CARTERET COUNTY NEWS-TIMES
Carteret County's Newspaper
To Guardians of the Soil . . .
May 6-12 has been designated as Soil
Stewardship Week. Sunday is Soil
Stewardship Sunday. It has been thus
named to help bring forcefully to man's
attention that he is the steward, or
guardian, of the soil.
The soil beneath our feet is assumed
by many to be merely something to
walk on. The average person believes
it will always be there, simply because
it's been there ever since he can remem
ber.
The future of the entire human race
is supported by less than a foot of top
soil. The tdpsoil ? good, rich land
which is the only source of food for the
earth's millions ? is a pitifully thin
rtrip of icing over a rocky, rugged
planet known as earth.
Like little boys, man has greedily
been licking that icing off then running
on, unconcerned that mending the dam
age he has caused will take hundreds of
thousands of years.
Most folks know how they are wast
ing the soil. They know that forest fires
scorch the earth and expose it to the
washing of rains and blowing of winds.
They know that uncontrolled streams
carry away the valuable soil and that
fields left without plant protection are
soon swept barren.
But few consciously work at their job
as "guardians" of the soil. Jeremiah
declared, "Many shepherds have de
stroyed my vineyard, they have trodden
underfoot. They have made my pleas
ant portion a desolate wilderness. They
have made it a desolation, it mourneth
unto me, being desolate; the whole
land is made desolate, because no man
layeth it to heart."
The beginning of the earth's fruitful
civilization was in lands of middle east
ern Europe, lands which are now deso
late because the people who live there,
generation after generation, never be
lieved that the life as they knew it
would ever change.
Moses said to the people, "You are
to go and possess a good land, a land
of wheat and barley and vines and fig
trees and pomegranates, a land of olive
oil and honey, a land wherein they
shall cut bread without scarceness."
But man failed to accept the respon
sibility God gave him, that of caring
for the land. And now even the most
advanced methods of restoring a bar
ren area are meeting with only partial
success.
America is a young land and can be
saved from the desolation which has
descended on other lands where the
stewards were reckless and irresponsi
ble. If everyone realizes that his future
and that of his children depends on
that thin icing of topsoil on this old
earth, Americans for generations to
come can sing, in truth,
"O beautiful for spacious skies, for
amber waves of grain ;
For purple mountain majesties above
the fruited plain . . ."
Some Are to be Pitied
Ignorance is a terrible thing.
We first heard that truism, in those
words, from Mayor George Dill of
Morehead City who was quoting a per
son who undoubtedly had some influ
ence on his life.
Time and again those words re-echo
as we see how utterly and completely
people foul themselves up, especially
in public affairs, simply bccausc they
don't KNOW.
If ignorance is a terrible thing,
knowledge, conversely, is a wonderful
thing. We're fiot talking about the
knowledge that comes out of books, par
ticularly. If folks in public office, in
business, or in civic affairs were
KNOWINGLY aware of what's going
on about them, much repetitious activ
ity, duplication of effort, and just plain
going around in circles would cease.
A few people seem to be aware
of events that they see with their own
eyes, but a day later they aren't quite
sure what they saw or what signifi
cance there was to it, if any.
This county has expanded in stature
during the past decade. The day is gone
when you could find out all there was
to know by standing on a street corner
exchanging gossip.
Uninformed people say, "What are
the churches doing to make things bet
ter for us?"
"What good is the chamber of com
merce; I haven't seen the results of
anything it has done."
"Our schools are in terrible condi
tion. Nobody's doing anything to make
them what they should be."
Now these folks may be classified as
chronic complainers. Actually, nine
tcnths of their complaint is due to the
fact that they have not exerted any ef
fort to keep themselves informed, from
a reliable source, on what is going on
about them. If they did, they wouldn't
make blanket condemnations.
Suppose a man comes rushing into
town, horrified and gasping, crying,
"There's a tremendous monster out in
the woods. It weighs two tons, has a
horrible nose, makes a roar like a hur
ricane and will soon invade the town!"
The men of the town rapidly arm
themselves and follow the terrified
man to the woods. There they stealthi
ly creep up on this monster, ready to
shoot and kill before it kills them. And
what do they see? An elephant, calm
ly pulling leaves off a tree with his
trunk.
The terrified man becomes the
laughing; stock of the town. Why any
body would have known the thing was
an elephant! But the man who first
saw the elephant didn't know, there
fore as far as he was concerned, he had
just discovered a terrible monster.
Other people who knew better laughed
at him. Ignorance is a terrible thing.
The foregoing was just a story. But
too often incidents with surprising
parallel occur about us. A reliable
newspaper, which has a sense of re
sponsibility and accurately records lo
cal events, keeps people well-informed.
People who read a newspaper with in
telligent interest have made themselves
wealthy both in money and knowledge.
And thus they become more valuable
citizens.
Amid the Flames
(Florida Times-Union)
The owner of an Indianapolis haber
dashery store should probably receive
some kind of prize for his adherence to
the principle that the customer is al
ways right.
While a $75,000 fire blazed in his
basement, the haberdasher was con
fronted by a customer who wanted a
hat. He explained about the fire, but
the man said it didn't make any differ
ence : his head was cold and he wanted
a hat.
The insistent customer got his hat
after thus ranking himself among those
self-centered people who are the curse
of men and nations in times of crisis. ?
The whole world could be figurative
ly or literally aflame, and there would
still be someone insisting that his head
was cold and everything should wait
while he found himself a hat.
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WE JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND THOSE THINGS
Jerry Schumacher
Diet? It's Easier Not To!
Capt Bill Ballou and I are diet
ing like mad, sometimes that is.
In other words we will starve our
selves all day and then fall off
the wagon and raid the kitehen
and eat everything in the house.
So yesterday we ate real carefully
all day but then at midnight Capt.
Bill said, "I'm so hungry I could
eat the hinges off the ice box."
Well I was too. so we went in the
kitchen and finished off about
4000 calories, went home and went
to bed and this morning I had
gained two more pounds.
Photographed the Atlantic High
School Junior-Senior prom at the
ai'a L.cvi'1 inn
Friday night
and this I have
to say, them i
down east gals j
are some kind i
of pretty. Never
have I seen so ;
many glamour j
gals in o n e |
place in my life, j
A farmer 1
friend knowing
Jerry
that I just camc from the gojf
coursc said, "How many rows did
you play?"
If everything goes right, Pete
Wallace, one of the greatest men
I have ever known, will be home
here in Morehead City this week
end. Illness strikes us all at one
time or another and many times
we come out of it a better and a
wiser person, some of us especially.
Pete and me go too hard con
sidering the wear and tear we
have subjected our carcasses to,
so nature has a way of telling us,
"Boy, slow down a little bit, you
ain't as young as you used to be."
This past weekend was a sight
to behold, weather was perfect,
the waterfront was teeming with
tourists, a few charter boats sailed
with paying parties and the res
taurants were full up with hungry
customers.
Everywhere you look someone is
either fixing up, painting up, or
building a boat for the summer
season.
Oh Lord, please give up some
fine weather on weekends so we
all can make a decent living this
summer.
A fellow that I know who is the
outdoor type, big handsome clum
sy, you know, graceful like a cow.
Well anyway he and his beautiful
wife blossom out on the dance
floor and all of a sudden they are
making like professional dancers.
Looked extra good. So I asked,
America by 1975
Amcrica by 1975 will be a land
in which there will be many new
products, undreamed of today, re
sulting from greater scientific re
search
The National Association of Man
ufacturers cites a 1955 article i*
Fortune magazine by David Sar
noff, Chairman of the Radio Cor
poration of America, which cor
ccrns this expected development.
Gen. Sarnoff said, in part:
. . Other sources of energy -
the sun, the tides, and the winds
?are certain to be developed be
yond present expectations. New
materials by the score - metals,
fabrics, woods, glass will be ad
ded to hundreds of synthetics and
plastics already available through
our capacity to rearrange the
structure of matter."
When the pretty co-ed was asked
what could be worse than a man
without a country, she replied, "A
country wiUxmt a in."
Harry and Mildred Gillikin, where
did you two learn to dance like
that?" "Shucks, 'twerent nothing
to it," said Harry,
"We've been taking lessons."
Now thats for me, I have always
been as awkward and clumsy as a
cow trying to do the ballet and
if dancing lessons can do that for
people, then dancing school, here
1 come.
Needed to get in touch with Pa
trolman Sykes of the highway pa
trol. Nothing urgent. Well any
way, I called the first Sykes in
the phone book. Wrong Sykes.
Called the right Sykes, no ans
wcr. Called the highway patrol of
fice. Not there. Called the police
dept., hadn't seen him. So gave
up in disgust and went to lunch
at Capt. Tony's and there he was
with his lovely wife.
John Tunnell said, "Jerry you
went about it all wrong, what you
should have dene was to bust down
the highway about 80, he'd bo
right behind you!"
The Blue Ribbon Club was just
like old times Saturday night.
Everyone we knew was there just
like when Ray and Ellle Garrett
were running the joint. Big crowd,
big time, lots of fun.
Louite Spivey
Words of Inspiration
MOTYIKR LOVE
Long long ago, so I haw been told,
Two angels once met on the streets paved with gold
"By the stars in your crown," said the one to the other
1 see that on earth, you too, were a mother.
"And by the blue-tinted halo you wear
You, loo, have known sorrow and deepest despair."
"Ah, yes," she replied, "I once had a son,
A sweet little lad. full of laughter and fun.
"But tell of your child," ? "Oh, I knew I was blest
from the moment I first held him close to my breast.
And my heart almost burst with the joy of that day."
"Ah, yes," said the other. "1 felt the same way."
The former continued, "The first steps he took
So eager and breathless ? the sweet startled look
Which came over his face ? he trusted me so."
"Ah, yes," sighed the other, "How well do I know!"
"But soon he had grown to a tall handsome boy
So stalwart and kind ? and it gave me such joy
To have him just walk down the street by my side."
"Ah, yes," said the other, "I felt the same pride."
"llow often I shielded and spared Him from pain.
?* And when He for others was so cruelly slain,
When they crucified Him ? and they spat in His face,
How gladly would t have hung there in His placc."
A moment of silencc ? "Oh, then you arc she ?
The mother of Christ," and she fell on one knee;
But the Blessed One raised her up, drawing her near,
And kissed from the check of the woman, a tear.
"Tell nuc the name of the son you loved so.
That I may share with you your grief and your woe."
She lifted her eyes, looking straight at the other,
"lie was Judas Iscariot, 1 am his mother."
? Richard Maxwell
There are poems enough for most mothers and the red and white
flowers worn on Mother's Day are a lovely symbol of mother love.
There is no love that can excel it. Most of the children on this great
day, 1 see wearing a bright red rose or carnation, yet there are some
who revently wear a white one with only a lovely memory to help them
through the day.
As we read our newspapers each day, we find many, both mother*
and children who are not so fortunate. We read where small children
have been left in homes alone and were lost in a fire while their
mothers visited a nearby tavern.
We see wonderful women who would have made good mothers, going
through life, giving their time and attention to a puppy or kitten. We
see children who do not seem to have one spark of love in their hearts
for their mothers, and mothers who seem to have no love at all for their
children.
If you arc as old as I am, you too have probably seen two boys In
the same school room with the same home environment, and one of
these boys might be a minister, the other a murderer. Washington Irving
expresses it this way, "Yes, Mother's Day is a happy day for the for
tunate ones, but to others it is a sad and difficult day "
I believe every woman who has ever given birth to a child, no mat
ter how sinful that mother might be, in her heart wants and hopes
that her child will have the best that life has to offer.
Washington Irving believes it is this way with all mothers:
"A father may turn his back on his child; brothers and sisters may
become inveterate enemies; husbands may desert their wives, and wives
their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all; in good re
pute: in bad repute, in the face of the world'a condemnation, a mother
still loves on, snd still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways,
and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her
bosom with rapture, the merry Uugh, the Joyful shout of his childhood,
the opening promise of his youth; and ahc can never be brought to think
&!?) all unworthy. ? Washington Irving
The Readers Write
Route 6 Havelock
To the Editor:
I read with great interest the
story in the April 20 NEWS-TIMES
of Miss Bettie Harker, a retired
school teacher, and it is my hope
that some day 1 will meet her per
sonally.
Since our teachers are at this
time more or less in the limelight,
I would like very much to dedicate
this to them.
A little boy said to his teacher
(this the closing day of school).
"I hate to leave you, and I do
wish you knew enough to teach
the second grade."
Can't you just picture two bright
eyes gazing up into the kind face
of his first grade teacher? He so
wanted her to know that he loved
her, and bless his little heart, that
was his way of telling her. I think
we all like to reminisce, and our
own school days bring back fond
memories.
I attended school in New Bern,
it being my home town, and I can
not remember one teacher I did
not love.
My first was Miss Mollic Heath,
she was a dear sweet little person,
with a twinkle in her eye, and a
heart of real gold. We were babies
and she loved us as her very own.
She had a natural love for chil
dren which they instantly knew,
and her patiencc was beyond un
derstanding.
She not only taught my genera
tion but the generation before, as
she was also my mother's teacher.
Miss Mollie had a teaching record
in New Bern of over 50 years.
There was another teacher that
had taught mother, Miss Annie
Chadwick who was my 5th grade
teacher. 1 would like to say some
thing nice and mention all of
them, but I'm afraid space will
not permit.
I noticed with interest the small
pension of $57.45 paid to Miss
Harker, and this we are not proud
of. It is a shame to our state The
teaching profession is one of the
greatest, and I think the most
abused.
li we nave any nign saiancu
people It should be our teacher,
for it is into their hands we place
our most prccious possessions, our
children.
It Is the Christian teacher that
molds them into patterns, and arc
interested in their achievements.
If a child has the Christian en
vironment in the home, then when
they enter school the teacher has
a better product to work with.
It is a sad day when a mother
sees her child off to school for
tie first day, and I can well re
member sending my two.
I did not ery before them, but
I did, on both occasions retire to
my bedroom and ha** a good cry.
There is something about turn
ing our children over to teachers
that mother's can't take very well,
but as time goes by we realize
what a baby we were, for after all
they do have to grow up. We can
not keep them small. They must
grow in wisdom u well u suture.
There is a great scarcity of
teachers and this is due to the
very small salary paid them.
A teacher's life isn't easy, and
her day isn't finished when she
leaves the school room. Her eve
nings are as full as her days, for
there are papers to be graded and
plans for the following day con
sidered These things are first in
her life, pleasure and recreation
must come later.
There are teacher's meetings
every so often, then there is also
summer school. They have to save
out of their small salary for thi?
in order to become a better pre
pared teacher and often begin the
year on a shoe string, so to speak.
Now we do have some teachers
that may have missed their call
ing, even as we have in other
fields of work.
However I do believe that if
we made the salary more attrac
tive, we could get the very best,
and this is important.
To our teachers who have mads
teaching their life's profession, I
would like to leave with them a
little poem, A Teacher's Prayer.
This was written by Mrs. L. L.
Trexler, a product of 10 years'
teaching experience.
My best regards to you in your
work,
Mrs. J. L. Smith
A TEACHER'S PRAYER
May I go forth as any sower goes,
dear Lord,
To plant his seed, with hope, in
fertile fields.
And may I take the seeds of wis
dom in my humble hands
To bring them all the power
knowledge yields.
And may I bring them beauty, in
terspersed
With great desire to rid the earth
of age-old ills.
May I, through thy strong neces
sary hands
Make great their characters with
noble wills.
They hold no prejudice, and so I
fervently
Do ask that I may never teach it
uselessne.ss that each day
Will find me growing in thy truth,
and that through thee
I'll teach them to forgive, and how
to pray.
And may I teach them love of
nature's treasures rare,
And gratitude for all that learn
ing brings.
Then, God, I ask that frequently
each passing day
That I shall hear their youthful
laughter's ring.
So may I teach them much that
does not lie
Between the covers of their books.
And when the day
Shall come that sowing shall be
done, O then may I
Be witness of great gleaning from
my task, I pray.
F. C. Salisbury
Here and There
The following information is ta
ken from the filei of the Morehead
City Coaster:
FRIDAY, MAY 4, 1917
A. B Roberts and family this
week moved in the house former
ly occupied by Mr. and Mrs. J. G.
Kuhn.
Miss Polly Pincr of Williston
has accepted a position as sales
lady with the Paragon Company
Miss Winona Nelson has re
sumed her position with the Para
gon Company after an illness of
several days.
G. W. Thompson left Sunday af
ternoon for his home in Raleigh
Author of the Week
Bradford Smith, author of "Yan
kee* in Paradise,'' or what New
Englanders did to Hawaiian*, ia
familiar at first hand with both
banda of people.
Of venerable New England de
scent himself, he first stopped in
Hawaii In 1931 on his way to teach
English literature in Tokyo.
After research at Harvard, he
spent several months In Hawaii
year before last hunting material
for this book.
Thia la his 14th published work.
Television certainly haa ita ef
fect on everyone. The other night
? friend of ours turned on his
radio by miatakc; he thought he'd
gni >a Wind.
after spending a short time in the
city with his parents Mr. and Mrs.
George Thompson.
Curtis Willis arrived in the city
Sunday morning from Florida
where he spent the winter.
Miss Alice Taylor has returned
to her home in Harlowc after
spending several days in the city
with relatives.
The many friends of Mrs. Frank
Staton will be glad to learn that
she is able to be out again after
a few weeks illness.
Mrs. Maggie Mallison left Tues
day for Durham where she will
represent the Lanier Book Club
of this city It the State Federa
tion of Woman's Clubs.
Born to Mr. Jind Mrs. N. W.
Garner, at their home, a girl.
Mrs. Abram Wade of New Bern
spent Tuesday in the city with her
parents, Mr. and Mrs. M. G. Nel
son.
Mrs. Sclh Gibbs and daughter.
Miss Gladys, of Beaufort passed
through the city Monday enroute
to Rocky Mount.
J. M. Arthur left Monday for
a business trip through the cen
tral part of the state in the in
terest of the J. H. Riggin Com
pany,
Mr. and Mrs. Charles S. Finer
Jr. arrived home last week from
Miami, Fla., where they spent the
winter.
Miss Agnes Royal of Marshall
berg visited relatives in the city
this week.
L. T. Yarborough, U.S. postof
fice inspector arrived in the city
Monday for the purpose of in
structing L. B. Davenport, carrier,
as to his delivery duties.
Elmer Nichols who was nomi
nated at the primary meeting as
a candidate for one of the town
commissioner! has declined the
nomination.
rnc actual work 01 Building me
sea wall on the water front was
begun this week.
At a meeting of the school board
the following teachers were elect
ed: Misses Margaret and Daisy
Ellis. Eva McMillan. Hatti* Brin
son. and Bettie Marker and Mes
damcs W T. Jones, Hattie Ed
wards and I. G. Farrow The others
of the faculty who did not apply
were Professor S. W. Carwile.
Misses Kinette. Phelps. Wescott,
Jones and Mrs ft. T. Wads.
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