Paga 2-KINGS MOUNTAIN HCRALD-TuMday. Fabruory 17. 1981
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Seven children
steal the show
The seven children in the cast of Pineville Dinner
Theatre’s “Sound of Music,” playing through Mar.
22, steal the show.
Caryn Kaplan (Brigitta) and her little sister, Deb
bie (who is Marta von Trapp in the musical) said
after the show on opening night Wednesday that it’s
been hard for them to get up and go to school the
next morning after production but that it’s been
worth the effort.
Actually, 14 children play the roles of the seven
Von Trapp kids and alternate performances. Most
of the children come from the Charlotte-Concord
area but at least one of the performers is from
Gastonia.
The children were receiving flowers from their
parents and friends following the opening night
show on Wednesday.
Nancy Callman, as Marie Rainer, Postulant of
the Nonnberg Abbey, is a delightful Maria who has
a beautiful soprano voice but lacks the accent of
Julie Andrews, the well known actress and boxof-
fice hit in the movie version. Gary Goodson is the
handsome Captain Von Trapp, Eileen Martin is the
Mother Abbess and Melissa Johnson is the
beautiful older daughter, Liesi. Patti Emier, as the
Baroness Schraeder, the fiancee of the Captain, and
Ron Culbreth as Max Detweiler, are cast in the sup
porting roles and are all well cast in the Pineville
Lib
Stewart
production. Tom McClary, as Franz, the butler,
and Jan Meredith as Fau &hmidt the housekeeper,
are also excellent. The nuns of the Abbey have
superior voices and the music is beautiful
throughout the production.
The large dinner theatre cast presents the show,
setting of which is Austria early in 1938, without
the background of the Austrian countryside but ef
fectively sets the stage in a simple setting and the
few stage settings and props are changed with ease.
It is well worth the drive from Kings Mountain to
Pineville and the price of the ticket, which includes
a sumptious buffet, to see ‘The Sound of Music.”
Call Sylvia Clark at 542-3481 for reservations.
Season tickets are also available at big savings, five
shows Sunday through Thursday for the price of
four.
WASHINGTON'S BATTLE FOR TRUTH
George Washington, the father of our country
Could not tell a lie.
Chopped down his father’s cherry tree
Therefore he had no pie.
Never-the-less his dear old dad
Laid it on stem and sure.
Just like fathers way back when
Discipline was the cure.
Washington grew up to be president
But he never cared for cherry pie.
Whenever he saw a cherry tree
He couldn’t look it in the eye.
Alas, when he married Martha
Her favorite was cherry pie
He declared, ‘The crust is not flaky,”
' He could not tell a lie.
Perhaps he never told Martha
“I cannot tell a lie,”
But perhaps he did when he told her
“I like your cherry pie.”
Vivian S. Biltcliiie
Poets
Corner
GI\RY 9T€Wt\RT
Community turns out
for Kellis benefit
In the Good Book is the familiar story where
Jesus told his followers to tend to the nee^ of the
sick, imprisoned, naked, etc., and made a statement
that “when you did it to the least of these, my
brethren, you did it to me.”
That lesson hits home at times like last Saturday,
when citizens of the Grover area turned out in huge
numbers to support a bluegrass and gospel music
show at Grover Elementary School for the benefit
of Kelli Harry, a nine-year-old Grover School stu
dent who was seriously injured at the school in
December when she ran in front of a pickup truck.
Kelli, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Phil Harry,
remains in a coma in a Charlotte hospital.
While Kelli was in the hospital fighting for her
life, her friends and neighbors were raising an
estimated $3,000 to help with the mounting
hospital bills and the huge cost of transportation for
her family to and from Charlotte everyday.
The crowd which packed the small Grover
School gym was estimated at 1,000, more than the
peculation of the town. Bands which usually
receive good money for their performances donated
their time so that all the money collected would be
profit.
Participating groups included Nelson Young and
the Sandy Valley Boys, Leonard MeSwain Band,
the Roustabouts and the Lincoln County Partners.
The Grover Rescue Squad and Philbeck’s Shell
Station sponsored bake sides, and people from all
over the area donated cakes and other goodies to be
sold in the cafeteria Saturday night. Police officers,
rescue personnel and others gave of their time to
park cars, direct traffic and perform other duties too
numerous to mention, and other citizens did
whateer was needed of them to make the show a
success.
Minette Mills, Grover Industries and Har-Ray
Mills purchased tickets for their employees and
IN LOVING MEMORY OF ADA LEE k
MAUD CLARK 8i THELMA WHETSTINE
Oh how patient you were in your suffering.
When no hand could give you ease.
God the helper of the helpless.
Knew that you were tired
And that you had done your best.
So he decided it was time
That he called you home to rest.
Helen Henson and Frankie Reynolds
THAT SNOREI
.Some women amaze me!
For their men, they complain.
Snore so loudly
It drives them insane!
Some say they fuss.
Others shake him awake.
Some, with their pillow.
To another room they do take.
Those women would
Scoff and scorn at me.
They’d say I was foolish
And as crazy as could be.
For to me, that snore
To music I’d compare.
Because it’s so comforting
Just to know that he’s there.
Elaln* G. Wade
King* Mountain
their families and they, no doubt, were led tq give
more generously because of the generosity of their
employers.
Many people who came to see the show gave
more than the $3.00 admission price, and dropped
even more donations into a jar after they got inside.
Phil Harry and his family were overwhelmed at
the show of love, and was too choked up to tell how
he really felt.
“Phil said he’d someday like to get around to
every one of you and shake your hand,” the emcee
told the crowd. “He wants us to report that Kelli is
showing some encouraging signs.”
To the 1,000, that statement was thanks enough.
Reader Dialogue
Needs info
on relative
To The Editor:
1 would like your help in trying to locate anyone
who can furnish me any information of a relative of
my late father.
I am trying to learn the identity of a “Dan” Wells
who was living in Kings Mountain between
1915-1925 and was my father’s uncle. Dan Wells
was considered “old” at that time. 1 am trying to
learn if he was a son of Robert Hambright Wells
and Lucinda Gladden Wells and what his real name
was, if not “Dan.” One source of information I have
was that there is a A.V. Wells born 1840-died 1925,
buried in the cemetery at Antioch Baptist Church,
Rt. 2, Grover, who was called “Dan.” I would ap
preciate any information anyone can give me.
Ruby Well* Cortledge
606 N. lackson St.
Goldsboro. N.C. 27530
B^CK
(From th* Fob. 17. 1966 odition of Tb#
Kings Mounain Horald)
The race for the 29th District Democratic
nominations for the North Carolina Senate became
a four man affair Wednesday with announcement
by Marshall A. Rauch, former Gastonia city coun
cilman, that he is a candidate.
Charles W. Easley Jr., son of the Rev. and Mrs.
Charles Easley of Kings Mountain, received the
Eagle Scouting award at a recent scouting program
at St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church.
Sociol ond Porsonal
Sharon Lashelle Cline celebrated her first birth
day Feb. 7th. She is granddaughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Ray Cline and Mr. and Mrs. Luther Bennett.
Mr. and Mrs. Andy Huffstetler were honored on
their 25 th wedding anniversary at a reception given
by Mr. and Mrs. Randy Cash and Mrs. Andrea
Huffstetler Saturday night.
Back in my school days, everybody walked
Talk about conserving gasoline. Boy, we sure did back when I went
to high school from 1949-53. Gasoline didn’t cost all that much back
then either. Neither did automobiles.
I he neighborhood guys in the East Belmont area for the most park
walked to high school. Just about everybody inside the city limits of
Belmont did. If you had a driver’s license, you were likely to be named
“Most Popular,” or, “Most Likely To Succeed.”
I was talking with Dean McCam, one of my best boyhood pals (and
he stll is one of my best friends), recently, and Dean and 1 couldn’t
remember anybody but Max Robinson and Bunny Woodruff who
drove cars back when we went to school.
We’d hitch a ride sometimes in bad weather, but most of the time we
walked. I didn’t learn to drive a car until I was 19. Dean said he didn’t
get his driver’s license until he was 20.
Now we really conserved gasoline back then. There were more
bicycles around the school than cars. Now at South Point High
School, the parking lot is almost as large as Lineberger Stadium.
Just about everybody in school drives a car. Parents buy their
children automobiles for birthdays and^ as a graduation present, or
they drive the second or third car in the family.
I’m not about to brag about the fact that most of had to walk to
school. Yet, it was fun.
We got to talk more and get to know each other better back then.
Now you see maybe one student driving a car. Sometimes there will be
two or three. A car-load is are.
We used to get six and sometimes more in a car to go somewhere
(which was rare-going somewhere). It was a treat for me to ride in a
car with my teammates to basketball games on the road.
What I really recall more vividly than anything else concerning
automobles came during my senior year.
During a spring afternoon assembly one day, we were shown a film
on how to be a safe driver. Now, mind you, I don’t suppose there were
over a couple of dozen students in school who had a car in the first
place.
Dwight
Frady
Frady’s
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Anyhow, after the film had ended, they herded us outside on the
campus of what is now Belmont Junior High. They wanted to see
some of the students who did drive just how quickly they could come
to a stop.
They blew a horn or a loud whistle or something, and the guy or gal
would slam down hard on the brakes.
All that burning rubber and noise almost scared me to death. This
one student driver thought the signal meant to speed up and the driver
went out of sight. He looked like Barry Newman in the movie
“Vanishing Point.” It was so dam funny.
This instructor amazed me. As quickly as the signal sounded, it ap
peared the tires started skidding at that very instant. He came to a
complete halt in no time flat. He probably went on to become a
highway patrolman. Boy, those fellows can really drive, and IVe
always admired and respected them.
Down South, the driver will say to a highway patrolman who stop
ped him, “Gosh, I’m sorry as I can be officer. Yes, I know I was going
61 miles an hour. I was thinking about something and forgot to keep
my eye on the speedometer.”
Up North, the driver will say to a highway patrolman when stop
ped, “Man, I wasn’t speeding. I was going 48.5 miles an hour in a
55-mile zone. You’d better have your radar checked, pal. Hey, look at
that guy who just went by you. He must be going 65 miles an hour.”
During my senior year in high school, the Monogram Club had a
hotdog and hamburger outing down by the river. Did we drive down
there? Heck no-we went on a hayride. That’s right. A hayride. It was
one of the best times of my life.
The boy and girl athletes had more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
We had hamburgers, potato chips and hot dogs. We roasted hotdogs
over an open fire, along with marshmallows. It was just chilly enough
to be just the right kind of spring night.
Not many of us had “steadies” back then. After all, we didn’t have a
car to take them anywhere. 1 guess most everybody went “strolling.”
You know, “walking your baby back home.”
We didn’t have the peer pressure the kids have today and our
parents stayed together. We had to be in at a certain rime. Our parents
always knew where we were. It was a time when you could go out and
leave your front door and back door unlocked and you would know
that nobody would rip you off.
We thought drugs were something you got at the drugstore for an il
lness.
It was a time of backyard basketball, sandlot football and baseball,
marble-shooting, and rolling hoops from a barrel down the street with
a stick. In baseball, if you chased a foul ball down the right field line,
you could stop for a few seconds to pick a few blackberries.
And yet, I think today’s crop of high school students are the
greatest. They’re smarter, bigger, stronger, faster and more mature
than we were.
I look back and I really believe there were only, at the most, perhaps
a dozen really “pretty” girls in high school. Now, every girl in high
school is pretty.
And now, it appears, what with drivers education helping the cause,
everybody in high school has an automobile.
I only wish to do one thing-and that is to caution all of the young
drivers to be careful. It tears me up to see where a young person has
been killed in an automobile accident, or one who has been badly in
jured in a “total.”
I didn’t have those problems when I was a teenager. Was I among
the lucky ones or not? 1 don’t want to know.
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