The Charlotte News
Saturday, March 22, 1958
TWO EDITORIALS
Site Ed. Note: The front page reports that the battered Eastern seaboard from Virginia to Maine had struggled this date to get back to normal following the most devastating snowstorm in years. Hundreds of thousands of homes remained without heat and light, as the storm, which had begun on Wednesday, continued into Thursday and Friday before finally tapering off. The brunt of the storm had hit eastern Pennsylvania, most areas of New Jersey, Maryland and New York City's Long Island suburbs. At least 45 deaths were attributed to the storm, either from exposure, electrocution, traffic accidents or excessive exertion leading to heart attacks. As the storm waned, the Weather Bureau warned that "a sudden and extensive" thaw would pose a major flood threat for the Northeast. There was no immediate such indication but officials were watching the situation closely. The governors of Pennsylvania and New Jersey had each proclaimed a state of emergency.
In Augusta, Ga., it was reported that the President, seeking a haven from the wintry weather in Washington, had flown south for a weekend of warm sunshine and golf. He had made the trip from Washington in an hour and 48 minutes, shorter than the usual two hours or longer because Augusta's weather was clear and brisk. The temperature had been in the thirties when the President departed Washington, accompanied by William Robinson of New York, president of the Coca-Cola Co., General Alfred Gruenther, president of the American Red Cross, Maj. General Howard Snyder, the White House physician, and press secretary James Hagerty. The decision to go to Augusta had been made late the previous day. It was the 18th such trip to the Augusta National Golf Club since the election of the President in November, 1952.
In London, it was reported that the second day of spring had found most of Europe shivering this date, with blizzards, sleet, snow and biting cold belying the calendar.
In Bonn, West Germany, Socialist Carlo Schmid this date challenged Chancellor Konrad Adenauer's Government to gamble for German reunification in "the poker game of international politics."
In Sharon, Pa., four youths had been killed and two others critically injured early this date in a collision involving three automobiles, State Police indicating that two of the cars had been racing.
In Gasport, N.Y., it was reported that fire had swept a small frame cottage near the community early this date and had claimed the lives of a mother and five of her children.
At Camp Lejeune, N.C., an Army paratrooper had drowned offshore this date, marring an otherwise successful drop during Marine war games.
Near Grants, N.M., a private plane, with movie producer Mike Todd, husband to actress Elizabeth Taylor, and three other persons aboard, had crashed and burned early this date, with aerial searchers indicating that there was no sign of life around the wreckage. State Police in Albuquerque said that the aircraft bore an identification marker which showed it to have been a plane en route from Burbank, Calif., to Tulsa, Okla. An earlier report from New Mexico State Police had said that there had been three dead, but it was not confirmed. No reports had come directly from the scene of the accident, roughly 35 miles southwest of Grants, a uranium boom city in western New Mexico west of Albuquerque. Mr. Todd's secretary said in Los Angeles that Mr. Todd, a pilot, a copilot, and screenwriter, Art Cohn, had been aboard the aircraft when it departed Burbank. Mr. Todd was bound for New York City for a testimonial dinner this night. The operator of the Grants Airport said that a Civil Aeronautics employee at the airport had told him that the plane had reported over the Civil Aeronautics Administration station at nearby Zuni that it was encountering "moderate" ice at 11,000 feet and the pilot had requested approval to change the altitude to 13,000 feet. When it reached that latter altitude and reported to Zuni, it was the last they had heard from it. The CAA employee reported having seen a flash of light about 20 airline miles from the communications station at Grants. They had then flown in the direction of the flash and after about 30 minutes, they noticed a thin column of smoke over terrain partially obscured by fog. The surrounding peaks where the wreckage was found ran up to about 9,300 feet and the peaks had been covered with low clouds. The valley floor where the plane was found had an altitude of 7,000 feet. The outer portions of the wings and a small portion of the tail were all which remained of the aircraft.
In Birmingham, Ala., a Birmingham News reporter, Bud Gordon, had ridden around under the gun of a young hitchhiker for three hours the previous day before talking the youth out of robbing or killing him. The police reporter had finally persuaded the 15-year old boy to accompany him to see a close friend of Mr. Gordon, a pastor of the First Presbyterian Church in nearby Bessemer. After the reporter and preacher had pleaded with the youth for 45 minutes, he had finally emptied the shells from the pistol and dropped the weapon to the floor. The reporter and the preacher agreed not to reveal the name of the boy and the reporter had driven him home. The reporter said in a letter to "Bill", the only name used in the newspaper account of the hold-up, that the boy had a juvenile court record. The reporter had picked up "Bill" as he was driving home from work and soon afterward, the boy had pulled out the pistol. When the reporter produced his wallet, he held it so that the boy saw his police press pass, saying in the letter: "You saw the pass and the word 'police' and looked straight at me and said, 'Brother, if you're a cop you're going to be dead soon.'" Mr. Gordon had explained to the boy that the card meant that he was a police reporter and that he had seen many boys like the youth throwing away their lives trying to be big men, urging him to remember how he had tried to tell him of the seriousness of the crime he was about to commit. He said in the letter that he had talked hard and the words came easy and for the first time his life depended on the effect of the words he said. He indicated that his throat was dry, his heart was pounding, and he felt his palms become moist with sweat. He had told the boy in the letter that he did not know what he finally said which reached him, but he remembered breathing a sigh of relief when the boy said: "Hell, now I don't know what to do. If I shoot you I'm a killer, and if I let you go you'll run to the cops and I'll go to jail anyhow." He had told the boy, "But not for murder," as he felt his anger and fear changing to pity. After more discussion, the boy had tucked the pistol into his belt and finally agreed to go to the home of the preacher, from which the reporter had driven him to his own home and let him out. He concluded the story by saying he was glad that they had decided to return the boy to his home and not mention the incident to his parents or the police. In his letter to the boy, he had said he recalled how the boy had made him promise when he left his car and recalled the fear that rolled down his cheek and the sincere handshake he had offered. "All who read this will know our story, Bill, not only God, Rev. Jordan, you and I will know your real identity as long as you keep your word."
In Raleigh, a dark-haired woman who had masqueraded as a man for years before employers, fellow workers and police, was being held in lieu of bond this date pending trial on fraudulent check charges. The FBI had arrested the woman, 33, on Thursday night and said that she had been sought in the case for several years, but that the investigators had thought the accused was a man. The Special Agent in charge of the Charlotte FBI office said that they had been looking for a man for several years but that the woman's fingerprints showed her to be the suspect. He said that she had been running a small grocery store in Raleigh and was wearing women's clothing when arrested. She was charged with violation of interstate transportation of stolen property, fraudulently executing checks at a Greensboro mill where she worked as a bookkeeper and of taking them to Greenville, S.C., and cashing them around November 16, 1956. The FBI said that she had been convicted and sentenced as a woman to between three and five years in prison on an embezzlement charge in Raleigh in March, 1952, and had served part of that sentence at Women's Prison in Raleigh before obtaining parole. She had worked as a man from 1954 through 1956 at the Greensboro mill, where she allegedly had made out the checks, each for $81.33, and with an unnamed companion, had allegedly cashed them. A woman by her name had been arrested in Charlotte in June, 1957, charged with three counts of forgery and one of attempted forgery, for which she had made restitution for the bad checks and was given a suspended sentence.
In Monroe, N.C., police this date were questioning several suspects in connection with the cold-blooded pistol slaying of a local grocery store operator, 68, who had been gunned down the previous night when he had gone to his store to retrieve a pack of cigarettes. The newspaper was told by an identifications officer that bloodhounds had been called out the previous night shortly after the man's body was found by a Monroe woman, lying in front of the store. They said they had picked up several local people and talked to them about the shooting, but had not made any arrests. It appeared to the police that the owner had discovered robbers in the store the previous night when he had gone to retrieve the pack of cigarettes, and had been shot in the chest and head with a .32 caliber pistol. An unidentified woman had seen the body and called police. The man was dead when police arrived at the scene shortly before 10:00 p.m. The store, in front of the man's residence, had been broken into but no money was missing and the building was not ransacked. They did not know whether there was more than one person involved in the shooting. Police had 35 men searching for the killer the previous night, and the police chief had called in all off-duty patrolmen to work on the case. Perhaps, it was from that store that the 1958 "lucky coin" had traveled to the counter of the storekeep in Texas that day in 1980. Every cloud has a silver lining, unadulterated by the move to mostly copper and nickel coinage in 1965.
In Charlotte, a low pressure system moving in from the Gulf of Mexico was expected to bring warmer temperatures to the area by Monday or Tuesday, with cloudy skies and possible rain on Monday probably keeping the mercury from climbing into the 60's. The high this date was anticipated to be 54, 56 the following day, with 47 having been the high for the previous day. Rain and cloudy skies were predicted to cause the temperature to be above freezing during the nights the following week, while it would dip to 32 the following morning. The low the current morning had been 29.
In Charlotte, the Clippers hockey team, engaged in a championship playoff, had received a dozen new rooters this date, the lions and tigers of the Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey Circus, which would have its world premiere the following Wednesday in Charlotte. The wild animals had arrived in a vanguard of trucks and trailers the previous night and this date some had received a breakfast in Charlotte of cold, raw meat. Rehearsals for the Wednesday opening would begin as soon as the Clippers' ice was removed the following day.
In Oklahoma City, it was reported that the president of the United Church Women had claimed that a woman's place was not necessarily in the home, saying: "There isn't enough to do in a modern home to keep any intelligent woman busy. Any woman who's constantly busy with housekeeping is just poorly organized."
Not on the front page, in Louisville, Ky., the previous night, the University of Kentucky had narrowly defeated Temple 61 to 60 and the University of Seattle had clobbered Kansas State, the tournament favorite, 73 to 51, in the NCAA national semifinals. Kentucky would thus meet Seattle this night for the national championship, with coach Adolph Rupp trying to obtain his fourth national crown for his team and Seattle seeking its first, with its star, Elgin Baylor.
On the editorial page, "The Democrats: Back from the Cliff" finds that Tenth District Democrats had saved themselves from defeat by default, as Lincolnton attorney David Clark, a rising star in the state party, had filed the previous day as a Democratic contender to unseat Republican incumbent Congressman Charles Jonas. It congratulates him and his party, finding that it would have been easier for both to have declined to do battle with the popular Mr. Jonas, who had already won three successive campaigns and was the only Republican in the state's Congressional delegation.
But by failing to challenge Mr. Jonas, the party would have failed its responsibility to debate the issues and examine the incumbent's record for the benefit of the voter. It adds that it was not to minimize the chances of success for Mr. Clark, as he had an attractive record of accomplishment in the State House of Representatives, in which he had served for four terms, and had been chairman of an important study commission on government reorganization and a member of a commission on judicial reform.
Governor Luther Hodges had shown high regard for Mr. Clark's abilities, which would likely assure him strong support from the state organization. Furthermore, the declining fortunes of the Republican Party nationally could make inroads on the strength of Mr. Jonas.
It finds the willingness of Democrats to campaign for the seat to be good for the community, even if Mr. Jonas would be ultimately re-elected based on his record. But no defeat he could have administered at the ballot box could be as injurious to a party as an admission of impotence and lack of will to offer opposition. Whether Mr. Clark would win or lose, therefore, he had done his party and district service by taking up the standard. It wishes him fair fortune.
"A Visit from a Poet of the Nation" suggests that if poet Robert Frost could be induced to extend for a year or so some of his springtime visits to Chapel Hill, North Carolina would have the distinction of being home to two of the nation's few great contemporary poets, the other being Carl Sandburg, who was a resident of Flat Rock in the western part of the state.
It indicates it was not the distinction it craved as much as the company of this "aged swinger-of-birches who has done so much to get the 'United States stated.'" It finds that wherever Mr. Frost was, there was music and mental ferment, whether he was "saying" his poems to students or twitting a professor who wanted to find things in his poems which the author had not put into them. He had said, "If there had been something else I'd wanted you to know I would have included it in the poem."
Mr. Frost not only wrote poems, he made people want to read them, which it finds to be no mean feat, and to remember them, which it finds to be like having good friends always about.
The poet had been coming to Chapel Hill in the springtime for 12 years, often occurring on days as he described in "Two Tramps in Mud Time":
"The sun was warm but the wind
was chilled./ You know how it is with an April day/ When the sun is
out and the wind is still,/ You're one month on in the middle of
May./ But if you so much as dare to speak,/ A cloud comes over the
sunlit arch,/ A wind comes off a frozen peak,/ And you're two months
back in the middle of March."
It suggests that the phrase, "You know how it is…" perhaps was the secret of all good poems, as one knew how it was ever so much better when a poet had stated a truth which the reader knew by intuition or observation, but could not state for himself.
Mr. Frost had described how a plant sprouted by saying: "… just as the soil tarnishes with weed/ The sturdy seedling with arched body comes/ Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs."
In "The Pasture", he had said:
"I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;/ I'll only stop to rake the leaves away/ (And wait to watch the water clear, I may):/ I sha'n't be gone long. —You come too./ I'm going out to fetch the little calf/ That's standing by the mother./ It's so young/ It totters when she licks it with her tongue./ I sha'n't be gone long. —You come too."
It finds that it would be wonderful to have Mr. Frost stay in the state to say things to the people and for them. He could cite his Southern connections, as his father, a Southern sympathizer, had given him the names Robert Lee after the general, and he had found no more appreciative audiences anywhere in the nation than on the campuses of Southern universities.
It concludes: "But if he stayed, Tarheelia could not really claim him. He and Sandburg, too, are poets for a nation."
It notes that the quotations had been taken from The Complete Poems of Robert Frost, published by Henry Holt and Co.
A piece from the Asheville Citizen, titled "The Editorial 'We'", indicates that Professor Norman Eliason of the English department of UNC had said that writers stopped being modest a little more than 600 years earlier, in the 14th Century, when the English pronoun "I" began to be used as a capital letter, as before that time, the small version of the letter had been used when a writer referred to himself.
Pete Ivey, director of the UNC News Bureau, said that there was another angle to that business even though Prof. Eliason had not belabored the point. He had pointed out that it was the age of humility among newspapermen when they began to write editorials. Instead of writing either the capital "I" or the little "i", they used the term "we". The editor referred to himself as "we", not with a capital "W" usually. That had led Mark Twain to say that "an editor should not employ the editorial 'we' unless he has a tapeworm."
It indicates that the News had entered the discussion from another angle, pointing out that White House press secretary James Hagerty, once a top-flight reporter, had on more than one occasion referred to the President as "we", implying that the Presidency consisted of both Mr. Eisenhower and Mr. Hagerty. It found that the fondness of Mr. Hagerty for "we" had caused him to become a target for reportorial needling and had reminded the News of the distaste in which the word was held by the New Yorker's E. B. White, who had to use the editorial "we" in writing for his magazine. When asked to identify "we", Mr. White had said that he was part of it, adding that he hoped to run across the rest of it in a dark alley some night and bludgeon the brains out of it.
It concludes that Mr. Hagerty's use of "we" was not a mark of humility, suggesting that perhaps a new trend would appear and the use of the editorial "we" would join the Dodo in Limbo.
Drew Pearson provides a pair of contrasts regarding the collection of taxes from the American people. The first of the pair involved two Internal Revenue agents calling on a tiny watch repair shop in Washington and starting to attach the watch repairman's car to satisfy a claim of $88 in past due income tax.
In contrast to that episode had been Senators arriving on the Senate floor in dinner jackets the previous week to vote on a 124 million dollar tax concession for the large insurance companies, to be applied retroactively to relieve the companies of their income taxes for 1957. Majority Leader Lyndon Johnson, who had been urging special economic action to remedy the business slump, had called two unusual night sessions to make sure the insurance companies got the tax concessions.
Senator Albert Gore had taken issue with the concession, finding a retroactive reduction "very questionable" after having fully accrued by the end of 1957. He also pointed out that in 1947 and 1948, the insurance companies had paid no taxes under the law. He showed that ten of the companies would obtain a tax benefit of 81.4 million dollars under the proposed law. Metropolitan Life, with a net income from investment the previous year of 506.2 million dollars, would have 20 million dollars in taxes forgiven. He wondered why on the night before the due date for taxes the Senate was trying to pass such a bill, questioning the fairness of forgiving 81.4 million in taxes.
Despite his plea, only 19 Senators had voted against the tax concession.
Robert C. Ruark, in Palamos, Spain, says that he was not upset at Julius Goldstein of the National Outerwear and Sportswear Associations, Inc., for a recent letter hustling his own trade, but finds that it served as a springboard for a piece on unwarranted sensitivity. Mr. Goldstein had taken to task Mr. Ruark for referring to "some young bums as 'leather-jacketed, blue-jeaned young hoods,'" saying that Mr. Ruark had considered the attire to be the "uniform of hoodlums". He had also stated that the late hoodlum, Albert Anastasia, "was wearing a highly tailored (No. 6 tailoring) suit when he was shot down, but this does not signify that highly tailored clothing is the uniform of the gangster."
Mr. Ruark agrees with Mr. Goldstein but indicates that young hoodlums did wear a uniform, consisting of leather jackets and blue jeans, or variants thereof, and that rich, old gangsters generally went "very toppish in their personal haberdashery and tend to veer toward the sharply-cut, hand-stitched clothing."
He wonders whether he had insulted the sportswear people or impugned the honor of the guild of custom tailors. He points out that cowboys wore blue jeans as did "nice young gals in high school", and people who had never been convicted of crimes wore leather jackets, and those with enough money to afford a decent tailor were nuts if they did not patronize one. "Who needs to look like a Russian diplomat?"
He says that he bought his clothes primarily in Rome, which did not make him an Italian, either Fascist or anti-Fascist, and neither did the shoes he bought in England make him a Tory or Laborite, and the Pendleton plaid jackets did not cost him the necessity of paying taxes in Oregon.
He wonders why everyone was so nervous, finding that when one hung an Italian handle on a movie villain, the organized Italians went after that person, and the same villain tagged with the name Smith meant that all the Smiths moved in with ball bats. "My mob, the Irish, are about the worst of all. The times I have been invited to change my only handle from Ruark to something else are enumerable. I even got knocked brainless (difficult) once for coming out in defense of candy. And a guild of baby-sitters once beat me to my knees."
He says it was not his fault that all juveniles, delinquent or not, were associated with the uniform, and was likewise not his fault "if some pimpled (most adolescents have pimples, Mr. G.) young punk either buys or steals his uniform which, Lordelpus, is the same as the Boy Scouts and the Air Force wear."
He tells Mr. Goldstein that he had just changed from his blue jeans and leather jacket into his No. 6 tailoring zoot suit, and that if anybody shot him when he went to the barbershop during the afternoon, he would hold Mr. Goldstein personally responsible and come back to haunt him. "Boo!"
A letter from Robert Raynolds in Newtown, Conn., says that he had read "Writing Bug's Sting Removed" in the column of Bud Cox in the newspaper on February 22 and was surprised how frequently journalists leaped with wild joy at attacking what was called "vanity publishing" but what he regards as simply an author's own free enterprise and risk of his own venture capital in support of the truth of his own work. He says that as a serious novelist, it appalled him to have Federal commissioners barging into the world of the press with the first edge of censorship powers. He wonders whether Knopf, Harper, Scribner's or Random House could validate every word in the advertisements by which they sold hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of books to readers. He indicates that as a member of a committee which bought books for a library, he knew that books of the various mass-market publishers were not what they were advertised to be. He indicates that the real point in subsidy publishing with such firms as Pageant Press, Inc., which Mr. Cox had castigated, was not money and not advertising claims, but the right of an author to utter the truth of his word. He says that he had written a novel, Far Flight of Love, which he believed in. One of his novels, Brothers in the West, had received the Harper Prize, while another, The Sinner of Saint Ambrose, was a Book-of-the-Month Club Selection in 1952. But for 11 years, the mass-market publishers had refused to publish that novel in which he placed personal belief, and so he had subsidized it with Pageant Press, Inc., enabling it to be published the prior September. The major literary media had refused to review it, probably because he had backed his own truth with his own money. Edmund Fuller had reviewed it for the Chicago Tribune, calling it "a story that refreshes and uplifts the spirit." Virginia Kirkus had written him a personal letter, saying among other things: "It is a relief to find a love story, with plenty of substance and 'guts' and essential humanity, that still maintains its integrity, its compassion, its moral values." He says he could name other seasoned critics who had praised the self-published novel, indicates that without having exercised his right of free enterprise and backing, the truth of his own word with his own money would not have come to light, and that without the existence of a subsidy publisher, it would have been entombed in the silence imposed by mass-market standards on the regular mass-market publishers. "I do not write for money or for reputation, but do the best I can to set down the deepest words I know in praise of the human spirit; Pageant Press enabled me to say my say to readers in 'Far Flight of Love,' and also honored the book with an award of $500 as the 'Best Book' on their 1957 list." He concludes that subsidy publishers nourished the truth of literature.
Mr. Raynolds's vanity appears to have been unduly placed on the defensive by the piece, as Mr. Cox had merely indicated that the FTC had cracked down on the vanity publishers, including Pageant, for having made false claims about profits for the authors and even selling the novels so self-published to the movie studios. The false claims were thus deluding the authors by stimulating hopes of money to be derived from their efforts and self-investment when the prospects for it were practically nil, having nothing to do with denigration of the work, itself, as his response seems to assume.
Whether, incidentally, Far Flight of Love was a pre-flight
A letter writer from Salisbury indicates that peace was a term people talked about and wished could remain all the time, but war brought prosperity and good times, which people also liked, while peace brought depressions and slow times that they hated. He believes that if left to the people, they would choose peace and hard times rather than war for the reasons that people did not like to see their young sons sent to war and never return, that women wanted their husbands at home to help them raise their families, and that young girls wanted the young men around where they could have a date sometimes. He says that everyone was ready to fight at the drop of a hat if it became necessary but they wished that the time would come when it would no longer be necessary.
Well, girls, Elvis will be inducted into the Army on Monday and ultimately will be sent to West Germany—never to be heard from again. Sorry, but he will be killed in a jeep accident, and the brass will be so sorely troubled about it that they will decide to substitute a body double, which will become painfully obvious because, while he had made a couple of movies before going into the Army which were not that bad, virtually all of his subsequent movies will be little short of exploitative trash. This, then, will come to be known as the "Elvis is dead" conspiracy.
Oh well, he was pretty much a has-been by 1958, anyway, having been eclipsed by the likes of Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, Buddy Knox, the Everly Brothers, and Ricky Nelson, among others. His phenomenon really only lasted for a couple years. Sorry to impart that news to you. Complain to David Sarnoff and the President, and maybe Dick Clark.
A letter writer from Rock Hill, S.C., indicates that the Northern press had for years distorted the isolated cases of Southern violence, that when an incident involved a black person and a white participant, the press boomed out loud and long. He finds that there was a slight case of glee in the Southern reporting of New York City school violence, with the front page of the newspaper for March 19 having described an alleged fight between a student and a teacher, both of whom were black, and an attack by one white student against another with a hammer, causing the letter writer to wonder if the regional press was not laying it on too thick. "There are over two million students in New York City schools. Do two or even 200 fights warrant an all-out news hysteria? Is this our way of repaying the North for its years of news distortion?"
The difference, of course, as the letter writer does not appear to grasp readily, was that in the South, there had been enforced segregation since the Civil War, and the South was now only grudgingly in various specific locales seeking to obey the mandate of the Supreme Court in the 1955 implementing decision in Brown v. Board of Education, whereas there was no comparable background or organized resistance to the courts in the North which could suggest that from it the juvenile delinquency within the school system resulted. The letter writer appears blinded by his regional pride and, perhaps, his unwitting Southern defensiveness regarding race.
A letter writer indicates that Robert C. Ruark had some "fine, sensible things to say about the latest fashions from Paris—from the viewpoint of a male! But what about the fairer sex? How do they feel about the situation?" She finds that the most wholesome reaction she had seen had come from a woman of Columbia, Mo., in a statement to the press on behalf of women who really cared. She had said: "I like being a woman; most of the time I am proud of my sex and smile condescendingly at the strictly defensive derogatory myths men have invented about women. But when it comes to the way we allow ourselves to be manipulated and maneuvered and downgraded and insulted by the high fashion industry, we deserve all the contempt and ridicule the men hurl at us and a great deal more. Obviously, the designers in Paris all hate their mothers and have sought and found revenge by dressing the spoiled American woman, the only one who can afford such fashion fol-de-rol, in a reflection of their hatred and scorn. Symbolically, they have simply wiped out all womanhood, and we have gone meekly to the slaughter not liking it, but not willing to be left out either. I wish we could ship all high-fashion females off to harass the Hottentots. But then, on second thought, what have the Hottentots done to deserve such a fate? I don't know what will happen to us holdouts in a season or two if the designers are not brought to their senses—by a buyers' strike, for example—but, on the other hand, we won't look any worse in our barrels than our sisters do in their sacks."
A letter writer indicates that on a recent afternoon he had seen one of the meanest imaginable tricks when a youngster standing at the intersection of South Boulevard and West Boulevard in Charlotte selling the News had handed a paper to a man requesting it in a blue panel truck, at which point the truck had immediately pulled away at the change of the light without payment for the paper. The recipient of the "Pink Final" edition had been riding shotgun. He recounts that the cheater had a big frown after a sound cussing from the kid who supplied him with the newspaper.
A pome appears from the Atlanta Journal, "In Which Is Reported Customary Reaction:
"Just a touch of frigid weather
And we all complain together."
But like the falling from heaven of
a feather,
Spring arrives to unloose winter's
binding tether.
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