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SOLDIERS OF PEACE

General McNary, in a recentspeech condemning the lack ofdiscipline in our occupation

forces, hit the nail on the headwhen he spoke of thp need for

"pride in fulfillingour mission."

Here is the whole trouble put

in just five words and why ithas taken the army so long to seeit, or do anything about it, or thecountry so long to demand ac-tion is one of those imponder-ables of which we seem to havemore than our share, these days.

The whole handling of the oc-cupation and of the problems ofdemobilization and the continuedneed for the draft have been,from a psychological and public

relations view-point, deplorablyconducted.

Any army man knows that theessential of a good outfit is legit-

imate self-confidence and pride.

Knock that out and discipline,

fighting power, everything thatmakes for successful accomplish-

ment crumbles. Understanding

and belief in what the outfit istrying to do will add enormouslyto such spirit, but even that isnot essential.

Such a spirit of pride rests onrecognition: self-recognition andthe recognition and praise ofothers.

There is nothing in what wehear from overseas that impellsus to praise our forces there. Con-sistently the reports are bad. Weread of Americans looting, drink-ing, carrying on black market op-erations; of officers living in greatluxury and immorality; we evenread of brutality and arrogance.We read of riots among the sol-diers and of the constant gripingand demands to be sent home. Weread of the failure of the occu-pation; we never hear of anysuccess. Yet there must be somegood going on. Why is it neverdescribed? The army was never

at a loss, during the war, in send-ing out glowing accounts of itsexploits. It is only when it comesto publicizing its peaceful mis-sion that we find it silent. Hereis, if nothing worse, a glaringfailure in army public relations.

General McNary speaks of theneed for "pride in fulfilling ourmission", but how can the G. I.'shave a pride in something that,we are, told ninety-nine out of ahundred don't understand? Whatis our mission? Granted thatmuch of the details of our policyair confused to most of us, athome, still there is plenty thatcould be set forth as to the aimsof our occupation. From thesimple and direct line that thereis not much use in having wonthe war unless we are willing topolice Germany until the victoryis clinched to the more complica-ted and more stirring argumentof the need for the re-*ducationof the German people towarddemocracy, our occupation policyrests on a sound foundation ofconviction. Yet seldom do we athome see this mentioned andpractically no indoctrinationalong these lines, we are told,has been given to our troops-Why not? Under these circum-stances, one can hardly blameeither the people or the soldiersfor their confusion and the re-sulting low morale.

When the pictures appeared in"Life" of the G. I. wives back-ing Eisenhower to the wall be-fore their demands for the returnof their husbands, people said:"They ought to be ashamed ofthemselves." Certainly theyought, especially as most of theirhusbands had seen little fighting,but there was far more thanworry over physical danger inthe anxiety of these wives. Theywere as brave as any women;given an understanding of theneed they would have acted aswell. But all they knew was thateverybody else was coming homeand getting jobs and that thefrauleins were wonderful frater-nizers. In the same way, the

ghastly "moms" are as brave asany that sent their sons to battle,but one cannot blame them toomuch for their moaning whenone realizes how their horrifiedears have been filled with storiesof the immorality of the army, itsdrunkenness, the tyranny of theignorant, class-conscious officers,under whom their young sons

live.The army has failed and the

country has failed in telling thesoldiers and the people what weare doing in Europe. Instead ofonly condemning the failure it istime that we pointed out thetruth. It is time for us to tellour soldiers that they are over

there to win the peace, as theyand others fought to win the war;that they are America's repre-sentatives for peace, and that itis their great priviledge at thistime to be made the leaders ofdemocracy in action.

We have a great opportunity.Because of our position as a stillprosperous, still strong, still un-ravaged nation, we have also a

tremendous responsibility. It isup to us to see that our repre-sentatives in the field of peace,understand their duty and do it.

PLEASE. SAL!

The Seaboard Railway hasbeen a good friend of SouthernPines in many ways. We have ex-

cellent train service, our stationhas been fixed up, our force therehas been increased. But there isone thing that they could do forus that is tremendously needed.That is: build a covered platformstretching down the track so thatpeople waiting for the trainscould have shelter and a placeto sit.

As things are now. . . and theyhave been that way since therailroad came through. . . a waitfor the train is exhausting. If itis a rainy night, the situation isimpossible. There is no shelterin front of the station, and at thelower end of the track, from NewHampshire Avenue to Pennsyl-vania, where the pullman carsstop, there is no station to duckinto. Folks have to stay in theirautomobiles or in the shopsacross the way. Or, if they stayin the station, they have to runtwo blocks to get to their cars.By that time they are soakedthrough.

Over and over again throughthese years when we have beentrying to attract tourists to Sou-thern Pines, they have been leav-ing us wet and shivering, withthe remembrance of a franticstruggle through a downpour, astheir last memory of the place.It is enough to wipe away thepleasant memories of their stay.

Our town has, by its plantingof the right of way along the{racks, made |the railway (linenot such an eyesore as it mighthave been. It would be a finething if the Seaboard would co-operate in making that platformright of way as convenient aspossible. A long low shed-likeplatform with a few bencheswould do the trick. It would cer-tainly be inexpensive, comparedto the overhead bridge and otherimprovements hereabouts which,rumor has it, the railroad is plan-ning to put in, and it would bea veritable boon for those whotake the train. It is a tourist needof the first importance.

Sa ltd BOXBY WALLACE IRWIN

Two little signs on two littleshow windows snuggle side byside on our easterly shoppingstreet:

VILLAGE INN WINE SHOP

and

AUTOMATIC MUSIC.

If you believe in companionatemarriage, pause, stranger, andregard that happy union.

I'm not so satisfied with thesign I saw clamped to the frontfender of a northbound Ford:

SEE THE MONKEY ANDPARROT JUNGLE?MIAMI.

Why not just say MIAMI andleave the rest to our imagination?

And while I'm complaining, Iwish the newspapers, in writing

large figures, would stop print-ing it like this; "SIOO million."I wonder what bright reporterever started that fad? Any saneperson, naturally, reads just whatit says, "One hundred dollars mil-lion."

But who am I to criticize? Sofar, I haven't established muchof a reputation for integrity. Noton Broad Street, anyhow. Last

week I was standing at the gen-eral delivery window, attempting

to parcel-post a pair of shoeswhich my wife didn't want andwouldn't give to me. Mr. Grover,who governs the window with

a wise patience which shouldmake him Postmaster General,told me that the box was sealedwith gummed tape, which is ille-gal, but if I slit it at one end itwould sail smoothly back toBloomingdale's. I took out myknife and was disemboweling thebox when a stern finger touchedmy shoulder and a sinister voiceinquired, "Hey, why are you trif-ling with the U. S. mail?"

My accuser was Rev. Craighill

Brown.People had better stop talking

to me, or I'll put them in theSand Box. I'm going in for per-sonal journalism, unless EditorK. Boyd stops me. Which shemight.

Switching to safer ground,have you noticed how the oncediscreet Sat Eve Post is going infor fist fights and kissing con-tests? In a recent issue therewere three vivid pictures of vig-orous sluggers, braining eachother as man to man. One illus-tration was done in full color, alltoo realistically picturing the'ruby spill from a couple ofpunched noses. In the same issuethere were five or six close-upsof the amorous young, doing lipservice, earnestly?to say noth-ing of the osculatory ads for Mir-acle Breath Beautifiers and otherneutralizers. Moral: If you can'tkiss your sweetie, go somewhereand knock a man down.

Another thing, I wish the NewYorker would stop using oneword "cliche". Why don't theyrevert to "chestnut" or "bromid-iom", which are such old onesthat we can fish them up again.But the genius who writes theNew Yorker's chat column knocksout "cliche" about three timesper issue?which totes up toquite a number for the year.Look out, or "cliche" will get tobe the darndest cliche on the lit-erary blicklist.

About the international scene?Let's see. Well, it looks as ifRussia had a policy, anyhow. Ifyou read about the Council meet-ings, as you must, you'll noticethat Russia promptly objects toeverything that comes up, nomatter what. That's known as theStinko Policy, and it may work.Thackery once said that a dis-agreeable old lady, if she doesn'tweaken, always gets her way.

About bread and things: If wewon't cut down on our supply,voluntarily, let's have it takeiaway from us. And learn to likeit. Did you see that cartoon inthe Herald Tribune a couple ofweeks ago? Let's recall it. A res-taurant full of obese family s,forking their stuffed plates infront of an open window, an-complaining about the butte-shortage; and outside stoodhordes of skeletons, arms out-stretched begging for a bite.Title, " We Wonder If They EverLook out of the Window."

Mr- Hoover, who has been onthe scene cf starvation, is nostarry-eyed optimist in his re-port. Neither is Mr. La Guardia.Secretary Anderson, on the otherhand, sounds a bit dream-boundwhen he speaks of the flood ofwheat which will pour in nextspring. So let's pray for goodcrops and good sense. And a hopethat John Lewis and his indus-trial foes will let us have thecoal to ship the food to save mil-lions of such workmen as JohnLewis once was, so they say.

The PublicSpeaking

To the EditorThe Pilot

In a March issue of THE PI-LOT, you published a letter bythe Rev. George McLean, col-ored minister of West SouthernPines. Unfortunately it seemsthat you accepted the Reverendas a genuine leader for the color-ed people and his words as a fitstandard of wisdom and prac-tice. But to the hard-workingand progressive-minded colored

citizens of West Southernthe Reverend McLean i 3 not inany sense a leader. He is not evena fellow-worker for the spiritualand material uplift of the com-munity.

1. For several years MooreCounty has had an inter-denomi-national Ministers Alliance thatworks primarily for the spiritualimprovement of ail the people.The Rev. McLean is not a mem-ber.

2. The Rev. McLean is spokenof as being a minister. For twen-

ty-five years I cannot find anyrecord or evidence of any worth-while activities conducted by

him in any of our churches-3. He is not a member of the

West Southern Pines Civic Clubor the High School P. T. A.

4. To my knowledge he has nottaken part in any war bonddrives. ,

5. I have not heard of any ser-vice he rendered or of any con-tribution to the Red Cross Drive.

7. Each year the colored peo-ple contribute to the county Tu-berculosis fund, again the Rev.McLean seems silent.

Twenty-five years is a longtime and in such a period a min-ister should be able to makesome contributions to the properdevelopment of his people. Andif he lacks the ability or themeans to make such contributionhe should be very careful howhe makes public criticism of hispeople. The very fact that he isnot identified with any movementfor community betterment maybe proof that he either doesn'tknow what he is talking aboutor he is not doing anything tohelp us in our struggle for prog-

ress-In the Holy Scripture it is said

of Methusaleh that he lived 969years and begat sons and daugh-ters. There is no record that heever did any kind of work but"begat".

I had rather see a sermonThan hear one any dayI had rather one would walk

with meThan merely show the way.

The eye is better pupilAnd more willingthan the earFine Counsel is confusingBut example is always clear.

I can learn how to do itIf you let me see it doneI can watch your hands in ac-

tionBut your tongue too swift may

run.

And the lesson you deliverMay be wise and trueBut I had rather get my lessonBy observing what you do.

And though an able speaker' charms me

With his eloquence I sayI had rather see a sermonThan hear one any day.

(John C> Bennett)

T. R. GOINS(The writer of the above let-

ter is in error in thinking thatpublication of a letter in this col-umn constitutes an acceptance orguarantee of the writer or his re-marks. Far be it from. THE PI-LOT to assume such a responsi-bility! Ed.)

On the Land

THE PILOT. Southern Pines. North Carolina

GROW MORE GARDENS andcan more food to help feed starv-ing nations. Every American whocan should help in the vitally im-portant job of getting more foodto the nations that today facestarvation. Ttyese nations mustbe fed before they can standagain. Until they do stand again,strong enough and healthyenough to do the hard work be-fore them, the world can enjoyno lasting peace, because the manwhose family is hungry knows nopeaceful thoughts. America mustdo more than any other nation,because America has more thanany other nation.

MORE CORN PER ACRE in foureasy steps: 1. Use hybrid seed.2. Shallow cultivation. 3. In-crease fertilization, especially ni-trogen. 4. Use relatively largernumber of plants per acre. OneN. C. farmer, following the abovesteps produced 6,000 extra bush-els of corn, or I' 4 percent morethan he'd ever grown on his landbefore.

DANGER AHEAD on feed foryour livestock, so play it close.And plan on playing it close forat least two years, as we'll nothave normal supplies of feed forat least that long. Keep raisingyour highest profit crops. Greatlyexpand corn and grain sorgums?-all carbohydrate feeds will becritically needed. Plant all thewheat you can. This means an-other year's delay in resting landfarmed too hard during the war,but this is an emergency!

CHICKEN 'N EGG PICTURE isnot so hot for the man that hasto feed the chickens that lay theeggs. While the price receivedfor eggs this last January remain-ed about same as a year before, 1

the price of poultry feed was up12 cents per hundred above 1945.

BILLIONS OF SMOKES, in fact,335 billion cigarettes were manu-factured last year?an average of6.6 cigarettes every day for everyman, woman, child in the UnitedStates. 60 million of these wereshipped to men in the Servicesoverseas. Never before had somany cigarettes been made.

CEILINGS OFF! The office ofPrice Administration has notifiedthe State Dept. of Agriculturethat price controls are no morefor strawberries, red and blackraspberries, dewberries andblackberries, effective immed-iately.

GET YOUR SNAKE BOOK andknow your poisonous snakes andwhat to do when one bites you.Of the 60 snakes in the EasternStates area, this 16 page bookletdescribes and pictures the eightpoisonous snakes in detail. Sendten cents and your return addressto: State Museum, Raleigh, N. C.for your copy of "PoisonousSnakes of the Eastern UnitedStates with First Aid Guide."

Among The

Politicos!Funny to watch the candidates

at the meeting in Carthage lastSaturday. The difference be-

tween the regulars and the new-comers-

Our old Senator was very

suave, very comfortably at ease:a hard man to beat we'd say.Only thing that roused him upwas when he saw a local ladyhanding out photographs of hisrival. Next thing we knew: therehe was talking to her.

Our, Maybe New Senator wasdressed for the part: nice greytowny suit with white pin-stripes, topped with a real coun-try hat, squashed in crown andfloppy brim. In between was agay bow-tie. Countrymen weresupposed to look at his hat andvote "yes", and townmen weresupposed to keep their eyes on

that nice town suit. And the la-dies could look at the bow-tie. .

and did. Lots.One thing our Senator Candi-

dates have in common: that ischarm, buckets of it. And itdoesn't get turned on and off tosuit the occasion or the company,either. With both it's a natural.

Another old Candidate whosewarm smile was a joy to see wasour County Clerk. Simple, retir-ing, he had a friendly word foreveryone but was content to ease

around in the background andleave the milling and the talkingto the younger fry.

Considerable Fry seemed to bepresent, too, both older andyounger. But there was one whojwas absent and much missed.That was Jo 1"-

'. Fry, long notedfor his conscientious work in thecounty democratic party organi-zation, now seriously ill. The"ayes" that greeted the motion,made by John Ruggles, later inthe meeting, to send him someflowers, were long and loud.

The Young New Candidatesand the Old New Candidates mill-ed -around uncomfortably togeth-

er before the calm gaze of theOld Candidates. Some of the onesw'ith discharge buttons looke'd

very very young. Yet very veryearnest and determined. Might

not be so bad to have some boysthere in Raleigh who have still,echoing in their G. I. ears, thecommand to; "Get in there andfight!" And who got, and fought-Could do with a little fightingfor the right things. And theseboys are right guys; there'd beno question what they'd fightfor. "Better schools" they say,"better roads; veterans' rightd;internationalism, control of infla-tion." What more could we ask?

Our Lady Candidate was there,looking very trim and very capa-ble. it will be a hard tussle forsome gallant tar-heels to choosebetween their conviction that noSouthern Lady should go intopolitics and their knowledge thatthis 'yer Southern Lady can runrings around a good many Sou-thern Gentlemen when it comesto capabilities. She has done allsorts of things and done themwell, and knows the county asfew do.

Funniest moment of the after-noon at the Courthouse waswhen a lady tried to give WilburCurrie a picture of Talbot John-son.

They say our ex, and maybe

our next, Senator is master of

every situation, but he was nearto being flustered then. Espec-ially when the lady, after listen-ing eagerly to his explanationthat he hoped to be the next sen-ator himself, and had already

been it once, said; "You WEREour senator? But what did youDO?" The Carthage man blink-ed: "I don't know!" he said,fetching a laugh and a heartyround of cheers from his listen-ers. But the lady went away puz-zled. Last time we looked shewas still passing out the photos.

The speeches were good, bothof them. U. L. Spence said theonly way to get good governmentwas to take an interest in pol-itics; and the beet way to do thatwas to join a party and get thebest possible men to head it- "The

Friday, May 3, 1946.

man who says he's going to waitand then vote for the best man,irrespective of party never getsanywhere," he said.

County Chairman Boyettespoke soberly and well. Withearnestness he detailed the finework accomplished by the county

committee and outlined his high

hopes for the future, especiallynow that the veterans are backto take part.

Then he turned to the politicos

and with a quizzical smile, said:"And now we come down to the

candidates!" But ftis invitation

to the rostrum was not accepted.

Both the hardened sinners andthe little innocents remainedfirmly in their seats. No neckswere being stuck out on Satur-day.

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