20C THE SPRINGFIELD SUNDAY REPUBLICAN, SPRINGFIELD, SEPTEMBER 13, 1953 Our Hilltown Neighbors By DAVID MALCOLM A School has begun, So come everyone, And come with smiling faces, For happy Who learn athetheley may, So come and take your places. For years uncounted this verse has "headed, the column for the Sunday following Labor Day. But today, when little people come with smiling faces we will not be there to greet them. Times have changed and younger people are taking up where we leave off, and life moves on. This morning, if we would permit ourself the luxury, we could easily be unhappy -homesick for our little pals.
New Englanders are all too willing to. agree that southern hospitality, or. western hospitality, is something very special and that its equivalent is lacking in New England. We make excuses and say it takes time for us to get acquainted, that we are distant with, and we have a dozen and one other reasons why we think we lag behind other sections of the country in being friendly. Such acquiescing always irks us, for.
in our travels, both South and West, we have never found the sincere hospitality that is said to be so common. In other sections of the country we have frequently discovered friendliness based on curiosity or on a selfish motive, but never here in New England. Perhaps our own idea of western hospitality may be illustrated by a single incident, which, to us, was typical of many that we enced later. I Years ago, on our migration west in the Model we arrived one western city and. parked our car morning hot and dusty in a a vacant house, near the campus of the college where we were soon to teach.
It was a house we had bought by mail, sight unseen. There we were, strangers in a distant section of the country, with two small children and not a stick of furniture or a cooking utensil to begin to settle with. Hardly had we unlocked front door when the woman next door came across her lawn towards our house. "Here is western ty, already," we informed Our Right Supporter as we saw her coming. Never was a person more mistaken.
She had seen us arrive and had run over to try to rent her garage before could discover where our predecessor had garaged his car. Not a word was said about the children being weary from the trip, nor how we were to manage until we accumulated household effects, nor a word of welcome. incidents as this were not isolated, but were typical of western hospitality as we experienced it. We found western people a friendly folk, but not especially hospitable. Our experience with southern hospitality is more limited than with western hospitality, but the element of "Damn-Yankee" usually had to be overcome before one was made to feel at home.
And now for an example of New England hospitality in the raw as found recently on the Mohawk Trail in a tourist hotel at the peak of a busy day on a crowded holiday wee where the slogan is supposed to be, "'The season is short. Let's make the most of it." Here, if any place, one would least expect to find genuine open-hearted hospitality. But. no! This is what happened on Saturday. A young mother, but not a child by any means, turned into the Charlemont Inn at along about 11 o'clock Saturday morning to inquire how far it was td the South Station in Boston.
She drove a new car, had the voice and the dialect that comes from the deep South and was accompanied by a threemonth-old baby. Inquiries by Sid Chisholm, the proprietor, and Thelhis wife, brought out the information that the stranger lived at Camp Devens where her husband is stationed. She had left Camp Devens at 6.30 that morning to meet her sister at 8 o'clock at the South Station. She explained, "My husband told me to turn onto Route 2, but I didn't realize that Route 2 went in so many different directions." A baby-sitter they had engaged to take care of the baby while she drove into Boston had failed to materialize, so she had to take the infant with her. Her car was almost out of gas when she stopped at the inn for directions and she carried only $1.35 in her hand bag.
or not, things began to the Charlemont Inn when the management heard the story. Thelma took charge of the baby and found it something to eat while Sid telephoned to the Travelers Aid at the South Station in. an effort to contact the woman's. sister. Unable do so, arranged with the person at the Travelers desk to locate the woman and to explain to her the The lady from the deep South, with her soft southern accent, then asked Sid if he would cash a check, (which he said he would, only to have her say, "But I haven't got a check with The by wind-up was that eventually the baby was taken care of to Thelma's satisfaction, Sid had the car filled with gas, and started the stranger back in the right direction with instructions that every so often she was to stop.
at a fillling station to make certain she was on the right road. We tell this true story this morning as illustrating our idea of New England hospitality as it is, and as it is practiced every day in the week in New England, We'll take it ahead of southern or western hospitality, any time in the year. It's good enough for, us. Going back to unfinished business and taking up again a paragraph that appeared the Sunday before last, pertaining to Judge Milton B. Warner of Pittsfield who was about to celebrate.
his 92d birthday, we mentioned the fact that at one time he attended school with Thornton Burgess, "or was he the teacher and Thornton Burgess the pupil?" We also stated that the good judge ruled from his with an iron fist in a. velvet glove. Recently. we received letter from Neighbor Burgess confirming part of our statement. He writes: "Dear Dave: Good shooting! A bullseye! I went to school TO, not WITH, Judge Warner.
That was well on towards 70 years ago, 1885, I think. It was in the town of Sandwich, first town settled on Cape Cod. No "grades known as such then. The judge taught what was known as the grammar school. "I don't recall any velvet gloves at that time.
I doubt that the judge's salary, permitted velvet for any use in those days." We know now that we are to get to go to the Eastern States Exposition, although our plans do not meeting our friends this year at the Kimball Hotel on Sunday, as we have in the past. We are looking forward to a busy time on Monday, when all the boys and all the girls of the Connecticut Valley, with their lunches in paper bags, will come a-running to enjoy Children's Day at the Exposition. It's a great day for the small fry and one looked forward each year with all the eagerness to Thanksgiving Day, or the Fourth of July. Thousands of youngsters swarm all over the grounds, from early in the morning until late in the day, obtaining more education in a few hours than in a. dozen weeks in classrooms.
In a reckless, indifferent-appearing sort of a way, it is amazing how much that is worthwhile a youngster really learns while seeming to be interested only in excitement. Too little credit has been. given the management of the Eastern, States Exposition for making this day possible for so many children. Their teeming numbers, and their lack of responsibilities, create a tremendous problem for traffic men and guards, with the result that Children's Day is one of the most difficult for them of the entire week. But it is worth the effort.
One of the happy memories. we bring home from the Exposition each year is a picture of a sea of happy, footsore. youngsters and a staff of officers and of guards worn to a frazzle by hoards of unpredictable youngsters. But the most wonderful thing of all is that in spite of what they have gone through from the moment gates were opened, guards and officers still possess their sense of humor. Instead of "Little man you've had a busy day," the summary might better be, "Officer you've had a terrible day." And so, on behalf of a half a million well-intentioned, thoughtless youngsters, or fraction thereof, Our Neighbors expresses their appreciation for Children's Day at the Eastern States Exposition.
The management, in Children's Day, is making the advantages of better things for better living known to future citizens of the Connecticut Valley. This week brings us near the middle of September and under ordinary conditions signs of autumn foliage should begin to appear on the landscape, but the truth is, there is less real autumn coloring today than there was during the third week of August, following several cold nights which brought a frost all too close in many places to be comfortable. Severe heat and prolonged drouth have dried leaves on the trees and on our lawn this morning, bright green leaves, but as brittle as they can be, are falling from the maple in front of the house. Hillsides the river are turning sear, but not as New England foliage is wont to turn. Missing are the scarlets and the gold and the paisley colors of yesteryears.
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With sunset glow of golden days And where we walked dusk came to share The gentle love that flourished there. Brian F. (Thoto by Janet Lane) of nearly every memory is a bright quiet New England lanes. This old for gentle hearts that cherish wistful picture of one of the old red mills, mill, located in Granby, is a place memories of the past. Pursuit of Happiness By ISABELLE M.
HOOVER Dear Folks: I don't actually' know that curiosity ever killed a cat. But in our Village. curiosity can sure 'set tongues. wagging. This summer when our local plumber, Tom Henderson, bought the old blacksmith shop that for years has stood empty beside the post office, his neighbors almost burst before they found out what he meant to do with it.
I assumed that Tom would move his plumbing shop to this central location. He had been operating from a small out-of-the-way place which he had taken when he was just out of the Navy. Now he was prosperous and could afford something better. But the logic of this did not satisfy his neighbors and Tom, with a dry sense of humor, kept them guessing. "Well Tom, see you bought the blacksmith shop," Arthur Benson, our local postmaster, said the day the notice of sale appeared in the paper, An eager quiet filled the post office as a dozen men and women quit whatever they were doing and stretched their ears for Tom's reply.
"Yep," Tom answered, shuffling through his mail. "Going to fix it up?" Arthur probed gently. 'Expect so sometime," Tom said without looking up. "Must have cost you Arthur: continued unabashed. "Sure," Tom said absently.
"'It could be made into a nice double apartment," Arthur. proposed. Reckon so," Tom replied indifferently, still studying, his mail. Without another word he turned and walked out to' his truck. I had a notion he was chuckling at the cloud of mystery he had left behind.
"You didn't get much out of him," Marge Wheatly said sharply to Arthur, as if she were disappointed in him. "Well; he tried," Charlie Jepson said in Arthur's defense. After a few weeks speculation began to die down. But it took a new lease on life when Tom removed the front of the old shop and put in two large plate windows. New rumors developed every day- sort of trial balloons to force a definite statement from Tom.
It was reported that he was going to open the place as an television and radio shop, rent it as a gift shop, run it as a tea room. The post office was the regular exchange for these bits of gossip. Tom came and went as usual, studied Chis mail with concentration, and left without a word plans. But. his fun was over when the story got around that he was going to open a liquor store.
His wife is head of the Temperance Society in our village, and she put an end to what she. called "Tom's nonsense" by making him move his plumbing into the shop vat once. "Next summer we plan to a build an apartment over the shop for Tom's helper and his family," she said. "Tom says it spoils the fun to tell everything ahead of Te time, -but I don't want to hear any more wild big mystery having been satisfactorily resolved, the villagers were free to turn their attention back to the weather and the Your Country Cousin, REX (Copyright, Isabelle M. Hoover) Tests for Politicians? Industry uses I.
Q. tests in selecting employees. Educational institutions with limited enrollments also use I. Q. tests.
We are hopeful that, if I. Q. testing becomes general in government, it may be extended eventually to those who run for political office. Then we really would have something. (From the Denver Post) Glances By Galbraith T.
M. Reg. U. 1 Pat. off.
Copt. 1953 by NEA Service, Inc. "I never realized how ancient my parents are until they started looking at old movies on TV and Washington Calling By MARQUIS CHILDS Ottawa, Canada, Sept. 12- The Canadian government has recently completed its pledge 10 supply 12 squadrons equipped with jet all-weather fighter planes to the. North Atlantic Treaty military force.
in Western Europe. With the delivery of the last of the 300 jets, Canada becomes the only NATO power, with the possible exception of the United States, where schedules F. are still to be filled, to live un to its pledged contribution. Feel NATO Important? This is a matter of considerable pride in the solid, stable government that has just been re-elected to power by a large majority. It indicates, too, the weight that top I policy give to the NATO concept of building a bastion in the heart of the European workshop that is next door to the Communist peril.
The deep conviction of the importance of NATO played a part in the behind scenes controversy that has taken place over. how and where a continental defense system should be established to protect great industrial complex of the United 'States and Canada. That controversy; began last spring when the National Security Council in Washington determined that Canada should be asked to cooperate in the immediate contruc-1 tion of a radar warning system built on the very edge of the Arctic waste. This was in line with the recommendation of Project Lincoln, the Air Force research program into protection from an atomic: Pearl Harbor: being carried out at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Civil Defense It also was in response' to the urging of those concerned with civil defense.
They argued that such a line would give a five-to six-hour warning of a bombing attack, and with that warning American cities could, be effectively evacuated. The Lincoln Line, as it has become known, was designed to link up- with the radar system being built around Alaska and with a warning system on the big Air Force base at Thule on the island of Greenland. One advantage was that the radar stations could be supplied by ships along the Arctic coast. The estimated cost is reported to have been from six hundred million to a billion dolJars. But Canadian, as well as some American military and scientific experts, began to find flaws in the idea of an Arctic line.
They pointed out that planes passing Cover it could be detected and their numbers estimated with fair accuracy, but the direction in which they were going could not be determined. Thus a raid might be aimed at Chicago or Seattle, while on the first warning all. of the big cities our the evacuated. Eastern After this seaboard would two be happened or three times, disrupting normal lite to an extraordinary degree, the system would be abandoned. In a continuing cold war with a growing fear.
of atomic disaster, the Russians would quickly exploit such a situation, sending planes into' the Arctic wilderness for the sole purpose of causing havoc. Damper On U. S. Plan The Canadian opposition put, a damper on eager, one might also say frantic, determination of the Americans to get on with building the Lincoln. Line.
It 'is now virtually certain in that, regardless of the appraisal of the tests in the Arctic as to the effectiveness of such a line, it will not be built: Opinion here is all on the side of pushing up from the farthest north railway so that the warning time is constantly increased with a series of lines to check and recheck. on" direction and numbers. This was likewise the final view of Gen. Omar: Bradley just before he retired as chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. over In the midst Lincoln of the Line, argument, came up with a new idea for an intermediary line based on a more advanced technology.
This was the brain-child of a group of brilliant scientists at McGill University in Montreal, among them those who contributed to the pioneering development of radar and the proximity. fuse at the beginning of World War I II. For Less Costly The McGill Fence, as it is now known, could be far less costly and could be built "much more quickly. But even more important, the skilled, manpower required to operate it would be a fraction of that required for the, Lincoln Line, What is more, the radar network now being completed to protect a part of Canada and the U.S. would serve as a backstop.
All these factors are likely to prove decisive when the Joint Canadian U.S. Defense Board meets at the end of this month. At the same time, the United States is. curtailing its aid to Western Europe, and the NATO powers will fear a retreat within Fortress America which will weaken or destroy NATO. This is still another 0 argument the clincher from the Canadian viewpoint -for the compromise plan put forward by Canada's military, and scientific planners.
(Copyright, United Feature Syndicate) Not a Good Substitute There is no substitute for thinking, but. a lot of people try to make talking serve in this capacity. (From the Chicago Sun Times) Reporter's Notebook By FRANK B. MURRAY 5 1' A When President Eisenhower arrives at the Eastern States tion: next week, one of the first to greet him will be Cue Brown, the Kimball's7 stately doorman. For, Cue fitting the climax president's to a visit career will of more than a quarter of a century of greeting "important national, and sometimes international, personalities.
This career began way back 1912. when Cue, as. the Kimball's doorman, greeted President William Howard Taft "In later years he rode with Calvin Coolidge in A. HI. Phillips' Rolls Royce to the opening, of the Exposition.
He greeted Franklin, Delano Roosevelt when' he, as governor of New York, came during Al Smith's first presidential campaign. Cue has met more governors than he can possibly remember, plus a whole army of stage and screen personalities, and even tycoons of the business and professional world. But he can open the heavy doors with just as much flourish for a little old lady or 'a small child. Cue is as much of a fixture at the Kimball as 'the late Fred Peverley or gentlemanly Jim Curtis, the head waiter familiar to the thousands who have wined and dined at the hotel over the last 30 years: a fire. Where there is smoke there is The Springfield man who became snarled up with the New York State Police a few weeks ago was not the first to be confronted with a rather, peculiar form of justice.
This week we received a letter. from a Willimansett man who ran into almost the same thing three years ago in the Empire State. He wrote: About three years ago this summer we were on Route 96 and it was raining and as this road had a high crown to it I decided to be very careful, and drive, slow in Oswego. "I heard a siren' blowing and was surprised, as it passed me, to find it cruiser. I pulled to the side jof the road, also a grey ahead of me.
The cop came back and I asked him what was the charge. He said speeding and 'he said he was in back of me observing. I am sure he lied as I could see him on a side road before I stopped. "I told him that wasn't very nice to be. pulled in on my first day of vacation and in almost 30 years driving had never been rested for driving violations, etc.
before. "Then he went to the grey car and came back again and. said, there was one way 'out, if: I wanted to buy five police ball tickets at $2 each. I then smalled a rat, as I had remembered reading of something similar at some other place. "As I am elderly and had Mas-1 sachusetts plates, he thought I' was a soft touch and he could get away with it.
I told him I was short on money. but would take two tickets and he could give them to charity if he wanted. Then he gave me the usual warning that he would let me go, etc. It worried my wife much she, wanted to come home as she was afraid of. getting a summons." That encouraged me to join the ALA but have had no reason for its protection since." A North Adams woman wrote in to say, that after what happened to her son and his two young nephews she certainly hopes Gov.
Thomas E. Dewey will do something about inlending these peculiar police practices. She wrote: that about two months ago her son, about: 40 years of age, was taking his sister's two boys for a camping and fishing trip up Ticonderoga way. While driving through Cambridge, N. Y.
she said, with a New York car in front of him and another behind him, he was suddenly flagged down by 8 town police car. He was informed that he was speeding. The North Adams man asked him what about' the two New York cars that were going just as fast. So he was taken to the town lockup to await the night court session. The North Adams woman wrote that the two boys were left in the car without any supper.
The driver was fined $50, "so that left the boys without a week-end outing because his funds were The driver figured that with no money (the youngsters couldn't have a good time, so he drove back to North Adams with two disappointed kids. ended up with an eloquent statement, "I wish I could write this like I wish I could." Another setback for good New York public relations, The hour just before dawn is. a peaceful "one, the silence broken only by occasional sounds that are magnified by the stillness. Even the birds are asleep and the trees do not stir. Cats dart noiselessly in and out of the shadows.
In the distance one can hear the rush of a Boston train into Union Station or the lonesome peal of the Armory bell, striking out the hour. There are other sounds that break the silence, harsher sounds such as the engines of a MATS roaring overhead on its way to the Azores or Germany, the scream of a lowpressure tire round a curve fast, a child crying somewhere in the darkness, the banshee wail of. a police ambulance on its way to a As dawn breaks, there are other sounds; the impetuous ringing of an alarm clock and the sudden siar-lence once it has been shut the strangled croak of an adolescent rooster learning to crow. peal of a convent bell. A huge trailer truck loaded with bread fresh from the ovens lumbers along.
A tank trailer truck loaded with milk heads for a nearby dairy. Newspaper trucks dart here and there, stop, a bundle of papers plunks to the ground, and the truck is on its way again. Working men, coughing in the cool morning air, head for work with their lunches in tin boxes or paper bags. Overhead the birds start arguing with each other, the pigeons begin their incessant, cooing. The dawn breaks blessed silence solover for another day.
Suspenders Were Worn Among the things of yesterday that have almost vanished from the summer scene are suspenders. The dictionary defines "suspender" in the singular and says that a pair of them are used to hold up trousers. In long ago summers there would be, say, a picnic or an impromptu baseball game. If the sun blazed hotly enough, Papa and Uncle Horatio would take off their coats, and then would. appear, the good, honest, unmistakably masculine pointed task.
Horatio ran suspenders, performing, their apin a footrace, he ran with the diagonal tapes flexing his shoulders. across, The custom of displaying this accessory of the manly attire came naturally, for suspenders were what men wore, and the difference between' city, and country attire was mostly that, for the latter, a man unpeeled little. He also reverted to his last year's coat and pants- the country was the place for wearing things If anyone sees a man in suspenders these days, he usually recognizes a survivor of times past. The change of habit is due to specialization. There is a costume or a gadget for every season, occupation, or hobby of mankind, and summer has a prodigious choice of colorful garments, practically none of which allows for the external wearing of suspenders.
There is a limit to" the sighing that may be done for the glories of the past. Some suspenders were glorious, but none deserve much of a sigh. The only thing is that they marked an era of good feeling, rather smug but comfortable, along with stogies, stiff-brimmed straw hats, pictures of President McKinley, hammocks, the new safety bicycles, and a sense of peace and security in the world. (From the Martha's Vineyard Gazette) For You, Doc a surgeon, When examined defendant by the divisional the was very abusive and when asked to clench his teeth, he took them out, gave them to the doctor and said, "You clench them." (From the Woking, Herald and News) SAWINCS Founded :1877 INSURED 10,000. TO SPRINGFIELD Office HOME LOANS REAL ESTATE Home Office MORTGAGE LOANS G.
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Collectors were puzzled until the woman explained she's like to see a piece of eight," mentioned the Robert Louis Stevenson story, "Treasure Island. There were hundreds of these on exhibit. This was the Spanish dollar which circulated over the world at about the time colonists were getting a foothold in what was to become the United States. It was the leading coin of colonial days and the American dollar: vas. patterned after it.
The coin was piece. Many had a large figure real on the "tails" side. This lead to the nickname, "piece of eight." The pirates didn't originate the term. American colonists probably did. The coin often was cut into eight pie-shaped "bits" of one real each.
This was done because there was a severe shortage of change in the colonies. As a result of this practice, the term, "bits," came into American usage. "Two bits" today means a quarter-dollar, "four bits" is a half and "six bits" is: 75 cents. 2 The dollar actually originated in Bohemia early in the 16th century when the first large silver coins were, struck. It soon spread to other lands and today" virtually every nation has a comparable coin.
To collectors, they are known as "crowns," because so. many of them had crowns' in their designs. Reuther's Plan Walter Reuther, president of the CIO, is out: with a pamphlet declaring that hard times are coming after the armament boom unless steps are taken in the meantime. We must make immediate plans, he says, to increase the country's output by $16,000,000,000 a year, over the next three years. The extra output will create 2,000,000 new jobs a year.
That many new work opportunities need to be created, Mr. Reuther says, just to take care of the 700,000 who. graduate into. the working force annually and the number who lose their jobs due to 'rising man-hour, output." The Reuther program to keep the boom going specifies five elements: Narrower profit margins, higher wages, lower prices, lower taxes on personal incomes, and higher expenditures for aid, to the poverty stricken. Here is more foolishness than we have seen for a long time in one package.
If profits go down there will be fewer jobs, not more of them. Any firms which barely break even now will be obliged 10 close up' shop. Investors won't supply new capital for expansion if the return is reduced? To get 000 new jobs created a year, higher not lower profits, must be in prospect. How can wages be raised and prices lowered at the same time? That gag has been advanced by Henry Wallace, Harry Truman, and other celebrated economic quacks: Mr. Reuther now identifies himself.
with them. And having proceeded thus far in daffiness, his proposal to increase doles and lower. personal income taxes must seem perfectly, sensible--to him. (From the Chicago Tribune) CURIOSITY A 5.
