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IT’S THIS WAY
BY DOYLE JONES JR.
Jest of the Week: It is not true that the appendix is useless.
It has put thousands of surgeon’s wives in fur coats. Or this: “My
tests show your thyroid is perfectly normal,” the doctor told his cor
pulent patient. “What you’re suffering from is an overactive fork.”
• •••••
RICHARD BREVARD RUSSELL (1897-1971)
The mortal remains of Richard Brevard Russell, Democrat, of
Georgia, were laid to rest in the Russell family cemetery in Winder,
the town of his birth 711 years ago, on Sunday afternoon. At his
request he was buried beside the grave of his beloved mother, Mrs.
Inu Dillard Russell, who died in 1953. The red clay soil of Barrow
County enfolded Georgia’s greatest senator and one of this century’s
greatest Americans. He is at home and his soul at rest.
It is given to few men to enjoy the power, the prestige and
the influence that marked Dick Russell’s 38 years in the Senate.
He was recognized and acknowledged as the leader of this august
deliberative body, the peer of his colleagues, the epitome of a “sen
ator’s senator.” He wus a statesman and parliamentarian par ex
cellence. He was a loyal friend, a courteous opponent. Dick Russell
was confidante and friend of five presidents, his counsel widely
sought and generally accepted.
Humility was one of his greatest virtues. Chivalry was in
stinctive with Dick Russell. The power that corrupts so many politi
cians and the conceit that makes them so distasteful was strangely
absent from the makeup of this remarkable man. He retained his
love and his touch for the common man and was admired and re
spected by them fo r this great trait.
1 first met Dick Russell when he was campaigning for governor.
I was a callow teen-ager but this first encounter with this great
Georgian remains in my mind over the years. My fathe r was seated
at his desk at the front of the office and recognized Mr. Russell
when he came in. Dad had long been a friend of Dick’s father and
had, I’m sure, pledged him to support his son. Dad introduced me
to our future governor and senator and 1 was impressed by his
friendliness and sincerity. He and Dad talked for about 20 minutes
or so and thus was born a friendship that endured until my father’s
death in 1955. One of my most cherished possessions is a letter
from Dick Russell written soon after he learned of his death.
Sunday in Winder was a day to be remembered and it will be
recalled and cherished by thousands who endured the inclement
weather to pay homage to one who had dong so very much for his
fellow Georgians. We drove over via Covington, Social Circle, and
Monroe, arriving about 10:30 at the Russell homeplace after parking
in the Rohr Corporation lot and being transported to and from
the home site via National Guard buses. The military was much in
evidence and they and the Georgia State patrolmen did an excellent
job in directing traffic, directing the pedestrian flow in and about
the Russell home, and myriad other jobs. After waiting a short
time in line, we stepped up on the front porch where there were
three stands for guest registration. After signing one we went into
the front door where Sen, Russell’s body lay in his opened bronze
casket to our left in the family sitting room. Visitors were then
ushered from the house via the back porch and exited to the right
around the house to board the buses back to the parking site. One
had to be amazed at the efficiency and dispatch with which the MP’s
carried out this assignment.
Upon returning to the ear Martha and 1 partook of a light lunch
and were back at the Russell home shortly after 12 o’clock. 1 used
a press card to gain entrance to the press section at the rear of the
home where people were standing under upraised umbrellas in the
shivering cold rain that left feet wet in minutes. The heavy mist and
rain continued to fall during the afternoon. Chief topic of conver
sation was whether the Washington dignitaries would be able to
land in Atlanta or Marietta. Weather prohibited with Charleston
being the nearest open airport. When this happened feverish last
minute preparations were made by officials to bring a televised and
audio appearance via a quickly rigged hookup from a Charleston TV
station. This amazing feat was accomplished in about an hour’s time
which delayed the funeral services for 45 minutes or more.
We were proud of the role that a Jackson young man, Charles
Campbell, played in the sad occasion. Charles, on the staff of Sen.
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Guest Editorial
BY SEN. HERMAN TALMADGE
EULOGY ON RICHARD B. RUSSELL
One of the greatest statesmen
of our time has fallen. Senator
Russell was literally a legend in
his own time. I know of no other
member of the United States Sen
ate throughout all the history of
America who served his nation
with greater distinction. He will
be enshrined in history along with
giants of the U. S. Senate such as
Webster, Calhoun, and Clay, and
other Americans of great stature.
For more than 50 years, Sen
ator Russell served Georgia and
the nation as a state legislator,
Speaker of the Georgia House of
Representatives, Governor of
Georgia, and 38 years of this time
was spent in the U. S. Senate.
As President Pro Tempore of the
Senate, he was third in line for
succession to the Presidency. In
modern history, Senator Russell
was without peer in the Senate.
No other member of the Senate
was so beloved and respected. No
other member of the Senate has
exercised greater leadership or
been such an inspiration in some
of the most critical times in
American history. Senator Rus
sell was truly a Senator’s Senator.
He was friend and counsel to
Russell and one of his favorites, was at the bedside in Walter Reed
Army Medical Center Thursday afternoon when he died as were two
sisters, Mrs. J. K. Stacy of Atlanta, Mrs. Hugh Peterson of Ailey and
Proctor Jones, another ■ administrative assistant. Charles bore a
heavy responsibility of coordinating funeral plans, making travel ar
rangements, and numerous other chores that had to be done, many
that involved rigid timing. We saw him several times during the
day and it is easy to perceive why Sen. Russell held this sterling young
man in such high esteem and favor. The confidence the Russell family
reposes in him is tremendous.
The crowds oohed and ahhed at glimpses of the great and the
near great as they made their way down the brick walkway to the
tents for family and dignitaries in front of the bier. It was a Wash
ington roll of honor—minus of course those that were stranded in
Charleston. Humphrey, Laird, Rogers, Blount, the Chiefs of Staff,
and those from Georgia headed by Gov. Carter, Dean Rusk, Lester
Maddox and statehouse officials by the dozen. But the man who
caught this writer’s eye was Carl Vinson of Milledgeville, the in
fluential Georgian who held sway in the House until his recent
retirement, who strode by, despite his years, with a brisk pace, his
black Homburg atop his silver locks, glistening with the steady mist,
his voice and demeanor strong, a legend in the House as was the
man in the Senate whom he had come to honor on this dismal Sab
bath.
It is safe to assume that not a county was unrepresented at
Winder from the time Sen. Russell’s body arrived there late Saturday
afternoon until he was laid to rest at 3:35 Sunday afternoon in the
family plot beside his beloved mother. Their grief was deep, their
sorrow genuine. From all walks of life they came to file by his bier
in the rotunda of the capitol and at his home. Mink and ermine
brushed against coats from bargain basements and no one cared.
The appeal of Dick Russell transcended class, for after all he was a
friend of all the people. The people of Georgia took Dick Russell
close to their hearts and held him there during almost 50 years of
public service. His relationship with his people was unique and will
not likely be repeated again in Georgia politics. Why? Simply be
cause there is not likely to be another Dick Russell.
The eulogies were magnificent but in no wise did credit to the
man for whom they were intended. His life was his greatest eulogy.
It said in ove r 50 years of faithful and dedicated public service what
sorrowing friends could not say in three, five or 15 minutes no matter
how brilliant the orator or how flattering the phrase.
My eulogy of this great man would be two simple but mean
ingful sentences. ‘‘His conscience never betrayed him. His common
sense never deserted him.” What two wonderful things to be said of
any person, but in Dick Russell they were peculiarly true.
Many Georgians will ave r that our state’s greatest citizen was
buried neath the dun, gray, spilling clouds in Winder Sunday after
noon. That is beyond argument. Our nation produces such a man only
twice or thrice a century.
Richard Brevard Russell is at home, asleep for a while beneath
the stately pines and magnolias that border the family plot. His
labors are o’er, and like Nelson at Trafalgar he can lay down his
sword and his life knowing that the victory’s won. May he rest in the
peace he has so richly earned.
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Presidents of the United States,
and there is no doubt in my mind
that he would have been Presi
dent himself, except for the fact
that he was from the South. His
life was marked by integrity,
clarity of judgment, superior in
telligence, courage and devotion
to duty. Georgia, the nation, the
free world mourn his passing. I
have lost a devoted friend, col
league, and confidant.
Betty join me in extending to
the members of the Russell fam
ily our deepest heartfelt sym
pathy.
HERMAN E. TALMADGE
United States Senate
PERSONAL
Mr. and Mrs. B. 0. Williamson
had as their dinner guests Sun
day Mr. and Mrs. Harold Elliott,
Wendy and Elaine.
Mr. and Mrs. Malvin Redman,
Mr. and Mrs. Harold Brooks,
Richard Brooks, and Mr. and Mrs.
Lem Watkins attended the fu
neral of Senator Richard B. Rus
sell in Winder Sunday afternoon.
‘Whatsoever Things'
BY DONALD E. WILDMON
HIS TEACHINGS ARE TRUE TO LIFE
It was a borrowed car. Mine was in the shop,
t .<3 I had looked at the gas gauge earlier, and it reg
wPPWiP istered half full. But there I was, sitting nearly
directly under a stop light at one of the busiest
jgSjjL.im intersections in town. I had checked the motor out
pretty good, and decided that the trouble was
flj| either a bad fuel pump or just plain out of gas.
Raised Hood
I raised the hood on the car as a signal to those behind me that
I was having trouble. It certainly wasn t an ideal location to have
car trouble, but the car was too heavy for me to push out of the
line of traffic by myself. I left it unattended long enough to make
a phone call to the garage and inform them of my troubles. They
said they would send a wrecker immediately.
After I returned to the car,
I decided to give it a try to see
if it was out of gas. There was
a gas station just directly across
the street so I walked over and
asked the attendant if he had a
gas can I could borrow to get
some gas in the car. He told me he
didn’t that someone had borrowed
his and had not returned it. I
then asked him if he had any
thing that I could carry some
gas in, that my car was stranded
in the middle of the street and
I figured it just might be out
of gas. Well, I got the cold
shoulder treatment all the way.
He said he didn’t have a thing
to carry gas in, and said it in such
a way that I got the message. I
saw a water can and several
empty oil cans around, but I de
cided that if he didn’t, want to
help I wouldn’t try to force him.
Waited And Watched
I walked back to the car and
stood outside to wait for the
wrecker. I guess I waited some
thing like fifteen to twenty min
utes. Several hundred cars passed
me at that intersection. There
were all makes and models. Some
expensive cars passed, and some
that were more in my class drove
by. Nearly all the drivers gave
me a look. They were mixed
looks. Some didn’t like it because
I was blocking traffic. Others
looked as if they saw a man who
was having car trouble—but it
didn’t interest them. I watched
them all pass me by. And in my
mind was a thought: “Isn’t any
body going to offer to help?” I
must admit I got a totally neg
ative reply to my self-question.
Nobody was interested in the
least way in helping me. Being a
Mississippian, I thought at least
someone would stop to help. I
was in the Hospitality State, and
I was a native of it.
By and by 1 noticed a very old
model car, which appeared as if it
might stop running any moment,
begin to pull along side as if it
was going to stop. I noticed that
the man who was driving the car
was a Negro gentleman. He had
his wife and family, about five
children, with him. He got out,
and I saw he was dressed in
clothes full of holes and patches.
He came up and spoke: “Any
thing I can do to help?” he asked.
I explained the situation to him,
and thanked him for his offer.
As he drove away I thought of
the parable of the Good Samari
tan.
The truths that the Galilean
iff
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—FIVE STAR
Letters To
The Editor
We have a word we feel we
must make known to our many
new found friends and neighbors
of Jackson as we prepare to de
part this area.
We are indeed proud to have
been a “part” of this fine town
ship and its gracious and loving
people, even for such a short
time.
Thank you for your open
doors and open hearts as we’ve
served in your community with
you. We have found Jackson to
be truly a town of friendly peo
ple and the people at Second Bap
tist church some of the finest.
As of February 1, 1971, our
Lord “transfers” us to anew
field of service for Him, which
will be Houston Heights Baptist
Church, Macon, Ga.
God Bless you all “rea; good”
is our prayer.
REV. AND MRS.
THOMAS L. MOODY
CARD OF THANKS
We wish to express our grati
tude and appreciation to our
neighbors, relatives and friends
for the telephone calls, flowers,
food and all other expressions
of love and thoughtfulness in
the loss of our loved one. We
pray that God will bless each of
you.—The families of Mr. C. D.
Edwards, Jr. and Mrs. Ralph E.
Jackson.
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THURSDAY, JAN. 28, 1971
Letters To
The Editor
Pollution control costs money,
so this letter is not a complaint
about the recent raise in the
garbage pick up fee. We have
the best garbage and trash ser
vice here of any place we’ve ever
lived, and we ar e willing to pay
more to maintain such a stand
ard.
Neither is it a complaint about
our city taxes helping to pay
$500.00 a month for the coopera
tive maintenance and use of the
county sanitation landfill—for
which our taxes also pay.
It is a complaint about letting
one company burn what must
have been tons of scrap lumber
right in the middle of town. If
the homeowners and businesses
of Jackson must pay, through
bills, taxes, and “special assess
ments,” for the proper disposal
of trash and garbage, I am curi
ous to know why one company
was allowed to evade its respon
sibility for hauling off the wreck
age of the old Carmichael house
on Third Street.
The health, beauty, and clean
liness of Jackson depend upon
every home and business follow
ing the same strict rules concern
ing the disposal of trash and
garbage. There should be no ex
ceptions.
MRS. JAMES B. MOORE
PERSONAL
Mr. and Mrs. Billard Fowler,
Mrs. Janice Foster, Debbie and
Linda of Marietta spent Sunday
with Mr. and Mrs. C. W. Haley
and family.
Miss Mary Ann Elliott was a
Sunday guest of Royce Ring.
Rodney Singley of West Geor
gia College spent the weekend at
home visiting his parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Eugene Singley, and
family.
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