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Statement of J. Edgar Hoover
On' National Newspaper Week’
In any endeavor or conflict it
is always reassuring to know
that your cause is supported by
strong allies. Law enforcement
— faced with increasing crime
rates, riots, and civil dis
obedience—can take encourage
ment in the editorial support
and assistance it receives from
responsible newspapers through
out the nation.
This is not to minimize, of
course, the excellent coopera
tion our profession receives
from radio, television, and the
other news media, as well as
from the millions of law-abiding
citizens who are aware of our
^problems. However, specific
mention of the press is signifi
cant at this time because of the
annual observance of National
Newspaper Week, October 10-
16, 1965.
The theme of this year’s ob
servance, “Newspapers and
Readers — Partners in Free
dom”, is especially germane to
the day-to-day activities of a
people who for more than 189
years have placed their faith
and trust in self - government
and the rule of law, not of men.
Fall, Winter Is Time To
Plant Shrubs In Georgia
Many Georgia gardeners
have the mistaken belief they
should wait till springtime to
plant shrubs.
Gerald E. Smith, Coopera
tive Extension Service horticul
turist at the University, sus
pects they got the notion from
gardening articles originating
in the north. In that part of the
country, he said, spring plant
ing is recommended because
the ground is frozen throughout
much of the winter.
“But this just isn’t the case
here in Georgia,” Mr. Smith
declared.
He recommended fall and
winter planting, and gave this
advantage: “It allows the shrub
to establish its root system in
the new soil long before the
hot, dry weather of summer
arrives.”
The Extension horticulturist
pointed out that there is less
transplanting shock involved in
the fall and winter. He cited
research showing that many
shrubs make root growth when
IN MEMORIAM
In memory of
MRS. DOLLIE STEPHENS
who passed away a year ago.
Down a bitter road of heart
aches,
Your hands were out to me,
How could I ’ere forget those |
hands,
For they belong to Thee.
Through many days of illnesses,
I was sure I’d just give in,
I can feel your hand upon my
brow
And hear your voice say, "Nay,
Why not think of others dear.
To be selfish is a sin.”
So with your passing, Mother,
My days are long and blue.
I lift my eyes toward the sky
And wonder what I’ll do.
Then suddenly it’s clear to me;
I can take a long straight look.
About the love you gave to
others,
I could surely write a book.
A tribute to my mother by
Dorothy Stephens Brown.
Health
Department News
Mr. Roger W. A pel came to
work for the Bryan County
Health Department on Septem
ber 1, 1965. Mr. Apel will be
in Bryan County on Tuesday
and Thursday, and in Liberty
County on Monday, Wednesday
and Friday.
Mr. Apel was a resident of
Florida and moved to Georgia
to attend Brewton Parker Col
lege where he received a As
sociate of Arts Degree. He then
attended Georgia Southern Col
lege where he received an A.B.
Degree in Biology and Sociol
ogy. He then attended a school
for six months in Atlanta for
training in Public Health work.
Mr. Apel came to the Liberty
and Bryan County Health De
partments after working for the
Richmond County Health De
partment in Augusta, Georgia.
Mr. Apel is married to the
former Miss Shirley Jones of
Daytona Beach, Florida. They
■ The journalism profession —
' through its cherished freedom
’ provided by the First Amend
: ment, has been greatly instru
■ mental in forging the proud his
tory of our country. It is to the
■ everlasting credit of loyal, dedi
; cated and patriotic editors and
i publishers that the press today
is still a major medium in pre
serving our way of life.
The lack of knowledge and
the absence of truth are lurk
' ing, perennial enemies of
• democracy. The role of the
; press in keeping the public in
’ formed by timely, accurate, and
objective news reporting can
best be appreciated when we
' consider the increasing number
' of countries where a free press
is either nonexistent or is sub
jected to constant governmental
intimidation. Americans regard
the free flow of legitimate in
formation, critical and favor
able, pro and con, as a basic
and indispensable right belong
ing to free people.
Judging other people often
prevents us from apprais
mg ourselves.
: soil temperature is approxi
mately 45 degrees, although the
: top of the plant is not growing
at the time. “Shrubs in Geor
gia,” he continued, “make root
growth during warm periods of
the winter as well as during
■ the fall.”
; Nevertheless, most Georgians
wait until late March or April
to transplant. “This allows only
: a short time for the plant to be
t come adjusted before the sum
mer stress period," according
) to Mr. Smith.
1 Another advantage of fall and
winter planting is that garden
ers can select very pleasant
1 working temperatures. Mr.
1 Smith said homeowners are
' more likely to do a good job of
■ soil preparation under these
circumstances.
t He also said nurserymen
; have more time during the fall
1 and winter to offer advice on
I cultural practices. “This just
f isn’t possible during the spring
1 rush season,” he stated.
have a boy four years old and
and a girl two years old.
Mr. Apel says he is looking
forward to being a part of this
county and planning a total
health program.
| The Sanitarian is happy to
1 report of the fine work that
| most of the restaurant owners
are doing in our county to main
' tain sanitary kitchens.
Last month the State Health
1 Department did a food survey
in Bryan County under the di
rection of the Bryan County
| Health Department. The final
results show that we will have
about an 80% rating, which is
very good for our county. This
, raitng shows that the restau-
I rant owners are trying not only
ito serve food that taste good
! but food that is clean and safe
to eat.
Let’s keep up the good work
and even do better so we can
have the “best tasting and
cleanest food in the state.”
Couple
To Marry
In Florida
JACKSONVILLE, Fla. - Mr.
and Mrs. Clifford C. Patrick
Jr. announce the engagement
of their daughter, Patricia
Ann, to Lowell Rollen Pletch
er, son of Mrs. W. K. Salisbu
ry, of Lansing, Mich., and L.
S. Pletcher of Okemos, Mich.
Miss Patrick is the grand
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Clif
ford C. Patrick of Blooming
dale, Ga., and Mrs. Ira C. Ca
sey Sr. and the late Mr. Casey
of Richmond Hill, Ga.
She was graduated from
Waycross High School and
Brevard Junior College, Bre
vard, N.C.
Mr. Pletcher attended Tri-
State College in Indiana, and
Jacksonville University, Flori
da. where he was a member of
Phi Delta Delta fraternity.
The wedding will take place
November 13, in Christ the
King Catholic Church, Jack
sonville.
Calvin Futch With
Ist Infantry Div.
In Viet Nam
■
I-
I
u. S. ARMY, VIET NAM
(AHTNC) — “. . . They are
trained and ready to meet the
new face of war . . said the
“Big Red One” commander,
Major General Jonathan 0. Sea
man, as PFC Calvin R. Futch
debarked here with other mem
bers of the Ist Infantry Divi
sion.
Futch, whose wife, Patsy,
lives at 2110 Mell St., Savan
nah, is assigned to the division
which was ordered to duty here
as a result of President John
son’s announced troop build-up
in Viet Nam.
“The Fightin’ First,” as it is
also known, participated in 18
major campaigns during World
Wars I and 11, earning 15 bat
tle streamers. In World War
II the division was first in
North Africa, Sicily and France,
and first to crack Hitler’s Sieg
fried Line. During the two
wars 21 of the division’s mem
bers were awarded the coveted
Medal of Honor.
General Beamon noted the
spirit of the unit and the capa
bilities of its men when he re
marked, “. . . These men of the
Ist Division are good, and they
know it . .
The 24-year-old soldier, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Charlie K.
Futch, Route 1, Pembroke, ent
ered the Army in January, 1964
and completed basic combat
training at Fort Gordon, Ga.
He attended Bryan County
High School in Pembroke.
The First Infantry Division,
the “Big Red One” of the Reg
ular Army, is a battle-tested
veteran unit. It participated in
18 major campaigns in two Eu
ropean wars, earned 15 cam
paign streamers, three foreign
awards and suffered 44,643 cas
ualties in the two World Wars.
Its subordinate units earned 20
unit citations, and 21 soldiers
were decorated with the Medal
of Honor while wearing the Di
vision insignia.
The “Fightin’ First,” as it is
also called, was authorized as
a Regular Army in May
1917 and organized the follow
ing month. Originally named
the Ist Expeditionary Division,
it was re-christened with its
present appelt.tion on August
19, 1942.
The “Big Red One” fought
across Europe from October
1917 to November 1918 and re
mained on occupation duty until
December 1919 when it return
ed to the States for garrison
duty. The First Division was
the first American Division to
enter Kaiser Wilhelm’s Ger
many in World War I —one of
its many firsts.
The unit was revitalized in
1939 and, after extensive train
ing, left for England in August
1942. England meant more
training and more “firsts” as
the Division sailed from its base
to battles in North Africa, Sici
ly and France. Once again it
counted among its firsts the
cracking of a major barrier—
this time Hitler’s vaunted Sieg
fried Line. The First Division
remained in Germany until 1955
when it shipped home to Fort
Riley, Kansas. Its current Com
manding General, Major Gen
eral Jonathan 0. Seaman, is the
33d in a line of distinguished
soldiers who have led this fight
ing outfit.
The Mill Creek Community
Center will have its usual meet
ing October 23, 1965 at 8 o’clock
P.M. The public is invited. Ask
ing all young and old people
to come.
Mr. A. M. Baker, President;
Mrs. Elizabeth Singleton; Mrs.
Estelle Oliver, Mr. Lucious
elley, Publicity Committee.
SUBSCRIPTION
THE PEMBROKE JOURNAL
TAKEN FROM SUNDAY’S ATLANTA JOURNAL
Viet Nam: The War at Sea
(EDITOR'S NOTE - From
Red China all the way dmvn
around to the Cambodtan bor
der, the U.S. 7th Fleet is very
much at war in Viet Nam.
Hundreds of v e s s e Is and
planes land the troops, cover
them, supply them, guard the
cootdr and carry the war
north Sea war outmoded?
"Here we are again,” says
the captain.)
By HUGH A. MULLIGAN
WITH THE SEVENTH
FLEET OFF SOUTH VIET
NAM, Oct. 16 (IP) ,— “After
every war they write the N<>v
off. consign it to mothballs
and declare it obsolete,” the
captain said. “So here we are
again.”
Capt. John E. Kennedy sat
in his high-backed black leath
er “throne” on the bridge off
the aircraft carrier USS Inde
pendence, looking down on his
three football fields of flight
deck lately come alive with
minute figures in Mickey
Mouse hats and brightly col
ored sweatshirts.
Night was falling fast qn the
South China Sea and the aft
erburners of the Vigilante at
tack bombers, poised on the
steam - hissing catapults,
glowed like huge acetylene
torches in the gathering gloom.
One hundred and twenty
miles out to sea “The Big
Eye” was clearing her decks
for another night launch, an
other series of bombing at
tacks and strafing runs in sup
port. of South Vietnamese gov
ernment troops against Viet
Cong positions below the 17th
parallel. Pilots in red glasses
moved out of the ready rooms
and down the narrow passage
ways, softly lit with red bulbs,
going through the “night adap
tation” procedures of getting
their eyes accustomed to the
dark.
THE TAIL END of a typhoon
sweeping toward Japan curled
the sea info skittish whitecaps.
Destroyers riding the carrier s
wake to pick up downed pilots
took green waves over their
bows, but the Independence
plowed stolidly into the wind
at 14 knots, barely bowing be
fore the horizon.
“They say you could put the
luxury liners United states and
the Queen Mary side by side
on our flight deck,” said Cmdr.
Jack Waits, the navigator.
"But 1 wouldn't want to be
officer of the bridge when they
tried it. She’d list like hell.”
Two hours later the planes
came back, flight after flight
of them. They hit the deck
of the floating airport in a
shower of sparks and jolted to
a stop as their tail hooks
caught the big rubber band
called the arresting gear.
Plane directors in yellow
sweatshirts urged the big sil
ver birds forward with a wave
of their lighted red wands;
plane pushers in blue sweat
shirts folded the wings and
stacked the planes on the bow,
only inches apart.
T HE LOUDSPEAKER
barked out the day s statis
tics’
“Aircraft from the USS In
dependence today flew 110
sorties to fixed targets and
in support of ground action in
the 3rd and 4th Corps areas
The planes delivered 98 lons
of bombs. All planes were
ATTACK BOMBER IS CATAPULTED I’^O^UGH^EC^I^RRieT^^nSenDENCF^H^UCTVVVI
Iwo Hours Later, It and Other Planes Returned After Dumping Tons of Bombs on Viet Cong
B ACK OJR SOLDIERS UF, WHO ARE IN VIET NAM FIGHTING TO MAKE THE WORLD SAFE ICR DEMOCRACY.
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TROOPS OF IST MARINE DIVISION RUN TO BOARD HELICOPTERS ABOARD USS IWO JIMA
Quick Flight to Shore Will Plunge Them Into Battle in South Viet Nam: Wounded Will Return
safely recovered. Stand by
for evening prayer.’”
Two hundred miles Io the
north, similar progress reports
were being broadcast over Ihe
speaker systems of the Mid
way, the Oriskany, the Bon
Homme Richard and the other
carriers carrying the war to
North Viet Nam through a
curtain of heavy antiaircraft
fire and under constant threat
of the deadly SAM (Surface
to Air Missiles).
In this weird war, where
major airports like Tan Son
Shut and Bien Hoa in the
Saigon area, Soc Trang and
Can Tho in the Mekong delta,
and Danang and Na Trang in
the north have been hit by
mortar fire and crippled by
sabotage, where sudden mon
soon squalls can shut down
Hight operations and flip over
parked aircraft, carriers float
in a virtual sea of safety.
“WE CAN RUN away from
the weather, move where the
targets are and are far less
vunerable to attack or sabo
tage, unless a PT-boat wants
to chance a suicide run past
our destroyers,” said Rear
Adm. James R. Reedy, com
mander of Task Force" 77,
which directs all carrier-based
air strikes.
Far out to sea in an antisep
tic. air conditioned world of
crisply starched khakis and
hot buttered popcorn every
nighl at the movies and the
bread wafting up from the
galley, the war at times can
seem very far away. But al
ways there are reminders,
more shrill than the banshee
wail of the jets, more soul
shuddering than the thunder
ous rumble of the catapults.
On the bulletin board of every
squadron ready-room little
black-bordered cards with a
cross and a spray of lilies
attest to the accuracy of Viet
Cong ack-ack and an occa
sional SAM launch:
“At this tragic time, the
family of Lt. Cmdr. ... ex
presses its sincere gratitude
to the members of squadron.
. . . for their kind condo
lences. . . .”
FOR THE HUNDREDS of
Seventh Fleet ships, from
TWO W ANT
TO SAVE SOULS
WITH BEER
DADE CITY, Fla., Oct. 16
(4? Two middle-aged women
asked the Pasco County Com
mission to issue them a bar
license so they could save lost
souls.
“We’ve got to talk to peo
ple about God,” said Mrs. Cor
dell Austin, “but people walk
out w'hen they find they can't
get a beer with their meal.'’
Mrs. Austin and Mrs. Otella
Greer, who said God calls
them “Gabriel and Michael,”
were told their restaurant is
too close to a public school
for legal sale of alcoholic bev
erages.
* ★ ★ ★ ★
swift gunboats and darting de
stroyers to lumbering oilers
and mighty cruisers, the long
empty days at sea can drag on
with numbing monotony, b u t
the war is never really very
far away.
The guns of the cruiser Gal
veston bark, and the forests
along the shore explode in fire
and smoke.
Destroyers like the USS
Newell and the USS Hanson
regularly hazard treacherous
reefs and rocky coves to run in
close to shore and fire their
three-inch guns, artillery-style,
in support of ground action.
Life aboard the bobbing de
stroyers is noisy, nerve
wracking. In the sultry air un
der an unrelenting sun, the
acrid stench of gunsmoke
hangs heavy over the decks.
Sometimes a heavy smog sits
in the rigging, and the deafen
ing boom of the guns rings
constantly in your ears, even
for hours after the firing has
stopped.
CASUALTIES HAVE been
high among Navy men serv
ing as advisors on Vietnamese
RAG (river assault group)
boats, the gunboats that deliv
er troops up the narrow, Viet
Cong-infested canal? in the
Mekong della. Bui much of
the Navy's job on the high sea
consists of just watching and
waiting.
From Quang Tri on the bor
der of North Viet Nam all the
way down the South China Sea
around Ca Mau point to the is
land of Phu Quoc on the Cam
bodian border, minesweepers
and destroyer escorts pace the
shore line in a monotonous
picket duty called “Operation
Markettime.” They challenge
unidentified ships, search pass
ing junks and fishing fleets for
caches of ammunition and
floating grenade and uniform
factories, and keep a constant
lookout for supplies being
smuggled to the enemy,
whether by sampan or cargo
freighter.
PATROLLING the same 120
miles of coastline day after
day, looking at the same pur
ple mountains, coming into
contact with the teeming
squalor of life aboard a junk
and the constant stench of dry
ing fish can be deadly dull,
but to the crew members of
minesweepers like the Lucid
and destroyer escorts like the
Kretchmer, it is their tiny
quarter of a confusing, weary
ing war.
“I know this stretch of coast
better than 1 know Boston har
bor.” said Ensign Dave Duffy
of Cambridge, Mass., who has
been shooting the same stars
over the jagged little island
night after night for the past
six years from the bridge of
the Kretchmer. “It’s getting so
I can even tell which junks will
be coming around a certain
point at a certain time. Any
day now I ll be carrying on
fluent conversations with the
seagulls.”
Perhaps of all its varied
operations in Viet Nam. t h e
Navy could scoff loudest at the
beckoning mothballs during
“Operation Starlight,” when
U.S. Marines trapped a regi
ment of Viet Cong regulars on
the Van Tuong peninsula 12
miles south of Chu Lai, inflict-
Thursday, October 21, 1965—
) ing the heaviest enemy casual
ties of any American action
thus far in the war.
WHILE THE cruiser Gal
veston and a small armada of
destroyers paved the way with
constant offshore salvos and
carrier-based jets rained hav
oc on enemy positions, Ma
rines stormed ashore from the
LSD (landing ship dock)
Point Defiance and from the
Navy troop carrier USS Tal
ladega. Almost at the same
time a battalion landing team
of Marines was flown beyond
the enemy lines from the heli
copter carrier Iwo Jima to
launch a rear action that
caught the Communists in a
deadly pincer. "Vertical en
velopment” the tactic is
called, a new wrinkle in heli
copter warfare that is prov
ing itself in Viet Nam.
All day long, as the battle
moved inland. Navy ships ly
ing off the peninsula launched
their landing craft to keep the
troops supplied with food, wa
ter and ammunition. “Happi
ness is a full canteen” one of
the ships in the harbor blinked
out on signal lights, as anoth
er call for fresh water came
from the Marine C.P. (com
mand post) ashore.
FAC (forward air controller)
planes directing the bombing
strikes took off from the new
airstrip at Chu Lai, built in
six days by the Seabees.
TWENTY - FIVE - YEAR -
OLD destroyers, fighting a los
ing battle against rust and al
ready sentenced to be decom
missioned. suddenly found
themselves in demand as float
ing artillery and responded
with a vigor that belied their
antiquity.
New ships got their bap
tism of fire in an operation
that began only as a standby
mission. For the first time
since it was commissioned five
years ago in Puget Sound
Naval Shipyard, the decks of
the copter carrier Iwo Jima
ran red with blood, as the
wounded were flown aboard
by helicopter and lifted by ele
vator to her sparkling 40-bed
hospital. Lt. Cmdr. Barney
Scott, a surgeon lately grad
uated from the University of
Tennessee medical school,
worked 27 straight hours and
couldn't recall when he had
ever been that tired.
That war that had often
seemed so very far away now
seemed agonizingly close. Lt.
(j.g.) Henry Dronsek of Bos
ton, Mass., who as officer 0!
the deck had been watching
and listening to the battle from
the bridge all day long, turned
over the watch and responded
to a loudspeaker call for blood
donors. He turned to the young
Marine lying next to ijim in a
passageway outside the op
erating room and knew that
the surgeons had just removed
both legs.
In a shellered cove of the
South China Sea, Lt. Dronsek
left his youth behind.
The war at sea, whether
from the smoking deck of a
gunboat or the steaming hold
of a cargo ship, where deck
hands labor 18 hours a day to
keep the fleet supplied ’with
ammunition, food and fuel,
has attained a reality in Viet
Nam that no enlistment pos
ter can ever depict. And,’per--
haps, that no mothballs can
keep closeted very long.
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