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Clayton
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VOLUME 44 — NUMBER 28
POINT OF VIEW
■ By JACK TROY i.
Ole Doc Would Be "Long Lost"
In Animal Husbandry Division!
I wouldn’t even nominate for the Animal Husbandry Division
ole Doc H. C. Aderhold, who has proven to be the poorest Presi
dent the University of Georgia ever had.
Even if Wallace Butts had supplied him with a scorecard, this
ball in the tight places!
I don’t think you can ever SCORE too much, anymore, with
left-handed Carl Sanders, substitute quarterback, calling the
signals!!
We Second the Nomination
Os a Phi Beta Kappa!
I would be proud to second the nomination of that old pea
picker, Noah Langdale, formerly of Valdosta, Ga., where his uncle
is Turpentine King — and how about a little of THAT for addle
head? —for the president of the U. of Georgia.
Like Frank Lumpkin of Columbus, Ga., head of the Columbus
Bulldog Club, said on the air last Saturday: “We can’t run our
ship (Georgia) without a captain!”
Now, take ole Noah Langdale, who is about as bright in edu
cational circles as the next one—whether it be the President of
Georgia Tech, MIT, Carnegie Tech or even Cornell — he is about
the most all-around MAN we know.
Noah is a great speaker, full of humor and wit and nonsense;
he is a former All-American Phi Beta Kappa tackle from the Uni
versity of Alabama, and that’s what you need for inspiration for
the “weak-kneed alumni” of the University of Georgia.
We’re proud of the all-out support the boys and girls of the
Capstone at Tuscaloosa, Ala., where the “tusks-are-looser” after
you meet the Crimson Tide head-on in football, gave ole Bear Bry
ant, my old pal, even from the days he was playing the opposite
end from that pass-catching, high-flying terminal wingman —a
fly boy, really — Don Hutson, later to set all-time pass-catching
records with the Green Bay Packers.
I wish people would be kinder to ole Bear. He has always been
good to his mother! Then, too, he was a little scared of that Holt
boy who whapped a Georgia Tech player while he was standing
still. Bear figured if he fired Holt for that, Holt might just get
ahold of Bear, and that, friends, is the BEAR FACTS!
Then, too, Noah Langdale really acts as an educator. He knows
the players!
‘MR. ERNEST’ MISSED
An Aura of Sadness
At Annual Camp Reunion
The annual Camp Reunion was held Sunday, Aug. 18,
at the farm pond and picnic grounds of Mr. and Mrs. J. B.
Trimble near Riverdale. Over 50 of the Camps and their
families were present for dinner on the grounds and then
to bring themselves up to date on happenings during the
past year. Some of the young and
older children brought fishing
equipment and were trying it
out for fish in the pond.
One of the oldest members of
the camp, family, Mr. Ernest L.
Camp, was missed and there was
a definite aura of sadness be
cause of this. He had been the
leader of this strong family or
ganization for many years. Mr.
Ernest Camp passed away two
“•'JWBBK^ZJH SHH Wy ; > I
The Annual Camp Reunion - And Late Long-Time Leader
THE PICTURE at left, made by Tom Cole Sun
day, Aug. 18, pictured the gathering of the
clan — the Camp clan —for their annual re
union at Saranac Lake, Clayton County. At
right is another picture Mr. Cole snapped the
Stye jfarest Jima
and
GHagtnn Qlnunty Nema anb farmer
fine president wouldn’t have known the
players by their numbers!
Imagine, as head of the “Athletic Board”
and of the “Athletic Association”, a so
called “leader”, really a political puppet,
who didn’t know how to answer a question
put to him in Federal District Court by
sharp Attorney Bill Shroeder, a former
Fighting Irish quarterback and U. of Geor
gia law graduate, as to the “character” of
last year’s captain of the Georgia football
team!
Aderhold frankly answered that he was
not in a position to say whether or not the
“character” of the 1962 Georgia Captain
was GOOD or BAD.
When you play BIG POWER politics in
football it’s always wise to have somebody
like Frankie Sinkwich around to carry the
weeks ago at the age of 89 and
is muchly missed by his relatives
and many friends.
The three oldest members of
the Camp families now are: Mr.
J. Abner Camp, age 86, of Hape
ville, Mr. J. P. Camp, 83, of
Chamblee, and Mr. W. T. Camp,
80, of Jonesboro.
New officers elected for the
Camp group are: Carl H. Camp,
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Doc Needham Bateman Is Happy About It All!
JUDGE ED KEMP, (Rev. Hoyt Farr looks over
his shoulder) congratulates Dr. Needham Bate
man at ground-breaking ceremonies for the
new Jonesboro Hospital Center last Thursday
Great New Hospital Underway
As Notables Break Ground
There was a ground breaking for Clayton County’s first hospital on Thursday, Aug.
22, 1963, at 4 p.m. The new facility will be called the Jonesboro Hospital Center.
The Rev. Hoyt Farr, Pastor Forest Park First Baptist Church, gave the invocation
and he also gave the closing prayer, and in between Dr. Needham Bateman said;
“It is a pleasure and a privilege to make Jonesboro Hospital Center available to the
people of Clayton County. We
plan to make the Building and
the equipment the finest money
can buy and the staff the best to
be found in the medical profes
sion this day and time.”
There were remarks of apprec
iation and stressing needs of a
county hospital by Judge Ed
Kemp of the Juvenile Court.
Ambitious plans have been
mapped, but units will be con
structed one at a time. The first
unit should be ready before the
first of the year, Dr. Bateman
said, and it will provide beds for
about 30 patients.
After that, a second unit will
be added. When completed, the
hospital will have a lake for rec
reation.
It is located north of Jones
boro on Battle Creek Road,
J. wTSmitli
Innocently
Stops Robbery
Last Sunday afternoon about
1:30, approaching 2 o’clock, J.
W. Smith just “happened” to
drop by the Smith Brothers
Hardware store and supply com
pany on Main Street, Forest Park.
Good thing that he did!
Burglars had entered the bar
bershop next door and had
enough tools to break into a bank
vault. They had started going
through the wall with the idea
of providing away to rob the
Smith Brothers blind.
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year before, showing late clan leader “Mr. Er
nest” Camp enjoying refreshment at his final
reunion. He was greatly missed by all members
on Sunday Aug. 18, 1963.
FOREST PARK, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, AUGUST 27, 1963
Sequel: Story of a Political Newspaper Fix
Noah Langdale For Us-
Noah's ARK For Them!
It’s NOAH Langdale for us U. of Georgia rooters—
same as Frank Lumpkin, head of the Georgia Bull
dog Club in Columbus, Ga., —and NOAH’S ARK for
them (our detractors!).
Anytime a Phi Beta Kappa All-America tackle and
prime educator, Georgia born and Alabama (Crimson
Tide) raised, is available for the President’s chair at
the University of Georgia, we can only say—“ What’s
Georgia waiting for!”
And as to that NOAH’S ARK bit, for heavens sake,
only one at a time; not by pairs. Heavens no!
W'e want to “pay tribute” to Coach Johnny (come
lately) Griffith for his astute perspicacity in, first,
naming Charley Trippi, world’s greatest halfback, pro
or collegiate, as an END coach; and FIRING Gregory,
a fine coach, for being an HONEST Bulldog! The
timing was perfect, Johnny!
ITS ALL OVER BUT HIE SHOUTING!
Wally Butts Gets Offers
From Half a Dozen Pros
The Little Round Man, Wallace W. Butts—no its or
ands—had received half a dozen attractive offers to coach
in the professional ranks, National League, American
League, etc., at last count. Maybe college offers now, too!
So the BIG FIX is all over but the shouting, or shoot-
ing, and maybe The Saturday
Evening Post will get lost in the
Okefenooke Swamp, which, we
feel, would be a great distribu
tion point at this time.
I feel sure we will all be “hon
ored” to read more Post “exclu
sives” by Bisher, Harold H. Mar
tin, and those other star Post
writers. Martin went to Georgia.
Don’t forget what we call it in
Dixie—The Saturday Hitching
Post (not for horses, but Bull
dogs!)
I lost count of the telegrams
and phone calls Butts and fam
ily were geting in their Dinkier
suite during the past few days.
But doggone if Butts popularity
wasn’t a boon to the telephone
company! How about that for a
switch! All this hogwash origi
nally was “credited” to an “elec
tronic mixup” via long distance.
But who’s mixed up NOW?
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on Battle Creek Road. Others in the picture:
Mayor W. Reid Puckett, of Forest Park; and
Colie Adamson, chairman of the Clayton Coun
ty Board of Education.
(Photo by Derickson)
Pope, Abb
Attend
Seminar
Clayton County Coroner Pope
Dickson and son Abb attended
the National Association of Coro
ners’ Annual Seminar for four
days last week. The Headquarters
were at the Chase-Park Plaza
Hotel in St. Louis, Missouri.
Lectures and slides were given
by some of the leading Pathol
ogists and Toxicologists. Lectures
were given by Major Ruff, Homi
cide Division, St. Louis Police
Dept, as to the investigation role
in the coroner’s office. Lectures
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SINGLE COPY 10c
By JACK TROY
Former Sports Editor, Atlanta Constitution
The late O. B. Keeler’s battle cry rings loud and clear through the moonlight and
magnolia-scented night . . .
“WE’LL LEARN ’EM DURN ’EM!
Some of these cotton pickin’ Easterners, of The Sat. Eve. Post, as well as some of
our rich socialities of the Southland, can believe that an old Rebel spirit surges in the
veins of some folks, who weep a
little when they hear the in
spirational strains of DIXIE—
“Oh, away down South in the
Land of Cotton, old times there
are not FORGOTTEN, look
away!” And look out! Gangway
for Galloway!
There are some Southerners
who don’t claim to be political
scientists, who actually can rea
son out, by horse-sense analysis,
the sordid doings of ego-maniacs
who feel that power is an insur
mountable weapon, and that
MONEY can BUY ANYTHING.
Well, hear this—
This, friends, is the companion
piece of the POLITICAL FOOT
BALL FIX, published last week,
and it portrays another sordid,
but futile effort, to bring a
POOR BOY to his KNEES.
They DIDN’T bring BUTTS to
his KNEES; and, in MY CASE, I
was built pretty close to the side
walk, anyway. There have been
those insulting so-and-so’s who’d
say: “Get off your knees, Shor
ty!” I mean to stand as tall as
I can right now. And even so,
I can look Wallace Butts square
ly in the eye, without getting on
my tiptoes.
This is the story of the POLI
TICAL NEWSPAPER FIX . . .
We start from the beginning
on the POLITICAL NEWSPAPER
FIX, which resulted in the theft i
of the writer’s official county
paper for which he paid $12,000
and added $1,500 operating capi
tal but for more than a year
could not resolve the matter in
court and, meanwhile, had to
pay DOUBLE rent, pay back all
the notes out of another paper
one of the notes was a C & S
note, and, generally, fight like a
madman to keep the opposition
from breaking me.
Colonel Raymond Sanders,
cousin of Governor Carl San
ders, built the Clayton Plaza |
Shopping Center in Clayton i
County . . . some three years |
ago. Col. Sanders’ father and
grandfather used to live in Mor
row, same as did Gov. Sanders’
father and grandfather live in
Rex, Ga.
Col. Sanders looked around for
the most despicable rat he could
find to handle promotion and
publicity at the Shopping Cen
ter. He found J. Herman House,
Jr., who had a “great record”
with other shopping centers.
More about this in a later story.
In obtaining House, Col. San
ders may have got a tip from
Anthony Grey, whom I succeeded
in 1946 as editor of The Free
Press, and whom I battled the
rest of the time was “Editor-
Pub.” of The News.
Grey and House, birds of a
feather who used to flock to
gether in shopping center
schemes, were unquestionably in
collusion in the purchase of The
News for me, with House acting
as a Trustee (?). Yhen you have
‘friends” like that, you don’t
need any enemies!
When time came for the DED
ICATION of the Clayton Plaza
Shopping Center, Senate Leader-
Carl Sanders came out for Cousin
Raymond to make the dedica
tory speech. He used only notes.
I wasn’t feeling “too good” and
the fact is, too, that Mr. House
had sent up the loud speakers in
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LETTER TO EDITOR ~
* Memorandum OAKES HARDWARE CO.
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MONROE, GEORGIA O
August 21, 1963
TO: Mr. Jack Troy, Editor <>
The Forest Park Free Press
Dear Jack; ]•
It was a genuine pleasure being with you at the Butts’, and I might add b
certainly stimulating. There is a generation growing up that will not know
what a vigorous sports column such as yours was. is. (like) The effect it n
can have on the local scene. And what an era that was! D
Jack, as I mentioned to you I want either the paper or reprints, of two is- o
sues: one is the August 20th. and the other is the one in which you took J*
off against Aderhold or Addlehead. Send me fifty of each, and enclose a <!
bill for same. I am going to send Heyward Allen some to distribute around G
Athens, and circulate the rest between here and Madison. People over here
have worn out the copy I brought back. <>
Again it was good to see you, and the next time I see you I want you to <!
Autograph your book for my boys. Keep punching, and an old "War Horse” G
like you will take a lot of killing! It takes a mean one to beat your and
Wally's kind.
Best wishes always, o
C. W. “Titus” OAKES G
such away that the wind, blow- i
Ing from the west, carried the i
remarks across Highway 54, and i
those deathless words of prose'
by Sen. Sanders were GONE
WITH THE WIND. Nobody heard
a word he said, except those
politicos sitting with him on the
platform. They were made for
one another.
I have no apologies to make
I for not hearing anything he
■ said, and I do not feel I missed
very much, and I doubt too, that
reporting of it would have been
of much significance for pos
terity, anyway.
Col. Ray Sanders called me
after the paper came back from
the printer and expressed sur
prise to know there was no story
or picture. He even got a little
nasty to the effect that “I could
suffer the consequences . He
called me at my office, he called
my wife at home. He told my
i wife “what a fine fellow, Jack
i is—l want to do something real
- nice for good old Jack!”
| Herman House came by the
| office one Sunday afternoon, not
I long after, with an ad from the
| Shopping Center. He said, in
leaving—“My father is a Mason
and YOU are a Mason: You can
depend on it that Herman House
will NEVER double-cross you!”
And, all the while, of course, he
and fellow co-conspirators were
whetting their knives, and they
were getting ready, somehow, to
knife old Troy. House came back
and said, in a low voice from the
doorway: “I HATE Anthony
Grey. I will do anything I can
to help you beat him.” Actually,
they were in collusion on the
newspaper deal all the time, and
'Long May Her
Stars Be Bright'!
Last week we ran the stories
in black—this week in red—FOß
. THE RED AND BLACK. Long
may her “stars” be bright, by
Heaven’s holy light! Let the
Chapel bell ring anew!
The world’s oldest chartered
institution 6i higher learning,
hard by the banks of the Oconee,
in Athens town, will see and en- I
joy better days now!
i
WALLY
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
| all the way!
He suggested, then, that it
. would be a good thing for me to
i buy out Mr. Grey. HE would
help in any way, except he didn’t
have “any money,” he said. Just
moral support, of course!
One day my son, Dan, pressed
me on the idea of buying The
News from Grey, using House
as a “Trustee.” House had been
working on my young son, as
only a first-class and clever
CON can. My son had been
going back and forth to MHJ
Advertising Company on Thomp
son Street in East Point one of
House’s “multiple operations”—
as if my son were propelled by
a giant yo-yo.
“We must buy the paper,” Dan
insisted. I went along with it,
I let him handle part of it, and I
j actually never got in on any of
i it until the last meeting in Law
; yer Robert McCartney’s office in
! the Healey Building. My auditor,
I Ben Finnell, and I sat and looked
| and listened.
We were supposed to get some
papers, but, later, Mr. McCartney
said he had sent them all to Mr.
House, and—
We set up the paper nicely at
1172 Main Street, Forest Park, in
the same building with The Free
Press—where both are NOW.
Came the day my aging Moth
er, who hadn’t been away from
Florida for over 50 years, wanted
I to go to California to see my
| sister and a niece and new baby
I Mike on Mother’s Day. Mean
■ while, I had to sign a lease for
| the first time in all the years,
and I had t 6 consent to let a
burly bookkeeper rent a room up
stairs, so he could conveniently
spy on us. He had been instruct
ed by House, he said later, “To
steal everything you can from
The Free Press office!”
I went quietly one day last
summer to South Expressway
Airport and Arthur Huie piloted
Tom Cole and me to Daytona
Beach, where I picked up my
mother and returned to Atlanta
by Eastern. Then we got on a
Delta Jet and hastened to the
west coast.
I was gone only four days, vis
iting my sister, Mary, and niece,
Patty, in Escondido—Hidden Val-
I ley—in the shadows of the Palo-
I mar mountains.
Then I returned by jet. The
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