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Editorials
Good Inflation News
Many economic experts now believe
inflation will not be a major threat on the
U. S. economic scene for at least a year
and perhaps for several years. The latest
good news was the oil glut and falling oil
prices.
This, added to other signs, indicates
inflation may be under control for some
time to come — good news for most
Americans. The other signs include grow
ing productivity of U. S. workers, up over
2 percent in 1982, the best annual gain in
eight years.
Also, traditionally, inflation continues
to ease some time after a recession has
ended. In that connection, the Consumer
Regulating Natural Gas
It should be obvious by now that
regulation of natural gas has brought on
ly higher prices, and shortages.
President Reagan has therefore pro
posed to end regulation of natural gasina
few years, to begin decontrol of newly
discovered natural even sooner.
As was the case when the president
proposed to deregulate oil prices, a howl
has gone up from those who say they
represent the consumer, from some of the
industry and from foreign spokesmen.
But the deregulation of oil proved a great
success — contrary to similar dire predic
tions.
The irony in all this is that there is an
over-supply of natural gas at present. But
supply and pipeline companies are locked
in on contracts which set high, fixed
prices. The president proposes to provide
for renegotiation of such contracts prior
to Jan. 1, 1985.
If prices are decontrolled, gradually,
with certain safeguards (as proposed by
the Reagan Administration), then high
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43 YEARS AGO
The following are excerpts from the Dec. 21, 1939, issue of The Summer
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STILLER, HUNTERS AND ALL GET AWAY — CANTON, Ga. —
Ranger Kenneth Douglas has found a mountaineer who runs his legs faster
than he does his ‘‘white lightning’’ distillery.
The ranger recently was attempting to catch bird hunters on a posted area
when he stumbled into a liquor still in full operation.
The stiller fled over a hill, he reported. Douglas yelled for him to come back,
explaining that he was only a wild life ranger, not a “revenooer.”’
His pleas failed to impress the stiller, who put on extra speed every time
Douglas called.
He stormed into the bird hunters and set off the alarm.
So everybody was gone and Douglas was left with a lot of land, birds and li
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YULE HUNTERS URGED TO BUY LICENSE EARLY — ATLANTA —
“Shop for your Christmas hunting license early and avoid the rush,” was the
advice given ‘Holiday’ sportsmen by the state department of revenue today.
“Division of wild life authorities have predicted a record sale for the
Christmas season and we don’t want any prospective hunters to have to wait
for his license.”
License sales so far this season have been much greater than those for any
corresponding period and wild life rangers say that even more hunters will
take to the field if the state-wide draught, unfavorable to quail hunting, is
relieved by rain, it was reported. .
* *
AD: MARY PENN SHOP The Store of Gifts. Here’s Your Christmas
Shopping List. Check and Double Check. Men’s and Boys’' Silk and Satin
Ties . . . 25¢ to SI.OO, Men’s Silk, Rayon, Wool Socks ... 10c to SI.OO, Men’s
and Boys’' Pajamas...s9c to $3.98, Women’s Full-Fashioned Silk
Hose . . . 44c to SI.OO, Women’s Rayon, Crepe, Satin Slips . .. 49c to $2.98,
Women'’s Satin, Crepe, Outing Gowns . . . 49c to $2.98, Part-Wool and Cotton
Blankets . . . 98¢ to $1.98, and Fancy Pillow and Table Cloths . . . 49c to $2.50.
All Men’s $19.75 Suits Now $14.20. A
TREE-CLIMBING CHAMP DIES — LIBERTY, MO. — In a school boy’s
contest to see who could climb the highest in a large sycamore tree, John
David Harmon, 10, won the contest, but lost his life. He fell from the tree, frac
turing his skull, . .
Price Index has already fallen below its
low point in the preceding recession. Pro
ducers and retailers have good reason to
resist rising prices, as long as demand
isn’t spiraling upward sharply.
Demand isn’t currently expected to be
that strong for years, so severe was the
latest recession, with some 12 million still
unemployed. And high unemployment is
expected to remain a factor in the
economy for some time to come.
Thus the current outlook for inflation
is a rate of 5 or 6 percent for the next two
years — even though the government bor
rows heavily because of projected federal
deficits.
fixed prices for gas, such as that from
Algeria, would become subject to the law
of supply and demand. If the experience
with oil is a guide, this would be
preferable to the situation today.
Everyone admits there might be a
temporary increase in some gas prices, as
happened in the case of oil. But for the
long term, decontrol is almost certain to
mean lower prices, because the present
regulatory system is to blame for today’s
paradox of fixing gas prices at a time of
excessive supplies.
Mr. Reagan was right about oil decon
trol and on that basis alone, his approach
to the problem of natural gas prices
deserves a trial. It is, after all, only the
traditional American free enterprise ap
proach. That has served this country best
for over 200 years.
UNKNOWN ABILITY
A man seldom knows what he can do
until he tries to undo what he did. —
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Mountain Echoes
by Jimmy Townsend
‘That’s Far Emough’
From our house it was only half a mile
up to the mine, and I could see dad leave
there after work. He always walked
straight home; seldom did he go into town
like the other miners. He and mama
would sit on the front porch and talk.
When I would see him coming down
the hill, I'd walk a ways to meet him. He
always saved me a cake that mama had
p
_ut in his dinner bucket. I would strut
along by his side, eating my cake with one
hand and toting his dinner bucket in the
other.
On this particular day I sensed that
something was wrong. He didn’t talk to
me as usual, and I asked ‘‘Are you mad at
me, Daddy, huh?”’ He shook his head and
replied, ‘“No, son, just tired.”
He and mama, went out on the high
front porch to sit, talk and string the
beans as they often did. I heard him tell
her that he had to fire a man at the mines
that day for coming to work drunk. ““It
was the second time,”” he said, “‘and I had
to do it.”” He went on to tell her that the
man threatened to kill him as he left, and
how he had watched for an ambush on his
way home.
My daddy was a little man, slightly
over five feet tall, but he was as tough as
a pine knot. He had gone to work in the
gold mines at Dahlonega at the ripe old
age of 12. His brother, who raised him
after their mother’s death, tried to keep
him working in the office of The
Dahlonega Nuggett, the weekly
newspaper, but dad had eyes only for the
gold fields.
As we sat there on the porch that
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Tired Tags
We've got about a week or so before
those new, green auto tags are supposed
to be on our cars, trucks and whatever
else we drive. I'm already tired of looking
at the tags.
We've really got some creative people
in the State’s tag department. We were
stuck with those blue and white tags for
five years, we were stuck with the red and
white tags for seven years and now we're
gonna be stuck with the green and white
ones for seven more years. That’s all the
people at the tag department could think
of: blue on white, red on white and green
on white? I kinda look at it like getting
stuck with a wife you didn’t want to
marry but had to — for seven years
anyway.
I've harped on this subject in a
previous column, so I won't dwell on it
too much longer. People obviously like
change. Georgia residents are reportedly
purchasing the new green tags sooner
than they purchased those goofy stickers
for the old red tags. They want to get the
old tags off and put the new ones on. It’s
that simple.
Tags are just one of the things ticking
me off these days. How about this weird
weather? s
Last December, when it was
theoretically supposed to be cold for
Christmas and all, it was in the 80s and
70s. January was sort of like a January
should be — a little milder than usual. In
February, it seemed like Spring began
by James Budd
evening, we heard loud voices and saw
men coming toward our house. It was the
fired man and his four boys. One of the
sons was carrying a rifle. Dad told mama
to hand him his pistol, and she went into
their bedroom and got the gun from
underneath his pillow and brought it back
to him. He dropped the gun into his back
pocket. The men opened the gate and
came into the yard, and at the same time
dad walked to the end of the porch and
said in a calm but firm voice, ‘‘That’s far
enough!”’
The men stopped abruptly with the
boy putting the butt of the rifle on the
ground, leering at dad as he leaned on it.
Another of the boys had a pistol in his
belt and was prancing around like a
young buck.
“I’ve come to kill you, Jack,”’ the
father said. A few words were passed, and
then there was silence as the two men
looked at one another. Cold chills ran up
my spine. The tension was great. Dad
moved his hand toward his back pocket
and said, ‘‘Clate, take your boys and go
home.”” Another brief pause . . . and then
the father turned and went out the gate,
saying, ‘‘Come on boys.”” They followed
him, and I heard mama breathe a long
sigh.
There was a shotgun kept in the closet
of dad and mama’s room. We weren’t
allowed in this room, but mama kept the
shells hidden just in case. We went into
the house and my 13-year-old brother had
the shotgun resting on the window sill,
leveled at the departing men. He took the
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and the warmth continued into the first
week of March.
So what happens? During March,
when it’s suppose to be nice and warm, we
get December weather. It was 25 degrees
on my porch the other day. I don’t think
it's been above 60 all week.
I took the plastic off my windows dur
ing the 70-degree weather in late
February and a few days later a 20-degree
wind was whipping through the cracks.
Maybe we should move Christmas from
December to March. That would foul
things up, though. Sometimes Easter oc
curs in March. Nobody really know when
Jesus was born, so I suppose we could
move Christmas to whatever month we
want.
I think this weird weather is caused by
the eruption last spring of a Mexican
volcano. The theory is the volcano spewed
tons of dust into the air, which got caught
up in the highest layers of the atmosphere
and circled the globe. The layer blocked
the ultraviolet rays from the sun, causing
it to cool the ocean and land, generally
wrecking the normal weather patterns.
That’s why you could have December
weather in March.
DATEBOOK
March 20, spring officially began at
11:39 p.m. (the midwest had a foot of
snow); March 24, 1874 (99 years ago),
magician Harry Houdini was born; March
26, 1930 (53 years ago), Supreme Court
Justice Sandra Day O’Connor was born.
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Facing South
A Syndicated Column
Voices Of Tradition
In A Changing Region
PATRICK O’'NEILL: “THE CALL TO
CHRISTIAN ACTION”
GREENVILLE, N. C. — A student at East Carolina
University, Patrick O’Neill does not confine his interests
to his studies in child development. A literal interpreta
tion of the Biblical commandment, ‘“Thou shalt not kill,”
has brought the undergraduate stu
dent into more than one confrontation
with the United States government. e
During the summer of 1982, O’Neill \
was sent to prison for acting on his &=
beliefs. LAY,
On March 28, 1982, O’'Neill and
three other North Carolina college | )
students were arrested for ‘‘impeding
traffic’’ at the Fort Bragg military
base near Fayetteville, where soldiers
from El Salvador were being trained to fight insurgents
in their country. The four students believed — like many
other human rights activists around the world — that the
Salvadoran government and its army have committed
many atrocities against the civilian population to main
tain control over the country, and that U. S. training of
their troops involved this nation as an accomplice in
those acts. O’Neill explained his feelings this way: “U. S.
arms shipments and troop training are the same thing to
me as the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. The ultimate
result is that people die.”
Although the United States magistrate who convicted
him and sentenced him to three months in prison thought
otherwise, O'Neill believes he committed no crime. In
stead he describes his action as ‘‘divine obedience.”” He
goes on to explain, ‘‘As a person of faith and a believer in
the Prince of Peace, I can't sit silently by as my country
supports the killings of innocent Salvadorans. The call to
Christian action takes priority over any human laws.”
Patrick O’Neill grew up in a working class
neighborhood in the Bronx section of New York City. His
father died when he was three years old, leaving the task
of bringing up two sons to Mrs. O’Neill. Patrick says that
though he was streetwise and tough, his mother gave him
a firm moral education: she taught him from an early age
about the evils of war and encouraged him to show com
passion and give comfort to the less fortunate.
During his three-month prison term, O’Neill con
tinued to speak out against what he saw as infractions
against human rights — in this case, jail conditions.
While in the Sampson County, North Carolina, jail, he
and other inmates compiled a grievance list of 18
demands, including the elimination of overcrowding in
the cells, a fan to combat the sweltering 105-degree heat,
pest control to kill the roaches living in the inmates’ mat
tresses, general cleaning of the filthy cells and provision
of toiletry articles such as soap and toilet paper.
The protest brought results: a fan was brought in, six
men were moved to a clean adjacent cell and soap, towels
and toothbrushes were provided. But O’Neill — seen as a
disruptive influence — was moved to a federal prison in
Virginia the next day.
In fact, O'Neill’s incarceration became a prison
odyssey covering five states and six prisons. When he
reached the sixth prison — at Eglin Air Force Base near
Pensacola, Florida — O’Neill’s conscience compelled him
to refuse to do required work around the camp. “I felt it
was unconscionable to cooperate with a prison system
that confines and oppresses men and women in such a
way as to deprive them of their dignity and humanity,”
he explains. He refused to give in even after being pulled
in solitary confinement for his refusal to cooperate.
O’Neill was released from prison in August, 1982, but
he then faced charges of “‘defacing government property”’
resulting from another protest against this country’s
military policies. On Good Friday (just before being
sentenced for the Fort Bragg protest) he and several
others, including Catholic priests and nuns, spattered
their own blood on the Pentagon walls to symbolize their
opposition to dependence on nuclear weapons. “‘On the
anniversary of the day Jesus shed his blood, I shed a little
of mine to help reawaken his message, the message of
life,” he says. The charges against O’Neill were recently
dropped.
Not everyone in Greenville sympathizes with
O’Neill’s involvement in this ancient tradition of Chris
tian pacifism and civil disobedience. He has been called a
“‘communist sympathizer” and a ‘‘radical”’ among other
things. But much of his work involves him in more
positively perceived community-based activities. He
serves as the coordinator of the Greenville ECU Hunger
Coalition and sits on the board of the Greenville Peace
Committee. He writes for the student newspaper and is a
member of Pax Christi (a Catholic peace group), the
NAACP and the North Carolina Civil Liberties Union.
— ALEX CHARNS
freelance
Chapel Hill, N. C.