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ROANOKE RAPIDS, NORTH CAROLINA
THE LARGEST NEWSPAPER IN HALIFAX COUNTY Member North Carolina Press Association CARROLL WILSON, Owner and Editor Entered as Second Class matter April 3rd, 1914, at the post offu. at Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, under Act of March 3rd, 1879. OFFICE EQUIPMENT & SUPPLIES ADVERTISING - PRINTING - EMBOSSING EDBB0WAL THE LOST COLONY • • One conies away from a performance of “The Lost Colony” at Fort Raleigh near Manteo with mixed feelings. Immediate reactions are unpleasant ones due in no degree to the pageant itself but to the physi cal aspect of getting in and away from the island or finding a place to stay for the night. Food seems scarce because there are so many visitors demand ing same at the same time. We sat in a restaurant, The Wigwam, hastily improvised for the pageant crowds and due to fold its “tent” and silently steal away after Labor Day, until we could wait no longer and then snatched a hasty sandwich at a drug store counter. The seats in the amphitheatre were wet and hard, grew no softer as time went on. Wise per sons brought their own pillows. Some may have had fortunate parking places. We were jammed in between two cars and a corner of the fort, sat there for what seemed like hours for one car way up front, blocking the whole row, to move out and break the blockade. And a long list of complaints, all of which, we admit were purely physical and just as temporary.... As one gets away from that side of it and looks back over the two hours of sublime music and flawless acting, the authentic settings, the ro mantic story unfolded, and the perfect lighting ef fects, those physical discomforts fade away for gotten, One of the things that struck us was the ab solute attentiveness of the crowd. There were a bout 3,000 men, women and children there that night. Except for one infant’s plaintive wail two rows back, that entire audience sat with eyes glued on the stages, seemed straining to catch the few spoken words, missed not one bit of the panto mime. Sitting there under the stars, knowing that on or near that very spot just such homely events transpired 350 years ago, the thing grips one un til he too is reliving each incident. We believe the secret of the success of “The Lost Colony” is the simplicity of it all. The scenes unfold in chronological order and there is no con fusing plot or counterplot. It is as if one were back in school reading the story of that colony, first English with the first white child of English par entage, the hopes and aspirations of those settling in a new land, their troubles, trials and tribula tions, their moments of exaltation and happiness, their moments of black despair when they realize they will never hear or see their loved ones back home again, their last journey as the survivors CARO-GRAPHIC S — by JomJR DO YOU KNOW YOUR STATE? w_> ii i * I M"1 ii ir/ . nni/i, yvm mv r ^ yy/ __ WE OLPEfT THErtTtR STIU IN W£ IN THE UF* A\V PK/(/ff1N |0H WE WWW HHiAEfTEP THE WtITICAL PART l< THniEW'THEATER m NEW BERN WROW MCE FMWEHOUtfSPEAKERWP myou know™ WML DRUMMOND, RC* FIRST GOVERNOR,WAS APPOINTED BVTHE GOVERNOR OF VIR GINIA? HE WAS LATFR HANG ED BY THAT SAME MAN DID YOU KNOWturt IN 1768 THE SHERIFF OF GUILFORD CO \VA5 ORDERED TO CARRY A TOUGH WOODEN •WAND" 8 FEET 10NG AT THE COURT JOEL REID CABARRUS CO, FOUHP THE RT qOLP nU6qtT lhltC.1799 HE SOLP IT, AFTER TRYIN6 FOR YEARS, FOR $3.7F m FAYETTEVILLE . IT WEIGHED 5J4 POUHW • •THE EOITORS OP CA&O'GaAPHICS (HVlTE YOU TO SENO IN INTERESTING FACTS A POUT YOUR, COMnUNITV • | fade into the woods seeking a new home. That last scene remains with one. No one knows what happened to them. But after watch ing them for two hours there, and then seeing them leave the village and walk up the hill leading away from the main stage, and entering the woods at the top of the hill after a last glance at their home, one feels as if that is just what happened so many years ago. You know it did. For you see them go with your own eyes. But, in retrospect, as one draws farther from the scene, the most impressive and lasting impres sion we have of those forefathers of ours is the simple faith of the people of those days. A faith in their God, so childlike in its simplicity and yet so firmly rooted, that unknown seas and unchart ed forests, fierce animals and treacherous natives, cold ,heat, hunger, starvation, loss of loved ones and death itself ... that simple faith conquered all these. One has the feeling they were not lost at all when they set out on that last journey, never to be seen by human eye again. With such simple faith, none could ever call them lost. The feeling we got was that they had found something which we of today have lost. “The Lost Colony” brings us the real meaning of the “Faith of Our Fathers.” . ■ , •; . . | THIS MONTH OF AUGUST • • Is is the month of August or is it that the world is getting worse all of a sudden? For the past few weeks, the daily newspapers have been filled with crime news, most of them crimes of the most sordid kind. One morning pa per Tuesday had at least a half dozen of these sto ries, most of them following the same line: sex crimes. Even the most hardened of us get fed up on too much of any one thing and then we start to do a little wondering, and possibly a little thinking. We have heard somewhere that August is a bad month for crimes of this sort; why, we don’t .know. It sounds a little far-fetched -to pin any thing like that on a season of the year and we thought at the time it might have just been an ali bi of some law enforcement official who was not doing his job. But come to think of it, August does seem to have more than its share of this kind of thing. Heretofore, August has just been one of those bad business months that iome between seasons and could better be left out; of the calendar alto gether. If it be true that die to the weather, crim inal instincts get the bett* of people, there is an other good reason to do away with August. Several things have happened i n Roanoke Rapids in the past few days that the same peo ple would probably not do in cooler and calmer moments. The more we think about it, the more we believe there is some thing in the theory that on the tag end of a long, hot Summer, m e n’s nerves are frayed and they may say or do things which later they regret very much. If that is not a suffi cient reason, it is at least a charitable one. COME SEPTEMBER Q This particular September is' one which marks another mile stone in the life of the writer, a mile stone in this instance being one of those events from which we have a habit of dating others less important . . . “Let’s see, that was two years after the baby was born ... or that happened six weeks after Junior cut his first tooth . . ” This particular September hap pens to be one of those kind. Those of you who have lived thru it will smile, of course, while those who have not, probably, will not under stand. School starts in September. Of course, it usually does and prob ably always will, unless somebody gets the idea that eight or nine months is too long and agitates for school to start in October or No vember. But on this particular September, we live a new experi ence. We start a child in school. Now, we know that is done ev ery year by thousands of parents, but up until now it has always been somebody else, not us. And now we say to all those who have and who will start a child for the first time that it is an experi ence one does not forget. School, something which was in the abstract, something which you supported because it was the rignt thing to do, suddenly becomes a vi tal, daily problem with you. Al most overnight that little baby has grown up. It is no longer all yours; i it must be shared with others[. Perhaps your reaction was dif ferent or will be. But for us, it makes us feel old, ages old, and not a little sad. Cadet William Graham Dean, after spending his furlough here with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. S. Dean, is returning to West Point His address is Co. B, U. S. \t A., West Point, N. Y. Mrs. Douglas Davis of Rocky Mount is the guest of Mrs. J. P. Co .'>on this week.