We hasten (covered-wagon style of haste, that is) to come in with our thirty cents worth in congratulating the "Little Boss" on his winning Sigma Delta Chi's award for editorial writing in I960.
"Moderate in tone, factual in content, young Carter's editorials are in the finest tradition of American journalism," reads the judges' citation, which notes also that Hod's viewpoint is not always popular with many citizens of Mississippi.
Quite so, Judge, but those disagreeing citizens cannot say they do not have their in court, as far as the policy of this newspaper is concerned. Their gripes and grudges receive equal space, and for free, in both news stories and letters to the editor.
Incidentally, we are gratified that Hodding III's national recognition made P.1. (for page 1) in the Delta Democrat-Times, which has always bent over backwards to bury personal tributes to its publisher's family on the inside pages of the same. And, as we told Hod in congratulating him, we are now willing to forgive his walking out us Presbyterians and Rev. John Young that Sunday morning in the long ago when the future editor was in something like the third or fourth year of his age.
The consolidated garden club put on a mighty fine show last Friday at Fort Nicholson, where the judges really had their work cut out for them. Next to understudying Daniel in the Lions' Den and selecting the finest baby at the baby show, we rate the Flower Show as a hazardous and difficult situation for an arbiter to cope with. The Civil War motif gave the contestants a chance to blend history with floral artistry, and many of the exhibits taught lessons of the frustration and desolation which are the net results of so many wars.
We liked the "Meandering Mississippi" entries and were impressed also to find there were still as many as two coffee mills circulating in these parts. (Did we grind black pepper in the same mill as the coffee, when we were very young, or did that operation call for a different piece of equipment?)
We liked the teenage gals in hoops, greeting customers in the foyer, and serving also as floating hostesses.
It was a good show, as is usually the case when so much thought is combined with so much work, and while some exhibitors may have questioned the color of a ribbon here and there, everyone is bound to agree that Fort Nicholson is made to order tor the staging of a flower-show.
The woman’s editor has been running down myths these past few days. Who asks she, was the Goddess of Justice?
Don't know about justice, we countered, but Minerva was the Goddess of Wisdom, only the Greeks called her Pallas Athene, and the Westminster Shorter Catechism lists "Wisdom, Power, Goodness, Justice, Holiness and Truth" as attributes of God himself.
Dove turns to the dictionary and Brittanica in vain, then calls on Dr. Herman Solomon whose first guess is Minerva, but asks time for a little research of his own. After this he comes up with Themis who, indeed, seems to have modeled the original entry, with such now-famous props as a blindfold, scales, sword anf shield.
Louise was watering the front- border when we told her that Dr. Solomon was on the phone. She tossed the hose into the burning bush, in her haste to take call, and we found ourself going back to mythology too. For the hose did a convulsive loop or two about the bush, and we remembered the picture "Toils of Laodeceon" which showed that party grappling with a serpent. For many moons we pronounced him “Layer-Corn,” in fact had more than gotten our growth when someone told us it was "Lay-our-awan.”
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