Two Was The Limit

The newsroom in Charlotte, where I started my newspaper career in 1960, had a couple of white women news reporters and copy editors but no women line editors outside of the “Woman’s Page,” the section devoted to food, clothes, and lightweight features.

There were no back editors or reporters anywhere on the news staff and I don’t recall any other other minorities employed in the newsroom. It was a white man’s world.

When a black person was named in a news story he or she was identified as “a Negro.”

There were unwritten rules, too.

Willie Mays made the National League All Star team 20 times.
Willie Mays was selected to the National League All Star team 20 times.

Willie Mays, “The Say Hey Kid,” was in the last half of a fabulous baseball career when I graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and went to work full time for The Charlotte News in June 1966. He had led both major leagues in home runs in 1964 [47 ] and 1965 [52] and won the National League’s MVP trophy in ’65.

But a Charlotte News sports writer told me the sports department had been told not publish Mays’ picture more than twice a week no matter how many home runs he hit.

Mays, as anyone who follows baseball knows, was black.

NOTE1: I checked. Mays’ photo was published in The Charlotte News 17 times during the 24-week 1965 season, from opening day on April 12 to the last day of the season on Oct. 3.  But never more than twice in one week.

NOTE2: When I retired in 2008 a black man was publisher of my newspaper, The News & Observer.

Coming Friday: Just In Time

Patient No. 1

When a surgeon cut out part of my colon –my doctor thought I might have cancer — he closed the incision with staples.

After the operation I walked the halls of Rex Hospital in Raleigh several times a day, trying to get well as fast as I could. All that walking paid off. Four days later the surgeon said I could go home, right after a nurse took out the staples.

This is what a stapled incision looks like.
This is what a stapled incision looks like.

That afternoon one of the older nurses who had been caring for me brought a young nurse to my room and asked if it was OK if she removed the staples, under the more experienced nurse’s supervision, of course.

“Have you ever done this procedure before?” I asked the pretty young nurse.

“Not on a live person,” she replied.

Postscript:  In spite of her inexperience, I said OK. But let me say right now that her good looks had nothing to do with my decision to become her first live patient. I was just trying to be helpful.

NOTE: There’s really not much to taking out staples as you will see in this YouTube video.

Coming Monday:  Two Was The Limit