How Can I Help You?

When I was in the Navy and my ship went overseas, the Philippines, Japan, Hong Kong, I wrote a couple of letters to Brodie S. Griffith, editor of The Charlotte News, the newspaper where I worked the summer after I graduated from Garinger High School in 1960.

I wanted to keep that door open.

Brodie S. Griffith, Editor, The Charlotte News
Brodie S. Griffith, Editor, The Charlotte News

I came home on leave for the last time in the summer of 1962, just before I was released from active duty and started school at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.  I went by the paper to see Mr. Griffith and say hello, a courtesy call.

We talked a few minutes and, as I was about to leave, he asked if there was anything he could do for me.

Normally when someone says something like that I think they’re just being polite and I wave it off.  I say, “No, but thanks anyway.” But for some reason I didn’t do that; I did just the opposite.

“You could get me a job and a scholarship,” I said.

So he did.

Pee Ivey, director, UNC News Bureau
Pee Ivey, director, UNC News Bureau

While I sat there in his office he called the University News Bureau, talked to Pete Ivey, the director, and then told me to go around and see Mr. Ivey when I started school. I did, and Mr. Ivey hired me.

And then Mr. Griffith called the UNC School of Journalism. I don’t know who he talked to but I heard what he told them, words to this effect:

“You know we’ve sent a lot of money up there over the years. Uh-huh. Well, now I want some of it back. I have a fine young man sitting here in my office and he needs a scholarship.”

When I enrolled in the School of Journalism, a scholarship was waiting for me.

Coming Friday: “Get A Gun,” Part 1

Bob Quincy
Bob Quincy, director, UNC Sports Information

NOTE: I didn’t work very long for the UNC News Bureau before Bob Quincy, director of the UNC Office of Sports Information, hired me.  Bob had been sports editor of The Charlotte News when I worked there in the summer of 1960, just before I went on active duty in the Navy.

Bob was a pro, through and through — a good mentor. But he had a temper, and I’ve written about it, twice. See “Quincy The Terrible,” Part I and Part II, posted on Dec. 12-13, 2016.

The Question I Didn’t Ask

It’s a little scary how, in the blink of an eye, the direction of your life can shift radically, this way or that.

IMG_6824When I was 17-year-old senior I won a sports writing contest for high school students, a contest sponsored by The Charlotte Observer and The Charlotte News. The contest winners in the various categories were invited to a banquet and I sat with some sports writers who worked for The Observer.

Partly to make conversation and partly, I guess, to ingratiate myself, I asked them why The Observer’s sports section was so much better than the sport section in the afternoon paper, The

Brodie S. Griffith, Editor, The Charlotte News
Brodie S. Griffith, Editor, The Charlotte News

News.

They laughed, pointed to an old man at the head table, and said, “Why don’t you go ask him that question.”

Newspaper people –I know them well, and like them — they can be such rats.

That old man turned out to be Brodie S. Griffith, the editor of the afternoon paper.  [He was only 61 years old then, a young fella I’d say now, but he seemed so old when I was 17.]  I had no idea who Mr. Griffith was, but I accepted what I took to be a challenge, approached him, and introduced myself.

Before I could ask my question, thank goodness, he offered me a summer job for $1 a hour, working in his paper’s sports department.

I didn’t know anything about newspapering, of course.  I couldn’t even type. But that was double the money my Dad paid me for working in his sweat shop so I accepted on the spot.

That’s how I went to work for a newspaper.  Except for the time I spent in the Navy and in school at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, that’s all I did for the next 48 years.

Postscript:  A dollar an hour in 1960 won’t as bad as it sounds. That’s the equivalent to $8.35 in 2017, well above today’s federal minimum wage of $7.25 an hour.

Coming Friday: Man Overboard! Or Was He?