Well, I don't know. I hate to say what Dr. Odum felt about it. I would
think, knowing him as well as I did, that he would say that Frank's
flat-out speeches irritated them so that it didn't do much good, you
know. One thing: there was a strike up there in the hosiery mills in
High Point, and Frank had been making speeches around that labor should
be allowed to unionize if they wanted to. Well, that was a bad sentence;
that was bad language right there, you see. Then when this strike
happened they climbed the fence (some of them climbed the fence) of the
mill (it was a hosiery mill in High Point)—gosh, when have I ever
thought of all this mess? Anyhow, they got in there and got in the mill
and began talking to the people, you see, about that they were
organizers. They hadn't been able to get too much response getting them
in their homes or in the streets or the drugstore or somewhere. And I
think that my recollection is that they had the police and got them out
and so on, and arrested the ones who climbed the fence. Frank was down
at. . . . He knew this organizer. He was a North Carolinian, he wasn't a
"foreigner"—if you could just say he was from up North or somewhere
else, you know, you would damn him right away. So Frank was down at the
beach, and all he knew about it was what he saw in the paper. He sent up
a telegram to this fellow that had been put in jail for climbing the
fence and taking two or three of them in with him, and he said, "I'm
sure you've done nothing wrong."
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few other remarks in the telegram, but I remember that one, because that
was the key one that made them all so mad. It isn't right to break in
somebody's property and climb their fences and invade your property, you
know (invade your mill). So Dave Clark (and, as far as that's concerned,
some of the other papers) didn't think that was a very wise thing. And
it wasn't a wise thing to put it that way. So he was still worse off.
About that time Dave Clark was writing the most vicious editorials about
him, when they were considering him to be president. So he thought he'd
get in his knocks right then; it was a good time. And he said some
pretty rough things about him. The Institute took the
Textile Bulletin for me. And Frank would come by every once in
a while, and I showed him
[laughter] his
name in the paper. He counted on seeing what they were talking about
him. The only time I ever saw him mad in my life he turned perfectly
pale right to the lips, he was so mad. If he'd been a good cussing man
I'd have had a good lesson right there. He was just as mad as he could
be, and he wrote a letter to him. It was dignified: it was against his
stand, and he didn't think his saying it was wrong or anything. And then
at the end he wound up, "With best wishes to you and Mrs. Mary" (or
whatever his wife's name was, you know). And so that was the end of
that.