tolerance for delay. For the first fewnmonths, I would want to help waitressesntake my food to the table. I mean,nI’d try to make people’s lips move anlittle faster.”nI know what he’s talking about. Inwell remember when I was a graduatenstudent, in the 1960’s, waiting forntake-out coffee at the 116th Street andnBroadway Chock Full O’ Nuts. Thenblack waitress, obviously just off the busnfrom South Carolina, was probablynmoving about as fast as she’d evernmoved in her life, but it wasn’t fastnenough for the growing line of customers,nwho began twitching and mutteringnwith impatience. Finally, onenwoman stormed out of the place, announcingnto the wodd at large, “Inmarched on Washington for ThesenPeople, but I’ll never do that again.”nWhen I got to the head of the line, Inshook my head and said, “Some folksnare sure in a hurry.”nThe girl smiled gratefully. “Surenftnare.nJust two Southern kids in the bigncity. (By the way, you may have encounterednthat story before — my sisternswiped it and used it in a novel—but itnhappened to me, and it’s true.)nAnyway, getting back to the Yankeenpsychologist at Duke: this man nownthinks Southerners may have the rightnidea about taking it easy. So does onenof our students, from Pennsylvania.n”It’s not that rush-rush style like upnNorth,” she told the Daily Tar Heel.n”Even my walk looks different whenncompared with Southern students.nThey just take their time to class andnget there when they get there. Meanwhile,nI’m running the four-minutenmile.” She envies her Southernnfriends. “It’s the way life should benlived, to enjoy each moment.”nA New Jersey woman, now in NorthnCarolina, says much the same: “I cannappreciate the slowness. It’s no wondernmore people drop dead from heartnattacks up North.” And a woman fromnOhio, now a Georgia housewife: “Younjust don’t see pushing and shovingnhere. I hope we don’t lose that comfortable,nfriendly pace.” Obviously,nsome migrants like what they see as thenSouthern way. That may even be whynthey came here.nBut others find “that comfortablenpace” harder to take. Another student,nfrom Illinois, complained: “I’m a verynactive person and when I came downnhere almost all the people I came inncontact with gave me the impression ofnbeing very lazy. They weren’t enthusiasticnabout much of anything and it wasnvery hard to get them excited.”nAnd the Wall Street Journal quotednone Yankee businessman on doingnbusiness in the South: “You go outnto visit these CEOs who talk verynslow, very deliberate. ‘Well, sir-r-r,nwe’re ve-ry interested in long-termnvaluuuuue.’ I want to say, ‘Come on,nguy, spit it out. Talk. I want to getnhome by next year.'”nSometimes the speed of Southerners’nspeech leads northerners to tooquicknconclusions about the speed ofnour mental processes. Barbarians atnthe Gate, the best-seller about thenleveraged buyout of RJR Nabisco, tellsnabout the culture clash between a newnYankee management team and the oldntobacco town of Winston-Salem:nThe newcomers, Northernersnalmost to a man, stood outnpainfully at Reynolds. “It’s notnthe end of the earth,” theynjoked of Winston-Salem, “butnyou can see it from here.” Theynmistook gentility for weakness,nslowness of pace for lack ofnacumen, and Southern accentsnfor dim-wittedness. “Theynwould treat brilliant people asnbackwater rubes,” recalled [one]nad executive.nYou can always find a few migrants whonare willing to share their conclusions.nOne man, more outspoken than most,nwrote The State, of Columbia, SouthnCarolina, “If it were not for us d—nnYankees, South Carolina would ben54th in the nation.” And a visitingnNew York student won no friends innNorth Carolina when he volunteerednto the Tar Heel, “You know the troublenwith Southerners? They’re stupid.”nEnough war stories, though. Thenpoint is that the famous Southernn”pace,” admired and envied by somenmigrants, evokes annoyance or scorn innothers. That’s true of nearly all stereotypicalnregional differences: it’s true ofnSouthern conservatism, for instance,nand even of Southern friendliness andnpoliteness.nHow can you dislike someone fornbeing friendly and polite? You mightnwell ask. I’ll write about that nextnmonth.nnnJohn Shelton Reed teaches at thenUniversity of North Carolina, innChapel Hill, and he doesn’t mean toncriticize. Parts of this letter arenadapted from a Draughon Lecturengiven at Auburn University.nLetter FromnCincinnatinby Janet Scott BarlownMarge in ChargenAccording to the eariy women’s rightsnleader Elizabeth Cady Stanton, “Socialnscience affirms that a woman’s place innsociety marks the level of civilization.”nIf that’s so, the level of civilization “herenin Cincinnati is high indeed, since onenof the city’s most beloved and importantninstitutions, the Cincinnati Reds, isnowned and operated by Marge Schott,nan unmistakable female. That’s not tonsay, however, that our local social scientists,ni.e., Reds fans and sportswriters,nfind Marge’s place in our society altogethern”afiBrming,” even after lastnyear’s wire-to-wire first-place dreamnseason and sweep (sweep!) of thenWorld Series.nTo put it gently, Marge has herndetractors. It has been reported thatnshe’s hard to work for, is tight with anbuck, and knows too little for her ownngood about the game of baseball. Hernpersonality has been described as bothncalculatedly eccentric and genuinelyneccentric, but either way, it bugs somenfolks no end. A wealthy woman whonlives on a palatial estate. Marge considersnherself dressed up when she addsnlipstick and a blazer (red, of course) tonher usual outfit of slacks, polo shirt,nand penny loafers. She sits in her box atnReds home games, smoking one cigarettenafter another, and the localsngrumble that all that puffing is a badnexample to the city’s youth.nAnd then there’s the stuff she says.nShe chagrined Cincinnatians somethingnterrible when, before the start ofnlast year’s Worid Series, she publiclyndedicated the event to our forces in then”Far East.” The next day, trying toncorrect herself, she mentioned ournDECEMBER 1991/39n