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3 dDpii section THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION Friday, july 1988 )Celestine Sibley tHnrw i I i.V. 'LHbiir--uL ti ill- IlilP laBE! Bail 'pi'S? Bmmmmi'miKl 1 rr- "fr Trypan jvni iiiiiiijiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiir v-Vf i 1U. f(V 'J Hi HII l-ii If; i If: Old Country Table Rated a Rubdown My friend Rita Bogan brought me the old pine table about 30 years ago. She said it was a good country piece, a primitive, of the kind I just naturally loved, and if I refinished it, nobody could ask for anything finer in my city dining room. My mother did.

"Why that's an old hog-killing table," she said. "Not fit for any place but the smokehouse. What are you doinfwith it here in your house?" Well, of course, I did different things with it, including hauling it to a furniture repair man who reversed the pitted and scarred pine boards that formed the top and put them together so the cracks weren't big enough to catch a falling chitlin. That was the time of my walnut period, when I rubbed that dark stain into everything I could get my hands on. How did I know that scrubbed country pine would come into vogue? The magazines are now full of old hog-killing tables with the scars and scrapes plainly showing and the finish more lye soap than Minwax.

Off and on through the years, it has occurred to me that my walnut stain on that table was a mistake, and the other weekend, on pure impulse, I decided to do something about it. Hauling the table to the back yard wasn't exactly child's play, when you consider all the impediments in its path, but we aged, and then I went to work with paint remover and old rags. Those Lovable Flaws As I sloshed orf the evil-smell- I I i I If f'. ANN STATESSpecial Boisfeuillet Jones retires today after heading the Woodruff philanthropic foundations for 24 years. got a- 0 a By Jim Auchmutey StaffWriter Shortly after Robert W.

Woodruff hired Boisfeuillet Jones to manage his Boisfeuillet Jones Ends Philanthropic" Career Boisfeuillet Jones has been anything but that in his 24 years as head of the Woodruff foundations. As he prepares to step down today to become president emeritus, Jones can look back on the distribution of almost $500 million in grants that supported practically every cultural and educational institution in Atlanta. If Coca-Cola has been the city's own money tree, Jones has been the man who knew how to shake the branches. JONES Continued on 4B philanthropic ioun-dation, the Coca-Cola tycoon started inviting him to the company for lunch with a few of the boys. Jones quickly noticed that the Coke execr utives were nervous around their boss, so nervous that they always seated the newcomer next to the cigar-puffing legend at the head of the table.

When Jones innocently asked whether someone else didn't want the honor, one of the corporate climbers took him aside and put it bluntly. "Boisfeuillet," the man said, "you don't understand. You're expendable." Morgus Attempts The Magnificent For Channel 69 good look at the grain oi the old table and started remembering all the things it has seen me through. Dobs of candle wax helped. There were red ones from all the Christmases we have sat around that table and white ones for weddings and other parties.

Paint remover doesn't touch old candle wax. I had to get a scraper for that, and, as I scraped, I thought back to Susan's wedding when we swathed the sorry-looking old table in white and set out a little supper for relatives who rallied 'round to see us through the first such occasion in our family. Before that, when Mary came home from boarding school, bringing a little friend who had no family with whom she could spend the Christmas holidays, we borrowed a lace and embroidery cloth from our friend Margaret and had a pretty little-girl tea with not even the tapered legs of the old table showing. There must be candle wax drippings from Muv's 75th birthday party and from the Thanksgiving dinner when we assembled everybody to meet Mary's new husband-to-be. Fancy for Sundays We used to assemble around it for Sunday dinner when I went through that phase, contending that the most sumptuous meal you could put together deserved to be set out at midday after church.

(Who does that these days with a pizza deliverer and a deli just down the road?) The more I scrubbed on the old table, the closer I felt to it. I could tell why I had been so free-handed with the walnut stain. There were dark rings where somebody had set down a hot pot and a black stain where vases holding flowers had leaked. In spite of the nose-biting chemical smell of the paint remover, I thought I could smell some of the food that had occupied that table. My mother's Lane cake, liberally laced with bourbon, had occupied the place of honor on the board more than once.

It took up most of my Saturday, that old table did, what with the scraping and scrubbing. At dusk, it seemed to me that it would do nicely, and we hauled it back into the house, knocking over a chair or two as we swung the long legs through doorways. I rubbed a little wax on it and decided that it is now an honest country primitive, no pretense at being Chippendale walnut. It wears its battle scars proudly, and why shouldn't it after 30 years of serving us well? iL 11 Stuntman Is Leaping For Fortune, Fame With Daring Exploits By Gerry Yandel StaffWriter COMMERCE, Ga. Brian Carson has some screws loose.

Although some people might argue otherwise, he says they aren't in his head, they're in his arm. He accidentally loosened the screws that hold the bones in his left forearm together two weeks ago while performing a car stunt similar to a jump he'll attempt Sunday night at Atlanta Dragway in Commerce. The car, an old Ford LTD made up to look like a police cruiser, will be loaded with explosives 15 gallons of gasoline in the back seat, flash powder to ignite the gas, a dry explosive called naphthalene and two gallons of highly combustible rubber cement. Wearing a flame-retardant suit, Carson will race the one-ton bomb up a 6-foot-high ramp, ignite it and fly about 150 feet in the air, landing on a bunch of exploding junked cars. People in the grandstands 200 feet away will feel the heat from the fireball created by the cars' collision.

"If all goes well, it might take a couple of days in the whirlpool to get over it," Carson said Thursday, sipping coffee in the Commerce Holiday Inn. "If not, it'll take a couple of months to heal." For the 30-year-old Hollywood stuntman, though, tricks like this are "just a job," he said. "I don't ride horses. I don't fall off of buildings. My specialty is crashing cars." He's crashed an ambulance at 70 m'ph in downtown Los Angeles and plans to "completely trash" six cars and two motorcycles in about eight seconds when he competes for $750,000 at the stunt Olympics in October in Nice, France.

Hey, it's not just a job, it's an adventure. Luckily for Carson, the Screen Actors Guild pays all of his insurance costs he's had about 50 broken STUNT Continued on 4B M.lT!XZ.i.A.ml Television listings, Page 12P By Michele Greppi Television Editor Morgus the Magnificent's hair looks as if it has been styled by a couple of vigorously nesting birds. The eyes well, the dark circles would wring tears of joy from a struggling allergist; and if the bags underneath were not, by design, carry-ons, they'd probably have to be stowed with the luggage every time he flies. The nose was troweled by a wouldn't-be Picasso. The teeth are few and far between.

He looks, oddly enough, enough like talk-show host Morton Downey Jr. to warrant inclusion in Spy magazine's "Separated at Birth" column. He looks oddly enough, period. Morgus Dr. Morgus, if you're not a close friend, and he has few is a scientific hypothetic-ist of the Higher Order.

He also is a television personality who first took to the air in 1959 in New Orleans. Starting this weekend, he'll be introducing and breaking up the 9 p.m. Saturday night martial arts movies on WVEU-Channel 69. An Elvira without the bewitching body. An Elvira in droop, if you will.

A mad, mad, mad, mad scientist, he is emcee squared. Morgus is a low-tech, high-camp addition to the lineup of a station that operates at the outer limits of the broad- TELEVISION Continued on 4B Mmmm wmi ANDY SHARPStaff Daredevil driver Brian Carson plans to crash into these gasoline-filled cars after jumping off the ramp (rear) with his dynamite-laden Ford LTD. 212.