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In the confusion following what
NDC television called "a bloody
coup" on the island of Cyprus,
Archbishop Markarios has
dir sppeared and is said to have been
killed by members of the Cypriot
National Guard who were led by
officers seeking a union with Greece.
Cyprus has been the focus of half
a century of conflict between Turks
and Greeks who live on the small
Mediterranean island, and
Markarios, who led a theocratic
based government, spent most of his
life trying to maintain peace in that
part of the world.
Most people that live in the
eastern part of America probably
wonder how important Markarios
and Cyprus are to the United States.
In 125 words or less I'll try to
explain.
The Soviet Union has tried for
years to push its way into the
After nearly a year of unrelenting
pressure, the heat has been off Richard
Nixon for the past several weeks. His
drastic trips to the Middle East and
Russia, taken in defiance of his doctor's
warning of possible death from phlebitis,
temporarily removed the limelight from the
undramatic plodding of the House Judiciary
Ccmrnittee.
The latest Gallup Polls show he is no
longer losing ground: three-quarters of the
nation think he is guilty and the other
quarter wouldn't change their minds if
Nixon committed rape on national TV.
These and other factors have caused some to
speculate that the Judiciary Committee
inquiry is losing steam, that perhaps Nixon
won't be impeached after all.
These speculations arc wrong. Whatever
Nixon's finale fate, the last several weeks will
soon prove to be merely a lull in the storm.
During the next few weeks there will be a
barrage of events which will bring the
iirpecchment, issue back into the national
limelight. This barrage has, in fact, already
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The House Judiciary Committee, almost
as if it realized its closed inquiry was fading
into obscurity, released volumes of
documents last week comparing Nixon's
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Welcome to the enchanted forest.
Have you ever driven along a highway that
Ln't really a highway, past a municipal
airport that isn't really an airport, through a
village that isn't really a village, to a
university that lies somewhat south of the
Great Dismal Swamp and north of Xanadu?
If you have, congratulations. You're here.
If you use your imagination, you might
think you really were somewhere south of
heaven, and if you stretch it a bit, you could
even take in a genuine castle on a hill rising
like a medieval stone half-way house
pointing the way to the Holy Grail.
If you want to take a break from pursuing
chimeras, you could even romp in a genuine
medieval forest, complete with its own
st-ccrLft, just down the hill from the castle
in the air before the pine beetles and
parking lots get them both.
Or you could take a walk along "main
street" with its movie-set facades and
cciturr.cd pedestrians just lingering before
the cameras begin to roil. Or along the
campus versions of the "yellow brick road"
Ir.ri with gingerbread, ivy, and manicured
lawns all like a part of every gauze-covered
cc'Itcs movi: you wish you had never seen.
Cut if your imagination begins to flag
tctsswhsre between the enchantment with
the castle cn the hill that dreams built and
the dis?r.chantment with the dreams real
' p ccpls destroy, then you may begin to realize
that happiness is a state of mind as well as a
Now Ch2.pt! Hill is a beautiful place'as
triutiful places go, , and the university
corpus is a beautiful campus as beautiful
c;.n:.pui:s go, but like too much ice cream
cni candy, too much of a beautiful thing can
errs th; : malfunction that occurs
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Mediterranean, and has partially
suceeded by gaining a foothold in
some Arabic Middle East countries.
At the same time Russia has tried to
influence Turkey so the Soviets can
gain access to the Dardanelles, and
again, has partially succeeded.
Meanwhile, America has exerted
great influence on Greece's facist
government, which just happens to
have a great hatred for Turkey, this
hatred being based on the ancient
wars of the classical Greeks and
Turks.
Now if you'll look on your nearest
world map, notice that Cyprus lies
directly south of Turkey, in effect
flanking the Turks for the Greeks,
cutting them, and the Russians, off
from the Middle East.
That's Middle East as in "oil."
And all Americans know how
valuable oil is.
Oh what a tangled web we
weave...
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tape transcripts with the real tapes. The
differences were striking. Additional
documents are expected to be released soon
and are likely to contain new disparities
between the tapes transcripts.
Nixon's most trying moments will come at
the end of this month when the Supreme
Court rules on whether he must release
additional tapes to Special Prosecutor Leon
Jaworski. If the court rules in Jaworski's
favor, as many are predicting, Nixon will
lose however he reacts.
Even republican Judiciary Committee
members are saying they will vote for
impeachment if Nixon defies the court's
ruling, and if he supplies the requested tapes,
their contents are likely to be equally
. 'damaging.
Finally, The House Judiciary Committee
is expected to make its recommendations
early next month and even Nixon is
predicting the verdict will be for
impeachment.
Nixon seemed to thoroughly enjoy the
millions of effusive Middle-easterners who
cheered him during his recent trip. Part of
the reason may have been that he realized
those were the last cheering crowds he is
likely to ever see.
J.G.B.
Valerie Jordan.. Managing Editor
Jim Grimsley... Asst. f.'.an. Editor
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Joel Drinkley News Editor
Jim Thomas Sports Editor
CD Gslnes Features Editor
VeSier Cotton ...Wire Editor
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knows you can eat.
In a word, the Chapel Hill setting can
nauseate as easily as it can please.
You find that out in time, just the way you
found out that Santa Claus and the good
fairy were the same archaic stumblebum who
got you this far so you wouldn't repeat the
same stupid mistakes he made, or maybe you
haven't found out anything at all.
In any case, you're here, and you're so
happy to be here that you wander back to
your room at night more polluted than
Franklin Street at high noon, all the time
cursing the good fairy who put you here but
checking underneath your pillow just in case.
Or you wander around Camelot and
wonder where the castle dumps its garbage.
Then you pick your way through the Union,
the Pit, the rest of the campus, and the dorms
and you realize where the dump is. And why
the university still breast feeds.
And you see a university so happy to see its
students here that it does all its planning
; behind closed doors and behind closed
minds so it won't bother its students with the
unpleasantness of having to make decision.
And then you realize why students
sometimes bite the breast that feeds.
Or sometimes you just observe like the
student who stuffs a bag with cookies during
a dorm party because he obviously hasn't
heard that no one goes hungry in heaven or
at the Carolina Inn. And why there isn't
enough breast to go around and where it is
when you really need it.
Or maybe you just wonder about how
some people define happiness. Like the
people at ECOS who continue to sweat
through their recycling projects facing the
greatest enemy of all us.
Or like the people in the health "services"
who began the Student Health Action
Committee to dispense free medical and
Feeding
So I walk into this hamburger joint,
right? I mean, I'm really hungry or 1
wouldn't even bother to come to a place like
this, right?
So I'm barely in the door and all of a
sudden I hear this voice screaming at me,
"Can I help you sir?!!" and there's this
cashier leaning over her cash register and
waving at me with her towel. "May I take
your order sir?"
I walk up to her kinda slow you know, so I
can give her the once-over, and take a look at
the menu. It's right above the counter, only
you can hardly see it in the glare from the
fluorescent lights and the stainless steel
counter. I stand in front of it for a few
minutes and squint at it, but 1 still can't read
it
"Can I help you sir?"
"Just a minute please." She's still flapping
that towel around like it's ' a flag or
something. "I'm trying to see what I want."
"May I suggest our Standardburger
Deluxe. It's an eighth of an ounce of pure
ground beef mixed with oatmeal and shaped
into a thick round patty, cooked to
perfection on a 365 degree grill for just the
right amount of time to let the juices soak
through, and placed onacarmelized sesame
seed bun, topped with lettuce, tomato,
mayonnaise, cheese and chocolate syrup."
"Just a minute ma'am."
"We're very proud of our Standardburger
sir, each burger is unconditionally
guaranteed to be exactly like every other
burger we serve."
"I'm trying to decide ma'am " 1 still can't
read the sign. There are a few people
trickling into the lobby now, and the cash
register girls appear out of nowhere and
wave their towels at them.
"May I suggest an order of our golden
brown french fries, each one fried separately
in a vat of pure Crisco oil mixed with animal
fat, guaranteed never to burn the roof of
your mouth because we let them cool for
exactly one-half hour before we serve them."
"Doesn't that make them a little cold?"
"One can't have everything sir."
I nodded slowly, and stared at the menu a
little longer.
"Can you turn the lights down a little, I
can't read the menu."
"Certainly sir, I'll ask the manager. We do
everything to satisfy our customers."
She walks off behind the big bin where all
the hamburgers are sitting, each one
wrapped in what looks like Christmas paper,
tied up with pink ribbons. I looked down the
counter at all the other girls, waiting on their
customers. The lobby was really filling up
now. Next to me this customer had one of the
girls by the throat, shaking her and
screaming at the top of his voice, "I want a
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So, while Jim was at work, someone left
the door open and Phoebe ran out of the
apartment and down the stairs, out into the
street. He returned to find the apartment
empty and no sign of Phoebe.
He called friends and others and rang door
bells until he was exhausted. ..no sign nor
word of Phoebe.
At work the next day Jim called the
Animal Protection Society, and was assured
that everyone would keep their eyes open for
the little grey-and-white Persian kitten of
two months. But they knew nothing about
her whereabouts... I suggested he call the
Pound, although the Pound has no facilities
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dental care to the peasants beneath the
castle on their own time and initiative
only to have their dreams demolished by the
same manor lords who feast at Camelot
while the peasants eat cookies.
And then you realize the enchantment
with things medieval.
And that even the enchanted forest had its
gnomes.
Gerry Cohen
Controversy over
Anyone who has been around long knows
that the urge to vomit comes easily from
watching North Carolina politics. The
controversy over the North Carolina Art
Museum is about the worst in a long time,
however.
Back a number of years ago, the General
Assembly decided to appropriate money for
a new art museum for the state, to be built in
Raleigh. Then governor Dan K. Moore
appointed an art museum building
commission, composed of cronies like then .
State. Sen. Tom White, and Louis R.
"Snow" Holding, president of First Citizens
bank.
Everyone sort of assumed that the
museum would be built downtown, where all
of the major state offices are being built. In
November of 1973, Raleigh voters okayed an
$18 million civic center on Fayetteville
Street, and the city is about to make
extensive renovations to Memorial
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hold the
small soda, not a large, do you hear, a small
soda, not a large." The girl just smiled and
said, "But what kind sir?"
I think about telling him to put her down,
but I figure she can take it I mean she's just
a cashier, she's hardly even human in that
ridiculous orange uniform with that hat
shaped like a daisy. And anyway, the girl
waiting on me is coming back, with the
manager. I can tell he's the manager, because
he's got this huge sign around his neck that
says "Hi, I'm the manager," and instead of
wearing a regular hat, he's wearing a crown.
He slouches up to me and says, .in this
weaslely voice, "What seems to be the
problem sir, has our window girl offended
you? If she's done something wrong we can
have her whipped."
"No, no, it's just that the lights are so
bright I can't read your menu."
"I could read it out loud to you sir, it
says ..."
"No, that's all right. Just tell me if you've
got any kind of fish sandwich. I don't want a
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for cats, really.
Finally, a friend said she had talked to a
neighbor who had seen a Policeman pick up
the cat. Saved, we thought; the man in blue
who is kind to lost children and animals, who
soothes children with ice cream cones and
kittens with bowls of milk, just like in the
Golden Books, we all read as children. "The
Policeman is your friend..."
Filled with a sense of gratitude and relief,
Jim cheerfully dialed the local police
station....
Don't ever lose a cat....
"Sorry, we don't keep track of STRAY
cats," he said.
"Call after 1 1 p.m. and they can give you
any information they may have. Sorry, we
don't keep a log on stray animals, you should
have had her confined or on a leash, sir. Call
the night shift if - you need some
information."
And we kept saying that we were
concerned and that we wanted to find out.
where she was or who had found her....
So here we are at 2:30 in the afternoon,
waiting for the Pound to open at 4:30 to go
and see if just possibly there is a little grey
and white Persian cat there, where there
really are no facilities for her to be they
keep only dogs there... .Where do they put
the kittens they find, I wonder. Will
something happen between now and 1 1 p.m.
when we can call the night shift at the Police
Station, who may or may not know anything
about the officer and Phoebe....
Auditorium.
The state is meanwhile building the last of
a gigantic mall of office buildings, the
combined impact of which will create a large
mass of people in what is now a decaying
downtown area.
The Museum Building Commission,
however, voted to put the museum in the
suburbs, at the Polk Youth Center Site, cn 1
40 at Blue Ridge Road.
Then a lot of folk began to be upset. The
many school children who come to see the
capital would have to take a separate bus
ride to see the museum.
The many state and city employes would
be able to have more cultural exposure
during lunch periods, etc., and the added
prestige would help downtown Raleigh and
provide another magnet for the civic center
complex.
In the '73 General Assembly, legislation to
mandate a downtown site got bottled up in
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hold the lettuce, hold the mustzrd, hold the ketchup,
burger, hold the bun, Just give ma the bag ..."
hamburger."
"Certainly sir, there's our world-famous
Marshburger, one three-ounce portion of
government inspected eel, fried up crisp and
served on an open-faced bun, after baking
exactly five minutes in a hollowed-out
cypress knee. The Marshburger is topped
with our own special sauce made of seaweed
steeped in swampwater and combined with a
tangy goatmilk cheese."
"Can you get it without the sauce."
"Yes sir, but it costs a dollar extra."
By now I had lost the edge of my appetite.
"Never mind, I'll just take a coke."
"Large small or medium sir."
"Small please."
"Any french fries sir?"
"No thank you."
His smile drooped a little bit. "Get it," he
ordered the cashien She curtsied and hurried
away.
Just then there was this piercing scream
from the back of the store. The manager's
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So, if you have a kitten, keep her confined
or on a leash, and if someone leaves the door'
open by mistake, be prepared to fight for any
information you may be able to get . . . and
don't believe every Golden Book you read . . .
VLJ
About this heat. Even with air
conditioning, it's inescapable. You may
acclimate yourself to the 70 degree comfort .
of some indoor refuge, but you've got to
come out sometime and when you do, that
thick, choking, 90 degree July pays you back
with interest for even thinking you could
avoid it.
The problem with the heat is pychological.
It's out there and you loathe it and you
postpone meeting it but it never goes away.
Even at 7 p.m. it's waiting to sap whatever
energy you may have harbored in your air
conditioned unreality. There's simply no
relief from he thickness about you that
suspends dust in the air for moments on end.
People don't seem to eat so much in this
weather. The stagnancy can only be offset by
liquid, and water is the only real relief from
thirst. Anything other than water either
carries a metallic aftertaste or tastes syrupy.
You just drink more. Beer tends to bloat the
body, conducive to greater lethargy..
Swimming pools are like baths, too warm
to be refreshing. Physical activity of any kind
is unthinkable. Tennis or volleyball could
result in heat stroke or fried neurons. Now
Art Museum site
committee, but in '74, it passed the Senate,
getting killed in House Committee.
While the state is under no obligation to
help the city of Raleigh, the idea of a
suburban site is absurd. It will encourage the
use of private transportation, and make it
inaccessible to the many black Raleigh
residents who could walk or take a bus
downtown. By being an official state
encouragement of the flight away from
downtown, it can only encourage urban rot.
So the downtown museum advocates took
their fight to the State Capitol Planning
Commission, composed of the nine council
of state members, two legislators, and
Mayor Clarence Lightner of Raleigh.
The Commission, composed of such
persons as Lt. Governor Jim Hunt, voted 9-3
for the suburban site. Only Lightner, and
legislators Wade Smith and McNeill Smtih
voted for downtown.
The hearings were highlighted by the
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eyes lit up. The man beside me let go of the
cashier whom he'd still been shaking.
"What was that?"
"Just one of our cashiers who forgot to
thank a customer and ask him to return to
our store."
"What do you do to them?" I shuddered.
"Never mind." The girl waiting on me
handed me my coke. "Here's the money,
keep the change." .
" "But we aren't allowed to accept tips, sir."
The manager snatched it away from her.
By the time L heard that I had started
away. I would have gotten out the door fine
too, except I tripped over this red-haired
midget who was running between everyone's
legs mopping the floor. I picked myself up,
and as I was walking away again, I could just
barely hear the manager's voice over the
shouts of the customers:
"You didn't thank that customer or ask
him to return."
That's when I started running.
you know how it feels to be wilted lettuce
incarnate.
Heat affects one's motivation to do things.
Traveling in a car is out of the question
without air-conditioning. A motorcycle is
ideal. A bicycle is insanity. It's over a
hundred out on the street. Where would you
go, anyway?
Sitting in a cool, dark place, a locker in the
basement of Woollen Gym, chanting for
snow and arctic air. Futile. Next effort
proves mildly satisfactory: 75 pounds of ice
distributed evenly in the bottom of a
oathtub. You can't swim in it, but-it's-refreshing
for over an hour.
The fact of the matter is, the worst is yet to
come. August will bring a desert-like pall to
Chapel Hill, a drier, searing sort of heat that
will distort the air in visible waves. The grass
will brown in patches, dogs and cats and
birds and flies will all become as torpid as we
are, and the town will look wistfully toward
an autumn of cooler breezes and a sense of
renewed activity.
The answer for August is escape, if you
have the will and the means. To some, this
may be the mountains; to others, it's the
prevailing winds of the coastal beaches. A
fortunate few may find their way north, to
New England or the Great Lakes region. I'm
one of the latter and I'm already making
plans. One early August evening, I'll make
off at around midnight and not stop until I
begin to feel a chill. The great escape.
JTM
authoritarian comments of "Snow"
Holding, who put on his last performance
denouncing land use planning as a threat to
private property.
Holding, helping present the case for the
cronies on the museum commission, said
that "one of the great problems the
commission has it that there is a large body
diametrically opposed to the (suburban)
site." Holding also publicly ripped into what
he called the "Daniels newspapers" (the
Raleigh N&O and the Raleigh Times) for
unfair coverage.
The capital planners had scheduled their
so-called public hearing in the middle of the
July 4 weekend, on four days notice.
Politicians say a lot about wanting to help
. the cities, about being concerned about mass
transportation, and wanting to abide by the
wishes of the people.
But when they voted for the suburban site
it was pretty obvious that actions speak
louder than words.
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