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, FRIDAY, APRIL 27, 1551
THE DAILY TAR HEEC
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The official student newspaper of the Unlveislty of North Carolina at
Chapel Hill, where It Is published by the Publications Board daily during the
regular sessions of the University at Colonial Press. Inc..4 except Sat., Sun
Monday, examinations and vacation periods and during the official summer
terms when published semi-weekly. ' Entered as second cljss matter, at the
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exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news and features herein.
Opinions expressed by columnists are not necessarily those of this newspaper.
Business Manager .
Executive TJews Editor .
, Sports Editor
BOY PARKEK, JR.
. DON MAYNARD
... ... ..ROLFE NEILL
.Bill Peacock. Associate Spts. Ed.
t Nancy Burgess, Society Editor
Chase Ambler, As. Sub. Manager
Andy Taylor, News Editor
Neil Cadieu. Ad. Mgr.
Oliver Watkins. Office Mgr.
Wade Bryant, Clrc. Mgr.
Tom McCall. Subs. Mgr.
News Staff: Walt Dear. Mac White, Billy Grimes, Pat Morse, Joan Charles. Anhe
Ciowen. Joan Palmer, Harvey Riteh.
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Sports staff: Bill Peacock, Biff Roberts, Art Greenbaum. Ken Barton, Leo
Northart. Ed Starnes, Bill Hughes. Jack Claiborne, Angelo Vepdicanno. ,
Society staff: Franny Sweat, Lu Overton, Lou Daniel, Tink Gobbel, Helen
Business staff: Marie Costello. Marie Withers. Hubert Breeze. Erure Mareer.
Bill Faulkner, Joyce Evans. Beverly Serr, Jim Schenck. Jane Mayre, Jane
Goodman, Betty Lou Jones. Stanley Sturm. Wally Horton.
Don't Elect DTH Editor
I Instead of writing a "farewell to thee" editorial to wind
up an editorship, we would like to discuss a subject dear to
-our own heart, and something we have thought ori for quite
That is the editor of The Daily Tar Heel should not be
I elected by the student body. '
1 We are basing this statement on several assumptions. First,
the editor should not be elected if The Daily Tar Heel is
t.o serve as a newspaper in the proper sense of the word, and
in the free tradition of the American press.
We say this because, in our society and under our laws,
newspapers are not state-owned or political in organization.
-They are, firstly, businesses, and they operate on business
principles in their financial, personnel, and procedural as
pects. We do not believe a newspaper can serve, the function for
which it is intended in a free society when the person re
sponsible for its operation and voice is dependent on an elec
tion. We do not elect editors of other newspapers, we do not
elect persons to the jobs they hold in the community.
Now, taking some of the specific problems of our pres
ent system here, one sees (especially one who has been in
publications for two or three years) an organization which
'must work on business principles being hamstrung for more
than half the year by political campaigns and the threat of
campaigns. Persons who must work in a business way with
each other are set at each other's political throats. Their work
suffers and the paper itself is often used unfairly by candi
dates and friends of candidates.
The staff and staffing of the paper suffers because of the
political manner in which the jobs must be handed out. Polit
ical pull and "hopping on the right bandwagon" in an editor
ship race can get the unqualified person the same job that
would not be his if quality of product and knowledge of jour
nalism were the requirements for office. We have seen several
inepts get positions they never merited and we have seen sev
eral whose ability was never made useful because their polit
ical fences were not as well off as some others.
All of these things, we believe, are direct outgrowths of
the way we choose editors. They are situations that do not
work for the best interests of the campus. They are situations
that would be alleviated by another form of editor-picking.
Student government and publications leaders should try
to find some common ground for discussion on the problem.
Student government people are naturally reluctant to see
such a rich piece of patronage and such a powerful voice as
The Daily Tar Heel slip from under political control.
Yet, many publications people, whose sole wish is to make
The Daily Tar Heel a proper newspaper and a good one, are
often discouraged by the setup as it is now. The paper has suf
fered because of this. We believe that we are voicing a funda
mental truth when we say that The Daily Tar Heel should
be recognized for what it is a business that cannot be run
politically and be successful. It is against every American
principle that state should control press. We believe that to
be the situation here. It should be relieved. Let's make that
a problem on the top of the discussion and action list for the
God Bless 'Em
We'd like to call the attention of our readers to the "mast
head" at the top of this column. It's that long list of names
in extremely small print which is the only compensation most
of the staff members ever receive for their long hours of
work on this newspaper.
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In addition. to those above, we'd like to add the names of
many who have left during the year, who have contributed
to this page as columnists, as a few who have been left out
by accident: Faye Massengill, Shasta Bryant, Mary Nell
Roddie, John Noble, Edd Davis, Mark Waters, Barrett Boul
ware, Al Perry, Leon Burnett, Harry Snook,. Barry Farber,
Jack Lackey, Bob Selig, William Peterson, John Moore, John
Sanders, Glenn Harden, Paul Roth, Jack Seism, Jimmy Ruth
erford, Elaine Gibson, Ledis Ripps, and probably others we
Our warmest thanks go to that staff; to our friends in
South Building, especially Bill Friday; to Orville Campbell,
Lawrence Campbell, J. B. Holland, Walter Wright, Dave
Woodruff and our many friends at Colonial Press; to pur
readers and all those persons who have provided us with news
during the past year.
But especially, thanks to the staff,. God bless 'em. CJI.
on the Carolina
by Chuck Hauser
Old newspapermen never die,
so the song goes, they just fade
away. So after my 52; years of
college service, I'll just ...
; I really shouldn't start this
column that .way. I got called
down yesterday for getting sen
timental. A very beautiful card
came in from Ely Perry, Frank
Stallings and David Collins,
carrying this message:
"Extending our sincere sym
pathy and hoping that you will
find courage to carry you
through these dark days."
Save your sympathy, fellows:
things are never as dark as they
look. The Daily Tar Heel will
carry on the University of North
Carolina will carry on, and the
state will continue to go forward
regardless of what might happen
to any individuals among us.
I may be given the opportun
ity of writing another "Carolina
Front" or two before the present
academic year ends, but this
will be the last column for the
time being, and it is definitely
the last column of mine to ap
pear in the "old" Tar Heel.
Next Tuesday morning, the
paper will be at your door as
usual, but it will carry the names
of a new staff and it might even
look a little different. Editor Roy
Parker and yours truly will get
the first real relaxation we have
had for many months as we be
gin terms of sunbathing swim
ming and golf-playing for the
rest of the spring.
Associate Editor Don May
nard, who was given no appoint
ment under the new regime,
will be with us at the beach and
Blackwood's Lake, while hard
working Rolfe Neill, who also
received no staff position, will
be starting in on a job at Col
onial Press to make enough
money to stay in school. Biff
Roberts, who had his heart set
on being sports editor, worked
hard for the job, and could have
done something about the poor
sports pages of the past year,
did not receive that post. May
be Biff will continue working;
I don't know whether he's been
As to the Publications Board,
I have some hope. The Board,
with a little different political
complexion next year, should
be able to do its job without
The old Board had its final
fling yesterday afternon, when
it held a so-called "hearing" to
bring charges against Parker,
myself, Neill, Maynard and oth
ers who weren't on the same side
of the fence politically as the
The charges concerned use of
Daily Tar Heel telephones for
personal calls and unauthorized
use of the Publications Board
As to use of the truck3 I have
accepted complete responsibility
for its use by any members of
the staff who have been working
under me. I sent a letter to the
Board yesterday telling the per
sons on it who instigated the
affair to, in effect, put up or
shut up. I challenged them to
take any charges straight to the
Men's Honor Council where they
could be handled in a judicial,
rather than political, manner. .
Although the Board did not
make it public yesterday, it ac
cepted my challenge. Far out on
a limbj now it must trump up
a case that at least sounds good
enough to take before the camp
us court. I hone the boys sweat
blood, because we've called their
But to get back to what I was
saying to friends Ely, Frank
and Dave, save your sympathy
for someone else, boys.
In the last few years I have
spent thousands of enjoyable
hours working on this news
paper; I have served two terms
on the Publications Board, one
of them as its chairman; I have
covered two howl games, one in
New Orleans and one in Dallas
(and , the Dallas trip and the
hospitality shown the press
there is something I shall never
forget); I have even sat m the
editor's chair here for a short
It's been a helluva lot of fun,
and to those that have com
plimented me and those that
have cussed me, I love you all,
because you are the readers,
and the newspaperman that
'doesn't love his readers is just
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Inside Hauser .ty Roife Neui Editor's Mailbox i
This, the story of one of the campus' most
hated and hard to understand personages, might
be called The Imperturbable Hauser. For this
slim, blond-headed dynamo of the .typewriter
calls the play just the way his rational mind
sees it. He thrives on rebuff. : j-r - - -
Kicking around the country with his tolerant
Army parents, he was permitted 'a wider scope
of activities than that accorded most children.
At an unusually early age, he began to formu
late and evaluate for himself. Under, this flexible
guidance, Chuck emerged self-reliant, opinion
ated, and outspoken. He makes a cult of calling
a spade a spade regardless of what it unearths.
Entering Carolina in the fall of 1946, he rap
idly became enamoured with The Daily Tar Heel.
It was and is as much a1 part of him as that easy
smile and good-natured swearing. With startling
rapidity, Hauser worked his way up through
The Daily Tar Heel. By his sophomore year he
was Managing editor virtual, dictator of what
the campus reads in its newspaper. Hauser Had
As Managing Editor, he began to antagonize
and alienate people that first year. By the second
year they had become his enemies. Those
against him will attest his perfection as a news
writer, but they deplore the twisted subterfuge
of his words. Chuck's column, On the Carolina
Front, is usually anything but complimentary.
He either accuses, probes, jeers, or crusades.
Rarely does he applaud. This volatile combina
tion of vitriolic disdain and jaunty self-assurance
literally sets his readers howling.
Different factions early charged him with
slanting the front page to further his own in
terests. Openly they accused him of yellow jour
nalism. Innately, Hauser is an exploiter, a news
Just what is Inside Hauser?
Even to his own ATO fraternity brothers, he's
something of an enigma. Gregarious by nature,
an impromptu suggestion will start him on a
round of revelry. This leads to some Scotch and
some piano! Quick witted, spontaneous, Chuck's
infectious laugh is apt to be loudest when the
joke's on him. He possesses the knack of making
strangers feel they have become his friends
In direct contradiction to his geniality, he
loves to start a heated wrangle, either trivial or
serious. Contemptuously he will argue that black
is white just for the sake of argument. He
fights all criticism with rationalization. "I'm
never wrong. Sometimes I'm not right, but I'm
never wrong." When his pride is hurt (an event
noteworthy for its rarity), it miist be appeased.
This weakness leads him to "carry personal
grudges and battles too far in print. Orally, he's
easily provoked on subjects close to him such as
finance, student government, and publications.
Yett he's cool and set apart before writing for
print. He. doesn't go off half-cocked. Deliberately
he flaunts his convictions.
" Ferreting out what he considers the foibles
of his fellow men delights the urbane Hauser.
Scoffing at his enemies, he sometimes dons the
mask of cynicism to portray his belief that all
people arb pawns of a universal game of human
Hauser will fight alone, tenaciously and grim
ly to uphold his standards. Foremost is his
unshakeable conviction that any elective position
should surely go to the person possessing the
, most varied experience and aptitude in that field.
Consequently, Hauser's defeat in last spring's
run-off election for Editorship of The Daily
Tar Heel came as a terrific jolt. When the cam
' pus repudiated him overwhelmingly by choos
nig Graham Jones, a fellow with dozens of
friends but pitifully meager newspaper experi
ence, it was like a hefty kick in the groin. The
jarring impact of the campus' decision felled
and - foiled the hitherto impregnable Hauser.
This, more than any other thing, has softened
him, although he probably won't admit it..
At this peak of personal rebuff, some other
person might have quit cold. Not Hauser. He
proved, rather gallantly, that he could take it as
well as dish it out. His love of newspapering
was still greater than wounded pride or per
sonality prejudice. He helped in every way pos
sible his victorious opponent get started.
In the past several years and especially the
last two years, Hauser has been stage director
for the publications puppet show. His wild but
fruitful political schemes have kept him near the
top of The Daily Tar Heel heap. However, his
unwillingness to bear down on school work has
twice eliminated him from editor potential. Last
spring he couldn't have accepted if elected. And
once before, in the spring of '49, he was triply
- endorsed only to get the academic boot.
Hauser has a professional forgiveness uncom
mon to men of the news trade. It's this quality
which makes it a pleasure to work under him.
Even the most glaring of errors by his news sub-oi-dinates
provokes nothing more than a wry grin
and a helpful hint. In his professional domain
itself, Hauser is supreme. He is unquestionably
one of the best ever to newspaper at Carolina.
What the future holds for the wily 22-year-old
Charles Newland Hauser cannot be proph
esied. Even though he's OCS-boiind after June,
his dad's a retired colonel (USA), and younger
brother Bill a West Point plebe, Chuck's sure
that the Army's not for him.
I wouldn't be surprised to see him writing
letters for Truman.
by Don Maynard
That eternal question crops up every year at
this time who is to be tapped -into the Order
of The Golden Fleece?
Annually, The Daily Tar Heel conducts an
informal poll among the folks on campus who
are supposed to know the inside story, and their
predictions are presented to the student body.
This year, I have compiled a list of 22 personal
ities, all of which presumably are . sure to be
tapped, or in the opinion of the pollees, should
These names were suggested to me by the
people whom I interviewed, and I tallied votes
for each candidate. . I shall submit;;? these sug
gested candidates to you, and then list the 10 I
think will be .selected this Monday ; night at
the 48th annual tapping of the Fleece in Memo
With 10 votes, Larry Botto heads the list.
Herb Mitchell is second with nine votes, and
Buddy Vaden and Dick Bunting follow in third
place with eight, votes apiece. J
Dick Murphy, and Ted Leonardare tied for
fourth with five votes apiece, and 'anks Talley
and Dick Jenrette run fifth with four votes each.
Ben James received three votes, as a sug
Those students who got two votes apiece are:
Parker, Jr., Bill Prince, Jim Mills, Bob Evans
Irving "Huclc" Holdash, Henry Bowers, Roy
and Tom Kerr.
The rest received one vote apiece: Allan
Tate, Ed Bilpuch, Dick Allsbrook, Bunny Davis,
and Ed McLeod.
There you have them, the people thought to
be of Fleece caliber. It's interesting to note that
almost all the possible names have been included.
I thought for some time," and I couldn't come
up with" another addition to the above list.
Now, then, last year, the Fleece tapped 10
men. The year before, 13 were honored. Out I go
on a limb with a list of a happy medium, 10
personalities, who I think will be tapped this
year. They are presented in the order of their
greatest likelihood to be tapped:
Larry Botto, Buddy Vaden, Dick Bunting,
Henry .Bowers (student body presidents histor
ically have almost automatically been inducted
into the Fleece), Ted Leonard, Bob Evans, Dick
Murphy, Banks Talley, Bill Prince, and, as a
hesitant tenth, Roy Parker, Jr.
, I am hesitant on the last because, although
Daily Tar Heel editors traditionally were given
the Fleece's nod, the tradition ended with Editor
Ed Joyner, Jr., in 1948.
My candidate for the person most likely to
be re-tapped this year: Consolidated University
President Gordon Gray.
I've guessed, now let's see how things go
Beating Around The Bush
It was with a great deal of amusement that I read the letter
"Quit Beating War Drums" as presented in yesterday's Daily Tar
Heel by a Mr. Ward and a Mr. Banks of Ransomville.
I have not seen such a lot of philosophical rubbish and cheap
advice in some time. At least not since the exit of Hans Friedstadt.
The authors of that letter, with all their profound wisdom,
would leave a much deeper impression of their wisdom if they
would either remain quiet or offer a workable solution to a problem
that they feel exists.
In reference to General MacArthur, they called him "one of the
world's most destructive bloodletters, an unequalled butcher and
searer of human flesh both foreign and domestic."
If Mr. Ward and Mr. Banks would care to submit the statistics
on the quantity of blood vthe General has let and the quantity of
human flesh both foreign and domestic that he has butchered and
seared, then I might be" interested in what they have to say. Until
they do offer some evidence, all that they say is just so much hog
wash. They are evidently trying to impress someone with their hog
wash. These two sages later went on to say that "five million savages
cheering in New York can never glorify barbarians and their dropping
of atomic bombs on hundreds of thousands of . . . human beings."
Personally I haven't heard of any atomic bombs being dropped
lately. If they are refering to the Hiroshima and Nagasaki explosions,
I defy them to produce evidence that General MacArthur unleashed
In another paragraph they called him a mighty barbarian. On
what grounds do they so charge him? Where is there proof to jus
tify such damning claim? What specific acts of his warrent the term
barbarian? I venture to say that there are none.
These gentlemen's advice to all Americans is that, "they should
lend their irrestable moral support to friendly forces seeking to create
the universal peaceful world." Now I ask you, ain't that lovely?
Let's not beat around the bush. Just whose friendly forces are
you talking about, comrades?
(We hasten to apologize to Mr. Mayfield and other readers
who thought the letter referred to by Mr. Mayfield as signed
by two people. Actually, Breezy Banks is not tlie name of an
individual, but that of a town, we have been informed. Ed.)
We here at the Beta House are getting slightly tired of the
young-whipper-snappers around here claiming the longest sojourns
as houseboys in Chapel Hill. In defense of our venerable Sam
Barbee, who has been taking care of Beta beds for 23 years-plus,
we'd like to get the record straight.
Sam started working for Beta Theta Pi back in the fall of
1928 and he has seen service in the three houses that the Betas
have had since that time. Sambo waited on tables for a group of
Betas even before 1928. In fact, that's how he got started with us.
He waited on a table reserved for a group of Betas back in the 1920's
at a boarding house on South Columbia Street. When approached
by members of this group to take a permanent job as houseboy,
Barbee took the job and has been working at the Beta House ever
And when another houseboy- service argument comes up 10
years from now, you'll probably find that Sam Barbee is still work
ing at the Beta House and still holding the record for length of
service as a houseboy.
President, Beta Theta Pi
The Campus Creep
by Leon Burnett
"What," asked my room-mate, "is a three
lettered word for asinine?"
"Y-O-U," I spelled. "And besides, it's 'three
letter,' not 'three-lettered.' "
Which will maybe show you, right off the bat,
what a stir-headed room-mate I've got. His name
is Cartstone Cheek Guffey (if you think that's
an impossible name, take a squint into the
Student Directory sometime), a thing you'll never
catch him bragging about. As a student, he is
strictly on thin ice (D-plus average), and as a
Carolina Gentleman he is distinctly a Lower
Slobbovian. As my room-mate, he is the big
gest nuisance this side of pop-quizzes.
From a size-12 foundation, this character ex
tends some six feet in a general upward direc
tion and is topped off with a weird thatch of red
hair. He is a bony bundle of concentrated ugli
ness, complete with freckles and a neck which
is mostly adam's-apple. I call him "Stoop."
I beg to tell you of him, in the hope that you
may avoid his destructive friendship.
"What is a . . . ?"' .
"Look," I yelled, "in the dictionary. And since
you haven't bothered to buy one, you may use
mine" : ' f;r&a.;--"
This guy is a bug on cross-word puzzles.
Through all his classes he struggles with 'em,
comes back to the room with maybe three words
filled in and spends the afternoon asking me
for the rest. lie has never completed one, because
I usually get mad and freeze up on him.
He threw the paper on the floor.
"Let's pick up a beer," he suggested.
"Stoop," I said, "if you continue this substi
tution of beer for books, you'll wind up even
dumber than you were when you came here,
if such can happen. Can't you study just one
time this quarter?
"I'm passin' everything," he said.
"Yeah, but where will you be when you finish
school with the grades you got?"
"Aw, I ain't worried," he informed me.
"What you planning to do if and when you
graduate?" I inquired.
"Gonna run a fishin' boat in Florida," he said.
"Well, why waste your time on an educa
tion?" "Shucks, a feller runs up ag'inst some high
class folks in that business. Where would I be
without a little culture?"
Anybody know where I can get a room?
Who Is He?
This late-flowering military expert Joe Privott I don't recog
nize the name. What class was he at West Point.?
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