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THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 1955
THE DAILY TAR HEEL
PAGE TWO
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The White Curse
. Something there is that doesn't love ex
ams. .
It was two days before exams last year
that Chapel Hill's last big snow came, and,
like this one, by dead of night.
You'd think crammers didn't have enou
gh whiteness. Book pages, lull of black
strings of math symbols, Latin, English, his
tory or economics, are still white. Notebooks,
be they replete with long blue curlicues of
Political Science 41 or Psychology 238, are
white. You look at whiteness all day inside; ,
and there's no relief through that door,
liiend. Outside, it's still white.
lint if you think your own stacks of white
papers and white notebooks and your own
white outdoors merit a tear, squeeze out a
bigger one for our managing editor.
lie's flat on his back with flu amid the
stifling, antiseptic whiteness of the sheets, un
iforms and ceilings of iMedical Hill.
Carolina Front.
Careful With
That Studying,
Intellectuals
Louis Kraar
'Okay Cut Out The Laughing & Let's Read This'
Reaction Piece.
Plaudits
The Wesley Foundation, by a thumping
jN ij illot, this week declared racial segre
gation a denial of "true Christian brother
hood." In so doing, the student Methodists
carved .iother chip from the hard trunk ot
prejudice on the campus. We commend the
Wesley Foundation members for the search
to which they have submitted their minds
and for the decision they have reached.
Shakespeare On Exams
Studying in the library: "More light, you
knaves; and turn the tables up, and quench
the fire, the room is grown too hot."
Cramming at 3 a. m.: "How weary, stale,
flat and unprofitable seem to me all the uses
of the world."
Cramming at 7 a. m.: "It is not for your
health thus to commit your weak condition
to the raw, cold morning."
Teacher handing out tests: "O most per
nicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling,
damned villain!"
Composition exam: "Why, I will fight
with him upon this theme until my eyelids
will no longer wag."
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Leaky fountain pen: "Out, damnqd spot!
out, I say-"
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NOW THAT the campus has
taken to the pursuits of the mind
(aided by coffee and No-Doze),
the word "intellectual" doesn't
have that' hard, derogatory
1 sound to it.
But unfortun
ately, after, the
;xams are ov
r, it will once
again become
in expression
accompanied of
.en by a sneer.
The truth of
the matter is
that even on this campus
intellectualism has become some ,
thing at which many grimace.
Recently, the campus YWrCA
passed out a mimeographed sheet
with topics for a discussion
group. At the bottom in capital
letters it said: "Are you free to
discuss your views on segrega
tion? ... Is the faculty free to
express personal beliefs in class?
. . '. Do YWCA activities interfere
with the freedom of other cam
pus and community organiza
tions?" Several girls, arriving late,
took a glimpse at the sheet and
immediately assumed it was a
communist handout.
There was nothing political
about the sheet it was just
controversial. At the top it said:
"Your Fredom is in Trouble."
And perhaps it is.
WOMANS COLLEGE Profes
sor Randall Jarrell, a writer of
some note as well as an intellec
tual, discusses the plight of "The
Intellectual In America" in the
current issue of "Mademoiselle"
magazine.
"Most of us seem to distrust
intellectuals as such, to feel that
they must be abnormal or else,
they wouldn't be intellectual,"
the WC professor writes.
Professor Jarrell points to
other ages in the past when
knowledge and intellect were re
spected. Today in politics, Dean AJe
son is attached because he has
gone to Harvard. And even little
children hate nonconformity, ac
cording to this professor. A little
girl told her parents about a boy
in her class that was different.
When the parents asked what
was wrong with him, the little
girl answered: "He wears cor
duroys instead of blue jeans."
And writer Jarrell adds: "For
give us each day our corduroys."
The irony of all this feeling
against intellectuals is that we're
all intellectuals about some
thing, as Jarrell points out.
"The man who will make us
see what we haven't seen, feel
what we haven't felt, understand
what we haven't understood
he is our best friend. And if he
knows more than we know about
something, that is an invitation
to us, not an indictment of him
either: it takes all sorts of peo
ple to make a world to make,
even a United States of Ameri
ca," Professor Jarrell concludes.
This reporter can stey little
more except nod in firm agree
ment, and hope that this campus
will not deny controversy and
the right to differ to its students.
Night Editor for this Issue
Eddie Crutchfield
THE SNOW yesterday morning
caught me in a Rip Van Winkle
mood.
Having gone to bed early with
a pre-exam headache, Franklin
Street looked so different yester
day morning that I wondered
just how long I had slept.
With a bag full of dirty clothes
(thrown over my back in Santa
Claus fashion), I headed down
the main street expecting to hear
strains of "White Christmas"
from Kemp's Record Shop.
Stopping to duck a snow ball.
I heard music coming from a re
cord shop further up the street.
Edging over to the shop window,
to, dodge the snowball and hear
the music at the same time, I
caught the tune.
The music was probably as ap
propriate as "White Christmas"
or "Winter Wonderland." The
song was "Cocktails For Two."
Coffee in the Y was good.
A
trjr -rite vva,(MTakj vottca
A Basis For Hope In Indonesia
JAKARTA, Indonesia. The
news . from Indonesia is, both
negative and. unspecific, thus
breaking - two old newspaper
rules; but it is still important
news. In brie,f , the Communist
danger here is nothing like so
serious as it has often been
painted in the last year.
To besure, Indonesian politics
have a quality all their own.
Everything happens slowly. Ev
erything is indeterminate. A
crisis that would tear another
country apart in, a week can last
a couple of months here, and
produce no very clear result
when it is over. And all this
makes analysis pretty difficult.
Yet the fact remains that
Ihere is little in the picture
here to justify the pessimism a
bout the Indonesian future that
is so often voiced in Washing
ton. On the contrary, if world
Spring In The
Snow; Mike
Says Goodbye
(Mike Furuhata is a Japanese
studeiit in the University who
next iceek begins his return trip
to Japan. He has submitted his
farewell to Chapel Hill in the
fofm of .a Japanese poem. It fol
lows, translated. Editor.)
Two winters ago aimlessly I
drifted here like a puff of
white cloud out of the infinite
- sky, -
There was no friend for com
pany, no echo rebounded at
the sound of my voice.
Day after day I rested on the.
crest of high waves of hopes.
Having survived the frosts of
winter, I was destined to en
joy the intoxication of flowers
of spring.
The hot summer winds chastened
and condoled, me, preparing
me for the love I then found be
neath the autumn leaves.
After a year my solitude left
me, and even the squirrels
were my friends.
Now in a winter scene or lone
liness and harsh wind, with
out a flower to brighten the
world,
My heart, oblivious of that a
round me, fills with hope for
the future and gratitude for
those whom I will soon see
no more.
Spring has returned to my soul,
and joy and happiness per
meate me.
communism is not flabbily per
mitted to take over the rest of
Asia, there is every reason to
feel hopeful about this remark
able new nation of 80,000,000
people, with its beautiful' land,
its vast untapped resources and
its immense future possibilities.
Among the Indonesian people,
90 per cent of them devout Mos
lems, the Communists have gain
ed no mass base except in the
labor unions in the biggest
towns. They are tolerated and
Communist political support is
accepted by the government of
Prime Minister Ali Sastroamid
jojo; but they have not yet got
their hands on the police, the
Army, or any ' other vital lever
of power.
When this reporter was in Ja
karta a little more than a year
ago, the Army seemed to be in
danger. The only seriously sus
pect character in the present
government, Defense Minister
Iwa Kusumasumantri was seek
ing to get the Army under his
personal control. And this at
tempt was causing a major cri
sis that filled all Jakarta with
rumors of violence to come.
The crisis ended with the semi
retirement of one of Indonesia's
most impressive leaders, the
former Chief of Staff of the
Armed Forces, Gen. Simatupang.
But the way was still not opened
to Communist penetration of the
armed forces. The factions in the
Army have drawn together, if
anything, because of the politi
cal attempts to play one faction
against another. The Army re
mains a powerful anti-Communist
force.
Meanwhile Prime Minister
Ali's government, whose good
faith on this point has been un
fairly attacked, is now seriously
preparing the first national
election. Both Ali and President
Sukarno are firmly pledged to
holding the election this year,
and it will probably come in
late July or early August.
That means that the present
artificial situation, in which all
politics center in a Parliament
of arbitrarily appointed depu
ties, will shortly come to a wel
come end. The people will have
their chance to speak. There will
,be a chance for a more vigorous
and confident attack on Indone
sia's many difficult problems, a
mong which the economic pro
blem bulks particularly large.
And as the national problems be
gin to be solved, the Communist
danger should recede still fur
ther. There are still evry real diffi
culties ahead, of course. One of
the most unpleasing characteris
tics of Dutch imperialism, which
was generally unpleasing, was
the extreme restriction of edu
cation. When the Indonesian
Republic was established, 93 per
cent of the people were illiter
ate, and the group of men with
full, modern, Western education
numbered no more than a few
thousand.
However patriotic they may
be, illiterates cannot administer
one of the biggest nations of
the modern world. The task of
Indonesia's small group of ade
quately trained leaders has been
back breaking. The wonder is
not that progress in Indonesia
has. been relatively slow. The
wonder is, rather, that the nation
has survived and gone forward.
These facts mean, in turn,
that any judgment of this coun
try has to be sympathetic in or
der to be realistic. WTien the be
ginning was so inordinately
hard, a bad end cannot be pre
dicted just because there ane
initial falterings. Men like Prime
Minister Ali and President Su
karno should not be" judged pro
Communist, because their pre
sent attitude toward Indonesian
communism seems alarmingly
amiable to many Americans.
Every brand new nation al
ways has two traits. It is irra
tionally touchy and suspicious,
as any reader of our own early
history will surely have observ
ed. And it needs time and more
time and still more time to de
velop its own national political
forms, its own characteristic - na
tional life and its own ways of
doing v world business.
If these things are remember
ed, and Indonesia is given both
time and sympathy, this coun
try can one day become one of
the great powers of the free
world. But whether the time
will be allowed, directly depends
on what the responsible leaders
of the free world do about the
Communist advance in the rest
of Asia. . .
Some Original
Column Ideas
For Mr. Sisk
David Mundy
Yes, things are really rough
during these last days before
'the days of the last judgement.'
It appears that' the DTH readers,
real or imagined, are having a
more unpleasant time than the
DTH columnists, real or imagin
ed. And when letter writer Bill
Sisk is forced into subscribing
to the Raleigh News and Obser
vgr, it is a sure sign that the
end of the journalistic rope is
being reached.
To prevent such subscriptions
becoming more common, J for
one would offer to become 'more
interesting. But about what?
Mr. Sisk's 'a few arguments and
controversies about life in gen
eral'? Now here are some nice, "ori
ginal" arguments and controversies:-
"Should Communist China
be admitted to the UN?" "Coed
Drinking," "Solitude vs. Socie
ty," "The Philosophy of Leucip
pus as opposed to that of Berg
son," "Should Chancellor House
be censured for appearing on
TV?" and "Are Blondes prettier
than Brunettes?"
Aren't those exciting? Of
course, Mr. Sisk might want an
other type of column. WThat
about: "What Hamlet Means to
Me," "Milton and the New Cos
mology," (These are old English
21 themes).
And then there is another type
of column. Sample titles: "The
New Hyacinths Behind Morehead
Planetarium," "The Case of the
Physiology Department's Missing
Goldfish," and "Sex Orgies at the
Home of Dean Z."
Perhaps best of all, there
might be articles on: "McCarthy
ism in Chapel Hill," "George the
Campus Collie," and "What. I Did
Last Monday Night at 8:30."
No laughs, please. It may be
either that or just the weather.
The DTH can't be printed with
but three pages. There have to
be four, as the editor so cleverly
noticed when I proposed omis
sion of articles reflecting bias
toward one of the national politi
cal parties. Or perhaps the DTH
will just continue to clip and
print articles from such 'fair, un
biased, sources as the "Demo
crat Digest," "The Reporter," and
the "Nation."
My real suggestion is that letter-writer
Sisk, who proves him
self both facile and interesting,
join the DTH staff. If nothing
else, I'll offer him this space for
one or two journalistic shots.
At long last I have been direct
ly, personally accused of "Mc--Carthyism."
I've previously been
accused of being a radical, a lib
eral Republican (worst of all),
and even a McCarthy defender.
But guilty of McCarthyism? Nev
er 'til now.
It all began when I remarked
that one of Associate Editor' Yo
der's articles was better written
than a comparative article in the
"Worker." (Excepting a few sick
ening phrases which stand for
nothing but shibboleths, I agree
with their contentions.) The sim
ilarity between them was so
great that I felt compelled to
count Yoder's article in my tab
ulation of political matter in the
DTH.
Both articles managed to slick
ly insinuate that comrade Scales
was getting a raw deal. In the
process of doing so they tried to
infuse something of their whole
"liberal" philosophy into the
reader's mind. It is that which I
found personally objectionable.
I find the law outlawing the
Communist party just as objec
tionable a threat to individual
freedom as I do the statist philo
sophies of the liberals. Worst of
all, of course, were the chean,
demagogic tactics used by the
leftwing Democrats in getting
the law passed.
If this be McCarthyism, call
me a McCarthyite. I can paste
this label alongside columnist
Kraar's "Reactionary" tag.
Clark Olsen, last year's editor
of the Oberlin College paper,
seemed quite impressed by the
hospitality and freedoms extend
ed when he visited the Soviet
Union last year. His proposition,
in a "Letter to the Editor" in
Saturday's DTH, is that Ameri
can colleges extend the same
kind of privileges to nolpntial
visiting "junior comrades." I
would suggest that the'same priv
ilege be given to those presently
enrolled in our. universities.
Eye Of The Horse
Roger Will Coe
THE HORSE was prowling the purlieus of Hill
Hall and giving (somewhat frightemngly) uiu
high notes and low notes.
"Yiu wouldn't think I had anything to do with
Music, would you?" The Horse shrugged, when I
queried him. "The truth, Roger me bhoy, if it
in you!"
If I'd the diubts, The Horses strangled war
- blings were convincing: No!
"The Marriage of Figaro, a notable musical
triumph of our Music Department, has me here,
The Horse ignored my critique. "It was swcil.
Good, and good.' I hoped it was better than The
Horse's burpings in his column, if the views of one
Bill Sisk were to be accorded credence. Had ho
read what Bill Sisk said of The Horse's eyemgs?
"Yeah, and the guy is at least partially cor
rect," The Horse said. "Hhe said that formerly he
suspected my eyeings were full of hidden mean
ings; and they were. But mining meanings is not,
it would seem, a popular occupation hereabouts, so
I discontinued burying eadem as Doc Ullman
would say and I come 'right out into tlxe open."
That had its disadvantages?
Durn right," The Horse growled. "It's all right
to kid certain people and to make certain remarks
when the guy or the remark can't be exactly sure
you mean him ... or can't prove you meant what
you said to be taken a certain way. Sisk is right."
Sisk also had said The Horse was now meaning
less. Did The Horse agree here, as well?
"As Poor Richard would say," The Horse tossed
off glibly, " 'He that complains has too much.' How
ever, I do grant one Siskian premise beyond the
one already granted: what interests or entertains
one chappie is just so much hogwash to another.
Humor is where and how you find it. The Anatomy
of Mirth became a dead body instanter the first
nards. If my burpings, as you so rudely label and
inquirer unzipped it and tried to classify its in
libel my small funnings in the'DTII, do not exer
cise any Siskian interest or risibilities, this is as
incapable of correction on my part as it is on his
part. George Horace Lorimer, late great editor of
the Saturday Evening Post, once came roaring into
his office and raised merry Hob because a man
he knew had told him he had enjoyed every story
and article in a certain SATEVEPOST issue."
What? Why, how ridiculous!
"Not," The Horse countered, "from G. Horace
Lormier's viewpoint, which was if he gave each
one of his readers One story or article he or she
liked, he was doing a bang-up job. Lormier felt
that his readers could be classified into seven ut
terly different types, with each type liking one
definite type of story but disliking all other types.
Ergo as Dock Suskin would say if one person
liked it all, the editors were not salting the mag
'with variety." ..
Perhaps; but couldn't Humor be analyzed?
"No more than, as Doc Walter Allen, Jr., of
Greek Drama fame," The Horse cited, "would say
that a general statement concerning the 'thinking
of a people' can be nailed down to thus and so.
People have different brains, different ambitions,
different backgrounds, different motivations . . . one
person from the other. A hundred different people
can have a hundred different thinkings about one
certain issue. Wiiat they subscribe to despite their
thinking is another thing entirely. Just so with
humor. I hare my own ideas of what is funny and
what isn't funny; of what is interesting and what
is not. An Irish story illustrates this ... as well as
illustrates the futility of trying to analyze humor."
Okay, okay, I was listening!
"A proposal was made in the Dail Eireann, tin?
Irish Free State legislature, to fight the Depression
by borrowing on long-term bonds to finance a huge
public-improvement program," The Horse recount
ed, "but a conservative member arose to cry Ehe'.
as Doc Epps would say over the saddling of
posterity with the cost. And up jumped the pro
ponent of the measure to shout, .'And ivhat has pos
terity done for us that ice should consider it?' "
Very funny,, but
"The upshot of it," The Horse interrupted, "was
that one of these eager analyzers of humor went
to Ireland to inquire into exactly what Irish Humor
is. But exactly! 'The best Irish "humor is the result
of a bull, for sure,' the inquirer was assured. 'It U
just that a bull.' So, the inquirer pressed his
search further, asking about the countryside for
examples of Irish bulls. And he met with a coun
tryman who willingly explained it all."
Oh. Then it could be classified, this humor?
"After a fashion," The Horse agreed. "This
broth of an Irish country lad pointed to a nearby
field where three bovine ruminants were Kin 4
bellied down in the grass, and he asked, 'Do ye see
thim three cov:s a-lyin' down i' th' grass, sor?' The
inquirer into Humor did see the three cows and so
stated. 'Well, then: said his explainer, -'the wc
standin' up is the' bull: "
That was the story?
"Like Harvey, the Rabbit in the plav of the
same title," The Horse said, "either vou see it or
you do not. Nobody can make you "see it . . . and
nobody if you do see it, can stop you from so do-
u T Sisk wiU et no back-of-me-hand from
The Horse because of his recent critique ... al
though it is my observation that those who wri:e
same are usually little qualified to do so, and us
ually betray naught but a lack of something. Mr.
Sisk is to be congratulated that his lack is so simple
, to correct: all he has-to do it change his reading
sources.
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1 llc florse wouldn't try to assist Sisk?
ar lNepape" Published for one man's benefit
Profit " rTT 33? S3yS- Great Labor Little
t T Se Pr Richded me. "Would you
like me to sing an aria or three, Roger me lug,"
We got out of there fast.
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