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Hbty-We Are Exploding
The four professors Camcrbn of mathe
matics, Hall ol philosophy, King of history,
and Wells" of 'English who conducted the
experiment iu. accelerated learning with 26
freshmen of "high intellectual caliber" last
year were careful'to state, in their report, that
they "studiously avoided strained, artificial
and T superficial correlations" between the
branches of knowledge.
Any correlations strained, artificial, or
superficial or all three mislead the stu
dent. The body of. knowledge man possesses
does not interlock neatly like a big jig-saw
puzzle; it does not have the ordered dignity
of a Persian rug; it is, in fact, more like chaos
unci to suggest that it can be whipped into
rank and file is to strike down one of . the
great" reasons for education: search into the
unknown. The professors were correct in
their caution. .
But it is undeniable that one of the de
manding needs of education today is correla
tion valid correlation. We cite, for authori
ty, a beautiful piece of musing by ;Mark Van
Doren in the new American Scholar. He com
plains that the scholar of today is too content
with introspection; that he does not look for
relationships outside his own chosen and mas
tered field: '
We do not hear him asking what it is, if it is
anything, that the poet and the mathematician
know together, or the historian and the chemist,
or the musician and the doctor, or the moral
philosopher and the atomic physicist. The sum of
human knowledge ... might be a single sentence.
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Tho Roundabout Papers.
Anyone Gof A
Chuck Hayser
Chapsr Hill Veckly
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IN FEONT of number 321, Lin;! .
residence of Mr. and Mrs. Lee Fra-
aireaay inc. nucleus ot a crowd n-.u
a - single word . . . Granted that the sum "is inac
cessible, man still may speculate as to its parts,
and as to the niceties of this relation. Contem
porary man, at least in universities, refuses to
do so. He lets the study of literature be alto
gether different from the study of bacteria and
the stars... He assumes a perfect absence ' of
relations; and so if he is a student of poetry he is
content, with total ignorance of energy, proportion
and equation," though poetry is built of just those
things; and if he is a natural scientist he does not
stop to wonder whether it is more than a coin
cidence ; that art must be natural too, or must
seem so if it would exert its utmost force; nor
does he ask that force to confess any resemblance
it may bear to gravity and whirlwinds, to nat
ural selection and a mushroom cloud.
Mr. Van Doren' overstates the case, we
think, but not violently. The campus is too
full: of scholars and serious students who en
case in a -sort of Narcissism within their own
1 fields and' disciplines. They read a poem like
Matthew Arnold's "Dover Beach," without
considering the force with which Sartre's phi
losophy of despair can play upon it and cast
it into selikjf; they wovk pliysics problems set
up by the reason.of Einstein without seeing a
quite, natiM-: 1 (welation between it and meta
physics which?-they would say, must be left
entirely to Calcin e1 Hall. Everything must be
studied a ir it had just been removed from a
r fi Igeratoi ;' and" the farther the alien air of
o'licr knowledge has been kept away, the bet
ter. '
An answer can be suggested: That we re
turn to something closer to the notorious
"Renaissance man," who not only knew a
good deal about everything, but knewr a great
deal about how philosophy and biology, or
poetry afnd astrophysics (as he knew them)
came together. Of course we immediately
plead that we know so much more than they
didy lms are doing well to learn all we can
about one microcosmic, isolated mass of data.
Certainly we grant thatthe great jigsaw puzzle
gains more pieces every, day.
But isn't it possible- that the more the
pieces increase, the more they will lit to
gether? The sad fact is that we aren't making
an effort to answer that question. We scient
istsvpr we philosophers, or we students of lit
erature, or we historians have all taken our
own pet pieces and are shooting away frqm
each other like' the fragments of an exploding
star.
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cation: We were sitting around
talking about" the vices and ' vir
tues of coffee-drinking and whe
ther the stuff kept one awake
at night through a psychological
or physiological effect. The
young lady said she Used to drink
a lot of coffee at Vassar.
"We used to have demi-tasse
in the parlor after dinner" she
explained. This ' sounded perfect
ly reasonable to me. Demi-tasse
in the parlor after dinner at Vas
sar. What could be more natural
at a leading school for polished
young iemale members of soc
iety?: She continued. "We'd drink it
sitting around on the floor play
ing bridge.' This struck an in
congruous note! '
"At Vassar?" I asked incredu
lously. v"You drank your demi
tasse while sitting on the floor?"
"Yes," she said. "And we wore
bermuda shorts. We all' owned
one skirt which w?as a size tbo
large. We'd put on the skirts over
our shorts for dinner, and then
all 'we had to do was slip right
out. of the skirts and get com
fortable so we could enjoy our
demi-tasse , and our bridge on
the floor. It was quite messy.
Everyone kept spilling coffee on
the rug. But we had a solution
for that, too. We kept cans of
corn meal, and we'd use- the corn
meal to soak up the coffee on the
rug. You know, like sawdust. Oh,
we had everything hut a finish
ing school atmosphere at Vassar."
Not trusting myself to speak,
I merely nodded my head in ag
Ru
Night Editor For This Issue
. J. A. C. DUNN
I made a few notes.
"What are jou d3ing?" she
asked.
"You and Vassar have just
made" the public prcss,n I an
nounced solemnly.
"What funny handwriting you
have," she said. "Do you know
that I can't write? In script,' that
is. I can print, but I can't write.
I went to a progressive school
in Bronxville, New York and
they only taught us how to print.
I didn't go to schbol there until
after the second .grade, so if I
try to write script it comes out
like a second-grader." And she
demonstrated. It looked more
eighth-gradish to' me.
I was reminded, I told her,
of the penmanship classes which
I struggled through in the fifth
and sixth grades in Oklahoma
City. Our English class (why I
remember this I can't imagine)
met late in the morning (I'm
sure it was at 11 o'clock), and
we would .study English grammar
for 50 minutes and then spend
the remaining lO minutes on pen
manship. ,
We used notebook,, paper with"
wide" lines, and we would prac
tice flowing continuous circles
which looked something like peer
peering through the end of a
bedspring from a slight bias
and vertical up-and-down move
ments which resulted in a pic
ture of something similar to a
tightly compressed 'accordian.
I illustrated these practice ex-
ercises, and then began doing
an alphabet-as had been taught
back in my Oklahoma City days.
I discovered the G's and the
S's and the F's and a lot of other
capital letters came out entirely
different from the way I make
them today.
"What do, you, know?" I asked
myself out loud. "I guess J do
a lot of printing myself, instead
of script. At least as far as' capi
tal letters are concerned."
"That's all right," she soothed,
"don't feel bad about it."
I promised her I wouldn't.
(Chapel Hill Weekly columnist
Chuck Hauser confirmed our
informed guess that the former
Vassar gal in this piece is senior
-Lois Oiven,a former staffer on
this paper. Editors)
Sep
Doris FleeSon
WASIILNGTON The Demo
cratic effort to take over the
Eisenhower look of progressive
moderation for the purposes of
the 1956 campaign has now been
made' official by Senator Rus
sell "of Georgia. An astute cloak
room! operator, Russell is a ma
jor architect of the middle-of-the-road
policy pursued in ' Con
gress by the Rayburn-Johnson
leadership.
Russell can convincingly argue
the case for that policy as wise
and politically practical. He was
somewhat less convincing when
he had to suggest a Democratic
Presidential possibility who em
bodied it. '"Y
The Senator proposed the Go
vernor of Ohio, Frank Lausche,
Lausche has been a winner in
his state and has shown himself
able to" attract Republican sup
port for state-wide office. To that
extent he fits the conception of
a central coalition which John
son, Russell and other leading
Senators apparently want to force
on the national convention next
Silhouettes
k Stocks
The sight of women in their
new fall finery will not help the
state of mind of the investors
who are jittery about the stock
market. Sheath skirts, waistlines
at the hips: and inverted sauce
pan hats bring reminders of 19.-.
29, especially the exponents of
cycle theories. Fashions of the
jazz decade, despite the laughs
they have long occasioned, now
seem to be taking over in a mid
century version. Nor does it help
those who fear that history re
peats itself to hear of the-popularity
of The Boy Friend, Bri
tish musical based on the 1920's
and of still another revival of F.
Scott Fitzgeraldthis time a play
on Broadway. '
The ultra-feminine, "new look"
fashion cycle that followed the
war seems to be ending, with ver
tical lines coming to the force.
This, according to some cycle
exponents, bodes trouble. It is
the look of feminine discontent,
they say, and precedes upsets
military, political, economic.
These oracles also point to some
fashion features inspired by 19
13, that last happy year of in
ternational innocence for Am
ericans. Yet the, 1920's are not being
repeated in social attitudes as
the marry-and-settle down move
ment and the trend to thought
conformity of youth attest. More
over, clothes (like the economy)
are. "different this time," fashion,
authorities insist. They are "more
moderate,; sane, normal, stable
than those, of the 1920s.. Yes, fas-
M
oderare vrogressiyism
August. '
But as V public figure and ;a
party man, Lausche is a' lone
wolf. He holds his cards close to
his chest and rarely helps other,
candidates, rarely, tips his hand.
Perhaps he endeared himself to
Russell-by giving Harry S. Tru
man the back of that hand oc
casionally, Truman not being a
Southern favorite.
Because Ohio is a large and
politically important state, Us
Governors are customarily listed
among the Presidential . possibK
lities. When Lausche has been
mentioned in past years, Ohioans
have pointed to the equivocal
course he has pursued. Few lay
claim to being in his confidence
or to. understanding him well
enough to testify to his own feel
ings;on the subject of the Presi
dency. At their many conferences,
most state governors jump at the
chance to get some national pub
licity and court the Washington ,
correspondents. Lausche is am
iable but uncommunicative.
, Tie role of candidate for the
central coalition was, of course,
being tailored to fit Senate lea-7
der Johnson. His own recent heart
attack will prevent him from
filling it but the spadework has
'Onward And Upward' r
been done and the role is there.
The candidate who really
would like to pre-empt it is Ad
lai Stevenson. It appeals to him
as a personal conservative and
an intellectual. Now that it is
being presented as the most pra
ctical course, he will be more
than ever tempted by it. "
-Stevenson's problem is that
as the front runner he is and will
continue to be challenged by
Governor Harriman and Senator
Kefauver, both further left of
center than he is. They create
pressures on him to take stands
which he would prefer to post
pone or evade at present.;
two fire engines arrived. The hou,P
white, frame, one storey, was issuing
billows from under the front porch',,
the eaves, and from under the
volunteer firemen charged the fro!i
the handle," and found it locked, i '
hard. The door didn't budge. A largo ? !
puffing up carrying the nozzle crT; ' .
hose and poked a: V
s bushes looking for aV
f water under the f:t!.'".
of the two men at
performed an a'-r. v .
demonstration of
, footed kick thatV"
one another, the fr-.
' inward, and its two 5
i before the avalanche
smoke that came p--
the house.
Meanwhile, the fat man with the
tied a hankerchief over his face a:f
hosing water under the porch. Arnunj
of the house three men were peerir .
window, one of them aiming the th ekr
into the smoky darkness of the furnace
the house. In back of the house the ro.r
engine pump motors was not quite So
as it was in front. Three or four men ?
windows, banging the back door, eye::
looking for a way to get in. The wind
door were locked fast.
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"IT'S RIGHT under here somewhere,:
'.that," shouted someone as I returned t.
. porch area. The pump motor slowed d jvr
ute, then speeded up again. The sm i
pouring out of the front door, and t.
squirting water under the porch re.r.
enough water under here to go sw,:
A little boy about ten years old with ;
motorcycle cap on ran to the front c
excitedly in, got a face full of smoke, a::
rubbing his eyes.
A man with a green gas mask strcii
front door, strapped an oxygen tank c:
and the mask over his face, walked ;
through the front door and vanished a ;.
"Ed, whattaya find?" called somccr.;
side.
. Ed reappeared taking off the ma.k
a thing," he said. An electric lamp v.a;
and Ed went back in again.
, A Negro, lady in a green waitress' 1
rived, evidently Mrs. Franklin. Mrs. F:y
dered worriedly and aimlessly from per.
among; the crowd of firemen. One oft:
A take : her' keys to unlock the back d.::
some of the smoke out, but she said ttr
can't unlock the back door with a key
the night latch off." Ed with the gas
to take the night latch off, and preser.:.y .
had thinned sufficiently to let other mcr. ;
house, from which they emerged at frc:.
vals coughing and red-eyed. .Mrs. Fr;r
in to inspect the damage and came t.
immediately blowing her nose and d.::
eyes.
READER'S RETORT
A Slap At SP Bob Harrington
Editors: N r
To: Student Party's Bob Harrington:
a bill to set up a fund for the repair of dormitory
TV sets. With the exception (Jf ex-representative
Ever since last spring's election results, you and Baum, vyou and 'such of your S. P. colleagues as
certain of your fellow S. P.'s have been dragging Lewis Brumfield have, since last spring elections,
the majority party (University Party) through the coming up with some adolescent (although amusing)
mud in a manner, totally ' unbecoming to a person outbursts in Legislature have only increased the
in a . position of leadership such as yours. Such delay of which you accuse the U. P. Your attitude,
rabhle-rpusing orations as you have been issuing in sir, has-done little toward creating the smooth-
: your party meetings and in the Legislature indicate running, cooperative machine which is a good stu-
only a. childish, bitter defiance of your opposition dent government. Please, then, turn your efforts
party. This , type of conduct is completely uncalled to a more gentlemanly and positive attitude towards
for in politics here at Carolina. the U.P.; or stop helping set up an S.P. platform
Political parties are necessarv in nresentins Deo- consisting of slander, emotionalism, and generally
childish tactics.
PRESENTLY THREE men came c;:::.
still smoky door and shouted that !"
the little hose. The little hose was car::;:
one whistled to the man at the pun?:
motor, and tjie roar subsided once n "
in a plaid skirt ran up to the porch. :
boy with the lavender cap by the a
him away.
In the small front hall the base boar;,
torn away from the wall around the V
and there were scorch marks on the I
plaster. A booming roar came from -house,
where a heavy stream of wa4'
played on the furnace through the cc-'
rrl . t , 1 .1 t tr?
jme men in me nan cnoppt-u m
started prying up the floor boardi
hot coals embedded in the insulation
"It's really burnin' under there," "id a
Franklin came through from the r? :
porch, stilt sniffing into her damp
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Charles V. Covell
Editors:
I for one sure appreciate the fact that Pogo is
pie to fill important positions ' in government; They
are not to be used as a means of causing heated
controversy friction between groups on a college
camnus. When plpnt
: "Tr. 1 o- the majority and minority to cooperate .. to do QOw bark in ThP nnV T.r ttl
to Keep us head.- No knee Length" their collective parts to give all the students the T , - ?; u j - t
f. -pped head, most student government can offer. . ' C-n Nabout
or flat ened chests. (And no stock The other night you accused the University Party more opinion in your columns. I don't think the
mrke . block Tuesdays.) , of working "for one section of the campus." Yet I editorials reflect student opinion at all.
Washinatnn Post. A, Timim ITor- ool1 ' : 'j .
r ,r; V" "-u e n: 01 siuaent legislature in I know von won't VHnt thi
wnven you very emotionally tried to have passed
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THE MEN moved the furniture an 1 1
the hall, and felt around on the fi ,tr
walls for tell-tale heat. The man wi'.h :
squeezed himself and his oxygen
up the ladder to the attic and can?
. reporting nothing but smoke.
Three or four men crouched art'-. '
gister in the hall conferred on
fire.
"It all burnt down here and the
the wall. There's nothing burning uP '
steam coming out there."
, ' "If we could disconnect the furna.e
"Have to disconnect the gas lc.
"Is it connected to the power.'
going up from it.'"
'That's the thermostat wire."
"There's no more fire in there. '
The little boy with the lavender c?
at the front door accompanied b.v a
and breathed "Jeeeoez!" in an
man standing on the porch put a
mouth, felt his pockets, looked a:" -r '
."An.ne.got a match?"