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ft t pfion two TR1 DAILY TAR RICI The Lands 'I lieu- .lie in this world two lands. They air so jut. it cd )y an ocean and are far apart. Yet. iluy a ie within sit Tt of each other. One of these lands is barren. On it vege tac tion is at a minimum, and there is almost total daikness. This land is heavily populat ed, and people pursue their tasks by the day. I he ir lilc is oidered ordered by the mores l t lie j;iiup, and for the most part they serru happy and comfortable despite tlic bar ic iriitss ol the land and the density of the population. They have their amusements which cairy them far from the darkness of ni'Jit in which they perpetually live, and thoc- amusement keep them continually in a state ol something that resembles happi ncsv So they live from day to day, and hour to hour, without seeing the barrenness of then woild and the daikness of their exis ieii e. I he other woild is radiant. The sun shines peipetually. There are flowers, trees, birds, lakes. .11 in a miiad of different colorations i and in a multitude of different shapes. Light is its kcsiiote, and beauty its possession. Few people lie theie. Sepaiatin the two worlds is the ocean, aniN, .ui ay, and almost unnavigable at any time. It stands as a wall of white, gray, and bin k to lIo k the foolhardy traveller. . Iheie .':e people in important places in the banco I. md who know of the beauty and ! i 4 1 1 1 ol the land across the sea. They know, but do not let the other people know, for h, ke-epinn the- people in ignorance they led the) save lives and preset ve their posi tion. They point to those few, who, not te eo';niin; the ocean's force, have set out to stt- what liny could see and were thrown' bjM k against the roe ks, the boat destroyed aod the people killed, lly and large the peo ple listen. They continue at their tasks and iiutter about what a fool that person was. And niulit eontimies into nirht. Ihe banco land is stormy and often when a panic ul.ii ly blight flash of lightning is diise barged, a few can see the land across ihe- sea. Most iotisider this sight a mirage and do nAtJihi.dtout it. The few in impor tant tiosiifuiis issiie" statements to aid the people who saw lilt 1.Tn(f tUTOsnfic sCa and ' jf" case then epiestions about their own senses. Variations Gall Godwin A little over a year ago, Aman da Vail's first effort appeared on the bookstands. LOVE ME LIT TLE was half the size of THE BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS, but said exactly the same amount. Both books deal with the efforts of Emily and Amy to lose their virginity. In LOVE ME LITTLE they failed. In THE BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS they are victori ous ,- but bored. Little is known to the reader about the author, except that she appears on both of her novels' dustjackets peering inquisitively out at her audience from behind a mop of long, dark straijjht hair. There is no autobiographical note, possibly indicating that Miss Vail, like her character Henry Salem - a creative writing teacher - "had a passion for anonymity." Henry's one book was also pub lished without an autobiographical note '"which," says Emily "al ways indicates to me great strength of character on the part of the author." Emily and Amy are. two more cliches from this over-written-about generation. Emily is the col- lege freshman who is discovering for the frrst time the discoveries that each of us make concerning life while going through our fresh man year. The full attention to these discoveries is being diverted by Emily's father who has reached the "age" and has flown the coop for a period of several months. He goes up the street and sets up housekeeping with an old family friend and leaves Emily's mother to the drastic fate of a trip to the Bahamas. During their Christmas vacation from Northcliffe, Amy and Emily -armed with appropriate womanly weapons - set out to conquer and to achieve their goal. Amy cap tures Henry Salem, the college's unbelievable creative writing in structor who would never be found in a real-life small college for girls. His vocabulary repertoire is apparently limited to '"goddamn" and his stories fill only on unsuc cessful published volume. "And What Do We Do Ahbut These Darn Eisenhower Republicans?" v. 6 XpRiBAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1523 -r B ' Janus 1 TT jli Out Of My Mind Jonathan Yardley ... V -nC WAH4MYM POST- On Brooks Hays' Defeat J IiMiuhotit the history of the two lands t lieu h.ne hccti some who have seen in those Imists of li'h tiling a- better land, and who rem. lined disturbed. Some kept the distnr Ij.iikc intern. illy, and it was not revealed to embody except through their eccentric actions. seeing the land more than Some, after one. developed a thirst for knowledge. They looked at the angry sea and rcalicd its dan gers, and yet despite tlm they attempted to im) ,u ross. They, with their thirst unslaked, paddled haul, but most were crashed against the roks, and the people of the barren land weir unable to distinguish these from the fiH)U that were more often washed against the 1 1 h ks. Ome, pci haps in every century, one lone man in the tiniest of ships made it across despite the difficulties of the ocean, and after his arrival the water receded a little bit, but the sea was just as angry. Most of these men stayed over in the other land. Then were a few who returned to show the people in the barren land .that this beauty did exist, but more often than not the y 'weit not heard and died before they amid i t-t urn to the land across the sea. Vet, through the years many men have joint' to know the land across the sea, and have sought to persuade other men to take the long, hard, dangerous voyage to the land of light. And there were men who told of the glo i its and whb ventured courageously across, and others sometimes followed their lead and ujxmi aiming found that they needed no lead. All returned to try to bring back more, and yet, though numerically more as the eais went on, these people were proportion ally a small, compared to the growth of the people who lived and liked the barren land. Vet, no matter how numerically insignifi cant, no matter how degraded, no matter how et centric, these are the greats the peo ple who have over the centuries tried to bridge the gap between the land of is, and life land of Ought to be. "That's why my stories are so awful good. They're full of my ful sickness. They're, he tells Amy as hey lie on the couch together on their first date. By April, he and Amy are married, even though all this means is social sanction. "The only change it's going to make," says blase Amy, "is that we won't have to sneak past Mrs. Ard any more." Emily does not lose out com pletely. Her continued single sta tus is made up for by a short holi day affair which dies shortly after the Christmas tree. After this, she is again recompensed by a seven-hundred dollar check which she wins for placing first in a short-story contest. With this mon ey plus the money provided by her reconciliated parents, . E mily is promised a trip to Europe and her world is neat and whole once more. "There would be nothing but the sea and the 'ship and I on it; like the ship itself I would be: cut loose and left to the mercy of wind and weather." The book is a home for unbeliev able characters: Daisy, the unad justed plump senior who is always pictured sitting stoically on her dormitory bed in a Zen Buddist position, accepting with the help of sleeping pills, orange juice, and milk the fact that she is pregnant; Arnim and Chambers, two shad owy and inseparable Lesbians who drift from one room to the other; Mrs. Ard, Henry Salem's land? lady, who has become a literary expert by reading old journals thrown out by the professors who live at her house, and who has something to say about Truman Capote's poetic tendencies and Al bert Camus' well-preserved body. These misty figures plus most of the main characters simply sail aimlessly from page to page, leav ing the reader with absolutely no Impression of anybody - except that of Emily, who is telling the story and who docs us the honor of stopping every now and then In the middle of her narrative to share with us her philosophy on love, lovemaking, cracks on the ceiling while making love, and the faults of parents. Miss Vail is to be highly com mended on one score: that of re cognizing a literary trend and cashing in on it. One feels vague ly that she knows what she is writing and writes it anyway with tongue in cheek and palm 'but spread for royalty check. ' Edward P. Morgan (The following is a recent radio broadcast by the noted ABC nevteman.) Putting the overplay of maud lin pollyannaisms aside, some times, surely a man's finest hour really is in defeat.. Ugly as the circumstances were, bitter as the consequences are, that hour has arrived for a sensitive, civilized Congressman ex-Congressman now from Little Rock named Brooks Hays. For eight successive terms 16 years Hays, a Southern Demo crat, who gave that label a mark of distinction and not disgrace, had served his district and his native state of Arkansas in the House of Representatives. It was he who tried to moderate the dif ferences last year between the president and Governor Faubus, and avert the emotional tornado that finally broke over Little Rock's Central High. For his pains, Faubus cut Hays down at the polls last Tuesday by a dubious trick which may even yet be challenged in the courts, though not by the victim himself. A man accomplished in breaking pledges even to presi dents, Faubus did not scruple to keep a solemn promise to sup port all the Democratic candi dates, Hays included. Instead the governor released his executive assistant, one Claude Carpenter, to help hatch a covert plan sprung in the last eight days of the campaign to confront Hays with a write-in candidate in op position. "I fought like a tiger," Hays said afterward, "but it was too late." He got 49 percent of the ballots but his opponent, an extreme segregationist named Dr. Dale Alford, beat him by 1,249 votes. Alford ran in a beclouded category as an "mdependent" and a move has already begun to have him excluded from commit tee assignments In the House. But there was no vindictive ness in Hays himself as he re turned to Washington today and held the largest news conference of his career. Almost to a man, reporters who crowded his office clambered forward to shake his hand afterwards, leaving their standard shield of cynicism be hind. My colleague, Benjamin A. Franklin, was moved to scrawl a personal aside on his notes which read "Hays was gloriously, mili tantly tolerantly RIGHT about everything. He is a'religious but not pious man. He knew he was right even in bitter defeat and it radiated from him almost blind ingly." Another awed reporter remarked "if there was ever a Congressman who ought to go to Heaven, it's Hays." Something, I am sure while supremacists would agree, must be. done to restore some objectivity to Wash ington journalism. Hays began by reading a long statement from Edmund Burke which concluded thus: "Your rep resentative owes you not his in dustry only, but his judgment, and he betrays you instead of serving you if he sacrifices it to your opinion." He said he had not been repudiated or renounc ed py the people of Little Rock. so I can be heard." And he in tends to speak and speak and speak, at home and throughout the country, hammering at three points on the racial question: a non-violent solution must be sought; the lips of the clergy both pro- and anti-integration must not be sealed; justice must be sought for the Negro on the local level. When a reporter, ob viously with Hays in mind, ask ed for a comment on the fact that while "the people who stand for law and order are punished and defeated, few mob leaders are brought to book," the Con gressman recalled an anecdote; ' "My daddy, who is 86," Hays said, "once told merabout a friend who was critically injured when a jackass kicked him in his barn. The doctor came, examined the man, then knelt over him and said he was going to die. 'I sure do hate to ha ve it written on my tombstone that I was killed by a jackass,' the man said. 'Could n't you make me live long enough to die of pneumonia?' " Hays said he wouldn't chal lenge the write-in move but he hoped others would. "All those Southern boys better look out from now on," he said, "because if Faubus can do it in Arkansas then any governor anywhere can knock off someone he doesn't like in the Last few days." A church man, Brooks Hays will do most of his speaking for moderation in his' capacity as president of the Southern Baptist Convention. Four Baptist ministers in Little Rock, incidentally, campaigned against him. I usually count on one stroll down Franklin Street every day. Down the allev oast the Porthole and then out to the hurly-burly (Note: The new title of this column is to satisfy confusion of our-main drag. Sat- a member of the student body who feels that I unlay nights I head west, make write while in a state of inebriation. His feelings careful note of Robbins' latest misguided, but his judgment may, in some re window display, look hungrily in pects, be correct. And may his banner long TheU's bakery window, then guide wave ) my steps to the Carolina to take in (Note No. 2: This particular column is dedicated the latest flick. Or perhaps I cross to a chance acquaintance with whom I had a de-, the street and peek at the shoes in jjghtful conversation.) Alexander's, brief myself on the football scores on Jeff's black THE STORY OF SALLY board, and try the popcorn at the j Varsity. Some days further west A Fable' , sugar and coffee to buy at Shield's, Once upon a time there was a pert little girl ' the New Yorker at Sloan's, and named Sally who decided to come to college. Mom some necessity at Vic Huggins or ma and Poppa Sally were against her going forth the five and dime. I can stand on into the world of Sin, but she was adamant: (Actu the comer of Franklin and Rose- ally, she was Sally, but a date once raised the point mary and see the, sun set and the that she was Adamant too.) lights begin to flicker up from Sally had a terribie time deciding where she down Carrboro way. should go for her education, but in no time at all My path on a warm fall after- a friend convinced her to attend A.C.D.C.U. Off noon may lead east on Franklin she went in a Baze of Glory (invicta, Electra, Le street. Past the profusion in Ju- Sabre and Blaze of Glory.) She loved her new insti lian's window and the chic crea- tutjCnt for it was covered with ivy (glued on) and tions ;of the Little Shop or down had lots of nice looking boys, the other side of the street with the worn benches and the flower Her social life was very . very active because vendors. Check on the progress she was pert, pretty, and pronrscuous. (Sally had at -the Methodist Church, pick up chaneed) It was such a success, to be sure, that she a package at the Post Office, and decided that she ought to pledge a sorortiy. And then try an ice cream cone from aU sororities wanted her. But she was choosv the Dairy Bar. Before I walk on an3 joined XYZ, a good sorority and one w;th a to the place where Franklin Street hiSh reputattion among all those nice looking boys, contrasts campus with residences, Niht after night she tripped the light fantastic. I'm drawn into the Intimate, then (Breaking seven table lamps, four pictures, eighteen the tempting sounds gushing forth giasRes, and one picture tube in the nrocess.) All from Kemps lure me anew. the boys thought she wr,s fantastic. Life was fan- "Atmosphere''. again. I love our tastic. School was fantastic. Bovs were fantastic, village. If I had to choose one Everything was fantastic and she had the most place to live, I'd take Chapel Hill, gummygummy time in the world for with all her faults she has . . .,..' But Sally was not all play and no worK. sne did her Education every nuht, thought D.A.' 20 was terrific, loved Classics 32. and flunked Music 41, which turned out a little differently than she had anticipated. She made one A, two B's. a C, and an F, which she put off to a lack of empathy with th? subject. many more charms, not one of the least being Franklin Street. Faults for any village, town, city, has its faults but to me, one of these does not appear in the form of a parking meter." We have a village touched with colon ial charm but are parking meters Sally ran for Secretary of the Student Body and any less villagey than, say, the made it. She was cute and all the voters agreed gas pumps at George Barclay's from the full profile publicity shot. Nothing was 'tit1 the very cars we drive? Prog- in her way. Everybody loved her, and she loved ress is one of those things we can't everybody. (Which disproves the age old assertation lump. It's here to stay and with that one has to be a lover before heshe is accepted it come a few things we might not by the mass as a "lovable thing.'") like but may as well accept. Jn thg middle of her seni()r year SaHy becamg There were days without taxes, a loyer and her popularity rapid!y declined. She copyright laws, free public educa- was greedy grabbyf and very yery possessive about hob. aays wne men were lyncnea her new boy friend she kept ner roommate up all on Main drags, plagues ravished the homes of America, our fore- night talking about him, and.horet the entire sonirv ty with the rather poor photograph she pinned on fathers had to scrape and struggle the front of her notebooc. tor tneir very existence No one seems to mind the aboli- She was a cheerleader, too. That was fun, and tion of smallpox, the coming end became a very adaptable outlet for any exhibition- t 1 A. A m "1 f T 1 A ' f "There is still enough good will Letter From Olyinpus Two completely different views of ihe nature of contemnorarv music will be exemplified in a Petite Musicale shortly after Thanks giving. They will be expressed through the compositions "of Tom Rice and Peter Ford, two graduate students of the local music depart ment. While Mr. Rice writes for traditional instruments and .relies on the music itself for originality, Mr. Ford writes for revolutionary arrangements of instruments (such as bow-and-arrow, flyswatter, water-hose, bursting-light-bulbs, etc.) and relies on the music for solidity. ' - ' -. Mr. Rice was born in 1933. His music studies Were accomplished at the Catholic University in Washington, D. C, with Thaddeus Jones (a former graduate of UNC), Joseph Wilcox Jenkins and Wil liam Graves, but he is, as he insists, primarily self-taught, and he relates how, as a child, he figured out by him.seif the complicated system of music theory. He has played the violin, piano and, in later years, the . double-bass, which he now plays in the University Orchestra. He was a teacher of the double-bass at the Catholic Uni versity, and he also conducted the Junior Orchestra there. Interested, in Mr. Rice's approach to composition, ve visited him in his office and, surrounded by piles of books, music paper, old compositions and Picasso prints, we sat down. Cordially, Mr. Rice pushed aside the double-bass leaning against the wall and took a seat. "Music should entertain. Anything extra that can be read into it must, of necessity in the case of pure music, be read into it by the r audience. The exceptions to pure music would bo vocal music, politi cal music and program music. For successful communication between the audience and composer the music must capture the audience's attention and, to do this, it must be -entertaining." He told us that he was now working on an opera on the Perseus Medusa legend from a libretto by Russell Link, and that it was sche duled for production in the spring. We bade Air. Rice a grateful goodnight arid proceeded to the Carolina Coffee Shop, where we were toneet Peter Ford o discuss, among other things, his opinions of classical orchestrations - - Born in 19oi, Mr. Ford studied at Yale University under Quincy Porter and received his M.M. degree at Converse College. He was instructor of the piano at Brevard College, in North Carolina and was the composer for, and a member of, , the Brevard Percussion En semble. , ' - v :: His approach to music is experimental, involving sound relation ships rather than music in. the j usual sense of the word and, as a matter of fact, many of his piec?s are titled ."Structured Sound," and none of his pieces exceed one Jhinute in length. , This is, apparently, all the time needed to achieve : the, particular effect he is after. He is the author of two-volumes of poems entitled "!' " and "united states of : body-sour' "Modestly pouring his second cup , of coffee from the new coffee containers at the Coffee Shop, He smiled bennigly, and lit a cigarette. . : - . "Music is nothing but a continuum of discrete sound-events in spatial variation ... a mathematics of feeling, the new being -ah algebra of the old's mere arithmetic". - Mr.. Ford's very algebraic group of instruments includes a water pistol, electric frying-pan cooking crisco, alarm-clock, balloons, gong,' ratchet, flyswatter, typewrite?, piano, timpani, . 3-way-. locomotive whistle, party horn, snare drum, window-pane and hammer head, bass drum, woodblock, triangles,fwater-hose, bow and arrow, 25-watt, bulb, cello, double-bass, lambourine, bicycle siren, cider bottle,, castenets, high whistle, low whistle cymbals, mouth siren, glockenspiel, mara cas, tone-block, violin, duck-call cap-gun, ' tom-tom, bird-whistle and goose-horn. to name a few. , The concert, scheduled for December is free of charge and the public is cordially invited. C.L. , of polio; houses with central heat ing 'and now air-conditioning; cars which speed along smooth high- Ways with the added luxury of rec- ism she might want to get rid of. In short, life was very good to Sally. It was even better when she dropped her steady and returned to the three P's. When Sally left the campus no one really missed dfd players, swivel seats, and push her. Sure, she had her picture in the yearbook in button gear-shift. Nobody com- five or six places, and the girls in the sorority all plains about' the free education remembered her, but no one really missed her. we're given, or stereo sound, color And she was a good f irl, too she was sweet, TV, Cinerama, or a fine first-rate and kind, and a little impulsive, and thought about university like Carolina. All of us herself a lot, and pretty, and maybe a little con may not like modern art, chemise ceited about it, but she was a good girl. So when dresses, progressive jazz, James she left no one missed her because a lot of Joyce, and a lot cf other modern wonderful Sallys were Tight there to take her place, -innovations but even the most traditional-loving of us wouldn't v M0RAL: may have ripped her to pieces in the go back, to living in a colonial Past but I've grown to know the Carolina Coed home sans plumbing, or wearing and I think she's pretty doggone "jd. celluloid, collars or hoop skirts; or Saturday night dates via cov ered wagons. , . Progress is here to stay, even on the sunlight streets of Chapel Hill, especially on Franklin street. For $21.90 you can hitch your car to one of those ; bronze or silver parking meters for one hour every uic jrrur. u oa ui ucux. except Monday and Most of us who can afford carS examination periods .n.uac ihu6 wuuucnm hwu- Bn(J summer terms, sters) can afford that extra sum Entered as second and not many of us park down class matter in the town one hour sr day every day office in chapei anyway we're home for vacations jj q t under and summers and we have classes the act of March 8 that keep us busy. j870. Subscription Chapel Hill . city . fathers have rates: $4.50 per so gone out of their way, it seems to mester, ' $8.50 per me, to be extra nice about the ear. whole thing. If you forget to pop that nickel in the slot and get one of . those pretty tickets you aren't even bothered with traSfic court just slide your fine into one of the little red boxes. . Chapel Hill offers us a great deal. Not many villages . of Wyt mty Ear eel The official stude-ai publication of the Publication Board of the University of North Carolina, where it Is published daily whltfo (it it , ! ,.-.- wry , , -??r - ; Editor CURTIS GANS Managing Editors CHARLIE SLOAN. CLARKE JONES comparable size have the variety Business Manager WALKER BIJVNTON of stores that we r visit on Frank- Coed Editor " lin Street there are few Inti- mates, fewer Kemp's. Other Advertising Manager smaller and less intriguing muni- Asst. Adv. Manager . JOAN BROCK FRED KATZIN JOHN MINTER cipalities have parking meters and Ngws t0T there's no reason why Chapel Hill ANN FRYE shouldn't add a little revenue to Subscription Manager itsjoften. iy y r Assistant News Editor If they're really repulsive to you ; there are , several alternatives. Associate -Editor Sell your car. There's no charge AVERY THOMAS ED RINER ED ROWLAND Sports Editor fof walking. Squint your eyes and pretend they're gen-u-ine hitching Assistant Sports Editor posts, vintage 1804. And there's RUSTY HAMMOND ELLIOTT COOPER Arts Editor always the Bell Tower parking lot for those stubborn ones who just Circulation Manager cant ;part with that 1959 Caddy ANTHONY WOLFF BOB WALKER Eldoraddv' Any other suggestions? I'm listening. v Chief Photographer BUDDY SPOON Night Editor O. A. LOPEZ