THE UNC NEWS WEDNESDAY, JULY 1 1959 PACE 2
Moon Watching Made Uneasy
The Elm At The Helm
that Moon?'
Don't t hop down the elm to widen Bat
tle Lane.
Hut permit parking on Battle Lane.
A posse of citizens intent on protecting
the natural beauty of Battle Lane as well
as guaranteeing rights to park cars there
are making the weight of their influence
felt by the Chapel Hill Board of Alder
men. Whether or not the elm is saved ana
parking continues, the day of final reck
oning is only postponed.
By WILLIAM CORPENINO
"The next time you see the
moon on the horizon, bend over
and' look at it from between
your legs. You will find that
the moon has shrunk and now
Let's Keep The Punches Up!
i To-stop a-ny squabbles 'and to forstall
any mudslinging and backbiting between
the cities of Raleigh. Durham and Chapel
Hill, a summit -meeting has been held and
an agreement reached to this effect: Each
community will put its best foot forward
in attracting new families who come to
live in the Research Triangle communi
ties. . .
Nobody will say anything mean about
, anyone else.
. It will be competitive cooperation, or
Something will have to be done event
ually about the narrow lane-which,
though slim and shady, is a vital artery
on the edge of the campus." Here live hum.
roc f cfnHpnr in structures immediate-
iiivvi-i w. JI1UUI1 uas su
ly adjacent to one ot Chapel tun s oiaesi looks about the same slze as
residential sections. it does when overhead."
.,,., this a prob.cn for some eavef.U Jhe f -
study by zoning and planning expeits. hag received the c0r.
And isn't it said we have a plentiful sup- roDorati0n of no less than fif-
ply of such experts hereabouts?? teen doctoral scholars
' i So much for the esteem in
' which it is held as a theory.
Here follows a transcript of
what took place when once,
. here at this University, it was
nut into Dractice:
cooperative competition. several moons ago, two psy-
Now that there's an overall referee, the cnaogy majors. Mr. X and
battle can be fought according to Marquis Miss Y (who prefer, for un-
of Queensbury rules. No hitting in . the , derstandable reasons, to re-,
flinches No rabbit punches and blows be- main anonymous), came out of
k w the belt Retire to a neutral corner the library after a study-date
Km me jcu. th and observmg that the
and come out lighting. - mo0n was nicely balanced on
As one Chapel Hilhan said: Kealisticai tne horizon immediately rush-
lv cooperation is the only way. Some of ed t0 the center of an adjacent
uJ rr-,n. live in Ralekh and Dnr- lawn and began maneuvering
1 1 1 liCSl juvjiv... -
ham.'
So Long, Coach!
By WAYNE THOMPSON
It was one of those days that
just sat there. You know the
' una motionles, quiet, hot
and humid.
Navy Field, scuffed - with
cleat marks from the day's
practice battle, nearly had the
scorching late afternoon sun
to itself now nearly that is!
The big man was left stand
ing in the center of it all. He
mopped his brow and survey
ed the area. He focused his at
tention on me and called over:
"Gotta cigarette?"
That was Sunny Jim's way
of saying hello to a friend and
I understood and was flattered
by the request.
. "Man, it's hot today, but a
good day to get into shape,"
Tatum remarked as he borrow
ed my lighter to light my cig
arette. "Smoking too much lately,"
he remarked as he took a deep
drag. "I gotta watch that.. It
bothers my throat now and
i then."
' The amiable Tar Heel men-
- tor took another drag and then.
as if oblivious of my presence.
. through it down, got on his
- hands and knees and started
; doing push-ups.
After straining through 10
or so. he got up, short of
breath and perspiring more
than normal, "A fellow's got
to keep himself in good phy
sical shape. I gained a lot of
weight on the banquet tour
this year . . . gotta lose it."
Jim Tatum, appropriately'
called the Bull Moose by his
player's, signifying his dyna
mic personality and vivacious
drive, was like a misplaced
Spartan soldier advocating phy
sical stamina as the main ne
cessity of healthful living.
How ironic it is for such
a man to be snuffed out in 45
short years by a malady that
doctors hesitantly term, "vi
rus". Jim Tatum has been called
a lot of things. Some of them
fact, some fancy and some just
word-of-mouth rumor. He was
shrewd, he was persuasive, he
was gentle and he was hard.-
But above all he loved life and
he loved people.
When- he prospered, he
wanted to share with his
friends. A Jim Tatum press
party was seldom forgotten by
newspapermen the next day.
When" things weren't going
well, he looked for friends, but
as is the case with many pub
lic figures, the band wagon
crews weren't there.
A diplomat par excellence.
Sunny Jim was in great de
mand all over the country as
a speaker. He always had the
right joke for the moment and
he loved to laugh.
As a football coach .Tatum
had few peers, if any, and he
earned the respect of every
coach in the game. He was
thorough a perfectionist
he had a desire to win and he
was considered as one of the
best organizers the game has
ever known.
Tatum's teams have often
been referred to as a machine.
Every cog functions efficient
ly to accomplish the best re
sults. If they didn't then Sun
ny Jim was displeased.
Coaching to Tatum was
somewhat like ruling an em
pire. He realized from his play
ing days that a winning com
bination needed a stern, com
petent leader . . . that's what
he aspired to be and that's
Youth Deserves It!
what he was.
Jim Tatum is gone now,
probably coaching on another
plateau and preparing his
team for another season. Caro
lina fans won't ever forget him
and each Saturday this fall, the
Tar Heel team that takes the
field will be a Jim Tatum
team despite the big fellow's
absence.
You see. Jim Tatum. the
man, passed on last Thursday,
but the Tatum grid machine
he so tediously built still liv
es on.
"A man should so live that
when he dies he will leave
something behind to be re
membered." James Moore Tatum so lived.
into the prescribed positions.
Mr. X had not completed
his before he heard a loud rip
in the seat of his pants, but,
in the true scientific spirit, he
disregarded it.
Miss Y had less trouble, with
the exception that the hem of
her skirt kept blocking her
view, but this she quickly rem
edied by tucking it behind her
head. There then followed a
period of a wed silence, broken
finally by these exclamations:
"Phenomenal!"
"It works!"
"Eureka!"
"What's going on here?"
The latter, of course, came
not from the enthralled moon
gazers, but from a campus po
liceman who had interrupted
his beat at the sight of what
appeared to him highly sus
picious goings-on. Now police
men are notoriously unscien
tific. Consequently, no matter
of explanation on the part of
the innocents could avail.
"Likely story!"- was the ser-
SUNBURN
SCENE: English sparrow
chasing Carolina squirrel
across lawn.
At least the sparrow wasn't
throwing darts.
Seventy-one persons voted in
last Wednesday's campus-wide
referendum! And probably
every one of 'em is. tied up in
student government.
IN CALDWELL CORRIDOR:
Monsterous dog carrying coed
owner's pocketbook in his
mouth as he followed her down
the hall.
From the observed interior
most coeds' purses, she
According to reliable sources, of
only 82 people turned out the must have lightened the load.
recently. After being snared a
few times in the course of a
lecture, she again rose to the
professor's ba;t with the quip,
"I'm afraid to open my mouth.;
"I don't think you are," the
professor ripped back.
Later she did it again.
The class was discussing
some philosophical aspects of
time.
"How do you measure time?"
asked the professor.
'You count the minutes,"
answered the lady who is a
"couple of years" older than
the average coed.
"You can't' tell me that you
do it," cut the prof again.
geant's gruff, sole response;
and before the , two of them
could say "Galileo", they were
marched off to the calabo6se
and locked up for the night on
a morals charge.
The next morning an -emissary
from South Buiulding ap
peared, and, after testifying to
the decency and sanity of the
prisoners, secured their re
lease. When the cell dcor was
opened, Mr. X and Miss Y
came out smiling. The emis
sary did a double take. His
conscience was little eased
when the sergeant pointed to
the windowless cell and fixed
him with a blatant sneer.
Jim Tatum
, In competition he was hap
py, friendly, aggressive. He
played hard, ruggedly and fair
ly. He tried to win.
A big man in every dimen-
sion, he was a man of extra
ordinary intelligence. He was
a scholar who excelled in more
than one attribute. His name
will rank among the greatest
of football coaches of all time;
he was a leader in his chosen
profession, admired and re
spected for his accomplish
ments in a unique American
specialty.
He was an articulate - man,
quick-witted and nimble'in hi3
mind as well as on his feet,"a
man of robust humor. He wa3
a man who aroused fierce par
tisanship. He was a man of
enormous capacity for friend
ship; he liked to be with his
friends, to be around them, to
talk with them, play with them
and work with them.
Although his team may win,
the University and the world
jf sports has suffered a loss.
For the great captain is gone.
The laughing happy warrior
is at rest.
By STAN FISHER
Dr. A. K. King, director of
summer sessions, who was on
the original planning commit
tee which brought UNC the
Univac 1105, confided recent
ly that he, like many others, at
first felt inferior to the me
chanical brain.
Then he passed on this ad
vice about how to regain the
superior feeling: "Just remem
ber that everything it does is
some form of addition."
HISTORICAL NOTE: The
Renaissance touched everything
but the Women's Residence
rules.
other night to hear guest bari
tone soloist Paul Hickfang sing
OVERHEARD: Coed, who
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., . . , JUSI milieu mi umuua, iciunj
Of that number only a few . ; .
persons were obviously recog
nizable as members of the un
dergraduate youth faction of
the campus.
That was a disheartening
try to find the top of the bell
tower and steer from there."
Why not the North Star?
The rumpus on the editorial
turnout, indeed, to hear one of page about modern art is get
America's finer soloists con- ting to be almost a regular
sidering that the majority of feature
the body were elders and not
representative of the 2.677 stu
dents enrolled here.
No wonder music critics are
saving youth deserves Rock 'n'
Roll!
Why don't they call a draw
and fingerpaint their impress
ions of each other?
Lady enrolled in a philos
ophy course - was . quite upset
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