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THE UHC NEWS WEDJESDXY;'AUSUSr 19, Tf59 PACE 2 BY-WILLIAM CORPENING Amphibious Thinking ' Mas Merit- Carolina; Hoorahl The fuss over abandoning passenger train service to Durham, Greensboro and Raleigh is a problem which affects Chapel Hilltoo. Perhaps -we should demand passenger Service all the way into Chapel Hillor up to" Cartboro, like we used to have it. One thing that might be done to bene fit Durham would be to inaugurate a sys tem of rail transportation surh as exists in v tome places in Europe. . There are bus-type railroad cars, carry ing 30 to 50 passengers, that can run on i;tils. Yet the bus-trains also are equipped ' with rubber tires. When the vehicle gets to the railroad station in a town, the rail wheels can be elevated ' and ; the rubber wheels lowered, and the bus, can travel on the. highways and streets as well as on the rails. lf -we put our' minds to it, we might even be able to visualize a bus, a passen ger rail train, and a helicopter that could all be combined into one vehicle, a local man suggested. " It's thinking like this that will solve our transportation problems. The thinking must be free-wheeling, flexible, and capa ble of being air-borne, on highways or on rails, or in the sea lanes. A Time For Shouting! 1 It's practically over now save the tumult and the shouting. Five weeks are history, 35 days- are marked off the calender, 840 hours have scurried to a past tense and 50,400 minutes Lave been experienced by the Bell Tower. Arid the UNC News made it to the street five times. Sometimes we wondered if this publica tion would ever get out of its Graham Me morial Offices. Other times we had the same fears after the copy was assembled at the printing shop in Carrboro. Now our fears are history just like the many days which comprised the' second' summer session here This is a time for bouquet throwing, thank you's, acknow ledgements and gratification. It's the hardest thing to do. But the most heartering. First off, a debt of gratitude is owed to Pete I vey, Director of the U.N.C News Bureau whose editorial help, advice and Professor Heatwave column often saved us. The staff, comprised of Jane McCorkle, Eloise Walker, Bill Corpening, Tim Ste vens and Sandy Jarrell, added the necessa ry spice to our cake. We owe them a tip of the typewriter. A special thanks to an especially capable newsman Special Features Editor Stan Fisher for his mechanical genius and creative touch to what otherwise might have been a prosaic publication. The list is long, but not too long to list. So without further vacillation dipped in nostalgic nonsense, the following people are our creditors " in this intangible busi ness known as gratitude:1 ' Graig Gibbom.'our Business Manager, Dr. A. vK.y King, Director of the Summer Sessions, members of the University Pub lication's Board, employees of the Univer sity News Bureau, Sam Magill, Assistant Dean of Student Affairs, Howard Henry, Director of Graham Memorial, and Jack", Howard, Shank and the boys at the shop. And the biggest bouquet of all to the students here, who may have read an issue or two and kept us in businessl WAYNE THOMPSON Off The Cuff Summer at Carolina is a re markable season. In June, "when , all the regulars stampede home, trailing clouds of shredded texts," outsiders from ' other campi swoop in to pick up the pieces. The ensuing clamor is enough ; for Silent Sam's musket to go ' off unheard. Come August, and anohter exodus even noisier," even more furious, than any- thing that went before. Yet, in September, almost everyone re-' " turns. What is it that drays students back like boomerangs? In an' effort to pin the answer down for all time, we call again on Susan ("Frisky") Doberman. The question put to Miss Dober man was. "Are you coming back to Car olina this fall, and if so, why?") "Are you kidding? "God, I love this place! I mean, sure, I'm flunking just about everything except Lenoir Hall, but God! you can't have everything! That's what I keep trying to tell my mother. She keeps writ ,Jng me and saying, 'Susan Dob , erman, if yotf send home an other report card like the one we got last session, you're gon na have a heap of t'xplainmg to do.' 'and so on. I keep trying to ' tell her "What's that? Gosh, I don't know what it is about the place. Yes, I guess you could say it's a kind of how did you pron ounce it? nostalgy Xsic). I mean when you get right down to brass tacks, this is just about the nostalgiest place this side of Flanders Fields. "Like Kenan Stadium, for in stance. You know how nice it is there 011 a hot summer night. It's so wonderful just to stretch '"-out on one of those Weachers and, you know, cool off. And you meet more people ' you know there! I guess that's what you'd call a real nostalgy place. "And that sun dial, that's an other one. Oh, did. I ever tell.. you 'about that time we had there one night? "Oh, it was funny! There was me, see, and Eddie (he was my date that nighU-I don't know him very well),-and Carolyn (she's my roommate), and tier date ( I can't remember his name), and we all got together and Eddie and what's-his-name made a ladder with their hands, and Carolyn and me climbed up on that long shaft and slid down! "God, it was fun! The fun iest part, though, was Carolyn got her dress caught one time, and she lost her balance and fell off! She didn't get hurt, though. She was real lucky, be cause her dress was caught good on the end of that shaft and she was just dangling there in the air. "Oh, we could hardly stop laughing, she looked so funny. She was real scared, though, and kept screaming for somebody to get her down before she fell and broke her head, and then when we" kept laughing' enough to stand up on what's-his-naime's back and rip her off. You should have seen the hole in her dress where that shaft stuck through. It was good material, though, or else it never would have heW that long rayon, I think. "You see what I mean when I say I'm coming back; donl you? God, when you get right down to brass tacks, you can't beat this place!" THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO SEE BUT WONT . . . EVEN IF I LIVE TO BE 105: Air-conditioning in all the classrooms . . . especially Saund ers Hall where students study history and sometimes - wish they had gone with Seward to Alaska.' And to think they call ed H a folly! A hew gymnasium or, better yet, a coliseum for basketball . games.- Somewhere Frank Mc Guire is still dreaming. A professor who respects the rights of students. A student who respects the position of a professor. A coed who hates big cars, fraternity parties, money, beach trips, movies, money, dinner at the Waldorf, Ger mans, money, cash, greenbacks ... a gal who isn't digging for gold. Something besides tea or cof-' fee far' lunch at Lenoir Hall.' A merV dormitory ?sans noise ... or tin underground rtudy hall; similar to la sewer pipes, where ambitious students can study in cool quiet. A free parking place on Franklin Street. No cops on Franklin Street. No parking tickets issued on Franklin Street. . No cars on Franklin Street No Franklin Street! A Univac in every Home . . . something every housewife can't do without a brain besides the one in ber head. A football player who weighs 130 pounds and a basketball player who stands 5-6. A bar in Chapel Hill which doesn't manufacture its atmos phere and one which sells mix- ed drinks over the counter. Yes, I believe in the Easter Bunny too. A bowling alley . . . any ' damn place in walking distance of the campus. A House mother who doesn't feel like all college students are transfers from the funny farm. A sober student carrying a drunk campus policeman to bed A University squirrel who is just a little afraid of students. Or a campus canine that does n't look like it just won the Academy Award for stunt work in Xassie Come Home." An "easy" quiz that was fail ed by a poor student. A "tough" quiz that was racked by an "A" student Ice cold water spouting out of the fountain at the Old Well. Or even better, ice cold beer. Students sitting on the steps of the Library at night with academic pursuits on their minds. A freshmen who doesn't get lost in the stacks. A freshmen who doesn't get lost. A fresh men who doesnt act like a freshmen. A senior who doesn't think he's educated. A grad student who thinks he's immature. A professor who admits he hasn't read "Dr. Zhivago". A pretty, social-minded coed who doesn't think God lives in a big house;- A newspaper editor who doesn't smoke three packs of cigarettes a day, and one who gets paid enough to buy three . packs a day. - Finally, a new attendance rule providing for free cuts during exam periods. Like I said before, I'd like to see some of these things materialize but I won't . . . not for at least 82 more years. Then Til be 105. UNC NEWS Editor: Business Manager: Special Features Editor: Staff H. Wayne Thompson, Jr. Craig Gibbons Stan Fisher .. Bill Corpening, Jane McCorkle, Tim Stevens, Sandy Jarrell, Eloise Walker Publications Board: 1 Sam MagilL Mrs. Martha DeBerry,' ' Prof. Ken Byerly and Pete Ivey General Manager: Director of Summer -Session: Offices Telephone Sam Magill Dr. A. K. King Graham Memorial . 93361 or 3371 SUNBURN Somehow it happens; a fella asks you to write a column 'cause he needs some space filled in his first issue. You sit down and start dreaming away about everything you've heard and seen in the last year that anyone could possibly smile at. You turn in the first one not that you think it's anything spectacular, but it does fill space. Oh well, at least you don't have to sweat it again . . . ever! The same fella puts in an ap pearance again: "If you're go ing to write a column, you're going to have to have one every week or it's gonna look mighty funny." So another hour is . spent dreaming before a vacant-eyed typewriter with an even more vacant mind. The weeks fly by and, though never particularly im pressed by the -stuff that comes out you decide itV going from bad to worse. You like your humor subtle and go all out to make it that way. And how, from that stand point, at least, you succeed! Some of your drivel is so sub tle that after seeing it in print, it's even too subtle for its writer. . Some weeks the stuff is strained . . . seme weeks it's half-fietitous; every week it's a chore. ' ThereVebeen e lot of stor ies about hard - drivin', hard drinkin' newspapermen put out. All of these legendary men of the game are pictured bent ov er some antique typewriter, necktie askew, hair tousled, baggy-eyed with cigarette butt dangling from lower Up and all the while they'r'e making that antique hum as they turn out columns on columns of golden journalistic truth. Alaybe it just ain't so! You By STAN FISHER begin to wonder if a more ac curate picture might not be the same man physically, but this time with a far away gaze in his eyes as he tries to figure out what in earth he's going to put - on paper. - Always gotta try 'n be clever . . . original . . . creative . . . maybe a little cynical . . . sar castic; who cares? Be anything but be with readers. Always there's the fear 'that some morning the alarm will ring, you'll get out of bed and . , . wham! You won't have a darn thing to write about. . Hown hell, you ask, does a daily columnist turn out some thing every day when you cant even do it once a week? How does he? Finally, a couple of seem ingly light years later, the long - awaited, dreamed - about last' issue comes . . . And you don't have to sweat it again . . . ever!
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