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a FAOl TWO TRW DAftY TAR RIL Letter To Chuck Ross An ()tii I .rim In dim k Ross: I..IM nin'4 uluii I took out .is editor, I w.in hud with t Ik- pinMun , .tttcnit in. to pill out I ln p; ;n-r uili tin- aid l rlu Minll- M -i 1 1 m tin- liiMon o 1 u- l).iil T.n I li d. Uoii Mhiiii.iic. I Hi. mi Coopir. 1 i .mk ('.niutlur .iihI a Iru it I it! wiic .ill ih.it wv li.nl. I (.in will iciiicuihii in.mv .ilu-i imuih wluii inn i liner o un would pul mil ilu cniiir p.ijri l oium-Ims. Two wirU .duv I Ui.mic cdititi I .ippio.u lu'd mm .md .ixkcd u il u milu In- inu-ioicd in tilling ilic piNt l iii.m.i-i! (diiiM ilncr d.us lt uttk. llir uilur llurr in lir li.indliil h Sluun.iU'. At lli. it tiiur. I h id no r.nlhK idr.i nh; i mmi iild in (Mildn't dn iniui.iliii( .dlv. I (nl klirw lh.it ur iKidvd help. Yon wtuf l.urd with thr iimiiirnti tlis t.ik l Iciiniii- .ill thr tii(ks ol tlu- uadr in thr xp.ur ol .i Irw horns, and thru slipping in iininrdi.iu to i this kr joli. I h. oii h.ir doiK- a ood joli is now a ln.iitri ol ac tt ptrd Lul. I only Impr tli.it ur .invm i4i n with us has lirlulitid mui a miiih as mir wn k has aidid us. And mi on mmm I.inI d. v with ih. I takr ihi oppoi inuiiN o ay thank mmi lor a job wrll done. All ol us har it)jord il iratlv. Pnvi.s 11. )'nui. i.tlitoi on brhiill of I'hr Dailx l a, H, ,1 Shift We Know It Was You W'r .ur lui iotis about thr iiu ( iise.ilY mix .n riar ol justii r whidi roultrd in ihr diMiiisN. I ol diaiuiN against SalK l'ullcii l.'st I iid.i nijit at thr annual I'M) I.c-a! I'i.i K i nit Mo k I i ial. .Sudi hlaiani in rsponil)ilit on thr pait o iIiom- t (Minn ird with thr Mm k Trial is a li.id rvunplr lor our ouii'4ii students. II Miss I'ullrn (.in -o un-punidu d lor ti(h an mip.'idci.iMr a t as liiM drur iiuudrr. vc hatr lo think whrir it will slop. I'nlrss thr Women's llouoi ('omt(il will take action wr .ur aliaid that the nundcr will o uu .iNtirtd. h was indeed a d.uk day lor heal iiistiie. We know it was mui. Sall I'ulkii. and wr won't u vf Till Aoii'lr InliilHl li.-js. Lenoir Doth . . . I lu- following is an unknown porin. a tinned h an unknown wiiur. aitukiii; known piol.lrru. W'r itniir your atirntion I he otlu i da w hilr in I .enrh And in a hun-iy mood n ic l In lights I he.iul .1 oi( r ai i-r S.iili;4 ial No Moir I.I NOIR doih mui, let lood. Merry Christmas I th MilOn IS 4l W(. 2. Th fir.on i losing lh ... b.imy 3. The nation mull vrtlv o'i-ii ttrrt fhc orrulnl lu.Ttnl m.).(iMlori ot the I'ul.iuiUKiii Ju d of h- I'nivtTMiv of North Carolina -vhe.e i' il puhluhod duly xit-pt Mmi la at-' ex.nnination peniuls and Mimmcr tcrnn. Enter js s'Cind cia.s m.-'cr in 1 1 j -post office in Chap- I Hill, N. C. nriflcr tin ac of March 3. 1810. .Suhscription r1vs: $4 1)0 per so niestci, y, oo p,., fear. Thi I),u!v Tar HcpI is printed hv , thf News Inc.. Carrboro, N. C. i. ''-''' -'. ,V ' ?i if vJffih Carol !; '-';'- hft' first.' rf.V-' 1rn4 its. ttoor$ ; Editor . As.-oeiale Edit-ir Editorial Asst. Mana-in- Editors Bu.'.inot.s Mriaer Sports Editor feature Editor Coed Editor i'hoto Editors Adxcrtisins Manager Aihibtaat Lditor DAVIS B. YOUNC h: .k ci;ovtiik7 m'eol' i5edden CHICK KOSS EAIUJY SMITH WALK EH HI ANTON ELLIOTT COOl'KR MAUY ALICE HOW LET IF JOSIE M()RRrr DILL liKINKIIOUS I'ETEK NESS UAKKY Z A SLAV VIIICLMA AI.DK.K IJON SHUMATE Ncwi Lditora Subscription Manager . Night Editor , DEE DANIELS EDWARD NEAL RINEU EI) SCIIENCK CI5AIG MOORE Movie Review THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17, Its? "Uelcved Infidel" may very well be the year's best comedy. At any rate, it's got one of the funniest sin-le scenes 0f the year: F. Scott Fitz-erald ior it might be better to refer to him as Gregory Peck is very drunk and very angry with his mistress, Sheilah Graham again, let's caM her Deborah Kerr i; so he runs for the revolver lie keeps in his bedroom. It's not certain whether Peck wants to kill himself or Deborah Mor he is a wry unhappy man', but this terse and eMieacicus seem- is a fine ex ample ol low comedy. For a mo men". Deborah chases alter Gre gory: then Gregory pursues De borah. Then Gregory arrives in the bedroom, but for some rea.son or another he can't find the gun. All Hie dresser drawers go on the Moor. Deborah lands on the floor. She kicks, she screams, she bawls. He laughs maniacally, he yells, he pulls out more dresser draw ers. Hy this time I was so busy trying to halt my hysterics that I forgot to notice whether or not lie ever finds the gun. But neither comedian gets hurt. I know, be cause alter that the movie goes on and on and on .... The rest of it is highly disapjKiinting. It's not nearly so funny. "They Came to Cordura" is in deed a more serious picture. It is aU) a strange and unusual film. And, in view of the fact that it stars such familiar, usual per sonalities as Gary Cooper. Rita Hayworth, and Tab Hunter, "Cor dura" is a surprisingly success ful attempt at something new in Hollywood horse opera. Actually, there is very little in tlie movie to place it in the horse opera class. It is, at the core, an intense study o! human person ality and alues; and its irony is thai the best of human values here are not necessarily found in the best ol human personality. The moie's central character 'Gary Cooper is an American army of ficer during the time when, in r.Uti' Pancho Villa was making attacks on Texas. Cooper's sole duty is to view each important ba tie Irom afar and to select men v.ho, in battle, have shown rc niarkujle courage, who have lived beyond the requirements of every day human endeavor. The story opens i:h an attack by the Amer ican cavalry forces on a Mexican villa where Pancho'.s men are tak ing refuge. The cavalry succeeds in taking the outpost, and Cooper lias selected lour men for the Me dal ot Honor. In order that the nun might receive the medal be hre returning to battle and pos siole death. Cooper is then as signed to carry them across the border to a small town called Cor v.u:a. wive the heroes will be given their re a aid lor brave con duet. Two oIIkts are to join them: a s !.iier from another battle who is also to receive the medal, and an American woman accused of. treason 'it was her villa that the ( .)(.. ny was occupying. O.i the way. Cooper questions each man as to wh it motivaled him to endanger his liie lor the sake of others. None cm give him a satisfactory answer. In fact, as the tale progresses, it becomes ap parent that none of these "heroes" is consciously a hero at all in deed, nearly every one of them is, in his own way, something far less than heroic. One 'Van I Iff -In is a sadistic fiend and wants ar.jthir.g but to return to the S ates, where he is wanted for murder. Another 'Richard Conte is an ignorant no-gooder who would rather be transferee to the quartermaster corps, where the g ing won't be so hard, than to receive any medal. A third '.Tal) Hinder is a seliish. ambitions y ung professional soldier, who be-' l eve.s the honor might actually thwart his career. And so on. By the time they're well on their way, everyone wants dcsperatelj to turn back save lor Cooper, who despite everything believes that each one of these men has something in him uhich must be recognized. Eventually they get lost, but it becomes more a mat ter of whether they'll kill each other (.If than of whether they'll arrive at their destination or not. The story itself is strange enough, but the execution of it by the actors and by Director Robert R o s s e n heightens the effect. Co( per's performance is a sur prisingly sensitive one. and the re;t of the cast, in particular Mr. IleHin. are all more than ade quate. The camera work and color are well into the mood of the work, and the background score is noble and unobtrusive. "Cordura" has its Haws: for one thing, it is often an awfully .slow-moving picture. JACK UARGETT Foreign Matter I I I fr 1 I I 5 j' 1 1 A?L LOAMS '' ' Her block it iray due to illness Perspectives By Yardley the or Jonathan Yardley In the smelly, packed ballroom of a dingv Har lem hotel about 250 people gathered for three davs last week to ballyhoo and rally round their partv Hag. Their party, once a source of terror and anx iety to all overly-conscientious Americans, is a dying force, and they are the maggots and leeches who cling to the body until all the blood and strength has been sapped outthey are the seven teenth convention of the Communist Party of United States of America. In 1915 there were almost 80.000 ropistorr-l professed. Communists in the United States; todav mey can register their thousands of membership on two hands. The Diilv Worker, partv scamlal mrnering pp- which became famous durin- the lal'er r.-r-t of the forties and the davs of Joc Mc Carthy is defunct: the weekly Warkrr. its belated successor. h:is a circulation of less than 15 000 The decline and fall of the American Comnvi "'t n-iriv ran be attributed to numerous factors The party thrived on the depression, and banked it hopes of success on th possibility (;f another depression after the war. Tho hoMrs were r it realized; the American rccnniiv f: mrished and the basic party idea, that a canilalist society is unstable was proven wrong. The left wing intellectuals who lomed the party in the 30's in hopes of achieving v lonia negn to realise that tbe Common!, I torn brH vrrv 'itl'. more, if not less, to offer Ih the camfalvd idologv. Amoni thoo intoWtajs w-r, Arthur Room ier. Ignazio Silone. Hif-hanl Wright. Ardre Gide louis Fischer. Stephen Sprmder. and Howard Fast Thoi.eh not all American, ihov tynifv the intellectu als who joined the party. Brilliant .and disillusioned they vere seeking the i 'eal world, the Utopia which a denression-firn capitalist world did not seem to offer. In the late forties these men erased their party connections: they had become convinced lhat com munism was as destructive a force as man had ever invented. Six of them wrote "confession," and collected them in a litt'e hrok called The God That Failed. The bcok was an infant success, per haps because it was such an intensely personal, re- svs an vealing document. Another force which did much to destroy com munism in America was Joe .McCarthy. Himself a potent force for evil, this demagogic creature preyed so mercilessly on the public, the innocent as well as the guilty, that he covved the entire natim into a groveling submission. People were terrified of tbe word "communist" not because or the implication of Russia or of totalitarianism, but because of the social ostracization it implied. Only the nerveless and daring remained in the party, and its fringe element, which it desperately needed for existance. died out. crushed into dark earners by the sweeping hand of America's om nipotent "force of good." Further decreases were brought about by the great amount of anti-communist feeling which came into being with the invasion of China, the constant rumors of purges and liquidations in the Soviet Union, and the fear of communist aggres sion at home or on allied soil. The Communist Party is not a political force in this country; it probably ha little influence in government, underground or open. It is a collection of men. most of them rather old and tired now, who still cling to the doctrines of Marx and En gels. They arc not interested in espionage or sub terfuge; they are interested in a new America. Be cause they are not interested in the same new America that we are des not give us the right to snrpress and penalize them for their beliefs. The Senate Un-American Activities Committee and all the" other zealously militant organizations that con tinue to prosecute tl;e innocently idealistic Com munists are hurting America more than they arc helping. They are giving us a reputation for sup pression of 1'rce thought. None of us may agree with the Communist doc trine, but our nation was founded on a principle of fair-mindedness that grants the minority the right to free socech. We should have the confi ' ft? nee in our system 1hat tells us we will survive ah-n-e and beyond criticism. When we allow that f-itirism to come not only frPm within our own ideology but frcm within another, we will be by that very act asserting the strength of democracy. Fabian Forever-II Miles Gillespie We went to the Animal Fair And the animals sure were there; They romped and they stomped, They chewed and they chomped, At the Fabian Animal Fair, There were about four thousand animals at the Fabian Fair Mon - day night, and they put on a barn yard show which would have made old MacDonald turn over in his grave. It was an all-star more or less show that featured a number of big. (more or less names, but the real attraction was the audi ence itself. ' The Daily Tar Heel, using its usual ingenuity, persuaded the producers of the "Lrve Fabian Show" to send over a few tickets in exchange' for a little mention of the show, and so, ducats secure ly in hand, we marched full force to the Greensboro Coliseum in search of entertainment. The fun, however, came from the least ex pected places. The Zodiacs opened the show with a few rompin' stompin' num bers to unlimber the audience, and then turned the stage over to a plethora of minor artists such as the Delicados, the Casuals, the Browns, the Fleetwoods, Floyd Robinson, Tommy Lee, and some character who sang a song called "Ski King" but we didn't catch his name. As the show progressed, the audience, w hich had started wi h a burst of enthusiasm, fell into a hush of tense anticipation. Obvi ously something was about to hap pen. Little girls, many of them chubby, began to cluster around the stage door, awaiting the ad vent. When he came on stage, the ceiling gracefully resigned itself to its fate and lofted gently sky ward. The floor sunk a few inches. The walls expanded. At least three thousand fat little girls unleashed their unearthly vocal abilities and gave vent to the most hair rais ing screams Greensboro had ever known. Most of these little ladies, who probably averaged something like fifteen years of age, committed themselved to their idol with a sort of enthusiastic resignation, but the chubby little lady in front of us was experiencing something that cannot be captured in writing. It must have been her day of release from hours of torment: huddled in front of her record player she must have dreamed for weeks of his coming. And when he came, she was ready. The cries seem to arise out of the depths of her scul. They were blood curdling, terrifying but awfully funny. As the performer brought his act to a crescendo, the little girls rose with him. They screamed and shouted, and when he jumped off the platform and headed for the audience a number of them could be seen in agonies of pleas ure that wc found hard, needless, to say, to comprehend. The fact that the ycung man could not sing did not seem to bother them. He was There - In Greensboro! And that was all they cared about. As they say in the vernacular, he gassed them. When he left the auditorium, a hush fell over the assemblage, Seme rushed toward the stage door in hepes of detaining their idol for a moment of reverent rapport, but they were to be de nied. The strong arm of the law. dedicated to the preservation of human or inhuman life and limn prevented them. They went home, disappointed, but satisfied. Letters Mr. Hastings is not a student on this campus, but an employee of the Hastings Furniturt Company in Reidsville, N. C. Editor To Mr. Paul D. Hastings: I should hope, for your sake, that you are not as pathetically ignorant as your disgusting letter to Mr. Young would lead its readers to believe. You may, however, be assured to know that you did manage to convince me of one thing: that you are w-asting the most important years of your life at one of the best "so-called (as you called them) institutions of higher learning." When you go home to Reidsville for the holiday season, why not stay? In your letter, you firmly stated that the Messrs. Cohen and Young would spend eternity in the fires of Hell. I didn't know that there were any real prophets in existence today. I have heard that there is, on campus, a beatnik who thinks he is Jesus Christ. Why don't you two get together, hire Memorial Hall, and try to lead all of the lost souls on campus into the "paths of righteousness?'' Hastings, you have (either through emasculated rhetoric, sheer ignorance, or conscious blasphemy) placed yourself into the ranks of Isaiah and Jesus Christ. They could prophesy; I, myself, doubt that you can. If you do wish, however, to continue to seek fame as a prophet, try' to learn something about the English language. May I suggest that you ask your English instructor to comment on adverbial modifiers at the next meeting. All pro phets should be well-spoken! You're a disgrace! Merry Christmas, Mr. Hastings. E. D. Montgomery Jr. Editor of the Daily Tar Heel: Mr. Richard Pierce's vague, rhetoricallyhysteri cal, pitifully pseudo-satirical reply lo my recent comments in the "Reader's Repository" is its own undoing. For darirg to suggest that Editor Young's "What About This" campaign and its allied teapot tempest crusades are out of perspective. I have been condemned by Mr. Pierce as a selfish egoist, spokesman for the "ignorant, complacent, and hy pocritical," and friend of social climbers, thieves, birds in the trees, and propagandists. Irnorant of what? Complacent to what? Hypo critical how? Mr. Pierce neglects to inform me. Since I (and apparently the rest of the reason ably sane population) am in dire need of salvation of the type Mr. Pierce has to offer (whatever it is). I could, in the least, expect him to descend from his pinnacle of personal vituperation, sclf r:ghteousness. farflown metaphor, pseudo-sati-e. ?nd ambiguously-directed zealousness. long enough ' " tell me exactly what he proposed to save me from. (If he knows.) In short, Mr. Pierce's letter exemplifies eloqu ently the impotent, misdirected, purposeless, perpetually-frenzied condemnation and crisis-cry produced by the type of thinking it seeks to defend. My thinking, says Mr. Pierce, would not appeal to the "angry young people of America in this twentieth century." To the 95 per cent of what Mr. Pierce considers the ignorant, complacent, and hypocritical of my fellow students, I would say, "I'm not angry, are you?" Pcrhans we would all be happier if Mr. Pierce and his sympathizers would calm down long enough to find out just exactly what it is they're excited about. Clyd Wilson Dear Sir: Sometimes I feel lhat there is no hope for man kind. When I see supposedly intelligent human be ings making fun of a valuable constituent of our armed forces such a our ROTC units, I begin to form some very serious doubts. I suppose this wierd type of individual has al ways been around. Perhaps he is generally unsuc cessful in life and feels that he must ridicule some thing. Maybe he is jealous of men in uniform. May be he is just stupid. There is no need lo expound upon the merits of the ROTC. Most people realize that it is a very valuable source of officers for our armed services and that its program is most important in that it is training our nation's military leaders. M-ybe some people are unable to comprehend this "hi? picture." It is possible that these people are just doing some friendly kidding. If this is true I apologize. Nevertheless, when I see people making fun of the ROTC I cr.n shut my eyes and see those same Al fred E. Neuman-Iike faces standing on the docks in 1492 pointing and -jeering at Columbus as he sailed out of the harbor. Joe McDonald Fabian? Unh. CiS' I SI CML.V W2 AIN'T Us Dear Mr. Young: 2 . Piosiy CANT MAJ TA.r 1 355 vout PCI. Y OKAVf 'Q'J WCVf UKB CZ .71 Y s ain't i scjtAb. )V d&eKSZl' L,WyWN1V S 5f . I J :J 11 1 Nf C 1 l i 1 i . in Z Ui :J l5A,N TA CtAlSj 1 1 S" IT HAS CJMc TJ OR ATTENTION TrUT WO Y3UR ON "Wc DEPORTMENT OF Tnt NWiDOM CHILD... AS U WhEThcR ThE CkIlD H'Ao BEEN G0O0 OR REAllY THINK IT If OJlSt TO ATTEMPT TO rAws SUJH XObMENT?- SAD? as SAY TC 0JS NElcH&32,"YWAS BAD... I AM v?OdD"?CA,Na)SAV Why the article "The Fool" appeared in the Fri day. Nov. 20 edition of The Tar Heel is certainly a mystery to yours truly. It must take a fool to write such gobblc-dc-gook. It must take a fool to allow same to be printed. One thing is for sure, it takes a fool like me to waste time writing to you: but it's too late to back out now. Davis, you seem to have a desire to awaken the UN'C campus to the seriousness of the time. Dut do you? Why of course you do. For weeks now you were so nice as to remind us of the "cold war" with your cute little three-part outline entitled "What About This?" But enough's enough. Now you have come up with the naughty "title, "So What?" You defeat your purpose. You even strengthen the I-don't-give-a-damn notion evident here today by the continued printing of "So What?" and more so by allowing such hog wash as "The Fool" to reach the irvr nnblie. Such articles make for good conversation and many a laugh but should be left in the street-1 ay STIAMt Davis Young and Cornell Holden anf uking C of Rusty Hammond's Side Swipts, "you can go to licll lor.." - ' ANOTHER FOOL Maurict McDonald