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"minimi "if ""Mr" age Two THE DAILY TAR HEEL Saturday, January 14, 1CD1 .W.V.V.-.V, 1.V i-AWW.'.Vv.-, v;v. wiw.1. v.stv. .v.TOw.v.w.w.v.ftWAv.VA wa v.v.v. vw.w. v.w.v.v. .-.-..v.-.-.-a-.-.-.-.-.-.w.-. . -.-.-. -.--.-.-.-- vw.y.w...(W.v Some Of These Days, YouVe Gonna Miss Me, Honey O'Hara's Latest I" 'Sermons A nd Soda Water' Wi)t iBailp tar Heel i; In its sixty-eighth yeat of editorial freedom, ittihainpered by restrictions -J from either the administration or the student body, 5 , - U The Daily Tar Heel is the official student publication of the Pnblicd- ;j Hons Board of the University of North Carolina. Richard Overstreett Chairman. I All editorials appearing in The Daily Tar Heel are the person at exptes- p sions of the editor, unless otherwise credited; they are not necessarily represen- tative of feeling on the staff, and all reprints or quotations tmist specify thus. January 14, 1961 Volume LXIX, Number 8 5 In The Heart Of Darkest Georgia, Historical Figures Are Rising History is not being made in Georgia today; it is being re enacted. Legendary historical fig ures are rising from the dusty past to walk the earth again. We are witnessing not so much what is happening today as what has hap pened for all time. The traditional forces have gath ered for the battle; on the edge of the action the world watches, hor rified by the bitterness of the ad versaries. The brave and the cowardly are there; and so are the hesitant, the undecided, those capable of great courage yet fear ful of employing it. The brave students, Charlayne Hunter and Hamilton Holmes, neither of them having reached their twentieth year, stand before their enemies with a courage that is quiet and terrifying; because it is a courage of suppressing the hatred and fear of the heart, a courage that gnaws at the very marrow of the spirit, leaving often only wasted tears and futile smiles. The judge, W. A. Bootle, the guardian of the law, who denies his very people, to uphold that with which he has been trusted. He suf fers the ultimate burden of bear ing the hatred of his fellows be cause he is -committed to an in tangible law in which he believes. The weak and cowardly, the stu dents and their cohorts. They fight a battle not as individuals but as many; their collective action, how ever, soon becomes that of one frenzied, terrorrdriven individual desperately striving to shake the responsibilities of mankind. They pervert humanity until its ugly face grins not as that of the few but of the many. And the hesitant, the undecided, Governor Ernest Vandiver. In him is the material for heroism and greatness, and the barrier of fear and self-interest. A good, kindly man, he is bound by the empty statements of an election campaign and by the stigma which shackles his entire state. Yet there is in him, irrevocably, the genius of cour age; and there is on him, equally irrevocably, the burden of decision. This is the heaviest burden of all. This is a burden which weighs far more greatly than that held by Judge Bootle or the Negro students or their white adversaries. Gover nor Vandiver is the great historical figure, the man caught between warring factions. His commitment is a difficult one. At stake in this Georgia battle are all the hopes of America that have been dashed to the ground since first they were expressed. The hope of peace for all, the hope of equality, the hope of courage, the hope of democracy all of these hopes, and all of the fears which accompany them, are being tested in Athens, the quiet college town in Georgia. The eyes of the world are watch ing Athens, but these are not the most important observers. The eyes of history are watching Athens . . . watching, and waiting. Waiting for the outcome, waiting to see whether history will be re peated, to see whether hate and fear will again triumph over man kind. By some perverted twist of fate this town has become the focal point of man's destiny as a social being. Its success or failure will not. change the face of history; it will merely repeat or deny the his torical lesson. A Challenge To All Students In the last seven issues of The Daily Tar Heel we issued a chal lenge to the students of this Uni versity, a challenge aimed at a sys tem as traditional as Silent Sam or Y-Court. We questioned the va lidity of an honor code and cam pus code that have been the domi nant ethics on the campus for many years. The response has been only negligible, at least that which has reached the ivoried towers of the second floor of Graham Memorial. Yet the series was not written to be ignored; it was written to be read, to be approved or disap- P X. t i 1T4 :: S JONATHAN YARDLEY Editor Wayne Kmc, Mary Stewart Barer Associate Editors Margaret Ann Rhymes Managing Editor Edward Neal Riner Assistant To The Editor Henry Mayer, Lloyd Little News Editors Susan Lewis Feature Editor Frank Slusser Sports Editor Hakry W. Lloyd Asst. Sports Editor John Justice, Davis Young Contributing Editors Tim Burnett Business Manager Richard Weiner Advertising Manager Joint Jester.. Circulation Manager Charles Whedbee.. Subscription Manager Tub Daily Tar Heel Is published daily except Monday, examination periods and vacations. It is entered as second dais matter in the post off ice in Chapel Hill, N. C. pursuant with the act of March 8. 1870. Subscription rates: $4 per semester. $7 per year. The Daily Tar Heel is a subscriber to the- United Press International and utilizes the services of the News Bu reau of the University of North Caro lina. Iublished by the Colonial Press. Chapel Hill. N. C. M 1 I m pi i proved, to be discussed and acted upon. No presumption was made that a single soul would agree with what was said, charged and sug gested. A presumption ivas made, however, that is of more impor tance: that the students of the University of North Carolina would be sufficiently aroused to question, themselves, the validity of this im portant system. To date we have been disappoint ed by the reaction. Only a handful have taken the time to come to this office and debate the honor system with us; even fewer have gone to the trouble of putting their thoughts on paper. There is no such thing as a one sided debate, yet we have tried to start a debate and have only heard our own side. We want a fight, and the only warrior to appear has been ourself, albeit in hesitation. We want to get a discussion going which will result in practi cal efforts to improve upon a sys tem which is so obviously inade quate. We want to see students of this University genuinely con cerned, if only for once, about something that transcends the fra ternity house or the dorm or the playing field. We want to find a sincere interest in matters of im portance, and the honor system is such a matter. What we gain fr6m it or lose by it will be reflected in us for the rest of our lives. The honor system has been chal lenged. As a reader asked yester day, "is there no one to defend it?" ; it 1 j IS- 'Jim .- . - i -t . - J 1 1. jitsj, .zri i-.ii.' v" ' v 1. - JJ n u nfrfyL mm m if M TROSKAM r -v i- '"'I.. ' B" P mM. . John O'Hara's finest works have been novellas of especial note for their vivid, unsurpassed dialogue! True of Appointment In Samarra, his finest, this is equal ly true of Sermons and Sowa Water. A trilogy dealing with the Twenties and Thirties and "the losing, not the lost, generation," Sermons often satisfies far more than early O'Hara in that charac terizations are drawn more fully and situations are clearer and less involved. Luckily, in a lesser, ponderous From the Terrace, or a superb Sermons and Soda Water, O'Hara's facility to evoke the at mosphere, the mood, the tempo of the Twenties remains the most inherent quality of his work. The first novella, The Girl on the Baggage Truck, is the story of Charlotte Sears, a "not-quite-top" film actress, who ranks among O'Hara's best characteriza tions. ". . .' her strongest protection . . . was her belief, in her own toughness. I saw her clearly as something gay and fragile that could be hurt and even de stroyed, but she was as proud of her independent spirit as she was of her beauty." A Prohibition cocktail party, held in a Long Island mansion, provides the highlight of Girl, not to mention of the trilogy A Garden of Prose Lettei" Topics: State College, Cabbages, And Algeria To The Editor: After having been the twice victim of the psychological ma ladjustments of your poor delud ed copyreader who was once "frightened by a can of okra," I decided to conduct some psycho logical research to determine his REAL problem. Any copy reader who would diabolically (sic) change the name of one of the DTH contribu tors to that of a vegetable, is certainly in need of the services of a psychiatrist. Because every one knows that the Daily Tar Heel has a sane staff ... a staff dedicated to the preservation of sanity everywhere ... a staff who is just CRAZY about keep ing everyone from loosing (sic) their minds. This being the case, I, an ama teur psychologist and a sane DTH contributor, have decided to help your poor, deluded copyreader find himself before he changes the names on the Mast Head into the contents of a can of mixed vegetables. From the Freudian standpoint, as everything is these days, I dis covered that the copy reader was not frightened so much by the can Of Okra as he was by his mother who threw it at him. This naturally manifested itself in a mistrust of all women . . . any women . . . women who submit contributions to the DTH. In other words, YOUR COPY READER CANNOT LOOK AT A WOMAN OR THE NAME OF ONE WITHOUT THINKING OF A VEGETABLE. This is serious. Your poor de luded copyreader is frustrated. What's more, he is in a position to make tossed salad out of the Daily Tar Heel! Think what he could do to Mary Stewart Broccoli or Susan Lettuce, not to mention Henry Mayberry and Rip Squash. In the Thursday issue of the DTH, there were obvious signs that the situation is becoming more serious. Your copyreader is letting his obsessive parallel hatred of women and vegetables extend to men, fruits, and nuts! BEWARE-Daily Tar Heel . . . or even Jonathan Yam and Wayne Kamquat will not be safe. Linda Cabbage Cranberry lamentable situation. The very idea of subconsciously associat ing names with fruits, vegetables (leafy and otherwise) actually constitutes an abridgement of freedom of the press! (Hear! Hear!) Mr. Editor, you have a respon sibility to your non-vegetable readership to expurgate this odious growth from your garden. Or else to quote a rather obscure English writer, the DTH will find itself "full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, her fruit-trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined, her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs swarming with caterpillars." Frankly sir, I do not think you wish to be replaced by a cater pillar. Nor do the fairest flowers of your staff (namely, the Misses Broccoli and Lettuce, plus Miss Margaret Ann Limes (chimes with Rhymes) wish to be carried off by a great big clutching poison ivy vine. You must get rid of the noxious weeds in your print shop before they spread their vile and cank erous blight to your news pages. If this botanical malaise hits page one, no one will be safe. Chancel lor W. B. Apple, President Fruit cake, Deans Fred Walnut, Bill Lima and Katherine K. Kum quat will be affected, as will Gov. Terry Snapbean and ex-Gov. Luther (H) artichoke. I repeat sir, get your fungicide and kill the nematodes and other rancorous pests playing havoc with your presses. I just can't picture a caterpillar typing edi torials on the Honor System. s William Weedkiller P.S.: The only one likely to enjoy the demented ravings of your printer will be the mythical Mrs. Wiggs, who will be able to pardon the expression frolic in her cabbage patch. Dear Mr. Weedkiller: What you propose, sir, is mur der. It is monstrous. s Copyreader To The Editor: State College's sermon, to the UNC "Payola Kids" on keeping within the regulations of the NCAA was very interesting, as would be Al Capone's dissertation on the virtues of honesty and fair play. The "Cow College Gazette" edi torial tells the Tar Heels that "Crime Does Not Pay." Coming from Durham or Winston-Salem, we might have resented this. However, we feel that the boys in Raleigh can speak with author ity on such things as crime, NCAA violations, probation, etc. Reporter Jay Brame learned from a reliable source that the list of "Payola Players" includes L e n n i e Rosenbluth, Tommy Kearns, Pete Brennan, Lee Shaf fer, Harvey Salz, York Larese, and Doug Moe. We might suggest that "Farmer Brame" inquire and find out if this reliable source knows any way to stop the last two (Moe and Larese). In his "Crime Does Not Pay" editorial, the editor makes the profound statement that "there is no love lost between the two institutions when they engage in athletic contests5 a stunning but brilliant deduction that could have been conceived only in the twilight stillness of a cow pas ture. UNC was apalled to read that "there are many grins on faces around State College, as the North Carolina Tar Heels found that crime does not pay." We learned our lesson the hard way, it would have been so much easier to ask the "Preaching Play boys from the pasture." These "Corn Pulling Prognosti cators" could have told us. Irving Long To The Editor (also known as Great Grape Yardley): Although normally considered to be a shy and reticent person, not given to verbal or written protestations, I feel compelled to express an opinion on one of the grave crises confronting us. Luck ily this is one problem that re quires DTH help and not JFK help the poor guy has enough trouble without us. The recent expose of the Tar Heel's psychotic printer is a most Dear Miss Crabapple: Your scathing words as to my abilities as a proofreader are not only unnecessary but steeped in gross misunderstanding of the intricacies of Freudian approach. My affliction stems, not from an aversion to women you imply that I am a passion fruit I am not. The fact that I replaced your actual surname with the name CABBAGE, stems from the fact that your head resembles that vegetable. In fact, it seems to be filled with the same material. The later explanation that I offered in an editor's note was merely an attempt to spare your dignity. However, Miss Sauerkraut, now that you have had an opportunity to stew in your own juice for a while, I feel sure that you are moved to offer your apologies. s Copyreader To The Editor: "An unprecedented exodus has emptied the rural areas of at least one-fourth of the population of Algeria (in certain regions the proportion is as high as two thirds). An exodus decided upon for the most part by the Army for its war needs." This information comes from a French newspaper (FRANCE SOIR, April 14, 1960). Whether such an action is legitimate or not to solve a poli tical problem, it is not up to a student in Comparative Litera ture to decide. Why have the French and the Algerians been killing each other for more than six years? (In fact the bloodshed started 130 years ago, when France occupied Algeria.) People are getting more and more confused about this issue. Too much has been written on it. After all this is not their prob lem; and as a famous American Professor of Political Science told me: "Politics has nothing to do with sentiment." This might be true, but I am not dealing with politics. Let us consider for a while the human aspect of the Algerian problem. "There are 1,500,000 from the Tunisian border to the Moroc can, men, women, children, who have had to abandon their homes. The responsible authorities often seem to have been submerged by the flux of this massive exodus which they themselves have pro voked. At that time, it was esti mated that they were one million resettled. They are now about 500,000 more, insofar as can be seen, for there are a host of semi clandestine regroupings." (Ibid.) Outside the country, more than 250,000 Algerians, mostly women and children, have been made homeless and have taken refuge in neighboring Tunisia and Mo rocco. Among these refugees are several thousand students of secondary and college age. It is upon these young people that Al geria's future development ulti mately rests. Algerian students, seeking to continue their education, have left the refugee camps on the Tunisian and Moroccan borders. In the cities schooling is avail able, but a below minimum diet of 1,500 calories a day and damp, dim, unheated quarters make ef fective study almost impossible. Thirty per cent of the students are ill at any one time during the winter months. There is urgent need for medicine, food and funds to provide adequate quarters for living and study. The United States, both by tra dition and the 'statements of present-day leaders, is commit ted to the ideal of liberty for all mankind. However, if such words are to have meaning to the peo ple of the world, especially in Algeria where the only shooting war of our time is still going on, they must be accompanied by actions that consistently support ideals. In a democratic country, much of the responsibility for making actions consistent with ideals de pends on the initiative of individual- citizens; and nowhere is such responsibility more neces sary than with respect to Algeria. When the self-determination that President De Gaulle of France has promised is finally obtained, the Algerians will choose independence or continued association with France; but in either event assistance sent to those students now when their struggle for education is so dif ficult will help affirm the sin cerity of American belief in freedom. itself. Sketched almost entirely in dialogue, it provides a won derful insight to the people of the Twenties. Imagine Kissing Pete is set in Gibbsville, Pa. the setting for Samarra and follows the adul terous married life of Bobbie Hammersmith and Pete McCrea, two disillusioned victims of the Twenties. The best of the trilogy and reminiscent of Appointment In Samarra, Pete delves into that period which spawned, molded and, finally, deserted them. "We had come to our maturity and our knowledgeability during the long decade of cynicism that was usually dismissed as 'a cynical disregard of the law of the land,' but that was something else, something deeper." "Prohibition, the zealot's at tempt to force total abstinence on a temperate nation, made liars of a hundred million men and cheats of their children." "We were the losing, jiot the lost, generation." We're Friends Again reunites several figures from The Girl on the Baggage Truck and discusses their bitter-sweet lives after the decade-long party of the Twen ties: "Let us have wine and wom en, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after." "The United States in this century is what I know," says John O'Hara, "and it is my busi ness to Write about it to the best of my ability, with the some times special knowledge I have. The Twenties, the Thirties, and the Forties are already history, but I cannot be content to leave their story in the hands of the historians and the editors of pic ture books." After the Appointment In Sa marra, the Butterfield 8, the Ser mons and Sowa Water, the author , should realize that he records that era best in short excerpts set in novella form, constructed from crisp dialogue. Yet, paradoxically, he admit tedly continues to distrust the novella form and consequently hands his public long, sexy dis sertations like 10 North Freder ick, which make cruel demands of his delicate technique. On its way is "yet another or these which he is calling, "my longer, longest novel. That one will pass the hefting test. . . ." Sermons and Soda Water, then, is merely a reprieve from a dec ade of less than excellent O'Hara. It is a brilliant one though as it quite fulfills O'Hara's desire "to record the way people talked and thought and felt, and to do it with complete honesty and var iety." Sermons and Soda Water, by John O'Hara. Three Volumes (boxed), Random House, New York, 1960. $5.95. Bill Morrison REFLECTIONS We would like to extend our thanks to the Technician hench men who graced our campus last night with their pearls of wis dom. Not only will their opus stand as an example of ethical journalistic endeavor for The Daily Tar Heel, it will no doubt win a Pulitzer prize. In light of this obvious fact, we wonder why it was necessary for the State-men to distribute this gem under the cloak of dark ness? Such a great boon to the campus could hardly be con strued as anything but a worthy deed. When we read the flowing prose of their highly worthy paper, we can hardly contain our joy. Hooray! Joy! Wow! Yeah. The Daily Tar Heel solicits and is happy to print any let ter to the editor written by a member of the University community, as long as ii is within the accepted bounds of good taste. NO LETTERS WILL BE PRINTED IF THEY ARE OVER 300 WORDS LONG OR IF THEY ARE NOT TYPEWRITTEN O R DOUBLE SPACED. We make this requirement purely fcr the sake of space and time. J.
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