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The recent revelation that the
Carolina Choir will not be singing
this year comes as a relief to those
who were under the impression that
it had been disbanded for good.
However, the way in which the
decision was presented as a fait
accompli and the seeming
unwillingness of the Music
Department to say anything about
the affair until it had to do so leave a
number of things unexplained.
Most of the uncertainty centers
on Dr. Lara H. Hoggard, the Choir's
director. The sole reason so far given
for the group's suspension is Dr.
Hoggard requested "with the utmost
urgency" he be relieved of his duties
as director for a year, presumably
because of the mental and physical
strain put upon him by the Choir's
recent tour of Europe.
There is no doubt in anyone's
mind the European tour and the
Choir's appearance at the Summer
Music Festival in Graz, Austria, were
outstanding successes. In fact, the
Choir's record in recent years has
been generally first class, so much so
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the
guards.
The main focus of interest for
thousands of UNC students and
alumni last Saturday was whether
they could sneak their bottle of Jack
Daniels or flask of Jim Beam past the
Pinkerton guards at Kenan Stadium
gates.
We are sure that most of them
succeeded, although probably one or
two lost their precious vial of relief
to those nasty "pigs." We are also
certain many of those thermos
bottles and jugs which were passed
off as Coca-Cola never even heard of
a cola bean.
But, in general, it was a fairly
well-behaved crowd that gathered in
Kenan Saturday with only a
sprinkling of the normal screaming
drunks scattered through the stands.
Oh yes, in case you've forgotten,
there was a football game here
Saturday in spite of the alcoholic
controversy.
lath
Evans Witt,
79 Years
of
Editorial Freedom
S
past
The Daily Tar Heel strives to provide meaningful news interpretations and opinions
on its .editorial page. Unsigned editorials are the opinions of the editor, while letters and
columns represent only the views of individual contributors.
Opinion
Evans Witt, Editor
Tuesday, September 26, 1972
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it has come to be recognized, by no
less a group than the Music
Educators' National Conference,
among others, as one of the finest
choral groups in America.
It is this above all else that makes
the no-questions-asked suspension
of the Choir so disturbing and which
takes the affair past the walls of Hill
Hall.
This University excels in many
areas, and is no stranger to national
prominence. It is justly famous for
such organizations as the Carolina
Playmakers and for the academic
excellence of many .of its
departments. But rarely in the field
of musical performance (with the
possible exception of the Glee Club)
does Chapel Hill get so much as a
passing mention.
But now, just as the Choir seems
to be on the threshold of
considerable national recognition, it
finds itself disbanded and idle. Dr.
Alden, chairman of the music
department, is quick to point out
students have "plenty of
opportunities" to sing in other
choral groups, but those other
groups cannot possibly attain to the
standard of excellence achieved by
the Carolina Choir, nor will their
activities result in anything like the
same widespread acclaim.
Of course, if all goes according to
plan, Dr. Hoggard and the Choir will
resume activities, as before, next
year. But a whole class of
experienced singers will have
departed, and the enterprise will
more or less have to be started again
from scratch. A whole new body of
singers must be found, singers who
will not have the benefit of the
advice and example of those with
previous experience.
Why is it that this has been
allowed to happen? Why, because
of one man's unwillingness or
inability, however temporary, has
such a praiseworthy organization
been terminated, even for one year?
It should have been possible to find
a temporary replacement for Dr.
Hoggard, if only to preserve the
- continuity and cohesiveness of the
Choir's personnel.
The very name "The Carolina
Choir" ought to signify the Choir is a
reflection of the University and of
the state. It is regrettable it should
have become so much the
manifestation of one man's
personality its fortunes should rise
and fall with his.
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Editor
Norman Black, Managing Editor
Jessica Hanchar, News Editor
Howie Carr, Associate Editor
Lynn Lloyd, Associate Editor
David Zucchino, Sports Editor
Bruce Mann, Feature Editor
M. Darley
1972
One need not be much of a seer to
predict that Richard Nixon win win the
1972 Presidential election. The margin of
victory will not be as wide as the polls now
indicate, but win he will. November 7 win
be, in effect, the last scene of a tragic
drama unfolding before our eyes.
The tragedy is not in George
McGovern's defeat, of course. While the
Democratic campaign may contain
: elements of tragedy, notably the Eagleton
affair, the nominee himself lacks the
character of his leading figures. To be
tragic an individual must first be taken
seriously, and George McGovern, lacking
the power of an Oedipus or the presence of
an Othello, is too much the political hack
to warrant serious consideration. He has
his flaws, to be sure, but incompetence and
sanctimoniousness are not the stuff of
which tragic figures are made. Martyrs have
always seemed more comfortable amidst
pathos anyway, and it is there that we can
leave the Senator from South Dakota.
No, the tragedy of November, 1 972 will
be that of the incumbent, for victory over
George McGovern will also mean the
defeat of an earlier Richard Nixon. Though
these things cannot be judged with any
certainty, the President did appear to be in
deep political trouble before August of last
year. Since that time he has moved rapidly
to shore up his position, but in doing so he
has been forced to abandon many of the
convictions of his earlier years. At this
point his efforts appear to have been
singularly successful, but at the cost of a
philosophy which he defended boldly and
skillfully during two decades of political
life.
Nyle Frank
From
Anyone contending the American
Dream to be sheer myth has obviously
overlooked my family's progress from
sweat shops, to small business, to doctors,
to hippies in just four generations. Each
summer, headed home, I promise to make
the efforts necessary to collect, on tape, an
Oral History of the Franks. And each fall,
headed East, I rationalize and vow to do it
the following summer. Enough is known, I
trust, to nevertheless attempt to relate to
you the following.
All families, I presume, fatalistically
circulate tales amongst them of their
occasional flirtations with opulence. The
most oft-repeated tale of ours concerns
Great Grandpa Frank. Short of cash, he
decided to sell his small matzah business -only
to watch helplessly as the new
management expanded into wines and
other kosher . delicacies, changing the
company name to Manischewitz.
In 1933, Grandpa ("Dad") and
Grandma Frank lit out for Silver City, New
1972 by Chicago Tribune
Letters to the
To the Editor:
Being a citizen of Fuquay-Varina, I was
highly offended by your irresponsible and
misrepresentative article of September 1 9
entitled 'Truly forgettable experience..
Fuquay-Varina is not the "crabgrass in the
lawn of life" that you make it appear to be.
In your article you said to "try spending a
little time (in Fuquay) and take a look
around." Apparently, you are not in the
habit of following your own advice. I dare
to say that you have never set foot in Wake
County, let alone Fuquay-Varina. i
True, Fuquay-Varina doesn't offer
much in the line of entertainment for kids,
but I wouldn't trade one of the seven years
I've spent in Fuquay-Varina for all the six
years I spent in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Fuquay-Varina is warm and sincere,
genuinely concerned with herself and her
citizens. The Family Aid Council of
Fuquay-Varina provides food, clothing,
furniture and shelter for needy families,
Fncpiay
election
Defeated in November will be the Nixon
who wrote in July of 1968: "The
imposition of price and wage controls
during peacetime is an abdication of fiscal
responsibility. Such controls treat
symptoms and not causes. Experience has
indicated that they do not work, can never
be administerred equitably and are not
compatible with a -free economy."
Victorious will be the Nixon who did
impose peacetime controls on a free
economy for the first time in American
history and who created still another
commission, albeit small, to administer
them.
Defeated in November will be the Nixon
who said in July of 1968: "We need more
economy in government and less
government in the economy . . . and who
ran on a Republican platform in that same
year which stated that ". . . as a nation we
must live within our means. Government
that is careless with .the motley of its
citizens is careless with their future."
Victorious will be the Nixon who presided
over fiscal deficits beyond the wildest
dreams of John Maynard Keynes and who
proposed a welfare system more generous
than any in history.
Defeated will be the Nixon who stated
in a speech in New York City in April,
1968: "I would not recognize Red China
now and I would not agree to admitting it
to the UN and I wouldn't go along with
those well-intentioned people that said,
'Trade with them, because that may
change them. Because doing it now would
only encourage them, the hardliners in
Peking . . ." Victorious will be the Nixon
New Mexico to V-J
Mexico, opening Frank's Cafe. On the
continental divide, "Silver" is one of the
few Western mining towns to still retain
bits of its early flavor when Zebulon
Pike, Geronimo, and Billy the Kid (who
done his first killing here at age twelve)
roamed what was then Apache country.
Not that Silver was without its problems,
especially if you were a Mexican interested
in opportunities accorded Anglos or "one
of them troublemakers" concerned with
conditions in the huge open-pit mine over
at Santa Rita. But the Franks were no
troublemakers (though "Dad" did punch a
guy into his cigarcase once for saying Hitler
was doing "a great job with the Jews").
And the townfold lived real. They had the
Rockies, the Great Southwestern Sunset
and, even if (or because) you had to
provide them yourself, plenty of Good
Times. So perhaps, as is so often the case
concerning persons of wealth, it was the
Copper Barons who bore most deeply the
malignancies of their own exploitation. .
Frank's Cafe featured the culinary
Editor
it
-farina story offends reader
such as those ruined by fire.
Our service stations do post their
gasoline prices, and also sell Red Wriggler
fishing worms. Fuquay-Varina , is
surrounded by ponds and lakes containing
bass and bream. Have you never bought
worms for a fishing trip, Mr. Barnes?
Someone must sell them. Why not service
stations?
You also described in your article the
following scene: "girls in the latest New
York styles trailing farmer's daughters who
were wearing hair curler sets.". I have
observed more disgusting (and if you like,
amusing) scenes here on the campus of
U.N.C. than could ever be found in
Fuquay-Varina.
I am proud to be able to call myself a
Fuquay-Varinian, Mr. Barnes, and I do not
feel that I have "relegated myself to
mongrel status" in doing so. I am a human
being who thinks and reasons just as you
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who. though he has yet to grant
recognition to the Peking regime, has done
for the Chinese everything else which was
anathema to him four years ago.
Defeated will be the Nixon who ran on a
1968 platform which warned: "... Not
retention of American superiority but
parity with the Soviet Union has been
made the controlling doctrine in many
critical areas. We have frittered away
superior military capabilities, enabling the
Soviets to narrow their defense gap, in
some areas to outstrip us, and to move to
cancel our lead entirely by the early
Seventies . . ." Victorious will be the
Nixon who, in the name of "a generation
of peace," has agreed to parity in some
areas of defense and quite possibly, if
Senator Jackson can be believed,
subordinate status in others.
Defeated will be the Nixon whose 1968
platform stated: "Only when Communist
nations prove by actual deeds that they
genuinely seek world peace and will live in
harmony with the rest of the world, will we
support expansion of East-West trade."
Victorious will be the Nixon whose
representatives have negotiated the
biggest trade deals in history with those
countries in which free enterprise is a dirty
word.
Defeated in November will be the Nixon
who, on a 1968 broadcast of Meet the
Press, said of the war in Viet Nam: "... I
believe that victory over aggression ... is
what we need to have," since anything less
would only encourage ."those who have
aggression in mind" to try it again.
Victorious will be the Nixon who may well
magic of Grandma Frank. Always
somewhat rotund, someone once asked,
"When was the last time Grandma sat on
your lap, Dad?" - "Oh," Dad pondered,
"about . . . ninety pounds ago." Now
retired in Santa Monica, Dad doesn't talk
much about Frank's Cafe. "I heard you
played a mean piano, Dad?", my cousin
once asked him coaxingly. "Hell," he
grumbled, "I can't even play a good TV."
Dad's brother, Isadore, also lived in
Silver. Like "Sam The Lion," Uncle Is
was "The Big Guy" the one who,
through sheer decency and friendliness,
held everybody together. He was the one
who's approval could make you feel like a
million bucks and the one to whom you'd
always planned to bring "that special
girl" over to meet cause you were so
proud of him and the one with that real
easy goin'-Western manner about him so
that every time you walked in he'd just
be layin' in his old easy chair and his eyes
would perk up and he'd smile and say
"Howeryadoin', son?" and you'd just
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do (if in fact yo can reason). Not only do I
know of most Fuquay-Varinians, but 1
KNOW many of those people personally.
Such friendly, individual relationships are
extremely difficult to acquire in cities the
size of Charlotte.
I should hope that the next time you are
driving along Highway 55 you will turn
your car in the direction of
Fuquay-Varina, and that you will drive
around town, and "take a look around" -
What happened
To the Editor:
Will somebody please give us the straight
story on whether or not there are going to
be any Union concerts this year? Or is it
true that a "deal" has been made between
the Union directorate, the University and
the Electric Company in Eastgate, to the
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drama
have prevented that triumph over
aggression by pulling American troops out
of the war zone as quickly as he has and
who, despite the bombing and mining of
the North, has offered the enemy peace
terms which could ensure that Viet Nam
will go the way of Eastern Europe after
World War II.
This is not to condemn the President for
all of the actions which he has taken
indeed, we praise his enterprise in some
areas and are content to let history be the
judge in others. Nevertheless, his own
manifest apostasy must be personally
galling to Nixon, despite the look of happy
confidence which he wears these days. It
seems incredible that a man could so shift
his personal ethic without feeling a strong
sense of loss, even tragedy. What is more, it
leaves him open to the charge of "vaulting
ambition," a flaw which has forced many
lesser men to betray earlier principles.
There may be a larger loss here,
however, which would go far beyond any
which the President might feel personally.
Will it be that, as a result of Nixon's
actions, no one in an office of great
national responsibility can again seriously
remind us of the necessity for fiscal
integrity in government and of the worth
of free enterprise? That no one but the
Buckleys and the Kilpatricks will warn us
of the need for a strong stand against
totalitarian aggression in other parts of the
world? That no one but libertarians and
other fringe elements will advise
Americans of the value of individual
initiative and responsibility in an age of
group conformity and government
intervention? That would be tragic indeed.
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make yourself comfortable and chat as
long as you wanted cause he was always
so interested in whatever it was that you
were doing.
Uncle Is ran a used car business. Of a
sorts. He'd let everybody borrow the cars
off his lot for just about any purpose and
never bothered much with keepin
records cause if you said you'd pay,
. that was good enough for Uncle Is. Never
much prone to hang" onto money, he
co-signed a big trucking deal for a
"friend" and passed his last fifteen years
hopelessly in debt. Against all doctors
orders, he smoked like crazy until
emphysema finally killed him a few years
back. After the funeral, as bill collectors,
like vultures, hounded my widowed Aunt
Eleanore, I often cried, "Why didn't ya
just commit bankruptcy, Uncle Is? It
would have been so easy." But, as time
passes, one's pride that a loved one, at
tremendous cost to himself, chose the
honorable over the expedient, far
outweighs any legacy exchangeable solely
in the material.
My dad, Willie, grew up in Silver.
Entering the local New Mexico State
Teachers College at age fifteen, he
eventually transfered to UCLA ending
up playing Third Base behind a boy
named Jackie Robinson. It was also here,
at AEPhi Presents, that he met my mom,
asked her to the SMU game that
Saturday, and to wed before the year was
out.
Pearl Harbor. If you were Jewish, one's
commitment to victory was as total as to
life itself. My dad joined the Navy and
flew blood into Corregidor, Guam, and
The Solomons. My mom, working just
outside D.C., censored mail coming into
the States from Mexico. To hear them tell
it, the War was The Time of Their Lives
where everybody hung together to fight
The Devil, dreaming all the while of
home, family, new cars, and consumer
appliances in the glorious prosperity and
happily-ever-afterness sure to follow. No
more Hard Times, Rationing, .or
Blackouts. And, for now, there was
always "Oklahoma," Joe Dimaggio and
news of Another Allied advance. So,
though my folds were parted, they
eagerly awaited the war's end when they
could be together, let Uncle Sam put my
dad through Dental School, and,
chromosomes willing, maybe even have
themselves a son.
an honest, close look around. You would
discover how grossly wrong and unfair you
were in publishing such an outrageous
article about Fuquay-Varina. If you do not
come to this discovery, I suggest that you
retire from the writing profession.
Fuquay-Varina ISN'T just another
"small town " It is my town, and "It is a
right nice town."
Betty Jo Clendenin
320McIver
to concerts?
effect that any concerts held in'the Chapel
Hill area will be staged in that
pseudo-discotheque, thereby keeping out
undesirable elements such as blacks,
hippies and assorted impoverished peoples
such as out-of-state students?
Name withheld by request