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February 17, 1956
Martha Thornburg To Marry
John Cauble In Late May
Dr. and Mrs. J. Lewis Thornburg
of Hickory, North Carolina, an
nounce the engagement of their
daughter, Martha, to Mr. John
Russell Cauble, son of Mr. and
Mrs. William Luther Cauble, also
of Hickory. The wedding, which
will take place the latter part of
May, will be held in Holy Trinity
Lutheran Church of Hickory.
Martha, who is graduating this
year with a degree in music, was
Miss Charm her Junior year, is
editor of the Sights and Insights,
and is this year’s May Queen.
John, a member of Phi Delta Theta
fraternity, graduated from Carolina
in January and will hold a position
as technical director in an outdoor
drama this summer in Berea, Ken
tucky, where he and Martha will
live until this fall.
Editorial
(Continued from pas'e two)
following Nance’s petition showed
he was not representing the entire
student body, as he insisted the
editors must do.
Here are some excerpts from
letters to the editor. You may
form your own opinion about the
authors :
“Assuming that newspapers
.should stimulate public opinions
rather than cater to the popular
whims and fancies, a recall would
only nourish the grow-th of a prop
agandized medium and destroy an
aid to misinformed minds. Setting
a precedent for the threat of recall
in the future would limit our edi
tors to keep public opinion stimu
lated. This irrational action will
be an attack on any newspaper’s
freedom.”
“I realize ... I am of limited
intelligence ... I profess (my sup
eriors) are infallible, possessing
perfect wisdom, genius, and sup
reme authority. Therefore, I hum
bly propose (1) that student edi
tors be chosen on the thickness of
head . . . and certainly not by the
votes of menacing mass thinkers;
(2) that editors be given perman
ent tenure, their choice in the
amount of salary, and a . . . pen
sion when they retire; (3) that
they express anything they wish,
since they are responsible to no
one alone, autocracy being essen
tial in elected jobs; ... (6) that
all student critics of the exalted
editorial opinions be liquidated,
these critics being most dastardly
and base. Please accept these ex
cuses (for trying to elect editors,
etc.), my most reverend and omni
potent editors, from me, your most
obsequious servant.”
From one who disagreed with
some of the editorial opinions, yet
could say, “I know that they have
been guilty of nothing more than
stating their honest convictions. If
they did otherwise, they would be
compromising their own integrity
and that of this newspaper, which
has alw'ays proudly stood for edi
torial freedom.”
Concerning Brumfield’s statement
that the editors had “pulverized”
student opinion, “Certainly this is
ridiculous, because by the very
nature of the term ‘pulverized’,
this whole uproar would not be
occurring and the students would
have been intellectually stomped
into the ground.”
Something, however, has been
pulverized—Reid and his campus
political machine. The integrity of
some students, which brought them
to support their “opinion” of free
dom of the press, came to the fore,
and Yoder and Kraar defeated
Brumfield in the Tuesday election
by an overwhelming majority. I
say some, because only 2,831 of the
6,500 students voted. E. M. M.
(All quotes .are from The Daily
Tar Heel)
Student Talk
About Trip
To New York
By Nancy Walker
“Oh, I could tell you, and tell
you, and tell you, about Harlem I,”
cried Ann Darden Webb excitedly
when I asked about her trip to
New York for the Conference in
Religious Vocations last weekend.
Ann was shocked to find that
people can actually live in such
filth and poverty as exists in this
Negro section of the city.
However, she saw a cheerful note
in all of Harlem’s squalor in the
fact that the vicious gang killings
are diminishing through the in
fluence of social workers who have
moved into the section and helped
to democratize the “rough-’em-up”
police methods.
As Salem’s other representative
to the Conference, Miriam Quarles
was fascinated by the New Yorkers’
reaction to Southerners. She found
that wherever she went, be it St.
Patrick’s Cathedral, Radio City
Music Hall, Greenwich Village, or
the subway, everyone would “look,
stare, and smile” at the first peep
of a Dixie drawl.
Apparently the only person who
wasn’t charmed by Salem’s belles
was the negligent porter on the
train who woke them up fifteen
minutes late one morning. He was
doubtless avoiding two college girls
who had kept him on the run the
night before by confusing the light
switch and the porter’s bell.
Both girls feel that they received
much personal benefit from the
Religious V o c a t i o ns Conference
held at Union Theological Semi
nary. Ann, who plans to go into
social work, learned much about
this field from a missionary-teacher
to Japan. Miriam and Ann es
pecially enjoyed the panel discus
sions and talks by the administra
tion officials of the Seminary.
Besides describing the various
characteristics and requirements of
particular, full-time religious voca
tions, the conference discussions
emphasized that college or grad
uate courses are as useful for future
wives and mothers who would not
receive a salary.
Pate " Chambers Wedding
Scheduled For August
Miss Sara Marie Pate’s engagement to Mr. Robert Tillman Chambers
of Durham, N. C., is announced by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. George
M. Pate of Rowland, N. C. Mr, Chambers is the son of Rev. and Mrs.
M. R. Chambars also of Rowland. The wedding will take place in
August, Sar^, a senior home economics major, and Bob, a student at
Duke Medical School, will be at home in Durham.
Scene
Beyond The Square
(Continued from Page 2)
determination” for Cyprus if the
islanders “sincerely cooperate” in
arranging a gradual change to self-
government. Thus, the leaders have
begun to talk and try to settle their
differences.
Each side has cautiously pro
claimed that they are near agree
ment, but the question is whether
the archbishop will sign so long as
he sees the possibility of getting
more concessions by not signing.
Against the useful advantages of
this technique is the growing reali
zation, by both Sir John Harding
and Archbishop Makarios, that if
they do not reach a settlement
soon, they will lose control of the
situation to the advocates of vio
lence.
MORRIS SERVICE
Greetings from
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• * * * »
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(The following was taken from
a booklet of creative sketches writ
ten and collected by the class in
advanced composition last semes
ter, Editor.)
By Toni Gill
The blazing, scarlet sun slid down
the side of the cloudless sky. The
sails of the Star, like a dying white
moth, gave one last flutter. The
boat floated motionless on the new
smooth surface of the river.
Reflected in the upside-down
world along the shore were the two
long, brown legs of the child sit
ting there. One of her swinging
feet struck the water, shattering
the picture of the knotted cypress
tree standing a few yards out from
the squatting pier on which she
sat. Beside her in the rusty, bat
tered bucket half full of the brown
ish, yellow river water, were three
scurrying crabs, a slithering eel,
and an unidentifiable fish.
As she swung her legs over the
edge of the pier and stretched them
out behind her, the splintered
boards scratched her bare midriff.
She stared at the reflection of her
round face and long, brown braids.
Looking through her image, she
saw a small, brownish blue crab
snatching at the piece of fat meat
tied on the end of the string
clutched in her dirty hand.
On the old wooden bridge next
to the pier sat three shapeless
Negro women holding the ends of
long reed poles propped on the
railing. The corks on the ends of
their lines lay motionless in the
shadow of the bridge. Small peb
bles splattered around them as a
car rumbled over the loosely fitted
boards.
As the light faded, weary, sun
tanned “sailors” spread large white
sails on the warm grass in the back
yard. The little girl threw her
captives back into the murky river,
walked across the sticky street
popping tar bubbles with her toes
as she went, bounded up the stone
walk, and burst in the same screen
door which the “sailors” had just
slanjmed behind them. As the
three shapeless Negro women
plodded past, the darkness became
complete.
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