Around The Square
(This wei'k’s guest
editor Ls Mr. Adlai
Keeent newspaper reports about my views
on civil- rights cauj^e me to say, first of all,
that 1 am surprised that anything I could say
on that subject would still be news.
My attitude has not changed since I first
had a part in integrating Negros in the naval
service 15 years ago and my views have been
reflected in my .subsequent public record.
1 believe deeply that it is the first obligation
ol every citizen of this republic to work for
the full realization of the goals stated in our
oi'iginal charter—freedom and equality for all
Freedom, as I understand it, means that a
man niay advance to the limit of his natural
endowment without hindrance because of his
race or religion.
Equality, as I understand it, means that
each citizen shall be judged on his own merits;
And particularly it means that every citizen
shall be guaranteed equal treatment under
In the course of more than 150 years the
letter and .spirit of these objectives have been
spelled out by the Supreme Court.
Steadily the legal base of our civil liberties
has been broadened until today the court re
quires full equality of treatment in virtually
every public activity supported by public
The latest interpretation applied directly to
the public schools.
The question then is not what we are trying
to accomplish but how we should go about it.
The Supreme Court itself has clearly recog
nized that we cannot by the stroke of a pen
reverse customs and traditions that are older
than the republic.
Instead of establishing a fixed time limit
for compliance with its decrees it has estab
lished the test of good faith as the measure
ment of progress in the cases before the dis
We have already seen heartening results in
the shprt time since the court’s decision.
In more than half the 17 states which re
quired or permitted segregation, the process
of integrating the public schools has been com
pleted or well begun.
In the others, as the court has recognized,
the transition will require more time.
True integration requires more than the
mere presence of children of two races in the
same classroom; it requires a change in the
hearts and minds of men. No child can be
properly educated in a hostile atmosphere.
In the five or six states where public opinion
does not yet sustain the court’s decision we
are faced with one of the ultimate te.sts of
democracy and of our federal system.
There we are attempting to secure and pro
tect the declared rights of local minorities in
the face of the adverse views of controlling
This condition imposes special burdens on
all of us and even harder burdens on public
I can think of no greater dis-service to our
country than to exploit for political ends the
tensions that have followed in the wake of the
Supreme Court decision.
Our purpose must be to attain unity, har
mony and civilized relations, not to set section
again.st section or race against race.
And as a practical matter we must recognize
that punitive action by the Federal Govern
ment may actually delay the process of inte
gration in education.
By Jo Smitherman
The big news, of course, is Presi
dent Eisenhow'er’s decision to throw
his crutch in the political circle.
Several Salem voters (those pri
vileged upper-classmen who have
come of age) have told me that
they won’t vote for Ike if his run
ning mate is Richard Nixon. Stran
gely enough, Ni.xon’s good looking
face has become less a drawing
card and more a marked card to
our young women voters.
Already declaiming his platform
from the middle of the political
spotlight, Adlai Stevenson, candi
date for the Democratic nomina
tion, has taken a definite stand for
integration. (See this week’s edi
torial.) Stevenson’s outspokenness
on this terribly touchy issue baffles
the average voter as much as what
many people call his over-the-peo-
Lots of people mistrust Steven
son’s play on words — especially
puns like this famous one: “Egg
heads of the world unite; all you
have to lose is your yolks!’’
Dr. Samuel Johnson (circa. 1750)
felt somewhat the same way. “A
man who would make a pun would
pick a pocket.’’ A recent Winston-
Salem paper told about a farm
journal that offered an annual
writing award. Their recognition
is called “The Pullet’s Surprise”.
The most popular awards among
movie-goers and television-sitters
are, of course, the annual Oscars
given by the Academy of Arts and
Sciences. Jerry Lewis will emcee
a live-television presentation on
March 21 from Hollywood’s Pant-
ages Theker. Salemites will have
been subjected to only part of the
Involved in several different
brackets are Picnic, The Rose Ta-
too, Interrupted Melody, Unchain
ed, Marty, I’ll Cry Tomorrow, and
The Man With th^e Golden Arm,
all of which have yet to play in a
downtown theater here.
It is already rumored that the
race for best actress is between
Anna Magnani (Ro»e Tatoo) and
Susan Hayward (Til Cry Tomor
row). The “best actor” battle is
shaping up into a duel between
Ernest Borgnine (Marty) and
James Dean (East of Eden), the
only actor ever to be nominated,
or in " the running, after his death.
Other contenders: Katherine
Hepburn (Summertime), Jennifer
Jones (A Many-Splendored Thing),
Eleanor Parker (Interrupted Me
lody), James Cagney (Love Me Or
Leave Me), Frank Sinatra (The
Man With the Golden Arm), and
Spencer Tracy (Bad Day At Black
Most young people will remem
ber James Dean’s young friend,
Sol Mineo, in Rebel Without A
Cause; he is contending for “best
The five nominations for best
movie-song are; “I’ll Never Stop
Loving You” (Love Me Or Leave
Me), “Love Is A Many-Splendored
Thing”, “Something’s Gotta Give’
(Daddy Long-Legs), (Love Is The
Tender Trap, and Unchained
Too bad Elvis Pressley didn’t
sing “Heartbreak Hotel” in a
movie. We hear that his guitar
picking, wailing, Johnny-Ray, hair-
in-eyes recordings are replacing the
savage, unintelligible singing of Bo
Diddley and Big Joe Turner on the
younger set’s record players. When
he was in Winston-Salem a couple
of weeks ago, Elvis drove a pink
Cadillac with a yellow interior.
It was almost miraculous the way
the rain ruined the electricity for
the exact length of the final game
of Saturday’s sportsday. The glare
from the gym windows was just
enough light to make a blue-and-
red-pennied players look like a
Fortunately for Salem, Martha
McClure watched the basket in
stead of the players long enough
to gain a hawkeye perspective and
hit seven out of nine field goals.
The opponent Salem was running
into in the dark was a powerful,
high-scoring Wake Forest team
which never seemed able to adjust
to the shadows as well as McClure.
As soon as the final whistle blew,
the lights came on and Dhu Jen-
nette, Salem manager, received the
blue ribbons for the champion
team. Then the losers went home
and the sun came out.
Dr. White’s class in Victorian
literature was assigned Browning’s
“Love Among the Ruins.” The
genial English teacher read the
title over again, looked out the
window trying to conceal his
amusement, and remarked for those
on the front row to hear: “A
Week-end At Salem.” Yeah, well.
Dr. Africa apologized in Ameri
can history class for having so
little firsthand information about
the South. He got his information
from books—one of which char
acterized the South as a place with
huge plantations and beautiful girls.
With a blush which only Dr. Africa
can handle, he grinned, “The latter
is the one thing about the South
I can verify from experience.”
Who am I?
By Sue Kuss
I am a book, and I
to portray to all you Salemites
of the whole unhappy life I lead.
The day I am about to tell you about
on a Monday after a wonderful two days
ing period, the time you call a week-end '
was awakened that Monday morning b' ^
loud banging of the desk drawer. \ ^ *
found out it was only my owner openingqr
drawer, and I had the treacherous fate of
being in it.
Two ruthless hands reached in and
me and flung me across the room into hTr"'
along with my other pals. I don’t know what
time it was, but I do know it was fairly early
in the morning, because the sun was just eonr
ing up, and my owner was in a bad mood.
I suppose the only reason I was taken to
class that morning was because my pages were
needed to take notes on. I can rememW the
agony of that hard pencil point bearing down
on my tender membrane. I guess my owner
had run out of paper. Anyway, that class
seemed to drag by, and the pain was unbear
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By Emma McCotter
Russia: In Moscow last week
the world’s No. 1 Communist gave
World Communism its new line;
co-exist capitalism to death. Khru
shchev, the First Party Secretary,
stated that the first task of the
Communist Parties is “To pursue
steadfastly the Leninist policy of
peaceful co-existence between dif
ferent states, irrespective of their
Thus, at one stroke, Khrushchev
cut through a century of Marxist
dogma which holds that the tran
sition to socialism can only be ac
complished by active revolution.
Actually, Khrushchev’s words were
a pretended shift away from vio
lence, designed to appeal to the
neutralist Asian nations and the
uncommitted Arab states as much
as to the Western socialists.
Confident, cocky Khrushchev
caught the world’s headlines. But
beneath the repeated assertions
that the rest of the world was
going to fall peacefully to them
was a recognition thdt the Russian
Communists were managing their
own affairs badly, and their own
“objective” textbooks and “scien
tific” prophecies about the rest of
the world were proving false.
Great Britain: Only on rare oc
casions do members of the House
of Commons get to vote freely on
matters of personal conviction, in
stead of on instruction of party
Last week was such an occasion,
and the question was one that
weighed heavily on many a mem
ber’s conscience: capital punish
ment. By a vote of 293 to 262,
the House voted to abolish the
death penalty for murder; thus,
doing away with an old Anglo-
Saxon custom which has existed
since the 13th century. There were
cheers in the House as the vote
Sir Anthony Eden, looking glumly
shaken by the defeat, promised to
“give full weight at once” to the
South Africa: From all over the
Union, white women, most of them
middle-aged housewives, all -wear
ing over-the-shoulder black sashes,
converged on Cape Town last week
and paraded silently down Cape
Town’s main street. Then they
took stations at five-yard intervals
m front of Parliament and began
a 48-hour vigil of silent protest,
Ignoring rotten vegetables hurled
by young hoodlums.
As Prime Minister Johannes
Strydom convened Parliament in
joint session in the final act of his
long campaign to write white su
premacy into the constitution of
his tragically divided land, the
silent ladies, lined up in mute and
mourning protest, seemed to be the
only opponents he could not shout
His bill proclaiming the supre
macy of a Parliament not answer-
able even to the courts, and strik
ing the last S0,0(K) Negro voters
from the common roll, rode through
first and second readings and was
ready for final enactment as a con
stitutional amendment this week.
The last constitutional safe-guards
enacted in South Africa’s founding
charter of 1909 to protect the rights
of non-whites would thus be re
Finally, I heard that familiar bell ring, and
my pages were slammed shut, and I was”piled
on top of another book and gathered into the
arms of my owner.
I don’t remember all the places I was car
ried that day, but I did have the privilege of
going to Tom’s. While I was there I had a
cigarette propped on me, which eventually
burned a nice hole in my cover, and a eokV
was spilled on me. At least my sweet little
owner had enough sense to wipe the “sticky
stuff” off of me.
G lay there on the table listening to the silly
giggles of the girls and frivolous talk which
centered mainly around boys. One thing I
did hear that day, which hurt my feelings
tremendously, %vas my owner saying how much
she hated my subject, and that, as soon as this
year was over, she intended to burn me. I
panicked when I heard that, but I gue.ss there
is nothing I can do about it, except hope she
forgets to carry her plans out.
We soon left Tom’s and were off to chapel
I was thrown on the shelves under the steps
along with my other co-workers(?). There
was a big sigh of relief among all of us, be
cause we knew we would have an hour of rest.
But, before I knew it, Chapel was over and
1 was gathered, up carele.ssly and carried to
the dormitory. Next thing I knew I was
shoved onto another shelf so fast that I
thought I had lost all my pages. My owner
had gone to eat (not generous enough to feed
me). I suffered more on that shelf than I
ever had, because it was so crowded and
stuffy. I thought I must suffocate.
When I was just about “on my last legs”,
I heard my owner’s boisterous voice coming
in my direction.
It’s time for lab,” she shouted.
So off to lab I was carried. I managed to
live through that afternoon and was soon car
ried back to my room. Next thing I felt
being slammed on the desk so hard that I
heard my binding rip. I was knocked di®.v
for a while and all I can remember was being
picked up a few hours later . . - read and
scribbled on and stuck back into my nice
quiet and cozy drawer. Good, I thought, now"
I have 48 hours of glorious peace.
It passed quickly, and I heard the same
slamming and banging. Oh! Oh! there comes
•my owner again! Call the eops, do anything,
but don’t let her touch me. Oh, how I
longing for the “good old summertime!”
Aiiiriant Foohira Editor
Sua Jottc Oerridro"
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