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V P Pace Two THE TAR HEEL Thursday, August 2, 1951 e (Must Question The Fundamentals We have had a good deal to say, this sum mer, about education, but our remarks thus far have been confined to a sectional level. We have attempted to point out what we consider to be some of the major ills of the educational process here at the University and in the secondary schools throughout the state. But -whenever one delves into the .abyss of education one is immediately struck by what appears to us to be a non realization on the part of the people of this nation as to the contemporary responsibility and .purpose of the educational system new values, assumed by education in recent years, do not seem to be comprehended and understood. A revolutionary change in education is critically needed, not only for our national security, but for the world leadership that lies ahead for us leadership which we must assume, for there is no alternative. The WellsYille (Ohio) Press has summed it up with: "Today it is a question of 'take over the world responsibilities which are ours -due to our power and wealth or go down to , destruction and let the Russians take over; Terming the approaching years as the "American Age," the Wellsville Press stres ses the need for a revolutionary change in our educational system, our military sys tem' and our thinking in order to cope with the revolutionary ichange in which our coun try now finds itself. "Most Americans, as an example, knew less, than nothing1 about Korea or Iran be f 6re those countries became trouble spots. They had no idea," the Press continues, "why bur State Department' considered them important enough to risk world war number three to protect them. As a people we were like children in the realm of world politics. Geography is a lost art with us and so is world history. 0: do you wonder that some countries' consider even our college grad uates to be illiterate? "In order to assume our . role in world leaderships, American students must become experts in world affairs. The mention of the word, 'Estramadura' must immediately bring -to mind, a province in Spain, Ameri cans' must become educated in the true, cos mopolitan sense of the word .... their cus toms' and their languages must be studied aw our stiidents now study their own coun try. We must develop a generation able to assume the responsibilities of world leader ship." - The criterion of progress in America has generally been evolutionary, and that to the good. We have seldom found the need for revolutionary action in our institutions. But today one" is left to seriously question the element of time in relationship with evolu tion and national necessity. It would seem that changes must come quick and they must be somewhat dynamic. Where it took the British a hundred years to develop an intelligence system, we must develop one in within the limits of a few years; where it took the Germans many generations to turn out first-class military leadership, we must do the same thing in the limits of one generation; we must pro duce a top-notch foreign service in a very short time, and, as the forerunner to all of this we must come to comprehend the nature of our role in the modern world, the world that can be the "American Age." It can also, quite easily, be the "Russian Age." We shall decide. That we are presently incapable of world leadership is ( obvious to the most simple minded person that our educational proc esses are responsible for this rather unfor tunate situation, is equally clear. A great examination of education in this country is of the utmost importance. We must ques tion the practices of political royalism and sectionalism in the selection of candidates to the military academies. We must ask, what kind of academy system have we that once barred perhaps our greatest military genius, George C. Marshall? How many other poten tial military greats have never had the op portunity to go to West Point or Annapolis? Are our opponents in international conflict taking such chances? What about a national sccholarship pro gram? Should we not open the doors of the nation's . institutions to the talented child? What about the establishment of a foreign service school to train diplomats? Can any one name a better way to spend the profits from tideland oil which belong to all the people than to turn them into education? What about AMA? How long are we going to let this tight-knit trade union limit the number of doctors we can have? Perhaps if we weren't so concerned about continuing 16th century fraternal organiza tions; cheering gladiators; establishing ''quo ta systems" in m the School of Education's graduate level in order to bar a few Negro students; perhaps if we weren't so concern ed about this utter frivolity this intelec tual ping pongism we would question the fundamentals. The official student newepaper of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill where it la published by the Summer School every Tueadny and and Thursday. Printing ia dene by Colonial Freec, Inc., Chapel Hill, N. C Editor Bob Hmtraww . .,- Nbm. Camiq David Buckmot ; Buddy Nohthajtt Mary Nbu, Bonont Business Manager.. Managing Editor Sport Editor Society Editor Advertising Manager Staff: Fred Thompson, R. Bruce Melton, Mark Com.u Kit Crittenden , , Football So Poorly Drawn, Shown In 'Saturday s Hero Mity Sick -Decided Betta Not Try Make It Into Town. I Sorta Sicknin Barron Mills (EDITOR'S NOTE: The re porter scans the faces of a courtroom ... the sailor visits a score of ports . . . Feeling the pulse of a people. Often they should have stayed at home . . The doorchimes jangled re peatedly as though an exper ienced telegrapher were fore fingering Morse. The resulting symphony irritated the Sailor because he was up to his elbows in suds the soap variety it being Monday morning and washday. Bongbingbong. "Hold your horses," the Sailor muttered to himself as he used bis own forefinger -as a scalpel to scrape the soap from his arms. The Sailor's appearance was hardly fashionable for receiving guests. Perspiration on his fore head and chest resembled peals of raindrops on a tarpaulin. His torso was bare and the rest ot his body, except for a prrir of ragged white trousers which were neatly clipped thigh length. His "wash-pants" he called them sanforized, too. Bzrcfeet scuffling.- along- the waxed hallway added a per cussion department to the doo'r chime symphony and the Sailor became more irritable by the beat. The sun was at the back ot the guest and his silnouette out lined a stooped little man in spectacles. It was not until he spoke that the Sailor realized that the visitor was a Negro. "Pardon me mizza," the Ne gro began, straightening his body as best his stooped should ers permitted. He was dressed in old, but neatly , repaired, clothing. A frayed felt hat shaded his eyes from the ter rible sun. He wore a shine;, wool suit, a bit rumpled but clean, a necktie which Esquire would never have recommended and a shirt that had seen ras.iv a wash kettle. Unless I've been away lYi .. Scotland county long enough to. a new generation, the Sailor assured himself, Uncle wants handout for his church. "Pardon me mizza," the wrinkled-fig lips began afresh "I was on my way to town and I felt sorta sickenin. I reckon I hardly ben well to'lately. J was wonderin' if I could put dh letter in yo mailbox,- so I won't have to walk alia way into town to de post-office." And he mo tioned toward the country-style mailbox, on the hem of the driveway. The same gnarled forefinger which agitated the doorchimes was extended and three pennies shone brightly in his palm when he completed his gesture. The conversation from the humble, wrinkled little man was totally unexpected and the Sail or could only reply: "Sure, sure. Go right ahead. The mailman will pick up your 'etter." "Thank you, thank you mizza You're mity kind, mity kind." And he turned with a Jift ot his hat and shuffled toward the -nailbox. The Sailor suddenly came t u'e and padded down the hall way to rafrive a shirt and the "aikejfi. It was a sportshirt whicl. lipped neatly over his head and partially blotted the perspira tion. Still bare-legged and liootnal.cd, he dashed down the hallway once again and ap proached the visitor as he turned to head for home. "Say," the Sailor yelled. "You By Stanley Woodward (Former Sports Editor of the New York Herald Tribune, War Corres pondent and Author of "Sports Page.") It is an accepted fact that no great football team ever was assembled by accident. A suc cessful campaign on the grid iron demands a group of boys who rise above the general standard of the students in phy sique, speed, savagery and men tal toughness, if not in brain power, Plans must be laid three or four years in advance to raise a football team from the ruck to a place among the leaders. A large group of ath letes must be introduced, which involves a scouting plan that is frequently nation - wide. A coaching system must be install ed capable of turning the as sembled material into a team. live on X-Way road?" "Yessa, I lives just behind the store down the road a ways." "Well, hop in the car over there and let me carry you home. I don't have anything else to do and that sun is mighty hot." "Wellsa, I apprecirates that amitey lot, yessa a mitey lot, but I wouldn't put you to no bother." "It's no bother, come on. It'll take only a minute." "Wellsa to tell the truf now, I hadn't planned to "go rite home. ' I gotto go by the store and get me some groceries." "I can take you by the store then," the Sailor countered. "Too much bother, nosa I apprecirates it a terribly lot but I wouldn't put you to no bother." The old Neio had met the Salior's every effort with a new reason and he realized that he would never get the visitor to accept a ride. However, he made one final try. "Now listen here, Uncle. Let me ride you to the store. It will take only a minute." "Wellsa, to tell you the truf mizza, I couldn't ritely accept. You see I'se been a mity sick man and I was just going into town to see de doctor. Ya see I had a heart strike and that makes a man mity sick. And dey can't give me no medicine for my sideache because da sey my heart ain't in no conditsun medicine hard on a heart. Wellsa I was waikin' along in to town and my own sista passed me in a big ole car. People is gittin' mity biggety these days, yessa mity biggety. She looked my way, but kepted rite on agoing. Yessa people is agettin' rrri'v o'ggety these days. "I felt mily ..-iok, and decided 1 betta not try to make it on into town. I sorta weak." "Well, let me ride you on to the store," I interjected. "Nosa, nosa. Dat would neber Jo. I cudn't accept yo ride People is agettin' mity biggety these days. Yessa mity biggety." And he turned and shuffled toward the store in the boiling sun, his shoes grating a shuff ling vohnnv as the cars whizzed fcv Ways and means must be de vised for maintenance of the football players while they are attending college. A proper schedule must be booked and, to render the whole thing fool proof, there should be some liai son between the promoters of the football team and the facul ty so that academic casualties may be avoided. It is a strange thing that the picture of intercollegiate foot ball has been so poorly drawn in literature and on the stage and screen. Traditionally foot ball has been associated with heroics and there has been prac tically nothing which has indi cated its true character to the American public. The most accurately drawn story in modern literature was Millard Lampell's "The Hero," which was published in book form. Now comes a motion p'cture based on the book which strips all the bathos and ma larkey from the great autumnal sport and reveals it as it is, as a hard-boiled business involving such things as academic cheat ing, under-cover payments and general demoralization. Columbia Pictures call this movie "Saturday's Hero," re cognizing in the re-titling that the true heroes of the era exe cute bombing raids and bayo net charges rather than end runs. In producing the pietur, Sidney Buchman has exercised an unprecedented restraint in presentation of the subject-matter. When Steve Novak (John Derek), the great halfback and principal executor and victim of a collegiate plan of conquest, gets his come-uppance; it doesn't happen on the end of a 100-yawi dash for the winning touch down. He gets it like most foot ball players do in the rugged exchange of jolts which few spectators ever see. For Novak the end is disillusionment, with drawal from college and return to the Jersey mill town from which he came. All is not gloom, however, for he has a new determination to gain edu cation without glamor. Inci dentally, the hermose and ra ther expensive dollie (Donna Reed) wires tMt he is arriving by plane. This pkUuc vui be released at the start o fthe football sea son and shou'd be a- revealing companion-piece to the big games which will te played all over the country n October and November. -It haj been seen by numerous coaches, athletic di rectors, players and sports writ ers in private screenings and no one yet has found anything seriously wrong witft it techni cally, though -omt of the more sanctified college attaches des cry the baldness of its delinea tion. In preparing, the picture a tremendous job jf research was done: The cognoscenti who have seen it havj occasionally been horrified by its accuracy. As for the. football action, it is the best ever put 'on the screen1. The blocks oM tuck'es are jarring.
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