THE DAILY TAR
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 194,
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The oSdal newspaper of the Carolina Publications Union of the University
of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, where it is printed daily except Mondays,
and the Thanksgiving, Christmas and Spring Holidays. Entered as second
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For This
News: DICK YOUNG
Houses, Not Homes
WhenW. H. Auden, noted
British poet, was on the cam
pus a few years ago, he visited
several dormitories and came
to the startling conclusion,
"The students in this Univer
sity certainly must get much
work done. These dormitories
are most barren and leave
room only for study and long
hours of work."
He went on tc(compare the
dormitories here with , those
at Oxford ; and Cambridge,
adding that these on the cam
pus look more ; like "monasti
cal seclusions." ;
When we do look at the
bleak halls and the dirty bath
rooms in the men's dormi
tories in both the lower and
upper quadrangle, we can see
that they are a far cry from
the home atmosphere most
college rooms are supposed to
resemble. .
Perhaps this is one reason
, that can explain the great
amount of complaints of
gambling and general . hell
raising in the dorms that
we've heard all year. It stands
to reason that when a man has
a comfortable place to. live in,
he will act more orderly, and
will take greater pains to
preserve the pleasant atmos
phere. Working with limited funds,
the University cannot do very
much to alleviate the struc
tural difficulties of dormi
tories. It can, and has, to a
limited extent, however, reno
vated the bathrooms. In sev
eral dorms, bathroom walls
have been white-washed, dirty
toilets have been cleaned out,
sinks have been repaired, and
the maintenance crew of the
University has begun to show
some life.
Greater improvements are
still in order. A movement is
now on foot to secure two easy .
chairs for every dorm room.
Another is destined to get
proper lighting for all desks.
The old social room plans are
still being worked on.
Dorm life on the campus is
still far from being the ideal
existence that one dreams
about before coming up to col
lege. It's our guess that im
provements in the physical
; Editor
: Managing Editor
, Business Manager
Circulation Manager
Issue:
Sports: LEONARD LOBRED
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structure of the dormitories
themselves will show a marked
improvement in the spirit of
the boys that live in them.-
L. H.
Worthwhile Knowledge
Professor Albert Coates
concluded Sunday night his
series of .three talks on the his
tory of student government at
the University of North Caro
lina. Yet these lectures, taken
from a book being written by
Mr. and Mrs. Coates, should
be only a beginning. The reac
tion to them indicates clearly
that Carolina students heed
and want to know about their
university.
Small groups of students
were invited to hear the first
presentation of the student
government history in order
that they might offer, critic
isms of it. Interest grew and
the attendance increased at
the second and last lectures.
These students, if they had
not realized it before, became
aware of the fact that student
government is something
alive and dynamic and is con
stantly changing and; improv
ing. They realized that it can
best move toward perfection
if they know its background.
The Coates lectures supplied
them the history and tradition
that was needed to make stu
dent self-government become,
more than ever before, a thing
worth having and striving for.
This small group had the
privilege that at present, is
unavailable to the rest of the
students, the opportunity to
learn of the workings, past
and present, of the system of
government they have in-
herited and fought for But
there must be many who, not
having heard these wonder
ful accounts of the past, have
insufficient basis for knowing
and appreciating the present.
Therefore the education of
self-government and certain
ly this education is as valuable
as any offered by a regular
academic course has not
reached them to the extent
that it should and could if a
channel were open for the
lessons of the past to pour
into the present and the fu
ture. .
Apropos of Nothin
My secretary, Latrina Fink, has a young -nephew, Alutzio
Macadangdang by name, who thinks The Furtive Poet's Nook
has a rank stank about it. In fact he suggests that this whole
column permeates tHe air with an offensive odor. How this
blatant example of arrested development arrived at such a
ridiculous conclusion quite exceeds the boundaries of my com
prehension, but arrive he did. .
"Could you do any better, Waffle-mouth?" I said patronizingly. He an
swered me not but screwed up hi3 oral cavity unattractively and presented
me with a bronz salute and the following rather con-
r
1 iusme selection.
I Him sit on him
most hardly.
Run along, lad,
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ceived: , .
"Dear Mr. Conrad:
"No doubt you have heard of my work in the field of temperance, as for
several years I have been travelling about the Carolinas appearing on the
lecture platform. Perhaps you are familiar with my best known talk, "The
Curse of Drink." For the past three years I have had as my constant com
panion a true and faithful helper, one Norman Cartwright, who used to sit
with me on the platform, and I would point him out to the audience as an
example of the ravages of drink.
"Norman originally had a splendid background and was a man with a
fine education and fine tastes. During the years when he should have given
thought to the moulding of his character, he developed an insatiable ap
petite for, first, beer, later whiskey. How easy the problem would have
been if he had turned to God! He was a brilliant man who became a wreck
because of this one weakness. He would sit motionless on the platform
with me, drooling at the mouth and staring at the audience through vacant
and bloodshot eyes. . ' 1
"Unfortunately, Norman went to meet his reward early this month after
a severe coronary attack. A mutual friend of ours, one James Kleeman,
has given me your name, and I wonder if you would consent to accompany
me on a tour tWs' summer in Arizona to take poor Norman's place?
Hoping to hear from you soon, I remain,
Rev. R. L. Lynch.
Somebody has a sensayuma (Ariz.?) no doubt. And incidentally, who
ever has been sending me the Breeder's Gazette can cancel the subscription ,
anytime he wants to. V
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Apropos of temperance, a social science teacher told this true story the
other day: 4 '
Lady Astor, 'whose hobby used to be temperance crusading; was once ex- ,
tolling the virtue of total abstinence before the House of Parliament. On
and on she preambled about the horrors of alcohol and finally announced in
a stirring peroration: "I would rather commit adultery than touch one drop
of beer!" -
' There was a silence, and then Tom Burns, Parliament's Hibernian humor
ist, jumped on a chair, threw his hat in the air and yelled, "Lady, wouldn't
we all!" -": ".' , -
" Jack Milne, who turned in that record-breaking 1,000-yard, run Saturday,;
wears an Army flier's wings that he nearly paid his life for. The officer
bet Jack he wouldn't have nerve enough to" parachute; so Jack promptly ar
ranged for a jump at an air show. He .bailed out at 5,000 feet but his chute t
failed to cooperate until he reached 1,500 feet! When he landed it Was just "
between some railroad tracks and high tension wires. For his performance-
he received the wings and $5.50! ' i ,: -
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Notes Scribbled on a Frayed Cuff
George Glamack (he fclays basketball) receives ten to fifteen fan letters
a day . . . '
Ed James is taking advantage of the G. Neighbor Policy. Since he speaks
four languages, he finds it no trick to get in everything from picture shows
to basketball games free. He almost took the Virginia trip with the
Latins' '..:.",'. , : ... . v, -
. Jack Dube waited over the course of three cokes to get his physiognomy
in a pitcher at the Book Ex and then happened to turn his head when it was
snapped! (Well, who cares?) . x . :
Some self-styled humorist put Dr. Frank Graham on a faculty-vote bal
lot and gave him a B .. . '. ,
Mr. Bruce Ulman swears he didn't write the letter to Hedy printed last
week, but the picture of same pasted over his bed is mighty damning prima
facie evidence ...
For some reason I can't get "I Can't Get Indiana Off My Mind" off my
mind (say three times. fast) ... , -
Fr. Gibson's drum dance in tomorrow night's "S.R.O." is really ter
rific. In fact the whole conga number is sexsational (honist, fellas, Mc
Gaughey doesn't pay me a cent) .. .
Glamour tou jours glamour: Jawn Barrymore, the tired champion of the
dignified belch, has a pet vulture named Maloney. All in favor signify by
the usual sign ...
Eyetems
Screwball Parker, singing a happy birthday to Geo. Washington. Just
can't understand where she got that name .. .
Marie Watters, without a South American ...
G. Glamack, mighty taken with Marion Hoover, a beautiful transient
from Miss. ...
The session will be closed after the singing of that familiar old madrigal
Hooray, Hooray, My Father's Going to Be Hung. '
COATES
(Continued from first pige)
ped off the barrel, fell, landed
some DroKen glass ana iu
minutes
later he was dead. The University,
students, and the state were horri
fied. The student body was numbed
and paralyzed by the tragedy. The
student council was "shocked out of
its capacity to act", and in the emerg-
ency the faculty stepped in and took
over the investigation. Four sopho
mores found guilty of the hazing were
held for trial in a civic court and
were convicted for manslaughter. At
the next outbreak of hazing, the stu
dent council had regained its author
ity, and on its pwn initiative had 30 .
men suspended for hazing.
During 1927, under , President
Chase's administration, a gambling
ring was uncovered in one of the
buildings and the student council, act-
ing quickly and efficiently, shipped 13
men. In 1936, a cheating ring was un-
covered by the students and in a short
By
Barnaby Conrad
Pome
What a cute lil bird the frog are
Him ain't got" no tail at all almost hardly.
But when him run him hop. and when him sit down
old tail which him ain't got at all al
you bother me.
At last someone has written me a letter! Campbell,
Clampitt, Harris, Roof, Meyer they're always getting
letters, and now I've got one! Here it is just as re
time 53 students were on their way
from the University. In each case,
Professor Coates remarked, the stu
dents were faced with the most dif-
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on ficult problem in Student government:
that of reporting, testifying, Accus
ing and proving fellow students vere
guilty. In each case, the students rose
to the occasion, put personal feelings
aside and upheld and vindicated the
honor code.
Professor Coates went on to prove
and illustrate other examples of stu
dent body efficiency and occasion
ally the lack of it, and concluded,
"Student government here Jias weath
ered many a storm, and there , will be
more to withstand in the future. In
the past the students have rallied to
the honor system, have sought ways
to improve it, have exhibited the mach-
inery with which to cope with these
problems, and the vitality with which
to handle them. Student government
is a necessary, fundamental part of
our democracy and will continue to
be the spirit and training ground for
citizenship and democracy."
JLeiid An - Ear
By Louis Harris
Our South
"Not to laugh, not to weep, but
to understand," is the way my week
end host summarized our trip last
Saturday and Sunday through the
cotton fields and
one of the many
share - cropper
regions of the
Southland.
I had just fin
is h e d reading
"You Have Seeif
Their Faces," "a
striking picture
study of the poor
whites and ne
groes" by" Erskine Caldwell and
Margaret Burke White and maybe I
was looking for it, but here is what
we saw: ' .'
"A place where anybody may
come without an invitation, and,
before the day is over, be made to
feel like one of the home folks.
Scientists with microscopes, theo
logians with Bibles come here to
tell us what is wrong with it, and
stay to buy a home and raise a fam-
ily. Gaping, tourists come to pick
its flesh to -pieces, and remain to
eat fried chicken and watermelon
for the rest of their lives."
Little overalled, white kids, some
hearty, some meek and under
nourished, all of them country
looking. A grizzled farmer trying
to make his fertilizer start cotton
growing out in the fields again, who
says:
. "Five months of school a year is
all I'm in favor of, because I need
my children at home to help work
the farm."
A stout negress, healthy-looking, s
washing dishes in a white-man's
home, who says: '
"I was having my fourth in five
years when we went to, the doctor
and he told me and my old man how
to keep from havin' more of them.
We been getting along fine since
then."
A tough-bearded, wrinkled, old
farmer, squinty-eyed and stoop- 1
shouldered, with his decrepit hat
pulled over his forehead down to
his eyes, tall, lean, and wiry, who
says: ; ' "'. Y ' '
"A man learns not to expect much
after he's farmed cotton most of
his life." - V
A sweaty negro lying in a pile of
loose tobacco leaves, tired and life
less looking, saying:
"The auction-boss talks so - fast
a colored man can't hardly tell how
much his tobacco crop sells for."
A gray, , unpainted, one-room
shack, set off in the middle of. a
field, surrounded by cotton. Lethar
gic negro farmers leaning on the
slim poles that hold upj;he patched, '
leaky roof, saying:
"No place to plant me 'a little
garden when the white-boss says to
plow the cotton right in up to my
front door. We just got to have a
garden to eat regular."
, A fat, pregnant negro woman,
sitting barefooted, on the makeshift
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steps of a decaying shack, holdls
a one-year-old in her arms, with &
two-year-old child sitting nar
saying:
"I got more children now than I
know what to do with, bat tier
keep coming along like water
melons in the summer-time.
Land, like piles of sand daaes
just dried up and washing away
with each rainfall. A fatalistic
farmer tending a small field of com
that will grow tall in August, and
looking over the erosion-doomed
land, saying:
"It looks like God cant trust peo
ple to take care of the earth any
more." i - . .'1 . '.. ,
A banker in a fine office, with a.
worried frown on his face, heavm
a sigh and saying: .
"One of these days the tractor
and mechanical picker are going to
catch up with cotton, but by that
time, it's going to be too late to
help the tenant farmer. Hell have
ruined the soil for raising any other
crop, and broken his back, to boot.
Don't ask me whose fault it is. I
don't know. I don't even know any
body who thinks he knows.
"All I know is that one man oc
of ten makes a living, and more,
and that the other nine poor devils
get the short end of the stick. It'3
my business to sit here in the bank
and make it a rule to be in when
that one farmer shows up to bor
row money, and to be out when
those other nine show-up . . . Some
nights I can't sleep at all for lying
awake wondering what's going to
happen to all those losing tenant
farmers. A lot of them are hungry,
ragged, sick. If the government
doesn't do something quick about
the losing cotton farmers, we'd be
doing them a favor to go out and
shoot them out of their misery."
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We all know what it looks liker
but we don't really know what to do
about it. We sit and wonder how.
We must figure it out together.
. . .... it's our South.
rthday
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below may obtain a movie pass bp
calling at the box office of the Car'
olina Theater on the day of publi
cation.) ;
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Browning, Benjamin Howard
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Clarke, David Arvine
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Kapralis, George C.
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McKellar, Angus Alford
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Spencer, Walter Jesse
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