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PAGE rP.IDAY, JULY 2 X ttl THE D AIL? TAR HEEL To The Rescue Carolina's own version of the Red Cross flashed into actiorvand came through with flying colors Tuesday when something far worse than the usual sun-burn siclfness hit Spencer dormitory. With limited facilities for handling 76 cases of food poisoning, the University infirmary staff, aided by volun teer helpers from other women's dormitories, took con trol of the situation in Spencer and did a magnificent job of pulling the girls through a miserable afternoon and night. There was the sincerest kind of appreciation expressed in muttered grunts of relief, but those people who came to the rescue deserve the gratitude of the whole campus. Something of a modern Florence Nightingale was Mrs. Mildred Elliot, registered nurse, who accompanied Drs. J. V. Arey, Bill Morgan, and Ed Hedgpeth up and down the hot halls of the dormitory and directed the work of the assistants. She went about her work quietly, but the girls in Spencer realize, nevertheless, how valuable her efforts were. All Miss Willie Aimes, dietician for the dormitory, needed to complete her roll was a starched white uni form and halo that probably, after. all, would have melted over the stove on which she boiled gallons of tea. She and house mother Mrs. Irene Lee kept up an assembly line of iced tea and pitchers of crushed ice, while they answered numerous questions and telephone calls. The complete cooperation during the emergency reached even to the 'Carolina Inn, the contributor of enough crushed ice to pull the girls through the night. Now that the girls are on their feet again, and there are some more vacant beds in the infirmary, the campus can look back with some pride on a job well-done and offer its appreciation, along with the girls in Spencer, to the people who did thatvjob. R.A. Who's Too Hot? Somehow we never understand why even the oldest of -local residents and even more surprisingly stiidents 'from the deepest south tropics (suh) continually gripe about the weather. Perhaps, tradition bound, they feel obligated to talk about it since they obviously can do nothing about it. Getting right down to brass weather tacks we proudly state that we downright LIKE the weather. It hasn't gotten so hot yet that we couldn't take off our shoes and com fortably wiggle our toes. Or wander around comfortably in our summer-bound uniform of T-shirt and khaki trousers. And we still have a most" unpleasantly chilly memory of several weeks of snow, ice, and slush from last winter!! Yes, we like the weather hereabouts lately, and the tot ter it gets the better we like it. If it -wasn't so wonderfully, comfortably, drowsily warm, the swimming pools wouldn't be so appreciated; the beer wouldn't be as welcome and refreshing; and the coeds wouldn't lppk. so cotton-dressy-unswept appealing. So what's the use of hollering about such fine weather? Us, we're enjoying it. R.F.G. Date or Death? We're all four-wheel personalities. That is, we .all like nice new shiny Buicks oa what have you. But we don't like them bearing down at us, roaring down congested streets, about to hit our tin jallopies. We don't like to have these monsters of the road terminate our lovely lives which we have tried so hard to preserve thus far. What we're talking about are conversations like this: . "Honey I'm going to 'be late ... hurry,-darling, hurry. "I've got it wide open, sweet. Don't worry. Just keep pressing the horn. I gotta drive." Meanwhile the car being driven is cruising down Raleigh street (that's the street going by the gals' dorms) at a 50 mile clip in a 20 mile Zone. The moral we're trying to bring out is this. Please be considerate. There are other guys who want to date the next day or night . . . not wind up on a slab. So how about it huh? L.K. He Daily 1 2Tar Keel JUL - The official newspaper of the Publication Board of the University of Nortn Carolina, Chapel Hill, where it is issued daily during the regular sessions of the University by the Colonial Press, Inc., except Mondays, examination and vacation periods, and during the official summer terms when published semi weekly. Entered as second-class matter at the post office of Chapel Hill, N. C, under the act of March 3. 1879. Subscription price: f8.0O per year, $3.00 per quarter. Editor .. Buriness Manager ED JOYNER. JR. T. E. HOLD EN Ml. "icing Editor Bill Buchan Sports Editor . Billy Carmichael. Ill Assistant Business Manager Betty Huston -.Advertising Manager ,. Baxter Morris For This Issue: News Staff: Lincoln Kan, Jim Dickinson, Sam McKeel, Emily Sewell, Carolyn Taylor, Clyde Osbourae, Sunny Rollband, Ann Humphrey, Charlie Gibson, Bill Kellum, Beatrice Metcalf, , Betty Holbrook, Mildred Leonard. Sports Staff: Bill Gallagher, Bob Ousley. Circulation Mgr Owen D. Lewis; Asst. Circulation Mgr Don Snow. Hodgepodge I Like You, Mr. Crouch Bf Ed Joyner The Daily Tar Heel staff ha3 taken a liking to M. L. Crouch. We do not know Mr. Crouch. In fact we are not even sure he is a Mr. We looked him up in the summer school directory in the Graham Memorial office, but he isn't on the list. The only thing we know about" M. L. Crouch is that he made a one-cent investment last week which we apprecia ted. He bought a penny postal card, wrote on, it and addressed it to the Daily Tar Heel. This in itself is not remark able. People quite often ad dress cards to us. The remark able thing about this postal card is that Mr. Crouch likes our paper. He said so. He wrote it down in blue ink and signed his name to it. The card started off, "Or chids to the Tar Heel staff!" We hate cliches and that is a muchly overused one, but when you are on the receiving end . of those orchids t still sounds pretty good. The sec ond sentence read, "Seldom have I seen a more popular summer school paper." WAMBLY WHIPP I 9 r I 1 1 I If STAND AWAY - jr' r FtfOVf THE 7ABLS,) S J Bhtr.tytnlteJ ' Choi ley's Follies Yack! Yack! Yack! Yack! And to get right there suspicious. we began Ordinarily the Daily - Tar Heel staff is not a cynical group, but long and disillusion ' ing experience with letters from the student body has taught us to beware of those that open with compliments. Almost invariably these letters fall into one of two categories: those in whicn the compliment is followed by a "but" after which the writer explains in detail the many and heinous faults of the DTH; and those in which the compliment is followed by a request for a favor usually that the editor or one or all of the staff should drop" dead immediately. So after reading Mr. Crouch's first two sentences I stopped with an unhappy feeling and . began taking bets among the .staff as to what the "but" would be this - time or what he would want us to do for him. Then I read on. I got safely past the next sentences. I read faster. I got to the end, and then I read it again. There was not a single "but" or a single request on the whole card!- I am not by nature a suspi cious person, Mr. Crouch, but I must admit that I waited in this office for three days ex pecting you to come in with a notice of a meeting of the Podunk club which you would like to have printed in head lines. You did not come, Mr. Crouch, and for that I thank you. Mr. Crouch, you have done an unprecedented thing. Among college papers in the United States the DTH is recognized as one of the best. It is gaining a good reputation among pro- t : i icooiuiicti newspaper men m the state. But never to my knowledge in the three years that I have worked on this paper has any student ever written in and said with no re servations, "I think the Daily Tar Heel staff is doing a good job." Yes, Mr. Crouch, you have done an unprecedented thingj and because of it you will prob ably be ostracized by your fel low students. For what you have done is comparable to Capital Sidelights Pardon My Politics XChuck Hauser, who wrote the following column on state politics, was Daily Tar Heel managing editor last spring and will resume that job in the fall. During the summer he is working with the United Press bureau in Raleigh.) . By Chuck Hauser Raleigh You should have been here on election night. The sights, the emotions, the celebrations are ' things that a typewriter has a hard job putting down. I was standing just three -feet away . from the next governor of North Carolina at about 10 o'clock Saturday night when a white haired, dark-eyebrowed, bespectacled man walked in the door of the mezzanine election. night headquarters of Kerr Scott in the Carolina hotel. Charlie J ohnson walked in quietly, then almost ran across the room to where the ; governor-elect stoo. "Hey, Kerr, congratulations," he said. "Glad you could come over, Charlie," the other man answered, holding out his hand. And they stood there for ten minutes shaking hands while the news photographers got their fill of pictures of winner and loser. Their actions seemed extremely incongruous after the manner in which they had been attacking each other for the past few weeks. Scott had called Johnson a machine candidate and Johnsno had shot right back that Scott was waging a campaign of deception and insinuation. Scott had said that Johnson was losing the state money by non-interest-bearing investments and Johnson had re torted that Scott had been riding around North Carolina on state time and state gasoline building a political machine. And they both had said on Friday night that they would win hands down. One of them was wrong. But the buddy-buddy old-pal long-time-no-see routine there in the Carolina was a funny sight to see. From what I could , pick up in Raleigh, politics in North Caro lina gets a lot filthier than on the Carolina campus, where we think we're pretty good at it. But what I heard about Charlie Johnson's boys was stricty for the birds. I don't know yet how. bad it was this time, but I've heard about a lot of chicanery in that first primary. Things like buying votes and ballot-box juggling such as in the little precinct where a hundred and fifty people swore up and down that they had voted for Scott in the first primary, but when the election figures were released Scott only got fifty-seven votes. "And the reports about the people herded over the South Caro lina line to vote for Johnson in precincts in the southern part of the state, and about the colored people who were lined up and voted without ever having been on the registration books. But they all walked away from the polls with an extra dollar or so in their pockets, so who cared? As dollar is a lot of money to some people. Yes, the dirty politics was present and I don't imagine it was all one-sided, but I still think the best man won. Bj Charlie Gibson Patience, folks. Gene John stone says again that so help him, Dewey, the new Yackety- Yack will be given out next week. And when and if the Yacks arrive in shipment, it is one man's peeking opinion that all the-waiting will not have been in vain. The '48 Yack is a whopper with 512 pages, weighing more than six pounds. The size of the thing, it seems, is the staff's only explanation for delay and their only decent plea for cle these days. Actually the GM mency before lynching mobs mezzanine maniacs finished all the material a month earlier this time than last year, but printers and binders had a slower and tougher job wrest ling with 110 more pages than last year. What say we applaud all their industry and forget last year altogether anyway, huh? The '47 annual had a novel cover and a well carried out theme for Tar Heels which many in publications circles considered unsurpassable. When staff originality has obviously gone about as far as it can go, ' subsequent comparisons are in justices not even Spencer dor mitory cooks could think up. However, it is true that the cover of the new yearbook is less striking. Odds are, though, that its brown synthetic leather should prove even more dur able than a coed's "No!" The modernistic gold script type on the cover and all through the book is very appropriate for the timely but vague theme building and future production. Those who only look at pic tures and ignore squib captions The Cavorting Picture might miss the unifying idea entirely. It is. too, there, though. Remember "Y" court psycholo gy: Look around and don't give up until you make something of it. Without further apologies the board of editors Ruth Evans and Hal Bursley along with Johnstone have thrown about everything but a sure hit crossword puzzle into the 48 Yack until it speaks for it self. Among the creditable- new features are more color plates, a bigger and better athletic section, senior personality sketches to break up the mo notony of a record-breaking class gallery, and more and more informal snapshots. It is these snapshots that steal the center of interest through the whole book. Much credit for their cleverness goes to Bill Duncan, ex-pictorial editor and next editor-in-chief. The No. 1 Picture of the Year shows a frat house after a slight potty with 29 men (29 Count 'em, girls 29) lying informally stacked on the floor. Most ex pressive procession. In said scene, Dr. Graham looks im pressed while Dean Wells trudges along behind him, looking nothing but hot and tired under a rakishly cocked academic cap. Most timely photo is of sweating, panicky students dig ging away on construction of their own dormitory to appease J. E. Wadsworth. .Best athletic picture catches' the basketball team in mid-air action and tags the results "Dance, Ballerina, Dance". Most unusual sporting pose shows netman Vic Seixas serving some mean boogie woogie at the piano. In the best individual portrait division, a babble bat;.. ?A sncv women, and a s,,-, named "Blip!" rate ;,, place. First honors t . . "Pappy" Hamilton rigged a sulking Injun and F , Giduz plying awav at r machine with a hamrr. i he never heard of put; :.: nickle in the slut. Hands down, men. th. attractive section of thr ; . , in every sense of the w,: tractive" is the beauty . .. : The editors were a bit r.u.;. , in sprinkling beauty ,', . glimpses haphazardly thr, : out the book four times I.. the pulchritude display ; turned up. Lavergne J ,!,:, ., Chapel Hill camennan ex; ., ordinary, did a top-nun h , ,, in photographing fifteen campus reasons to save t,: bottle tops to win sometiiim: , . other. Mr. Johnson conn ilms ,j his work gratis to the V,,, K and the evidence pi .(i;1( , ,! shows that all the pretty (.,. an. things a Memorial IK,;i audience cheered fur v;.th; this year are real. IVih i;,, somewhat disappointing, them,1, that full view poses hai ! I,.. chosen for uniformity w i,. t, several head and shoulder traits recently on di;pl.iv in the Varsity windows downtown were even more beautiful ti,,,i those the Yack used. In general this annual i well-done, authentic, and inter, esting record of this yt ;i i n Tar Heelia. Way in the fuiu;. gentle reader, when you Ixukh c Junior on your knee and try t i convince him that Carolm,, i too fine to miss even aftej i survives old age in UMT, ti '48 Yack will nostalicly dep. -it University life in all its tiaii tion, toil and fun. Sex Stew Suppression I am a sin among columnists. For lack of some better way to beat the heat, I have wan dered off the sports page hot with torrid triumphs of sizzling stars onto the editorial page cloaked in cold, black dignity. The cold is the content; the black is the ink which by some queer quirk of nature and the Colonial Press prints this page blacker than the rest. But back to this business of being a sin. I am one columnist who differs from the rest. I always have something to write about. That's my sin and that's the difference between me and the rest of these lads and lass ies (female lads) who write on this page to fill it and write about nothing and the nothing there is to write about and animals they have known and talked to. My brother talks to horses, but I'm not one to be caught eavesdripping. As Gertie Stein always would have said, "A column is a col umn is a column." Those are my sentiments to the letter. There is always something to write about. First, take the weather. On second thought you take it as I can not bear it. Then there is sex. Some people say that sex has no place on the editorial page. Others say that sex has a place anywhere. The latter I have the scars to prove. Sex is always of reader interest. Nude-Body-Found-In-Bath-Tub has been selling papers, in New York for years with only Dick Tracy backing the story up on the in side pages. Sex is harder to write than it looks. Of course, it all de pends upon the way you I, ok at it. The big trouble is the number of people in tin.- v,ilj who are against your wntin: sex in the first place. They will delete, censo;, cut, alter, suppress and do cuii.t less thousands of other tl. .!..'.. to anything you write, which if else proves the power of tlx written word. Another big trouble with writing sex is that it loses much of its punch on paper. Sex just isn't a theoretical proposition. It is a proposition that centers around bare reality. It is a proposition. . . . The one fact that stands out above all is that sex, like col umnists, is here to stay. Of course, it's a broad subject to be covered in a single column. If you don't believe it, just ask one. Lead Story Mallette Street Accident Chitchat Beer and Bareness saying something nice about the Playmakers or Administra tion. It is one of. those things which simply is not done. An unfortunate misconcep tion has grown up among Caro lina students that a writer for the DTH is a strange creature who types with only one hand while the other holds a whis key bottle to his mouth. We have not been able to stand a first-rate crew of beer guzzlers to the bar since the spring of 1947 when the famous DTH chugalug team won the Stale Intercollegiate Chugalug title. On behalf of the staff, Mr. Crouch, I thank you for your kind words and if you should be ostracized for them, come up to see us. We'll teach you to type with one hand. . v By Violet LaRue Here it is again! Another week of sweat and toil and beer at the Chapel Hill Brew Emporiums. This week marks the end of a blazin' hot month and the beginning of an even hotter one. Oh for some of that blessed rain which we all cussed on the football week-ends last fall! The Playmakers are quite a crowd and have displayed more energy than any group so far. As the rumor goes the cast for "All My Sons" collected in Mrs. Koch's backyard to make the publicity pictures for the coming production (always get that plug in for the home team) on last Thursday when the temperature was only hovering between 101 and 100 the hottest day in Chapel Hill since around 1897. The cast posed and the camera snapped and the old man in the heat control room on the sun wondered what could be keeping a crowd outside for such a long time. As Sam Hirsch said, "I didn't know that it was such a hot day. But when I got home I felt groggy." It's a wonder that the whole cast didn't have a sunstroke! Party, party, party practically all the Carolina Campus shoved off to answer the call of the ocean this week-end. From the looks o' the likes o' those who returned, it wasn't exactly cloudy on the coast. One brilliant suggestion has been offered in order to allow coolness to again reign in dorm rooms: install a crate of drinks well saturated with ice; hook up a 40 inch fan (that works); open all the windows and doors (closing closet doors to prevent dis tracting odors); then, sit back and pray for a slight breeze. The B. T. N. M. (Back to Nature Movement) has clutched the very feet of the Carolina gentlemen. Bare backs coming in five different shades brown, chocolate, black, bronze, and lily white are the order of the day. Bare feet wriggle along the cool iron parts of the classroom chairs. One bare-footed male subject of the B. T. N. M. was overheard to say in the Y-Court yesterday: "I wish they'd leave -the "tradition' on the walks; civilization is too damn hot for me!" (The following article is re printed from the Mallette News, a weekly newspaper published by Dan Kyker of 122 Mallette street, Chapel Hill. Dan, age 9, is Publisher, Managing Editor, City Editor, and Star Photog rapher.) By Dan Kyker THEATER OWNER HAS ACCIDENT!! Chapel Hill. Jimps Davis, an Apex producer of Apex Producers, Inc., main his thumb in a not too serious accident on the site of the con struction of a service garage down near the A&P on Frank theater at 120 Mallette St., hurt lin Street. The way it seems that the carrying home a case of of carrying home a cose of of you guess what? You guessed it Pepsi Cola. Try one some time; it hits the spot. 12 oz. for only 5 cents its de-e-elish. As I was saying, now what was it? Oh yes! That's it. Now as I said before I so rudely in terupted myself,. he was carry ing the Pepsis home to the mother of his girl friend ( or female acquaintance, as it is in smarty pants Latin.) The girl dropped some money and Davis, always the gallant schmoe, stopped to pick it up. As he stooped to pick it up he dropped the Pepsis, breaking two of the bottles and cutting his thumb badly. Grabbing his thumb and yowling he set down the other bottles and ran home to his mother leaving the other bot tles for the girl to carry home. Impolite of him wasn't it? . The time of the accident was 4:15 a week ago yesterday. CROSSWORD PUZZLE ANSWER IU PREYIOt'S IM '. ACROSS 1 To melt 5 Lunched 6 The Mullen 12 opera by Verdi 13 - Able to read - J5 British Foreign Minuter 17 Served food 1.1 lease's cider ion SO To tump 21 All 21 Wealthy man 27 Took a seat 28 The Swedish NiRUtingale 30 Close 31 Chills 33 City In Oklahoma 11 i 3 !4 Fencing cry 35 Ocean bird 36 Brave man 38 Indian of Shoshonean trlbt 39- Uprlght 41 Gives back 43 Angelea 45 Brtxtle (comb. form) 4H Loud noises 60 To mention 53 Pert to Thomaj Ernntna 55 "Missouri Canary" 66 To venture 67 Hardy annual cereal grass 88 Thin board I I i H 5 6",7' Is 9 lio Iff T" - 7 - ir rr 1 59 HO n, HZ mmm I I DOWN 1 Label 2 To go In haste 3 Daring feat 4 Blouse 6 Man's nickname 8 Surgical saw t Explorer's base in Greenland 8 Surgical saws 9 Hearing organ 10 Suff.t: native of 11 Guided It Short Jacket 16 Metal f astecet 19 Husband of Bath-sheta 51 Ardent 23 Finisher 24 Lovely .1 25 Kllna 58 Bank iSeoU ' 27 To aatlsfy ' 29 Ventures 32 To encircle 37 Hebrew measure 40 Legal wrong 43 Newspaper paragraphs 44 To arouse 48 A radical 47 Age 48 Level of escbscts 49 To declare 51 High note 62 To soak 64 Cortpans petal I
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