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PAGE TWO" THE DSICY TAR HEEE" "SATURDAY, NOVEMBER H, 1930 Now Is The Time NONPLUS by Harry Snook The official newspaper of the Publications Board . of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill where it is published daily during the regular sessions- of. the-.University' at 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: $8 per year, $3 per quarter. Member of the Associated Press, which is exclusively entitled, to The use for republication of ail news and features herein.. Opinions 'xoressed by columnists are not necessarily those of this newspaper. fcditor : : .-. - ROY PARKER. JR Business Manager , ; ED WILLIAMS Executive News Editor CHOCK -HA USER Managing Editor ROUTE NE1LL Sports Editor ; , ZANE ROBBINS Don Maynard, Associate Ed.' - Neal Cadieu, Adv. Mgr. Andv Tavlor. News Ed. Oliver Watkins, Office Mgr. Frank Allston, Jr.. Associate Spts. Ed. Shasta Brvant, Circ. Mgr. Fav Massenpill. Society Ed ' Bill Saddler. Subs. Mgr. Marie Costeilo .. Adv. Lay-out News Staff: Edd Davis. John Noble. Walt Dear. Charlie Brewer Barrett Boulware. Stanley Smith. Billy Grimes. " Sports staff: Joe Cherry. Ltw Chapman, Ait Greenbaum. Bin" Roberts. Bill Peacock. Ken Barton. Harvey Bitch. Dave Waters. Leo Northart. Eddie Starnes, Bill Hughe?. Paul Barwick.. , . , . Society staff: Nancy Burgess. Margie Storev. Evelvn Wright. Marvel Stokes, Sarah Cobbel. Lula Overton. Nancv Bates-. Helen Boone. Jimmy Foust. Business staff: .Ta teEjcwia. Hootsy Taylor. Mat ie Withers, Charles Ash orthrJohh Poindexter, Hubert Breeze, Bruce Marper, Bill Faulkner, Pat Morse, Chuck Abernethy. Martha Byrd. Marie Costeilo. Marile ' MeGerity, Lamar itioupe. , Staff Photographers For This Issues Nigh4 Editor. Relfe Everyone A Principal The appeal by the defendants in the case of North Caro lina College students seeking admittance to the University Law School is, a move on which hangs as much significance as the original suit Jtself, and: students should follow closely, and ' with, open minds, the progress of the suit as it takes off into the higher echelons of the federal judiciary. Judge Johnson Hayes' historic opinion is one that will be .as carefully studied and weighed as did the distinguished jurist study and weigh in deciding and writing his judgment". As the folks who are as much tied up in the suit as. are the principals, students must, in order to clearly -and fairly un Wcti)r.rl the multiple problems it brings up, make good use of all information pertaining to its travel through the higher courts. . . -' - Whether the present decision stands or falls, there are as pects, problems, and decisions arising from the case that will have to be faced, no matter the final outcome. Solving them will be a job that will Require deep understanding on the part of all concerned, and no one is more concerned than students of the University. LSU Deity Reveille Objective Ideal A New York educator in a recent talk scored the "passion for objectivity and a kind of intellectual neutrality" which many college teachers possess and cultivate. He was of the opinion that it is better education for the teacher, to admit that he is animated by a passion for truth seeking. We have all experienced the kind of instruction wherein we record much comment about it and about, but suffer for a conclusion. At its best, this kind of "neutrality" in a professor might be called "intellectual modesty." At its worst, it is very near condescension. In the first instance, one does not ask a question because he will get only a finer-drawn balance of the evidence; in the latter, he is likely to get a superior smile and, perhaps, an epigram about the ultimate nature of truth. The two extremes, one supposes, depend on the nature of the teacher and whether he puts himself or the student first. The issue is certainly fundamental. It touches at the very essence of education as applying both to the teacher as a man with his own accumulated learning, and to the student who, perhaps, expects a formalized passing-over of certain concentrations of data. One cannot blame the teacher as a man. He is entitled to his view of the scheme of things and to liberty of expression. One cannot deny him this. In a democracy it is a duty (to switch to political symbols) for each man to speak out. A free exchange of ideas is basal to the philosophy of democracy. And as the ideal of knowledge in today's world is almost exclusively the -scientific one, it is not remarkable that the most enlightened people cultivate objectivity as the only honest approach to knowledge and to life. Suspension of judgment until all the data is in is the indispensable condi tion of the scientific method, a method which is not confined to the laboratory, as some think, and since the data is always being added to, suspension of judgment is fairly general.- The question is, of course, one of immediate a.nd remote objectives, and it applies, perhaps, differently to the teacher and the student. . Often the student does not cherish the scientific, objective ideal. As often again his accumulations of data on a subject have not fallen into evidential patterns, which make up the whole clothe of conclusions; or he lacks the temperament or capacity for neutrality. Then the teacher has to choose among his own ideal of education, that of the student, and that of the taxpayer assuming always that he enjoys academic freedom of choice. Should he pass on the patchwork of data to the students and indicate the probable pattern, or should he maintain the "neutrality" which he may honestly consider his role? His own ideals (if he as first, the man, rather than the teacher) must come first with him, and he will temper the austerity of his own ideal to the expediency of notebook con clusions as he sees fit. The choice leaves the student to his own resources of re ception and cataloging (with such exceptions as the teacher may make possible) and (if he is a' good student) it will not fail to benefit him; but certainly the ideal of all honest people teachers or not is objectivity. And if he is a poor student, it is questionable that he should seek the higher levels of knowledge and attainment a tentative conclusion, this, arrived at by scientists. Legis lative bodies may decree that everybody should or shall have so much formal instruction. Their responsibility ends there. One's fitness t receive is determined by those better able to pass on the question. 0 For a passion for truth is best evidenced by a caution and a knowledge of truth's credentials. Impetuous courtships with truth, however, charming and forceful, are seldom remark able for an acquaintance with the desired object. Jim. Mills. Cornell Wright Neill Sports. Buddy Northart "What's the matter,' pal?" It was at the Rathskeller. Beer and the crovd and the dim light have a devastating effect, on. sa. many people tii that popular dungeon that it's, always good for something hew. This fel low was sitting by himself, arms on table and chin in hands, and the saddest sad face I've ever seen. "What's the matter?" lie replied: "111 tell you. ; "Here I am, sitting her e feel ing good, and " thinking about people - and , everything. And- I think -that here it is Year Six of the Atomic Age. "The emphasis seems to be on Bigger and Better Things for everyone. You know, Progress with, a capital P, with better houses, more . luxurious cars, longer wearing clothes and bet ter food. And I'm thinking" how nice it's going to be, when we. get all, the things we are try ing to get. ' - "A horrible idea strikes me and I. see where Bigger and Bet ter Things are gonna get us. "We're even hot after making ' a bigger and better bomb. And maybe the end is getting close as we develop a j hydrogen bomb. We might just eliminate the-human race and all of its problems with one big blast. "But I don't like this thought, since I am optimistic by nature. So I start thinking about get ting .some of the other things we're working toward... "I think about discovering a material for clothing that will never wear out. Everyone would soon have more clothes than he could find room for, and' the garment and accessory industries would go. out of business. "Then would come the inven tion of a new, light and inde structible metal. Houses, cars, refrigerators and other things made out of this metal would never wear out. Think of it, I said to myself. It would be used to build enough of everything, then industry in general would clo?e up shop. "Then I remember that we've eliminated business and labor, for. the most part, and there's not much else to want. Everyone gets interested . in government and we build a real world de mocracy where everyone's equal and all. . "We find a new mean-; of syn thesizing food that co&ts noth ing and will never run dry. It completes the list of essentials and we sit back and play Ca nasta or politics. , "I start thinking about all the ramifications that develop. We get tired of Canasta and even the churches begin to fold tip because there's no insecurity any more. The only people who go to church are the ones who worry about where they're go ing when they die. "The medics, in their search for the preventions and cures of diseases, stumble upon the se cret of life. Everyone, lives for ever, and the church really quits for good. Births begin crowding things a bit. "But science doesn't let us down when. we get that close to Utopia. Science develops a per fect contraceptive and the hu man race is no longer in danger of smothering itself off the face of the earth, "And there ve are.' No work and no worries. Nothing much to do. Everything's all cut end dried and people don't even have to think. Since we don't have anything to do but have fun, we don't have so much fun any more. "You know what, I'd kill my self if I had to live in a world like that. And the way. it looks to me, it doesn't make much difference whether we build a bigger and better bomb and use it or get all the other things we keep wanting. "One is the quick way, and the other is the slow way." So I told him to have another beer and start thinking, about the pretty women he knew and all the people he hated. As I was leaving, I saw that he was smiling to himself. He forgot all about the dire state of the human race. But I haven't forgotten what he said. -.Kb Vat.-- -vwv. Tar Heel fk, ;. ' ; V . , :m . . . . M' I waited a long time to meet this man, a man I never knew. Seven years I waited, to say simply, thanks. This is a purely personal piece about war, and is devoid of heroism, histrionics, or social sig nificance. But it is a partial explanation of just how war is important to men who are drawn briefly together by accident, some3 "hint of the extraordinary bond that exists between strangers who impinge on each other as the result of war. I never met Dr. Sidney Sideman of Chicago before this week. Yet Dr. Sideman knew me well. He labored over my carcass for ; three .hours' one day in a sun-scox-ched tent in a stinking jungle on Russell Island, in the Solomons group. 1 was out of my head, most of the time, and remember the doctor only as a wraithy face that floated back and forth like a dream of a giant. I had more or less ripped off an arm, in a peculiarly unromantic accident that was just as painful as if I had stood off a battalion of Im perial Japanese Marines. Dr. Sideman, whom somebody dug up in the middle of the jungle, tacked it back on. He tacked-it back on with a set of nuts and bolts and screws and spikes that were especially adapted to the job. It was, as a matter of fact, the only set of machinery of its typa in the Pacific at that moment. It was Dr. Sideman's personal property. He gave it to me, to wear away on a transport, because in the delirium induced by pain we were not using anesthesia that day I kept yell ing about catching my ship. The ship sailed at 2 n m. I went aboard her at 1:30 wearing Side man's metal antlers in my arm. Ordinarily, I woyld have beemdue for at least a six months' sojourn on Sideman's tropic island, with later reassignment to God knows where. Something strange moved him to give up his only set. of surgical pins, before duplicates could be made. I dunno. Neither does he. But -the fact that I caught my ship was one of those odd turn ing noinls that decide even such serious things You I wasn't going to, but I went to the Mono gram Club's open house some weeks back and had a marvelous time. Knowing that it's such an elite group in its way, I was a little confused at first, not being particularly athletic, about how I was going to get in. I had a cute little sales talk all whupped up about what a grand b.w. I am, but some kind, tall, and muscular person told me it wasn't necessary. Once inside I was terrifically impressed by the number of goodlooking men each girl was able to monopolize. And, for once since I've been here at Carolina, the refreshments didn't exhaust themselves. Or we didn't have to wait for the ice or the sherbert or the cups. And, to make it nice, the men. The only thing regrettable about the evening 'was and is the beating I will get from my two little brothers when they learn I didn't shake hands with Bunting and Holdash. Dick had al ready been shanghaied by some girl, though, and "Huck" (do forgive my brazen familiarity) was shagging with some girl I was afraid to. cut in on. The- evening ended in a magnanimous way At Large Name "mi f?nJF""" Lh&r by Robert Ruark, '35 as life and death, lot alone health and happiness. It is unusual that Sideman never forgot me possibly, he says today, because I hollered so loud and used such foul language. He was root ing through his records the other day and stum bled through the old X-rays taken in the jungle. With a surgeon's passion for neatness he de duced that Lt. (jg) Ruark and a late-sprung columnist might be the same guy, and summoned me to Chicago to complete his records with final X-ray. A big, gray-headed, kindly man, he does not today resemble the ogre I remembered. All of this means nothing very much except that Sidney Sideman and I are, today, on the strength of one lunch, older and greater friends than many a life-long acquaintance. We sat and yapped at each other for three hours, with a kind of solid camaraderie that civilians rarely know. Remember that I never saw Sideman except through a fog of delirious pain, because the guy was driving spikes into me with the earnestness of a railroad tracklayer. He handled thousands of similar cases during the war, men who passed briefly under his hands and went away. But all of a sudden we are the oldest of buddies. We talksd with the intensity of two old women with a hamper of gossip to exchange. The heat and the jungle smell came back, and I could suddenly remember people, things and places I had forgotten long ago. Minute details of life aboard shin and on islands sprang back into clarity. The whole adventure to me, now, a stodgy civilian was sharp again. I suppose every man who was ever in a war met a stranger who performed some favor or service that switched the tide of his destiny, which could account for the closeness of com munion between men who shared unrea'ity. Dr. Sideman is my personal touchstone, and it is very nice to meet him, for the first time, after seven. years. Although I must say his magic pins used to hurt like he'll. by Elaine Gibson when five boys who played Lacrosse (last week, I think) walked me home to Carr. They didn't say who they're playing next. Honestly, the way this place ships H20 shouldn't happen to Duke. If it rains much more I may hibernate indefinitely, if my raincoat doesn't sober up and come home. . I was passing by Graham Memorial the other night and guess what I heai-d! "Twelfth Street Rag!" right here in the middle of all this cul ture and knowledge. I was so overcome with emotion that I went irt and found out that an orchestra was being formed. T promised them I'd come down tonight with my comb. Friends, I have just bscome highly dissatisfied with Carr, because they put too much wax on the fioors-here or something, and the 'girls have slid ing races. I got a splinter. I went over to Durham the other day. After all I've heard I don't know just what I expected, but I was very favorably impressed. I suppose it depends on what you look for in a town. I went after a raincoat. My family was tfood encAigh to drive me back before my lab was quite over., j iiw IbMII vi Thoughts' On Editor: ......:- ;'-'.-. -'- ' . ... . The other day as I passed the giant oak which stands in front of Caldwell, I stopped and stood ina we as I noticed for the first time the great, limbs and. how they extended far from the tree trunk in every direction. ' This huge trunk supported these great limbs and spread them over a large area. Yet, as I walked on, I realized that the. true strength of the tree and its limbs was not in themselves but in the tremendous roots which I imagined must dig themselves into the very source of the strength, the earth. This picture made me understand the character of life with more clarity. I realized that we were each of us like the trees; like the trees spreading themselves over the earth, some strong, some weak, some over a great area, some over a small, each of us spreads our influence over the earth in the same manner. Like the trunk of the tree which is proportional to our influence on the earth, like the different kinds of trees with the different appearances and capacities, we are different kinds of people with different appear ances and abilities we are not all oaks and redwoods; like the different trees grounded in common faith, faith in God, the alpha and the omega; like the trees which dig their roots deep into the earth and branch them into every pore of the soil depending on this for their very strength and beauty, we people must further our faith and dig it into every part of living. We must be nurtured and receive the life-giving benefits and love of our God. And when we die we may truly and honestly return to the good earth. Maybe this is why the Religious Emphasis Week Committee decided on the theme: "Deepening the Roots of Our Faith." Albert S. Newion The Guest Box (The jollowing article, from The Cavalier Daily of the Uni versity of Virginia, discusses the problem at UVa. created by a rule that chaperones must be present at all fraternity parties. The name of the writer was not revealed by The Cavalier Daily. Ed.) Fraternities at the University of Virginia in the process of planning a weekend party in variably are faced by the prob lem of securing a chaperone. This is not always an easy task. Often the persons ap proached for this job seem able to invent a myriad of reasons which make them unable to spend the evening at a fraterni ty house. Many potential chap erones 'regard the idea of play ing watchdog at a party here . with little enthusiasm, feeling that the work is long and lonely. When a willing couple or lady has finally been obtained to keep a not too watchful eye on things, the next problem that confronts the fraternity is that of seeing they are entertained. Various members of the house are re quested in no uncertain terms to devote a portion of the eve ning to chatting with the chap erones and to seeing that they receive a plentiful supply of re freshments. There are many ways to amuse these party police, and every device from parlor tricks to kicking out chandeliers has been tried during the history of chaperoning at the University. A few years ago some mem bers at one fraternity on the Grounds decided they could re lieve the watchers of their bore dom by teaching them the mer its of a poker game. The results of these lessons were disastrous for the fraternity men, as the ladies they attempted to teach ACROSS Small cubes Mountain: comb, form A posile to the Gentllea Scent Male sheep Russian hemp Heavenly food Compass point Oenus of ducks Dizzy Epoch Negative Conjunction Former U. S. President Yangtzo river Always Meadow Wild ox 37. Aromatk wood 39. Wealthy 41. Pile 43. Article 44. English letter 45. Generous 50. 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In a few instances, a fra , ternity has found itself con fronted with a chaperone who has inhaled an over-abundance of the "party spirit" and thus is unable to get a very clear picture of what is going on. In such cases, the fraternity often discovers that it must chaperone the chaperone. Thus year in and year out, the fraternities run into the dilem ma, "who can we get for to night's party?" Certain local residents have claimed for some time that -this situation could be relieved if the houses around the Grounds would adopt a pol icy of paying their preservers of social order. Such a proposal is generally received with howls of protest by fraternity men, but many persons in Charlottesville say they would be quite willing to serve as party supervisors for a nominal fee. "After all," they argue, "baby-sitters get paid al most as well as a college pro fessor these days and they only have to watch one or two babies at the most. 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