Pago Two
The Daily Tar Heel
Saturday, November 22, 1S52
"Think This Is Too Soon To Hang 'em Up?"
John Taylor
ReVieWS Bill C. Brown
Tar 'On
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Business Manager JIM SCHENCK
Sports Editor , BIFF ROBERTS
News Ed.
jody Levey
Sub. Mgr.
Carolyn Reichard
Asst. Sub. Mgr. Delaine Bradsher
Natl. Adv. Mgr.. ...Wallace Pridgen
News Staff Bob Slough. John Jamison. Punchy (Billy) Grimes. Louis Kraar.
Jerry Reece. Tom Parramore. Alice Chapman. Dixon Wallace. Tony Burke. Jen-
nie Lynn. Tish Rodman. Tom Neal Jr.. Jane Carter, Sally Schindel.
Sports Staff Vardy Buckalew. Paul Cheney, MelvuY Lang, Everett Parker.
Charlie Dunn.
Society Staff Peggy Jean Goode, Janie Bugg. Alice Hinds.
Advertising Staff Buzzy Shull. Buddy Harper. Eleanor Saunders, Judy Taylor.
Bozy Sugg. Nancy 'Perryman.
Night Editor for this issue: Tom Peacock
A 'Remedy, Too
More than 600 student hours a year are being wasted
during pre-registration due to an antiquated liason system
between South Building and Archer House.
During November and again in March the pre-registering
student is called for a conference with his Dean. After se
lection of courses for the coming quarter, the student is
handed a Green Form and told to present same at Archer
House.
Upon reaching Archer house, the student hands in the
Green Form, receives a yellow card and is told that he may
pick up his class tickets on Jan. 5.
The Green Form is changed in no way from the time
Dean X hands it to Student Y until Student Y turns it in
at Archer House. Yet twice a year 4,000 students are forced
to make the trek from South Building to Archer House.
Simple arithmetic produces our figures, based on five min
utes time between the two houses of administration. This
is a needless waste which should be eliminated.
The remedy is simple: A single university employee
could make the rounds of the Deans offices once a day, pick
up all completed forms and deposit them at Archer House.
The time involved: perhaps one hour. C. W.
k, Beat Dook, Beat Book, Beat D
What Kipling really said was, "Carolina is Carolina and
Duke is Duke and never the twain shall meet." He was was
wrong. Barring a late cancellation, Carolina and Duke will
play football this afternoon at Kenan-in-the-Pines to decide
among other things just what kind of housing the Victory
Bell will have during the coming year.
For the past two years, that bell has tolled the hollow
ring of defeat for Carolina. The Tar Heels haven't been on
the right track in this matter since the immortal Choo Choo
huffed and puffed and blew the Blue Devils down four times
running and passing, too.
In true Brooklynese we cried last year, "Just wait 'til
next year." Next year is here. And the Tar Heels are on
hand. They have revived the prose of the late Wendell L.
Wilkie, and now the cry is, "What we need is one Worrell."
We have him.
We know we will win today. Knowing it is a big part of
winning it. Victory rarely comes as a surprise. In the words
of Carolina's perennial water boy, Morris Mason, "Duke just
gotta go down!"
Now we don't wish to go on record as being opposed to
giving the Devils their dues. Being Devils, though, you can't
give them heaven, boys, but you can always give them hell.
Beat Dook, beat Dook, beat Dook, etc.
Beauty And The
We don't know, maybe it was coincidence, but while
Chancellor House was expounding "Where Beauty Dwells"
Thursday night in Gerrard Hall, 70 beautiful things were
holding forth in next-door Memorial Hall to get into the act
as Yackety Yack pulchritude.
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18. city of
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My Hee
Your red-faced columnist begs
your forgiveness!
After checking figures and
checking with those who had
also checked figures, I stated SP
had a majority in the Student -Legislature
for the first time in
the history of Student Govern
ment. Apparently, that question is
still open to debate as the head
line -of the same day's paper
proved. Attention is now fixed
on the lone dorm district IV
runoff that can decide . the
question.
Even if tied in Legislature, it
still is probably the closest SP
has ever come to having a ma
jority. And I still predict big
things from such body; I still
predict these things for the same
reasons I set forth in my last
somewhat over-ambitious col
umn. There are other things, how
ever, that Tar On My Heels
came out with November 19
that perhaps need a little clari
fication witness Jerry Cook's
letter.
The first of these things is to
make clear once again that Tar
On My Heels is not the official
or unofficial organ of any politi
cal society on campus. Student
Party members read these col
umns at the same time Univer
sity Party members read them.
This is the official and unofficial
offspring of one Bill C. Brown
and he is quite willing to accept
the roses and curses for such.
Such roses and curses should not
be lauded on SP simply because
I am a member of such party;
Tar On My Heels is not its
mouthpiece.
The only reason I stated SP
sometimes has failed to repre
sent anyone was that in trying
to represent both dorm and frat
residents, I have found that one
faction gets more than its share
of representation, leaving the
other quite without anything
like a full share. You see, SP
has been willing to co-operate,
willing to give in on a few
points for the sake of harmony.
SP should continue such con
ciliation moves, but . not at all
costs. I think SP will continue
to co-operate. Now that UP has
all but lost control of Legisla
ture, perhaps they will meet us
half way. I certainly will work
and hope for the day.
Another point of clarification:
Tar On My Heels did not mean
to imply most fraternity men
think of non-Greeks as so much
trash. Some do; they are the
notable exceptions. Some SP's
undoubtedly would close down
the fraternities; they likewise
are the exceptions and I certain
ly do not join them.
I am glad UP is attempting to
get non-fraternity members
finally. tIt is welcome news, but
news coming about 14 years too
late. In controlling Legislature
for that many years they have
not bothered themselves with
non-fraternity men. I feel con
fident the record will show
something like 99 of their
candidates have been from the
fraternity and sorority cliques.
The SP, on the other hand, as
Mr. Cook points out, has about
as many fraternity men as non
fraternity and nominates about
as many. I am proud of the
fact our outlook on campus
affairs is not limited to a view
of one faction; a faction which
neither resides in dormitories
nor knows its problems. I, per
sonally, have never tried to hide
this fact from the students, nor
do I believe SP as a whole has.
Now that UP has come dang
erously close to losing control of
it's long held whip over Legis
lature, they are considering the
non-fraternity man and are at
tempting to pawn themselves
off as the great unifier of UNC.
Such was not the case 14 years
ago, nor is it true today.
SEOUL United Nations rock
ets and artillery chased four Chi
nese "mechanical monsters" off
the battlefield yesterday and
hurled back a new series of Red
attacks on Sniper Ridge. The Chi
nese called in four armored tank
like vehicles to saturate Republic
of Korea defenses oh the vital
central front height with multi
ple machine gun fire. But Al
lied artillery got the monsters
in range and forced the Reds to
retreat with theig strange ma
chines to towering Mount. Papa,
2 1-2 miles northeast of Sniper
Ridge.
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Washington Square Confidential
Well, I hate to admit it, but
I simply am not "cool." Neither
am I "Way out,' Man what I
mean gone!" Probably this
makes me the most reactionary
of reactionaries, musically
speaking, but I am a man of
courage and feel I must express
myself.
Once upon a time, I was cool,
way out, gone, I thought that
JATP, or to the unitiated, Jazz
at the Philharmonic, was sim
ple "the greatest ever, Man!"
I was fourteen at the time and
young for my years.
I had pegged trousers, a
string tie, a duck's tail hair-do
and stomping shoes. I could leap
up and holler "Go! Go! Go!
Man!" with the best of them.
After all, we have all sinned.
Times have changed and so
have I. But unfortunately for
the world of music, and particu
larly for the world of jazz, JATP
has not.
The other evening, JATP did
San Jose the dubious honor of
opening its nation - wide tour
here. Had I been alert in my
duties as a public - spirited,
watch - dog type journalist, I
would have given you forewarn
ing. But if I may add butchery
of a metaphor to my multitude
of failings, I was asleep at the
switch.
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From The Spartan Daily
Unwarned, then a few of you
must have been sucked in. It
is understandable if you were.
Mr. Norman Granz, the promot
er, offered some mighty entic
ing talent. Real famous jazz
men like Gene Krupa, Buddy
Rich, Lester Young, Roy Eld
ridge and Flip Phillips.
Now I did not attend Mr.
Granz' presentation here, being
as I said before, no longer cool.
But a friend reports the follow
ing: The first number was the
"Star Spangled Banner." Per
haps Mr. Granz is a very pa
triotic fellow. But when his
charges jazzed the national an
them, even the "coolest" spec
tators cringed at the lack of
good taste. Fortunately, for in
ternational relations, they did
not choose to improve on "God
Save the King," or the "Mar
sellaise." After this initial faux pas,
the gentleman went off into
their regular show. This consist
ed mainly of a great deal of
writhing, facial contortions and
foot stomping and minimum of
music.
Mr. Flip Phillips, who once
played a nice, smooth, jaz
spends most of his time im
itating a bull elephant with ex
treme dyspepsia. He and his
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friend, Mr. Young, also had a
contest, the object of which was
to produce the highest screech
and the lowest burp possible
with a reed instrument.
A similar contest was held by
the trumpeter, Mr. Roy Eldridge
and Mr. Charlie Schaeffer, and
the drummers, Mr. Gene Krupa
and Mr. Rich. The latter was
somewhat comparable to being
trapped in a gasoline barrel with
two beserk jack-hammer opera
tors. Mr. Oscar Peterson, the large
Canadian, played an enjoyable
piano for a while. He often was
extremely imaginative and
whimsical on the keyboard. At
other times, however, he sound
ed like Mr. King Cole giving a
bad imitation of Mr. George
Shearing.
Miss Ella Fitzgerald, the large
American, sometimes sang very
well indeed. That is when she
sang it straight. But she also
"bopped it," which was nothing
more than a perversion of the
highly improbable "scat" sing
ing in the late 1920's.
JATP wound up with a slam
bang conglomeration of disson
ance called "Perdido." This title,
I believe, is from the Spanish
and means "lost," which is ex
actly what JATP should get.
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On Thursday evening, your
reporter was seated in Memorial
Hall drooling over the most
gorgeous hunks of feminine
pulchritude that have graced
Chapel Hill in a long time and
having a hell of a good time
laughing at the piano highjinks
of Bill Collins in the interludes
of the Yackety Yack Beauty
Contest, when he suddenly re
membered that he had an article
due at the Tar Heel office early
the next morning. He was petri
fied, because he didn't have any
thing planned to write about
this can't truthfully be said to be
an unusual situation until he
looked up onstage and seeing
Collins thought of all the very
talented performers around the
campus and knew that he had
the basis for what he, at least,
thought would be an interesting
series of columns.
No one article could possibly
list all the gifted acts in Chapel
Hill, and that will not be at
tempted here. This will be the
first of a series of articles that
will try to give a little credit
.where it is due the accomplished
showmen of the vicinity.
The most obvious person with
whom to start is the afore
mentioned Bill Collins, piano
virtuoso and scat singer extra
ordinaire. Bill, a member of the
English' department, is a pro
fessional, which accounts in part
for the seeming ease with which
he holds his audience every step
of the way. Although he is very
funny in straight comedy, his
main forte is in the rendition of
not blue, but purple songs while
accompanying himself with
mucho gusto on the piano. Much
of his material he has written
himself.
One of Collin's main assets is
that he has enough imagination
to vary the delivery of his ma
terial, so that no matter how
often it is heard, it is still tre
mendously entertaining. This
reviewer has heard him do much
of his act previously, but laughs
more and more on each repti
tion. It takes a real artist to
have that effect on people.
Bill has appeared profession
ally in Daytona Beach, Florida,
among other places. He has
generously donated his time to
perform for many worthy or
ganizations and was recently
one of the actors who presented
a show at Fort Bragg.
Express
Yourself
Editor:
As a '52 graduate of Carolina
and a graduate student now at
the University of Tennessee, I
would like to suggest the follow
ing solution to the Saturday
Classes problem.
They pulled that Saturday
business down here and it is
now an established procedure,
all shouts of indignation from
the student body to no avail,
naturally. I yelled bloody mur
der when I discovered that
weekends begin at noon on Sat
urday here that is until I
learned to do what everyone else
does. Just don't go to class if
there's anything interesting go
ing on elsewhere. It's a most
satisfactory solution . . .
Ann M. Williams
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