PACE TWO
THE DAILY TAR HEEL
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1953
Blind Man's Bluff
. . .
Provincialism has moved in and with
what a vengeance on the University of
Maryland. '
Dean of Men George Eppley, in a new
quest for conformity on our contemporary,
has had destroyed several hundred copies of
Maryland's student newspaper, the Diamond
back. This is a courageous extension of a
trend which seems to have become fashion
able in the American publications atmos
phere the trend of censorship. The State
Department, of all groups, started the ball
rolling this summer; now, in the Maryland
instance, it seems to be snowballing. First it
was the burning of books. Now the burning
fad has lit upon articles and pictures for news
papers. As Tke Daily Tar Heel understands it,
the battle at Maryland began when the Dia
mondback and its editor, Miss Elin Lake,
planned to publish a picture showing an emp
ty seat at a student council meeting, and a
story about the dean of women's being con
nected with a traffic violation.
But Mr. Eppley and his dean of women
stamped out the revelations.
We do not believe censorship in any form
is permissible or advisable. For that matter,
neither did those gentlemen who wrote "Con
gress shall make no law. . .abridging the free
dom of the press."
We hope Miss Lake keeps her quill sharp
and her objectives' true. And may the offend
ed Mr. Eppley and the dean of women show
a greater understanding of the public's right
to know.
Moving Finger
Charlie Sharpless
"The moving fingei writes. . ."
Veterans from every war in our nation's history
have received bonuses of some sort or another.
Some have received their bonuses in the form of
land grants or grants of money, others have receiv
ed bonuses in the form of free education or tax ex
emptions. The families of those who have died in
the service of their country have been made the "Ben
eficiaries of life insurance policies taken out on their
sons by the government.
AH these benefits and bonuses were well deserv
ed and hard earned, for a nation can not do too
mach for her sons who have given their all. But
what good are all these myriad benefits to those
who were killed or maimed beyond recognition by
war? Why should they have been denied the bene
fits that would rightfully have accrued to them, if
it had not been for some quirk of fate? Should they
have been denied that which rightfully would have
been theirs? Why is it that these benefits are al
ways given out when it is too late for those who
have earned them to utilize them? Would it not be
better to give these benefits to men before they
are killed or maimed in war?
Today all the young men in America in high
schools and- colleges are, in a sense, veterans. They
are the veterans of the wars yet unfought. They are
the men who will fight in the wars yet to come.
They are the men who will either be killed or crip
pled for life in the great battles of the future. True
they have done nothing yet, but they soon will. They
are the men who will be collecting the veterans
bonuses in the years to come. Why should they not
have these benefits now, while they have the time
and life to make use of them? Why should they be
forced to wait until tragedy has already struck?
These veterans of future wars are alive now they
may not be alive tomorrow.
". . .And having writ, moves on."
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EDITORIAL STAFF Bill O'Sifllivan, Ron Levin,
Harry Snook, John Beshara, James Duvall.
NEWS STAFF Jennie Lynn, Joyce Adams, Dan
iel Van, Anoe Huffman, Fred Pewledge, J. D.
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Night Editor for this issue: Louis Kraar
Ike & Labor
Pet? ley E. Barrow
The new administration, hav
ing developed labor pains after
nine months in office, and re
nine months in office, seems des
tined for an even stormier and
more troubled scene ahead. The
recent and reluctant acceptance
of Mr. Durkin's resignation by
the president is only a . harbinger
of the strife to come in labor
management relations.
Ironically" enough, the admin
istration has just been forced in
to invoking the. very law they
were considering for amendment.
It should be remembered that
this law (Taft-Hartley) was born
out of chaos and injustice just
as the labor movement itself de
veloped out of the inequities of
the indusikrial revolution. Let us
strip away the shabby smoke
screen of partisan politics and
personality differences and get
at the heart of the matter the
real problem and issue.
With the defeat of the so-called
liberal forces of "little caesar"
Dewey within the Republican
ranks on this issue, it was fairly
clear to most that Ike had ac
quiesced to the Taft forces whose
tacit agreement to ascertain re
visions seems evident. Taft him
self wanted it amended, but his
death provided the administra
tion with a convenient excuse
for postponement and delay dur
ing which the .planned amend
ments were "leaked" to the "Wall
Street Journal" where the sub
sequent, and expected hue and
cry of a sellout to labor was
raised and strong opposition as
sured. With the Taft leadership
gone, the president now proposes
to wait and make his views
known in January to the new
Congress when it convenes.
As to the question of whether
ance or promise as he thought he
Durkin actually had such assur
had, it seems a moot point. I
personally feel both men .acted
in good faith with their own con
science and that an extremely
unfortunate misunderstanding by
both parties concerned arose.
- Whether Durkin's group or com
mittee was "informal" (as Ike
claims) there is certainly nothing
informal about Jhe office of Sec
retary of Labor and Durkin's ap
pointment to it. Another ironic "
touch is involved as Taft had
vigorously opposed the naming
of Democrat Durkin to the cab
inet originally.
The ulterior motives which
persuaded Mr. Eisenhower to ap
point Mr. Durkin have not paid
off as they were expected to.
The administration ought now to
realize that making unprincipled
concessions to the A. F. of L. or
C. I. 0. leaders as a shortcut to
winning the political support of
the trade union membership is
neithe good politics nor good
public policy. The paramount in
terest of the general public wel
fare as represented by govern
ment in the matter of labor-management
relations was recognized
in the passage of Taft-Hartley.
Since the prevailing prilosophy
of the time was "we must have
something," although it most cer
tainly contained some inadequa
cies for which time, has shown
cies and inequalities for which
time, has shown the need of re
vision, we must still recognize
the fundamental principle as
sound (John L. Lewis who has
called it a slave labor law notwithstanding.)
Not A Pretty Picture
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Washington Merry-Go-Round
Drew Pearson
Drew Pearson's letters to mem
bers of his family have some
times attracted almost more in
terest than his biggest 'news
scoops. Today he writes one to
his grandson who lives in Los
Angeles. Ed.)
Washington, D. C.
Dear Drew:
It's lonesome at the farm since
you went away. Grandpa looks
over at your rumpled bed and
feels sad in the morning, even
though I did scold you when you
woke me up so early. Your dump
truck is still under my bed wait
ing for next summer, and your
swimming shorts, with the hole
that we always forgot to darn,
are still on the line waiting for
you to come back and keep me
young again.
Biitzen, the cow you named
for Santa Claus' reindeer
though she can't move quite that
fast has finally had her calf.
She was sorry
you couldn't
wait to see it.
And the pi
geons that we
tried t o scare
away on those
misty summer
mornings are
still eating
KictuQDas auaia seedlings. So
there will be plenty to do when
you come back.
- -By the time you get this letter
your daddy will "be so busy that
he won't see much of you for a
while. Because he's running for
Congress.
I expect you won't realize for
some time exactly what that
means. But it means he's taking
on one of the most thankless but
necessary jobs in the country;
that he'll be in for all sorts of
headaches and heartaches; that
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he'll be called all sorts of names;
that other boys may tease you
about him in school; and that
his political opponents will try
to bring me into the campaign
and make it appear that I'm the
candidate, not your daddy.
Despite that, I'm proud that
he's running for Congress. He'll
have to remember, and your
mommie will have to remember
and you'll have to learn later that
anyone who goes in for public
service gets an awful lot of
names called them and they make
a lot of enemies.
But you can't f altar because of
enemies. And you'll find as you
grow older that a man is known
just as much by the enemies he
makes as by his friends.
Your grandpa has made plenty
of enemies; because you can't
write the truth as a newspaper
man without making them. I've
regretted some of the enemies,
but I'm not ashamed of them.
Some of them, who later went to
jail, I've been proud of. Some
people I've hated to antagonize
because I respected them even
when I disagreed with them. But
the right kind of people in pub
lic office, like Senator Taft, be
lieve in the American rig!Tt to
disagree, and they don't become
enemies.
However, I hope that some of
the politicians I have tagged in
Los Angeles won't take it out on
your father, just because of me.
And if they reprint the things
Westbrook Pegler has said about
your grandpa in order to hurt
your father, just remember that
what isn't true doesn't really
hurt anyone. And the truth is
bound to come out sooner or lat
er, though sometimes not soon
enough in a political campaign.
Anyway, whether he wins or
loses, I'm gladvhe's running for
Congress. Because a lot of peo
ple today sit back and gripe a
bout their government, yet don't
bout their government, yet don't
do anything to help their govern
ment. A lot of them don't even
go out and vote. They complain
about Congress and some of the
mossbacks in Congress, but they
don't run for Congress or do any
thing about electing young and
vigorous Congressmen.
One trouble with our country
is that during a war everyone
pitches in to help his country;
then, after a war, everyone sits
back and criticizes.
In some ways running for Con
gress is like a war. Your daddy
didn't hang around waiting for
an oficer's commission in the
last war, though his father prob
ably could have got one for him.
He went into the Marines as a
buck private. And now he's land
ing on the beachhead of Ameri
can politics the tougli and diffi
cult way, just as his outfit land
ed at Guam and Iwo Jima.
And if more young veterans
ran for Congress in the same
way, the Country would be a lot
better off.
A man who's already been e
lected to Congress and who was
considered for Secretary of La
bor, Sam McConnel of Pennsyl
vania, once told me how he hap
pened to run for Congress. He
said he was a student in Phila
delphia when your great-grand-daddy
Pearson, who was my
father, came to speak at his
school. Your great-granddy was
a professor at Swarthmore Col
lege, and Congressman McCon
nell said lie gave such a stirring
speech on service to our coun
try that Sam McConnell decided
when he grew up to run for Congress.
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Eye Of The Horse
Roger Will Coe
("The horse sees imperfectly, magnifying some
things, minimizing others, . ." Hipporotis; eirca
500 B. C.)
THE HORSE was in the barber-shop getting his
hooves shellecked and having his mane trimmed,,
and the wild gleam in his eye told me something
was a-foot.
"A-hoof," he corrected me. "Man, I'm going to
be in shape for Monday night at Fetzer Field!"
What gave?
"I dunno whether they are giving or you got to
pay your way," he shrugged. "But 'The Road to
Orange' is going to play a two-night stand there."
The Road to Orange? What was that?
"An outdoor pageant, com
plete with three stages, lights,
sound, cast of one hundred and
fifty, and guess what?" His
eyes clicked like billiard balls.
"Sixteen horses. Hi-yi!"
The manicurist shellacked her
own foot and the barber nicked
The Horse's left ear. When or
der had been restored, I waited
Tor the explanation of the joyous
effusions.
"Lissen, there ain't been that
many horses congregated in one place since Custer's
Last Stand," The Horse nickered. "I just hope they
iave a few liking fillies among the gathering."
Didn't he mean likely fillies?
"Likely," The Horse shrugged, "is too vague a.
term for me. I hope they do not have a white horse,
howsoever."
Didn't" he like white horses?
"Well 111 never forget the riot they had in Dal
las not long ago," The Horse revealed. "A sort of
historical parade, it was, with all sorts of stuff. One
act was Lady Godiva, in the guaranteed-self-same
garb the original Lady Godiva wore on her famous
ride in Coventry, or wherever. I despise details."
I had heard there were few details to Lady Go
diva's garb that day. There she was, and there her
horse was, and both dressed identically.
"Yeah, that's the tale," The Horse grinned. "But
about this Dallas deal boy, they rioted in the
streets!"
Really?
Yeah," The Horse confirmed. "You see, nobody
there had seen a white horse in ten years. So I hope
they don't have any riots at 'The Road to Orang'.
Too, I am interested in moot question."
And that was?
" 'How Green Is My Ehle?' " The Horse nicker
ed. How Green Is My Valley, I corrected him.
"The Green I mean is Paul, and the Ehle I mean
is John," The Horse said. "I wonder if we have an
other Paul Green coming along in John Ehle, the
author of this Colonial horse-opera, so to speak.
You know, Paul Green, the author of the first of the
outdoor dramas, is a stickler for details."
How did this concern Ehle, or The Horse?
"Umm, I wonder would he notice, this Ehle
character, if there were seventeen horses in the
cast instead of just sixteen? Let's say I spotted
a cute filly among the sixteen, now. Catch?"
Well, as a matter of fact, I'd heard there was one,
but she was black and of course would have to be
segregated.
, "If there are no white horses, how do you seg
regate?" The Horse sneered. "And if there are
white horses, there may be another riot. We'll see.
Monday night at Fetzer Field. . ."
AiiVt Necessarily So
John Beshara
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An ad in last week's Daily Tar Heel gave three
reasons why college students, particularly male,
should know how to type. The first two are inconse
quential, but the third, that's our meat. Here if is:
In case yau're drafted.
Unthinkable sums of money are spent by the
armed services emphasizing the necessity for prop
er personnel placement They make tape recordings,
present skits, show movies, issue publications, all
for the purpose of dramatizing how money can be
saved by putting personnel on jobs in yhich they
already have training.
Those uniform-wearing men who are civilians at
heart push for the lush job of a clerk-typist. It means
rescue from the infantry. It means a good chance of
staying state-side and in the event of shipment ov
erseas, they will probably be billeted in the com
fortable rear-division areas many miles from the
front The only hardship they face is memorizing
their typewriter number in case it is stolen. It's a
good deal.
But take it from experience, it doesn't work out
like that. An Army buddy spent weeks writing a skit
about a boy who had a degree in accounting. The
accountant was working in the Army as a truck
driver instead of being in finance. Naturally, the
climax of the skit is reached when the personnel of
ficer discovers the error of some blunderhead in as
signing the lad and finally puts him where he be
longs, in finance.
The friend who wrote the skit did so from per
sonnel experience. He had a degree in accounting
from Columbia University, and what was he doing?
Not using the training he paid for. as a civilian,
that's for sure.
The thing men-fearing-the-draft should do is get
some training as a dentist, chances are they will be
assigned as a typist