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PAGE TWO THE DAILY TAR HEEL THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1953 From The Asheville Citizen Lay Off, Virginia, Or Lay On Though she was first at Bethel, farthest at Gettysburg, and last at Appomattox, North Carolina is kind of slow to anger. Right now, ' however, we are pounding ourself on the temple, trying to work up a rage. A rage at the Commonwealth of Virginia. A casus belli, maybe even. So let us begin with a factual re porttrue evidence of sovereign insult, of domestic affront, of honor assailed at which we take umbrage, or under which umbrage we take. Deponent is the Hon. Thad Eure, Secretary of the State of the Great State of North Carolina: t was standing there a-waving her when they came up rom behind and grabbed the flag. Broke the staff in tivo places, right at the joints. And one of those Virginia students wouldn't let the flag go. You should have seen the Carolina students and alumni pouring over the wall. Police and patrolmen were coming from every direction. And there were some Army men there, too. ' This boy holding onto the flag -wouldn't let go. Then this big Army sergeant says, "Let me have him" And I tell you his fingers loosened then. Then that pop bottle popped against place and I saw this other felloio with the concrete wall. Glass flew all over the . another bottle in his hand. The police had to take two of them out. The flag of course was North Carolina's resplendent banner. Hon. Thad was stand ing out there, behind, the Virginia goal line at the Carolina-Virginia game, esse quam videring the Carolina backs in, like a check er at an auto track, as they went across for touchdowns. The rest of the story is the Sec retary's. Pretty obviously, he was set upon by a Cavalier band and the flag went dowii. While this does not match Iwo Jima and is not likely to be celebrated in verse as was Barbara Fritchie's bout with the bunting, we think it is significant enough to start something over maybe an editorial hassle. How dare Virginia offer this insult to North Carolina! Let us, therefore, repatriate Governor Battle (yho is a Tar Heel born) and rush the Royal Rhododendron Brigade of Guards to the border! Let Bill Umstead blockade Norfolk with ships of the line from the De partment of Conservation and Development! Let the General Assembly convene and pro nounce a perpetual pox on Smithfield hams, Richmond mint juleps and Warrenton fox hounds! Let the frontier be closed from Moyock to Grassy Creek! Let the squirrel rifles spring from the Great Smokies and the shillelaghs from the Cape Fear! This is war, Virginia, war to the hilt! And by the way, which end of the dang thing is it? W&t 3iau $at Heel Those Teagarden Tailgate Slurs Wifh Gusto And High Enjoy menf The Eye Of The Horse The official student publication of the Publi cations Board of the University of North Carolina, ' ,r- ,..,, where it is published UNDERSTANDING MUSIC, by William S. Newman. Harper. 302 pp. $5.00. Textbook edition, $3.75. For most of us who keep our Mozart and Brahms records side by side on a shelf with Armstrong and Goodman, understanding clas sical music is largely a hit-or-miss affair. Any any halting efforts we may have made to further our understanding by reading have usually bogged down in the six syllable words of some unread able musicologist. This frustration among embryo enjoyers of "serious" music cus tomarily has led to a conviction that the stuff's just too ethereal. While we've always gotten a kick out of a well-done classical piece, we have ordinarily come back to the mighty Teagarden horn as the proper practicioner of the art. Someday, we told ourselves, (re placing Mozart on the shelf), there'll come along somebody who can explain classical music simply. That somebody has come along, in the person of a musician-1 motorcyclist - chess player from our own campus. Dr. William S. Newman, who, with gusto and high enjoyment, has been teach ing courses in music appreciation to Carolina students these several years, has written "Understanding Music." The book, as Dr. Newman ex plains himself in the foreword, is an attempt "to get at the inner workings of music in a funda mental manner, in explicit terms accessible to all intelligent read ers." This, he has done. And he deserves extra points for achiev ing this commendable end in spite of the elusive nature of his subject. Don't misunderstand us here. "Understanding Music" is not ex actly light reading, nor a shortcut to musical knowledge. The nice thing about it is just that every thing starts simple, ("A chord means a group of three or more tones sounded together . . .") be fore it becomes at all complex. The book is addressed to both "the layman who wants an intro ductory survey and to the con noisseur who - seeks to put his knowledge in perspective." As such, it. will require at the least an earnest desire on the part of the reader to know something about music. Dr. Newman takes it from there. The elements of music, musi cal forms, anoprogramme music get discussed, thoroughly and in turn, and with a clarity that makes it easy to understand just what harmony (or a concerto or a tone poem, for example) really is. Relatively meaningless terms to the tyro take on meaning. Dr. Newman relates music to other arts and to the humanities, gives bar line illustrations of what he's talking about, and suggests ex amples of music to further com plement his material. This is a book best enjoyed with a record player at hand. There's not really much to be f Sue of the Vrity-5ityi ' it t ' ' North Carolina f l -. wWli f. 8 v ' t V daily except Monday, examination and vaca tion periods and dur ing the official Sum mer termsEntered as second class matter at the post office in Chapel Hill, N. C, un der the Act of March 3, 1879. 'Subscription rates: mailed, $4 per year, $2.50 a semester; delivered, $6 a year, $3.50 a semester. Editor ROLFE NEILL Managing Editor LOUIS KRAAR Business Manager AL SHORTT Sports Editor TOM PEACOCK News Editor Associate Editor Feature Editor Asst. Spts. Eds. Sub. Manager Cir. Manager Asst. Sub. Manager Asst. Business Manager Society Editor Ken Sanfdrd - Ed Yoder Jennie Lynn Vardy Buckalew, John Hussey Tom Witty ' Don Hogg Bill Venable Syd Shuf ord Advertising Manager Eleanor Saunders Jack Stilwell EDITORIAL STAFF Bill O'Sullivan, James Duvall, John Beshara. NEWS STAFF Charles Kuralt, Dick Creed, Joyce Adams, Fred Powledge, Ann Pooley, Tom Lambeth, Jerry Recce, Babbie Dilorio, Beverly Blemker, J. D. Wright, Jess Nettles, Peter Coo per, Daniel Vann, Richard Thiele, Chal Schley. BUSINESS STAFF Dick Sirkin, Dave Leonard, Don Thornton. SPORTS STAFF Larry Saunders, Jack Murphy, Dick Barkley. Night Editor for this issue: Rolfe Neill : , - 1 YOU Said It Editor: On: the basis of an editorial in the Greensboro Daily News for today I am writing just to ex press my very sincere congratu lations for your "common -sense and courage" in attacking the abuses of professionalized college athletics. I do not always agree with the Greensboro News, but this time I endorse every bit of his editorial entitled "Big-Time Sports in the Wrong Place." Keep up the fight! And may you soon see results. Ada M. Field (A retired college teacher) Guilford College, N. C. Editor: In my letter which appeared in The Daily Tar Heel of December fifteenth, the first sentence of the third paragraph was printed, "If the Chancellor considers that comments about an instructor's voice projection, the speed with which he presents his materials, etc." I should like to correct this reading which should be as fol lows: ' If the Chancellor considers that comments about an instruc tor's voice projection, the speed with which he talks, the clarity with which he presents his ma terials, etc." This is a small point, but it does make my argument sound a little more logical. Since I do not have an overabundance of this quality, I like to see that what ever I have is used to its best advantage. Henry R. Rupp said on the debit side. Small ar guments might be picked; for example, jazz cultists will prob ably object to Dr. Newman's lumping all American popular band music under the heading, "jazz," as he seems to do when he mentions the word at all. But then, he'd object to their use of the word, "popular," in referring . to "social" music. A small point, best resolved by broadminded ness. We'd say it's a masterful, thoroughly enjoyable book. Its effect on its. readers ought to be noticeable. It may even make fou forsake those Teagarden tailgate slurs for a few hours of Bacn s motivic play. Which is probably what Dr. Newman had in mind when he wrote, "Taste is developed by ex perience and knowledge." "Un derstanding Music" is a good first 1 step toward both. Charles Kur alt. ' Roger Will Coe 'Now Knowland, Now Martin, Now Bridges And Nixon7 A Pot Calls The Kettle Black English Club Four articles on this page within the past week have been devoted to the Carolina Quarterly. This is a fifth. I want to talk about style in G. Boney's story, "Epiphany in E-Flat," and style in the DTH article, "The Editor Cornered," written by the English Club's Clio. ; - An extensive use of "-ing" words in a piece of writing tends to weaken it. It is the lazy man's way to achieve transition. This is not to say that such words cannot be used effectively. Cardinal Newman and Thomas Carlyle were able to do it although I am the only person I know who would praise the latter writer for his style. G. Boney, in his story, over-uses these construc tions. A participle used as the first word of a par agraph is always an eyesore. When used as the first word of an essay, or story, it is even more disconcerting. Mr. Boney not only begins his first and third paragraphs in this way, but sprinkles other "-ing" words all over the first page and throughout the story. Dangling modifiers are to be expected: "He looked in bewilderment at the faces moving close to him, smiling happily." There is no space nor need to quote many examples. fThe last section of the story, a page and a half from the end, begins, "Closing the door behind him and locking out the yellow light, he felt for a moment as if he were . . . (sic) old, and resting his back against the paneled wood without bothering to take his hand from the knob, he looked at the sign of Stuyvesant's Cafe turning a sickly brightness and the sterile cold ness of empty glass tubing by turns, on and off." The last part of the sentence is unclear. Most of the time the remedy is easy to find. Take the first sentence of the story It goes, "Turn ing his head to the side, he saw Dr. Gornonov standing in the wing." "William turned" or "he turned" would be stronger. In addition to these things, we find other words, such as "suddenly," "'now," "soon," "then," "when," and "after," which the lay man uses fcr transition. In three consecutive paragraphs at one place, something happens "suddenly." The use of these words calls attention to the storyteller and his art and creates an unnecessary separation between the reader and and the action in the story. Again, the remedy is easy. To make these detailed comments on style is not to quibble. A story has to be written word-by-word. It is not too much to ask that t)he right words be chosen. Clio criticizes the poetry editor's "Note." The note, true to form, begins with the word "accom panying." Clio begins his own article with the detested "being." I do not plan to criticize what Clio says about the poetry editor. The "Note" calls for" adverse comment but not comment in detail. Actually, as a friend pointed out to me, the most vulnerable sentence in it, "No. one editor could be expected to appreciate fully both schools," is not mentioned. " I do plan to criticize in Clio's article what seems to me to be a case of the pot calling the kettle black. The word which may best characterize Clio's style of writing is that contagious "learned journalese." There are also other elements. The over-use of the rhetorical question may be due to reading too much oratory-by someone like, say, Edmund Burke. Clio's topic, by. its nature, calls ' for a degree of formality, but he uses contractions. If he plans to be colloquial, he should say for ex ample, "hard" to understand rather than "diffi cult." (To say "internal consistency of ideas in a poem" is redundant. "I discovered, however, that what appears to be some sort of poetic credo leaves me more confused than ever," and "I think I know what the poetry editor means here. But it's a guess, and I've arrived at the probable meaning through a process of eliminating all the other pos sible meanings which appear to me too absurd even for a person to whom I here will allow con siderable latitude in-this regard" are unnecessarily wordy and awkward. In places he uses the colon incorrectly or at least awkwardly. Clio's last sentence, "In this, our poetry editor has miserably failed," is tactless and stereotyped. At the end, Clio speaks of old-fashioned prose (he leaves out the hyphen), and the witticism and sarcasm are good. I would like to think he had in mind the sentiments of Winston Churchill, who said, "The short words are the best, and the old words, when they are short, are the best of all." However, if Clio meant to inspire by putting simi lar sentiments into practice, "In this, he has mis erably failed." Cartophylax YOU Said It Editor: NOW we're getting the student paper that we paid for! So you want to now whether or not the students agree with Roger Meekins' viewpoints concerning a home andor travel education versus a college education? Well, you're welcome to my opinion. When I stop to think about the education that a lot of students, including myself, have gotten from four years at UNC, the revolting truth hits me like a ton of bricks. We jus ain't learned nuthin! Compared with what we could have learned if we had applied ourselves all these years as Roger Meekins suggests, that is. For my money, he really has the right idea. Take travel, for instance, as an education in it self. Being an ardent travel fan in the first place, that mode of education naturally strikes home. You just can't beat a first-hand education. As for the cost, consider the cost of attending UNC. That would go a long way toward financing any trip within reason. Come to think of it,, you can even fly around the world for something like $1800 these days, stopping over for as long as you wish, in as many places as you want, provided that t5e trip is completed within a year. Now how much would you learn, as an exam ple, by spending a month in each of twelve differ ent countries? There's no telling. But one thing is definite. You would remember what you learned about fifty years longer than most of this univer sity education is remembered. What am I doing at UNC? Making plans to leave at the first break that being January 28th. John PL Carr Jr. THIS TALE is not in the classical tradition that ends happily. It was not written by Charles Dickens; it won't be radioed into millions of warm and gay homes; it features no triumphant Tiny Tim. In fact, this UNC-Campus Christmas Tale has not quite ended. That's for you to do . . . m, m'liain nf the Diece is Old Scrooge Life, anfl O- ilV- fiwi" it begins, this Tale of Christmas which is a tale of three Christmases, in an. ancient and honored fra ternity. The fraternal Tar Heels had planned a sur prise for its colored house-boy of some two decades of devotion to not overly-paid duties. For what pay can equate a role of House Father, Confidante, Chat tanooga Shoeshine' Boy, Dispenser of Bromo-Seltzef, Giver of Sage Advice, Lender Of Willing Ears To Tall-Tales And Undreamed-of Suffering, Valet, Arb iter of Fashion, Keeper of the Pantry-and-Cellar Seals, and Kitchen Magician Par-Excellence? And what frat, what dorm, could pay it? And because Eulas Mason has been all of these things and was the father of five children of bis own on the side, the fraternal brothers who ha waxed healthy and wise under his major-domoship asked Eulas' help in staging a Kids' Christmas Party at their house just before the Yule 1951 holidays. With the sagacity of a singular father of plural children, Eulas advised on tricks and toys, garJfrs and gimmick, candy and cake, bats and balls and dillies of dollies. Anfl if he gave thought to his own kids at home it was not in envy but of the audience of wide and shining eyes when Eulas would recount the wonders of the party and presents his charges had given. Then, at the very right moment, the guests arrived and Have you guessed it? The guests were Eulas Mason's own five children. And so ended Christmas of 1951, the first Christmas of our Tale. Like a good man and true, Eulas marked well that date in heart and memory; and when Christmas of 1952 became a nearness, Eulas made his move. He made it in a car of old vintage, and himself equipped with a driving-license of matching years: One of those in-perpetuity operators' licenses, and forgotten by Eulas in perpetuity even if a tax-minded admin istration in Raleigh had put a profitable date on eternity by issuing new licenses. The new law troubled Eulas as little as Eulas had ever troubled the Law, which was not at all. Many hours, incalculable stops and debatable exchanges of toasts with farmer friends later and a man of proper kidney doesn't exchange toasts in water Eulas hove into sight of a Chapel Hill police man and of his frat house, simultaneously. The factotum of Law & Order, considered that Eulas was enjoying something less than the clear -visibility and blahdness of the perfect weather prevailing for ordinary mortals, and waved the Eulas Mason Cara van' to a stop within hailing distance of the cara vanserai itself. Loud were the protests of Eulas, and desperate his hails. One of the Magi was not to be interferred with in the discharge of his, gift-bearing duties! But stern was the Voice of the Law and strong its arm. Alas, ere the cock crowed again to mark the hour, Eulas was in durance vile with a variety of charges lodged against him. And more vocal than ever. And why not, when his automobile was chock-a-block with the fowls and fixin's for a chicken dinner for his young men, searched out and paid for by Eulas in markets, from friends who farmed, or wherever qualityand bon marche' coincided ... and now everything perhaps rotting in the car, which had been pushed to one side on West Cameron? When the hospitable" doors of the local calabozo opened again, it was to release to fraternal bonds men a sadder and wiser Magus; and a conference with the magisterial dignitary of our fair town left Eulas facing what was, for him, a fine of strato spheric impossibility. Eulas took immediate, if insecure, refuge in the right of Appeal while he conjured ways of caring for his young men, feeding his five children, sup porting his wife, and saving up the lawyer's fee and the fine that were inevitable. For a colored house boy might be one of the Magi once a year; but the law was The Law every day. Two extensions of time delayed judgment until this current Christmastide. In Hillsboro, this past Monday, Eulas Mason heard the grim score: Close to two hundred dollars in fines and costs. Or . . . else! A touch of drama was added when Eulas' ar-ranged-for lawyer did not appear. As sympathetic, able but hands-tied Judge Leo Carr ironically com mented, "You probably neglected to enclose a check in your last communication, Eulas. I'll give you time to telephone and make some other arrangements." Eulas telephoned; but not to a lawyer. Three of his fraternal charges appeared in a matter of min utes and perhaps some fractured speed laws. .They hired a lawyer pronto, climbed the witness stand to depone that Eulas was tops in their books, that tMs wasjiis first offense ever (this was substantiated by the arresting officer, who had known Eulas twenty years); and good Judge Carr permitted Eulas to be released on a minimal down-payment of the fine's", the balance to taken up soon. But as befits a man of noble kidney, Eulas re fused to let his frat bear the brunt of his human error, even if they could. And thus in this, our third and not-quite-yet completed Tale of Christmas in this year of our Lord 1953, it looks like a far from merry Christmas for Eulas, Mrs. Eulas, and the five shining eyed Masons who remember Christmas two years ago. What is The Horse's interest? Just this: Eulas may work for one frat (twenty years ago he worked on the campus proper) but he is the symbol of the scores of other "Eulases" here on the campus-men of honor, of integrity, of devotion to duty and to students and faculty; in Halls, in Dorms, in other Frats, in Offices. Men of heart and of human frailty Men of color. And men satisfied to be what they are. Here is a chance for Carolina students to pay all the Eulases a tribute by going to bat for Eulas Ma son. If each frat club, dorm and department were to chip in and make up a Five Dollar Check, we could make this Christmas one with a happy ending for a good man and for his good family. Because "Eulas and his kind belong to UNC, not just to his frat. Checks of Five Dollars (or less) from groups made payable to "Eulas Mason's Feed Bag," co The Eye of the Horse, Daily Tar Heel, will do it Let's goooooooo, Ca'lina!
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