SATURDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1951
PACE TWO
THE DAILY TAR HEEL
Beat Dookl
Carolina Front.
Saturday Night In Western Europe
The sjxrts writing wizards who predict
the outcome of football games are all a
greed Carolina over Georgia this after
noon. We trust they are right. And while
we're hustling up encouragement for the
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Tar Heels, let's save a little for the Boiler
makers of Perdue. -Carolina rooters who re
member the little scene at the Carolina
State game that is pictured here are hoping
for something to holler about Avhen the
Duke-Purdue score comes over the Kenan
loudspeakers this afternoon.
Break Out The
Red Flannels? Ma!
"While we all stood in the dusk of "Wed
nesday evening, rubbing disbelief from
our eyes, fall came. A thundershower beat
down the dust in the afternoon; then the
chilly air marched down from the North
west and drove the hot air before it in re
treat to the South.
Fall had put up a long, trying boycott.
No one wanted to open a book during the
week. No one wanted to celebrate on the
football weekends. We waited, but fall de
murred in the distant North. Nor would
it even flash a hopeful breeze to us late in
the night. -. ' .
Then, as the first chilly breezes started
blowing in Chapel' Hill, the suddenness
of it all like drink after long perishing
imparted a certain indeterminable craze.
People snatched woolens out of mothballs;
they stepped about with a new spring in
their toes; they even talked dizzily of build
ing snow men on the lawns and throwing
snowballs when the first snowflakes arrived-
r Everybody agreed: Warm weather could
have a Ions; vacation. Fall was here.'
'Spencer On Shorts
After reading the case for Bermuda
shorts on yesterday's front page, we were
almost convinced they should be adopted
by the coeds on days when chilly weather
doesn't make them impractical. The coeds
quoted in our feature story pronounced
them comfortable and the campus is not
so formal that they would be out of place.
That was before Betty Covington
brought a communication from Spencer
Dorm by the office. The verdict of the
Spencer girls lias convinced us against Ber
mudas, and perhaps you will be convinced
too after hearing their quatrain:
Deck your lower limbs in pants,
.Yours are the limbs, my sweet
You look just fine approaching,
But have you seen yourself retreat?
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Forgotten Hero
Had His Day
On Grid Field
- Louis Kraar
TODAY " AS the, fall winds
flap the kick-pleats in trim
coeds' "skirts and 'Kenan Sta
dium fills, the ancient but aly
ways changing Georgia - Caro
lina football show will be on.
Since 1895 (when the Tar
Heels threw the Bulldogs 10-6),
these two schools have been
taking each other on. There's
been many a change since thai
first game. The long skirted
young Ladies
who accompan
ied their Caro
lina gentlemen
on tftatT 'first
encounter i n
the 90's! have
changed almost
a s much a s
the game o f
football itself.
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NEVERTHELESS, the wave
of enthusiasm that will start
this morning with the arrival of
alumni and continue until dawn
crashes the parties along frater
nity row is the same.
And the admiration for a foot
ball hero is still present. Caro
lina hasn't had a real one for
the last few year. If today one
is born his name will be on
departinf alumni tongues, his
picture in every coed's mind
and his praises sung until the
last party plays out.
The life of a football star's
fame is usually as ephemeral as
an edition of a daily paper, and
fter one's time has passed his
only gloryq is in the record
books and the minds of those
old timers who watched him
play.
TAKE A guy who used to
play football. His name was
William Webh, Ellis, and he play
ed for a school called Rugby in
England back in '23 that's'
1823.
Football wasn't too respect
able a sport then, by the way.
It seems that the whole busi
ness started early in the 16th
century o n British village
greens. Only the young fellows
of the lower classes participated
(the nobles never liked to dir
ty their hands), and the ball was
an inflated animal bladder.
Fortunately, by the time of
our man Ellis (Rugby, '23) the
elder's objections to the rowdy
bladder booters had subsided.
Public schools and fewer nobles
helped quite the objections, I
suspect.
ON THE fall afternoon that
Ellis distinguished himself, foot
ball was strictly a kicking game.
Scoring was possible only by
kicking the ball (or bladder)
over the opponent's goal.
Ellis grew rather disgusted
with the game an intraschool
tilt because it was drawing to
a close without a score. Finally,
exasperated to the final degree,
Ellis seized a punt. And instead
of heeling it for a free kick at
hte goal, he ran helter skelter
through his amazed opponents(
with "the ball under his arm.
Young Ellis scored football's
first touchdown that afternoon.
RUGBY CAMPUS leaders were
torn out about the play though.
And alumni didn't praise Ellis,
coeds didn't idolize; not even a
little party was thrown. Instead
he- was censured, ( term more
suitable to politics than sports
htese days).
Eveuiually, Ellis' touchdown
"was glorified. His fellow stu
dents a few years later voted
that running the ball was per
fectly cricket.' And to show that
-they really appreciated the first
touchdown, the erected a tablet
in a shady ivy-grown wall com
the event.
So this afternoon in Kenan
if Carolina finds another Jus
tice, I'm for the alumno talking
him 'up, the coeds looking starry-eyed,
the parties continuing
past dawn and a tablet in some
shady walk.
Integration
Won't Work,
Says Creed
Sounds
Dick Creed
cO T-f THe.wtHtilvi post- -
Teller's Bomb A Dud?
Joseph & Stewart Alsop
(The following is excerpted
from the Alsops' syndicated col
umn. Editor.)
There is publicly available evi
dence which strongly suggests
that the hydrogen bomb design
ed at Dr. Edward Teller's Liver
more Laboratory turned out to
be a failure during the Pacific
test series last spring.
This evidence, it should be
said at the outset, is in no way
secret. It is all on the public
record.
The evidence may not be con
clusive on that point, the read
er must be allowed to judge for
himself, yet it is worth report
ing, simply because an extraor
dinary campaign is now under
way to picture Dr. Teller as the
true and only "father of the H
bomb", and virtually every oth
er American scientist as a fuzzy-minded
fool or worse.
The first part of the evidence
consists of an official release by
the Atomic Energy Commission
itself. At the time of the test
series at Eniwetok, in the Pa
cific, the AEC announced that
both the Livermore Laboratory,
established to give Dr. Teller a
free hand in designing an H
bomb, and the great Los Alamos
Laboratory, were "participating"
in the tests.
The second part of the evi
dence consists of a statement by
Dr. Norris Bradbury, Director of
the Los Alamos Laboratory. This
statement was made at an extra- ,
ordinary press conference called
by Bradbury on Sept. 14, to re
fute charges in the book, "The
Hydrogen Bomb", by James
Shepley and Clay Blair Jr., that
Los Alamos resisted the H-bomb
program.
The' Los Alamos Laboratory,
Dr. Bradbury said with emphas
is has "developed EVERY SUC
CESSFUL THERMONUCLEAR
WEAPON THAT EXISTS TO
DAY" in the free world. The
capitalization of the above words
is to be found in the official
Los Alamos release.
This statement certainly looks
like a broad hint that only the
Los Alamos bombs worked that
the H-bomb or bombs designed
at Livermore failed. Dr. Brad
bury should certainly know
what he is talking about. An ev
en broader hint came from Sen.
Clinton P. Anderson. As rank
ing Democratic member of the
Joint Congresional Atomic En
ergy Committee, Anderson
should know what he is talking
about.
Asked to comment on the
Shepley-Blair book, Anderson
said: "I wish that the AEC
would remove from its classified
character the report of what hap
pened to the bombs designed by
Dr. Teller and the Livermore
Laboratory. The authors . . .
might have asked the AEC how
Dr. Teller's thermonuclear bombs
have thus far exploded."
The conclusion is obvious. The
"New Mexican," the astutely ed
ited newspaper which serves Los
Alamos, drew it. Anderson's
statement, the well - informed
"New Mexican," noted, "most
nearly says what informed Los
Alamos opinion has left unsaid."
Quite obviously, what informed
Los Alamos opinion has left un
said is that the Teller - Liver
more version of a hydrogen
bomb was a dud.
There is nothing shameful a
bout this. Although, as far as
is known, there has never been
a previous failure in the many
AEC nuclear tests, failures are
no doubt inevitable in so unex
plored a field. Moreover, his bit
terest critics do not doubt that
Dr. Teller is a brilliant scientist.
Yet in the rewrite of history
now being promoted, tTeller is
not only brilliant. He is the vir
tually single - handed creator of
the hydrogen bomb.
Teller, according to the book,
"was at " least 'within citing dis
tance of a successful H-bomb"
in 1946. Yet the opposition of
a cabal of the most distinguish
ed American scientists, combin
ed with "foot - dragging at Los
Alamos," caused a near fataf
delay in the American H-bomb
project. The day was saved
when, thanks to the intervention
of Lewis Strauss (the book's sec
ond hero), the new Livermore
Laboratory was created for the
lonely genius, Teller. This, the
authors contend, belatedly had
the effect of "energizing Los Al
amos." After citing the evidence that
the "successful H-bomb" which
Teller supposedly envisaged in
1946 turned out to be a dud in
1954, the "New Mexican" mildly
remarked that there should be
no doubt in anyone's mind who
is energizing whom."
There is irony in this episode.
But there is tragedy too. The
tragedy does not lie in the ex
pensive failure at Eniwetok
if such is was. The real tragedy
is Dr. Teller's. Gordon Dean, for
mer Chairman of the Atomic En
ergy Commission, has called the
Shipley - Blair book a "blood
strained Valentine to Edward
Teller." The blood, of course, is
that of Dr. Teller's fellow scien
tists. The scientists are the more
bitter because Teller has not yet
seen fit to repudiate the "blood
stained Valentine," and to ex
pose the falsehoods and distor
tions in the book, which he is
in an excellent position to do.
Racial integration won't
work.
One of the tragedies of our
time is that it doesn't work and
-that a look into the future shows
that it never will.
It won't work because people
don't want it to, even those who
are fighting for it most.
Because they are fighting not
for integration, but for an idea.
An appeal to the spiritual, aes
thetic, and democratic mind
which this nation has evolved
tells us that segragation should
and must work. And we have a
manifestation in tangible form of
this mind's one big idea. It is the
Constitution.
This is the idea over which the
fight is waged. The Negro is sec
ondary in the fray. It is incon
ceivable to the champions of non
segregation that the elements of
that idea which they have inheri
ted and which, they fancy, forces
them to act was misconceived, or
that, being conceived, it has been
misinterprted.
It is needless to say that we are
a young country. And it should be
just as needless to say thnt our
evolution is far from complete.
Though it may be said that
whatever we do and whatever this
country becomes has its founda
tion in the spiritual, aesthetic,
and democratic ideals which we
bost, practicality must be reck
oned with.
Complete racial integration is
not practical.
When the evolution of our na
tional mind is complete, the be
nificent ideals will still be
around, but on a more practical
and realistic basis. They will be
applied only to dealings between
members of the superior race.
Brotherly love won't mean love
for one's brother, but for one's
kind. The dignity and rights of
'the common man won't mean
that, but the dignity and rights
of those with whom one has ev
erything in common.
In other words, nothing will
mean anything, and our evolution
can end only in chaos.
There's something unfriendly
about the smell of fresh paint.
They were just getting well un
der way toward painting the stair
ways and hallways of Everett
when school started this year,
and the dorm just didn't seem to
when I came back in the fall,
and the dorm ust didn't seem to
be as friendly as they used to
The musty smell, the cracked
concrete floors in the halls, and
the worn tile in the lower quad
are being hidden.
I think the workrnen have fin
ished in Everett now, but just
like always when I watch some
thing being built or repaired, it
looks as if they didn't finish, al
though I can't find anything in
particular which should make
me expect them back in the
morning.
They put in television down
there the other day. I donf't think
they finished that either. The
knobs are there but they don't do
much good. I think it must be the
aerial.
YOU Said It
The Ram Sees
Fall is definitely here and win
ter is rumbling in the back
ground. Y-Courters have deserted
the trees beside the Y for the
sun-drenched steps of South
Building, and the greenery on
campus is beginning to sneak
into autumn colors. All of a
sudden you can tell who belongs
to the Monogram Club and who
doesn't, for to a man they break
out in their sweaters. (And more
power to 'em.) Coffee sales pick
up in the Boox Ex,, and winter
clothing purchases boom down
town, which pleases the merch
ants no end. Ah yes, good old
fall weather. You can have it.
We'd rather sweat.
' - '(;
Notes and things: . , . .Only to a
far rightist like David Mundy
could the late Senator Pat Mc
Carran seem "liberal and pro
gressive." ...and Mundy doesn't
have to tell people he is not
Rameses. Rameses at least has a
speaking acquaintance with the
king's English . . . All this talk
about Bermuda shorts for the la
dies seems a bit belated. A move
ment to put them in slacks or
long woolies or something on that
order would seem more appro
priate to the weather. Brrrr. ." .
Today is the last day to sign
up for the Carolina-Maryland
trains and buses to Washington,
D. C. And today, also, is the day
when the Tar Heels, to the theme
of "Marching Over, Under and
Through Georgia," will show
that they can rid themselves of
their fumbles and intercepted
passes and romp to a victory
which should announce to the
world that we have a team to be
reckoned with- We'll be there,
Bushy and I,. and we'll be listen
ing for some real noise from the
stands. BEAT GEORGIA!
Strengthen The
Honor System
Editor:
It seems that every time the
words "Honor Jystem" appear
in the DTH, or are mentioned in
conversation, there arises a mul
titude of quibblers saying, "Do
you want a professor staring
at you every time you take a
quiz?"
s Pray tell what it is so terrible
about that? I can immediately
see two definite advantages:
( 1 ) Did you ever want to ask
a question and have to walk
two flights of steps, or go from
office to office looking for the
prof? Why can't he remain pres
ent during the quiz and avail
himself for questions which
might save you valuable time
needed to complete the quiz?
(2) Do you prefer kissing your
girl in the presence of a crowd?
No? Then you prefer waiting un
til you are in private. So must a
person prone to cheat like as
much privacy as possible while
carrying on his undercover ac
tivities. '
Critics immediately point out
that students are on their honor
to report violators of the Honor
Code. Does a person lose his
honor when an instructor pre
sents himself during a quiz? Of
course, he doesn't. But I be
lieve that chances of him having
to invoke his responsibility can
be greatly reduced.
There is no perfect system,
but a combination of two good
ones might lessen the frequency
of statements such as this, "I
know I saw him looking on your
paper but I couldn't prove it; it
was just my word against his."
Why not remove some of the
temptation for the weak to stray
from the straight an I narrow?
Stanford B. Morton, Jr.
Why Anonymous?
Editor:
In Friday's paper Mr. Louis
Kraar notes that your column
"The Ram Sees" is headed by
an unknown person.
Saturday's paper contains
some attempt at defense of not
signing in 'The Ram Sees," but
both this column and "The Eye
of The Horse" continue to be
published without their writers
being identified.
Just why is this? Both col
umns seem at times fairly read
able examples of undergraduate
journalism.
Thomas G. Smith
Tom Spain i
- (This -is the first in a series of Saturday (o-c,, ;
on recorded jazz, mostly modern, by Tom .Sj ,; , .
It will be interesting reading for the vohhn. . ,
and, a guide to good jazz for the neophyte L,; : . )
Enthusiasts of jazz as an honest basic art !,,..
something to live for. The many who suffered t!..
decline of real New Orleans and Chicago jazz, watt-!.-ed
the fade-out of Goodman and Shaw, tolerated t'.r
the bop era, and are presently awaiting the c r: i , i
this age of imitation, can again look for new, mi.
ferent, and good music. It was with sorrow that mans
watched the dollar do to jazz in the thirties j a t
what Whiteman did to Bix Beiderbecke in 1929. :i
seemed lost when it came to finding jazz that v,
creative and new as it was back then, and the reia i
could be found only in a not-so-difficult choice h
tween old-time record reprints and the Norn, ,a
Granz boys.
But today's story is different. What happened ia
New Orleans and Chicago back in prohibition tim.
is happening in uptown New York and llollyu.,,,!
The comparison is a good one. A look at a 2i j--a
of Metronome would reveal many unknown ar'i
and titles. Condon, then unknown, was featunn- 1
AIN'T GONNA GIVE NOBODY NONE OF MY
JELLY ROLL," and Jimmy Noone was playing bin
numbers of untold characteristics and titles. I'.ai
to the followers of early jazz. "I'VE FOUND A NKW
BABY" meant as much as "YES WE HAVE No
BANANAS" means to the United Fruit Co. The
bandstand and hotelroom improvising of the ja,
artists was something new. It was creatively hone-!
and pure without impediments of any sort. It.
quality will never lose its luster and feeling.
A latest copy of Metronome will allow a similar
picture; only the year and styles differ. The ma a
dans' names and the titles, too are different, hut
as in the Twenties, the music is something new, m,
tried and fresh.
Nobody's quite sure just what the new shift i
called. Modern-Progressive is an apt term, althoiiui
it conotes bop. There's no doubt about Harry l'.a
basin and Gerry Mulligan being both modern ai d
progressive in their music, but its definitely m.t
bop. Critic John Hammond says that today's jazz i
a no-man's land as the opinions as to its origin run
in two general directions. Some say it began with
Leadbelly's strumming an ill-tuned guitar in a New
Orleans train depot, while others maintain it is a
result of a refining process of better bop. It's true
that many of the most prominent artists in the pro
gressive school are refugees from the late fortie.-,
but their stuff isn't the same. One sure way to iden
tify today's creations in sound is in reference to the
West Coast or Uptown.
One of this year's most delightful recording l-.
by Buck Clayton and an assortment of mu-icians
picked at random by a pair of Columbia's jazz auth
orities. In an effort to achieve spontaneous im
provisation, eleven artists were invited to participate
in a jam session at Columbia studios. Some of them
met for the first time, while others renewed old
acquaintances; some had played together; some h.al
only heard of the others. But their style-, and nm,i
cal feeling were similar.
' Clayton, certainly an old timer but an adaptable
one was picked to lead and name the selections
They were asked to piay what they wished, in an
way they wished, as long as they wished. "HUCKI.I.
BUCK" and "ROBBINS NEST" are the -eh ctaa .
picked for the first session. There were no tin.-"
limitations, no arrangements and no n h ar-a.
They simply sat back listening and awaiting tie :r
solos, making one of the first and definiteiy !a
finest jam sessin in captivity.
Improvising all the way, they ramble throa a.
sixty-three choruses of Hucklc-Buck, developing.- : 1 1
ting up riffs, and experimenting. The pace is ea-'.
set by a Basietype rhythm section which U led k.
Sir Charles Thompson on piano. Walter Page aa t
Jo Jones, bass and drums respectively with I'rcaMa'
Green on guilar could, fill out no finer section m
any band. Clayton and Joe Newman (Basics led
trumpet) set up a question and answer team on ms
choruses, their styles sounding so similar that .aa
might- think Clayton in an echo chamber. I
Green, perhaps the iinest trombone man around,
backed up by Henderson Chambers, who can hoa:
his own in anybody's jam session. On reeds we iimi
Charlie Fowlkes, baritone, Julian Dash, tenor, am.
Lem Davis, alto. The entire ensemble is made up 1 -eleven
great soloists, yet excellent team musician -.
The performance of both numbers is Iruly out
standing. The easy, definite beat is most 1't'!',';!' .;
and the solos aren't forced or hammed up. -h""
BIN'S NEST and HUCKLE-BUCK are real crea';
in sound, the results more pleasing than can .
imagined or described. Take about thirty-seven tn:
utes of Kemp's time and pick upon some oi the i
in jazz jazz as is was meant to be.
Quote, Unquote
A multitude of Americans will remember -'-
Street best as the author of such best set ia
"The Gauntlet" and "Tap Roots." Certainly le
an author deserving a lasting place in the p'"
memories. But some of us newspaper folks in N
Carolina are going to remember James Street
as the champion of non-conformity who store h
in Chapel Hill a few days before his death am
claimed, "Keep your dirty hands off this l'n
sity."
Don't let the trustees tamper with freedom
University. Don't let the President tamper w:t
Don't let the writers tamper with it. Don't let
body tamper with it. Keep the University
That's what James Street said. And his audi
burst into spontaneous applause.
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etaa
Though none of us knew it at the time, this
a farewell message to newspaper people from a
who bounced to fame as a novelist from the n
paper world. This was the real James Street si
ing. And if he could be among us once ir. ?e
an opportunity to choose a farewell nies-age
have the feeling that he would still exclaim
compelling fervor. "Keep your dirty hand: t.ff
University!"- Smithfield Herald.
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