TUESDAY, NOVEMBER. 33, 1954
PAGE TWO
THE DAILY TAR HEEL -
The New Pattern
Of Diplomacy
Carolina Front,
'Do You Mind If We Put Another Aisle In Here?'
The words in the week's news, and it may
become the word of the year or of the cen
tury, is coexistence. It seems clear that the
government has now beim planning for
life in a coexisting world.
Despite the alarm of Senator Knowland
whose position would logically call for war
against Communist China, the new long
term policy appears to be one of political
and economic action rather than military
action. .One cr.reful reporter, Joseph C
Marsch of The Christian Science Monitor,
this week went so far as to say that 'the
"Korean war phase of postwar history is ac
tually closed and that the world is back in
the situation it was in before the outbreak
of that Avar.
The new direction in our policy means
that we must develop economic and political
weapons along the lines of the Marshall
Plan and the Voice of America to a new de
gree of potency. We must liberalize our
trade program in Europe and point tech
lv'cal aid and loans toward Asia. We must,
in short, sharpen up the old technique to
meet changing situations.
Coexistence, of "course, does not imply
a cjid to the Cold War, but simply a turn
iiig point, in it. No one is suggesting that
we should not keep our military guard up.
Otherwise, in this time of zig-zag diplom
acy, the next Russian zig might catch us
behind the ear. Bue there are encouraging
signs that coexistence can work, that the
Third World War might never come. 1
Malenkov has acknowledged that another
war would destroy both Eastern and West-
e r n civiliza
tion, In the So
y i e t Union,
there are con
cessions to pol
itical prison
ers, an increase
in consumers'
goods, partici
pation in the
work of spe
cialized U N
agencies, signs
that anti-intel-lectualism
i s
receding, a re
laxing of tra
vel restrictions.
Both Moscow and Washington seem to
have recognized the end of the "hot" phase
of the Cold War. Both have indicated a
preference fdV-reverting to less dangerous
instruments for waging the power struggle.
One can almost feel the world relax a bit.
But (even with the angry disturbance of
the mood by the Chinese Communists last
week) there has been a sort of whispered
suggestions that the world can live without
another fighting Avar. And the Avhisper
came from the President himself.
Coexistence, then, might turn out to be
the beginning of an era of deepening se
curity for the Avorld. Once the immediate
fear of destruction is removed, the Avorld
will be able to face the future more con
fidently; and it appears "we may be taking
the first, hesjt?.iit steps toward ridding our
selves of that haunting fear.
It is all worth -trying, anyway. The in
adequacy in the political philosophy of
Knowland is one that he has not yet been
able to answer: If not coexistence, then
what? The answer Adlai Stevenson has said,
and Ave agree, is no existence. That appears
to be the alternative to the success of the
ambitious and high-pitched program to
which the United States and the world now
look for salvation.
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Eddie Crutchfield
Why They're
Singing About
Mr. Sandman
v Louis Kraar
A WAITRESS in a tiny South
Carolina eating place was hum
ming it. The car
radio vibrated
with it as I rode
through the Car
olina's, Georgia,
and Tennessee
over the holidays.
j reailze an ai
once what it is
that this country shares. And. it.
makes you wonder why.
I'm talking aoout the popular
song they're all singing about a
sandman. The catchy tune seems
to have most of the coutry whistl
ing and singing about a lonesome
lady who wants a lover "with the
soul of Pagliacci" and "long, wavy
hair like Liberace."
Like a batch of viruses at a
house party, the popularity of
songs spread until all the wait
resses, society matrons, and col
lege population are singing and
buying records.
Here in the village the largest
record dealer has found the sand
man ditty "hard to keep in
stock." Over 100 copies have been
sold in Chapel Hill, which is
supposed to be good for this
town. .
What is it about a tune that
captures the ears and dollars of
us all? t
First, it's the tune. You hear a
tune about a jandman, and you
start humming it later.' Then, you
listen to the words, which are
always more sentimental than the
talk we use these days. After
awhile, the song has you. But it
lets you go just as quickly, as
soon as the radios start playing
another ditty.
It seems to me that we're not
very sentimental these days. To
express any emotion stronger
than those you buy on a fifteen
cent greeting card is considered
"corny." So vie let our songs say
the things we feel and are as
hamed to express.
So maybe it's a good thing that
college people, waitresses, and
high society take two arid half
minutes to worry about a lonely
gal talking to a sandman, next
week, they'll be humming about
someone else's love affair to an
other tune. But now it's just the
sandman song, and I like it.
HOME DURING a holiday is al
ways such a switch from Chapel
Hill life. And to me, the biggest
difference is televison.
Outside the Hill (where every
dorm has TV) the darkened liv
ing room and the glowing 20-inch
screen dominate households. Con
versation is limited to station
break and commercial time. Fri
ends come in, sit through a few
shows, mutter farewells above
commercials, and depart. To the
visitor (like myself), people seem
more like ushers than a host.
Most of television seems to be
aimed toward the ten-year-old
level. Some shows (and there are
few) deserve the attention TV
takes. But for the most part, I
, find my 13-year-old brother cyni
cal about the programs.
.Take the one that blared over
the set in our living room the
other night. A school girl in this
TV saga had a crush on a music
teacher, and she declared: "I'm
seventeen, and I'm a woman. Do
you hear me? A woman!"
As the' TV actress raised her
voice, by little brother comment
ed, "You're a loud-mouth, if you
ask me."
Then there was another show
in which a smiling adult primed
children for cute sayngs about
there parents. I shuddered think
ing over eight million viewers
gripped by some ten-year-old
saying her Mother Goose.
Still another television show,
an " affair called 'Winky Dink,"
allows the youngsters to tape a
plastc cover on the screen (avail
able at stores for $1.50 up) and
trace unoriginal drawings of such
things as Christmas trees, kang
aroos, and TV antennas.
Some day..after graduation,,
the Army, and matrimony... I
hope someone will ask this rep
orter if he owns one of those 20
inchv monsters.
"Don't have a TV," I'll say. "I
have friends I enjoy talking to."
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Joe & The Ten Million
WASHINGTON.... If the Senate
ever investigates how the so-called
"ten million Americans" are
mobilizing McCarthy petitions
which it probably won't some
interesting extracurricular meth
ods would turn up.
In order tto see how these sign
atures against censuring McCar
thy are being collected, a repre
sentative of this column dropped
in on one of the hottest Joe-Must-Stay
centers just outside Boston.
The atmosphere smacked some
what of a football rally with un
dertones of the Nazi-Communist
fear technique in the background.
In Newton, Mass., a loudspeak
er in the home of Francis Mona
han, prominent local lawyer, at
1045 Center Street, blared forth
invitations to passers-by to come
in and sign up. From listening to
the loudspeaker it appeared that
the petitions were against Com
munism rather than for McCar
thy. At near-by Woburn, Mass., 16
stores and places of business near
the Woburn ." town square were
listed in an ad in the Woburn
Times where citizens were urged
to go in and sign up. The places
were: Guy's Smoke Shop, Mac's
Smoke Shop, North Woburn Pack
age Store, Dean's Lunch, Joe
Wells' Gas Station, Jerry Ben
nett's Gas Station, Bob McGuin
ness' South End Diner, Charlie
Annas' Candylad, Larry Murphy's
Drug Store, Joe Kelleher's Taxi
Office, Gavin's Market, Doherty's
Package Store, Annes's Store,
Patrick J. Gill & Sons, Leanos
Restaurant and Woburn Daily
Times.
McCarthy Headquarters
In Boston, McCarthy headquar
ters are located at the Bradford
Hotel, where four or five ladies
of middle age and fervent dis
position were handing out McCar
thy literature, chiefly copies of a
Chicago Tribune story lauding
McCarthy written by Willard Ed
wards, his most devoted journal
istic booster. The reprints usually
sell for $1 for six or $25 per thou
sand, but the citizens for McCar
thy were handing them out lav
ishly. They were also handing out
petitions to anyone who would
help circulate them.
"How are these signatures au
thenticated?" the ladies were ask
ed. "Don't they have to be notar
ized?" -
"No," was the reply. 'We do
that. You just send them in. We
do the rest."
Down at the bottom of the peti
tion, in extremely small prirt,
much smaller than anything else, .
were these words: "Important! be
sure that' all signatures and add
resses are bona fide."
"What happens if we sign tw
ice?" McCarthy committee mem
bers were asked. "There's no
thing to prevent it?"
This question was met with a
blank stare and a shrug. "I don't
know," was the finail answer.
"You're not supposed to."
These usually pleasant ladies
can be just the opposite on oc
casion. Citizens
Against McCarthy
Down the hall from McCarthy's
headquarters on the fifth floor
of the Bradford Hotel is the stu
dio of Station WVDA where Sher
man Feller, disc jockey, holds for
th over the airways. Mr. Feller is
a gentleman with a sense of hum
or plus more courage than may
be good for him in an atmo
sphere charged with pro-McCarthy
tension. When Mr. Feller saw
a "Citizens For McCarthy" sign
on a door near his studio, he
promptly put a sign over his own
door which read:
"Citizens Against McCarthy."
A few minutes later, the sign
was torn down. So Feller took to
the airways to express his views
on McCarthy. A barrage of mail
followed, most of it violent and
unprintable.
"My phone calls have gone up
150 per cent since I got in on
this McCarthy kick," he says.
"The people who are against him
don't bother to call me as much
as the people who are for him.
But when they do, they're at least
civil. The others just call up and
cuss me out.
"I took some of my mail in to
McCarthy's headquarters to show
the ladies how vicious their fri-
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. and a-tip of the hat for
over-enthusiastic rooters.
Drew Pearson
ends could be," continued Feller.
"The ladies at Joe's headquarters
had seemed rather nice and I
thought they ought to know about
the mail. But when I got in there,
they swamred around me as if I
were a monster. I just had to lea
ve. I was scared."
The ladies at McCarthy's head
quarters told a somewhat differ
ent story.
"That Sherman Feller's a ter
rible man," they said. "He came
in here the other day and ac
costed some of the ladies. We
think we have a right to our own
opinions, and he shouldn't at
tack us for them. He's obviously
just a Communist sympathizer."
By the next day, Robert J. Sul
livan, Professor of Biology at
Merrimac College, one of Joe's
most ardent rooters, was telling
people that Feller had come into
McCarthy headquarters and tried
to beat some of the women up.
Such is sentiment in Pro-McCarthy
areas in and around Bos
ton, an atmosphere in which any
one who is against McCarthy is a
Communist and in which an as
sociated Press reporter, when in
formed that 15-year-olds were
signing McCarthy petitions, re
marked: "I'd like to write that story,
but if we did, people would start
saying we were communistic."
Note ... This attitude is not true
of the AP in. other areas, how
ever. In, Milwaukee the AP dug
up a story that the man who al
legedly hurt McCarthy's elbow
couldn't be located and that the
manner of the accident remained
a mystery.
McCarthy's Ride
Joe McCarthy was so sick that
the Senate suspended for 10 days
but he was not too sick to slip
out of Bethesda Naval Hospital
on Nov. 25 to take a ride down
Connecticut Avenue and spend
the evening with friends.
McCarthy was spotted at 6:50
P.M. in a big black Cadillac, with
Wilsccnsin congressional license
plates, between ' Albemarle and
Ellicott streets on Connecticut
Avenue, driving toward Washing
ton. His wife, Jean, was at the
wheel, and an unidentified man,
possibly a bodyguard..,.for Mc
Carthy never moves without one
was in the back seat.
A news inquiry at the Naval
Hospital that night brought no
admission that McCarthy had
been permitted to leave. But next
day Capt. G. B. Tayloe admitted
that the Senator had been allow
ed to, leave for a trip downtown.
He said he did not know why the
senator wanted to leave, that this
was not the concern of the Hos
pital. All it was interested in was
whether McCarthy was in phy
sical condition to leave, and that
he was.
Battling Nell & Her Big
Fat Folder On Local Reels
Ed Yoder
Ovid, the Latin poet and mythologist,
tells a story about a person who couldn't
keep trivial information
to himself.
The story is about
King Midas' barber. The
barber, only man in the
court who could look un
der the king's hat, dis
covered one day the
asses' ears that Apolo
had given Midas '(the
man of the Golden
Touch) for his stupidity. Midas, then and
mere, swore his barber to secrecy. But
the barber was so tortured by his infor
mation that he ran one day to the fields,
dug a hole, and whispered down it, "King
Midas has asses' ears "
He had relieved himself of the oner
ous knowledge that his King had strange
ears. But then spring came. Up sprouted
some weeds. And whenever the wind
blew through the weeds, they whispeed,
"King Midas has asses' ears."
Somehow, Miss Nell Battle Lewis, who
writes a glorified "reaction piece-" for
the Raleigh News and Observer, reminds
me of King Midas' barber. She writes in
this week's column that she possesses a
"fat folder labeled Communism at Chapel
Hill."
Once again, following a well drawn
pattern, she has opened that folder to
make a few comments on the Scales ar
rest. The folder seems to be burgeon with
trivial, information that she feels she
can't keep out of the newspapers.
The only difference between her wise
saws on Communism, "muddle-brained"
t liberalism, and "traitorous" activities at
Chapel Hill and Midas' barber's whisper
ings about his King's ears is that Miss
Lewis chooses her, column rather than
holes in the ground for exposing them.
Miss Lewis indicates that she has a
good bit of important material on "Com
munism in Chapel Hill"; it has become
an obsession with her. If you are a gamb
ling man and want good odds, bet that
Nell Battle Lewis will write on this sub
ject in her next column. By and large
you'll have made a good bet.
"In my fat folder labeled 'Communism
at Chapel Hill'," writes Miss Lewis, "I
have, of course, numerous articles about
Scales and several of the mimeographed
Communist leaflets which he circulated
among the students at the University as
director of the Communist Party's 'stu
dent section' there."
She goes on to quote from a notation
on one of the mimeographed leaflets
written by a student in Business Admin
istration here. The writer moans to Miss
Lewis that "the beloved University . . .
indeed is as red as Santa's drawers."
I, for one, dislike the intimations Miss
Lewis makes when she mentions her "fat
folder." I get the impression that, as she
waves the folder, she uses the technique
popularized by Senator McCarthy when,
brandishing some trivial periodical or
leaflet, he begins, "I have in my hand . . ."
If she wants to bring in her "fat fold
er," I, for one, wish that she would be
more specific. To judge by what she says,
she must have some pretty condemning
information in the "fat folder." She
writes, later in the column, that "Scales
and his Redlings had been operating on
The Hill with the full knowledge and
consent of the municipal and University
authorities." Like so many cf those who
have declared all-out war against "Com
munism at Chapel Hill," she faito dif
ferentiate between present time, and past
time. How do I know when redness exists
or existed at Chapel Hill? Does she mean
to implv that the University is,.I in the
year 1954, as "red as Santa's drawers?"
I have been a student at Chapel Hill
for two and a half years. As far as I can
determine, the political hue of the cam
pus would clash violently with the red
ness of Santa's drawers. I have never met
a single Communist here. Furthermore.
I findthe thinking on this campus, as a
whole, moderate and middle-of-the-road-ish.'
We have few enough outspoken lib
eralslet alone ardent radicals, Fabian
socialists, Mensheviks, or Communists.
Articles like Miss Lewis's, generalized,
violating all of the basic rhetorical rules
against sweeping statement and illogic,
making no distinction between present
and past conditions, can work irreparable
harm against the name of the University.
The Communist Party has only recently
been outlawed. If she has clear-cut in
formation about existing evils at -Chapel
Hill that should come to the attention
of the authorities, the authorities' would
welcome it, I suppose. At any rate, let
her bring her facts (if she has any) into
the court of reason where they ; may be
evaluated. ;
I suppose I fall among the ranks of
the "blind and burning" and , "muddle
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headed" (to use Miss Lewis's words) lib
erals, who, she writes, "confuse treason
with freedom of thought."
Following the latter line of thought,
I would like to remind Miss Lewis that
thought has nothing to do with treason.
Treason depends, Constitutionally, upon
action levying war against the United
States; giving aid and comfort to her
enemies- But what a man thinks, what
political sympathies he happens, to hold,
what sentiments he has toward! urrent
political or economic affairs, should be
clearly distinguished from what he does,
what action he takes.
I hope that Miss Lewis will, in the fu
ture, take time to thing out the implica
tions of the harum-scarum writing on
"Communism at Chapel Hill" that she in
corporates into her column almost week
ly. Otherwise, her words will spring back
on her as the weeds sprang up on King
Midas's barber and will continue to,haunt
her.
'Jaundiced Journalism7 In DTH
Editor: ,
As students here for the past 5 to 7
years we have acquired some resistance
to the usual jaundiced journalism of The
Daily Tar Heel, but even so, we were not
prepared for your latest betise.
First, you endorse a free-cheat bill,
and you now have the naivete to say,
with minimal qualification on your part,
"You're wrong!" to a former chairman of
the Dept. of Anatomy, when he has made
a statement pertainingNto a field in which
he is an authority.
In your first editorial on this subject
there was the strong implication, if not
the statement, that Dr. George is singular
among recognized scientists in the stand
he takes. Your statement, of course, is
founded on a shallow knowledge of the
subject upon which you write. We sug
gest, therefore, that you begin closing
this awful gap in your fund of knowl
edge by reading some work such as Free
and Uhequal (1953) by Roger J. Williams,
a professor of biochemistry and an out
standing scientist at the University of
Texas. .
Perhaps the strongest argument against
Dr. George's views is the fact that the
white race periodically produces such in
dividuals as yourself with more spare ink
than foresight. We can think of one still
better way to refute his opinion on the
evils" of miscegnation. That would be for
the Student Legislature to discontinue the
publication of The Daily Tar Heel and
divert those funds to finance a safari to
to darkest Africa, thereby allowing -you
to find evidence of anything similar to
either a Parthenon, a Mona Lisi, a Wil
liam Shakespeare, a Ludwig van Beetho
ven, an Isaac Newton, or an Albert Ein
stein. Albert Switzer (sic) will not count;
an
as
he's an import.
You would be automatic leader' of the
safari, and if you anticipate any diffi
culty in the quest, take !o-g a' few psy
chologists or' anthropologists. They are
not as confined by the mandates , of sci
ence as are the embryologists, and there
fore are usually able to find ot prove
whatever they propose. '
Bob Holmes III
Neiil Lie
Victor G. Herring HI
(Miscegnation may or may not be
evil Writers Holmes. Lee and ffcron
meaicai students, should know that little
m this area has been scientifically prov
ed, one way or another. The fact' which
the editorial stated, and which, ice now
re-state, is that Dr. George is practically
alone among scientists who believe a
he does, Mr. Wlliams of Texas notwith
standing. No reputable psychologist or
anthropologist that we know of .agrees
icith him. Dr. George, a fine scientist, is
being unscientific in the extreme when
he suggests that one race is superior to
another. '''
(As for that safari, ice'd like"-to take
Holmes, Lee and Herring along show
them the advanced and elaborate gov
ernments in Buganda and Liberia and the
evidence of large, cultured city-states
that thrived on the African West' Coast
before the arrival of white men.
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(Or, if Holmes, Lee and Herring want
to bandy great names about, v ell ask
them to remember the names of .Booker
T. Washington, singer Anderson i scien
tist Carver,. Nobel Prize icinner' Uunche,
who have risen to preeminent p6sitions
in their fields, despite eiwry condeicable
kind of barrier in their paths. Editor.)