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SATURDAY, DECEMBER IS, 1?5 PAGE TWO THE DAILY TAR HEEL Shake Hands With Simon Savapolsk Carolina Front' An Old Story About Nick The sun sets early in December and it -was going down, over behind the Methodist f TL. If J g Church 'steeple, before we finished thevW UlC lM 5 mechanical business of arranging the words on this page yesterday and settled down to ' write about Christina's. Louis Kraar There was a somber red in the West and our thoughts of Christinas trees and pres ents got mixed up with thoughts about the setting sun and the one great sky that goes lor all places and all people. I he sun we watched go. down, someone, on some shore, saw rising. Since Christmas implies Inothcrhood and does not rule out such a thing as love, we direct your week be fore-Christmas thoughts to him, a Pole, perhaps, or a Netherlander. Or a Russian or a1 Japanese. Wc ' arc not sure of our solar timetable. In years to come, as the range of our bombers increases, the range of our thoughts wii! have to. increase to include the man. It v. iil be necessary some day to make a choice: Whether it is best to kill him (and risk his ! illitv !!s) or to shake his hand. The choice implicit in Christmas is not the one the woiid has made a precedent, for the most completions activity of nations these days is the blowing of each other up. F. P. White wasn't thinking of Christ mas when he wrote these words eight years ago, but they apply: "W hether wc ivish it or not, we may soon have to make a clear choice between the special nation to which Ave pledge our al legiance and the broad humanity of which wc were born a part. We have a little time ii which we can make the choice intelli gently. Failing that, the choice will be made for us in the confusion of war, from which the world will emerge unified the unity of total - destruction. "We must accept the curious burden of taking the entire globe to our bosoms. The special feeling of an Englishman for a stream in I)eonshire or a lane in Kent will have to run parallel to his pride in Athens and his insane love of Jersey City. The spec ial feeling on a Dutchman for a dike in Holland will have to extend onward and outward until it finds the N orris Dam and the terraces of Egypt. . And someone who watches the sun go clown in Chapel Hill will have to see,' not only the immediate beauty of the Western sky, but the immense proportion and es sential unity of the whole world into which Christ was born. Surelv, if Christmas does not mean this, it has no meaning. tEfje Baity Hav j$ttl The official student publication of the' Publi cations Board of the University of North Carolina, ;(v- where it is published ' daily except Monday. - - " v examination and vaca- tion periods and sum mer terms. Entered as second class matter at the post office in Chapel Hill, N. C, un der the "Act of March 8, 1879. Subscription rates: mailed, $4 per rear, $2.50 a semester; delivered, $6 a year, $3.50 a semester. Sue of th ynivrrsity : North Carolina v hit h first c-m-ttfrf it doors o n Trtut v ii 1 Editor CHARLES KURALT Managing Editor FRED POWLEDGE Associate Editors LOUIS KRAAR, ED YODER Business Manager TOM SHORES Sports Editor ... FRED BABSON News Editor Jackie Goodman City Editor .... Jerry Reece Advertising Manager Dick Sirkin Circulation Manager Jim Kiley Subscription Manager , Joe Crews Fhotographers . .. Cornell Wright, r!. B. Henley Assistant Sports Editor . Bernie Weiss Assistant Business Manager Bill Bob Peel Editorial Assistant Ruth Dalton Society Editor Eleanor Saunders Feature Editor ....A. Babbie Dilorio Victory Village Editor Dan Wallace NEWS STAFF Neil Bass, Archer Neal, Richard Thielc, Peggy Pallard, Barbara Willard, Mary Grady Burnettc, Charles Childs, Eddie Crutchficld. EDITORIAL STAFF Bill O'Sullivan, Tom Spain, David Mundy. SPORTS STAFF Bob Dillard, Ray Linker. BUSINESS STAFF Jack Wiesel, Joan Metz. THE SIX children tramped into the Delta Delta Delta sorority house just ahead of me. By the time I got inside, they were all sitting around the big green and white liv ing room sing ing. "What'll w e do now?" one of the Tri Delts asked her soror. tfie song was ity sisters when over, "I've almost forgotten what we used to play when we were this age," another said. i "Oh, you'd better watch out. . ." began the children, deciding that another song apparently was in order." '"""""'- I in ii-iiiumi , ' ' -I "WHAT DO you want Santa to bring you, a Hopalong Cassidy?" 'one of the girls asked the child nearest her. "No, I want a Gene Autry." I asked someone what the dif ference was, but another group of kids roared into the room, and I couldn't hear the answer. Someone lit a fire in the fire place, next to which stood a white Christmas tree. The piles of coats filled chairs, and the children sat on the floor. Soon Don Geiger came in with another herd of children, and within a few minutes three morr groups arrive. The room began to fill up with Kappa Alpha -fraternity men looking for their dates, Tri Delts looking after the children, and children looking at the crackling fire and Christ mas tree. Night Editor for this Issue James Wright "WE'VE HAD this party with the Tri Delts for as long as any one can remember," Layton Mc Curdy, one of the KA's told me as I found a seat on the carpet. "Ho, ho, ho!" came a big voice from the other room at just that point. And Santa Claus came in. "Have ya'll been smart in school, children?" the fat man in the red suit asked. The KA's and Tri Delts laugh ed, probably thinking about all the quizzes that this week has brought. The children began singing "Santa Claus Is Coming To -Town," and someone told me the story of what happened to "Santa Claus" three years ago. Santa for this annual party for underprivileged Negro children has always been Hargraves, the KA houseboy. Christmas before last, when the party was at the KA house, Hargraves began com-' ing down the steps to meet the About half way down the steps, Santa (Hargraves) lost his trou sers. "Scuse Santa Claus, children," Hargraves said on that fateful day three years ago, and the KA'i have been repeating it with a chuckle ever since. THIS WAS Christmas in Cha pel Hill for some children, a fra ternity, and a sorority. Like Hargraves' now-legendary "Scuse Santa Claus, children," doing something for others seems part of what we call Christmas. ' The kids at this party, one of many this week here in Chapel Hill, probably won't have much more Christmas . The fraternity and sorority members at this party, like the rest of us, will have much more. They'll have something that couldn't be obtained any other way than with Santa Claus and children who might not have had a Santa. Santa Enters Chapel Hill (Abetted By Horace Ed Yoder SCENE: The void. In the misty distance stands the Golden Gate. St. Peter is seen r u-,n "'""i reclining against a clniid pillow. In the foreground :s a pink cloud. William aichardson Davie and Hor ice Williams are seated on ,Vihe cloud. From time tc f r ' . ' time, they take handful ' '"it snowflakes cut of red j , 'k, X, ma green baskets and toss I I J t ;hem over their shoulders. CU' - i Williams: (as he pats his pet goat) What time is it, Bill? Davie: (With a yawn Getting on toward midnight, Horace. I really don't like this job. It's a boring way to spend Christmas Eve. Willms: Well. St. Nick's got to get around down there among the mortals to night. What would he do without snow? Davie: (Brushing a cobweb from his Revolutionary War uniform) I guess you're right Horace. You usually are, in fact. Say. pass me another basket of snowflakes. I'm almost out. And watch out, old goalie's eating another basketful. Williams (shooing a goat out of the way and almost stepping on his pet chicken.) Shoo! Here you go, Bill. (Hands another basket of snowflakes to Williams.) (Out of the swirling nebulae comes a merry but distant and disturbed voice) Wi 1 li i-ams! Da vie! Davie: Why that's St. Nick now and call ing us. Williams: Sure enough, it's Santa all see Donder's nose glimmering over there towards Jupiter. Here Santa! Here we are! right. I can hear his sleigh-bells and I can (In a few seconds Santa's sleigh rises out of the distance and comes to rest on the pink cloud. Santa shakes the snow out of his white beard.) Santa; Boy! You're really pouring it on thick and fast. Sleigh's never had such smooth going before. Williams: Glad to hear that, Nick. How'rc things going? Santa: That's wnat I wanted to see you about. I'm fine. But do you know what? J couldn't get into Chapel Hill tonight. ....What? Couldn't get into Chapel Hill? Santa: That's what I said. This is the way it happened: I had just taken off from the Duke campus (where, incidentally, I left many a stockingful of switches) and was headed "up the Durham highway on the way into Chapel Hill. The snow was coming down all right and the sleigh was gliding along when all of a sudden I found a blockade in the road. A whole mob of students wrere standing on the road; I stopped the reindeer and got out. "You can't go into Chapel Hill, old man," they told me. "Why?" I asked. "It's obvious,'' they said. "You can't entei because you have a red suit on and further more your lead reindeer's got a nose that gets pinker by the minute." "But I don't understand," I protested. "I don't see what red suits have to do with it, I'm the spirit of Christmas. I'm Santa Claus!" The minute I said that they all laughed, sounding like a chorus of your goats, Hor ace. "We don't believe in Santa Claus any more," they said. "As -a matter of fact, we've all studied geology and zoology and if you ask us, most of these myths are the gross est kind of rubbish." Well, Horace, I don't need to tell you and Bill that this made my big bulbous nose light up higher -than Donder's. Williams: Nick, this is outrageous. Santa: The irony of it was that I had all sorts of presents for the students in my bag. I'm sure Chancellor House will be disgusted if I don't get into Chapel Hill. I have a new car for him; I hear his got banged up when Hazel came through Chapel Hill. I know South Building will be a sea of tears if J don't get in: I've got a new harmonica foi the Chancellor, too. For Dean Weaver I've got a new leatherbound copy of the Cantos of Ezra Pound and a new set of golf clubs for President Gray. What can I do? Davie: Dont worry Nick. We'll work it all out. I'm disappointed, though, that Chapel Hill has fallen into the snare of this anti pathy to anything that's red. It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. Why, we ought to send Tom Jefferson down there to night to preach a sermon. But he and Alex ander Hamilton have been having a running debate for lo these many years and even Christmas Eve doesn't stop that. What can we do, , Horace? William: I'll get the Chancellor on the interstellar phone right now. (Picks up phone slightly dented from gnawings by his coat) Shoo! Hello. Long distance, give mc iCnancellor House right away; Christmas priority. Hello, hello, Bob. Yes, fine. Listen: Santa's having trouble getting into Chapel Hill. Yes, yes, and he was going to bring you a new car and a new harmonica. Wouldnjt Iej Santa in because of his red suit. Ridiculous; Yes, that's what I told him. -What? I suspect ed that! Thanks, Bob. I'll tell him. Thnk Merry Christmas to you, too. (Hangs up'telc: phone.) ' . Davie and Santa: (in unisen) What about it? Williams: I'm so mad I could toot, Gab riel's horn. Do you know what? Those were n't Carolina students. They had come ovei from Duke. I suspected as much. The Chan cellor's sending a detail headed by ita Jeffcries out to drive them away. Davie and Santa: (inunison) What about pel Hill hasn't changed so much after alL. Santa: Well, I'm much obliged to. you, Morace and Bill. I knew I could count on old Chapel Hillians. Right now I've got tc go in a big hurry to make ''Chapel Hill by midnight. (Into the sleigh) Up Comet, up Cupid, up Donder and Blitzen! Williams and Davie: (calling after him) Merry Christmas, Nick. (Out of the swirling nebulae comcs'a dis tant cry:) Merry Christmas to all, to all a good night! Williams: (Settling down again on the pink cloud) Fine old man. that Nick. Pass ire another basket of snowflakes, Bill. Christmas Time Is Love, Inc. . It doesn't matter that Christ mas seems awfully commercial ized in these modern times; it only seems that way. You can't commercialize a human being and we don't know a single person this Christmas who feels com mercialized. A peasant carving a wooden doll before his fireplace isn't different from the Wall Street broker selecting a Cadil lac for his wife. They're both trying, in their stumbling way, to tell somebody that they like them. - It's legal every day in the year to tell others you like them, but our relations with noters are so institutionalized in this world that we need another like Christ mas to . make it easy for us even if we are so uncertain about it that we pick one of the short est days of the year in which to do it. A former grade-school tea cher of ours, now an old lady of imperishable quality, sent us a Christmas card today. She isn't uneasy about saying The Eye Of The Horse it. The card read: "Love alone diminishes not, but shines with its own light; makes an end of discord, softens the fires of hate, restores peace in ' the world, brings together the sundered, redresses wrong, aids all and injures none; and who so in vokes its aid will find peace and safety and have no fear of future ill." . i YOU Said It Alma Mater, Soccer, Choo-Choo I Go Pogo Editor: , No need to point out that Christmas is..nearing and we shall all be exchanging gifts shortly. I have a lot of friends and I would like to give them a largess to them. My material means are small, but I can give them nearly four years. You are a class mate of mine and I think the idea would be par ticularly valued by you. We are seniors now and when we talk to freshmen we often tell them how it was when we were the greenhorns. Lefs take a minute to reflect upon those years. Remember when we first came to this rain washed campus we were herded into Memor Hall? We did not know the name of it during orientation, but during those first days we did a great deal of listening. Perhaps some of the best listening we ever did or ever will do was to Dean Fred Weaver. He spoke to us about our University and then and there we slowly began to take possession. He advised us and told us the meaning of Alma Mater nourishing mother. . . - 1 Once we managed to live through rushing we still had to live through that intellectual limbo known familiarly as "Hygiene." My hands frankly are just as dirty (not to mention my mind on oc casion). At that same time we joined the liniment brigade and fulfilled endless hours of fundamentals that freshman plaque. Many of us took as many fundamentals as ihey could dish out, but by George we learned tc play soccer. I'll never forget the remorse we felt for missing by a year two hallowed names on the Carolina cam pus. Both Charlie "Choo-Choo" Justice and Dr. Frank Graham were a living part of the past . . . In our college career we lived through an elec tion year and campus politics went hellbent into the campaigns. None of us could cast a vote for Ike or Adlai, but one ballot was x'ed by each of us. "I go Pogo" and so do you and so did the entire campus. I look at the campus politics today and I still go Pogo. In our day we got everything from a hurricane to a pool table. We have noted the unsung devotees of the university win chess meets and debate tour naments. We have gone from quarter to semester system, leisurely weekends to Saturday classes and now we have another semester ahead of us. For adopted sons, our mother has nourished us well. In our our years we have become brothers of a sort and to you and my classmates I want to wish--a very pleasant holiday season. It's been wonderful being a part of the 1955 graduating class. Joe Raff A Couplet From The Mantelpiece At Spero's some things, minimizing others ... ffip porotis, circa 500 B. C. THE HORSE was busily nailing up fow? cancan length stockings on Spero's Bar. when I saw him. "It's the only mantelpiece I can rest my elbow on," he said defensively, when I ex pressed my amazement. "So what?" No, no, it was the four stockings I ques tioned. "Well, gee, I have four hooves, ain't I?': The Horse argued. "I play no favorites That's me. Let Santa treat hoof and hool alike when lie fills the stockings." I thought if The Horse stayed leaning his elbow on Spero's Mantelpiece Ions enough, more than just the stockings would be full- 'I never saw a merry party gathered about a pumphandle yet," The Horse shrugged, and Christmas is a time to make merry." Also, it was a .time for wishing, no,. .? For wishing Merry Christmases and Happy New Years, for wishing folks got what they wanted. "Instead of getting what is coming tc them, huh. Roger?" The Horse grinned wick edly. "Did I tell you I have composed an original Christmas Pope for this year's DTH Christmas issoo?" He hadn't; but didn't he mean issue, and not issoo? What did issoo mean? "Issue sounds like you are sneezing," The Horse said. "Say it a few times fast, and see what I mean. Everytime I hear the word, I absently say, Gesundheit. You wanna hear my original Christmas Pome?'.' I would rather hear what The Horse wish ed for people, first. "Well," The Horse, welding four extri lengths of can-can hosiery to the already king size stockings he had nailed to Spero's Mantelpiece, "I wish Coach O'Barclay more power to his good right arm . . and for his team, into the bargain." That was nice. What else? T wish Dramatic Arts the most dramatic and artistic Semester ahead, ever, and I wish Playmakers will play around with the idea of even bigger and better shows than Three For To-Night." And . . bigger and better prides, hunh . . .? "Well," The Horse chittered (I hate bin when he chitters!) "we are trying to be dul licate Breadway, are we not, even unto $4.4C seats clearly indicated from the rear, so we could stare in wonder at collegiate faculties and stooges who can scare up the price for such stratospheric sitting down!' Okay, next? "For all the great and good Department! of our great and good University, I wish all the easy things in life," The Horse tossed off another wish. "And if they feel a like easi ness assailing them nvhen it comes time to make up the Final Quizzes, it will not held against them." Good, and good. And for Departments other than the good ones? i 'Ther are none such in this seat of. Dixie Cultbor, sirrah!" The Horse snapped impressively with piano-keyboard dentures flashing menacingly. "We have naught but good Departments, and sterling teachers! Er . . . at Christmas time, anyway." Was this all? 1 "Nope," The Horse noped." "Especially to our new and hardworking Television set-up, I wish them the best in everything . . . and would that the inexpert experts, who spend their busybody time criticising TV, could be tagged with the burden of whipping up pro grams (activating them, and sending them out on our Consolidated TV Network Chan nel Four, beginning January 4, 1955 so thai the haried experts could then sit and haw haw at the inexpert experts. But they would n't laugh, these our unsung heroes: for they are profoundly educated men, and well do they know the truth of what Poor Richard said in his Almamack for the year 1756: Love your enemies, for they tell you your faults." Yeah? Well, who was it said: Bleassed be those who go about in circles, for they shall become Big Wheels? "Sounds like Poor Richard," The Horse hoped. "Or was it Shakespeare? Those twe guys said most everything, it seems to me." And Confucius, don't forget! "Roger!" The Horse reproved me sepul chrdally. "Do you not know Confucius was a Red? Do you not know all Chinese are Reds, retroactively, just as are all Rooshians and their aiders and abettors?" Watch out! v American Naval Hero John Paul Jones had helped Empress of All The Russias Catherine the Great! Watch out now: Kemember Battling Nell Lewis! 'Exactly," The Horse agreed with himscli with typical equine aplomb. "A born revolu tionary;; and a furriner, into the bargain ones, I mean ..." Scotch, I confirmed. "Iperfer Bourbon," The Horse misunder stood me. "But I am not one to stand on trivial issooes. And you have not heard mv original Christmas Pome, yet " I groaned, but manfully stood my ground, (f l0rse Stl11 had y flaSn of Scotch. y Twas the night before Christmas,: ?And all oer our campus'" The Horse baldlv plagiarized, "'not a creature was slirrir -not even a grampus.' " A grampus! How could a grampus a' kill er whale stir on our campus? , "Ummmmmm, you see strange fish, indeed on college campi these days," The Ilore said. "But that is as far as my Pome has gone." Gratia Dei, as Doc Ullman and Suskin put "A Merry Christmas and the happiest of New years " The Horse screamed enthusi- T yVl but deafeni"S me. 'to all you all Tar Heel guys and dolls, and to-gnd ta neck, let's shoot th' works: Merrv ' Chris. ' mas and Happy New Year to vou all uh ' Docks, oai And may Nebraska join the seeds in the bottom of the Orange Bowl'" Have fun, kids ... and DRIVE SAFELY .m. juu can come back for a happy. Hap icw i car: ipy
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