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TUKSDAY, SZPTZHZl? 4 PAGE TWO THE DAILY TAR HEEL- Hey, Gals Cut The Commercials Welco.n'e, Welcome, Welcome to fratern ity row, , Welcome, Welcome, You're the girls we want to know. We are (sorority) tried and, true; Wc hope you'll be a sister too, so Welcome,: Welcome, Welcome to fratern ity. . a sorority rush song. If your ears or feet or rush invitations lead you down sorority lane this week, sjhgs like this will greet you. Now we like singing. And we think soror ity gals are swell. But why can't the rushing Greek lasses greet prospective members with a natural hello, instead of these ridiculous singing commercials? Heart, Not Intellect "As long as there are people like me around there will be 'trouble," an acquaintance told us ihec other day... He referred to the trials of desegregation, which he strenuously opposes. By now he must be disappointed to find the ranks of his comrades in trouble-making so shallow. We have heard little more than die grumb lings oT the professional malcontents since the -three Negro undergraduates, Brandon and the two Fraziers, Aere enrolled in the University. If our ears don't deceive us, even that grumbling has lost decibels. The re'vol m fon has v gained -its foothold quietly, unanswered by grenades, counter revolutions, and exposures of Ku KIux men tality within the student body. Outside of the Board of Trustees, there seem few left who believe an appeal of the Court directive will avail any stay. Thus, overnight, has the University's mandate in rhe matter of desegregation passed from the first to the second stage; but the second sta-ge has not lost its magnitude- The obligations at the second stage are well pointed up. we think, by Dr. E. McNeill Poteat in The Greensboro Daily News. Writ ing on the conflict between recognition of individual need and zeal to protect institu- , tions. he has this to say: it has always been easy to forget individual need in our zeal to preserve or argue about the institutional stmrlural of our times. The reason for this lies in. an. apparent contradiction in our impulses: We s;lve our personal problems in terms of our needs; we tend to solve the problems of others in terms of principles . . . ve cannot d spcriSe with either aspect of the problem since each is necessary tq the other. Neve thcless one may wonder what, would hap- pen if by magic the concern of the world could suddenly and for a sustained period be turned to human need even if, for the nonce, concern for dogma could be reduced. r Suppose . . . instead of protecting our denomi national system we united in creating a 'Christian -Community ... . Our loitering at the level of academic ar gument has been cancelled. The court has ruled out the dogma of Jim Crow admissions policy, and has barred the way to quibbling . about institutions and so-called principles. The institutions undeserving of permanency havegone the old route, but human need remains. . We have been given the situation and told to cope with it, and it should be clear by now that human need resulting from the historic deprivation of some citizens of their' rights to equal education must be our guide light. Our worthiness in the way we acquit our selves will depend, for the most part, Tipon the he'art and not the intellect. Carolina Front 'He's Carrying The Crystal Ball ForV Gain, Folks' Y-Court Corner. A Tower Falls Wifh Jolly Old Liplunch Ik Gah - 7 J.A.C. Dunn ml? Uwc Jkttl .The official student publication of the Publi cations Board of the University of North Carolina where it is published D daily except Monday ;' f 4 i 1 and examination and r Editors . vacation periods and summer terms. Enter- : ed as second class matter in the post of fice in Chapel Hill, N. C, under the Act of March 8, 1879. Sub scription rates: mail- ; ed, $4 per year, $2.50 a semester; delivered", V $6 a year,. $3.50 a se- w mester. ED YODER, LOUrS KRAAR Managing Editor : L FRED POWLEDGE Business Manager BILL BOB PEEL Associate Editor J. A. C. DUNN News Editor JACKIE GOODMAN" IN THE course of a roving search the other day for adven ture, high life on the low road, and swashing buckles in general, we wound up in Carrboro under" a water tower. The water tower, once the town of Carrboro's, is now being dismantled for . use , elsewhe.e by a crew of specialists ! under the name of McLean who operate out of a large red truck , liberally coated with engineering -accoutrements. , ' : - Wte arrived in 'the late after ;, noon and sat on a prone ladder. Directly in front of us was a red mobile power unit anchored with steel cables to a stake driven in " to the ground. Beside the ma chine, dancing on pedals and swinging on levers, was a young man clad in a green monkey suit, wearing an aluminum safety hel- ; met and clip on sun glasses, and studiously gnawing his lower lip. He kept his eyes constantly turn ed upward. AVE FOLLOWED his gaze with our own eyes and discovered that way up on top of the grad ually disintegrating water tower was a complete crew of men sep arately established independent of the earth. After a few minutes of concentrated observing, it be came obvious that the McLean 1 entourge's system of water tower demolition went something like this: ' Jl ': v'" ' : f I Behind Gloom Clouds Lies World Doom? ne :i " Ruebeh Leonard j. Matter Of Fact Night Editor. For This Issue Rueben Leonard On the ground was the power unit being danced over by the green young man eating his lower lip; this was conected by long st eel cables to a block and tackle hg; the block and tackle was sup ported by a boom on the top of the water tower; the boom was suppoited by a portable davit rigged inside the now decapitated drum of the water lower. The crew qf men on top of the water tower had some sort of machine which undid rivets. It made a horrible metallic chattering noise and ran from another power unit on the ground. When the rivets were undone, at section, of water, tower'was lowered to the ground. " , . - WITH THIS laboriously de ducted information safely salted way in our head we settled down to watch a huge, curved sheet of steel, one of the sections of the side of the drum, being lowered. Attached to the lower edge of the' sheet . of metal was a long guy rope on the other end of which a man in a plaid shiit sweated and tugged to keep the lower edge of the. sheet from striking the supports of the tower. Slowly, uncertainly, noisily, the big unwieldy sheet slid-down the block and tackle. About fifteen feet from the ground it stopped. The man in green went into a brief convulsion, stamped on a pedal, twisted a little knob (ob viously the throttle, judging by the reaction of the motor), jerked desperately at a lever thereby disengaging something excessive ly important, and-yelled, "Yowha aaah!" We still don't know what Yowhaaaah means, but a head appeared over the top of the water tower way up above and replied "Wheegoo?" The green man just waved his hand imper atively, and the sheet of metal resumed its descent. We stepped closer to the power unit and inquired oyer its roar where the tower was going to be set up again. The young man in green lean ed on a -lever and nibbled his lip. "Don't rightly know," he said, and turned to twist the throttle again. After a certain amount of straining the hook was detached from the sheet of water tower, and the sheet laid on its back pn the ground. We asked .the man in green, thinking that he would have a little more time to talk with the sheet successfully res cued from the stratosphere, what that rubber hose was that went from the other power unit to the top of the tower. The young man gave us a look, of utter contempt and walked away unexpectedly toward the tower. We followed, persistent, undeniable, journalistic (and, no doubt, maddening) to the end. The man stopped. We. stopped. We waited for an answer. The young man glanced around and pulled his safety helmet a notch lower on his forehead. "Y'know, you can get killed out here," he said. We retired to the ladder, sulked, and presently dis covered by simple reasoning that the rubber hose must be the S he New Style Communism By STEWART ALSOP BELGRADE Yugoslavia' is living proof of how far the pro cess of change can go in a Com munist state, once it gets started. All qualified observers agree that some sort of process of change has staited also in the .Soviet Union. And it' is there fore tempting to speculate wheth er the change in Russia might go as far as it has here. Make no--mistake about it. Yo-; goslavia is a Communist state, and a dictatorship. But is a very different sort of Communist dic tatorship than it was seven or eight years ago, when Yugoslavia was threatening Trieste, shooting down American planes and ac tively supporting the ; Greek Communist guerrillas. In those day a., according to reliable witnesses, the Tito re gime was in some ways tougher than Stalin's. The suppression of all vestiges of liberty was as total as in Russia, the secret po lice was as ruthless, and the life of the people was even more drab. Now, Tito's Yugoslavia pre sents a startling contrast even to the milder post-Stalin Soviet Union. Some of these contrasts are trivial, like the fact - that the Belgrade newspapers print ''Don "aid Duck" and "Jiggs and ,Mag-'-gie." And yet would it not have a certain political significance if Moscow's leading newspapers suddenly began; using, arid even paying for, American- comic strips? s -- :-, Or take, as another example, the party which - dictator" Tito threw the other night for the Greek King and Queen: If the late King Alexander had been around to haunt the white sugar candy palace he built himself here in Belgrade, he would have felt right at home. He would have applauded particularly the impeccable full dress of the Yu goslav officials and the red-on-blue dress uniform of the Yugo slav generals, and. he would have been impressed too by the elegant amiability displayed to ward their 'Royal Highnesses by Marshal Tito who, after all," has spent most of his" life plotting the downfall of Royal Highnesses of all sorts. No such scene could possibly have occurred in the Soviet Un ion, where even the simple din ner jacket is condemned as a source of pneumatic power for the de-riveter. When we left, the young man was doing a spirited moriis-dance on his pedals and maneuvering, three-cokes up the cable hoist in a rusty bucket to another man at the top who was leaning casual ly into space trying to catch the bucket as it came. "Gah, gah," he shouted, as he clashed his levers. symbol of ourge'ois decadence" and official receptions are about ' as elegant as , a , bear-hug. What has been happening here and what may yet happen in the Soviet Union--is what one as tute Western observer calls "the bourgeoisizatidn of communism." The break with Stalin threw the Yugoslav leaders into close con tact with the West, willy-nilly. , -And., certain habits and view points' of the West were absorb-" ed, by a sort of osmosis, simply because they made life" easier and pleasanter. EASINESS To be sure, there are in Bel grade the same dreariness and drabness which are apparently inseparable from communism. But, in sharp contrast to Mos cow, there ,are pretty girls on the streets, dressed "with .a cer tain sense of "style. And. what is no doubt more important, there is an atmosphere of casual 'hu man easiness here which is still utterly lacking in Russia." You can have a meal ' ' alone with a Yugoslav official or news paperman. You -can talk with him, argue with him, joke with him, in a way wholly impossible in Russia. The Yugoslavs 'are : even, capable Of making jokes about .the sacred doctrine! One , very high official, asked about , the Marxist doctrine of "the wi thering away of the state," roar ed with laughter and said: "Well, I'd have to i wither away first, and so far Ijf eel all right." No body makes that kind of joke in the Soviet Union. Actually, the Yugoslav leaders take their .own special brand of . Marxist doctrine very seriously indeed, even, though, unlike the Russians, they are capablt. of joking about it. According to the Yugoslavs, , they discovered in about 1D50 that the Russian system of total dictation . from the center and ruthless agricul- tural collectivization just didn't work. So they have elaborated their own brand of Marxism. Its catchwords are "decentrali zation" and economic democra cy." NEW BRAND Reliable observers claim that workers in Yugoslav enterprises really do have something to say about their conditions of work and the division of the profits, and that control from the center really is much lighter than in the Russian system. At any rate, the Yugoslavs are sure that they have invented a, new and better kind of Marxist state. One of the top Yugoslav officials solemnly told this reporter that "Yugo slav Democratic Socialism will mark as great a crossroads in world history as the victory of capitalist democracy over feud alism." ' . The Yugoslavs, as this remark suggests, are perhaps the cockiest people in the world. And by the same token, they are quite sure that, far from Yugoslavia . being being attracted back to the So viet Union way of doing things, the Soviets will eventually see the wisdom of emulating, the Yugoslavs, adopting "decentrali zation," "economic democracy," dress suits, jokes, arguments a mong themselves about politics, and all the other aspects of Yu goslav life. Could " the Yugoslavs perhaps -be right? Could it be that the "bourgeoisization of conimu- nism,". , which has gone so far here, has really begun to get under way in the Soviet Union too? Could the doctrinaire ir rationality which, has so long. threatened the world give away in lime to something milder and mellower, something that could at least be lived with? Here in Belgrade, it looks al least pos sible, though no more than re motely possible. Reader's Retort: Student Boasts Pride In Honor Editors: ' I hope that my fellow students will regard with pride ' the new signs in our classrooms . concern ing the Honor System. I. for one, am in a position such that I can appreciate the Honor System ' as , I never did before. Thj past ., summer I ended another of our state's schools where the old fashioned "watch - dog" system still prevails. The amount of cheating that went on in the institution was ap palling. There was little con cealment of this dishonorable conduct; indeed, it was treated al most like a spo.rt! . What a lap.ir the ?ccjis is for students who do not have the privilege of being put on their honor! What a difference it would make to them if they were al lowed to realize that the question of cheating is one of honor, and not of spoit! How can education be without a sense of honor? If our college graduates our leading citizens of tomorrow are unaware of moral responsibil ity, then 'the future certainly looks dim to me. I am proud of our system, and l am sure that we all respect our faculty for not assuming the roles of policemen and watch-dois.- . . : , Phil Thomas COLLEGE STUDENTS today seem enveloped in a cloud of un certainty. Many students think that' it is impossible to prepare for the future since world condi tions are susceptible to immed iate change. Where . one day there is peace" and happiness, the next day there is war and havoc. Playing the leading role in this darria o uncertainty is the hydrogen bomb bolstered with a supporting cast of less destruc tive nuclear weapons. IT IS not very comforting to think ot what would happen if all at once the powers of the - world engaged in an inning of nuclear warfare. Neither is it especially encouraging to realize that if one country decides to pay atomic ball the other coun t.y or countries may never get to take their turn ar bat. For these reasons we must have con ferences and more conferences. Although nothing concrete seems tp emerge from the numerous peace talks, we at least know we are on speaking terms. Let's have international de bates; not international war. War will never decide who is right, only who is left. THERE IS also another cloud of uncertainty shrouding future hopes and plans of our younger generation. Military service. Re gardless of the fact tht present military hitches last from two to four years, it is nevertheless a period facing college students upon graduation that can not be completely planned for.' Know ing that a stint in the service is in the offing, students have an automatic damper put on their plans for. marriage "and post graduation means of earning a livelihood. . In summary, students see little else save darkness Compulsory military training darkens the near future and possible nuclear warfare looms over the distant (or maybe not too distant) future. OF COURSE there is an en tirely different kind of student who does not worry about such things as hydrogen bombs and" military service. This creature is a misanthrope. He trods his dis mal path muttering between breaths that "people are no damn good." This sort of person we don't like. He is the person the atomic bomb was invented for. THE TYPICAL campus mis anthrope usually can find an op portunity to spread his gloomy philosophy among his fellow stu dents. He has never met a person with good intentions. It seems evident that he doesn't especial ly want to. ONE DOES not have to look very far to find misanthropes at Carolina. They are in the dorms, fraternities, classrooms, and beer emporiums. The typical misanthrope will walk down Franklin Street, take a look at the prices in toe stores, and mutter some remark on how he thinks yesterday's whittlers ' are being replaced by today's chiselers. WHEN POLITICAL season rolls around, our misanthrope friend is the first to declare open sea son on the politicos. He puts "Politicians, Keep.. Out" signs on' his door. He thinks the politic ians can do nothing individually so they set up committees to de cide that nothing can be done. THE ONE consolation our local "down in the mouth" friends have is that they will never have to worry about, venturing out in to the cold, cruel world. They are already in it. They don't care whether they become successes Or failures.' . Yes, it's agreat country, you get fined if you go wrong and yet get taxed if you succeed. Pass the cobalt, please. Jf """" I i -i I f Roger Will Coo THE HORSE was getting his mane cr hen I 'saw him. I feared this meant he ;.. Daily Tar-he elm g again? "Jealousy, just jealousy," The Horse ch in remembered form. "You deprecate Art in meaning me, because you are incapable simulation." Was it Art to be obscure? Was it a obfuscate? ConUl The Horse deny that there many who did not understand his columns? "It's a singularly plural proposition," The p shrugged. "People don't understand mo, I a gular; I don't understand them, they are p! Thus, it is worse for me than for them, tc there are so many mere of them." There he went, there he went! At it a;.,.:, begin with, why was The Home a horse at ' all? Why didn't he pose, like so many other r alists, as a human being? "Well, Roger, you ol' codger," The U : butted nimbly, "me posing as a horse is a r more likely success, than some journalists p as hooman beans. You got to admit that, ne But seriously, don't you understand what it n, The Eye of the Horse?" Oh, shure, shurc; I remembered that stu;. the ancient zoologist, Hipporotis: 'The eye of Horse sees imperfectly, magnifying some t; minimizing others-' But what we wanted to day perfect vision, especially in journalistic scrivc: We thought we had it coming to us! x "And nobody would rather ace you get uh. coming to you, Roger, than The IIon,e," The K said with an abortive attempt at humor. this once I am going to accept you at your evaluation of dumbness, improbable though estimate is, even for you. I, The Horse, arr, personification or, if you will or if you won't, animalization of Interior Monologue, made i ionable by James Joyce, practiced by every m;r man when his wife is talking, and requisite t) tasy ... and even you,, Roger, will concede life is compounded of Fact and Fantasy in ! varying with the Factor and the Fantasicr." Amazingly, he fell silent for a nonce. T1k: "Sound travels at a rate of twelve and i. tenths miles per minute," The Horse stated 1; "Light travels one hundred eighty-six th three hundred miles per second. But the spt. thought is incalculable, and is described, for of a more measurable term, as Fantasy. Indet attempt to, catalogue Fantasy . is like trying t plain an Irish bull . t . as unconscious Irish h, is called." And how was that, please? "Well, three Kerry cows are lying down shamrock pasture in Erin," The Horse exph "The one standing up is the bull." But . bull isn't! the bull doesn't exist. In short. "Nor do.es Fantasy," The Horse murmunJ only ioo3. If you don't see the bull, you can admire the pretty cows. Howsoever, in the f I shall attempt to delineate the feminine fc. ruminants more titillatingly, so that the nun tasist will not experience udder frustration." Ah, well, better than being left hanging horns of a dilemma! ' But The Horse didn't hear me. At that m Something-in-Black went panthering past, and eyes of The Horse went undulating off with her But The Horse's back, isn't he! Parking on Rose mar. In the opinion of this paper, the pi; "to ban parking on Rosemaiy Street (lev the approval it has been getting, but it riot be decided on without thorough v of and research into of all the I.h t volved. There is no question that a stieet j to Fianklin innst be developed and i ed so as to take some of the trail is off the towns present chief artery- H evident from the congestion that has j' descended upon Franklin Stieet nn t new University term' is beginning. Ikit to impose a parking ban on the v of Rosemary Sti eet under present ":; might bring on inconvenience and in; to some persons, and possibly legal a i It lias been proposed that Roin' closed to parked cars from Ioundai v to the terminus in Carrboro. It is a '; if that is not taking in too much u-n- There is also the question of enfout of the ban if adopted. For enfou oiunt ; take the whole time of polit e !li- -that at a time when the Chapel Hill an.!' boro police departments are alrcaib 1 ed. Rosemary is a street containing depces and business establishments. every block has its individual pcml;-' Before definite action is taken on posed parking ban. each block 'u;' studied in relation to the whole thous and in relation Jo Franklin Street Hardly anyone doubts that the im parking of cars must be banned on in the central part of town, but hel ban is extended further, either up "! the. street, there might be a conip!t of the stieet in all it s puis-
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