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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER pace two THE DAILY TAR HEEL 2: We Aren't On Madison Avenue, Meliofrdpe - Haters We hear of dark machinations at the Uni versity of 'Virginia, where everyone who fails to wear his heir-tailed khakis, his button down shirt and black tie and his cord coat this time ol ihe year is censured with ven- Caroltna Front 'Been Buying Books, h?' Pete Kelly: 'We Just Want The Blues, Ma'am!' 4 J.A.C. Dunn geance. U. Vas founder, none other than Torn Jefferson, is tx be seen in portraiture across the campus, and the trouble with Tom is that he's dressed Eighteenth Century with ruffled shirt and cutaway-coat and not Ivy League. Proposed by the high censors of clothing" at Charlottesville is a major re touching job on 'the portraits: They want Tom "to don his black knit, his button-down his cord jacket, rJl by a lew touches of the paint brush. Irooks Brothers be praised, "no such lunacy afflicts this campus. One is not subjected to condemnation because of the way he dresses et, that is. But we may as well 'tell you that we experienced domestic 'upheaval when our columnist, Rueben Leonard, slid his ycsteidas copy across tiie desk. He spoke -of a freshman who dropped by the V coffee counter for a morning cup,' and we quote: "What really perturbed ' the old boys was his mode oi 'dress: He wore a heliotrope shirt, a pair -of black pegged pants with one inch welt -seams and pistol pockets. We need more boys like him on the campus of Duke-." We don't censor what our columnists write and so didn't 'nit grease pennl to that crook ed judgment. We hope, however, that readers who don't equate a- fresh man's worth or de sert to stay on this-campus . with the size of his pantcuff will join us in a resounding h(Ht, together With rasberry, for Rueben (we real ly do like him dearly but lie slipped) Leon ard. Are we so staid that the picture of Jay Ciatsby of West Egg in a pink suit has no tdhhh 1 no- We will no doubt make the proposal to follow in the teeth of cries ( 'HyjK)crisy!"), since we have been guilty of the cord and the button-dow n ourselves; but we -do have a word for the scoffers at heliotrope shirts, the; old boys of the cloth who would commit hari-kari before pegging their pants. et them all put on their sombrest grays aiul browns, fall into ranks spaced at repp tie's length, and march on their best cordo van soles to Charlottesville. They will be welcome there, and maybe they can help faring Tom up to sartorial date., Recent Runners, uqMadis? - Very quietly almost-with ominous si lence some students have decided to re write the constitution of student government. Aside from the startling fact that the Board of Trustees have never approved the present constitution, little in the present doc ument seems bad. And much seems &-xxl because it has proved a workable constitution, ian reflective one. Reformers of the t student constitution should make perfectly clear exactly wliat changes they seek. The wheels are tinning now for '.a so-called constitutional convention, but no reasons why have been given. Such silence is, at worst, suspicious- And, nt best, it's confusing. ' atlj ar Heel The official student publication of the Publi cations Board of the University of North Car61ina, T t-vJit "4 f ' 'I J-' 1 : z. fir i , -t v, v M Editors .Wl t !u Managing Editor Business Manager where it is published daily except Monday and examination and 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: min ed, $4 per year, $2.50 a semester; delivered, 2 $6 a year, $3.50 a "se mester. ED YODER, LOUIS KRAAR FRED POWLEDGE BILL BOB PEEL Associate Editor J. A. C. DUNN News Editor JACKIE GOODMAN NEWS STAFF Neil Bass, Charles Dunn, James Nichols, Mike Vester, Bennie Baucom,. Bunny Klenke. Ruth Rush, Curtis Gans, Jimmy Purks, Joan McLean, Nancy Link, Bill Corpening; Vir ginia Hughes, Clarke Jones, Wilson Cooper, Char lie Sloan, Jerry Cuthrell, Peg Humphrey, Nancy Rothschild. EDITORIAL STAFF Rueben Leonard, Bill O'Sulli Van. Staff Cartoonist . Charlie Daniel Niht Editor For This Issue Rueben Leonird WfJLL, PETE Kelly done come to town, tiddly urn turn turn, and done gone away again, rickety tickety tin, and hardly" anyone seems to have been the wiser, least of all Pete. We hear no mention of Pete. No one in Y court says to his neighbor "Seen Pete Kelly's Blues yet?" No one mentions Pete m the strect. No one mentions Pete in the papers. Pete doesn't blow a very loud horn. . ir WE REALLY shouldn't have started writing this column at all. We have been putting it off lor two or three days now, having seen the movie, trying to think of a gimmick to go with it; we cant think of a gimmick and we have to write something and we have what we think is a beauti ful head for this column and we have to fill twenty inches, so just bear with us. If you are begin ning to balk at all this introspec tive glurk we don't blame you. We hope it won't go on for much longer, but we can't tell, we haven't finished twenty 'inches yet. You can either bear with us or just stop reading altogether and concentrate on the head, which, to tell the truth is, as we said, beautiful. It is not often that a pun as neat as that one fits so nicely into a thirteen count, single column, three line head. We wish the comment were our own. .J: a -r-!j -v? : U n" l--r;,; I 1 II 11 . . a i 0 From The Continent Of the Past: THERE'S ANOTHER four inches. We wish this were done. We don't really want to write on and on about Pete Kelly and his horn problems. He degenerates into cops and robbers, dum da dum dum, and the picture ceases to be worthwhile after the first few minutes. Of course we stay ed all the way through, waiting patiently for some decent acting. We practically got it, too, when that bad man what's-his-name McCart went upstairs with a scowl on his face and beat the whatnot out of poor old 35-year-old Rose, after which she fell downstairs in a highly dramatic manner indeed, and subsequently went into an insane asylum, where she gave daily tea parties for a rag doll (and, incidentally, once invited Pete Kelly, turn did dy turn diddy turn turn turn, to join her, out of which tight spot he narrowly squeezed by the skin of his pearly white teeth). WE WISH this column were over and done with. This is first time we have ever felt his way about a column, and unless someone begins forcing us to write daily about economic trends in Central America dur ing the. late 1800's, we seriously doubt that we will ever feel this way again unless we come down with jungle rot, or something equally spirit-lowering, in which case we shan't feel like writing much of anything at all. Anyway, back to Pete Kelly. You "must be getting awfully bored by this time. We are too. Ve were bored at the correspond ing point: in the movie. There 'were some interesting old cars. One of them had a tapered trunk, and if someone would like to write in . and tell us What kind of a car it was, we would be much obliged; we don't care what kind of a car it was, but our date of that evening wants to know. She takes an interest in cars. But we were talking about Pete Kelly in a desultory kind of way, or trying to. the drunks in the movie were not at all badly done. Jack Webb seems to be pretty good at directing people to be drunk. Poor Johnny Fire stone, whose untimely demise at the hands of a profesional sub machine gunner named Bethesda, or Berchtesgaden, or Birdwatch er, or something that began with B and went on and on and on, forms the motive power for the plot's moving the very short dis tance it does hah. we've finish ed twenty inches. Now you can go back and read the head again and forget this whole horrible Pete Kelly business completely. The Mysterious Journey From Darkness And Insensibility Archibald MacLeish In The Yale Review (In The Public Philosophy, Wal ter Lippmann, the journalist, phi losopher, and political analyst, is concerned, largely, with "modern men who find in freedom an in tolerable loss of guidance and sup port . . . men ?t?o rise np aqainst freedom, unable to cope with its insoluble difficulties and unable to endure the denial of communion in this passionate answer, Archibald MacLeish, poet, ptiblic servant, teacher, finds in that fearful free dom our biological and human des tiny a reality which must be faced and conquered if we are to reach where "safety lies, security lies, where hope lies on ahead." The Editors.) In a time when the dangers are dark and threatening and terrible like dangers in a nightmare, when the decisions are indecisive, when action, like nightmare action, seems to have no consequences, seems to move without motion like a runner in the sand in such a time, the temptation, to give up the long labor of liberty is a pow erful temptation, and the vision of community becomes a vision which enchants. For the vision of community, being a vision from the past, is inevitably a vision in which everything is sure, every thing is certain. Actions in the P.ast have consequences. The sun shines from behind. To go back back into the twelfth century, back into the world of Rome is to go back into the light. And the longing for that distant light can be very strong. It is for this reason that the ap parent deterioration of our attach-' ment to the idea of freedom must so coneern us all. Unless we are trujy committed to the forward dream of freedom, that other dream the dream of the awak ening into the past may entice lis, and if it does our greatness, as a people will be over. No one truly wakes into the past. All any nation can wake into is what the past was when it too had still to be lived darkness and danger and difficulty and only so much light as those who live in it can find. We Americans cannot wake into the state of mind which pro duced the great postulates of the rnedieval world: we can only con tinue, wherever we are, in dream or in reality, to struggle for the postulates which pertain to us. And these we will not find unless we are ourselves. We will be most ourselves when ve are freest to discover who we are. THE DREAM OF COMMUNITY Whsat is wrong, that is to say, with the dream of past community is the fact that it is not a dream but a remembrance. Mr. Lipp mann's book ends in the sand be cause he has mistaken the direc tion of history. The flow of human life is not backward toward closer and closer association but forward toward greater and greater indi viduality. Man's journey is a jour-: ney from the remote insensibility of the jelly of his biological be ginnings toward the fulfillment of consciousness, and the fulfill ment of consciousness is an indi vidual, not a herd, achievement. As his biological destiny is emer gence in -and to himself so too is man's spiritual destiny. But ever increasing consciousness, which means ever-increasing individuali ty, is the law of human gravity and it cannot be reversed. Par ticular generations may dread their emergence into individuality, and loneliness as our generation dreads it. They may attempt to stampede backward into the warmth and darkness and protec tion of conformity as millions in Europe and Asia have done in our time, and as an increasing number of our fellow citizens would do if they could drag the rest of us with them. But the flow of life is in the other direction. The mind can no more returh to. its womb than can the body. It can only go on - on in increasing intelli gence when it can but, whether in intelligence or nbt; still on. ' What we are really witnessing in bur time, despite the outcries and the polemics, is riot a vast human protest , against a wrong steer into a ' hundred arid fifty year's "of mistaken Individual free dom, but a small human boggling in the "face of a series of startling and decisive steps toward individ uality - steps, imposed--in part at least by new techniques "which tend to free men from their direct dependence oh family and clan and tribe. The modern city is a lonely place and the modern uni verse is lonelier: men . who fear loneliness wrap conformity around their, souls and attempt to wrap it around their neighbors also. But the evidence of the contempor ary arts and there 'is .ho other dependable evidence of the condi tion of the human sbul in any age is Convincing proof that the hu man journey has hot, for that rea son, ended or turned back . . . ALEMBICS AND FIRELSGHT Rilke is writing of Ibsen when he says: "Farther in than anyone has yet been; a door had sprung open before you, and now you were among the alembies in the firelight." . . . But Rilke himself had made the same far journey. And so too have the novelists Joyce and Proust and Kafka and their successors whq seem to us most characterictic of our time. In all the modern arts of words, in modern painting, in modern mu sic, a common impulse is at work: an impulse, almost a compulsion to penetrate the undiscovered country of the individual human consciousness, the human self. . . . The direction of modern art is not a direction which the mo dern artists alone have devised. It is not an invented or a perverse or a wayward directionf It is the direction of all conscious life, for ihe realization of consciousness is the end which all such life must seek. What modern art means is merely that mankind has crossed over; not secretly and surrepti tiously but openly now, into that inward country. We no longer as sume the superior reality of the public world of objective reason. ,We assume instead the deeper re ality of the world within which is to say. the world which each human individual uniquely is. WHERE HOPE LIES It requires very little knowledge of any modern art to understand how painful this labor of "discov ery and colonization" is: how dan gerous always, how disastrous fre quently. The map of the arts in our time is scored with abandoned settlements and roads that lead to nowhere. But it is not by the choice of those who attempt these dis coveries that the task is hard. Th-e task is hard in its own nature and its nature is imposed by the situa tion of modern man. Artists can, no more give up and turn back than the rest of us, and the rest of us have no more choice than the artists. Safety lies, security lies, for us as for them, not in an at tempt to return to the continent from which we came:, the Winds blow all one way in human his tory arid, besides, that continent is no longer there. Safety lies, se curity lies, where hope lies on ahead, it is not by renouncing in dividual freedom but by achieving it in the achievement of ihdividu aiity that we will complete this passage in our mysterious journey. The postulates which will give us peace are riot the postulates which satisfied us on another coast. They are the postulates which express bur life beyond our life as in dividual human beings set free to be ourselves. Apologies The editorial, "Parking On Rosemary," published in Tuesday morning's Daily Tar Heel, ap peared originally in the Chapel Hill News-Leader. It was written by Phillips Russell, who should have been properly credited. The editors apologize for their oversight. Textbooks Change As Soviet Schools Shift Emphasis Manchester Guardian The curricula , for the new school year which began in the Soviet Union last week differs in many respects from those of recent years. A leading article in "Pravda" put much emphasis on the change-over to "polytech nic" education, that is, training of the young for a great variety of Vocations. But there is also a subtle political change which, while all to the good, has neces sitated the rewriting of many textbooks. The disappearance of the Sta lin cult, which wasvfostered even more assiduously in schools than in other walks of Soviet life, has led to a revision of the teaching of history. Since nothing that was ever done on the party's authori ty is ever "revised" - for this would mean that the party is fal lible the revision has been de scribed in the Soviet press thus: "The general history curri riculum has been made to ac cord with the new data of So viet historical science. Particu- -lar attention has been paid to the decisive roll of the mass of the people (i.e. not of one man Stalin), as the maker of history." Only 38 textbooks of nearly a hundred that are marked down for revision have been rewritten so far. The teaching of literature, tod, which through the special treatment of the works and pas sages studied was given a definite political bent, is to be less "an analysis of ideological content" and more of literary values, "to which due attention was not paid in the old curriculum." But the political significance of these changes is overshadowed by the economic and social consid erations which have recently led to a campaign in the Soviet press designed to discourage the ma jority of young people from pur suing a 'university education, and to encourage them to go straight to the factory, bench from school. The children of the well-to-do have been flocking to the univer sities ever since the introduction of school and university fees dur ing the war, and this has resulted in perpetuating the new "middle class" of Soviet society. It has also deprived Soviet industry of an active and wide-awake sub managerial class, which it badly needs. This was due not only to social circumstances, but also to the na ture of teaching in the schools, which provided a general educa tion with an eye on the univer sity. Now all this is to be chang ed. The humanities, which used to occupy the bulk of the time, have been reduced to 47 per cent . and are to be reduced still fur ther. A considerable number of youths are being "directed" straight into industry and agri culture after matriculation. "Ma ual labour," agriculture, and en gineering are to be taught in all the grades of the ten-year schools which children enter at the age of six. Last year 268 technical schools were opened for youths leaving the senior classes of ten .year schools, and still more are to be opened this year. The Soviet' "middle class" is not taking very kindly to these measures, and there have been articles in the press ridiculing the petty bourgeois ambitions of parents for their children. School discipline is being tightened too, and it is going to be harder to get good marks. In the event 257.(XK) young people will enter Soviet universities this year, out of an estimated 750.000 candi dates. This will swell the num ber of students to 1,850.000, but about a third of these take only correspondence courses or attend evening classes. Mr. Big Shot's Call Also maddening is the call from Mr. Big Shot. The operator gets you on the line and if it is long distance she transfers the call to Big Shot's secretary who asks the operator if the party is on the line. When told that he is she takes over. She asks -you to hold on for a call from Mr. Big Shot. You agree. The line goes quiet. You hold for what seems ages. Finally Mr. Big Shot comes on the line. He has wasted, precious minutes of your time. But that, doesn't count. The big fellow is a busy man and all who talk must wait their turn. I he Eye 0 I tie liuOrsQ Roger Will Coo THE HORSE was rocking with lauqht. saw 1iim, and 1 looked to see was ho funnies?" "Roger, you ol' codger." The Horse his breath and makins me wish he h-Hnu". wonder that the so-called funnies fh,. , comic supplements of our newspapers ; over to Crime, Adventure and Pseudo-Sric factual reports of the doings of America columns of our daily press are so funny tht humor hasn't a chance." Did I not detect a smidgin of Mencken; in? "Yud ." The Horse yupped cheerfully r. us not strain over who said it first, me or T pant Philosopher of Terrapin Town hn o it is true: the USA is the only genuinely tion in the world. Ve can look sillier doir.r in deadly seriousness than a cluth of jungle , higher than kites on whiskey-soaked catnip As, for example? TV-Commercials, p:,, "Ugh!" The Horse burped, his ei-ht-h eyes clicking in distress. "God save the ,? phony hucksters, it took TV to show us whs: little liars the advertisers of yesteryear u Roger, I am enjoying, at the momc-nt, the : occasioned at Southern Pines, in this our Li ef Tarheelia, when a character with a di c concentration' of melanin granules in his j.: tion bought a so-called luxury home in m ; ly high-class and restricted residential n:t,. Oh! The Negro who had bought a hoiht Southern Pines suburb called Kenwood? "The same," The Horse nodded. 'Thuyr caning nim names, despite tne obvious j it took a white person to make the sale possible. And just to make sure the stop , nice and dramatic, the reporters tagged the home' and the 'restricted residential section nations on. Just stop and think: the house c ly sold for Ten thousand smackeroo?. You c. luxurious? and one of the complainants and bors is a truck driver. Just how silly can w And didn't the Negro then wsnt .SL'OC; sell and get out? And he'd paid only si 2." the $10,000.00 luxury home? "Yes-s," The Horse grinned toothily, "he c shrewdly saw it was a question of Supply he had been Supplied one hou.,e nobody him to have; and he Demanded twenty gr get out. You ask me. the alleged Negro ne.v acts suspiciously like a good ol' Scotsman integrating quite rapidly, you might say." But, the aroused Kenwood ians woiu.j m hell, first, they said! "Nope, apparently they will see him in K first," The Horse horsed. "Pride goeth bdV.rt but the almighty dollar goeth betore all.i most people . . . and this includes pride. Tur whilst I hoss-laff!" usy i lie ban 1 sred I uii6 Vice President Nixon's farm speech plowing contest in Wabash, Ind., reminded i how of a certain Republican patty plati;: n After defending the Administration s l r cy as "basically sound," and promising 3. prevent a farm depression emergency, went on to outline a long-range Adam program. In addition to continuation ol 1! supports, this program included the i'oIK points. 1. A "bold, imaginative" program to new domestic and foreign markets. This rrs of the G.O.P. platform pledge "to fnrni ment assistance in disposing of surplus trade." , 2 Increased research to reduce farm increase use of farm products. This remi' the G.O.P. piatform pledge "to facilitate ! cal production and increase consumpti promote the industrial use of farm product- 3. Continuation of soil consci raiar1. lar programs. This reminded us of the ; form pledge to pursue "the Republican i of soil conservation and land rctin-mci.t restoration of land resources." 4. A program of rural develop" ' marginal farmers. This reminded us ot t :' platform pledge for "acquisition of iU' non-productive farm land by voluntary and the devotion of such land tc appi"; ' lie use, such as watershed protection mui vention." Mr. Nixon being the Republican Vue in a Republican Administration, it may : worthy of remark that his ideas those expressed in a Republican '' ever, the G.O.P. platform which is quou J-; the platform of 1938. We believe t Ha t ' and his party wil need either to del ? : ideas or to find new ideas if they are ' farm problem of 195G in a "bold, in.a -J' St. Louis Pout. Dispatch.
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