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SATURDAY, MARCH 14, 15?
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p! muIi .in Uocr Williams. Montiv.mi. il
oihris, Imt tin' times that people ol the cf.isN
ol Rubinstein. Sokin. oi tlic New Voik Pjiil
h.iunonii ouic to the I'niwrsitv au v.. il
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I ban. hut it iN i.nc that the l':iieisit will
;4ft n StcwiiNon. Ivwkmei. a Warren, or a
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In the tirM ol the arts, ilu I 'ni ei sily jr an
l th.inklnl loi tlu- annual isits ol otuj ol
Xnutiia'N 41 e. is Kohei i l'roNt. hut the elmr
minN. ilu Mat I eMis. and othets liae ;iot
l MllC.
Ol touiN(. the Sxinposimu is helping to
hiiii4 vinit '4 oot I NjenkeiN. hut iheii nmneis
.uc I . and the leplt nishnient needed mMol
I.m up a S inpooiuin iN noncitent .
I he ide. ol a 1 iue Aits I oi inn is a heafohy
our, hut alui hinds tlid not matei ialie Ihis
f.n. the idea has dutl. and there seem to
h no one nh is willing to lCMiimt it.be
toie it httonuN t(Mi late a4.iin. I
Inthol. ("aioliua iN l.ued uiih a doijhle
plight. I lie piiinaiN one is the inability tl
the mIih.i1 to than the top 1 1 i 1 1 1 peiloiniei'v
Npf . '.tis. ,md aitUts ol this a4e. while dijaw
iti4 nunv (oinpeieiit. piofeNNion.il. hut aer
.i4f p ople.
I lie Nttond iN the l.u k ol student initi.rjiw
1 1 1 HM114 to than theNt- people to the camjuis.
Indeed tliis semis t he a telhttion oljthe
I nixrtNm at the pusein time, a minor 'im
i4- ol nh.it mam people in the administra
tion id nithoiit ate 01kin4 to eradicate.
It in .1 piohlent l ieaiin'4 in aura ol ev
tilhntr. an .una not possesNed h the L-'ni-ttsit
nox. .in auia poNNCSNed hi the iNt.
.uul an ama hopehilU . itainabie in the ijear
lutute. I
In the meantime eet poNsihle studen.; eh
ton Nlionld he made. The I ine Aits l oJiim
hould line itN 1 en.rsN.int e. The Carolina
1,011111 h.iN to l.iiunh a ear loty4 linhmor
siK iU is. I he Student I tttrt t. innent Cimr
mittc c had hotter tix to Nthethile top llht
c inn i.iiik 1 .1I0114 nilh the popular ojus.
r. nii h.i, .1 place, hut iu lespect to top ll(;ht
iiuen.i.nns. thai mdee tnolxe miles aja
his ( aiolitia h at hx ; small mile. 5
W ith tit 11 1 iu iaisiii'4 hoih the lexet ol
student utixe p.ntit ipation. this I'niveijsitv
max .1 4-iiti he able to attatt the host. I his is
1 situation to he desiicd.
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Count Thein
1 he I). Ix Tar Heel has he..nd a rdijble
ii.Mt that the Meitiom Ioaid thus not jjilan
10 loiiui hallots the ni'Jit ol the ele(ti(.is.
Ihis would he a had tiling.. At liist t'rtere
is the xetx ohxious povsihilily that h.tllot
Ui sttdtin4 will aain he in 04uc. Ihtt kt
hapN rxen iii-iic impottant i the li'h ol
the tandidates to know the lrsiilt (r their
kt lion without haxin to xw cat out ; noiher
d.ix in nhih thex tan tlo nothing 10 lulp
01 hindti tht ii ause. Moteover. it will dc
lav fix a d. . the teoraniatioii ol the x.ii;ous
oilites. thus putting exen Rtwicr piessiti(on
the newlx elided ofliiials. :
Ihete is a need lot new proiedurcs in'thc
h.uidlitr; ol elections, hut the sortiir; ind
iountiti4 of h. 'Iots has nexcr hetn a dilfieul
tx. siute there has always heen a sullifjiettt
numher il pe(ple ahle and willing Hi do
the wolk. 1
1 he llntions P.o.ud's tletisioii doosnot
haxe to he Ii11.1l. .inc! it miht he a mmI -dea
it lmtli paities joined in defeating this neas
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The offirul tudf i puhlitatlon o the Pu)!ic:in
H.rd uf the Univeriitr of Norih Carolina, whefe H
Is puMiOif! daily
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And In The Next Performance, I Will Negotiate
While Drinking A Glass Of Water"
Joe John
It's Thursday night. The dorm is pretty quiet for a change, and
you're strujrglins with a French translation.
Suddenly the pleasant silence is broken: '"Raleigh's on fire." Th
regular evening occupants ol the TV "parlor" have come raein
through the halls spreading the portend of the city's doom.
You make a mistake. You step out into the hall. A surging
crowd sweeps; you along and the next thing you're aware of is your
presence in a crowded, speeding automobile on the Raleigh highway.
A brief stop gas and beer .Then, onward.
The radio blares with "on the spot" commentaries on the prog
ress of the blaze. You can sense the imminent disappointment when
the announcement is made that the once seventy-five foot flames are
being brought under control.
Not too far from the city someone spots a glow in the sky. AU
pape at haze; the car drones its reluctance to being driven on
gravel. A swerve back on the road, and, onward.
Parking several blocks away, you race with the others to the
scene of the fire. Across the street is that sister institution . The
flames are bright, but not the seventy-five feet previously proclaimed.
You are first struck with the spectacular hook-and-ladder parked in
the center of the street, at the top of which is perched a dare-devil
fireman drenching the bla7e with a steady stream of water.
A bowling alley, just re-furnished with automatic pinsetters and
the latest in bowling contraptions, is apparently the primary source
of disUirbance. A bar next door has gone temporarily "dry" and is
also being engulfed by the flames. A beauty shop, drugstore, and shoe
repair shop have also suffered less-serious damaire. The fireman have
done their work well, however, and there should be no further out
break in the area.
The crowd is rather cheerful. They applaud the efforts of the
firefighters, the bold cameramen and reporters, and they shriek
with delight when a escaping hose douses the front-row occupants.
A young lady is complaining about her shoes still in the bowling
alley. Some fellow is grumbling about having just ordered a pitcher.
Others are smiling and joking. Oh well, no has been injure.!. In
surance will take care of it.
The trip back is not so fast. You have a little time 1o think.
The next day you read about it in the paper. Another day you
read about an Arkansas fire. They weren't so lucky.
I wonder what ever happened to the "fire-extinguishers ft r the
dormitories" project?
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Programming
Daddy isn't very good at math because "he doesn't have a head
foi figures." but Junior gets poor grades in math because "he's lazy
and won't apply himself."
A person who has a nervous breakdown and can afford a private
sanatorium is "deeply troubled," but a person who has a nervous
breakdown and has to go t;i a state mental hospital is "off his
roekei ."
When wo find it expedient to do business with a dictator, we call
it "adjusting to realistic condition." but when we are under no such
compulsion we can tjke a lofty spiritual tone about "exercising a
moral influence" on world affairs.
A man who takes bold chances in a sport I admire is "adventure
some." but a man who takes bold chances in a sport I am indifferent
to is "foolhardy."
My habit of drinking socially makes nr a "social" drinker, bu
your habit of drinking socially makes you an "habitual" drinker.
The need for a regular, diversified, and improm
tu Jazz, television show is apparent. There have
been a few sporadic shows that have l"en on tho
air but none of these have been periodic. One of
these staggered shows is the Timex Jazz Show. This
show has had the best Jazz talent in the world in
cluding such greats as Louis Armstrong, dene Krupa,
and Duke Islington. This hour-long, fast moving show
is one of the finest of its kind and it has never heen
dragged out like some of the "a.lult westerns" of
today's viewing choices.
The Timex Show has the shortest and the ab
solute least in commercials and the most jam-packed
50 minutes of music that one may see on television.
What is the reason for not putting this show, or
one parallel to it, on the air weekly (or even month
ly)? Is it because the sponsors are afraid that it
will not have any patronage? Certainly the com
ments by the viewers have been much to the con
trary. Jazz is good, clean, entertaining music which
has no age "barrior" like some of the publishers
and recording companies say of "Rock and Roll. '
And, may I add that anyone who wastes his good
time watching such trash as the Hit Parade for his
interpretation of a musical television show should
welcome this type of program.
In the New York area on a local station the
ideal Jazz shew has appeared. It is produced by Art
Ford, a local disc jockey, who is only a figurehead
tieing the show together with his talk in between
numbers. Mr. Ford calls his show the Jazz Party and
features many famous names (as well as a few up
starts in the field) doing purely impromtu music
with Mr. Ford in the background making the nar
ration. The J7z Party is an hour and a halt weekly live
television show. The New Yorkers love it and it is
gaining viewers every week. The nation as a whole,
I believe, would accept with acelaimalion a network
show of this kind. It is about time the sponsors took
a good thing into their hands and gave us one. Per
haps we would rather watch psuedo-drama where
the best man always wins instead of true art ex
pression where diversified enjoyment can always be
found. I don't think so. .
J. DeBLASlO
ROTO, Militarism On The UNC Campus
On Ayrhe
Frank Crowther
ACROSS PARIS. And other storias. By MrceJ
Ayme. Translated from the French by Nor
man Denny. 254 pp. New York: Harper & Bros.
$3.50
Although, as Henri Peyre stated, "it has become
customary to lament the decline of the short story ia
modern letters," there have been several good omens
of late which may indicate a renewed Interest in
the short story tradition. One instance was the Na
tional Book Awards, sponsored by the American
Eook Publishers Council, the American Booksellers
Association and the Book Manufacturers Institute
the award this year for fiction went to Bernard
Malamud's The Magic Barrel, an exceptionally well
written collection of short stories.
Recently, Simon & Schuster, Inc. published two
such collections: Short Stories by Luigi Pirandello
and A Commodity of Dreams and Other Stories by
Howard Nemerov. Both of these books are in the
best tradition of the short story. Last year, Invir.
Shaw's Tip on a Dead Jockey proved to be a highly
successful collection of stories. And before that there
were Salinger's Nine Stories and James Purdy's Color
of Darkness.
If those are not omens enough (we almost said
ominous), add for this year Masters of the Modern
Short Story edited by Walter Havighurst and Great
Russian Stories published for the first time in paper
back edition by Modern Library - Random House.
We could go on, but our present interest is yet an
other books so revenons a nos moutons.
Marcel Aymes Across Paris is certainly a re
maikaoie collection oi' short stories. The autnor
luniseit is one oi trance's most honored writers and
this collection is his 111st volume of stones to ap
pear in iingnsn translation. Readers may remem
ber him lroin two oi his novels, The Green Mare and
The Second Face. He was born in 1902 and, as many
otner writers, "had a horror of school."
Probably his greatest talent is the capacity to
move his story lroin the common sense world into
toe realm of me mystical anu supernatural without
olicndmg the reader. When he makes a striking
alteration in appearance, character or circum
stances, it is as believable as a tadpole's change into
a frog or a catapiller's transformation into a butter
il. It has been stated that many people, when first
confronted with Aynie's novels or stories, are in
luriaied and even bewildered as to his meaning (if
any), what class of writer he is or just what it is
that he is trying to get at. Aside from a subtle
reprovement of the specious reasoning which at
tends formal moralizing, he is, for this reviewer,
merely telling a talc "which does not recognize
the commonly accepted frontier between the real
and the unreal." lie even chided us reviewers with
an inscription to his latest volume of short stories
published in French. "Unlike the novel," he wrote,
"the collection of short stories is never conceived
with an eye to the blurb. Each of its separate pieces
represents the idea and mood of a moment, and It
is not possible to run up for the use of the re
viewers a very brief, very weighty summary which
will save them the trouble of reading the book'
So one reads the book .... and is delighted.
... CURTIS tfANS
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CHUCK FLInKeR
STAN FISHER
WALKER BLANTON
KRLD KATZIN
7 ANNE fKyE
Sports Editor RUSTY HAMMOND
Associate Editor i ANTliONYWOLFF
Bill Bailey
There have been, in the course
of history, hundreds upon hun
dreds of totally useless institutions
formed and dissolved. In my more
optimistic moments. I have smiled
and put my faith in the homo sa
piens; he has heen but cn infant,
and who can not forgive an infant
for making mud pics or kicking
helpless animals . . . but now man
is growing into his sandy-haired,
oice squecking adolescence. How
ever man, like an early teenager,
lies certain primitive holdovers
that make for stout evidence that
he has hardly reached any real
maturity. He still wets bis bed and
sucks his thumb; he still produces
I illy Grahams and A. J. Cronins.
But nothing makes me more
ashamed and disappointed than
the realization that he yet shakes
his abominable rattle .... the
military school, the R. 0. T. C.
It is really amazing that college
boys, some handsome and many
wise, can lap up the .slop that the
Boobus militarius pour into their
mental troughs. Why do people
scoff at astrology, the chiropractic,
and phrenology, and then turn to
partiotism and the organizied Mili
tary? This is indeed a.s curious a
question as the origin of religion in
primitive man .... and almost
twice as vague. On the surface, I
suppose it began early in child
hood by our elders honking the
altruistic horn in our ear, or per
haps wth that ridicdlods flag-waving
bit in grammer school. At any
rate, it's gotten into our veins,
and by college age, we are goose
stepping in the best Prussian style.
We eat the stuff up: our chests
swell; we join the R. 0. T. C.
Have you ever looked at one of
these fine young cadets around
the campus ... no, I mean real
ly examined him? Next time you
see one, observe. Notice his eyes;
they have that far off vacant gaze
that is filled reverence, love of
country, and similar hog -wash.
Ili.s face Is a sculpture of smug
paste. But it is his hearing that
really annoys you: shoulders
.squared, hands ouf.-of pockets, step
paced; all in all a picture of ir
ritating uniformity. I feel sure
that if a visiting Martian should,
by chance, pick one of the mili
tary genera to examine, he would
instantly be convinced that we
have succeeded in producing
workable robots. But if he realized
that we were not producing robots,
he would be as dumbfounded as
ou and I in discovering that they
were intentionally made as a
human art-form.
Of course, if you are the jocular
sort, then you can take it all with
a big guffaw. There us nothing so
ridiculous, amusing and pathetic
than to walk into one of those lit
tle white meeting-houses, and lis
ten to the prattle. Bespangled and
befobbed clowns stalking here,
shuffling papers there, barking and
woofing at one another, casting
sinister glances at any newcomer.
And the mo.st annoying discovery
is that these birds cannot be
caged; they carry papers of im
munity from the law. The Su
preme Court cannot outlaw them;
hold constitutional privileges. The
President cannot issue a man
date; he is one of them. So . . .
the only choice we have felt is to
scrutinize them through the large
end of the eyeglass and convince
ourselves that they are only an
other puzzling color in the human
kaleidoscope . . ; and start tickl
ing our ribs.
But, like I say, man is yet in
his youth; he will grow up. I have
great hopes for his future. He will
build monuments to perfection:
Ideals will swell into the noonday
of human achievement.
But have you ever heard of the
teenager that played chicken with
his Dad's car
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Much of the writing is filled with irony and
satire that is in no way obstreperous or dishevelled.
Quite the contrary, he has superb control over his
subject matter and lures us into the tale by a bit
of contrived legerdemain. You are into the fable and
concerned with the characters before your realize
that this just does not happen (or does it?).
Before we run out of space, you may well de
serve a brief description of the stories themselves.
Two of them, the title story, Across Paris and The
Walker-Tthrough-Walls, have been made into motion
pictures. The former concerns the smuggling of a
dissected pig, which has been split up in four suit
cases, across Paris; the latter, presents us with "an
excellent man named Dutilleul who possessed the
singular gift of being able to walk through walls
withi experiencing any discomfort." Interesting?
Another, which we believe would make an excel
lent film, is Martin th Novelist, the story of a
writer who couldn't restrain himself from killing off
all his characters and who, one day, is confronted
by one of his own characters' in a novel on which
he is at work. The State of Grace is a story of a
man who was so pious, upright and full of charity
that God awarded him with a bright halo which
causes him no end of embarrassment.
Ayme is also at his best in The Wine of Paris
which is two stories in one. He begins this tale by
telling us of a wine-grower who did not like wine.
After the first 400 words or so, he writes "well, now,
there is a story about wine that seemed to be start
ing quite nicely. But it has suddenly begun to weary
me." He goes on, however, to tell us what mig'ht
have happened but finally tells us that this particu
lar theme might have turned out a "good, boozy
novel, bursting with fearless realism and devilish
psychology, but the very thought of it makes me
tired." He then decides to tell us a sad story about
wine in which a clerk who happens to be quite fond
of wine cannot afford its luxury. He finally goes
mad, tries to knock his grandfather's head off when
he mistakes the old man for a bottle of claret." In
fact, he had reached the point where everybody
seemed to be a bottle of wine. Does this make you
curious? To add to the intrigue, Ayme brings his
original character, the wine-grower who hated wine,
into the story at the end..
There are twelve stories in all, by ; one of
"France's greatest living writers."