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TK3 BAIL? f AS RifL SATURDAY. APRIL tt. 10 Letter To A Friend Chain Of Command A Word From Mors 3Tlje atlp 3utr Jecl The fifficial student publication of the Publication Bosrd of the University of North Carolina, when- it is published daily except Mont ay. examination pe riod and summer terms. Entered a.- second das matter in the pot office in Chape! Hill. N.C . under the act of March 8 1370 Subscription rate: $4 0.1 per .emrster. $7 00 rer ear The Daily Tar Heel is printed h the New?, Inc.. Cariboro. N.C. EDITOU . Jonathan YardW ASSOCIATE EDITOK ASSISTANT EDITOR MAXACINT. EDHUKS NEWS EDITORS Kt'MNKSS MANAGE!" EKTIMM' MAN AC. EH SPORTS EDITOR . CONTRIBI"! INC, EDITORS Ni:!i! Editor Anthony Wolff Ron Shumate Larry Smith. Loyd Little Dee Daniels. Henry Mayer Tim Burnett Barry Zaslav Ken Friedman Frank Crowt her. Davis Young. Norman E. Smith. John Justice Judy Walden Don't Knock the Mock We will ! ttieiiiclv inteu-stctl Id sec ll. Wfll tlu- l ll4.ti.-ltt lxtl iiiiiisoii: lot tlu- Mk Dcwmc i.itic ( oii'Mii(M this weekend, inas much a- this is eviellx tlu- sou u event th.it Cumin. i students ! ignore, in i hi-i i iiiliiiitc- and in i 'UiichouilU- i.iut t i'Mo'.i- l!l( tilings llltX toillil mt tlu- mot out o. I his i ii I'lil ii Mi. o (out sc. is ii. t 'oiii4 to i !.-;-1 1 1 i i 1 1 c- tlu- I. no d tlu- nation .uwl it ic.illx isn't .inviliiiU inotv th. ;i a hunch ol stu dents tttiii together to h:io a laiU- Inn. Km tiic l.ut tcinaitis that it i to ( a x.ilu.iMe. educa- i on. 1 1 .mil i nst i ii ti e cxpei iciu c. Imlax is the Iti dix lot the c t uv mi ion. with iiomiii ition.. .. speech lioni I cinu'ssei-'s outstand ing N n atoi (iinr. anil tlu- choice ol tlx- t . 1 1 1 1 1 1 ol its nominee loi l'n siiU nt ol tlu- I nittil States. And it uiijit In- well to men tion th.it tlu- t hoii t- ol out Minimi Imi will not m iiioic-d l the stare, ihoii'li it inn m ignored i i U 1 1 1 lu ll' at tlu- point ol its ucii- siv Radio ami tt-'cx isioii will c ir ix tlu- convention thioiihout the state. and thru' will le a Q,ic:t nunv people listening, watching, ami taking nott-. Wo are otcis. or main ol iis .ue. and the poliiciaus would like to know how we ate to ote - they know, despite the tact tliat we may not. that our ote fount and could elect a Pres ident. I he Mot k ( '.on ention was hi st i tilled with the idea not only ol iin students a chance 'to have a yood time and Mow oil some p liiic.il su-am hut also ol nin all' ol . u.s a chance to learn something about the inner workings of na tonal patty coin cm ion. Whether or nor we need to he reminded o!" it. it U well to hear in mind tho l.ut thar these conventions, on the national level, decide whom the two men will he lioni whom we are oino; to choose our next Presi dent. And there is little need to stress the importance of their de cisions. We will not he easting otes in a national convention. Hut this should not keep us Irom casting our votes in ;i thouhtlul. cjon c trued manner. And it certainh should not keep us from attending the convention. '1 hat would he i idiculous. The Other Side ofNSA 1 he disiuihiir clement alntut the National Student Association is that it has two sides. This dual c h.uacic! istic makes it r. dilli- ult to s.i whethei ot not the S should he kept on this campus. (In nu c side we haw the NSA as it is puhlic l lexcjlcd: a some what hotheaded, t c c ent i ic ally lil- i al n;4aniation w h ii h pi-Nes re solutions and leads movements that aie hs no means the wish ot all the students, t moiled in NSA al I ili. ilcs. And on the other side we have an oi.miatiou 1 1 i : l is working ipiicth and cllectieU to piomote inteiijatioii.il iclatioiis. 1 1 i 1 1 not to oiiin its wa into the headlines hut to atiomplsh the much moie ihlliiiili task of making out lellow hum. uis thioiihout the woi Id icalie that Aineiii;. is a uie.it and jjond couiitiv x-pulatel h people who. lor all theii pettN prejudices, aie ;ieat .mil yond as well. I his t h.uai tc-i istic ol the NSA can he seen in the Koiin Student I.eadeiship ' inject, a )ioiMin limited to some X ol the mine than two thoiis. nd colleges and unixci sitics in the nation. The lui etst ot North C'.arolina has Ik-cii honored the past lew eats h ln in4 included anions thee K. I his is a prii.un which trans cends the noiinal loiein evchan.e anairement. lor herein ;ie hiouht students from loieiu na tions who aie a know ledued lead eis in their ((immunities. These are the cleatn ol tiie crop, and the aie t cimin to Americ a, under the aeis. of the National Student As s k i.itioii. I he piujiose ol the pioum is to accpiaint these students with out couiitiN so that they will carry a faxotahle impiessioii ol Ameiica hack with them iijwui their return. These 011114 isitois aie the lead isnl the lutine. and this pi n ram is j;iin'4 them a lavoiahle impKs sion ol the country which is di ametiicalU opposed to the piinci plcs ol th Vivlet rnion. the other Rreat jhiwci liom which they will he ret ei 111-4 onc i tines. We may haw in out midst a fil mic Prime Minister. President. ieci(tar ol W.u or Ambussadoi. These students aie not mete co hoits and companions; thev arc except ions 10 the rule and they are except iona'i exceptions. Thev need and deserw our suppnit. On the cauijmses which they hae isitcd these students have proved to bo leaders of the first order. They have taken active and con scientious part in student affairs, seeking not only to ain hut to 4iw. to make us aware of their heritage and the piohlems which their c ountrics face. This is. tnr us students, the most xaluahle aspect rf the program and a iiHKl reason tor retaining mem iKishiji in the NSA. We need dt speiately to lid oureles ! tht cicepin'g jioinc ialism which has swept oxer the American college scene, and in order to do this we need to meet and know jx-ople our own age- from other countries. We need to accept them into our groups and to leach them our cus toms and foibles. They must, learn that the Ameiica of the machine Ac is human too: and we must leant that we are not the only na tion in the world with anything of xalue. We tend to think of the Na tional Student Association as a unit which is almost useless in its pro lixity and narrow-minded, high minded psiiedo-libeiTwism. Hut it also must fie recognized as an or ganization which has elements oj the sane in it, which can contribute greatly to our campus and nation al awareness. We cannot with a clear consci ence adx'ocate the retention of the NSA on this campus at the mo ment, yet neither can we, in light of this Foreign Student Leader ship Projct. reject the NSA. The pioblcm is a disturbing; one, be cause neither side has a total Tight ness to it. The Student Legislature will de cide whether we are going to vote on the NSA: we will decide wheth er to keep it. And we can only 1 ccommend that all factors of the organization be taken into account bx each student who rouses him sell from hi lethargv long enough to xote. Bob Stokes Guinness Stout The questioii is, not "Who dun nit." lu: who could do it. No one but Alec Gui:incss. that's who. "Our Man In Havana." Carol Reed's screen production cf Gra ham Grcva's hilarious novel by the same name, finds the British funny man at hLs side-splitting best, grin ning ..d grimacing in the zaniest bit of antics since "The Horse's Mouth.'' 0.ly Guinness, as .Mr. Wormold. the mealy-mouth vacuum shop own er, could make a shambles ot the British Secret Service, leave three corpses in his wuke. and fhid a pretty mate '.Maureen OTIara' in tae fantastic sweep! Starting out as typical spy-in-cheek comedy, an observant audi ence soon begins to read between the lint s of Guinness & Co., and dis covers the reasons for political un rest in Cuba. Mr. Wormold. a widower with a sweet daughter 'Jo .Morrow of ex-, pensive tasie. seeks to end his ii nancial problems by accepting an ctfer. ircm a dapper British spy iigen: tXocl Co.vaid), to be their seciet agent in Havana. The spoof i..g begins in earnest when Wor mold tries, without success, to re cruit additional agents in his su perior's comic lashiov.. Contused wkh the futile results of his methtxls, Wormold 'creatc-i ficticious fello a -agents and c en draws imaginary pictures ot hidden military installations (which by some strange coincidence, resem ble his vacuum cleners' fur data to send to the home office. The irgenius farce comes to a chaotic and datfy climax, as the craziest scheme since Orson Wells' Martians landed on Pulaski High way backlires on Agent Wormold, ar.d cadavers start appearing with more regularity than cross-burnings at Father Dcvine's revival meetings. To help this mysterious comedy to its ridiculous conclusion, Wor mold's trusted friend. Dr. Hassel bacher Burl Ives) comes out of retirement as a German spy to plot against him. along with Cuban Po lice Captain Segora (Ernie Kovacs.', who proves superior at checkers, but inferior at absorbing his vic tory. The story, although fast moving under .Mr. Heed's able direction, was so satirical at times that the audience needed a special delivery pun to make them laugh. The, transitions of the scenes were also a slight deterrent in the overall ef fect, as they .sometimes left the au dience in more confusion than the actors themselves. Alec Guinness' wit was at its razo-r-iharp peak, so much hi fact, that many times he left his viewers scratching their unpercentive heads. Noel Coward was a superb counter part at the sprite age of (iO. and provided some of the most clever quips of the performance. Ernie Kovacs seemed naked with out a cigar, but was inav.ely ex cellent in his role as a straight man for Guinness s.u its. as was Burl Ives, the second-hand dv-cior, who gave Guinness a first-rate idea. Majueen , O'Hara was on stage, but just added to the- tun fusion. "Our Man In Havana" has suc cess written all over it in big 'G's, In fact, it couldn't be much fun nier unless Fidel Castro took the part of Ernie Kovacs, the Cuban Police Captain. But then the Cu ban's might run it as a news-reel 'stifSa ... - i jc?(A4rj 1 r: K Ci - -- Edward Nea! Riner The Coffee Club Complex Coffee clubs are as much a part of America as Dixie, "Wagon Train" and the DAIt. Of course t'10 English have their coffee clubs, but they drink English coffee so that's different grounds. Coffee clubs are for business men, pseudo-bu. i ness men (the kind who have to borrow a dime to pay for the black brew), professors and students. The biggest coffee club we have heard of 1o date is the one in Lenoir Hall. This club is usually called to order about 9 a.m. and adjourned late in the afternoon. (Sometimes there is a recess so mem bers may switch to the Pine Room; however, in our brewing this is a different club entirely.) So the club is in session for hours, but mem bers continuously enter and exit. The coffee stays the same. Well, almost the same. Actually it gets worse as the hours pass, but this is incidental to the Lenoir Coffee Club. In fact the taste of the coffee, the number of days it has been DrCwed, the acid test and the number of inches of grounds in the cup usually start each day's conversations. Although Lenoir and its coffee could never get the Good Housekeeping "Seal of Approval" nor a 21-gun salute from the League of Honest Coffee Lovers, the two are responsible for many long friendships and new romances. Only in Ienoir Hall would a mating call be "Would you like another cup of coffee" with the following reply, "Yes-s-s, I'd love one; black, please." After this beginning the romance turns to spooning. He offers her his spoon to stir her coffee. Then to climax the affair (that is, as far as they dare go in Lenoir), he offers her a cigarette and lights it for her. However, love is not the only thing involved in the vapors from the steaming DJ (drive juice). In tellectual pursuits flow throughout the hall as cof fee spills into saucers. Conversations go from drops of "why the Dem ocrats must win' 'to drops of "Camus was a symbol of his time" to drops of "big business and social ism don't mix." No matter the discussion, each person's opinion is as bitter to his partner as the coffee which both are guzzling. But all talk is not serious. Tall tales pile up to equal-the stacks of cups on the table. Some jokes are funny; some are hilarious; some are terriffic. However, all jokes rival the liquid black death for potency. There is no way to dismiss it: it is a big, big coffee club with some big. big cups of life. 'Misunderstanding' Though it would not be absurd, it might be un reasonable for Mr. Wolff, regular reviewer for the Tar Heel, to review his own Petite Dramatique pro duction. Therefore, fearing no "critic's say" was forthcoming because of Mr. Wolff's abstinence, and feeling that "The Misunderstanding" deserves more than no mention at all, this writer has undertaken to review it in stead of the regular critic. Synchronization of powerful talent and dynamic theme in the production of Albert Camus' "The Misunderstanding, or Cross Purposes" made for an evening of dramatic intensity rarely, seen among amateur groups. But unfortunately, it was this very intensity, sustained relentlessly throughout the per formance, that took away much of the force from the climax which should have risen above any other level of the play. Miss Betty Green, though an actress of unmis taken talent, is the one responsible for keeping the play at such a highly intense level from which the climax could rise no further. As Martha, she was necessarily taut, but too seldom did she reach a point beyond rigidity," and one had the feeling of having waited in vain all night for at least a brief respite. Marion Fitz-simons. on the other hand, achieved a character of greater depth through variation in pace afid mood. She of all the players seemed most "alive" if such an adjective may be applied to Camus' characters who are more instruments through which to explore existential questions and dilemmas than dramatic figures with whom we may identify. Bill Smith's performance was uneven, at times meeting the challenge of his part, at times falling stiltedly short. Bobby Hicks reached moments of surprising emotion, so real at times they caught up the au dience before collapsing into melodrama. John Harris as the Servant who comes with the final "no" as God at the end of the play evoked the feeling of aged indifference of his character with competence. Throughout the performance one never lost the feeling that the actors were secure in the know ledge of what they were saying, due no doubt to Mr. Wolff's familiarity with the subject being dram atized. Pat Hunter l-s-Nv7 wU.il v SO you I'M 0U6V HO S 0KCwvT i HO ; SAiiJ A lAV f ttQ3& WANT TO I NOW !'A HO K A . iT' VM I WHAT? J HUH ) j JfU- , J R . 'C?. ... rr f.ViiH I fiir-cl I : I I HAPPINESS 15 Tn.RTT'-riVt ; . CENTS FC THE ."OVlfc T5M N CENTS FC PJPCOSN A,D 5 6i9 f JLWXZfXCXi i DEAR GEORGE, As you know, I have just returned from a sort of exploratory trip to Earth: and I think you will be really amazed at what I have tp relate: I de cided before I left Mars that since this was my first trip to our neighboring planet; and since my time was limited, I would visit what has been rep resented to us as Earth's most culturally advanced country - the United States. They do have a fairiy high degree of culture down there. Amazingly enough, beyond all of their industralization, or ganization, and efforts to place all humans in categories; there do remain certain individuals whe possess understanding, and true aesthetic values in spite of the general stagnant and unfeeling ma jority. The majority, my friend, will be the main topic of my letter and don't laugh, because TV. swear to you I saw it with my own eyes. In spite of the fact that more people in the United States are getting an education than ever before, and in spite of the fact that art and un derstanding are supposed to be on the upswing, and in spite of th? fact there is a growing con cern that they might blow themselves up (for cer tainly what blows up must come down); in spite of all these facts to show that man is probably truly advanced: there is retained an institution which he proudly calls (and even boasts to be) the wonderful backbone of his whole existence . . . It is the belief in witchcraft. They call it religion. Now when I visted the mountains and saw snake handling. I excused it as a joke because these people were not educated; and when I visited a big tent where one of the witchdoctors was trying to heal a cancerous woman by praying to his god. I felt it to be some sort of entertainment; and when I toured through a high school and saw stu dents assembled once a week to view a priest who was talking cf morals, and love, and dirty com munist, and hell all in the same breath and, generally repeating the same thing another priest said the vr- -k before: I thought it was probably same s rt or lecture on the Dark Ages. But . . . when I visited what they call a Sunday School, and jaw children no older than five years, being taught about ghosts, and virgin births, and crosses, and ?mie sort of garbage about roasting in hell if you're bad and walking on gold streets if yru're good with true love and compassion for fellow men (no matter what their country or color) barely mentioned; and when I walked around a college campus and saw what was supposed to be the educated men I didn't believe my eyes and ears. George, I swear this is true. Everywhere I looked there were temples of sacrifice (sacrifice of all true reason of those at tending). In almost every dormitory room there was a book of myths called the Bible which was r:-ad periodically, the myths absorbed as history, r.nd its true value almost completely disregarded. On Sunday mornings the students go to the templeC and sit with blank, bored, and pseudo-emotiona. faces while the priest goes through the high school routine again. In certain of the sects: holy water is sprinkled, latin is babbled, markings are; put on: the face to remind one of the death and the roast ing he is libel to face, the "blood and body" lot the virgin-offspring is eaten in some sort of Pagan, kneeling ritual and humble prayer to the gods is universal. This humbleness to the gods is quite the thing in all their ceremonies. It seems that God made man and woman (out of mud, string, glue, and with all manner of omnipotent power thrown it) and he took these two and set them down in a beautiful garden where they yielded to temptation and were cast out, thus man was forever condemn ed until this other god came along and allowed himself to be hanged on the cross to "sax'e" man kind. But I won't go into all this George, because you've porbably already read it somewhere your-. self. Anyway, modern man insists on calling this priest Jesus a god. He is no longer a man to them. Why aren't they satisfied in letting him stay s man. and doing good because he is one? I doi't understand it. Anyway, they go around mak'ig signs of the cross about themselves, and fingering beads, and whispering lots of "Mother Marys" and, "Praise Jesus" like it was a thing quite mechaii-, cal, quite moral, and (to me) anything but holy. Before I wrote you I sat for a long while trv ing to figure out what made men on Earth act ia this strange manner. Children outgrow believing Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, why don't they outgrow their gods in a like manner? I suppose, religion, apart from ethics, gives them ease when they think of death. At burials there is always a priest to mumble over the deceased and make everyone feel generally incomTortable. The soul. theH decends to heaven, supposedly, or a great relm of indicision. where he will rest in bliss for the rest of his natural infinity. In the case of im portant men (especially of the church or politics; great, gaudy, awe-inspiring, and mechanical rituals are performed complete with latin, incense, candles, beads. "Mother Marys", colored lights, flowing robed priests and morbid organ music in general a circus. I could imagine no .more disrespectful way to oury the dead. And the people who attend the burial go back to their college anthropology clas? and snicker at primitive tribes because they wor shiped trees, and rocks, and evil spirits, and paint their dead . . . How sad it is that Americans in the 20th century, religion-wise, have advanced no farther than the Neanderthal. Well George ,1 guess I'm certainly no judge of it all, but it seems to me lots of men on Mars who never went to Sunday School as a child are much more satisfied than any holy man I saw on Earth. And our ethics are cleaner. It seems that man on earth keeps looking at nature . as some sort of im moral thing and invents god to lift him from it. How absurd, nature is neither moral or immoral ' it is non-moral. Man on Earth has let ritual replace deed; fear replace love. They all seem to have the idea that there is a loving spirit outside them selves. I wonder why they won't put it inside them selves and take responsibility for their own actions? It would make them much more like the Christ they worship. At present, they seem to be only hypocritical, humble worms. Really George, 1 thought it was a joke at first but now I don't know whether to laugh or cry. As. ever, Philip Frly
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