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UNC NEWS
Thursday, July 14, 1960
Bandwagonitis Strike Sanford
Not too long ago more than 350,000
North Carolinians went to the polls and
cast a vote of approval for one Terry
Sanford.
At that time, and since then, Sanford
has been alternately and simultaneously
portrayed in several roles:
He has been seen galloping on a great
white charger, leading the Negroes out
of the throes of racial discrimination ;
He has been seen strolling gaily from
the mountains to the sandhills, holding a
basket of greenbacks under one arm, while '
he cast the bills in all directions ;
He has been seen charging valiantly
forth to rescue schools and colleges, from
drowning in a quagmire devoid of aca
demic freedom.
But now that the air of a heated cam
paign has cleared and Sanford has made
his way to the Democratic National Con
vention, yet another role has appeared
for the Governor nominee: that of one
afflicted with a disease a disease known
as bandwagonitis.
When the people of North Carolina
chose Sanford as their next Governor,
they were choosing a man to lead them.
They were choosing a man who would
not only improve conditions within the
state, but, at the same time, improve the
state's relations with other states and the
nation as a whole.
There are many ways Sanford could
do this. Scrambling on a bandwagon that .
is thundering by, just to be going along
for the ride is one of the less desirable
of these ways. '
True, Sanford endorsed Sen. Kennedy
in order to improve this state's standing
in the country. And true, too, that he felt
that siding with a winning candidate early
in the game would be the best way to ac
complish this.
But we don't believe in bandwagon
ism. We think Sanford, as the next Gov
ernor of this state, should have made hi3
presidential choice on the basis of that
candidate's qualifications and not on the
fact that he appears to be a sure winner.
It's true that Sanford did not endorse
Johnson just because the rest of the so
called "solid South" was going for the
Senator from Texas. This could have been
a commendable move.
But it could be commendable only if
he had chosen another candidate because
he felt that the other candidate was bet
ter qualified than Sen. Johnson to be the
next President of this country.
It seems that Sanford is demonstrat
ing followership, not leadership.
Some Assorted Short Subjects
Fidel Castro is laid up in bed, suppos
edly with the flu. Maybe he's got "red
fever."
Ironic double-feature at a Charlotte
. movie-house: "The Angry Red Planet,"
and "Circus Stars" a Russian-made film.
Belated congratulations to Isabella
; Davis and the Playmakers for their
1 splendid production of "One More Waltz."
' Twas the most entertaining thing we've
' seen here in many a day.
Confusing advertisement heard on a
Raleigh radio station recently: "See 'Por
trait in Black' in color."
Seen on campus over the weekend:
Nothing, man, like nothing.
Those rebels across the Atlantic are
really "doing" the (Belgian) Congo.
Someone dashed a beautiful coat of
red paint over Silent Sam's back this past
weekend. Must have been a still-bitter
Britisher who wanted to change Sam's
gray coat to a red coat.
Yrith the opening of the Democratic
convention, the roar of TV sets could be
heard all over campus. Those without the
picture-tube monsters were rushing about
madly to rent a set or get to someplace
where they could get reasonably near a
set.
It's truly the age of television.
Our nomination for most-crowded park
ing lot in town: the one at the Chapel
Hill Weekly.
Monday was a day of reckoning for
the School of Journalism. It was inspec
tion day for the school's new building,
Howell Hall. Howell came through with
flying colors.
Heard in class: An out-of-state pro
fessor complaining about Chapel Hill's in
famous weather.
But, then, who doesn't complain about
it?
Letter To The Editor
The Gideons Should Be Notified
Editor:
I have been watching the
grouing drama on the book
shelves of Lenoir Hall since the
session began. Now I think it
is time to speak out.
The prologue to the affair
vas sounded by some poor soul
whose history text had disap
peared while he was eating. A
note to the party or parties in
volved was penned and posted,
asking that the book be return
ed. Next came a girl whose bot
any text and notes were taken,
either purposely or otherwise;
sh, posted a note on the book
shelf, asking at least that the
notes be returned thereto.
Another chapter came when
one Joe Sam Routh announced
that his personal copy of "Sex
Life of a Cop" was missing.
Finally, and this is why I
write, this morning I noticed a
poster stating:
"Whoever took my Bible either
bring it back, or read it," which
note was signed "W. G. Fried
rich." I do not see any definite
trend here from history to bot
any to Sex life to religion and
suppose the pilfering to be done
by several individuals. It is in
deed sad that such play has ap
parently become widespread,
but when it comes to Bibles!..
Something must be done.
The Gideons should be notifi
ed. Please do not take this per
sonally. I do not think that you
stole any of the books.
J. Harper
P. S.: Though I have no per
sonal interest in the matter, I
have since learned that W. G.
Freidrich has moved from 447
W. Park St., Cary to 112 W.
Longview St., Chapel Id.
Perspectives
By Yardley
Martin Luther King speaks of the American Negro as "hav
ing come a long, long way . . . and having a long, long way
to go."
Jazz music, too, has come a "long, long way"; and it has
a "long, long way to go." As every schoolboy knows, it started
in the bordellos and "establishments" of New Orleans' red
light zone. It moved up the river toward Chicago, making periodic
and vital stops at such oases as Kansas City, Memphis, and St.
Louis.
In Chicago it was adapted by the white man, who started it
on its road to respectability by putting jazz bands on river
boats and in dance halls. Too, it simmered in hidden basements
and, during prohibition, in the speakeasies and, again, the bor
dellos. Taken to New York, jazz reached first the nightclub, then
the speakeasy, then the dance hall, then the concert hall; it
was received, albeit with hesitation, in such venerable edifices
as Carnegie and Town Halls.
With the advent of the long playing record, jazz graduated
to the shelves of the nation's intellectuals, where the artistry
of a Miles Davis or the "historical" value of a Joe Oliver was
given a place of reverence and, in a whimsical way, respecta
bility. With the success of Newport as . encouragement, the jazz
festival grew to the status of a national institution; it was
seen sporting its summery glow in Bucks County and in Mon
terey, in French Lick and Toronto.
Jazz, it seemed a few weeks ago, had really and finally
arrived.
Then came the Newport Jazz Festival 19C0 version.
Newport, as usual, was crowded for the occasion. The quiet
little New England town, content for 360 days of the year to
rest upon its reputation for historic buildings and sandy beaches,
exploded with the influx of fans, buffs, and hangers-on to a
weekend population of some 70,000 people twice its normal size.
They came from everywhere. Many had chartered busses
and came halfway across the continent; many were critics and
enthusiasts from New York, Boston and Philadelphia; many
were musicians; most, however, were college students, and
most of them from the Ivy League.
To these students, Newport had replaced Bermuda's "Col
lege Week" as the place to be. Few understood the meaning of
"contrapuntal"; few knew the delights of Thelonius Monk or the
excitement of Gerry Mulligan; few had ever heard live jazz
outside of a Thanksgiving vacation trip to Birdland or a Dukes
of Dixieland concert at their winter dance weekend.
They were there for two reasons: everyone else was there,
and they might see a few old classmates; the liquor flows freely
over a Festival weekend, and few draft cards are checked.
Saturday night's crowd inside Freebody Park was a big ,
one one of the biggest in Newport's brief history. 15,000 people
packed every seat and every inch of the gigantic football field
and filled the distant grandstand to the top row. They were as
well behaved as any Festival crowd, giving half of their at
tention to the music and half to the booming Narragansett beer
concession.
Outside, some 10,000 disgruntled college students shuttled
restlessly. No more seats, no more admittance. They had come
to Newport to hear the jazz, however, and were not to be that
easily discouraged. A few flying soda bottles and beer cans
signified this.
The next day the City Council revoked the Jazz Festival's
entertainment license. The I960 Newport Jazz Festival was
over; there will never be another one.
College students, "the hope for a better America in the
future," had wrecked jazz's best hope for the future. Selfishly,
immaturely and violently conducting themselves in a manner
reminiscent of panty raids and bonfire celebrations, they had
done their little job.
Jazz has, indeed, come a long, long way. It now has an '
even longer way to go.
The U.N.C. NEWS
RON SHUMATE
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