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THE DAILY TAR HEEL
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Associate Editor Wayne King, Mary Stewart Baker
Assistant Editor Ron Shumate
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Not With A Whimper, But A Bang
' Good ones remain, but the great
est is gone.
Ted Williams, in a characteristic
gesture, stepped to the plate for the
last time in his major league career,
took two pitches, and slammed the
ball 450 feet for his 29th home run
of the season and the 521st of his
career.
At forty-two, time still has not
caught up to Ted Williams. Swinging
with the grace and beauty of a pol
ished 25-year-old star, he breezed
through this, his last season, with
amazing ease and effectiveness. He
was the Red Sox; the Red Sox were
Williams.
In his last years in baseball Wil
liams was a quieter man than he was
when he first startled the nation with
his skill athletic and extra-athletic.
But he still had a kind of fire to his
playing and his personality that kept;
the fans pouring into Fenway Park,
fair weather or foul, first place or
last.
How many still remember with
ribald relish the "magnificent : ges
ture"? How many remember his in
credible courage when, in the 1950
All-Star game, he broke his collar
bone crashing into the outfield wall
for a line drive then came back in
the next inning to lash a single
through the infield?
Or how many remember the many
times he has superbly, exquisitely
spat at the press, the fans, the oppo
sition and the umpires? The time only
recently when, in total disgust after
being issued a walk, he not only spat
but also heaved his bat into the air,
sending it floating forty feet above
the playing field?
The Mantles and Marises, the Skin
ners and Aarons, the Allisons and
Bankses are excellent players. They
handle glove and bat with equal skill;
their home runs soar far beyond the
confines of a mere stadium; their
speed flashes across the field with
true beauty. But none of them can
compare with the magnificent Ted
Williams, who has been more to base
ball than a player; he has been a fiery,
vital institution, a Samson in the
midst of weaklings. Only Jim Pear
sall remains, carrying faithfully the
banner of total insubordination.
Williams followed admirably in the
scurrilous tradition of Babe Ruth, Ty
Cobb, Babe Herman and Dizzy Dean.
Totally unpredictable, he scorned the
New York Yankee idea that ball
players are businessmen. He made it
known in no uncertain terms that
ballplayers are people and how.
Stan Musial is the last of the old
guard remaining now, though Warren
Spahn and Lew Burdette still flash
their old brilliance. And Stan Musial,
for all his skill, has never been a Ted
Williams. He is just a ballplayer.
Baseball will miss Ted Williams,
and so will the American people. We
will miss his fresh denial of all that
is assumed, of all that is correct. We
will miss his humor and his un
abashed self-confidence. We will miss
his lack of respect for the all-powerful
press.
Most of all, however, we will miss
Ted Williams the ballplayer, for
surely he was the greatest of our
time.
The People's Choice
Down in North Carolina the po
litical shouting has largely been di
rected toward the national campaign
and the state gubernatorial campaign,
so that little local attention has turned,
toward gubernatorial or senatorial
campaigns in other states.
Up in Rhode Island, however, a race
has been going on which should be
noticed by every American; it has
given some people in that diminutive
but outspoken state hope for the fu
ture of their own politics, and could
convey the same hope to the rest of
America.
During the course of the past sum
mer heated debate flew around Rhode
Island about the vacation, of the
Senate seat of retiring Theodore
Francis Green; almost every Demo
crate in the state wanted to take the
distinguished patrician's place.
The Democratic Convention en
dorsed 'former Governor Dennis J.
Roberts for the seat, although J.
Howard McGrath, once Truman's at
torney general, and Claiborne Pell,
a member of aristocratic Newport's
"elite," opposed his candidacy.
The Democratic primary was held
last Wednesday. Roberts was de
scribed by politicians as a "cinch." A
Catholic in one of the nation's most
heavily Catholic states, a former Gov
ernor with political experience and
backing, Roberts was the odds-on
f avcrite,
McGrath, not a particularly popu
lar figure in Rhode Island politics,
drew primarily upon his strong record
of government service and his asso
ciation with the favorable Truman
administration. Pell drew upon poli
tical naivete, enthusiasm and popu
larity. Pell won the primary with sweep
ing decisiveness. Tallying 83,595 votes
to Roberts's 45,096 and McGrath's
7,580, he shocked political dopesters
and delighted the skeptical.
Pell has money, social position and
is an Episcopalian. In a state where
prejudice against these factors runs
high and bard, he won a smashing
victory, to join Kennedy and Rocke
feller among the nation's wonderboys.
He has a tremendous political fu
ture ahead of him; 41 years old, he
has every chance to compile a good
record and go on to "greater heights"
before he is fifty. Republican Raoul
Archambault stands in his way now,
but Rhode Island is a one party state.
Or at least when a good Democrat is
running.
This should encourage not only the
people of Rhode Island but also the
people of the nation: Claiborne Pell
has proved that it is possible for a
good, interested, concerned man to
defeat a politician. The latter may
not be a bad word, but the former is
better.
On Mehru
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UPI Foreign Editor
If there is one thing in com
mon among new ngtions, it is
an overwhelming desire to
avoid the whipsaw of the cold
war made frighteningly evident
at the current session of the
United Nations General As
sembly. One of the men they look to
for guidance is a thin, dark
skinned man in jodhpurs who
came to the glass-encased U.N.
headquarters this year reluc
tantly. He is Indian Prime Minister
Jawaharlal Nehru, a sadder and
wiser man than only a few
years ago when he was decry
ing Western alliances and open
ly admiring the Soviet Union
and Red China as shining ex
amples of a brave new society.
This year as cold war ten
sions reach one of their periodic
peaks and as neutral nations in
crease their voting strength in
the United Nations, there has
been a corresponding increase
in speculation that there soon
is to emerge a so-called third
force which would function in
the vacuum between the Com
munist East and the capitalist
West.
Most Likely Leader
The neutrals, covering a vast
area of the earth and with a
population of hundreds of mil
lions, would comprise this force.
There are men who have
openly aspired to lead this
force. Among them are Presi
dent Tito of Yugoslavia, Presi
dent Nasser of Egypt and Presi
dent Sukarno of Indonesia.
But none of these has the
prestige of Nehru.
Among them all, none should
know better than Nehru the
difficulties of welding such a
force and it he; unlikelihood that
it ever truly will emerge.
One ambitious attempt oc
curred in 1955. That was the
Bandung conference in which
Nehru was a prominent partici
pant. Sukarno was the host and he
hailed it as "the first inter-continental
conference of the so
called colored, peoples in the
history of mankind."
Opposed Colonialism
Nehru used it to urge non
alignment with power blocs
and called NATO "one of the
most powerful protectors of
colonialism."
But, from the start, the con
ference called to demonstrate
unity among the Afro-Asians
demonstrated only that they,
too, were divided.
In the end, Red China stole
the show.
A year earlier she had signed
with India a pact of non-aggression
outlining five prin
ciples of co-existence. This
theme she also pressed upon the
participants at Bandung.
Five years later, Red China
demonstrated its good faith
with armed aggression against
India's borders.
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And Start World War III!"
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Thomas Wolfe: New Biography
Something has spoken to me in the
night, burning the tapers of the wanning
year; something has spoken in the night,
and told me I shall die, I know not where.
Saying: " 'To lose the earth you know, for
greater knowing; to lose the life you have,
for greater life; to leave the friends you
loved, for greater loving; to find a land
more kind than home, more large than
earth. . ."
You Can't Go Home Again
These lines close Elizabeth Nowell's
biography of Thomas Wolfe. She suggests
them as a proper epitaph for an Ameri
can writer who lived his life so intensely
that it dampens the brow to think of the
fervor with which he lived it. In this first
complete biography Miss Nowell has nar
rated his life with - both depth and per
ception. Thomas Wolfe has been pictured in many
ways: He has been seen as the wild-eyed
giant, pouring out books feverishly by
scrawling only four or five giant words
on one sheet of paper; Sherwood Ander
son saw. him thus: "He is six feet six
inches and gigantic in every way. He is
like his writing . . . He is generous and
big, in every way ..."
At this moment, if he were still alive,
a romantic student might wish to picture
him riding in the engine of a speeding
train, his face carved with agonizing lines
of pleasure; or another might like to pic
ture his lanky frame, unruffled and peace
ful, slowly covering the old, brick walks
of our campus. I see him behind one of
these Daily Tar Heel desks, scratching out
editorials with an old, pen, as he did for
two years, as editor of this paper.
Whatever the picture, it is one of a
human being, living an intensely energetic
and vigorous life. Thomas Wolfe "lived"
his short life, in the truest sense of the
word.
Many of us Tar Heels and Americans
have examined much of Wolfe's life in
Look Homeward, Angel; still more have
read his other works and feel we know
him even more intimately. Whatever our
source of information, we are aware that
he absorbed every experience he lived and
then squeezed them out to us through his
writing.
Miss Nowell tells us that "Wolfe's daily
life was governed almost wholly by this
need to write." He himselt "often said "If
I can keep on writing, everything will be
all right." Writing was the thing at which
he excelled and he knew he had to do it
"not only for the sake of his literary out
put, but also for that of his own peace of
mind." He "left himself so utterly ex
hausted and yet so keyed up that he could
n't sleep at night."
We hope that Thomas Wolfe was not
typical of Daily Tar Heel editors, for he
rarely washed, changed his clothes or had
a haircut. Eccentric though he was, he for
ever had friends.
Miss Nowell has written a warm and
vigorous biography of our famed Tar Heel.
She depicts almost every picture that we
might have formed of him.
After reading this biography, one will
find himself remembering such portraits
as these: Asserting his individuality dur
ing his college days here; living it up lavi
ously in Germany on royalties with his
admirers because he was not allowed to
spend his money outside of the country;
stuffing cotton in his ears for days after
visiting the home of Beethoven because he
wanted to experience the same handicap
as the great composer; surprised by a
warm reunion with the people of Asheville
after a long, frightened absence because
of the town's angry reception of Look
Homeward, Angel. These are only a few
of the incidents of which Miss Nowell
writes with a tender, but stimulating per
ception. The main source of Miss Nowell's biog
raphy is Wolfe's interpretation of himself.
She draws from his fiction, many times
from his valuable Purdue speech, inter
esting and informative letters, and his own
pocket notebooks. Sometimes Miss Nowell
leans too heavily upon these self appraisals.
The reader must persevere the laborious
and sometimes repetitive account of the
publishing business; and the reader's in
terest may easily be stiffled by the labor
pains that accompany the production of
Wolfe's second novel Of Time And The
River, which Scribner editor, Max Perkins,
finally had to take away from him. (Wolfe
at last appeared at Perkins' house with
the manuscript stuffed in two crates, one
under each arm.)
"Dullness" the word that usually ac
companies a biography is impossible to
find in Elizabeth Nowell's Thomas Wolfe;
it is a fascinating book, especially for
many of us who are in the passionate
midst of our "Thomas Wolfe phase."
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In 1946, a young man went to Congress
from California's old 12th District. In perhaps
the dirtiest, muddiest, grubbiest campaign in
California political history, the upstart Rich
ard M. Nixon unseated five term incumbent
Jerry Voorhis by over 18,000 votes, or rough
ly a 3-2 margin.
The reader should pay particular atten
tion to the word "perhaps" in the last para
graph. The columnist says perhaps because
there is a good chance that Nixon's 1950 Sen
ate campaign spent even more time in the
political gutters. In neither of these cam
paigns, one of them only ten years ago, did
the Republican presidential candidate display
any overabundance of that hard to define
concept known as integrity.
In the 194G campaign against Voorhis, he
attempted to brand his opponent as a tool
of organized labor and to blame all of the
country's post war difficulties on the Demo
crats. All of this is summarized brilliantly by
Frank Holeman in the book "Candidates
1960."
During his tenure in the U.S. Congress
1946-50 Nixon became closely associated
with that controversial group known as the
House Committee on Un-American Activities.
He first came to national attention as the
youthful crusader who waged a personal war
against Algier Hiss. He won an easy re-election
victory in 1948.
Two years later he received the nomina
tion of the California State Republican Party
as that organization's candidate for the U.S.
Senate. His opponent was a very able Con
gresswoman named Helen Gahagan Douglas.
Nixon continued his previous campaign tac
tics, even adding a little new fuel to the
political fire against Mrs. Douglas.
He attempted to link her with every ques
tionable organization and political concept
available. As Phillip Potter has also pointed
out in "Candidates 1960", Nixon circulated
a "pink sheet" tying Mrs. Douglas to the
apron strings of Vito Marcantonio of New
York. He also sent a letter to registered Demo
crats attempting to create the allusion that
he himself was a Democrat, or at least a
sympathizer with their cause.
Perhaps a little background about the Cali
fornia setup at that time would be useful.
Here was a state whose Democratic Party
was at rock bottom. Paul Ziffrin had not yet
arrived on the scene to put together the or
ganization which would later elect Pat Brown
as Governor. Here was also the state which
had played an instrumental role in the Pro
gressive Party of 1948 and its candidate Henry
Wallace. The liberal Democrat had found
some affinity within the Progressive ranks
at this time. In 1950, with the Progressive
Party dead for all practical purposes, there
was an obvious return to the Democratic
Party.
This was also the time of our first inklings
of McCarthyism, although th Wisconsin Sen
ator had not yet come to the forefront. The
world was troubled, the Korean War was
around the corner. The Truman administra
tion was under heavy fire for corruption and
Communism. America was afraid, the post
war boom was over and the Big Red Hand
was reaching out all over Western Europe.
What could be more natural than for Dick
Nixon to come forth as the bastion of Ameri
canism, the defender of God, mother and the
country? He neatly tied in the Progressives,
economic ills, fellow travelers, liberals, egg
heads, Harry Truman, Algier Hiss, Joseph
Stalin and all that we didn't want and hand
ed them in a neat package to Mrs. Douglas
to defend. America was afraid, Dick Nixon
wasn't. When the votes and mud were in,
Nixon had landed a Senate job by well over
600,000 tallies.
As history knows, Nixon's name appeared
on a list of suitable vice presidential candi
dates in 1952. All of the problems of 1950
had become greatly magnified by this time.
The Korean War was unpopular, Stalin was
flexing his muscles in the direction of Asia,
Adlai Stevenson was both a liberal and an
egghead, a Democratic Congress had done
little to satisfy the American people and there
weren't two chickens in every pot and a car
in each garage. America was still afraid, more
so than two years in the past. Again, Nixon
was the right man at the right time in the
right place with the right record.
Since his election in 1952, the 47-year-old
Republican standard bearer has worked hard,
harder than any Vice President in our history.
He has traveled to every corner of the globe.
He has sat in meetings of the National Se
curity Council, banged a gavel as presiding
officer of the Senate, been perhaps the chief
spokesman for the GOP and waited, planned,
schemed and prayed each day for today, the
today when he presents himself as one of
two aspirants for the world's most important
job. He has also attempted to create an image
of the new-Nixon, a man who has grown in
stature and experience since those early Cali
fornia campaigns. But in his most resent na
tional exposure the first debate with Ken
nedy he showed signs of being the old-Nixon
with his melodramatic remark, "I have known
what it is to be poor." He has also showed
signs of being the old-Nixon with his plea
for a moratorium of criticism of the U.S. ef
fort while Premier Khrushchev is in this
country.
We don't think there is a new-Nixon. Just
as the leopard doesn't change his spots, nei
ther does a man named Nixon change over
night all of the standards that have made
him one of America's most successful and
frightening individuals. All of his life Dick
Nixon has been the right man at the right
time. All of his life he has been ruthless and
hard-hitting.
Like a fighter in a desperate attempt to
reach the pinnacle of the ring world, Dick
Nixon is hungry. He is just as hungry as
ever. He will do everything within his power
to defeat Kennedy, and this spells trouble
for the Democrats. They know full well the
fury of his efforts.
Richard" Nixon is a man on the make. He
is an odds-on favorite to wind up the next
President.
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