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Democracy , ... jn Our Time
A group of American students
are debating a similar group
from Russia. The debate has been
heated and. even, and, neither
side' seems to Jiave achieved vic
tory. One of the Americans, how
ever, suddenly realizes he has
the point which will clinch the
victory. He jumps to his feet and
says to the translator:
"Tell them this. That the reason
Russia will always prevent free- .
dom throughout the world is
that she will not allow free elec
tions in her own government. She
will not allow a man who favors
capitalism or democracy to com
pete." Satisfied, he sits down. The
translator recites the speech to
the Russians. . There is a pause,
and therf one of the Russians
rises, looks at the Americans, and
says in English:
"Fella ... in America, can you
vote for a Communist?'
. This is a true story; and the truth
of the Russian student's remark is so
biting as t6 be devastating. :
This is the land of the free, Jiome of
the tyrave and sanctuary of the feaiv
ful. Americans, who talk and write
daily of the fear that' exists behind
the Iron Curtain, who shout unceas
ingly of the freedom to be found in
this land where opportunity' knocks
not once; not twice,' nay say a thou
sand times, who complacently accept
America's "superiority" these Amer
icans are as embroiled jn fear as are
the Russians. -
For a nation which fras so long told
the world of the freedom '; that exists
within its borders, the United States
is doing a very poor ob of demon
strating this freedom on a national
basis. We have sought, through gov
ernmental action, to protect the fear
ridden American people from "Com
munist infiltration." And in the pro
cess we have destroyed all that we
wanted to be when we signed the
Constitution or proclaimed our inde
pendence. If America truly believes that the
majority of Americans do not ap
prove of Communisrri, then why have
we been refused the opportunity of
proving this at the polls? To deprive
segments of the population of their
right to express tieir opinions and
to vote for men who most closely ap
proach their own beliefs is as unde
mocratic as vodka, communes and
Strelka and Belka.
Our self-righteous slander of the
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics is
extremely hypocritical: how can we
curse another nation for a fault which
'glares as sorely within our own boun
daries? f
The United States is a great nation;
it is not, however, quite as free as the
ijtate Department' would have us
think. Let us be a little less self
righteous, and a little more realistic.
As a result we might be a little
greater;
Exercise Your flesponsibjlity
On Thursday and Friday the League
of Women ! Voters s sponsoring " a
booth in the YMCA building! the pri
mary purpose of which will be' to In
form students of voting procedures
in North Carolina. '
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Because most students know noth
ing about their chances of voting,1 and
fewer seem to care, this service is an
excellent one. Jt is also excellent be
cause it serves to heighten tjie effect
of a lesson jevery student should learn
as he passes voting age.
The vote is our one guarantee of
freedom," despite the reservations ex
pressed in the above editorial.
It is through the vote that wjiat
remnants of democracy still surviving
in the United States are able to be
perpetuated, and it is through the
vote that the still small voice of every
American can be expressed.
Students will not find it easy to
register in Chapel Hill unless they are
residents and it will be found that
a dormitory or fraternity is not con
sidered legal residency by the stern
eye of the law ' or unless there is
some strange aspect of their resi
dency which makes it possible for
them to vote,
Some of the more backward states
do not allow absentee balloting, which
of course will eliminate a few poten
tial student voters, but for the rnost
part a student who is of age and Jives
somewhere will be able to trot down
to the polling place come November
8 and marjc' the name of the man of
his choice.
Fcr the information oi students who
may Tiave'ceen "misguided Jn the past,
the candidate list will not include
such luminaries as Pogo, Alvin the
Chipmunk,' Xiar paly, Alfred E. Neu
man or pwight D. Eisenhower. Vot
ers with senses of humor are permit
ted to write in their names, how
ever. Candidates' religion will not be on
the ballot, ' because the Republican
Party says it is "fmilding a better
America' and this Utopian vision does
not include religious prejudice. There
is nothing in the voting booth about
qualifications or quotations, nothing
about World War it bravery, nothing
about yenezuelan rocks or polish
cheers; there is ho one in that box
except the voter and his 'choice, and
it is here that the American version
of democracy goes to work-
Students who are unable to vote
for one reason or another should not
feel that they are totally disenfran
chised; they still' have the privilege
of speaking and working for the man,
or the party, in whom they believe.
They still have the right to try to
convince those who have the vote to
do this.
Jt is to he hoped that every stu
dent who feels that he needs infor
rhatioh about voting regulations in
hi$ home jtown, in orth Carolina or
in other states will take advantage of
the services offered by the league of
Women Voters. ' !
Voting is a privilege not to he p aken
lightly. It is in its own way, the "key
sfxme of America, and each vote makes
the .stone firmer. J?.o n,ot he among
those who would let Jhe stone
crumble.
Laurie Holder
Children's
Hour
And so it goes . . . another sea
son of sorority rush. Rosie
Rushee is at rest in the collec
tive bosom of her selected circle
of sisters. Betty Blackballed has
recovered from her initial over
dose of sleeping pills and is re
signed to her fate. And a mass
sigh of relief goes up from all
those living around sorority
houses.
Take, for example, three
gents who share an apartment
across the street from one such
house. For several nights they
endured the songs, the skits, the
greetings. These rush activities
bothered them, but they laugh
ed it off good-naturedly and
told themselves that a little
nonsense never hurt anybody.
Life went along at a fairly
normal pace.
Then came the last night
when pledges were to be an
nounced. The three scholars
Wondered at the serenity of the
house across the street, and
opened their books, anticipating
at last a quiet night of studying.
One of the gents sat at the
window overlooking the street.
He wasn't alarmed when a few
of the girls came out the front
door and started milling around
gnashing their teeth, and pull
ing at their hair. Emotional
strain, he told himself.
Then more and more sisters
came out on the porch. It was
quite a sight sweatshirts, blue
jeans, Bermudas, pincurls, cig
arettes. They talked quietly to
one another. The three scholars
studied away.
Then one of the girls came
out of the door with a sheet of
paper in her hand. She began
to call out a few names.
She didn't get far. A chorus
cf screams rang out from the
assemblage they could have
heralded Judgment Day or the
outbreak of World War III.
"What in hell " moaned one
of the scholarly gents," shaking
his head in disbelief.
Then it dawned on him. The
high priestess across the street
was calling out the names of
the new pledges. "QUIET!
SHUT UP!' she screamed at the
wailing mob. "DON'T YOU
WANT TO HEAR THE REST
OF THEM?" This brought tem
porary quiet. But she started
calling names, again, .and each
name was followed by squeals,
groans of sheer bliss, and hys
terical laughter. '
Finally she finished the list,,
and the sisters reached an
emotional fever pitch. "AIIEEE
WE GOT MILLIE MADRAS!"
one of the ecstatic sisters yelled,
"it's UNBELIEVABLE!" She
ranted on, but soon other rants
drowned her out. "I tell you,
dahlings," said the Talliriah
Bankhead of the chapter as she
waved aloft her Winston, "we
have a pledge clahss to be
PROUD of!" Some were simply
speechless; they threw their
arms around one another and
thumped up and down ! on th.e
porch with their sneaker-clad
feet.
The terror-stricken ' scholars
gazed iri disbelief as the turmoil
continued.1 Pretty soon they
heard a distant rumble, and up
the. street galloped the hew
pledges into the arms of their
new big sisters, who spilled but .
into the yard arid on into the
street, halting all traffic. There
was much crying and laughing
and screeching. When all the
girls were exhausted, they went
inside, and there they sat
around on the floor and sang
sorority songs until the new
pledges, delirious with joy and
quite carried away with the
esprit-de-corps of it all, had to
go jback to their dorms.
POGO
"Not That I Really Approve Of It"
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4 New Campus Magazine
In introduction to a new campus publi
cation, Parlance, and a prelude to the
articles which will appear in this maga
zine, the Editor presents this article.
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High in the mountains of Norway, hugging
in rocky pinnacle, rest the derelict ruins of
an old castle. Many' years ago there i lived
within these walls a huge family who had
found a new manner of living. So long did
they enjoy the warmth," security and luxury
of this great framework that they began to
take it for granted. It did not occur to them
that the' structure of their home might
crumble if they failed to attend to it to
strengthen and repair it. Only the severe
master, Experience, could teach them that a
creation of man does not remain strong simply
because man believes in it. The ruins of their
once magnificent 'dwelling now stand as a
monument to those who would live in careless
neglect of the essentials of life and progress.
Any structure, be it a home, a levee, or even
an institution, cannot long stand strong
against the forces of time and mutability if
it is not constantly reinforced.
We, like this ancient family, are confronted
with the problems of existence; we, Jike thehi,
have 'refused to recognize that we must indi
vidually exert a great effort to maintain the
freedoms implicit in our domestic way of life.
The question which I have too long delayed
to ask is: What can we, as college students,
do to buttress the foundations of this precious
structure called DEMOCRACY?
Before considering the potential ability we
have for strengthening our heritage, we must
first investigate our weaknesses. The remarks
of two of our foreign students may best illus
trate our deficiencies. During our regular
Orientation period, one of our counselors was
explaining the function of campus political
parties in our student government to a Ca
nadian student. This new student expressed
a desire to participate in both campus and
national politics. " He was astonished to dis
cover that campus activities are far more
important to students than national politics
and thatithe great majority of Carolina stu
dents has no concern for any kind of political
activity. "Why," he asked in confusion, "are
students in the United States oblivious to
what is happening on the national and inter
national scene?" Political inactivity seems
concurrent with student apathy and ignor
ance concerning the plight of our country in
the world situation. As a student from Eng
land remarked, "Students here" don't talk " '
about the newspapers because they don't read
them."
These foreign students have recognized our
malady. We will, as American students, ac
knowledge their observations? We might even
make several observations of our own: that
(in spite of the interest displayed in the Mock
Democratic Convention last spring) approxi
mately 50 Carolina students of a possible 9,000
are active in our national parties, that a stu
dent interested in an intelligent discussion of
international affairs had better look for a
foreign student . . . Yes, it does seem ironic
that the college students of the nation which
shouts- democracy and freedom of political
choice the loudest do not participate actively
and vigorously at the time of their country's
greatest political activity.
. The challenge of this century is a broad one.
It is no longer merely military: it is economic,
educational, scientific, and cultural. Our suc
cess . in meeting the demands of this chal
lenge is dependent upon our desire to use the
freedom and wealth afforded by our country
to fulfill goals which supercede private satis
faction, to uphold the ideals upon which our
democracy is founded. Our freedom and our
system of democratic government are not
likely to survive simply because we believe
iri them and enjoy them. We shall have to
prove that with them and through them we
can satisfy the needs of our people and fulfill
the challenging demands of the times in which
we live.
The question has been asked; the weak
ness has been observed; the answer lies within
our grasp. May we not leave the ruins of a
crumbled democracy as a token of our neg
lect and a monument to the peoples of the
world.
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JFK In LA
Long before the opening of the con
vention in Los Angeles, the Kennedy
organization had moved in and made
extensive preparations for that one,
dynamic week in which the Junior Sen
ator from Massachusetts successfully
gained the Democratic nomination. In
truth, should Kennedy gain the Presi
dential nod, one of his outstanding vir
tues, will be his organizational abilities.
. Campaign headquarters were central
ized in downtown Los Angeles, in the
Biltmore hotel. On the first floor of the
hotel, all of the candidates had rented
large suites where tourists could me
ander about and see all of the campaign
paraphanalia: moving slides of the
candidates in action, pamphlets extoll
ing candidate virtues, and free Coca
Cola for the thirsty.
In addition to this, Senator Kennedy
had rented many rooms in the Biltmore
for the different parts of his organiza
tion. On the second floor, for example,
was a room for the "Kennedy Girls"
college coeds attired in patriotic red
white and blue dresses who stood
around and looked lovely for the Ken
nedy Cause.
The Purpose of this extensive plan
ning was, of course, to woo delegates,
influential Democrats and newsmen to
the side of Brother Jack. I had an op
portunity to view an example of the
latter on Sunday afternoon, three days
before the nomination.
I had been occupied that morning with
entertaining an influential Kentucky
newspaperman. This had mostly con
sisted of driving the Kentucky editor
and his wife through the busy streets
of Los Angeles in a bright red Kennedy
convertible! The senator had rented ap
proximately sixty automobiles for the
L.A. venture, and this particular morn
ing, after I had reported bright and
early to the Transportation Center, and
had been issued the convertible, I spent
the morning as a sort of glorified chauf
fer. '
About noon, it was becoming warmer
downtown, and as I drove up to the
front door of the Biltmore to leave my
illustrious riders, I looked forward to a
cool lunch in the Biltmore snack bar.
No such luck. As the editor and his
wife departed, four new photographers
jumped in. "They told us upstairs that
you'd take us out to the party in Bev
erly Hills," one of them said rapidly,
"And we're late, so you'd better hurry."
Having no idea which party they re
ferred to, or where it was, I was forced
to follow the photogs rather confused
directions.
At length, we arrived at a large house
of -Spanish design, and proceeded in
through the gate to a rambling back
yard, where the festivities were already
in progress. The party was being given
by a nouveau riche Californian named
Bart Lytton, who owned a chain of
banks in Beverly Hills. Most of the
guests delegates, for the most part
were gathered around the two large
swimming pools.
Although the gathering was osten
sibly a brunch, I noticed that there were
four strategically placed bars in the
yard. Rather un-brunch-like, I thought
to myself. During the time that I was
at the party, Drew Pearson stopped in,
and also Governor Brown's wife.
About 40 minutes had passed when
one of the photographers rushed up to
me and said they had to leave: Kennedy
was supposed to make an appearance,
but word had just arrived that he was
staying in Los Angeles. The implica
tions of this' fact for the newsmen were
enormous: they had just lost a scoop,
and if they did not get back to L.A.
post-haste, they would lose many im
portant pictures.
Thus, since time was of the essence,
the photographers made a command de
cision: take the Hollywood Freeway
back to the city. For those of you not
familiar with this area of California,
the Freeway is like the Indianapolis
500 without the bricks. A vivid impres
sion still remains with me of speeding
along the highway on that busy Sunday
afternoon, with four impatient newsmen
urging faster and faster speeds.
Yes, Kennedy catered to those ele
ments of the convention that could help
him, and the press was monumental in
achieving the nomination. In fact, some
elements of the Los Angeles press were
conceding Kennedy as much as a thousand-vote
margin on the first ballot.
For some reason, the press took a liking
to Kennedy, and it was not only tlie
glamour that attracted newshawks to
the Massachusetts Senator. Perhaps they,
like everyone else in the hectic city of
Los Angeles, thought that he had too
much of everything for anyone to stop
him: too much money, too much pub
licity, too many hard-nosed politico.
Maybe the press were, a bit misguided
iri their ' speculations, but they helped
gain Jack Kennedy a presidential bid.
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