Volume 72, Number 113
Saturday, March 7, 1964f mmmmmmmmmmmmmz' -
if A Review
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71 Years of Editorial Freedom
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Let's Give To Heln Those Who Hurt
Once a year a University-wide drive
is held to get students and other mem
bers of the University community to
donate money to the Campus Chest for
support of five worthy charities-
That time is upon us. The drive be
gan Monday and runs through next
Monday. It's a one-shot affair and every
penny helps.
The money goes to the Murdoch
School at Buteer, a residential treat
ment facility for children with severe
emotional illnesses; the OTierry Center
in Goldsboro, a school and training cen
ter for retarded and mentally-ill child
ren; the World Clothing Fund, only
charitable organization providing free
clothes to the county school children of
f0 of the most distressed Southern
mountain counties ; the American
Friends Service Committee, which
among other things provides aid to the
Cherokee Indians of North Carolina;
and the World University Service, a
world-wide mutual assistance program
to needy students in 50 countries.
Rarely do you run into a group of
charities so deserving of your help as
these five.
Besides solicitations in campus li"-.
ing units, donations may be left in Y
Court. Let's all give, at least a little-
When In Doubt, Turn Right
Most of U3 have a decided aversion to
being regimented, and justly so. Regi
mentation almost always is involves
some loss of one's individuality. But
often without realizing it, most of us
make regimentation necessary.
A good case in point is the way we
go in and out of campus buildings,
particularly when classes are changing
and there are a lot of us hurrying to
the next clas.
Do most of us move in some sort of
orderly manner, so that people going the
other way can get where they're going
too?
Nope.
Instead, most of us just kind of mosey
along in no- particular pattern.
But this is self-defeating. It slows us
up as well as the people going the other
way.
We suggest a traffic rule of sorts be
unofficially adopted and followed by all
of us- No matter which way you're mov
ing, bear to the right.
This way there'll be a clean flow of
people in and out of buildings, with a
minimum of stumbling around.
Intelligent self-regulation is the best
way to precent enforced regimentation.
'No Night For
Apple Pie . .
By IIEXRY McLNiS
The pied pipers of folksman-
ship invaded campus Wednesday
torrent of
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cultural criticism
social satire.
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Tip-Toeing On The Scales Of Justice
Raymond Mallard is not all cast-iron
in a flowing black robe- He just seems
that way when he is presiding in court.
Judge Mallard is on the bench now
in Orange Superior Court in Hillsboro.
He arrived on Monday morning, preced
ed by awesome tales of his courtroom
discipline.
One advance report had it that the
Judge had at one time fined himself $25
for being 10 minutes late to court. Sev
eral days before his Hillsboro appear
ance, he had fined a young man in Dur
ham for contempt. The young man had
laughed at the wrong time.
There were other stories: of a re
porter who had been wandering around
the courtroom being assigned to a
straight-back- chair far a couple of
hours, of a woman being assigned to a
jail cell for ignoring Judge Mallard's
rules of decorum, and so on, and on-
In Hillsboro Monday morning, you
would have thought the Courthouse
was standing on crates of eggs. Sheriff's
deputies soft-shoed around, wall-eyed
and jumpy. Anyone standing in the
corridor outside the courtroom was
enough to throw the deputies into trau
ma. The judge required an unobstructed
view.
A student sitting in the courtroom
with an open book on his lap was hustled
outside forthwith. The judge had rul
ed among other things that there would
be no reading, talking or moving about
in his courtroom. The student insisted
Gary Blanchard, Dave Ethridge
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Associate Editor .
News Editors
Fred Seely
Hugh Stevens
Mickey Blackwell
Peter Wales
. Linda Riggs
John Montague
Larry Tarlton
Jim Wallace
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Sports Editor
Asst. Sports Editor
Photo Editor
Reporters'.
Kerry Sipe, Administration
Jeff Dick, Municipal
John Greenbacker, Student Government
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Staff Artists:
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Science Editor Mat Friedman
Reviews Henry Mclnnis
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Advertising Manager
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Asst. Advertising Mgr.
Sales
Circulation Manager,
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Fred McConnel
Sally Raivlings
Woody Sobol
Frank Potter
Dick Baddour
Bob Vanderberry
John Evans
Bob Holland
he hadn't been reading. The deputy said
he would have to face the Judge's
wrath anyway.
The atmosphere became somewhat
more relaxed when the jurors were be
ing called. One prospective juror told
the Judge his children had mumps and
he expected to catch them in a day or
so himself. The Judge wasn't impressed.
"You're too old to catch mumps," he
said with a trace of a smile. There was
chuckling among the audience. The ex
pectant mumps victim shuffled his feet.
Nobody was found in contempt.
The relaxed atmosphere wasn't allow
ed to get out of hand, though. At one
point, one of the defense attorneys for
got to stand when he said Yes Sir to the
Judge. Judge Mallard reminded him
pointedly to be on his feet when addres
sing the bench. The defense attorney
didn't forget again.
There were long, seemingly purpose
less pauses in the Mallard court on Mon
day, some of them lasting for minutes.
At times you began to wonder if the
wheels of justice had run off the axle
and become lost in aimless wandering.
After several hours of this iron-hard
courtroom discipline, you begin to get
an idiotic urge to stand, stretch, yawn,
and say to Judge Mallard something
like, "Well, I've had enough of this non
sense. I'm going home."
Having seen that stern, forbidding,
gentleman in action, you realize, of
course, that only one thing could hap
pen : North Carolina, if not most of the
Eastern Seaboard, would break off from
the Continent and slip gently beneath
Bounding Main, with not even an oil
slick to mark its passing. It isn't worth
it.
MRC & Thee
The social life provided by the Men's
Residence Council takes a definite turn
for the better tonight.
At last, Social Chairman Gordon Ap
pell has yielded to the call for an honest-to-God
dance, the kind you can dance
at.
The MRC is sponsoring a dress-up
dance in the Carolina Inn Ballroom and
has got the Duke Ambassadors to play
for it. Students can put on nice clothes
and dance for perhaps the first time
since they came to college.
Now that students will actually be
able to hear themselves think, they may
find they'll have to talk to their dates,
a novel but interesting task.
How intellectual can you get?
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No, it wasn't a good night for
Mother, apple pie or the flag,
but Carolina lads and lassies
were titillated by the reusing
and triumphant three muske
teers of folk music . . , yj8
Chad Mitchell Trio.
Memorial Hall rocked and
quivered with each song as well
it should have, for the slick
sounds that wafted through the
air were thoroughly iresh, vivid
and professional.
The house was crammed like
a can of sardines, indicating
once again the desperate need
of UNC for a larger auditorium.
Too many superb concerts are
denied students and the problem
is getting more vexing with
every campus attraction.
The trio consists of four men,
yes, four, in tneir early twen
ties: Joe Frazier, Chad Mitchell,
Mike Kobluk and their guitarist
Jim iMcGuinn.
Their first piece, "A Mighty
Day," promised a mighty night
for the audience and the goods
were delivered as pledged. "The
Unfortunate Man" was a cliff
hanging bit of fluff one could
legitimately term a horror tune,
about a poor man whose honey
moon is spiked at the root by a
bride who isn't quite all there.
Cooing and billing the soothing
ditty, "Four Strong Winds," a
plaintive but passionate note
was struck. Next came a "tri
bute" to the University of
Mississippi. "We Sing To Thee
Ole Miss." The Singers spoofed
the barricades, the National
Guard, the hand grenades, the
effigies and the riot queen with
relish and good humor.
Hugh Stevens
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'Spring? Yes.
It s Here..;
It isn't springtime in n--Hill
yet not really, it ,
seems that way.
The !.:
i low f I r, r
; kneel in 2 in ;;
j of the K; .
; Churc n
I 1 t h e p.Vi! r
1 and the c;i:
' tells nie t
L i -i th(? Verr
Equinox is still two weeks v..
At the same time,
there's a certain feeling in
air that can only mecin ,
thing if spring isn'i r,-;
here with her cup overf-owi
we've at least sipped l.tv ,
wine.
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Letters To The Editors
Akers And The Quarterly
Quarterly
Editors, The Tar Heel:
The group can hardly . avoid
comparison with the Kingston
Trio either in their material or
their tone quality.
Even though the woods are
full of folk singers these days,
the Chad Mitchell Trio can light
the kindling quicker and hotter
than most comparative com
mercialized groups.
"What Did You Learn In
School Today' was a satirical
little tune with lessons that had
the bite of sarcasm such as,
"I learned Our Government
Must Be Strong and that they
are never wrong." This musical
poking at the piety and plati
tudes of our American heritage
is a. wonderful, healthy way for
a free people to get outside of
themselves and examine atti
tudes and traditions. Thus, we
all profit and enjoy ourselves at
no one's expense but our own.
"The Hip Song" was not sung
but spoken, more or less by
Chad Mitchell, the blond. It was
rather cute the way that he
caressed the lyrics with a suave
urbanity.
The piece that did the most to'
justify audience appreciation for
the trio's pre-occupation with
social protest was "Blowing in
the Wind." The words that hit
hardest asked . . . "How many
times can a people exist before
they can be free, and how many
deaths will it take before peo
ple will know how many have
died?" (The answer is written
on the wind.)
Although the singers began
their association at Gcnzaga
University and were encouraged
to go professional by a campus
priest, it is fortunate to note
the apparent sincerity with
which they sang their freedom
songs. Certain people will re
gard the Chad Mitchell Trio as
socialists, radicals or leftists, and
compare them with Joan Baez,
but the right and duty to critic
ize one's society is the corner
stone of freedom and democracy,
so sing on men, sing on!
"Moscow Nights" was sung in
Russian with great warmth and
beauty, making it the most love
ly selection of the evening.
"When Johnny Comes Marching
Home Again" combined the
Irish version of the lamenting
wife whose warbound husband
will not return with the American
version. The trio's shouting of
"hurrah, hurrah" was efferves
cent and extremely exciting. The
sad lyrics told a tragic tale',
"your dancing days are over nh
Johnny I hardly knew ya,"
Other songs that were memor
able and well done satirized
Billy Sol Estes and the John
Birch Society. However, a few
lyrical observations fell flat such
as: "They have a lot of am
monia up there. That's why thev
call it the White House: tipv 1
you Bobby iBaker is a Little
Lord Fauntelroy." ue
If Clemenceau was right about
war being too important to
leave to the generals, Dick Ak
ers has recently proved that
literature is too important to
leave to petty bureaucrats. Ac
cording to the Feburary 26 DTH,
he is considering ending the SG
subsidy to the CAROLINA
QUARTERLY, and therefore the
QUARTERLY itself, next year.
He said in justification of this
step that the magazine is "be
hind schedule in publication and
down in its number of adver
tisements" due to a lack of in
terest on campus and among
the staff. If this is true, threat
ening to kill the QUARTERLY
will hardly change it.
And even when Mr. Akers'
threat fails to produce a maga
zine published on schedule and
crammed with advertisements,
there will still be no excuse for
his carrying it out. Futhermore,
provoking "interest on campus"
is not one of the QUARTERLY'S
concerns. Its sole responsibili
ty is to provide writers a place
to publish and readers a chance
to see the best writing current
ly available. I won't try to con
vince Mr. Akers of this, but I
would like to remind the student
body that this is the only stand
ard on which to judge the QUAR
TERLY and by it, under the
editorship of Louis Bourne at
least, the magazine has been ex
cellent. In the year I have been
gone from Chapel Hill, I have
met such diverse people as Paul
Goodman, David Manning White,
and Arais Nin who thought of
UNC as "the place that puts out
the CAROLINA QUARTERLY."
As treasurer of the student gov
ernment, Mr. Akers is a bureau
crat, a completely honorable and
harmless function. But bureau
crats must not be allowed to in
terfere with those whose func
tion is promoting and dispen
sing literature.
A more constructive mind
than Mr. Akers, however, would
have concocted any number of
schemes to solve the problems
he cited. A Stndent Government
sufficiently interested in litera
! ture to bring in a writer-in-resi-dence
could surely be persuaded
to commission, through the
QUARTERLY, a poem, short
story, or play from some es
tablished figure in American let
ters every year. Perhaps one of
the superb young poets who
have appeared in the magazine
could be brought to UNC for a
week of seminars, lectures, and
parties to meet and talk with
students. Teachers of creative
writing might agree to ease the
editorial burden by assigning
some of the work to their stu
dents. This would be valuable
exercise for the students and
speed up publication of the
QUARTERLY. Maybe the DTH
advertising manager could help
with advertising. These are only
a few of the ideas which can be
explored. Why they did not oc
cur to Mr. Akers will be obvious
to those who have had my ill
fortune of encountering other of
his opinions.
ed out of the case already.
Whenever Dave sees or hears
of a violation of dorm rules, he
doesn't hesitate to investigate.
His honesty and dedication to
perform the. not-so-pleasant task
of turning a man in for a viola
tion was proved to me recently
when he regretfully reported one
of his best friends for a water
fight. It is an exceptional man
who would do this. But it is this
very dedication that makes the
residents of Ehringhaus respect
him. As Dave has backed any
man of Ehringhaus in the past,
I am sure all will stand up for
him in this case.
It shouldn't have come up, and
with a one-man prosecution I
feel sure it will soon "go down."
Harry Blair, Jr.
528 Ehringhaus '
Fraternity
Editors, The Tar Heel:
To the ATO's, the Chi O's, and
other kindred-in-spirit, I offer
this bit of sage by E. B. White,
the famous essayist:
Norwood Pratt
New York
LETTERS
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ages its readers to express their
views on any subject of inter
est, bat reminds them that space
requirements place certain re
strictions on length.
Letters should be typed,
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two pages in length. As the edi
torial page is made np one or
two days in advance, and the
volume of correspondence, is
often quite large, letters may
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after they are submitted. We
will nmke every effort, how
ever, to print ALL letters that
do not violate standards of good
taste, and which bear the name
and address of the sender.
Names can be withheld only
under most unusual circumstances.
Rendleman
Editors, The Tar Heel:
The fact that Dave Rendleman,
sophomore president of Ehring
haus has brought his dorm into
a third place rating among all
men's dorms is surely proof
enough of his capabilities and
accomplishments. Ehringhaus is
almost all freshman, and until
this year very little was heard
from it. Because there are 750
residents in Ehringhaus, Dave
has two, three, or even four
times as many headaches as any
other dorm president. It is quite
a job, and Dave has handled it
well.
Mr. Good claimed at the MRC
meeting that Dave should be im
peached for "maiperformance of
duties," yet he did not give a
single example of this "maiper
formance." Surely an. unsupport
ed grievance can not even be
considered for the seriousness of
an impeachment trial. The Tar
Heel item on Dave and Mr. Good
that appeared in the Feb. 29 is
sue seems to indicate that the
plaintiff has all but been laugh-
"Clubs, fraternities, nations
these are the beloved barriers in
the way of a workable world;
these will have to surrender
some of their rights and some
of their ribs. A "fraternity" is
the antithesis of fraternity. The
first (that is, the order of organi
zation) is predicated on the idea
of exclusion; the second (that is,
the abstract thing) is based on a
feeling of total equality. Anyone
who remembers back to his fra
ternity days at college recalls
the enthusiasts in his group, the
rabid members, both old and
young, who were obsessed with
the mystical charm of member
ship in their particular order.
They were usually men who
were incapable of genuine broth
erhood or at least unaware of
its basic implications. Fraterni
ty begins when the exclusion
formula is found to be distaste
ful. The effect of any organiza
tion of a social and brotherly na
ture is to strengthen rather than
to diminish the lines which divide
people into classes; the effect of
states and nations is the same,
and eventually these lines will
have to be softened; these pow
ers will have to be generalized.
It is written on the wall that this
is so. I'm not inventing it, I'm
just copying it off the walL"
Perhaps Mr. White was re
ferring to a wall of discrimina
tion of the sort the ATO's and
Chi O's are helping perpetuate.
I've always thought ths- -rr-comes
to Chapei i IHI bthn-
other towns in North tiro!;-;
Tt doesn't, of course t!.e i r-'
A f J - l - ; ....
where else at least a cou; !e c
Havs earlier. But snri?i s
nninue sensation here arid t!.i u
nature has been more thar, on
erous in her timing, ike phe
nomenon is partially manma ie
For even when it isn't spring in
Chapel Hill, you can't fiet it.
who have experienced sprir.;
here keep it alive in their hi a.-...
and minds all year lovx
It smoulders in their souls ?cn
through the most severe (iiiyi i f
winter, ready to leap cut -in.!
envelop the town at tl.e c:;
pearance of the first def-ji.i
crocus.
It isn't a sudden thin j:
buds, thea swells, then bursts
into full bloom with the radiance
of the most brilliant poppy or the
tenderness of a dogwood fc!os-som.
It starts earlier and lingers
longer than nature probacy in
tended, preserved from landau
by the gay spirits of colloge
youth and protected from over
indulgence by the demands t
college life.
It is a thing to savor, to hoU.
to remember. It nourishes tie
hearts and brains turned fcrey
by winter, and injects a new
vitality into all who are willing
to reach out and clutch it. It is
the time that comes to mini
when you are far away cni
someone speaks the magic
word "Carolina." It is a million
impressions, a million soD
voices, a million dreams.
There is no answer to the
question, "What is spring like
in Chapel Hill?" You can only
look upon questioner with some
pity because he hasn't experl
enced it for himself, find ssy
that spring is many things:
Spring is the sound of sma'Ji
birds gossiping on my window
sill on a warm morning, or the,
trees bending beneath snowy
blossoms.
Spring is the clink of a cTcjb
white golf ball rolling in or,
the eighth green at Finley, cr.
the clang of new horseshoes
against a shiny stake.
Spring is the pure whiteness cf.
the Presbyterian Church sptre
thrusting itself into God's blufe
sky, or the green grass carpel;
in front of the Morehead Build
ing, covered in dramatic silver
by a billion dew drops.
Spring is the first pair cJt
white pants, the. first bright
madras, or the girls sunbathisf
on the porch roof at Spencer.
Spring is a walk through the
detached, mystic world of a
darkened Arboretum, or the first
top-down ride in a Christmas
present convertible.
Spring is white tennis balls
against grey courts, or the roan
of a crowd from Emerson Field.
Spring is trips to Hogan's
Lake, Myrtle Beach, New York
anywhere.
Spring is the snugness cf a
water ski on your winterized
foot, or the tingling in your toes
as the cool surf catches you off
er a chase across tan sand.
Spring is the ivy on Old Ea?tv
the pale pink of a soft sun
set, or the scent of young vio
lets. Spring is having the sup
beat you out ,of bed eatin?
supper while it's still dayli?h(
cr whistling despite yourself as
you walk to class.
Spring is the lemon -yellow
coat in a clothing store window,
ice cream from the Circus Room
before bedtime, or dancing ia
the cool darkness.
Spring, is laughter, music, sen
timent, emotion, happiness -love.
But most of all, now ani
l?rJ,0Ur Uves sPrin2 IS Chap
el Hill."
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Robert O'Steen
1609 Sedgefield,
ham
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