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THE DAILY TAR HEEL
Thursday. November 10, 1966
In Our Opinion . . .
Subscription System Needed;
And We're Not Just Yacking
-What do you iian what will we do with the extra loot
if nobody fills out the form?"
John Greenbacker
You never know what's coming
next from the office of the Yack
ety Yack.
Last year's fiasco was a disap
pointment to everyone, and it spar
ked a great deal of renewed talk
about putting the Yack on a sub
scription basis.
Such talk has sprung up from
time to time in the past, and Yack
staffers have always put their
whole heart into the battle to pre
vent this being done.
-And so the system has remain
ed the same every student pays
a fee for the Yackety Yack, and
every student is entitled to get a
year book.
At least everyone around here
assumed the system had not been
change. Certainly everyone paid,
in his student fees, a price for the
Yack this year.
But the Yack staff has issued
the word, loud and clear, that
just because a person has paid for
the book, that's no guarantee he
will get one. No indeed. In order
to qualify to receive a Yackety
Yack in the spring, a student must
fill cut a form indicating his de
sire to have what he has already
paid for.
To use the words of a state
ment issued by the Yack this
week, "You will not be entitled to
receive a Yackety Yack unless
the Yack has a record of having
received a coupon."
You might look at it this way:
you will, not be entitled to re
ceive a Yackety Yack unless the
Yack has a record of your sub
scribing. The only catch is that
this is subscription ex post payola.
The Yack apparently does not
have sufficient funds, to print a
copy for every student entitled to
get one. So they must hope that
some, or many, students will not
bother to send in the coupon.
Now, if the Yack is charging
every student, but cannot afford
to provide a book for every stu
dent, something must be wrong
with the system.
We think something clearly is
wrong with the system, and this
"subscription drive" is only fur
ther indication that the Yack
should be placed on a subscrip
tion basis.
To Honor President LBJ
The following letter cross
ed our desk yesterday. We thought
our readers might enjoy sharing
it.
Dear Friend:
We have the distinguished hon
or of being members of the Com
mittee to raise $5 million to be
used for placing a statue of Lyn
don B. Johnson in the Hall of
Fame, Washington, D. C.
The Committee was in a quan
dry about selecting the proper lo
cation for the . statue It . was ,
thought not wise to place it beside
that of George Washington who,,
never told a lie, or beside that of
FDR who never told the truth,
since LBJ could never tell the
difference.
After careful consideration,
we think it should be placed be
side the statue of Christopher Co
lumbus, in that he started not
knowing where he was going,
and on arriving did not know
where he was, and in returning
did not know where he had been,
and did it all on borrowed money.
Five thousand years ago,
Moses said to the children of Is
rael, "Pick up your shovels,
mount your asses and camels,
and I will lead you to the Pro
gamised Land."
Nearly 5,000 years later, Roose
velt said, "Lay down your shovels,
sit on your asses, light up a Ca
mel, this is the Promised Land."
Now Johnson is stealing our
shovels, kicking , our .asses,, rais-. -a
ing the price of Camels,; and is
taking over the Promised Land.
If you are one of those citizens
who had money left after taxes,
we shall expect a generous contri
bution from you for this worth
while project.
Very truly yours,
I. M. Shirtless
Chairman, Fund
Raising Committee
Election Reflections
Something was wrong in the
Rendezvous Room of GM election
night.
The people were there but
they were just milling around, not
excited or disappointed.
The tally boards were up, but
no figures were being chalked up.
The problem was the missing
intercom.
In past elections, the crowds
have always gathered around the
front table with anxious ears to
hear the great voice of the vote
counters from upstairs relate the
results from some precinct on
some office.
Tuesday night, the Elections
Board officials kept all the tabu
lations to themselves until all pre
cincts for all offices of a class
had been counted. Then a repre
sentative would make his way to
the Rendezvous Rooom to shout
out the winners names.
For the party hacks and those
who are just interested in a fa
vorite candidate, the moment-by-moment
returns at GM make for
one of the most exciting of school
nights.
We hope the intercom reap
pears in future elections.
"Eleven v o'clock. Everybody
out!"
The sound came drifting down
the hall of Graham Memorial
Tuesday night little more th a n
half - way through the vote count
ing. Those who had stood it out pa
tiently for four hours to find out
who would be the new officers
were turned away disappointed.
Those who were in chargeof
tabulating votes had to scurry
around and make sure no one ran
off with any uncounted votes; had
to guard against mixing counted
and uncounted ballots; had to rush
to finish those stacks of ballots
they were half finished with; and
had to cross their fingers and hope
some vote counters would come
back the next afternoon.
In the rush a mistake was
made. When it was discovered the
next day, it significantly altered
the standings of the freshman
class presidential candidates.
Late yesterday afternoon, no one
was sure who had won.
Many other mistakes easily
could have been made in the rush
to beat the clock.
Campus - wide elections nor
mally come only once each semes
ter. In the future, it would be a
good idea if arrangements were
made to allow Graham Memor
ial Student Union to remain open
until the votecounting is finished
or a convenient stopping place is
reached.
(Ell? Satlg ar fyA
74 Years of Editorial Freedom
Fred Thomas, Editor
Tom Clark, Business Manager
Scott Goodfellow, Managing Ed.
The Daily Tar Heel is the official
news publication of the University of
North Carolina and is published by
students daily except Mondays, ex
amination periods and vacations.
Second class postage paid at the
Post Office in Chapel Hill, N. C
Subscription rates: $4.50 per semes
ter; $8 per year. Printed by the
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W. Franklin St., Chapel Hill, N.'c
In Letters
Pork Barrel Passed.
Bless Billy
-
Editor, The Daily Tar Heel:
I found Lawrence Roush's
letter on Billy Graham in
Viet Nam in today's DTH ex
tremely offensive and serving
no useful purpose.
If the writer disagrees with
Dr. Graham's doctrines or
methods, the proper recipient
of his opinions id Dr. Graham
and not the Tar . Heel, .editor. ' : N
Mr. Roush's point about the V'
need for full home support of '
the men in Viet Nam is well
taken, and one worth the at
tention of DTH readers.
It was, however, consider
ably weakened by his mis
placed and immature ad hom
inem attack on Billy Graham,
who many of us believe can
offer to our men the one thing
even more important to them
than our support a faith in
Jesus Christ, Who will remove
the terror from their "world
of terror and suffering and
death" and give them new
life which continues beyond
death.
Elizabeth A. Wagner
S. L. Smells
Editor, The Daily Tar Heel:
Of all the smelly things the
Student Legislature has done
this semester, its $600 appro
priation for a four day vaca
tion for all residence college
governors is the smelliest.
Witness the great solons of
the legislature scattering like
rabbits in the fear that some
governor might be angered by
their vote. Witness the "Chair
man" of the University Party
busily helping the opposition's
incumbent president feather
his political nest.
Witness the disgusting spec
tacle of people in positinos of
public trust who saw this pork
barrel piece of legislation for
the boondoggle it was and
said so during the debate, and
then found themselves unable
to summon the guts to vote
"no" on the roll call.
The' fiscal responsibility of
Arthur Hays and Hugh Black
well seem gone forever. The
Student Government General
Surplus has been depleted by
fifty per cent in the past year,
and the current administration
seems intent in spending ev
ery cent in sight.
No one should suggest that
the residence college confer
ence at Harvard is without
value. One might ask, however,
why a delegation composed t i
the President of the MRC with
one or two additional members
would not have been preferable
to sending a dozen or so re
sidence college officers, se
veral of whom will leave of
fice in January.
We are forced to wonder
whether the main purpose of
the trip was to help the re
sidence college system or to
give a group of favored of
fice holders a four day vaca
tion at our expense.
Hilda Crocker
Poem About Time
Editor, The Daily Tar Heel:
Marvell's "To His Coy Mis
tress" was introduced to me
as the best short poem in the
English language. I happen to
agree with this opinion at the
time, but do not expect others
to, of course.
However, it is hard to pick
up an anthology of English
verse in which this poti does
not appear, even anthologies
compiled by those terrible
people, the Victorians. This
fact alone would suggest that
the poem is not a "how to do
it" on seduction.
I understand Marvell's poem
as being about time and space
and the brevity of human life,
the apparent theme in accor
dance with the convention of
the age being a springboard
for his main topic. It is possi
ble that Marvell had no mis
tress in mind, though no doubt
some scholar can jump in to
answer that.
There is a good deal of talk
Nocturnal Prowler
'i
Not To Be Feared
Everyone is talking about
the prowler.
Every night girls set traps
in their rooms so they'll wake
up if he gets in.
Everyone is on the alert.
But no one is "sticking up
for him".
No one cares what motivates
a man to connive ways to
enter a womens residence
hall between midnight and
dawn.
And worst of all, house mo
thers and the girls, themselves,
are trying to ward off any
excitement which would break
the monotony of dorm life.
Who is everyone kidding? No
one.
Afterall, the man is prob
bly one of three harmless
types. A professor who's pan
icked about perishing beacuse
he has not published. A TCG
(Typical Carolina Gentleman)
who's been shot down by TC
Cs, and wants to regain his
reputation among other TCGs
by entering the confines of a
sorority house or dorm.
A lover of the dark hours,
one of those men who's been
seen atop Bell Tower at 3
a.m. The police are "on to"
this haunt of his, so he has
turned to interior torn follery.
Now, if the prowler is ' an
unpublished professor, there's
soon to be an end tp his re
jection slips, and hence no
more pranks. If he is type
two, some kindhearted TCC
will take pity. And if he is
a masked lover of the night,
it is suggested that fearful
females alternate "all nigh
ters" with their roommates to
keep vigil.
Lanrel Shackelford
in the Tar Heel about sex
generally and with reference
to this poem in particular,
and there are plans for lib
eration from those Victorians
again.
I would say that the poem
discusses love, not sex. Any
one who is not prepared to see
this distinction is not ready
for university or adult life,
and is certainly not ready to
teach. i -
i Frankly I j; do not know
whether there are any indi
viduals who fall within those
categories, but I would agree
that seduction is not a good
topic for freshman essays.
Moreover, without the facts, I
am unable to relate this con
troversy to any known free
dom. But I do understand that we
have a good chancellor and I
believe that he deserves our
full support in his unenviable
situation.
And I do believe that out
breaks of hysteria make it
impossible for chancellors to
operate and do universities
great disservice.
What the responsibilities of
the Tar Heel are I do not
know.
Robert Birchall
Cop Condemned
Editor, The Daily Tar Heel:
I have read several articles
in the DTH urging students
not to deface or destroy cam
paign posters, and one asking
students not to litter the cam
pus with paper, cups, etc.
I became very angry last
night when I saw a campus
policeman tearing campaign
posters from trees and throw
ing them on the ground. As I
walked back across campus
two hours later, many posters
were scattered across Polk
Place.
Maybe the policeman had
some reason for tearing the
posters from the trees, but I
can think of no excuse for his
throwing the paper on the
ground.
How can the University ex
pect students to keep the
grounds clean if one of her
own campus policemen so
blandly throws paper on the
ground?
Don Hamrick
Library Frozen
Editor. The Daily Tar Heel:
Perhaps some Tar Heel
readers can answer a ques
tion for me.
Why in the name of good
sense is the reserve reading
room in Wifoon Library air
conditioned in November? Not
only is it terrifically uncom
fortable for students who have
to work in there, it is a ridicu
lous inefficiency.
Most of us don't mind a lit
tle discomfort now and then,
but I feci there is rc;ison to
complain in this case.
Oops I'll have to quit
The ink's frozen in my foun
tain pen.
Trrva Mitrhc!!
Cornpone Gives Pax
Americana To Asia
This columnist has studiously avoided comment
ing on the Viet Nam issue this semester, largely be
cause after half a year's concentrated effort to stir
up student opinion on the war, nothing seemed to
have been gained.
However, the spectacle of our prodigal, presiden
tial son, Captain America, returning home from the
wars last week was too much to stomach.
Some- of you might have seen the
arrival on TV. My God, it was surely a
Cornpone Spectacular: the mighty 707
rolling up to the reviewing stand while
the brass band blared and the honor
guards snapped to attention.
Everything had the presidential
brand on it. The diplomatic corps turned out in full
along with the top members of the civil service and
the cabinet. The Vice President (.remember him?)
and his wife awaited the grand entrance anxiously,
Mrs. Humphrey carrying red roses for The First
Lady.
At the pinacle of tension, the awful moment, he
appears with his wife: the American Gothic, in a con
servatibe business suit; the man of the people.
Before reaching the stand, Lyndon had to press
the flesh a bit. After meeting millions of Asians, a few
more wouldn't hurt at all.
Johnson looked good, in spite of the trip, and. as
he clasped the hands of the eager masses, he seemed
to be overjoyed. He thrived on it, like a strange
parasitic fungus, and the very life blood flowed from
the outstretched limbs of the people to renew his
body.
They wallowed before him, hundreds of squirm
ing dignitaries who live only for his, affection. It is a
sickening sight to see 50-year-old men pawing each
other aside for a chance to lick the presidential boots.
By the time he reached the podium, he was; a
conquering hero. Even pitiful Hubert held the um
brella for him in front of nation-wide network hook
ups. The introduction was according to strict stand
ards. The Vice President unilaterally extended the
welcome of the American people to the President,
telling him how thankful they all were that he had
come back home to them safely.
When Johnson spoke, the results were astounding.
He told them of the love Asia has for America
pmd freedom. He painted lurid tales of presidential
" heroism with typical modesty, and spoke Tof meeting
"our boys" when they were fresh from the battle
field, some with muddy grenade launchers strapped
to their backs.
And out in the stix, a million plain folks knocked
the manure off their shoes, bit off another plug of Red
Apple, and felt the warm glow of instinctive trust
build up inside of them.
Lyndon told them of the Manila Conference, and
how all were united behind U. S. foreign policy.
Everyone wanted freedom from external communist
invasion that subverts the power of popular will, arid
they were willing to send the best of the new genera
tion to fight any such threat. i
With a mighty blast, the war trumpet was blown
for the gallant allies, and the saber rattled ominously
for the evil powers of Hanoi.
Ah, but there was the inevitable carrot, too. The
massive, maudlin smile oozed across his face, and
he spoke of peace. Peace for everyone, even North
Viet Nam, and maybe then they could share in the
American pot of gold that was soon to revitalize the
economics of all Asian nations.
Peace, but unequivocally on our terms. Viet Cong
and independent, indigenous revolutionary groups be
damned, neutralization be damned, coalition govern
ment be damned. We're here to stay, Ho, no matter
what the cost in terms of human suffering and mone
tary expense. -
And what about American foreign policy? It's all
very simple, mah friends. The Pax Americana for
Asia has been proclaimed. The mantle of American
might extends to lands near and far, but don't ask the
policy makers for the reasons why these areas are
vital to American security.
Try to get the State Department to explain how
Southeast Asia can be just as important to American
interests as Europe or the Middle East. Try to get the
military to tell you that Viet Nam is strategically as
important as the Mediterranean.
They can only parrot the line about subversion,
using implicitly the patently outmoded concept of in
ternational monolithic conspiracy.
They can only repeat that Ho is a puppet, not a
nationalist leader who has been fighting for his na
tion's independence since the thirties. With single -minded
and often vicious determination he has sought
t0 i!lbf na!enand Ms C0untry' but the government
will still tell you Ho is not his own man.
Adamant, supremely confident, the President of
the United States told the people of the great journey.
The story, however, was the same hollow batch of
inconsistencies, and 15 days on the road hadn't ma
tured them or given them any depth of understanding.
1 he band played on. r
But out where the plain folks live, that kind of
talk wins votes, and that's just what Lyndon needs