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6 !& Lyon
''Hark The Sound' Needs To Be Heard Now
Just As It Was Twenty -Five Years Ago
It has been a quarter of a century now.
Measured in the weathering of the brick in Old
East, that is hardly time enough to tell.
Counted in the concentric circles beneath the bark
of the Davie Poplar, it is hardly a trace of time.
Members of the Class of '17, who also are re
uniting here this weekend, doubtless regard us still as
a cluster of green shoots, barely out of Alma Mater's
pod.
At this reunion, as almost certainly at Silver Anni
versaries everywhere, we count the years in each
other's faces, and it is there we discover, sometimes
to our surprise, sometimes to our dismay, that twenty
five years has been quite a while:
The erosion of time is immediately evident in our
faces, of course, but then we begin to detect in other
ways the wear of twenty-five years.
Too often there is also an erosion of the spirit
loyalties faded, great promises forgotten, lofty ideals
beaten down, and sweet dreams gone sour.
' One of the things we remember well, as we left
Here twenty-five years ago, smooth-cheeked, bright
eyed and full of beans, was the undying loyalty pledg
ed by the Class of '42 to this University. We might
forget the intellectual burden of an Introduction to
Philosophy, the date of the Battle of Hastings, and the
score of that last Carolina-Duke game. But one thing
we would never forget was our great debt to this mag
nificent University, the place that took us in, blew
some of the cobwebs cut of our minds, and turned us
out into the Great World, if not to beat it cold at least
to meet it on better terms. Oh no, we would never
forget Alma Mater.
Well, we do forget, most of us, and those who do
remember dredge up those student days, reflect on
them briefly and put the memory aside in the way
that you might take a memento from a chest, look at
it, turn it over and toss it back.
The University deserves better from us and, to tell
the truth, it needs more from us.
To re-coin a saying that is a lot older than any of
us: The thing that makes this University great, in addi
tion to Heaven's blessings, is the people who attend
her those here now, those to come and, not least
of all, those who have already been here.
To those who already have been here, more than
to any others, it falls the lot to give this . University
the moral, financial (if possible) and most of all the
unswervingly loyal support it must have to survive.
We owe this to ourselves, as well as to this Univer
sity. Whether we willingly acknowledge it or not, as
alumni oL; theUniyersityj of North Carolina we are 3
part and parcel of tradition. It is "ours to say whether,
in the rich tapestry of the University, the Class of
'42 will be a threadbare patch, thin in loyalty and
devotion, or a fine weave consistent with all that we
believe this University stands for.
If this reunion serves no other significant purpose,
we would hope that it might stir in us once again that
firm resolve of twenty-five years ago when we pledged
undying love, loyalty and dedication to Carolina.
Ad on the YMCA bulletin
board: "Wanted, blonde, 1942
model, super-charged stream
lined." . Example of concise outlin
ing presented by Phillips Rus
sell to his creative writing
class: "Theme, (for a letter
home) I like college because:
(a) You should see all the
funny people here; (b) It's dif
ferent from home; (c) The
food is good; and (d) if you
see Margy tell her hello."
Add pearls of wisdom from
the profs: Dr. Taylor telling
his Milton, class that angels
are the MP's of heaven.
.- Phillips Russell, "Write
about something with which
you're acquainted."
Grotz, the magnificent, "My
short story plot is about the
distressed father who watches
his son grow up in a chaotic
world, and I don't know any
thing about that."
Comment:
"Let him explore the facts."
"Give him a week for re
search." !
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Battle
By Jack Dub
This Is Sylvan Meyer's Kind Of University
Gainesville, Ga. Old grad nostalgia, usually a
subject either for derision or an excess of sentimen
tality, seems to me now a healthy, upstanding atti
tude. Indeed, I'm prepared to go to the line in its defense
on eminently human and practical grounds, even for
going the handy abstractions of loyalty, duty, school
tie and those 25-year old initials on a desk that prob
bably isn't there any more.
Why else, for instance, should I walk around the
campus at Chapel Hill with the feeling that I own the
place when I cannot enter my own dwelling house
without recalling that the mortgage has another 18
years to run?
Why else am I acutely aware, when in the com-
It's Still Chapel Hill
By LOUIS HARRIS
A common experience of most people going back
to a place of their youth is to have the sense that
everything has shrunk. Stone walls are shorter, walks
are narrower.
Oddly enough, this experience has never been true
vyhenever I've returned to Chapel Hill.
To the contrary, the familiar land-marks of the late
1930's and early 1940's now seem more permanent,
more solid, larger in their symbolism than they were
back then.
This obviously is less a tribute to the maintenance
of the old campus than to the roots of understanding
so firmly planted in the minds of students.
The same Memorial Hall that heard Fascist Law
rence Dennis and Communist Earl Browder seems spa
cious and secure. -The same Graham Memorial where
meetings were' held to seek admission of Negroes to
the graduate school seems full and splendid.
Chapel Hill and the university campus of the pre?
World War II era was big enough to house the most
dissident of views, to absorb and to sift the most di
verse expression of opinion.
The land-marks, as all inanimate objects, are only
alive as the living make them.
I hope that 25 years hence, they will not be shrunk
en for the generation that now resides there.
pany of my children and their contemporaries, of the
yawning generation gap and yet can mingle with the
flow of students at the Book Ex with the conviction
that time has stood still for all of us?
That my daughter will enter the University in the
fall as freshman, and a female freshman to boot, al
ters this perspective and not an iota of a whit. Thorough
ly indoctrinated both deliberately and subconsciously
since infancy, she confidently expects the University
to be like Daddy says and whereas daddy's other
views may be blithering anachronisms, his assessment
of Chapel Hill is beyond cavil.
She has discovered that the announcement of her
acceptance by the University draws the same respect
ful response that we are accustomed to receiving to
the statement that we matriculated here. We expect
the response to be respectful and we interpret it that
way and I have never heard otherwise, even during
a year at Harvard, a place so securely impinnacled
the rest of the world is referred to as "down
there."
All this, as I say, grows not from a mystique
nor from maudlin reveries. It does not arise from
mere sophomorism. "
We" did not realize as undergraduates the true role
of the University, but we may see it now as a moving
force on the regional and national scene participat
ing deeply in the changes that have involved us all
since World War II. The University does go on like a
river and though we stepped ashore and went '""bur
own ways for a while, when we return the river is
still there, with different water but looking and feel
ing the same.
A great' University does not merely emit a block
cf graduates each year and then recoil and rest until
the following year. It works in the life of its era.
Notices of seminars and workshops, of research pro
jects and publications repeatedly remind me that the
University is a shaper, a prodder and an appraiser of
what we are and where we live. It has stayed young
and vital and, I maintain, we haven't done so badly
either with what we've faced as a generation. 'At
least, we have stayed sufficiently in tune and in love
to feel, on this changed but somehow unchanging
campus, that the place accepts us for what we were
and what we are without intruding cruelly to em
phasize the difference.
Bill Seeman at the FU
-Board meeting: "Moll publish
es 'cheesecakes' of coeds and
they call it art. I publish the
same pictures and they call
it sex. , He goes to houses of
ill repute and they call it a
'sociological study.' I go to
the same places and I get ban
ned. . ."
Oh, We Heard: Dick Adler
told us about the prof who
came to supper at the frater
nity house and looked up in
horror as the beets were pass
,ed when one of his supposedly
ore trus'r- worthy students
murmured subconsciously "I'll
take a stack of those reds"
. . .Bill Stanback told us about
the dog who didn't have any
teeth but which he was staying
away from because he sure
could "gum you to deaths. . .
Something should be done
about the telephoniacs who
hog the lines to the women's
dorms leaving heartbreak and
misunderstanding in their
Gag?' Dick the fox) Soskin
telling us about the cartoon
showing two witches in the
air on broomsticks. . .one
turns to the other and says
"Look no hands". . .P. S. we
did so know her name, we
just wanted to see if she
could talk. . .Pp. Ss. BEAT
DUKE!
Gageroos: Bill Schwartz told
us the one about the two
morons who roomed together.
One noticed that his chum was
sleeping with his feet out of
the covers. "Why don't you
pull in your feet?", he said.
"What, bring those cold, dir
ty, things into my nice warm
bed". . .or Salvation Army
again. . .the derelict who
walked up to the lassie with
her drum and asked her why
she was so clean and shining
. . ."Well," she said, "When
I was young, I used to smoke,
I don't smoke any more. I
used to drink, I don't drink
any more. I used to be a
party girl, I don't party any
more ... all I do is stand here
and beat this golllll darnnnn
drum!"
Sounanfurious: Quote: "I
have neither given nor re
ceived aid on this exam, and
am a member of Sound and
Fury" Unquote. . .Orson Grotz
' warning the girls in Greens
boro before selling them tick
ets, that the show might be a
little risque and then get
ting mobbed . . . the boys have
decided to do the strip tease
at Greensboro. . .Glandular
fever striking down Jack Pot
ter in time to let Bob Rich
ards and Anne Lewis make
the love scenes more convinc
ing. .
Out of the Mouths of Babes:
Doc Rosen wants to know if
Mary Caldwell is any relation
to 206 Caldwell. . . .Stud
Gleicher says that in N'-Yawk
he graduated from Public
School 99 marked down
from 100. - - -And from the
Profs, believe it or not. . .
"I'm not very good at ana
tomy, but I grew up at Wrights
ville Beach" and, describing
a naive female character in
fiction, "She hasn't had the
marriage course nor a
term in summer school."
Creative Men
By RICHARD ADLER
Yesterday was a very big day! But as usual, it
began slowly with an 8 o'clock class. Then at the
10:30 break at the "Y" I ran into Sylvan Meyer. We
were both ordering those super 10 cent malteds to
keep us going through the morning.
Sylvan was busy with the Daily Tar. Heel and talk
ed rapidly about an idea for a sports feature on those
three great stars of last year's team Lalanne, "Stir
ny" and Severin where they were now. . . . what
they were doing. . .It seemed important because a
year ago is a long time.
I wandered outside and walked over to the steps at
South Building. The "Big Four" were huddling again!
Lou Harris, Henry Moll, Bert Bennett and Terry San
ford. Lou is behind-the-scenes analyst and statistician
tor Henry who wants Graham Memorial after he gra
duates in June. Law Student Sanford was giving Bert
a few hints. Bert has his eye on the Student Body
Presidency next year.
Interesting that these two devotees of student poli
tics from different backgrounds (Lou from New Haven
and Terry from Laurinburg) should be so often togeth
er. . .welded by a mutual love of government of any
size or form.
Respectfully, I hung back from this important clus
ter of BMOC, and felt proud that I was allowed to be
in the "neighborhood." Henry's open smile made me
welcome. He introduced me to Leu and Terry. It was
the first time I had met them! They were agreeable
but were too deep in discussion to pay much attention
to me. The bell rang and we broke up to go to our
separate 11 o'clocks.
Bobby "Goat" Gersten said "hey!" He was walking
with his great sidekick, All-American George Gla
mack. Bobby, five foot seven and George six foot
five, were the Campus Mutt and Jeff.. (I like Bobby's
girl Libbie Izen from Asheville. . . So does Bob "Shuf"
Shuford.)
After class I went to Graham Memorial for lunch.
1 was allowed to sit with some senior girls. . . .all
very pretty. Kate Lineback, Martha Clampitt, Marge
Johnston, Mary Caldwell, and Margaret Rose Knight
(she is my favorite, but she is Terry's girl). Bill Shu
ford, Manager of Graham Memorial, came and sat
down. So did my roommate Charles Straus, who is also
my best friend.
After lunch, I went upstairs to see Don Bishop,,
editor of the DTH. I had to turn in my review of Paul
Green's "Native Son." I had been sent to New York
to review the opening of the Orson Welles produc
tion starring Canada Lee. (I gave it a rave!) Don
asked me to do a column of features called "Creative
Men."
Later, I walked all the way to Greenwood (which
is Paul Green's farm) to talk to Mr. Green. He is
helping me plan the Carolina Workshop Festival for
Performing Arts. Janet, his 10-year-old daughter,
brought us in some hot gingerbread she had baked
all by herself. I marveled at this little baker. Mr.
Green said she was also a good writer. Nancy Byrd
Green, seven years older, came in. I marveled at her,
too!
I walked to the library to study. I checked an as
signment with friend Paul Kolton, who was sitting
with Morty Cantor and Jack "In Dubious Battle" Dube.
At 5 o'clock Dube and I joined Stan Fuchs and walk
ed over to the Playmaker Theatre for a rehearsal of
"Bury the Dead." I'm playing the sixth corpse; Dube,
a gravedigger; and Fuchs, the Captain.
After the rehearsal, I thought I'd treat myself to
an especially extravagant dinner. I freshened up at
the dorm and walked to the Carolina Inn cafeteria.
While carrying my tray brimming with fried chicken,
black-eyed peas, okra and tomatoes, I passed Lou
Harris and Terry Sanford, still huddling.
Lou said, "Hey, Dick, how about joining us ! "
That made it a very big day, yesterday. . . I mean
25 years ago. . . back in the Fall of 1942.
By Merlon Lippincott
J
The cracks people make
about this column are begin
ning to give this columnist
an inferiority complex. It was
pretty bad we thought when
that person said the reason he
liked the column was because
it meant that Friday was here.
But when we watched the fan
mail, or mail anyway, piling
up for the other columnists
and not even a post card for
us we got really little depress
ed. But the last crack is the
final straw; quote the New
Carolina Mag under Friday's
Child picture. . ."Few DTH
columnists delve in serious
subjects, mostly play with
humor gossip." In which ca
tegory this column falls we
really aren't sure. We read
this a few minutes after hav
ing a chat with what we
thought one of our more ar
dent fans, Dick Brooke, who
pleaded with us, "Please make
it funny again. You've gotten
into one of those serious ruts
like everybody up there." But
then ho hoo it really doesn't
matter. I'm quite convinced
along with the rest of the
campus that the Tar Heel just
uses this column for filler and
about its being funny again,
don't think we don't appreci
ate the idea that, it was ever
funny because we do!
Poem for early spring.
Last night I sat upon a
chair. . .
A little chair that wasn't
there.
It wasn't there again
today. . .
But I couldn't sit down any
way. Poem for later in the Spring
Bees buzz
Trees gruz
I wonder why
I wuz!
music maker . . .
Bj Brad McCoea
This past spring Bruce Sr.v
der was playing in i-'reddv
Johnson's campus crew. Thin
his big break came. To
my Dorsey, here for Ma v.
Frolics, heard Bruce. Nc in
stead of playing bariior.e sax
for Johnson, he's playir.j :t
for Tommy Dorsey. Need" we
say that Mr. Snvder is -ri
top.
We were talking about boa
Hudson above. Dean raided
Freddy Johnson's band last
year to take Bob Hartse::
with him as piano-man. Bob
is an outstanding piano-arranger
in the opinions of mu
sic critics from John Ham
mond on down. On a recent
Okeh recording date that this
band was doing Bob was fea
tured on a number of his own
composition. It had not been
named when the recording su
pervisor asked Dean what to
call it on the label. Dean
thought for a while then came
up with "Holly Hop." Holly
is Dean's nickname for Caro
lina's lad with the nimble
digits.
Band of the Week: Claude
Thornhill. If ever there was an
orchestra headed for the top.
this is it. Claude is responsi
ble for the success of Maxine
Sullivan as he was her ar
ranger. But now with his own
organization, Thornhill is ar
ranging for his own success.
The band is the type you like
to .listen to when your best
girl is by your side.
Crack of the Week: Tiny
Hutton, new leader ol the lo
cal Carolinians, says that
trombonists had him fooled
for a long time. He used to
think that they swallowed the
long slide. Says Tiny, "That
ain't so. I've found that they
all have holes in the back of
their necks."
HOT NOTES: "Blues in the
Night" has 9 different record
ed versions on the market.
Artie Shaw first put it on wax
in late September and Jimmy
Lunceford, Benny Goodman,
Judy Garland, Woody Herman,
Harry James, Cab Calloway,
Charlie Barnet, and Dinah
Shore followed. It took the
tune four months to catch
on. . ."Remember Pearl Har
bor" by Sammy Kaye was
the largest selling record the
country over last week.. . .
Glenn Miller was appointed
Honorary Mayor of Chatta
nooga, Tenn. in connection
with the Choo-Choo hit. . . .
Cab Calloway rides the radio
Bandwagon tonight at 7:30. . .
Tommy Dorsey's new movie
had its title changed from
"I'll Take Manila" to "Ship
Ahoy.". . .Alvino Rey and the
King Sisters are featured in
RKO's "Sing Your Worries
Away" which will hit local
screens in late February. . .
Dean Hudson," well-known
maestro in these parts, leaves
his band at the end of next
week for Fort McClellan where
he will be Second Lieutenant
Brown. His band will continue
with one of the present mem
bers fronting it . "
MORE HOT NOTES: Frank
ie Sinatra will, in all proba
bility, take over the Dean Hud
son orchestra. Dean is in the
Army and Frankie has been
looking for an already-organized
crew since he left Tom
my Dorsey recently. . .The
University Seven open up
again at the spot down next
to the P. O. We believe that
they start this Monday. And
understand that the cafe will
be remodeled in order to give
the band a little better break.
. . .The rumor was true about
Rowland Kennedy being draft
ed tomorrow. He is and Hurst
Hatch will take over. Vfcce
Courtney, of Duke, left also for
the U. S. A. His bard has
been taken over by his drum
mer, Sammy Fletcher. . .Al
so in the armed forces from
school here are Paul Leske
and Dutch Hammond from the
Satterfield band. . . .Tommy
Dorsey and MGM, the movie
firm, got together and have
started a new record com
pany. Their records won't ap
pear for a while but the new
Elite records hit the Hill this
week. Confidentially, they
stunk. . .Dave Macer, ex
Freddy Johnson tromboy, has
jerned Tony Pastor. Tony now
has three Carolina boys on
slides Dave, Tommy Fair,
and Hicks Henderson. . .'"Get
Your Man" and "Crime
Doesn't Pay, Boys" from
Sound and Fury, could be na
tionwide hits if given proper
exploitation . . . Why don't the
boys learn to do our national
anthem justice. It is a cw
cult piece to play but after
all it means a lot to us. , .
Benny Goodman has a den
nite hit with his Okeh "Jersey
Bounce." The tune is catchy
The reverside is a steppe
up version of Miller's "StrA,
of Pearls."
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