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THE DAILY TAR KEEL
Sunday, March '17, 1963
Terry Gingras
76 Years of Editorial Freedom
Bill Amlong,, Editor
Don Walton, Business Manager
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Los Am
IMere We
RCS Is Making Strides
With Help From South
The Residence College System
Friday made what is probably its
greatest stride to date with the an
nouncement that James and Scott
Colleges will have faculty fellows
living in them next year.
The introduction of faculty
members into the colleges will do
much to further the rapport
between college residents and the
faculty, and in so doing will aid the
RCS in becoming a better in
tegrated "living-learning" unit.
Further, the placing of the
faculty fellows in the residence
halls is one of the more significant
moves by the Administration since
ths inception of the RCS.
" Previously, most " of what has
been accomplished within the
residence colleges has been in
itiated and carried through by stu
dent leaders such as Roger Davis'
turning Craig Dormitory into
"Maverick House," John Ellis'
whipping Morrison into shape last
year and Bill Darah's initiating a
grass roots-initiative program at
James this year.
Where Was
From The Charlotte Observer
The pragmatic streak that
helped the Kennedys wrest the
liberal leadership of the
Democratic Party from Adlai
Stevenson may turn out to be the
undoing of Sen. Robert F. Ken
nedy's ambitions.
Eight years ago, the late John
F. Kennedy came on as a man who
could temper liberal ideals with the
decisive tough-mindedness re
quired to win elections and provide
effective national leadership. As
candidate and President, John
Kennedy seized the main chance
without seeming to be just another
self-seeker. His compromises were
readily put down as a matter of ac
cepting political reality.
His brother isn't faring so well.
In time, Robert Kennedy may
overcome public reaction to his
change of heart about challenging
President Johnson's nomination
this year. But that change as a self
seeking aura that will be hard to
get rid of.
After all, Kennedy has not revis
ed his stand on opposing a Johnson
nimination because of anything
new the Johnson administration
has done. Despite Kennedy's men
tion of the President's weak
response ta the latest report, on
civil disorders, the ad
ministration's policy line has been
consistent.
It remains pretty much what it
has been for months months in
which Kennedy proclaimed his
; dissatisfaction but added his in
; tention to support Lyndon Johnson
Nonetheless. What has changed is
the national political atmosphere.
Pamela Hawkins, Associate Editor
Wayne Hurder, Managing Editor
i
Rebel Good, News Editor
Kermit Buckner, Advertising Manager
Cornell
Lately, however, the
Administration has finally begun to
take a more active role in the
development of the residence col
leges.
For example, it was heartening
to students who have worked
tirelessly with the RCS for several
years to finally have an ad
ministrative officer appointed to
solely ride herd over the program.
That person was the Rev. Harry E.
Smith, long time Presbyterian
chaplain here, who has been nam
ed as a Special Assistant to the
Chancellor.
Through Rev. Smith, t h e .
residence college leaders will have
an easier 1 inroad to ? trie
Administration than they have had
by working with deans whose
responsibilities are so numerous
that they don't really have enough
time to devote to the colleges'
development.
If this trend continues, Carolina
will soon have one of the foremost
residence college systems in the
nation: -
EFK Then?
Suddenly it appears that President
Johnson may be beatable.
If this change had occurred to
Kennedy from a sampling of opi
nion or from insights of his own,
his revised stand could have made
Kennedy seem, indeed, a
pragmatic champion of liberalism,
But the fact is that Kennedy's
brand of pragmatism kept him
from sticking his neck out at all. It
was Sen. Eugene McCarthy who
rode out purely in the name of
liberal principle and proved that a ,
champion of liberal principle might
Ulso find political advantage in
bucking the President.
McCarthy was willing to risk
his political career. If Kennedy had
taken an active interest in this ef
fort at a point where McCarthy was
faltering, he might have come on
as a hero. But to jump in at this
moment when McCarthy's gamble
seems to be paying off is like hav
ing the army of Israel take over
from David after it began to ap
pear that his slingshot would work
on Goliath.
The Kennedys used to make a
big point abouit those people who
were and those who weren't with
them before John F. Kennedy nail
ed down the Democratic nomina
tion at the Los Angeles convention
in 1960.
The same point - suggests it
self again. ' Before New Hamp
shire Robert Kennedy was
looking out for his own interests.
He will have a hard time con
vincing many people that isn't all
he is doing now that McCathy has
shown Lyndon Johnson h not
unbeatable.
There.Gt To Be A Better Way
After three years in this fabulous
town, I have come to the conclusion that
something in the Chapel Hill Merchants
Association smells.
Have you ever wandered downtown
and tried to find a decent place to eat?
Look around you, my child.
If you can find a place to eat that
doesn't consistently make you ill, I con
gratulate you on an iron constitution.
In my experience with the Chapel Hill,
I have found that the average eating
establishment in this town is designed to
toughen up for basic training. After
eating in Chapel Hill for four years,
what's so bad about a cor K rations?
" Walk around down town. Look at the
eating establishments and think about the
quality of the food served in them. Look
at those neon signs and think: grease,
grease, grease.
If by some amazing chance, the quali
ty of the food doesn't trash you out, think
about the quality of the service.
Ideally in a restaurant, you go in, sit
down and a waiter appears, asks you
what you would like to have to eat and
serves you quickly and quietly.
Letters To The Editor
ice'
To The Editor: '
My condolences to Mr. Sanders and
the Warrens of Battle Lane (or formerly r
of Battle Lane, as the case may be). We
are still in mourning for our (well, Mrs.
Nancy Markham's) house (stage name
Vermont Ski House), which . bravely '
fought Chapel Hill's latest disease
Hollywood.
' When it was decided to use the house;
for the movie, only the kichen and living !
room were mentioned. If the rest of the ;
plan had been known no doubt 229'
Weaver Road would not be immortalized
today on film.
It would still be intact.
What's worse the I Ching gave me
no indication of impending disaster for
Monday, Feb. 26. It was probably hoping
they needed a Chinese extra.
With a strange man in my bedroom on
Monday morning at 7:00 complete with,
beret and sunglasses (it was raining) I '
had no choice but to get up and watch the
excitement, (a mistake, I should have
stayed in bed. . . and prayed). ,
My roommates ran and a little .
later Mrs. Markham fled. . . with good
reason. I felt like a Lillipuitan trying to
battle the Brobdingnagians.
It was decided that the two previously
chosen rooms weren't sufficient and they
needed my living room and the couch r
would have to be moved. .
O. K., anything for art. But the couch
is supported by a few hundred bricks,
with seemed like a few thousand as I;
started moving them.
The plot thickens and my blood
pressure begins to rise.
My bedroom now looked like the new
. student union with the roof col
lapsed. The sound men were playing with the
record player. And scratching my
records. So I did what anyone would do
under the circumstances had a beer.
And another.
A smiling young thing tripped into my '
kitchen (which in real life is a closet)
pleading hunger. I was getting ready to ;
plead insanity! Her entourage followed.
(You'd think someone would feed poor'
starving movie stars before they're
allowed to descend on poor, starving
students).
I felt like a one-woman Howrd
Johnson's. Maybe I'll get the , Good
Housekeeping Seal of Approval. . .or the
purple heart. But it had just begun.
By the end of the day I had loaned out
books, played records for a "star" (who
W - III A
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My stomach absolutely rolls, when the
average Chapel Hill waitress pounces
upon me. You must know the Chapel Hill
waitress. The average one is a refugee
from a Sargent Shriver program.
She saunteres up to your table, plants
her bulk on it (this is presupposing that
you've been standing up on the seat giv
ing wig-wag singals for a half-hour or
so). Anyway she finally comes. She sits
there chewing her gum. She gives you
this side-long glance (down her nose) and
asks "Yeah man what you want".
Being thoroughly exhausted from your
efforts to attract her attention, you cower
down in your seat and ask her timidly for
a hamburger or whatever your heart's
desire is for that evening.
She again gives you this side-long-look
(Chapel Hill waitresses are required by
the Chapel Hill Merchants' Association to
get their PhD in side long glances before
they can get a job) anyway, she gives
you this side long look and says "yeah
man, I guess that'll be all right." As you
sit there wallowing in gratitude.
Meanwhile she goes away calls in your
order, sits around for a while, gossips
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didn't know how to work the machine
which only has off and on), given tea and
cold remedies to sick members of the
crew" (the reason for their ailments now
being obvious), been accosted by 900-year
old men and screamed at through a
megapone by the blue beret (from a
distance of one foot) when I attempted to
cross the dining room to go outside for a
possible escape (blocked by cables).
I now envision Hollywood as a place
with thousands of vari-colored berets and
sunglasses which upon meeting on the
street, pull out their megaphones bull
horns ar they're affectionatly known by -those
in the industry and scream loud
ly at each other from short distances.
Fortunately, a friend came over. We
snickered as they sat outside in the cold,
eating their box lunches. (We had been
invited earlier, but I guess they forgot).
We finally found the peanut butter dregs "
in the now-depleted food supply.
Later we were forced to lock ourselves
in the bathroom the only place in
whole house that was vacant. When my
phone rang and ruined a take, I expected
a lynch mob.
At 8:05 p.m., they left. I cried from
thankfulness. Mrs. Markham received
$100, one scratched dining-room table and
various woodcut" designs on the
doors.
I had a bedroom full of bricks.
After some complaining we were com
pensated for our inconvenience $10
(which has since been used for tran
quilizers, Execedrin and a new needle for
the record player);
This only lasted one day for us, but
Mrs. Warren had five (I wonder if she
can have visitors yet? and does she
know the plot of the movie?).
Well, I guess a year from now I can
see this' as yet untitled movie and tell my
friends how wonderful it was. . .that
they weren't filming "Hell's Angels on
Skis."
Susan Brill
229 Weaver Road
A Modesi
Proposal
One stormy evening, whilst quite
alon2, I was given to dwell on the aura
which surround the nylon stocking, the
with her boy friend, smokes and few
cigarettes and chats about the weather.
In the meantime your order has come
up. It's sitting there on this greasy plat.
Just sitting there cooling off. It's sup
posed to be a piping hot , pastromi
sandwich, but by the time you get the
waitress to bring your order to you, it's
as cold as a well-diggers's hip pocket.
In order to persuade a Chapel Hill
waitress to wait on you, you have to wave
money. It doesn't, matter if they don't get
to keep it, they're all so starved for the
sight of money that they jump for it.
It has occurred to me that perchance
these waitresses aren't so bad for the
salaries they're getting.
If we, the students could persuade the
Chapel Hill Merchants to pay waiters and
waitresses even the minimum wage,
perhaps the service at least would be a
little better.
Who knows maybe the cook, with all
these happy, well paid people surrounding
him,' could be persuaded to lower himself
and actually cook a decent meal.
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luxury and beauty which the female -derives
from this etherial apparel. The
demure leg so encased is a joy to behold,
is invariably followed by sweet zephyrs of
whispered admiration, with what allure
are these gossamer threads utilized, to
enrapture the hearts of the weak. And
after many years the wonderful Dupont
Sheath has compiled an admirable record
of revealing many a hiddne love, and
hiding many a rvealing knick.
And here, gentle peruser, my reason
ing was visited by a revelation which was
nothing short of miraculous. Why should
just the leg benefit x from the many
virtues of the stocking? Why not expand
upon its uses to include other parts of the
female torso? My mind began to reel as
the idea gained substance. But where,
where to try out my theory? And then,
kind mystics, with the speed of light, my
nimble brain seized upon the perfect
anatomical area. . . the arm. O f
necessity! What better place than the
elevated counter-part of the lower ap
pendages? Why, the thelogical im
plications alone were staggering.
I determined to lay the foundations for
what could emerge as a successful
business venture. I 'was ever so
meticulous (witness my careful prepara
tion). I contracted a local fashion expert
to create a stocking provided with five
finger sockets at the base as opposed to
one large well. I then constructed plans
for a garter attachment which would be
located somewhere in the parephenalia
above the shoulder. I was ecstatic. The
benefits of hose formerly restricted to the
legs would now be made available to the
forelimbs, heretofore neglected and near
naked. Of course some unforeseeable
ramifications in an innovation of such
magnitude are to be expected, but the
female element would be all too willing to
assimilate these for the joy of my in-,
vention. I am convinced that most girls
would adopt the practice of shaving their
arms just for the chance of wearing arm
stockings. Likewise, the tops of such
hosiery would have to be covered, as no
self-respecting woman would deign to ex-,
pose so much lingerie. Blouses would
have to be worn which would come down,
to say 2 or' 3 inches above the elbow, a
height which could be fixed by local ad
ministrative policy. The proper crossing
of the arms would no doubt be emphasiz
ed, ushering in a new era of glamour
and elegance in manners. Inevitably, of
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Or maybe the cook could be better
paid too. Possibly he could be returned to
the status of the happy artisan
Just think merchants of Chapel Hill, if
you pay your employees decent wages
they could be happier, the customers
could also be happier (money makes for
huge initiative) and so would you. Really
now, Chapel Hill Merchant, if you make
your money from smiling happy
customers, isn't this going to cut down on
your guilt complexes?
It's so simple, there is a better way.
You pay your hired help more, you make
your customers happy and by so doing,
you make yourself happy.
And you, UNC student, wouldn't you
love to come into a restaurant and be
received by happy, considerate
waitresses and waiters? Wouldn't you.
love to come to a restaurant and find'
food, well cooked food prepared by the
careful, loving hands of a cheerful happy
cook?
There is a better way.
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course, the weaker sex would wish to
hide the unsightly re-enforced finger
tips by covering their hands with a much
more appealing texture shoes for ex
ample. Imagine the new styles women
will have to generate to keep up with the
new Thing.
Not much thought would convince one
that to protect these fragile fibers from
the dangers to which they are subjected
in their ventral position it would be
natural to assume a handstand posture
which would preclude the threat of runs.
This in turn would mean freedom from
those bothersome leg stockings which
aforetime were so troublesome. As I en
vision it, the legs would easily be taught
the functions pre-supposed by the hands,
and make removal of the leg stocking
possible. The male population would find
it advisable to assume this selfsame in
verted status, in order to remain on equal
footing with the liberated sex. Emanci
pation would be complete! I would be
greeted with public acclaim, ny mane
would be Household!
But the world is not yet ready to learn
of my discovery. Great ideas need time to
be accepted. Consequently I have
deposited the diagrams for my con
trivance in a sunken vault at a local
bank, for you to release when you feel the
time is ripe. Fail me not.
Action Now!
To The Editor:
Can't the honest citizenry do
something about this sex maniac who's
been allowed to roam through the girls
dorms in an unchallanged spree of rape
and murder? ("Just one murder" is too
many murders, sir.) If the cost of a
night watchman is prohibitive, what
about a special squadron of eunuchs at
tached to the Chapel Hill police depart
ment which, in times of relative safety,
could be assigned other details, such as
patrolling the arboretum two abreast or
chaperoning dorm social functions, by
way of justifying the extra expense to
the townspeople. But let's do this thing
now.
Sincerely,
Rt. 2, Box 71
Strikes