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For Charlie Justice's B enef it
Last year's football team went
2-8. This year's team, after a 38-6
loss to State in the first game, looks
like it may repeat last year's record.
Things look pretty bad.
However, they could be worse.
For instance, the University and the
ACC could start doing what
ex-UNC great Charlie Justice wants
them to do, lower academic
standards so the schools can get
some good, but dumb, football
players.
"Why do they require athletes to
be in the top third of their class and
make 800 or better on their college
boards?" Justice told the Raleigh
Sports Club Wednesday. "They
don't require this of other
students . . . Why shouldn't a boy
be rewarded for athletic ability?"
he added.
Reading Justice's statements
makes you wonder whether he even
saw the insides of a classroom in his
four years at UNC or ever learned
one of the essentials of good
thinking, namely, that before
forming an opinion one learns a few
facts.
Poor ignorant Choo-Choo never
bothered to find out that athletes
are not required to be in the top
third of their class nor are they
required to do better on their
Assembly Could Cripple
Educational Progress
From The N.C. State Technician
If the North Carolina General
Assembly doesn't revise its
antiquated attitude toward State,
this University, which has enjoyed a
decade of steady progress, will
grind to a standstill.
While certain state
administrators-treasurer Gill, for
example-are cooking over the
state's ability to operate "in the
black," professors here are
underpaid and much-needed
facilities must be delayed due to
lack of funds.
Other universities in the
consolidated system receive similar
treatment from the legislature, but
Carolina, for instance, is further
subsidized by private and
foundation gifts much larger than
similar contributions to State. The
result? Average salaries here are
$2000 per year less than at Chapel
Hill.
Even the most dedicated,
school-spirited professor cannot but
be lured to leave this campus and
even North Carolina by the promise
of higher salaries. Rumblings here
at State have already proceeded
past the luncheon-conversation
stage to the grievance-committee
stage. Rising costs of living make
the problems of salary press ever
harder on our faculty. If an
across-the-board increase in
earnings is not passed soon, we can
expect a mass exodus to greener
pastures, leaving us with grade-B
faculty.
Feeling the financial pinch in
addition to professors are those
who plan State's physical facilities
for the future.
All of our readers except the
freshmen will remember the
struggle with the Assembly to get
the per capita allotment for student
housing raised from S3000 to
$3400. This contest delayed
construction of Carroll, Metcalf,
and Bowen, and it was feared for
some time that these halls would be
outfitted much as cellblocks.
And just last Thursday our new
Student Union was shot from the
sky as bids came in far over the
Date Gibson, Managing Editor
Rebel Good, News Editor
Joe Sanders, Features Editor
Owen Davis, Sports Editor
Scott Goodfellow, Associate Editor
Kermit Buckner, Jr, Advertising Manager
It's About
college boards than are other
students.
Although it is unfortunate that
UNC's football team has done
poorly in the past few years,
hopefully UNC or the ACC will
never take the type of steps that
Justice envisions in order to
develop good teams.
To eliminate the
college board score
otherwise pamper
academically would be
minimum
and to
athletes
to make a
joke out of the University. Instead
of being a place of learning and
inquiry it would simply become
another football factory like
Nebraska, Georgia, or Michigan
State.
We would appreciate it if Charlie
Justice, who in his modesty said
football helped me "realize I wasn't
the whole show," would extend
that modesty and quit advising the
University as to the academic
standards it should set.
Meanwhile, although we hope
the football team will beat South
Carolina today, we hope the team
won't bust their brains out to do it,
but will save them for use in the
classroom. After all, isn't that what
we're all up here for? Right,
Charlie?
money alloted. Why? Because
contractors, realizing the new
Union to be a two-year job, have
had to allow for the galloping rise
in building costs. Judging from the
past, we predict that by the time
the Assembly can be convinced that
the expenditure is imperative and
appropriates the needed additional
funds, building costs will again have
jumped. .
We wonder what sort of logic the
Assembly uses when it determines
budget priorities.
There are funds available for the
above-mentioned needs. The
surplus of which our administration
is so proud should be put to use.
Perhaps it is drawing 5 interest
somewhere, but what good is that
when building and other costs are
climbing at very nearly that rate?
And even if the Assembly feels
the surplus is desirable, why does it
not tax tobacco? A five-cent hike in
cigarette prices will no more dent
the state's tobacco profits than the
recent nickel rise in soft drink
prices will hurt Coke sales.
We are at a loss to explain the
Assembly's actions. Certainly they
realize the financial value (as if
there were no other) in having a
strong educational program in the
state.
Perhaps the body feels that too
much money is being concentrated
on too few recipients when
appropriations are made to the
universities. Perhaps they feel they
are acting in the interests of the
common man . . . after all, North
Carolina is still as much an
agricultural as a manufacturing
state.
Bull!
This University, through its
extension services and its
Continuing Education program, not
to mention its regular courses of
study, has always kept the best
interests of the Tarheel State at
heart, and will continue to do so.
That is, unless the General
Assembly continues to hamstring it
at every turn.
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A couple of days ago I was standing by
the door to the basement of the Y
building wondering if it might be
worthwhile to go in and try to fight for
my two and a half dollar restriction fee,
when one of the campus policemen
rushed by me. His face was a ghastly
white, the hair on the back of his neck
was standing up, and his eyes were rolled
heavenward."..
"It's T-Man!" he screamed. "The
archvillain is back."
"T-Man! Oh no. Are you positive?"
"I'm sure. Here's the number from his
sticker." '
"This is serious. Pull his schedule, and
then alert the communications office and
have them muster all units of campus and
town police outside his classroom. Better
alert the state police and the ROTC units,
too. And I'm going to call Supersheep on
the ranvphone."
With that, a sigh of 'relief passed
through the personnel in the traffic office
HQ.
The phone, in the shape of a ram's
horn, was lifted from its cradle. Almost
Sink Your
Into Baconeggsandwich
Went to the Scuttlebutt this morning
for a much needed bit of fast braking
sustenance, and after wading through a
long line, piles of sandwiches at elbow
height, and the hidden cashier, emerged
with an egg sandwich. After walking,
hands balancing coffeecup and sugar and
wooden stirring stick and
slippery-cellophane sandwich, to my
allotted desk, found that the sandwich
was funny. Not bad. Just funny. Nose
was stopped up with morning sniffles,
asked the gal next to sniff and taste too.
She agreed. Don't eat.
Scuttlebutt can't refund money, so I got
2 cups of black coffee for my friends and
a pack of gum. I hate coffee, gum ain't
much for filling up. So no breakfast.
Went into deep thought. This has gone
on too long, at too many intervals and
occasions and repititions. It is time to
. issue a WARNING TO THE STUDENTS.
Scott Goodfellow
Aiiot
A crackling, brown tumbleweed
bounced indifferently over the sand at
the end of the runway. It vas midday,
but nothing but endless dunes marched
across the horizon. A giant cloud loomed
in the skies, but there was no rain to be
seen.
I'd only been away for a month, but
still the scene was shocking. I
remembered reading the cryptic note:
"... will be closed until the water supply
is replenished. You will be notified . . ."
Oh, I knew that everything would turn
out all right. I packed a suitcase in record
time and took off for the beach. In five
hours the barely indented skyline of
Hatteras was upon me. I figured that I
could return as soon as my radio blurted
out the news that everything was back to
normal.
No Radios
When the stations started dropping off
the airways two weeks ago, I really wasn't
too concerned. After all, it was great
beach weather clear and hot.
About a week ago, a friend of mine
showed up. Seems he'd decided not to
leave when he read the notice, thinking
the situation wasn't really so bad and
"that was where all the fun was." He told
of how all of a sudden the water turned
off. Grass withered. Restaurants and
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immediately came the "reassuring voice:
"Yes, commissar, er, commissioner?"
T-Man In Bell Tower
"Supersheep, it's T-Man. He's parked
in the Bell Tower lot."
By Timothy
Knowlton
"Holy fire hydrant. Surround his
classroom. Bureaucracyboy and Twill be
right there." Soon a great rushing of air
was heard over the campus.
- "Look! , Up . in the air. Jt's a bowl of
grits!"- '..c, ;..,.
--t"No, it's a roll of toilet paper." But
no, it was neither. Faster than a speeding
Honda 50, able to leap tall beer cans in a
single bound, more powerful than a
Teeth Down
Be on the lookout for the following
telltale signs of sandwiches being refugees
from a dogfood factory:
BACON Usually made at least one
day in advance. Always undercooked,
soggy, and unbiteable. Probably rotten
too, if smell is an indication.
LETTUCE ever tried frozen lettuce
that's been thawed?
POTATO SALAD Who ever heard of
potato salad sandwiches anyway?
HOT DOGS Heavily layered with
reconstituted, sour onion mash. Yeech.
ROAST BEEF You're too late. I saw
a guy already get" the weekly ration. It
almost showed as a lump under the bread.
HAM AND CHEESE - This is
misnamed. Correct name is Mustard
sandwich, with Ham and cheese relish.
The list is long enough. Take heed.
Examine the item through the cellophane
before you buy.
Town Bit
stores closed. Local cities who had been
watching the problem with vicarious
anguish began worrying about the water
shortage.
It had taken him five days to reach
Hatterasshifting sands covered the
highways.
I didn't hesitate.
I drove up the Banks to Kittyhawk
and took a small plane to Elizabeth City.
The town was under marshall law the
plane was boarded immediately by police
who searched for liquid. There was none
aboard. I noticed crowds of people were
trying to reach the aircraft, but the police
held them back.
It was another two days before I could
locate a plane to my final destination.
When I did it took only an hour. And I
was there.
The plane left me with a whistle like a
forlorn bird. But there was no bird
around.
Stared Blankly
I turned and walked into the building.
There was a man sitting inside, but he
looked like his world had recently died.
He finally responded to my prodding, and
then, almost zombie-like, led me to a
tracked vehicle nearby.
We started off across the sands.
Hours later he pulled to a halt. No life
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campus cop, it was Supersheep, defender
of all, fighting for bigotry, stupidity,
bureaucracy, and the parochial way. All
cheered.
The combined forces of law had
surrounded the language lab, where
T-Man was lurking. Supersheep and
Bureaucracyboy charged in, accompanied
by twelve heavily armed policemen. Soon
they emerged, dragging with them a
bewildered student who was tangled in
his earphone wires. Supersheep and the
commissioner grilled him:
"All right T-Man, spill it."
"Wha uh,huh whaaaa?"
"Your car. It's on campus."
"I have a broken ankle. I left a note in
the windshield explaining that and that I
would stop by the traffic office as soon as
J could."
Supersheep Unfooled .
But Supersheep was not to be fooled.
"That's a walking cast you have. You
could have left an hour earlier."
"I would have, Supersheep, but I have
to walk through a construction project on
my way and I have to be quick on my
feet to dodge the falling bricks."
"Sorry, T-Man, but we can't make
special exceptions. If we did, pretty soon
everyone with a broken leg would be
wanting a C-sticker."
"Well, I suppose that's clear,
commissioner. After all, since you just
charge two and a half dollars for nothing,
it will probably take quite a while to
build adequate parking facilities. Except
the fees you charge everyone else for
hunting licenses should help."
"That's right, T-Man, another seventy
or eighty years, anyhow. But now you
know you must be punished. It's going to
be severe."
"What? Expulsion from the university,
a heavy fine, and a couple of years on the
road? A criminal as viscious as I can take
that."
"No, we're going to revoke your
T-sticker. You really must be shown."
"No! No! Anything but that! You
can't! You brute! I was going to trade my
T-sticker and a dime for a cup of coffee
in the Pine Room. Oh no! How could I
live without my T-sticker?"
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The Dust
had crossed our path. My throat was dry.
I picked up my suitcase and started
walking across the sands. I felt like an
explorer stumbling onto Pompeii. Here
and there was a fragment of some
building a couple of bricks, a buried
signpost. My heart beat a little faster.
There lay a piece of a tree trunk, dried
and broken.
I walked a little faster. I saw a large
rounded object bulging out of a dune up
ahead. It was grey, with a sort of white
lining along the bottom. I was getting
excited. I ran up to it and felt it. Yes, it
was real and at least eight feet across. I
brushed a pile of sand off the side.
There was a metal plate on it which
read: "The Old Welt-University of North
Carolina."
I stood up and gazed at the wasteland
about me. It was then that I noticed the
stump about 100 yards away. The Davie
Poplar. I walked over to it.
Gazing down at the mammoth chunk
of wood, I noticed a crusted little box
next to it. With some difficulty, I opened
the lid and pulled out an old parched
piece of paper. It was dated 1789.
"150 paces to the South there shall
forever be a source of water. Through it,
this area shall continually be green and
fruitful. William Richardson Davie"
I picked up my suitcase and left.
Editor:
As an entering freshman, I was
absolutely appalled by the exorbitant
prices charged for textbooks. These
books, I am told, are theses written by
graduate students. After many months of
hard work in compiling this research for
us, these individuals are naturally entitled
to some monetary reimbursement.
But what really distressed me was the
price charged for a zoological kit 75
cents. This kit contains pencils and other
miscellaneous items all of which can be
bought for a total of 45 cents at local
stationery stores.
The UNC departments may be
justified in selling their textbooks at steep
rates, but I do not believe it is fair for the
Book Ex (which was, incidentally, built
to help the students) to sell items at
nearly twice the normal rate without
giving the student body prior warning.
Richard H. Woodell
303 Stacv
Apathetics
Step Forth
Editor:
During the recent Activities Night at
Morrison College, representatives of the
University Party and the Student Party
extolled the virtues of their respective
organizations. These great parties
"represent the student" and "exist for his
best interest." Yet the total vote for all
candidates in the last election was 33 of
the student body (UP figures). This
means 67 of Carolina's student
population did not care enough about
either party to take the trouble to vote.
This vast majority is the true seat of
power at the University. It is high time
that they be recognized as such. This is
the purpose of Los Iracundos. Los
Iracundos have no organization, nor do
we solicit any support. We exist solely to
give visible expression to the implied
feeling of two thirds of Carolina's
students that student government in its
' present structure is not worth their time.
Enclosed is a copy of the Iracundos'
platform. (Ed: Blank sheet enclosed.)
. Apathetically,
Los Iracundos
Morrison College
Mow To
Save Water
Grey Culbreth, superintendent of
University Utilities, has issued the
following suggestions for the conserrttion.
of water by townspeople and Unhrersity
students.
1. Don't water lawns and shrubbery.
2. Stop family car washing.
3. Turn off air conditioners that
depend on circulating water.
4. Don't fill up swimming and wading
pools.'
5. Be frugal in water use in the home.
6. 'Turn off dripping faucets.
7. Don't linger in the shower.
Mr. Culbreth had futher specific
suggestions for the public about kitchen
and home laundry and baths.
"Housewives can be alert to use only
the water that is necessary at the kitchen
sink and in the laundry," he said. "For
. example watchful and restrained in using
washing machines, and put in a full load
of clothes each time and only when
necessary."
In taking baths, it is being proposed
that students and others using showers
learn the technique of 'Vetting down,
cutting off the water, soaping down, and
rinsing."
A sponge bath three times , a week
instead of baths or showers would also
conserve water.
Citizens were asked to be especially
careful ia preventing fires. All persons
should check hazards about the home or
office and make certain to be safe from
fire, Mr. Culbreth suggested. Fires require
enormous quantities of water.
Another water-saving suggestion for
the man who shaves: Don't let the cold
water run until it's hot That wastes a
gallon of water. Instead, heat the water
for the morning shave. Those who use
electric razors require very little water.
The University is spreading the word tc
home owners, apartment dwellers,
motels, hotels, and students in campus
residence halls.
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