Friday, September 18. 1970
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Booklet Good Idea
We commend the University and
all individuals responsible for the
booklet on sex education scheduled
to be released soon for the Carolina
campus.
The booklet, entitled "Elephants
and Butterflies," will be made
available without cost to any
student who wises one.
The authors of the booklet made
use of Dr. Karl Bauman's 1968
survey of the University's student
community and other sources to
compile the reasons for inadequate
contraceptive practices among UNC
students.
The study showed that a lack of
facilities for obtaining
contraceptives heads the list of
rcason.s The study also showed
students may not know enough
about reproductive physiology,
contraceptive methodology or
available contraceptive outlets.
Approxiamately 10,000 copies
of the book were printed from
funds provided by a Rockefeller
Foundation Grant.
When he spoke to Freshmen last
week UNC Chancellor J. Carlyle
78 Years of Editorial Freedom
Tom Gooding, Editor
Rod Waldorf : Managing Ed.
Mike Parnell News Editor
Rick Gray Associate Ed.
Harry Bryan Associate Ed.
Chris Cobbs Sports Editor
Glenn Brank Feature Editor
Ken Ripley Nat. News Editor
Doug Jewell Business Mgr.
Frank Stewart Adv. Mgr.
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? -fjrTl5 PLENTY
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Sitterson specified the population
explosion as one of the problems
facing today's world.
Sitterson said, "It is not the
primary function of the University
as an institution to correct the ills
of society.
"It is the function of the
University," he continued, "to
educate and send forth into society
graduates who are determined to
improve society."
We feel that the introduction of
this booklet to the UNC students
will go a long way toward the
education of graduates who can
then improve society.
Morrison Residence College has
already planned a "Sex Revolution
Seminar" during the month of
October and will use 600 copies of
the booklet.
While we do not entirely agree
with the University's method of
improving society we feel that this
booklet is a positive step.
We wish to commend the
University for their progressive
actions in the area of sex education
and population control.
95A Offers
Elsewhere on this page Student
Body President Tom Bello suggests
that those who can, take a political
science course numberes 95A.
The posters for the course are up
all over campus. They simply
identify the course as "New Course,
Contemporary Political
Issues . . . Poli. Sci. 95A, 12 MWF."
Bello says take the course.
The original classroom and time
had to be changed because it was
too small. ,
The class will now meet at 1
p.m. Monday, Wednesday and
Friday in Memorial Hall.
There will be a lot of people in
the class. It will be a bit bulky for
those in charge of the course.
But they will make the course
work.
They believe in what the course
represents.
Finally, there is, on this campus,
In speaking at the large rally last
spring, I asked th3t the strike "be the
beginning of 2n educational system built
not on class attendance or grades,
but . . . on the principles of free exchange
of ideas, open expression of opinion, and
learning through personal interaction and
involvement."
Quite honestly, the free university was
the most unsuccessful objective of the
strike. Classes did meet sporadically for
about a week, but students just did not
take to the unstructured and uncredited
courses.
Throughout this summer the idea of
the free university stayed an important
concern, for I feel the University should
cater to the individual student in his own
search for personally meaningful truth;
should educate not by fear of grades, but
by the interest of students .to learn
whatever they feel best. I quickly began
to realize, what with the failure a year
ago of the Experimental College, that the
only was this freedom and flexibility
could occur was to take regular courses
with full credit and them "liberate"
them: remove the onus of the grade and
let the students do what they want, with
only general guidelines and good resource
people to facilitate this self -educational
process. -
I might add that although I do not
believe that all courses should be so
"liberated," I do feel that to achieve a
healthy pluralism in the educational
process, several of these type courses
must be available.
Fortunately, I became aware of two
intelligent and open-minded graduate
students in political science. Their names
are Tom Denyer and Skip McGaughey,
and they shared many of my concerns
about the too-frequent inflexibility of the
institution. Unlike myself, they were in a
position to brigng their ideas to
realization. They petitioned in the
political science department to teach a
course, and the political science
department and Dean Dawson were
Chance
a course that offers students a
chance to learn something instead
of a chance to memorize and
regurgitate what a professor has
learned.
The course plans to investigate
social-political change, electoral
politics, sexual politics, poverty,
violence and non-violence, protest
politic?, peace-war and race.
All that can't be done in one
semester.
But what this course will do is
start people thinking and talking
about some of the contemporary
political issues the posters talk
about.
And while all of the issues will
not be fully investigated during the
semester, we're willing to bet that a
lot of people in the course will
spend the rest of their lives thinking
about the issues.
willing to go ahead and see how the
course might work out.
As you might have seen by the posters.
Political Science 95A is the result.
This course offers many fascia nting
innovations. First, those all-important
grades will not derve as an inhibitor in
this course's learning process. Second.
Denyer and McGaughey will share
teaching responsibilities with a select
number of undergraduate students from
all across the political spectrum and in
many different areas of involvement.
Third, the structuring and material of the
course will be up to those taking the
course. Fourth, there will be little, if any,
lecturing; good, often heated, discussion
T TT
iony L,entz
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I don't know how it happened. The
day started out fine. You know, sunrise, a
few clouds, breeze in the trees and
everything.
All I had to do was go pick up my
permit to register. That was it. That was
all I had to do for the whole dav.and then
I could justgoof-off. Read a love poem by
Joseph Stalin, beat in my mind with a
psycho-masochistic experience at the
local theatre, cry in a beer because I
didn't have a datc.you know, the usual
week-day stuff.
It couldn't have been the side of the
bed I get up on, because I always get up
on the same side. Maybe it was the
ho-hum toothpaste or the greasy kid
stuff.
I got the first premonition when I only
put three pennies in the parking meter.
Only take 15 rninutes, counting the walk
over to Memorial Hall. Just pick up the
old card and run.
That's when I got a little feeling, like I
should put a nickel in for a whole hour.
Could get slowed up. But I just kept
walking.
Ten minutes in line behind the desk
marked "H-N" and there I was.
"That's m right. Lentz,Tony M.
L-e-n-t-z."
"Sorry. I don't seem to have that one.
Check that desk over there."
"Lentz,Tony M. L-e-n-t-z.
Graduate student."
She shuffled the cards.
"I can't seem to find it. You said
L-e-n-t-z?"
'That's right. Lentz. L-e-n-t-z."
"No, it's not here. YouH have to talk
to Mr. Brinson."
Mr. Brinson, I soon discovered, was
out to lunch. 20 rninutes twidling my
thumbs in Memorial.
"You're registered, all right...It's right
here on the computer list," Brinson said.
"It evidently just forgot to spit out a card
with your name on it. You'll have to go
to Steele Building and talk to Mrs.
McCrimmon."
Hike to Steele Building, and, you
guessed it, I found a little sign on a
chair-back.
"Mrs. McCrimmon is out to lunch," it
said. "Be back at 2 p.m.
O.K. Keep the old cool. So I
didley-bopped over to the great graduate
convocation to get welcomed and
Shudda
will prevail. And fifth, admittance into
the course is virtually unlimited.
And as 1 said earlier, this course is
fully credited.
Interested? As one of the
undergraduates helping to instruct, I
certainly am. This course could really go
places. It could bring into the educational
process virtually ail the factions, of the
student community to see where we are
at. Together, we all could share ideas
about the various contemporary political
issues that concern us most. Thus, we
could all learn from one another by
exchanging philosophies on the best
modes of political activity. The course's
structured spontaneity should generate
Stayed
exhorted and like that.
I was pretty-near exhorted to death
by the time I made it back to Mrs.
McCrimmon. But I smiled anyway.
"All right. If you'll just fill out this
form, 111 see if we can get you a card."
The sheet looked familiar. Parents
name and address, social security number,
brand of underwear and everything.
I didn't know then that I hadn't
gotten a card for getting my ID card
made. Or that one of my courses would
be closed out when I got up to register
the next day at 6 a.m. Or that I didn't
have the little green sheet for registering.
At that point, I even felt pretty
Rick Gray
Tobacco Allotments
Kill
The tobacco markets in the southern
part of the state are beginning to close.
Another season of buying and selling is
ending, and another winter is coming for
the North Carolina farmers who live off
of what they make by selling their
tobacco.
Tobacco means something to a lot of
people in this state. For many it is the
only livelihood they have.
Blacks, Indians and poor whites
throughout the state are bound to their
one acre of tobacco. They own only one
small plot of land, and a one or a one-half
acre allotment is all they can get from the
government.
They take that land and cram it full of
tobacco.
That way they make enough money
once a year to pay all the debts they have
incurred during the year. '
And right across the road from that
man with the one-acre allotment, who
lives in a house with two rooms heated by
an ancient oil heater, is the man who
owns 100 acres of land, grows at least
four crops, to buy that harvester that will
triple his output in corn or soybeans.
But the man with the one-acre
allotment has to sweat it out from year to
Letter
Festival
Article
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TO THE EDITOR:
I must disagree with your article on
the Love Valley rock festival.
Particularly, I disagree with your
statement that the events around Yasgur's
farm in 1969 were "spontaneous."
Mike Lang (the promoter of
Woodstock) worked for six months,
expending over five hundred thousand
dollars (exclusive of talent) to set up that
particular show. The movie was not shot
"spontaneously:" it had been planned for
months preceding the event. The record
album was not a "spontaneous"
occurence: the sixteen-track tape was
done by one of the best location
recorders in the business. The cordial
reception given the participants was not
even "spontaneous;" Lang had worked
for Months to financially persuade the
"locals" that the festival was in their
interest (as it was). The absence of police,
the outstanding performances by the
talent, even the helicopters, all were
planned.
If Love Valley was not another
Woodstock, it was because the
supposedly "spontaneous" latter event
never occurred.
Sincerely,
Frank G. Queen
some exc.t.-g ideas and challenge each of
us to see where we are as individuals.
HopefuHy. the freedom will provoke
thought, the chaos, creativity.
With all the packaged education and
stifling structure th;s t'ntvcrsit offers, it
is refreshing to know that courses I:ke
5A are allowed to exist. Ever, more than
that, it is beyond exciting to know that
never in the Vmersitys educational
curriculum have so many different
students been drawn together to
exchange lifestyles and thought processes.
For the first time since 1 have been at
college, the student community has a
chance to educate itself. Let's Jo mst
that.
In Bed
good...right ud until Mrs. McCrimmon
said, "Now, if you'll just take this little
card over to the Infirmary and get them
to stamp it right here..."
Things were a little dazed after that. I
mean, I could see and everything, but
somehow it just didn't register too well.
Like being drunk and stoned at the same
time.
And it lasted for about two days.
Damn good thing, too. Otherwise I might
have thrown myself in front of a Mack
truck when I found the parking ticket on
my way to the Infirmary at 5:30 p.m.
Or when I walked to the little red box,
stuffed a dollar in
unall Farmers
year, hoping his wife's back doesn't
break, that his children don't decide to
leave home, that his mule or 1937 tractor
doesn't just quit completely one day.
If the price of the weed is high, he
may be able to buy a new mule or
tractor, but chances are that no matter
which he buys it will be used, if not worn
out.
He can't escape.
His tobacco brings enough money to
pay his debts and maybe buy some shoes
for the kids so they can make it the three
miles to the school bus stop in the winter
without freezing their feet.
And across the street the sons and
daughters of the man with the 25 acres of
the weed drive to school in a car of their
choosing.
If the man with the one acre could
grow more tobacco, his life would be
different.
If the government would allow the
man with the one-acre allotment to grow
more tobacco, his children wouldn't have
to worry about if they are going to be
able to go to school during the spring
when that acre of tobacco is being put
out.
If there was larger allotment, there
would be more money.
The original idea behind the allotment
system is fine. It seeks to control the size
of the tobacco crop and thereby control
prices.
The implementation of the system is
intolerable.
It punishes the little man, the tennant
farmer and the sharecropper who have
only an acre or two of land.
The less land you have, the less
tobacco you can grow.
The more land you have the larger
your allotment.
The larger your allotment, the more
money to be made in growing tobacco.
The present system of farm controls
are so archaic, so out dated, so
special-interst oriented that they are
totally eliminating the small farmer.
All the small farmer can do is live from
hand-to-mouth, hoping that the grocer
won't cut off his credit.
He makes his money once a
year when he sells his tobacco.
The rest of his land that could be used
for growing other money crops is taken
up by growing feed for what few pigs and
cows he has and by growing food for his
family.
He can do nothing but try to do the
same thing year after year, living from
one season to the next, praying for more
rain but not too much, hoping that the
prices stay high and the interest rates on
his loans don't rise.
He has no where to turn. He lives
solely on luck. One temper-tantrum by
Mother Nature and his whole life is
washed down the river or baked as solid
as adobe.
And the government, each time they
cut his tobacco allotment, put him closer
to the final battle between man and
nature.
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