North Carolina Newspapers

    October 3, 1970
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THE DAILY TAR HEEL
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RCF
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The Residence College
Federation has decided to attack
the high prices in the South
Campus snack bars.
A preliminary survey, a RCF
spokesman claims, shows some
snack bar prices are as much as 90
per cent higher than prices for
comparable items in downtown
Chapel Hill-and prices in Chapel
Hill are not famous for being
reasonable.
The snack bars were originally
intended to provide a service for
students in the high rise
dormitories.
However, the snack bars are
under the control of the Student
Faculty Council Useless
The Faculty Council held its first
meeting of this academic year
yesterday.
The meeting produced little of
worth for the University
community.
The council, composed of
elected representatives from each
department, meets regularly each
month. The meetings are generally
concerned with minor policy
SJje Bails or wl
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
Ken Smith Night Editor
Doug Jewell Business Mgr.
Frank Stewart Adv. Mgr.
are expressed on its editorial page. All
of the editor and the staff. Letters and
of the individual contributors.
Goodirg, Editor
Stores which has never been known
for its altruistic nature.
Mark Evens, co-chairman of the
RCF, also charged the hours the
snack bars are open have been
shortened.
Unfortunately, we feel a protest
of the situation to either the
officials of the Student Stores or to
the administration would be
fruitless.
The RCF is currently
considering establishing a student
cooperative that would purchase
food products for sale on South
Campus.
We recommend that the RCF
follow this plan.
decisions and issuing meaningless
statements.
The faculty on this campus have
permitted themselves to be placed in
a position where they are powerless.
The administration, rather than
administering University policy, as
decided by the faculty, has the
power of considering, negotiating
and deciding on University policy.
If the faculty is lucky the
administration tells them what
policies they will be following.
We find it unfortunate that a
group as large and prestigious as the
UNC faculty should have so little a
part in deciding University policy.
We encourage the faculty to
follow the lead of their colleagues
at similar institutions by assuming a
greater role in University life.
Tony Lentz
Beg iia
A Freslhimaini Oe Tee
I spent a lot of time drinking when I
was a freshman... largely because there
was nothing else to do.
If you lived on South Campus you saw
a girl once a week, and then the poor
thing was so unnerved by your unabashed
staring that she froze up like a wax doll.
So the only thing to do was to settle
down into the dormitory life style. Buy a
Carolina sweatshirt, wear lots of dirty
jeans, and try not to look like a
freshman.
One of my favorite drinking buddies
was a short, spunky grit character named
When I started to consider topics for a
column, my first thought was not to
write about the War. It's already been
written about so much, I figured, and
most people are just tired of hearing of it.
Even here at UNC long an important
center of political activism and the scene,
last spring, of an encouraging, if
somewhat confused, wave of moral
indignation over the events in Cambodia
and at Kent State-even here, not many
people seem greatly upset of the War that
drags on in Southeast Asia.
The truth, I suppose, is simply that
most American, UNC - students not
excepted, are bored with the War. And
this is a pretty frightening fact. There are
some things that it is perfectly
permissable to be bored with-the tensor
calculas, for example, or the poetry of
John Milton. But, no matter how much
you have heard and done about the War,
Howie Carr
'No News Is Good
Good morning. This is Kevin Goldberg
with the eleven o'clock news.
In his annual crime report, FBI
director J. Edgar Hoover blamed lax law
enforcement for the startling rise in drug
use amoung young people.
He proposed new, stiffer federal laws
against marijuana use, including a 3-year
sentence and a three hundred dollar fine
for possession. Further, he added, anyone
apprehended thinking about its use
should receive a six year sentence and a
six hundred dollar fine.
Hoover said he was interested in
understanding students, and because of
this he said he has sent "FBI agents to
every campus, and they are working
around the clock to keep the lines of
communication between radicals and
government open."
In his summation, Mr. Hoover asked
parents to teach their children that "the
law is our friend; anyone who hurts our
friend should be beaten senseless."
In a fund-raising speech delivered in
Philistine, Iowa, Vice President Spiro T.
Agnew asked supporters of
administration war policies to try a new
tactics against anti-war protestors.
Citing a Lou Harris poll which showed
that Americans, by a 44-35 margin,
now favor an immediate withdrawal from
Viet Nam, Agnew called on the "Silent
Minority" to "not only leave your lights
on in the daytime when you're driving,
but put on your brights at night. The
Royster. The two of us would cash a five
or ten-dollar check in the afternoon, buy
a couple of cheap cigars and swagger
around the hall with that
smile on our
faces.
A night on the town usually consisted
of dinner at the Rat, a movie (if we could
stomach the local fare) and then a race to
the old Tempo Room to see if we could
grab a chair before the nine o'clock rush
hit.
The pitcher of beer we usually had
it is not, in my opinion, morally excusable
to be bored with the weekly slaughter of
hundreds of Americans and Vietnamese.
Maybe you are still slightly .outraged
over the massacre at My Lai; read any of
the excellent journalistic accounts of
Vietnam, and see if there is any substantial
difference between My Lai and the daily
business of the War. Maybe you think
that the War was once vicious but has
been gradually fading away in recent
months; take a look at the casualty
figures that the Pentagon itself puts out,
and wonder how faded the War seemed to
the very real people that those impersonal
impersonal numbers represent. Maybe
you place some hope in the much
ballyhooed Vietnamization program; ask
yourself if it would be possible in other
than a completely Orweilian age to have
serious talk about "Vietnamizing" a
Vietnamese civil war. Maybe you are even
odds are good that the person you blind
and run off the road will be a visceral
vacillating vicar of vomit."
Administration officials are mum on
the future of the Festival of Life, slated
for this week-end in Death Valley,
California. Conceived by President Nixon
as a bridge of reconciliation between the
generations, it was expected to attract
over a million young music fans for a
concert featuring every major rock group
in the world.
It is now unlikely that many kids will
attend the Festival, since reporters for the
Berkeley Bummer-Rip Off have
discovered that the Atomic Energy
Commission has planned to detonate a
high-yield nuclear explosive device on the
Festival site Sunday afternoon.
Riots continued in the black ghettoes
of Jersey City, New Jersey, following the
election of Negro councilman Conk
Fetchit as mayor. Twelve policemen
suffered injuries in the all-night fracas,
mainly to their knuckles.
"We wouldn't mind having an Uncle
Tom in there," said black militant
Brandon X. "But this guy is an Aunt
Jemimah."
Before his election, Fetchit has served
as president of the Acme Hair
Straightener Company. It has since
folded.
Speaking at a press conference in the
Cook County Jail, Abbie Hoffman
announced the formation of a new
with the evening repast was often
beginning to wear off as we bounced
down the steps into the familiar noise,
smoke and heat that made us feel so
deliciously evil and nasty.
And when you're a freshman, ther's
nothing you like better than feeling evil
and nasty.
"Hey, Tracy," Royster would call out
to the bartender, "two pitchers and two
glasses...light."
He slipped on to the stool with a
careful, almost professional wiggle.
"Hey Lentz, you wanna get really
trusting it to the Congress to keep things
in decent share: trv to remember Senator
McGovern's statement that this chamber
reeks of blood" after the defeat of his
amrnendment to end the War.
All attempts to rationalize the
Vietnam War away break on the rock of
one simple fact: the War is still with us.
People are still being killed and crippled
at the behest of the United States
Government for no purpose beyond that
of maintaining the material comforts of
such corrput clown as Thieu and Ky and
a handful of their friends.
Probably the most natural
reaction to what I have written thus far
is, "But what can be done about it?" This
is a very good question, and one that is
now much more difficult to answer than
it was even six months ago. Once the
anti-War forces seemed to have a wide
range of tactical alternatives, but much of
News 9
company, Revolution, Inc. The stock
goes public tomorrow.
"We figured that going public was the
best way to attract the old folks,"
explained the Yippie leader. "What safer
way is there to plan for the future and at
the same time show confidence in your
country. Our corporation has unlimited
growth potential in a completely wide
open market. Buy them where you
burn."
Local police kept a tight security
cordon around the chemistry laboratory
at the University of Pittsburgh. Chemists
there have synthesized a dangerous new
drug, and authorities don't want any to
get out.
According to Dr. Wolfgang Pederasti,
this drug destroys 10,000 brain cells for
every pint used. Overdoses may cause
vomiting and diarrhea, and after effects
are severe headaches and sensitivity to
noise. It induces an aggressiveness that
may lead to rape or murder, and its use
seriously impairs motor ability. Long
term effects include cirrhosis of the liver.
"You can see why we've got to get rid
of this stuff," says Pederasti. "If the drug
gets out, . large colonies of vagrant,
derelict users will spring up in the big
cities, driving deaths will multiply, and
homes will be broken up as parents
constantly overdose to escape from
reality.
"We haven't thought of a name yet,"
Pederasti explained, "but how does
'firewater' sound?"
Town
plastered tonight? Or you gonna chicken
out on me?"
I knew it was gonna be a long night
when Royster came out with that line.
The unwritten Southern Code for
beer-drinkin' buddies wouldn't let me
ignore a challenge like that.
"Hell, no, I'm not gonna chicken out,
you yellow-bellied swamp rat. You just
hang onto your hat and try to keep up
with the kid."
After about a pitcher and a half
Royster would start to get violent.
Verbally at first, then he'd try to pick a
fight.
Most of the regulars knew better than
to irritate him, but often Tracy and I
would have to pull him off someone who
didn't make an effort to ignore his curses.
The really rough nights, though, were
the nights when he couldn't get anyone
to take a swing at him. Somehow Royster
really felt hurt when he couldn't find
someone to go through the preliminary
fight ritual with him.
"Lentz," he said, "we're really buddies
aren't we?"
"Sure we are, Royster," I slurred.
"You know damn well I'd stand by you
in any fight you could name. Even if we
had to stand a couple of jocks. You know
know that, damn it."
"Then why won't you fight me. If
you're my buddy, why won't you fight
me? Damn it, Lentz. I knew you were
never my friend."
Glasses tinkled, the juke box
rump-thumpthumped and I just sat there,
watching Royster's eyes fill with tears.
"You know that's a bunch of crap,
Royster. I've been through worse than
this with you, you SOB."
He chugged a glass of beer, clumped
the glass on the table, and slowly put his
head down on the bar. A funny look of
uncertainty passed across his face, as
though he didn't know what came next in
the script.
And as I helped him up the stairs to
the street, he grew calm.
"Lentz, you're a good
sunuvabitch..you really are. You shoulda
punched me out. ya know? Next time
you should punch me out.
"S'funny. ya know? 1 guess sometimes
things just get too messed up for a plain
ol country boy."
of the current apathy toward the Var i
traceable to the feeling that few, if any.
alternatives rerratn viable. Shall we Keep
writir.e those letters and petitions to the
President? There is no evidence that they
lead anywhere but to the waste paper
basket. Shall , then, vote with our
feet? Last November we put together the
most impressive public demonstration in
the history of he country, but the
President found no difficulty in ignoring
half a million citizens in favor of a
televised football game. Shall we attempt
to stir the conscience of the American
people bv bearing religious witness of our
opposnion to the War? The Berrigan
brothers sit in jail, and few seem much
troubled by the fact. Shall we, as a last
resort, try violent revolution? It is easy to
understand the frustrations that make
this an attractive idea to some people, but
no one except a fool or a liar could
maintain it as a serious possiMlity.
Obviously, I am not optimistic about
the political future of America. Neither,
however, do I believe that it is the time
for complete despair-now quite yet. The
anti-War forces still have one field that is
not totally barren: and that is the United
States Congress. Of course Senator
McGovern was right that the Congress
smelled pretty bloody after the
amrnendment to end the War was shot
down. Of course it is difficult to work up
much enthusiasm for a council that gives
high places to Strom Thurmond and
Mendel Rivers. But it is worth
remembering that, though the
McGovern-Hatfield amrnendment failed,
the Cooper-Church amrnendment won-at
least in the Senate; and that may seem a
timid step by some standards, but, by the
usual Congressional standards, it was a
bold and unprecedented move.
Let me end with an unashamedly
partisan pitch. The Congressional
elections are to be held soon, and it is
quite possible, though unlikely, that we
may be able to elect a Congress that is
willing to take basic action against the
Nixon war policy. If we accept this as a
realistic goal, no single campaign is
more important than the uphill fight for
re-election being waged by our neighbor.
Senator Gore of Tennessee. No Senator
has been a more eloquent opponent of
the War, and, not coincidentally, no
Senator is being attacked more strongly
by the Administration. Perhaps you really
can't find time to work, for Senator Gore
yourself, but everyone can send money;
the address-and inevitable feature of any
unashamedly partisan pitch- is Gore for
Senate, State Headquarters, 228 Capitol
Blvd., Nashville, Tenn. 37219. If every
U.N.C. student who considers himself
opposed to the War would send just ten
dollars to the Gore campaign and face it,
you can get by with ten fewer dollars this
or next month-the chances for the
Senator's re-election would be improved
significantly, and the prospects for a truly
anti-War Congress would be a little
brighter.
Letters
The Daily Tar Heel accepts
letters to the editor, provided they
are typed on a 60-space line and
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words. All letters must be signed
and the address and phone number
of the writer must be included.
The paper reserves the right to
edit all letters for libelous
statements and good taste.
Address letters to Associate
Editor, The Daily Tar Heel, in care
of the Student Union.
Letters
Movie Critic
In Error ?
To The Editors
In an editorial by Mr. Scott Langley he
stated that movie theatres were going to
pot by running such notables as "Female
Animal" and the re-run of "Mash" five
times.
Just because there are two theaters in
a community, this does not necessarily
mean that they are under the same
management. Mr. Langley mistakenly cut
down the theatre management that is
opening a new twin theatre near Kroger's
The management he erroneously attacked
did not run "Female Animal" and it did
not run "Mash" fivp timpc i. .....
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once the first time it came to Chapel
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Cassidy and the Sundae, v.
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movies of exceptional qualiW with
best facilities available. th the
Bll Sherrill
To the editor: ' ,Q5 Chase Ave.
Lana Starnes opinion of women is
wond Her"6 t,riViaI SmaS
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