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Tom Gooding,
Editor Dismissal.
By GC President
Can't Be Jesftiffied.
The editor of the Greensboro
College newspaper was removed
from office Wednesday by the
college president because the paper
published a short story he did not
like.
The story, entitled "The Dean"
and written by a GC student not on
the paper's staff, described the
assassination of a college dean who
has characteristics similar to two
GC deans.
Dr. David G. Mobberley, GC
president, said, in a letter to the
college faculty, the . story had
"effected a campus climate of fear,
threat and deep concern for the
safety of members of this campus
community.
"At stake in this total issue is
the serious matter of the effect
upon persons, their families, their
livelihood and their professional
careers in education. Also at stake
is the deepening concern that
persons within this community
should, by reckless and thoughtless
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Letters To The
UNG Footballs
To the Editor:
It is evident that you are a proponent
of free speech and the right of dissent.
Therefore, I respectfully ask you to print
some of my views regarding your editorial
800 or 1.6. I do not wish to engage in any
ascerbic brouhaha with the editor, but
feel that I must disagree with some of the
tenents and opinions he puts forth.
I must first call attention to a glaring
error (perhaps, a typo?). "UNC and
Clemson, two of the conference's weakest
schools academically, etc." Surely you
meant "USC".
Then an attack is launched against the
foundations of good representative
Carolina Football, and that of
theConference's as a whole. This is an
attack against what is near and dear to
me, and I feel compelled to launch a
defense. Most of the time I go along with
the establishment, but this time I must go
to the contrary.
Just why must the A.C.C. be the only
conference that does not use the L6 rule?
Are we superior to Harvard andYale, to
Vanderbilt, to Rice, S.M.U., to Michigan,
to Purdue, etc.? Is it a matter of academic
survival? Must we be responsible for
turning out all the geniuses and the
intellectuals? Perhaps we have too many
of these types already. . , -
The editor suggests a number of other
are expressed on its editorial page. All
of the editor and the staff. Letters and
of the individual contributors.
Editor
published prose, be put in the
position of professing and working
in an atmosphere of threat,
intimidation and fear," the letter
said.
Robert Collins, the editor of The
Collegian, said after his dismissal
that he did not believe there was
any climate of fear on the campus.
We agree with Collins.
We find it hard to believe that a
short story, labeled as such and
printed in a student newspaper,
could have two deans so concerned
for their very lives that the entire
campus community is unable to
function properly.
And even if the story did create
such an air of tension on campus,
we still can find no justification for
the dismissal of the paper's editor.
When Collins was named editor,
he was given the job of publishing
The Collegian every two weeks.
Collins accepted the job with the
understanding that he was the
editor, and he would exercise his
judgment without censorship from
the administration.
Collins published the short story
because he felt it said something
the students of the college would
be interested in and because he
thought it was of sufficient literary
quality to merit publication.
The president of the college
evidently thinks the story should
not have been published because it
upset two deans of the GC campus.
We shudder to think what would
happen if the president of the
United States could fire the editor
of the Washington Post or the New
York Times every time they printed
a story that upset him or his
vice-president.
Mobberley's actions are entirely
without justification no matter how
hard he tries to prove the story
created an unhealthy climate on his
campus.
His dismissal of Collins is a
blatant example of censorship.
Censorship, in any form, is
totally incompatible with the ideals
of free academic inquiry upon
which American colleges and
Universities are based.
Editor
schools to replace U.S.C. and Clemson.
Perhaps that alma mater of mine
-Davidson- that, perennial football
powerhouse. Perhaps M.I.T., or even
Salem College.
The editor, as many other
intellectuals, seems to have a "thing"
about "Professional Jocks." Perhaps he is
thinking of Art Werner, Vice-President of
Burlington Mills, perhaps "Whizzer"
White, Supreme Court Justice, perhaps
John Morehead, James Rand Kenan, or
maybe Cary Boshamer, who just endowed
two professorships at U.N.C.
I, too, have a "thing" against long
hairs, against those who seek to tear
down and destory, and those who just do
not care about Carolina football.
Much effort has been spent by Homer
Rice, Bill Dooley, and others trying to
bring Carolina back to respectability in
football. There are too many of us that
care to see it all go for naught.
It is tragic that a young man destined
for greatness as a football player has seen
fit to fall by the wayside. It seems that
football is not his "bag" anymore, and
now he has another "bag". Well, football
was the thing he did best. I can only hope
he will see the true light and go back to
his real "thing".
I think that Mr. Keech has a splendid
idea and perhaps the best solution. A
Dane Hart grove
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I am writing this article on Tuesday
evening, before the results of today's
elections come in. I am writing it now
because what I have to say has nothing to
do with the outcome of the current game
of political musical chairs.
I know there has been a lot said about
the strategy of President Nixon and the
Republican Party in this election. Men
like James Reston have presented a far
better analysis of the Republican position
than I could ever do.
But I am sick of the President of the
United States and the Party that supports
Tony Lentz
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Look to the Rose that blows about
us "Lo,
"laughing," she says, "into the World I
blow:
"At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
'Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden
throw."
Omar Khayyam
A girl named Lara lived in Chapel Hill
not long ago.
She was one of those unusual people
who don't seem to fit in anyone's idea of
what they should be. Defiantly
individual, she would shake her long
blond hair and smile her lovely face at
you as if to say, "Don't put any strings
on me."
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whole lot of us are hoping the U.N.C.
officials will vote for the 1.6 rule.
How about doing more for Carolina
and less for the Kent State radicals?
Jake Morrow
Washington,N.C.
Stancell Thanks
Students, Alumni
To the Student Body and Cheerleaders;
you are a wonderful group.
To the alumni and friends; -
you've got to be the most loyal
supporters.
To the coaching staff and faculty;
you are certainly able, too.
With all this, you, our team, can win
anytime you think you can (as Saturday
against Vireinia).
Thank you,
Charlie Stancell
, P.O. Box 444
Chapel Hill, N.C. .
Eyewitness I
From My Lai Ditch
To the Editor:
" A former machine gunner, Gregory
Olsen, now .a 22-year old college student
in Portland, Ore., described today his
recollection of walking across the
him telling the people of this country
that those who protest the policies of the
national government are criminals and
hooligans.
I think I join most of the fair-minded
people in this country in deploring the
violence with which Mr. Nixon was met
on his recent visit to California. But I also
deplore the political philosophy of a man
who would capitalize of the weakness and
intolerance of a small, unrepresentative
group of demonstrators to make political
profit.
The course which Mr. Nixon has
JANE FoNPA HAS
ACTING ABiL-iry,
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She was 17, built like a modern-day
version, of Venus de Milo, and into the
hip scene in Chapel Hill before most of us
knew there was one.
She showed up in the bars once in a
while, but not often enough to be
considered "a regular." Periodically she
would drop in with some
interesting-looking freak or other, or with
a group of kids who seemed to be high on
something before they started drinking.
When I met her once in the old Tempo
Room I thought she was about 22, sexy
in a cold, withdrawn way, and lonely.
Sky-blue eyes shot through you when
you looked in her direction, the
statuesque smile frozen into a mask,
gentle but uncompromising.
disputed ditch and seeing the bodies of
the victims.
They appeared to be mostly women
and children,' he said. 'Some appeared to
be shot, some appeared to be dead, but
some were definitely alive. I remember
they looked at me and followed me with
their eyes as I crossed the ditch.'
"On the other side of the ditch, said
former Pfc. Olsen he set up his machine
gun position and sat down to eat his
lunch."
Quote taken from the Washington
Post, October 21, 1970 in an news article
covering the "Mylai trial" of Staff Sgt.
David M. Mitchell.
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adopted in the Last few weeks is a
calculated attempt to divide this country
at a time when both national political
parties should be stressing the need for
unity in the face of tremendous national
problems. But then, Mr. Nixon has never
operated in the interests of the country as
a whole.
James Reston made a point in his
speech here two weeks ago that has stuck
in my mind ever since I heard it
expressed. He pointed out that the
Vice-President of the United States could
never have initiated the smear campaign
I used to hear things about her from
various drinking companions, the way
stories filter about the group of regulars
who frequent the downtown bars at
night. Pretty girls in the bars are the
object of great speculation, and almost
everyone knew who Lara was.
Through the grapevine I learned that
she was the child of a splintering home, as
opposed to a broken one. When a family
splinters it never really breaks apart, they
just cut away at the fabric of their life
together until there's nothing left but one
great big wound.
Knowing this much made it easier to
understand the mask she wore, and made
me wish I could help, somehow. But you
can't just walk up to someone and offer
to help these days. They don't
understand.
One night Lara was dating a drinking
acquaintance of mine. They were tripping
and drinkng beer, and I joined them at
one of the booths in the smokey little bar
where I found them.
My friend Jim was enjoying the music
and his experience, Lara just sat there
with that gentle-hard smile, and I rapped
with my friend about inconsequential
things in general.
Lara was looking toward the bar when
a guy named Buck walked in roaring
drunk. The coldness in her eyes melted
into the first sign of life I'd seen in her
face, and in a moment a tear rolled slowly
down her lovely nose.
Buck had just broken up with a close
friend of Lara's. She knew the two of
them extremely well, loved both of them,
and watching Buck wild with pain was
more than her invisible shield could
withstand.
Buck was a big man with a gruff voice
and large, powerful hands. That night he
seemed to personify all the hurt and
frustration of mankind.
He tried to pick fights, made passes at
a couple of the girls, and tried to drink
himself into a stupor where he couldn't
be haunted by the face of his Nancy.
Jim and I held him, fought him,
danced with him and tried to keep him
out of trouble as he sang, moaned,
smashed beer cans with his hand. You
could see the great heart breaking in his
ironic grin, the eyes fiery with remorse
and frustration.
Lara cried. My friend was laughing at
Buck and having a great trip, but Lara
was crying herself silly.
"I'm sorry," she said to me when the
others went to the john. "But I just love
the two of them so much. They love each
other so much. If only they knew."
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that he has maintained for the last two
years without the connivance and consent
of Mr. Nixon.
Nixon has never attempted to unite
America in support of his programs. He
has shown no talent for dealing with the
leaders of the Democratic Party to
provide needed legislation to solve the
country's problems.
Instead, the President of the United
States has behaved from first to last like a
hack politican. In his dealings with all his
political opponents, from Democrats to
SDS, he has adopted the tactics of an
angry 10 year-old, a spoiled child.
I am not, however, criticizing the
tactics and policies of President Nixon
out of any overwhelming love for the
Democratic Party.
When Lyndon Johnson and the
Democrats were in power in Washington,
there was, it is true;, a better working
arrangement between political parties in
the Congress of the United States. But
Johnson too was a , die-in-the-wool
politician, and the interests of the
Democratic Party were never sacrificed
when it came down to a choice between
political advantage and an unpopular
decision.
It is past time for the politicians who
run this country, Democratic and
Republican alike, to stop their bickering
and get down to solving the problems of
the country.
Because the protests won't stop if the
Republicans win a majority in one or
both Houses of Congress in today's
elections.
Because inflammatory speeches
delivered before select audiences of
political supporters do nothing to end the
was stop disceiminatiou, or halt the
downward slide of the economy.
And because words have never done
anything to rectify the injustices that
have produced the conditions for Mr.
Nixon's politics of fear.
Nixon and Agnew will have to do a
good deal more than gain a few seats in
Congress for the Republican Party to
solve
the problems of this country. Before they
can even begin such a task, they will have
to their way of thinking toward the
people who protest the policies of , the
national government.
Musical chairs is a nice game for
children under 10 years of age. Let's hope
the President this country elected in 1968
has the common sense to grow up and
stop playing games.
She sniffled, holding her head down so
the tears wouldn't show. The tears and
sobs began streaming out, as though she
was about to lose herself in loneliness and
grief.
"I can't help it," she murmured
between sobs. "There are so many
beautiful people in the world. If only
they knew, if there was some way to tell
them, to change all this..."
Quietly I reached out to her with both
hands. She held on tightly, as though I
was the only thing she had left , to
hold...as tthough she were hanging over a
great nothingness that was about to
consume her.
A long moment passed.
Then the others came back, and slowly
I let her go. The evening went on as it had
before, and just at closing time Buck
roared off into the darkness.
Lara and Jim went off to his
apartment, and I went home.
The next time I saw Lara I asked her
for a date. She had thanked me for
helping her the other night, and smiled
her uncompromising smile. But I asked
her anyway.
We were standing in the yard of a big
old house where she lived with a mixed
group of freaks. I felt far too straight to
be there, as though the old white house
itself was sneering at ray fresh-scrubbed
face.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Fve already
made plans to do something with a few
friends of mine."
She didn't make it easy The
statuesque smile stood there watching as I
fumbled something about maybe another
time.
"I'd better go now," Lara said. "We're
cooking spaghetti, and I think it mav be
ruined by now." y De
,thei IT her IonS- blod hair and
walked back to the house.
I saw her a few times after that, but
she didn t seem to show up downtown as
often. And I grew out of the regular
group and gradually moved away from
the night scene.
I saw iVf'Tl1'0
i saw her. But I read her name in the
paper the other day. ne
Lara lives in the- state penitentiary
now. She was busted with two o Z
dozen bags of horse.
And I often wondcj how different
hings might have been if she could t have
told some of the heatit;fi , nave
she wanted them to Sot1 What
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