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THE DAILY TAR HEEL
November 14. 1970
Howie Carr
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Tom Gooding. Editor
How To Beat The
UNC Zone Defense
Attention all single
undergraduate students living in
University housing. It is quite
possible your current residence is in
violation of the zoning ordinances
of the town of Chapel Hill.
That startling fact came to light
when it was announced yesterday
that 4ta large portion of the main
University campus is currently
zoned for single family residences
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78 Years of Editorial Freedom
Tom Gooding, Editor
Rod Waldorf Managing Ed.
MikeParnell News Editor
Rick Gray Associate Ed.
Harry Bryan Associate Ed.
Chris Cobbs Sports Editor
Frank Parrish Feature Editor
Ken Ripley .... National News Ed.
Terry Cheek Night. Editor
Doug Jewell ... , Business Mgr.
Frank Stewart "Adv. Mgr.
on the maps and ordinances of the
Chapel Hill government."
However, e feel certain that
most students have little to worry
about. Harry Palmer, planning
director for Chapel Hill, says moves
are currently underway to change
the zoning patterns for the
University.
Palmer also pointed out that the
University's physical plant and
airport are currently on property
'zoned for agricultural use on the
zone maps of the town.
It would appear that the
University has been living outside
the law for quite some time now.
However, we are sure any
institution as adept as the
University is at getting around
regulations will have no difficulty
with the zoning situation.
In fact, Palmer has already said,
"What we are trying to do is to
rationalize the zoning ordinance as
it applies to the University."
Of course, the zoning
discrepancies are not the only ones
the University . has been dealing
with lately. There is always the
Its Saturday again and this week--j
there's no toothall game to so to You
don't have a date: you don't want to do
what you did last night: and the movjes
on Shock Theatre last u??t
terrible that you can't bear the thought
of watching a Lon Chaney. Jr. double
feature tonight.
If you're really after some cheap thrills
in the back of your car. there's one chick
in Greensboro who really wants to pet
picked up. Her name is Lydia. She's a
ghost.
Lydia has been haunting an underpass
on the old High Point road near
Jamestown since . 1 923. The usual story
goes that someone is driving along late at
night toward Jamestown, when suddenly
a girl at the underpass waves down his
car. The motorist lets her in, and Lydia
pleads, "Please, will you help me get to
High Point?"
The man naturally accedes to her
request, and through various questions he
learns that Lydia is returning from a
dance in Raleigh, and that she is worried
about getting home so late. She is
uncommunicative about how she
happened to be stranded at the underpass
at such a late hour, and doesn't even
answer most questions.
"Why do you question me?" she will
finally say. "Nothing is important now,
but that I'm going home." When the'
motorist finally reaches the address Lydia
has given him, he turns to his passenger,
and then realizes that she has'
disappeared.
You know the rest: he goes to the
door, a woman appears, he asks her where
Lydia is, and she begins to cry.
"I had an only daughter named J
Lydia," she tearfully says. "A year ago'
she was killed in a wreck near the
underpass as she was coming home from a :
dance. This is not the first time neonlei
have tried to bring her home. Buf
somehow she never quite gets here."
A lot of people have seen Lydia, and
from time to time, the Greensboro papers
run accounts of their experiences. The,
Greensboro Daily News of August 8,
1966 carried a story about a man who
saw her.
Well, her hair was long and stringy,
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in the H65 teeny-rock classic "Laurie."
which is possibly the worst sons ever
recorded.
There are at lea! two other spectral
hitchhikers in the Carolinas. The one in
Henderson County makes herself known
by tugging with cold hands at a sleeve or
pocket of an unsuspecting motorist.
Unlike Lydia. she has never said a word
to anyone.
The other female apparition appears
on a road near Columbia. S.C., and asks
to be taken to her dying mother. This
chick is much more calendar-conscious
than Lydia; she appears only on the
anniversary of her death in an accident on
that same road.
North Carolina has an abundance of
ghosts, ranging from the one in the
governor's mansion to the confederate
ghost who appears to uniformed men.
asking how to get a cannon to some
long-forgotten battle.
There's the light at Maco Station,
suppposedly the ghost o! a hrakenian
killed along the railroad tracks over one
hundred years ago. There are the
mysterious hoof-prints at Bath, where in
1S13 a man about to begin a horse race
yelled. "Take me as a winner or take me
to hell. The horse reared and threw its
rider into a tree, killing him instantly.
The horse's tracks have remained ever
since, and have defied every attempt to
remove them.
In Bentonville in 1905 two hunters
witnessed the spectral replay of a Civil
War battle that had taken place forty
years before. During the Civil War two
Ln-.on ofile.,.. discovered from j one
hundred year-old slave the location of j
buried cache of sra!e treasure. When
they began to da. tt up late one nigh!,
they became awar. of the fact th.tt the
ghost of a pirate was watching them
intently. They never finished their
d?tn
Unexplained occurrences include the
Devil's Trampsng Ground near Siler City,
a circular area of completely sterile soil,
and the Brown Mountain Lights, which
were known to Indians in the area long
before any white man set foot in North
America.
But getting hack to lydia. I can
guarantee that she won't put you tosl-vn.
a claim that Dr. Paul Bearer has never
been able to make about his "horrible
double features."
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-water rate increase the University. and it looked all wet," said Frank Fay,
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by Charles Craven
In Tlie News And Observer
The class was in the spring of 1948. I believe it was
called "News Writing One," something like that. Joe
Morrison, the professor, would walk swiftly under the new
leaves and blossoms that grace the campus of the University
of North Carolina at Chapel Hill at that season. He would
bound up the stairs of Bynum Hall, and the class would
come to order.
"Now speed is important," said Joe. "If you're going to
work on a newspaper you've got to write fast. You can't
compose, like writing poetry. You've got to get it out.
There's a' deadline."
Then he'd give a story situation, just a set of facts.
Maybe he'd describe a highway wreck. Or maybe he'd take
the action of the town council from a news story in the
morning paper.
Carl Freedrrian
"Now write me a clear, concise story from those facts,"
he'd tell the class.
The "typewriters in the sunny room would begin to click.
Joe Morrison had a way with him. His manner was
always cheerful and you wanted to do something good for
him..
He loved classical music. And there was a kind of music
in his bright, energetic way of teaching.
When he'd write "good lead" on your hurriedly written
story, you'd puff with pride. When "too wordy" appeared
in his handwriting on your work, you'd sweat at
conciseness.
In the years that went by after that class, Joe got his
doctorate and wrote books and continued to teach. He was
Dr. Morrison. But the now middle-ased World War II
veterans who attended his classes in the 1940s could always
call him "Joe."
His death Wednesday brought sadness and memories of
blossoms and new leaves and a sunny classroom in Bynum
Hall.
(which the town has refused to
pay).
Unfortunately, those individuals
interested in the University's view
of the zoning discrepancies will be
left unsatisfied since the University
has maintained its standard policy
of "no comment" on this vital
issue
who was with three other people when he
saw the apparition on a Tuesday night
about 1 1:30 in late June. "It looked like
she was trying to get in the right door of
that car ahead as it drove through the
underpass. Call it an illusion or whatever
you want-I can't begin to explain it."
The theme of the ghostly hitchhiker is
very common: it has appeared in such a
venerable hterarv lournal
General Died Omit Of Time
as a Classic
Comic Book: Neil Young has something
about such a spectre in one of his albums,
of v BUM D JUSTICE ;
So-General DeGaulle is dead. The
leaders of the world with very few
exceptions, far lesser men than he
was have given their meaningless but
required tributes, and the only slightly
disturbed world is back to business as
usual. Yet DeGaulle was great man. His
famous statement, "I am France," was
not the empty boast of a blind nationalist
but the quite sincere and quite accurate
statement of a leader who felt a
passionate identity with his country in all
its facets.
He died in retirement but was hardly
idle in his last years; just as surely as
Churchill was a master of English letters
and Stevenson of American letters, so was
DeGaulle a master of French letters. His
memoirs, of which the first volume has
already become an overwhelming best
seller, would undoubtedly have been a
major achievement. Yes, as old as he was
and as much as he had already done, the
death of the General was a genuine loss.
However, after giving the General this
deserved praise, I come to bury him. As
cruel as it may sound, his death was quite
symbolically fitting-just as it is
symbolically fitting that petty men now
stand at the helm of the nations once
represented by the imposing Big Four of
DeGaulle, Roosevelt, Churchill, and
Stalin. They all belonged to a world Jhat
is now gone forever, but none more so
than the General.
His rightful time ran from Joan of Arc
to Napoleon, both of whom, in different
ways, he resembled. Churchill . was
certainly out of tune with the world
after the First World War; and Roosevelt
and Stalin, while in tune with the temper
of their time, had little vision for our
;. own.
The fact is simply that European
(using the word to include America)
politics are no longer all that really
matters. Indeed, it seems relatively
certain that the industrial West is going to
matter less and less as time goes on. The
action, the vitality, even the power is
beginning to shift to the so-called Third
World, the emerging nations of Africa,
Asia, and the Near East. From these
nations' coign of vantage, the longest
shadow in the world is that cast by a man
who was of clearly secondary importance
in the old days of World War Two! Mao
tse-Tung. It is becoming increasingly clear
that Mao-not Stalin, not Roosevelt, not
Churchill, and certainly not
DeGaulle-represents the (tidal) wave of
the future. The signs are everywhere.
Even some Western governments, like
Sweden and Canada, have recognized the
fact to some extent.
We have seen a very interesting,
though very mindless, attempt by
Western college students to identify their
own domestic politics with the foreign
policies of the Third World, especially
China. And I believe that the general
pessimism of Western thinkers about the
future of the world is based less on an
objective consideration of the entire
globe than an emotional panic that their
own region may be destined to become
the kind of backwater that the Third
World nations have been considered for
so long.
It is easy to be romantic and
overemphasize the current importance of
the, Third World. The West is still very
important indeed, and the emerging
nations are still emerging. But the trend is
clear and irreversible. We of the West had
better prepare for some rather radical
psychological re-orientation if we wish to
remain sane. We are going to have to
transcend almost all Western "political
thought prior to the last twenty years or
so. The mentality of the General was a
mighty one indeed, but one that would
be found sorely wanting in the cultural
identity crisis to come.
"DeGaulle is dead; France is a
widow," said President Pompidou in the
first of the eulogies. True enough, I guess.
But the larger truth is that the West's long
time lover, History, is about to break it
off and choose a new mistress. The
General and all that he stood for are the
essence of a great world, but one that
does not exist now and will never exist
again.
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If the arrangement of society is bad
and a small number of people have power
over the majority and oppress it, every
victory over nature will inevitably serve
only to increase that power and that
oppression. That is what is actually
happening.
Leo Tolstoy
"What's wrong with our country?"
everyone whispers sadly.
The young wonder where the
Declaration of Independence went, where
along the road the "pursuit of happiness"
picked up a clause excluding blacks and
draftees.
The old shake their heads and curse
When the young demonstrate for change.
Righ
t To Vote 'No'
turning away irom wuius iikc nve and
freedom because they dislike long hair.
The black man has developed a bitter
cynicism like the pre-revolutionary fire of
Voltaire when he said:
"In general, the art of government
consists in taking as much money as
possible from one party of the citizens to
give it to the other."
We as a nation are developing many of
the symptoms that led to the Civil War in
the early 19th century. )
As the people of the Eastern States
moved westward a great political shift
occured in the Houses of Congress.
The Southern States lost their ability
to muster a majority, and gradually their
numerical strength diminished to the
point that they couldn't block a
two-thirds vole for closure of debate in
the Senate.
Southerners like John C. Calhoun
began talking about the tyranny of the
majority and searched for ..ways of
protecting the South's economic interests
against the onslaughts of Northern
industrialists.
The South began to feel powerless, left
out. And when the slavery question
erupted Southerns had little affection for
the "majority opinion" of the Union.
They had become a voiceless,
powerless minority. And they revolted.
The poor and the young in our society
have become a voiceless, powerless
minority.
Our nation has reached the point in its
growth where a solid majority of the
citizens are satisfied with their existence.
They have warm homes, enough food to
eat, big cars, a little money put away and
color televisions.
And they will hardly vote to increase
their taxes to help the poor.
Politicians are free to exploit the
conservative apathy of the American
middle class, free to claim they represent
"the silent majority" when in truth they
do not.
In the last presidential campaign, for
example, citizens in every major primary .
where they had a choice voted
overwhelmingly for Robert Kennedy and
Gene McCarthy, the two anti-war
candidates.
But politicians chose Hubert
Humphrey and Richard Nixon to go on
the ballot.
This is not to day that I have lost my
faith in the .basic principle of
democracy majority rule. I still believe it
to be the best form of government, as did
Wendell Phillips:
"Trust the people the wise and the
ignorant, the good and the bad-with the
gravest questions, and in the end you
educate the race. At the same time you
secure, not perfect institutions possible"
while human nature is the basis and the
only material to build with."
But I think our government must be
made more responsive. Rule by majority
vote means nothing if economic and
political realities allow only mediocre
candidates to run.
The eighteen-year old vote is a step in
the right direction, as was the voting
rights legislation which protected the
black's right to register.
But an even greater change is necessary
if we are to make our republic truly
responsive to the wishes of the people
When our forefathers set up our system
of election? they did nu foresee the
development of political parties or the
convention system of choosing
candidates.
I think we should adapt our
constitution to allow each citizen the
right to reject a slate of candidates if he
fnteresr6 represent his
In other words, I think every citizen
should be granted the right to a negative
vote.
" W ekcted in a g". contest a
candidate would not only have to get
more votes than his opponent, he would
have to receive more than the number of
negative votes. A plurality of "no" votes
would force a new election.
This arrangement. I believe, would
insure that candidates would discuss more
substantive ,ssues than their opponents
bad breath.
TA 3 ,r,ar llCket n bolh Parties
vould be attacked directly by the people
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