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The President holds the highest
office in the nation with many
responsibilities and powers. Yet
doubt has hurt the presidency.
This doubt is not of whether
Nixon is an honorable man; that
he is not. We have no doubt. The
doubt is whether he is a man who
obeys the laws of the land.
The Congress must impeach
him, for Nixon refuses to produce
evidence necessary to clear or
convict him of "high crimes and
misdemeanors.'"
To impeach the President is not
to declare him guilty.
Impeachment is to clear the doubt
over the Presidency.
These are the areas of doubt on
Nixon's honesty, legality and
integrity in performing his job:
knowledge of crime without
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represent only the opinions of the individual contributors.
Susan Miller, Editor
January 11, 1974
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The Hand Is Quicker Than The
Eye Award to President Nixon and
his legal magicians who ended
"Operation Candor," declaring it a
complete success.
The Clifford Irving Memorial
Spectacular Award to Dr.
Kohoutek for giving us his famous
dud comet, leaving millions of
Americans just staring into space.
The If You Don't Like It Drop
Out Award to the University for
continuing to put students and
faculty alike through the idiocy of
Drop-add. Really, you guys, there
has to be a better way!
The Let Me Make This Perfectly
Ctear Award to Union President
Gary Phillips who announced on the
Union desk calendar there would be
a meeting of the Activities Board
and then threw a DTH reporter out
of the meeting claiming it wasn't a
real meeting. Whatever it was, don't
get your signals crossed next time.
The Christmas Spirit Is In The Air
Award to the generous Brooklyn,
N.Y., service station owner who
jacked up prices on gasoline to $1 on
Christmas day. This station was one
of the few open in the "Big Apple"
on the holiday, and motorists were
forced to pay the inflated price or
walk. The stations owners are now
being investigated by the Internal
Revenue Service.
The Let Them Eat Cake Award to
the head of the American Bakers
Association who predicted the price
of bread would probably go up $1 a
loaf due to the infamous wheat deal
of 1972.
The If You Don't Play The Game
My Way I'll Take My Ball and Go
Home Award to Charlie Finley,
owner of the Oakland A's baseball
team. Finley has refused to let
manager Dick Williams out of his
contract to manage the team and
start working for the New York
Yankees.
The My What a Tangled Web We
Weave When First We Are
Conceived (apologies to
Shakespeare) to journalism Prof.
Walter Spearman for having the
same birthday as President Nixon.
We'll forgive you, Walt, because we
know it's not your fault.
The Nixon Would Never Get In
State Tuition Here Award to the
President for not filing any state
income tax in any state in the United
States.
The What Are We Here For
Anyway? Award to all the students
who wandered around for the first
two days of registration wondering
when the first day of classes was.
After exams, no one is ready to dive
right into the grind, and so we
prolong vacation as long as possible.
The You Can't Always Get What
You Want, But If You Try Real
Hard You Just Might Get What
You Don't Need Award to all the
generous professors who gave
assignments scheduled on syllabuses
for first class meetings, putting
students behind before even
starting.
The I'm Sorry Boss I Won't Do It
Again Award to Gerald Ford who
suggested a compromise might be
reached with the Watergate
committee on the tapes the
committee has requested. President
Nixon promptly announced there
would be no compromise.
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reporting to legal authority - -
Nixon's admittance that he
knew of the burglary of the office
of Daniel Ellsberg's psychiatrist
Nixon's acknowledgement of
approving the later aborted
"Huston Plan" in 1970, which
included burglary and other
crimes.
violation of Congress power of
appropriations
Nixon's impoundment of
congressionally authorized funds,
in spite of 20 court rulings that
impoundment is unconstitutional
violation of the Fourth
Amendment rights against search
and seizure
the break-in of Ellsbergs
psychiatrist's office
the Watergate break-in by
persons claiming to be acting on
the authority of the President
and or his assistants
bribery
Nixon's meeting with Judge
Matthew Byrne when John
Ehrlichman discussed the FBI
directorship with the judge while
he was presiding over Ellsberg's
trial
the milk deal
Rebozo-Hughes dealings
the Vesco deal
violation of Congress power to
declare war
Nixon's use of combat troops
in Laos and Cambodia after
Congress prohibited such use
the Watergate break-in by
Cambodia
I mpeach ment is the only way to
determine whether President
Nixon is a man of the laws.
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Having been in Chapel Hill for a while. I
have come reluctantly to the conclusion that
the UNCstudent body has mediocre taste. In
the popular arts, the sophistication of the
collective has proven to rest somewhere
between television and last year's Top-40
hits.
There is a tradition of leadership among
American colleges in the area of popular
music. University communities first
spawned or made accesible coffeehouses,
outdoor festivals, and mass concerts. As well
as serving as a haven for all sorts of classical
and experimental artists, the college town
has 'lorg been a showcase and proving
ground for emerging pop musicians.
There's an old legend around Chapel Hill
about the fellow who was dragged kicking
and griping by his girlfriend to the Graham
Memorial coffeehouse. She wanted to see a
certain folk musician of the type big in the
early sixties. The boyfriend thought the
folky type really blew he sang with a
fudgsicle stick up his nose. As the years
Letter to the editor
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To the editor:
Thanks very much for your editorial of
January 9 concerning precautions on the
campus. 1 fully agree that simply providing
notice of assault will not solve the problem.
The issuing of these bulletins is only one
action which the University community has
taken to attempt to deal with this problem.
Police patrols have been increased on
campus, particularly in areas where students
frequently walk at night.
Improved and increased lighting on
campus has recently been installed as a direct
result of "walking tours" of the campus at
night by University officials and student
leaders. In addition, a written survey was
mailed again this fall (as it was in 1971) to a
sample of 300 women students requesting
that they 1) indicate areas they thought
needed additional lighting, and 2) identify
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pathways they normally use at night.
The Campus Escort Service was initiated
by the Residence Hall Association using
student escorts on a volunteer basis. Stickers
containing emergency and escort telephone
numbers were printed by the Office of
Student Affairs, and distributed by RHAto
all women students.
Faculty members teaching evening classes
have been provided bus schedules and asked
to emphasize the potential dangers of
walking alone after dark to members of their
classes.
And finally, repeated attempts have been
made to warn women students directly that it
is not safe to walk alone on campus after
dark. Communication to residence hall staff
and officers, requests to the Daily Tar Heel
for feature articles about safety precautions,
and local radio announcements have all
urged students to report assaults and not to
place themselves in unnecessary jeopardy of
assault by walking alone.
We are vitally concerned about the safety
of students and are committed to doing all
that we can to make this a campus free from
assaults, rapes, robbery, ect. But students
must also share the responsibility by using
the Escort Service, walking in well-lighted
areas if alone at night, and taking common
sense precautions such as locking doors.
Thank you again for your editorial
concern emphasizing the need for a
continuing effort by all of us.
Donald A. Boulton
Dean of Student Affairs
slipped by the complexion of the coi Icehouse
story changed as the fellow tosd it to friends.
The folksingcr was Bob I)lan.
But we're in the seventies mm: junior high
kids take downers at school and speed at the
shopping mall. Dylan gets eight bucks a seat
and Elton John jumps on pianos for 75
thousand a throw. There aren't any more
pop festivals and the big concerts arc on TV.
Cio to any major city and the flesh and
blood of music is found in clubs and music
halls. The Town Hall made a feeble attempt
to transform itself into a music emporium
here. No Cinderella, though: you can't
boogie to Maria Muldaur.
After sell-out crowds in New York City
the National Lampoon's satirical reue.
IjemmhiKs. played Chapel Hill to a hall
filled Memorial Hall. I he Carolina I'nion
pulls the coup of snatching the Pointer
Sisters out of Washington's Cellar Door and
other top clubs of Chicago and San
Francisco: Chapel Hill asks. "Who?
In retrospect it does seem as though the
Carolina campus has seen better concert
days. Janis Joplin made UNC her second
stop after premieringthe Komic Blues Band
at Bill Graham's Fillmore some five years
ago. The big hit of that season was the Filth
Dimension. Joe Cocker. The All man
Brothers. Black Sabbath, and James I aylor
all put in appearances before their peak of
popularity. However, it's tough to defend a
dying trend.
The student body changes every year and
we all tend to forget the bombs and
remember the glories. Do you recall the New
Riders at UNC last spring along with their
fall show at Duke? Anyway, the Duke t'NC
community generally shares concert
programming: it's not a competition because
everybody wins when a band does a local
concert. A great paradox is that, in the case
of concert conflicts, the Duke Attractions
people invariably come over to Carmiehael
while Carolina rocks out at Cameron.
. There seems to be a formula in some
persons minds: if a band doesn't charge at
least 20 thousand they are not worth hearing.
(Remember: "hearing" not "seeing.")
The Duke Attractions Committee works
through commercial promoters: - Duke
grants use of the hall, the music mogul takes
the money and runs.
The UNC Administration has never
blessed this campus with a hall of decent sie
and acoustics. Carmiehael was designed and
built for basketball. The megaphone ceiling
gathers the godam sound, mixes it up. and
throws it down onto the playing floor. Dean
Smith is king here, not Chip Monck.
With institutions operating within their
traditional functions, it's not fair to contend
that this area is lacking in high-quality
musical offerings. Any businessman can see
that the Rolling Stones make money: it is left
to the college community to set critical
standards and to develop trends, to imagine
and to look for fresh musical perspectives.
If the choice of a good college, for you.
hinges on the big-money, big-nme concert,
then transfer to the Greensboro Coliseum.
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Dill Welch, News Editor
David Eskridge, Associate Editor
Seth Effron, Associate Editor
Kevin McCarthy, Features Editor
Elliott Warnock, Sports Editor
Tad Stewart, Photo Editor
Ernie Pitt, Night Editor
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. My New Year's Eves have been traditionally dull
and uninspiring. As a youth I was often saddled with
baby sitting responsibilities and 1 still have nostalgic
memories of Guy Lombardo, Johnny Carson and the
Allied Chemical Building. Now that I am post
puberal however, my New Year's Eves have become
slightly more invigorating. I have even been known to
drink alcoholic beverages as a way of wekoming ths
new year.
This last New Year's was my most unique to date.
Mary was coming up to spend a week with me and due
to my proximity to the Big Apple (a 65 minute bus
ride) we decided to go into Times Square. My parents
knew I was crazy. They thought it would be a good
idea if we spent a quiet evening at home with a fire,
some popcorn and a bottle of wine. But the
magnificent sociological import of Times Square
overwhelmed me. I had to go.
' The evening began at a bizarre party on 90th St. on
the fifteenth floor of a luxurious apartment building. I
had hoped to have a nice view of the city from the
fifteenth floor but instead 1 was treated to the
unexciting vision of a similar building across the
street. Despite a pleasant conversation with Fred, who
happened to be in ttiy local of the Teamsters, Mary
and I decided to leave early and head into Times
Square.
The atmosphere there was awesomely carnival.
Everyone was either outrageously drunk or stoned.
The rain became insignificant. People embraced
violently hopping up and down, kissing each other.
Others blew obnoxious and surprisingly loud
noisemakcrs they had bought earlier. The noise was as
deafening as any rock concert. In the midst of this jam
packed cacophany, rivers of humanity went streaming
past us in search of livelier pastures or more specific
goals. Some jokingly asked for gasoline while others
simply desired matches. Everyone wished us a hoarse
happy new year.
We bathed in the thunderous waves of wild joy that
washed over us. The sangria we had drunk earlier had
left us but the incredible electricity that the crowd was
creating was far more powerful. The effect can only be
described as dizzying. Midnight was drawing nearer,
as inexorable as the crowd itself. As the noise level
sustained itself and hoards of drunken people
stumbled past us, I kept a tight grip on Mary's
shoulder and joked about my obligation to her mot her
to protect her in the jungles of New York.
If the crowd became too overpowering there was
always the tickertape on the Allied Chemical Building.
GOLDA MEIRS LABOR PARTY RE-ELECTED
WITH REDUCED. M AJORITY...ARAB
TERRORISTS HAVE DEATH LIST OF
PROMINENT BRITISH JEWS... HEATING FUEL
UP TEN CENTS PER GALLON. ..GM TO LAY
OFF 500,000 WORKERS. 1973, a dismal year by
anyone's standards was going out with the proverbial
bang. And those around us, taking part in the greatest
annual going away party in the world, couldn't have
cared less. The grape was king.
Time passed slowly in the eternity of noise we were
drenched in. But finally it was 1 1:45. 1 1:50. 1 1:58. My
senses may have deceived me. but as the ball began to
trundle slowly towards the future, the crowd became
almost silent in anticipation.
As it fell more quickly, the noise began to build. It
was the ultimate sporting triumph. Even UCLA is not
as irresistible as 1974 was that night. The noise grew
louder as we demanded the arrival of 1974 as if in
recognition of some feat we had all accomplished
together. The noise crescendoed as the ball
disappeared. Our voices wavered, then exploded as
the numerals 1974 under the ball lit up with a
nonchalance that lulled its power.
AH of us in that mass of different races and
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nationalities in varying stages of intoxication went
berserk as we experienced what has to be one of the
finer cheap thrills to be found anywhere. A
tremendous rush of sizzling power ripped through the
crowd. And then it was over.
We tried to move towards the bus terminal but we
became involved in a violent whirlpool of impatient
people crushing each other trying to get home. Main
times we were close to being knocked down and
trampled. As we tried to keep our balance, the crowd
crushed our bodies and choked us. It was a terrifying
ordeal.. Mary's bracelet, a wooden design on two
copper wire frames, was totally mangled. I was happy
to be alive with my arm still around her shoulder as w e
moved down 4 1st St. towards the Port Authority.
The sidewalk was dappled with confetti. Scattered
in a circle on the ground was a collection of papers and
photographs. It took me a while to realize that
somebody's wallet had been stolen and searched.
What was left was family, friends and identification,
someone's paper life in a wet shambles. We w alked on.
The crowd still breathed around us like a dangerous
caged animal. Never had the Port Authority looked
more inviting with its bums and beggars. It was' a
wonderful and calm bus ride home.