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opportunity for student input
If you're one of the 800 randomly
chosen students who has just
received a questionnaire on'
academic reform in the mail, you
might want to read this article before
you play paperwad basketball with
it
Academic reform is an issue
which has been tossed around for,
several years, resulting in a series of
recommendations on course-loads
in the Schutz Committee Report on
Undergraduate Degree Require
ments in the spring of 1972.
The Faculty Council will consider
the Schutz recommendations later
this month, and the way that
students feel about academic reform
will doubtless be important.
That's where the questionnaire
comes in.
The present standard course-load
system calls for a five-course, 15
hour semester, with the theory being
that after four years and 40 different
courses, the student should have a
good, well-rounded education.
The Schutz committee report calls
for a change to a four-course, 16
credit-unit semester, with the
average course counting four credit
units. Quality, not quantity, of
education is a good way of
expressing this theory.
At this time, Harvard, Yale,
Princeton, Brown, Columbia,
Duke, Northwestern, Ohio State,
University of Pennsylvania,
University of Indiana and Tulane
have gone to the four-course system.
This is not to indicate that this
system is therefore right for
Carolina, but only to show that this
is no local, isolated academic issue.
The questionnaire is not
something to throw away. As it
involves two different approaches to
academics, each student needs to
decide which system is most suitable
to him or her.
A popular gripe of students is,
"Why am I never consulted on
decisions that affect me?" Well now
is such an opportunity, and now is
the time for such a decision.
It takes only a minute to let your
opinion be known on this important
issue. If you decide to fill out the
questionnaire, it should be turned
into the Union Desk by Friday.
Seeing Chapel Hill's college youth,
and the public in general, from the
perspective of a low-income employe
has been an education in humanity
which I will not soon forget.
After 27 .hours of philosophy, six
hours of religion, 39 hours of English
(which is philosophy in disguise), eight
hours of science, nine hours of art, nine
hours of psychology, 18 hours of a
foreign language, three hours of math
and one semester of graduate school, I
had come to several tentative
conclusions about mankind.
1. He moves in circles.
2. He thinks in circles.
3. This is acceptable.
And with these points, I borrowed a
phrase from a friend to round out (those
circles, again) my thinking and to give
me an optimistic view of the race,
despite all the evidence to the contrary:
Man is, collectively and individually, an
evolving mystery.
Nice, huh?
But then I went to work in Hector's
you know, famous since 1969, Mrs.
Sophie's (she really exists) home-made
chili, etc. Incidentally, if you want to
know what a liberal arts education, add
3.1 and B.A., will get you here's your
answer: eight hours a day making hot
dogs.
Seeing the world over the counter of
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To the editors:
I am working for the Student Consumer
Action Union, conducting an investigation
of the sale of University utilities (water,
electricity, and telephone services) to a
private or municipal corporation. The
policies of whichever corporation eventually
gains ownership of any or all of the three
utilities, will ultimately have an effect on rate
increases which concerns all residents of
Chapel Hill, Carrboro and Orange County.
The bids will be made public by April 16. At
that time, I willl need persons with the
necessary accounting knowledge in order to
best prospect for the consumer community.
If any one is interested in helping with this
project, please contact me.
Isabel Millicovsky
137B Johnson St.
Zno wiles' thesis
prompts reaction
To the editors:
I would like to thank Van Lee Knowles for
his pleasant and thoughtful letter. I'm afraid
I cannot agree with his contention that
"humans and perhaps a few other animals"
can somehow be separated from the rest of
the universe. If the universe is meaningless,
then we're included as well; and if there is no
"meaning" (purpose, logic, fixed law) to us.
then we're incapable of rendering any
judgments anyway. The atheist must say "1
have intelligently come to the conslusions
that intelligence is non-existent" thereby
cutting his own throat.
I do agree that the central question must
avid Wall
revolve around the existence of deity you
can't get much more central than that. In my
previous letter I was merely trying to point
out the weakness of one particular link in a
gap-ridden argument.
Peter Hardy
330 Tenney Circle
Student reaction
to film subtitles
To the editors:
While I respect Scott Langley as a guiding
spirit of campus cinema, I feel that his
generally perceptive criticism is weakened by
an absurd prejudice against dubbed foreign
films. The controversy over dubbed vs.
subtitled prints is hardly as simple as Mr.
Langley's blanket attitude would seem to
imply.
First, as anyone who has seen Truffaut's
Day For Night can attest, certain films have
so much rapid-fire dialogue that subtitles
can only give at best a general indication of
what is being said. In the dubbed version of
this picture which I saw, the arguments could
be followed phrase-by-phrase.
Secondly, subtitles are often hard to read,
especially in black and white films. This
practical consideration is compounded in
the Union showings where you can't see the
bottom of the screen unless you're in the first
few rows.
Thirdly, even if subtitles were always
legible, the need to constantly scan the
bottom of the frame would still ruin the
visual power of a film such as Bergman's
Cries and Whispers. The more sophisticated
films are conceived in visual terms: subtitles
weaken the power of the images
considerably.
Finally, although most films are shot
today with live sound, many older foreign
films were shot silently with sound added in
the final stages of editing. Virtualy all Italian
films prior to the 1960's have sound dubbed
by Italian radio actors. The original sound of
the early Fellini films mismatches the images
as badly as in the English-dubbed versions;
to insist on the original is rather pointless.
Admittedly, original sound is interesting
(and emotionally significant) for those who
understand a given language. But the value
of preserving such dialogue seems minimal
in the case of Swedish, Japanese or
Czechoslovakian films imported for an
English-speaking audience.
In view of the reasons I have mentioned, I
feel that Mr. Langley's reviews would be
improved if he would be more open-minded
towards the advantages of dubbing.
Peter Gutmann
RTVMP Dept.
Concert, Union
not vindicated
To the editors:
As another student disappointed with the
Carolina Union's handling of concerts for
this year, I feel I must take issue with Jean
Swallow's pathetic attempt to vindicate both
the Union and the Pointer Sisters from any
blame for the events surrounding their
concert last week.
Ms. Swallow's statement that the Pointer
Sisters "were used to doing a small nightclub
act, not a concert with 2,000 people" implies
that they gave a sub-par performance as a
result. The Pointer Sisters are supposedly
professional entertainers if they were not
ready to play before 2,000 people, then they
had no business charging thousands of
dollars to perform. Furthermore, they
should be used to appearing before
thousands of people, having toured with
Dave Mason, as well as headlining at
Philharmonic Hall in New York.
The fact that the Union acceded to the
Pointer Sisters' demand that they use their
own inexperienced sound crew raises this
question: Were the Pointer Sisters really that
big an act, and in such great demands at
UNC, that the Union music committee could
not bring itself to tell the Pointer Sisters to
shove their sound crew because we don't
have to have the Pointer Sisters at UNC?
Couldn't this money have been better spent
on a group with greater appeal? If the Union
did lose thousands of dollars on this concert,
then I think the answer is evident.
Bob Golombik
548 James
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Hector's gave me the privilege of seeing
man evolve right there in front of me.
(Here they all come at 2 a.m. those
hungry little evolving mysteries.)
Deep questions arose: What kind of
person wants to eat a cheeseburger with
greasy Greek chili, french fries and a
large root beer at 2 a.m.? Indeed, what
kind of person wants to eat that at 2
p.m.?
What kind of person rudely demands
service when there are at least 100
people wanting the same thing, and all
three Hectorians are working their
behinds off?
There have been some light moments.
Like the guy who comes in, looks at the
menu plainly in view with everything
we sell listed there and asks, "What
have you got? Or the cab driver who
always wants apple jelly on his Bar-B-Que
sandwich. Or the little 90-lb. girl
who came in one night and ate 14 egg
rolls.
But then there are always those
magnolia-mouthed, grits-for-b rains,
provincial Racquel Welch's who sashay
up to the counter and think to overcome
us by their movie-learned charm
usually so we'll give them a break on the
price.
And of course there is the loud
mouthed, gravel-for-brains, provincial
Clint Eastwood Carolina gentleman
who sometimes come quite close
though they do not know it to having
to use their teeth for earrings on account
of their obnoxiousness.
But all the time, we the Hectorian
slaves smile. "Yessir, thank you sir,
yes ma'am, thank you ma'am. The
unperceptive public never suspects that
we are anything but good old boys
earning an honest dollar; they do not
know that behind that bow tie lurks a
heart dark with evil intent towards all
assholes.
Occasionally, we lose our tempers
enough to frown or slam something
around. I admit that once I told a
customer, whose haughty obtuseness
had degenerated to just vulgar bad
manners, that if he didn't like the service
he could take his money and his ass
down to Hardee's where the burgers are
charcoal-broiled.
But since I've been there, we've never
used the axe handles on anybody.
I have often thought: What has
education done for the Appetites of
Man? I hope that what I see every day is
not the answer.
Well, one makes excuses for awhile.
You know old ideas die hard, and I
was kind of fond of that "evolving
mystery" thing. Besides, there are a lot
of nice people who come in the store,
and I've made some valuable friendships
and... ah ...liaisons through working
there.
1 compromised. "Evolving" had to go,
but perhaps I could hang on to the
"mystery" part.
However, it grew increasingly
difficult to watch chili drip off chins,
and large root beers washing down
hands-full of french fries, and mouths
stretching to unbelievable proportions
to encompass hot-dogs-all-the-way
(check that grammar) and not have
visions of Neanderthals or New
Jerseyites.
Before making my final analysis of
the human race, and particularly of the
college deviant therefrom, I realize I'll
have to research this thing some more.
There are other factors to be considered.
Let's see. There's Hardee's,
McDonald's, Shoney's, the Pizza
places, Baskin and Robbins...
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Jim Cooper, Greg Turosak
Editors
Kevin McCarthy, Managing Editor
Michael Davis, Associate Editor
Jean Swallow, Associate Editor
Ken Allen, News Editor
Harriet Sugar, Feature Editor
Elliott Warnock, Sports Editor
Tom Randolph, Photo Editor
Bob Jasinkiewicz, Night Editor
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Ford breaks cord,
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Vice President Gerald Ford did his best last week to put as much distance as
possible, between himself and the President. Calling the already infamous
Committee to Re-Elect the President (CREEP) an "arrogant, elite guard of political
adolescents," Ford was colorful, but unfortunately in the shades of Spiro Agnew.
Ford's statement was unconvincing because every time he is unleashed from the
White House, he sniffs the air and takes up a different line. A few months ago he was
imitating both the style and the content of some of Agnew's speeches (remember the
"effete corps of impudent snobs"?). Now he is criticizing the right things, but he is
still using the wrong language.
Invective and inflammatory rhetoric have little place in any politician's
pronouncements, much less those of a vice president. Genuine change comes fastest
with forceful but moderate language, not a lot of sound and fury.
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College football has done a lot for my family.
In 1966 my oldest brother Mai signed a four year
grant-in-aid with Vanderbilt University, a
member of the prestigious Southeastern
Conference. Two years later in 1968, my brother
Bryan signed at N.C. State and in 1970 it came
my turn to choose.
I visited many schools: Auburn, Georgia,
Florida, Duke, Dartmouth, Tennessee and
Georgia Tech. The list of schools goes on and on,
so does the list of rented cars, filet mignons,
congenial coeds, extra money and liquor. All
provided by various Athletic Departments who
wanted to give me the opportunity to play college
football.
It was an opportunity I felt I had to take
advantage of. Football was a way of life in my
family. I'd played the game for seven years and
enjoyed it, plus it was a chance to attend a major
college for free. I really had no choice.
Where I did have my choice was in where I
chose to go. Auburn had been the only school to
tell ma they wouldn't offer me a scholarship.
They looked me straight in the eye, shook my
hand and told it to me like it was. I respected
the: 5 men for their honesty; it was a lot more
than I got from many coaches.
Tk ; fact that Auburn wasn't going to offer me
a scholarship was a blow to my ego but not to my
p-;:.:e of mind. I had decided I didn't have what it
tec': to play colics ball in the SEC. The game
didn't mean that much to me; enough to spend,
four years of my life eating, sleeping and living
football. I wanted an education, and I knew that
rr.y co.-ra.ltrr:;. at to the jpxnz at an SEC school
v.'ou'J'bs one of either total commitment, in
order to do well enough to play, or semi
commitment, in order to get an education and
the disfavor of the coaching staff. Because no
matter what you've heard or think you know, the
student athlete is the exception and not the rule.
My decision was simple. I would go to a school
where football was not king.
I had heard from schools in the Southern
Conference and the ACC. Duke, Davidson, N.C.
State and North Carolina were all good
universities with good athletic programs. I felt
sure that I cduld find what I wanted at one of
these schools: a good education that just
happened to include four years of athletic
participation.
At the time N.C. State was in the last years of
Earl Edwards and things hadn't been the same
since the 1968 Liberty Bowl victory. Duke was in
the process of rebuilding and Davidson was
having trouble giving tickets away. That left
North Carolina; besides, I had lived in Charlotte
for five years and had come to realize that for 1 1
weekends in the fall everything in North
Carolina turns a pale shade of blue.
So when I 'boarded Eastern's flight 307 to
Chapel Hill, I took my first-class seat next to the
lady in the mink coat and was handed a drink by
a very attractive stewardess, I knew that I wanted
to play my four years of college football at the
University of North I Carolina.
I was recruited by Clyde Walker, a most
impressive speaker. He told all of the good
stories about living in the air conditioned
comfort of Granville Towers, having astroturf
put in Kenan Stadium and a new athletic
complex with two girls in every closet and the
Milky Way just outside the window.
It was the same old song that my brothers had
heard when they were recruits and I was
prepared for it, accepted it for what it was a
sales pitch, signed on the dotted line, smiled for
the photograph and formally became a Tar Heel.
When I first met Bill Dooley he struck me as an
honest, sincere individual. A hard working,
chain-smoking, ulcerated football coach who
was trying his damndest to build a winning
football program. I never suspected he would
bring big time football to North Carolina. What
I didn't know was that he already had.
To help him in the drive to the top, Coach
Dooley also brought men like Don McCauley,
John Bunting, Jeff Hamlin and a host of others.
He brought 20 days of hard spring practice, two
weeks of pre-spring conditioning, three weeks of
summer practice and six months of off-season
body building. The amounts of intensity and
brutality during the practice sessions increased
as did the amounts of everything else: the blood,
the pain, the exhaustion and the disgust of the
players.
The stories are as numerous as they are true.
They begin with the men who gagged on their
vomit, broke their arms, dislocated their elbows,
separated their shoulders, twisted their spines,
cracked their vertabraes and ripped the
ligaments out of their knees. But the stories end
with the man that died.
For whatever reasons or for whatever cause
Bill Arnold was pushed too far, as others before
him were, but for Bill it ended in tragedy. He
made the total commitment to big time football.
I quit college athletics for every reason that
Bill died. I've never regretted my actions nor
have I ever looked back.
But I wasn't the only one effected by the
introduction of the big time to the football
program at North Carolina. Of the 35 athletes
who reported to Ehringhaus on the same mid
August day four years ago, only 1 1 remain. The
other 24 left for many reasons, some because of
the death of Bill. They transferred to other
schools, dropped out or have stayed on to finish
their education.
I am one of those who has remained. I had the
option of either keeping my grant-in-aide or
dropping it. To me there was never any question,
never a second thought. I have stayed in school
and on scholarship much to the irritation of the
athletic department.
I can understand their attitude toward me, but
I hardly sympathize. My scholarship says
nothing about playing football, not even in the
fine print at the bottom of the page. It is given in
good faith and I accepted it that way, but after
everything I've experienced and seen I have lost
all illusions of that good faith. I feel no moral
obligation and certainly no regrets.
The only thing that is upsetting is to think that
nothing has really changed. The death of Bill
Arnold only served to slow the process for a
short time. Amazing as it may seem, this
University's football program is just as
dehumanizing as it was three years-ag6-aHd
considering this year's wen-lost record it will
quite possibly get worse. And no one seems to
care.
But that's the price one must pay for big time
football... it was a price I couldn't afford.
A lonely vision amidst the glory end the
death