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6 The Daily Tar Heei Tuesdav. January 31 Greg Porter Editor Ben Cornei its, Managing Editor Ed Ravkin, Associate Editor Elliott Potter, Associate Editor Laura Sctsm, University Editor Keith Hollar, City Editor Tony Gunn, Slate and National Editor Reid Tl'vim, News Editor Sara Bullard, Features Editor Chip Ensslin, Arts Editor Gene Uwhl'rc h, Sports Editor Ai li n Jlknigan, Photography Editor Qualified treasurer needed When the position of student body treasurer was made an appointive rather than an elective post in 196K, the change was made to ensure that the treasurer was qualified to keep proper financial records of the wheelings and dealings of Student Government. IX J C representative Darius Moss now is fighting to return the treasurer's office to the electoral process. Moss says the change would remove politics from the treasurer's office. His proposal does not address the need for professionalism that was detected a decade ago. And that need still exists. Under the present system, the treasurer has little political power because he constantly must answer to the student body president who appointed him. He is appointed because of his qualifications for the job not his ability to wage a successful campaign. The president improves his own position by finding a person well-equipped in finance, not in shaking hands, to fill the post. Moss' proposal would do little to remove politics from the office. In fact, it will make the office more political by making the treasurer more dependent on political allies and back-scratching for power. It's hard to get qualified persons away from the books and into campus activities because of the enormous drains on time and effort involved. Moss' proposed constitutional amendment would only add to those drains. The CGC would do well to kill its chances of passage by rejecting a referendum on the matter tonight. Sane way to choose major Coherence out of chaos. That's the goal of the Major Possibilities Mart today, which kicks off three weeks of activities designed to help sophomores select a major. It's an ambitious task in its own right, but is made even more impressive by the total absence before this year of any kind of major declaration program. Unfortunately, until this year sophomores on the verge of declaring a major were left to drift aimlessly with no structured declaration program to guide them. The result was confusion and frustration for many. Students entered a major blindly or with very little idea of what they wanted. They didn't know basic facts like course requirements, student-adviser ratios, information about honors programs or career opportunities alter graduation. Major Possibilities Mart and the IVclirit'.or. Divs Countdown answers to these questions and more. It w L'.', v -ji'jrr.i : i:cbe coc crJy this semester but also during ibt r.cv tv.- .?. A hi.rhixri sub 12 major can result in mors yx& trzizx&tot. vk:ri ym '.later frai ynz decit like your major. Thrre ar? dx'krsTC ii?.,iuinu1 ruiircrrumtf.inr each mainr and switching majors ctr: giinnu ynut dwiumial requiTemsrus uk vail its beginning a ce cuicr.. Save yourself tzrt leniiuziis- tv. urnnnn;,: ny tne Major Voisifiiiu'es Mart from 9 in. :.: 5 zl l:u r '. ' in. n. tii;i?. And vou wi A Tar Heel By CHIP ENSSLIN 1 stayed in a dorm. The girls laughed at my accent. I slept in a bed. The University of Toronto looks like Duke. The radiator was so hot that we had to leave the window open a crack, lhe washrooms were coed. At Isabel's front door we had to leave our boots in a bag. I was a foreigner. The University of North Carolina basketball team was on TV. Inside we drank hot wine punch. The subway doors stayed open only 10 seconds. My feet were wet. You have to wear a coat when you attend a hockey game. Their student union has a chapel. My gloves froze. I climbed a tree that had snow on it. I rode a streetcar. Don't leave the path, they said. Ty won S25. I sat in the back row. Mark got sick. The bus w ould not wait. Radar got his boots shined. I bought seven subway tokens. "I realized later that a the Brunswick didn't Nancy's Cadillac got stuck in the snow. You can't run uphill on ice. " I he Brunswick isn't like your bars in America," one girl said to me. "I don't like this place very much," said another. "I'm going to the disco." The decor of the Brunswick is like Shakey's, with big tables and wood and lights and large happy parties, i ho stage, a square against the back wall, had as many colored lights flashing as a massage parlor sign. The Brunswick Fickle Finger of Fate Award, in the shape of a hand with an upraised middle finger, hangs on the wall behind the stage. A ripe matron in a tight orange dress runs the show there. We called her Miss Kitty. She sang (some) and introduced the local talent volunteers, because Thursday night at the"Brunny" is amateur night. Our waitress had bony arms and painted eyes. She wore a U.S. Army Rangers blouse and shorts, chew ed gum and rested her free arm on her hip w hile she waited for me to get my money. 1 W o tables away a few long-haired boys were passing a vial of amyl nitrate around. Between acts a thick man with a bouffant (we swore it was a toupee) biased the organ, smiling, rockine Kk to '' OJitf 85th year of editorial freedom cut . inx ta-j answer; .ucx: wiin rUlUL'V. kicks out the Uztx t'p .' Lift" tf. pooriy u Ox have ever ttt psdarz.td is a public place. George Small, the third member of the Miss Kittv -Bouffant-George Small triumvirate, had w hite hair and a gray suit and tried to act respectable in the face of the forces of the ridiculous which surrounded and beset him. He played the organ for the regular acts, and for the local amateur talent. He sat next to the stage at an adjoining table with a tray full of beers. His drunk companion wore a Columbo raincoat which really made him look like a flasher and walked like Peter Lorre. I realized later that a lot of the clientele at the Brunswick didn't have teeth. A small man with a hat on kept his hands in his pockets while he sang a Frank Sinatra song. Some guy named lot of the clientele at have teeth." Henri stood up with tears in his eyes and said "I just want us all to be unified," and sang a French song. "That's just great Henri," said Miss Kitty, after the fashion of Chuck Barris. A Guillermo got up to sing opera, but halfway through he realized he just wasn't cutting it, and quite. The Sally Stollmack Singers crowded on the stage and caused untold disruption. Miss Kitty was flustered by the presence of so many Americans. Just how many were there? Mack drank one of George Small's beers, and George got mad. The Singers forgot their words. Sally laughed too hard to hold the mike correctly. I'xit Singers. Ty Hraswell got on stage. "I'm a little intimidated by playing foreign audiences." he said, "ibis is my Canadian debut." He played Dixie on his teeth, so admirably that patrons bought all his beers for him the rest of the evening. A mongoloid dwarf named Johnny perched up on a chair and belted out "Oklahoma!" "C'mon. girls!" he said. "Don't hite your nails! C'mon up!" He got five pi K out ot the audicncetocome do the t ist. All this time the hippies are still posing tii.it ann I nitrate and giggling. In the lien's liHim three dark men letters to the editor Gov. Hunt made right decision in Ten case To the editor: . It is unfortunate that the editorial concerning the Wilmington 10 was so poorly titled, too strongly worded, and misrepresented feelings and facts ("Gov. Hunt shames state with Wilmington 10 decision," Jan. 25). First of all, Gov. Hunt has not shamed the state by his decision. Any reasonable poll would indicate strong feelings in favor of his stand. Secondly, the governor's actions were limited. With the evidence available now, it is unclear whether the Wilmington 10 are guilty or not. Furthermore, at the time of the trial, a jury composed often whites and two blacks were convinced unanimously that they were guilty and later, higher state courts have upheld the decision. Considering the alternatives open to Gov. H unt, his decision was a wise one. Unlike the statement in the editorial that "Hunt has sentenced the Ten to stay in jail," the governor has reduced the terms of the Ten because he thought the sentences were excessive. One option not available to Gov. Hunt was to order a retrial. In being critical of the editorial, we wish to emphasize that the editorial writers) could have made a better case for the Wilmington 10 by writing a more factual and less emotional piece. Certainly, the Wilmington 10 deserve an adequate review of their trial and conviction, especially that based on evidence that the witnesses may have been pressured in providing testimony detrimental to the defendants. Hopefully, all the factors will be reviewed by the Federal courts, but your editorial indicating that the governor has brought shame to the state and performed his obligations wrongfully neither helps the Wilmington 10 nor influences moderates to be sympathetic to their cause. Philip Hirsch Jack D. Voigt Lois S. Todd Dental Research Center Smells a rat To the editor: Over a month ago we were treated to a DTH front page with two anguished and harassed photographs of Steve Gould accompanied by an article which described h ism&til from Student Graphics because skid orpisimk!! hod hst money. Since that time i&rgt ad strange surplus has been inuid is Stiora! GdvertSDess funds. I smell mi Duet uin'tnif elHt? Htil ihs Sruisai Grapiua. tuznumr test eianaaaf toss!;'? V.'Uh xnmTKTtsnt unfl iitiuciceiit jst.ms himiuisd iron) -.oSsc? Tditspt some yroag lt!mi3tsin und nasvurat Khctmi ft bay jams atop Toronto's CN Curly hair and American clothes err looting a joint. One approached me about his mission, the Church of Scientology. Maybe I had heard of it? He said he had inherited a quarter of a million and was spending that to spread the Gospel. He gave me his card, which had his name written on it, and "Anytime tonight" penciled underneath. "I wrote that for a young lady," he said. I went back to the table. A boy near me picked up his coat, and he knocked over a glass, which rolled off the table and shattered. No one seemed to notice. Two days later 1 was riding a bus uptown, and I saw the Church of Scientology, which had been gutted by fire the night before. Firemen still tramped around, and spectators watched. The trees next to the building were frozen from the firehoses, and a trail of icicles ran down the power lines. I didn't want to get off the bu when we got to Toronto. I was so plea wi f?h our group from Chapel Hill and havir.g somuch fun with them that I dwin't ast our numbers to double in hen everyone reunited with his or h,i "vt" I was apprehensive about tr, ot, apprehensive about the group that td spent Homecoming Weekend w?h ux in Chapel Hill last emter. 1 wa a UvAk tired. We got off the bus and the firtt place they took us was the LI Mocambo, for a beer. This is the bar where the Rolling Stones had recorded a live concert laa March. The Mocambo is a dive on the outskirts of Chinatown, and we walked there past street signs written in Chinese. The snow on the ground was slushy and gray. The waiter wiped his nose with his hand and then brought me my sandwich. We drank two quarts of Molson's. Two fags were at the next table. The juke box was playing "Love Me Two Times." The Stones had signed autographs upstairs, on a playbill, which is now so valuable that it was put under glass and bolted to the wall. "Are you feeling good?" Mick asks the Mocambo audience at the Mocambo on side four. "Are you feeling loose now? A bit more relaxed? 1 feel like stroking everybody. Stroke me Billy. Stroke me darling. Should we introduce the band now?" on it. They might find this year's Watergate right here at UNC. Michael Beckerman 100 Barclay Road Injustice plagues N.C. To the editor: It is a dark time in North Carolina history. And the whole world is seeing the darkness of injustice that covers North Carolina like a plague. President Carter blasts other nations which practice cruel and inhuman 1 -a- m immz gohfany? "You're among friends," the customs agent told us when we told him we were from North Carolina. "We're Southerners, too. Southern Ontario." Many times our Southern identity seemed to be more significant to the Canadians than was our American. Many of these people we stayed with had been to Chapel Hill. "You people are so damned polite," I often heard them say. "Are you with the South American contingent?" A woman asked me at church. "The cookies and coffee are over there." "Evans dismisses Yale chance; keeps Liberals' hopes alive" said the headline. John Evans is the president of the University of Toronto. He is newsworthy because he told the Yale committee he did not want to be considered for the job of president of that nchool, thus keeping alive the speculation that he could be the Liberal Party's candidate in the next election. We had dinner at his home, a mansion in the Rosedale section of Toronto. He THE 4. , f MACLEAN a MACLEAN 7 rr. punishment, conciliation and treatment to their people while he and the rest of the people in America neglect and ignore the same thing going on here. It is time to clean up our own backyard. Support the release of the Wilmington 10. Let it be known that the people will no longer allow themselves to be ruled by tyrants who have mocked the Constitution and Bill of Rights of the people. North Carolina is being watched by the world, and its very future is at stake. Vaughn McLenore Nashville, Tenn. Canadian mutual! why..? Tower during exchange and his wife collect Canadian art and Indian art. On his coffee table was a book of Karsh's portraits. Inside was a photograph of Marshall McLuhan, who held a seminar for us the second day we were in Toronto. The difference between indoors and outdoors is indicative of all the extremes "we encountered in Toronto, from the Brunswick to dinner with Evans; from the Mocambo to the offices of Parliament, where a reception was held in our honor by the lieutenant governor of the province. The man introduced you as you walked across the red carpet beneath the crystal chandelier, "Mr. Chip Ensslin, your honorable," and you shook the hand of the Right Honourable Pauline McGibbon, the Queen's representative in Ontario. She calls Northrop Frye, "Norrie." They were at the university together. She was our hostess as at a reception where Claude Bissell and his wife and McLuhan were also guests. Plates of the best hors d'oeuvres I've ever tasted were circulating, and two tuxedoed s POLES PS f ' -f . The Chapel Hill Dome To the editor: The front-page article Friday on the Blue Sky candidates seemed to be an editor's admission that regardless of how absurd the platforms and candidates may appear, the party's . continued existence and support necessitate some sort of responsible news coverage. There are, however, significant problems in Chapel H ill that provide for a party which, survives predominantly by the satirization of life at Carolina. Perhaps most clearly indicative of this is a platform based on the allocation of funds for the construction of a dome above Chapel Hill. Is there in many respects not already such an enclosing structure? Consider the major issues of the first term this year at UNC. First a water shortage that was local enough to be alleviated by water from a city only a few miles away. Surely there was a drought, but I doubt that politicians would be pressured by the UNC student body against passage of a bond issue to enlarge the reservoir in a manner, for instance, that would produce ecological considerations. Other nationwide issues such as Southern Bell's installation rates and parking lot designations have become headlines while items dealing with national politics and energy situations are delegated to the last page of one weekly issue. This is disappointing, considering the influence and energy conservation that could be realized in a University of this size. While the Tar Heel cannot be expected to provide comprehensive national news coverage, a realization must be made that a very real world exists outside of Chapel Hill and beyond the confines of the ACC. The high school slogans and promises of this year's student government campaign serve only to remind me that there are greater achievements that could be attained by a body of so many thousands of men and women in an educational institution than the maintenance of its own physical plant and of successful athletic competition. The recent Women's Festival suggests such potentials. While I do not wish to support the candidates of the Blue Sky party, I urge the consideration of the significance of their existence beyond an offhand "they do it every year." Michael White 624 Craige The Daily Tar Heel welcomes letters to the editor. Letters must be typed, double spaced, on a 60-space line and are subject to condensation or editing for libelous content or bad taste. Letters should not run oyer. 50 lines (300 words) and should be mailed to the Daily Tar Heel, Carolina Union. bartenders kept our glasses full. Representatives of the armed forces were there in full dress, as part of the corps, that escorts and accompanies Mrs. McGibbon. Standing there in that magnificent room, surrounded by the portraits of all the past lieutenant governors, I felt very grand and important, and I realized that when we began I had no conception of what our experiences really were to be in this city of friendliness and security. When we sold those awful fever flags in Kenan Stadium to raise money for the trip, I really had not thought that one day I would have snow fly up in my face while toboganing down the side of a hill on a gold course in residential Toronto. When I sold doughnuts in Bolinwood, I had no idea that we would tour the McMichael Gallery, out in the woods, and learn about Canada's Group of Seven artists or jump from a tree onto a roof with powder a foot deep. I didn't dream that one night I would have a drink 1,250 feet up the CN Tower, revolving beside Lake Ontario. When we told stories and wrote down notes and addresses at that final gathering, I knew there were people there I will never see again. I knew there were some I would. But that was not nearly as important to me as the realization that a blind date with the same sex for two weeks can work, and that we have as much to learn about ourselves as we do about our neighbors to the North. The bus was to leave Toronto at 10:30. We got to the meeting place late, and still everyone was not there. The bar closed at 11. We were laughing and singing and shouting, and when the bus came, everyone went outside to load it. It was snowing big wet flakes, and I didn't have a hat. I didn't want to get on the bus, and a lot of others didn't either. HURRY UP PLEASE; IPS TIME. I waited around and most of the others had gotten on when Larry came around and said that the bus driver was getting mad and we really had to get on. HURRY UP PLEASE; ITS TIME. I walked on the bus and through the window as we pulled away I saw the crowd under the streetlight, waving to us as we rolled away. The E-Man, a junior English major and a junior journalist from Tampa, I la., is arts editor for the Daily Tar Ihrl.
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