Page Two The Chapel Hill Weekly Chape] Hill North Carolina lJf E. Rnsfmi'' Telephone V-ISTI or klfil E'er? Tucwdty and Friday By The Chape’. Hiti Publt*hinc l ßf Lons Graves Conn but twp Editor Jot Josces Managing Edito- BruiT Aetsttf Asroricrc lauir Chi ck Havsef Assoncu Lducr- OrrniJ C/JMJPEr-: Genera; Mcnapr- O T Watkins .Adrrtuinf Dx'cnn- Feei Dale Ci*ruictior. .Vcr^pr- CharitoV Campeeu Mechanical 5u;»: fcnter-ec t; wronc-cm*.' rr.Alter Tefiruari 21 UCi •' tl* porlotliM f Cr.iirx Hit. Nortr. Carolina unier th» ocl of Marrr ?, ;FIV SUBSCRIPTION KATLb It. Orange County. Year JA.OO if months St. 2; i nvtithi J 15( • Oulsiae (d Ortr.pt County ty the Y tar State of N C., Yk.. a:>c i. C A-Bf Other .‘Xfi trie In*!, of C?-tuTr.t»»a £.OO Canada, Mexico, South Amer.'.t T.W Europe " -Bf In the Days When Mud Was a Problem On the University Campus Dear Mr. Editor. In these days of high tension over th< preset 11 dent cart n. th< campus, of an election to recall the editors of the Tar He'. f r the:r oj.-n --ions on big time foot baa and the pos sibility that the Board • f Higher Edu cation may make an important recom mendation f r or against “Consolida tion,” it may Iprove relaxing to turn the clock back t late January 1925 to an exchange of letters between a “mere student' writing* under the pseu donym.. Perc.va. Sylvester DePeyster, and the iat- former President Harry Wood burn Chase-. “Trie subject of the exchange was' MUD. due in large measure to the heavy traffic incident to the big bund ing program of the University in the 1920 s and to the Carolina, Inn then recently completed. The spur track of the railroad from Carrboro brought the heavy building materials to the South Campus near where the present flag pole stands, but from that point they had to be hauled to all parts of the campus. The west end of Cameron Avenue cam* in for particularly hard usage. “But,, through the Tar Heel of Jan uary 21 arid 2k. 1925, let Mr. Dt-Pey ster and President Phase paint the scene and point ouvthejriorai, keeping in mind th< anniversary of. Hintoi James day. which falls on February 12. the day on which the fir.-', student to erg - • • ■ Americr tab t ei ty .... ten day - after Ground Hog Day which is frequently attended by “falling' weather! Sincerely, l>iui- K. Wii-on. (ENCLOSURES; ( ore< riun y Mud A Letter to President Harry W <,odburri * hast Dear Sir; Often we hav» -n*ri you strolling about th< campu ■. Br< -idi-nt t’hase, but alway.- on da - wh'-n th« -in was beaming down upon us, and the birds were singing sweetly in the trees that shade- the d< ar Old We ~ •Such strolls about our beautiful campus such corrnnunioiis with God and nature, must have been inspiring and all that, but right now the popular subject is MUD. Yesterday 1 went on a stroll, neither to admire the campus nor to hold com munion with the Unseen, but for the • worldly and compulsory duty of pay s2.2s for a single text-book. It was raining most vigorously, as it has been doing for some time past, and J was compelled to cross Cameron Avenue. I searched in vain for one un muddy spot, hut such was not to be found. So 1 was forced to wade through, and President Chase, the mud—soupy, gooey, sloppy, oozey mud—-was three and four and five inches deep. Each step that 1 took, the mud crept up and up. On returning I had to cross again, making the sixth time inside five hours that I had been forced to wade through that mud. And on this sixth time, Dr. Chase, one of your Negro employees came riding down the avenue at 35 per, in his Ford coupe, and with a Wave of goo gushing out from both sides, blanketed me thor oughly from my belt down to just above the ankle. The rest of my nether limbs were safely buried in mud and so es capel the deluge. Last night as I lay in bed, my poor feet ached terribly, Dr. Chase, and nothing that I could do would stop '* itG Today I have a cold. All this in : —L. ’ .. . < spite of the fart that I wear a pair of Mr Lacock s heaviest hob-nails, and two pairs of Grady Pritchard £ 25- cent Rockford socks. President Chasi. d- you ever stroll about the campus or. such a day as were Monday and Tuesday' Or do you sit in the warmth and dryness of your mansion, or palatial office, and never ever, know that there is mud in Cha?*l m - While I am lust a mere student. Mr. President, and damnably mere at that. I don’t like cold, wet feet. It seems t me that in this day of science and invention anc w;tr, our own School k Exchange building, to make **' *h( water drair, off and not collect 1 bebeve it can be done, if if w- re tried. Yes. .f it were tried just r. • It would :>• r igfty convenient for the 1.999 other rro-D students here and it would m * c -t mr re than a half u 'Z* t. of Dr. C ker - bu.-hes. President r n a-s*. pity the poor co eds in weather like this! And President / r.a-e. if nothTg can be done, if we m.-ust stick in the rr A until the Legi-lature grants us $50,090 for pavement can’t Cameron Avenue be closed uu t car 1 - and other vehicles that cut the avenue and make bad matters worse!' Can’t the Negroes, and workmen, and professors walk like the rest of us mere students? Can’t West Gate be shut up until our pavement comes, and if the pro fessors must ride, car.’t they go an extra mile around by the road by the Tin Can? Slimy mud, three and four inches deep, ain’t no joke, and to sit in class with cold, aching feet ain’t no joke. They say that the legislators are coming up here Friday. President Cha.se; if jt stop- raining in the mean time, won’t you give us permission to pull out the fire hose, just for that special occasion, arid make things, just for that day, just as they were Monday and Tu< -day? If we can do that, Presi dent Uoase, I believe the legislature will go back to Raleigh and pass a bill, the first thing they do, entitled, “For ng ttan enue, .$50,000, and rr or<- if necessary.” Sincerely yours, Pt n ival Sylvester DePey-ter Ifijura) for Mud,’’ Sa>s Chase Mr. Per< veter D< pey ster Chapel Hill, North Carolina Dear Percy; You v.r;ii me about mud. You wr '< fei-l:r,g!y and well, with passion and yet with-du* restraint. Your vigor and ciaritv -.f expre-sion, your vreah ilar.. are a credit to your own wide reading and do the instruction which ffered I n d< partment o) Kng ] j sh. Howe-, ii J'ercival, 1 must-confess that your if ti-nce On the in. port ance of pavement -mder your feet whenever you sally forth from "your comfortable loom evidences a -oftening ol fibre which 1 fear is all too common in these decadent d; .-. Not ,-o, I'ercival Syl vester, did our birefat hers conduct the;nsi-lvi To theii\ minds, an irn jiortant, indeed an • ssential element in the training of youth, was that a cer tain discomfort, a certain hardship, should attend tin- process—that is toughened and strengthened both the physical and moral fibre of young men. Consult, ii you like, with the older alumni of the University, and learn how definitely such a theory was once put into practice, and then you will, J know, be grateful that some few ele ments of Spartan simplicity and dis cipline still remain to us. As for myself, I have reached a certain age. Discomfort has not the value for maturity that it possesses for youth. When, indeed, has an older generation felt called upon to endure itself the hardships it has deemed nec essary for its juniors? ’■ But, Mr. DePeyster, you not only would do away with salutary discom fort, you would destroy one of the old est of the University’s traditions. It is recorded that when HintoriUJames, first of the University students, walk ed from Wilmington through the mud of winter to take up his residence at Chapel Hill, in 1795, his feet trod the soil of Cameron Avenue, then a road cut through virgin forest. The mud of Cameron Avenue helped to make him what he became. Since his day, . as the generations have passed, pic- THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY r — f Llkr Chapel BUI jgggu For several years the Chi Phi house (the frame structure which now houses the District Health De partmont) was the lone fraternity survivor of Old Fraternity Row. Because of fires and “keeping up with the Joneses." ne by one the other fraternities had moved out. leav ing the Chi Phis alone and half hidden in the trees. My first rec illections of. Chaj-e! Hill centered there. In fact. 1 arrived at the University with Joe Mor ris of Chare tte, and he took me by the house and introduced me to some of the boys. One of them ask ed if 1 had considered joining a fraternity, and I re ’ plied that J hoj>ed to “pledge Phi P.eta Kappa." It was there that Ox Shuf rd. Sam Presson and “Sac" Foard at periodic interval- got the idea that everyone should be roused from slumber at 2 or 3 a.m. There it was, too, that Roy McDade slept on a couch one night with three of Gertie's puppies playing leap frog i n his chest. The puppies’ father was named Damnit. R y didn’t awake until a pup named Jim Magner Later belonging to EYis Fysai) tried to lick off Roy - oeard. “Go away." Roy said. “I don’t want to play now." Many r. n-Cr.i Phis roomed there during the sum mer month- Among them wa- the ba.-eball player Nor man Md 'a-k. who habitually walked in his sleep. Along are ut the same time. Robert C. Ruark wa a cartoon:.-1 1 r the Buccaneer. Also on the staff were Pete Ivey, Dm shoemaker. B' b Mason, and E. C. Dan iel. now pr< •• nerit newspapermen, and Peter Hairston, who served a r .tch. in the 1955 Gen* ral A.-.-embly from Davie Count;.. About th. .-ame time, John Manning never wore a coat m ; ’ ■ - Mavne Albright was invariably in knickers and most of u- had the seats,of our pants worn out. It- wa- in the early Thirties. Jack Wardlaw who now make- thousands selling insurance was strum ming his banjo virtually for nothing, mostly for meals. And M. A. Abernethy was editing “Gontempo.” ('. C. Crittendori was telling his history class aiyjut Civil War supply trains that carried “food, ammunition, medical supplies, women, and everything the army needed.” And McGraw-Hill’s George Bryant engaged Jonathan Daniels in a heated argument over whether th<-re was beauty in a hog pen, that for the edification of Phillips Russell’- creative writing class. Red-headed Albert Suskin turned in at the in firmary and was inadvertently put in the red measles ward, and we told the story about Bo Shepard being taken to the West Point football coach who was look ing for a quarterback. “Here - your quarterback, coach." th. story went. “That little fellow!” the coach exclaimed. “Yes, what squad do you want him on?” “Rut him on the yeast cake -quad,” wa the reply. * * ¥ H You can tell when a open.- hi- billfold if he is married—-he turns his baelo * JT * CheerfuliM at me; aid he a great ne< d. Maybe -o, but it i.-rU half a- filling as good food. • V t * X Troubles are akin to dog-. The -mailer they are the more annoying. H H * * Given two evils, sorm lolks will choo < the lesser unless then is more money in the oth< r. H * % ¥ Television in the home has i lined a good place to deep <■- Chapel Hill Chaff (Continued from iJajre 1) in h' oliai ',i not them t. ■;■ i .■(.•] ;■ .i. P ' ».i- V. ') many Catholi' among , will Cm! it diffii- 1 t to nd'-; Ctnd how peculiar that wa- sixty year ago. In that remote era and 111 th j remote eorner of the world < -th' ■ were -trange a- lbrigal Tigers and were regarded hy a consid< able part of the population . just about as dangerous. At that time | was a schoo boy and was an intere-te,i observer of the spell the M Caul! g'lrls worked upon the University students who thronged to the house to rail upon them. (Iti those day young men who were attentive to young women were called “suitors” and “beaux;” it was not till many years later that “dates” meant anything hut a kind of fruit.) I wasn’t jealous of the stu dents, for I hadn’t arrived at an age where I could even be considered as a suitor or a beau. But I was jealous of the McCaull girls because of one privilege that they pos sessed and I didn’t. No doubt they said their prayers de-* votedly but, there being no Catholic church in Chapel Hill, they didn’t go to church. 1 had taken an intense dislike to church attendance, probably be- old traditions of this place. It is time to ask ourselves whether the urge for material progress is not supplanting the old simple virtures in our midst. .Shall we, in the name of progress, abol ish one of the most typical of our in heritances—that fine, rich mixture of red earth and H2O, th6 memory, and often the visible traces of which, Uni versity men carry with them to the ends of the earth? I repeat, shall we? Sincerely yours, H. W. Chase - cause it was something en forced upon me. When I would start for church Sunday jnom ing, there would be Mrs. Mar tin and her nieces, sitting on the front porch or the lawn, chatting, reading, and, if 'the weather was warm, as it of ten was, waving their palm leaf fans. How happy they looked! And so, as I went to do my penance, my thought was: “What luck, to have a three months' vacation from going to church!" I was not the only person who observed with envy our boarders’ immunity from church attendance. One other I remember was Dolph Man gum. a University student who had won great popularity with his merry humor, his guitar and banjo picking, and his ballad singing. He said to me one day: “i've had enough churchgoing to last a lifetime. After I graduate I’m going to join the Catholics and pick out a place to live where there's not any Catholic church.” *r * * It seem- a pity that, con sidering the town's urgent need for parking aieas, the public i- told to keep off twos, that ■ • M : eat val le. One C the big paved yard back of the bus station, own ed by the Carolina Coach Company. Frequently persons who come to meet bus.-es have to find places for their cai ori the streets while this wide expan.-e of pavement lie- bate before their eys. Is it reason able for the company not to provide places for the cars of patrons, the condition now pre vailing. and yet bar this space, from use? Observe the sta tion, the busses as they come and go, and the whole prop erty, and you see that a good proportion of the now unused space could be used without any interference to bus opera tion and without causing pas sengers to run any more than the ordinary risk run by all pei sons on busses and on streets. The other place J have in mind , the east side of Hen derson street from the post offiie down, to Rosemary Uri ti! now parking was allowed on both sides of this block for the particular benefit of p‘-oP!c going to arid from the po-t office. With a 10-minute • unit, and cars constantly mov ing in and out, the pavement was put to the ideal parking e that is, short-interval u - 'I he traffic, being one-way, was ahie to move smoothly and with few delays between th<- lwo low, of parked caC- A large nvr/ibei of people who use the p.,-t office every day havi b*-» n incovenjenred without appreciable advantage to anybody by the aldermen’s i riaeting an otdirianee again t parking be d. 'he ea-.t < urh Ihe only ariswei I pot at the Town Hall, when 1 asked , the rea-on for «hi measure, was that it wa 1 - adw *,j hy a Dur ham traffic i-yj/v- 11 whom the ■ idennen i ..* : tit U con I I* Husk ins In Statesville Record & I .a nil mark People who throw IfJ ef / ; ; bage on <>tbei peopii-’.v pi op city should first remove their mail from ii. That i-, unle-s they just don't give a damn. What we an- talking about is this business of people who live in town hauling their trash out arid dumping it on people who live in the country. We live in the country east of Statesville. Our driveway has every characteristic of a private drive, ft is entered through a gate with a name plate on it. Our house is situated some »-<« i-e....: ■ , , ........ 4 Off thv Tmrn ; J: R> Chuck Hauser * I WENT INTO THE BANK of Chapel Hill by the rear door the other day, and stopped at the first writ ing* table apainst the wall to make cut a deposit slip. I looked around the table for a pencil, found none (someone'had thoughtfully removed the desk pencil . from its chain), and reached in mv pocket to dip out one of my own. "Hold it!” said Bill Cherry, whose office is in the wooden counter-like enclosure at the rear of the hank. And he came running* out of his g*ate with a pencil held hig*h. “Thank you.” I said. “Didn’t want to g*ive you any more 'ammunition for your ’column,” said he. And then added, ‘ Funny thing about those pencils. A lady came in the other day, stopped at this same desk, and looked for the pencil. Someone had walked off with it, so I came out and gave her a new one, just as I did for you. She made out her deposit slip, opened her pocketbook, dropped the pencil inside, and took it home with her.” I offered my sympathies and promised Bill to bring him some pencil stubs I had been saving* at the office for a rainy day. ***** THE CAROLINA BASKETBALL TEAM appeared in bright new uniforms the other night, but I'm not sure I care for their choice in evening attire. The uniforms were white, with large blue numerals edged in black, and blue sox. The shorts have a wide waistband made of what appears to be some sort of webbing in a tight red check, and this same red web 'bing is used over the shoulders of the warmup jackets, which have a-big caricatured ram’s face on the hack and a tarred heel with the player’s numeral on the left sleeve like an Army uniform patch. The strangest thing about the new uniform is the stripe down the side of the shorts. Now every basketball uniform I have ever seen has had a stripe down the side of the shorts, but usually the stripes are thin. The ones on these new jobs are Carolina blue and they are quite wide, creating an optical il lusion which makes the players appear right fat through the hips. The new uniforms didn’t seem to bother the boys’ playing ability, however, as they pulverized William and Mary with that meatgrinder second half. ***** I WALKED INTO THE Pine Room in the base ment of Lenoir Hal! the other noon to grab a bite of lunch before going to a short story writing class I’m taking under novelist Max Steele. As soon as I went through the door, I knew something was dif ferent. There was a lot more ligrht in the place, and the source of the extra light, I noted a moment later, was a brace of giant floodlamps pointed at a table across the room. Seated at the table was a man with a microphone, and with him were two University students. A movie camera stood a dozen feet away, whirring busily, and at a nearby table sat an earphoned gentleman twirling dials on a complicated looking baby control hoard. I walked over to the group and immediately ran into Uharles Dunn, a former- Weekly staffer who -i i med to he right, in the middle of things. Charlie •i-xplained that he had been appointed official News Bureau guide, for the group, and they represented T'-knows, the Hearst-owned film outfit which supplies tin TV" network- with spot news stuff. A minute later the action sequence at the table wa- finished, and the man with the microphone walked up to us. Charlie introduced him as Jack May, who wa- chief of the crew and worked out of the Telenews Washington bureau. Mr. May explained t hat he was getting film for Al'C’s John Daly show to tie broad cast. at 7:15 that evening. The subject was how integration (of the three undergraduate Negroes) at ■ the University ol North Carolina-contrasted with the violence which attended integration at the University oj Alabama. "* The lights and camera were moved around to another table by this time, and Mr. May sat down and interviewed the three colored students—the Frasier boy- anil John Brandon. Charlie briefed me on how the film had to be completed to make a 1:55 plane out ot Raleigh-Durham for Washington. I promised to watch the show, and took of* for class. I haven’t called Charlie since then to find out whether they missed the plane or what happened, but the film didn’t appear on Daly’s program that night. Maybe there was too much other news breaking to include what was essentially a sidelight feature of the situation here. But those Telenews boys spent a lot of money getting to Chapel Hill with all their equipment, and I’m still expecting to see the films turn up somewhere, either on TV or’possibly in the news reels at a local theatre. fast, we didn't bother to dress and go up and investigate. When we did pass the spot on our way to work, we found that the occupants of the cab had thrown their paper cups and empty whiskey bottles out on the drive and driven off. Only a few mornings ago,, on our way to work, we found that someone had thrown a load' of trash, including beer cans and empty bottles, out alongside our drive some 300 feet from the highway. We got out to clean it up and found, among other things, an airmail letter from a woman in California addressed to a woman who lives on Newbern avenue. We know of no reason 8 IMW fB IJf ■ i m W JB lllfl 1 ITT wt] B fl "9{* H Tl; HOME OF CHOICE CHARCOAL BROILED HR KORY SMOKED STEAKS—FLAMING SIHSKEBAB—BUFFET EVERY SUNDAI Tuesday, February 14, 1956 why garbage originating on Newbern avenue some three or four miles away should end up in our driveway. But there it was. Now, we know what we are feeing to do the next time a taxicab pulls into our yard and turns around without dis charging a passenger. We are going to ask the city rab inspector to find out what he was doing there. But we frank ly don’t know what we are going to do about the garbage. We suspect we will just con tinue picking it up. Hereafter, we hope, no identifying ma terial will be left in it. We just don't want to know that sort of people.