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Politics--Was There Ever a Time When Things Were Simple?
No Experience Necessary
Things are in a fine state of affairs.
Of the four candidates running for top positions
on the Executive Council next year, not one has had
any actual experience on the Council.
Neither Barry Mountain nor Gerry Smith has
come to a Council meeting this last year, unless they
were being interviewed; neither Joanne Fitzmaurice
or Eve Overbade has- attended council meeting this
year.
Naturally experience on the Council is not the
only qualification necessary for a top administrator
on the Council. But it does help.
And the four persons nominated for these posi
tions, if sincerely interested in serving as well as they
can, could have been attending Council meetings
which are open to any student.
Last year there was a dearth of available ma
terfal_the parties were justified in looking for com
petent people outside the Council.
The USA had no candidate potential yvho had
served other than Gordon Howard—who had been
selected when he lived in the dormitories, had then
pledged Delta Upsilon when it was AGS, and did
not seek re-nomination after DU turned away from
the bloc and into USA.
However, AGS did have opportunity to select an
experienced candidate—Herb Nill. However, Nill,
who did seek the nomination, was overlooked by
AGS for Gerry Smith. The service that Nill had given
as a Council member was quite satisfactory; the rea
sons for overlooking him must have been outside his
work on the Council.
What were these reasons?
Did AGS consider Smith such an outstanding
candidate that despite his lack of service on the Coun
cil he would make a better student body president
than Herb Nill?
Or are there other reasons? Is it possible that a
faction within AGS is more interested in seeing of
fices equally divided among houses than they are in
seeing good student government? Is it possible that
pressure outside AGS has been placed on bloc mem
bers to nominate a candidate connected with that
outside pressure? Is it possible that Nill was over
looked because he has refused to follow blind instruc
tions in his position on the Council.
The reasons for Smith’s nomination may play an
important part in the decisions of many persons who
have not yet decided whom they are going to vote for.
And that is what AGS and Smith must convince
the students of this week—that Smith is the best pos
sible candidate for student body president among the
fraternity and sorority people; and is best qualified
to serve the University as student body president.
Confusin' but Amusin'
Who’s most confused about politics?
Art Johnson, Barry Mountain, Gerry Smith, AGS,
or USA?
Has the USA been taken in by Greek Greeks in a
diabolical plot to get stronger Greek representation
on the Council ?
Has the AGS and/or USA been duped by ATO
and DU?
Is Gerry Smith the indirect cause for breaking the
Greek bloc?
Will the ATOs re-join the AGS ? And if so, when ?
Immediately before, immediately after, or quite
sometime after the election? Never?
Does the USA trust Barry Mountain and the
ATOs? Do Bai-rv Mountain and ATOs trust USA?
Does anybody trust anybody ?
. Where does TNE fit in? Is Smith a TNE? Is
Mountain a TNE ? Are TNEs TNEs ? What is TNE ?
Will independents consider it worth the bother to
go to the polls and vote? Will they vote for Moun
tain or Smith? Will they write-in a candidate?
Won’t somebody step up and answer some of the
questions ? All we need now is a qualified third candi
date who will get the trust of independent and Greek
and who can avoid the tinge af “dirty politics” being
so loosely thrown around.
Anybody qualified?
Oh Ain
Sun Bathing and Senior Philosophy
by Ma>Uy 'finest
There were two seniors, engaged in the
pleasant pastime of sun worshipping. They
were lying on their bellies out on the lawn,
kicking their heels in the air, and letting the
warmth tan their bodies.
“Y’know, I oughta be studying,” said one.
I’ve got a term paper to hand in.”
“Me too,” said the other.
For a moment there was silence. Then “You
got anything lined up after school?”
“Not a thing, how about you?”
“Think I’ll go to work with the old man.”
“Boy I'm sure going to miss this place next
fall,” said the first.
“I won't,” said his friend. “No more study
ing, no worrying about grades, no having to
beg some woman to go out with you on Sat
urday night.”
“You’d have to beg if you were the only
man on this campus,” said his companion.
Another silence.
“Y’kncnv, I wonder what it is that brings
alums back to school after a couple of years.”
“I don’t know, a chance to see a football
game, a chance to show the boys what a big
wheel he is, maybe he just wants to try to be
young again.”
“Or maybe if he brings the wife down with
him, he’s getting his first chance to go to a
campus dance.”
“That’s no lie. I know a guy who hasn’t
missed a Homecoming or Junior Weekend in
seven years as an alum. While he was in
school, he thought Mac Court was strictly a
place to play basketball.”
“Would you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Autograph my Oregana when'we get in
side.”
“You collecting autographs now?”
“You know how it is, you sit atound some
evening, pick the book up, and remember all
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On the Rat}
An Iron Curtain, A Challenge (Softball)
JHettebl
Dear Editor:
Recently 3 articles were printed by this newspaper
concerning the attitude of foreign students, and
their outlook upon American university life at an
institution typical of higher education. After one
year of association with the students, faculty, and
townspeople, these foreign students have undoubt
edly gained much from their democratic surround
ings, enabling them to bring back to their countries
not only a greater perspective of the democratic
processes, but an opportunity as potential leaders
to institute these processes in their respective coun
tries.
However, after reading these stories, another ar
ticle appeared on the same page a few days later.
This one was also written by a student, and related
the sequence of how he was forced to move by his
landlady because he had a few students visiting him.
These students had the great misfortune, depend
ing on how you look at it, of having been born with
skin of a darker hue.
It was evident to all concerned that the landlady
was apparently able to distinguish the shades of
color of the individual’s skin, but was color-blind to
the facts of life, namely: that when God created
all men equal, he was sincere. Either we who main
tain this thesis are hypocritical, or else this wo
man’s sense of equality is perverted. I intend to be
lieve the latter, unless someone can prove other
wise.
However, the important thing to keep in mind
is, if these foreign students are indicative of the
ones that are studying here, are they being exposed
only to those factions of our society which would
create a favorable impression?
We do not have to go off campus to witness the
many flagrant violations of these human rights, as
they are visible right in our very midst. One reads
in the newspapers of the Russian Iron Curtain, but
may we not often wonder whether one exists here
also?
M. G. Sahr
An Open Letter to Kwama, Sophomore Women's
Honorary
Dear Goils:
Left-handed, smeft-handed. Women play soft
ball? Phoey! the old work horses accept the chal
lenge. New members were picked Friday but the
old reliables are still around.
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Political Daydreaming:
Ducks in a Pond
by Bab fyutdz
Once long ago and far away in the Golden West there was a
lovely green pasture wherein dwelt a lot of ducks. Now there
were two kinds of ducks—blue ducks and green ducks. They
did not get along. The blue ducks were blue about the green
ducks being green, and the green ducks were green about the
blue ducks being blue. It was hell.
They lived in separate ponds, and paddled around stirring up
silt and cpiacking loudly and being generally obnoxious to each
other. This went on for a long time, until an Event took place.
It seemed that there were certain fish in these ponds, and that
each duck was supposed to get his share of tl\e fish for eating
purposes.
It occurred to some of the blue clucks that some of the larger
ducks in their pond were getting more than their share of fish.
This conflicted with the smaller ducks’ ideals—and besides,
they were getting hungry. So late one night eight of them left
the blue duck pond and crept over to the green duck pond.
The next morning they yelled “Alia, you nasty, fish-hogging
old blue ducks, we’ve come over here with the green clucks,
where the fish are apportioned according to democratic prin
ciple !” And then, “Now that we're here the green duck pond is
the most powerful in the pasture !” So for a long time the eight
blue clucks lived in the green pond and caught fish with the help
of the green ducks.
Then some among the eight began to wonder if the green
pond was so-different from the blue one, after all. They thought
they noticed a slight tinge of mud in the water. So, one by one,
a few of them went back to the blue pond.
The blue ducks remaining in the green pond were disturbed.
They yelled “Aha, it is WHO, the nasty, secret blue duck or
ganization, that is making these ducks go back!” This was
news to the ducks who had gone back. WHO was sort of an
adult s version of the bogey-man. Xo one seemed to be able to
prove its existence, but it was so much fun to talk about, and
besides, mere mention of it could keep the little ducklings* in
line. In fact, the little ducklings used to chant:
“Sure I know there's WHO—
Cuz my momma told me so!”
Now, it seemed to these same remaining blue ducks that it
was time to take drastic steps to retain the position of suprem
acy of the green duck pond in the pasture. So they began to
nose about for more blue ducks to come over, and sure enough,
they found a couple of great big (ugh) hairy-chested ducks
who didn’t like fishing prospects in the blue duck pond.
To one of these they said “Come over and we’ll give you the
biggest fish in our pond!” And to another, “We’ll let you fish
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