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THE NEBRASKAN
Tuesday, April 16, 1946
EDITORIAL
COMMENT
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editor Betty Ruatoa
Managing Editors Phyllis Teaitarden, Shirley Jenkins
News Editors Mary Alice I'awood, rhyllis MoruocK, ac unmu
n&l KAVAtnv. Msxlhella Holeomb
Sports Editor Ueorce Miller
Boelety Editor P Tool
The Top 400 .
This is the one day out of the entire year when the
University takes time out to give due recognition to those
people with the highest scholastic rankings in the school.
For an hour this morning students and faculty members
will gather m a convocation which is a salute of pride to
over 400 Nebraska coeds and men.
Honors Convocation is a Nebraska tradition. It is one
of the few occasions at Nebraska when the pomp and cere
mony, the serious side of the educational process, is actu
ally on display. The faculty members in their robes, the
appearance of an outstanding educator and American as
speaker, the impressive list of awards to be made, give
the gathering an air which is duplicated at no other time
during the school year. It is a moment when we stop and
think about the real reason for spending four years on the
campus.
All of us cannot be at the top of the honors list. Stu
dents vary in ability and in interests. Different students
may attend the same classes and carry on the same kind
of studies and yet receive varying degrees of education.
Those who have rated highest, the 400 to be honored out of
the 6,000 enrolled, have worked hard to earn the right to
have their names at the head of the list.
When we go to Honors Convocation this morning we
will go to hear a noted Nebraskan and to honor some of
those people who will be the noted Nebraskans of the future.
Entry Number Three . . .
Confusing to many people, including us, is the entrance
of a third political party in the muddled political fray on
the campus. Most puzzling seems to be the question of
why anyone thinks a third party is necessary when two
parties are already in existence.
The leaders of the new party answer this with what at
present boils down to two statements. Many of them say
they are dissatisfied with the existing parties and cannot
wholeheartedly give their support to either. This dissatis
faction appears to stem from a feeling, justified or un
justified, that an undesirable controlling bloc is present in
each of the existing parties.
Secondly, University party members state that they
hope to encourage campus interest in student elections,
getting a greater number of people out to vote.
The first test of the new party will come when its
leaders appear at a special Student Council meeting this
afternoon, seeking approval. We have no idea what hap
pens if approval is granted, but whatever it is should be
interesting. Three parties, each glancing over their shoul
ders to keep track of the others, may prove exciting. We're
buying a ringside ticket.
Jfai CfaJv Can
by
Marthella Holeomb
Don't miss honors convocation
this morning at ten. There has
been official notification to the
effect that the chancellor will be
there. Those ol you who didn't
attend your freshman reception
and are not graduating this spring,
had better trot to the coliseum
Last chance to see the chancellor.
Once there was an eager little
freshman who wandered down to
college, intent on gaining the sort
of college education which would
make it possible for her to wear a
PBK key at the end of the first
five semesters and receive PhD
in six. It wasn't long before she
compromised on a Mortar Board
pin at the end of six semesters,
and a ring on five. Finger, that is
It was early in the fall se
mester that she first began to
hear people murmuring, in under
tones, of course, ". . ., the council,
you know." Since it was always
accompanied by a reverent sigh,
she decided it was some sort of
super-natural society whose mem
bers had taken a blood oath to
defend their school against any
and all encroachments, even dan
delions.
As mid-semester examinations
came around in April she noticed
that the janitors had stopped
sweeping in the corners. Before
condemning this seeming lack of
thoroughness, she looked closer,
to discover that every corner was
filled with a thin fellow named
Miller, pounding his left fist in
his right palm, while someone else
stood nodding and muttering.
That s right, thats absolutely
right."
Feeling that this tall joker
must be more than ambidextrous,
f not amphibious then omnipo
tent, the poor little freshman
staggered into the Crib to gain
some strength by a quick pick
me-up (chocolate milk to those
of you who ve never tried a 400).
It was there she viewed a woe
begone spectacle, which made her
weep in her b . . . bottle of milk.
In a wide, leather cushioned booth
was propped a rigid form covered
with cobwebs. The third look
convinced her it was human. A
passing waiter, whom she'd grace
fully stopped with an outstretched
shoe (a trick she picked up at
Harvard ... air base), explained
that the relic was John B. (for
big wheel) Cook, who'd sat there
talking politics afternoon after
afternoon until his bones ossified
around his coke glass, and he was
trapped in the threads of the tales
he d been weaving.
It was about this time that she
began reading the student news
paper which, though not a cloth
ier's house organ, had gained the
(See ASH CAN, page 4.)
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Dear Madame Editor,
I have observed that some of my fellow students have new faith
in the future of the University of Nebraska, because the operating
superintendent has caused a little fertilizer to be scattered on the
north side of R street. It seems that as soon as we get grass on the
campus, our school will be one of the world's better institutions of
higher learning.
The fact remains that all the landscaping the campus can stand
still does not make a school. The cultivation of Ihe intellect requires
not well-trimmed lawns but teachers. The question that should trouble
students is not how soon our campus will rival the neatness of Ante
lope Park, but how soon will our school's overworked and tired faculty
be brought to full strength;
I am not objecting to the encouragement of grass on our academic
prairie. Grass is a fine thing. But the best way for Nebraska's lazy,
academic drudges to acquire a little intellectual discipline and a con
cern for metaphysics is for them to argue with their professors. Thus,
if there are no professors around, there is no school. This is why stu
dents should be interested in having at least as much money spent on
professors as is spent on the landscape.
If too much of the school's resources are expended on grass, and
too little on professors, we students might as well stay at home and
contemplate our front lawns as come to the university and expect to
be educated. One of these Honors Days, the students of this univer
sity are going to wake up with the best stand of grass in the middle
west and no school. Elmer Sprague
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