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Wednesday, October 12, 1955
Just what happened yesterday in the Faculty
Everyone would like to know.
But no one needs trouble himself; nothing
After a few minor elections and the approval
of a minor point on the exam proposal, the
meeting was adjourned in approximately 25
A minor point on the exam proposal . . . Let's
see just exactly what this minor point means.
The motion, as presented by Harold Wise,
assistant dean of the Graduate College, clarified
a point in the one week exam resolution passed
la spring. Wise's motion provided for two
days for registration and commencement dur
lnc the academic year 1956-57.
It was approved with only an anemic scat
tering of nay's.
This means, implicitly and explicitly, that the
faculty senate has placed its final stamp of ap
proval on the one week exam period.
If anyone wished to object or even consider
or even discuss the merits of the one-two week
exam proposal, they would have or should have
done so before this last "minor point" was ap
proved. For this approval simply means that the
Faculty Senate will support the one week exam
resolution. And, unless something is done out
side the Senate itself, we'll be taking our exams
in one week in a year hence.
What happened to the block of faculty mem
bers who opposed the exam proposal so violently
last spring? What happened to the group who
claimed they had been out-maneuvered by spe-
cial interests? What happened to the group who
said they voted last spring with incomplete
If they weren't at the meeting, they should
have been. If they were at the meeting, they
should have protested with more than soft nays
from the obscure corners.
Even so, it seems that all members of the
Senate should have been chagrined at the strong
arm methods used last spring to pass the exam
resolution and wanted, out of fairness to them
selves, the student body and the administrative
staff, the proposal reconsidered.
Whether or not we have one week or two
weeks for exams is importantr-but even more
important is the grave injustice shown by the
Not only did they botch the presentation and
passage of the proposal within their own group,
but they completely disregarded student opinion
in their decision.
Last year's Student Council unanimously
passed a resolution showing explicitly their dis
favor with the Senate decision. It was person
ally given to the Chancellor.
This year the students in general, The Ne
braskan and its columnists have expressed dis
favor with the one week plan and its handling
in the Senate.
It appears that not only was little considera
tion given for their opinions, but they have not
even been given the courtesy of an explanation
or a justification.
Let's hope student efforts of repeal through
referendum, the Student Council or the calendar
committee won't be thus opposed. B. B.
Instead Of Coffee
Hanson Baldwin, the military editor of The
New York Times, spoke today to an all-university
convocation in the Coliseum. The subject
of Mr. Baldwin's speech was "War, Politics and
Atoms," a subject on which he is well-versed,
and a subject theoretically vitally interesting to
In his position with the Times, Mr. Baldwin
travels extensively, inspecting military installa
tions, keeping track of the latest developments
in the atomic race and covering the war fronts.
He spends about one week a month in Wash
ington, shuttling back and forth between the
Pentagon and the State Department. He is as
competent as all get out.
How many students went to hear him? Or,
better yet, how much coffee above the normal
amount was poured down scholarly throats after
the ten o'clock dismissal of classes this morn
ing? How many leaders of tomorrow went back
to house and dorm and co-op, threw their books
on the table, took off their shoes and settled
down with a contented sigh with LIFE maga
How many students knew who Hanson Bald
win is, what he was here for and what he was
. going to speak about? How many cared?
At least one hundred per cent of the students
knew they were to be dismissed from class at
10 a.m., because some mossy old man was go
ing to speak about something. Nobody knew
exactly what it was all about, but I'll meet you
at the Crib at 9:53.
Well, all he talked about was international
politics, the threat of Communist aggression,
the atom bomb, and boring stuff like that, things
that nobody but political science majors know
about. It will never effect us, you know. And
then, bang!, the world ended.
No, don't worry about Hanson Baldwin, and
world peace, and atom bombs and national se
curity. Don't worry about education, and the
inquiring mind and awareness of what is going
on outside one's little world of parties and Fri
day afternoon clubs and coffee.
Especially the coffee. It's not every day we
get out of class, so make that last cup count,
buddy. F. T. D.
Peaceful Approach To World
Problems Urged By Jehle
(Eds. note: This article has Wn extracted from the
pamphlet, "Speak Truth to Pawn," by Herbert Jehle,
professor of physirs. It Is a study of international eon.
filet prepared for the American Frends Service Commit
tee and another approach to the problems of Inter
national tension presented br Hanson Baldwin today at
tike Convocation ceremony.)
Proposals on the formation of policies that
will bring peace have usually been developed
on the assumption that reliance on military
power is so integral in the policy of every major
nation, that the most practical approach to
peacemaking is to suggest specific next steps
to reduce tension and thereby move gradually
away from the reliance on force. A large area
of agreement has indeed been reached, and
many Americans both in and out of government
concur on the kind of constructive measures
Yet, American policy has continued to de
velop in the opposite direction. This study at
tempts to discover why this should be so. It
finds its answer not in the inadequacy of states
manship or in the machinations of evil men,
but in what seem to be unsound promises upon
which policy is based.
Most Americans accept without question the
assumption that winning the peace depends upon
a simultaneous reliance upon military strength
and long-range programs of a positive and con
They accept also the assumption that totali
tarian Communism is the greatest evil that now
threatens men and that this evil can be met
only by violence, or at least by the threat of
We believe these assumptions cannot be sus
tained, and therefore that the policies based on
them are built upon sand. We have here at
tempted to analyze our reasons, and without
denying the value of proposals that might ease
present tensions, to suggest another and less
widely considered alternative built on a dif
ferent assumption, namely, that military power
in today's world is incompatible with freedom,
incapable of providing security and ineffective
in dealing with evil.
Our truth is an ancient one: that love en
dures and overcomes; that hatred destroys; that
what is obtained by love is retained, but what
is obtained by hatred proves a burden. This
truth, fundamental to the position which rejects
reliance on the method of war, is ultimately a
religious perception, a belief that stands outside
Our main purposes is not to restate the many
prophetic expositions of the pacifist position.
This study attempts to show its relevance. It
is focused on the current international crisis.
It is concerned with problems of security, the
growth of Russian and American power, the
challenge to American interests presented by
We believe it is time for thoughtful men to
look behind the label "pacifist," to deal fairly
with the ideas and beliefs which sustain those
whose approach to foreign policy begins with
the rejection of reliance upon military power.
We speak to the great majority of Americans
who still stand opposed to war, who expect no
good of armies and H-bombs.
Their reluctant acceptance of a dominantly
military policy has been based on the belief
that military power provides the necessary se
curity without which the constructive work that
builds peace cannot be undertaken. They feel
"There is no alternative."
We believe there is a non-violent approach to
world problems. There is a method for dealing
with conflict which does not involve us in the
betrayal of our own beliefs, either through ac
quiescence to our opponent's will or through re
sorting to evil means to resist him.
There is now almost no place in our great
universities, few lines in the budgets of our great
foundations and little space in scholarly journals
for thought and experimentation that begin with
the unconditional rejection of organized mass
violence and seek to think through the concrete
problems of present international relations in
new terms. It is time there was.
New conditions demand new responses.
Speaking of excuses, the coming of the "snif
fle and sneeze" season ought to result in in
creased longevity for many heretofore "dying"
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LITTLE MAN ON CAMPUS
by Dick Bibler
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"BETTER JUST SMILE AND SAY 'HELLO.'
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We had the unfortunate exper
ience last Friday of reading the
unsavory remarks written by the
Nebraskan, sports editor (at least
they appeared over his name) at
tacking the sports editor of a Lin
coln daily newspaper.
It's the right, if not the duty, of
the Nebraskan sports desk to at
tack over-critical remarks recent
ly appearing in Lincoln's two dai
lies against the Cornhuskers and
Bill Glassford. But to resort to
character defamation (argumen
t u m ad hominem) in rebuttal
brings disrepute to the writer, the
paper that printed it and is far be
low the ethical standards set by
the editor of the Daily Nebraskan
(in his first editorial) for himself
and his staff.
We've heard that a libel suit
will be pending bcause of this
column. We predict that the more
irresponsible statements will be re
tracted. Big Issue of '56
With the University building on
already inadequate parking space,
the big issue in 1956 will be the
parking problem. In past years,
solutions offered before the Board
of Regents and the Student Council
have ranged from the construction
of a parking building on campus to
restricting automobile use to those
students actually needing transpor
tation. The time for constructive action
on this problem is now, before the
parking lots go. Remember the
parking riots of '48?
The confusion over this year's
migration brings up the point (as
the ex-superintendent of the state
reforma,ttry might put it) that
there are, too many cooks at the
pudding. With the band, AWS and
the Student Council taking action
independent of each other, what
'is the poor "little man" supposed
The AWS ruling, coming in the
wake of Coach Bill Glassford's pro
fessed desire for student support
at Columbia, almost seems to be
Previous migrations by other
schools to Memorial Stadium have
been well coordinated, nearly en
masse; but then there's no place
Let's hope that next year the
Student Council Coordinating Com
Will Professor Pabst suceed?
Will his Flying Machine work?
These, indeed, are perplexing
And this, my friends, is Mr.
Mockery, about to bring you the
I address you this morning from
the campus Mall, where a milling,
chattering throng of students and
scientific observers are on hand
to watch history in the making.
Within the hour, every eye in the
crowd will be keenly focused upon
the roof of Love Memorial Li
brary, viewing a momentous ex
periment which might well launch .
mankind into a new era of avia
tion. But quickly now, let me pause
to review the inspiring story be
hind Professor Pabst and his as
The kindly professor, it is told,
was lucubrating on a park bench
one evening when he chanced to
notice two pigeons cooing on the
grass before him. Dr. Pabst was
immediately inspired. Chortling
softly, he grasped the two birds
and tottered off to his home.
A few days later, after many
return visits to the park, Professor
Pabst peered into a large coop he
had erected and gleefully counted
6,104 pigeons. His preparations
thus complete, the professor then
announced to the "world his revolu
tionary Flying Machine 6,104 pi
geons attached by strings to a
Today, this tumultuous throng
has assembled to witness the ini
tial demonstration of Dr. Pabst's
ingenious craft. In just a few mo
ments, the professor will attempt
to wing his way, as it were, from
the roof of Love Library to a land
ing point here on the Mall.
A roar of applause just burst
forth, and ... I think . . . Yesl
There he is!
Professor Pabst is on the roof!
Attendants have already begun
strapping him into the bushel bas
ket, and now I see the huge cage
containing the 6,104 pigeons being
hoisted up through a trap door.
Dr. Pabst waves jubilantly to the
crowd as a lusty cheer is raised.
The strings are being attached to
the basket now and . . yes . . the
cage door is open and the birds
have begun fluttering out. Th
strings drawing taut one by one . .
the basket beginning to scrape
across the roof . . and . . yes . .
HERE HE COMES!
PROFESSOR PABST IS ALOFT!
What a marvelous sight! The
craft is gaining speed now as it
moves toward us, and I notice the
professor pulling gently on several
of the strings so as to steer the
birds' well around Mueller Tower.
The little rascals seem a bit dis
inclined to turn, however, and I
see Dr. Pabst pulling quite stoutly
on the strings now, as the tower
still looms in his path. Tugging
vigorously now, still no sign of
response . . Moving very fast . .
Yanking violently now , . Look
It's evening now, my friends,
and save for the occasional twitter
of a distant pigeon, the Mall is
High above on Mueller Tower,
busy workmen ply brushes and
suds in their untiring efforts to
remove Dr. Pabst.
As I watch them, I'm tempted
to ask if there might not be some
instructor at this institution who
would care to further the profes
sor's noble work one who would
strive to succeed where Dr. Pabst
If so, let him step forward.
In the name of progress, let him
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PEADLINE EXPIRES IN 1955
It seems to me that this modern
world has caused us to lose our
sense of values. What we need is
a good moral adventure story, the
kind that were so popular in our
Something to put a light in our
eyes and a lift in our steps. Well,
you can relax kiddies, Brownell is
here with the panacea. It was a
rugged trip though, and I wish to
make it known that if it had not
been for my faithful lead dog, Bal
to, I might never have made it.
But enough of that; Nome is
saved, and here's your good old
Guy Rockmoor, fabulously
wealthy playboy, sauntered easily
into the deluxe quarters of R a n a
Rona, lovely film star. Moving
gracefully to the mantel, he turned
and smiled quizzically at Rana
"Well, my dear,!' he said.
"Weir," she replied.
Unruffled by her retort, Guy
walked to the window and gazed
out over the city, thinking strange
and deep thoughts.
Meanwhile, m another part of the
city, several ruffians were seated
about a table in a dimly lit cellar
cafe. Their leader was speaking
to them in a low, husky voice.
"Boys," he growled, "this is the
plan. Guy Hockmoor, fabulously
wealthy playboy who is the present
owner of the cursed Honikoor dia
mond which has brought misfor
tune or death to so many, dines
tonight with Rana Rona, lovely
film star. A quick trip to his luxur
ious mansion and the stone will
He lifted his glass in, a silent
toast as the others grunted agree
ment. Guy and Rana had gone to the
theater, where they had seen Mai-
sie Maione in "rne uiri in rne
Red Velvet Garter," the rollicking
new musical hit. As they
were returning home, Guy noticed
lights in his luxurious mansion.
Guy leaped from the car and raced
for the door. Inside he found his
faithful Filipino servant,' uncon
scious and to all appearances dead.
The house was a shambles and the '
diamond was gone from its custo- y
mary place. ' f
Suddenly, Guy heard a rustling
behind the curtain; he turned ini
time to see a lovely wraith of ' a i
girl, a veritable faerie, step into
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Oh Guy," she cried, "don't you
recognize me? It is I, Ada Apple
by, the girl who lived next door
during our childhood in Oaklimb
Falls. And here is your diamond
which I craftily concealed from
those ruffians who made a sham
bles of your mansion." ,
"How did you do it?"
"Tut, tut, Guy, ladies have their
secrets you know," said Ada,
blushing prettily. .
"Ada my darling, your love has
made a new man of me. Forsak.
ing my worldly ways, I shall give
up my wealth, return the diamond
to its rightful owner and go back
to my father's blacksmith shop to
earn a honest living with my
hands. Let's go." x
Now didn't that story make you
feel a little better, a little cleaner
inside. Of course it did. If it didn't,
your prejudiced, bigoted, un-American
and should be sent back where
you came' from. That's what I say.
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THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SMOOCH
Back in my courting- days (the raccoon coat was all the rage, -everybody
was singinjr Good Morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip and
young Bonaparte had just left Corsica) back, I say, in my court
ing: days, the standard way to melt a girl's heart was to write
poetry to her.
. Young men today have abandoned this gambit, and I must
say I don't understand why. Nothing is quite as effective as
poetry for moving a difficult girL What's more, poems are
ridiculously easy to write. The range of subject matter is end
less. You can write a poem about a girl's hair, her eyes, her nose,
her lips, her teeth, her walk, her talk, her clothes, her shoes
anything at all Indeed, one of my most lambent love lyrics was
called To Maud's Pencil Sox. It went like this:
In your dear little leatherette pencil box
Are pencils of yellow and red,
And if you don't tell me you love me toon,
I'll hit you on top of the head.
Honesty compels me to admit that this poem fell 6hort of
success. Nothing daunted, I wrote another one. This time I
pulled a switch; I threatened myself instead of Maud.
Oh, Maud, pray stop this drivel
And tell me you'll be mine,
For my sweetbreads they do shrivel
And wind around my spine.
My heart doth cease its beating.
My spleen uncoils and warps.
My liver stops secreting.
Soon 1 needs be a corpse.
When this heart-rending ballad failed to move Maud, I could
only conclude that she was cruel and heartless and that I was
better off without her. Accordingly, I took back my Hi-Y pin,
bid her adieu, and have not clapped eyes upon her since. Last I
heard of her, she was in North Scituate, Rhode Island, working
as a clam sorter.
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But I did not mourn Maud long, for after Maud came Doris
Doris of the laughing eyes, Doris of the shimmering hair, Doris
of the golden tibiae! Within moments of meeting her, I whipped
up a torrent of trochaic tetrameter :
Oh, my sweet and dulcet Doris! '
You're gentle as a Philip Morris,
With its mild and rich tobacco
And its white and scarlet pack-o,
Both in regular and king-tize,
Doris, teU me please your ring size.
Well, of course, the poor girl couldn't resist a poem like that
what girl could ?-and she instantly became my slave. For the
rest of the semester she carried my books, washed my car, and
cored my apples. There's no telling where it all would have
ended if she hadn't been drafted.
So, men, you can see the efficacy of poetry as an aid to wooing.
Try it soon. All you need is a rhyming dictionary, a quill pen,
and a second-hand muse. . uu saiiiaan. uss
Ths maker of PHILIP MORRIS, tpontor of thU column, givm yon
no rhyme, but plenty of reason, for smoking Philip Morris: It's the
gentlest, pleasantest cigarette on the market today.
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