The Daily Nebrcskan
Monday, March 24, 1958
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Closed Mind Leadership
The 20th Century hai been packed with
example after example of barrier-break-
Ing by man. Humans have accomplished
every type of once-believed-to-be-impos-sible-feats
from the running of the under
4 minute mile to the conquest of space.
Many of man's accomplishments have
been both blessings and curses. The air
plan and automobile have brought other
people and resources closer than ever be
fore, but they have also shortened the
battle route between warring nations.
The harnessing of the atom has provided
ns with miraculous new sources of con
structive power as well as destructive
power.
The 20th Century, then, has been one
In which rivalry and cooperation both
have been keenly displayed between
large blocs of nations and men. The cur
rent big rivalry is that between the
United States and Russia. Our. national
leaders might often have us believe that
It Is a battle only of technology. These
are the John Foster Dulles fellows who
donl care what makes grass green and
donl care if the Soviets make the first
moon shot with a missile; these are De
fense Secretary Neil H. McElroy char
acters who see little military significance
In sending a rocket to the moon ahead
of the Russians.
What these fellows or, if you insist,
leaders would have us believe is that
bigger and better arrows are all that
ever won a war or defended a nation.
They are wrong. Ideas are the big fac
tors. Ideas are the undercover agents
that no conqueror can completey wipe
out or afford to ignore. Ideas are the
Intangible "somethings" that compel
men to strive seemingly -impossible feats.
Ideas are sold through propaganda
Just as cigarettes and tired blood boost
ers are sold. Instead of selling wrapped
cellophane goodies, however, the propa
ganda of this age attempts to sell prog
ress, equality, culture and brave achieve
ment. For our leaders to say that being
the first nation to send a rocket to the
moon is of little military significance, is
for them to deny that Americans and
"allies alike were terribly shocked when
the Russians announced that they had
beaten the free world at the game of
earth satellites. So maybe Russia's satel
lites aren't as effective as ours, or won't
stay up as long. Still they were there
first and that's what counts with most
men. Trail blazers, explorers and Hil
arys aren't forgotten.
Beating Russia to the moon may not
gain us any more knowledege than the
fact that we were able to toss a heap of
scrap on the once worshipped moon
but certainly, propaganda-wise, It can
provide us with the boast that we were
there first. Such an accomplishment
could restore to all Americans the feeling
that they are second to no one in any
thing. It was with this kind of idealism
that America was built, and not the
feeling that taking a look at the Pacific
Ocean would be of little significance.
N Freedom Violated?
"Freedom of the press" is a sacred
expression to an American newsman.
When a government administration na
tionally or locally tries to oppress news
the press rightfully howls and barks to
high heaven. It is the right of the free
press to report all of the news, both
good and bad, to the public so that it
may be an enlightened public.
The press, of course, is not an un
erring saint. Some newspapers are
merely skillfully contrived bias sheets
in which the reader finds only one view
point, only one slant of any and all
events from the woman's club tea to a
labor rackets investigation and a con
gressional debate. In this case the press
has destroyed its own freedom. This is
one pitfall which reporting must avoid.
There is still another pitfall which
the press must also avoid. This is pres
sure on public officials of the very same
nature that they would readily disclose
if it were a lobbyist pressuring a sen
ator. This is the type of pressure in
which the press demands special privi
leges. It is possible that such a special
privilege case arose this past week in
Omaha. On Thursday George Daniel
Jones Jr., a convicted slayer, was start
ed on his way to Lincoln and the state
penitentiary. He was taken halfway to
Lincoln when the car in which he was
riding was turned around and driven
back to Omaha. The reason pho
tographers of newspaper and television
stations hail been told they could take
pictures of the departure, but some
how the deputies who took Jones to Lin
coln were not informed of this and only
one photographer was around when the
first penitentiary trip started. Conse
quently, Jones was returned to Omaha
apparently just in order to pacify the
press and television stations. Why?
From the Editor
private opinion
Perhaps the spring picture run by
the Rag on Friday was premature.
Mothballed overcoats were taken out of
storage almost as soon as the story was
read by many campus people who
thought that the first day of spring was
a guarantee of warm weather.
1 noticed some cars heading south
for the forests and the Friday After
noon Clubs.
Initiations ceremonies, thought by
some to be the leftover remains of anci
ent rites of revitalization were promin
ent all over the campus this past week
end. Along with them many students were
looking to the time when Mother Na
ture would get serious and start send
ing beams of sun to light up afternoon
classes.
Some wisened profs were beginning
to worry, however, in spite of the re
newal of the cold weather. Their con
cern was for the "cutters" who swarm
out of the labs on nice afternoons. And
although these class dodgers are the
original five year men in college, the
profs are hoping they won't harm
morale as much as they have in some
elasses in past years.
For the religious minded college stu
dent, news from the Saturday Evening
Post might be reassuring. That is, after
the apparent interest in the question of
religious apathy around the University.
SEP suggests in an article written by
th executive director of the Church
Society of College Work that there is a
"heartening and exciting revival in re
ligious faith on the American college
campus'
At the student level, one of the Ivy
Leaguers Interviewed said that it's now
the "done thing" to take a date to
church on Sunday.
A coed reports that it is the simple
. . . ilick shu&rue
witness of faculty members which led
her to a mature acceptance of God.
The author reportedly concludes his
article (preceded by press releases)
which will be published this week, "The
day is past when our schools can be
called godless institutions."
1 don't know if there has been much
research for the article done on this
campus. It'd be my guest that there
isn't. But if there is a trend toward ac
cepting God, then there should be an
accompanying trend toward the ac
ceptance of the laws of God and man,
familiar to all with JudaeoChristian
backgrounds.
It's pretty obvious even to the casual
observer that colleges are not dens of
virtue and that the chances of their
becoming such are, if anywhere, in the
far distant future. This is truly unfor
tunate. But it does, I think, pinpoint that fact
that some of the weaknesses of our Uni
versity lie in the individual's failure to
accept his own personal responsibilities.
You can't expect a man to be a great
God-fearing personality until he has
some standards on which to base his
own personal conduct.
Without violating the great church
state separation traditions of our land,
the University could well foster the
honor system if only the student would
accept it. Then maybe the hlghly
sophistlcatpfl teachers would stop poo
pooing the student who wants a little
administration of justice with regard to,
say, cheating in tests.
When our churches stop being social
hangouts for students and emphasize
the mature responsibilities incumbent .
upon a Christian civilization, I think
we'd be on the right step toward join
ing the other Universities around the
land which are reported to have ac
cepted the challenge of maturity in re
ligious thought and life.
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Wayivard Wanderings
By Ron Mold
The psychologists (self
styled and professional) will
probably have an explanation
for my problem. Whenever I
am introduced into a group of
Deome. l ex- ,vv',,,,l-
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variably happens.
Wlien I ap-
proach a,- -group
of j
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friendly "
faces, I do so Mohl
with avidity, but the moment
the introducer says "and this
is Ron Mohl" my walnut-size
brain seems to go blank.
I stand there, brain whir
ring, trying to think of some
thing to say. I feel as though
the people I'm being intro
duced to are thinking: (1)
that I'm a Mongolian Idiot,
fin which case, the natural
thing to do would be to show
the the furrows in my
tongue), (2) that I must be
a deaf-mute, and that I'm
waiting to see if any of them
know sign language, or
that this character who
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Tidings . .
By Doc Rodgers
Think we're in a recession.
Hogwash. It's all propagan
da. And now that that's that
let's go into the why's and
where -"-
lore', of the -
luusion.
First of all,
figures are
available for
the first cou
ple of months
of 1958. By
compar
ing these fig
ures with1
those of 1957 Gary
the most prosperous year in
the nation's history we come
up with various and sundry
facts. Among these, is that
retail sales in Nebraska for
February were 5.9 per cent
above a year ago.
Gene Reece, vice president
of the Lincoln First .Wio.: 1
Bank and prominent Lincoln
businessman, told n jrou) of
YRs last Thursday niht hvA
1958 can be the s.-conci larg
est year for business in our
history. We are not, lie said,
in an "economic spiral."
Gene said that the recent
lowering of the discount rate
has created 34 billion dol
lars in "new" money which
will be available for loans to
bolster the economy. In Lin
coln, alone, this amounts to
one million in cold, hard cash.
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John Campbell, president of
Miller and Paine and brida
dier general of the National
Guard in Nebraska, backed
this up, noting that the unem
ployment at the present time
is no worse than in 1950 in
percentage.
In numbers, John said, the,
unemployment is the high
est ever. But, this means ab
solutely nothing. We also have
the largest working force and
the highest number of em
ployedpurely play with fig
ures. A person, if so moved, can
make figures say anything he
wants them to say. By com
paring the number of canines
in Lincoln in March, 1958, and
the number in Ancient
Rome, someone might
conclude that we are "going
to the dogs." Hogwash.
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Dale Tinsfman, assistant
manager of the Lincoln First
Trust Co. investment depart
ment, in addressing the same
group said: "People are
afraid because newspapers,
radio, and television tell them
to be afraid."
Dale advised that this is the ,
ideal time to invest in stock.
He said 1958 will be the big
gest retail year in history.
"All over the country it will
be 1 to 2 per cent above
1957."
My Weal Or Woe
by dick basoco
There I was sitting in the
Crib, minding my own busi
ness, which some people claim
is a rarity. But anyway there
I was, all by myself, swish-
a coke around
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listening to
the ice tinkle
and making
believe,
when this guy
walks up to
me and asks
me what I
think of un
dercover fra
ternities. Basoco
Still thini;iiv4 about tinkling
ice and not really paying
much attention to this strang
er. I inquired what he was
t: V i 1 a')out. He looked fur
ti.L'ly over his shoulder like
he was a card carrier about
to rlint a bomb at White
Sands, and whispered some
thing or other than ended with
"TNKs."
Since I didn't know who I
was talking to, I made some
bright remark that was sup
posed to get rid of him so that
I could start concentrating on
my ice again. This was 'an
other thing that irritated me.
If this guy persisted in talking
to me in such a hushed whis
per, I would have to ignore
my coke altogether if I want
ed to hear what he was say
ing. Therefore the ice would
melt, leaving me nothing to
tinkle in my glass and mak
ing my coke even more watery
than Union cokes generally
are.
But my new found friend
was not to be discouraged so
easily. He asked me if I was
who I am, and, being some
what out of my skull at the
time, I admitted it.
"Then," says he, "why don't
you write a column on these
secret societies?"
With that, he turned around
and using the booths for
cover, crept stealthily out of
the Crib.
Now columnists are always
getting odd requests from
people to write a shocking ex
pose about this or that, but
this guy didn't even wait
around to find out whether or
not I would. Generally these
people do stick around a while
to plead their cause after re
ceiving a promise to look in
to the situation.
But, as I said, I didn't even
have a chance to explain to
this individual why I wasn't
about to write about the
TNEs.
In the first place, since I
know virtually nothing about
the TNEs, Pi Xis or Red Dots
and don't want to waste my
time looking into these mystic
organizations, I would have
little to say about them.
In the second place, the Rag
has already devoted too much
space to these organizations
anyway. I am hard pressed
at the moment to think of any
thing as worthless as the top
ic of secret societies. If these
organizations amounted to
something, it might be inter
esting to deal with the sub
ject, but as far as I can see,
members of these organiza
tions are little people running
around trying to formulate
campus opinion wihout the
guts to do what ever they do
in the open.
writes for the Rag is a vic
tim of epilepsy and has
picked this Inopportune mo
ment to experience a seizure.
When I do manage to get
some sort of sound out of my
larynx, it's usually a jumbled
"H'lo" or "How dya do."
Fortunately I'm not a
Frenchman, or I'd have to
say "Je suis tres heureux de
faire v o t r e connaissance"
each time I was introduced.
My roommate is in zoology
112. Last week he brought
home a little wooden box full
of cat bones. That's right!
Cat bones. I came into the
room and found him sitting
at his desk gleefully sorting
bones. "We got our cats to
day!" he said, waving a
femur in front of me.
"Look!" he said, and he
grabbed the lower jawbone,
fitted into the skull and be
gan working it up and down.
"And here's a lumbar verte
bra and here's the ilium and
this large space between the
pubis and the ischium is the
obturator foramen!"
And so it goes. Each day
I find him sitting at his desk
scattering bones, picking
them up one at a time, look
ing at them, and chuckling
to himself. By next week, I
expect to see him carrying
them around in a little leath
er bag tied around his neck.
I have started calling him
"Queequeg."
A subscription to the Nev
Yorker is worth the price just
to be able to read the edi
torials. The members of the
editorial staff are ardent
people watchers and often
come up with some ex
tremely witty anecdotes. Con
sider this one from the
March 1 edition:
"One of our observers
working the commuting beat
observed the other morning,
on a train heading into town
from Port Washington, two
bespectacled gentlemen sit
ting side by side, buried in
their newspapers. One, rosy
cheeked and mustached, sud
denly lowered his paper, tore
off a corner at the bottom of
a page, folded it neatly in
half and began using it to
polish his glasses. His seat
companion put his newspaper
aside and, digging into his
pocket, came up with a fold
er of tissues made for pol
ishing glasses. "Try one of
these," he said, handing the'
folder over. Looking at first
startled, then suspicious, the
other man accepted the tis
sues, put his glasses on
again, and examined the
folder, front and back. "Oh,
I say!" he then said. "Thanks
so much! Jolly, you Ameri
cans! Jolly!"
arnold
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