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The Doily Nebraskon
Wednesday, March 11, 1959
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This weekend the University will wit
ness the annual invasion of that strange
species known as the high school basket
ball fan.
This bird has been flocking to Lincoln
every year now since the inception of the
state basketball tournament in 1911. The
tournament has become a University and
"state wide tradition under the sponsorship
of the Nebraska High School Activities
Association since then.
In the old days, tournament play was
wild and wooly and high school high jinx
in Lincoln after a win was just as rugged
as the action on the floor.
But the state tourney has never pro
duced a real "incident" in all its 49 year
history. University students have had a
lot to do with that.
Through the years, University students
have rolled out their famed red carpet for
the high school visitors. Fraternities,
sororities and dorms have opened their
doors to the influx of outstaters when
downtown accomodations became too
crowded. The Huskers spirit of hospitality
has long been one of the reasons for the
tournament's success.
There's no reason to think that it
shouldn't again be a contributing factor.
Courtesy and well mannered behavior are
far from an oddity around here and we
think University students will prove that
again this year.
So sit back and enjoy the cowbells, base
horns, pep clubs, popcorn, cheerleaders
and oh yes! the basketball games.
That is the step backward previously re
ferred to. In an era when everything else
is tightening up course wise, the new move
would make it easier to get a dentistry
degree. It may be, of course, that a for
eign language is not considered strictly
necessary for extracting molars. However,
that's at least as tough a job, it seems to
us, as jerking tonsils and adenoids and
the MD's are still required to take a for
eign language.
Even if there is no valid argument in the
above observation, there still must be
something to be said for the foreign lan
guage. After all, Dr. Ralph Ireland, dean
of the college, told the Regents that he
hoped that budding dentists would still
take a foreign language. This must mean
that he thinks it is worthy.
The real argun ent in favor of the lan
guage requirement we believe is that it
broadens a student in a crucial area. A
knowledge of another language is a pass
port to understanding another culture, an
other people. In a world like today's, there
is all too little of that kind of understand
ing already.
If we seem to be butting into an area
that ought not to be any of our concern,
that's because we are vitally interested in
this understanding. We are vitally inter
ested in a broad minded, well educated
electorate, which is what we hope this
school is producing.
We even think (oh heresy) that it
wouldn't be a bad idea if Biz Aders, En
gineers and the like be required to take a
foreign language.
So naturally, we are concerned about
the Dent School's apparent step backward.
Need Glasses?
Will wonders never cease?
Somehow, we mistook redheaded, be
spectacled Renny Ashleman for dark
haired spectacle-less Ken Freed in yes
terday's paper.
To make it worse, the masthead stated
that Sandra Kully, Mr. Freed's pinmate,
was night news editor. The night news ed
itor was really Marilyn Coffey.
Apologies to Mr. Freed and Mr. Ashle
man. And we think we'll check with an optometrist.
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Editorial Comment:
Dentists Take Backward Step;
Language Understanding Key
Backward just one step gentlemen.
That seems to be the direction the Col
lege of Dentistry took at today's Board of
Regents meeting.
Tht college did eway with the degree of
Bachelor of Dentistry. The reason was
that a student with that degree couldn't
practice dentistry professionally anyway.
Now that sounds like sound thinking.
But apparently the college has also done
away with the mandatory foreign language
requirement necessary for the defunct de
gree. High School Tourney
Again Hits Campus
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Miss Sides
We should really call the Rag the Ru
mor Den. Zealous students, endeavoring
to help the Rag in its fight for truth, free
dom and justice, have been zooming in
and out dropping hot tidbits, calculated to
blow the top off the boil
ing pot of student vs. stu
dent vs. faculty relations.
All kinds of tales of under
cover actions a spy ring
like nothing the Russians
ever heard of, real cloak
and dagger stuff. What
would really be fun would
be to print all this.
Boy, how exciting. The
Rag would have to go un
derground. We'd be pub
lishing from some dingy, smoke-filled
room. No one could get in without saying
the password or giving a few knocks at
the door. I'd get to wear a trench coat,
pulled up high around my face. All the
Rag staff could be seen only after dark,
and then in shadowed places to avoid be
ing caught by members of the opposition.
We could get a new name something
like the "Ten Muskateers" (or perhaps
Mouseketeers would be better.) Gad, the
scope of the whole thing could really be
something. But, we're bound to the truth,
and unfortunately, the people with the hot
little rumors never seem to have the proof
necessary to establish the truth of what
they claim.
But, if you've got any little Wi of hot
info that are true and you can prove it,
come on down, boy, you've got a few
friends all ready to take the challenge and
start a crusade.
Fighting Gleam
Speaking of crusades and challenges, I
have noticed a fighting gleam in a few
student's eyes, well, not maybe a fighting
gleam, it is sort of just an alive look,
you know, like maybe they're crawling out
By Gretchen Sides
. of hibernation, waking up from that long
winter's nap or something. It could be
Santa Claus a-coming in the disguise of
spring or something.
Here the Rag has been trying to stir up a
good rousing controversy all year it's
good for the soul, to get out, look around
and rabble rouse a little bit. But the bad
thing about it is that we've been just about
the only ones who thought our great big
controversies were controversial. (Per
haps the secret of it all is that an issue
must tromp on enough toes hard enough
before it becomes controversial.) Oh well,
who knows, anyway, it is rather exciting
to see people pick up and notice some
thinganything. NTJ Issues
All of this leads me to another thought.
I do not wish to begin a tirade, kids, but
has it ever occurred to you that as mem
bers of this University everything con
cerned with it ultimately affects you? The
quality of the professors, the social free
dom or lack of it, the budget, everything
has a bearing on what kind of education,
and actually, what kind of person you be
come. Thus each of these issues should be
darned important to you. And, since the
University is here to be of service to you,
its staff should be quite concerned with
what you think, what you want and need.
Has the thought of the power we hold in
our grubby little hands ever occurred to
you? It's an interesting thought what
would happen If students ever tried to
band together and use some of this power.
It's a rather frightening thought, too.
In some Universities (I am thinking of a
South American one in particular) the
students elect the faculty. Not that I'm ad
vocating that, it's a little too extreme for
me, I don't want or feel capable of hand
ling that much power. But we could be
quite an influential force, if we ever tried
to be. Think about it sometime.
Daily Nebraskan
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There is an old, old saying
that all work and no play
makes Jack a dull boy, and
that applies to Jack in the
University as well as any
other place. And, on this
campus. Jack can no longer
play. Of course the admin
istration will immediately
point to all manner of
things for bored students to
do, but regardless of what
good, clean, moral fun may
be to the University offici
als, and no matter how
much they recommend it
for the student body, the
students have their own
idea of what fun is. It is
not going to Union dances,
dry 1FC balls, etc. .
If the administration has
a genuine concern with stu
dent intellectual and social
apathy, it may find one of
the causes in its own pol
icies. When students feel re
stricted, when they are in
fact treated like elementary
school children in respect to
their social life, and when
they can not attend a social
gathering without fear of
the administrative gestapo
peering over their shoulder,
they become apathetic not
only socially, but also aca
demically. It may be only
coincidence, but as the so
cial policy of the University
becomes more stringent,
even the once well attended
University functions begin
to lose their audiences.
It always strikes me as
incongruous that the speak
ers at convocations can de
scribe the students at this
University as the men and
women of today and only
hours later enforce treat
ment on them more restrict
ing than that afforded high
school students in the same
It seems to me that the
tradition once was that the
University period in a young
adult's life was one when
his thoughts and beliefs
should be allowed to find
The Briar Patch
By R. M. Ireland
I can see it now. after several days of inter-
Ten years from now
(maybe sooner) I will come
wandering back as alumni
representative of the infa
mous class of '59 with my
brown notebook clutched
tightly un
der my
I will
gain en
trance in
to the Ad
minis tra
tion Build
i n g after
several leg
islative de
crees and
numerous conferences with
the governor, the campus
police and the keeper of
the grounds.
I will be conducted down
a dimly lit corridor lined
with burly guards each
armed with a submachine
gun and several knives with
sharp blades.
A red light over an omi
nous looking portal will sud
denly flash on and I will be
conducted into the office of
the Tour Inspector.
After going over my many
papers of introduction, he
will grunt, scratch his bald
ing head and sign fifteen
copies of a little pink slip
which, in essence, gives me
permission to tour the hoary
halls which once were the
scenes of former classes.
And in my brown note
book I shall jot down he
following observations:
"9:15 a.m.: On my way to
Andrews I noted a large
sign lettered in red which
'9:15 a.m.: We watched
a typical class change. The
students were released from
their assigned seats by an
automatic unlocking device
and led into the main corri
dor where they were as
signed to long lines of other
students, all chained and
ready to cross campus to
their next classes. My in
terpreter explained that the
ultra-modern class chair al-'
lows each student to have
one arm free for note-taking
and hand-raising pur
poses while the other ap
pendages are bolted tightly
to avoid unnecessary wd
suspicious movement.
"10:05 a.m.: I paid a vis
it to my old religious chapel
and found a sign-in sheet
in the basement. My interp
reter explained that it was
mandatory for each student
to attend Sunday services
to have six vouchers signed
by the dormitory commis
sars and to obtain com
plete clearance 24 hours be
fore the sermon began.
"11:15 a.m.: I attended
the annual University Con
vocation which featured the
public denunciation of '69
alums who had revealed,
rogation, that they had once
been affiliated with fraterni
ties. "11:45 a.m.: I was given
a free copy of the Husker
HanJbook, which, among
other things, explained to
the students why they were
automatically required to
join the W.C.T.U. upon reg
istration as freshmen. It al
so announced that hence
forth pep rallies would e
made much easier as stu
dents were to stay in their
rooms while recorded cheers
were played on the inter
communications system.
"1:09 p.m.: I visited the
Student Health Center and
found that Asian Flu cases
were no longer the number
one health menace and that
the "chain burned list" had
risen considerably. .
"2:08 p.m.: I finished my
tour. The electric eye at the
campus gate flashed the
green sign and I was al
lowed to leave. As the
black limousine sped to
freedom I noticed the large
sign by the barbed-wire
fence which read: YOU
And an exvitin
diamond value, ton!
You svtlj always regard these
nngi as a solid investment
in happiness! Trim tailored
elegance, glorifying the seven
fiery diamonds in engagement
ting, nine in wedding ring!
"Quelttr TeHt"
HO er street
their own channels. When he
should learn to distinguish
between proper and im
proper through his own ra
tional faculties. It seemed
that the student should have
the freedom to experience
life as it was, not as a pa
ternal dictatorship desired
it to be. Only in this pro
cedure could he learn to
cope with the society he
was to become a working
part of. Under intense so
cial control this process is
virtually an impossibility.
Not too long ago a well
placed. University official
made an announcement to
the effect that the Univer
sity social policy was due
to parental pressures. I am
thankful that my parents
were not in this group.
When I first began to at
tend this University my
father neither by phone, in
terview or letter requested
the University to look out
for the moral welfare of
his son John. He was quite
certain that if he had failed
in inculcating the proper
moral standards in his
son during the process of
child rearing, that there,
was precious little the Uni
versity could do to teach
them after I arrived.
I think this holds true for
most students. Responsibil
ity for the moral conduct of
any young person lays with
his parents. If they have
failed in teaching the proper
moral standards, no imper
sonal machine like a uni
versity administration can
complete the task for them,
either by instruction or pro
hibition. No amount of re
striction or coercion on the
part of the university will
make them more moral.
It MAY contribute to de
stroying the flimsy base
that some parents managed
to salvage while over-restricting
their children at
home. The parents that
write long letters to the
University are tfie ones that
have failed and fear the
outcome. A parent that be
lieves he has raised this
child correctly does not
have to rely on an institu
tion to inhibit his offspring
away from home.
John Keeckt
(By the Author of "RaUy Round tht Flag, BoyrJ "and,
"Barefoot Boy with Cheek.")
It has been alleped that coeds go to college for the sole purpose
of finding husbands. This is, of course, an infamous canard, and
I give fair warning that, small and spongy as I am, anybody
who says such a dastardly thing when I am around had better
be prepared for a sound thrashing!
Girls go to college for precisely the same reasons as men do:
to broaden their horizons, to lengthen their vistas, to drink at
the fount of wisdom. But if, by pure chance, while a girl is
engaged in these meritorious pursuits, a likely looking husband
should pop into view, why, what's wrong with that? EhT
What's wTong with that?
The question now arises, what should a girl look for in a
husband? A great deal has been written on this subject. Somt
say character is most important, some say background, soma)
say appearance, some say education. All are wrong.
The most important thing bar none in a husband is health.
Though he lie handsome as Apollo and rich as Croesus, what
good ia he if he just lies around all day accumulating beUbureatf
The very first thing to do upon meeting a man it to make
sure he is sound of wind and limb. Before he has a chance ta
sweetr-talk you, slap a thermometer in his mouth, roll back his
eyelids, yank out his tongue, rap his patella, palpate his thorax,
ask him to straighten out a horseshoe with his teeth. If he
fails these simple tests, phone for an ambulance and go on to
the next prospect.
'" If, however, he turns out to be physically fit, proceed to the
second most important requirement in a husband. I refer to
a sense of humor.
A man who can't take a joke is a man to be avoided. There
are several simple tests to find out whether your prospect c&a
take a joke or not. You can, for example, slash his tires. Or burn
his "M&d" comics. Or steal-his switchblade. Or turn loose hie
pet raccoon. Or shave his head.
After each of these good-natured pranks, laugh gaily and
shout "April Fool!" If he replies, "But this is February nine
teenth," or something equally churlish, cross him off your list
and give thanks you found out in time.
But if he laughs silverly and calls you "Little minx !" put him
to the next test. Find out whether he is kindly.
The quickest way to ascertain his kindliness is, of course, to
look at the cigarette he smokes. Is it mild? Is it clement? Is it
humane? Does it minister tenderly to the psyche? Does it'
coddle the synapses? Is it a good companion? Is it genial? Is it
bright and friendly and full of dulcet pleasure from cockcrow
till the heart of darkness?
Is it, in .hort, Philip Morris?
If Philip Morris it be, then clasp the man to your bosom witk
hoops of steel, for you may be sure that he is kindly as a sum
mer breeze, kindly as a mother's kiss, kindly to his very marrow.
And now, having found a man who is kindly and healthy and
blessed with a sense of humor, the only thing that remains is to
make sure he will always earn a handsome living. That, fortu
nately, is easy. Just enroll him in engineering. 9 1H
For filter tmokert tht Philip Morrit Company make Marl
boro, the cigarette with better "makin't." Sew improved
filter and good rich flavor. Soft pack or Up-top box. A lot
to like!
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