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Flurried
Activities
Prevail
By Rich Meier
Junior Staff Writer
Yesterday, University s t u
dents celebrated with over 16
inches of snow on the ground
and no classes.
The Chi Omegas practiced
for Coed Follies, and played
''run around the house in 10
foot drifts."
According to the plcdsc
that a swered the phone, the
Alpha Phis were "watching
TV and having snow fights.'
The Kappa Deltas, accord
ing to Marilyn Hoegomeyer,
really knew how to celebrate.
The house was practically
empty; everyone was out
walking, making snow angels,
romping in the snow, and a
few brave souls walked to
Hested's and bought Valentive
cards.
When Miss Hoegcmcyer
was asked what she was "do
ing, she said, "I've been
studying, believe it or not.''
Both the Beta Sigma Psis
and the Kappa Sigmas were
throwing parties.
The Beta Theta Psis were
"Seeing what they could do
in the snow, playing bridge,
and sleeping."
According to comments
from the houses up and down
16th street, there were stu
dents grabbing the backs of
cars and skiing up the street,
girls were getting pushed in
the snow, and there were
more snowballs than snow
in the air.
Pretty Little Snovjflakes
Bring Gigantic Problems
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? . . . This brave coed ventiir
met with a face full as University students "celebrated" th
?d out in the snow on 16th Street yesterday afternoon and
eir sudden vacation from classes.
Annual Follies Go French
With 'Cherchez La Femme'
There was a game of tackle
football behind Cathcr, with
both sexes participating.
Allen Crews, president of
Cather Hall, surprised the
residence director of Pound
Hall, Frances Holman, by
helping the snow to complete
ly bury her car. Miss Holman
expressed both surprise and
consternation at this prodig
ious feat.
According to Carole Reno
of Kappa Kappa Gamma,
three Kappas, a Gamma Phi,
and about eight Delts went
toboganing on the streets of
Lincoln with a pick-up for
pulling power.
Polly Rhynalds, Sigma Kap
pa, said almost every girl who
cut through Selleck was
picked up and bodily thrown
into the deepest drifts. Miss
Rhynalds stated she had a
hard time extricating herself.
"Those drifts are deep!"
The Coed Follies presenta
tion of "Cherchez La Femme"
will be given Friday, Feb. 26
at 8 p.m. in Pershing Audi
torium. Tickets will be available at
the door, or may be p u r
chascd in the Student Union
Feb. 15-26, or from any AWS
member, worker or representative.
! The program for "Cherchez
i La Femme" will include six
skits and six travelers acts.
"Girls of the Western
World." presented by Alpha
Phi, is a story of secretaries
who fall in love with the boss.
Skitmastcrs are Robin Dyas
and Joyce Anderson.
"Ah-Men!" depicts the
plight of freshman girls
stuck in study hall and their
cleverly devised system of
getting out and getting dates.
It will be presented by Kappa
Kappa Gamma with Travis
Baird as skitmaster.
Under the leadership of
Jeanne Edwards, Delta Gam
ma will present "Naturally
Native," a story of South
Pacific island people who send
a committee to the United
States.
Gamma Phi Beta tells in
"Faces of Femininity" about
the different elements in a
girl which make her appeal
ing to men. Penny Sullivan
will be their skitmaster.
The Chi Omegas will pre
sent "High Sea-ciety" under
the leadership of Anita Max
well. This is the story of a
debutante who goes to sea.
"Don't Pity the Pearl" tells
the story of the ugliest doll in
the doll-shop and ihcr adven
tures when she wins a prize.
It will be presented by Kappa
Alpha Theta under the lead
ership of Karen Fejfar.
Traveler Acts will contain
a variety of talent on a mus
ical theme.
Karen Nielsen will lead a
sextet from the School of
Nursing in a medlev of sonss
entitled "My Fair Ladies."
rebruary Heat nave" is
a modern iazz dance nresen-
ted by Alpha Delta Pi's Mary
Lee Jepscn.
Chi Omega's Kay Christian
sen will portray a voune bal
lerina making her first debut
in an act entitled "Ba enna's
Debut."
Ann Griffiths, from Pound
Hall, will sing a medley of
songs in 'A Glimpse" of Oliv
er." "Ain't She Sweet" is a
Charleston routine presented
by Linda Landrcth and Gayle
Bozarth from Zcta Tau Alpha
sorority.
Alpha Delta Pi will present
Mary Kay Rakow, Jan Cham
berlain, and Betty Swoboda
as "The Diamond Sisters," a
trio similar to the McGuire
Sisters.
The selections for Ideal Ne
braska Coed and Outstanding
Collegiate Man will be an
nounced during the program.
Miss Army Finalists
Named, Ball Date Set
The Army Ball, sponsored
by the Army ROTC. will be
held at the National Guard
Armory, Saturday, Fcbr. 20,
from 9 to 12.
Finalists for Miss Army,
selected by interviews, are
Carold Bieck, Gamma Phi
Beta; Suzie Walburn. Alpha
Chi Omega ; and Marilyn
Masters, Kappa Alpha Theta.
Gifted Children's
Board Organizes
A student branch of t h e
Council for Exceptional Chil
dren, a division of the Na
tional Education Association,
is being organized on t h e
campus.
According to Myrt Munger,
temporary president, the con
stitution has been submitted
to Student Council, but must
still be approved.
Any student who is in
terested may attend a coffee
hour, Feb. 18, from 3:30 p.m.
to 5 p.m. at 1620 R St. Accord
ing to Barb Copeland, tem
porary vice-president, the
council will help build the
background of special educa
tion students b y preparing
them for future professional
responsibilities and by study
ing and promoting the educa
tional needs and opportunities
of exceptional children.
Miss Munger also said tours
of Nebraska Psychiatric Inst
tute, Lincoln State Hospital
(Children's Ward I, Mcnning
er's Clinic and Wcstside Pub
lic School classes for mentally-retarded
children will be
a part of the activities for
this semester.
Editor's note: In addition to the other difficulties men
tioned in the following story, yesterday's snowfall stranded
Miss Mullins at her Lincoln home, where she wrote the
story. Her finished product was relayed to the Nebraskan
office by telephone.
By Priscilla Mullins
Senior Staff Writer
"Lost in a sea of white ground why couldn't we get
snowbound?"
As these words to a pop tune drifted across town on
the radio waves yesterday, Lincolnites and other southeast
Nebraska residents found themselves in exactly this pre
dicament. By 5 p.m., eighteen inches of fresh snow were dumped
on Lincoln, making a total of twenty-one inches with th
three already on the ground. This was a new record for a
twenty-four hour period, the previous record being set in
1945 with 12.4 inches. Two to five additional inches wer
expected late yesterday.
Blizzard conditions which swept out of the Rocky Moun
tains early yesterday morning paralyzed the eastern part
of Nebraska, as well as Iowa and Kansas.
University classes were called off in the middle o the
morning, due to the inaccessibility to the campus and bad
parking conditions. This was the first time classes had
been cancelled for the weather since the winter of 1961.
At last report, today's classes were scheduled to begin
at 10:30 a.m.
Traffic in and out of Lincoln was stopped on all roads
including the interstate. Stalled cars made the highways
impassable.
Although classes at Lincoln public schools and the sur
rounding community schools had been called off early yes
terday morning. University and Nebraska WTesleyan class
es were scheduled to continue. When it finally became evi
dent that conditions were too bad, both schools canceled
classes.
Most Lincoln businesses were closed as the snow con
tinued to pile up three and four foot drifts. Bus service for
the city was running early in the morning, but due to
several stalled buses on impassable streets, service was
suspended until street crews could clear the snow.
Even the post office couldn't live up to its motto. While
downtown deliveries continued, no mail was delivered to
the residential districts.
Sign of the times: cars stalled and abandoned at nearly
every street corner. Sign number two: overflowing gar
bage cans. Impassable streets caused many Lincoln mo
torists to abandon their stalled cars. Driving conditions al
so caused Lincoln garbage services to suspend their opera
tions for yesterday and today.
The almost unbelievable snow depth was reminiscent
of the winter of 1959-60, when Nebraskans were also
besieged by 'tons' of snow.
While no traffic deaths were reported through most of
the day, there were a rash of minor accidents, and am
bulances could be heard off and on during the day carry
ing patients to hospitals.
Lee Castle, nationally known band leader who was
scheduled to play at the East Hills Country Club last
night, was injured in an accident in Manhattan, Kansas,
and was hospitalized there.
A wedding in the Lincoln area was called off. As th
Lincoln radio announcer put it: "guess they got cold feet!"
Snow amounting to eight and nine inches in WTestern
Nebraska and twenty inches in Fairbury brought welcome
moisture to farmers. Somehow, though, it seems that they
would be just a little happier if it didn't come quite so
fast in such great amounts.
Late predictions yesterday called for the snow
to slacken off by late evening, with a low of three to five
degrees last night and a high of fifteen degrees today. It
is to be cloudy today, with winds drifting snow into even
higher peaks. No more snow is scheduled to come this
way today.
auldin Witnesses Bloody Viet Cong Attack
Editor's Note: Bill Maudlin. Pultizer prize-winning car
toonist, was at Pleiku, South Vietnam, last weekend dur
ing a Communist guerrilla attack. Maudlin whose cartoons
regularly appear in the Daily Nebraskan, was visiting his
oldest son who is stationed at Pleiku.
Maudlin is on assignment to make on the spot draw ings
of the Vietnamese war. Here is his eyewitness account of
the attack.
By Bill Mauldin
The mortar barrage on Camp Holloway and the 52nd
aviation battalion began at exactly 2 a.m.. It was intense
and murderous, some 80 rounds in five minutes saturating
a bivouac area, perhaps two blocks square. They were us
ing captured 80-1 millimeter weapons of our own manu
facture. I was sleeping in the cast half of a hut house
or "hooch" of Lt. Col. John Hughes, the battalion comman
der. My son, Bruce, a warrant officer and helicopter pilot
In the battalion, whom I had come to visit, is billeted In
the town of Pleiku, near Second corps headquarters which
was also hit. I had just spent the evening in Pleiku having
a reunion celebration with Bruce and had left him at his
billet.
My first awakening thought at the roar of the mortar
barrage was that Chinese New Year was still being cele
brated. When a round hit nearby, I realized what was
going on and began to worry about Bruce, assuming (cor
rectly) that he would try to get back to his outfit and
worrying that the attack might be general in scope, in
which case the road to camp would be a bad place for him.
Any further speculation on my part was cut off by
Col. Hughes who roared at me to get myself into the
bunker out back, as he tore out the front door to take
charge of his battalilon.
Barrage Begins
So emphatic was his order and so positive was my re
pon.se that I found myself arriving at the bunker bare
foot and in my underwear.
The barrage was at its height as I started down the
earthen steps to the sandbagged shelter. By the light of
the drumming explosions I could see the barbed wire of
the southern edge of camp a few feet away, and I fully ex
pected to see hostile faces on the other side moving up
under cover of the mortars.
It turned out that the only infantry penetration was to
the cast, where the parked aircraft were attacked.
A young soldier from headquarters company came up
to me at the bunker entrance. He was also in his under
wear, but mine was white and his was red. He was holding
both hands over a large wound in his right side and was
covered with blood from several lesser cuts. Mortar
shells are designed to cut people up and apparently we
make good ones.
"Help me," he said, "I've got to lie down." 1 tried
to help him into the bunker but he refused to come down
those dark steps. He said he had decided he was going to
die and he wanted to lie down on something comfortable.
From the looks of his wound, I felt in no position to
question his prognosis, so 1 helped him into the hut and
put him on my cot, where I found a small light and took
a closer look at his side. I couldn't tell whether the large
fragment had gone into into guts or had simply cut him
open in passing but hoped for the latter.
Wounded Removed
At this time, the mortar barrage had been going on
for about four minutes, interspersed with grenades and
some rccoillcss rifle fire. Again I asked my friend to let
me take him into the bunker but he was adamant about
staying above ground.
"I'm pretty sure I'm going to die in a minute," he
said in a real tone of apology," and I would apprccite it
if you would let me hold onto your hand and say my
prayers." What can you do? I let him hold my hand. He
recited the Lord's Prayer.
As he finished, the mortars let up and Col Hughes
came in, mad as a hornet. He had seen our light and
wanted to know what the hell 1 was doing upstairs.
"Oh," he said, looking at the cot. "I'll send some litter
bearers back."
He went back to his command post. Shortly, four sol
diers with carbines came in on the colonel's orders, to
help me move the wounded man. Lacking a stretcher, we
carried him on my mattress for the two-block walk to the
dispensary.
For some reason, I had stupidly assumed that my
boy, who had made his peace with his Maker and was
now uncomplainingly enduring the rather bumpy ride we
were giving him, was the only casualty in the area.
Now, as we made our way among the riddled hooches,
we found ourselves part of a regular gory procession with
hurt men stumbling out of practically every tent, each
leaving his special trail of splatters, so that next morning
there were scores of little red trails converging into one
big one leading to the medical hut.
Most of the wounded were being supported or carried.
Few had only one cut and some had dozens. Of the initial
five dozen casualties treated, only 18 were walking
wounded.
Although the mortars had stopped, the war was still
on, with a fire fight at the air strip, where the Viet Cong
were going after the parked helicopters and twin-engine
Caribou troop carriers. There was the thump of TNT, as
some of the attackers managed to get charges under the
machines.
The dispensary was at the edge of the strip, and when
we got there, we could see sev eral aircraft burning.
No Sign Of Panic
At no time did I sec any sign of panic, even though
there was every excuse for panic. An enclosed garrison in
a hostile environment had been hit suddenly and hard
and there was no way of knowing if we were going to be
overrun. But our new army seems to be a bunch of pros.
Those who weren't hit had their weapons in hand
and were going quickly but calmly about their business,
and it is worth nothing that later in the morning a num
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Cather Works
Presented
In 'Schooner'
Collectors of the lore and
writings of Willa Cather
should get an assist from the
winter edition of the "Prairie
Schooner," University literary
magazine.
The issue contains a poem,
a short story, and two reviews
by Miss Cather and an artidle
about the famous Nebraska
authoress by Fichard Gian
none. "The Treasure of Far Island,"
appears in the October, 1902
issue of the "New England
Magazine," The reviews of
musical programs appearing
in the "Schooner," were first
printed in newspapers of 1894
and 1897.
The pieces are collectors
items since none of the three
have ever been reprinted ac
cording to Bernice Slote, edi
tor of the "Prairie Schooner.
The concert review pieces
by Miss Cather tell of Blind
Tom, a sightless Negro musi
cian and imitator who played
to midwestern audiences at
the turn of the century and a
critical review of the "New
World Symphony" by the
Pittsburgh Philharmonic Or
chestra. The article on Cather by Gi
annone, professor of English
at Notre Dame University,
deals with the great writer's
use of music in "My Antonia."
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