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Friday, September 13, 1963 Puqe 2 The Daily Nebraskan ditorial Commemtarj DAILY NEBRASKAN U J! s 1 Tie dry season Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season. The saints of resistance have trod. They have fought in Bolivia, they have marched in Selma, thev have suffered crackod heads and weary feet. - They' 'have been maced and mangled, beaten and broken!" n'it THEY HAVE dreamed the impossible dream, they have told it on the mountain and they have even threatened the fire next time. But the beating goes on. That old juggernaut, the Military and Industrial complex which Rules the World, just keeps on rolling on. Che Guevara is dead and gone, Martin Luther King is the dream that might have been. Regis Debray is in jail. Charles DeGaulle is still president of France. Richard Francis Daley is still mayor of Chicago. And after all that, after the marches and the beatings and the jails and the speeches, the saints have been formulated, they have been pinned; they have been left pinned and wriggling on the wall. But the war goes en. They even fight on the strange and acrid plains of Nebraska. They form parties, they are concern ed; they seek peace and they seek freedom. We would hope that somewhere, out of all that hoping and talking and fighting and dreaming, some good would come. IX OMAHA, Ernie Chambers is running for the School Board. If only he could win. In Lincoln, Bruce Hamilton is running for Con gress. If only he could win. But Chambers won't win and Hamilton won't win and the war will go on. So you see, saints are rather useless creatures after all. Woodman Here it is at last. The demonstration in which we can all participate. THE FACTS are simple. The administration (cul prits all) want to cut down all those lovely trees be hind Sheldon so that they can build an even more " lovely structure (so they say) a sculpture garden. No one would really kick about having a sculpture garden. (Depending, of course, on what they put in it.) But when you consider that they intend to tear up the only pretty place on campus to put it there, you begin to wonder. To be in this demonstration, you don't have to be in SDS or the Peace and Freedom Party. You could even be a Republican. Or a fascist, for that matter. Just find out what day they're going to cut down the trees, find yourself a perch, and force them to bulldoze you over. -; Please, chancellor, spare those trees. ' Go Home, Bill There's a nice, polite little letter from a certain syndicate in my desk. They want to know why I haven't asked Bill Buckley to send us his popular column again. My, my. You'd think those syndicate people could afford to buy a television set. Happy reading ... The Lincoln Police Department (you know, those boys in blue down on 10th street who polish their nightsticks every night and dream of the day when they'll have a riot of their very own) have subscribed to the Daily Nebraskan. It's nice to know you're wanted, but in what svsy? Jack Todd Hopscotch? See Your Local Recruiter Class Filled As of May 1st Classroom Finished By Spring Advance One Step Stand In Line Stand In Line Fay $5.00 Get Time Apt. Card Stand la Line Inside report Larry Eckholt . . . Riots not needed to save trees Graffiti on the Coliseum Sidewalk. During the summer I wrote a story for the Summer Nebraskan which dealt with trees and causes and pro gress. . Much- concern, was .shown about a certain Russian Oak on East Campus which was destined to be cut down because of a new entrance to the campus. THE TREE is still standing because University planners decided that the road could be designed in such a way that the tree might live. In fact, it might even add something to the beauty of the new entrance. But it had to be pointed out to some people that trees are not just a temporary thing. Given the right growing conditions, the proper care, and some consideration, a particular tree grows for decades. But now more campus trees are threatened. This time on the City Campus. For years the University has Been taiKing aDout a sculpture garden being built near Sheldon Art Gallery. For years, the students have generally anticipated this addition to the campus with great enthusiasm. But a casual walk through the area proposed for the garden reveals that nearly half of the trees in the area are going to go. Ominous white circles gird those trees which will be saved. Ominous because history suggests that they may not be saved anyvvay. MANY OF the trees were to be saved for landscaping the building. Most of them were considered priceless and were tagged for salvation. Well, the man who operated the bulldozer had the final say. He thought the mark meant that the tree was to go. And they did. In the end most of the trees were finally taken out because they just couldn't be saved. But some of the trees which will go now are perfectly healthy and just happen to be very pretty. The area is one of a few spots on campus which actually has some grass (the lawn type) left. I don't think that the sculpture garden is a bad idea. like reflecting pools and modern sculpture and benches and everything else connected with the garden. And I appreciate that the Sheldon family t h o u gh t enougn of the cultural needs of the University to bequeath Our man hoppe ... Triumphant hour lacks happ it with the m a g n i f i c e nt gallery itself and the garden which will enhance it. BUT, THE plain and simple fact is that much wil .be. . sacrificed for the garden.-And I think some of the trees which are marked for destruction could be saved. Why does a designer tear up a pretty place to "add" beauty to the campus. Was the area the only area available for the garden? Did it have to be so concentrated? So it looks like the University student body has a perfect issue before it. The perfect demonstration is also coming into sight: On the day which the trees are to be removed students could gallantly grace various branches. Certainly some kind of negotiations could be w orked out w ithout bloodshed. And how many people could call them Maoists for wanting to save trees? I can hear the chant now: "A riot there doesn't have to be, "But only I can save this tree!" John Schmidt . . . by Arthur Hoppe Chicago Once upon a time in the country called Wonderfuland, there were wars and riots and unease and disillusionment. Now Wonderfuland was run by those called The Grown Ups. And it was clear that The Grown-Ups weren't run ning it very well. IT WAS clearest of all to The Children "Why can't there be peace and equality and justice and kindness?" they said. "Why? Why? Why?" "Don't ask so many ques tions," said The Grown-Ups irritably. "You'll understand just as soon as you're Grown Ups, too." The Children swore they would never understand. They vowed to tear down this sorry scheme of things entirely. Only they didn't quite know how. Then along came a shining knight on a white charger who said he would lead them to peace and equality and justice and kindness. Some of The Children thought his name was Eugene, some thought it was Bobby. And some came to think it was Teddy. But whatever his name, The Children worshipped The Shining Knight. And they followed him through snows and deserts and valleys and mountains and forests for months and months and thousands and thousands of miles. At last he lead them to the very citadel of The Grown Ups, a fortress called Chicago. THERE WEREclub-carry-lng guards in white helmets as far as The Children could see. And there were Grown Ups everywhere, openly wheeling and dealing and maneuvering with public con tempt for fairness and justice. "Fear not," cried The Children. "We shall win the battle, for our cause is just and our hearts are pure." So the battle began. Some of The Children were brutally clubbed. Some were reviled. And all were appalled by how callously and unfairly The Grown-Ups fought. "If that's the way they want to fight," said The Children, as the tide ran against them, "we'll fight that way, too." So some who had talked of kindness threw rocks. And some who had talked of fairness tried to wheel and deal. But they didn't know how. And The Shining Knight went down to defeat quickly and easily just as The Grown-Ups had known he would all along. Some of The Children wept. "It's not fair," said a beautiful young girl, her large eyes wet with tears. "It's just not fair." A FEW VOWED to fight on somehow. But many grew apathetic and disillusioned. "I guess that's the way life is," they said wearily, "and there's not much we can do about it." At this. The Grown-Ups patted them on their shoulders and said, "See? We told'you that you'd understand when you became Grown-Ups, too." So, as expected, it was a famous victory for The Grown-Ups. An overwhelm ingly easy victory, as ex pected. All as expected. And the only odd thing in the glorious hour of triumph was that no one was happy about it. Not the old Grown Ups nor the new Grown-Ups. No one was happy at all. Moral: So what's so great about growing up? Soul, rubber and otherwise In memory of my favorite pair of shoes, my desert suede chuka boots, I am about to relate the following tale of woe. Desert boots are virtually indestructible with their soft leather uppers and strong crepe soles. A summer of pavement pounding in search for cultural inspiration proved to be the undoing of my crepe soles, as a hole the size of a quarter appeared in my left one. Hot nights in Lincoln sent me in quest of refreshment for body- and soul. The frustration of one place hiking the price of pizza and another the price of "frostier" sent me hiking greater distances in search of pleasure. Now, as the campus comes alive with many boots and an even greater thirst, it appears that soul satisfaction is in the near future. Saturday, September 21, marks the arrival and ap pearance of the first of three black soul groups in Lincoln. The Checkmates Limited will perform at the University Coliseum for an evening con cert and dance. This is the group that usually plays Caesars Palace in Las Vegas and has brought such comments as, "If I'm ever out of work, The Checkmates Limited is the group I would want to be part of." This comment came from Bill Cosby, one of the many contemporary enter tainers who have taken an interest in rock groups. Woody Allen has said, " . . . they're brilliant musically and extremely funny and they do create a fantastic amount of excitement." This brings Daily Nebraskan ffeoond-clasa postage Mid at Lincoln. Neb. TELEPHONES Editor 472-258, New. 473-SM. Battues. 473-2590. subscription rates are M Per semester or M for tb. academic wewieeaiy. I Qorsoay IH VTTOV unOM ma Published school nir. jet rartu vacations and kui period, by the students of tba darwctcy vi ..cmwe WW NnNKM OT ID. V CliJVT M Pubiieeoons PabltoUoaa ahajT be free from or any perm 00 wide the Univtrsit. Hempen ww war caoeeia oe pfuwa. Merober Assweittss) OUeiUna. eeasorshlo fey the ftoposmmittee pi we n. r. rmeaalbla NaUeaaJ (dwaootaj Mrcrtlataf (arvte. Editorial Staff ..Editor Jack Todd; Managing Editor Ed Icenogle; New. Editor Lynn Gottseheik; Night New. Editor Kent Cockson; Editorial Page Assistant Molly Murrell; Assistant Night news Editor Phil Medcalli Sports Editor Mark Gordon; Assistant Sports Edilor Randy York; Senior Staff Writers: John Dvorak, Larry Eclkholt, George Kaufman, Julie Morris, Jim Pederseni Junior Staff Writers: Bart Dennis, Terry Grobe, Holly Rosenberger, Bill Smitfierman, Connie Winkler; Senior Copy Editor Joan Wauonert Copy Editors: Phyllis Adkisson. Dave Fllipi, June Waggoner, Andrea Woods; Photo graph Chief Daa Ldelj Photographer Jim Shaw; ArUsta Brut Skinner and Gail PleMman. - up another point, they put on a fabulous show, one' well worth the money and the trek to the Coliseum. The tighten-up originators from Houston Texas, Archie Bell and the Drells, bring their sounds to Lincoln's Pershing Auditorium on Fri day, September 27. With a sound that sounds bigger than from a four man combo, The Drells conquered the national charts with "The Tighten Up" and other later hits. Another trek which will be well worth the trip, if you sit close to the stage. If Nebraska weather doesn't cramp his style any more than an International tour did, the Charles Lloyd quartet will entertain the more relaxed outdoor au dience at Sheldon Art Gallery on October 4. All I can say about Charles Lloyd that hasn't already been said is that if you're in the mood for a change, slip a Lloyd record in with that stack of whatever you're Mania to apd yeu wjll pe pleasantly surprised. Incidentally, if anyone has a size 14 desert boot they'd like to loan me (a left one please) I would be able to make these three journeys to an appeasement of my soul at the expense of your sole. Kremlin trapped by Rowland Evans and Robert Novak Washington The deeper reason for the acute and still-rising alarm in the West over the crisis in Eastern Europe is not so much the Soviet in vasion of Czechoslovakia as the fear that the Kremlin has now allowed itself to be caught in a trap from which there is no exit. There is deep concern among highly-placed of ficials, both in the Western and anti-Soviet Com munist camps, that the swift movement of several hundred thousand Soviet soldiers . into Czechoslovakia was marked by highly erratic if not irrational conduct within the Kremlin. FOR EXAMPLE, some expert analysts now believe that the prime consideration behind the August 20 occupation was a virtual ultimatum by the Soviet joint staff with a very interesting and uncomfortable motive in mind: To block the pro jected summit meeting between Soviet Premier Alexei Kosygin and President Johnson. The first word that these two world leaders had agreed to meet in Geneva to start talks on control of anti-ballistic missile systems reached, top-level Soviet officials about August 18. Within two days Soviet troops, with token help from loyal - Warsaw Pact allies, had invaded Czechoslovakia. Thus the announcement of the Big Two meeting, scheduled for the following day simultaneously in Washington and Moscow, was nipped in the bud. Evidence that this military takeover was not preceded by elementary precautions on the political front is too blatant to be ignored. The Soviet ambassador's glib assurance to the Kremlin that a Quisling government could quickly be installed in Prague turned out to be wholly false. Moreover, the apparent assumption in Moscow that the Czechs would follow the course of least resistance, as they had in 1938 under Hitler's coup and Stalin's own takeover in 1948, ignored the most fundamental fact of political life in the torn and shredded Soviet empire today. This fact is that the Czech movement toward a free press, economic decentralization, and a Communist party with power coming from the rank and file, not rigidly controlled from the top, is a true reflection of the inexorable direction of, Communist satellite politics today, heavily larded with nationalism. Thus the Czechs correctly see themselves as the wave of the future. In 1938, to the contrary, the obvious wave of the future was Hitler and in 1948 it was Stalin. BUT EVEN MORE to the point is the apparent lack of consensus within the Kremlin preceding . the invasion in favor of an easy policy toward Czechoslovakia, and yet Suslov is generally regarded as an ideological hard-liner and theoreti cian of party orthodoxy. On the other side, Wladyslaw Gomulka of Poland and Walter Ulbricht of East Germany are warning Moscow that if there is a Soviet retreat from Czechoslovakia they may not be able to hold their own positions. Suslov has been trying to put back together the old Moscow-led international Communist world. The Czech occupation has made that impossible, destroying Moscow's credentials in Italy, France,: and other countries with minority Communist parties. Accordingly, the Kremlin is caught in a trap, which is why some well-informed Soviet experts in both the Western and the Communist camps now fear that the Czech affair may be leading straight to the most dangerous East-West con frontation since the Cuban missile crisis or the 1961 Berlin crisis. But in both those situations, one man held the reins of power in Moscow. Today there is no Nikita Khruschev. Power is split among half a dozen men, with the military apparently in a new ascendancy, determined to employ mailed-fist solutions for the most subtle, complex political problem the disintegration of the Soviet empire. Not only is there no single leader to make decisions, there's no apparent way out of the Czech crisis at all. That's why, behind the official facade here, the mood is blacker than at any time in the past six years. The Skit Awhile or so ago General Grant helped Lincoln free the black. He was a man of history. He won a war for liberty. (Rah, Rah) But now, no longer proud, His ghost is aghast. For the grass is red and read In the park that bears his name And that lady saint of freedom, her voice a tired siren, her breath a tear-gas stench, and her great arm so club weary that she no longer holds the torch, Hides her head in Helmets And is too deaf to hear the beggars. Too old to know remorse. For there was a skit in Daley's City. where on the director's cue, a roll-call engine outvoiced the few. and it was staged appropriately in the midst of barb wire and stockyards. But the title was ill-chosen For the real ' 'Convention" was on the streets where the people milled and where the blood was spilled. Where the stains on Hilton's gutter debated Marquee greetings, "Mayor Daley welcomes you," but not you or me, not even Cronkite. And the Mace Man squirted While far away the Bombers bombed And everywhere People pondered "oh where, oh where is this place ', they call Viet Nam?" And I, I once pledged allegiance. But, alas, a pig with a can sprayed me in the face And tbroygh the bhflr A bjac baoaar flurried. And someone whispered "One nation over the ft PI" And I answered "Divided with liberty for swine And justice for none." And I was arrested on TV, But the camera was busted. David Bunnell S fry - it