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The DciJy Nebrpskcn
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1968..
"Tie case
by George Kaufman
. The hippy-yippy-communist-liberal-middle - of-the-road
pseudo-radical-conservative editor of the
local campus hippy-yippy-communist-liberal - mid-dle-of-the-road-pseudo-radical-conservative
news
paper called a conference of his staff.
Jack Plodd, mild-mannered editor opened with
the words, "I suppose you all wonder why I've
called you here today."
We all replied in the affirmative, nodding in
unison as we had been instructed on the first
day and muttering "Yes, oh gracious master."
"Well, I'm stuck for an editorial for tom
morrow's paper. I want some ideas."
Again, we nodded in unison and muttered, "Yes,
oh gracious master."
"Now," he said, turning his steel-blue cold.
of
the
calculating, nerveless eyes upon each of us in
dividually, "who can we offend next?"
One reporter nervously rose after raising her
hand to gain permission and suggested that he
come out against R.O.T.C. on campus in one of
his typically fiery editorials which were typified
by flaming metaphors served after a short course
of soup.
"Lowly wench!" Jack shouted, taking the saber .
out of his mouth long enough to utter a string
of sordid obscenities as two burly guards dragged
the reporter off kicking and screaming, toward
the dungeon.
"That editorial." muttered Jack, "wculd only
offend people who were for R.O.T.C. This is to
be my last editorial before I burn myself in front
Great
Verbal
of Love Library tomorrow to prove to all my
critics I'm a sincere radical. This has got to be
the biggie, the climax (as it were), the one that
offends everyone on campus."
We all thought in silence for a moment as
Jack inhaled from his combination Indian water
pipe Old Gold Long filter cigarette.
"I've got it!" shouted one of the freshmen
as we all winced and edged away from his chair.
"Attack the Greeks for being too independent and
the Independents for being too Greek."
The poor beggar barely got the last words
out before his throat was slit by the six-foot-nine
Hindu body guard who followed Jack everywhere
faithfully.
As he gurgled his last, I slowly raised my
Coup
hand and when recognized by the Great One
said slowly, "Why don't we come out for conti
nuing the Daily Nebraskan another semester?"
I waited for the quick death, but nothing hap
pened. I slowly opened my eyes and saw (gasp)
Jack sitting, eyes half-closed in that inimitable
way he has, contemplating.
At long last he spoke. "That . . . is . . . it".
He took another drag, then turned to me and
said: "You die."
'But why?" I said, jumping up in surprise.
"Didn't you like the idea?"
"Yes," he replied, his Deautuui yeuow eyes
elimmerine in the lieht of the camp-fire, "but
you know too much."
(amen)
Quality of mercy
is not strained . .
Pity the poor administrator.
He hath trials and tribulations we mere mortals
can little note nor long remember. He is the man
between (the middle-man, if you will), beset by
solons on the right, students on the left, heaven
above and Hell below.
As if the ordinary, run-of-the-miH conflagrations
weren't sufficient, this past week has been a
particularly trying one for the courageous Knights
in shining Brooks Brothers who would try to stir
this evil brew. First the students (knaves, every
one of them), began to batter down the gates.
Although the knights thought it much ado about
nothing, the students continued plotting their assault
like the merry wives of Windsor, writing a new
and very different winter's tale.
Then the state Attorney General, acting like
Guy Fawkes at work in the bowels of Parliament,
nearly blew the whole thing to smithereens. It
was enough to make the knights long for the splen
dors of grass and the glory of flowers. Even reign
ing as King of Quivira can be little solace in
these trying days.
Since next week is but a brief one here, and
since it is the week of Thanksgiving, we are declar
ing it "Be Kind to Administrators Week." We
realized the need for this late last night, wben
one of our inquiring reporters, spying on the castle
of a knight, saw him pacing the floor, muttering:
Sleep, sleep. The stadents doth murder sleep,
sleep that knits the ravelled sleeve of care . . ."
So remember, the quality of mercy is not
strained. It droppeth, after alL like the gentle rains
from heaven. Speak softly and carry a big heart
next week. And remember, blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth . . .
A sticky question
of student funds
The Nebraska Attorney GeneraTs office has
issued a ruling on dormitory funds regarding
Kearney State University that the Lmcola Jraraal
has indicated may apply to the University. The
funds involved, something over one and one-half
million dollars, are fees collected above the amount
needed to Pnanr the actual operation of the dorms.
The University is collecting about 1230 per
dormitory space each year for these funds.
Presumably, tLe funds are being nsed to pay
off the indeb&xe bonds on the dorms, though
precisely what all tie money will be used for
is not clear as yet The Attorney General simply
implied in &e Kearney ruling that there was w
itgislalAe fssitj isr fcvyirg dorm charge so
high that the schools amass a surplus of foods.
The Attorney General has made no comment
or ruling as yet on the University, or in any way
suggested thai the Keanrey decision was intended
to apply here. For that reason, we are adopting
a wait-and-see attitude on the matter.
Because tMs is the sort of issue that many
students could become angry about, we hope that
the administration and the Board of Regents will
make a public statement immediately explaining
ike rationale for collecting the funds and precisely
what each dollar in that vast kitty is marked
for.
Ia principle, the polky of collecting the funds
has a somewfcat shaky foundation, since a more
liberal bousing polky wocld have reduced the need
for so much rapid dormitory cnstractkm. Since
it hag beea d.!He, the administration win
Lave to act quickly to avoid a gigantic financial
mess if the Attorney General ever applies the
Kearney rclisg to this University.
Jack Todd
In Memoriam
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
1917-1963
Editorial
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Our man Hoppe .
A good coiiege education that's a riot
by Arthur Hoppe
Once upon a time in the
country called Wooderfuland
there was turmoil on the col
lege campuses.
White stadents shouted,
"Student freedom:" Black
students snouted, "Black
freedom! Professors
hooted, "Academic
freedom! And everybody
threw rocks, smashed
furniture and otherwise
established meaningful in
terpersonal relationships
mostly with the cops,
THE PUBLIC grew furious.
"Freedom, bah!" said the
public. These smart kids
just don't appreciate the
value of a good college
education.
And the public adamantly
refused to build any more
colleges.
The impasse was resolved
by the noted educator. Dr. F.
David Skawrewe. "What is
obviously needed," he said,
"is a radical revision of our
entire system of higher
education. Let cs begin by
sog ourselves what is the
purpose of geasg to college?
After orach study. Dr.
fiawrewe issued a report
showing that tee parpo of
j-ing to college was to read
an average cf 1237 books that
so one would ever otherw ise
"WHO," SAID DR.
Skawrewe triumphantly, "in
a lifetime of heavy reading
would every curl up with
Beowulf? Or with Introduc
tory Aerodynamics? Or The
Life Cycle of the Axolotl? Or
The Collected Works of
Wordsworth?
"So, if it were not for ac
quiring a good college educa
tion, these works that no one
wants to read would go
unread1."
Once Dr. Skawrewe bad put
bis finger on the essence of a
necessary radical change in
the system became all too
apparent.
THE PUBLIC university
approved bis concept for a
new college and at - last
Skawrewe University opened
it gates.
It consisted of two ivy-clad
halls the West Cell Slock
for Men and the East Cell
Block for Women. Each
student as provided with an
individual, sound-proofed cell
containing a cot, a basin a
chair and 123.7 books no one
wanted to read.
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tiocs," explained Dr.
Skawrewe proudly, "we feel
the student will not only read
these books willingly but
speedily thus acquiring a
good college education in as
little as 13.2 months.
AT FIRST ALL went well.
Incoming freshmen moped
around for a few days in their
cells. But soon each picked a
book from the stack and
began to read it Soon his
eyes would glaze. Soon be
would cast it aside and try
another. Soon the campus was
in a turmoiL
White students shouted,
"Student freedom!5 Black
students shouted, "Black
freedom! The guards
shouted, "Academic
freedom! And everybody
smashed their cots, threw
their chairs and otherwise
established meaningful in
terpersonal relationships
mostly with the National
Guard, which was called out
to quell the riot
"I can't understand ft,"
said a. defeated Dr.
Skawrewe. "Though we've
radically changed the whole
system of higher education,
the students behave exactly
as they did before.
Moral: The public's right
These smart kids just don't
appreciate the value of a good
coiiege education.
Grade! Feat ares
Larry Eckholt . . .
'Rachel, Rachel'
discovers life
"Rachel, Rachel," as its title implies, is the
study of a woman with two selves.
One is the 35-year-old spinster, who, in her
estimation, "has reached the middle of my life."
The other, the seven-year-old, who is discovering
life. The ironic part of Rachel's life is that, at
35, she is just discovering life.
The beauty of this film, marking the directing
debut of Paul Newman, is the way it utilizes all
of the cinematic devices to tell a complex story of
an ordinary woman. Flashbacks, stop action, stills,
panoramic sweeps, close-ups, slow motion, flash
forwards. The result is a montage portrait of Rachel
Cameron.
Joanne Woodward, aided by her husband's
direction, makes Rachel a plausible human being.
Unable to leave her ailing but spiteful mother,
Rachel discovers that she has been emotionally
as well as physically cut off from the real world.
Her world is a curious blend of the past, present
and future.
OFTEN RACHEL just reflects on her childhood.
However, sometimes she perceives reality through
the eyes of a child. She seems to be a 35-year-old
teacher learning from her pupils.
Finally Rachel decides to escape. The emotions
which have been held back for a lifetime are
released in a summer. She wants to breathe life:
she wants tt give life.
The supporting roles add to the film's ef
fectiveness. Calla, played by Estelle Parsons, ,s
a fellow spinster-schoolteacher whose concern
motivates Rachel's initial emotional release. The
scene, undoubtedly the most exciting in the movie,
takes place at a revival meeting. Here Newman
shows his ability to handle a delicate subject with
candor and feeling without displaying bad taste.
This technique is applied throughout the film
The Newman's daughter, Melissa, is the child
Rachel. Her innocent style lends credibiuty to the
flashback scenes. She really looks like Joanne
Woodward.
Othe. fine performances are given by Geraldine
Fitzgerald, Rachel's bitch-of-a-mother, and James
Olson, the cocky former schoolmate who introduces
sex to Rachel's life.
BUT ACTING IS not the only vehicle which
moves this film. The musical score is superb. The
photography is quite satisfying. The editing,
especially when Rachel's thoughts are "shown".
Is excellent
The viewer leaves "Rachel, Rachel" in a state
of anticipation: when will Paul Newman direct
another film and how long is it going to take
to make it?
Hopefully in the near future.
ALSO: An excellent travalog. "Skies Over
Holland," accompanies "RacheL Rachel" at the
Varsity. Relying on music, color and form, the
film bows bow painters are influenced by nature.
Finally, they have learned to make interesting,
colorful and aesthetically beautiful travelogues
without narration.
From the bulletin board
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Five years later
Five years ago today John Fitzgerald Kennedy
was murdered in Dallas. Now his name and some
vague memories are everywhere. Even the police
use his name on the radio to clarify the license
number J . . . K. But all that does not change
the fact that we left Dallas with a much different
world, and for quite some time the Battle Hymn
of the Republic has been the sound of protestors
marching feet
The problem today is what to do with the
legacy, now to perform the tasks we set for
ourselves so long ago. In this context. It seems
there is one thing to be learned from John Kennedy,
one element of the legend that can do the most
to keep it alive. That element is the belief that
we can succeed.
The most recurring slogan of the past few
years in our generation has been tune In, tarn
on, drop out For what? In favor of a racist sockty?
fa favor of endless foreign wan?
Admittedly, there is set a great deal to be
pHraistic about now. Just to get a man to run
this country we bad to accept a cast-off from
the dusWin of history. But the studetts who march,
who study, who speak and write represent hope.
The best way to honor John Kennedy and the
men who have been and are trying to lead us
into a better world is to try. Drop at if yoo
wilL but do a little remembering first
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