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PAG6 2 THE DAILY NEBRASKAh WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 4, 1968 W W PA5T I B0ReP P(Al05t WITH f( mjWlthV, IHW06H A YWCttt Or that TMHpm of piFFEmxBS uoas m&swpn&? who kcmp- ire FlMAaVT WAS RJRGEP TO STOP TOCIUG m 0l7R MOT "ID 6MS MCOlr UPS6 OF OUR M- 10606$ 0)A MyuiCATOiu. If LJKU A mrt ALHJ1 LrifrJAFTlw mer-l ai iirv iii i"v i-i JI J" ' Atop om more mot rAecfSra SERVE AS A SAFETY lALVK" A6AIUST bJB Itmp 1W nUKG 1 fill BRUTAL izev tvemmx turns w ooce but TO TORN) imnCOLMB BBCNJS6 1 MS VWUm 10 ADMIT THAT lip (Mx wokQ V r am iHWK of saw was ; a: aim R3R SAKE" I WP6 1H6V MOT svccmiu. f3K5IABUSHW5 COMTACT V 1 AW rAfN Tie Olympics: late returns Some revealing quotes regarding the recent Olympic Games are still filtering in. They point up a problem so basic and so widely misunderstood as to merit comment. After the Incident (the time Tommy Smith and John Carlos stood with black-gloved hands and bowed heads in Olympic stadium) Bob Paul, press officer of the U.S. Olympic Committee, told reporters: "The untypical, exhibition of these athletes . . . violates the basic standards of sportsmanship which are highly regarded in the U.S." A bad enough statement in itself. But the magazine which reported the press conference (Ramparts) also reported the attitude behind the statement. After the conference, discovering the Ramparts reporter in the crowd, Paul said, "You're on the niggers' side, aren't you." . BECAUSE THEIR SKILLS are badly needed . if college" teams are to maintain their winning" records, black athletes have long since been ac cepted on the athletic field. There are indications, however, that the acceptance is only talent-deep. UCLA track coach Jim Bush, for example, provides his view: "As far as Carlos goes, I was hoping that he wouldn't even place. They want everything, they want the world. They don't want the Olympics, they want everything given them." Most coaches, if not less prejudiced than Bush, are at least smarter. Realizing that restless blacks can be as damaging to success as Steve Owens, Bob Devaney has done everything in his power to assure that black athletes at Nebraska are treated more than fairly. DESPITE HIS EFFORTS, indications of pre judice among some coaches, and to a greater extent among some athletes, continually float around the Field House. Athletes openly friendly to black athletes when they are present, will invariably mutter something about "damn lazy boogs" if a black athlete is sidelined with an injury. Below Bob Devaney's level, however, there is little than can be done to correct the situation. White athletes are given the best of all opportunities to check their prejudices by constant contact with blacks. The persistence of their hatreds is an in dication of the fundamental nature of this sickness in American society. So, it seems, is the reaction of the American people to Smith and Carlos. All those fine words about sportsmanship and great American virtues are intended only to mask the underlying attitudes,' expressed in Paul's statement, "You're on the nig gers' side, aren't you?" Jack Todd Ed itoriab Commemitarj Our man Hoppe I love you this is a recording by Aurthur Hoppe Herewith is - another unwritten chapter from that unpublished text, "A History of the World, 1950 to 1999." Its title: "Ma Bell Saves the Day." By the early Seventies, the old morality had crumbled. The old certitudes had vanished. Wars, riots and revolutions flourished. Neighbor mistrusted neighbor. People no longer touched each other. Conversations ; were icily polite. AND FROM the look in the eye of mankind, it was clear that the human race was on the brink. It was the telephone com pany that preserved civiliza tion. With people retreating in ward on themselves, the number of telephone calls placed daily had dropped alarmingly. To stimulate business it was suggested that the company provide another recorded message as a public service. "WE ALREADY give our subscribers the time and the weather," said the Board Chairman irritably. "What else do people need these .days?" " "'Sympathy ?r "suggested a vice president, half jokingly. The new service was an in stant success. At first people were hesitant to dial "S-Y-M-P-A-T-H-Y."- "That's silly,' they'd say, shaking their heads. Then when they were sure no one was listening, they d pick up the phone in embarrassed secretlveness. v?poOR DEAR," the re cording began in a gentle voice of sweet consolation. "I'm so terribly sorry for you. Oh, the pain you must be suffering! But how brave you are not to show it. How very proud of you I am. Poor dear." After one month, studies showed each subscriber was making an average of 3.4 calls to the number daily. The company immediately an nounced plans for new recorded services. Next came, "I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U": "Oh, dearest, how deeply I love you With my whole soul, my whole being. You are everything on earth to me my sun, my moon, my st&rs ' THIS WAS quickly followed b y "F-R-I-E-N-D-S-H-I-P," ("Hi, there, old buddy ..."), C 0 - N - F -I-D-E-N-C-E" ("Gosh, you're just about the greatest . . ."), and "S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y" ("There, now, there's absolutely nothing to worry about as long as we have each other"). Special messages were ad ded for those with special needs, such as "M-O-T-H-E-R." ("Oh, it's so good to hear your voice, son. Are you get tog enough to eat? ARE you wearing your galoshes? Are you . . ."). Surprisingly, one of the most popular was "A-U-T-H-O-R-I-T-Y." ("When you hear the signal, you will have 60 seconds to state your dilem ma." After 60 seconds, a stern voice came on to thunder: "You know what's right. Now, by God, do it!") THUS HUMANITY came to have everything that man had always wanted from his fellow man Sympathy, love, friendship, confidence, security and authority. And yet, oddly enough, deep down people were still uneasy. Further studies were made. And at last the telephone company came up with the solution: "U-L-T-I-M-A-T-E-N-E-E-D." "You are a singular human' being among all living crea tures, different from all other men. You are that God-created miracle: you are, above all else, an individual. "This is a recording." Chronicle Features Larry Eckholt . . . Hie Word Controversy upon controversy has developed on campus this semester, but still (to the dismay of University radicals, and even, perhaps, its reac tionaries) the Daily Nebraskan has not yet been able to print The Word. Afterall, The Word has gained in popularity, national and local, In recent months. TRY AS they did, the censors were unable to slice from television coverage all of The Words from the demonstrators' lips at the Chicago con vention. And in its report to the President, the sub-committee on violence which studied the in cidents used The Word ("regarded as rank obscenity," the report says) no less than 80 times, according to reports which only describe, allude, or define The Word. The Minnesota Daily showed a picture of The Word earlier this fall. The New York Times reported the Daily's usage of It, adroitly refraining from using The Word itself, but singling it out effectively. The Word is spicing the vocabulary of many more Nebraska students. Liberated females shock their prudish peers with It. And It could be heard more often than usual during this year's football season. HYDE PARK during brief, yet uninhibited flutterings of revolution heard The Word when a dozen or so students marched to the Union microphone and clearly, gleefully, enunciated It. The drab, carpeted walls of the lounge absorbed The Word and, it is said, the Union will never again be the same. But the Nebraskan failed to report that flutter of excitement since no reporter was assigned to cover that session of Hyde Park. Another chance to print The Word was muffed. So I, in the spirit of a true New Liberal, took it upon myself to use The Word for my readers, and for posterity. Although I would certainly jeopardize the diploma which could be mine in January, I decided that it was my duty to use It. "I WILL BE responsible," I proudly proclaim, ed. "I will open the floodgates for fourlet terwordlovers on this campus. A ripple created by liberated journalists like me will be followed by a tidal wave of radicalism at the University." If I were a junior, I thought reassuredly, I would surely make Innocents. The problem still remained how I would raise the subject, so to speak, in a subtle manner. I wanted it to be to the point, but not obvious. I wanted it to be candid, but in impeccable taste. In a flash, I decided to use The Word in a movie review of a film in which the subject is also raised but never carried out to fulfilment. is I WOULD write, "what movies nowadays need But it was useless. UCKF. KUFC. CFKU. UKCF. No matter what I did, The Word would not be made flesh. It just wouldn't take its true substance. . . SOME THING, some force, was scrambling my typewriter keys when I attempted to use It. My efforts to discover the source of that strange, mysterious spell were futile. Depressed, I decided that I really didn't give a damn what the hell was wrong, re-read "Candy," went to the nearest men's room and scribbled The Word where ever I could find room. Now I feel better. , An open letter to the university . . . "You must change your life."-Rilke Since beginning my student experience" at the University of Nebraska. I have continually been amazed at the profound apathy en countered everywhere on campus and the profound idiots who perpetuate it. The majority of those connected with this university are apathetic. The farm boys, frat boys, straights, heads, and chick, the profs and administration (especially the administra tion) are somewhat unaware 'of the reality of their purpose on this campus. Nearly anyone on this campus can be said to possess some degree of apathy, though obviously some people are more hung up in their own little world than are others. . LOOK AROUND YOU: the world is bigger than The Crib. The fact is that apathy does exist on this campus (as well as other places) and that most students here are hung up in it. Having said as much, I acknowledge a self-indictment; I am hung up in many things myself. And I find it unusual to be writing a letter of protest. But here. I rap. I with the hope that maybe i some faint flicker of in telligence on the horizon can point us all out of our private caves. Also, being guilty of ig norance, often the first step to knowledge, I hope to convey my thing to you in my own way. Undoubtedly I will of fend some people. If I do, I will not regret it. It is my goal to motivate people to question their hangups and whether they are worth it. More specifically, are you worth it? Why do you exiit? To be apathetic? Satisfaction. No change. Apathy. Stability. Satisfac tion. Walk around campus. Open your eyes. You're as bund to your environment as Oedipus was to his. Anxieties, ideals, hopes; frustrations, love, hate; red, green, black, white. A FRAT BOY in doctrinating a pledge on the pretense of brotherhood. Satisfaction. A table full of jocks hasseling a cat with some hair. ("You, you, you 'n I, ver-, ver-, versities . . ." Rah.) Satisfaction. A sorority chick shutting down an independent. Satisfaction. An independent iaughing at the Greeks. Satisfaction. Chancellor Hardin sitting around in his office practicing his putting. Satisfaction. A campcop giving a student a five dollar ticket. They're all satisfied. With what? U n iveritas Nebraskensis? Lincoln? The world? I doubt it. But apathetic? Yes. Change is uncomfortable. Wet armpits are un comi'ortable. Being un comfortable is better than being wasted. Get up your minds and see if there is anything inside besides vague concepts of stability: GOOD MAYOR SAM put ting down The Great Demonstration with his mid dle class, white collar, racist rhetoric ("What we got here is a failure to communicate"). Associated Students United for Nay-saying hot-potatoing their way through the agenda ("What we got here is a failure"). Clifford Maximus settling down in his job for a long winter's sleep ("What we got here?"). Students punch-carding themselves and folding, mutilating, and generally bendingtheir minds ("What?"). Rilke was right. You must. I must. We all must. That is the conjugation of the pro blem. Sincerely, Tom Schule Daily Nebraskan Second-clasi postage paid at Lincoln, Neb. TELEPHONE Editor 472 25M, Newe 472-2589, Buglnua 472-2590. Addrest correspondence to Daily Nebraskan. Room 51. Student Union, University of Nebraska. Lincoln, Nebiuka 68508 Subscription rates are M per semester or for the academic year Published Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday during the school year except duriwi vacations and exaui periods by the ituaen.'s ol the University of Nebraska under the iurisdicion ol the Faculty Subcommittee on Student Publications Publications shall be free from censorship by the Subcommittee or any person outside the University Members of the Nebraskan art responsible for what they cause to be printed Member Associated Coileaiate Prtss. National Educational Advertising Service Editorial Staff Editoi Jack Todd: Managing Kdiioi Ed Icenoglei News Editor Lynn Gotta chalk. 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