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During the 1970 student strike protesting the Indochina war, Ladely was a leader of strike forces, shown here
marching at a peace rally.
near the worth of that picture.
In addition to photographing for the
Daily Nebraskan, Dan served it in a
variety of other positions. Some of his
poetry has appeared in it, he served as
literary editor, copy editor, even
appeared in an ad once. It was for TEAM
Electronics and featured Ladely, wearing
beginning to spill down his heartbroken some kind of headphones with little
face. A thousand words couldn't come antennae sticking out of them. The ad
dan ladely
UPERSTAR
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copy read simply: "Turn; In, Turn On."
But that ain't all. There was plenty
more steamin' to be done.
On February 6, 1970, a column called
"Suppository" made its maiden
appearance in the Daily Nebraskan.
Written by one Dan Ladely, the first
sentence in this new column was, "Up
yours," Fairmont Foods Company of
Omaha, Nebraska.
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by John Ray Jr.
Dan Ladely is responsible for a large number of his friends
losing faith in "the law." This is how it happened.
One dark summer's night quite a while ago, a bunch of
people didn't feel like going home after a party. It had been a
very nice party. A spit-roasted pig and a lot of beer had been
consumed. There had been good music. Someone got the idea
that everyone should go out to Hickman for a swim.
A long caravan of cars headed for the lake at about one
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o'clock, led by Dan's pick-up. It was a cloudy night-not a star
in the sky. No one felt the need for a bathing suit. The water
was like black milk. The non-swimmers were kept afloat by
the beer they'd drunk.
One friend who thought he was coming down with
pneumonia was reluctant to go in. But he finally was
persuaded to make his entrance. At the moment that he
lowered himself up to his chin, two powerful flashlights were
turned on from the beach and a voice shouted: "All right,
everyone out of the water. And line up."
Now these friends had always thought of themselves as
irreverent spirits: reformers, refusers, renouncers, yahoos,
yippics. But most of them began straggling onto the beach. Of
course, a few big-mouths insisted they couldn't see the cops'
credentials in the dar k; prudent voices quieted them. The dogs
did run around making a lot of noise, and the two hitchhikers
from Philedelphia who'd dropped in on the party were the
only people who could find their IDs.
So the cops were having a hard time. But with instinct
sharpened by training and expeiience, they could single out,
even in the murk, the ringleader, the bad 'un. Ladely had kept
his cool and his clothes. He twirled his moustache
nonchalantly.
"Hey you, buddy," one of the cops said to him. "You look
like the only reasonable, responsible person in this crowd.
Help us get this thing organized. "
The friends heaid the cops. They looked at each other,
They looked at Ladely. Then tjiey lost faith in "the law"
foi ever.
