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1 J Ticket transfer troubles Red Phann is an insurance salesman from Roca, Nebraska. He's happily married to a lovely lady who has presented him with a brood of four children. Much of Red's time is spent either conducting his insurance business or with his family. Besides money and his family, Red also loves football, particularly the games played by the University of Nebraska Cornhuskers. Usually Red must content himself with listening to the radio broadcasts or the occasional television transmissions of the Husker games. Frankly, Red would shanghai his mother on a slow boat to China if it would mean that he could get a ticket to a NU football game. But Red's mother passed on some years ago, and the University's Athletic Department doesn't have any extra tickets anyway. So Red found himself between a rock and a hard spot. There were no football tickets to be had on the open market, and Red wasn't rich enough or important enough to be on the priority list kept in the secret hermetically sealed vault located in the bowels of the University Athletic Department. But then one balmy Friday night in the Indian summer of October a couple of years ago, Red went down to the Roca tavern with some of the boys from the office. It was that fateful evening when Red heard a rumor which was to change his life. Some boisterous fellows at a table near where Red was sitting were talking about their plans to attend the next day's Husker football game in Lincoln. Needless to say, Red was more than a little interested. Finally, he could hold his emotion within himself no longer. "How the heck did you guys get tickets," Red blurted out before he could stop himself. "Oh we don't have tickets, yet," was the answer. "But we can get them tomorrow when we get to Lincoln. There's always some lousy student who we can scalp out of a ticket for a measly 20 bucks or so. Believe me, it's worth it." Well, Red just couldn't believe it. He had never considered the possibility that someone who possessed a ticket would not want to go to every home game. As soon as he was over the shock, Red got organized. Red went home and raided the sugar bowl savings that he had promised to use to run away with his wife to Omaha for the New Year's weekend. He called up a buddy and they decided to drive up to Lincoln to go to the game the next day. Red told his wife that he had to leave on insurance business. It was all set. The next day at noon Red and his friend found themselves outside Memorial Stadium, and sure enough there were students there selling football tickets. One of them even walked riqht up to Red. "Hi buddy. My name's Stuart Dent, but you can call me Stu. Need some tickets for the game. Only 10 bucks for seats right in the middle of the east stadium. Wha'dya say?" "You got yourself a deal, kid," Red answered breathlessly. And before you could say Bob Devaney, Red and his friend were seated inside the stadium. "What do you think these funny colored cards are for," Red's friend asked. "I don't know. But don't pinch me or anything, I think I'm in a dream," Red replied. Just then two boys in blue put the pinch on Red and his friend. It seems that somebody from XYZ fraternity had wondered about the new guys in the house section and had asked the stadium police about its. Well, the story could tell itself from there. Red was removed from the stadium, his wife found out about his escapade, the ticket and identification he had paid 10 dollars for were confiscated, and he didn't get a chance to ask Bob Devaney to autograph the game program. The following Monday, Stu Dent got his ticket and I.D. back and the next home game he sold them again-this time for $15 since the risk had gone up. Last night at the Council on Student Life meeting, Athletic Director Bob Devaney said the transactions like the one between Red Phann and Stu Dent are administratively impossible to prohibit. But Devaney apparently still wants to try. Wouldn't it be wiser to think about a change in ticket policy, instead of spending valuable time in futile efforts to enforce the current regulations? The illegal ticket salesmen seldom get pumsned anyway. The ticket manager usually returns confiscated tickets to the offenders and, if he doesn't, Student Tribunal probably will tell him to do so. I ne people who are most often hurt by the current regulations are the people, like Red Phann, who buy tickets illegally and are subsequently asked to leave their seats, or who must try to convince the ticket checkers that it's a little known fact that Betty is also a man's name. If football tickets were transferable, students could do what they pleased with them without fear of reprisal, the Athletic Department would no longer have to spend time being ticket policemen, and the people in the Coliseum offices could get back their real jobs of University public relations. Tom Lansworth Exec. Privilege everyone has nothing to hide Washington, April 13, 1974- Fred M. Frisbee, a 37 year old Duluth recluse, spent another busy day testifying before 16 Congressional committees. As the last living American allowed to talk to Congressmen under the President's doctrine of Executive Privilege, Frisbee has been in great demand on Capitol Hill. "After all," said one Congressman, "most of Congress' work is done in committee. You can't have a committee hearing without a witness. And Ftisbee's it." The doctrine of Executive Privilege was fuM clearly defined a year ago when the Administration ormuf hopp e innocent) ustander sed the Pievdent had the power to fobid all ! .vo-and a ha'f million F odd a I employes to testify I t; o e Congi ess. This was later expanded to include their relatives, their friends, friends of their relatives and acquaintances of either "in order to preclude," the White House said, "hearsay and gossip." "Let me make one thing perfectly clear," the Piesident said. "No one in my Administration has an thing to hide. If we had anything to hide, we would go befote Congtess and openly explain why we were hiding it. It is only because we don't have anything to hide that I must uphold the safe.) relationship between my staff and my campaign conti ibutors." Then? was talk at the time among angry Congressmen of impeachment. Hut tin: President quick ly put a stop to that. A NEW ROCK OPERA A DEAF-DUMQ-AND-BLIND fAAN TAWEf int LQUNTKT!! ...HCARTRlCrMiY INC.. 1 SEE tfCFECL f HLJOUCli ME,BUT DON'T AfKMt NY Q.USTIONS.' ...SCC HlrA CVADC THC rAAsSES, AND OVLRPOWErx CVCrVYTHiNGff "t.''t me ic'tiitid all Congressmen that they a'e I cdetal employes," be said. "And as such, under the doctntic of f .ecutive Pi ivilege, I forbid them lietu.efoi tb to talk to each oilier," As eveiy Atiit'i .can seemingly hic-w at least a f i lend of a friend of a I cde'al employ;.', it appeared Congies-. would be silenced forever. It was 1 hen that an enterprising t cpor tei d'scoyei ed f i isbee. Orphaned and friendless, Frisbee was a confirmed misanthrope. He knew no one and hated everybody. Whisked to Washington, he became a sensation. Single handediy, he revitalized Congress. As was bis nature, be never made a friend not recalled a name, f'ut be delighted hi telling tin; commit tee (.hair man be didn't know Ins views on any sublet whatsoever , He was, be testified before this committee and that, in favor of buying more nuclear bombs to blow up the world, starving the poor, mote sprawling urban spt.nvl, any kind of pollution and all diseases, including (tost nasal dt ip. In a dramatic development this morning, Frisbee was asked his views on Executive Privilege, "I'm against any privilege for anybody any time anywhere," he cried. "And when I testify again tomorrow, I'll blow the whole thing wide open!" 0 This afternoon, Frisbee was commanded to appear at The White House. "Mr. Frisbee," sard the President, offering his hand, "you're a man after my own hear t." "Frankly, there's something about you that appeals to me, too," said Frisbee, "It's good to have you as a ft lend." "Likewise," said the President with a smile. "I specially considering I'm a Fedetal employe," F ilrn clips of the historic handshake' appeared on tonight's 6 o'clock news. At f : 1 53 p.m. Congress adjourned forever IC...yrifl.t Chrutm !. I ' , , , r. , , ,,, l''.0 page 4 daily ni'br.ckan friday, april 20, 1973
