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According to one behavioral psychiatrist, there's
nothing more human than a person in the buff.
"When little children do it, we think it's charming,"
he said.
At Tennessee Wesleyan University, a church bulletin
board reads: "God created two streakers."
It was only a matter of days before widely published
accounts of streakers on campus and some in suburbia,
reportedly bored homemakers-began to include the
highjinx of UN L students.
Tuesday night students discovered and embraced the
national trend, which is decidedly more euphoric and
memorable than Volkswagens or telephone booths
crammed with sweaty students; swallowed goldfish; a
pile of panties or a finals week snowball fight. It's also
more of a spectator sport
University officials don't seem particularly
apoplectic about UNL picking up the trend. "After
an incident or two, I think we'll see the end of
(streaking)," UNL Chancellor James H. Zumberge said.
"I don't think students find an awful lot of satisfaction
in this activity .after the initial daredevils make the first
impact."
Observers at the Tuesday night melee said Campus
Security officers seemed to relish the spectacle as much
as other onlookers, and a formal policy statement
handed down by administration officials Wednesday
hardly promises severe penalties.
yjne member of the University staff has expressed
concern that students might not stop to consider what
will happen if they are arrested.
"A relatively innocent activity like this is likely to
lead kids into the court downtown," he said. "Streaking
is a lot of fun, but the price could be pretty hairy."
Since two UNL streakers were arrested Tuesday and
charged with disturbing the peace, it's something to
thiak about. - -
Mary Voboril
Alice sees-bu
Once upon a time there lived a girl named Alice,
and she was very curious. One day, she visited the
halls of government, but while perusing a legislative
journal she found there, she fell fast asleep.
When she opened her eyes, the journal was open
to a page marked LB616. Try as she would, she
couldn't understand what was written there. Looking
around for help, she spied a little man in a green suit.
"Who are you?" she said. "I am many things to
many' people," he replied. "I have so many hats, most
people call me the Mad Hatter. It's the Hiram Scott
thing all over again."
"What is?"
"That's the answer to your question. LB616 is the
Hiram Scott thing all over again."
"My goodness," Alice said, "I think you must be
confused. Hiram Scott was a college whose property
the state was supposed to absorb. LB616 is about
liquor prices."
"Precisely", ha said. "The Hiram Scott bill wa
sold as a concession to the western half of the state.
LB616 is th9 same thing, only better. It sets the same
price for liquor transportation by common carriers,
no matter how far it actually has to be carried. On
the average, then, transportation costs would be less
in Scottsbluff than they used to be, and greater in
Omaha. But since Omaha wouldn't like that as a
concession to them, there's also a provision tacked on
to make it illegal to sell liquor at a price lower than
the wholesale cost plus 15. No more cut-rate
retailers. So now everybody's happy."
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'Everybody but rne," mourned Alice. "I pay for
it"
"True", said the Hatter, "but you don't have a
lobbyist."
Looking through the glass at the legislative
chambers, Alice noticed that everything was reversed.
The integrity of the Legislature was forgotten, but a
senator's turtieneck sweater was the subject of
controversy. Alice was very puzzled, but just when
she was sure that there was no solution to the
problem, the Hatter nudged her elbow.
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"Look", he said. "Here comes the one who wrote
the bill. Maybe he can tell you about it."
She looked through the glass, and sure enough,
there was a large white rabbit bounding up the eislc.
He squeezed through the crowd at the door, and pop,
there he was.
"Sir, can you tell me why the Legislature is so
interested in making special interests rich at my
expense?" asked Alice.
"Why, certainly, young lady. You see, this bill
would help the liquor dealers, and that is good."
"But they're only a small gr oupl"
"Of course. Nearly every bill we pass benefits a
special interest group. That's what the Legislature is
for."
Alice had an idea. "Then I take it you favor
having liquor on the University campus?" she asked.
"Of course not!" he cried. "Liquor is such an evil
influence, I can't understand why they even want it
around."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Rabbit. What are you going
to tell the people in your district about the 15
markup?"
He turned a large, p3fe blue eye on her. "What
markup?" he asked. "This is a bill to equalize liquor
transportation charges. Can't you sec, it says so on
the cover. And, of course, there's also a provision to
eriyqer a pukram no rouqil."
Just then a bell rang. The rabbit turned, and went
hippity hop, hippity hop down the aisle to pufh his
voting butoon. Alice was more confused than ever, so
she sat down on a nearby bench to think. The next
thing she knew, someone was shaking her, and she
awoke with a jump.
"Oh, thank heaven. I hope it was only a dream,"
she said. But then a bell rang, and she heard a voice
over the loudspeaker calling," Mr. Carpenter, do you
plan to vote?" Looking through the glass, she could
see what looked like a large white rabbit scampering
back to his seat.
Streak freaks
Dear editor,
I cannot help but share in some of the excitement that has
been generated on college campuses lately with this new craze
called streaking. It gives me a great deal of pleasure to see
these people enjoying what we joggers enjoy
everyday streaking. It may not look that way to the casual
observer, who sees us plodding along the city streets or the
outdoor track, and it certainly isn't as showy 3$ the mad dash
between rows of onlookers -but in our way we are streaking.
And talk about streaking-right now on this campus we
have 200 faculty and students, male and female, who are
Century Club members. (The club encourages jogging.) If
necessary, they could streak from 14th St. to 27th St. (one
mile) without much problem, (God forbid, what a sight that
would be).
Let's not lose sight of the fact (it you can keep your eye
off the naked bodies long enough) that running is a big and
probably the most important part of streaking (keeps the
fuzzies off your back). Whether the bodv be naked or fully
clothed, man in motion is truly a beautiful sight to behold.
Join the Century Club and perfect your streaking technique.
Phil Sienna
Century Club Coordinator
No nudes is good nudes
Dear editor.
You wonder why Greeks have a bad name? Tuesday niyht's
streaking is a good example of why. If you want to run around
the streets naked, that's your prerogative, but do you have to
Inflict your infantile happiness on the rest of the campus?
There are those of us who value a good night's sleep. Waking
up to a bunch of screaming Greek freaks and residence hall
onlookers at 2 a.m. is not my idea of a good night's sleep. Just
being woken up mad? me so mad I couldn't go to sleep again
for a long time. Whatever happened to consideration? Maybe
"sisterhoods" snd "brotherhoods" would be more aptly called
nurseries.
Sally Hill J
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daily nebraskan
thursday, march 7, 1974
