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ll4ent, saebkre dsrpa aby l4l lant N Thomas 'Ves, Sbegin to under th tiat literary baei g f the nth, a heritage that runa a s from the sublime to the abnormal to the placid to the merely articulate . .. Wolfe, Faulkner, Poe, Warren Williams ... many others, but. these come to -mind more easily. Williams Is perhaps the most sensitive 'and easily the most able . dramatist in Amerida. Thgse who disagree are usualW following the general fad of dia liking southern playwrights for purely *.ora reasons, neer realising itheir -little bags of e have recived fresh free iv through the scribblings of these lonely people. I can't claim the critical ,ability necessary to in tensely dislike a dramatist who spends his time showing me my garb4ge-cans; since perhaps a more senpitiv4 understanding of these things might enable me to ethically adjust to the appalling visage of death and finality ly ing just off my starboard .aft deek. I do know that critics who are pakdfor criticiing (and not the radio quickehangers who lisp' in -that sickening Delancy street twang until 3 a.m.) re lentlessly pronounce Williams' complete superiority In the mod ern theatre. FAULKNBR Faulkner tries desperately and powerfully to translate human experience into words-and In, these fatal jabs at the guts of his consciousness lies his glory, in his failures lies the triumph; but Williams-admittedly in a more confined cellar of experi ence-does translate action into literature: again and again. "Suddenly" was written in the playwright's usual pattern: the wilful, often necessary, obliga tion to portray Man as he Is: deceitful, voracious, singing with the birds while tearing the shell front the turtle, pathetic in his agonies, ludicrous in his pleas BILL HANDEL.. War No The other night Student Union Committee brought to the Russel% House a film classic, "All Quiet On The Western Front." The picturl portrayed bettei than any_other documentary the complete and utter disillusIon ment of the fighting man.return ing from the front to his home. Too often I have heard people on this campus say they wish another war was In the offing, so they might prove themselves in battle and watch the enemy drop as they squeeze the trigger of a rifle. Somewhere along the line somebody 'has made a ter rible mistake. They have for gotten what1 some people have seen. War is no Sunday picnic. It takes a lot out of a man and # leaves nothing but physical -and mental scars. For those that are hungry. to feel the bite of mad -hot steel and hear the sounds of war and hate, read on. Is this your picture of war and the glory attached to it? Can you fit this into your picture of smart, neat uniforms, and alluring posters of travel and adventure? DKE(CION OF HELL Beautiful youth, reared in the ~virtue of Christian Beatitudes, Is first torn, then rape4 from the ILetters To Dear Editor: SJanuary and February grad bates from the University an4 its Law School will probably be in terested to know of any Army Reerve enlistment program which can cut,their activve serv toe time from two years (which $hey will serve if draftedy to pnly ix mounths. "Any young man between 18%. and 28 years of age, who has not yet received his Induction notice, can join a Ready Reserve ynit, such as Columbia's 413th Mili tary Government Group, with the 4 understanding that he will have to serve only six months on~ac tive duty for training and the remainder of his military obliga tion in the reserve unit. By joining a Reserve unit, the young man chooses the branch of the Army in which he is Inter ested and Inereases the prob *bility that he will take his train nag at Fort Jackson, 8. C. qrfThe Pool uss9 nutely and Uncomprehend ig Awp-stteken by truth, or Y truth,' in this sense, hein tfe thin' line of rationale n eitenuating personal ae tiok'!when 'one instinctively qe gates (id gnp always does) the eenjud ideal, the baleful desired n"ee4ed ideal for the na tur, uagtory, unappeaseable, destwgtiye, and final mis-Deal when action becomes nothing ness, life becomes death. . . . So *w then could say that Wil liams sees where we merely sense (4 disagreeably admit to a foeign presence). And perhaps this vision Is developed through the Rimbaudese desire to wallow In every Immoral, conscience-less pig sty until truth and compre hension finally rewards the tor tured soul, lifting all frights and boogies th'ough the priceles totality of Truth as oppose4 to the bargain basement values of ,norality and divine appease ment. . . . Or perhaps he just plain damn dreams on these things at greater. length and bjnder greater cerebral sfiraln than most of us do or can. At any rate Thomaq Lanier Wil liams can lay the cold finger of his dreamy truths on any camou flaged, submerged ethical disease in the land. . - . . And in the passionate, cunning, inverted, big-bellied South, he has found the perfect pool for his intellec tual breedings.... TALENTS DENIED / But mosti southerners despise Williams; and the South itself, a thankless, bloated pig who eats her young, repudiates his genius at every turn. Even southern pedagogues - In the dismal, "knowing" tones which have be come inexplicably interwoven with the notion of mental superi ority-deny his gifts, deny them as the delicate ladies of ante bellun New Orleans denied voo doo whenever their chosen roos ter happened to have black, stinking entrails 'instead of the pink type associated with hap piness and prosperity. . . . Any way, it all makes for a very ex citing ball game. ise ... Fury .. soft wet breast of innocence and foisted onto a world of .chaos and debauchery. Heat and iron, sun and sand are welded to the body of a hap less idealist'. The aggregate mass is fused Into a machine of hate, fused into arms of destruction, fused into a belly of death and thrown headlong Into the mael strom of violence and hate. Flesh, torn and rent, is split and splattered by unconcerned steel cutting its swath of death through the sea of human tools. Eyes bulge and brains sear in the agonies of the detonation of life.* FORMS Bloated forms floating in a sea of blood esplode their vile ness in the hot morning sun. The sun, glaring down upon this earthly inferno, sneers at man in his piteoud, insignificant plight. The air is filled with the gag ging stench of shredded bodies, filled with the agonizing screams and sobs of the dying. The harsh racking coughs of those crea tures choking, drowning in their own blood, punctuate the ram bling thoughts of fear-crazed minds. The drums of war pound the minds In their clhmorish, The Editor I A unit such as the 413th Mili tary Government Group, which would perform the governmental functions of an occupied country ifever called Into active service, is comprised of a nm?mber of specialist teams ,which should be of particular interest to Univer sity students and graduate.. Such specialties as economics, prop erty control, welfare, health, fi nance, public Information, edu cation (and many more) give the Reservist a chance to Increase his professional kcnowledge In his civilian area of interest while ful filling his military obligation. For complete details, Interested persons have been urged to con tact Sfe. John Byrd at 8U 7-4484 during the day or Capt. Saul Lavisky at AL 3-5022 during the evenings. Yogrs very truly, Saul Lavisky, Recruiting Officer, 412 Military Gov't Group. . e (Editor's Note: This ha rep students who passed this last sen BOB TALBERT. Absolut A little bit about babes and booze. You may call them dolls, gals, babes, sugahs, skirts, - chicks, cuties, charmers, trouble, love lies, angels; death or what have you. The name is the same be cause they are all of the terms, nicknames and labels we give them. At Carolina we've got them all. 19very type, size, kind and attitudes. Every degree of beauty. All of them have the beauty of being a woman. Out wardly they change and shift before us and we peg them, placing each into categories. The Co-ed at Carojina has it made. She's of the minority and she's in demand. Sometimes this spoils her or scares her. Decline staccato din of this bizarre dance of death. Then all at once, roaring silence thunders across the blood soaked plain, stirring the mole like animals below. STARE IN AWE Slowly they crawl from their sand bag havens. -Red-rimmed eyes stare in awe at, the des tructive wrath of the gods of war. Unbelievingly they gather the pieces of once-humans the holocaust has bent and twisted in its fanatical whim of des truction. High above, another thunder bollr of the gods arches. Softly it whispers, over and down into its parabola of hate. It splays with deafening aspbrtion its horror as it kisses the ground. Then it begins all over again, this clinging to life. This des peration to cling to life is all important once death Ihas been seen. The people of our generation know nothing but war. Ever since I can remember there has been war. People are not taught to love anymore, but to hate. The idea seems to be to kill as many of your -fellow man as possible, before he annihilates you. The college student of today is told. to major in chemistry, physics or some form af'egi neei-ing. The humanities are being ignored. People have no tim'e to sit and read a book, to' listen to good music or to pos sibly enjoy the beauty of a sun set. Sensitivity is out of vogue. There must be no feelings, no teas. .. but there must be cok} heartedness. Where will It lead?- It seems to me that somewhere along the line the emphasis has been mis placed. God did not put man on the earth to hate and kill. It is thought to be very noble for a man to fight and die on the battlefield defending his country and their ideals. Sacriflee Is al ways thought ot a nob)e, But for what is tIa warrior seerifie? Is it not in vela? What does w@ a.eosplish but the ill will of the vaquisbed, ad the inflated qWd et the .00a queror?, Does it stes.g@en the ideala, 9? th estustry? All it ee ever lead to Is saaegwn eitele of defense, retallstha aqid the death of the eultut. et a na tion and its peeples. in& ran by popular demand. It's giv kegter.) ely Nothing L They won't admit it but they all adapt or follow a pattern. They become types. We have weirdies, pretties, sillies, dopies, normals and uglies all turned loose in the one big cage. BET Y CO-ED One you can call the Betty Co Ed. She's the compliment of her Ivy-leagued mate. She's best when she is a sophomore. As a freshman she is too eager, too fresh. As a junior or senior, if she gets that far, she changes to another cult. She finds her self. But she's fine as a soph omore. She wears well, is blase and aloof, but not too. She knows just who to know, what to wear and *hy. Can - count as high as 16 without using her fingers and knows all of the verses of fraternity ditties. She doesn't play her trump too quickly. She can party with the best of the lot and probably feels as bad the next day. She's on the verge of going steady but scared to settle down with the one guy because her ocean is wide and big, filled with many fish. She still has most of her bait left and she's a good caster. She'll wait, but not long. There is another one called The Bohemian. She'll sit in the rain and read poetry. It's always the ether regions for this type. She drifts everywhere. She garbs herself in off-beat attire. Usually she's an art student. She wants to write and read ,and express herself. She waits for the inspiration. Men interest her as animals, as things to study and watch. She probably drinks too much and doesn't care. She's always searching for something. She has found her self but she doesn't know what to do with it. She shocks people and enjoys it. Tro .her, college life is silly and a real drag. She's hip to her own little world and to hell with the normals. She talks Fteud instead fraternity and usually in French. She digs Dylan and Joyce and Dali and the rest. It's a strange one, this type. THE BUBBLER The Bubbler is still another one. She's the rah rah gal sit ting on go. She speaks in giggles and looks at everything with the widest eyes. Everything is a real ball to this one. She falls in and out of love almost every class and eats serabbleds eggs for breakfast. She wouldn't miss a party because, I mean, she just wouldn't. She wears her miind on the sleeve of the latest style or fad. Everything Is the most to this ebick. She belong to just about everything there Is to joi. Everything slie does is an exclamation. Every day is a tragedy or a thrill. She lives on the big momsenta. There are ao bad peeple in this gal's world. She likes meet everybod ad everything. Shel beneve just shout anything and tell It, too. She talks eenatly ad tao laut Shea In a hfurry all over going to this ver Ia portast psee. She hasn't 90uad herself and decent mind. Uhs Is oonIage. hal. ad thmah ahat >~o) n in honor of one of the Carolina ike Her matters. She'll cry over dead little robins and blush at naughty stories. She's cute and kissable and will probably get married first. THE ALOOF Then there is The Aloof. She's the one who refers to everything as "dahling" and "really." She's a label spotter. She knows the difference between J. Press and Penney's and will tell you. She is the extreme sophisticate. Everyone is a child and boring to this one. Boredom is the re volving center of her life. She loves this one guy. She plans everything and is selective. She thinks of herself as intelligent and sharp. She never hurries and is always late. She doesn't move with the herd. Life is a big game to her and she has all of the pieces and knows all of the moves. She drinks, but only the best. She's a self-appointed critic of the campus and the world. She wouldn't be seen dead at a lot of places she probably won't be asked to go. THE TAG-A-LOING Then there is the Tag-a-long. She was born ugly and theu someone scared her. But she's afways there. She's the shoulder to cry on, the heart to confide in, and the big sister to her more attractive friends. She's always referred to as a nice girl with a great personality. She must get tired of all that jazz. Her clothes never fit quit right. She never gets upset outwardly. But this type always has this big cry going on inside. She's the go-between in the love intrigues. She'll meet some g'uy some day that's her male counterpart and they will be happy. THE CHASER The Chaser makes no bones about it. She starts the day off looking and hoping. She's grabby and overdoes everything. She'll bug you and scare you off quick like. Her eyes are centered on the flower-bedecked aisle. She whistles the wedding march sub consciously. The ring's the thing with this gal. Her method of war is wide open. She invented marriage. THE EXCITER Of course we have The Ex citer. This one sits in her room thinking of ways to stimulate the male populace of the campus. She dresses (or half dresses) fit for the kill. She's got this real fine build and is very impressed with herself. She primps and preens proudly. She must see every movie that comes to town because she is the starlet of thens all. Her fellow cohorts don't particularly like her but this doesn't bother her. She develops a Jiggly walk, mouth-opened talk and a fright ening allure. Her's is the great role and the campus is her stage. SWEBT YOUNG THING The Sweet Young Thing is another of our gals. This one really knoeka you out. She Is probably the meet marriable ap pearing. Somehow though she doesa't sore with the datmi. She's alwaye .ealled n and preri and pretty and aid lost ela't tyeote e hm C4RL M. REYNO0 Of Ships A With" most students taking a new breath and a new oath- at the beginning of the semester, it may well be a good time to con sider the college career from an other angle, rather than the somewhat tilte, selfish and passe attitude of "what are we getting out of college." It is not our position to wax poetic, nor to transpose our thoughta into glittering plati tudes, but merely to suggest Carolina is a part of us . . . a part of our life .'. . since we have taken a part of it to be come a part- of us. What we do here, how we do it and for what reasons we do it may well reflect the paths we will follow in yeax* to come. Then, without laboring furthes on this philosophy, let us suggest to ourselves that we dedicat ourselves to a course of honest convictions, realizing that only when we can be proud of our selves, can Carolina be proud of us. We were disturbed several weeks ago when we read a sign, posted by a student who had obviously been a victim of a dastard deed, which read, "Leave your umbrellas and coats here at your own risk . . . they'll probably be stolen before you return." The Honor Council can be a good institution. Their task is a thankless and unpleasant one. But, as any other organization, they need and must have the support of self-respecting stu dents before they can function efficiently and effectively . . . this, once achieved, there would then be no need for an Honor Council. Some economists seem to feel that another depression is com ing. After walking out of the book store, having purchased a few volumes, we're convinced that there's only one step be tween inflation and depression -. which is. separated by a glass panel which displays a sign reading, "Leace all materials outside ... enter from the rear." 0 0 e Last week, we saw a some what depressing movie, "All Quiet On The Western Front." Another depressing movie, "The Grapes of Wrath," will be shown this afternoon and tonight. With the proper frame of ,mind, we should now be able to face the semester. Particularly, we feel fortunater in having seen the former, since it was possibly the greatest in dictment of war ever filmed, showing gory scenes from World War I (the war to end all wars) from the eyes of young German soldiers . . . illustrating that even the enemy was human, not a power-crazed, glory-seeking war-monger. For those who didn't see the movie . . . some of the scenes were slightly disturbing... realistically so. REALISM Hands and wrists left hanging on a barbed-wire fence after the body had been blown to bits .. . a 19-year-old boy is blinded on doesn't ring. There is no victory for this Victorian. But these are just some of the babes we know. There are many, many more and they keep com ing. They all have that some thing and we like most all of them. In this day and time people don't stop to consider booze. There are many kinds of hootch that can make you do most any thing. There's booze for malking out, booze for crying, singing, talk ing, giggling. Whiskey for sleep ing, medical purposes (this Is an old dodge), warts, chicken sandwiches and writing. A healthy snort of hootch and the smallest man is 17 and a half feet tall. ,There are some that take your breath away and some that your friends wish would. Beer for singing about the Wif fenpoof. and wine for shouting ole. Small hookers of the stuff to ward off freckles come in handy. Just about everyone Is born. three to four drinks below social par. And there are some guys I know who are been needing a drink.' K thInk It would be ~a goed Mdea for every6etly to take a ftes minutes off evesy day and eon. -ie boeee. And whilsh yes age dbiag so, why deast yeu t6eks a 11ansh as er two U.m.f LDS.. nd Whales thq battlefield by facial lacera tions is. shot down only steps from his comrades who were trying to rescue him. . . . A youth, pinned by fire in a trench stabs his enemy and has to watch him die being unable to leave or help, then the wretchedness of asking the dead man to forgive him for what he had done, the dead man having died with eyes open and a cracked smile, and the youth prostrating himself at the feet of his victim, asking (crying) for a forgiveness which the cold, stiff lips could not utter '. . a lad scroaming for a chance to live, being carried off to the death room to die, fought death and returned. If you're still here, we've got more: Another 19-year-old had his leg amputated, and the shock of learning this caused his death only hours later . . . another youth, returning home for a brief leave was faced with the facts that he was a misfit in his former society, he was a killer, and had to fight death from trench to trench . . . two friends meet near the battle front, one is hit by a shrapnel and the other, while carrying him back, talks about "when it's all over" and how they can go into bus iness together, takes him to the medical tent and, thinking his buddy only fainted, gets a glass of water, only to learn that his buddy is dead ... a youth reach ing for a butterfly, forgetting momentarily that he is a savage devil-may-care soldier, reacting on an impulse or instinct of something pleasant in his past a butterfly for his girl-friend's collection--is shot by a sniper as his hand was only inches away . . . you could only see his hand, but you heard the shot, you saw him die, his hand fell limp . . . and lifeless. Most important was the ques tion, "Who wants war? The German youths didn't . . . nor the French . . . nor the English . . . then, the question still rings . . . who and why? 0 0 0 Some of our friends here at Carolina are dropping out of school this semester to go into service. The Army has a terrific new six-months plan. You make a six-month down payment, and pay off the rest of your obliga tions in weekly reserve install ments which go on and on and on. It has been common knowledge throughout South Carolina that the resignation of President Rus sell was a great loss to the University. The fact remains that he may never be fully re placed. On the other hand, President Sumwalt, while having received little praise as such, has none. theless endeavored to carry on and to build and to promote Carolina . . . his is a precarious position . . . he is, and has been, proving himself to be a man... a president. Bllue Key is planning a big "high school day" program in March. From the various reports we hear, it promises to be one of the greatest boosts for Caro lina in years . . . and certainly deserves the full support of all students and organizations. * C S We saw a little girl making mud pies the other day . .. just like we did years ago. In a fit of anger, she got mad with her friend and started throwing the mud pies. All of the pies didn't hit her friend, some may have come awfully close, and made her friend mad, but after a while, they were again playing together, and, ironIcally, they both were making mud-pies. ... but, even though we moved on, we aren't sure what happened, but we doubt that they threw the pies at each other . . -. ince both would have had dirty hands. But, when we saw the little girl making mud-pies, for a mo ment we forgot we were in college . . . and thought of the days when we did it, t. When we ponder the results of the integration question... our mind seems to turn to a blank . . . but not a e straties blank, * e, C Little needs be said ip s of the Univesstig' "'