4 Friday, July 2. 1971 University Summer Kansan A Sinister Bomb By CONNIE MOWER The Viet Cong have planted a bomb, silent but deadly. It is an unusual weapon but has proved to be just as lethal as guns, tanks or fighter planes. It is slowly draining the life out of as many as 78 thousand American GIs. The Cong planted it knowing that it would demoralize American troops and would add to their own economy. They know that the American government would just ignore the problem and would watch their forces deteriorate in silence. Knowing all this the Viet Cong distributed the bomb where it could be most effective, within an arm's reach of every American serviceman, on every street corner, by their barracks and in the "dream houses." The bomb is an "H" bomb. No, not "H" as in hydrogen but "H" as in heroin. Since it is inevitable that more Gus are going to be subjected to this influence, why haven't the American people taken a firmer stand to combat this death tran? Perhaps they believe that is not a personal threat. Perhaps they think it doesn't affect their individual lives. Perhaps they are wrong. Heroin addicts often turn to crime to supply the funds needed to buy the necessary drugs for "survival." Robberies, thefts and shoplifting by addicts raise the cost of commercial goods and eventually increases inflation. Rehabilitation for the GI addicts in hospitals and drug centers will raise the already high taxes considerably. Addicts, turned pushers may influence some young man or woman to turn on to the "poppy world." When are the American people going to realize that the Viet Cong bomb has exploded and is rapidly spreading? KAMPER comment Generation of Apathy? By JOAN INSCO Everyone has his own little world to worry about and nothing else matters. Nothing else. We skim over the headlines of a news article and say, "Tsk., tsk." Television news becomes a soap opera. It's so easy to shut off the starving in India and the impoverished in New York. Schedule Evening activities for the Midwestern Music and Art Camp students have been scheduled for the following week: Fridav. Julv2 7:45 p.m. Movie McCullom Hall 7:45 p.m. Movie McCullom Hall 9:00 p.m. Dance Lewis Hall Sunday, July 4 9:00 p.m. Fireworks Display ... Stadium Mondav. Julv5 6:30 p.m. Concert Playbacks McCullom Hall 7:45 p.m. Movie McCullom Cateries Wine Walks Residence Hall Winter Wine Here at camp, we have a gathering of some of the most brilliant and talented young people in the country. Surely with such a versatile group of young people, we could find some lack of apathy, some concern for others. And yet, the privacy of others is obliterated by radios and record players blaring for recognition. The piano is played and played and played to the extent that anyone in camp who doesn't know Chopsticks by ear, must have some acute hearing problem. Elevators are treated as some experimental new toy, much to the exasperation of a would-be passenger. The cliques have already been formed and bar intrusion. Hellos are seldom exchanged with strangers Concerts are unattended and camp newspapers go unread. And then we have the nerve to consider ourselves "special." Think again. This is the age of the "uns." The unconcerned, the uninterested, the untruthful, the unkind and the uninspired. Must this generation go down in history as the unwoved? A Hint: It's Larger Than A Breadbox... Bv DEBBIE KILPATRICK What is green on the outside, gray on the inside, has 10 numbered buttons, three switches, a capacity of 3,000 pounds or 20 people, four walls—three stationary and one movable—and three handrails? What travels up and down through the center of a building more than 100 times a day, stops somewhere almost every minute, and works to its capacity between 6:15 a.m. and 11:30 or 12 at night? What holds more than 20 stamping, trampling, shuffling feet at a time and listens to talking, gossiping, yelling, singing, screaming and maybe even crying? What gets suitcases thrown into it, instruments banged against its walls, laundry and laundry detergent dumped all over its floor, flip top lids thrown on the floor, kleenexes stuffed into its various cracks and crevices? What gets beat upon when it leaves someone behind, yelled at when it closes on someone and cussed at when it goes up instead of down and down instead of up? What carries tired students who are too exhausted to walk to their various floors, or carries people who are so happy they can't see straight to walk or people so sick that they aren't able to walk? What was the first door that opened up for you and saved you from collapsing under the weight of your two or three suitcases? What takes you to your floor every day when you get home from classes too exhausted to walk and what takes you to and from your meals each day? What is the article used by all campers every day, but also abused by campers every day? Kamper Kansan Kamper News Office—112 Flint Hall 864-3646 The Kemper Kanzer, camp newspaper at the Midwestern University, describes the three-week camp sessions. It is written by the staff of the school. The options expressed in the editional columns are those that are necessary for guest. Geost editorial views are not necessarily those expressed in the Amber Kanaan are not necessarily those of the Masters and Art (奏曲) or the University of Kansas. Executive Staff Managing Editor Music Reviewer Video Reviewer Bernard Jullupi Sara Haden Sara Haden What the World Needs Is Disposable Clothing Bv JILL HEWITT One of the many problems in leaving home and adventuring out into the world is learning to launder your own clothes and keep track of them. Take heart if you have never looked at a washing machine, and don't even understand how to put in the 35 cents you aren't the only one in this predicament. In order to cope with this problem, the machine has the directions on the lids. If you are still stumped in getting the thing to work, don't give up and wash everything by hand or worse yet, not wash at all. Find someone incompetent in machinery (or who has on clean clothes) and ask them for an explanation. You might even gain a friend. Once you have mastered the art of starting the washer, other problems become evident. The clothes need washing? What temperature should they be washed? How do you get grass stains out of white clothes? Maybe your laundry problem lies in your roommate's inability to do the laundry. Everytime he volunteers to do the wash, back they come pink, when they started out white. But keep smiling—it's your turn next month to do the wash. Another problem is learning to wash without having everything come out 12 sizes too small. If this problem does arise, stretching them back out or losing 50 pounds, it will probably save them, wrap them up, and give them to their little brothers and sisters for Christmas. If you think adding the soap is the least of your worries, try putting in too much and you will have a problem. You can end up with a deep high-price soap to stuff breakable skins. And most worrisse of all, is pondering how much soap should be added. If you came to camp a master of the making machine, problems still can arrest you. You have 35 cents and it's the chance lady's day off. You have the correct change but no soap (except shampoo, and you DO have the sense to know that doesn't work) and the vending machine just broke. You have the soap but the machines are claimed for the next six hours, and you are the nurse. You get the lint all picked out and it dawns upon you that the dirty clothes are still stairs, so, you climb the stairs all the way back up to sixth floor just to get the three You finally get a machine but it is so full of lint that you can't get the 35 cents into the slot and the directions don't cover what you use to remove the lint. paired of yellow socks, two pasley undies, 12 shirts and one pair of jeans, and your dog. You get to the room and find a note from your roommate, Ivory Clorox, that the room is off-grid. and on the bed, in neat little stacks, are five ink socks, two pink undies, size seven, 14 ink shirts, one pair of purple jeans, and two right red mittens. Oh well, it will all come out in the wash. Photo by DEBRIE GUMI Teach Us Delight in Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs. —Kipling Helpful Hints For Campers Helpful Hints No. 1 Rv DAVID RARR When your roommate wakes up and asks you what time it is, say it's ten till eight. Then sit back and watch the reaction. Extensive study has indicated that the snack bars are used the most between 7 and 10 p.m. This proves beyond a shadow of a doubt the rumor that the dorm food is just like Chinese food, an hour after you eat it, you're hungry again. Wear a button which says "Mr. Brandon is the greatest." It may sound like a lie, but he'll love you for it. Confidential to constant practice: No, it's not unreasonable for your roommate to request that you not play your trumpet at 2 in the morning. Helpful Hints No. 2 Helpful Hints No. 3 Fill the elevators with water, then dump 60 cartons of fello in each one. Memo to the boys on the seventh floor of Lewis: It has come to my attention the girls on the fourth floor of McCollium challenge you to a bake-off July 14. The counselors will be the judges, so please, no arsenic cake or marijuana cookies. **Helpful Wits** New York Be a hero! Fix our UPI teletype. The supervisors have requested that you not throw darts at the screen during the movies. There are people standing behind them, namely the supervisors. lelpful Hints No. 4 Helpful Hints No. 5 Show pride in your country! Wear your flag every day! (This message has been sponsored by the House Committee on Un-American Activities.) To the Science Camp: It is a great temptation, but please don't blow up the chem lab just yet, wait a few more days. Helpful Hints No. 6 (This suggestion is from the official University of Kansas guide on how to become popular.) Put a muffler on the big whistle. Escape Bv PEGGY BROWN Jim glanced around at the people. All smiling. Clinking their glasses and exchanging looks. The smiles seemed frozen on them, but there was something a lot of that out and aired, and wore twice a month. A Gilded Cage These people were here to see him, to congratulate him. Their smiles seemed to say, "You too, you'll soon be caught in our cages too." And what cages they were. Beautiful cages of brick and glass and cedar stakes. Cages set on manicured lawns bordered by bushes trimmed as immaculately as the Frenchoodles who resided with their masters in the cages. Guinea pigs have only to run a maze in less time than before to earn their diets of fresh vegetables. But these people. These people, with their frozen smiles, what did they do to earn their television sets, sports cars, freezers, stereo tape deck, boards on Wednesdays, and memberships in the local country club. Just what was the maze they run? A maze that took away their self identity. That forced them to compete. One where their children could no longer just play and be happy in their youth. The children of the people in the cages had to attend lessons. Piano lessons, poise lessons, voice lessons, even lessons on ballroom dancing. And the parents themselves. What did they do, to earn the right to live in the pretty cages? The women read books on liberation and were well versed on the I-Ching. They worried about which wine went best with lobster and asparagus. They read Ann Landoirs and discussed over coffee and children. Children were developing too fast or too slow. The men too were forced to conform. They mowed and watered their lawns and argued about which fertilizer produced the darkest green. They played golf with the boss, letting him win if their checking accounts were too small to soon before pay day. They attended alumniet meetings and contributed heavily to insure the kids getting into "Good Ol' Tech" after high school. . . Wet, in there Jimmy boy, How ya doin’? “Pretty good, sir, and yourself” "Life's no bowl of cherries, Jimmy, but it's doing all right. Hey, Jim, how about working with the firm this summer? Your father tells me you graduated near the top of your class. We could use an up and coming young business executive like yourself." Jim impaired out of his dream-like state. Mr. Brickman, an associate of his father, was a brilliant inventor. "No, sir, I'm really not interested." "Now, Jimmy boy, you know you're not going to get a better offer than what we can "oh, sort of a graduation present from the foot hill." Where you going, Europe or the Bahamas? "Well, sir, you see I'm going on a little vacation these next few months." ` Neither, sir, I thought I'd go out into the wilderness because myself I got a lot to strrain.` "By yourself, well my brother-in-law has this real trailer. All the comforts of a house." "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm just not interested. "I'll be seeing you, sir. Goodwife." Jim stalked wiffly up to his parents. He shook hands with his father and kissed his mother lightly on the cheek. He walked forward, straight into the front door, unconscious of their nuzzled knees. It wasn't the first time someone had escaped from the pretty cages, and hopefully Must you always be such a non-conformist? bbbbbbbbbbbbbddbbbbbbbbbbb I don't think you're getting through to them, professor. 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