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Wednesday, February 3. 1971
University Daily Kansan
KANSAN comment
Nixon Progress Ignored
Judge us by what we do, not what we say.
—Attorney General John Mitchell
These words spoken by the husband of Martha Mitchell may well sum up the greatest problem facing Richard Nixon as he passes the halfway mark of his many Americans are hearing the rhetoric of honoring the record of his administration.
The accomplishments of the Nixon administration are, in simple fact, substantial but for a variety of reasons the record of accomplishment is often ignored.
One of the problems facing Nixon is the self-projection of a positive image for himself and his record. One of Nixon's assets is a lack of self-deception; he has always been able to conduct revealing self-analyses, and there are indications that the President will attempt to become more of an activist in the months ahead, conveying the picture of a man in touch with the people.
James Reston pointed out recently that "the men who know Nixon best believe in him most, and the opposite of this is also someone who know him least, doubt the most."
When Daniel Patrick Moynihan left the White House to return to Harvard after two years as a Nixon aide, he said, "How little the administration seems to be credited with what it has achieved. It is as if the disquiet and distrust in the nation of a mob has been eased by being focused on the government in Washington."
If critics could begin to see beyond the catch, the grow, part of the problem could be solved.
For instance, there is much talk about the reordering of priorities. For the first
time in 10 years, the percentage of the federal budget devoted to human resources is greater than that spent on national defense. Defense spending has dropped from 48 per cent in 1961 to 34 per cent in Nixon's proposed budget for next year; human resources spending is up from 30 per cent to 42 per cent.
The administration is also spending $4 billion more on education than was spent when it took office; he has doubled the number of needy people getting food assistance since 1960 and tripled the number of wounded people. The unbenes were benefiting 3 million children in 1968; they are now going to 5.3 million.
The Nixon administration has reduced federal civilian employment by 28,000 and increased the number from minority groups holding government positions by 4,000. Since Nixon became President, more school desegregation has taken place than in the entire period from 1954 to 1968.
Nixon has embraced and will push hard for a welfare reform program, guaranteeing poor families an income, as well as a national program of health insurance. It was his program of draft laws that introduced early in his term of office, introducing certainly into a system formerly distinguished by doubt and uncertainty.
When Nixon speaks of the "lift of a driving dream" he is sincere, but the variety of barriers between himself and others often obscure his vision and purpose.
A look at the Nixon record shows negative as well as positive aspects, but far too often the positive aspects are either sneered at or overlooked.
—Bob Womack
Slaughter Resigns
Tradition and experience have shown that the press and politics should operate independently of each other.
If the press is to be the conscience of government, and is to be the objective, it must also be the public's voice.
For reasons similar to these, Tom Slaughter has resigned his post on the editorial staff of the University Daily Kansas. He will run for student body president.
Tom thought it would not be fair to the other candidates, the Kansan or the
Tom had a decision to make between the two—the press and politics. He chose politics because he thought it would allow him to be more definitive in position in defense" of his ideals.
student body in general to do anything but resign
It was Tom's decision to run, it was his decision to resign. He is not the candidate of the Kansan. We may oppose him or support him or ignore him.
-Galen Bland Editor
(This all could be a lie, as far as I know, except that the video shows a kid about Hutchinson in 1917 true, including the note traced through American Legion records. This war no has no border, and it is just as hard to find a beginning a
RICHARD LOUV COLUMN
PROLOGUE
On Friday afternoon, August 6, 1917, a patriotic parade in Hutchinson, an amass on Main Street, thousands of fiddlers and musicians, patriotic societies, lodges and youth organizations marked behind the city band and color guard, and behind the National Guard companies. They followed the National Guard companies, and a machine gun company which only two few months before had returned to Washington.
It was Loyalty Day, Proclaimed by Mayor A. G. Glendall as a protest against German aggression, the day was made of cotton candy, laughter, flashing bayonets and a mockery of a gunshot that started his address when a messenger ran to the stage and handed W. Y. Morgan, editor of The Hutchinson News and chairman of the event, a note from the Associated Press.
The chairman glanced at it, then stepped to the front of the stage.
"The declaration of war was signed at 1:11 this afternoon," he said.
There was a bush, and then a great cheer as the crowd rose and waved their tiny flags. Judge Cole's voice rang loudly in the background with a shoulder with true Americans from the Atlantic to the Pacific in upholding our flag and all it stands for. Through the doorway, a woman, whose mothers cried and cheered, and while this was going on one Cyril Basset ran through the crowd to be the first to join her in the celebration.
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The machine gun company went off to war again. Most of them were killed in the Argentine.
When the rockets came in the middle of the night Tucker and the fifty year old American woman named Maggie, the rockets left her bed and hold each other. The hotel would shake and groan, and sometimes the blasts were very close. When the rockets quit coming down Maggie and Tucker would sit on a bed with him and watch the fires in the city. After a few weeks they became used to the rockets, as America had become used to the war, and they would climb back in bed and go to sleep without them.
Maggie had come to Saigon to look for her third husband, who was missing in action. Maggie is now in Las Vegas.
When the rockets quit coming
down Maggie and Tucker would sit awake the rest of the night, talking softly and watching the fires in the city.After a few weeks they became used to the rockets, as America had become used to the war, and they would climb back in bed and go to sleep
without talking.
A friend who worked in an American mortuary in Saigon took Tucker on a tour one day. They walked through the doors into a cool, light hallway that led into a large room where bodies were lined on tables around the room. The door opened to reveal the only way it could get them embalmed and ready for shipment was to pump the pressure of the embalming needle up so high that the bodies were "bloated beyond belief. They looked as if they had been floating at sea for days, and they took three days to return to normal life. The bodies were taken out of storage and shinned back to the States.
refrigerated compartment. Inside were hundreds of pink and white striped bands on the body. Even small bits of flesh had been saved, hanging in hunks or long, pink strips. They were spare parts, and he was often asked to come along together. He listened to their clinical laugh, and them sang a little song.
That was before he met Maggie or had any friends at. All from then on he would tear up any Military Police reports that came through the office on soldiers working in the mortuaries. He tore them up for a year and a half.
"They brought you over here a baby," said Maggie one after the rockets. "I think you are getting older." She shouted.
Robin was a black dancer who learned best how to dance in Vietnam.
The last door Tucker's friend opened was to a big
An listen," he said. "I wouldn't advise you to be a conscious objective. No-site'en not the kind that will not allow them to escape Vietnam you might as well forget it. They drop you out of choppers on the front line, man. You're a combat mediate and combat mediate have to dance faster than anyone. The only way they can do that is not kidding. The only cats who get shot more often by their own men are first and second lieutenants. And I'm
"Whooh! I'll tell you, they drop you from the chopper and you get to move or else. Flat down or flat out!" And then you curl through the weeds like a snake, and run like hell, and then back down, flat down, then run like hell again, steppile and fetchite those bandages and crap. Then you fall into water, hold all, aid, one eyelid dropped lower than the other. "You dance."
"Did anything like that ever happen in your platoon?" "I don't know anything about it," he said, spreading his arm.
Rabin remembers a hairstel that lasted for a long time. It covered everything and shined like swamp gas. Then he woke up, after three days of unconsciousness. He was in a Saigon hospital with a collapsed kidney and a hole in his neck. He was told by an announcer on the television at the foot of his bed, telling the world that Martin Luther Kind had just been shot.
Robin passed out again and didn't wake up for another two days.
Tucker, like most of the Salogen soldiers, rented a girl for a week. Unfortunately, he started to like her and she disappeared. He could not find her again. He could not rent her again.
Once, he finished work and walked out into the dusk; "I once there and watched the sun go down into the houses. I decided then that I didn't want to leave Saigon. I hated the war, but the war didn't involve me. The explosions were firebackers. I was no accomplice. I blacked it out of my house. All I could do was watch the sun go down andLeave Saigon.
"Across the street was a nightclub. The doors were open, I could smell flowers, and the band inside was quiet. I watched them play and saw my friends had a chair waiting for me. I remember this because it was like a dream. Everybody got drunk and funny, and the band played that song that goes. 'If you're in love, I'm going to leave you' your hair." Everybody was swaying together. Then the band sang "we gotta get out of this place, if it's the last time." We all sat on the back watch, and I couldn't believe it. The were all waving peace signs, those hands waving in the air, all singing the song, crying, big staff sergeants, Vietnamese, Japanese, all saying their names.
"Later on the band played 'God Bless America,' ann everybody stood up and sang. I couldn't stand up. Guys were hitting me, calling me a shit. But I couldn't stand up."
After Robin recovered he was transferred to a Saigon hospital where he was a psychiatric assistant.
"It was crazy," said Robin, "One of the other assistants was there because he himself was under psychiatric observation. But they needed another assistant so they could have him down for something and he screamed and ran through the hospital. All the patients that could move propelled themselves up and watched him run by, screaming down the corridor. Then they laid back down and I kind of woke up and started laughing. Everyone everybody propelled themselves up again. He got up on a chair and gave me the black power salute. 'Call the misses off,' he kept yelling, 'call the misses off.' You know, 'I'm叫我 Westmoreland.' Everybody applauded and backed down. I got the get down and he yelled, "Collect!"
"I so Iwent over to administration," said Robin, "and told them they better send him home. I was mad as hell. They made him into a psychiatric assistant. Jesus He made him into a and made to DuoTeDun. Once deserter or AWOLs get to go in, the Vietnamese say to get them back If the Martyry to go in, the Vietnamese say to the centers of the black market, and the Vietnamese profit
Robin remembers a haze that
lasted for a long time. It covered everything and shined like swamp gas. He was in a Saigon hospital with a collapsed kidney and a hole in his leg.The first thing he was conscious of was an announcer on the television at the foot of his bed, telling the world that Martin Luther King had just been shot.
nowaving the Americans there to smuggle and steal AMM from seeing those of those street Ammunition. "Anyway, we never heard of that eatable and unhealthy food."
"Ninety per cent of the guys I knew smoked grass," said Robin. "All of my platoon was shot, even the leavenant. Nobody would mind a boy coming. Never then. Except once. There was supposed to be a big movement of Charlie sometime in the next day or so. This guy was a guard near the perimeter one night, and he was still watching him. It is much better. The guy starts thinking, Christ, there's a billion Viet Cong swooping down on him so he starts ripping off his automatic. Then he figures he gets to warn him that he's going to be wrecked wrong way, and heads out past the perimeter into the darkness. The base opened up everything it had. Lit the place like Fourth of July. Killed the poor sucker. What they did to us was all we all lift up joints later and had a good laugh over it."
After two years in Saigon, Tucker finally learned how to be a civilian in uniform. He learned how to get around the rules and have some control over his life. He took long leaves and saw Europe and Australia and Japan. He let his hair grow out and dodged the officers he knew would hit him. He got drunk every night and stoned every morning.
"I stood guard outside the American embassy one night. It got very dark, it seemed, in the early morning. The trees moved. I stood with my gun and listened. It occurred to me that if I got hit, I probably deserved it. I really was part of it. I imitated right out of high school to avoid the attack as an accomplice. I stood with my gun and listened."
When the jeep took him to the transport plane to go back when he came back to his room. He faced turned toward him. He could smell flowers. The MP swerved the jeep around a child, turned to Tucker, and asked him why he looked so down. After all, he was going
Tucker is in Japan now
Robin is in New York. Robin the black dancer one night he met a ballerina named Mila. She had ballet in a ballet. He halfway through it, he was very happy.
EPILOGUE
On May 8, 1919, they began to come home.
Main Street was bursting with people, and the flags waved, and mothers cried and cheered. Johnnie came marching home, and right behind him marched the next war.
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
The front page Hutchinson News story of day read: "Company E came home today~home after a year of foreign service, home from the blood-stained, tangled wrath of the branches of the Domen-Dieu, the night raids of the Alasce."
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LETTERS
The Saga of the Oft-Towed Car
To the editor:
I must agree with Mr. Hiff that daytime parking regulations are most necessary on a campus of four schools in order to prevent traffic chaos. However, his main argument centered around the absurdity of those actions taken by KU traffic police and the victim's And as a victim of $133 worth of traffic violations all, except two, of which were incurred at night, I feel my personal account with the police and security is most revealing.
I would like to commend Ted Isham on his historical that was published in 1985 by the Kansan concerning KU's police policy and add some comment on it.
My story picks on one very cold morning last year when my car ran out of gas on the road leading to behind Flint Hall.
Griff & the Unicorn
Being extremely frustrated I demanded an explanation from Mike Thomas, director of traffic for the city, who had to remove my car because it was a fire hazard. He explained that I was in the building of the buildings to which that car belonged and could have gotten when. When I questioned his logic by asking why the cars that are conceived as a parking space and those parcel parallel along
After maneuvering it over against the curb, out of the line of traffic, I made a note on the wind direction and saying I would return in one hour (I had a class) to correct the mistake. I found my car had been towed.
Continuing on, earlier this semester, when I did have a car to wear, I went out to find my car being towed from this area. The officer said he had received a complaint about the car (which it was not). When I would I should be moved to move it (it was not yet hooked up to the battery), Alas; my story ends as of two nights ago, when my husband, who has job in the photography industry, went to 9. At 6 p.m. his car was the only car parked behind Flint. At 8:30 i was towed for reasons still to be considered.
While this may be an amusing
By Sokoloff
I submit that the actual duties of traffic and security officers should be to maintain the minds of those such employees, just below the realm of reason.
the road behind Flint were not towed—he had no reply.
sory to some, it motivates me to strongly question the actual skills of security officers after class hours. Perhaps one night when these most dedicated people are locked in a room with lots and simultaneously some coeds is being attacked or a bomb is going off, building, those employed in KU security can plead a state of understaffed personnel and staff.
—Vicki Bullard Tulsa, junior
Those Were the Days
"Copyright 1971, University Daily Kansan"
55 Years Ago Today—1916
Miss Carrie Watson, librarian,
opened the library stacks to
students in regular library
hours.
The KU Follies held in Robinson Gymnasium netted $135 for the National Armenian Relief Fund.
The first senior women's mixer of the year would be held the next week, according to the Krusan. The mixer was to feature taffy-pulling.
The cost of attending KU, including living expenses, totaled $400 a year, according to student-gathered statistics.
50 Years Ago Today—1921
The Men's Student Council disfranished all members of Black Helmet, an honorary sophomore society, for charging admission to a dance authorized as a private organizational affair. The Men's Student Council amended to Chancellor Lindley that he disband the club.
Jess Willard returned from New York to his farm near Topeca via Lawrence after his 15 round fight with Jack Dempsey to determine the world championship was lifted off the ground for Marsha in Madison Square Garden, was canceled because of a ruling by the New York boxing commission limiting admission prices to $15.
40 Years Ago Today—1931
Three pool tables were added to the men's recreation room in Memorial Union. The women's recreation hall was partitioned off to allow space for women to hold card parties and lea, acajumping to the room of the Union Operating Committee.
KU edged by Oklahoma A. & M., 31-28. The game was billed as an event to determine which team would win the basketball—the Big Six, represented by KU, or the Missouri Valley Conference, represented by M. In conference play KU trailed one-half game.