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Wednesday, May 16. 1956. University Daily Kansan
State, National, World News
Page 3
Tragedy Strikes As Jet Plane Crashes Canadian Nuns' Home
OTTAWA, Canada (UP)—A rocket-laden RCAF twin-jet flying an interceptor mission hurtled at near supersonic speed into a Roman Catholic rest home for nuns Tuesday night, killing 15 persons by fire and explosion.
The revised death toll was released by the mother superior of the Mother House of the Grey Nuns in downtown Ottawa. She said the dead included 11 nuns, a female kitchen helper and the Rev. Father Richard M. Ward, a Navy chaplain who also ministered to the nuns. Also killed were the pilot and observer in the CF-100 jet aircraft.
The mother superior said 22 nuns escaped from the home.
The mother superior would not
give anyone to see the survivors
for the time being." She said all
were suffering from severe shock.
Mollet Challenges Soviets
MOSCOW (UP)—French Premier Guy Mollet challenged the Soviet Union today to permit greater freedom of the press and travel "without concern for propaganda" to bring about greater East-West friendliness. Mr. Mollet made his appeal following a session with Soviet Premier Nikolai Bulganin and Communist party secretary Nikita Khrushchev at the start of their conference.
Train Stoppage Protested
JUNCTION CITY (UP)—Kansas communities along the Union Pacific local line between Kansas City and Salina indicated today they would protest strongly plans to discontinue two passenger trains. The corporation commission set a hearing on the railroad's application to discontinue one train that makes the run from Kansas City to Salina and the other the return trip daily.
Like Leads In Nebraska Test
OMAHA. Neb. (UP)—President Eisenhower built up a two-to-one lead over Sen. Estes Kefauver (D-Tenn.) in the Nebraska primary "popularity contest" today as the Democrats' hoped-for farm revolt failed to materialize. As late returns came in, it was apparent that there was no significant "cross over" voting by Republican farmers, who could have asked for Democratic ballots.
Rhee Wins Third Term
SEOUL, Korea (UP)—President Syngman Rhee won a third term this week by the narrowest margin in South Korea's brief history. With most of the vote counted, Mr. Rhee's total stood at 4,504,725 votes against 1,949,013 for Cho Bong Am, his only opponent.
Nepal Air Crash Kills 21
KATMANDU, Nepal (UP)—Officials placed the death toll from Katmandu's first passenger plane crash at 21 today. They said 20 of the victims were passengers. The 21st was a woman living in a house into which the Indian Airlines DC-3 crashed when it overshot the runway Tuesday.
103 Algerian Guerrillas Killed
ALGIERS (UP)—French troops killed at least 103 guerrillas in Algeria Tuesday, including a key leader of the Arab bands that patrol the gun-running routes of the northern Sahara. One French soldier was wounded.
TOPEKA (UP)—Spokesmen for the Kansas Highway Commission were hopeful today they might be able to attract and hold beginning engineers with a higher pay scale. The state finance council voted to increase beginning engineers from $341 to $395 a month.
State Offers Engineers More
Graham Doesn't Want Appeal
CANON CITY, Colo. (UP) —The conviction of John Gilbert Graham was left open today for appeal of the death sentence from the indifferent youth who blew up an airliner to kill his mother for insurance. Graham, convicted of planting a time bomb in his mother's luggage which later blasted a United Air Lines DC-6B and killed 44 persons, turned away every suggestion of a legal appeal for a new trial.
MARION (UP)—A truck-car collision at an intersection of two Marion county roads Tuesday took the lives of Claude Ia DePew, 63, Wichita, and Harry H. Byram, 54, Marion, both being killed instantly.
Truck-Car Crash Kills Two
TOFEKA (UF)—A state chamber of commerce spokesman told the Legislative Council today Kansas must provide 10,000 new jobs a year for the next 10 years to keep pace with a growing population.
Kansas Needs New Jobs
INSIDE ACME
By MYHOW CLOZARCLENED
Case No. 7 THE MYSTERIOUS BAG
I couldn't believe it. The new wrapper my shirts were returned in from Acme resisted my grasp. Even a herculean tug failed to rip the sturdy wrapper.
Puzzled, I hustled to Acme. "What new celophane is this that resists my atlas-like grasp?" I asked. The smiling lady replied that the wrapper was made of Polyethylene, a new, miracle plastic that keeps water, dirt, soil and even air away from your cleaned shirts.
"Hum," I mused. I asked what that meant to me.She replied that since my cleaned shirts were protected from all the elements, I could store them indefinitely soft and clean and neat.
"Besides," she explained, "you can use your Polyethylene bags for almost anything." They're handy for packing shoes and sweaters in. And they make an awfully good shower hat.
Immediately I rushed home and gathered all my shirts. When they return, I'll know they'll be safe all summer in their Polyethylene bag.
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RAF Man Killed By Cypriots
H-Bomb Drop Postponed Again
NISOSIA, Cyprus (UP)—Members of the pro-Greek Cyprus underground shot a Royal Air Force guard to death today near the airport. He was the third RAF man to be killed by the anti-British group since April 1955.
Aboard USS Mt. McKinley at Bikini (UP)—America's first hydrogen bomb airtemp was postponed again today because of unfavorable weather conditions. Test officials said the drop was postponed for at least 24 hours.
On Campus with Max Shulman
(Author of) "Barefoot Boy With Cheek," etc.)
TILL WE MEET AGAIN
So how come I'm doing precisely the same thing right now?
I always find myself yawning hugely when a comedian, having finished his act, steps out in front of the curtain, takes off his putty nose, assumes a sincere stance, and delivers an oration full of tender and lofty sentiments.
Two reasons. First, because I couldn't possibly make you laugh at this time of the year; cramming for finals has left you wan, woebegone, and in no mood for innocent merriment.
Second, because this is the last column of the current series, and I'd be a liar if I didn't admit I was just a tiny bit choked up.
It was two years ago that the makers of Philip Morris asked me to write this column. My first impulse, frankly, was to say no. Though I am a man who likes a dollar as well as the next fellow, my talents just do not seem to lead me in the direction of writing advertising copy. When called upon to rhapsodize about soap or sox or cigarettes, I get to giggling uncontrollably and have to be helped home.
"Buddies," said I to the makers of Philip Morris, "I smoke Philip Morris myself, and I think it's a jim-dandy cigarette. But that's all I think it is—a cigarette. Not a graven image. Not a love object. Just a smoke. I'm afraid I can't get reverent enough to write ad copy for you."
To my astonishment, they seemed delighted. "Reverence is not required," said the people at Philip Morris. They assured me that I would not be required to write fulsome commercials - that I could rib the cigarette and the company all I liked - that my columns would be mine alone, with no editing, no suggestions, and no supervision.
"Hah!" I said by way of reply.
But they kept insisting and finally, my thin breast full of misgivings, I went to work.
For the first few weeks they were scrupulously true to their words. Not one syllable, not one comma, was even changed; not one quarter-ounce of pressure was ever exerted. But my doubts were not laid to rest. "When will the honey-moon be over?" I kept asking myself.
... the honesty is still Going On
The answer, gentle readers, is that the honeymoon is still going on. This finishes my second year for Philip Morris. During that time, though I'm sure my copy caused an occasional conduction fit in the boardroom, my carte blanche has remained as blanche as the day it was issued. Whatever I've perpetrated in this column has been, as they guaranteed, mine alone.
They've been living dolls, the makers of Philip Morris, and I think I may be forgiven for getting a trifle misty. And as long as the stops are out, let me say that it's also been a big charge writing for you, the college population of America. Your response has warmed my old heart, and on the occasions when I've visited your campuses, it's been deeply gratifying to see that you're still as pleasantly disorganized as ever. I figure that as long as the likes of you exist, I'm in business.
So, for now, goodbye. Stay well. Stay happy. Stay loose.
© Max Shulman, 1958
Old Max has said it all. We, the makers of Philip Morris, can only add a heartfelt second chorus: Stay well. Stay happy. Stay loose.