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University Daily Kansan Tuesday. Oct. 14, 19.
The Other Island War
With the Formosa crisis at least temporarily abated, the world this week was taking another look at the bloody island of Cyprus.
Great Britain's latest proposal is a 7-year plan which would maintain Cyprus' present position while bringing Geek and Turkish islanders into the government. The Turks, a 20 per cent minority on the island, accepted readily. The Greek Cypriots did not.
With Britain caught in the middle, Belgium's Paul-Henri Spaak flew to Athens to propose a conference among Greece, Turkey, and Britain to solve the Cyprus problem. Greece has accepted the plan.
If the three countries can work out a solution to the island war, it will be a major triumph for all the nations concerned.
Britain wants positions on Cyprus to guard her Middle East interests. Greece and the Greek Cypriots want unification and return of the island to Greek control. The Turkish Cypriots want partition of the island so they too may save self-government.
There is no easy answer to these conflicting wishes. Only one thing is certain. Violence, whether Greek, Turkish, or Britain, will never solve the bitter hatreds on Cyprus. Diplomacy offers the only other answer. —Al Jones
When Friendship Calls...
China and Formosa, Britain and Cyprus, France and Algeria, the United States and Alaska. a comparison?
Three of our major allies are fighting tooth and nail to keep possessions that are crying for freedom, while one of our territories decided to cement relations and join up.
The United States is going to look mighty bad in the eyes of its friends if it continues to annex states while other nations do nothing but suffer ignominy from their holdings. We have scads of diplomats overworking their jaw muscles in foreign meetings in a valiant attempt to keep relations with other countries on a friendly basis. Then we destroy all this work by adding
states right in the period of Britain, France and China's strife. How unthinking!
There is only one course we can take to repair the injured feelings of our revolt-tricken cohorts. Declare war on Hawaii!
Should this action take place soon, we will be able to show the world that we are true joiners. Never let it be said that the United States stood-around and watched its friends fight civil wars without starting one of its own. We must conform. Sort of like being one of the boys.
Actually, this is a way out of eventual world war. How can we bother with Russia and Red China if we spend time concentrating our venom on a weak friend who (no doubt) would be willing to fight against us to preserve world peace?
After all, anything for a party. —J.H.
Onward, Christian Soldiers
Sunday nine Negroes attempted to attend a white Baptist church in Little Rock. The head usher seated them in the basement. They did not stay for the service.
This was the second attempt they had made to attend the church. The previous Sunday, four of the Negroes tried to worship there.
It is a serious matter when people who profess by their words to recognize Christ and His teachings do not recognize Him by their actions.
Someone recently said 11 a.m. to noon on Sunday is the most segregated hour of the week. Sunday's episode gives proof to this statement.
It makes one wonder what would happen if Christ Himself were to try to enter one of these color-conscious churches. Christ was a Jew from Jerusalem, and natives of that area were quite dark complexioned.
Would the people who supposedly worship Him and accept Him as their Savior refuse to
accept Him in their congregation because of His skin color?
Segregation of Negroes from whites is a matter of something visible—the color of skin.
What would happen if we could no longer see?
What would we use then to distinguish between black- and white-skinned persons?
A true Christian accepts the Bible as the supreme truth and attempts to live a Christ-like life. Christ did not set one race above another. What authority then do churchmen today have to decide this matter? We mock His teachings when we refuse to admit a fellow Christian to a house of worship because of the color of his skin
Perhaps the Christians in Little Rock, and all over the world should stop and think the next time they sing the hymn, "In Christ there is no east or west. In Him no north or south. But one great brotherhood of men throughout the whole wide earth." —Martha Crosier
LITTLE MAN ON CAMPUS By Dick Bibler
"BURWELL - YOUVE CERTAINLY IMPROVED THE PAPERS YOU'VE BEEN HANDING IN TO ME LATELY."
Short Ones
One of our candidates has disappeared, "believed to be somewhere in the state campaigning." It's probably asking too much to hope that the other politicians will conduct the same sort of campaign.
The Smith Brothers (Trade and Mark), in a bow to Togetherness, are now side by side on their package of the new assorted fruit cough drops after a heart-rending separation of 112 years.
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It Looks This Way ...
The newspapers these days are full of stories about moon rockets, satellites, missiles, atom bombs, and ultimate weapons. Science today is a standard feature of the daily newspaper and the Sunday supplement.
Bv Al Jones
The man in the street, if such a person really exists, has such a surfeit of science news that his attitude is compounded of equal parts boredom and "Well, they're still messin' around with them rockets. What did the Bears do today?" We seem to have an infinite capacity for ennui. It was not always so.
The achievements of the last few years leave us feeling rather forlorn, like a prophet who has lived past his time. The current phrases about rocketry and atomics used to be the exclusive property of a small band of imaginative, prolific science-fiction writers.
Take "outer space," for example. That term has been shamelessly stolen from the old science-fiction magazines, and inaccurately at that. In the good old pre-atomic days, outer space had to be outside the solar system or even outside the galaxy, depending on the scope of the author. Now it means any place more than 20 miles above the earth, a pitiful perversion of its former grandiose meaning.
Or push-button warfare. It used to mean one man, usually an evil dictator, poised at a desk armed with a dozen-odd buttons. When the nasty old man had an attack of dyspepsia, poof! there went another planet. Or poof, anyway, until the hero gave him his comeuppance. This usually took about 2,500 words, since the authors were paid space rates.
Those were the days when science-fiction magazines were carriedfurtely under the shirt, because of the lurid covers and the potential scorn of one's peers, who derisively asked, "You really believe all that junk about rockets?"
Oh, the magazines were giants in those days. The stories were a clever blend of sex and science, a combination guaranteed to attract the attention of young readers innocent in the ways of a wicked world.
Where is the science-fiction hero? He was required to be at least six-four, superbly muscled, and either golden blond or handsomely brunet. To replace the hero, we have some unprepossessing chaps who climb into a space chamber and emerge a week later in need of a bath and a shave, looking quite unheroic.
And the heroine of science-fiction was another stereotype. She was beautiful, sexy, and a whiz at math. She was usually a mousy graduate assistant or lab technician until the hero came along and transformed her into a cross between La Bardot and Madam Curie.
Well, the era is dead. The old guard science-fiction fans are vindicated by events, but it is a Pyrrhic victory.
The vulgar newspaper purveys the science-fiction, and the old-fashioned, oversexed, thud-and-blunder magazines have gone the way of the mastodon. The old fans must follow them into oblivion.
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