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Nguyen Ai Kwok?
"The obsessions of a gnarled, power crazed little man and his fanatic converts are the cause of what undoubtedly will be the ultimate nuclear conflaguration, the doom of all humanity and..."
"I see," I interjected. "Then you know, of course, the nature of the people involved and might, perhaps, consider yourself to be well versed on the war between the Viet Nams, Cong Hoa and Dan Chu Cong Hoa?"
"WHY, I PICKET don't I? I stand up to be counted when our freedoms are threatened! If we don't blast 'em and their fetal nuclear potential before they get the idea they can. . .."
"Well, then, since one of the most basic of our freedoms is that of free speech, and you seem to be an adamant exponent of that freedom, don't you think that we all have the right to expect responsible, well informed speech from folks like yourself?"
"Are you trying to say I don't know what I'm talking about? That I don't recognize the Commies for the menace they are? That I'm not ready to sludge through the rice paddies to protect the down-trodden...?"
"NOT AT ALL. But I would urge you, for example, to know that your 'gnarled little man' was a baker in Paris in 1919 when he joined the French Communist Party as a charter member, that his book 'French Colonization on Trial' kindled the Annamese independence movement, the forerunner of today's struggle, that he was once called Nguyen Ai Kwok, becoming Ho Chi Minh, 'the Enlightener,' upon his release from prison during the Second World War to avoid recognition as a 'former' Communist, that more than a million lives were lost in the French-Viet Minh battles that began in 1946 and ended with the fall of Dien Bien Phu and the French withdrawal from Indo-China, that the 1954 Geneva conference..."
"Sure, sure, but what does that have to do with my effectiveness as a loyal American, proud of my heritage and standing up for my country under the harassment of all these bearded Vietniks?"
"UNDERSTAND THAT I'm not questioning your motives, man, nor those representing the other side, but your intellectual armament leaves much to be desired. Knowing the history of an issue as inflamatory as this one is as basic as knowing the American documents guaranteeing the rights and freedoms to which you so tenaciously cling if you expect to be listened to, let alone heeded."
"Okay. Let's say I accept all that. But what's your opinion of those proposals to let the United Nations stick its Red hands in the Vietnamese pie?"
"I MIGHT BEST answer that by recalling Adlai Stevenson's eloquent words of October 23, 1962, when his confidence in the U.N. was made plain as he 'attacked,' across the conference table, the Soviet missile build-up in Cuba. Ambassador Stevenson said of that conflict 'It isn't a private struggle; it is a world civil war—a contest between the pluralistic world and the monolithic world—a contest between the world of the (U.N.) Charter and the world of Communist conformity. Every nation that is now independent and wants to remain independent is involved, whether they know it or not. Every nation is involved in this grim, costly, distasteful division in the world, no matter how remote and how uninterested.
"The time has come for this Council to decide whether to make a serious attempt to bring peace to the world—or to let the United Nations stand idly by while the vast plan of piecemeal aggression unfolds..."
By Charles Corcoran
viewpoint They ain't compatible
Little Johnny sat on his grandfather's lap and said, "Tell me about the old days again, Grandpa. You know, before the computers."
Grandpa smiled and looked dreamily through his spectacles.
"Ah, yes, those were the days," he mused. "Of course conditions were terrible. People had to think for themselves and even make decisions. But you know, there was something about those times."
"TELL ME about dating again, Grandpa. I want to hear about the girls."
"Well, there was one time I remember. It must have been back in '65. Yeah, it was '65 all right, cause I remember the computers came in '66.
"I was walking across the old campus one day and I saw this girl, just standing there looking real cute. So, being a gay blade in them days, I just sort of sauntered
up to her and struck up a conversation. And I got a date with her that very night."
"WOW, Grandpa! You must be the bravest man in the whole world. You didn't even know if you were compatible. did you?"
"Nope. Sure didn't. Funny though, it didn't seem to matter a whole lot at the time."
"But weren't you scared? I mean, you didn't even know if you both felt the same way about abortion."
"WELL, I guess I was a little nervous, all right. Cause I didn't even know if she was powerful, intelligent, giving or aesthetic."
"Yeah, and what about sexual involvement? She might have gone back and told the whole dorm so far as you know."
"Well, that was the chance we had to take back then."
"Boy, I'll bet it was a real drag,
not knowing a thing about her,
Boston—A 20-year-old Radcliffe's student who advertised for a husband two weeks ago says she has done enough advertising to last her for a long time.
Cliffie wants out of dorm
-Kansas State Collegian
You can never tell how desperate a confined coed can get. A few weeks ago the Associated Press carried the following article on their wires:
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Grandpa. What ever happened to the old girl, anyway?"
"She's out in the kitchen, sonny. I been married to that old gal for 56 years. Damn, I wish we were compatible."
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"IT WAS KIND of a joke," said the student.
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But she received 220 offers to the ad, which read:
"One year marriage? Seems to be the only way for a Cliffie (Radcliffe student) to get out of the dorm. I'll share expenses, am a good cook. Other details? We can work it out."
THE COED says she has talked to six of the men who replied and is still considering several of the other offers.
"A married graduate student and his wife offered to adopt me and I'm meeting them next week," she said.
In the meantime she remains single.
-Jacke Thayer
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editorial page Thursday, May 12, 1966
—Illustration by Richard Geary
"Well Yank,do something about this communist"
'I shall not pass...'
From The Daily Illini
And it came to pass.
Early in the morning toward the last day of the semester There arose a great multitude smithing the books and wailing
And there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. For the day of judgment was at hand. And they were sore afraid, for they had left undone Those things which they ought to have done. And there was no help for it.
And there were many abiding in the dorm Who had kept watch over their books by night, But it availed them naught.
But some there were who rose peacefully,
For they had prepared themselves the way
And made straight paths of knowledge.
And these were known
As wise burners of the midnight oil.
And to others they were known as "curve raisers."
And the multitude arose
And ate a hearty breakfast.
And they came into the appointed place
And their hearts were heavy within them.
And they had come to pass,
But some to pass out.
And some of them
Repented of their riotous living and bemoaned their fate,
But they had not a prayer.
And at the last hour there came among them
One known as the instructor; and they feared exceedingly.
He was of the diabolical smile,
And passed papers among them and went his way.
And many and varied
Were the answers that were given,
For some of his teachings had fallen, among fertile minds.
Others had fallen among the fallows,
While others had fallen flat.
And some there were who wrote for one hour. Others for two; But some turned away sorrowful, and many of these Offered up a little bull In hopes of pacifying the instructor. And these were the ones who had not a prayer. And when they finished, They gathered up their belongings And went their way quietly, each in his own direction, And each one vowing unto himself in this manner:
"I shall not pass this way again."
- Author unknown