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KAMPER KANSAN
Friday, June 28, 1968
Letter to the Editor
Council proves a farce
Dear Sir:
With open minds and constructive criticism, approximately 45 campers attended the biggest farce in the history of Midwestern Music and Art Camp. The administration called it a wing representative meeting, but the only person allowed to act as a representative was Richard Brummett.
The entire council agreed the rules of the camp were petty and ridiculous in their present forms, and instead of being able to do something about them or modify them, they were informed the rules stood, and even had been opposed before. No reason, logic or common sense was able to convince the administration of its defects.
A government body decides,
improves and makes suggestions that are considered for legislation. The absurdity the campers attended was none of these, but a discussion of the rules.
Suggestions and complaints were beaten into oblivion by Brummett's repeated comment, "Yes, yes you're right, but those are the rules and they can't be changed, so let's not waste our time."
Most of the complaints the campers have are about repetitious and trite rules; therefore to modify or change them is the council's job and their duty.
The council meetings are not to represent the campers but to notify them of the latest rules established. The campers are here to learn, many on college level,
yet they are treated like grade school children after classes. So many of the rules are useless and overly strict, the campers are becoming more and more disgusted with the camp and KU.
The great sin
Law enforcement is not based on strict penalties or intricate, binding rules, but on a knowledge of right and wrong. No matter how many are made, the people who were going to break the rules before are going to break them anyway. The rules now have not stopped them, nor will others. But why restrict the campers who only want to stay up till 11 p.m. to finish their assignments? What right does the camp have to expect completed homework and bright eyed students when they do not get enough sleep worrying over an unfinished assignment?
Students kept apart
I have known for many years that sin exists. I have been warned about every sin ranging from murder to white lies. I thought I had heard of every conceivable angle of sin, but on arriving at KU, I discovered a new sin: co-ed sun-bathing.
Somehow I seem to get lost when people try to explain to me that there is a difference between coed swimming and coed sun-bathing. If sun-bathing is extremely "revealing," why is swimming not "revealing." Speaking from
Since I have never seen segregated beaches for females and males, I never knew that it was sinful for men and women to sunbathe together. Everywhere in the U.S., men and women swim in the same pools and at the same beaches. Even at KU, campers swim in the same pool. Obviously co-ed swimming is acceptable everywhere.
experience, I can safely say that the outfits people wear for swimming are no different than the outfits they wear for sun-bathing.
Sun-bathing is an all-American pastime. In hot weather a good portion of the average American's day is spent sun-bathing. Out of the many things I hope to gain at KU, one thing is a suntan. My daily free time is limited. Why must I spend my time separated from the boys just because I want a suntan?
No sufficient reasons have been given to Music Camp students as to why coed sun-bathing is immoral. Is it possible that no reasons were given because there sons no reasonable explanations?
The camp directors should reevaluate the sun-bathing rule. It is time to realize that bathing suits are an accepted part of society and there is nothing morally wrong with them.
—Janet Migdow
The Kamper Kansan, camp newspaper at the Midwestern Music and Art Class at Columbia University on Fridays. It is written by members of the Journalism Division of the Camp.
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Patricia Baser, Jan Booker, Beth Cherry, Jan Doyle
All that is needed is a voice—the voice of the campers to be heard, not just funneled into a deaf ear. The council could be this voice if they were allowed to talk about the important issues and not just the overloaded Sunday breakfast line.
Sincerely yours Claudia Peebles
Patricia Baser, Jan Booker, Beth Cherry, Janet Domowitz, Nan Dunker, Chris Hass, Demity Herber, Janet Midgow, Ann Nore, Emily Rudin, Mary Scott, Daniel Shirey, Howard Stephan, Steven Walker, and Jennie Wein
LOVE or love
Love isn't something you give out on street corners to someone you don't know. Learning not to hate your fellow man is indeed an admirable trait, but loving everything for the sake of loving surely must cheat someone. My friends, the one it cheats is you!
I have heard it told that once, a very long time ago, a small girl longed a great deal for the time when she would be allowed to go for walks all by herself. This damsel's name was Sarah. Sarah was goodness and tenderness and joy all bundled together.
Has someone ever told you about LOVE? The hippies call it LOVE, but what is it really? The guy standing on the street corner, giving flowers to everyone he sees, really believes he is performing some great act of love. Settle down for just a second you turned on generation, and listen.
To wear LOVE on your sleeve you feel no pain, no joy, no sacrifice. But to have love, ah, there you don't jest, do you? You certainly don't if you have an ounce of brain You will not make that commitment lightly.
Dears Friends,
The little man who hands you a flower on that street corner will glow for weeks with his "brothers" and "sisters" in his commune, where everyone lives for everyone else. And maybe one day he'll turn around and find out that real love is tested 24 hours a day, seven days a week, not just from a flower given out of LOVE.
As David Newman and Robert Benton once said, "Go out and wail, baby, swing and do your thing, but don't call it love. That is a state you have to work to get into and strive to keep. We don't win our prizes, we earn them."
She walked for quite some time and before long she spied some yellow kernels lying along the side of the road. Being a curious child, naturally she bent to pick them up, and then continued her walk. Upon her return home she had almost forgotten their presence. When she emptied all her treasures for her mother to see, she carefully placed them on the large
One fine day Sarah was brushing her lengthy chestnut curls and she remembered her birthday wish which she had made not so long ago. As she sat dreaming of golden meadows and sweet clover, her nanny entered her room and told her, her wish had been granted. Sarah was to go on her first unchaperoned jaunt this very afternoon. Needless to say, she quickly dressed and was eager to be on her way.
All about popcorn
— Kansan photo by Pat Ashfora
With love from,
... Oh forget it
BUT TONIGHT ISN'T THE NIGHT OF THE FORMAL
A couple of Campers dress a little prematurely for the July 20 Formal.
oaken table by the fire.
During the night a strange and wonderous thing occurred. The kernals were blown off the table and so close to the burning fire that they exploded. Sarah came down the next morning and found snow white puffs instead of kernals. She tasted one and found it so delicious that she ran and got her mother, who agreed to try to make some for Sarah again.
Thus, popcorn was originated. Since then it has become a common delicacy for all who attend movies, whether at the theater or living rooms. Gee, would it not be nice if that delicacy would be brought to the Midwestern Music and Art Camp movies . . .
Susan Wilson
Attendance required?
It seems particularly sad that in a camp such as the Midwestern Music and Art Camp, dedicated to the fine arts, there is such poor attendance at concerts.
The audiences at the various performances last week-end were pitifully small considering that the camp numbers around 2,100 students. Even worse, half of the weekend spectators were parents and performers.
Orchestras, choirs and bands were created to entertain. Thus, they cannot entertain and fulfill their purpose without listeners. They are not like artists, mathematicians or scientists who can achieve a goal in privacy. Musicians must give performances.
Some campers argue that they will be eaten alive by chiggers at the twilight concert. Yet these same students seem unaffected by insects when sitting on the hill-side over-looking the basketball courts behind Ellsworth and Mc-Collum halls.
Even if the chigger complaints are valid, only the Friday concerts are outdoors. The rest are held in Swarthout Recital Hall, which can easily hold 650 people, or University Theatre which holds 1,400, in soft, comfortable, padded chairs, completed with programs and air conditioning. To listen to a performance in such out-dated accommodations is indeed too much to ask of a camper!
Yet, perhaps the saddest aspect of this lack of camper interest is that students are probably missing the best concerts they will ever see given by high school students.
Rees Roderick