New councils offer promise Today is July 8, 1969. Just 193 years and 4 days ago, a document was adopted by the people of this country. This document was little more than ink and parchment, yet no other document since—and perhaps ever—will have the impact upon our world as this one parchment. In the days to come, we may disagree with some regulations and decisions. Yet the Declaration of Independence says, "Pruidence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing forms to which they are accustomed." If all Campers and Administrators would read and believe this, our differences might pass without disturbing the entire Camp. Matters such as length of hair, dress, "lights-out" time, etc., are not so drastically evil that they cannot be put up with. Admittedly, there was cause for our Camp Director to be upset and disgusted with the council meeting two weeks ago. But, never has abolishing any institution solved the problem faced. Abolishing the Council solved nothing and probably made matters worse. Very few Campers had knowledge of the meeting until a piece of literature was found in their mailboxes informing them of the situation. The supervisor of Hashinger Hall established a separate council for Hashinger with representatives from each wing. The three other dorms followed. Each dorm council elected a president and the presidents of all four councils will meet and serve as the camp council. This idea is one of the best and all of you should support it. If these councils are used wisely, they will work and satisfy the camp needs. — Elair Yeager Saved by the badge Identification proves value Sirens blazing, red lights flashing, student-Camper Jane Doe is rushed to Watkins Memorial Hospital. Moving swiftly, the ambulance drivers transport her to the emergency room where a doctor and nurse are standing by. "Thank God, she's wearing her name tag," the physician gasps as he prepares a blood transfusion, "or we wouldn't have been able to find her correct blood type in time!" What's wrong with student-Camper Jane Doe? She stuck herself with her shiny, new Camer's I.D. badge and is suffering from symptoms of blood poisoning. So you see fellow Campers how important it is to wear your I.D. badge at all times? And not only are they necessary to your health and well-being but they are also ingeniously designed to compliment anything and everything you wear with them. This includes shirts, dresses, bathing suits, sleepwear and formal attire. Name tags will surely create more harmony and cooperation between Camp members. Boys will no longer have to go through the embarrassing process of asking a girl her name and address. By the same token, girls won't have to worry about when to volunteer this information and when to keep quiet. It will always be clearly visible on the badge for all to see. And the conveniences are unlimited, Just think after six weeks of wearing these cards on every piece of clothing you own, including your formal, anytime you wish to wear a pin or any other such article you will have two ready-made pin holes available. What a help to housekeeping these little badges will be. What better way to clean out those full-to-overflowing drawers or the debris under the bed, than while searching frantically for your I.D. badge at 6:30 in the morning? These name-plates also serve another important purpose, that of keeping you in pocket money. Although the average Camper doesn't seem to appreciate them, Lawrence boys and other non-Campers do. They seem to feel they are collector's items and will usually pay a nice little sum to rent or buy your badge. Yes, these coveted I.D. badges are just one of the many things that is being done to help—and I quote—"each student in this Camp to have a wonderfully rich and rewarding experience." 'Wade Down' heavily overloaded Mary Lind Wade Down was a typical Camper ... almost. He had a perpetually dazed, intellectual look on his face which was topped with a shaggy head of hair, with Don't complain about dull dances; make them come alive instead Complaining is an inborn trait for Campers. There has been more than enough complaining about the dances. Complaining about "lousy music" or about "dead" dances has long been a popular pastime. This complaining is pointless. The music is supplied by privately owned records and equipment. The only way to get a live band to play for an entire dance is to pay them. Since there is no dance fund, admission would have to be charged. How many good bands are there in Lawrence that you would pay money to hear? The only improvement that would keep the dances free is to volunteer your own record collection for a night—in the hope that a few of your favorite songs will be played. If you will not do this, then, to put it bluntly, shut up. As for the complaint of dead dances, whose fault is that but your own? The dances are only dead because the Campers make them that way. With that in mind, I would like to offer a few suggestions: - Show Up. No dance is alive without people there. And you're not going to thrill anybody by showing up a half an hour late, either. No dance will "come alive" when only 15 people are there. - Stay There. Just don't figure a dance will stay dead and leave. It will start moving a lot faster if everyone stays. Don't pop in and out all night, either. - Look Decent. Be feminine or be masculine according to your gender. No person, male or female, wants to dance with a person wearing an old T-shirt and dirty jeans. - Don't Stand In A Herd. You can't break out of a bad rut standing around in a group. Mingle. Meet people. - Don't Stick With Your Roommate. This rule is especially for the girls. Dance offers will be few if your roommate acts as a built-in chaperone. You see her all day anyway, why stick by her at a dance? Dead dances are nobody's fault but your own, fellow Campers. If you don't make the best of them, you are losing the best free entertainment available. — Brad Flynn 'Riley' protects hands Quick Draw fights back Well, kiddies, it's time for another great tale from our heritage of the Old West. Tonight's saga centers around one encounter that our heroes, Russler "Quick Draw" Riley and his faithful sidekick Dan "The Man" Brander, have with the local branch of a gang of dastardly outlaws known as the Dupes. In another tale you remember that Riley earned his nickname because of an earlier run-in with the notorious bad-guys. As you all know, he was calmly rambling along in a pleasant speech at his weekly ranch meeting when lo and behold a complaint was lodged against his time-honored custom of keeping his cattle well shorn. "It must be the Dupes behind this," Riley was heard to comment. "As everyone knows, only the Dupes go around shaggy looking and disheveled. Hey, maybe some of them snuck in among the herd when the new generation of cattle arrived awhile ago. however, I'll pull a quick one over on them. I'll discontinue my pleasant ranch meetings where I give all those nice speeches. That'll fool them. After all, I've been around quite awhile and somebody'd have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me." Getting back to tonight's tale, it seemed that some outside ranch hands and possibly some of the dreaded Dupes had slipped past Riley's outer defenses and were trespassing on his ranch. After due deliberation with his sidekick and the various leaders of his ranch hands, Riley up with the idea that his cattle and ranch hands wear special uniforms, and as he put it, "The unwanted agents of the Dupes will stick out like sore thumbs because they will be without our uniforms." So after that fast action on his part, Riley was called "Quick Draw" by all who knew him. "At ease, 'Quick Draw,' at ease," Dan the Man muttered, "The cattle would never stand for that sort of thing. The basic idea is great but a simple mark or tag would do the job of identification and would be a less-obvious restriction of the cattle's liberty. And so, with some kind of simple mark, the Dupes can still be recognized with the minimum of resistance from the cattle." "And just think, if, by the work of some subversive Dupes, the cattle start to remove their identifying marks, we can scare them by warnings and possibly by sending some violaters back to less cultured pastures," Riley explained. "Excellent idea, my faithful Brander," Riley said, "I see I have trained you well, even in the few years that you have been here." "Anyway, as you know, Dan, all I want is for my cattle and ranch hands to have a good and enjoyable time in their visit at my humble ranch," Riley said. Well, children, that ends the tale, so rush off to bed. But, before you begin to worry about how to take this story, I want you to remember that this wasn't the last heard of the Dupes, for it seemed that the more they wer epersecuted and hounded, the greater their number swelled and the stronger they seemed to grow. David McMillan sideburns carefully cut off at the bottom of the ear. In other words, he was a normal boy Camper. He, like anyone else, dutifully attended the classes he had which were part of the science section: Advanced Uncomprehendology and Linear Confusiology. But there was something unique about Wade, for he was only four feet seven inches tall and extraordinarily weak. The start of Wade's undoing began quietly. He didn't complain when he had to carry about his little identification card to show he was a genuine authorized Camper. He didn't even mind when a counselor told him he'd also have to carry his room key—an ugly, bulky thing—with the card. Then came the day Wade was handed his rectangular badge with "Wade Ted Down 934 H" typed neatly upon it. Wade became uneasy. The badge was very heavy to be wearing on his shirt while he was carrying gigantic textbooks and was struggling up and down the ponderous hill that someone had had the vision on which to construct the dormitories. Next came a large metal button, still more weight for Wade to bear. It was emblazoned with bright red letters, "I am a Camper." But still Wade did not complain. This was followed by an armband with the University's seal stamped in the center of it. Wade found it was very loose around his arm and it constantly slid down keeping Wade busy pushing it back up. The next burden for Wade to support was a beanie which had the Jayhawk sewn on the front of it. This was also too large, causing it to fall over his eyes. Wade was now forced to make his way up and down the hill by feeling his way along, since he was blinded by the.beanie. At a dormitory meeting two days later the next forward step was 'proudly unveiled. At a great cost to the Camp—and consequently to the Campers—uniforms had been made, and everyone was to wear them constantly, from then on. Again the new offering was too large for Wade. The pants came piling about his feet, hiding his shoes completely. This discomfort was compounded by the combined muscle-straining weight of the card, key, badge, button, armband and beanie. But those who had kept churning out the burdens to wear didn't. They bought sand-wich signs from a local restaurant, painted over "Eat at Joe's" with "Daisy Hill Forever!", and started giving them to the Campers to carry. His counselor told the rest of the boys of his death at the next dormitory meeting. "He was a good, faithful boy," the counselor told the solemn group. "His remains will be sent on the next plane, train, or bus home. Let us have a moment of silence in his memory." That day, little Wade was attempting to eat his Jello salad—although he couldn't see it because of his beanie—when his counselor tapped him on the shoulder. Wade lifted up his beanie to see, saw the sandwich sign the counselor was offering, shrieked and ran off into an elevator. He then deliberately stuck it between floors and died of starvation before he could be rescued. After the glum quiet, the counselor discreetly cleared his throat and announced, "Now to the business at hand. We have here as our guest tonight Mr. Gregory. He is a professional tatooer. All you boys line up over there and Mr. Gregory will begin tattooing 'Property of the Midwestern Music and Art Camp' on your forehead." —David Danielson KANSAN The Kampfer Kanas, camp newspaper at the Midwestern Music and Art Camp, will be available on Fridays. It is written by the members of the Journalism Division of the Camp. THE KAMPER The opinions expressed in the editorial columns are those of the editorial staff of the newspaper. Guest editorial views are not necessarily those of the editorial staff. Any opinions expressed in the Kamper Kansan are not necessarily those of the Midwestern Music and Art Camp or the University of Kansas. Accommodations, goods, and employment offered in the Kamper Kansan are offered to students without regard to color, creed, or national origin. Executive Staff Executive Staff Co-Editor in-Chief Char Meister, David McMillan News Editor Pat Jordan Editorial Editor Blair Yeager Feature Editor David Danielson Sports Editor Ken Olson Photography Editor Mike Hitchcock Reporters: Brad Flynn, Jane Glazer, Barbara Kriel, David McMillan, Wendy White, June Kantz, Dwight Lee, Mary Aguilar, Chris Burnham, Maureen Eddy, Scott Chandler, Janette Hartman, Mary Jane Gunn- ning, Mary Lind, James Thomas, Debbie Sherry, Sandy Nellsen, and Debbie Wunn Kansar Adviser James W. Murray Assistant Advisers Jackie Raymond, Robert Stevens Photographic Advisers Gary Mason, William Seymour