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Now that the University has got
a firm grip on the undergraduate body
and is hoisting it out of the mire of
complacency by demanding a C average to maintain residence here, it
seems rather apparent that the new
attitude has met
with general approval, albeit
grum-blingl-

In short, the higher standards

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im-

posed upon the students have caused
their share of complaints from the
minority, but most people have indicated a certain amount of
pride in facing and surmounting a
vastly improved academic obstacle.
Yet with all this emphasis upon
student performance, one wonders if
perhaps the policy makers might not
need to be reminded that the acade-mi- c
sword is essentially doubled-edg-erequiring not only a learner but a
teacher. And if standards are set up
ne'er-do-we- ll

for the former, one might ask whether
like standards should not be established for the latter.
But since a teacher's standards are,
by and large,
it is almost impossible to state precisely
what standards they should have to
meet. Some here at the University
meet and even exceed their obligations, making each course an exciting and rewarding experience. Others
unfortunately, either cannot or do not
succeed in even arousing interest,
much less excitement.
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Thus our discussion ends almost
where it began in a question: Just
what arc a teacher's obligations and
who, besides himself, is to see that
they are fulfilled?
If each teacher asked himself this
question before every class, perhaps
the answer would supply itself.

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The Rites Of Spring
Spring is here, and collegiate sap is
rising. Or perhaps we should say
collegiate saps are rising, considering the season's latest rash of non-

sensically.
The panty raids of yesteryear have
fallen off, so to speak, to a mere nothing. In fact, one Midwestern college
housemother stopped a panty raid
last week by standing majestically
atop the sorority house steps and reraiders on the
minding the would-b- e
lawn that such shenanigans were last
year's fad. The least they could do,
t.he said, was keep abreast of the
times. They skulked off, crushed.
This year, of course, tomfoolery is
still de rigueur. But it's more suave,
more ingenious. Take the phone-boot- h
stuffing craze, for instance. Last
we heard it had died out after one
d
college group crammed some
undergraduates inside the kiosk. (A
tribe of African pygmies is reported
to have gotten 174 of its members
inside a booth, but this is unsubstan
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tiated. The reporter who went to investigate was served up for lunch
next day. )

Kernel Cartoon

Out at Texas Christian University,
the Kappa Sigma chapter stuffed 24
e
brothers into a small Renault
and topped off the French car
with another 18, thus claiming a national record for the fad that has
stuffing.
superseded phone-boot- h
We're glad University students have
avoided such folderol, and instead
have adopted some of them the
healthy, demanding sport of hopscotch. Under other circumstances we
might be tempted to say the
were being as juvenile as
stuf-fer'phone-boot- h
the
and foreign-ca- r
but we're obliged to say that
we think hopscotch is a fine game, a
wonderful game, one that everyone
should participate in. We have absolutely no criticisms of the law students and their hopscotching. Not a
whit.
How can we? We suggested it.
Dau-phin-

hop-scotche-

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The Readers' Form
A Plea

For Tolerance

To The Editor:
Mr. Rampion's letter of April 8
displays a remarkable combination
of ignorance and bad taste. His use
of the recent controversies on drinking to air his private prejudices
certainly does not reflect the liberal
college education which he is supposed to be receiving, and it is obvious that his knowledge of the Baptist denomination is a superficial one
perhaps gained from walking "past
their establishment .on South Limestone."
As a member of another denomination and a person who has been an
active member of the BSU during
student years, I should like to suggest
to you, Mr. Rampion, that next time
you (might) walk into and not past
the BSU (or any other religious meeting place!). Perhaps a little of the
religious tolerance and generally
friendly attitude practiced there may

rub off on

you!

will come to mutual understanding
of any sort locally, nationally, or
world-wid-

e.

Karol M. Riley

Few Words, Much Said
To Our Critics:
Flattery will get you nowhere!
A "Bucolic" Baptist

All Grown Up Now
To The Editor:
In our younger days as journalism
majors, we too enjoyed writing asinine
editorials. But now, as law students,
we find it much more enjoyable to
watch, whistle, or cheer the girls.
Tom Brabant
Fred Bradley
(And play hopscotch?- -! HE EDITOR)

Kernels
Three little

pigs went out for rush.

I should like to add that although
it is true that we in the United States,
according to the Bill of Rights, are

"These are the times that try men's
souls." Dave Beck
"To be or not to be, that is the
question." Bridey Mi'RPHy"

free to express our beliefs and opinions, it is only by common consideration of the beliefs of others that men

"What this country needs is a good
cent cigar." White Owls

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Bob

llrrndon

The Naked Truth About Models
By W. G. ROGER'S

Associated Press Arts Editor
not likely to get
NEW YORK-You- 're
rich as an artist's model, but take it from
a bevy of girls who pose for budding
job
painters,' it's "the greatest part-tim- e
there is."
That's the conseusus of Anne, Irene,
Pat, Carmen, and Edith, who work at
the Art Students League here and hail
g
places, including Los
from
Angeles, Puerto Rico, Switzerland and
Pittsburgh. They also agreed they could
make a living at it if they had to.
The girls talked freely of the model's
life during a regular break in their
classes. They drank heavily two cups of
coffee or tea apiece. They were pretty,
vivacious, quick to laugh, ready with
repartee even the blonde who recently
overheard a student comment as she
walked to the stand: "Oh, we get the
morose one this time." Used to posturing, they gestured freely.
The boy students are no problem,
the girls said. While they stare intently
at the nude model as they work, for
flirting the lads turn to the girl student
far-flun-

beside them.
"I tell them in class that if one of
them eve n touches me after I put on
my robe and get down from the model
stand, 111 slap his face," says one model.
But they usually don't speak out in
class. One said the room in which-shposed was "as quiet as church."
The league hires about 300 models a
year, many more women than men.
There are an estimated 500 professional
models in New York and every sizeable
art school in the country uses local
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skin that painters love to
body not too thick or fat,
paint and a

lovely-colore-

models.

Applicants here are asked whether
they pose nude or in costume. If in
costume, their chances are not so good;
lots of people love to earn $3 to $3 an
hour sitting around doing nothing. If
nude, and they're young and with the

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they're in.
The pay

the same, costumed or nude.
$3 to $5 an hour.
A league official said: "We wish there
were more young models. A model is
good from late, teens to perhaps 45,
when the skin begins to lose its luster.
'
But they tan be too young. The law
forbids a girl to pose nude before 18.
Males can't pose completely nude at
any age."
One girl said: "When I lived ia the
village, my painter friends kept nagging, 'Why don't you pose?' I was a
waitress, and one day going by league
headquarters I decided to ask. At the
desk I stammered: 'Do you hire any
The woman said
er could I be-e- r-?'
it for me: "You mean you want to
model?' "
Another, an actress who has played
shows, said: "I model because it's on an irregular basis. I go
when I can, or please, and have time for
the theater too.
"When I started, they put me in a
small class, like all beginners, and the
teacher sat me with my back partly
toward the class, not too exposed for
an unsure novice. Then suddenly, sooner
than usual, I posed for a class of 50
students, and it - frightened me, and I
asked myself, 'What are you doing in
here? How did you get up on this stand
under that light?' And I burst out
crying and ran out of the studio."
Another girl, who was studying at the
league, wanted to visit California, but
couldn't afford it. "Why not model?"
she thought. She got her trip. She now
paints at home and has a joet husband
who also models at the leagu. "To be
sure, it is a physical strain, but much
better than routine office work," she
said.
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The Kentucky Kernel
University of Kentucky

Entered at' the Pot Office at Lexington, Kentucky us second tlass mutter undtr the Act of March
Published four times a week during the regular school yar tsctpt holidays and rutins.
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