To the Editor: The Student Senate three weeks ago rejected by a vote of 14-7 8 groposal to give $15 to the Des ioines Project. The primary ar- Xument for not giving money was that money allocated for social purposes shouldn’t be used icr any- thing other than social events. be- cause of the Senate‘s record in consistently voting money to the National 5 t u d e n ts Association, which certainly doesn’t provide social opportunities for more than one or two Gl‘innell students, Ind the restrictive implications it has for the jurisdiction ot the senate, found this argument untenable. Upon further discussion alter the meeting, one senator indicated he used this argument or social funds only for social purposes merely as . tront, and he opposed the prey: eat for another reason. He didn't think the project was being run efficiently and involved expendi- tures of money with few or no sub- Itan '3], positive results. It is this criticism of the structure and ei- iectiverless of the Des Moines project on which I focused nly ab tention and traveled to Des Moines in hopes of learning more about the program. I spent about four hours in Des Moines with Billy King, who is on ganiling the Des Moines Project. uring this time we took pictures of a house that had faulty wiring and poor rooting. The occupant was going on rent~5trike until the house was repaired and wanted a record of the complaints. We Ipent the rest of the day visiting people in the neighborhood. Many of the people were Billy's friends and the calls were little more than social ones. But in the afternoon we called on strangers, telling them at the project and inviting their participation. The project was far enough along so that meetings or neigh- borhood people were held to dis- cuss their mutual problems and possible solutions. Discussion top- ics ranged 1mm neighborhood rec- reational sites they would like _to start in order to keep their chil- dren on the streets to regulations on pets. 50 tar Billy has been the main torce behind organizing and directing these committee meet- ings. He is presently trying to find someone from the neighborhood willing to assume chairmanship of the committee. Hecause oi the community’s historical iailure or participation in the dcmopratic, selfrgovernment process, this as- sumption of the chair by one of the community is very important. it means that the committee and neighborhood improvement can continue well after Billy's depar- tul'e. On first glance the personal visi» tations, the Saturday work projects where Grinnell students do odd jobs fixing houses, etc, and even the neighborhood meetings may appear insignificant and even mis- directed in lighting poverty. But there is a theory behind all these activities, The theory is that of community development, which is used extensively by the Peace Corps in fighting poverty abroad. Essentially there are three stages THURSTON— (Continued on Page 5) Budget Suffers from To the Editor: More and more these past years we have been told how important higher education is. Every medium oi intormnticn is hill of sugges tions to the federal government, the states, the college themselves. The individual is being told how much 5 earning power is in creased, in terms at dollars and cents. (What a way of evaluating education: in my way of thinking it confuses education with job training.) I tried to do it myself, and i hit upon at least one snag which could easily be avoided' When my daughter was ready for college, one at her tcachcrs rccommended a small college as excellent, and having just the right courses of study. The yearly fee (including entire lite on campus) appeared rather high iur my bud- get; but we decided that we should be just about able to carry it. Well . . , When it came to paying the first year’s rec, there already was an increase oi $110; the second year the increase beyond our original budget was $235; and for the ncxt year it will be beyond the original udget by $375. No doubt there are good reasons tor the increases; uniortunately, my budget is in no way geared to that oi the college And I am rolling hopelessly behind. The same dilemma most assurcdly hits hundreds at thousands of pec- p_'e who try to solve thcir educa- tlnual problems alone; and they all can be spared the disappointment, and possible unpleasant conse bounces by some plain, practical dunking (isn’t that the capacity unich college is supposed to de Vc'opY); for instance, it college ices would be fixed Scarle’r a GIINNELL Tuition Increases not per year but per com-seat study, viz. the 1962 (cc Ipplylng only to students starting 1962, at the same tirm rate per year, through all (our years; the 1963 ice, if an increase heeded, Ipply- ing only to students starting 1963, again at the same firm rate per year, through all {our years; and so on. which can be applied to the college budget jusl as easily as the present method. Eugene H. Michaela New York Jones Replies To Criticisims To the Editor: In reply to the letter from “a parent" in last week's paper. 1 am amazed that any parent of a Griuncll student would be so iii- senaitive as to take exception to the impressive issue of the 55:15 which discussed the problem oi poverty in Grinncll, Des Moines and Chicago. The stair of the sols deserves commendation for this issue, not criticism. and I hope there will be continucd attention to the problem. The only cominu nlty relations endangered by a coiiccin with poverty are the good opinions pi those individuals who believe along with the parent of last week that povcrty strickenl people are probably “content as. they are" and that children find[ happiness in "messy barkyards."i The 8&1} and the college can welll alibi-d to sacrifice the good opin- ion at such typos, Alan inner. (history) nd Black COLLEGE stir-hell. low- a wccldy newspaper published each Finlay or the col- lzgc vrar by the Grinnell committee on sludcnt Puoltca non». ileprukmima to i nalmnal advertising by wanonal Ad~ verusinc Service. inc... colcgc Publishers Rl‘lli'ccenialive. is Last 50in Street. New York 22. in Second class post- apc pain at Lilinllell, lowa Subscription rare satu per school rcai lam; mud subscrlmlons. nilsmass MANAGER assoc-Ml: EDITOR ihnrunn cmmu . cxclialvch EDITOR CIRCULATION MANAGER rllm’unnnpnrus . , Jlm Jnhu Won Harald nison hob l-lodicine Cyullill nrusr Paul aradley w. Chandlcr Mournian Sturgis, sooit r-rrlsh, Steve Suender SCARLET AND BLACK Friday, November 26, I?“ Paul Roberts Roberts Rules Of Disorder Recently I had an opportunity to inlelylew a lead- ing oiilcial in one or the iederal government's many investigative agencies. This particular agency and (his particular official were concenled With Com- munist influence in students protests Alter his secretary had frisked me. I entered his office. It was a large, hare, sterile kind of place with little iumlture and lit only by the single lamp sitting on the official’s desk. lle was sitting at the desk, his feet propped upon it, his snap brim hat pushed back on his head. "I’m working on a new area of investigation," he told me, after he turned up his radio, “I‘m looking Into the sucalled ‘protest songs.‘ i think they clearly show Communist influence." 1 caught mysell humming “We Shall Overcome" and asked him if he had any particular examples he'd like to talk about. “Why, yes.” he said, as if he had been waiting icr that question. “I heard one on my car radio just today. 1 got in on the middle or it — don't know it’s title or who does it yer — but l did jot down a tow at the lyrics. Doug McCormac He pulled a crumpled envelope from his pocket and began reading to me. n ‘To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heavenr‘ Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?" he gloated. I admitted it did sound familiar. “Yeah, it's familiar Ill rlght — straight, hard, cold Communist Call to revolution. Listen to this part: 'A time to be born and I time to die / a time to kill and a time to heal.’ Now if that isn't the Commie line l don't know it." i was madly searching my mind ior where i had heard Lhose lines before. "Get this,” he said. ’A time to weep and a time to laugh / a time to get and a time to lose, . .’ Sound like a Commie plan for a commune?.. ‘a time to luve and a time In hate. . .' " i knew how what he was coming to and l shud- dered with expectation. . a time of war and a time of peace.’ I think there's a great iuturc in investigating people who sing songs like that," he said authoritatively. “They're all hound (0 be Communists. And who knows what the people who write them are.“ _ The Grudge Pot James Blood busied himself with the antique fin- gemailriile. The handle ended with the golden bust of Queen Victoria set on a ruby inlaid pedestal, distin- guishing the tool as a Victorian masterpiece from the Royal Shops. Blood paused and admired the beauty of hls pared ringers. He was careful, as he sat at a table of the popular London pub, not to cross his legs, (or he knew it made him look prissy. He was lully conscious of the tact that a top—notch espionage agent must remain in- conspicuous — neither proud nor plowed. lie awaited quietly his drink and the moment that his signal would call ircm anonymity the other agent, ISL-7. The drink was his own invention v a James Bloody Mary. Two jiggers of Walkers, one of any canned tomato juice, and one of brlefly chilled v.3, shaken till bruised. with a twist of lemon find. when the waiter brought the drink, Blood stood up and slapped it from his hand onto the Hear. “You peasant," he cursed, “the lemon must be twisted counter-clockwise!” Blood did not care about the drlnk but hoped that the spy hum SMOCK, who had been conspicuously munching Frims at the bar, would mistake “counter." as a signal to iorego the rendezvous, Ac- tually, Blood’s use of his rigllt hand to knock the drink had indicated that GL7 should walk east from lhe London Bridge. As Blood wandered along the leggy banks or the Thames, he wondered what GL-7 would he like. He hoped it would be a beautiful girl whom he could se- duce before his next assignment, but they usually were rather runty ex-army officers. David Lighthourne trains and rivers We should live in the bum and not the past. That's the only way to get along. And even Ihuse who live tor the moment are laggarts. They’re too close to the dangerous brink at some yesterday. They might slip over the edge and never take out liie insurance or sign tor time payments on a car. BeSldes, we’ve got to forget the past. As if it never happened. As it that couldn't be the way it was. It ought to be like some old and longtime gone Octobel iootbdll game that you can iorget it you want [0 — that nobody but the winning quarterback remembers clearly beyond the October chill and some wind whirling leaves on grandstand steps. but ii you should be sitting by the telephone some night, talking to someone you haven’t seen in miles, with some passing remark it can all so quickly re- uun _. garbled here and there, but still quietly sinister in its lcrscns and logic. Suddenly, he tripped over a bulky object and fell to the ground. Undoubtedly, it was GL-7, he surmised as be viewed the motionless heap, A large boot (hen smashed his skull down onto the cobblestone pave- ment. "Harrington's Bootery" was lightly etched on the bottom of the sole. A slight clue, ll he survived. “Well, Mr. Blood,” said the voice above, husky and tinged with a Slavic accent, “you should have finished your drink." The enemy's harsh Cockle seemed incongruous with the pretty London night, James Blood always struck while they were laughing. With a great short or his body. he hung his feet upward at the other's temples, He grabbed the lat calf and gave a hard twist. he snapped back to the ground like a bow-string to its place and let out a huge groan. The sadistic spy laughed again. He laughed even harder. When he thought oi the Englishman ruining himself in his feeble attempt to escape, he wept for joy. lie doubled over in lmcuntmlluble guffaws, Bass roars alternated with soprano giggles. James Blood stood up and brushed his dinner jacket. The ioggy air bothered his sinuses, and he had to suppress a sneeze. When the SMOCK agent was completely prostrate with mirth, Blood pressed the golden iingernaiHile reluctantly into the left aurlcle. and the laughter slowly faded. Blood casu- ally left the scene, knowing that the police would record the event as a simple mugging in which both the victim and the culprit were killed. Now the fog began to lift with the dawn, and the small bust of Queen Victoria looked silently nttmss the (anions river which once had been hers. There was, once upon ii time, a summer, in Maine, perhaps, when the evenings were foolish around zl piano, or drunken in a hall, down Ll wmtl- ing gravel road inlo the damp country night, and lit random through the trees. It all comes back in confused sequence, but the mood's Still there, the images of Goethe‘s wonder under the liloonlighl‘s Shadow, when all we had to (lo was Wander abroad at midnight in summer jackets Zipped hall-way, the girl in your hand and pockets of gentle conversation up and down your path. And if someone Could discover how to regain that mood, how to sustain that self-possessing case a maybe if someone could figure out how those times now gone slipped through our momentarily relaxed fists r . . Maybe then we'd know what we ditl then, and what we're probably doing even now, our race- less days before us, our elegant memories all Inf behind.