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TIM CORBETT
Editor
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I’uhlished weekly by studenLs attending .Atlantic C hristian
College, W ilson, N, C. 2789H. The views expressed herein are
not necessarily those of the faculty of administration of .AC C.
Letters To The Editor
Wanted
Every year the merchants of Wilson send out
welcome notices to the AC students. Banks fight for the
student’s savings and checking accounts. Car dealers,
clothing stores, restaurants and various other
businesses in Wilson encourge the students to come see
them,
AC students spend thousands of dollars in the City of
Wilson every year on merchandise and taxes. Students
for the most part fit well and adjust to the way of life of
the townspeople. However the people in Wilson aren’t so
polite when it comes to recreational activities.
When the lighted tennis courts at AC are full then
students must go elsewhere to play. This leaves only the
city courts on which to play. This is where friendly
relations between Wilson residents and students ends.
Now, we all know that the Wilson city residents pay
more taxes to build the courts and they should have first
priority.
The problem is increasing with the change to warmer
weather. Many students want to play tennis and are
willing to wait for a court but dislike being asked to
leave by some resident.
Now, AC students don’t pay high property taxes,
don’t have a Country Club membership or invest money
at the local brokage house. However, the students do
patronize the local merchants and perhaps make up a
sizable per cent of their income.
So, the next time you are asked to leave the Wilson
City Tennis Courts remind this person, in a polite way,
that you help pay his salary.
JBR
Communication Gap
It seems that just about the time you are getting
ready to end another school year with the joyous
preparation of term papers 2nd exams — the activities
of next fall are already pressing down on you.
Some things move fast before your next semester has
already begun. In the processes of paying down
payments, selecting rooms and roommates, electing
officers, and planning your tentative schedule — stop a
moment and look back on these previously past
semesters. Much has happened at ACC. But there is
much more to happen.
In your college life you have acquired more than
scholastic knowledge. You associate with a great
variety of people every day. Knowing how to com
municate and work with others is one of the best courses
offered at college — and it’s free. When there is OPEN
communication — there can be no generation gap!
Next August you will have advanced one step further
in your education but the goals are still to be reached.
Whether these goals are for yourself or for all ACC
students one must work in cooperation with one another.
hy
Letter to the Editor:
Now that the 1972-73 basket
ball season has come to an end I
would like to thank those
students who supported our
program. It was gratifying to
recognize the continued support
by the student body at home and
away games. Although the team
did not win many games I feel
we played some of the best
basketball that has been wit
nessed in Wilson gym in recent
years.
Having completed my first
year as the Atlantic Christian
basketball coach I feel that the
objective of establishing a
winning program has been
initiated. It is essential that the
program continue to have in
creased support from the
faculty, students, parents,
alumni, and friends of the
college. I am striving to develop
a program which can suc
cessfully compete with any
small college in the state. I hope
that a successful basketball
program will help to develop
pride among the student body in
Atlantic Christian College. I am
eagerly looking forward to next
season and the opportunity to
once again serve Atlantic
Christian.
Sincerely,
Ben Pomeroy
Head Basketball Coach
Dear Editor,
I am writing about something
that at one time or another
plagues us all — the mail
carrier. This morning was my
turn for a run-in with her.
Let me get something straight.
I would not have been at the
window if my P.O. Box was in
Spring
Registration
Begins
Advanced registration for fall
semester 1973 and summer
school 1973, will be held April
10th. The registration period will
begin with a general meeting of
advisors and advisees at 11:00
o’clock a.m. Tuesday, April 3rd.
Individual conferences with
advisors are to be scheduled
during the period April 3 through
April 9. Students may not ad
vance register earlier than or
later than April 10th. Only those
students who have paid a $50
deposit may advance register
for the fall semester. An ad
vanced deposit is not required
for summer school registration.
The schedule of classes and
instructions will be distributed
at the 11:00 o’clock general
meeting on Tuesday, April 3rd.
working condition. For the last
two and one-half months I have
not been able to open it and yes I
do know the combination. I
always check to see if ther is any
mail in the box before I ask.
Lately, I had rigged my P.O.
Box to open without locking it by
applying tape so it wouldn’t
close completely. Unfortunately,
I broke two fingernails trying to
open it, and if you’ve ever
broken a fingernail of any
length, you know it hurst like
hell and takes many moons to
grow back. Well, my little trick
stopped working, some
malfunction in the tape — but at
least I tried.
This morning I saw that I had
some mail and I tried (hoping a
miracle had happened) to open
my box. As usual the darn thing
was stuck. It being 11:00 I
figured the mail attendent would
help me. That was a big mistake.
She and her dog have got at least
one common characteristic —
t^hey both bark. I simply
her to get the mail from mil
and she barked out her reniv^’'
me to wait, so I J
against the wall and hart
books placed on the ledge wSi
she certainly took out of\ .
valuable fme to push mean
witness out of the way of thel
office widow. “Get out ofV
way!” she yelled. Well heck^
she wouldn’t help us Jh
wouldn’t help anyone who'cai
up. We were just waiting for oj
turn Is that too much to ask’
n were entirely
uncalled for and I didn’t deser e
the treatment I received 1 dn
have a few solutions to thi
problem. ^
(1) Repair P.O. Boxes
(2) Hire more help
(3) Replace old help - Hire
someone who won’t keep a dog in
the student center against the
rules.
Sincerely,
LDS
Undone
By ROBBIE STEEN
I find myself having much
difficulty in sitting myself down
and studying. Spring has tripped
onto the scene and my thoughts
are forever a million miles from
the classroom in which I am
sitting. Springtime is like a
virus. A sunny day in the high
60s; one of those days when you
can feel the heat of the sun. A
sign. People break out their
slaps and their tee shirts, and
break in tender feet. But then it
rains for five days straight and
the temperature does an about-
face into the 40s. After the fourth
day you begin to wonder if the
sun is ever going to show its face
again. You find yourself trying
to picture what the sun looked
like the last time you saw it. You
keep watching the six o’clock
weather for a preview of sunny
days again. “Clearing on Thurs
day with highs in the mid-50s”,
you hear. Thursday it rains. You
curse the weather man openly
and wonder if the talk about
turning Wilson into North
Carolina’s answer to Venice,
Italy is rumor or fact. After all,
the campus grounds are sub
merged and wasn’t that the
infirmary that just went floating
down Lee Street? And maybe
we’ll have better luck in water
polo than in basketball or soccer.
Also there would be a great
demand for gondola drivers so
that more students could obtain
part-time jobs. Just when you
are beginning to enjoy the idea
of picking up your date in a
canoe, surfing three-foot waves
down Gold Park Road, or fishing
for trout from third floor
Hackney, you feel something
bright on your face and when
you glance up you have to turn
your face away because Sol’s
smile is blinding. You pinch
yourself to make sure you are
not dreaming and to your delight
its no dream at all! This is
Spring! Here to stay this time!
“You going to class?” “Naw
Fm cutting.” “What are you
going to do?” “I’m gonna let the
sun dance all over my body."
This is Spring! All the chicky-
babes are grabbing their dare-
to-be-bare bikinis and heading
for New Dorm to let Sol paint
their skin that enticing shade of
brown. The teachers are even
feeling the urge. Classes are
meeting outdoors and no one is
paying attention to the lesson ...
only to the couple that is getting
it on under the big oak tree. I
dare you to stand up Jim!
Spring is outasight! If I was
King of the World, I think 1
would probably proclaim a
holiday everyday the mercur\'
climbed to 65 and above. Fur
thermore, students who at
tended class or persons who
worked on these days would be
subject to fines.
Also, everyone would be
responsible for making five new
friends, gaining 12 ounces of
suntan and rolling 50 yards in
green grass. I would appoint a
department of munchies which
would be responsible for provid
ng luxurious feasts on the
holidays with fresh fruits, verj'
green vegetables and mouth
watering meats. Every one
would eat off of paper plates
which would be recyclable so
that there would be no waste. All
of the leftovers would be given to
dogs and other visiting animals.
After this fantastic meal
everyone could sleep or go
walking or bike riding or play
tennis or do anything. At the end
of the day everyone would be
happy ... and thankful ... and
they would pray. Because He
made it all possible.