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The Colleg^iate
MARY KAY McKOWN
Editor
Jim Kartliing and Briggs Petway Asst. Editor
Bob .Miles Business Manager
-Staff Writers: Jackie Parker, .Nina Jones, Phil Jones, Leigh
Taylor, Alton Watkins, Allan Richeson, Barry Morgan,
Kandy iloloman, Jimmy Shepherd, Debbie Ferrell and
.'Vnn Dixon
Typists: .Mary Jane .McDowell, Kathy Turner and Janet
Poole
Photographers Jimmy Parks and Ernest Sutton
Published weekly by students attending Atlantic Christian
College Wilson, .N.C. 27893. The views expressed herein are
not necessarily those of the faculty or administration of ACC.
Letter to the Editor
In Response
Dear Miss Teems and Mr.
Lockhart:
The interest you have shown in
the Circle K dance marathon for
autistic children is greatly
appreciated. In response to your
letter last week, we would like to
answer the questions that you
brought before the public.
Your letter pointed out
“standard rules” established for
“any dance marathon.” As
stated before, our rules were
established and passed on to the
dancers at the two meetings. In
comparison to the hypothetical
standards pointed out in your
Stage & Script to present
Nagg Pete Bogardus
Nell Janice Cooper
Hamm Joe Collier
Clov Randy Morris
For Beckett life is as finite and
devoid of meaning as an en
dgame in which they king is
checked and the remainders on
the chess board are merely there
to be wiped out in no time as a
routine. The game is finished
before the play opens, all the
characters function as residues
on an almost empty chess board
— hngering around till “death
doth all devour.” Clov opens the
play by breaking the silence in a
toneless voice: “Finished, it’s
finished, nearly finished, it must
be nearly finished...” The four
characters are sole survivors in
a world which has been
destroyed by some unknown
catastrophe. The landscape in
which they dwell is a dead one,
in which “nothing stirs, all is
zero, all is corpsed.” even the
waves have stopped. The
characters are trapped in a
Endgame
closed interior which has “no
way out”, because “outside of
here it’s death”; Hamm’s
cupboard contains the only
source of supplies to life. Except
for functioning as a decaying
force, time has come to a
standstill in which the
characters perform their
“comic routine” described by
Hoffman as “...meaningless
verbal incantation—like a
record moving at the wrong
speed or suffering from a stuck
needle.”
Beckett’s most recurring
theme — being devoid of choice,
decaying, suffering, and death,
bears a curious parallel to the
“four essential sufferings of
life” in Buddhism — birth,
senescence, illness and death.
Just as Hamm curses his father
for bringing him into this world
“Scoundrel! Why did you
engender me?”, man doesn’t
choose to be born, he is simply
thrown into this world by a
mischievous and indifferent god
Harmony Possible?
The two students were quietly
discussing some event ex
perienced that day. Actually,
Jeffery was intent on getting his
point across to Marc, who could
have cared less. Marc was just
the type who witnessed, com
mented, and forgot.
Jeffery had established a nice
respectable business in which he
took great pride. The money
meant his schooling but he
seemed to place more emphasis
on a job well done. Marc,
however, just liked to have
money in his pocket and went
through the routines while
counting the seconds on his
watch.
As the “discussion” continued
Jeffery grew more intense. He
was an achiever or at least one
who desired to achieve. For
Jeffery an achievement
required only his best effort.
Marc would make a critical
remark that deflated this
achievement ego and then would
add no further help or interest. It
seemed that Jeffery did all the
work and Marc made all the
criticisms.
With a burst of anger, Jeffery
expressed his feelings con
cerning those things he thought
Marc should be doing. But then
again why should Marc? That
just wasn’t him.
So how do you handle the
situation. You want one thing
and the other person doesn’t
meet those working standards.
Doesn’t accept the respon
sibilities. It just isn’t in him.
“How do I get through to
you?” Jeffery pleaded.
“For one thing, don’t yell!”
“Don’t yell, don’t yell: That’s
the only thing that gets through
your thick ....
Then the small thin voice of
Jeffery’s grandmother whined
in his mind. ‘Reember, son,
people react to you according to
the way you act. The Good Book
says, “Do unto others as you
would have them do unto you’.”
Yes, thought Jeffery
desperately, but no one would
have to yell at me to take the
iniative. I’m not like Marc...
“Marc is a hinderance to my
achievement.”
“And you are a hinderance to
my peace,” quietly responded
Marc.
....So where do we go from
here....
MK
Football
One day in Mr. Marshall’s
“Chaucer” class, the gentleman
brought up the idea of a club
football team. Why not, there
was a team here until the mid-
50’s.
Club football could really be a
boost to the male populus in
Wilson. Even Fike High School
has a football team. If an in
terested group could organize
now, they could petition the SGA
for funds. Of course, good
football equipment could run up
to $200 per player. If the
prospective players chipped in
to buy the gear, the SGA
allocation would certainly
reduce the expense.
There is no worry about
players. There are several
former Fike players and no
doubt many ex-high school
athletes.
Maybe with some effort and
organization ACC can become
more than a school for nurses.
After all if no men come to ACC,
how many girls will show up?
(or force) to endure a span of
nonsense. Mischievous in the
sense that man are often fooled
into what Beckett called a
“pernicious and incurable op
timism”. For a moment Hamm
is almost sure that he and Clov
are beginning to mean
something.
We not only hear Hamm ex
press his attitude toward life:
“You are on earth, there’s no
cure for that,” but also discern
the random parenthood from
Nagg: “It’s natural. After all
I’m your father. It’s true if it
hadn’t been me it would have
been someone else...”
Decaying is a prevailing
theme in ENDGAME. The fact
that the stage is a grey and dim
enclosure with only two small
windows situated high up on the
upper left and upper right wall
reminds one of a skeleton which
is a decayed and defleshed
human head — a miniature
counterpart of the desubstanced,
bleak world outside. The world
offstage is presumably dead
before the play begins. Nagg and
Nell are half buried in the dust
bins when the play opens, and as
the play goes on, their sense are
gradually fading away. Toward
the end, Nell’s death is implied
and Nagg doesn’t show up
anymore. Hamm is invalid and
blind when the play opens but he
had his days when he was bonny
once. Clov’s legs are getting bad
and his eyesight is fading too.
Does that mean one day he’ll be
what Hamm is now? Hamm:
“One day you’ll be blind, like
me. You’ll be sitting there, a
speck in the void, in the dark, for
ever, like me.” Their existence
is dimishing from this world;
they are running out of
everything — paps and sugar
plums for Nagg, Hamm’s pain
killer and even the ability to
continue a story which is a
means to pass their time.
From the time the play begins,
theirs is a life devoid of hap
penings. If anything ever hap
pened it all happened in the past.
But a repetitious narration of the
same old stories has made them
unable to sustain any interest at
all. Nagg can no longer make
Nell laugh by telling her the
same story which used to make
her laugh. Hamm cannot make
Clov listen to his story, therefore
he bribes Nagg with the promise
of a sugar plum to do so. They
never seem to realize the
nothingness, instead Hamm
seems to believe that he has
been absent in the time of
happenings: “Absent always. It
all happened without me. I don’t
know what’s happened?” It also
seems to me they are creating
happenings through their
relationship with each other.
Hamm and Clov’s mater-
servant, enemy-friend, father-
son relationship provides the
major events in the play. Clov
See ENDGAME Page 4
letter, our rules did differ but
our rules were established and
enforced.
In reference to your first point
concerning one partner dropping
out, our dancers were told that if
both dancers were sponsored
they had to quit at the same
time. However, if only one
dancer was sponsored, the
unsponsored dancer could drop
out and be replaced. This action
would eliminate the sponsored
dancer from the competition be
tween dancers as to who danced
the longest.
Secondly, our dancers were
informed that they must keep
dancing as long as the music was
playing. This rule was enforced.
True, some dancers sat and lay
on the floor while waiting for the
change of records, but all were
dancing when the music was
playing,
Your third point referred to
favoritisim in the type of music
played. We cannot see where
there can be any question of the
type of music played. We think
that a variety of music was
played to satisfy each in
dividual. We cannot see where
any favoritism occurred; no
other couple raised this question
as far as we know. (Who was the
other couple you made reference
to having also complained?)
Your fourth point and major
complaint, dealt with the dance
being called off at 7:00. At 6:30,
the chairman of music left
(according to my insturctions)
and took all albums entrusted in
his care. There remained ap
proximately twenty 45s which
belonged to one of the dancers.
At 7:00, this dancer also left. We
then checked with the remaining
couples and affirmed their
previous intentions of stopping
at 7:00. This left 2 couples (not 5
as stated in your letter). We then
offered $3 or a cake to you first.
The other prize would ao ,
Shannon Suttle and p=, ,
8..e, That was
native. Another point sijf
made: the present reco7d ^
dance marathon is over 3
and not 18 hours as
suggested. 5'““
We have to agree with
fifth point in reference to
shoes. It was announced that
^ir of shoes would be giS®
the couple that danced tL
«1. We ,sk«l te
announce it again. The 1!
stores had refused to help t
Because of the club’s liZSl
state, we decided to presen
cake as a prize. Wedidnott
that anyone would comnlai
^"ce the whole event was fof S
benefit of others anyway
We hope that this has an-
swered your questions.
After the dance marathon,
Miss Teems revealed her
“enthusiasm in helping the deaf
children”. (Had she attended the
meetings or read the articles in
The Collegiate, she would have
known that the marathon waste
benefit the N.C. Society for
Autistic Children.) in our
opinion we were sincere in our
actions. How many people would
actually complain if slow songs
were played, partners switched,
or breaks were taken as long as
their interest was sincerely
aimed at raising money for these
children and not for the glory of
having danced the longest? We
believe that Mr. Lockhart called
the entire event a fiasco. We
question how it could be called a
fiasco when approximately $850
was raised.
If you are really interested in
helping others in need, we ask
you to accept the challenge to
action and meet with us on
Monday nights at 6:30 in Hines
Hall.
The Officers of Circle K
Nickel Politician
Back on Tuesday, I went to the polling place and did
my patriotic duty. But I was perplexed at the choices of
candidates.
I must confess that ACC’s very own Hugh Johnston
was the only Republican I voted for. I did not want to
vote for Edmisten nearly as much as I wanted to vote
against Carson. I did not want to vote for Morgan nearly
as much as I wanted to vote against Stevens.
The Collegiate ran a cartoon a few weeks ago who’s
caption read, “what this country needs is a good 5 cent
policitian.” It is a funny line, but I believe it
wholeheartedly. The United States is wasting its tax
payers money.
If we could ground Henry Kissinger, we would all be
better off. (Face it, our soldiers were sitting over in the
Mediterranian Sea waiting to fight.) No one really
knows what Kissinger promised the Egyptians and the
Israelis.
This bond issue we voted on. The money raised was
for “industrial and pollution control” purposes. They
would be allowed to sell tax free bonds. I voted agains
it, not a cent would ever be spent on pollution control, i
is just a ploy for big bizz to raise cheap money.
I f I live to the ripe old age of 21, and if I make it out o
this college, and if I’m not providentially hendered, I ®
going to run for some office and try to set this sinking
(stinking) ship of state back on a peaceful, prosperou
course.
I’m sick of wars, corrupt politicians, run away
poverty and wasted wealth, smog, dirty water, and ^
generally perverted American society. Sure, I a
capitalist, a Baptist, a hard worker. But I also
sexual equality, racial equality, helping the aged,
college level education, and “tax the rich and tee
poor.” Sure, I want to save the world, but we ar
going to beat the whole darn thing into submission.
But, on the other hand. I’ll probably take up
pack and head for the mountains and live in the s
as a hermit.
By BRIGGS PETWAY