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PAGE TWO THE CLARION FEBRUARY 8, 1963 Strong Winds Blow “OH.” gosh! It’s happened again! Another chair in the student lounge was demolished (broken leg, ripped covering, and smashed cushion) during an innocent game of “tackle” — another lamp lost Its shade during a game of “Hide and Go Seek” and can t shine anymore — another ping-ipong paddle just lost its outer shell and half its handle — another scar on the ping-pong tables — another ash tray miss ing and hundreds of cigarette butts scattered on the floor and on and on could go the list of malicious and destructive acts against the furniture in the stu dent lounge. What’s wrong, students? Are you getting that tired, run-down feeling, and feel the need of some extra-curricular activity? Do you feel that you’re in a rut and want to lash out and strike against the forces which suppress your fun-making devices? Do you think you’re going to impress the administration or the housekeepers by your ill-mannered tactics of destruction? Do you think that they care how many butts you can smash on the floor, or how many smshes you can make in the ujpholstery, or how many chair legs you can collect? Say fellow, do you really think you’re impressing your girlfriend by kicking the ping-.pongtaJble and beating the already “beat-up pad dles against the wall? For your own information, here are a few cues. Last and the year before that, and the year be- lore that, the student lounge was closed for a period oi several weeks because “show off” ignoramuses got noticed — by the wrong peolple. The lounge is community property, supposedly for the purpose of leisurely lounging by students. How ever, the administration has already issued warnings —- not too gently — that (to quote from Dean Rob erts 'proclamation) “if those students using the lounge do not appreciate the facility enough to take upon themselves the control of the destructive minority, then steps will have to be taken to put this ample space to better usage. Certainly you can forsee what must insue if deipredations continue.” The lounge belongs to you buddy, no matter which Dean s List you’re on — that is as long as . . First the strong wind, then the storm! J. W. Ag.Ka5 5L Btack WiJou, The “Spyder” spins his web in silence. So shall the Spy who writes this column. The Black Let’s Chase Rainbows, Or School Spirit might say I am the kind of person who tries inanimate things, move immovable objects, should happen to be a rainbow chaser like me, I could use your help am trying to define school spirit. oK started, I do know a few things about this inanimate object. The first thing is who — Brevard College students, of course. The “when and where of school spirit is easy to place — thai If; anywhere that you have the who, 1 I can even make a stab at the why: School spirit pmply means that Brevard College stu dents are actively (please emphasize actively) inter ested in Brevard College as a whole. express school spirit. It may also be found m your answer when a friends asks, Mow do you like your school?” Si QTYl ? T W- * has anyone ever heard of enthusi- because I have a feeling that it has a lot to do with this rainbow we are chasing SDirit Tf T ^ have a perfected recipe for school sipirit. If I did, I would be glad to stir up its ingredi- —Turn to Page Three I'"" The Clarion Staff PRESS Joyce West — Charles 69)boiM Q. EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER assistant business IKSmS SPOKIS BDirORS CARTOONIST __ ^ F«^on PHOTOGRAPHER ””1 “ ASSISTANT IN PHOTOGWHy'“_. "s^inL^ STWF WMTEES - Lorrate Ma«m, MaSa'Curt" S^I Greene, Jerry Shore, Ann Green """"" Widow steals secretly through the halls of Brevard College’s classrooms and dorms seeking news that wiU be of interest to young and old — married and unmarried, dated and undated. She knows the whos, whens, wheres, hows, and whys of males, females, and faculty members. Her web is no respector of per sons — rich or poor, “A” or “F” student, big wheel or little wheel — she knows the basic, funda mental pulleys that make Bre vard tick . . . David Alford and Nancy Mills know — well, any way, they know . . . Ann Greene knows the power of being a good listener, says Jeffrey Salter . . . Does Pat Otterness really get that scared when Vernon comes to see her? ... So Bill Burgin is the new assistant coach for the girl’s basketball team. Is that right, Mary Lindley? . If at first you don’t succeed, what then, Dean Bennett? So it’s back to the old grind, huh? Well, it’s just two months until spring vacation; so don’t despair friends, Romans, and fel low cell-mates! . . Baptists seem to enjoy B.S.U cookouts! Is that right, Gene Beasley? Hamburgers, open- fire place, and plenty of girls seemed to satisfy Artie Ervin and A1 Ballew as they entertain ed at the party! . . . ■ • . Mr. and Mrs. Cantrell could probably write their own choice column with the odds^and-ends they learned as chaperons for the event . . . Jeannie Cleary has found her purpose in life — a paper-doll cutter-outer . . . The management of Varner’s Drugstore announces that a new shipment of swimming caps is on its way. So a swimming pool does bring results . . . Who’s who on campus? The whos are those fortunate few with dates for the Valentine Dance. What’s wrong, guys? Have you got cold feet or an empty pocketbook? There’s a dorm full of charming girls who don’t care whether they have a flower or not. Besides, some of them can even dance! ... So the love of money is the root to all evil! Miss Sally Maynard is coach ing the boy’s swimming team. Word was out that Mr. Tauscher taught the class and ten boys showed. Sally changed all that! She is now the proud instructor of 21 devoted followers (swim mers, that is). Sophomores received a pleas ant surprise on registration day when Mr. Frank Harvin, former history professor at Brevard, dropped in to say “Hi.” Mr! Harvin spent two days in Bre vard during his visit. He is now teaching at extension cen ters of the University of South Carolina, Aiken, and Lancaster. “The love begins when she sinks into his arms and often ends with her arms in the sinl? (Harris) . . “Terrible situa tion- So be it (Fisher) . . The Black Widow will be around, so Beware! Wits Of West By JOYCE WEST He loves me, he loves me not The custom of sending “valen' tines” or love tokens, usually anonymously, to one’s beloved owes It origin to the convention al medevial belief that it was at the beginning of the second month of the year that the birds began to mate. There is available in any com er drugstore or dime store (since Christmas, no less) a wide se lection of cards which can con vey any and every lover’s mes sage — from the youngest lover to the veteran. For example there’s the type for a little boy who says to his first love; “Dear Jane, I love you because you are more like a boy than any girl I’ve ever known. Love, John.” Then there’s the outdoor type which says: “Dear Clementine, I’ll give you all of my fishing worms, my corkscrews, and half of my candy if you’ll be my val entine — but no kissing. Love David.” ’ Of course, the universal lover prefers the more grown-up, ro mantic versions which say noth ing binding on the card, but im ply that the receiver is his “one and only.” Perhaps it would go like this: “Oh, my darling, how much I love you but we can’t get married until you get a raise” Any way you want to say it . . . valentines are here to stay! —Turn to Page Three A Poet Dies Letters to the Editor Dear Miss West, For the information of those students who may have become aware of my concern regarding athletic recruiting practice at Clemson, I would be very grate ful if you vTOuld publish tiiis letter. Upon receipt of an explana tory letter from Coach H. C (Pee Wee) Greenfield, I have apologized to him for interpret ing the transfer of one of our students at mid-year as the re sult of unethical recruiting pro cedures. Sincerely yours, John B. Bennett Dear Sponsors, How have you been? Did you get our former letter yet’ We accepted your kind letter. I imagine you who may be study ing hard always. I’m glad that my picture and letter were pub lished in your college newspa per, while I feel shy somewhat. It s awfully cold over here in Seoul, and the persons pass by with their bodies shrunk. It may be quite cold over there also I m m my winter vacation, and am studying hard at home these days. My disease is completely cured. brilliant streets ov er there I compare them, with the streets of Seoul often. Young chiWren go skating, carrying their skates over their shoulderis. III try to write you soon next time. I pray for your gooid health and happiness, saying good-Jbye to you. Sincerely yours, Yung Hwaji I By GAIL PILARSKI Tuesday morning, January 29, one of America’s foremast poets passed away in a hospital in Bos ton. Robert Frost, immortalized for his “Birches”, “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Eve ning”, “Mending Wall”, ‘T)eath of the Hired Man” and many other works, has received the Pulitzer Prize for poetry four times. Frost was born in San Fran cisco in 1874. His father was a New Englander and his mother a Scott. After his father’s death. Frost and his mother returned to New England and he attended a public school in Lawrence, Massachusetts. He began work in a textile mill after spending a year at Dartmouth. Later he attended Harvard for a time, taught school and began writing. Frost was writing and publish ing poems long before he receiv ed any real recognition for his works. At first, his verse was so unlike the contemporary style that editors almost unanimously rejected it. Possibly the first recognition he received was a letter from Maurice Thompson, Indiana poet and novelist, who, after having read one of Frost’s poems in a newspaper, advised him to seek a more profitable occupation. Unaccepted in the United States, Frost sold his farm and went to England. The English people were first to call him ‘^oet” and to recogni2e his works. In 1914 he was made famous by the publication of North of Boston. Frost thought of himself as a poet of the people and such he truly was. His poetry was writ ten in the language of the com mon man which masked the depth of his thought and feeling. Frost himself described his poe try best when he said, “A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.”
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