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THE CLARION
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We Dedicate
This last edition of the Clarion is dedicated to
Mrs. Ena Kate Sigmon, Clarion advisor, without
whom the job would have been impossible. She has
advised us, cori'ected us when we were wrong and
praised us when we were right — which wasn’t too
often. She has consistently gone above and beyond
the call of duty to see that each issue got to press.
She has soothed our ruffled feathers when anyone
criticized us in what we thought was an unjust man
ner. And on occasion, she has ruffled our feathers
when we got lazy, or did something out of line. Above
all, she has managed to keep peace in the Clarion
office when the Editor and Assistant Editor differed
in opinion.
For these, and many other reasons, we dedicate
this issue to Mrs. Sigmon
Thanks.... All Of You
Well, this is it for me. The last edition of the
Clarion is headed for the press. This edition will
wind up a year of hard work for many people: Mrs.
Sigmon, whose efforts and guidance have made each
edition possible; Benji, whose aid with the editorials
and the layout work has been invaluable; the staff
writers who have always come through when the go
ing got rough. And there are those who have been
in the background, those without whom each issue
would never have made it to press: Mr. Henry Hen
derson, who has somehow always been able to create
a newspaper from what looked like complete chaos
to Mr. Roland Jones, who never once threatened
to kill us when we came in with late stories to be
run on the linotype; and the pressmen at The TIMES
office who ran off each issue of the Clarion.
^ would like to thank Jim Rickards, who drew
Clarion each week and Rory
M'(^anus, who got some of the worst assignments
to do because I knew that she’d get them done. (Pub
lic Opinion polls are no fun!)
VI, students who aided
with their opinions, their letters, and their editorials.
To Mr. Alan Wallace and Mr. Glenn Hardesty
we express our appreciation for acting as Clarion pho
tographers when we couldn’t find a student photog
rapher.
As for myself, I can say only two words: I tried.
Letter From The Editor
Dear Benji:
I would like to write you a nice letter full of
advice and helpful little hints. But since you already
“know everything,” I won’t waste space here.
I will say this: be good to Mrs. Sigmon. It’s going
to be bad enough for her next year, as she tries to
get you out of trouble every time you write something
that somebody doesn’t like, which will probably be
quite frequent in your case.
You do not refer to her as “Mama Kate.” She is
“Mrs. Sigmon,” and don’t you forget it, or you could
very well wind up in hot water because of that.
Your grand idea of printing a Clarion every week
sounds absolutely absurd to me, but if you think you
can do it, by all means, go ahead.
I will bow my head in silent prayer for you every
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. And remem
ber, if you spend so much time working on the Clarion
that you flunk out of school, you can always come to
Carolina. They take anything.
With best wishes (you’ll need them),
Treva Mitchell
Confetti "65
Is Now Here
Pertelotes Arrive.
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Alive And Clucking!
The 1965 Pertelotes arrived in
Brevard on May 12, very much
alive aaid clucking. The new
yearbooks were grabbed by stu
dents who had been looking for
ward for some time to their ar
rival.
Under the editorship of Miss
Monica Driscoll, the yearbooks
represent much hard work and
some superhuman effort.
They are indeed something of
which we can be proud. They
represent, in pictorial detail, life
on the college campus. Packed
fudl of true-to-life pictures, the
yearbooks are prized student
possessions, and will be valua
ble keepsakes in the years to
come.
Our thanks to Monica and
staff, and Mrs. Roy, for a job
well done.
Your work, sweat and tears
have paid off.
LETTER TO THE EDITOR
The Clarion Staff
EDITOR Treva Mitchell
ASSISTANT EDITOR Benji Sullivan
BUSINESS MANAGER Larry Hall
SPORTS EDITOR Wes Howe
CARTOONIST Jim Rickards
TYPISTS AND REPORTERS Diane Warman
Rory McManus, Deanna Young, David Drum, John Gos-
neiU, Lynn Gold
Mitchell:
Just thought I’d sit down and
drop you a few lines in a part
ing vein. I would say a parting
of the ways; but if we ever had
the same path, I never knew it.
It has certainly been nice put
ting the paper out for you this
year. I guess it has been enjoy
able; I know it has been pleas
urable at infuriating times.
Mama Kate and I are going to
miss (?) you next year. We
didn’t know what we were going
to do with all the deadwood
gone, so we decided to come out
with the CLARION every week
instead of once every two weeks.
I for one, am going to miss hav
ing someone who gives orders
that I can ignore,
I doubt if our readers realize
how much you have molded the
CLARION. The evolution, dy
namic changes, etc., have taken
place inside the secrecy of the
staff. This has been a year of
tedious artistry not unlike a
sculptor in clay. I hope that we
can Iwve the paper back to nor
mal in two years, but that is an
optimistic outlook.
There is also the popular mis
conception that you and I are
engaged in a feud. I would like
to clear this up. I have no mis
givings or tidings of ill will about
our relationship this year. Cer
tainly we have had our disagree
ments, but I expected that when
I took a place on the staff. One
cannot deal with a semi-illiter
ate, bone-headed, venom-spew
ing person such as yourself and
expect no adversities to develop.
The fact that I was always right
has not bothered me in the least
1 realized the type barbarism I
was dealing with from the first.
To sum it up, I would not
change nor alter one moment
of the past year. It is this type
by Dean E. E. Roberts
Under the capable captaincy
of Mr. Louis Miles, manned by
members of his English 16 (Cnv
ative Writing) class, the good
ship Confetti undertook her
maiden voyage in the spring of
1962. Plagued by the rocks of
firwncing, the pertinacity of
printei^, the calms of creative
apathy, and every other toma-
die and nautical hardship con
ceivable, the brave ship has
managed, nonetheless, to stay
afloat year after year. The
fourth edition has now made
safe harbor and is by far the
most titanic effort to date. How
ever, her captain has chosen to
forsake her for the landlocked
follies of Paris, and she seems
destined to lie for a year or
two in drydock. Though unwrit
ten in her pages, this edition of
Confetti IV sings, for all who
know her captain, the sad song
of ave atque vale _ hail and
farewell!
Confetti IV is a good produc
tion. Printed by multilith on
Eagle-A Quality Text Blue Laid
paper, and numbering 116 pages,
the volume is high-'lighted by the
art work of Vernon M. Arnold.
These drawings will elicit com
ment for they are not usual. Pen
cilled sketches, printed in red
ink, the drawings are marked
by a careless gawkiness and
dramatic limning. They some
times lack the intensity of the
stories they preface (a notable
mstance occurs on page 89), but
the overall facility of the draw
ings, as in the pertinent poig
nancy of the sketch on page 79,
is considerable.
The prose selections, more
appropriately labeled exempla
than short stories, are arranged
alphabetically, begin the vol
ume, and constitute generally
the most exciting element of the
book. Deserving of particulai
mention are Drum’s “Lonnie’s
Power” and White’s “Retiu-ning
Thunder.” The first is original
in conception and is kept bal
anced by a muted facetiousness.
Mr, White’s story is remarkable
for its poetry and technical mas
tery of the flash-back device.
All stories are .notable for
setting, and several handle dia
logue in a professional and con
vincing fashion. Especially
worthy in this respect are the
stories by Hardesty, Maugans,
Snyder, and Sullivan. The best
example of characterization by
dialogue occurs in Warman’s
“July”.
Generally, I found the poetry
selection inferior to past per
formances. Sullivan’s “The Lone
Leaf Falls” sustains itself well
in spite of metrical awkward
ness here and there. The image
of life hiding behind crooked
arms I found particularly apt.
“While I Lay Victim” is flaw
ed by carnality but ends beau
tifully.
The best use of rhyme oc
curs in Warman’s sonnet, “A
Heart Awakened Never More
Can Sleep.” What could have
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of life that will make my mem
oirs a best-seller.
Benji Sullivan
P.S. If you get bored writing
for the Daily Tar Heel next year,
drop by and we might let you
work cn a real newspaper. Please
bring personal references and
a recommendation from your
last emiployer.