September 12, 1969
THE CLARION
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New Faculty Members At
BC Reveal Personalities
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By GLORIA LOCKLEAR
LAB INSTRUCTORS — These two ladies are
the instructors in the new learning lab that has
been organized this year. The ladies are Mrs.
Mary Wike (right) and Miss Beatrice Burgess.
(Clarion photo by Smith.)
Student Given Lesson In Finding
A Quiet Place To Study Homework
By LARRY LANIER
Have you ever felt like a
fool and learned something at
the same time?
My roommate (Rick Hoff
man) and I just could not
study. The sound of distant
trumpet kept floating up and
through our open window. If
you have ever tried to read
Old English poetry with a dis
turbing tooting noise almost
driving you out of your mind,
you will soon find out that it
is next to doing the impossible.
Not only did we face the
obstacle but also the squawking
of a gathered clan of boys
seeped through that little win
dow at the same time. Amidst
these outside activities ,my
roommate and I would stop our
poetry session and say despair
ingly and almost humorously,
“I just cannot keep my mind on
this stuff” or “I wish that mu
sic building was a thousand
miles from here.”
We decided to take some ac
tion, so we left the room
searching for a quiet place
to dig into our assignment. We
went our separate ways once
we were out in the hall. I
spotted the window sill and said
to myself, “Hey! This is a great
place. There is plenty light
3nd I can lean my back against
the wall.” It wasn’t long until
I knew I’d have to move. Since
I live on the third floor, there
IS a lot of space for the mumb
ling from the lobby to reach my
attentive ears and it did just
that.
. Then I thought of another
idea. If I got my desk chair and
put it in the hall, it would real
ly be comfortable and I could
get the assignment over with.
Meanwhile, my roommate did
oot have any better luck in try
ing to find a small spot of
tranquility. He was walking
JOwn the hall dragging his
feet and nodding his head.
When he saw what I had done
his face brightened. He immed
iately grabbed his chair and
sat opposite me. Furthermore,
we had closed the hall door to
keep out the racket from the
lobby.
We were reading intently
when the first passer-by tromp-
ed by. There was amazement
and maybe bewilderment on his
face when he saw us. Of course
his human nature £ot the best
of him. He asked what did we
think we were doing?
We told him about the horn
and the noise and that this was
the best study hall we could
find. And you know what he
said then? “Come on, you’re
kidding! Tell me the truth now,
why are you really out here?”
We repeated our first answer.
He walked away in bewilder
ment. I suppose he thought we
were some kind of stupid idiots.
Well, it wasn’t long before
another human being creeped
by. Naturally he stopped to see
what the problem was. We again
told our problem. He respond
ed just like the first guy — he
didn’t believe us.
Of course by now, my room
mate and I were almost in the
floor with pins in our sides
from laughing so hard. It was
so simple, but so ridiculous. By
then, we knew we weren’t going
to conquer that Old English, so
we decided we’d see what else
would happen. It was not to
our surprise when the next in-
habiter came along. The story
was still the same. He just
could not believe us.
It had now become a game. I
would not be stretching the
truth if I said ten guys stopped
and questioned us about be
ing in the hall. The same ten
guys thought it was some kind
of joke. ,
My roommate and I did leei
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“I beat little children and
chase my wife.” What? Who
said that? Mr. William Allred^
the new Student Aid Adminis
trator and sociology instructor?
You’re kidding. (No, he was.)
Mr. Allred, a native of
Greensboro, also does things
like getting a B.A. from Wake
Forest College, an M.A. from
Emory University, and working
on his Ph.D at the University
of North Carolina at Chapel
Hill (concerning the Negro in
N.C.)
His Ph.D. topic is, of course,
an indication of the amiable
man’s chief interest - civil
rights. He was Executive Di
rector of the N. C. Council on
Human Relations for the three
years preceding his coming to
Brevard. This is middle-of-the-
road civil rights organization,
and, as director, he traveled all
over N.C. discussing their prob
lems with the Negroes them
selves.
A concerned man!
TOBY IVES
Toby Ives, the new Assistant
Director of Admissions, comes
to Brevard from the wilds of
Ridgewood, New Jersey (listen
to all the Yankees stand up and
applaud!) He graduated from
high school in Ridgewood, and
then from the Culinary Insti
tute of America, New Haven,
Connecticut. He served his ap
prenticeship as a chef at the
Greenbriar Hotel, White Sul
fur, West Virginia.
Then horror of horrors, he
got drafted. While in the Army.
Mr. Ives happened to visit a
friend down here at good old
B.C. He liked it so much he
decided to come to school here.
Imagine that.
The good Mr. Ives proceeded
to come to Brevard, and on to
Guilford College (Greensboro).
While at Brevard, Mr. Ives met
and married Pam Thomas, a
graduate of Brevard College.
Mr. Ives worked in Guilford’s
public relations department
part time for three years, and
worked for Brevard part time
last year.
WILLIAM KNOTT
The Biology Department is
extremely fortunate in snaring
William Knott to serve as bi
ology and botany instructor.
Mr. Knott was born, bred,
and raised in Winston - Salem,
and (naturally) attended Wake
Forest University, receiving his
B.S. and M.A. from there.
While at Wake, he carried out
extensive research in Reynolds
Gardens.
However, research is the sec
ond rung in Mr. Knott’s ladder
of importance. On top is his de
sire to be a very good teacher
and to strengthen Brevard’s
botany department. This report
er feels that not only will he at
tain both his goals, but will do
so with the vigor and verve
that has already classified him
as an outstanding teacher.
GENE McGAHA
McGaha. An unusual name,
surely. No? You say it’s com
mon in this part of the state?
You’ve got to be kidding.
Well, anyway, Mr. McGaha
is a definitly uncommon type of
person. He’s the youngest of 10
children (comes from Waynes-
ville). Is interested in many
things. Photography. Football,
Records (eight hundred al
bums and five hundred 45
MPM’s). And last but not
least - Math.
As a matter of fact, he got
an M.A. in math from N.C.
State. He was also a Nation
Science Fellow to the Uni
versity of Miami, where he took
an M.A. in math research.
And guess what he’s teach
ing at Brevard College? You
guessed it. Math.
.MRS. MAUDE NORWOOD
In case you’re wondering who
that sweet new lady in the
soda shop is. I’ll tell you. Her
name is Mrs. Maude Norwood.
She lives at 406 East French
Broad Street, and has lived in
Brevard for over twenty years.
The gentle lady has a son at
Georgia Tech, and a daughter
in the eighth grade.
Library Gets Help
The library really hit the
jackpot. Three new people.
Mrs. Arlene Campbell is the
new Director of Library Ser
vices (would you believe head
librarian?). She is a native of
Kalamazoo, Michigan, and re
ceived her B.A. from Western
Michigan University. She got
her M.S. in 1965 from the Uni
versity of North Carolina at
Chapel Hill School of Library
Science.
Mrs. Campbell was Super\ isor
of the Buncombe County school
libraries (30 schools) until she
resigned in 1966. She then lived
in Paraguay, South America,
for two years, her husband be
ing the forestry’ advisor for the
U.S. Foreign Aid Program
there. While there, she learned
Spanish, played bridge, and
taught library science in the
Universidad Nacionale.
Next we have Mr. Charles
Henritre, assistant librarian.
Mr. Henritze did his under
graduate work at East Tennes
see State University in Johnson
City and received his M.A.
from Appalachain State Univer
sity.
Mr. Henritze has been a class
room teacher, a member of the
Tennessee Department of Pub
lic Welfare, and librarian of
Hiwassee College, Nashville,
Tenn.
Last, we have Mrs. Lynn
Price (the former Louise
Nichols), who is a secretary in
the college library. Mrs. Price
is a 1969 graduate of Brevard
College, with a major in music
education. Her husband is pres
ently a student at Brevard, ma
joring in computer science.
They both plan to continue
their education.
Trinidad Student Gives Reason
For Attending Brevard College
(Editor’s Note: Roland
Yearwood is a native of Trin
idad and is attending Brevard
College on a track scholar
ship. Lennox Stewart, who will
be running cross - country and
track, is also from Trinidad,
and will be writing a story for
the Clarion next week.
By ROLAND YEARWOOD
It was in tl^e summer of -969
when I first made acquaintance
with the word “Brevard.”
I found out about Brevard
through my track coach, Mr. Hu
bert Francis, who had corres
ponded with Coach Norm Witek.
How he came to know Mr. Witek
is beyond my knowledge; how
ever, my coach helped me to un
derstand that I was offered a
scholarship to come to Brevard.
I immediately did some re
search on the country, the
people and the college. The re
sults of my research was satis
factory, so I accepted the schol
arship offer.
Two weeks later I found my
self on a Pan-American jet
bound to Asheville via New
York. After sixteen hours of
flying, I was met at the airport
by Coach Witek and his attrac
tive wife. After talking to this
couple for a few minutes, I ob
served that if the citizens of Bre
vard were half as nice as the
Witeks were, I would surely en
joy my stay here.
I have been here for two
weeks now. I have found the
students and faculty very kind
and friendly. The weather is
like home in that there is an
abundance of rain. The atmos
phere in Trinidad is cooler and
dryer making it more con
ducive to strenuous athletic en
deavors.
To make a comparison be
tween Trinidad and Brevard is
a very difficult thing. There is
a great contrast in that my
home is an island. It is bound
ed on all sides by water. As a
result, everyone is in close prox
imity with the sea.
Our educational system dif
fers greatly. When a student in
Trinidad is seventeen years of
age, he is more advanced than
a student the same age in Bre
vard. But our education norm
ally ends there. The student
usually gets a job, and if he
cannot find a job, he then joins
the army. As a result, the av
erage adult in Trinidad is below
the average adult in Brevard,
in regard to aducation.
Trinidadians are a gay, fun
loving people. Our favorite
pastime is singing, dancing and
beating steel pans. The steel
orchestra is our national mu
sic. These instruments are made
from the empty drums of Trin
idad’s oil. The drums are heat
ed and notes are carved out on
the upper end. When played,
they emit a sound similar to
the piano. This goes hand in
hand with the calypsoes, our
national sound. However, this
is not the extent of our enter
tainment.
'^here are many combos, jazz
and symphonies. Cinemas are
in abundance and are always
crowded.
In Port of Spain, our capital,
there are twelve cinemas and
the town is relatively small.
There are many night - clubs
in and around the towns pro
viding all night entertainment
and dances.
Trinidad is approximately 4,-
000 square miles with a popula
tion of about a million.
The thing I like most about
Brevard is its serenity. This is
very unlike my native country.
Trinidad is always in a hum
drum of excitement. Traffic is
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