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lEbttortal fag? PAGE TWO THE CLARION April 10, 1970 cjCettefS Prejudices Must End GUEST EDITORIAL By Milton Rankin Today the world stands at one of the most crit ical points in th© history of mankind. With military 'takeovers, communist dominations, and revolutionary uprisings, it now seems highly improbable that man can sit alone quietly and refrain from any form of idealism for meeting these demands that aggression now shouts. Thus, this is by no means a time only for ideas and solutions. It is a time whereas each individual must put aside his foolish prejudices and construct new and better ideas that will not only be of value to him, but at the same time, will "prove as (an advantage to all mankind. Perhaps some will argue that the only possible ■way that this task can be accomplished is for the U. S. to take the first step, as she has often done in the past. However, this is by no means an implication that the U. S. must continue to assume the role as World Detective. Rather, it is to say that the United States must transfer from world affairs to problems here at home. For, if we as a free people are to —Turn to Page Three Parking Problem At McLarty A parking problem that is inconveniencing many members of the faculty exist in the area to the side of the new McLarty - Goodson building. At the front entrance to the school a sign in bold lettering states that the area is for faculty and visitor parking only. Apparently many students of Brevard pollege have either failed to see the notice or have ignored it in order to have convenient parking locations for themselves. ! Many students using these spaces illegally have even failed to procure automobile perniits from the college and are thereby susceptible to fines that are im'posed for late registration of vehicles. Regardless of whether they are registered or not any automo biles belonging to students and parked in the faculty- visitor area beside the McLarty - Goodson Building are liable to at least a one - dollar parking ticket. Also, regardless of the tickets issued for parking offenses, these students are causing needless Rouble for professors, epecially women professors, who are having to park in areas that are long distances away or perhaps undesignated for them. This situation can be remedied either through strict policing of the area concerned or through stud- ent cooperation in containing their vehicles to the tL. Droklpm? proper areas. The latter solution has a better sound Wnat S IHC rrODiem. to it. 1970 marks the fifty - second anniversary of the ending of the war to end all wars. Over ten million soliders died in all of the war, but it seems we didn’t kill enough of the warp ed minded murderers who were ravaging Europe, for the weird ideas of hate, violence, rape, death, and glory still exist ev en today. It’s a lucky break for our side though, judging from the encouragement mas terfully designed by the world leaders today; WAR is fun. It is true that we still have wars today, but most of them are not termed as crisis. The thrill of gunfire, conquering small villages, capturing deserted hills, is ever present. But noth ing can beat the smell of the swamps or the pain of losing a leg or even two legs to gener ate tremendous excitement over the POSSIBILITY of going off to war. Ask your average Amer ican paraplegic. Yes, a few more American boys pick up the saber of honor every year. There is even talk among government (whose gov ernment I’m not quite sure yet but have faith) officials to enact a draft system, to be known as T.H.E.O.S., the hap hazard equal opportunity sys tem to provide more American boys with the aesthetic experi ence of death. In fact, to show just how far this war craze has gone, there is a rumor around that a wealthy weapons manu facturer is sponsoring a con test to send ten winning boys to Viet Nam, the only require ments being that they be truly American and can write con vincingly in twenty-five words or less, “Why I want to DIE.” You girls who feel left out of the game, don’t worry the fad will soon die out. Just think what will hap pen if we can get every one to just hate someone for a short time each day, soon one huge death movement will really start moving. But time is running out and the air is too clean to provide the back ground for such a program. We must destroy enviornmental tendency to survive and exist by consciously fighting peace ful movements in America. Let’s get it on AMERICA, kUl everybody, and rape the world. For information on how you can prevent this insane killing from continuing write: Of The Student Mobiliza- tion Committee to End the War in Viet Nam 1029 Vermont Ave. NW Washington, D. C. Amer ica Anonymous eflections BY PAUL SIMS EDITOR The CLARION The VOICE of Brevard College Paul Sims Editor-in^Chief Mark Todd Associate Editor Jerry Williams Advertismg Laura Speights Advertismg Bobby Angel News Reporter Barbara Paris News Reporter Kevin Unkelback News Reporter Sandra Thomas News Reporter Rod Jones News Reporter James Chu News Reporter Jerry McLean Photographer John Wayant Photographer Ed Williams Cartoonist Mrs. Ena K. Sigmon Advisor Published weekly during the college session, with the exception of holidays and examination periods, by stud ents of Brevard College. The opinions expressed in this periodical are those of the editorial board and not neces- sarCy those of the College. Printed by The Transylvania Times North Broad Street, Brevard, North Carolina. The SOCIAL BOARD has worked long and hard this year trying to set up activities which interest the students. The factor that appears so puz zling is “Why aren’t these events attended?” There have been quite a few good movies this year, some well attended, others not so well attended. The Social Board also was willing to sponsor buses to Lenoir for the basket ball tournament, and there was no response. At the beginning of the year the Social Board planned a hayride and a cook- out, and four students showed up. Recently they sponsored the “Strawberry Alarm Clock.” There were more high school students present than college students. The Social Board has tried to please the students. They try to produce what interests the students. Is it that the activi ties are not what is wanted, or are we, the students, not inter ested enough to attend? Why not speak out about what you want if you are not pleased, so that those on the Social Board will know what the interests Feelings of exalted omnipo tence began in the young man’s belly and like a flood of warm fingers oozed upward through his body. As he broke away from the massive group stand ing on the shoreline his mind was a kaleidoscope of flowing, undulating colors and shapes, occasionally overwhelmed by his vision as he looked out across the sands bathed in pur ple night, but more often in toxicated by what his eyes saw and yet didn’t really see. The wind was like a velvet hand that coaxed and ushered him farther from the group. The sands beneath his floating feet (that were lighter than feath ers) began to shift and wiggle until the mounds were gelatin ous things of alternating gold and yellow colors, rising and falling and /)Ozing in the night. His feet no longer had weight. His arms were no longer flesh and bone, but wings that screamed in the wind. His eyes looked down and the mounds were falling away, their flow ing beautiful shapes becoming distant and unclear. He reach ed out and touched the moon with his wings and a shower of sparks exploded in the sky all around and made his skin tingle where they touched him. He opened his mouth and a sound like the sweetest violin blended with the wind and cur led around his body like a warm protective shield. Then his mouth opened again, but this time the sound was a low deep moan like the dying gurgles of an uguly, vulgar pervert. He looked up and the sounds he saw were black as pitch and spreading into a huge hole. At the edges of the hole were huge, glistening lips that open ed and closed and called his name. Deep in the depths of the sole he could see a move ment like the tentacles of an octopus, waving back and forth and gleaming in the murky, purple light. As he screamed agam and again, the wind screamed back and his wings dis solved. His arms became rigid and he fell forward into the hold; his arms were help less to resist. For an eternity he fell as he watched the hor rible lips opening and closing and waiting. As the hole closed over him, the lips clutched and pulled, the tentacles began to strangle him and the faintest sounds of sea and wind were abruptly lost. The tentacles squeezed while the horrible lips made a terrible moaning slobbering sound. Like a thous and tons on each side the ten tacles squeezed until his bones began to crunch and snap and protrude. There was the rapid beating of a heart; now it was faster, ever faster, faster, fast er. His body was nothing be neath the fantastic pressure. The heart beat faster, faster. The pressure crushed him, tons upon tons over his body, Faster, faster, faster beat the heart. Pressure was crushing, mashing the body, chest, and heart. Suddenly the heart ex ploded; the hole vanished. Under the purple sky of a moonlight night a body lay still and silent on the sand just up from the breaking waves. About 200 yards down the beach stood the group ,friends of the body. They saw him fall, but they knew he was just freaking out on herione. What they didn’t know was that he had just freaked out of the world. He needed a stronger fix” they had told him. He needed a stronger .fix.” He was fixed all right; fixed for gooC: are? -ftfT (
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