Page Two
THE VOICE
Thursday, December 15, 1966
The Voice
CONTRIBUTORS
L. Esther Baker Cornel Davis Mary C. Perry
Janie Battle Anne Ellerbe Rowena Peterson
Dorothy Becton Laura Gilmore James M. Sauls
Sarah Becton Gladys Hayes C. Simmons, m
Brenda Britt Tilola May James Stackhouse
Ethel Brown Hector McEachern Shirley Washington
Mattie Cogdell Barbara Myrick Barbara Weeks
Betty Cooper Donna Newman Clarence Willie
EDITOR LAURA GILMORE
ASSISTANT EDITOR ERNESTINE McKOY
NEWS EDITOR MATTIE COGDELL
ASSISTANT NEWS EDITOR ANNIE BRATCHER
Exchange Feature Editor
Cornel Davh Barbara Weeks
Sports a^graphy Editor
Johnnie Woodard
Asst. PhetoflrawTKjBHC^Mlpljm Editor
Charles MtV^iT^amaa Robinson
Maxine Dickens
Rowena Peterson
It's Nice To Be Important, But
It's More Important To Be Nice
This is an adage that should require no further unfolding, es
pecially in an air of academic study, enveloped by scholars, young
and old, who hold intelligence as their chief asset. It warrants a word
though.
Far too many of us are carried away in our own narrowly created
worlds. We have forgotten the joy of existence that being true to this
adage brings. We have come up with new definitions for all the old
terms, meanings that have meaning only on our own terms.
We seem to relish those false worlds that we have built, in order
to keep the real world from seeing our real selves at work, at play, at
peace. As Miss Hayes puts it in her poem at the right, they are worlds
made deceptive by our favorite hues.
The injurious results of these make-believe-worlds, built mainly
on insecurity and its accompi'hes, are inharmonious relations and un
organized organization. We do no one justice, least of all ourselves,
because in such an atmosphere, everyone is cheated out of something.
The most tragic effect of this false cloak is that we taint those
about us, who ape this structure of grapevines and inefficiences as de
sirable, and who enter the real world only to form similar colonies.
This mental hazard presents a dilemma for a minority, trying to escape
one kind of bondage, only to come face to face with a more soul
demanding kind of bondage.
If we forget it all the year around, at least let us remember at
Christmas, that, while it’s nice to be important, it’s more important to
be nice.
On a clear day, rise and look around you and you’ll see just who
you are. If then, you find it impossible to be nice — just be fair.
CULTURAL LAISSEZ • FAIRE
Friday, November 18 provided a brief relief for many of the
students on campus. Instead of the heavy drudgery of total classroom
work, we had the opportunity to mingle with each other and renew
some old acquaintances. Most of us were happy to see that day.
We met several of our old high school teachers and we were able
to attend some of the sessions of the N.C.T.A. meeting. We were able
to talk with old classmates, who have entered the teaching profession.
The day of the N.C.T.A. meeting was a day of “cultural laissez-
faire” for most of us. While there was a respite from formal learning
on the part of the majority of students, we feel that each of us gain
ed something from the almost class-less day.
Most FSC students possess insight and they have values which en
able them to grasp richness. We are a far distance from the thoughtless
few dependents, who misrepresent us, and cause the many to be un
justly judged.
We rejoiced, not because we were excused from many classes, but
because the monotonous routine was broken. Each class has its means
of entertaining, but the boredom comes in merely knowing that we
must meet a class at a particular hour on a certain day.
Perhaps we will have another almost class-less day, so that we may
again be able to use our own better judgement. For everything that
we can know or experience, individual, common gains can be made. We
acquired much from the almost class-less day.
MATTIE COGDELL
Is This What They Really Mean?
“We’ll have to get together on that.” (We’ll put this off and ignore
it as long as we can, indefinitely, if possible.)
“I can’t be there because of a previous engagement.” (You and
your silly program can go jump in a lake; I couldn’t care less.)
“I’ll do everything I can to help out, but both of my commitee-
have to function at the same time.” (Maybe now, I won’t have to work
with either one.)
“I’m sorry; I still haven’t gotten around to doing it; we’ve been
so busy lately.” (Maybe if I stall a litle longer, you’ll find somebody
else to do it.)
“Thank you for your confidence, but I regret to say that I must
decline the nomination.” (I just barely missed that one. If I don’t pay
attention, somebody’s going to put me to work.)
“We would like to thank Mrs. for that excel
lent suggestion, and we recommend that she head a commitee fo
carry it out.” (Since you want to make more work, you can do it your
self).
To be continued in next edition.
IMAGE
A look! The eye beholds! The
wheels of the mind begin to turn!
A fuzzy haze is transformed into
a clear picture and lo! An
IMAGE I I I The mind’s view of
what is, be it true or false — good
or bad. Freshmen, What is your
image of FSC?
I feel that the campus, on a
whole, is fine, but there are cer
tain aspects that could be improv
ed. First of all, the campus needs
improvements in recreational fa
cilities for the students and the
faculty. Secondly, as a biology ma
jor, I am taking chemistry and I
feel that we do not have adequate
equipment in the chemistry lab,
to perform the required expsri-
ments and to obtain accurate re
sults.
Paris Jones
Fayetteville State College is an
institution of higher learning
where not only knowledge is dis
played, but also, a warm feeling of
friendliness.
Cynthia Williams
I have found Fayetteville State
College to be an environment of
different personalities, all working
toward the same goal, preparing
themselves for the challenges of
tomorrow.
Vernattia Williams
In my opinion, Fayeteville State
College i.« one of the best instituti
ons of hiPher learning in the
state of North Carolina. Since
I am not aware of the surround
ings of the other colleges, I can
speak only from the heart and
not from knowledge. Because the
requirements for entering the
co'lege have been increased, the
college should nroduce better stu
dents. The addition of the three
new buildings to the campus has
brought more comfort, the chance
for wider knowledge and beauty.
Mary Carlise Lassiter
FSC to me, is a place, which
if properly used, by ALL of its
people, could be a wholesome place
of mental and physical develop
ment in the most extraordinary
ways.
Joseph Gibbons
To me, FSC is an institution,
not only of higher education, but
of high social achievements. It
helps inspire the mind intellect
ually as well as socially.
Stanley Elmore
HECTOR McEACHERN
THE RACE
Toward Speed Reading
FSC was priviledged to have a
lecture-demonstration on “Reading
Dynamics,” by Mr. and Mrs. Dab-
ner White in late November. The
main theme of the gathering was
centered around the “boom” to
ward faster reading in the busi-
aess world.
Mr. White is an expert in theo
ries, problems and mechanics of
rapid, comprehensive reading. New
accent was focused upon the age-
old problem of increasing the
reading rate while paralleling the
rate of understanding.
About sixty persons from the
college attended the session,
where Mr. White noted that, be
cause of rapid changes in the tech
nological complexities of the uni
verse, more and more attention is
being given to the phase of read
ing faster, and at the same time,
clearly understanding what is
read.
Mr. White is managing director
of Reading Dynamics in North
Carolina, and he and Mrs. White
head the Reading Dynamics Insti
tute at Greensboro. The purpose of
the lecture-demonstration was to
sell those in attendance on the
idea that better reading skills are
an aid in receiving the utmost
from a society which dwells on in
creased productivity.
The Reading Dynamics Institute
at Greensboro guarantees to in
crease the reading efficiency of
any student by at least three
times, with satisfactory compre
hension, if the student takes the
initiative to attend all classes and
follow all assignments as outlined
by the instructor. In following
exact instructions, the average
student may experience a four and
one half times increase in reading
speed and improvement in compre
hension and recall.
The classes consist of sessions of
two and one half hours, each meet
ing once a week, plus practice ses
sions which equal a mere total of
twenty five hours for the entire
course. Most of the time and effort
are spent in building reading
speed and working on comprehen
sion and recall and study skills.
All things considered, it was es
tablished that many persons waste
time and energy by reading too
slowly, by failing to recall and
to think about what they have
read; thus, emphasis is not only
being put on “Why Johnny Can’t
Read,” but also on why Johnny
can’t read faster.
JAMES STACKHOUSE
SKETCH PAD
DEAN J. C. JONES
MR. SAM JONES
Sketchpad acknowledges the efforts of Dean of Students, Mr. J. C.
Jones, in makin'i the dedication ceremonies successful. Gentleman Sam
Jones won our esteem as a workhorse and the backbone of the Broncos,
especially in guiding them to the 22-16 victory over Winston Salem.
'To Laugh Or
Not To Laugh"
“To laugh or not to laugh;”
that is the question. Fellow
students you have just been
challenged to a duel of intel
ligence and your social maturi
ty. Will you fight to the death
your inability to know when a
program or play is serious or
meant for jest, or will you
laugh, despite the fact that you
are making a laughing stock
out of yourself, by not know
ing the way to react to this
type of situation?
As the curtains opened on
a light tragedy presented by
our own Fayetteville State Col
lege Drama Guild last month,
the laughing never stopped.
Because of this lack of cour
tesy to the cast of the play, the
whole meaning was lost in a
laugh.
All of us are not guilty of
this thoughtless reaction; how
ever, if we had guests on our
campus and they attended one
of our programs, they would
think that we didn’t know any
better. It certainly would be
unfortunate to be thought of
as a laugh. That is the impres
sion that some of us are mak
ing.
A DECEPTIVE WORLD IN COLOR
The world and all its glows
Are but excuses, for meanings
To communicate and plunder.
Perhaps it seems easy to find that
All and all peace of mind
That never seems to let one be
The plant of life and immortality.
We shift through days and moments
And seconds, to see, to look, to
make a dream of reality, to skid
Away and yet hold our own.
We make a dream our world
And yet we can’t explain that
Dreams and make-believe are one,
And both are all the same.
Though we make excuses to
Accept what we have, never
Daring to admit that we’re afraid.
We seek to know, but fear what is
Known, and comfort our minds
With twisted and distorted hopes
For fears to let go, and find
Ourselves a mere fragment of life . . .
Gladys L. Hayes