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Edited by
STAFF
Mac^s
Meanderings
Some thoughts on wasted
water, with all the water short
ages in the western counties of
our fair state one would think
that Wilkes, or at least its col
lege would be self respecting
enough to follow suit and
starve for water in the days of
drought like everyone else.
Not WCC! Water? Man we
got it! 17 springs under one
building alone, and to keep it
where i* belongs, one would
think, ’’ightly so, that we
could Ui. some of the stuff to
at least operate one fountain to
beautify the campus. Even a
wishing well would do won
ders for the morale of the stu
dent body, especially around
exam time. Also, proceeds
from the wishing well could be
used to help pay for some addi
tional student help now and
then to care for the ornament.
Or, if a wishing well is pro
hibitive cost-wise, how’s about
one or two hand-pumped fresh
water wells, (tested of course)
to go soak your head or drown
your sorrows or just plain
thirst in? A bit of memora
bilia fast fading from our
scene nowadays, it could very
well enrich the heritage to the
successors who attend our in
stitution.
Seeing as how we have this
vast resource at our disposal
isn’t it time we did something
to utilize a rapidly vanishing
resource or at least, make a
token effort toward that end?
We are not unsympathetic to
the financial problems involved
in such an enterprise, but isn’t
it at least worth considering
over your next cup of coffee?
You Can Never Go Back
By Gary McNeil
You Can Never Go Back,
To that time before graduation.
To the happiness, tears, frus
tration, fears
That were you “B.S.,” “Before
Sheep-Skin.”
As you simultaneously receive
the diploma
And the congratulations of
“Doc” himself,
Two keys are simultaneously
turned.
One locks out the past, except
for memories.
The other key. Knowledge,
opens up
Wisdom
Insight
Privileges
Responsibilities.
“They” are watching you.
Some with anticipation that
that you will succeed.
Others, with glowing eyes of
vultures, waiting to
Pick up your pieces after the
crash, when your
New wings have failed, they
hope.
But most, just watch, curiously
interested.
To see what your life will turn
out to be.
As you make those first falter
ing steps
You (yourself) wonder if it was
worth it.
You don’t feel any “brighter”
or more witty.
Even though now you have
been “Certified Smart.”
“Now, let’s see, which one of
these roads do
I want to take?” Funny, it
sounds, “Do I want.”
And suddenly, you realize that
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BOB GRACELY
GARY McNEIL
ADVISOR: MRS. ESSIE HAYES
the decisions you make
Have no more freedom than the
“required” classes of A Quar
ter Ago.
So, off, you go, on the path of
life you’ve chosen,
As best you can, as fast as the
potholes will let you.
And remember, the rest of us
are watching you.
And we leam from you.
No, you can’t come back,
though we would
Appreciate a visit from you
occasionally.
For you, holding the light, must
scout the path
For the rest of us.
Godspeed, Graduate.
G. McNeill
What Became
Of Dept.?
Once upon a time, a long
time ago when the Fairy Tales
was a ’goin’ around, there
existed an obscure little under
ground publication, with a total
circulation of 105 and a maxi
mum distance of 100 yards.
As are most such pieces this
paper was printed on pink
mimeo paper and was titled,
appropriately. The Pink Sheet.
Filled with the usual assort
ment of humor, houndoggery,
and hierarchial hi jinks, the
little publication brought at
least 15 minutes worth of
laughter during the morning
coffee break. And, in the words
of Edward Lueders, “Tell it
like it never really was, man,
and maybe we can see it
like it is!”
Like all good things, I guess
it takes too much time on the
part of too few people already
overworked, but in a bit of nos
talgia, it ’us good while it
lasted.
BARRIERS
WE CREATE
The barriers we create,
Not mountains, forest, rivers
or swamp are as high as bar
riers we create.
Not mountains, forest, rivers
or swamp are as high as bar
riers we create.
Some in fear,
others come from deep with
in the mind.
Many manifest themselves as
laws or walls;
but most are subtle barriers,
The ones we create.
R. Gracely 1970
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