Cashion’s Corner
Therapy of Rain With This Ring
Learn the art of enjoying the
rain. The finest bath in the
world is a rain bath. Umbrellas
and rain coats are a disease of
civilization. Go out some day
when the heavens are gushing,
when nature is offering a free
shower bath. Take a walk, or
stand and feel the rain in your
face, the drops caressing your
cheeks like swarming little baby
fingers, the clean moisture in
your clothes, creeping in to love
your skin, until you are soaked
to the bone, absorbing the
great feeling that nature has
found you, and you have found
nature.
You will also know a quality
in sky-water that is not in lake-
water nor in tub-water. You
will experience the ozone and
air and effervescent ingredients
and all sorts of blessed, subtle,
and mysterious delights — a
real trip.
Then strip and take a brisk
rub down with a good harsh
towel and feel even physical
sensibility within you laugh
and bloom as the dust is all
washed clean from your mind
and you delightfully forgive all
men their trespasses against
you.
—John Cashion
In a cluttered pawn shop in
Daytona, I saw them — trays
of old wedding rings, mute
symbols of tragedy once worn
by the happiest women in the
world. What stories each could
tell! Somewhere between the
time each was placed on a fin
ger and the time it was taken
off, there were shattered
dreams. Did one expect too
much of the other? Were
words said that would have
been better left unsaid? Why
did the dream die? We wIU
never know. Yet each year
more golden circles are added
to the trays — fragments of a
happiness that could have en
dured until death separated
them had they only been a little
kinder to one another — a little
more tolerant — a little more
understanding.
These bands of gold are in
silent testimony to the age-old
question — “Where did love
go?”
—John Cashion
His Handicap
Little Bobbie—Aw, I could
walk that tight rope as well
as the girl in the circus if
it wasn’t for one thing.
Little Jimmie — What’s
that?
Little Bobbie~I’d fall off.
A Different Course
This is a plug for a very fine
idea whose time has come —'
and it has come in the form of
a very special course, “Life
and Career Planning,” taught
by Mrs. Jean Miles.
If you are undecided about
what to do with your life in
terms of a career, it would well
be wo^ yovu* while to investi
gate this course next quarter.
Students do many interesting
things in this special course —>
like take a multitude of person
ality tests, job preference tests,
and investigate interesting
careers.
Check it out. This may be
the course that changes your
life and career plans.
—John Cashion
A Hole In
The Sky
A few months ago, in an epi
sode of TV's STAR TREK I
was introduced to a blackness
in space which some astronom
ers simply named “a hole in
the sky” for lack of a better
term. This interested me, so I
ventured on seeking more fac
tual information. Unlike the
Quasar or “Quasi Stella,” which
is the final explosion of a white
dwarf star, the “Hole” is a por
tion of space dominated by a
“dead” scene. The mass creates
a gravity so great that not even
light can escape from it.
At the time of this research,
there was one “hole in the sky”
By Frank Perez
known to the world of astron-
'omy, but a later report from the
Winston-Salem Journal told of
the discovery of another one.
With wars out of style, maybe
the major world powers will
get together and open the fron
tiers of inter-stellar space to
earth explorers.
The Russian and American
astronauts have made much
progress in recent days practic
ing for linkup procedures with
their space laboratories.
Hopefully in the near future,
more will be learned of such
mysteries of outer space as the
“hole in the sky.”
Did You Know
By Vicki Reins
—That to remove ball-point pen
marks from washable garments,
you should spray the spots
with hair spray—'then wash. If
the stain doesn’t disappear
completely, repeat the process.
It will work!,
—That if you run out of brown
shoe polish, you can spray your
shoes with furniture polish and
wipe for a 10-second shine. The
scuffs will disappear in a jiffy,
and nobody in class will know
you didn’t have the real thing!
—That if you put peanut butter
on graham crackers, top with
marshmallow, and place in the
oven until melted, you have an
interesting bedtime snack,
—That by folding the tabs from
flip-top beverage cans into
chains, you can create nifty
curtains for kitchen or dining
room.
—'That one can quickly clean
those popular wooden clogs in
the following manner. First,
make a paste of baking soda
and water and apply it to the
innersoles with an old tooth
brush. Leave the paste on for
30 minutes, then remove it
with warm water and a piece of
soft cloth. Dry the wood thor
oughly, and your clogs will be
clean and sweet smelling.
—That with hemlines trying to
inch downward, those old hem
line marks can become a prob
lem. Erase them by brushing
a little vinegar over the old
line. It will disappear when
you iron in the new hem.
Press News Release
It Finally Happened Dept.
Before you let yourself go,
be sure you can get yourself
back.
In the tiiree years I have
been with WCC, I have incess
antly warned my colleagues to
“watch for snakes.” Well, to
day one of the reptile-type var
mints made his debut (and met
iais demise) in the entrance hall
to the Drafting-Media lab com
plex.
The li’l feller was first spied
by Jose Autellowitch (Uncle
Joe) while on his way into the
media lab. The witness, upon
seeing our reptile visitor, pro
ceeded to notify this reporter,
who in turn, notified the neces
sary authorities.
Clyde Lockhart was summon
ed to the scene, along with
I
O
Frank Shuford, to assist in the
apprehension of said varmint,
who had, by ttiis time, eluded
yours truly and sought sanctu
ary in the elevator control
room.
Mrs. Campbell, also in the
media lab when the reptile was
sighted, was escorted to Student
Commons by Jose Austell and
hastily fed some servomation
restorative (coffee).
In the meanwhile, Mr. Lock
hart has opened the elevator
room and discovered the reptile
under the elevatory machinery
cabinet.
The retile’s visitor’s hours
were numbered. With the aid
of a T-square from the drafting
room, Mr. Lockhart forced the
snake from under his elevator
hideaway, whereupon yours
truly planted a size lOV^ EEE
foot on the reptile body and
proceeded to render his
cranium into smithereens with
the aid of a Ken Kutter ham
mer.
Thus having wrought the de
mise of the unbemoaned visitor,
the 3-man demolition crew
ascertained the deceased to be
of the copperhead family of
some 14” growth.
My only question is, “Doc,
do snakes count for FTE?” If
so, I just killed a student!
Respectfully submitted,
. —Gary McNeil
The above story is true; it ac
tually happened 7-15-74. No
names were changed to protect
anybody!