PAGE 2 — THE COUGAR CRY, NOVEMBER 30, 1977
Campus FM Provides Listening
Alternative Or What Has 10 Heads
And Can Be Heard For Miles?
Poetry Corpcr
BY DAVID R. HAYES
The majority of radio listeners
in Northwestern North Carolina
have access to only limited radio
reception. While most areas are
serviced by a single local station
or the signals of the high powered
stations to the east, Wilkesboro’s
airwaves are alive with a number
of signals that provide a true
choice in programming. In
addition to the fare offered by the
commercial broadcasters in the
area, our own campus radio
station, WSIF, provides yet
another listening alternative to
students of W. C. C.
After months of delays, tech
nical problems, and paperwork,
WSIF-FM signed on the air on
April 6, 1977 on a frequency of
90.1 mHz. With the exception of
four weeks during the summer
required to repair the effects of a
thunderstorm, WSIF has been
broadcasting every Monday
through Friday from 9:57 a.m.
until 2:03 p.m. The format is
described as educational, but the
music, news and special features
that WSIF provides its audience
make that label somewhat
misleading.
The students of the Radio-TV
Broadcasting Class form the staff
of the station. Each student is
announcer-operator for a period
of one hour, with the air shifts
being assigned on a rotating basis.
The experience gained in this
actual broadcast situation is
invaluable in their preparation for
professional radio and television.
The studios are fully equipped
and allow the student broad
casters to become proficient in the
operation of the equipment used
in commercial radio.
The emphasis in program
material is placed on that which is
relevant to the college com
munity, Programs featuring Col
lege President, Dr. Daniel, the
president of the SGA, and the
directors of each college division
provide a plethora of information
concerning happenings around
Meaning Of Marat/Sade
BY BILL MOFFETT
Early in this century there was a
revolution in the world of physics.
Einstein and others suggested that
the central fact of the physical
universe was the absence of any
unmoving point from which to
observe the motion of objects.
There is no “objective” point
from which one can observe;
therefore, we must describe any
physical phenomena “as viewed
from .”
Philosophers were quick to see
the relevance of this “relativism,”
as it was called, to the universe of
human perception. Each of us
perceives through his own senses,
filtered through his precon
ceptions and disposition. If
objective reality exists at all, it
exists beyond the limitations
imposed by the human situation.
Peter Weiss invites us to seek
reality in his play; invites us to
seek it and at the same time tells
us it cannot be found. The fixed
objective point from which an
audience theoretically observes in
traditional drama has been
consciously destroyed.
The “play” is set in 1808, but
the “play within the play”
reenacts an event of 1793. We see,
in 1977, a 1965 English translation
of a script which Weiss wrote in
German in 1964 about French
events. What is the objective time
reality? Or the place reality? Or,
most importantly, the reality of
person?
Coulmier, the “enlightened”
director of the Asylum, is both
audience and participant in the
drama. He has a clear sense of
political propriety. He knows
when the inmates are “going too
far.” Is he an early nineteenth
century, or late twentieth century
man-a liberal on the race issue,
for example, but opposed to any
measure which would give his
liberalism any substance?
And Marat, who is he? Perhaps
he is a twentieth century actor
portraying a nineteenth century
lunatic portraying Marat, speak
ing lines supposedly written by
Sade but really written by Wiess
interpreted by Mayes—sort of.
God only knows (or whoever
from his vantage point a clear
reality) what we are to make of
Sade.
Beyond the standpoint of the
relativism of human perception, is
there more to the play? Our own
age has an “enlightened” es
tablishment. None of us now
believes in slavery, war, bigotry or
any of the other horrors to which
our barbarous ancestors were
devoted. We all believe in
tolerance, maybe even love, and a
humane economic system. Our
asylums have been replaced by
mental hospitals, our prisons by
correctional centers designed to
rehabilitate.
Perhaps Weiss is trying to tell
us that the view from the bottom
hasn’t changed very much. The
perception of improvement might
be only from the top.
You’ve made your changes, the
inmates say, “We want OUR
Revolution, now.”
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campus. The Broadcasting Class
prepares campus news stories for
a daily, five minute newscast at
12:45 and the Associated Press
Wire Service provides sports and
features, in addition to material
for five minute newscasts every
hour. A complete program
schedule for WSIF is posted on
the bulletin board at the studios in
318 Hayes Hall.
The next time you feel like
changing your “radio rut”, turn
to 90.1 on your FM dial. Your
campus radio station, WSIF,
provides a true listening alter
native.
Art Class
Has Ebdiibit
BY DAVID HAYES
Mrs. Sherry Dancy, art in
structor and media specialist at
W. C. C., has taken several
charcoal sketches from her
Introductory Art Class and placed
them on exhibit in the Library
from November 14 to December
2. The class is composed mostly of
beginning art students and the
exhibit serves as a testimonial that
no special talent is needed to
enjoy art as a hobby. “I feel that
no extraordinary talent is needed
in order to draw,” says Mrs.
Dancy. “When a person writes
their name they make all the
necessary marks one needs to
draw. It’s just a matter of learning
where to put the marks.”
Mrs. Dancy says she is very
proud of her art class since they
are beginners, and she believes
that everyone should take an art
course to become more visually
aware of their surroundings. She
notes that, “Half of drawing or
painting is seeing.”
Mrs. Dancy will continue her
instruction in two courses Winter
Quarter entitled Oil Painting, and
they can be taken for credit or
non-credit. Times and dates are
available in the Winter Curri
culum Sheet, and students are
invited to register regardless of
their art experience.
A fellow was walking along the
street one day with two small
boys, each wailing loudly. A
neighbor yelled to him, asking
what was the matter. “What’s
wrong with the whole world,”
replied the man. “I’ve got three
pieces of candy and each boy
wants two!”
INSANITY
I know the truth - nothing is real
Not you or me or the way 1 feel
But 1 know a place and it’s all
mine
I’ll take you there if you have
time.
There’s no cold - no sleet - no rain
No love, no hate, no hint of pain
No dissension, goals, or tears
No minutes, days, months, or
years.
No binding chains, guarantees, or
ties
No bullshit, assertations, mean
ingless lies.
No tomorrow, or no yesterday
No future, past, no today
No one to judge what’s wrong or
right
No light for day, no dark for
night
When you look out, and finally
see
That there is no reality.
Drop your problems and your
cares
Look for me. I’ll take you there
For in my struggle to be free.
I’ve found the truth - INSANITY.
-Audrey
Long ago on the Nile,
In the New Kingdom style.
Lived a long-necked lovely queen.
She could throw out commands
With a clap of her hands,
But she could Nefertiti.
In the Pyramid climb
She could do record time.
And would counsel with Ptah
for the good of her Ka,
But she could Nefertiti.
She could o’leap a sphynx
with the grace of a lynx.
Get straight through to Isis
At the tiniest crisis,
But she could Nefertiti.
She could swim ’cross the river
With hardly a quiver.
Got Notes from Osiris
On special papyrus.
But she could Nefertiti.
She could shinny an obelisk.
Got calls from the Sun-Disc,
Compose in Hieroglyphics
With lots of specifics.
But she could Nefertiti.
She could raise children royal
Without letting them spoyal.
Went to parties with Nut,
and was wonderously cute.
But she could Nefertiti.
So t’was not copesthetic.
It was almost pathetic.
President’s Column
We Can Do It
A high school friend was born
with only one arm, his left. He
was not defeated by his physical
incompleteness, however. Bill
decided to play the trumpet. Some
thought this ambition to be only a
dream, because trumpet players
traditionally hold the instrument
in the left hand and finger the
valves with the right hand. Bill
found that he could both hold the
horn and manipulate the valves
with his one hand. He practiced
hour after hour, day after day. He
became solo trumpet player in a
large high school band. After that
he played first trumpet at
Davidson College. My friend
received his law degree, a master’s
degree in history, and is now a
university professor. How easy it
would have been to be filled with
self-pity. Bill could have mani
pulated people instead of trumpet-
valves, to pamper and humor
him. Instead he persevered and
made his weakness a strength.
Most of us “whole” persons take
a lot for granted. We do not use
our abilities to full potential.
Sometimes we even make excuses
for failure as if we were somehow
incomplete in our makeup. The
truth is that we can do whatever
we decide to do with the resources
available to us. In the vast
majority of cases we do not excel
for one reason - that we did not
manifest the tenacity of Bill to
gain proficiency, in spite of all
odds. Yes, we can do it. We will
do it!
And explains why her smile is
inscrutable.
For although she was great
At achievements of state.
This law is cleraly immutable:
Without one certain skill
It will all come to nil.
And she’d always fail.
T’was a miserable tale.
For she could never, Nefertiti.
-Bill Moffett
THE VALUE OF V
The more unusual the more
exciting
The rarer something the more
valuable.
Hence the value of virginity
From a virgin no disease caught.
With a virgin solace often sought.
No comparison or complaint.
Hence the value of V.
-Ken Holmes
GOD’S PROTECTIVE CARE
No 1 lay me down to sleep
This prayer I was taught at my
mother’s knee
Each night this I would pray.
And his protection through the
night I would see.
As I grew older, this prayer I
forgot,
In fact; many changes in my life
did I see.
No longer did I ever pray to him,
who love so completely covered
me.
God said, “I remain the same,
I change not from day to day.
But it was you my child, not I
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away”
I confessed my need for my God.
The God of my childhood I had
known.
He forgave me for all my sins.
By prayer to him, I can now safely
go.
Truly, now as an adult I can say.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
And know if I don’t arise,
God’s care for my soul in death
He will keep.
-John Wiles
THE BRIGHTEST STAR
I fee as though
the final curtain
is fastly coming
down and it seems
as though the
crowd wouldn’t
stop booing the
final act - now
I’m being told
that my last hne
has been spoken,
my last song has been sung
and the last ticket
has been sold or maybe
filed away because
of lack of interest
and I know that the
critic will say
“he’s lost all the
old magic, he’ll never be back”
As I leave
the back door
to the theater,
1 hope that soon
you’ll be finally able
to find the brightest star
-Ervin L. Waller
Would you want somebody just
like you to be your friend?
How can a rumor without a leg
to stand on get around so fast?
How come no woman’s picture
appears on U.S. money?