'Spot, you're giving me a headache'
By Gordan Palmer
Features Editor
You've heard of the "Were
wolves of London"? Enter The
Hound-dogs of Binford.
Residents of the first floor of
this most populous women's
dorm have varying responses to
the canine question. It's no
simple matter; the enthusiastic
quadrupeds can be found inside
and out, and in different shapes
and sizes.
One Binfordian was aware of
this possible ambiguity, and
therefore stated clearly that "It
depends on the dog. Now, I
don't mind if the dog's clean,
but I don't like strays -- they're
dirty. The dirtiest one came in
and jumped right up on my
bed."
Not tonight, Spot you're
giving me a headache. She goes
on to discuss the problem of
dogs touring the surrounding
grounds: "Somtimes it smells
so bad I don't want to open the
window. And then, if you step
in it, it's really hard to clean off.
They could do it by the road
where people can see it and not
step in it. It also depends on the
time of day."
Oh, move over, Rover. OK,
but why does the time matter?
Another first-floor person ex
Samuel Beckett's "End game" has been the latest endeavor for
several revelers. The play premieres Saturday, April 11.
Beware: end' is near
The setting is a concrete
bunker. Home. The last strong
hold The last prison. Outside,
the sun is dying, the earth is
baked and the ocean dead. Life
as we know it has been wiped
off the map.
Inside the bunker, the last
monarch sits bound to his
wheelchair, accompanied by his
legless mother and father, at
tended by his dog. Is this
science fiction? Is this the
future? Perhaps and perhaps
not. It could be the present and
one man's view of a desolation
called existence.
Samuel Beckett's "End
game" is a play about the
anguish involved in living and
growing old. His characters,
Hamm, Clov, Nagg and Nell,
show us how sorrowfully drab
and meaningless life can be. It
plains: "Well, I don't know
about the smell, or the mess, or
anything like that, but 1 do know
that the people who walk them
come by at odd times, like when
you're getting dressed. I'm not
over-modest or anything, but I
don'.t think we need people
looking in the windows like that.
There's one guy in particular
who comes by at least three
times a week, and then some
others."
A neighbor concurs: "Every
day, there's some guy walking
right near the building. It
bothers me more having dogs
outside than having them in
side. Still, I think we need to
keep the strays out of the dorm,
too. I don't like dogs at all."
A fourth ground-floor girl is
equally critical, but with a
different emphasis: "The ones
outside don't bother me it's
the ones inside. One time, they
all ran at me at once. Dogs come
intotherooms, and cats do too.
It's just disgusting, and it's
unsanitary. Just restrict them
from coming in the dorm."
Those who say they don't
care if the dogs come in are,
however, in the majority. Most
women like the sometimes cud
dly creatures; one considers
can be so routinely dreary that it
does in fact become comical,
painfully comical.
The play concerns the bitter
"game of life" which is played
day in and day out, again and
again, until it begins to lose
what little meaning it may once
have had. When watching this
"game," it is impossible not to
find its innanity amusing. When
faced with a futile, hopeless
situation, what better response
could there be than to laugh?
This is what Beckett does.
This play will be presented
Saturday and Sunday, April 5
and 6, in the Drama studio
beneath Sternberger Auditor
ium. The cast includes Gene
Cline, Thomas Abrams, David
Jewett and Hannah Welles.
Join them for an evening of
"existential" laughter and a lot
of thought.
them "Better than a lot of other
things that come around this
dorm "
On the other hand, some
qualify their support of the local
K-9 Corps: "I like dogs, but it's
not too cool when they use the
grounds around the dorm for a
restroom. It's OK in the bushes,
but anywhere else well, it was
a pain in the butt with "Binford
Beach" last year -- people were
going barefoot and stuff."
A similar comment comes
from another resident of the
first floor: "I can see why it
bothers people when dogs walk
outside, especially in the morn
ing. But I like dogs; I know they
get hungry, and I think people
get too uptight about it."
No less concerned about the
four-legged frolickers is an in
habitant of the front wing: "I'd
love to have a dog here myself,
she says, "and I'm sure a lot of
other people would too But you
need to take care of him, let him
run outside so he doesn't get
bored.
"When they live inside on
campus, it's too confining, and
can get in people's way. Leave
it up to the students to keep
them out of dorms. As far as
people walking their dogs out-
Grow for the G.O.L.D.
Plans for the Knowledge
Shop for Marijuana smokers for
the month of April have been
finalized. The programs for the
month will take place each
Friday from 1:30-3:00 p.m. at
the Greensboro Organization of
Life Dopers (COLD), 28 Graham
Street
The theme for April is
"Green is the Color of my
Thumb". The weekly pro
grams will be as follows:
Whiting exhibition to open
February, 'BO Snow Tires
Approximately twenty photographs will be on display in
Boren Lounge from April 2-18 as part of a Brian Whiting
independet study exhibition. The photographs, all deve
loped, printed, and mounted by Whiting, cover a broad range
of subject matter, and the majority were taken within the past
year.
Whiting's concern in the photography was beauty. "If
people can see the beauty, that's good. If they can appreciate
other things, like the quality of printing, that's good, too."
He attributes most of his learning this semester to
preparation for his exhibition and his Intermediate Photo
graphy class at UNC-G, with Doren, a man Whiting calls "my
biggest single help."
While disheartened by the rising cost of materials. Whiting
was nonetheless pleased with his work Said he: "Every
thing's my favorite when I'm working on it."
GUILFORDIAN, APRIL 1, 1980,
side here, that doesn't bother
me I just close the blinds
anyway."
One more solution to the dog
dilemma, probably the most
effective and least humane, is
this proposal: "I think they
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"After this brew, I think I'll go find me some cute Binford chicks,
and walk up and down their halls, and maybe even jump on their
beds!"
April 4 - "Make Your Soil
Healthy". This program will be
done by Jim Crockett of the
Guilford County Agricultural
Extension Service. It will in
volve helpful hints on how to
prepare your soil for planting
and simple tools to use. Partici
pants may also bring a small
sample of their seeds to be
analyzed.
April 11 - "A Rose By Any
Other Name". George Wash-
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should all be drowned, and
shot I have nothing more to
say."
If you ain't nothin' but a
hound dog, Binford Beach may
not be your wisest choice for a
vacation spot.
ington will conduct this pro
gram with the help of Greens
boro's Stoned Nursery. Canna
bis seeds will be provided for
the program by Boots Rinkle,
City Beautiful Coordinator. The
emphasis of the program will be
on plants, indoors and outdoors,
pruning tips and landscape
ideas.
April 18 - "Reap What You
Sow". Jim Crockett will once
again conduct this program.
This time, he will be talking
about which varieties program.
This time, he will be talking
about which varieties to plant,
how to take care of your garden,
and when to plant.
April 25 - "The Yield is
Plentiful". This final program
will feature U.R. Wright of the
N.C. A&T State University
Agricultural Extension Service.
Ms. Wright will be talking
about preparing, drying, smok
ing, and storing ideas for the
fruits of a plentiful garden.
Caps off to spring
Nads.
Unfortunately, the Guilford
lacrosse team will be playing at
St. Mary's on Serendipity week
end But Guilford fans will be
able to view a live television
broadcast via satellite from
Maryland to the battling action,
with exclusive ringside color
commentary by Howard Cosell.
Hopefully, the death toll this
year from spring fever will not
match the devastating number
of last year's epidemic. Of
course, students are expected to
take every precaution necessary
to avoid contracting the disease,
because final exams are approa
ching rapidly. (April Fools!. .
Burp!)