Fleamarket
"How much is that Jim
Croce?" "You don't happen to
have any Sunßa?" "All right,
$2.00 for all my Deep Purple -
it's a great deal!"
These comments might be
excerpts from conversations
being held at the WQFS Album
Fleamarket, sponsored during
Serendipity by the campus radio
station, WQFS. Anyone wishing
to make a few dollars off some
surplus or unused albums will
find the Album Fleamarket is
Upcoming lectures I^%
Cultures and
The Rembert W. Patrick
Lectures will be Thursday, April
2. Professor Gary B. Nash of WJflfagl
UCLA will deliver two lectures.
At 3:00 p.m. in the Gallery, he jLgMHSgK
will speak on the early colonial
experience in America: "Red,
White, and Black: The Confron- Jjfcfff JBJ
tation of Cultures in Colonial MIW fjlfetaj- jf
America." At 7:30, his topic ▼ W SHBw
will be "Forging Freedom: The
Emancipation Experience in the
North, 1775-1820." Professor B
Nash is a well-known historian
period and of
Afro-American history.
Chemistry
The Harvey Ljung Lecture
sl\ Professor Leallyn Clapp, a
member of the Chemistry De
'J partment of Brown University,
f. \\C will give, a lecture at 7:30, April
ii \l\,T 2, in King 122. The lecture is
7 V ent ' t ' ec ' "Human Want was
Once Obsolete" and is a reap
praisal of a lecture given by the
speaker 25 years ago entitled
"Human Want is Obsolete."
Letters
shaping of young people into
responsible citizens.
Too often students confine
their education to and leave
their education in .the class
room, for all they are taught is
theory. The Washington Semi
nar provides an opportunity for
students to witness the shaping
of theory into policy that affects
their lives. At present the
Domino theory is determining
both Foreigh and Defense Pol
icy that could change our lives
drastically within a matter of
months. Can we afford not to
send more students to Wash
ington eacy year?
I do not believe the decision
to take money away from a
program is an easy one I
believe the decision that has
been made will force us to
redefine our priorities. I cer
tainly hope that the decision
just the thing. All it involves is
engaging in some good old
fashion '.'hawking" of wares.
The Album Fleamarket gets
underway at 11:00 on Saturday,
April 4, in front of Founders
Hall. WQFS will provide the
tables and the publicity; you
provide the albums and reap the
rewards.
WQFS has already begun to
broadcast 24 hours a day for
Serendipity week and will con
tinue to provide non-stop music
until Monday at 2:00 a.m.
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that's been made is not a
reflection of newly established
priorities, for I believe there's
too much fat in other areas that
has been left unaltered. Do we
really need so many football
players? Couldn't these teams
have leaner rosters? Do we
really need five concerts for
Serendipity? Wouldn't two be
enough? What are we here for?
"Simplify, simplify. . the no
tion itself, with all its so-called
internal improvements, which,
by the way are all external and
superficial, is just such an
unwieldy and overgrown estab
lishment. . ruined by luxury
and heedless expense. . and
the only cure for it is in a rigid
economy, a stern and spartan
simplicity of life and elevation
of purpose." (H.D Thoreau).
What is our purpose?
Pete Fraunholtz
Departure for the real world
To the Cherokee, dawn was a
time of magic.
Before cities' glow came to
smudge the horizon, nights
were truly dark, pierced only by
starlight and moonlight and the
small bright campfires. Every
evening -the world faded into
insubstantiality, to be gradually
reborn •as the light of day
returned.
Inhuman powers ruled the
night, when the real world
simply wasn't there. When the
spirit world and the real com
mingled, at dawn, people of
power and knowledge could
reach fr the substance of spirit
and join it with reality, making
magic objects or casting spells.
The same magic is there, if
you have the imagination, when
your college days begin to wane
toward the rude departure for
the "real world." You're still
surrounded by the shadows of
pure thought and speculation,
but you begin to realize that
pretty soon you'll just be stand
ing nekkid in the woods and
looking for something to eat.
A lot of people panic at that
stage, which is understandable.
They drop everything and begin
to look frantically for a JOB. Let
them go, unless you're a parti
cularly good friend, because
they're usually too far gone to
help.
A few others fade back com
pletely into night, into spirit;
they never leave the college
community. You or your older
brother/sister may well know
some of these -- their ranks
include the enternal hippies,
and many English and philos
ophy professors.
As always, some people of
power and knowledge work the
stuff of spirit and reality, pro
ducing Dreams, Magic Objects,
and Spells. They generally be
come successful fantasy no
velists, research astronomers,
and good, politicians.
I'm still not sure which
category I fit into. I started
wondering my sophomore year,
one night in the dorm. I had just
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strong performance on campus
earlier this year
The music will continue at
9:30 with Powerplay, sponsored
by BASIB and the Senate.
Remember that great band we
had at Homecoming? Well,
they're back. So put on your
dancing sfioes and head on over
to Stern bferger.
On Sunday, last but certainly
not least/ will be an old Guilford
favorite, country folk songwriter
Mike Williams. Williams ap
peared here back in 1979 and
his upcoming performance
marks his 6th show at Guilford.
So whatever kind of music
you like, you are bound to hear
it on Serendipity The annual
Guilford weekend of concerts,
dances, and games will add up
to fun, fun, fun. See you there.
GUILFORDIAN, March 31, 1981,
decided to ditch any efforts at
completing my psych assign
ment for the next day, when
there came a knock at the door.
Grateful for the interruption, I
got up and yanked it open. In
walked a hobbit.
While I started open
mouthed, he began to rummage
in the refrigerator. He turned
around, chewing on a chicken
leg. "Look," he said. "You
"Have you learned to be crazy
enough to do it, and trickly enough
to pull it off?
know the formula, 'smaller than
the bearded dwarves.' Where
are the doughnuts?"
I pointed. He popped the top
of a beer and strolled casually
over to grab a chocolate-co
vered. We looked at each other
for a while, and he finally said
"catch" and made a throwing
motion. I automatically reached
up, caught a beer can, and
pulled the tab.
"Drink," he said. I drank.
"That's better," he continued.
"Now let's talk."
I said, "Are you a hobbit?"
He grinned, and began, "Does
a bear. .
"Okay," I interrupted.
"What are you doing here?"
He looked puzzled, but began
listing, as if to a child, "Food.
Drink. Entertainment. Casual
atmosphere.
"Most important, the willing
suspension of disbelief. What
do you think?" he ended,
exasperated
I remember little more of that
night. I do remember my room
mate the next morning, waking
me up to the pounding of an
incredible headache. "Who was
in here last night?" he said.
"The room's a shambles, and
you look pretty bad yourself."
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A group of Guilford students speak with a state representative
during the PIRG sponsored trip to Raleigh last week.
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"Don't ask." I shook my
head, and immediately regret
ted that action. "You'd never
believe it."
I managed to ignore the
incident until well into my
senior year. By then I had
developed the old habit of
climbing buildings. Acrophilia,
the psych-nuts called it.
One night about dawn I was
sitting on top of the library,
when I gradually became aware
of another presence sitting be
side me. Cloaked in gray, with a
tall pointed hat. "Well," he
finally said. "Here we are. And
what do you have to show for
it?"
"I can argue Niebuhr, Des
cartes, and Fox, and read
poetry in three different lan
guages "
"Not good enough," he re
sponded. "What do you do
when a balrog shows up? Or the
ores start chopping trees?"
"Run like hell?" I suggested
He scowled. "Organize the
opposition?" I amended. "You
ask tough questions."
"That's what wizards are
for," he said. "Next: Have you
learned to be crazy enough to do
it, and tricky enough to pull it
off? There's a lot of reality out
there." He swept his staff in the
direction of the edge of cam
pus.
I looked over at the nebulous
figure and thought. "I'm talk
ing with you, right?" I an
swered at last. "And they
haven't put me away yet."
The gray entity smiled. "I
think you may be catching on,"
he said, as he faded away into
the sunrise.