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THE TRUE TEST FOR MEASURIN6 THE VIABILITy OF
A CANDIDATE.
Letters to the Editors
Feminism
To the Editor:
Militant feminism is destroying
America as the scourge of decen
cy and civility. In the last two
decades we have seen a dramatic
increase in broken homes, spouse
and child abuse and sex crimes,
which has just about kept pace
with women's decision to wear
the pants.
Jude 16 in the Bible prophetized
of militant feminists as follows:
Lvnch's Line
A VISA Granted, Leads to Credibility
By Janice Lynch
In May, 1985, I will leave
Guilford College with more
than a diploma. I will depart
with more than five years'
worth of a NDSL. When I pass
through the gates and aban
don PO Box 17306, it will be
with more than my share of
parties, exams, long
weekends, and astronomical
phone bills. When I drive down
College Road and head North I
will have a VISA in my wallet.
I'll owe bills throughout
Greensboro and North
Carolina. I'll owe bills
throughout the East. My name
might still be embossed in
gold on that little plastic card;
I might even have some
credit. I'm getting nervous
though—worried, you might
say. I've received my first
bill. I've opened the envelope
and read the card which in
dicates the account past due
on January 27.
There are not enough work
study hours in the world to
cover the monstrosity of this
bill. Since I'm from D.C. you
"These are murmurers, corn
plainers, walking after their own
lusts; and their mouth speaketh
great swelling words, having
men's persons in admiration
because of advantage."
Deuteronomy 22:5 is God's ad
monition against uni-sex and
Jude 6-16 is the shameful result.
Jesus strove against feminism
and even said to His mother:
"Woman, which have I to do with
thee?" And for His crucifiers He
said: "Father, forgive them, for
they know not what they do."
might say that I went
"hog-wild." This really should
not be a laughing matter.
Many students received
VISA cards early in
December, the week before
exams, the week before the
last quarter purchased the
last beer at Dolley's. There
was something wonderfully
fresh about the look of the
card amid the family pictures
in our wallets. We felt half
adult flashing those cards. I
stood in front of my mirror
and practised.
Receiving a VISA card was
the greatest event in my life
since learning to dial a push
button phone at the age of five.
I should have learned then
about great events: I dialed
my grandfather's number at
5:30 one morning and spent a
day confined to my room.
Where will I be confined for
use of this card?
The card arrived on a day
when my friends and I had
gone bike-riding to forget our
empty wallets and stomachs.
It was like the Second Coming
with its promise of salvation.
We can rebuild America with
the only true word of God, the
1611 King James Bible, or we can
continue to let TV hype lead us to
the slaughter. But our salvation
can only come about through
believing that Bible prophecy
was meant for the latter times -
NOW (I Timothy 4:1)
Wayne L. Johnson
16759 Meandro Ct.
San Diego, Calif. 92128
Note: This letter is copied
because I'm sending it to many
astute publications. But I pray
When a car almost hit me on
Friendly Avenue, I heard my
friend cry, "Wait! You
haven't signed the VISA!"
Credit cards are convenient.
VISA saved my Christmas. I
have new cosmetics and a
shelf-full of bargain books. I
took my younger brother out
to lunch and impressed him
with my high finances. I had a
little credibility. I began to
feel my twenty-one years.
Cashiers smiled and waiters
joked.
I ignored the admonitions of
my grandmother. I turned a
deaf ear when my sister in
quired after how I would pay
the bill on my twelve-hour
work week. I told my brother
to have two desserts even
though he wasn't hungry.
Too late I understand what
they were saying. I've locked
the VISA in a safe-deposit box.
I've stopped going to Happy
Hour and buying necessities
like shampoo. Next week I
might open a pencil stand at
the bookstore. Credit cards
will not be accepted.
GUILLEMOT
SEASON
Perhaps it is true that knowledge and the search for truth start with
curiosity. Then a necessary element of a healthy academic program
at Guilford must be the mental acquisitiveness of the students.
We are, however, at the point in our semester where the newness of
classes, the excitement of work, and the joy of being reunited with
friends wears off quickly.
The mind begins its great wonderings—spring break; the coming
summer's job prospects; the Fourth of July picnic; or anything to stop
the intake of facts—to interrupt the learning process.
The students may be described as incurious or apathetic when their
thoughts drift to less intellectually stimulating matters.
This is then the time when something small and seemingly trivial
can bring new interest to the minds of mental nomads.
Such is the case with Guillemot Season.
Signs announcing the Guillemot Season in black, one-half inch letter
ing have appeared on campus. Hardly a study space or a relief room in
Founders Hall are free of the signs.
The black and white penguin-like bird on the page bottom may re
mind one of the chill of Greensboro's January and February.
Who put them there? One of the first guesses was a student
photographer who was mixing part of his school's name and part of his
own in an innovative advertising campaign.
Guillemot has a much more obvious meaning, though, to those who
have the desire to acquire. But why is this the Guillemot Season?
It wasn't discussed at the last Network meeting. Has it been in the
sports' pages?
Some entity has created this sign and sparked the curiosity of many
of us. We wonder if this is why he-she-they did it?
that you'll still publish it
somehow, for it's the most impor
tant message this nation needs to
reverse its ungodly direction.
America can again become a
respected leader of the civilized
world, but we must first become
civilized ourselves. Will your
publication be instrumental in
our nation's rebirth?
I'm a retired logger and road
oiler from Oregon. See Malachi
4:1.
Saga Continues
Dear Guilfordian:
I am writing to you on behalf of
the North American Section of
the Scrooge Admirers of the
World (NASSAW). We are proud
to see the President of Guilford
College identified with our hero,
the Great Scrooge. Bah, hum
bug !, you say? Let us remind you
(Sutlforiiian
Co-editors Susan Harvey, Donna Horton
News editor Michele Lynch
Features editor Iris Velvin
Sports editor Doug Drotman
Photography editors Brittany Plaut, Tom Risser
Layout editor Wendy Harrison
Business manager Michael Gatton
Advertising manager John Roberts
Circulation manager Karen Vance
Staff: Joe Albright, Susan Chase
John Cox, Ellen Gilmore, Martha Hayworth,
Janice Lynch, Sandra McLean, and Jennifer Park
The Guilfordian reserves the right to edit all articles, letters
and artwork for taste, veracity, and length. The deadline for all
copy is 12:00 p.m. on Saturday preceeding the Wednesday of
publication. Material may be left on the office door upstairs
Founders, or mailed to Box 17717. The opinions expressed by the
staff are their own and not necessarily those of the paper or of
Guilford College.
Guilfordian, February 8, 1984—1
that at the end of A Christmas
Carol, Scrooge is the hero of the
story, for he brings hope to Tiny
Tim and, symbolically, to the
whole world.
We are proud to recognize Bill
Rogers, the top Scrooge of
Guilford College, for putting
aside his budget-balancing
burdens and opening his home as
a place for despairing students to
find rest and encouragement this
past examination and Christmas
season. Shouldn't we rejoice to
have a President who so ad
mirably carries on the true spirit
of the Great Scrooge?
Bill Rogers, we salute you and
are proud to recognize you as this
year's Scrooge of the Year. Bah,
humbug! Hurrah!
Sincerely,
Jay Van Tassell
Head Humbug, NASSAW
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