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THE FULL MOON
November 22,1972
What’s Thanksgiving G)ming To?
Each year, as the commer
cialism of Christmas spreads
farther and farther back on the
calendar, the chances of sur
vival of the real Thanksgiving
grow slimmer. The hallowe’en
candy and costumes can hardly
be moved fast enough for the
Christmas decorations to re
place them, pushing Thanksgiv
ing into a corner of oblivion.
What’s the philosophy behind
this action? Thanksgiving isn’t
profitable!
This is only one of the many
problems that faces Thanksgiv
ing each year. Thanksgiving
has become an overceremoni-
ous ritual, where we get so
wound up in what is going on
that we forget the underlying
concept. In other words, the
real thanksgiving has been
given up for “better things.”
These “better things” are
what have developed a special
type of commercialism for
Thanksgiving. Macy’s Christ
mas Parade makes Thanksgiv
ing official, and after we
completely gorge ourselves at
our special Thanksgiving din
ner, we settle down for an
afternoon of televised football
(You did notice that the parade
is a Christmas parade, not a
Thanksgiving parade).
The Thanksgiving dinner
must be given special note,
because this time when every
one is gathered at the table is
the closest most families ever
get to reaching the true
meaning of Thanksgiving al
though in many cases even this
is only a feeble, half-hearted
attempt. Any trancedent feeling
brought about by the grace is-
quickly shattered when some
body looks at the turkey and
complains, “Oh, no. We’ll be
eating that bird ’til Christmas.”
We do not mean to say that
the religious aspect of Thanks
giving, the real basis for Tha
nksgiving, is totally void. Every
year, on Thanksgiving eve, the
churches combine and have a
community service, and then on
Thanksgiving morning several
churches hold private services,
and these services are well
attended. We can only speculate
the motives that make persons
come, or the thoughts that
occupy their minds during the
service, the same as any other
religious or social function;
however, to believe that every
one attending the service is not
there for religious inspiration
would be a safe assumption.
Short conversations this
morning after the assembly
readily prove the point: these
discussions ranged from criti
cal analysis of the music to the
legality of a prayer at the end of
the program. Students discuss
plans for the “holiday,” includ
ing hiinting and trips to far off
places, always plans that have
to be worked around Thanksgiv
ing, and appear to work in spite
of the fact that the break was
cut short by Thanksgiving.
No, Thanksgiving is no longer
the name of a holiday, but a
pseudonym, a trademark for
another holiday or holidays:
National Glutton Day, Parade
Day, Reunion Day, Annual
Long-Weekend Hunting, to
name a few.
Thank God for the few people
who actually do observe
Thanksgiving Day; also, be
glad He does not bless us as we
bless Him.
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‘I Who Am Black’
Black is. . .
“Saying it loud, I’m Black and
Proud.” knowing your color
even in a crowd, hell, and who
knows why; soul’ and hard to
satisfy; knowing where the
action is; knomedge gained
through the years, a question
without an answer; mod, the
famous singers and dancers,
darker than any other color; in,
soul sisters and brothers, no
play thing; and no roaming
around; called dirt, but there’s
no frown, courage, being brave
and strong; no different from
right and wrong, like darkness,
nowhere to see; beautiful like
it’s supposed to be. over with
the slaving and beating; tired of
the stealing and cheating; a
color not easily seen: not
mixed, or in between.
I am. . .
Black, not against whites, kind,
against violence, for Peace, a
part of God, an American, a
part of the white world.
Contributed by Mrs. Almond’s
Black Literature Class
P'dited by Arlesa Daniels
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First Stand On Forum For’em
“The team that wins in
football is the one that is ahead
when the game ends.” That is
an old adage known by almost
all football fans. But this basic
rule was violated on August 25
when the obviously superior
Albemarle Bulldogs easily dis
missed the obviously inferior
North Stanly Comets on the
Coach Wheeler enters during football camp. . .
Coach W.: Men, I have some good news and some bad news.
First, the good news. You all get a change of underwear.
B. Baucom: Duh, Coach, what’s the bad news?
Coach W.; Baucom, you change with Redwine, Burris, you
change with Smith. . .
A sports car rally is to be held November 20. The track will
consist of a 1/10 mile course in Julian Rogers’ back yard. All
entries should pay their $5 insurance by Friday.
Q. What do you get when you cross a bird with a lawn mower?
A. A shredded tweet.
(Reprinted by request)
Q. What’s white on the outside, green on the inside, and jumps?
A. A frog sandwich.
“Jogging may be great, but it’ll never replace staggering.”
Frustration is a moustache - on a girl.
Confusion say: Being ignorant of one’s ignorance is the malady
of the ignorant.
scoreboard, by 30-14.
Albemarle went on to become
a fourth place team in the tough
South Piedmont Conference
while North Stanly dropped
eight straight games, to gain a
firm grip on the cellar of the
weak North Piedmont Confer
ence.
The score was no indication of
the actual outcome of the game.
North was hopelessly outclass
ed, and scored half of their
points against Albemarle’s sec
ond string defense, which ran
the entire second half. Even our
second string offense showed
that it could put points on the
board against the Comets’
“sieve” defense.
After the game, the Comets,
who had been beaten with ease,
immediately “protested” the
use of “an ineligible player.” So
now the game has been forfeited
(according to Commandment
XXI, Ridiculous Rules for
Protesting Resounding Defeats,
p.3) and the Comets claim that
their football team “won” the
game, even though they had
their noses run into the lurf.
Until next year, all we can do
is sit on our hands in fury. But
when that day comes, all
impartial observers will be only
too quick to favor Albemarle by
a large margin. That game will,
I believe, establish the certain
superiority of the Albemarle
Bulldogs. If the situation was
not so infuriating, I would be
urged to laugh long and loud.
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Mrs. Wolfe puts English in order.
A Lamb In Wolf’s aothing
BY MARY EMMONS
Indespensable persons are
not always the most obvious
ones. Behind the scenes at
Senior High, an indispensable
lady wears bunions on her
fingertips by typing for all of the
English teachers. Each year,-
she takes charge of the choco
late sale. She is coordinator,
advisor, beggar, giver, father,
mother, and drill sergeant all
wrapped up in one. Her name is
Mrs. Amy Wolf.
Mrs. Wolf’s official title is
“teachers’ aid,” and she fills
this job completely. As teach
ers’ aid, she does everything
that teachers need to do, but
can’t, because they don’t have
time. Mrs. Wolf is always doing
something, whether it be typ
ing, filing, advising, or running
errands.
World’s Finest Chocolate
might more appropriately be
called “Wolf’s Finest Choco
late.” Each year, Mrs. Wolf is
overwhelmed by chocolate. In
fact, she almost radiates the
smell of it. But that’s as close as
she comes to it. “I never eat
that stuff-but don’t quote me on
that.”
Versatile would be a -good
word to describe Mrs. Wolf. She
might well be the best educated
of all the faculty members.
Since her college major was
biology, she could take over that
department with a moment’s
notice, and since she is the prop
and stay of the English depart
ment, her mind is filled with all
the basics and “unbasics” of
language arts from Shakes
peare to the most intricate
grammatical structures.
Mrs. Wolf’s concern for
students became apparent
when the interview for this
article changed hands, and she
began interviewing the inter
viewers. “Where are you kids
going to school next year?”
But probably most important
is the way that students and
teachers feel about her. “She’s
great!” “She’s terrific!” “She’s
an angel in disguise.” “She’s
crazy.” “She’s a nice lady.”
All are typical comments,
but, by no means, is Mrs. Wolf a
typical person. We are lucky to
have such a lady in our midst.
ENGLISH CURRICULUM
As far as can be seen,
students and teachers alike are
enjoying the new English class
es, So far, everything is running
smoothly. Let’s keep up the
good work.
Well, You Can’t Win Them All
“Back in ’68,1 was for Nixon.
I’m not a dove or anything like
that; to me a war was a war.
Sure I wanted to see it end. I
hoped Nixon would end it like he
promised. But last winter, when
he ordered the mining of
Haiphong Harbor, I knew Nixon
wasn’t going to come through
with his promise. I decided
then, in January, no February,
to support a candidate who
could get us out of Vietnam.”
with the other candidates,
McGovern seemed the best
qualified.
McGovern made his way
through the national convention
to become the Democratic
Presidential candidate. Bobby’s
decision as a voter was made,
and his duty as a citizen
fulfilled. But for Bobby, the job
of getting his candidate elected
was not to be left to others.
“I don’t know how much good I did. I just went out and talked to
people and told them what I believed.”
Way before the primaries,
Bobby Swan began his cam
paign for the election of Senator
George McGovern-at a , time
when public opinion pointed to
Humphrey or Wallace, maybe
even Muskie, as the Democratic
Presidential candidate, when
McGovern was the underdog.
But why would somebody pick
an underdog? Bobby laughed.
“Just lucky, I guess.” Luck had
little to do with Bobby’s choice.
He knew what McGovern had to
say, and after comparing him
A lot of time goes into a
campaign, as Bobby can prove.
A member of the YDC and
Stanly Citizens for McGovern,
most of his “free” time was
spent politicking-canvassing,
speaking, putting up posters.
Even some of his not so free
time; like when he spoke to
three of Miss McKenzie’s class
es, giving up his own classes to
do so. “I don’t know how much
good I did. I just went out and
talked to people and told them
what I believed.”
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