October 29, 1970
THE CAROLINA JOURNAL
Page 4
Editorial
A half-caterpillar, a dead fly in
the jelly, a little green worm
interlaced between bits of stuffed
pepper-ah! The joys of SAGA
food.
We’re not putting you on. The
incidents of negligence, unhealthy
and sickening as they are only
deepen the pit that SAGA has
fallen into. Excusez-moi, s’il vous
plait will not suffice. SAGA needs
some changin’-need we be
particular?
SAGA-where’s “Festival nite?”
You remember that little special
decoration and special food
evening that happened ONCE last
year? Checkered table clothes,
candles, and Italiano
spagetti-remember? We’re due
one a month, remember? So
where is it?
SAGA”Why steak on Fridays
and Saturdays when many of the
dorm students are gone? Well, it
looks like less people equals less
steak bought and served equals
more money for SAGA. The steak
night isn’t publicized either; if it’s
to be rotated (as is claimed), then
make it known in advance.
SAGA“Where’s any chocolate
milk, or tossed salads if you pass
through the line fifteen minutes
after it opens? See the girl. She is
cutting a piece of radish, a slice of
cucumber into each salad. One
per. How come SAGA?
SAGA-why do you fix a single
main meat, in little quantity, and
then run out before half the
students can get to the line?
“Uli, 1 saw some sloppy joes on
a boy’s plate out front.”
“Sorry, that’s all gone. How
about some taco delight?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Actually, no...”
SAGA-you can bounce those
two and three-day old cake
chunks and desserts disasters off
the floor. Again, when you offer
some appetizing pie or cake, it’s
like the Bay of Pigs-too little, too
late.
SAGA“Why must we face fried
chicken, then chicken a la sauce,
then finally chicken croquettes?
All from leftover heaven. We’re
forced to become vegetarians.
SAGA”Why ice milk chunks
that defy man-or-beast to eat
without going finger-wading in the
mess? Why are the eating hours
established so. inconsistently with
student life and class schedules?
Why can’t commuters enter the
valley of the shadow of death
without partaking thereof?
SAGA-why is there not meat
three-times-a-week for breakfast?
We’re talking about edible bacon
or sausage-you know, the kind
that you’ve grown fond of over
the years.
SAGA-do you know what
you’re doing?
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This primer on SAGA is offered
to pinpoint the grumblings we
hear echoed both in the dorms
and throughout the campus. The
most common complaint many
dorm Personnel Assistants receive
is about the food, i.e., SAGA.
The food service company is
not totally to blame. There has
been some poor action by SGA
President Hickok, and the
Administration, in organizing this
year’s Food Service Committee.
They, as much as anyone, share
the blame: it’s natural to continue
errant ways without anyone
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SAGA needs changing
reminding you of your faults,
your shortcomings, your mistakes,
your responsibilities.
Within a million-plus cafeteria,
dorm students deserve the
polished product SAGA
eloquently espouses but fails to
deliver. Within a University Center
cafeteria for commuters, there
should be rapid-service and an end
to mile-long lines.
We’re talking about
management and planning. SAGA
is spinning its wheels carelessly;
poorly planned meal quanties,
food waste or leftovers being
created through mistakes in
adequate meal consumption
projections. SAGA will continue
to serve you as it has in the past
unless they are made to act. ACT
as they know how, as they do at
other campuses, on other jobs.
The JOURNAL has attempted
to investigate the how and why of
saga’s decadent state; we plan
to continue the searching and
probing, with specific complaints
and questions, until dissent is
replaced with action.
SAGA Food Service was
formerly at Chapel Hill.
They were replaced by
Servamation Mathias.
It gives you something to think
about, doesn’t it?
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i ndividual con tri tutors.
SAGA feast, UNC Board of Trustees, Monday, with flaming trays
and all. Why can’t this example of ‘The SAGA Way’ ever reach the
students, faculty, and staff? (photo by mike smith)
Dear Editor:
I believe that credit should be
given where credit is due. Our
outstanding “Annual” staff has
created a very fine picture album
to show what happened in the
’69-’70 school year. The
photography was outstanding and
our photographer obviously put in
a lot of time. The cover staff must
also be given credit for creating
the only other part of the picture
album that was any good.
It was good of the staff to
allow us to conunit everyone’s
names in the album to memory.
The pictorial commentary for the
album was non-existant. Sports
coverage was something just
better than an elementary school
annual. Since an elementary
sehool has none, you know what I
mean.
If we can get nothing better for
our student activities fees than
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this mock imitation of a great
college annual I would be in favor
of having one every two years so
that our annual staff will have
time to think about what they are
doing before they ruin the annual
again. B.J., here is a clap clap for a
job left well undone.
Signed,
Rick Lee
Dear Editor:
As an Indian of UNCC that has
gone astray, I wish to say I’m
sorry. I now know that I’m wrong
to aspect that at the age of 20 I
can make decisions of my own.
I’m grateful that there are people
like you to make my decisions.
Being impersonal, unable to love,
indifferent, unable to understand
myself or others and most of all
lacking in that beautiful
knowledge that I gave to your
university I’ll probably just gather
dust in my room when at last I
receive my wordy piece of paper
that says I have gone through 4
years of mass propganda
conditioning. I still have a chance
with people like you around.
Maybe I can still be a part of the
machine. Thanks for being the
representative of my beliefs.
Skip Bennett
stu. No. 070796
soc. sec. No. 242-82-1344
(You’re welcome, the editors!)
SAGA worm squirms
Dear Editor:
1st boy -- What is worse
than finding a worm in your
apple?
2nd boy - Finding half a
worm
This childish joke
suddenly was brought into
the limelight of my thought
last Monday.
I hardly ever eat in the Union
Cafeteria. Monday I had only
enough time to rush to the Union
and get a cheeseburger and Coke
before iny 1:00 class.
I didn’t think I could tolerate
the taste of an undressed
cheeseburger so I ordered the
usual lettuce and tomato. I
received the creation with a
couterous smile, placed it on my
tray, fixed my Coke, paid the
cashier, sat down at a quiet table
and began to look over my class
notes as I ate.
It was in my fourth bite that it
happened. I noticed a strange,
tangy, semi-sour sensation that
registered to me as neither
hamburger, nor chesse, nor
lettuce, nor even tomato. As I
rather cautiously moved the
meal-on-a-bun down from my
mouth I noticed a greenish-black,
Wiggly, woolly creature which
instantly registered in my
biological memory bank as a
caterpillar!
As I realized that, the insides of
this horrible creature trickled over
my bun while it squirmed in agony.
The bites in my mouth, esophagus
and stomach began to mushroom
as if an atomic bomb had been
detonated within my digestive
system.
I got up quietly and headed -
stomach first -- for the nearest
bathroom. After pumping my
stomach of not only lunch but
also breakfast, I returned to the
table, picked up my tray,
deposited my trash and took the
remains of my lunch to the
cashier in the hopes of obtaining a
refund.
She must have noticed the look
on my face for she asked me, “Is
something wrong with your
sandwich?” without saying a word
I opened the bun to disclose not
only the half of the caterpillar
which remained, but also a full
length, very lively mate alongside.
She had the nerve to ask me if I
wanted another cheeseburger.
It took all of the intestinal
fortitude that I could muster to
come up with a clear “No.” As I
turned to leave, she said, “Well
the next time you come through,
just remind me — I won’t forget
this.”
After I got home I contacted
the Mecklenburg County Health
Department. Surely something
can and must be done about this
inexcusable problem which is a
menace to public health and a
discredit to UNCC.
1 have heard many of the
students complain among
themselves about the food and the
general conditions in the
Cafeteria. Now is the time to act.
Send your complaints to the SGA
or to this paper if you aren’t
pleased with present conditions. If
you will excuse the pun - I’m fed
up with it!
George F. Wilson
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