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THE COLLEGIATE_
DECEMBER 16, 1964
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WILSON, N. C.
VOL. XXV
No. 3
EDITORIAL STAFF
Hditor-in-Chief Richard Zii^Iar
Aaftl*Unt Editor Ernestine Mozingo
Newi Editor David Blackwood
Feature Editor Ruby Wigyina
Society Editor Sue Foster
Club Editor* Dorothy .Mozingo and Larry Kluge
Sport* Editor Phil Houchina
R4rporteni Lorraine Evana and Helen Whitty
Staff Artiata Tommy Willia, Tommy Williamaon
Photographer Barry Lamm
Secretary Martha Fuller
Aaaiatant Secretary Nancy Jackaon
Adviaor Dorothy D. Eagles
BUSINESS STAFF
Buaineaa Manager Aahton Wiggs
Aaaiatant Buaineaa Managers—
Dorothy Mozingo, Walton Dennia
Advertiaing Staff Patsy Tharp, Mary Etta Bynum,
Betsy F>erette, Margaret New-
bern, Nancy Jackson, Eunice
Godwin, Edith Bradahaw, Rayita
Novaa, and Joyce. Stevens.
Circulation .Manager Lorraine Evans
Advisor George Swain
Hey There
Our haU are off to you Molliel
We feel hooored to be able to fea
ture you at the Queen of the PINE
KNOT for 1»5S
At the PINE KNOT wa* proud
to crown you U>eir queen, we loo
take great honor In dedicating this,
the Deccmljer i«ue of the 1954
COLLEGIATE, to you as a "Queen
Amoog Queeni.''
To you. MoUle He»ter, we dedi
cate thiji COLLEGIATE
Richard Ziglar
Editor
Campus Critic:
Where Is Our Pride?
It’s a bad practice for any one person or any group
of persons to have too mucTi pride. However, it's equally
••UI bad not to have enough pride!
Studenti<, each one of us ia repreaentative of our
campua. So often the public has a tendency to judge an
entire group by the actions of one individual. Think, stu-
ilents! Would we like to have people say that all the stu-
lients at Atlantic Christian College are irreverent?
All of us like to sociali>:e and be friendly. But there
is a timv and place for all things. And the time to carry
on a conversation, tell jokes, or act smart is NOT during
i-hurch, rhapel, or the bles-sing. Perhaps a few are not
interfst»-d in what’s being aaid, but I believe most of us
are.
Another thing — What about the looks of our cam
pus? Who among us throw debri* all over the grounds
«ind in the class rooms? While I’m on this subject, I have
B measage for some ^of the boys. In case you haven’t
heard, Cnristmas decorations can be purchased down town
at reasonable prices. What’s more, they’re quite attrac
tive and add to the ChrLitmas spirit, fio, the next time
you feel the urge to decorate the trees, use more appro
priate decoration.x rather than the unimaginative stream
ers recently used.
In the future let's think before we act. Someone may
by judging Atlantic Christian College by us! This is OUR
lampus, students Will the judgment be good or bad! It’s
up to ust
Hopefully yours,
Miss Spectator
Jim Fulghum
WUI Be Missed
Atlantic Christian College has
been aervcd well by Jame« Ful-
ghuzn. whoce resiginaUon from the
pocition of Director of Public Re
lations. was announced recently.
His personality and hard work have
help^ to build the prestige of the
college and aided immensely in its
growth. Mr. Ftilghum, before ac
cepting his position on campus,
proved his interest in the welfare
of AC while working with the Wil-
S<jn D.VILY TIMFJi. His service will
be greatly missed. We would like to
wish Mr. Fulghum success in the
future and say farewell, knowing
that we are losing a true friend
of Atlantic Christian College.
Is There A Santa Claus?
The folliowing, reprinted from the editorial page
of the New York Sun, was written by the late Mr.
Frank P. Church;
We take pleasure in'answering at once and thus
prominently the communication below, expre!»ing at the
same time our great gratification that its faithful author
is numbered among the friends of THE SUN:
Dear Editor:
1 am 8 years old. Some of my little friends
say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says. “If you see it in THE SUN it's so.”
Please tell me the truth: is there a Santa Claus?
V'irginia O’Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have
been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They
do not believe except the>; see. They think that nothing
l an be which is not comprehensible by their little minds.
.\ll mind,4, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s,
are little. In this great universe of ours man ia a mere
insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the
)>oundless world about him. as measured by the intelligence
(apable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as
certainly as love and genero.iity and devotion exist, and
,vou know that they abound and give to your life its
highest beauty and joy. Alas! how drearj’ would be the
world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as drear>-
as If there were no Virginias. There wbuld be no child
like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable
this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in
.4enae and sight. The eternal light with which childhood
fills the world would be extinguished.
Not lielieve in .Santa Claus! You might as well not
Relieve in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men
to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch
Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus
I'oming down, what would that prove? Nobody aees
Santa Claus, but that ia no sign tnat there is no Santa
Buy Seals To Aid
Tuberculosis
Research Project
Have you ever vi.?ltcd East Caro
lina Sanatorium here in WHson?
If so, I believe you will be able
to understand what I'm going to
write about.
The sanatorium is different from
other hospitals - the only real cure
for its patient.s is re.st. The tu
bercular patient is not in physical
pain, but perhaps even worse, he
must stay in b^ for long periods
nf time. Many of us probably think
It would be wonderful to stay In
bed and sleep for a few weeks, but
wbt'n months and years pass and
you’re still in bed, that's different.
And when one Is barred from all
physical activity, it is painful!
Tuberculosis does not strike at
those people who are "ready for
the grave." but many times at
young people like you and me.
These >oung people have several
years of their lives already plan
ned for them. Even after their dis
charge fn>m the sanatorium there
Is the process of getting back to
a normal life - if they ever do.
The purpose of all this is to en
courage you to buy Christmas seals
For the sale of Christmas seals is
the one drive of the year dedi
cated to the task of raising money
for tuberculosis research — one of
the most worthwhile and meaning
ful project I know of E. M.
Continued on Page Eight
Letter To Editor
In a recent DAILY TAR HEEL,
the student newspaper of the Uni
versity ^ of North Carolina, there
appear^ an editorial praising the
campus for th« amount of "Cult-
cha" found in the community. It
seems thst students had been turn
ing out in huge numbers to the va
rious cultural programs in Chapel
Hill — including some pianists,
probably.
It is very, sad Indeed that the
COLLEGIATE cannot do the same.
Instead we feel it our duty to crit
icize vigorously the actions of the
students at a recent chapcl pro.
gram in which one of the (unfortr
unately) rare indications of “cult^
cha" came to AC. It seems to us
that students of college age should
be able to act at least as half
adults on such occasions, Mayt>e
some of you don't dig classical
music; maybe you do prefer Eddie
Arnold or Hank Snow. But we think
it would be a good idea to take a
course in Music Appreciation. TTien
If you still don't like good music,
at least stay away when we have
a chance, to instill a little "cult-
cha" in o'urselves and our starved
souls. Doo't go to the periurmance
and ratUe papers, talk and giggle
■bout the wv the performer’s
hands are going, or cough like
your lungs are jumping out In
stead, If can't nfford a chapel
cut, sit quietly, muffle your coughs
and wait until after the pmin-am
to make your comments. 'This will
at least make you ^■em a little
more grown-up, whether you are
or not. And you owe a litUe cour
tesy to a guest a( the college.
So. please, let’s improve the atti
tude around here — Even If we
never hav.' “cultcha" E. M.
Everywhere Christmas Tonight
By LARRY KLUGE
Again on December 25. Christmas is celebrated by
Christian people all over the world. It may not be cele
brated in other countries as it is in America, but we all
celebrate Chri.<itmas with one thought in mind, despite the
floods of materialism which tend to cover over the deeper
meaning.
Everywhere, everj'where, Christmas to-night!
Christmas in lands of the fir-tree and pine,
Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and' vine,
Chri.stmas where snow-peaks st^nd solemn and white,
Christmas where cornfield lie sunny and bright.
Everywhere, ever>’where, Christmas to-night!
Christmas where children are hopeful and gay,
Christmas where old men are patient and gray,
Chri.stmas where peace, like a dove in its flight,
Bsoods o’er brave men in the thick of the fight,
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
Then let every heart key its Christmas within,
Chri.st’s pity for sorry, Christ’s hatred for sin,
Chri.st’s care for the weakest, Christ’s courage
right,
Chri.st’s dread of the darkness, Christ love of
light,
for
the
Everj'where, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
So the stars of the midnight which compass us round
Shall see a strange glory, and here a sweet sound.
And cry, “Look,”! the earth is aflame with delight,
O sons of the morning rejoice at the sight.”
Everywhere everywhere, Chri.stmas to-night!
Rupert Brook, “A Christmas Carol’’
Two thousand years ago in Bethlehem of Judea a
child was born in a stable. Above the stable a star shown
brightly, giving light to all the earth. The kings, shep
herds, wise men, and many from afar came in the evening
guided by the star to rejoice at the sight.
Yes, today just as the kings, shepherds and wise men
of old came from afar, we also come rejoicing at the sight,
of proclaiming December 25 as a holy day to give praise
to the one who has set a new way of life for Christma*
the world over.
The Fox
Jewel-eyed,
The fox slips down the furrows of
the August field,
Dusk touching the bones of his ,
shoulders.
Brushing his silken sides the color
of copper.
The dark sun has singed the ribbon
of his back
And burned the cornstalks black
Against the reaches of the sky.
The white moon comes soon above the
breast of hills,
Thro'tting a searchlight on the land.
Breaking the ground into shadows of
stalks
Long after the corn is picked.
Then, on the south wind can I hear
The fox’s cry of days and nights
in the wilderne.ss
When under the stone
He dug the loam
And caught the snake between his
golden paws.
stops in the rows
j quiet of leaves,
I UI the dull wind comes from
the west
With the drowning smell of the trees,
lelling him there is yet time for
sleep before the Sleep comes,
O''-” »■"«
He might reach the dome •
And brace his paws upon the silent stars.
-- William Alton Weatheraby, Jr.