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Silting in on a warm, rainy
Saturday afternoon. What a iazy
day. Nothing beats sitting in on a
rainy Saturday afternoon.
Nothing really that much to do
except sip some wine, fill up my
prescription (for the wacky
weed) and listen to Linda
Konstadt on the stereo. Oh, those
warm breezy Saturdays. So
many fine things to do but never
enough time to get them done.
Things to think about and times
to remember. But always
l(X)king forward to the front and
things to come and feeling glad
that you're alive. For maybe
nothing much was going to be
accomplished on that day but
them that would be b.Kl,
lx,'cause it was a nice day, a
rainyday, and a beautiful day.
The Collegiate
MARY KAY McKOVVN
Editor
Briggs Petway
Susan Hilburn
Asst. Editor
. Business Manager
and
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Taylor, .Alton Watkins, Allan Richeson, Barry Morgan,
Kandy lloloman, Jimmy Shepherd, Ann Dixon
John Pata
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Photographers Kon Snipes
Published weekly by students attending Atlantic Christian
College Wilson, N.C. 27893. The views expressed herein are
not necessarily those of the faculty or administration of ACC,
Glancing at Life
Within Bounds
'PCS? 89
In today’s society one must
express his beliefs and ex
perience his "freedom” within
the bounds of the social rule.
We say this is a free country.
But is it? Our freedom of speech
is censored, our freedom to own
land is ruled by leasing and
zoning laws, our freedom to vote
is ruled by the governmental
parties, our freedom of choice is
ruled by limited choices, and our
freedom to live is ruled by the
importance of money in today’s
society.
Therefore, our freedoms and
Letter to the Editor
Opinion
To All Students:
I would like to take this
opportunity to thank the
students who have loyally
supported the basketball team
If YouVe
Ever Gone
Down With
Your Pride
... Tequila Sunrises, IT’S A
BEAUTIFUL DAY,
THUNDERCLAP NEWMAN,
The60’s, the culmination of post
war decadence ... How we loved
it, how we’llmiss it.For the place
had character and there was a
time when all was well or at
least it appeared well. But time
goes by. And what was, will be
no more. And so it was with the
Whitehead Annex. Where easy
living was easy and if not at least
for a while it was fun. No one has
lived in the Annex now for quite
a while but there was a time
when it was truly a cultural
center for AC’s own version of
the new bohemian hippie
subsculture. A place of joy and
frolic for a while with all sorts of
interesting characters biding
their time while occupying the
building. A place where a person
could go on a Friday night and
drink some wine, listen to some
decent music, (for in those days,
the "top 40’’ and soul were still
King). And yes there was a time
before that when it was the home
of the Sigmi Pi's. And surely
some truly worthwhile activities
went on then also. But that
seems so long ago.
In a few days the Whitehead
.■\iinex will be no more. So as it is
with many things when their
time has come to an end, their
usefulness either buried or
forgotten. t)ld wooden houses
have such a character about
them. It’s really a shame they
must go. The Whitehead Annex
had character, maybe cold in the
winter or an eyesore to it’s
neighbors, nevertheless, it’s
gone now. Once a fraternity
house, once a freak house, now a
ruin, soon to be an empty lot. I
suppose thev call it progress.
CWA
this year. It is without question
the best support and most
enthusiastic group we have had
for many years.
I am especially pleased that
AC students have continued to
follow us in a rather frustrating
year. We have lost four games
by one point and two of the
games were a result of bad calls
by the referees in the closing
seconds of the game. It is not fair
to the team or the college
community as a whole when our
fate is determined by the men in
the striped shirts. The team has
demonstrated in the last two
years an ability to compete with
all the teams in our district and
conference. I hope that in the
near future we will command
similar respect from officials.
Although significant progress
has been made in the last three
years, we must continue to
strive for excellence in all
phases of the game. Such a task
can be greatly enhanced by a
student body which is excited
about the college and the athletic
program. Keep up the good
work.
Coach Ben Pomeroy
our individuality are allowed
only if they are in agreement
with the majority. It seems
individuality is becoming a unity
— a system of conformity.
But the majority of people
seem happy — they seem to
believe that they are still in
dividuals. These "individuals”
have their own beliefs and they
are pleased and content. Who
wouldn’t be content when their
ideas conform and are accepted
because they are held by the rest
of the "Unity”?
These questions are distur
bing, to myself anyway. How far
can one extend his freedom?
Surely, certain freedoms of
choice, such as killing, are not
what I am discussing. These far
outstep any breach of humanity.
But why must a person’s
beliefs conform to the majority
in order for that person to be
accepted?
.\lary Kay
I’ve never had many good words for time. Time car
be more fickle than a city-bred house cat, and I dot,',
have many good words for them either. When r®
having fun, it’s time to qmt. When I m ready to
mere are still ten minutes to go.
For example, I love the mountains, but the five hour
friD up there seems like a week or ten days. And sur^
enough the weekend lasts about twenty minutes before
it’s time for that tiring trip back home. How about the
five minutes of sleep before the eight o clock class that
lasts two eons and an ice age?
However, being the optimist that I am (the Elks or
the Jaycees wouldn’t have me), I see one redeeming
value in time. Time travels forth in a steady motion
giving equal say to all the events of life. Thank God and
Greyhound that the darn mess won’t run upstream. I
can truthfully say that I do not want to go back in timeto
anv prior time. The bad times are happily packed away
in memory and newspaper. The good times are tjetter
left alone, after all I may mess things up the second trip
^^LinSn told a familiar story about time. Once there
was a wealthy desert Sultan. The ruler commanded his
scholars to come up with something that will ease all
nain while banishing tragic pride. As the learned ones
returned to the Sultan, they related this simple
message- “And this, too, shall pass.” More thanonee
this phrase has pulled me through the murk of time and
a moment of faith and reflection, I read the
Rihliral book of Ecclesiasties. Soloman strained ani
Sruggled to find how best to use his life. He tried
duration drink, labor, lightheartedness, and intense
SlmpMon. Yet, Soloman could only conclude fc.
Me at its best is what gives the greatest senstol
“““Time'as life, should be used doing that which jo
one the greatest sense of satisfact.ons. And when Ul«*
about these statements. I'm convinced that thtp
absolutely valid and true and ethical.
aDSOtuiey Briggs Petway
Around Campus
When students gave willingly
of their time, efforts, and
finances to support the building
of a place on campus where they
could still their bodies and
minds, it was hardly thought
that such a place would be taken
as the most comfortable passion
pit on campus. Certainly
"communicating with the
divine” can be taken rather
literally, especially by those who
feel their parents didn’t give
them sufficient parlor room time
when they were younger. But
gee, Friends, must we tolerate
such abuse in a building that was
designed specifically for prayer
and worship?
Yes, yes, I know the
arguments. “What could be
more inviting to two college
lovers than warm, plush carpet,
low lights, and a secure lock on
tlie only door to heaven’s pent
house?” Nothing I should think,
if that is the level on which the
mind functions. "And after all
man, isn’t ‘Love’ where it’s
at?” Yea, I can go along with
that, too. “Well, then, man,
what’s the hang-up, it ain’t
hurtin’ a soul, is it?” Well, it
might be, you never know.
Mythically speaking.
President I.C. Moore feels that
the only solution to the problem
would be to install a hidden
camera inside the air-
conditioning unit inside the
chapel. Whenever th heat gets
high our abusive intruders will
attempt to make things more
comfortable by turning on the a-
c. Hey, SNAP, you’ve got’em.
The DM board can handle it
from there.
The only practical move in the
seem to be the
of a committK
if
matter would
establishment
for the sole purpose of raising
money so that our “makMul"
artists would have a place to
meet for themselves. Would that
come under student-life, Miss
Parrish?
It has also been suggested thal
our fellow-students would
write a letter to the manager of
the Heart of Wilson demandiiij
lower rates, our probieni
wouldn’t be near as severe. On)}'
a few students feel that looser
visitation policies in the dorms
would curb the nightly flow of
“abusers” into the center.
Well, the problem isn’t a
critical one. But it is one to think
about. If anyone’s interested
1015 Bynum St. has a ctieap
mattress for sale,
PHIL JONES
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