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THE CLARION
October 4, 1978
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From The Clarion
Women Students
Need Representation
Cathy Varner
Brevard College prides itself on being “up-to-date.”
And it is — in some ways. One of the major areas in
which Brevard falls far behind other colleges and
universities across the United States is that of the
participation of women students in associations, clubs,
etc., that help to promote women’s awareness in life, in
their situations on the job, in the classroom, and in life
as well as their roles as a member of the human race.
It is true that Brevard College has made some ad
vances toward “liberating” its women students. One of
these is the card key security system whereby women
are free to regulate their own hours for entering and
leaving the dormitories. Few other areas, though, have
received this much support and concern from the ad
ministration and student body.
In September, a Tri-State meeting of the In
tercollegiate Asoociation of Women Students (lAWS)
was held in Chapel Hill. Women students from North
Carolina, South Carolina and Virginia attended the
meeting. Speeches by Dr. Elizabeth Koontz and Osta
Underwood covered the implications of the women’s
movement,and the need for cooperation between men
and women in order for the women’s movement to
suceed.
What is needed at Brevard is an association for
women students composed of those who wish to see the
roles of women in society advanced and who want to
help women in their struggle for “equality” with men. If
Brevard had had such an organization at the time of the
lAWS meeting, the inf ormation about the meeting would
have been passed along the right channels to those who
could do something about getting representatives to
Chapel Hill. Perhaps, then, Brevard could become
numbered among the colleges in the Southeast who care
about their women students and who see them, not as
tomorrow’s housewives, but as tomorrow’s leaders.
A conference is being held in March for the
Southeastern region of the lAWS. If students and ad
ministration act soon, Brevard may be able to send its
representatives to this conference. There are those on
campus who are interested in the women students of
Brevard, and there is at least one member of the
faculty who would not object to seeing the women
students organize themselves into a group which could
benefit them and women students all over the United
States. If enough interest is shown and there are those
who are willing to participate, we may be able to join the
lAWS. Those who are interested may contact Mr. Roger
Taylor in room 130 of the McLarty-Goodson Building.
Brevard’s women students are just as important as
those from other colleges and should be able to have the
same opportunities that they have.
Confessions Of A TV Addict
Is Survival
Possible?
Like an incredible ijlack bird of
prey, the final exams which have
been circling overhead for the'
past couple of weeks are upon us.
“Abandon all Hope, Ye who
Enter Here,” and other dire
warnings dance through the
brain. Math, Physics, English
and Foreign Language. The mind
reels.
But there is a way to survive!
By careful planning and
following a few simple rules, the
semester can end with a
minimum of misery. First and
most important, (inscribe it in
letters of fire) Plan Your Studies.
Don’t wait to the last minute to
cram a semester’s worth of
notes. Cramming only results in
headaches, ragged fingernails
and partial amnesia. Take 15
minute breaks during your
studies to rest, laugh or throw up.
Keep the stereo dowa Good lud,
Pilgrim.
The meeting proved to be somewhat of a disap
pointment because of the lack of participation by the
colleges and universities in the Tri-State area, but those
who did attend benefited from the experience. Brevard
College was among those colleges not represented at the
meeting. Why?
To begin with, Brevard was notified approximately
one and one half to two weeks in advance of the meeting.
Although both SUL President Chip Tate and Dean of
Students Mary Margret Houk knew about the meeting,
communications mix-ups contributed quiet a bit toward
keeping the information from the students. No one
really knew who to contact about getting represen
tatives who wished to attend the meeting, and since few
students, if any, knew anything at all about it, Brevard
College joined the ranks of those schools not represented
at the Tri-State meeting.
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THE CLARION
Brevard, N.C. 2871Z
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Cheri Hamption
Jane V oceUe, George Johnston
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Dawn Owens, Brenda Rackley, Lee Reed
Rhuemma C. Miller
J ohn D. E versman
“At an unspecified point during
author Jessica Mitford
Treuhaft’s 60th birthday,
celebrated at a huge partyin her
Oakland home, somebody walked
off with the family TV set Ad
ding to the mystery is that the
guests were mainly writers who
insist that they wouldn’t be
caught dead watching tel-
levision ”
Taken from the San Francisco
Examiner
We all have names for t^’^’t
electronic Frankenstein’s
monster that has taken the
dominant position in millions of
American homes. “Boob 9ube,”
“idiotbox,” ‘Cyclops,” “Glass
Teat,” “Mind Laxative,” and
worse names have been applied
to the TV set.
Certainly television deserves
to be damned. It is violent for the
sake of violence, sexed but
sexless. It has given us Howard
Cosell, “Let’s Make a Deal” and
Mr. Whipple. Grandmother and
Grandfather have been replaced
in their roles of family story
tellers and have retired to a rest
home. “Don’t touch that dial,” it
screams at us, and we silently
obey.
Television is the most powerful
social force since the develop
ment of the printing press. What
started out as a simple gray
shadow box has become a
Technicolor marketplace for the
names, values, and more’s of a
nation. Cynicism chokes the
auTvaves and network executives
secretly call their product
“garbage” All too often integrity
and imagination are sacrificed to
fit budgets, deadlines and
standard formulas. As David
Gerrold notes , William
Shakespeare would never make
it as a TV writer, for every stwy
must be broken down into
fourteen minute segments, each
with its own climax. No wonder
television is so underwhelming.
But even Frankenstein’s
monster has redeeming qualities,
a human side. Perhaps, like the
villagers who tormented
Frankenstein; we have been so
blinded by television’s outrages
that we can no longer see its brief
moments of greatness. I know of
them because, I might as well
admit, as a child I was a TV
addict Annette Funicello was my
first love (I’ve never quite
forgiven her for growing up
tvithout waiting for me). I knew
that if I stood up straight and said
things like “aw, its just a stt-atch,
maam,” when it really hurt like
hell, I could be one of the Cartr
vvright brothers and spend my
time roaming the Ponderosa.
Good or bad, I watched it all, and
some of it was buried in my heart
and my brain. Roy Rogers
always shot the guns out of his
enemies hands and made swell
statements like “cheaters never
win and winners never cheat.”
Superman taught his viewers the
value of “Truth, Justice and the
American Way” with all the
subtlety erf a sledgehammer. But
I was a kid and I believed in all
that stuff; I knew that I could be
the type of person that Roy,
Superman, and my parents
wanted me to be, “as soon as 1
got around to it” As I got older,
TV taught me other things. From
weekly excursions into “The
Twillight Zone” I discovered the
incredible potential of the human
imagination. Pictures of Viet
Nam shattered a million quiet
dinners and changed my con
science and the conscience of a
natioa A quiet stranger named
Spock taught me that to be #
ferent was nothing to be ashamed
of. I have witnessed a President
struggling to keep and finally
losing his office. I have run with
Bruce Jenner, swam with Mark
Spitz, strolled the dead plains of
the moon, danced with Nureyev
and dreamed of freedom with
Kunta Kinte. Television is truly a
wasteland, but even the Sahara
has an occiasional oasis.
Goodnight, John-Boy.
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