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The Columns
October 1986
He Can Be Yours If The Price Is Right
By SCOTT SCHLOTZHAUER
The first item up for bid is a
young man named Kevin
Bighinatti. Kevin is dressed in
tight biking pants and a loose
fitting blue shirt. Come on
ladies, let’s open the bidding at
a dollar. Let’s see those muscles
Kevin. Yes I have a bid of a
dollar, anyone else? Going
once, going twice, sold to Myra
Jenkins for a dollar.
That was the lowest bid for a
slave at the annual Slave
Auction October 22. The
crowd of about a hundred and
twenty students bought and
fought for the pseudo-slaves
that were being sold in the
Multi-purpose room. This year
the slave auction was sponsored
by the Kenan RLC and they
earned $105 for programs.
Kathy Hight said that she had
22 people signed up for the
auction but only ten people
showed up. Two people that
were sold were walk-ins at the
last minute. But those twelve
people did a good job of
entertaining the audience.
Second up for bid is a specipi
deal, two for the price of e:
Amy Covert and M*ssy
Gardner. These two /oung
ladies are dressed in blacK pants
and shades. Let’s open bidding
at two dollars. When the
bidding was done the two went
for seven dollars.
Dressed as “Ladies of the
Evening” as she says and
escorted by their pimp are
Sandy MacFarlane and
Georgette Ray. They were
dressed in tight black pants and
tight little tops. TTiey both
wore shades and the crowd
went wild. The baseball
players started the bidding and
it went back and forth between
them until the smoke cleared
and Donni Brown walked away
with the threesome at eighteen
dollars.
N ina Snider and Kim Taylor
were staunchly different from
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thies;e slaves can be yours - PROVIDIN’ the price is right
Photo bv Alan MC:r;ti
October Draws Blood From
Louisburq Colleqe
By SCOTT SCHLOTZHAUER
October third was the date of
the blood drive. The American
Red Cross sent its van full of
crew and equipment to the
Multi-Purpose Room of the
college for the afternoon in
hopes of increasing their
supplies. The team was
expecting to draw at least 100
pints of blood from the students
and faculty of Louisburg
College but left a little short
with onlt sixty-seven pints in
all.
The Red Cross sent a team of
about ten nurses to take the
blood pressure and blood type
of the students before they gave
blood. “There were quite a few
student workers.” said Kevin
Bighinatti, one of the workers.
“There were high-school
students working during the
earlier parts of the day and then
students from the college took
over after their classes. Mr.
Stafford and the Christian Life
Council gave a lot of help
throughout the entire day.”
Students did the jobs of
taking temperatures and filling
out the preliminary forms.
They also handed out supplies
to the nurses and donor bags to
the students. Other students
helped the nurses that drew
blood by helping the donors
with words of encouragement
and helping them to gain
stability once they had donated.
“I think that only one person
fainted and only two or three
couldn’t give blood because of
their body weight. There were
a lot of first time donors so I
guess that’s pretty good.”
SEVERAL STUDENTS GAVE BLOOD ON OCT. 3
Photo by Jim Garulski
Tlie Qolumn’s
Golumn
Bv LOUIS EWEBURG
Last month I started my
series and the response that we
got was pretty good so I figured
that I’d continue along those
same lines. Get back on that
time train, choo choo if you
wish, and ride back to the
birthday parties that you used
to have, the gifts that you
received, and games that you
played.
If your birthday was
in the summer you always
seemed to get them and you
were upset because everyone
else had G.I. Joe with the Kung
Fu grip. Kites were cheap but
they were still fun. If you lived
in the country they got stuck in
a tree. It didn’t matter if you
were in a field, a tree was always
close enough for it to catch.
Models were another of those
fun gifts that you hated to get
for your birthday but had fun
with anyway. If your father
liked trucks, you always got
truck models. If your brother
liked planes, you would get
plane models. ITie only
difference there was that if your
brother saw that you hadn’t put
it together in about a week he
would make sure that it was
built.
Building things were always
fun when you were a kid. The
big companies played it up for
us by giving us toys like legos,
tonka toys, and of course the
termite’s dream: Hncoln logs.
When we were little we were
able to imagine houses and
monsters that seem silly to us
now but at the time were the
best thing that could ever be
dreamed. They all looked
terrible but Dad was always
there to say things like “That’s
great” and “That’s so much
better than your brother used to
do.” I always fell for it.
Then there were all of the
little kid games that you used to
play. You remember four
square and kick ball. That was
the sort of team sport that you
used to play when you were
younger. Four-square was a lot
of fun in my school. We had
mile long lines waiting to play
the game during recess, l^ng
was always the best position
and remember, no hobbling.
Sports when you were
younger were easy. You would
try to imatate the race car
drivers on your big wheel. Oh
sure, your big wheel was your
life. I always had fun riding
around the neighborhood, well
in front of my house anyway,
and racing with my friends.
The big wheels were made out
of hollow plastic and were
always ready to give out after
the first month or so of heavy
riding. I loved the commercials
where the guy would pull on
the speed brake and go into a
super spin. It was great on TV
but it never worked for me. It’s
too Bad they were made of
plastic because thay invariably
got caught under the family
car.
Do you remember all of the
tricks you used to play on your
bike? Great things like a Ghost
Rider when you would get
?oing really fast and then jump
Dff of the back and then laugh
when the bike would crash into
the tree. What about ramps and
curbs? They were always fun to
jump. There was always one
kid down the block who could
fall down and hurt himself no
matter how small the ramp
was. He was always fun to keep
around because you knew that
no matter how bad you goofed
up you could never get as bad as
him.
What about all of the war
games that you used to play
when you were little. No
matter how good the toy gun
was, it got old after a month
and you went back to using a
stick. It killed just as well as
any gun that you were using.
But there was always one kid
down the block, probable the
same kid that used to get hurt
and he would declare, “Uh Uh,
you missed!” and then the real
war would start when you
would start to call him all of the
names that your mother told
you not to say like “you big poo
poo” and “you’re a dummy.”
Weren’t those the days.
Guns were always fun but the
game that went one better was a
water balloon fight. I can
almost hear you smiling
because you know that its true.
You would go to the store and
buy a package of round
balloons, the long ones never
worked, and then run to the
sink and proceed to fill them
up. If you think hard enotigh
I’m sure that you will
remember that ten out of thirty
of the little balloon mouthes
would break off and the water
would shoot all over the
bathroom or the kitchen. Then
you would try it again and by
the time you were through
there were ten rubber rings still
attached to the faucet.
Water balloons were fun and
sometimes I wish that all I had
to worry about was getting hit
by one. Oh well, I hope that
you enjoyed all of the little
things that went on when you
were little because they won’t
be back until you have kids of
your own. I’ll talk at you again
next month.