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FEBRUARY 15, 1979
GARDNER-WEBB COLLEGE, BOILING SPRINGS, N.C.
Dr. Williams “Roasts”: Snow Cools Things Off
As trumpets sounded and
students clapped, the first
Birthday Boy, otherwise
known as the esteemed Pres
ident of Gardner-Webb, was
ushered into the cafeteria to
be roasted by his wife,
friends (?), administrative
personnel and officers of the
SGA. Dr. Williams is 29, 39,
40, or 16, depending upon
the length of your acquain
tance with him.
Scott Brisendine opened
the roast by unrolling the
REAL banquet banner
which read “Old dogs never
die—they just smeU that
way.” While Mark McMas-
ters (SGA President) hosted
the event, G-W professor
Dr. Robert Morgan stood up
to offer his burnt offering.
He told Dr. Williams’
“wonderful parents” that
he didn’t believe in heredity
anymore because of the
“birthmark between the
Pride In A War-Torn Home?
PRESIDENT
ears” of their son. Just be
fore sitting down, Morgan
told the crowd that he
“HAD enjoyed” teaching at
the Webb.
Randy Kilby informed the
charred First Bulldog that
all his friends “had been sur
veyed, and both of them
were here.” Kilby went on to
say that Dr. Williams has
been called a model presi
dent but remember, a model
_ PHOTOS BY MIKE GURLEY
WILLIAMS
is “an insufficient replica
that can’t do the real thing.”
(For those who don’t know,
Randy—that’s Mr. Kilby for
you freshmen—“used to
work in the Webb
building!”)
The newest prof at G-W,
Dr. Joe Hughey succinctly
reminded his superior that
“Old presidents never die,
they just lose their
faculties.” Dr. Knott, pass-
DEBORAH JAMES
Vietnam. What a place to
grow up in. This was my
first reaction when Deborah
James told me that this was
where she had spent most of
her early life. Deborah, a
twenty-year-old junior, orig
inally from Durham, has an
interesting background. She
has lived in a time and place
in which many of us have
never been a part of, and has
a point of view about a sub
ject many of us don’t even
like to think about. War.
Deborah moved to Viet
nam with her parents, who
belong to the Southern Bap
tist Foreign Mission Board,
at the age of three. By five
she was living in Saigon.
This war-torn part of the
world was so integrated into
her life that most of the time
she was unaware of what
was happening around her.
Much of this was due to the
fact that her parents shel
tered her and her three
brothers as much as possible
from the realities of the war.
At the age of sixteen,
when Vietnam fell, Deborah
still did not know that the
B52’s she had watched in
the distance, and the tanks
she had seen going by, were
not just “practicing” as her
parents had told her. She
ameizingly stated that it
wasn’t until she was out of
the country and in Taiwan
that her mother told her that
the bombs being emitted
from those planes were real,
and doing real damage to
her home.
Because of the fact that
she was so sheltered, Debo
rah was able to grow up
“like any other normal kid”,
while still experiencing
many things that she is so
thaiJcful for today. Her abil
ity to speak the Vietnamese
language fluently enabled
her to communicate and
come to know much about
the Vietnamese people and
their ways. Her views of
Vietnam, she said, are total
ly different than what some
people might think. She
found the people to be “very
friendly, head strong, ambi
tious and extremely affec
tionate.” When asked how
they treated her in every day
life, she said that they
treated her as if she was not
so different from them. “It
was my home and I felt I be
longed.”
In order to attend high
school, Deborah was sent to
a boarding school in Taiwan
before her freshman year.
She saw her parents twice a
year until the country fell.
Because of the separation
from her parents at such an
early age, Deborah feels that
she is able to cope easier
with the separation at col
lege. She is only able to see
her parents once during her
college year.
When asked how the
change from living in Viet
nam and Taiwan to living in
the United States affected
her, Deborah replied that
she had worse experiences in
the U.S. than in Vietnam
when it came to rejection.
She felt more accepted in
Vietnam than in the States
at one time. Many people
who have had fathers or
brothers killed or injured in
Vietnam resent her love for
the country and its people.
This she has handled well be
cause she realizes that most
people have not been in the
situation that she was in and
don’t know the people as she
did. “They just don’t under
stand,” she commented.
How did she hear of Gard
ner-Webb? This question
she is asked often. “I had
heard about Gardner-Webb
a few years ago and decided
to transfer from East Caro
lina last semester when I
changed my major from
nursing to music.” How
does she like Gardner-
Webb? “The people here are
real friendly and I feel right
at home because there are
other MK’s (missionary
kids) here like me.”
ing up the opportunity to
mimic Don Rickies, a la Ran
dy Kilby, told the students
that “Craven was part of the
‘ South-is-gonna-rise-again ’
good-time Kappa Alpha’s at
Wake.”
Dr. Knott wasn’t the only
person to know a lot about
the now-quite toasted Presi
dent. Rev. Buddy Freeman,
former G-W campus
minister, let the student
body know that their distin
guished President had been
nicknamed “Boom-Boom.”
Dr. Williams endured the re
mark with a quite red face.
Dr. Williams’ wife, Beth,
also got a chance for revenge
after 16 years of her hus
bands’ jokes and insults.
She had some trouble, how
ever, deciding which of his
experiences to recount (like
how he came to be named
“Cheeks”.
By this time, the singed
president (after opening his
“Cute & Cuddly Carolina
blue T-shirt) offered his re
buttal: saying that he liked
little people, he offered his
very short secretary, Judy
Freidel, “tall pills.” Turning
to Dr. Knott, he reminded
the Dean where Servoma-
tion food service is now. He
also reminded Uncle Melvin
that Gardner-Webb had
some “200-odd faculty mem
bers, including Lutz.”
Perhaps you’re wondering
how the SGA and the Food
Service managed to get Dr.
Williams to the cafeteria.
Well, here’s a hint: don’t
ever tell him that a student
uprising is occuring in the
cafeteria—he is likely to tell
you a story about the boy
who cried wolf . . .
CRAVEN WILLIAMS
How Do You Spell RELIEF?
E-P-I-C-U-R-E.
What do you think of when someone says
“Servomation”? Some of those responses are not exactly
printable. How about “Epicure”? Eat, drink, and be merry,
right? Well, our new cafeteria service doesn’t quite offer
that as their motto, but it sure is nice to hear favorable re-
Wait a minute. What about those long lines you have to
stand in for twenty minutes before being served? WeU,
there’s one basic difference between these long lines and last
semester’s. Larry Smith, the manager, states that as many
as 200 more students eat in the cafeteria at the evening
meal. Those lines aren’t created because the food ran out
and they’re “whipping something” up in the kitchen. Those
lines are created because folks want to eat in the cafeteria!!
Larry Smith’s theory in the food business is that you have
to have homemade recipes. He said he found an old Servo
mation menu in the trash can when he got here (probably the
best place for it to have been filed). His efforts to improve
the menu seem to be succeeding. Believe it or not, he has
been approached for recipes to some of the food. He natural
ly claimed it was “Grandma’s Secret” and wouldn’t give out
any of the recipes. His attitude toward his job is no secret,
though. He is one dedicated man.
“You gotta forget about your wristwatch,” says Larry.
And he apparently does just that because he spent several
hours carving the ice heart sculpture for the Student Dinner
held in January. That’s one dinner I doubt many people will
forget (especially those who didn’t get the five minute les
son on how-to-eat-an-artichoke).
By the way, how did Gardner-Webb rate such a person
able manager? He admits that he loved Coker College and
was hesitant to leave. The walls in his office are filled with
photographs of banquets and letters of appreciation that re
flect his work at Coker. And apparently to be the manager
of food service here at GWC wasn’t exactly the most
coveted job in the catering business. Larry explains,
though, that he’s found the students here are like students
anywhere. The way to our heart is through our stomach.
“Right now I’m real happy,” he says. And a lot of students
seem to be nodding their head in agreement and spelling
relief E-p-i-c-u-r-e.