THE COMPASS SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER, 1963 THE COMPASS For Students and Alumni Published by STATE COLLEGE NEWS PRESS CLUB ELIZABETH CITY, N. C. Member: Columbia Scholastic Press Association Ulysses Bell George Skinner Louvellia Johnson Clara Perkins Thelma Howard, Joyce Wilson Charlie Jefferies, Louvellia Johnson, Clara Perkins Melvin Reddick SOCIETY EDITORS Gloria Forbes, Ethel Bailey, Margie Baker, Vernell BaUey EXCHANGE EDITORS Vivian Thronlon, Barbara Fearing, Janie Johnson REPORTERS Carolyn Thompson, George Skinner, Joetta Cox, Shelia Hicks, Ethel Gregory, Laura Walton CARTOONISTS Lorraine Walker, Jean Weaver ADVISORS Mr. L. R. Ballou, Mrs. A. M. Bluford, Mrs. D. J. Lee TYPISTS Maryella Ward, Mary Shadrock EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ASSOCIATE EDITOR SECRETARY TREASURER LITERARY EDITORS FEATURE EDITORS. . SPORTS EDITOR Changes The Elizabeth City State College has been in the midst of a great change for several years. This great change involves the students of Eli zabeth City State College as well as the administration. New teachers have joined the facul ty. Some are from various parts of the country, holding high degrees in many fields. The b u i id i n g s and grounds also show evidence of this change. An illustration of this can be seen in Moore Hall. In the summer of 1961, the classrooms were improved. They were treated with fresh paint. The lighting system was improved. As for the grounds, shrubbery has been raised in low places and many attractive sidewalks can be seen zig- zaging across the campus. Along with this change, we as students at Elizabeth City State Col lege must take up and become more aware of our responsibilities in this complex society in which we live. We must seek to know what is going c in the world. We can raise oi standards and along with that, set a worth while goal and strive hard to fulfill that goal. We, the students at Elizabeth City State College, must realize and under stand that if we tarry too long the qualities of our mind and spirit can never be universally possessed. It takes more than an educated elite to run a complex society like ours. The kind of society we live in today de mands the maximum development of individual potentialities at every level of ability; and we would be very foolish indeed if we were to let our renewed interest go to waste. It is time for us to aid in helping to bring about changes at Elizabeth City State College, which will stitute a better education program ‘for all of us. The question is often raised, can the Negro college meet the challenge of the modern world? With re-examination of our curri- culums and eyes turned toward provid ing adequate training to equip students for professional opportunities, it can be done. Line Cutting Why is it that some people just in sist upon “cutting line” in the dining hall? Is it because they don’t know any better? No. Is it because they real ly don’t care about the rights of their fellow colleagues? This could be the problem. If this is the case, my fel low associates, we had better examine ourselves and find out what we are really here for. If we say that we are here for the purpose of obtaining an education, we are certainly not acting as if we are. Education has been defined as that which changes the behavior patterns of an individual. So, my friends, you see if we are doing the same thing here in college that we did back high school, we really haven’t been educated or we really aren’t being ed ucated. Students, we must come to oui senses and realize that we are going to start thinking and acting like ed ucated individuals. Each time a per son “cuts line,” he is indicating by his action that he is uneducated. We say that we want to become leaders of tomorrow. We also say that we want our freedom. But we forget the fact that along with freedom and leadership, comes responsibility; the responsibility to think and act in such a way as to demand respect from our fellow man. Then and only then will we find ourselves reaching the goals that we have set out to seek. I am appealing to those students who insist upon cutting line, to amine themselves and find out what their purposes in life really are. How will you be classified by your as sociates? Will you demonstrate your lack of education, or will you act in such a manner as to demand respect? So students, let us remember that educated people do not infringe upon the rights of others. We don’t want elementary thing like “line cutting” to be a problem on our campus. —Lloyd Porter, chairman of Student Problems Freshman's First Impression My Second Birth Have you ever heard that history ^■>eats itself? Each person must live th; life he thinks right. This afternoon. 7 life is started anew. Somehow 1 feel I am being freed every minute. This revolution for free dom is not only against the discrimina tion of our white brothers, but also within ourselves. I am fighting a terrible battle this afternoon within myself. First, I know the sit-ins will commence today, and all that is necessary for my omission from the booking and jailing is to stay on campus. This way I won’t have to endure the pains and aches that are necessary to get freedom; consequent ly, that is just what 1 do. A little later I begin to hear voices in the hall. The voices are in sympa thy with those who are being jailed, hit, scalded, jeered, intimidated, hounded and misunderstood. At first the voices don’t mean anything to me, that is until my self-respect begins to pinch me. I got over that; however, my religion and human decency into my heart with a penetrat ing bit. We fight for awhile, until I can’t endure the pain any longer. Even though I’m losing the battle, I am happy. It feels almost like the time I got my religion. I am beginning to feel free of something. Now, some mysterious force lifts me from my bed and pulls me out side to see what is going on. Then, if awakening from a dream, I am 1 in chaos. I am lost, where is it for me to go? I see nobody behind me, no body beside me; however I see people in front of m. There is no choice. Who wishes to remain lost, except a fool? I don’t. Consequently, I am follow ing the mass, one hundred twenty demonstratiors. Now the mass is heading tor town. The time is September 24, 4:50 p.m.; in front of Central Restaurant in Eliz abeth City, N.C. While sitting here, I wonder just why I am sitting here. Suddenly a white man appears and says “Get your feet off the sidewalk! What do you think you are doing or going to accomplish? If you don’t have freedom who has?” It is strange the way he asks that, for—suddenly without warning — someone dashes hot water on us! Some are scalded, others frightened. Nevertheless, we are holding our ground. The hot water isn’t working. One of the white men inside demands us to move again, we stay on. Neither the nor the cold moves us. We are determined to last to the end. Where the end? Nobody can really say, but we will continue to fight for what is right. We shall over come, someday. At 5:30, we are being packed tightly in to the waiting rooms of the police station. Air? There isn’t any air; nevertheless, through our own volition, we are cheering, singing, clap ping and giving praise to God louder then we did in the previous demon strations. No matter how long the spirit wants to go on, the will of the flesh is short. Impatiently, we are waiting until we can be booked in dividually. While looking from per son to person with deep thought, I notice some of us are impatient, bored, hungry, and exhausted. How ever, food is being sent to us. Many of us are eating, not that we are hungry, but because that is what the rest are doing. I don’t know what is to come next; but whatever it may be it can’t be any worse than the discrimination that we are suffering here in Elizabeth City, or any place on earth where discrim ination and segregation exist on account of race. This city is like a rose bush in full blossom, I can smell the sweet attar of job opportunities and see the bright red colors of equa lity. Along with the sweet fumes of op portunities and the bright colors of equality, come the thorns of hatred, prejudice, and biased attitudes. To se cure this rose, one must wear a glove. Negroes in Elizabeth City can wear this glove. But no longer will we wait for the the white glove; we will gather the roses with the bare hands of righteousness if need be. Yes, we are released from jail day, but what will tomorrow bring? I consider what happened to us to day as past history. As for me, his tory will repeat itself until any man can say, “I am a man, not a Negro, Caucasian, Chinese or Japanese; and I am treated equally as a man.” —Willie Thurman Worth. ' . , , Nice . . . Full of interesting ... activities.” J. A. Moore “My first impression of the school was its faculty members and the stu dents here.” Julius Walker “. . .The relationship between stu dents here and at Friendship Junior College is much wider.” Cleo Byrd “My first impression . . . was a very lonely one, but as the upper classmen arrived this . . . soon dis appeared and I found ECSC had a lot in store for me intellectually and otherwise.” Shelly Willingham “. , . One of the best schools in the CIAA.” L. Reed “. . . We believe the students and faculty are very friendly and espe cially the girls.” John Jordan William Johnson . . My first impression was that I was going to like the college, staff and all the students ... I do!” Betty Boone “The campus appeared attractive and pleasing ... My adjustment was quick. I am happy here. John Curry “. . . Wonderful. I hope I will con tinue to enjoy my stay here.” Leroy Brickhouse “. . . Students and faculty are very warm and friendly . . . State College (is) a better school than 1 had dreamed . . .” Martha Harper . Astonishment . . . Everyone . .. made it comfortable for us, the shy and afraid freshmen.” Lonnie Turnage Curtis Turnage “. .. Fine institution . . . My de cision in coming was well made.” Willie Cooke My son when you grow up What shall you be? I’ll tell you. Eat plenty of food now But remember. Food won’t make you strong; Truth, courage, honesty, integrity Will make you strong. Read books But remember, Books won’t make you smart; Understanding, listening, people, losing Will make you smart. Go to college But remember. College won’t make you great; Humility, compassion, denial, experience Will make you great. Work hard But remember. Work won’t make you rich; Respect, friends, spirit. And children like you Will make you rich. “. . . This institution is a very n place and so are the instructors.” Velma Godette “. . . I found myself singing, ‘I want to go home’.” Froncene Lawson . . It seems as if they are about to make a professional football trainer out of me.” Johnny Woodhouse “. . . I thought the school was drag.” D. Brown —Compiled by Lorrine Walker Football Apathy The one thing the resident student has in common with the commuting students is a complete lack of interest toward Elizabeth City’s sports. This is a shame, for without the support of the college family, the sup port from alumni will be nil also, because they learn their non-support habits as undergraduates. At the Lighthouse on a typical day, the scene is one of constant turnover of students discussing classes, study ing, laughing, eating or talking about upcoming and past dates. No one talks about the Vikings football team. That the Vikings have lost games comes as no surprise to m o s of the students. “So what?” is the com mon retort. “We always lose, don’ we,” said one co-ed, who admits she does not attend games. “All our teams lose, so why should the football team be any different?” Do the students attend home games? “Well,” said a fraternity man, “We go out as a group . . . it’s more of a social event than it is a sport event, or supporting-the-team sort of thing.” “The frats and sororities usually have a small competition to see which can turn out the most kids; at least we do that at rallies. Once in a while we get up a car caravan but that is a lark.” How about the commuting stu dents? “No, we do not go very big for Elizabeth City home games. Most of us are from area high schools and the first couple of years at Elizabeth City most of the kids go back to their high school games.” In the opinion of the authors, who Welcome Freshmen Many of the freshmen arrived on campus Thursday, September 5, 1963. I believe that all of us were com pletely baffled and were all wondering what would be our next step. But to our advantage, the College had set aside a special week designed to help orientate us. The schedule was as follows: Upon arrival, we were required to register to show our presence on campus. Friday from 10:00 a.m. to 1:15 p.m., ivere confronted with an English Placement Examination. That evening, had a tour of the campus which enabled us to see the striking build ings which are at Elizabeth City State College, and a general assembly. Saturday found us taking another test, from 8:00 a.m. until 12 noon A dance in Williams Hall quickened events at 8:00 p.m. We had a very time at this dance and it enabled o meet unknown faces and be come better acquainted with the ones we had met before. The affair turned out extremely well. Sunday morning we visited local churches. President Ridley greeted us with a reception on his lawn that afternoon. This reception enabled us to meet the faculty. On Monday, there was still another test and registration began for the courses we wished to take for this semester. On Tuesday, September 10, starting at 8:00 a.m., we looked pretty for the camera as photographs were taken for our identification cards. That afternoon, we had a movie and discussion period with Mrs. Rae Williams, Dean of Women, and Mr. J. D. Marshall, Dean of Men, as our hostess and host. Wednesday was the most abhorrent day of all for on that day we were required to begin taking our physical examinations. So, as you can see, when we arrived on Elizabeth City State College’s campus, we came ready for work and not all play. We, the freshmen have been busy from the very first day we arrived. But we do not give ourselves this credit, because if it were up to the majority of us, I believe we would have just eaten and slept the week away. Instead, for a richer program of events, we give credit where credit is due, to those who planned the Freshman Orientation Week Program. —Ethel L. Bailey Derivation of Pleasure By Theresa Hall It is a pleasure to watch the sea. To hear its mystic roar. To see its tongue waltz up to me And lick the sandy shore. It is a pleasure to note the grace In the sea’s constant sway, A pleasure to read its moody face That bears my thoughts away. It is a pleasure to see the foam On the sea’s heaving breast, A pleasure to watch the gulls at home As they bathe in its crest. A great pleasure it shall ever be To trend the misty coast That I may survey the glassy sea And all its wondrous host. are, admittedly high school wash outs, every students who is enrolled should attend every game. The play ers don’t like playing before an empty house anymore than they enjoy losing. Increased attendance may be the lift they need to jell a potential championship squad into winners, in stead of narrow margin losers. The team has lost games that very well could have gone in their favor except for a few bad breaks and in juries to key personnel. This is no time to abandon them—when they need your support. If you must be “lackadaizical” in your support, wait until they are winners—then they can sustain themselves by virtue of their won deeds. Come out to the games and CHEER. —Nathaniel Grant Alexander Peace

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