December 1977
COMPASS
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Helen Chapman
Receives Scholarship
Mr. Gerald DeForest Tyler
Tyler, Administrative Officer
By Roberta Brown
The Elizabeth City State
University acknowledges Mr.
Gerald DeForest Tyler as the
Administrative Officer in the
Chancellor’s Office. It will be
this responsibility for par
ticular day-to-day operations
in the immediate office of the
Chancellor along with being
the liaison between the office
and various local, state, and
federal offices.
Mr, Tyler is a native of
Spotsylvania Virginia. He
attended elementary and
secondary schools of that
area and received his B.S.
degree (cum laude) in ac
counting from Norfolk State
College on May 22, 1977.
Among his experience, Mr.
Tyler served active duty in
the U.S. Marine Corps for 3
years, and transferred to
inactive duty in 1969. In 1972,
he received his honorable
discharge. His occupational
experiences include
managerial assignments with
Dalmo Sales Company in
Washington, D.C. and
Alexandria, Virginia, in
ternship with Berkley
Citizens Mutiiral Savings and
Loan Association, Inc., in
Norfolk.
Mr. Tyler is noted for his
“slide” in baseball, along
with his outstanding abilities
in boxing and football. His
wife is the former Pamela C.
Preston. They are the parents
of three sons, Tony, Aaron,
and Micheal. Together they
bring a strong religious
background to Elizabeth
City’s campus and com
munity.
By Harold Renfrew
Miss Helen Chapman, a
Senior Early Childhood
Education Major, from
Washington, N.C., was
awarded a $550 dollars
Scholarship. North Carolina
Association of Classroom
Teacher awarded the Mary
Morrow Scholarship, with the
hope that upon graduation
and employment. Miss
Chapman will become an
active member of the
association.
Miss Chapman was
carefully screened from at
host of other applicants, all of
which had to send in an apr
plication, two recomi:
mendation sheets, and their
transcript. She was one of
five North Carolinians chosen
to receive the Mary Morrow
Scholarship. Other winner
were from Lennoir Rhyme
College, North Carolina A&T
University, Campbell
College, and U.N.C.-G. at
Greensboro.
To complete requirements
for graduation from ECSU,
Miss Chapman has applied
for assignment as a cadet
teacher during the second
semester. After graduating,
she hopes to teach the first
grade. She feels this grade
will be a challenging
experience.
Being an honor student at
ECSU, Miss Chapman is also
assistance Secretary of the
local Student National
Educational Association,
member of Ifnited Campus
Religious Fellowship
(UCRF), Compass staff and
Alpha Kappa Mu Honor
Society.
The first jukebox was installed at the Palais Royal Saloon,
San Francisco, in 1889. It consisted of an electrically-
operated phonograph with four listening tubes.
A New Life
Editor’s Note: The
following story may or may
not be true. Although
newspapers usually print
only straight news, this story
provides a valuable insight to
a very serious problem on
many college campuses. We
print it not as a story of fiction
but as a needed commentary.
Before I start I would like to
give you a run down of my
situation. I am a confirmed
alcoholic and drug addict. I
am hung up on steam and
drugs. I can’t do anything
about it, I am constantly
either oiling up or killing
some steam. My parents are
beautiful people. They gave
me everything they possibly
could. The way they ac
complished this really
bothered me. They were
always saying yes sir and no
sir, to the white man, twenty
years younger than they
were.
We managed to establish
ourselves as middle class
blacks. I often told my
parents they didn’t have to
take anything from the white
man to help me have a better
chance in life. The students
often made me mad when
they call my parents “white
fote niggers”. This angered
me to the breaking point and I
often got in fights. The con
stant fiction made me search
for an escape.
There was a constant
supply of alcoholic beverages
laying around the house, and
I just helped myself when no
one was around. It was six
months before anyone
noticed, by this time I was
well on my way to becoming
an alcholic. I started going
out late at night and con
stantly getting into trouble. I
never worried about it,
because I knew my old man
would get me out. Steam was
the only thing I was interest
ed in at the time, but later on I
began rolling with an older
group of kids. Because all the
kids my age were lame. They
were the worst group of
nigers I had ever known. My
orientation into the world of
gangster sticks began at this
point. The weed didn’t seem
to bother the other kids so I
figured everything was cool.
By this time I was missing 3
and 4 days out of school a
week. At the end of the
semester I had 3 out of 6
classes. I hid my report card
and split to get high. Reefer
didn’t last long alcohol easily
overpowered it. On my fif
teenth birthday my parents
were expecting relatives
from the city. I didn’t want to
hang around becailse I knew
it would be a drag. But my
parents insisted. It didn’t turn
out so bad after all. They had
a teenaged son about my age,
named Reggie, who knew all
the news. We went for a walk
to get high. I had never
popped any pills before and
he turned me on to some pills
called “yellow jackets. I was
spaced out and Reggie was
busy snorting coke. When he
got ready to split he left me a
couple of hits. I now had the
urge to try some other pills.
The kids down the street had
some hash and angel dust but
it really didn’t interest me.
The first part of the summer
there was a scarcity on drugs.
It was hard to find gangster
weed. The narcs were busting
down in the community. July
was now coming and it was
time for fathers vacation. As
usual, he decided to go to the
the same location, “Atlantic
City”. We arrived Thursday
morning and quickly I walked
to the boardwalk and started
sight seeing, sightseeing was
about all I did the first day we
were there, so I woke up early
the next day to check out
some of the places the young
people hung. It was a little hot
shoppe, but everyone seemed
to be socializing and getting
high on a little gangster weed.
A tall dude about 17 or 18
offered me a joint but that
cramped my style, so I asked
about some mess. He smiled
and asked me did I mainline.
I had skin popped before but
never shot any smack in my
veins. Trying to be hip and
not show my age, I said yes
several time then he lead me
too a small room in the back
of the shoppe, where several
other teenagers were
shooting up. I waited for him
to shoot first, and then it was
my turn. He leaned and then
hand me his artillery. I was so
nervous I asked him to shoot
me. That was a beautiful
high, but a little scary. We
hadn’t even introduced
ourselves and we were soon
involved in a little sexual
circus with some of his other
friends. We were in the
middle of it when he in
troduced himself as the
“deacon” his real name was
Thomas Quarry, Jr. The rest
of the week we were con
stantly together getting high.
I left that Sunday morning, so
I never saw the deacon again.
I enjoyed the white dope, so
when I got home I continued
to cope from a dud down the
street. I went back home ana
that’s when sickness really
started. When I couldn’t get
the money to cope some white
dope. I didn't want my
parents to know, so I tried to
drown it with alcotol. That
didn’t help because I then
wanted both. I often stole
what ever wasn’t tied down to
keep my habit going on. I was
now 16 and a well established
Junkie, with a $50 a day habit.
I couldn’t make enough
money to continue my habit
so I had to result to a little
Prostitution. I only turned a
couple tricks a night and
living it up with dope af
terwards. Then one night it
happened, I turned the wrong
trick to a member of the Vice
Squad. They carried me down
town and called my parents. I
didn’t know what to sy when
my parents got there, but
once again my dad got me
out. I was so ashamed of
myself. I never want to see
anymore alcholic beverages
nor any drugs. It took me a
long time to get myself
together, but I did. People
showed me how much they
loved ana cared for me. At
first I didn’t know how to
accept it, but I began to give
a little love, ana now me
world is a much more
beautiful place.
The Beginning
(a new life)