Smoke Signals, Wednesday, November 24, 1971-Pagt> 7
Gospel According to Norton
By GRADYNUTT
This is the story of my en
counter with Jesus Christ, car
penter of Nazareth, teacher of
truth, friend. First, let me In
troduce myself: The name is
Norton. Right, it’s the only name
I have.
I grew up in south Jerusalem in
a state of discontent. I couldn’t
do the normal bit of style. I
rather pride myself in the fact
that I really did my own thing
fashion-wise: kept my hair cut
short, refused to grow a beard
(my Dad really flipped over that;
thought I was wierd!), wore a
mini-toga I designed myself, and
always wore socks with my
sandals.
A big Thursday night for us in
my neighborhood consisted of
eating snitched fruit on the
corner of our marketplace,
watching passing carts stop for
the flickering caution lamp. On
such a night one of my buddies,
“Eef” (short for Ephriam),
invited me to go out to the river to
hear a new religious nut ( had our
share then, too!) named John the
Baptist.
“What makes him so special?”
I asked. I learned he was really
out to knock the Pharisees. So I
grabbed some extra fruit and a
pair of clean socks and footed it
out to the river. I was definitely
pro-anybody who was anti-
Pharisee!
He was all they promised, and
he blew my mind with his getup.
A double-breasted camel-hair
suit, wrong-sid6H>ut; platform
high-top sandals; teas^ hair;
the works. The word was that he
was a health food fan and lived on
bugs and honey; I thought he
preached like he had just had a
cup of crickets!
In short, I became an ardent
follower. Within just a few short
days I was getting out early
enough to get on a front rock. I
had really felt unique in ap
pearance and life-style until I
met “John the B,” but to quote
Eef, “John the B outrags them
all! ” I tried more and more to be
like him. I was pleased to find
that he dug my threads and liked
my flair for the unusual. We
really got dose.
I was with him the afternoon he
baptized Jesus. I was amazed at
Joht; the B’s attitude. When he
had completed the baptism, they
stood together in the river looking
for all the world like they heard
something; I strained and heard
zero. When Jesus had drip-dried
up the trail, I apiroached John to
quiz him about the session, but he
was moody and didn’t want to
talk. This mood carried over for
weeks, causing canceled ser
vices, etc. I then heard that
Jesus had started a group on a
different part of the river, so I
Horizon . . . from
Heritage through Hope
The first ray of light
And it begins . . .
Growing, spreading, swelling,
And indomitable spiral
Up.and out and through:
Life and experience.
Finds himself with but three tools—
His Heritage, the gift of those who
Struggled, grasped, and spent themselves
Before Him;
His Hope,
Burning in the hand he holds in his;
And in his Horizon,
That infinite, vacilating place in tomorrow
That leads him on.
There is no turning back.
No standing still in silence
Of morning light.
There is but to move on,
And up, and out to . « o ^
Behind man it lies,
A magnificent ocean,
Quiet and deep as time—
His Heritage.
Down from dawn.
Filled
From the first touch
To great vegetable equations
Crossing and recrossing in the stream of time
It builds.
And all man knows,
All man has ever known
Is there.
Before he can go on he must know
Where they have fallen before.
Where they have gloriously conquered;
How it was done.
How it was undone;
And inevitably why.
Man must draw
Deeply
From that heritage
Before he can take a step.
And so.
Through it all he goes
Earnestly seeking,
Sifting for answers.
Sampling the Heritage;
Plodding the seemingly
Endless paths
Of those who have
Gone on;
Pausing in the
Endless reason
To wonder
Why it is . . .
What it holds
And as one goes, we all go;
As one seeks to find,
We grope with him.
Bound together by the plea from the past.
The pledge of the present,
And by the clarion
Challenge of the beyond.
And so it is
That we return
Always
To the beginning.
To the light.
And the promise of external experience
By which man finds his way
To the Horizon . . .
From Heritage
Through Hope.
—The 1960 Michiganenasian
went up to scout the situation for
John.
The first night I heard him, it
happened! He was the Messiah
John the B had been stressing. It
only took three visits for me to
transfer my membership!
Now I got closer into the inner
circle of Jesus and the disciples.
He took me into his confidence
and let me assist in the chores
around his sessions with the
multitudes. One night, after a
hard day, we had a talk that
changed my life.
He was sitting in some tall
grass leaning against a tree. He
had his sandals off dangling his
feet in the river and was chewing
on a long, fuzzy weed-one of his
favorite habits. The moonlight
twinkled in his eyes like sparks
from a camp fire.
I perched there by him and
talked of many things, he then
asked me if I had seen John
lately. I chuckled and said I
surely had. He was puzzled at my
attitude. I said: “Oh, he’s still
wearing his same old camel-hair
suit; living on bugs and honey;
and preaching blisters on his
throat.” Without looking, I felt
his eyes on me. I turned to meet
them straight on.
“Norton!” he said firmly.
“What?” I said squirmly.
“Just where do you think you’d
be if it had not been for John?”
“Back eating fruit and wat
ching the caution lamp,” I
replied.
Then he shish kebabed me! He
pointed out that the great temp
tation of the young idealist is to
find his Messiah, squat by him on
a riverbank, and make fun of his
forerunner!
Like the dirty old man on
Laugh-ln-l needed thatl When
the “Word-became-flesh”
became the “Truth-to-Norton,” I
started to grow up. I learned
from him how important it is to
sift the sawdust of heritage to
find the nuggets that make the
current moment take on any
worth at all. If I had not met John
the B, I would never have found
Jesus. I never saw John the B
again. In fact, I loved him more
deeply than ever before.
W
What of Jesus? I followed him
faithfully and more maturely
from that day on. I want to share
some of our encounters with
numerous folk you have met in
other gospels—Nicodemus,
Zachaeus, and others. The stories
V / A O 4 • will>appear each month on‘ »his-
page. You are invited to come
along. The style will be like me-
informal. Socks optional.
(Note from the Editor: Grady
Nutt is a professional entertainer
and writer from Louisville,
Kentucky. This article appeared
in the October 1971 publication of
The Student Campus Morals and
was supplied for publication in
The Smoke Signals by Carol
Byrum.)
Phi Theta Kappa Group Explained
PROF. DOUG EUBANK
Attends
Conference
ByJimHunter
On Saturday morning,
November 13, at 8:45, seven
members of Circle K set out for
Rocky Mount, N.C. to attend the
Capital-Eastern Regional
Training Conference, which was
held on the N.C. Wesleyan
College Campus. Upon their
arrival at 10:15 they were war
mly welcomed by the Carolinas’
District Governor and Lt.
Governor. Also the Immediate
Past Trustee for the Carolinas’
District was on hand to see that
all was in order.
The training conference was
divided into several topics that
were not lectures, rather they
were open discussions where the
individual club members shared
ideas and brought up questions in
areas that they were having
difficulties with. Some of the
topicsdiscussedwere: Philosophy
of Circle K, r’und-Raising
Projects, Help for Disadvantaged
Youths, Environment, Pollution
and Requirements for Mem
bership.
A112 o’clock the sessions were
adjourned for lunch in the
campus cafeteria. The choice of
meals was excellent in that they
served both roast beef and
chicken.
The lunch was followed by and
inspirational message presented
by the President of N.C.
Wesleyan College. He charged
each of those persons present to
be more than responsive, but to
also be more responsible person
willing to serve our fellow man.
The sessions got under way again
at 1 o’clock. The purpose of these
sessions was to reinforce each
person present as to the mission
of Circle K, which is to be of
sewice to the college and its
conununity.
At the close of the sessions and
the days’ activities, the members
headed back to the Chowan
College campus with a better
understanding of what Circle K is
all about.
Know
Your
Professor
By MARY TOWNSEND
The professor selected for
interview this week for “Getting
to Know Your Professor” is Doug
Eubank of the Department of
Fine Arts, and professor of art.
Mr. Eubank and his wife,
Molly, live at 413 Carolina Drive
here in Murfreesboro.
Before coming to Chowan, Mr.
Eubank attended Morehead State
University, in Morehead, Ken
tucky, for five years where he
took a double major in art and
industrial art. During the sum
mer he worked for Food Fair
Stores, Incorporated, Merrit
Island, Florida, then he went
back to Morehead and worked on
his masters and just graduated
last August.
His hobbies include camping,
traveling, listening to all dif
ferent kinds of music, to live and
enjoy life and, of course, art
work.
When asked how did he feel
about Chowan, he said that he
really liked it here. That the
teaching situation is better than
most colleges and working in the
art department with Craig
Greene is a real pleasure.
When asked what did he feel
about art as a career, he said that
nothing has excited him more
than art. As a career he always
wants to work with art, whether it
be commercial, an art consultant
or a teacher, just so it is in the
field of art.
The kinds of painting art work
that impress him is Im-
pressionest paintings. The colors
and the way the work is applied.
He also likes contemporary art.
Mr. Eubank feels that everyone
can do some type of art work, to
create art in their own manner.
He said it is like playing tennis,
you learn skills the more you
practice the better and the more
you can create in your work.
His wife, Molly, also does art
work. She has Bachelor in Arts,
in Arts. She does jobs on the side
besides being a housewife. She
has painted the Indian on the
floor of the gym, which is very
pretty.
Father Says
Few Care
About Son
By ROY MALONE
Associated Press Writer
ST. LOUIS (AP) — Denne
Bozikis doesn’t try to hide his
tears when he shows his soldier
son’s medals, awards and
scrapbooks. And he doesn’t try
to hide his anger, either.
He is disturbed because his
son Ron made the “ultimate
sacrifice” but that in his opin
ion few people seem to care.
He decided to make himself
heard.
The 51-year-old pie salesman
wrote an eight-page letter to
President Nixon, pouring out
his feelings and questioning
what has happened to Ameri
can values.
“My son did not want to die,
but just do his duty,” Bozikis
wrote. He urged Nixon not to
“back down” in Vietnam.
“All I got back was a little
card,” he said, “a couple of
lines. I’m sure Nixon didn’t see
it.”
Now he’s sent another letter
to Nixon and a recorded ballad
telling of 22-year-old Green
Beret S. Sgt. Ronald H. Bozikis
who “fought to keep men free.”
Ron was killed on his 26th
and last scheduled mission. His
squad was ambushed Oct. 25,
1969.
Denne and his wife Jeanne,
who have five other children,
scraped up $1,250 to have the
song, “A Fearless Soldier,”
recorded and 2,000 copies
made. Jeanne wrote the lyrics.
“I’m not trying to make mon
ey from this record. “I just
want recognition for my son. I
pinned all my hopes on him ...
“... Some will then be chosen
for higher privilege. The studies
which they pursued without order
in their early years will now be
brought together, and the
students will see the relationship
of these studies to one another
and to truth.”
“Yes,” he said. “That is the
only kind of knowledge which
takes lasting root.”
Plato, The Republic
Phi Theta Kappa was born in
1918, at a meeting of Missouri
Junior College presidents who
were seeking to form an
organization that recognized
superior students.
Membership in Phi Theta
Kappa is conferred on those
junior college students who have
“established academic ex
cellence ..Initiates must have
completed at least one term or
semester, of junior college work,
must be judged of good moral
character, must possess qualities
of good citizenship, and have
obtained an over all grade
average of a “B”.
Since its founding Phi Theta
States. Kapp, at Chowan College has
The emblem of Phi Theta elected the following officers:
Kappa is a golden key. Across the president, Jim Hunter; Vice
center is a black band upon which president, Kenny Lundquist;
theGreekletters“Phi,”“Theta,” secretary, Patsy Copeland;
and “Kapp” appear. Behind the treasurer, Robin Andrews,
band is a wreath of oak and laurel reporter, Debbie Faulkner and
leaves, denoting strength and Mr. Carl Simmons as advisor.
Kappa has been the only National leadership above it is the head of At the end of the 1971 Fall
honor society for American Athena, symbolizing wisdom, semester the members of the Iota
junior colleges. After leaving Below the band are the three Delta chapter will be Marching
junior college life, its members letters symtx)lizing the Greek for new members to initiate In the
have obtained success at four- mystic words phronimon. Spring semester. The
year colleges and universities Thuemos and Katharotcs qualifications they will be looking
and in all fields of professional (wisdom, aspiration, purity.) for are those which have been
life. The colors of Phi "nieta Kappa previously stated.
The constitution states that the are blue, for scholarship, and Education does not mean
purpose of Phi Theta Kappa is gold, for purity. These colors teaching what they do not know ..
promotion of scholarship, appear in the ribbons of the . it is a painful, continual, and
development of leadership and Membership Certificate and on difficult work to be done by
service, and cultivation of other fraternity insignia.
The Iota Delta chapter, a
division of the National Phi Theta
fellowship among students of
junior colleges in the United
kindness, by watching, by
warning, by precept, and by
praise, but above all
example.—Ruskin
by
Boy Joins Country Music Corner
Army At
By NANCY SHIPLEY
Associated Press Writer
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) -
Just two years ago, there was
not a single female singer in
the top 10 on the country music
charts. Loretta Lynn, Jeannie
C. Riley, Tammy Wynette and
Lynn Anderson were the only
females listed in Billboard
Magazine’s top 30 in the coun
try field.
But as the song says, “the
times are a diangin’...”
With women’s liberation mov
ing forward on many fronts,
country music has hit the
treble ranges right along with
“I was questioned quite a few ‘I’®''® tor. Three highly successful fe
mes about mv aee and eot "^mes as men s m
arp Mif;s Ri-
14 Years
By KRISTIN GOFF
Associated Press Writer
BERWYN HEIGHTS, Md.
(AP) — At 14, Jimmy Evans
felt he was man enough to join
the Army. So he did.
Five months later, the slen
der high school freshman was a
graduate infantry paratrooper
with three medals and all but
booked for assignment to Viet
nam with the Army’s elite
Green Berets.
surge in the women’s ranks in
part to country music’s “com
ing out of the woods” feeling.
“There are just a lot more
gals now who’ve decided to try
to make it in country music —
and succeeded,” Wendell says.
“Years back maybe there
were restrictions on their travel
and where they could play.
Hiey’re more accepted at func
tions, there are more doors
open,” he says. “Maybe the
duet syndrome has had some
part in it too,” he adds.
Billboard says the fact that
more and more female writers
have come on the country mu
sic scene is also an obvious fac-
the weekly chartes.
Grand Ole Opry manager E.
W. (Bud) Wendell says that
something few people realize
today is that there were no
girls in country music for many
years.
“Then Kitty Wells came
along and later Patsy Cline,
and plowed new territory,”
Wendell says.
“Nowadays you just can’t
pick up the charts without
seeing a bunch of girls’
names.”
Fifteen of the 60 acts on the
Opry roster this year are wom
en or include women.
Elsewhere on the inter
national front, several female
newcomers such as Anne Mur
ray are ooming on strong, l^i§?„ citment started to,begin.
Murray, a Canadian school
teacher, first hit the charts last
year with the song, “Snow
bird.”
Female singers who have
consistently been on the coun
try music charts this year
other than Miss Anderson, Miss
Lynn, Miss Riley, Miss Wells
and Miss Wynette, are Dolly
Parton, Sammi Smith, Connie
Smith, Skeeter Davis, Susan
Raye, Jody Miller, Barbara
Mandrell, Diana Trask, Jeannie
Seeley, Jean Shepard, Dottie
West, June Carter, Wanda
Jackson and Peggy Little —
among a host of others
And the new female singers
such as Anne Christine and
Tracey Nelson are being heard the stairs, it was so dark and she
into a few fights over it,” Jim
my said in an interview.
“I remember one guy who
said I looked too young to be in
the Army and that I should be
home with my mother. I hit
him.
“They stopped hassling me
after that,” Jimmy said.
The youth’s brief but promis
ing Army career ended last
summer at Ft. Benning, Ga.,
when a routine security check
discovered he had falsified his
birth certificate to enlist.
He was put to work in the
base supply depot until the
Army could arrange for his
honorable discharge on Aug. 25.
“Jim told me that one of the
reasons he decided to go into
the service was that he knew if
he stayed in sdiool, he’d get
into trouble,” said his widowed
mother, Mrs. Eve Evans.
“He just wanted to prove that
he could be man enough to go
into the Army and serve.”
Now back to his studies at
Parkdale High School in this
Washington, D.C., suburb, Jim
my enjoys talking about his
short Army hitch and looks for
ward to the day when he’s old
enough to “re-enlist.”
“Everybody at school knows
about it,” Jinmiy said. “They
don’t kid me at all, though.
They kind of look up to me a
little bit, I guess.”
Army spokesmen will make
no official comment on Jim
my’s case, but they do confirm
his record.
A week after the youth en
listed here last March, he was
sent to Ft. Dix, N.J., for basic
training. There, he picked up
two medals for his expertise on
the rifle and grenade ranges.
After basic, Jimmy moved on
to Ft. Polk, La., for advanced
infantry training with the 11th
Charlie Company.
“It was pretty funny because
we were all out on bivouac cel
ebrating what everyone thought
was my 18th birthday,” Jimmy
recalled. “It was a big deal.
You know—the 18th is supposed
to be important.”
Jimmy never revealed his
true age to anyone, even his tion kilned at protecting tlie
closest Army buddies. rights and culture of American
But in his youthful zeal, he Indians,
did jump the gun in getting a its largest such move to
paratrooper’s tattoo — a para- (jate on behalf of American In
chute and wings — put on his jiang^ the foundation an-
left shoulder. nounced Tuesday that it would
His instructors at Ft. Ben- gjye the money to the Native
ning, called “black hats,” view- American Rights Fund, of Boul-
ed it as a serious violation of jer, Colo,
protocol. xhe organization was estab-
“The black hats hassled me ijghed last year as a national
quite a bit about it,” Jimmy project of The California Indian
said. “You’re not supposed to Legal Services, but is now inde-
get one until you’re a para- pendent.
trooper.” McGeorge Bundy, president
On Aug. 13, Jimmy won the Qf the Ford Foundation and for-
right to the wings and para- njgr White House aide, said the
chute already tattooed on his grant was being made “in the
shoulder when he completed his conviction that the law can be-
jump training. come a bridge between two cul-
His next stop was to have jures — the Indian and the
been assignment to Vietnam white.
with the Green Berets, but the xhe NARF is seeking protec-
routine security check run on (jon of Indian land rights and
all Special Forces candidates claims to other natural re
tripped him up. sources;
Jimmy said the company
commander called him into his
office and asked “Evans, how
old are you?”
“I said, ‘Eighteen, sir.’
ley. Miss Lynn and Miss Par
ton.
Wendell thinks it is signifi
cant to note that two record la
bels have been launched by
girls.
I believe it was Jeannie C.
Riley’s ‘Harper Valley’ that
started Shelby Singleton's Plan
tation Records on its way. And
Sammie Smith launched Mega
Records. She readily found a
monster in ‘Help Me Make It
Through the Ni^t.’”
Wendell points out that a new
years ago, a label wouldn’t
have risked its initial entry
with a girl singer. And he cites
the staying power of estab
lished vocalists like Connie
Smith, Dottie West, Tammy
Wynette, Loretta Lynn and
Skeeter Davis.
“We’re blessed with so many
pretty girl singers now,” Wen
dell smiles.
He sums it all up by saying
that country music is “moving
forward in many areas, in the
same way that we’re accepted
now from Carnegie Hall and
the Ixindon Paladium to bars to
school houses to troops.”
A Night in Belle Hall
By MARY TOWNSEND
Last Friday night in Belk Hall
was so unbelievable that I
decided to write of the funny
situation that occurred.
It all began when two Mur
freesboro policemen walked into
Belk Hall and reported that a
prisoner had just escaped from
the Chowan football game. Ex-
After the policeman left, no one
walked down the halls of the
dorm by theirself, there were at
least two people if not more,
walking together.
When 12:00 came the doors
were locked and people started to
begin to settle down, even though
they were scared.
There were four people in the
lounge, all watching TV, a
midnight movie of Dracula. As
they were watching the movie,
scared, thinking of the convict,
everything was quiet.
One of the students was on first
floor and decided to come up the
front stairs, the stairs that leads
into the second floor lounge.
As the student was coming up
from and remembered.
Billboard says most record
producers generally agree on
the reason: There are more
good songs available for girl
singers today.
Wendell attributes the up-
$1.2 Million
Grant To
Aid Indians
NEW YORK (AP) — A three-
year, $1.2 million grant has
been awarded by the Ford
Foundation to help fund litiga-
couldn’t see and she tripped on
the stairs. The girls watdiing TV
heard the fall and all knew that it
was the prisoner who escaped.
The girls screamed their loudest.
One girl had a jar of tea and a
glass in her hand. She started
running to the door. She just
threw them on the floor and got
them out of hand, so she could
open the door.
The student who was coming up
the stairs got scared .at liearing
the glass break and she ran back
the way she came. One of the
girls slipped in water and fell as
she ran to get help.
The Head Residen's husband,
hearing the scream and gla.ss
breaking, came into the second
floor lounge to see what was
wrong. In the meantime, a girl
who was talking on the phone
heard the scream and ran down
the hall. When she opened the
door, there stood the Assistant
Resident’s husband. She
screamed, thinking he was the
escaped prisoner.
When everyone decided what
had happened, everyone just
laughed. One of the girls .staled
that the girls dorm was the most
dangerous place for an escaped
prisoner or burglar to come to,
especially Belk Hall.
The Bombing
I am writing this column at 4
A.M. while sitting in a waiting
room at New York Hospital.
Inside, about 50 feet away, my
three-year-old daughter, Jodi, is
sleeping in a crib with both of her
hands tied to her sides to keep her
from touching the 100 stiches she
has in her face. You see, Jodi
made a terrible mistake a few
hours ago. Almost a fatal
mistake.
She trusted the world of
grownups.
Like a million other three-year-
olds all over the world, she took
her mother’s hand and walked
with her to go out and play in the
park. They walked past a
building where a young militant
had just placed a 15-inch pipe
bomb. I guess it was bad timing
on Jodi’s part because she passed
the building at the same time the
bomb went off.
The blast sent a rain of jagged
glass into her tiny face. Now we
all know that the militant didn’t
set out to injure Jodi. No. What he
was looking for was “justice.”
My little girl just got in his way.
And I’m sure that some people
will tell you that Jodi being a
three-year-old member of the
establishment was at fault.
Because when a man is looking
for “justice” or looking to right
the wrongs of the world with a
bomb it’s your fault if you get in
his way. The Mark Rudds of this
world will tell you that the man
who placed the bomb that went
off in Jodi’s face was merely
defending himself from society.
A total of 98,183,000 persons
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The commander replied, papers every day, according to merely choosmg his way to be
“Evans, you’re a Uar. I have a 1970 study by the research heard and hstened to^
proof that you’re 15.” firm of W. R. Simmons. This is The ^V^gela I^^^ises of the
“So I just said, ‘Son of a 78 per cent of the population 18 world might tell you that thre^
gun.’” years of age or older. year-old Jodi is just paying
“dues” for several hundred > ears
of oppression.
The Eldridge Cleavers uf this
world might tell you that Jodi is
only an early casualty of the war
hat’s coming between races. As 1
said before, there arc a lot of
people who can give you a ot of
good reasons, they say, for
throwing bombs, and killing cops,
and burning and rioting, and
looting, and hating.
Just before I sat down to write
this I walked into Jodi's room to
check and see if she was asleep. I
guess I made a little too much
noise and 1 woke her. She smiled
with her ripped up lips and said,
“Daddy, I ran and 1 fell."
You see, Jodi being only three
doesn't know what a bomb is or
what it does. She still thinks she
fell and cut herself. For a
second,! wanted to explain to her
what had happened and then I
realized how ridiculous it was
and so I did something I haven’t
done since I was a little kid. I
cried.
How do you explain a bomb to a
three-year-old kid?
How do you tell a kid that a
man took dynamite and buckshot
and made a bomb that blew up
and ripped your face? He did it in
the name of “justice” and
“freedom.”
How do you explain?
Maybe the Mark Rudds or
Angela Davises or Eldridge
Cleavers of this world can ex
plain to Jodi why her face had to
be ruined this morning in the
name of ‘‘justice."
Because, God knows, 1 can't.
By Jerry Della Femina
Submitted By
Norman Eddleton