^bvEf-BER L 1968
The N.C. Essay
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And now for all you weary, worrisome,/[
freaked-out friends at NCSA, we off-I I
er words of wisdom b y the \ \
Rev. R. S. Cassady, hoping that you
too will find contentment. Remember x
the light joyous heart never frets."y^v
By Rev. R.
DON’T FRET!
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S. Cassady
All nature is op
posed to fretting. The stars are
bright above us, and the flowers
beautiful beneath us to gladden us
with their brightness and beauty.
With all the varied appointments of
the natural world, and they are man
fold, to minister to our joy and
comfort, what else than an ingrate
to heaven is the person who corrodes
his or her life with fretful cares
and consuming anxieties? Every flo
wer that blooms, every stream that
ripples, every bird that sings en
ters its protest, and pronounces
against the monstrous Ingratitude of
such a character. And yet thousands,
with God's bright, smiling hea
vens over their heads, pass their
days in fretting over the little
troubles and annoyances of life.
With so many things in the world to
yield them enjoyment, and with so
little to take away from their hap
piness, they are nevertheless
wretched and miserable from the mere
habit of fretting.
Life has its trials and dis
appointments, it is true; but what
are these compared to its manifold
blessings? And even these are a
positive good to those who have the
philosophy to conquer or endure them
as the case may be. All true happi
ness is conditioned on goodness and
virtue, and these imply the conquest
of the difficulties in the way of
our happiness. But the greatest
proportion by far of the unhappiness ^
of the race results from imaginary, (P /
unreal evils — evils that exist
only in the brain and nowhere else.
Literally true of thousands are the
words of Burns
"VJhen no real ills perplex them
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themselves to
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They make enou'
vex them."
DON’T FR|:t' All reason* all philo
sophy is against it. If adversi
ties and disappointments come, they ,
come in the order of a beneficent/‘^ j
Providence, and we should bear them.
They spring not from the ground, buti
have a kindly, heaven-sent mission
to us. And if we may not conquet
them - and what may not be conquered
by a brave spirit and nobel action,^
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Art by Lp^ma Frady
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AAMCSHCWJUNK?
The exhibition in the gallery
has all of the characteristics,good
and bad, that one always finds in an
open show. Many of the works should
not be in a state organization which
calls Itself the Associated Artists
of North Carolina. Clearly, many of
the works are by nice ladies, wrong
numbers people, and those school
teachers whose claim to a position
in the public schools is that they
teach Art. It is hard to imagine
how some of our school administrators
could continue to employ a person
whose production is of such low
quality. It is obvious that these
people are not dedicated artists who
labor to perfect their craft.
Fortunately, many works in the
exhibition are not country-fair
quality paintings, and one looking
closely will see that perhaps twenty
works exhibited have been done by
real artists and not amateurs. It
is interesting that the first prize
winner is eighteen, and the honor
able mention^ winner is not much
older. Both are from the N. C.
School of the arts: Luciano Addis
and Dextgr Benedict. Two more of
students, Loma Frady and Richard
Watkins show considerable talent and
vitality in their painting. Mr.
Clifford Earl, whose rocking-fish
nearly fills the front hall, has
really provided the exhibition with
its most ambitious and craftsman
like work.
Mr. Sauer, the judge of the ex
hibition, who is himself a painter
of considerable stature and a teach
er of long experience, complained
about the flood of junk that he was
expected to judge. However, he did
admit that from this exhibition a
very fine show could have been
assembled. What is your opinion?
we can, at least, endure them. Like
the oak of the forest of the flower
of the field, we can bend before the
storm, and be all the stronger and
nobler for it. Storms are not the
general order of the natural world;
they come only ever and anon. So
with the real trials of life; they
come only now and then, and, when
they do come, we should meet them
with patience and philosophy. To
sit down and fret in the hour of
darkness and trial is to reveal a
weak and cowardly spirit; to do so
is an absolute reproach to any head
or heart. Then is the time for
action and heroism: then
"It is Godlike to
unloose The spirit and
forget ourselves in
thought; And, in the
very fetters of our
flesh, Mating with the
pure essence of heaven."
DON’T FRET! Nothing is more ,
unprofitable than fretting. All
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