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N.C. ESSAY
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1974
A RESPONSIBLE STUDENT NEWSPAPER
Ring In The New
The N.C. Essay is now under new management. First of all, we would like to thank Mr.
Bill King for his time and energy involved as advisor for the paper since the fall of 1972.
Next, we would like to explain the change - why it took place and its intended result.
Due to students’ general dissatisfaction with the N.C. Essay and after complaints were
made to SCA, student council formed a committee to evaluate the situation. The Essay’s
being handled through a iournalism class had a stifling effect for many students. So it
was decided that there was a need for the paper to become a total student publication.
We encourage everyone - students, staff, faculty, and administrators - to contribute
any suggestions or material for publication they may have. Letters to the editor are
welcome.
Also, anyone who desires to join the staff is greatly needed. Come by the office
(Seminar A, 'Commons Bldg.)any Sunday or Wednesday between 1:00 and 3:30. All
contributions wiU be considered. Whether they will be published or not will depend on
their quality and available space in the Essay. Our only ruling on censorship states,
“Matter not in the realm of good journalism or good taste will not be published in the
N.C. Essay.”
We pledge to be fair and accurate. All material will be thoroughly researched and must
have factual backing. If it is an opinion, it will be labeled as such or will be classified as
an editorial.
Reviews within the school are, of course, a touchy matter. If a student within the
department giving a performance does a review, he fears offending his friends or his
dean. However, if the review is written by a student from another department, he is felt
by many to be unqualified. Also, since the Essay is only a monthly publication, a review
is usually out-of- date before publication. Most students have already formed their own
opinion if they went, and those who did not attend aren’t interested anyway, or have
already heard other students’ opinions.
Therefore, after much discussion, we have decided to rarely, if ever, print reviews of
sdiool ix’oductions. We feel the need is greater to report on the work that leads up to the
performance and to convey what the students have learned from the experience. It is our
hope that this may help stimulate more students to attend performances given in an arts
area other than their own.
Master Classes
The [K'esent master class situation is definitely unjustifiable from a student point of
view. Such expenditure merely for recruiting could, it seems, be put to much more
worthwhile use in scholarships or more practice rooms to hold us over until the com-
I^etion of the Workplace, an even bigger gripe of instrumentalists, if the music depart
ment is to receive such a large portion of the school budget.
Yet, if master classes are truly beneficial to the students toward whom they are most
directly aimed, it would seem unfair that wind, brass, and percussion students do not get
this advantage while string students do. After all, we all pay the same tuition and expect
equal training.
It does seem true that an inadequate number of non-string students would actually
be able to benefit from this high level of training enough to justify the cost. This brings up
the questions: Are the string students actually prepared for this training, while others
are not? and Do the guest artists in strings attract enough students not on financial aid to
justify the cost, even for recruiting?
If the guest artists in strings do attract enough students to justify the cost, and, of
course, for winds this situation is not present, then Philip Dunigan’s proposal seems to be
a logical conclusion. Students who are advanced enough would get the stimulation, ex
perience and special training they deserve and could benefit from. Perhaps even some
over-anxious students who have‘the money could go.
With future plans for more even distribution within the department, it would seem
possible for the wind, brass and percussion master class money to be awarded to help
those deserving students who could not otherwise afford the trip.
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Fiction: The New Lord
By JOHN F. WILSON
There was an odd sort of hatred in
Delina which produced, in others, the
thought that she was deeply in love. It
was easy to be aware of her emotions, but
impossible to tell where they were
directed. She laughed and cried, spoke
and listened without affecting anyone.
Delina had the most beautUul nature.
As a young man of eighteen, in the year
2325, I had listened to her marvelous
beliefs of the New Lord. Now, five years
later, I revisited the church where she
spoke periodically.
The corridor leading into Self-Creation
Hall of Ourself Perfectionist Church was
a continual interplay of softly colored
li^ts reflected by hundreds of mirrors.
The mirrors floated in a current of
transparent liquid enclosed in clear-
cocoon-shaped walls. The mood of the
corridor reflected the constant state of
with me. In the presence of Delina and
the congregation, however, it seemed to
continue faster and faster. There was no
end to it. When Delina had finished her
proclamations, the process continued
silently.
I had not spoken to Delina since my
departure for Creative Training five
years ago. When she had finished
speaking, I wanted to tell her that I had
met a former perfectionist of hers during
training. Instead, I decided to visit the
Hall of Significant Art.
The artists were the most perfect
creators ever. Within their art the beliefs
and values continually changed, each one
superceding another in the process. As I
walked through the room of music, my
head was fiU^ with incredible mixtures
of tone and silence being created by
Puzdan Fortnish. I could have listened to
Thanks
Thanks to Mrs. Artom for her latest project to make our campus more pleasant. She
collected funds from faculty and students to reupholster the furniture in the lounge area
of the Commons Well. We hope'the students will show their appreciation and keep this
area clean.
• • •
Thanks to all the students who gave to the Northwest African Relief Fund. With SCA
matching student contributions, we were able to donate $170. It was requested that our
money be used for medical care, such as immunization against disease, which is one of
the biggest problems a nation must cope with during a drought.
During the only rainy season this year, the rain was not sufficient to prevent this
tragedy from reoccurring. If you are interested in making another contribution, see
Michael Freed.
Editor: Crystal Potter
Managing Editor: Sonny Linder Art Editor: Amy Salganik
Copy Editor: Robin Dreyer Staff Advisors: BiU and M’Lou Bancroft
alteration which was proclaimed in all
diurches to be the natural and desirable
state of humanity. At the end of toe
corridor I entered Self- Creation Hall. On
this Sunday the Hall was designed in the
shape of a gigantic heart. It created a
warm, compassionate atmosphere with
its walls of mattressed air. The
congregation was seated within it by 9:00
A.M. at which time Delina walked to the
center of the Hall to deliver her
proclamations.
Delina was an excellent speaker and
highly regarded for her ability to change
ideas several times within one
paragraph. The congregation par
ticipated silently as Delina created new
beliefs and reiterated her own useful
ones of the New Lord.
“Hate cannot be disposed of,” she
proclaimed, “but it can be made inef
fective when its direction is continually
changing.” A few sentences later, she
made the same statement about love. She
denied the existence of anything eternal
and proclaimed, “The New Lord is the
force of change.”
As she spoke, I created new beliefs of
my own. TTie process caused me to alter
several other beliefs. It was nothing
unusual. The force of change was always
his marvelous creations for hours, but I
decided to continue in the room of visual
art for I had heard that there was an
astonishing creation by the genius
Plumpint there. As I walked into the
room I was surprised to see no process of
creation at all taking place. In fact, the
room was barren except for one hideous
white light pointed towards the center of
the room where a stable mount supported
a very odd looking work of art. As I
walked towards it, l thought that the
work was intended by Plumpint to
portray a walk-in joke, and at any
moment I expected a process of visual
art would begin from this nothingness.
But when I reached the work of art, it had
not changed. I noticed the title, “Ethics:
1970 A.D.” I found myself stunned as I
stood in front of this two-dimensional
object painted on only one plane. It never
changed. The lines, forms, and colors
were all stable. It was grotesque far
beyond my understanding. The
uneasiness that this object created within
me forced me to leave. I went back to the
church, hoping to speak with Delina.
John F. Wilson is a college student here
majoring in guitar.