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Page 2 THE WESLEYAN DECREE Wednesday, Sept. 18, 1963 Editorials What’s In A Name? Hello! My nanae is John Doe. What’s Yours? No doubt a familiar ringing sound around Wesleyan this week. You thought your senior year in high school was a busy and hectic time. Why, with grad uation and parties and . . . but wait, until you get into the rut of your first semester in college: last year will seem like a week of sun-bathing at the beach by comparison. Some October day when you have three quizzes and 200 pages of English Lit. coming up the next morning, a roommate with a complicated love life, a little laundry to do, less money and an exasperating headache, you’ll know the desperation of collegiate existence, and the rea son why all the seniors have that “harrassed look.” What fun! One major “orientation” problem left unsettled and seldom, if ever, discussed during Orientation Week is that of, as Epictetus said, “Choosing the best life, for habit makes it pleasant.” It’s not a matter of escaping from pressures, of trying to re turn to the ease of life in a baby carriage, but of finding some sure center of decision within, by which you can either say “yes” or “no” with integrity. Some men do not fail, they just give up trying. The most important dimension of our education is that of finding ourselves, the nub, the core, the distinctive thing that makes up unique personalities. And we will find ourselves—perhaps in college, per haps not—by finding what object of love, what cen ter of value is worth giving ourselves to. It is said “Where your treasure is, there shall your heart be also,” and it means just that: you ARE what you treasure! WELCOME FRESHMEN! Iw The Decree’s Place As the 1963-64 academic year begins, so another year for The Wesleyan Decree begins. We feel that this, our paper, plays an itnportant part in the de velopment of our college. In many instances a per son first sees our campus through the Decree, since over 600 copies are distributed not only in North Carolina but in surrounding states. There are several areas in which we feel a good newspaper must place emphasis. These are. With honesty and accuracy cover the news. Name the na/nes, keep the reader informed, whatere the issue. ^ Entertain vigorous, constructive ideas. Seek always the truth. Let the paper be the voice of the community. Energetically separate the worthwhile from the worthless. Adhere to the cannons of good journalism. We, thse staff, have set these standards, and The Wesleyan Decree is operated according to these policies. This is a free society and therefore, no out side censorship either from the administration or the Methodist Church exists. We are, of course, ex pected to evidence responsible journalism. With this freedom we have tried to be responsible. We seek to bend to no element. This is our policy and our paper. College Is Many Things As you drove along the pine-fringed campus drive, little did you realize the meaning of becoming a col lege freshman. You will come to think of it, we feel, as one ofthe most/ruitful years you will experience, for your first year will supply the keys necessary for you to open the doors leading to wisdom and know ledge. College is many things, as you soon will discover— empty fountain pens . . . tons of clean, white paper . . . exasperating professors . . . gallons of stiff, black coffee . . . red eyes and late hours . . . rules and housemothers . . . spaghetti on Tuesdays . . . mad scrambles to the post office . . . tired hands and sore feet . . . call downs . . . dorm pranks . . . books to read, read, I'ead . . . questions without answers . . . serious talks . . . sharing thoughts . . . writing themes . . . voting . . . singing . . . worship . . . baseball . . . confusion and touches of rebellion . . . unexpect ed praise and defeat . . . decisions . . . teiTTi papers . . . laughter . . . friendship . . . newspapers . . , dances . . . fellowship . . . And as this year moves on out of this kaleidoscope there emerges a pattern, a sense of belonging, new insights, the discovery of truths, and the secure knowledge that in four years the same doors that you once stood before, in awe and expectation, will have been opened wide by your own efforts and progress, and you will stand ready to greet the future. (Reprinted from the September 19, 1963 Wesleyan Decree) LITTLE MAN ON CAMPUS iwmi' c 5 c--— Quit Woi^^iN' a^out what xinp of a coui^^e it \el WITH A LINE TH16' LONG iT^U^T '^NAF'. " From The Desk Of The President It is trite to say “Welcome, we are happy to have you!” This should be evident when the en tering student looks about to see the tangible, physical prepara tion made for his entrance. 1 am reminded, in all the con fusion and excitement of regis tration, that not all who are in vited to share in this excitement come to share in the educational feast that has been prepared. In a parable of our Lord he tells of the host who has pre pared a great feast, then sends for the invited guests and they all with one accord begin to make excuses for not sharing in the feast. Some say, “I must be busy about the purchase of my cattle and I cannot spare the time.” Another wants to examine some new land to expand his holdings, yet another cannot come be^ cause he has taken a toride and does not wish to leave the festi vities (surrounding this great event. On the surface these seem to be good excuses, but each was pleading a prior interest to avoid the spiritual banquet. I always hope that those students for whom we have prepared, that have been invited to share in the academic feast, will come with great appetite. Too frequently there are those who have more interest in the festivities, in the social activi ties, in the peripetetic bridge game, and they beg to be ex cused from a “tough” course, then withdraw from the art of study, then forget the path to the library, then “sleep in” when classes get too regular. Christ indicated what happen ed to the banquet. The master of the feast sends his servants into the highway and hedges to find those who are h-jngry and will welcome those who wiU come, and they harvest the benefits of the earlier prepara tion. Academically, the intelligent may cheat themselves by mak ing excuses while those who are willing enjoy the educational feast. The acceptance or rejec tion is your elective. During Orientation Week you recall the story told of the con versation between the father and the unborn son. The little lad didn’t Want to be bom into the world as his father had pre pared it. The father first told of all the physical preparation made for this long desired son. “I have purchased the finest layette, the best cradle, I even have a baseball and glove for you . . . just your size.” Finally the son assured the father he was interested in a better world and they agreed they would work together to a1> tain this better world. Only then did the lad agree to come into his father’s world. The trustees have made pre paration for the best possible physical world into which you may ibe invited academically. You will enjoy the beautiful new surroundings and though oc casionally some things have not et been provided, you can enjoy watching them grow as you study. The administration and facul ty have planned a strong cur- riculiun based upon their sound knowledge, the growing library, and enlarged course offerings. The library and study facilities are available with growing schedules. Many more tangible evidences of this preparation could be cited. You must be wOIing to be “born into” this educational world. You can refuse and aU our labor will be in vain. You can accept the invitation to come into this) world and to gether we can make yours a better life and ours a better world. As the lord of the feast said in his invitation, “Come, for all things are now ready,” we wel come you as we share in this academic feast. Open Letter Dear Sis; Thanks for the letter you typ ed on the station’s typewriter and time. Glad to hear that . . . The biggest gripe I have about people my age and your age is- that they have no convictions. ITiat’s right NONE. You probab ly don’t even know what con victions means along with aU your buddies at school. School age people Uke yourself ibelieve in nothing when it comes down to it. They bend with the social wind. One day it blows left, they bend left, tomorrow it blows the other way, they bend again. Of course I’m generalizing but it’s true mostly. I’m right where I’m reminded of my need for conviction everyday. (NAAS Whitging Field, Milton, Fla.) Why do I risk my young butt everyday? Because I believe in the principles upon which our fathers founded this country and I believe in those millions who have died since defending those principles. That’s why I’m here. It’s not because I like to go way up into the air! Although that too. The sophomores at school were always the best for out spokeness and resisting social pressure. But by the time you’re a senior, you could care les>s. You wiU hear senior boys (not men) bragging about dodging the draft as if it was an ad mirable feat. That makes me boil. I could forget I’m an of ficer and a gentleman, I’m not saying you should be a rebel. Negative. I’m saying most col lege people are afraid to sing he national anthem in public for fear of ridicule, afraid to speak when they think oppositely to the crowd, are not concerned with being the Casper Milk toasts that they are. Big Brother’s love Registration Day By JAMES R. LAYTON Hurry up aind wait. Stand in line; talk, smoke. Registration day-bad day. “Are my cards complete?” “Am I taking the right courses” Everyone suffers: Teachers, students, workers, Why? The lines are long. People fatigue and 'sleep. Smiles are seldom seen. The day is monotonous. Classes are filled. Courses aren’t offered. People break line. Teachers take breaks. Why? Your card is wrong, You stop to correct it. People pass you by. Your pen doesn’t work. Your socks are sweaty. You are uncomfortable. The line moves slowly. People seem unfriendly. Why? The sun fades away. Things are complete. You’ve won the battle. You can lean back now. Comfort exists. Only fun remains. People smile. Friendliness is reborn. Why? Olljf iiffilfgait Sfrm Official Student Newspaper of North Carolina Wesleyan College. Printed bi-weckly in Nashville, N. C. SI MEMBER EDITOR Winni Stine ASSISTANT EDITOR Libby Wallace BUSINESS MANAGER Vann Massey ADVERTISING MANAGER Bruce Sharer
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