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THE DEGREE
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1976
Soul Preservation
There are certain events that
evolve themselves into an ex-,
perience one will cherish and
reflect upon for the rest of all
natural days. The first such
gem of my life was Kissing
Karen Vranizan in the sixth
grade. As my tastes and
interests progressed so did the
magnitude of my truly solid
recollections. Kissing Karen
New Course
Ottered
By BILL RAWLINS
A new course will be offered
this semester in the humanities
department. Its title is “Ele
mentary Greetings.” For those
students who are unable to
respond to such complex
greetings as “Hi” or “HeUo”,
this course is a must. After just
a few weeks, the students
should be able to learn a few
simple hand gestures or even
possibly learn how to respond
with such a complicated state
ment as “How are you?” or “I
am fine.” Progress cannot be
expected in all students as this
is a difficult course. Hopefully,
by the end of the semester,
most students will be able to
reply to expressions such as
“How are things today?” with a
response such as “okay.” Sign
up today.
The Executioner
y
he just don’t know
the vingence which awaits
yet its there
and boy will he be sorry
When all the world seems to
have lost all meaning
as a book without a plot
cries
with
one
he
may
would warn
and when he
hopelessness
and pain
there will be no
turn to for help
if only someone
him
only the executioner knows
which keeps his plan to himself
pain, blood, guts, and tears will
flow
when this catastrophic fate
occurs
the world has stopped turning
for him it will never start again
he has net his fate . . .
the executioner has completed
his job
he must now go into exile
and wait until another victim
comes along
who will it be . . .
By FRANK ’76
CAMPAIGN GROUP
The Senate on Feb. 7, 1973,
established the Select Com
mittee on Presidential Cam
paign Activities.
SLA TAPE
The Symbionese Liberation
Army on Feb. 7, 1974, in a
tape sent to a Berkeley,
Calif., radio station claimed
responsibility for kidnaping
Patty Hearst.
Vranizan in the eleventh grade,
buying my only automobile,
wrecking it, meeting Ronald
McDonald, and having my pic
ture taken in front of the home
of Euell Gibbons.
I weaseled into the gym last
Tuesday not really knowing
where I’d wind up, but I was
ready for some nice jazz. What
I received instead was a body
full of boogie, a smile, and a lot
of selffulfillment.
The Preservation Hall Jazz
Band was wonderful in their
outward appearance, but with
in the befitting uniform of
white on black, seven holy
magicians opened to the world
an energetic transfer to the
roots of our existence that
overpowered and fascinated
even the most inhibited viewer.
The sets were tight and the
musicians fed off the crowd’s
intensive response. I will not
comment on the technical phas
es of the performance, for the
integrity of the music speaks
for itself.
I was pleased with the age
integratted audience which
responded as a body, though
some of us could frenzy our
selves to higher stages of ap
preciation, being less inhibited
then a grayhaired, starry-eyed
Rocky Mount native.
There were a few mounters
who were no doubt surprised if
not dismayed at the overall
physical acrobatics displayed
by Wesleyan students. I was
steaming pleased with the in-
Hot To Trott
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shoulders. You all deserve a
nice comfortable rest. Take it
easy, do nothing but enjoy.
For those of you who don’t
have a mother who will console
you with some welcome tidings,
the above paragraph was for
your benefit. So take this
wonderful advice in hand to
have and to hold till next week
when we are all back here in
this together. Live your week
of freedom to its max.
From all of us, have a
wonderful time, whatever
you’re doing. Just remember,
your guardian angel is aware of
your existence.
Two Ladies
Lovely Miss Pettycat
A Lady of Etiquette
Sits’ down to tea for two
Her partner of opposites
Joins and deposits her fanny
with much a do.
This other dame Lolly
Finds it so jolly to slurp
on her tea for two
And Lovely Miss Pettycat
Losing all Etiquette clips
poor Lolly with a terrible boot.
“Why can’t you be ladylike”
Screams the Duchess of Savcor-
pike
as she tears at her hair
by the ample.
“I try and I try, but it
seems so damn dry and I simply
can’t find an example.”
By JAN WILSON
crease rowdiness of my contem-
pories until we finally suc
ceeded in blowing the lid off the
whole affair.
We didn’t promote an image
of savagery to the outer
community matrons and/or
patrons who support our insti
tution, but we did show them
what makes our generation so
different.
I never realized Wesleyan
was capable of getting loose,
but then it would take the
combined powers of seven
magical men to enflame the
passions and enthusiasms of a
Rocky Mount crowd.
I left the throng of jittering
bodies with a satisfied buzz and
a feeling of accomplishment. I
had experienced the birth of a
new memory, one I’ll always
hold constant whenever I hear
the strains of a clarinet or the
mellow tram of the trombone.
And for a minute I forgot all
about Karen Vranizan.
Kice.
Mr
monkeys climb for madness
amidst visions of power-
lines
ever ascending higher
into the sky
close to moon pies
in creamy light
brightness magnetized
see monkey shines.
The Throwup Of Growup
I
I never liked girls, so they
said hey gay with dirty minded
looks I was slain each day, until
played football. Then they
called me a star so shining
without a sky till I called it aU
off not knowing where to go,
having never been sent I wound
up in a world of eraser pain and
electric razor charades working
everyday till about the same
time going home alone, becom
ing other’s in the disguise of my
mind
my mind a present to me
from the Jesus who loves us all
my mind for me. free to be
whatever I say
no longer troubled with the
ballpoint pen collisions of the
outside earth so intent upon
converting my mind into some
thing useful, like a stack of
plastic garbage can bags ready
to catch the refuse tossed my
way.