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THE VOICE
May, 1963
College Observes
Nat’I Library Week
“Reading — The Fifth Free
dom — Enjoy It!” was the theme
of National Library Week observed
April 21-27. The annual theme
served as the keynote for several
activities on our campus during
this week. Among these were an
essay contest, a special chapel
program, and a display in the
Charles W. Chestnutt Library.
Essay contest winners were
(1st place) Stanley Johnson, sen
ior from Washington, D. C.; (2nd)
Eloise Washington, freshman from
Champaign, 111.; (3rd) James Her
ring, senior from Tarboro, N. C.
Stanley W. Johnson, winner of
National Library Week Essay Con
test.
Winning Essay
A Freedom In
Itself
The four imparted freedoms
speech, worship, press, and as
sembly — are guaranteed liber
ties, yet these privileges can be
severely limited when circum
scribed by illiteracy. Speaking, for
instance, is the result of what one
hears, sees, thinks, and reads, ?nd
the absence of the latter closes an
enormous sphere which might be
otherwise used to contribute to
what one says. Freedom of wor
ship without the ability to read
consigns one to a role of passive
acceptance of faith. There can be
no investigation or interpretation
of Scriptures, aside from word of
mouth. Illiteracy precludes the to
tal benefits of a free press, since
the printed page would be as mean
ingless as a clean bedsheet to
one who can not read. Freedom of
assembly for those who can not
read suffers from all of the weak
nesses of the above-mentioned
freedoms, in that deception may be
showered upon those who cannot
investigate (read) for themselves.
Inasmuch as the other freedoms
can be enhanced by the ability to
read itself becomes a somewhat
necessary and additional freedom.
Vast LITERARY treasures oi
by-gone centuries are the pj-ovince
of the man who reads. Recorded
philosophy, science, and all other
written discourses may be used to
extend intellectual vistas. With this
comes a greater degree of inde
pendence. One may thereby release
himself from the microcosm of a
narrow, restricted life. Tl\e 'know
ledge furnishd by past generations
enables us to avoid many of thqjr
difficulties and mistakes, revealed
while reading. In this respect read
ing diminishes impediments and
renders a person more functional
in dealing with the problems of to
day.
Contemporary developments nec
essitate a wholesome understand
ing of issues and problems. And
while radio and telvision supply a
great deal of information it is sup
plied in depth by the printed page
The decisions that voters, consum
ers, and persons engaged in any
capacities imaginable nxust take
certainly hinge upon the quality
of their judgments; this quality of
judgment is, at best, comensurate
with what they consider the cir
cumstances to be. To the greatest
extent the printed page is the bais
for such decisions. Without the
ability to read many vital con
clusions would be drawn from
terse, inadequate information. And
here reliability is doubtful when
incomplete information is the basis
for conclusions. People ARE NOT
FREE under such conditions to
arrive at the better solutions.
A plague of insecurity attends the
illiterate man, being a natural
consequence of his dependence. He
must be interminably dubious of
contracts, labels, and obligations i i
written forms. He is vulnerable tu
exploitation by those who do not
share this deficiency. The danger
of mishap is ever constarft since
warning signs and labels are vir
tually foreign to him. Complexities
of life almost demand that he be
come an appendage of noble
friend(s) who might insure his wel
fare. As a remedy the ability to
read could free him from these
distresses.
Economic sanctions, imposed by
illiteracy, can be removed and/or
avoided when one is able to read.
Understanding directions, in print,
would certainly be less of a prob
lem to the worker, Numerous occu
pations come into the range of the
literate man, which would not be
the case under the opposite cir
cumstances.
In finishing it can be stated that
reading is an essential freedom.
It is the major channel through
which our other freedoms are con
veyed and understood, other means
of communication notwithstanding.
Just as it preserves the benefits of
the past, reading guides us into the
future by making us more cautious,
wise, and capable. Furthermore,
it can be a pleasurable enterprise
used to entertain, to fascinate, to
surprise. In fact any humafi en
deavor can be revealed on the
printed page. With such flexibility
and limitless value reading is most
definitely a freedom in itself.
Religious Emphasis
Week
Religious Emphasis Week was
observed at the college March 30
through April 5. The theme was
“Christianity and Social Issues.”
The different religious organiza
tions of the college were in charge
of the nightly meetings in the Sea-
b-ook Auditorium. Sponsoring or
ganizations were The Baptist Un
ion, Newman Club, Westminster
Fellowship, and Methodist Student
Movement. Local ministers spoke
at the evening meetings and thg
attendance was very good this
year.
The opening meeting was on Sun
day, March 30, when the Revere id
Charles Johnson, Director of Wdst-
minster Fellowship at Duke Uni
versity, Durham, N. C., was vesper
speaker. He addressed the group
about the importance of religious
faith in our times. The Wednesday
Chapel speaker was the Reverend
William Smith, Secretary to the
Student Work of the Baptist State
Convention of North Carolina.
The messages were well received
by students and faculty and it is
the hope of the Religious Activities
Committee that this special week
has left a lasting impression on the
religious life of the campus. Dr.
C. C. Thomas is the College Min
ister who steered the week’s ac
tivities.
A baseball fan is a spectator
Bitting 400 feet from the plate who
can see better than an umpire
standing five feet away.
Millions of words will be sent
out from the World Series by
hundreds of sports writers — some
of it in English.
FSTC
As Freshmen See It
The Lucky Swing View From
Biekett Hall
Balcony
BETTY EVANS
pOn Saturday ou»'
^baseball team
Iwas in competi-
ition with anothp •
|3f the C I A A
iteams. It had
Ibeen a long day
i'or Marlyn Walk-
|er, who is one
f Fayetteville
iState’s best play-
Isrs. He had been
Ibattered by the
weather and harassed by the un
ruly players.
Marlyn, strong and sturdy, look
ed every inch the fine baseball
player that he is. Holding the bat
firmly in his hands, he stood wait
ing to swing. His skin was almost
as brown as the sand beneath his
feet and deep lines ran from his
brown eyes to his dark temples.
The battered sweat-stained felt cap,
which was firmly perched on hi^
head, bespoke the strength of his
will.
The pitcher stood on the mound
and pitched the ball with the speed
of light. As Marilyn swung the bat,
there was a loud “pop” and the
ball soared through the air. The
crowd was full of excitement, and
yelling and clapping turned the
bleachers into bedlam.
Realizing that he had hit a home-
run, I found myself infected by the
excitement. Without hesitation, I
was soon cheering and jumping as
much as the rest of the crowd.
Have You Noticed?
SHARON SUTTON
Everyone com
monly concedes!
ihat one cannot|
get to heaven on|
a subway car;|
however, thou
sands still clingi
vainly to the idea|
that one can al
most see the nat-:
Ural beauty o f|
lieaven in every I
aspect of nature.!
The entrance to our college is a
narrow, hard surface driveway.
The iron gate, which so proudly
guards this entrance, has the name
Fayetteville State Teachers College
imprinted firmly across its top.
Immediately after entering the
gate, one sees to the right of the
driveway a huge brick building,
which bears the name: J. W. Sea-'
brook Auditorium. The interior of
this spacious building is decorated
in blue and white and seats more
than twelve hundred people. The
seats are made of the finest wood,
stained a light brown, comfortably
cushioned in blue velvet and leatn-
er upholstering, arranged in alpha
betical rows, and each row elevat
ed a slight degree higher than the
previous one. The lights are well
spaced and one may obtain any
effect he desires from darkness to
complete and overwhelming light.
The acoustics are the best; a
speaker standing on stage can be
heard clearly and distinctly from
the front row to the back row.
In this era of atomic bombs and
nuclear weapons. Civil Defense
authorities are urging the citizens
of these United States to prepare
fallout shelters as safetv measures
if and when this country may be
attacked by nuclear weapons. The
J. W. Seabrook Auditorium pro
vides a shelter area for the stu
dents on our campus. It is located
in the basement of the building.
Returning to the outside of the
auditorium, the shrubbery — dog
woods, firs, roses, and even
azaleas — make the campus re
semble a huge flower garden in the
spring. Amid this huge garden run
long, curving, white cement walk
ways, a meandering brook, and
black, tar driveways.
Maybe heaven is a better and
prettier place to live in, but I know
that some of my happiest days will
be spent on the campus of Fayette
ville State Teachers College.
MARION LLOYD
On our college
;ampus here at
|.Fayetteville State
sTepchers College,
inany of the stu-
I lents congregate
l)n the “block” in
|front of the can-
|:een to relax af-
ii;er supper. I pre-
J er to go on the
ijalcony of Birkett
fHall and look out
over our beautiful campus. Look
ing across the Quadrangle, my
eyes rove across the long, jagged
hole cut in the earth. This is the
stream that winds over the entire
length of the campus. This stream
is flanked by grass that clutches
to the earth to shield its nakedness.
Further stretching my eyes, I see
that the trees are perched as if
they are resting on the slopes of
circling hiUs. The colors of the
trees are of the shades to be found
in a rainbow — only this rainbow is
of green. The picture really looks
like a scene to be found in a fan
tasy land. Often when I am on the
balcony, I find myself gradually
drifting into what seems like a
dream. One cannot help dreaming
while surveying our campus.
Oh, Oh! Here comes something
to distract my attention. Workmen
dressed in drab green are com
pleting the cutting down of two
old, tired-looking trees that stood
in front of Biekett Hall. The saws
are buzzing away so rhythmically
that if one had a musical ear, a
tune might evolve from the shriek
ing, disturbing noise.
The men having stopped now
(evidently it is their supper time)
my mind drifts back across the
stream to engage again in dream
ing. This time my eyes wander sky
ward stopping at a tower, that looks
as though it touches the sky. i
imagine this to be a tower of
stairs leading to some romantic
place.
Our campus has so much natural
beauty that you can see why a per
son’s mind, with just a little bit of
imagination, can easily become
engulfed in a world all its own.
Well, I see the lights are blinkin?
downstairs. This means that it is
time for all freshman girls to be
indoors and to start studying.
Concert Band
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CERTO IN A MINOR (Edward
Gried-D. F. Bain) by Miss Hil-
dred Roach of the Music Depart
ment. the band accompanied her
on this beautiful number.
Alexander Leach, Assistant Di
rector, received the John Philip
Sousa Band Award. Charles Perry,
’62 grad, was guest performer with
the band.
The participants were very
strikingly attired in black and white
formal wear.
This concert was well received
by the College family and provided
us another opportunity for further
cultural development and appre
ciation of the aesthetic.
The Night Of The
Bine And White Ball
MARY RAY
That night, asp|
1 sat in my lone
ly room all alone,
1 began wonder
ing what would 1
be a good thing to
describe for my
English assign
ment.
All types of
thoughts began!
tumbling through!
my mass of gray matter; however,
they were blocked because I want
ed to gaze at the passing girls who
were dressed in their pastel colors
for the Blue and White Ball. Even
though I was amazed at the color
ful dresses, I really wanted to at
tend the ball myself.
Ten times or more I found so
many good reasons why I should
stay in my room. One of the most
important reasons was the assign
ment.
Sadly and gloomily, I dragged to
the window, raised the faded brown
shade, flopped on my roommate’s
bed, and studied the warm, busy
campus. Oh, how inviting it was,
especially when the happy boys and
girls, dressed in colorful garments,
strolled by hand in hand. I gazed
over a tall tree top at the big yel
low moon that seemed to sense
how much I wanted to go with
them. As I stared at the moon, it
seemed to tell me to stay at home.
Once again I turned my thoughts
to my English assignment. Oh, I
thought of many ideas, but none
seemed smart enough.
While I was in the midst of think
ing, I heard a dog howling sadly
in the background. I began think
ing of the big, shaggy, black dog
my family once owned. We loved
him very dearly, but we had to
take him away because he loved
the children so much that Mother
could not whip them in front of
him —-for he would bite.
In the midst of my congested
thoughts, I sighted a couple on the
campus that looked extremely hap
py together. How I wished I were
in their place. I dreamed of how
happy I would be. By this time
someone knocked softly on the
door. I jumped as if I had been
awakened from a dream world
This someone was my closest
friend, Cleaster. We talked for a
while and then she left. Once again
I was all alone in my quiet room
where I could think clearly. I
looked over the semi-dark campus.
Everything was quiet except for
the noise from the passing vehi
cles on the sometimes busy street.
I love viewing the campus from
my window. Everything is so
peaceful and lovely, especially now
that the grass is a mixed green and
the straight trees are dotted with
tender, young leaves.
“Oh, I have to get back to my
thoughts,” I told myself. I thought
about the track meet we had that
day. No, I could not write on that
because I did not know that much
about track; so that was not such
a good idea. “I know,” I thought,
“I will write a description similar
ly to Alice in Wonderland.” Now,
that sounded like a beaming idea. I
began thinking of the imaginative
fairy tale. As I thought, I found
myself slowly, but surely, drifting
to sleep. It was so pleasant in my
room. I could not fight it because
I was so very tired.
The next morning I found myself
still on my roommate’s bed. She
said she did not want to disturb me
because T looked like a child with
my hair in pigtails and my pencil
and paper on my chest. I really
enjoyed the .sleep, but I still did not
have my assignment, If only I had
put my thoughts on paper!
These also teach: your clothes,
your voice, your smile.
The right man can make a good
job out of any job.
Dignity of labor depends not on
what you do, but how you do it.
“How would you like your rice,
fried or boiled?” asked the boy
friend as the young couple studied
a menu in a Chinese restaurant.
“Neither,” came a quick reply
from the girl friend.
“I’d rather have it thrown.”