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THE VOICE
APRIL 25, 1973
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THREE PLUS TWO -JACKSON FIVE
By EDWARD L.WILFONG
Nineteen seventy-two was really a good year for new styles, braids and the Jackson F’ive.
With so many new groups surrounding the world of music, the Jackson Five is still remaining
high on the ladder of success.
Things have changed in the group since their beginning, such as, Little Randy joining his bro
thers on stage and Tito Jackson’s wedding. Despite all the honors and attention, they seem to be
level-headed young men of the world.
RECORD SALES
The Jackson Five received their seventh gold record in a row with “Sugar Daddy”, and the five
of them seemed truly blessed.
Clifton Davis peimed the Five with their fastest selling single - “Never Can Say Good-bye”,
and also wrote the tune “Looking Through The Window”, which sold 2 million discs.
They sold over 10,000,000 LP’s and 18,000,000 45's. Their records are still selling.
Reorganization of theVOICE
As one of the editors of the VOICE, Fayetteville State’s
monthly student publication, I would like to take this opportun
ity to possibly suggest a reorganization of the VOICE.
A reorganization of the newspaper is needed for a number of
reasons. The student publication should serve the intellectual
appetite of Fayetteville State’s student body. It should be a vehicle
for all the current news and activities of ail the departments on
campus, not primarily directed at the administration or the ath -
letic aspects of the school. The campus paper should be of such
a nature that when it is read it lets you know of the “true life”
on campus, not just the brighter side of a dim coin. The campus
paper should not picture only the elite few, but the “plain”
Jane and the “dungareed” James. The VOICE should be of such
a nature that working on it should lend to job experience and
prestige. The tasks of being a VOICE member should not be drud
gery, but should be of such that one's eyes sparkle at the mention
of the VOICE. All members of the Bronco family can be pub
lished. through the VOICE if they would just try. Membership is
not limited. A member of the VOICE should not have to have this
article examined by ‘every soul’ before it is published; only
the editors should have that privilege.
Having acknowledged a few of the proV)lems that we’re plagued
with, I offer the following proposals. Each department, organi
zation, program, etc, should have at least one member on the
VOICE staff. (Examples: English dept.. Tutorial program.
Peer Counsel, P'aculty Organization, Pre-School, Alpha Phi
Alpha). With each organization represented, the VOICE could
(•.over the activities of the entire school.
The VOICE should be under the auspices of the English de
partment, where the journalist touch could be laid on the work
manship of the paper.
Candid shots should be used in the paper. Posed pictures repre
sented a falsified atmosphere. The snapping of photos should
include any student not the “fly” ones.
Each person being interviewed should consider it an honor and
give the reporter your cooperation, not the “run- around.”
All students should contribute to the VOICE as if the next is
sue depended on it.
Finally, if everyone tried to make the VOICE successful,
then it could probably be published twice monthly and would
be more conducive to an intellectual atmosF^here.
If there are any comments on this article, please forward
them to me.
Judy K. Moore
Co-Editor of the VOICE
SOLOISTS
Dynamic Michael Jackson is singing solo on a few records and he is doing beautiful.
Michael’s solo disc “Ben” is one of his best and most controversial hits. Michael has put out
two albums and both are hits.
Jermaine has also released a solo album which is a beautiful piece of work. He sings such
records as :“Homeward Bound”, “That’s How Love Goes”, and others of fine quality.
There are other topics of interest about the five brothers of Gary, but there is not one that
takes the show. The Jackson Five are out to steal your heart with every move they make. The
Jackson Five has to be in your heart so they may reach new height of success.
With How It
THINK ABOUT IT!
“BOGGIE-BABY”, with WIDU’s Don Reid — RIGHT ON!
monthly by students at Fayetteville State Univer- :>j;:
In l^ove With Howlt Would If
IWor4» Killed In An Automobile Aeeideni
Taken from ‘he Durham Morning Herald, April 13, 1973 from the column of Ann Landers.
Agony claws my rnlnd. I am a statistic. When I first got here 1 felt very much alone. I was
overwhelmed with grief and I expected to find sympathy.
I found no sympathy, I saw only thousands of others whose bodies were as badly mangled as
mine. I was given a number and placed in a category. The categtjry was called “Traffic Fatal-
it Igs o •
The day I died was an ordinary school daye How I wish I had taken the bus: But I was too ci'nn
for the bus. I remember how I wheeled the car out of Mom. ‘‘Special Favor”. I pleaded. ‘All
the kids drive.” When the 2:f)0 bell rang I threw my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40
tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot - excited at the thought of driving a ’ar and being my
own boss. Free!
It doesn’t matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off - going too fast. Taking crazy
chances. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. Tt\e last thing I remember was passitig
an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard a deafening crash and felt a terrific
jolt. Glass and steel flew everywh('re. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard
myself scream. Suddenly I awakened. It was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me.
Then there was a doctor. My body was mangled. I was sat\irated with blf)od. Pieces of jagged
glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn’t feel anything. Hey, don’t pull that sheet
over my head. I can’t be dead. I’m jnly 17. I’ve got a date tonight. I’m suppose to grow up and
have a wonderful life. I haven't lived yet. I can’t be dead.
Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see me like
this? Why did I have to look at Mom’s eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life?
Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge “Yes. he is our son”.
The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the cas
ket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. Some
of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sol)bed as they walked away.
Please - somebody - wake me up! Get me out of here. I can't bear to see my mom and dad so
broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief they can barely walk. My brother and si.ster
are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze, Everybxly. No one can believe this. And
I can’t believe it either.
Please don’t bury me; I’m not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. 1
want to sing and dance. Please don’t put me in the ground. 1 promi.se if you give me just one more
chance, God, I’ll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance.
Please, God, I’m only 17.
Published
sity
Co-Edit(
Joseph N. Holden :
Judy K. Moore
Virginia L. Graham
Edward Wilfong
Sports writers AHen
William Murphy
Donnie Campbell
Lawrence Greene
-- Corinth Davis
Valinda Carter
Faculty Advisor ' John B. Hendei son
Staff Writers
Photographers
Circulation Managers
Staff Members Priscilla Graham,
Lillie Belle Carr,
Velinda Dorsey
In Love With Life
By JOSEPH N.HOLDEN
In the article (IN LOVE WITHLIF’E), taken from the Morn
ing Herald, it tells how people might react. It tells how they
want a second chance if they could really have it. It also makes
you think twice ofthedisasterous things you’re doing or might do.
In using your imagination you can really put yourself in the
place of the person that had the wreck. All of the descriptions
are .so vivid. While reading this you can actually vi.suali/,e the
whole affair and it makes you kind of sad.
As far as we know, in any circumstance, that cause our death,
we could be just as this per.son was. He knew everything concern
ing himself. Since, I assinne, no one lias conn- back to tell of
tlieir death and the aftermath, we can not know whetlier this in
cident in the article is real or not. I would suppose none of us
are exactly eager to find out if it is true or not, liy proving it.
I know I’m not at all impatient or curious enough to find out -
until I have to.
There will be time enough for each person to find out aliout
the after-life.
Blaek World
In conjunction with its cen
tennial celebration, and as a
part of its Comtnunity Out
reach Program, .Saint .fos-
e[)h’s l^piscopnl Parish pre
sents, SOUNDS OF THE
BLACK WORLD, (‘‘A Cultur
al Exchange Experience”).
This presentation stars
Ruth Butler and Company,
accompanied by Albert T.-l.
Heath.
It features an art dist>lay
-- Tlie Dance Troupe -- an(i
The Gospel Choir of F'ay-
etteville State Univer.sity on
Simday evening, April 29, 1973
at 7:30, in the J.W.Seabrook
Auditorium, F'ayetteviUe
State I'niversity, F'ayett(>-
ville. North Cari'lina.