A STUDENT SPEAKS ^T.
In these days of toil, tribulation, and
bug-catching, I have become more aware
of the little fellow known to man as the
cockroach. He has a grand time in dark
solitude, but when light and life appear,
he runs away to hide. How like the cock
roach some of us are! Here at Montreat
we find our dark solitude where we can
hide from the world and from ourselves.
In the quiet beauty of these mountains
it is so easy to crawl into a nest and live
only for and with ourselves. Montreat,
rather than being used as a crutch or nest,
should become a place and time of self-
realization. It should prepare us to meet
the light and life of the outside world.
We don’t want to be like the cockroach
and run away when our quiet solitude is
broken. The only way to prepare to meet
the future is to meet the present. We must
let light into our minds and life into our
being while we are at Montreat, or we
will always be like the cockroach, running
from the world around us.
—A. H.
5—4—3—2—in Hurray!! This was
the cry heard from students proclaiming
the news of long Week-end. This week
end had been awaited by anxious fresh
men and tired sophomores for six long
weeks. (Teachers, too!) For most stu
dents it was their first trip home since
September 10. The first six weeks are
always the longest and the hardest. As
time drew nearer to October 20, nerves
were on edge and tempers quickly flared
over small things. Long week-end cured
both. Some students caught up on much
needed sleep, some partied the entire
four days, while a few of the more ambitious
souls prepared in advance for class assign
ments. Whatever the case, the famous
week-end brought easiness and calmness to
the students, and prepared them to settle
down and study without thinking of home
for awhile.
Say — did someone say that it was
only two months, fifty-one days, 1224 hours
until Christmas vacation?
'Taille Tale' cr Honor!
On Sunday night, October 9, a very ser
ious and impressive service was held in
Gaither Chapel. It was on that night that
each individual solemnly pledged before
his fellow students and God to uphold
the honor code.
For many it was a pledge made with
deepest sincerity, for others it was the
reading of meaningless words to keep peace.
It is to these people that this article is
directed, for it is these peope that do
not know the meaning of the honor code,
and who keep it from working. The reason
most frequently given for not following the
honor code is that it is a “tattle tale” sy
stem. Is it? “Tattle tale” is a phrase in
a child’s vocabulary that means one who
tells tales on others to cause trouble.
The honor code, on the other hand, means
HELPING others by telling them, and if
the need requires other, of things that
they are doing that might be detrimental
to others and to themselves.
It must be realized that everyone is not
blessed with a Christian home in which
honor is taught throughout childhood.
It is the responsibility of everyone to
help and guide these persons on the right
road. How will these persons know if
they are not on the right road? Tell
them. That is the purpose of the honor
code, and it must be your responsibility
if it is to succeed.
Reamin' Around
Have you ever wondered what our cab
inet members think about while they are
in one of their treacherous, brain-washing
meetings? Let me fill you in by sharing
with you some bits of conversation re
cently picked up . . . “I had a cabinet
meeting during Chapel period. I thought
of you, and then I looked for you when
I came out—but no luck! You’re too
fast for me. Sweetie! I was wondering
what you are going to do this afternoon.”
REPLY: “I would love to ... ” There
is more, but I’ll never repeat it.
Scuttlebutt has it that Reece Fowler
and Dr. Snyder are going to change
positions. Seems as though Reece would
rather spend his time in the study of the
more intellectual than practice his two
hours a day on the organ. Dr. Snyder
eagerly awaits the lunch hour so that
he might leave his Biology Lab in order
that he might be able to have a chance
at the organ.
A new demerit system will soon be in
effect. It has been set up especially for
those professors who can’t quite follow
the procedure of a fire drill held in
Gaither Hall . . . Miss McNeil!
“ . . . and wel we weren esed atte
beste”. What does that mean? Just ask
any sophomore, for they speak that lang
uage, not me.
A recent conversation overheard went
as such:
“Hola, Mon Amigo. Como esta usted?”
“Tres Bien, merci, et vous?”
“Adios”.
“Cherrio mon Cher”, , —Lois .Lance
Cl
If you are wondering who the
new Director of Men’s Residence an
firmary is, it is Mrs. John M. Carson
Vonore, Tennessee. Mrs. Carson
“Mom” Carson, as she is affectionate y
known to all of us, came here thi®,
after becoming acquainted with o
through a summer conference,
learned of Montreat from a former g
uate, Virginia Smith, who is now a
ionary in Brazil. „ , ..
In coming to Montreat “Mom e
home, “Tukega Farm”, which is near
site of old Fort Loudon.
“Mom” Carson was graduated
Maryville College and is a j.g
the Toqua Presbyterian Church, ^ ’
where she has always been very
She was the treasurer of the Knoxville
Presbytery. She is a widow, the
of two sons, grandmother of wo
len, and housemother to the „pts
who live in College Hall. “Mom „ j^jp.
the rooms in College Hall to e
shape” for inspection. “Mom _
feels that being in Montreat is i
ing a “mountain-top experience
time. Montreat can feel most —g
in having such a dear person on ^
OCTOBER, I960
VOLUME 3 NUlVggglJL-
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