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by Sarah Howell
Twelve Angry Jurors will be
performed by the Montreat-
Anderson College drama
department on October 18, 19
and 20. The play will begin at
8 p.m. ini the Little Theatre
niiich is located in the old
gymnasium behind the
Morgan Science Building. The
cost will be $1.50 for adults and
$1.00 for students.
The setting for the play is in
a jury room. The play focuses
on the jury members who
must decide whether a young
boy is guilty of murder. The
audience is able to learn a lot
about the jury members
whtough the opinions and
reactions that they express.
Miss Frances Tamboli, the
Director, feels that the play
provides an excellent op
portunity to analyze people in McFalls.
stressful situations and uo m-
depth character studies.
Tliere is minimal set in
order to focus more attention
on the action and the actors.
ETesently under construction
is a Three Quarter Round
which will allow the audience
to sit in a semi-circle around
the stage on threendifferent
levels.
Laura Mae Smith is the
Assistant Director. The two
niajor characters are
protrayed by Ken Sausedo
who is Juror No. 3, and Eric
Brem who is Juror No. 8. The
other jurors are: Gary
Garman, Terry Thomas,
Renee Reynolds, Timm
DeLapp, Bonnie Walke, Jim
Stevens, Melinda Gillis, Cathy
Bush, Lisa Stikeleather,
Karen McGee, and Tom
M-AC Student
Called to
Art Career
by David St. John
The dictionary defines an
Eirtist as one skilled in learned
[Tafts. We at Montreat An
derson College have the real
dhdefinition of an artist in
Miss Kim Walsdorf. Kim, a
sophmore at M-AC, is from
Haines City, Fla. An aunt who
is a painter encouraged her to
develop the talent she has
possessed since her childhood.
Kim places most emphasis on
her oU painting and portrait
sketching. As Kim puts it,
“sketching is my first love. ’ ’
Miss Walsdorf has entered
various art contests and has
received a few reputable
awards. The first contest she
entered was the Central
Florida Bicentennial Fine
Arts Show. In this contest.
Kim won first place with an oil
painting and she also received
the Viewer’ s Choice Award
which is chosen by the people
who attend these events. Kim
has also participated in the
Fhi Theta Kappa P’ine Arts
Festival. She entered in oil
painting and drawing and won
first place for her oil painting
and best of show honors.
Kim’s future plans for now
are to continue her education
at Florida State University,
which has an outstanding art
department. Working in the
field, of commercial art and
possibly teaching art are two
goals in her mind at this point.
Miss Walsdorf confesses that
her art work is not done by
herself but by the Lord Jesus
Christ working through her.
Stuart Jones
““To erris human, but to
really foul things up requires a
computer. ’ ’ This modem
version of an old adage has
taken on new meaning for 8 M-
AC students currently
enrolled in the Computer
Porgramming (Math 208)
dasses. The classes (taught
by Gene Tagliarina and
Charles Massey) are designed
to give students a foun4ation
in Level II Basic program
ming.
The course centers around
the school’ s new TRS-8f
Microcomputer system,
received last* spring and
located, in room 204 in the
Science Building. This is the
first time the course has
been offered, and this
semester is a sort of trial in
program assignments and
grading systems. Limited to
sophomores this semester, it
will be open tc both freshmen
and sophomores 2nd
semester.
Laura Cadenhead, one of
three students in Mr. Massey’
s class, says that, although it
is difficult, she is glad she took
the course because it
“promotes a literacy in the
computer field which we
wouldn’t otherwise have, and
computers are in use
everywhere now, so un
derstanding a little about
them is important. ’ ’ She
feels students need to be
“diciplined, because so much
of the work is done on your
own.’ ’
Another student, Stuart
Jones, says, “You’ve got to
'e^ect it (the computer).
Vhen you’ re wrong, it tells
/OU, and no matter how much
you plead with it and swear at
it, it won’t continue with the
program until you correct
your mistake.’ ’
Gene Tagliarini, an in
structor, encourages s
students to take the class, but
cautions that, “...it is not a
crib course. We work hard
because there is so much to
learn and so much the com
puter can do. It really is very
interesting.’ ’ “Sure,’ ’ say the
students. “Except for the
times when you want to break
it into a million pieces.’ ’
Lookout, A
Quiet Beauty
McGregor Ministry
by Mary Ann Beasley
Through the leaderhsip of
Mindy Mills an enthusiastic
grou p women from
McGregor Hall will be sharing
their talent and fellowship
with several girls from the
Black Mountain
Presbyterian Home. Ven
turing off to the city zoo,
hiking in the Smokies or just
sitting around sharing in
dividual experiences may be
some of the considered ac
tivities. Many of the
McGregor girls are looking
foTvard to the big-little sister
relationship in hopes together
that the Lord might nurture
them in his fellowship as in
dividuals and also to gain a
deeper unaerstanding for one
another. The relationship
which is gained through the
big-little sister relationship
will be one that will last a
lifetime.
“Many of the girls have
parents that can’t or won’t
take care of them, ’ ’ she said.
Sometimes that can be hard to
deal with but the whole dorm
is excited about the ministry
and we really enjoy the time
we spend with the girls.” ’
Crawford’s Excursions in Europe
by BiU Clarke
Being robbed of his wallet
cn a Subway; losing part of a
tooth in a WWII Concentration
Camp in West Germany; and
acting the role of Professor,
Father, and confessor to
thirty-five college students
traveling in Europe; Dr.
Oawford asks, “How did you
spend your summer?!’ ’
It happens every year; the
Gordon College European
Expedition begins to blossum
into what appears is going to
be another great experience.
Dr. Crawford is among those
on the advisory committee
and has, himself, led three
expeditions since 1975. This
summer, he, as team
professor, and two co
ordinators, accompanied
thirty-five students on the
Western Euorpe and Greece
field trip, one of five com
binations of trips that Gordon
College co-ordinates.
The group began their
journey on a flight from New
York to Belgium; then sailing
across the English Channel
they spent five days in Lon
don. In order to catch a train
to Paris, they had to ride a
hovercraft from London to
Boulogne, Fiance, an ex
perience new to most of them.
When they arrived in paris,
they learned that the vehicles
which were supposed to be
waiting for them had been
(telayed and wouldn’t arrive
until that night.
Dr. Crawford was con
fronted with the task of ex
changing his currency, buying
thirty six subway tickets, and
boarding himslef and the
students onto a busy subway
train in a foreign station. It
was immediately following
this episode, that he became
aware that his wallet was
missing. After informing
Paris Police they set out for
their hotel on the other side of
town. The next day, with four
new VW microbuses at their
service; the brigade loaded up
and shoved off for Normandy.
After an aggressive cam
paign in Normandy, they
circled back through Ver
sailles and stopped in Veselay
where they lodged for three
days in a Catholic run Hostel,
“Dedicated to Christian
Peace.’.’ It was in Veselay
that St. Bernard of Clairveaux
proclaimed the arrival of the
second crusade. After an
early morning communion
service held in the chapel built
in honor of the Saint, the party
lit Lauterbnmnen where they
did some ridge climbing.
Cruising through Geneva,
they traced their way to a
little town just north of Bern,
called Neuchatel, claimed to
have been the home of the
Oawfords for thirteen months
while he was studying French
back in 1960.
Sliding down the “Boot’ ’
through Florence and to
Rome, they camped out in the
pine groves between Rome
and the sea. After several
excursions into the city and a
visit to the old Roman seaport,
Ostia Antica, they bypassed
the “Toe’ ’ and went for the
“Heel’ ’ and Brindisi, where
saU was set for Greece.
Giving on-site lectures to the
students in Athens, Corinth,
and the 3000 year old Mycenai,
Dr. Crawford added to the
thirty-plus, 20-45 minute
lectures he would give
throughout Europe.
It took twnety eight hours
for the train to reach Salz
burg, Austria from
Ihessaloniki; and when the
professional thief boarded
somewhere in Yugoslavia
and made a sweep of the train,
two of the girls’ pocketbooks
disappeared. They turned up
later in a trashcan minus
some travelers checks, but
these were easily replaced.
After driving from Salzburg
to Augsburg, West Germany,
they visited Dauchau and
some visited Neuschwanstein
Castle, south of Augsburg
nearFussen, built by Bavaria’
s King Ludwig II in the 9th
century. It is this castle, with
its majestic towers, that in-
q)ired Walt Disney to design
the Cinderella Castle.
The final course of the
journey carried them through
Heidelberg;, Arnhem,
Netherlands, where “A Bridge
•I’oo Far’ ’ was filmed; Am
sterdam; and Vlissingen,
Belgium.
Dr. Crawford related one
experience which happened in
Geneva on a particularly hot
day. Some of the students
decided to go swimming at
the municipal beach and when
they arrived they discovered
that many of the women were
displaying a style foreign to
them, the “Monokini.’ ’ It
was a very surprising fashion
show.
Besides all the travel and
study, the gangs’ escapades
did make for some growing
relationships; and to add to
the spice of romance to their
experience, three love affairs
blossomed. No one was to be
left out in the love affairs,
though, because they all found
a new love for the people, the
hstory, and the spirit that is
Europe.
by Debbie Wright
As our small group set off up
the gravel road, each step
seemed to push the college
farther and farther away. The
cool greeness enveloped and
q>ened oneself. Walking up
the path in my jeans and
sweatshirt I imme^tely was
aware of my senses.
Touching, smelling, hearing
and seeing all seemed so
dfferent from in amongst the
branches, roots and trees.
As soon as we began.
dimbing the first leg of our
adventure up “Lookout’ ’ my
\rfiole being became aware of
itself and even more SP of God.
While climbing up the rocks
in the washed-out creek-bed
with my legs already aching
and my head pounding as my
heart pumped the life-giving
blood through every part of
my body, I could only wonder
in amazement at the han
diwork of God, the Creator.
Only an occassional empty
soda can or beer bottle would
disrupt the perfect patchwork
quilt of greens, browns and
even reds. Autumn would
arrive early this year.
As we continued clambering
up the side of the mountain,
the girls moaned in agony
vrfiile the boys were won
derfully attentive and very
3 ely show-offs. At last we
died the level road which
signified the half-way point,
iiuter everyone, really only
the girls caught their breath
we began moving down the
road which was actually an
old train track, to the
mountain stream.
Carved out of the mountain
after years of winter freezes
and'spring thaws, the stream
zig-zagged down through the
trees. At the place where we
stopped large rocks had fallen
to form little pools of the cold,
dear water. I cupped my
hands together and dipped
them into a small pool, not
quite prepared for how cold
the water would be. As I
touched it to my lips, I felt I
had never tasted anything so
pure. Once again I was
reminded of the Father and
the purity of His Son, Jesus.
Some of the girls in our
group were just visiting the
college so as loyal tourists
they had brought their
camei as along to capture the
special times. We all moved
over to a big rock, covered
with grafitti and placed
ourselves in the corny
positions that people do to
have their pictures taken.
After several shots, to make
sure everyone was in at least
cne picture, we headed back
down the road to tackle the
second half of our journey.
Suicide! ‘T m out to have a
good time not kill myself,’ ’ I
protested. But after some
persuasion I consented to
climb the monstrous hill.
Suicide. Most of the group
also went this way except for
the two visiting tourists and a
veteran who kindly offered to
take them up another way.
Suicide did not prove to be
the dangerous climb that its
reputation professed but it
certainly was a challenge.
The steps up were roots of the
larger trees that made a
winding stairway up the
mountain. Fingers grasped
to branches to hold on to but
often only found dirt, which
then stuck under the nails
making the girls wriggle their
noses in disgust. The ground
was damp because of recent
rains which made the way
slippery and often caused
slips. Truthfully though the
slips were the best part
because they added that
dement of danger.
As we continued to climb
higher the joking and giggling
gradually subsided so that the
silence of concentration and
the snap of twigs were the only
sounds. Sometimes there
would be the cry of a slip that
would pierce the senses^ but it
too was soon lost as the body,
now aching all over, pushed
itself farther and farther.
The Stone Face. It was not
as big as I’d imagined it but it
was certainly a sheer face of
rock. At first I thought How
am I going to get up that, but
then I saw the path to the side
of the Stone Face.
I began up it, feeling quite
pleased with myself at making
it this far and feeling also very
sore all over. This path was
the most difficult of all. There
™re no fallen tree branches
cr roots to grab on to - merely
rock. We all worked together
as a team.
The moment I came out
ipon the top I was aware of
space, freedom. I truly felt
lie a bird who soared from
mountain top to mountain top.
Ihe view was a total, assault
on the senses. 1 could see for
miles and though many of the
mountain tops were shrouded
with mist, I could distinguish
between the different ridges
and valleys.
We sat on the top just gazing
to a long time and I thought to
myself what a wonderful spot
for a quiet time . Looking for
miles and miles it was
possible to get a conception of
the grandeur that was created
by the Father. “Praise the
Inrd,’ ’ I said out loud. A
couple of the group glanced
my way but they felt too.
We were all reluctant . eave
our spot at the topofth vorld
but time beckoned u.-^.
We all went down tlie same
trail, Jack-Rabbit, ap-
proprietly named because you
hop-skip down though most of
us ended up sliding down on
our behinds.
Once back on the gravel
road, the girls complained of
their legs that felt like jello
while they boys bragged of
cither more daring exploits up
to “Lookout’' . I just praised
the Lord!
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