Friday, March 17, 1978
HIGH LIFE
Page 5
New Addition to GHS
A lone unidentified Whirlie
makes his way down Grimsiey’s
newest addition to the beautiful
campus, and just in time for the
pouring rain.
This breeze-way was built by
Brooks Lumber Company in just
two weeks between the main
building and the new science
building during the month of
February. Grimsiey’s next major
project will be the replacement of
wooden doors with metal ones.
photo by Kathy McEachem
Downtown Greensboro:
by Hank Howard
Another business dosed its
doors for good in Downtown
Greensboro near the end of the
first month of our New Year. Not
just another business. Jordan
Marsh, our Central City’s last
struggling representative of a
department store chain emptied
their Elm at Sycamore “flagship”
store leaving another vacant,
gloomy and hollow pigeon roost
on the downtown cityscape.
Meanwhile, several new busi
nesses were having their grand
opening sales out in the suburban
plastic monuments to American
commerce, the shopping malls,
Thousands were flocking there
leaving windswept abandoned
downtown streets to the winos.
The issue of Downtown Greens
boro’s future is nowaday met with
gloomy countenances that seem
to pity the situation and muster
little hope. It is a real shame that
the crumbling retail core of our
bustling city has such a bad
image. Much of that image is due
to the ideas and thoughts shared
among our citizens. The office
market downtown is prime. Bank
ing, finance, insurance, and even
some new cultural entertainment
and quality restaurants are flou
rishing. City/County Federal go-
ivernment, museum library facili
ties, newspaper publishing,
transportation, and religious cen
ters all have their place Down
town. The exodus of most of the
retail magnets is indeed a great
loss, but has not caused Down
town to disappear from the map.
It is still a bustling area.
Old Greensborough, a project
dreamed up by architect/teacher
Gene Messick, and merchant Bob
Williams is now coming aliye
along the oldest commercial strip
in ; city. South Elm Street from
Washington to Lee Street. Blos
soming forth are colorful sign
posts and bright painted store
fronts luring surprised passersby
into shops and eating establish
ments, such as the Mantleworks,
Elm Street Gallery, The Weather-
vane, Hudson Hill Antiques,
Coats, Ltd., Tijuana Fats, and the
Princess Cafe. This has added a
nostalgic touch to the decaying
area, formerly slated to be leveled
for redevelopment.
Another advantage of down
town are the nearby' quality
residential areas. Only eight
blocks north of Jefferson Square
is a Fisher Park, a beautiful oasis
greenbelt neighborhood with new
condominiums and great old
homes and mansions overlooking
the cathedral-like First Presby
terian Church. Housing projects
border Downtown as do 3 colleges
and universities with a total of
15,500 students having access to
the area each school day.
These advantages are but a
few, for the center city holds
much potential in not only the
public service area, but also in the
retail trade. In the future, retail
prominence in the downtown area
could be peaked by an excitingly
different atmosphere there than
in the suburban centers. Hotel
and convention trade like that in
the hearts of Winston-Salem,
Raleigh, and Charlotte could help
Name Discrimination?
by Cindy Ward
“What’s in a name? That
which we call a rose by any other
name would smell as sweet ...”
or would it?
Studies have shown that a
person’s name greatly affects that
person’s self image as well as
the way others may think of him.In
many cases teachers may either
consciously or unconsciously dis
criminate against the student
with an “undesirable” name.
Names are .also stereotyped.
“David” for instance is consi
dered a good guy, “Percy” is a
sissy, “Harold” is passive or
weak, “Bertha” is big, and
“Linda” is pretty. Nobody is
quite certain how these stereo
types happen, but they do and
everyone reacts in one way or
another.
ratlifF revue
by Gerri Ratliff
Saturday Night Fever
Don’t go to Saturday Night
Fever just to hear the Bee Gees. If
- that’s your only motivation, turn
on the radio. “Night Fever” is
currently climbing the charts
nationwide.
But don’t get me wrong-do go.
When John Travolta and Karen
Lynn Gorney dance across the
screen you’ll forget all about the
Bee Gees.
Travolta plays the disco king
who- meets an “older woman”,
intent on staying out of the
slum-like life she grew up in.
Struggling upward, she itispires
Travolta to do the same.
The plot is not really all that
simple. Boy meets girl, girl
rejects boy, boy keeps on trying,
and finally gets the attention of
girl. Well, sort of.
But in between all this, Travol
ta is kept pretty busy attacking
rival gangs, working at a hard
ware store, and having a “good
time” with his buddies (male and
female).
Saturday Night Fever tries to
say that sex isn’t necessarily an
essential ingredient of a relation
ship, but it takes a round-about
R-rated way of niaking that point
clear. If you are easily offended
by skin, maybe you better just
wait and hear about it from your
friends. But if not, and you’re
willing to brave the long lines,
Saturday Night Fever is great.
The Other Side of the Mountain, Part II
Hope for the Future?
to promote a vital commercial
heart in the future. Downtown
Greensboro needs a large new
convention center/hotel complex
as well as new office towers to
build up the downtown popula
tion. After these developments,
new specialty shops, different
restaurants, and fine recreational
facilities would become a part of
the area. Landscaped malls and
walkways could help the appear
ance as could large landscaped
plazas. A pedestrial mall along
Elm Street, anchored by remo
deled and new department stores
could serve as a different urban
shopping environment in Greens
boro.
At least one thing is for sure
about Downtown Greensboro’s
future, something great will
evolve there, if enough time and
comprehensive planning is se
cured.
At the opposite end of the
spectrum, is The Other Side of
the Mountain, Part II. Starring
Marilyn Hassett and Timothy
Bottoms, this PG-rated flick
wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Part 1 ended with ex-Olympic
skier Jill Kilmont picking up the
pieces after an accident left her a
quadraplegic. Dick Buick, her
fiance, died in an airplane crash
and she finds purpose in life
through teaching Indian children.
In Part II, Jill meets (yes,
another love story) a truck driving
bachelor who has been crushed
by a former marriage. Well, Jill
avoids him for a while, because
she has been hurt, too. Only in
her case the men she loved dies
Finally the two get together
and have a happy summer. But
Jill decides that that’s all it can
be, and packs up to go back
home. Our hero has different
ideas though, and races after her
on the highway. After exchanging
a few choice words, they make up
and the movie ends happily.
To sum it up. The Other Side of
shows how two people can fall in
love and care for each other
deeply, while overcoming pro
blems or obstacles that come
between them. It’s also a tear
jerker so come prepared!
Saturday Night Fever is playing
at the Janus Theater, and The
Other Side of the Mountain is
showing at the Circle 6 Theaters
in Carolina Circle Mall.
Mainhall
by Hank Howard
Spring is finally getting here,
and the urge to throw open the
doors and run out into the still
brown, dead grass of the yard is
here. This time of year brings out
a certain urge to break out the
running shoes.
1 remember during my first
year at Grimsiey, a similar urge
arose. I felt I had to get outside
and release this urge. All of a
sudden, there was the track. . .
Grimsiey’s track, ready and wel
come. There I found my chance.
Back then, it was nothing but a
440-yard dusty cinder circular
path. But it was a pathway to a
new kind of expression and vigor
for me. At first it was rough.
Nervously, I’d tie the new laces of
my shiny new track shoes in
anticipation of the totally exhaus
ting “open quarter” stampede of
forty other “try-outs.” After that
death-defying journey around the
track, 1 doubled over sensing a
pulsating, throbbing in my head
and neck that was not unlike the
sound earthquake or tornado
victims must hear before the
fateful incident. My lungs were
on fire and my arms and legs
seemed non-existent, as T floated
along in a state of limbo for
several eternal minutes.
After it was over, and the dust
of the racetrack has cleared, it
didn’t hurt anymore. I think 1
even liked it, in between groans
and grumbles of sore muscles. I
know I liked it.
From that first day forth,
running became instilled in my
blood. The competitive aspect
was exciting, but some yearning
of the body to express itself, to be
rejuvenated, and to be displayed
in all its outstretching splendor in
the spring sunlight was even
greater.
Running track here at Grimsiey
taught me much about goals, and
about the painful but worthwhile
steps in getting there. There is a
certain triumph at the end of each
race, win or lose, and at the end
of every ten miles run through
Battleground Park, that cannot be
matched.
And I am really excited to see
new kids donning their flashy new
“warm up” suits and superstar
track shoes out on the now-paved
and marked Grimsiey track. It
thrills me to see these new GHS
Whirlies out combing the parks
and neighborhoods, adding up
miles and miles of exhilarating
running.
I like all this running, because
it makes me think of Spring, and
vice versa. More and more people
are running and running and
running, mostly on their own.
This is good, but even better is
the team spirit of the Grimsiey
track team. The team, running,
and Spring all go hand in hand.
And for years and years I will
remember each step of every mile
I have run around this spring
time campus. . . and I’ll remem
ber the springtime goodtimes of
GHS.