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Point Blank by Larry Keith
Female
Freedom
Fighter
The life philosophy of Cheryle
Leatherbury, freshman, is some
what akin to- that of Popeye the
Sailorman: “1 am what 1 am and
that’s all that I am.”
Toot toot.
Cheryle Leatherbury does not
work at being an individual. It
comes as easily and naturally to
her as yoga exercises. Her uni
queness is not put on like the wild
outfits she often wears.
And besides, how could anyone
speak ill of a Shady Side, Md.,
native?
‘‘But please,” she asks — and
may the earth tremble if I don’t
do anything she says — ‘‘don’t
call me a mod or a beatnik.”
Okay, Cheryle, darling. You are
you. From your longbrown-silver-
-It Began When She Was 15
Cheryle hasn’t always felt this
way.
‘‘I guess I changed when I was
about 15,” she says, becoming
serious. ‘‘I was a fairly conser
vative girl but then I had my
reputation questioned wrongly. It
was nothing more than the unjust
gossip of one malicious woman.
Anyway, I’m different now. I just
don’t care what people think.
“Their opinion doesn’t matter.
What does is what I think is right
and wrong and what my real friends
believe.”
Cheryle lives with two much
older room mates. - they are 26
and 24 - in an apartment here in
Charlotte. Home is a long way off,
even for her Austin Healey.
“Things are great for me now,”
she says, I have a lot of respon
sibility and I can make all of my
own decisions.
“Back home, I would have to
worry about my family image.
Daddy is rather well known so I
always had to be careful not to do
-A Thing For Yoga Exercise
And she has this thing for yoga
exercises, too.
“Oh, it’s great. The best posture
is lying flat on your back. You
being relaxing from your toes and
move all the way up your body.
There’s a special kind of music
that you listen to to make it even
better. When it’s over, I try to
remember what I thought and any
visions I might have had. I ask
myself what they really mean.”
As much as she “loves it” in
Charlotte, she does have a few
criticisms. People here aren’t as
friendly as she had heard they
would be and there are too tew
individuals. She could name only
two, other than herself, on campus.
“Of course. I’m not able to see
what’s inside people and that’s what
makes them what they are,” she
admits.
Cheryle would be much happier
if she could wear slacks or jeans
to school, too.
“Some mornings I wake up and
they’re what I feel like wearing.
I feel kind of restricted when I
have to wear something else. I
let my clothes fit my mood.”
There is some kind of rule on
campus which prohibits such self
expression but Cheryle, and sever
al others, are out to change that.
“We have somecme in the leg
islature who is going to propose
a bill that will let girls wear
pretty much what they want, the
same as boys,” she reveals.
“Also, we’re going to start a peti
tion. And there are several faculty
members who say they agree one
hundred percent.”
I’d sort of like to see Cheryle
Leatherbury in pants. It would be
something different, but then, so
would a knee length skirt and
blouse.
THE CAROLINA JOURNAL
’ublished weekly on Wednesday except during holidays.
:lliSON clary, JR., .Editor
rank Cooks . Business Manager
ibby Holshouser Feature Editor
>onna Hughes Sports Editor
eraldine Ledford Cartoonist
lancy Kohler, Fred Jordan, Frank Coley Photographers
taff: Sally Hagood, Paul Boswell, Earleen Mabry, Corny Stilwell,
rank Caton, Jan Ballard, Patrick McNeely, Bobbe Berry, Carol
iaywood, John Lafferty, Gayle Watts, Kay Watson, Carol Durham,
ouise Napolitano, Larry Keith, and Darlene Helms.
CAROLINA JOURNAL Mar. 22, 1967 Page 7
Letters To The Editor
No Obituary Column So SP
Uses Letter To Note Death
blonde-etc. hair to your sandled
toes you are you.
But who are you, anyway?
“I’m somewhat who believes in
complete freedom, I like the idea
of being able to go where I want
to go, do what I want to do and wear
what I want to wear.”
John Stuart Mill would have
loved her for it. I’d just like to
understand her.
Mr. Editor;
As you have no obituary column,
the editorial section will have to
suffice for the following:
The Student Party was doomed
from the beginning. It began in
the Spring of ''65 and split almost
immediately, the dissenting group
forming the University Party. The
SP made a strong showing under
the leadership of Tim Britton that
spring, but under this same leader
ship in the FaU of ‘65, it failed
party members, butthose who were
in a position to help the party
failed to do so. Words of en
couragement and empty promises
are poor substitutes for solid sup
port, I blame no person in par
ticular but everyone in general.
The efforts of a very few are to
be noted. Charlene Crumpley and
others did what I asked and what
they could. To them I extend sin
cere thanks.
A party exists only through the
spirit of its members. The Student
Party had a spirit which was bom
in the heat of the moment and
when that moment passed, the
spirit began to die an inevitable
death. It is with regret and dis
appointment and I watch a sinking
ship go down.
Bill Shuford
Chairman, Student Party
“Not too many people do,” she
admits, “I haven’t got too many
real friends, butthatdoesn’tbother
me. I don’t worry at all about what
people thing of me either.
“And I realize what a lot of
people say when they see me:
‘Oh, look at her. She must be
promiscuous!’ ”
to establish itself with the
Freshman Class in any lasting
manner. The SP was and remained
the “old” party. Now the “old”
students are leaving. The party
has dwindled. As for this year,
the elected leaders, Mitch Borden
and Ben Horack, failed to assume
the duties of their offices for var
ious reasons. I was “given” the
Chairmanship, as no me else was
willing to assume the office. I
tried to rally suhhtthrom former
Collecting Exam
Books Makes Game
anything that would reflect badly
on his reputation.”
Father drills for water and mails
daughter frequent checks.
“Dad doesn’t want me to have
a job and go to school, both. He
believes that 1 can get more out
of my education by not having to
work. I agree with him too. But
as long as he is sending me money
the family still has some hold on
me,”
This is not to say Cheryle has
never worked.
She has — for a police captain
no less. “I went in and got the
job myself,” she says proudly.
“I was his secretary. He always
told me what everyone else, does,
though: ‘Cheryle, watch yourseK,
you’re going to get in trouble some
day.’ Well, I haven’t and I won’t.”
You would expect Cheryle to be
the restless type and she is.
“I can’t stand to stay in one place
for long. My room mate and I drive
up to D. C. a lot just at the spur
of the moment.”
No Alma
Mater
Here
Mr. Editor,
To my knowledge, UNC-C does
not have a alma mater. I cannot
imagine how we have managed
without one in the past few years
of our existence as a university.
It seems to be an integral part
of most graduation ceremonies I
have observed.
At the installation of Chan
cellor Colvard, a beautiful com
position by Mr. James Sutcliffe
entitled “Academic Festival
March” was dedicated to our Chan
cellor and written especially for
this occasion. My suggestion, how
ever good or bad it may be, is
to adapt this compositicm tor use
as an alma mater for our uni
versity; it seems both appropriate
to the cause and need.
I must apologize for my limited
knowledge of music. For this rea
son, my suggestion may not be a
valid one. However, it is worthy
of consideration. It is myintentioi
to open this matter to discussion
among faculty, students, and ad
ministration in hopes that we might
soon acquire an alma mater.
Candy Kimbrell
Mr. Editor:
When in the course of a stu
dents life in college he is treated
as a child, a dishonest child com
pounded with a number and given
only the perscmality of a letter
grade, it is indeed time to re
examine some of the basic ideas
of learning under a college system.
I personally dislike to have some
one think me dishcmest in any
respect, and can therefore easily
despise a”^person under the title
of teacher who has thoughts tliat
I am about to cheat on a test.
Before an examination is given, a
teacher who collects thebluebooks
and redistributes them has
literally slapped me in the face by
assuming that I am going to cheat.
This is the one type of conduct
from a teacher that encourages
cheating by students because it
becomes a game then. The “Honor
Code” becomes a silly joke. We
have started to preach one ideal
and follow another. It smacks of a
rotten stench from the entire Uni
versity. Let’s declare sides,
choose up, we become the cheaters
and the teachers become the cheat-
chasers. Education then sinks into
the mire of distrust and learning
becomes a game of who cheats
best and doesn’t get caught.
The best thing that the Univer
sity of North Carolina at Charlotte
has to offer is the personal re
lationship which can permeate thru
a small class of students and a
teacher. Nothing of any magnitude
at any University can match this
ideal opportunity for learning. And
it tears at me mentally when this
chance is not sized by students
and teacher. The mostfoul of crime
Student Members Pleased
At Amount Of Participation
Mr, Editor:
We, as student members of the
University Forum were pleased at
the amount of studentparticipation
in this year’s“FomraontheArts”
that took place on March 2. The
afternoon seminars were parti
cularly well - received by the
students.
We feel that the annual Forum
is becoming an integral part of
university life on this campus.
Since our university campus is in
its tradition - making stage, it is
our hope that the annual Forum
will be a valuable and well-sup-
ported part of that tradition. Our
past two forums have cast a state
wide spotlight on our campus and
have stimulated the interest of the
surrounding community. Our visit
ing lecturers and guests also com
mented on the success we have
realized in this relatively short
time. One achievement of major
importance is the close coopera
tion among the faculty, adminis
tration, students and community in
organizing and presenting the
Forum.
While we would like to thank
those students who took advantage
of this year’s Forum, we would
also like to solicit questions, com
ments and suggestionsforthe com
ing March Forum of 1968.
Betty Ann Craig
Susan Osborne
is for a teacher in a class of
twenty students to stand before
that class as omnipotentence and
flout the thought of dishonesty upon
them and then beat them with the
whip of no-personal-contact. If a
teacher doesn’t like students, can’t
conceive of students as being
human, living humans; and can
proclaim before those students the
statement that “I have no compun
ction about failing anyone of you,”
Then, dammit, that man shouldn’t
teach! A student who has the in
telligence to enter college also has
the intelligence to graduate from
that college. I don’t believe that
a student can fail a course with
out the teacher having tailed in a
smaU way too! To my mind, it
seems there is something badly
wrong with a teacher, who half
way thru a semester has smiled
a total of three times and blushed
on one of those; and carries a
scowl the remaining time. If I
had not seen the smiles myself,
I would be extremely hard to con
vince that this man could smile.
Laughter from him 1 believe is
impossible.
Students, I think, should bring to
class a quest for learning. No
teacher except Violence can teach
a person who doesn’t want to learn,
and then only vrith difficulty. But
just as a studentmustwanttocome
to learn, a teacher must surely
come to teach! And if that teacher
appears to have no concern for
the students of the class then task
him to stay home and lecture to
the furniture of his house. For
there, truly, he can have no “com
punction” about failing the lunge
chair for lunging thru the lecture
and course, or failing the TV for
talking while he is talking, or for
passing the mirror because it gives
back the image exactly as he has
given it. Students, as this teacher
it seems needs to be told, are not
pieces of furniture of various size,
color and description set in that
classroom to dress his address.
A teacher, and to my mind that
is a most honorable title and posi
tion, who resorts to uses his class
as a sounding board for his own
very impersonal voice has insulted
the profession of teaching
dastardly!
F. N. Stewart
Reader Knows ‘‘Why’
Mr. Editor:
The reason that Forty - Ninei
was selected as our mascot is
obvious. It was the best of the
possible choices. As John Haywood
pointed out in his editorial, Forty-
Niner is not usually associated
with 1949 or Highway 49 but with
the courageous spirit of the ori
ginal Forty-Niners,
An editor is entitled to his
opinion, but he should not twist
the facts to serve his purpose.
Therefore, speak for yourself when
you label University students
“immature” or “rinky dink.”
In regard to Larry Keith, I
would like to compliment him on
his well-written column. lam sure
he respects theprimarypurposeof
the University which is to dis
perse knowledge;, however, I am
also sure he means the “extras”
give a much needed enlivened at
mosphere to any campus.
William B. Keistler