"To Sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.” Abraham Lincoln
Volume VIII — No. 1
CORNING COMMUNITY COLLEGE
September 27, 1968
The Shirelles
Activity Schedule
Friday — October 11, 1968
4- 6—Movies
8-11—Concert in Gym
11-	—Surprise
Saturday — October 12,1968
10-12—Student vs. Faculty Touch Football Game
12-	—Sports Car Rally 1 - 3—Scavenger Hunt
2:30-	—Soccer Game
7-	8—Cocktail Party in The Commons
8-10—Autumnal	Ball in The Commons
11 -	—The Doyles in Concert
Sunday — October 13, 1968
12- 3—Picnic and Keg 3- 5—The Shirells in Concert in the Gym 8-	—Movies
“Introducing New Faculty”
Again this year, a number of new faculty members have come to C.C.C. The following is but the beginning of attempts to acquaint students with their faculty, and vice versa.
New in the math department is Jean Perkins, coming from Adirondack Community College. After receiving her B.A. from the University of Vermont, she then went to Cornell University for her Masters. Miss Perkins also spent a year at Gettysburg College, and has taken various courses from Albany State and Vanderbilt University.
When her time is not occupied by her Structures. Analyses, or Calculus classes, Jean Perkins enjoys skiing.
John Furcha is another new face in the mathematics department. Graduating from Ithaca College. John then attended Oregon State University for his Masters. However, Mr. Furcha did not begin teaching then:	he
worked at the Morris Choir Company in Ithaca for three years, before coming to C.C.C. to teach Modern Math, and Math Analysis.
Prepare To Rally
Fall Weekend Oct. 11-13
This year at Corning Community College. Fall Weekend will be new to our campus. In the past it has been traditional to have a Homecoming and Winter Weekend. Due to the lack of finances and overall student appeal, the two weekends have been combined.
Throughout the summer, the chairmen have put endless hours of thought and work into the weekend. Several new innovations have been utilized in planning the course of events. With these new ideas, overall student appeal is at a new zenith on our campus. Student response, thanks to Karen Martino and Club Fair, has been
far greater than in the past. This single factor, combined with general enthusiasm on the part of the entire student body, will insure and guarantee that Fall Weekend 1968. will be the greatest and most memorable of your college careers.
A precedent concerning the price of the weekend, as established last Spring, is again being upheld this Fall. Instead of charging three or four dollars per person as has been done in the past, the charge of two dollars per person is again being utilized. The caliber of entertainment is such that we at C.C.C. can be proud to rant and rave when it is over.
Commager Opens Convocation Series
Mr. Furcha also played hockey for three years at Ithaca College, and expressed his interest in forming a hockey club here at C.C.C. if there is an interest shown. He also hopes to play softball with the faculty in the spring and looks forward to challenging the sophomores.
Miss Sharon Harvey, from Elmira. will be teaching Accounting and Business Math. Receiving her A.A.S. from C.C.C.. she then transferred to Albany State College for her B.S. and is presently working towards her Masters through Albany.
When asked about student protest, Miss Harvey expressed her support for constructive protest and involvement.
Doris Nagel is new in the English department. She received her B.A. from Cornell University, and attended University of Pennsylvania for her Masters, where she is also presently working towards her Ph.D.
When asked what she thought of student protest. Miss Nagel said, "It's great." She then explained (Cont’d on Pg. 3, Col. 1)
by MICHAEL SADEV
The CCC Convocation Series began on what has to be described as a controversial note. On Monday. September 16, Prof. Henry Commager of the University of Chicago. Columbia University, and Amherst College addressed the student body of CCC, and while not driving many to action, did cause some minds to pause and reflect.
Prof. Commager dealt mainly with America, its problems, attitudes and directions, as seen through his eyes. It should be noted that Prof. Commager is one of America's great historians and intellectuals. However, there was one question that many students posed after the talk was over— what are the solutions?
As Prof. Commager said. "We have failed to eliminate or arrest the threat of Nuclear War. How easy to forget that we are the only nation to use a nuclear weapon.” It is all well and good, as many students said later, to state the problems that beset us; it is, however, quite another thing, to give some concrete solutions to these problems. Prof. Commager also reminded us that of the 67 new nations since WW II. none have looked to the United States for inspiration and for a model government. This is something that is all-too-well recognized by this generation, as we have seen in Chicago, and as we. of this generation, seek answers not critiques. Said Prof. Commager, ‘‘The situation is desperate but not incurable.” Say the students of CCC, "This we know, but what do we do?”
We were told that we should not blame other nations for our own problems—That we should bear the responsibility ourselves. The Hippies. Yippies. or whatever you want to call them, have been saying this for the longest of times, not just with the Vietnamese War. but with the other ills of our country, brought about by those who don't want the responsibility of accepting their deci sions. Prof. Commager stated that the Vietnam War was the cause of the division and violence in American life. Now. although
For many of you. Autumnal will be your first weekend at a college. I know that you want it to be not only good, but great. The primary meaning of Autumnal is that of the Fall Season. But, it can also mean a time of maturity or decline. As students, let's move forward in our lives and our time at C.C.C.. to maturity. See you all Friday night, October 11. You won't be sorry!
Joe Neally.
Chairman
Mr. Commager is a very commendable Dove on the War. he is assuming something which men of responsibility have been doing for too long. He states that we should assume responsibility for ourselves, but he refuses to recognize the full meaning of the divisions in America, and uses the dissension of the youth just for his own purposes as a Dove.
Quoting Prof. Commager, "It is pointless to assess responsibility for the Cold War.” It is better to state that it is pointless, for those who do not seek action but prefer to stay passive, to assess responsibility for the Cold War. As was stated by Prof. Commager, "We are not an Asian power (and, hence, we should not be so involved with Vietnam), we are a European people and a European power.” There are many of us who. although not agreeing with the Vietnamese policy of government. do believe in America and the ability of this country to move forward not backward into isolationism. There is a great deal in this world that America should get involved in. especially as a peacemaker: there is the Arab-Israeli conflict and now the Russian-Czech conflict. It is imperative that we not turn our head when any problem seems too delicate or too large, as we did with the Hungarian Revolt, or even farther back, with Hitler in his early stages. I don't believe that any of us would advocate walking around the world with a chip on our shoulder and a gun in our hand: however there is a major role for the U.S. in the world, and we should accept it.
As Prof. Commager said, we do have problems and we do have certain responsibilities. However, those problems are the world’s and those responsibilities are around the world. As soon as we assert ourselves again as the leader of the world, as the open-minded people that we should be. as the creators of self-determination and freedom, and. yes, as the inventors of apple pie and mother, then we will learn the major lesson that Prof. Henry Steele Commager had to tell us. “The first lesson that a nation has to learn is that it is not God."
Dr. Otue
A Stillborn
Nation
by SMITH PAULISON
Tuesday. Sept. 17. about 150 students attended a convocation, not requiring the attendance of Corning Community College students. One wonders if the Administration would have required attendance at this convocation if it had paid some fee for Dr. Otue’s oratory. Perhaps the Administration did not see the importance or relevance of Dr. Otue's presence on our campus. (Dr. Otue is the special representative to the U.S. and Canada from Biafra.) For those who had classes, the convocation centered around Dr. Otue’s dramatic, yet effective, appeal on a very tragic and real situation in Biafra.
It is not the purpose of this article to feed-back all the historical and political aspects Dr. Otue described at the convocation, but to point out one basic substantiated fact about the Biafran-Nigerian confrontation and what people can do about this horrible situation. There is a crushing embargo surrounding Biafra. an embargo which has caused mass starvation and 100.000 deaths, and although genocide appears to be a strong word, it was substantiated in Dr. Otue's presentation.
The U.S. has turned her back on Biafra’s situation by claiming to remain neutral. A fair analogy drawn by Dr. Otue refers to the victims of genocide in Biafra and the victims in Germany prior to U.S. involvement. Does it always take a Peart Harbor for legislators to make any diplomatic moves at all? Can our government only function in a crisis pertaining to us? I believe Vietnam has taught us many lessons about military intervention, but does that completely negate any hu-(Cont'd on Pg. 3. Col. 1)
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THE CRIER
September 27, 1968
Letters To The Editor
People in various positions view a school newspaper with differing attitudes.
Many faculty members see our newspaper as meaningless, super-sensationalistic, attacking intellectual sample pamphlets.
Most students view the paper with little interest. It does, however, suffice for a side track during those Friday morning, 8 a.m. classes.
The Administrators? There is still some doubt as to whether they are aware that C.C.C. does have a paper.
When people fail to understand people, it can become frustrating. But with us, since our main purpose is communication, it makes it even worse, sometimes insufferable—not to be ABLE to be heard or understood.
We intend to do more this year than simply complain. Things are going to get better, and things are going to happen.
We believe that there’s a message to send, and a song to be heard. Presently, our staff stacks up to an enormous barbershop quartet ... how about making it a Mormon Tabernacle Choir? We want to be understood and communicate. Don’t you?
Kathy Davis
Frosh Fatigue
Dear Frosh,
You say you're in love with college and getting D's in all your classes? You say you cut three classes today to play bridge? You say you have halitoses because everytime you go to brush your teeth your toothbrush is missing? You say your roommate has a pet snake and expects you to love it like a brother? Is that your trouble. Friend?
You say you're running down the hall in your underwear and you run into the janitor while he was yelling “Man in the hall?" You say you are starving to death because your last fifty-cent piece won't come out of the change machine? You say your room faces the men's dorm and the window shade broke and you have to dress in the closet and this morning the closet door fell off? Is that all you have on your mind. Friend?
You say you're on social probation because you were caught in the attic of a fraternity house? You studied all night for an exam and then slept right through the
class the	next day?	And	 your
roommate tried 	on	 your 	new
dress, fell down	 the	 stairs 	and
broke the heel off your new shoe?
So you say you’re having room check and it's a race to hide all the bottles and clothes and spill the trash under 	the 	bed?	You
were in the shower with your head full of shampoo when the fire alarm rang? You say the house mother knocked on your door as your boyfriend was climbing in the window, and you had to hit him on the head? And at dinner you got hit with a roll and haven’t recovered yet?
You say the library notified you that you are $125.00 behind in fines, and you have to clean the johns because you were noisy during quiet hours? And there is a hole in your ceiling and now girls keep dropping in unexpectedly? You say you had a blind date who kept you out too late and now you are campused and can't go out with Mr. Wonderful?
Don't despair, Frosh! Keep your chin up! All it is is adjusting to college!!
The Crier
Published by the students of Corning Community College
Editor........................................... Kathy Davis
Assistant Editor.................................Sam McCune
Sports Editor ...................................John Wisor
Sports Writers........................W. Hayes, John Diello, Mark
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A Plea for Biafra
To The Editor:
Please allow me a space in your paper to say a little about my country and why it should concern all of us. Many people have been asking: where is Biafra? What is going on there that concerns the rest of the world? Why can’t Africans solve their own problems? Why is support sought from other nations?
My answers to these questions are: (1) Biafra is an independent state in West Africa, formerly part of the Federation of Nigeria. (2) What is going on in Biafra is a war of “genocide.” being committed with the aid of Britain. Russia, Egypt and the Nigerian Republic, who are helping Nigeria exterminate the people of Biafra. Biafra on the other hand, stands alone against all these countries. It has tried to resist the atrocities of Nigeria. The innocent people are most affected. There are only 14 million Biafrans against 42 million Nigerians. There is no place in Biafra where death does not strike every hour on the hour. I am appealing to everyone to help save the innocent people. This is not simply a political problem, but a humanitarian one. The Biafrans have the right to survive as a nation. Since the Nigerians have pushed them out of the country, the Biafrans do not have any other place to go. The Nigerians continued to chase them, so they had to secede and form a separate country.
Let’s not permit a nation to disappear and then later regret our lack of action or concern. The same thing that happened in the early 1940's between the Nazis and the Jews is happening again, but this time in Africa. The time and place is not as significant as what is happening.
Why not let the blacks solve their own problems? I say to that—let's not forget that all. from all parts of the world, are children of God. People are people regardless of individual status. background, race, creed, and color. We are all brothers and sisters. Why should we let our brother kill another because of differences in opinions? Let’s not wait until the last minute to save lives. The children that are starving in Biafra are innocent. Let's help the children have an opportunity as we did.
Please, we the Biafrans. kindly urge you to support the children.
Please write to the parties concerned, General U Thant of the United Nations, the U.S. State Department, and to President Johnson. to help stop the atrocities that are going on in the Nigeri-an-Biafran War.
Please kindly consider what I have said. I shall be saying more later on. If you would like to join our committee, either contact Bill Stenger. Sam Fergueson, or myself.
Thank you very much for allowing me this opportunity to express my views.
Sincerely yours,
Richy Nzirino
Fools Rush In
To The Editor:
In this first edition of the Crier.
I wish to express some feelings for myself and for other members of C.C.C.
One can clearly realize that many college campuses have problems that the students and faculty have to meet every year, but some of the problems that have arisen since the start of this semester at C.C.C. are ridiculous. One good example of this is the
computers used for registration. But I feel that this is a completely different problem in itself. What I have to discuss is a problem that existed after registration and continued to exist until the end of last week. This problem is the bookstore.
Now. kiddies, we have this very small, but lovely bookstore where you can buy your books for classes. You are college students now—young men and women; still you can not be taken on your honor. You must leave all books, coats, and practically everything you own out in the hall.
In the great stampede to the bookstore, you will find a very kind gentleman in gray, who escorts you in, but only six at a time. (I did say the bookstore was small, but it can hold more than six people.) Therefore, by this small measure, you can realize the tremendous lines that existed for days.
As everyone knows such a problem could hurt a student academically because of the studies that he has to have done. And what about morale?
Now I can say that the faculty were very sympathetic with this problem, but did they try to help the students in any way to solve it? No. they did complain about the lines and how ridiculous they were. All they did was complain! One would think that at least one of the administration would know who is in charge of the hours and the setup of the bookstore and try to help the students to solve the problem.
I am sure students will back me up when I say that something should have been done to prevent such long periods of frustration For example, opening the bookstore in the evenings and on Saturdays before night registration started would have helped. If the employees in the bookstore could not work. I know that I and other students would have been glad to help out in any way possible just so we would not be faced with such a problem.
Come on now, bookstore managers and administrators, we students have a lot of problems when we come on this campus. Eliminate the bookstore problem for us. You are in the position to correct a bad situation.
Come on now, students, let's tell the “powers-to-be” that long lines and the waste of time that results are for the birds.
Pam Primorac
Crush Computers
To The Editor:
May I have your attention please for the announcements of the day? Will student 064-44-3876 please report to Mrs. Pulleyn's office? The way the administration is running the show right now, this announcement could easily become the announcement of the future.
The administration took a bold step last spring by deciding to set up schedules by computer. They didn't bother asking faculty opinion, much less the lowly students (should I say guinea pigs). Mr. Kretch. who is head of academic standards, even said that he had nothing to do with it.
It is obvious that the administration had no consideration for faculty or students on this registration matter. In a general opinion poll of the students. I asked the following questions:	“What
did you think of registration?” Here are some reactions: "It was unorganized." “Couldn’t choose own time, or teachers." “It stunk.” "Got screwed—can’t take a course I registered for last
spring." Many other comments were unquotable. The majority of students were upset to say the least. It is reported that over two hundred students got no schedule at all—just a sheet of paper saying. "Course Closed."
The computers were set up to relieve problems like drop-ads and also to make registration go much faster. There were probably more drop-ads and over-all problems than ever.
One student, a liberal arts major, got a tremendous nursing schedule. Sounds funny,. doesn't it? What if it had been you?
The faculty (should I say some) were also very much confused during registration. Students wait ed in line with drop-ads for two hours just to find out that they shouldn't have been in line in the first place even though their advisors sent them there. These kids were upset and rightly so.
The sophomores almost had half a chance, but the freshmen, with no knowledge of what was going on at all, were blowing their minds. Many freshmen came to sophomores with their schedule problems, and most of us were willing to help. Even with our help, drop-ads were almost impossible to take care of because faculty advisors and teachers were, in many cases, extremely hard to find.
Many of our faculty must be given credit for their consideration in allowing students with definite schedule problems into already over-crowded classrooms.
In the past, even though there were many drop-ads, a student had the right to choose his own profs and times. It is my belief that this way of scheduling, even though a chore for a few. gives a student a chance to be a student instead of a number.
Let it be known that this spring, the computers will once again choose our times and our professors. Once again you computers will be getting up with the dawn’s early light to make that eight o'clock. Once again you students wanting that special teacher for that certain course, may God bless, because the computers won’t.
Jim Goodrich
ORIENTATION TRANSLATED
by CHRIS BEATTIE
I feel most out of place writing this article, as I feel that the members of any of the Orientation groups could more adequately and realistically convey the response of the students about Orientation itself. However, I do want to explain to those students who are not aware of what Orientation involves, just what happened during that time.
Unfortunately for some. I’m afraid that I over-estimated the maturity of many individuals in my group. I told them at the beginning of our first meeting, just what I felt important about college adjustment: the freedom to do as one pleases, but being able to face the consequences is a part of this freedom as well. Following this comment. I told my group that it was not mandatory that they attend any further Orientation activities, unless they desired to. Consequently, out of some thirty-five freshmen, only ten returned the following day. However. learning that responsibility accompanies freedom cannot be fully comprehended through one such decision.
Following this, a period for getting acquainted continued until we (Cont’d on Pg. 3. Col. 4)
September 27, 1968
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Page Three
Stars of Fall Weekend
Tommy and Susan Doyle
Lori Burton
New Faculty . . .
(Cont'd from Pg. 1. Col. 2)
that she held this attitude only as long as it was a "thinking" pro test without property destruction or injured people.
Mr. James Hudson is the new music instructor. Mr. Hudson re ceived his B.A. and M.S. in Education from Potsdam State Col lege. Not new to this area, he has taught previously at both North side and West High School here in Corning.
In considering this year's plans.
A Stillborn Nation . . .
(Cont’d from Pg. 1, Col. 5)
manitarian action by our government? It seems that every move by our government and our people is ruled by the "Bill of Human Economics'." But why pick on the government when our humani tarian institutions like the church and the Red Cross are doing so little? Does our Christian element reflect mercy and compassion or does it truly serve a “neon God?"
This contrived genocide can and will be stopped through the efforts of people exerting pressure on our humanitarian organizations to initiate food drops by air. The humanitarian aspect far out weighs the political aspect when one realizes that thousands are starving to death weekly. Groups on our campus could do much to exert pressure needed to get constructive action. Young liberals— Where Are You NOW?
Pickle Brothers
a Christmas Concert, trip to Alffred for the Festival of College Choirs, and a Spring Concert, are being set up. Also. Mr. Hudson would like to start a small group to sing a variety of musical styles, ranging from madrigals to popular music.
Richard Zeveigenhaft. who received his Masters at Columbia University, not only has taught here at our campus, but also has traveled abroad to France and Africa.
Instructing in Psychology and Sociology. Mr. Zeveigenhaft also
expressed interest sports.
in faculty
Is There A God?
by CHRIS DOUGLAS
........OK where is HE now?
Have faith,
........What about the war?
Aren’t human lives worth saving?
Have faith,
........Doesn’t He watch over his people?
What about the Jews during World War II?
What about the colored people today?
Aren't they worth helping?
Have faith,
........His son.
What about His son?
He let His son be murdered.
Didn’t He love His son?
Have faith,
........What about His people starving?
They’re His people, why doesn't He help them?
Aren't they worth helping?
Have faith,
........Disease.
What about His people dying from disease?
Aren’t they worth saving?
Have faith,
........Is He watching over us?
Is He really there?
Or is He blind?
Have faith,
........Why doesn’t He give us a sign?
Is He really there?
Have faith, baby.
Because today faith is all we’ve got.
And without it. we all just as well will be dead.
Orientation Translated ...
(Cont'd from Pg. 2, Col. 5)	this time. If nothing	else, this also
joined the other groups outside	 to	aided in helping us to further
sing “We love you sophomores."	know each other.
It seems that this activity also	Small groups were then formed
aided in eliminating a degree of	to discuss any aspect desired by
the tension or fear that had been	each individual group. Naturally,
previously present among the	questions concerning Frenick's.
members of our group. In fact.	Sam's and Johnnie’s evolved, and
our group then demanded their	some entertaining comments were
beanies, and demanded that Clau-	made.
dia Lang and I lead them in group	Whether or not anything last-
singing.	ing was achieved in	our group re-
Sensitivity training techniques	mains to be seen. Again, I'm most
also aided in not only easing ten-	unqualified to judge the success
sions. but also in making us	or failure of the program. I do
aware of those around us: identi-	feel that our group became ac-
fying ourselves with someone or	quainted with each other to a de-
some thing. Staring at each oth-	gree and possibly left our group
er. leading each other, and touch-	aware of just what college is all
ing each other were involved at	about.
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“I’ve got this problem”
First day of classes!
“Wipeout!!!”
“Schmock!
“Peace, my child ..
September 27, 1968
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Page Five
“Two - five”
ORIENTATION
‘Heah come de judge’
‘Debbie’s Dunces?’
“I’ve got the word on Stein!”
“Turned on?”
.. little help from my friends”
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THE CRIER
September 27, 1968
God, Love and Tricky Dick
by MICHAEL SADEV
This is the first of a series of articles on the current political picture as seen through the eyes of a still faithful American youth. Later articles will deal with Vice-President Humphrey and other semi pertinent non - entities of Americana.
Americans have, once again, succumbed to the quadrennial phenomenon known as the Republican Presidential Nominating Convention. The Republican hierarchy could not have found a more suitable fairyland setting than Miami Beach. Florida. It was a production that would have warmed the heart of the late Walt Disney. In fact, this phony production would have been, at times, much better for kiddie consumption at 10 a.m. Saturday mornings than some of the surrealistic violence the children now adore with their Cocoa Puffs and milk.
Unlike the Democratic Convention. which I will deal with next issue, this convention was run entirely (with the exception of a certain Senator from the South) by the Presidential nominee. Richard M. Nixon. Mr. Nixon, also known in some circles as the “Cold War Commando." was in full control at all times, and his emphasis and desires were felt throughout Miami and the country. If the conventions are supposed to be an accurate reflection of the moods and desires of the country, represented by various cross-sections of “real Americans." then we are truly living in a Shangri-la where joy and love abound. Those of us who faithfully read Peanuts. Pogo or Li'l Abner know all too well that there is no joy in Mudville. mighty LBJ has struck out.
The debates, or at least those that the public was allowed to see. were all sugar-coated specimens of a fantasy-world actually unknown to politics. Factions
Are Your Eyes Open?
by ALAN PLACE
We are. this year, involved in that momentous event known as the election of the President of the United States.
In the past, as in the future, the man elected must sacrifice much in an attempt to fulfill the the duties and requirements of the job.
National elections are of direct importance to the nation and its citizens. In the same respect, student elections are of direct importance to the school and its students.
When the students elect their representatives, they must not choose on any basis except quality-
If the man elected as President of the U.S. knew, at the time of his campaign and election that he was only going to serve for half his term and failed to inform the voting public of this fact, it would be an A-1 fraud.
The public did not choose the vice-president to run the country,
only to help and perhaps take over in case of tragedy.
Any election, from student government to President, is of direct importance to those involved. Keep your eyes open for an ex ample.
If such an example presents itself. what will we do about it? In this country, and this school, the voters have the choice. Likewise, it is the voter who must assume the responsibility.
If this article has you confused.
I can only reiterate: Keep Your Eyes Open.
within the Republican party were nipped in the bud. and the methods by which this country became a great nation (free speech and the right of dissent, for example) were not allowed in the house of "Tricky Dick." Only one pimple was allowed to surface to the skin of the Republican Party, and that was a blemish that the Republicans may have a hard time living down. I am referring to that stalwart of American liberty, protector of all. believer in the Courts and the Presidency. Senator Strom Thurmond. I’m sure that you all remember Mr. Thurmond from history as that embittered Democrat who in 1948 walked out of the Democratic Convention because he did not believe in the Civil Rights plank of another well known statesman. Hubert Horatio Humphrey. Mr. Thurmond then formed his own party of Democrats which has since become the Republican party of the South.
It is well rumored from certain sources in attendance at the convention that Mr. Thurmond extracted a promise that Mr. Nixon would not pick a Vice-Presidential candidate that was unpopular to the South in general and to old Strom in particular. Also coming from the same reputable sources was that Mr. Thurmond was given certain veto powers as far as the American court system is concerned. I find it highly embarrassing as an American to think that one man because of his place of residence is permitted to have so much power over so many people. I had thought, from watching the earlier part of the convention, that Mr. Nixon had gained a certain finesse in handling delicate matters: that, however. does not seem to be the case. The Richard Milhous Nixon of 1968 is the same crying politician we saw in the early sixties when he told the newsmen of the country and California, in particular. that he was quitting politics and that they wouldn't have ol’ Dick Nixon to push around any more.
Mr. Nixon has gotten older, and also must have a new makeup man: however, he is still basically the same. He has never been able to stand up to an issue and air his views openly without playing the other side of the fence also. On Vietnam, he usually has a statement declaring his moratorium on the subject, lest he influence the peace tables in Paris. For a man who has not won a political office on his own since 1950. this is a rather strange statement to make. It is, however, the real Dick Nixon, and what all Americans saw on their television sets in early August was. I am afraid, the real Republican party. Where there once was hope with Scranton. Rockefeller. Romney. et al. there is but darkness and a forever widening gap between the Republicans and the Americans.
Coming Events
Sept. 27—Film: "Lilies of the Field"
Sept. 28—SOCCER:	Auburn
Comm.—Away Sept. 29—Film: "Lilies of the Field"
Oct. 1—SOCCER: Baptist Bible Seminary — Home Oct. 4—Film: "Georgie Girl" Oct. 6—Film: "Georgie Girl" Oct. 8-13 Coffee House Circuit Week Oct. 8—Convocation: James Farmer—“The Black Revolution"
Oct. 8-SOCCER: Delhi Ag.
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To Fry a Frosh
by AL PLACE
A frosh is a special breed of creature. It requires loving atten tion to be put in the proper position for the kill.
Anyone hunting frosh must first develop a sense of trust in his prey. One excellent suggestion is singing to them: "We love you freshmen, yes we do".
Now they are captured. Talk to them: "Follow frosh. Don't be afraid. We love you and we want you to be at ease.
“We sent your group leaders to a three day training period to make them sensitive to your needs. Follow us now because we love you." Follow like sheep to an I.B.M. slaughter.
A frosh is too large to be put in a pan. A gymnasium is about the right size if you can fit in about a thousand.
Now you must begin a breaking down of their trust. Let’s call it—ah—how 'bout registration.
Break them down quickly: don't give them time to think. If they want Bio. 101. give them 103. If they want English and chemistry, give it to them at the same time on the same day.
Don’t give them any choices like teacher, time or place. If you do, they will realize their freedoms and rebel. One of the unique qualities of a frosh is that they can think. Don't let them.
Now the process slows down. It consists of a continual kneading of the basic ingredients and a slow cooking with plenty of heat. The end product will emerge about two years later. Let's call it a graduate ... or is it an intelligent ENTITY?
The End to a Good Beginning?
by CHRIS DOUGLAS
Hats off to the Orientation Committee! A job well done! Having finally made it to CCC as a full time student, after an extended stay in high school. I found questions ready to be answered. I have seen orientation in the past three years, and have talked to many freshmen of those years. I mostly wanted to inquire as to what I had to look forward to. All I found was a great lack of interest and worse yet. minds full of questions. This was not the case this year. The group leaders were well versed and friendly, presumably because of a training period attended in the summer and an avid interest in the underclassmen. The "Upperclassmen, of course, got their kicks at the hands of the “Honorable Bloody Red Baron". A certain lamp post may never be the same and the grass never looked “so good", thanks to Tony's grooming and Georgia's special roll of paper. All was not in the hands of the upperclassmen though. Right Joe!
After all this, there is one question that lingers in my mind. Will this spirit stay at the college or will it move down the hill to a certain pub, to drift back only once in the fall and only once in the spring for short stays? I guess two weekends a year is enough for a college our size. We most likely couldn't handle any more. Anyway, it's more practical to spend ten or twenty dollars a weekend for a good time. That’s right, that's what it takes to have a time like we would have at a college promoted weekend: one which would only cost two or three dollars and a few hours of
work IF we all got together. There's no sense worrying about it: there's nothing we can do about it anyway. A small handful of students have already tried. All they got for their trouble was a speech from the administration, something about not enough interest. Anyway it takes too much time to talk to the administration. It’s easier to have a few people do the talking and be thankful for two functions a year, instead of more, because there isn't enough interest.
According to the Washington Daily News. New York City Police broke into an apartment and found a man smoking a stick of pot which had been neatly fitted with a filter tip. While booking the guy. one of the cops couldn't resist asking the obvious — Why the filter? His prisoner’s indignant reply: “You think I want to get lung cancer?"
The handsome prince went to visit a king who had three beautiful daughters . . . then he married the king. This is a fairy tale.
Did you hear about the Australian homo who left his wife and went back to Sydney?
Abortional collegiate appendectomy.
When a girl loses her head, it usually ends up on someone’s pillow.
Have you heard about the bedwetting racist who went to Klan meetings in a rubber sheet?
A Tale of Love
(from the Penn Stale FROTH)
After I had showered and shampooed my hair, I put on my pink blouse and slacks and went to wait for Ross in the den. you know. I slouched on the sofa, filing my nails and listening to the tick tocking of the Grandfather clock in the hallway.
Daddy had given it to me after Mommie died, along with that silly umbrella stand. You know, those ones that are supposed to be elephant feet only they're not. Stupid.
In the fireplace the log-fire spat and crackled. Above the mantle my hand tinted portrait of Mario Lanza smiled down at me.
Yes. tonight had to be the night. Tonight I'd tell Ross that our friendship was no longer. Yes. Tonight.
Footsteps sounded on the porch and the doorbell rang twice. Ross's ring. I smoothed out my slacks, puffed my hair and called out. "Come on in, Ross, sweetie.
I left the door open.”
Ross, tall and big boned, swept into the room. He blew me a kiss, took off his overcoat and pitched it on the rocking chair. "Hi. Honey."
He had a gap between his front teeth that was so cute. He walked over and sat next to me on the
sofa.
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I managed a smile. looked down his legs and whispered. "Hello, dear."
I reached over, clasping his hand. He slid beside me. putting his strong arms around my shoulders. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and buried my head in his chest, like I do when I'm happy •
We stared into the fire as he nibbled my ear. The embers glowed finally and then died out. The room was almost dark.
Symbolic.
I kicked my slippers off and curled up more. "Honey, still cold out?" I asked.
Ross smiled, his deep blue eyes twinkling. "Well sort of." He was leering. "But you know, you can warm me up real quick if you just try."
He relaxed his arms, drew me closer and tighter and then tilted his head. I looked up into his nose and pressed my eyes shut. We kissed deeply, broke for breath, kissed again. He pursed his lips, cocked his head. "Tonight ... I want stay ... I love you . . . very much.”
I pushed his chest a little with my fist and leaned away from him. “Ross, I . . . there's something we must discuss. I think."
I blushed. “I . . . uh . . . have something to ask you."
"What, honey?"
"Well. I don’t know how to say this but ..." I leaned away. "Well, damn it. there's only one way to say it. Ross. I must ask you to stop coming around here so much.”
Ross stiffened. His eyes widened. "But. what? I thought we were happy. I mean ... I thought . .
"You thought, you thought. That’s the problem, you take too much for granted.” I thinned my
lips and said. "Yes, if you really want to Know, we are getting too serious. And I want a chance to have some other boyfriends, anyway." I pouted.
Ross pushed himself away. "I don't know what to say. I really don’t."
I	laughed. "You could say goodbye. Ross. You could say that.” Ross said nothing. He backed off the couch and stared at me as if I were queer or something. At last I'd done it. I’d broken with Ross. I was free.
Ross coughed. “Guess there’s nothing more to be said then.” “No." I said, "there nothing." Ross walked slowly into the hall. I watched him put his coat on over those broad shoulders of his. I had to admit he was a husky savage. It was too bad. But there were nicer boys.
He turned the doorknob, opened the door and stood halfway out. I waved and said, “Goodbye. Ross. But you know it's not forever.” Ross smiled. "Yes. I know. It's never that way. Goodbye, Andrew.” And he went out the door.
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