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Friday, November 20, 1964 The Western Carolinian Page 3 Limelight By Thad C. Roberts I recently saw a rather mediocre movie entitled YOUNGBLOOD H A W K E. This long-awaited adaptation of Herman Wouk's best-selling novel stars James Francis- cus, Suzanne Pleshette, Genevieve Page, Eva Gabor and Mary Astor. Both James Fran- ciscus and Suzanne Pleshette give creditable performances; Genevieve Page completely walks away with the movie; Eva Gabor has bulging breasts which constantly pop out of her very elegant gowns; and Mary Astor occassionally sweeps through in a wheelchair. The plot was once very interesting and even sensational, but since the production of RETURN TO PEYTON PLACE it has become almost cliche^. It is the stereotype story of a poor boy author who goes to the big city and makes good, meets girl and/or girls, but of course plays too much and is forced to to return home to the good life down on the farm with girl and/or mother. The author, Youngblood Hawke (how symbolic), who hits the big time is played by James Franciscus. The girl, his editor, who fights the love-battle and wins in the closing scenes is the role played by the beautiful Suzanne Pleschette. The married woman who keeps and sleeps with Hawke (there one in every movie) is the very adequate contribution Genevieve Page makes to the show. You may remember Miss Page from EL CID in which she played the golden-haired princess, or from SONG WITHOUT END in which she was the jealous wife of Liszt. Both of these performances were marvelous, and she loses none of her capacity for terrific presentations in YOUNGBLOOD HAWKE. I have yet to determine the reason for Eva Gabor in the movie except she takes up so much space on the screen when filmed from a side angle. Mary Astor is the aging actress who stars in the stage adaptation of Hawke's novel. A passing comment is that the woman cast as Hawke's mother, in this reviewer's opinion, gives one of the most atrocious perform- movie. She previously play- moie. She previously played Elizabeth Taylor's mother in BUTTERFIELD EIGHT where she played one of the most atrocious performances I had ever seen until she appeared in YOUNGBLOOD HAWKE. One of the highlights of the movie is the score of Max Steiner which intermittently shows traces of A SUMMER PLACE. As a matter of fact, when Miss Page is not on the screen and the story is becoming somewhat dizzy, you might find yourself, like me, lost in Mr. Steiner's music. As it is, although Mr. Franciscus and Miss Pleschette are enjoyable, I found Genevieve Page's performance and Max Steiner's music the two best things about the movie. Ser endipi By Gary Carden ty Feedback Faculty Letters Questioned; Hirt Thanks Carolinian Staff Dear Editor: Obviously some crack-pot has been writing idiotic letters to the Editor and signing the names of various faculty members and their wives. The faculty members and spouses should be told of this unauthorized use of their names. If the signatures are genuine, has the CAROLINIAN become an echo for the voice box of the administration and no longer THE VOICE OF THE STUDENTS? Please withhold my name from publication—not because I am a coward, but because I am extremely intelligent. Sincerely, Extremely Intelligent Faculty Member (Name Withheld by Request) "secrecy is the guise of cowards." While not condoning the publication entirely, I do think that had the writer, or writers, signed his name he would have been kicked out of school and, therefore, become a martyr of his cause and, in the process, brought more publicity to his cause. While secrecy may be the guise of cowards, it is interesting to note that the Jews under Hitler used annonymous publications to cite their plea to the world in World War II, the Christians under the Roman Emperor Caligula used the same method, and so did the followers of Martin Luther and the French Revolutionists. I wouldn't say they were cowards, would you? Yours truly, Bill Smathers Dear Editor: This letter is in regard to the several letters received from Mr. Julian Hirt and which were published in the "Feedback" column. I feel that THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN was perfectly justified in printing the annonymous letter which appeared several weeks ago. Contrary to what Mr. Hirt said about the immaturity of publishing such a paper in THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN, I think that you should have published it and congratulate you for printing it. After all it is the duty of the newspaper to inform the students of campus events; the printed circular was a campus event and the students deserved to be informed about It. Another thing which I found a bit hard to swallow in Mr. Hirt's letter was the phrase Dear Editor: This is to thank you and those members of your staff who worked so hard last week-end to make a success of the High School Editors Roundtable. Your help and advice in publishing the little newspaper was deeply appreciated, and the paper itself showed the results of your experience. The high school students were particularly impressed with the manner in which you helped them, and I think all of them who worked with you have a better understanding now of how to pi'blish their own newspapers. I wish it were possible for everyone at WCC to know how much it meant to the college to have your valuable help, even through the long hours of Friday night and Sat- —Continued on page 8 (In the year, 2164 A.D., an archaeologist, digging in the ruins of the city, Arcadia, in the Valley of the Lily, unearthed a manuscript which was inside a Pepsi-Cola bottle. The manuscript was apparently written shortly before the destruction of the city, Arcadia.) HERE BEGINNETH THE ADVENTURES OF SIR BEAMISH, KNIGHT OF MOUNT GRIBBLE AND HIS ADVENTURES IN THE LAND OF JOYOUS YOUTH. Sir Beamish, knight-errant in search of adventure, descended the Mount of Gribble into the Valley of the Lily. His trusty steed followed the meandering path through Speedwell Vale to Arcadia, he discerned a black cloud of gloom nanging over the land of Joyous Youth. The courageous heart of Sir Beamish grew troubled. No birds sang. The lilies drooped. No nymphs and satyrs romped and frolicked by the stream of the Tuckaseegee. At the entrance to Arcadia, the noble knight saw two youths defacing the inscription over the entrance to the town. No longer did the inscription read, "ARCADIA, LAND OF JOYOUS YOUTH," but "ARCADIA, LAND OF MELANCHOLY YOUTH." "Youths, what does this mean," said Sir Beamish, "and who, pray tell, are you?" "Alas, brave knight, our happy land has fallen under the sway of vicious tyrants. I am Sir Off-Campus and this is my brother, Sir Chug-a-Lug of the Joyous Grape. We have been banished from the land of Arcadia. The tyrants who have control of this land have outlawed the worship of Bacchus. Our vineyards have been hewn down and the juice of the grape has been poured into the Tuckaseegee." ■Campus Classics- Country Clothes _ schools and colleges across the nation-Country Clothes by Pen- ueton are a back-to-school prerequisite. Paired to excel in sampus good looks are these ter- Kfic teammates. The belted-back Herringbone sleeveless Jumper takes a deep v-plunge over a gtriped turtleneck Sweater of pne-gauge wool. Youll love the easy elegance of Pendleton's fall f64 collection of current and •lassie campus casuals. And. re- hiember, Pendleton considers) jrour fashion needs as well as' TOUT budget. For study hours or ' wtra curricular activities, choose L00% virgin wool Country Clothes by Pendleton and walk iway with top honors. At favored! lepartment and specialty stores hrouwhout the U.S.A. "Ah, Villainy!" said Sir Beamish, and he descended from his horse to comfort the saddened brothers and bewail the lost joys of Arcadia. They rent their garments and tore their hair. Then, the heart of Sir Beamish waxed hot. He said, "Comfort yourselves, brother, for I, Sir Beamish shall ride into this dolorous land and challenge these tyrants." As Sir Beamish rode through the melancholy woods of Arcadia, he heard wails of despair rising from the sylvan forest. As he rode around a turn in the road, he saw another dismal sight. Hundreds of lovely maidens lay on the ground and wept piteously. A short distance away, an equal number of young men beat their oreats and gave plaintive cries of longing. "What terrible plight has befallen this host?" cried Sir Beamish. A lovely maiden a- rose from the grass and addressed Sir Beamish thus: "Oh, noble knight, we are forbidden to love! The evil tyrants of this town have banished the worship of Venus." "Oh, woe, and lack-a-day! cried Sir Beamish, renting his breast. "Our lover's nooks have been desecrated," said the fair maiden. "Street lights are everywhere. No where in the entire kingdom of Arcadia is there a darkened corner where lovers can woo." The maiden fell to the ground and screamed. "WE HAVE NO PLACE TO LOVE! OH, WOE IS ME!" She then bit her leg and gnawed the bark off several trees in a frenzy of despair. The heart of Sir Beamish was touched with pity. He said, "Weep not, oh maiden of tender passion. I, Sir Beamish, will right this loathesome wrong!" And he rode sady onward. Suddenly, Sir Beamish saw the Brick Castle of the black tyrants. Black rage and bile swelled in his courageous heart. When he thought of the pitiful plight of the melancholy youths, he knew he felt no pity for these tyrants. Brandishing his sword, he thundeerd into the Brick Castle. Ah, dear reader, the vengeance of Sir Beamish was wonderous to behold! No member of the Brick Castle was spared. Yea, all perished before his wrathful blade. My poor pen cannot record that terrible slaughter, nor do I know the names of the tyrants. I only know that Sir Beamish smote them all. A great shout of joy went up as Sir Beamish emerged from the Brick Castle. The dismal cloud above Arcadia was dispersed. The birds sang. Satyrs and wood nymphs danced joyfully through the woods. The sounds of exploding street lights filled the air. Sir Off-Campus and Sir Chug- a-Lug frolicked on the lawn with a six-pack of beer. Then, Sir Beamish called the joyous youths of Arcadia to a great assembly and spoke to them as follows: "Youth of Arcadia, the weight of oppression has been lifted. Once more you may tend the vineyards and worship Bacchus. Once more, young lovers may woo in the blessful privacy of darkened corners. Once more, " But here. Sir Beamish was interrupted by a young maiden who said, "Sir Beamish, we don't like the blessful privacy of darkened corners. We don't like the discomfort and inconvenience of the darkened wood. We want to woo in comfort, out of the rain and the wind. We want to erect a HOUSE OF WOO!" Sir Beamish was disconcerted. "Fair Maiden, isn't that going a bit far?" The maiden grew angry. "Sir Beamish, you do not understand. You are a Puritan. It is natural to woo. It is healthy. I like to woo, and I am a normal wholesome maiden. Are you opposed to woo, Sir Beamish?" Sir Beam-, ish blushed. "Sir Beamish," said Sir Off- Campus, " I don't want to tend the vineyard. Besides, I am tired of wine. I want to build an ABC store." "But . . ." said Sir Beamish. "We are not children," screamed Sir Off-Campus, as his voice broke into an adolescent squeak. "We are mature people who can handle adult responsibility!" "Let's build a mead-hall!" said Sir Chug-a-Lug. "We want a bar in the House of Woo," said the passionate young maiden as she tenderly bit Sir Chug-a-Lug's ear. "And snap-top can!" said Sir Chug-a-Lug as he pinched the maiden. "Mixed drinks in the Student Union!" yelled Sir Off- Campus. "The House of Woo should have stereo and dim lights," purred the young maiden as she accepted a swig from Sir Chug-a-Lug's beer can. "Say, that is better than wine!" "Color t.v.!" someone screamed. "Pepsi - Cola machines!" yelled another. "But . . . . " said Sir Beamish. "Day - time ball - games!" yelled another. "Perhaps a Beauty-Rest mattress or two," sighed the young maiden. Sir Beamish rode sadly out of the land of Joyous Youth amid screams of ecstacy and joy. As he slowly passed the banks of the Tuckaseegee, he noted the empty beer cans and Haig & Haig bottles that were already floating in its crystal waters. As he reached the slope of Mount Gribble, he passed a giggling band of maidens dressed in Bunny costumes, and pursued by Sir Off-Campus and Sir Chug-a- Lug. "Come back, Sir Bemish," cried Sir Off-Campus. "You must stay in Arcadia and smite the tyrants if they return!" Sir Beamish shook his head sadly. "I think I will give up smoting for good," he said. HERE ENDETH THE STORY OF SIR BEAMISH, KNIGHT OF MOUNT GRIBBLE. Selections are now being accepted for the 1964-65 NOMAD. The deadline Is January 22. Manuscripts may be sbumitted to Betty Sprung or Dr. Agnes Stout before this date. All manuscripts should be typed in triplicate.

The Western Carolinian is Western Carolina University’s student-run newspaper. The paper was published as the Cullowhee Yodel from 1924 to 1931 before changing its name to The Western Carolinian in 1933.

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  • Date original: 1964-11-20;
  • Date digitized: 2017-10-05
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  • Dimension: 16" x 10.5"
  • Pages: 8 pages
• Subject - Topic
  • College student newspapers and periodicals
  • Cullowhee (N.C.) -- Newspapers
  • Universities and colleges -- North Carolina -- Cullowhee -- Newspapers
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  • Jackson County (N.C.)
  • Cullowhee (N.C.)
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  • Western Carolina University
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  • WCU Students Newspapers Collection
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  • HL_WesternCarolinian_1964-11-20_Vol30_No10
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