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Western Carolinian Volume 30 Number 22

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  • Page 4 The Western Carolinian Friday, April 30, 1965 Our College Language Is Unique By Grace Penny One evening as I was stomping in the lilies, I came upon a little frightened man hiding behind a tree. His eyes were wide and he was slightly trembling as he watched me. As I approached him, he quickly snatched up the brief case beside him, and straightened his hat. Before I reached him, he had begun talking in a quick, excited tone. His words came out and went for 15 minutes before I began to understand exactly what it was that he was talking about. Even before I had a chance to introduce myself, he was telling me about this group of people about 20 years old that he had seen stomping through the lilies. It seems that they had been drinking and were using a language that was totally foreign to our visitor. He went on to tell me that he approached the group and introduced himself. And from then on the little man talked a tad too fast for my Southern ears to pick up all he said. The main thing that he was excited about was that he and the group could not communicate at all. Swearing up and down that this was a primitive cult of illiterate people, he threatened to take specimens of this tribe back to his "old country." He went on to tell me that they looked normal—all except for their eyes, and they were a little wild looking. After a while, the amusement that this little man was giving me began to wear off. I felt that I should explain everything to him before he attempted to capture one of the inhabitants of the Valley of the Lilies. So, as best I could, and in the most intelligent way I knew how, I explained to him that these "primitive people" as he called us, did not speak in a foreign tongue, but in jargon. Furthermore, 1 told him that we are a community in ourselves. We are a college. I continued as follows: Jargon is a kind of small talk typical of every college in the world. Being a very restricted form of communication among the students of that particular college, it is almost a language in itself, understood only by the inhabitants of that locale. Not only is jargon typical of every college, but is also found in its most primitive form in the "Valley of the Lilies." This area, being rather "back- woodsy" in nature, is pretty well cut off from the more civilized people of the Western world. When the students of Western Carolina College (and I use the word "college" loosely) encounter those of the more civilized society, a near revolution occurs. The "Roach Palace." known to the civilized as the Ritz Theater, no longer sells tickets to the "flick." Instead, one buys a ticket to a fight: "Rednecks" versus the "Jocks," the Rednecks being the Sylva boys, and the Jocks being the football team of WCC. In one instance this does not hold true: if there happens to be a "skin flick" (a movie in which the majority of the females are nude). In the line of clothing, jargon plays a particularly important role. Articles to be worn are named according to their use or the material of which they are made. If one receives a package from home, he usually hopes it THE WAR QN POVERTY: a message to the Nation*** college students**. Inspiring causes have always fired the imagination of students. Today the United States Is committed to the greatest humanitarian cause In its history—a massive counterattack on the causes of poverty, which are robbing 35,000,000 Americans of the opportunities most of us are free to pursue because we had the advantage of a decent start in life. That start has been denied to one-fifth of the nation's people. Thirteen million of them are children. This is a moment in history for the fortunate to help the least privileged of their fellow citizens. You can help this summer, or for a full year if you choose, as a volunteer in the War on Poverty. . In July and August, 30,000 volunteers ' will be needed in their own communities to assist four- and five-year-old children of the poor through Project Head Start Child Development Centers. Thousands more are needed to live and work among poor families by enlisting in VISTA, the domestic Peace Corps. In Head Start, volunteers work side- by-side with teachers, social workers, doctors, and other professionals to give preschool children advantages which can change the patterns of their lives. Many of these children have never held a doll, never scribbled with crayons. Meager environments have blunted their curiosity. Some are spoken to so rarely that they are unable to form sentences. Head Start volunteers will read to children, take them on outings to zoos and parks, organize creative play for them, and help build the security and self- confidence they need to succeed in school. The rewards come when a withdrawn child begins to ask questions or responds to the affection tor which he has been starved. Without such help, many of these children would be headed for school failure and the poverty cycle which trapped their parents. Many young people who are 18 or older and can serve for a year enroll tor training in VISTA —both to help others and to enlarge their own capacities tor teaching, social work, or careers in sociology, economies, law, and other fields. Home base for VISTA volunteer groups can be a city tenement row, a struggling farm community, an Indian reservation, a migrant labor camp, or a mental hospital. Volunteers may counsel school dropouts, organize recreation programs, tutor children who are behind in school, explore job opportunities tor the poor — in short, do whatever is needed to help people find their way up from poverty. Volunteers become respected members of the communities where they work. The pay is nominal-living expenses plus $50 a month paid at the end of service. But the opportunities are great: you can help pave the way tor an America in which the democratic ideal is big enough to encompass everyone. Will you lend your abilities to peopre who live in need? Join the War on Poverty today! to: Volunteers War on Poverty Washington, D.C. 20506 Send mail to school address Q Send mail to home address □ Clip and mail Yen* I want to help the War on Poverty! D Please refer me to Head Start programs which will be operating Tn or near (location) this summer. D Please send me information on how I can become a member of VISTA. Name__i i 1 1 App • ...... ■ School Address. iHome Address. is a new "set of threads." Now occasionally a student will visit 'The City" and return with new "kicks." Since "kicks" cannot be worn on the gym floor, the freshman visitor will most likely return with "treads." If the shopper is not careful, he will be sold a pair of "recaps" (half soles). When a special is on, he can get a new pair of "treads" that can be "recapped" every 2,000 miles. By the latter part of April, "Joe College" no longer wears "treads," "kicks," or "recaps." Instead, one will see him stomping in the lilies in his "J. C. lowcuts." When the civilized male entered the "Valley of the Lilies" he brought with him the custom of "walking his dogs." Even though dogs are respected more than females in this primitive cult, they go by the same name: dog. It isn't really so terribly bad to be called a dog, but a "dog-bed" is a different matter. The "dog-bed" represents one of unsavory character. Many students classify people as being "R.A's" or "J.A.'s." "R. A." refers to someone who is new to the facts concerning the rules of primitive people. "J.A." expresses one who can really "lay down the steps." (To "lay down the steps" does not necessarily refer to those on a pilgrimage. It also means one can dance well.) The majority of the professors at "Friendly, Friendly Western Carolina College" are not very friendly at all—they are plain "eat up!" Anyone of them is capable of "messing up a two car funeral" to say the least. On the other hand, the minority has definitely "got nice." The qualification for "got nice" is to have "a body that just won't quit." (Some of their bodies haven't s+arted yet, I realize thoroughly.) The "primitives" live as the "primitives" live, and eat as the "primitives" eat. "Scodes" and "Ramps" have proven to be the delicacy of the "Brown Derby"— better known as the "Tomaine Palace." Meals are served promptly at "Gravy-Train" time. "Zoo-zoos" (saltines) are packaged especially to eat with the "Ramps" and "Scodes." Because of the limited supply of "Zoo-zoos," Old Mother Hubbard reprimands anyone who is brave enough to reach for two packages. These uncouth, crude, aboriginal youths who stomp in the lilies connect themselves with the outside world by smoking. The "Greek Weed" was once the fad, but now "humps" are moving up fast. An expression often heard in the valley is: "Smoke? Sure we do. If the cigarettes don't get us, the bombs will!" In order to "save my socks" (one does this when he is getting too deeply involved), I had better gather my "wheels" and go "flagpoling." Now before 3 return to stomp the lilies, I must redeem myself by saying, "I am not the most primitive, not the least of the fair lilies in the valley—but I do like to have a good time." I could have talked on and on, but before I had actually gotten wound up, the little man had gone. The last time I saw him, he was running as fast as he could through a thick patch of lilies. He had left so fast that he hadn't bothered to take his brief case. I turned the brief case over. It read: "Department of Health, Education, and Welfare; Appropriations Committee." And then I understood.
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