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Western Carolinian Volume 33 Number 05

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  • CAROLINIAN EDITORIALS Reserved Group Seating The Faculty Athletic Committee's ruling that Greek and other campus organizations could not reserve group seating in Memorial Stadium for home football games was not without just cause. Extreme cases such as one fraternity roping off 300 seats and a religious organization reserving almost 100 seats made the ruling mandatory. However, we as well as others, point to the fact that our spirit, our cheering and even our attitude at the first home game lacked the usual enthusiasm. It would seem that the separation of organizations resulted in a separation of said enthusiasm and a lack of spirit for our team. The fact that the band has been placed at the far west end of the student section, rather than in a central location, has been a deterrent factor in crowd spirit. Perhaps if they could be seated closer to the nucleus of the crowd, our total spirit would be improved. Crowd competition is a major factor in cheering our team to victory. Moreover Greek competition, to see which group can cheer the loudest and longest, is at its peak. When one fraternity cheers together, another fraternity cheers louder and longer in an organized, competitive effort. The spirit aroused is contagious. It moves from one group to another. We feel that campus organizations and Greeks in particular deserve another chance, and request that the Faculty Athletic Committee reconsider its ruling. May we offer alternative suggestions. Rather than allowing an individual Greek organization to rope off a portion of the student section without any limitation, we suggestthata specified Greek Section be designated. Since our stadium seating is still inadequate, this proposed Greek Section, could not possibly accomodate all campus Greeks and their dates.. Rather, the section would be decided on a proportional basis. There are approximately 500 Greeks on this campus. On the basis of this estimate, a Greek Section of 250-300 seats might be reserved. Which groups would sit where in this section would be designated by Interfraternity and Panhellenic councils. The councils also would designate seats on a proportional system based on the number of members in the respective groups. Members of a sorority or fraternity would occupy their designated seats on a first come-first-serve basis Under this system it is n >t possible for the ENTIRE fraternity or sorority to sit together. At least, however, a sizable portion of the group could be located in one area. If the All Greek section idea would not be acceptable to the Athletic Committee, perhaps they would consider the alternate suggestion. Let each organization reserve a group of seats somewhere in the student section, but independent of the other Greek organizations. This method would spread Greeks throughout the student section, this spreading the competitive cheering . . . and spirit, This reserved seating also wjuld be accomplished on a proportional scale. For a fraternity with 60 members, for example, two-thirds, or 40 seats would be reserved—again on a first come-first seve basis. If the section was by chance not completely occupied, it would be cut in size for the next home game, The Cats will play on our home ground five more times this season. We urge the faculty Athletic Committee to consider and act promptly on these proposals so that spirit can be heightened this year—not next TheWESTERN CAROLINIAN VOICE OF THE STUOEMTS Published semi-weekly by the students of Western Carolina University, Cul- Mem'ber of: Associated Collegiate Press; Collegiate Press Service; Car- olinas Collegiate Press Association. PriITnB BUSINESS MANAGE! CH^LOTTE A. WISE JAMES S. CHAPPELI Managing Editor, News Editor. Grady Cooper Assistant News Editor Crew Laurianti Feature Editor David Watsor Sports Editor Tom Dlllarc Copy Editors Junie Allen, Linda Norwooc Circulation Manager Ed Cool Secretary Vicki Jacksot Columnists Nick Taylor, Wayne Baldwin, Grady Cooper Tom Potts, Larry Crawford, David Watson, Max Hopper Freeman D. Jones, The Paw. Writers Janice Monteith, Patti Johnson, Gar; Tyler, Ken Ball, Danny Harbin, Jane Burrow, Patsy Warren Patrick Boykta, Janet Garner, Doug Sebring, Kaki Howard Jerry Conners, Sharon Ellerbe. Cartoonist Larry C. B. Whitesid< Photographer J. D. Wilsoi Typists Sharon Shook, Kay Fox, Patti Johnson Judl DeCarlo. Sponsor Steve Becl Editor Emeritus J. Nicholas Tayloi National advertising bx National Educational Advertising Service, Inc. Loca advertising rates available upon request. Phone 293-2312 Monday or Wednesda; nights. Offices, second floor Joyner; Phone, 293-2312; Mailing Address, P. O. Bo: 317, Cullowhee, N. C. 28723; Subscription rate, $4.00 per year. HOBWT1. CftU. 60T Tr»fc rWTAo^v. GrO»VftC>lS6Mt> TROOp* Tt NftvOTH 0\SC«V^A\Ki^T^^I, PUbfX'MST/^N V SWUi<:SvX The Broken Window The snow flakes tinkled like a broken smile against his face as he walked on past the rows and rows of hands reaching out of the wall next to him. The hands had always been there or at least he supposed they always had bat then he had never been anywhere else either and as far as he knew neither had anyone else he knew so he didn't really know, But then he really didn't know he didn't know so it hardly mattered to him at all anymore. He had walked 'his way many times before especially when he was younger and so naive but somehow the hands sticking out of the wall with the snow falling against them seemed funny to him today. He lauj'ied to himself. It felt so good he laughed to himself some more. A few times—to himself. Then he laighed aloud and his laugh pushed a hole through the falling snow flakes. He laughed again and the hole got larger—and the more he laughed, the louder he laughed, the larger the hole became until he finally stepped through and walked along the tunnel his laugh had made. The snow was still fa'ling outside he knew. He could see it and the sound it made smashing itself into rainbows on his tunnel almost reminded him of his childhood—running around naked in the rain, getting wet, feeling it get in his eyes, feeling it cover him up in a Jello-wiggly wonderful sort of way. He took off h's coat and stood there looking around him. It was still cold--it was—because it was still snowing and he knew it because he could see it--not the cold but the snow but he took off his coat anyway. The hands still stuck out of the wall next to him but the snow only hit the shorter ones of them—the longer ones were inside his tunnel. He felt no real animosity toward the hands. He didnt particularly dislike them, They were »ort of~well~there you know. The bad part of it was that he had no choice. The hands had been there since he could remember—and for all he knew they belonged there and he didnt but this thought never occurred to him. He didn't care though because he didn't know it never occurred to him. He walked on down the street past the rows and rows of hands. He had especially wanted to come this way since he was so indifferent—to the hands—even though he didnt really know it and he walked for several hours just listening to the shattering sound of the snowflakes splintering like dropped hints all over his tunnel and being sort of semi aware of the hands he saw sticking out of the wall and stick- By Freeman D. Jones ing into his tunnel he had made. His tunnel was warm and nice— the kind of tunnel he had seen pictures of but had never wanted, He gave his coat to one of the hands well not just any one of the hands—a special hand—maybe it stuck out further into his tunnel but he wasn't sure since it hadn't even occurred to him that it was a special hand. He walked on. „. down the tunnel. He walked on down. . . the tunnel and it felt so nice he took off his shoes and socks and handed each one to a different hand and a particularly large snowflake hit his tunnel and slid down the side with an eye blinking plink and he felt good. He felt good. He felt good standing barefoot listening to the snow so he took off his shirt and his pants, handed them to a hand and sat down feeling rain- soaked good and just sat and watched the sound of the snow- flakes. As he watched, the hands came further into his tunnel and as he sat listening to the snowflakes the special hands that may have stuck a little further into his tunnel reached out,picked him up and threw him and he crashed through the side of the tunnel like a broken promise and lay bleeding to death on the jagged edges of the snowflakes. A l&Mci 0{ GfAJfti By Larry Crawford Has anyone in Cullowhee ever thought of being a professional scrounge of the campus damp receptacles? The idea might require some incurable psychological hangup, but somebody just maybe envies that admirable trashman with his quantities of delicious garbage. Now I'm speaking of garbage garbage, not the political scene on campus. Nor do I mean the messy little involvements that the fraternities and sororities dig up just to fry each other. And please dont confuse garbage with the trivia that some of the faculty dishes out Seemingly, the most likely place to look for trashy objects would be the little green barrels inscribed with some nonsense plagiarized from Lady Bird Johnson, but any competent garbage sleuth knows that these cans are usually empty. Possibly some conscientious campus alcoholic or milk-fiend threw his inconsequential container there. The dormitories are a little more productive. There are plenty of food wrappers, high- camp evidence of flagrant violation of the dormitory cooking rules. Apparently the dorms house more state offenders, for here are the final remains of domestic alcoholic frolic. And be sure to have a magnifying glass along; you may find some very worn pages from last year's pornographic best seller, discarded by the frustrated lovelorn. By anybody's standards, Helder hSn , m.u8t proliflc residence n^L^-H1*™ tte &Tli have the opportomty to throw away everything they own. Just ask the counselors. Far more important, however, is our visit to the Official Bird Building Incinerator. Innumerable schedules and computer forms have gone the way of alj registration inefficiency. All of the political details which regard university status have been. CONTINUED, Page 7.... • FEEDBACK Dear Editor: In support of the letter composed by Wayne Baldwin concerning the "college" laundry, I compose this letter answering his plea. . , In his letter, he asks why a student is unable to pick up lus clean laundry on the day he is supposed to do so. Why does this student have to return to the laundry once a dayunti ii is ready? I can safely say thai one reason he is unable topic* up his laundry is because it isn i even there. Support of preceeding statement: Last Thursday mghti took a bundle of my dirty aun- dry to the basement of Leatner- wood and placed it in the pre indicated place. There were already about 10 bundles there. As I write this letter, 6 days after the incident began,™ laundry bag is still lymgo"^6 floor of Leatherwood uorn' along with about 100 other bun dies. . .he This is quite unfair to m students. It's alright to P^ the 8 dollars to get the clothe cleaned, just as long as *eyg cleaned, But they sure as ne arent getting cleaned m u basement of Leatherwood. I surely hope Mr. J0»v Liner reads the Western ^ llnian. He shall then be,a» to tell the students why** happening. H there is no MP cal answer to this, Mr. "> I for one would like to say y are doing a horrible job.
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