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  • 14 '■'■" ~ ' " ' ■ ii i i 11 ■■ ■■ .... opmiorv&editorial Western Carolina University's Independent Student Voice western ■ • • arolinian letters to the editor A Stranger's Thought It was about 11:30 p.m. and the rain was pouring down in the CUMC graveyard. It seemed as though a rain cloud was just hovering above the steep hill where the graveyard rested up on. The drops of rain smothered my anorak, leaving a slight film of moisture. It seemed strange to be here behind the dorms of Albright-Benton so late at night with the rain turned on at full capacity. "The perfect movie scenario," I thought to myself. "Picking the graveyard as a profile topic seemed to be a pretty good idea. .. " This cemetery is mainly a community cemetery that consists of about fifty graves associated with well-known campus names: Brown, Walker, Norton, Smith, Buchanan, Coward, Wike, and Smith. Some of these names may be familiar to WCU students and faculty members since they appear on campus. I looked around the graveyard and saw nothing but tombstones of all sizes, most were small and only a few seemed large. The small graves stood from one to three feet, while the big ones stood from five to eight feet. Some of the markers had miniature statues on them like a dove or some other sort of bird. As I stood there shining my flashlight on the graves, I sensed a mysterious aura of some sort. It was kind of like when you sense you are being watched but don't know who is watching you. My flashlight made out massive silhouettes from the graves. These shadows were huge, almost frightening. As I walked around the tombstones, I noticed that there were a lot of old, weathered down markers. They were very fragile and had moss and other fungi growing on them. The tombstones that were not weathered down were ones that were made since the middle 1980s. They were made of marble or durable. Erosion had taken place underneath some of the graves, and they seemed to be sinking into the ground. I also noticed some very tiny markers that stood less than a foot high. They resembled of square rocks that had three initials carved into them. I learned that these tiny markers were the graves of infants that were stillborn. There were at least five of these markers and I guessed that they were placed in the graveyard somewhere around the early 1900s. They were roughly weathered down, but you could still make out the initials that were carved into them so long ago. I came across a marker that was broken in two. It belonged to a one-year-old child. The marker was anything else but new, and the roughness of the marker told me that this child had passed away a very long time ago. It was around 1880 when the child died. She wasn't the only one-year-old that was placed in the graveyard. There were two others along with her. They all seemed to have passed away within the same time span. How weird that seemed. At the beginning of the school year, the Chancellor told the students of a professor that passed away. This was Professor Fred William Brown, and he was buried there in the cemetery. Although no marker has been placed up yet to significantly mark his grave, I noticed a grave that was freshly dug. "I bet his marker will be made of marble," I thought to myself. There stood on his grave a bouquet of silk flowers. I noticed that there were a lot of silk flowers in the graveyard. I guess loved ones just used silk flowers instead of live ones to keep the grave looking nicer for a longer period of time. As I left the cemetery, I specifically remembered three graves that I had came upon earlier that night. One was that of World War I Captain Lieutenant Zeke B. Byrd. He was in charge of Co. H 119 during World War I. He was born in 1896 and died 1968. The second grave was remembered only because there was a quote. It read, "She mixed her colors well." My first thought of this was that she was an artist. Her name was Ruth Wike Cannon and she was born in 1901 and died in 1927. Last of the three graves was a past WCU football coach. His name was Robert Lee Waters and he was born in 1938 and died in 1989. He must have been a good coach because his marker read, "All-American Coach." I had no idea that we had so many important people in the cemetery. I left the graveyard that night wondering how all those people died. It was none of my business, but you can't help but wonder. As I was walking down the hill from where the graveyard stood, I looked back to get a different view. Most people think of this place as very ugly and shrewd. I thought it was beautiful. —Christopher L. Nguyen Dreaming My heart felt as if it were about to burst with excitement as I sat in the large recital hall and listened to the WCU Inspirational Choir. The Chancellor's Office sponsored a program to celebrate the life of Martin Luther King Jr. I attended the function to pay tribute and also to get a feel for the attitude of the attendees. The auditorium filled slowly, on the rainy Thursday night, with people of all ages, races, and nationalities. For those in attendance, it seemed as if no matter what the background of the individuals, people wanted to show their support and understanding for King and what he "dreamed" for the world. As the auditorium in the Coulter Building began to settle down, the chancellor took the stage to open the ceremony. Chancellor Bardo made it a point to explain that King's views and ideas were "where we want to be as a university, in a whole." Bardo showed great enthusiasm in introducing the guest speaker, Ms. Rosalind Fuse-Hall, secretary of the University for the University of North Carolina. Ms. Fuse-Hall showed great pride in speaking about Martin Luther King Jr. Her speech was greatly received by the crowd of supporters, who seemed to share the same "dreams" as the late Dr. King. Fuse-Hall explained that King was the first black man outside of her family that she respected and looked up to. She also aroused the crowd's attention when she declared that the "fire of his spirit" is what keeps us alive today. A challenge was also asked of the audience, to "accept the challenge," no matter what the odds were. Do your best and take advantage of the opportunities bestowed upon you. The musical selections performed by the WCU Inspirational Choir assisted in lifting the audience's awareness of the struggles that King was faced with throughout his life. —Patrick Blankenship Harassing phone callers: why bother? No one on this campus is immune from the stupidity of a harassig phone caller. Why do they do this? Are they just that bored or are they just that psychotic? I have received several of these phone calls over the past few years. I am sick and tired of guys calling me in the middle of the night telling me about their sexual fantasies. There are 1-900 numbers for that sort of thing. I hang up on them, but they still do not go away. What does it take to get them to understand that girls do not want to hear a guy masturbating over the phone while he moans louder and louder? You have to be some kind of a sick b d to think that a girl actually wants to hear that over the phone. If we wanted to hear or see something like that, we could rent a porno video from one of the local movie stores. Guys, if you have nothing better to do in the middle of the night than to call some sleeping girl and tell them that you have a "big" something or another, than you need some serious help!!! This is not a movie. Scream II was a made up movie that was supposed to make you laugh and scream all at the same time. Don't be stupid and think that you can become like that. Psychos go to jail. Did you not learn that when you were a child? Scream II was only a movie. This is reality. Get A Clue!!! In fact, get a life!!! Find a nice rock to go crawl under because that is where you belong. Stop the madness, because one day you're going to get caught!!! —Mackenzie Strohl Leold by Roger and Salem SaUoom© 1997 / got this friend. He's always failing in love. He's been answering the personal ads on his computer internet. He sends romantic tetters back and forth on the computer all day and night. Now, he's in love with a girl in Ohio. He lives in Massachusetts. He has pledged marriage. He's never ever seen her. They won't talk to each other on the phone because they're afraid they'll get spooked and run away if they don't like each other's voices wow. I suppose it could be worse. All last year he was in love with a girt who turned out to be 3 guys from UCLA. SI western no g Terry K. Roberts, Editor F® Earle Wheeler, Production; Tracy Hart, Copy; Stacey Ruiz, Assoc. Copy; .Seth R. Sams, Photography; Chad Leake, Advertising; Aaron Krauss, On-Line Production; Christy Wilcox, Office Manager James Bucky Carter, News; Phoebe Esmon, Features; Donald Costello, Sports; Daniel Hooker, Assoc. Sports John Moore, Advisor Contributing Writers: Jaime Hodorvick, Jason Sheets, Andrea Pappas, Alex "Movie Guy" Esmon, Greg Iredell, Eish tHEOLdSrUdETtr UT|i0n Phone, 227-7267; Fax, 227-7043; e-mail, carolinian@wcu.edu Open 2 pm until 5 pm, Monday through Friday. Staff meetings are held at 9:00 p.m. Wednesday evenings. The Carolinian welcomes letters from its readers. Utters printed contain the expressions and values of their authors. The Western Carolinian reserves the right to refuse publication of letters containing defamatory statements or obscenities. All entries must be signed and no longer than 250 words Mail letters to PO Box 66, Cullowhee, NC, 28723, or e-mail your comments to carolinian«?wcu.edu. All e- ul and letters should read ATTENTION: LETTER TO THE EDITOR
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