HIGHACRES COLLEGIAN, DECEMBER 7,1970---PAGE 2
What happened to:
1. The Student Court?
2. Rate-a-Prof?
3. Yearbook sales?
4. Club turnouts?
5. SGA committees?
6. Coffeehouses?
7. TGIF's?
Well.
(The preceding was a paid political announcement by
Students for an Effective Social Activities Program).
How knot to sukseed
Wonce upon a tyme thare wuz a boy namd Kristoefur.
Kristoefur wuz a verie good stewdent and desighted to go to
callidge. He applied and wuz addmitted to. The Pensillvaneya
Stayt Younivercity.
Won day wile Kristoefur was at skool he wuz cunfrunted by
nun uther than Deen McCallus.
Deen askt Kristoefur if he wood like to run for SGA
president
"Of coarse," sed Kristoefur. "How kan eye lewse with all of
my pleasing, beeyouteaful feetyours?"
And sew he did run and did beekum president. Butt
Kristoefur kood handel even moor! He allsew joynd the Kamera
Klub, and the Bishup Newman Klub, and also appointed himself
hed of the Yearbook.
Wuzn't Kristoefur wonderfull to bee abel to handel thees
aktivities all at won tyme?
Butt poor Kristoefur never had eny tyme left fore himself,
know even to kum to the weakly dances!
Poor, sad Kristoefur. What good were his callidge days? He
wuz everything, and everything wuz he. And in the end, he wuz
nuthing.
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gun for Christmas
Damn, those Commies are clever devils! For years and years
they have been instilling innocent persons with love for certain
key agents.
Shocking and dastardly as it may seem, the infiltrators are
disguised as a well known, well-loved seasonal figure tamely,
Santa Claus.
Yes, the jolly man in the red suit, with red cheeks, is a
real honest-to-goodness Red. Why else would he choose the mode
of transportation so common in Siberia; where else would he have
gotten used to running around without gloves in the middle of
winter, and the clincher: Have you ever seen a domestic reindeer
(especially one with a red nose like Rudolph's)?
Just what does he whisper to the kiddies? I wouldn't even
dare repeat those subversive sentences. In fact, they're even
deadening the minds of children with an idiotic joke like: "What
does a cat get walking across the desert?" Answer: "Sandy
Claws." (Ha,Ha, Ha).
Silence! How dare you laugh at such a play-on-words! The
citizenery must put an end to deviltry of this sort.
Raise up your candy canes in defense, America, and crush
the imposters.
by John Hancock
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Who, me?
Today--Reach out and touch someone's lif
At the present time, no one can truly get to know another
person; no person can open himself up so that another person
even has the opportunity to get to know him. This is not
something that just exists today; it has always been. Perhaps
when man first began his existence upon this earth millions of
years ago, he might have had a more open attitude toward his
fellow human beings. His inability to communicate possibly
hindered any development of this openness, and when the day
arrived that man could communicate more fluently, he probably
had already acquired a certain wariness toward beginning a truly
open relationship with another human. Since then man has
allowed this wariness, whether consciously or unconsciously, to
shape his relationships with other people. This is a deeply
regrettable fact of life.
Everyone is too busy being true to "self," trying to protect
himself from the possibility of being hurt by someone else. "I've
got to watch out for my own feelings." "I come first." "I don't
want to be hurt." You hear this all the time. Many people put up
strong emotional barriers to thwart any attempt to reach them,
and standing there behind the barrier, they carry on with their
tragically unfilled existence. These people never know of the
rewarding experience that accompanies the enlightening discovery
of another person.
Most people are afraid to open themselves up to another
person because they feel the person would gain an unfair
advantage over them by finding a flaw or weakness in their
character. This person would then have an almost omnipotent
power, one that could be used to hurt them emotionally. And
emotional pain is the worst kind of pain. Emotional pain is hard
to reach, hard to stop, and can be very destructive.
Understandably, no one wants to leave himself open to this type
of pain.
Nothing, indeed, but the possession of some power can with
any certainty discover what at the bottom is the true character of
any man.---Burke.
Pandora's Street
Young 735429169-218 was staring intently into the large
tele-viewing screen which covered the wall of his cubicle.
"Please be quiet, Father," the seven-year-old admonished the
middle-aged man who was entering the boy's room. "I am in the
midst of relaying my answers to this advanced theorerical
hyper-space fusion calculus exam to computer central." His hands
were busily pressing mulitcolor-coded buttons built into the arm
of his chair, activating the circuits that would automatically
transmit signals to the world-linked computer bank that was
teacher, baby-sitter, and part-time mother to each of the millions
of children upon the face of the earth, plus those on the near side
of the moon.
The man smiled as a large, bright blue "CORRECT"
immediately flashed upon the tele-viewing screen.
"Great work, son!" he beamed. "You got them all right!"
The lad's expression remained unemotional as he turned to
look up at his parent. "Of course I did." he said. "It would be
more of a surprise to me if I had not answered perfectly. With
subliminal programmed learning it is almost impossible to make a
mistake."
The smile was fading from the elder's face as quickly as it
had come. "In my day things were different," he said to himself,
almost inaudibly.
"Speak up Father. How can we carry on a meaningful
dialogue during my interclass break if you mumble to yourself all
the time?"
"When I went to school, we didn't have all of this
newfangled electronic gadgetry," said Mr. 218 pointing at the
tele-viewer screen. "We had classrooms where all of the students
and the teacher could be together. Those were MEANINGFUL
classes! That was REAL learning! Why, you can't even throw a
spit ball at your teacher anymore unless you want to pay a
tele-view repair bill!" he exclaimed.
The child-man remained unabashed. "Father, do not be so
archaic," he responded. "This is the year 2000! We have no need
for that obsolete learning situation anymore." He stood up and
tried to put his hand upon his father's shoulder but couldn't
reach it, and so let his arm rest upon the video control console.
"There is no need for school anymore," concluded the precocious
child.
"8ut...but..." the man stuttered, turning from his son, pacing
around the room with arms outstretched as if groping for an
answer from the very refiltered oxi-consum, and finally lookiny at
his expressionless offspring again, having gone full circle.
"But...what about the friendships that school helped create?" he
finally spurted. "You never leave the occu-bloc...you never play
with any of the neighbor's children..." he said excitedly, his voice
rising. "You've never even seen the neighbors!" he finally
bellowed with frustration.
"Your outburst was most unnecessary, Father. Of course I
have friends whom I play with," he countered. "In fact, I am
scheduled to play with 397215457 at 0532.1 P.M. in 23 seconds
via satellite from Rome. The quadro-visual environment projector
will be activated automatically." The boy pressed a green button
marked "stereo aud-vis." "It will be just as if 397215.457 will be
in this very room. Of course you can never really be sure that it
isn't a computer-programmed substitute based upon 397's
previously recorded motivated-personality info tape. Would you
like to stay and meet him?" he asked.
The man shook his head slowly. "No," he said in a low voice,
walking out of his son's quarters and into the living room. The
father gazed with blank eyes through the wall-sized
plasti-windows into the rainbow-dotted mechanized world around
him and saw only bleak shades of gray.
by Richard Rockman
by Gene Davis
Getting to know someone and having him tell you thin.
about himself carries with it a burdensome responsibility. 116
responsibility will become very heavy at times, and the desire to
unload your mind will appear, and it will be tempting. But yell
mustn't tell anyone, or your sell-respect will be lost. And what do
you have if you don't have self-respect? Not much!
People tend to put on a tacade wnen talking to other people.
We all do sometime in our lives; some of us do it all the time. We
put on a false face and don't show who we are really are. We
allow acquaintances, or friends to draw conclusions about us by
omittance; when speaking of certain things, we don't come out
and say, "Yes, it's true," but we don't deny it either. We allow
them to draw their own conclusions, letting them assign is
certain attributes that allow them to accept us. And acceptance Is
waht we want; we don't care if the other person knows who we
really are.
These fears and emotional barriers prevent us from having{
any more than just a superficial relationship with other people;
we do not want to get involved. Many times in our relationship.
we create a picture in our mind of what the other person is like.
Usually this is a very distorted picture, and it becomes even mon
unreal as we build upon it from day to day. When we find oat
what the other person is truly like, it can be extremely shattering. ,
It is disturbing indeed to discover reality after a long and
enjoyable self-constructed dream.
It is unfortunate that, at the present, people cannot
genuinely get to know each other. An open and free relationship
would be a revelation. Two people communicating, many
communicating. Saying things to each other that two humus
beings had never before shared together. Such a happening would
beyery revealing and very rewarding. And the whole world would
be a better palce for its happening. We can only be optimistic awl
do our best to make this a reality.
The Abuse of Power
by John Martonick
Noted English author Edward Moore once said, "Povtic
admits no equal and dismisses friendship for flattery."
It is true that power can corrupt? In theory, this is true; It
fact, even more apparent. The corruption brings about
omnipotence. With this omnipotence, all virtue, all honor is lost
and all that one is left to possess is his glory; backing in do
afterglow of conquest.
So it is clear that with the acquisition of power, comes a
parallel ominpotence. Th is attitude (which is all that tin
omnipotence is or can be) is dangerous as is the abuse which goes
along with it. English stateman Edmund Burke stated it this way:
"Th e greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse." Bu t it is
not necessarily this power which makes for dangerous abuse but
the attitude of omnipotence. So , to paraphrase Burke: "Th
greater the attitude of omnipotence, the more dangerous tint
abuse (of power).
On the same line of thought, if noe possesses an omnipotent
attitude, he cannot accept friendship. For how can one accept
friendship if he believes himself to be above all others. He then
sees everyone looking up to him as he looks down upon others.
Friendship, then, to him, becomes flattery, hero worship, call it
what you will.
The omnipotence I speak of here is not aGo d-like one. It is
human omnipotence, and, being so, must be repeatedly displayed.
It is this display which in turn, with its continuous use, causes
disgust and even despair. This display can also bring out the
feeling of uselessness and worthlessness in others. All creative
activity under the omnipotent leader then ceases and the fruits of
good work are never brought forth. It is becuase of this that a
system of mistrust develops between all people under the person
in power; between each other and between each individual and
the figurehead.
In regard to this, Sir William Jones stated, and I must agree,
that "MY opinion is that power should always be distrusted, hi
whatever hands it is placed."