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Behrend?
A Fable
By Kurt E. Ca vano
Executive Editor
Once upon artirne there was, in
a small city, a small liberal arts
college. Designed as a land grant
college, this school was dedicated
to the education of its students.
Over the years, this school grew
and grew until eventually it was a
veritable booming metropolis of
young adults.
In general. it was a very happy
place, the students were satisfied
with the education they were
receiving and, on the whole. most
of the teachers were adequate for
their jobs. There were no riots.
there was no unrest, everyone
was more or less content.
One day at sunset on a white
horse, rode in the infamous dean.
Coyote, the wonderman from
afar, worker of miracles and
healer of all problems, who had
more great ideas than could be
imagined. He was received at this
college with much applause and a
multitude of hoorahs and cheers.
He had come to raise this small
peaceful college to heights never
imagined by people in the area.
His ideas were received with
awe: *he surely must be a genius,
this traveller from afar. He had
the brains and cunning of a fox, he
must surely have descended
from the heavens themselves.
This dean of faculty from
across the land had many ideas.
and they were all accepted
without question. The rise in
prestige at this college was ob
vious. and everyone knew who
was responsible for this. In leaps
and bounds they rose. higher and
Letters
Credit is due
Dear Editor
After experiencing .1 weekend
such as last weekend. one must
give credit to those responsible
for getting it together. No Spring
Arts committee is a breeze, but in
the long run. it's a great time. I
thank everyone associated with
Spring Arts and vspecially these
following people who spent many
tedious hours serving with me as
marshals: Larry Szoszorek.
Gary Harned, T. ('lyde Kennedy.
Peggy Joy, Jill McCoy, Doug
Rue. Brad Federspiel. JoAnn
bruno. Jim Marshall. Christine
Johnson. Warren Dobson, June
.Jacobs. Debbie Kimmich Cindy
Scaringi, Steve Narolski. Pat
Weldon. Daryl Canfield, Rick
Venturella.
Also very helpful were: Mike
.Jackson. Nancy Wingert, Ken
Popelas, Melissa Duvall. Mary
Ann Ladd, Murray Markovitz,
Debbie Thompson. Stephanie
Ifitchens Chris Koch. Roger
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higher, nearly to the height at
tained by Icarus.
Everyone thought that the new
image was great, except for one
person; they called him the fool.
He paid them no attention; he just
didn't understand. The fool had
been at this college for several
years, and he saw the change; he
just shook *his head, he didn't
understand.
His favorite teacher had just
been removed from the faculty, -
he didn't understand. Then
another teacher and another, he
still didn ' tunderstand. But
everyone knew why, except him;
the old teachers didn't have
PhD's. Everyone knows it's
essential to have a PhD to be an
effective teacher.
Then came the final blow. The
best teacher he ever had, a
language teacher, - was replaced,
replaced by a person with 14
degrees in languages. The
multitude again cheered the dean
from afar, this fox of a man had
done it again, one teacher with 14
degrees, people will come for
miles to learn. But the fool only
frowned, he didn't understand.
His new French teacher was
unable to speak, but no one cared,
it didn't matter. She was such a
master of language that everyone
thought she would surely be able
to teach French without
speaking. She was the most
qualified person in the world to
teach French and she must be
great. But the fool just frowned
and he left this school to find
another. He was dissatisfied with
a new dean who had strange
values; he doesn't understand.
varying viewpoints
Zanes. Sue Saunders. and last but
not least. Gail Peck, Kim Wise,
Sue Yandrick, Linda Bailey, Lynn
Cable, and Amy Mosch.
Thank you.
Doug Roth
Sophomore Class Pres.
An Open Letter to Students and
Staff:
It has come to my attention that
some of the existing teachers, or
professors (as the term is
sometimes misused) are being
released to go on to bigger and
better things. I have also noticed
a strange thing, of all the
teachers being "let go" none of
them possess_ doctorates. This
can be just another one of those
strange unexplainable coin
cidences, or it could mean that
the administration has developed
a perverted set of values. Having
a faculty of pure Ph.D's looks
great, and is very impressive to
the Erie community, but it does
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Editor-in-Chief
Priorities
Ron Wayne
Entertainment Editor
Betsy Choder
Sports Editor
Behread- -Collegian
By Jerry Glass
I was digging in my backyard
the other day when I happened to
come across an old Indian camp.
Excavating further, I came
across some pieces of broken
pottery and an old piece of dirty
parchment that had what ap
peared to be a poem in. Ancient
Greek writing on it. How the
Indians got a hold of it, I'll never
know, but I had it translated by
my next-door neighbor, and I
thought you might be interested,
so here it is...
There was a place, not far from
here.
where dwelt a simple folk.
land was known as
Behrendia,
and its people were a poor joke.
They laughed, they played, they
danced and sang,
and spent their time on mirth.
Their troubles were few, they had
no cares,
they were a friend to all the earth
Then one day in early fall.
in the year of seventy-six,
a darkness came upon the land,
and all the cows were sick.
The people cried, they shuddered
and hid
This will be my last com
munication as student body
president or as a student here at
the Behrend College. This year
has passed all too quickly and
much has happened to all of us
here. I remember sitting at my
desk earlier this year con
templating what I would write in
my farewell article. Hundreds of
ideas occurred to me, few of
which I remember now. I suppose
it would be appropriate to just
relate the things which come to
me now.
For the past several years.
most of my life has been invested
in the Behrend College and I feel
it the best investment I've ever
made. The experiences I have
had here and the people I have
met through these years have
nothing for the quality of the
education that can be had at
Behrend College.
Teachers that possess Ph.D.'s
are undeniably intelligent, but
basically research oriented_ They
spent their last two to five years
in college doing research, not
learning teaching skills. This type
of teacher would be great if
Behrend were a chemical plant.
but Behrend is a people factory.
dedicated to turning out people
with the best education possible. I
do not want to categorize
teachers who possess Ph.D.'s as
being poor teachers, but I would
like to say that we should not hire
and fire teachers on the basis of
the weight of their degrees.
Sincerely.
Kurt E. Cavan
Executive Editor
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this summer!
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under beds and in the stables.
Though a simple folk, quite dull in
fact,
most remembered an old fable.
About a time when a people would
come, .
,all dressed in khaki green,
and march up and down in neat,
straight rows,
and their games would be mighty
clean.
These people would bring new
laiis and ways
and godsvery powerful and fine.
With names like Dwight and Viet
Nam,
and Kent State, a sacred shrine
And these people came, in rank
and drove
and set up shop at once.
They called themselves the
Rotsee camp
and sent letters in great abun
dance.
These letters promised
everything from rank to
financial aid.
So that all the poor, both black
and white.
were in the end persuaded. -
And they joined these people in
_A Word From Our
By Mike Woods
SGA President
made me a much different
person, and I hope a better one.
I remember many all-nighters
sitting over books and miles of
computer read-outs trying to
figure out what it was all for, and
many other nights sitting around
cases of kegs with a bunch of
crazy lovable clowns celebrating
everything from the Christmas
season to the anniversary of
Richard Nixon's first tape
recorder. I remember sitting in
Mr. Kochel's office in heated
debate during last year's dorm
protests and sitting in that same
man's office this year. discussing
things like two friends. How
things change.
I could spend the next month
referring to salient memories but
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hopes of gain,
of money and the skills of war.
So that all the young of a once fair
land
were marching to the beat of' a
' drummer singular.
No laughter was heard, or dance
or song,
only drums and buglers loud.
And where once had dwelt many
single men,
now lived only. members of a
crowd.
They looked so fine, standing
there in rows,
so neat, and lean and the same.
As they went through their drills.
with the
girls spinning guns, they hardly
missed a thing called names.
And Behrendia grew strong, both
proud and brave,
with but one flaw all its might.
And afterwards, all were to say it
was a shame
that most never came back from
the fight
I'll admit it is a rather juvenile
attempt at poetry. But what can
you expect from a bunch of
Indians who apparently ran the
only Greek restaurant in the New
World. Certainly not art.
President
the Woodsy Collegian so I won't
belabor this issue. Suffice to say
that the Behrend College means a
lot to me. It has been my home
and my existence for a while and I
care much for its future. I only
hope that the students who
remain here will make a genuine
effort *to develop the college in all
areas. As students. we all have a
vague idea as to where the
problems lie academically and
socially. It is up to the student
body to set a positive example for
next year's incoming freshmen
oops ) I mean freshpeople, and to
let them know that college is
more than attending classes. To
show them that college is people.
working for people, working with
people. but most of all, working
together- to improve their own
college community. College is
often the last forum where a
person can express his ideologies
in whatever manner he wishes
and exercise his creative talents
in rn-pny ways. As students, don't
neglect these opportunities, for if
you do. you will be the ones who
miss out.
, In conclusion. would like to
acknowledge several people.
Dean Lane (who has been like a
father to me when I needed it),
Dean Bainum. Jay DiFrank, and
Mr. Kochel have been great this
year and have a genuine interest
in Behrend's student body. When
it comes to this year's S.G.A., I
could never do them justice. We
have worked long and hard many
days and nights, my friends. You
are a hell of a group, dedicated,
concerned, positive, and
genuinely beutiful people. I will
miss you all. I have never in my
life worked with a better bunch!
The organizations on campus are
too numerous to mention and the
outstanding student personnel
could fill a page - you know who
you are - you're all beautiful!
Only one group remains un
mentioned, the Behrend College
student body as a whole.
Regardless of what anyone may
say, I think you are a group of
wonderful people. You are what
my job for the last two years has
been all about. I wish each and
everyone of you the best of luck
wherever your lives may lead
you. In a sense, you have been my
employer for the last two years.
Please allow me to say that this
employee is grateful for
everything you have given him in
this time. It has been so much
more valuable than any monetary
award. I wish there was
something more I could say. I
just can't believe it's all over.
Your support has made the
Student Government work. I
consider it an honor to have
worked for such a group. Before I
start getting terribly emotional or
rambling longer - Thank You for