In the lion's den
• Dr. Alfred M. author of several books on the
Middle East, delivered a lecture entitled 'The Middle East:
Another Vietnam?' Jan. 12 in the SUB lounge.
He summed his ideas when he said "American Middle East
policy must change if we are to avert another Vietnam."
Lilienthal was certainly an impressive speaker, but then he
had to be in order to put up with some of the attacks he was
subjected to. To understand everything that he spoke of or about,
one had to be something of an expert in the vast and
controversial field of Arab-Israeli relations. Believe me when I
say vast because he went back as far as Biblical times in
mentioning Moses, the chosen tribes of Israel, to name a few.
A lecture of this nature should not be booked for
presentation before a largely- student audience, as was this case.
There are two main reasons for this(those of you who were there
might find more). First off, his subject matter was rather deep. I
am safe in assuming that some students followed his trend of
thought fairly well, but others were a bit confused.
Secondly, his talk was very controversial. Of the audience,
about 20 members of the Hazleton Jewish community who came
chiefly to rebut Dr. Lilienthal's "half-truths", as one gentleman
put it. Granted, these people had every right to be there as people
and they did listen to the talk without incident,but what followed
was something that you might expect from the chambers of
Hazleton City Council.
These Hazletonians came prepared for battle and battle they
did. No sooner had Lilienthal asked for questions did the debate
begin.
Lilienthal retained his coolness under the barrage, but leaned
to the egotistical side when his credentials were questioned. For
instance, when one of the members of the audience referred to
the speaker as 'Mr.' Lilienthal, the latter responded point blank
that his title was 'Dr.'
His egotism also showed when he said that he had flown
from the big city, New York , for the purpose of lecturing and
not debating. It showed again when someone questioned his
authority on the subject. He promptly began reading the
favorable reviews of his book, "What Price Israel?"
Although audience participation was, for the most part,
confined to the Jewish representatives, a handful of students
voiced their opinions.
One justified argument against Lilienthal was that he had no
right to come to Highacres to deliver a talk with the Vietnam War
referred to in the title. According to another gentleman,one of the
worst things that can be said on any campus is "Vietnam." This
same person said that Lilienthal gave the students the false idea
that soon they may be fighting for Uncle Sam in the Middle East,
just as today, many Americans are dying in Vietnam and
Cambodia.
One major theory that this incident has substantiated is that
not all campus disorders are caused by radical students. Tuesday's
lecture could very easily have turned into a minor scuffle.
Fortunately it didn't.
I am certain that this is a prime example of what is
happening on campuses throughout the country. We college
students are alright. It's the outside agitators we've got to look
out for
Letter to the editor
One of the serious
problems in college and
university life today is the lack
of attention to the personality
needs of the students. Suicide
is the second most common
cause of death on the campus,
topped only by automobile
accidents; but those who have
studied the subject believe that
half of the latter are
"concealed suicides"; thus
suicide actually leads the list.
Dr. Howard A. Rusk of the
New York University Medical
Center collected estimates that
90,000 students each year will
threaten suicide, one in ten will
make the attempt, and that
there will be 1,000 actual
deaths resulting. Beyond this,
he calculates that among six
million students, "some
600,000 have emotional
problems for which they need
professional assistance." The
National Institute of Mental
Health finds that "the factor of
human isolation and
withdrawal" appears to be
critical; and the colleges
recognize the serious problem
created by these "loners". and
are trying to provide help but
admit ( in hundreds of letters
to us from deans) that they do
not have adequate solutions.
This waste of some of the
nation's finest young people is
intolerable. Since for every
actual death, nearly a hundred
have felt so desperate as to
threaten it, much light could
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be thrown on the subject by
learning what factors enabled
the fortunate ones to work out
of their difficulties and keep
going.
With the help of a friend
who is vitally interested in this
subject, the American Institute
of Family Relations is carrying
out a nationwide study of what
is being done and what could
and should be done. We need
to hear from as many students
and former students as possible
who have faced such a crisis.
What pulled them out of it?
Was it aid furnished by the
college or university? or other
community organization? or
by a Mend? or religion? or
reading? Just how did they
save themselves?
We will not publish the
names of any individuals or
schools? The information will
be handled statistically and
anonymously. If you can call
the attention of your readers
to this study and ask for
volunteers who will write their
experiences to me ("personal")
at the following address: 5287
Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles,
California 90027. It may
contribute toward saving
valuable lives.
We shall certainly be most
grateful for any help you can
give.
Cordially yours,
(signed) Paul Popenoe, Sc.D.
President
We are now witnessing the
reward of five years of effort
on the part of former
Highacres students. The
reward, as you may guess, is
the outdoor chimes system,
which is nearing completion in
Highacres's formal gardens.
The project to purchase
'the chimes was begun
.approximately five years ago
when the SGA in power at that
time decided to put their
undistributed funds to use.
Undistributed funds are the
remainder of the money sent
each year to Highacres and all
Commonwealth campuses from
University Park. This money is
to be distributed by the local
SGA to clubs and other
organizations on campus. The
money remaining at the end of
Santana Abraxas
First off, I was terribly
pestered to listen to this album
for weeks. I finally decided
that I had nothing to lose.
Alas, I was mistaken? for after
listening to Santana for what
was for me the first time, I lost
my ideas that this type of
cultural music was not for me.
A group of Mexican and
black Americans do, indeed,
provide for some very moving,
often gyrating, cultural music.
Santana, of course, started the
trend of cultural' music in the
United States and have brought
about the appearance of
Charles Wright and the Watts
103rd Street Rh ythm Band
and El Chicano (who Santana
may be able to sue of
plagiarism they sound so much
alike).
At any rate, the sextet is
quite the group of musicians.
Th e first song on the album,
"Singing Winds, Crying
Beasts," is a great instrumental
and when you lay in the dark
and really get into it, you can
see yourself on the plains of
Africa; wild Africa; so barren,
so bare, so natural. "Black
Magic Wo man/Gypsy Queen"
has, of course, been released as
a single. Th e instrumental,
again, is good, but I don't -
believe that the vocals quite
live up to expectations. The
same can be said of "Oy e
Co mo Va" and, indeed, any
song which is vocal.
Th e overall production of
the album by the group with
the assistance of Fred Catero is
adequate. Th e musicianship
can not be overrated. However,
it is the vocal selections which
take so much away from the
the year is usually sent back to
University Park. So the
students of Highacres initiated
the "Chimes Fund" with the
hope that every year the
undistributed money would be
deposited into the fund until
the chimes could be purchased.
Finally, last year's SGA
accumulated enough money to
buy all of the needed
equipment.
The chimes tower is now a
reality. Located in the garden,
the loudspeakers sound the
Westminster chimes on the
hour and other music is piped
throughout the day from a
tape machine in the game
room. The entire system,
including chimes, the tower,
tape machine and tapes, costs
approximately $4,600.
by JOHN MARTONICK
cultural mood that the group is
capable of putting you in.
Jesus Christ, Superstar
3
A piece of mockery?
Perhaps. But maybe even more 3
of a religious masterpiece than
the Roman Catholic mass. And 3
a touch of sympathy for the 4
great Jesus Christ and you have
something which no priest or
minister could ever put across
in any way.
A controversial album
such as this one stimulates
thought. And, if one gets really
into it, they can feel the
loneliness, the mortal agony of
Jesus during his last week on
earth.
• The important thing to,
remember is that this album
for all you who are thinking of
sacriligiousness, is not such. So
many have told me that for the
very first time they've
experienced what Roman
Catholics and some Protestants
should experience.
Musically, Andrew Lloyd
Weber has put forth a religious
feeling within his music. And
Tim Rice has used his pen to
relate the words and ideas of •
the central figures of the
Passion to modern times.
Vocally, a corps of singers
which ranges from lan Gillan
of Deep Purple to the Trinidad
singers, come across
beautifully.
In all, the pieces fit tighter
than grandma was with
grandpa. Meaning? A good
question. Perhaps it can be
answered by saying only that
you must purchase the album,
and listen closely to Superstar.
And think. What if Christ were
to come today? Would he be as
successful and perhaps more
so? Listen and learn.
you were nothing more
than morning's breath
on a blade of green, green, grass.
nothing more than twin clouds
uniting in an azure autumn sky.
you gave me only two flowers
and the feather of a fallen crow,
one wine bottle and twenty-seven
perfect sunsets with matching dawns.
you came in four doorways
wearing sunshine and rain.
you sang one song that said
everything i needed to know.
and when the musis ceased
you left in search
of another tuneless spirit.
if you say you cannot love
do not despair,
for love can be a consuming reflection
of windows passed •
in crowded city streets,
a mute reminder
of the loneliness
of together...
i think of you often now that life
has cruelly severed the umbilicals
of my existence;
passing countenances fast fading
into yesterday's oblivion.
i tried to count stars
one sleepless night
but dawn blushing in the east
erased my blackboard
before i could finish the sum.
I'd write my mind
if i were patient and brave,
but that would seem a sadness
i couldn't quite endure.
and so i sit and ponder
the why's of our separate lives
must we forever parallell
in this limbo of reality?
how the paths must long
to curve toward intersection
if only for whispered orgasm
to part againinto
the howling night's despair.
- eventually you learn the answers
Tong before the questions
confront you
and all the answers are the same.
leaping across the chasms
of eternity i smily knowingly
pen in hand
salutations and proof of existence
winging their way across the bleakness
to our separate islands
in the desert of all else.
without your assurance
in enveloped parcels
my own purpose
would succumb to
precarious situations
balanced on the touch
of other hands in darkened rooms:
wordless symbols
mutely conveying
the desparation
of my futile plight.
I stopped counting the lovers
after you'd gone
the endless procession
streaming beyond
my bedroom window
is flowing far too swiftly
to ment singular recognition.
the bed remains warn and rumpled
in constant use it seems
now that i've traded away
the tables and chairs,
sold the mirrors and curtail
keeping only vague recollet
to haunt these empty room
after you'd gone
my suicide slipped quietly
through the broken windol
a slow suffocation beneath
the bodies of strangers -
a warm living blanket to
conceal the corpse.
"nothing more"
by dells* niqiiyaa
by denims nricermt
"to J.O "
by denise
"after you'd gone"
by denise rneglynn
HIGHACRES COLLEGIAN, JAN. 18, 1970-PAGE [!
walking alone often now
has taught me the meaning
of cigarettes smoked
in quiet parks
and coffee-cupped encounters
with other weary-ladden wanderers.
i've learned to shadow trees
on well-lit streets,
avoiding the glares of passing traffic
the searching indifference
of sunrays i avoid as well.
haunting new places,
changing faces and names,
never searching through newsstands
for the news i never
want to hear
when the world and i
become non-existent
I'd rather we didn't know.
I thought to be,
The being of life.
In my mind I was;
Then they came.
Drifting silently, they are together
Floating endlessly, I am alone.
"apology to nicholai"
you used to walk in a way
that said "i don't give a damn"
and that was fine.
but too many visions
have muddled your brain, dear,
and too many needles
bored through your skull
have drained the once arrogant
essence of you.
so now your're reduced to
mumbling with the rest of us
and wondering what happened
before the sun
burned out your eyes.
by denise mcglynn
we grew together, although alone;
occassionally sharing the unaccountable
joys and tears
of "growing up" (as others would say,
forgetting the important things
lost in the hierogliphics of life).
but we soon gave up
trying to purchase sunlight
on lonesome highways,
seeking solace beside the tombs,
never actually confirming
our own existance.
and one day you tested
the wings we'd constructed
- fly-paper and feathers
christened in the prayer
of better days ahead -
and off you soared
to another green room
far from the fading wallpaper
of your prison cell.
watching you sailing silhouetted
against the sun, i too,
felt the exhilaration
of your solitary flight
toward dual hapiness;
and i rejoiced in the daring
of your escape,
wistfully planning my own.
someday i too, shall break my ties
and fly the night
to a sheltered haven of peace
(my wings are nearly complete)
needind only a tail wind of confidence
to launch me into
my own scheme of living
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