Babson College - Babsonian Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Apathy? . . . Certainly not! Feeling of futility? . . . Perhaps Not knowing how to get an in on leader- ship and World politics? . . . Most likely. Do Babson ' s potential leaders fathom the depths of mega politics? . . . Given the oppor- tunity they would definately find it exhilerat- ing. One note of optimism amidst the global crisis is that the students on campus are confused and confusion is the first step to thinking, and that too, thinking with tolerance. Khomeini ' s threat of an oil embargo may be irritating but will certainly not lead to Xenophobia on campus. There is definately some alarm on campus with regard to the direction of US relations with the rest of the world. Should the U.S. allow West Europe to capitulate from NATO? Should the CIA back off and not intervene in Afghanistan and not help the Muslim rebels against the Soviets, keeping in mind that it is the same breed of rebels, who in Iran, branded Carter and Senator Javitts as enemies of the people of Iran? Should the United States pros- trate itself for Mexican oil? Opinions differ enormously and three groups have evolved on campus. The first group is the Traditional Con- servatives, that Babson has attracted since day one. These people would probably answer no to the questions above. The second group is one of gung-ho entrepreneurs who love risks and would do anything under the umbrella of ad- venture and venture . Finally, there is a small group of egg-heads who are so swamped with rationality, arguments and counter-arguments that Macbeth ' s Life is a Tale, told by an Idiot, full of sound and fury signifing nothing. sum- marizes this groups latent bias. The tempo of Babson ' s intellectual input vis- a-vis global affairs is changing just as fast as the global issues themselves, and one gets the feeling that eventually the entrepreneurial in- fluence on campus would dominate and in an- other five to ten years, one would hear quite a bit of Babson ' s entrepreneurs trying to influ- ence and dominate the wide world of politics and business . . . Babson Inc.? Ramiz Allawala 10, You could plan a trip, or get your books by mail attend a concert. An Egyptian waves a friendly greeting as the first of three Israeli «| stay in shape, „y j ' — - get fast answers, o •J2 O a i Deng and Brezhnev: Icy Sino-Soviel relations are melting. Jimmy ' s brotherly 1 Greater Boston will be sunny today with highs in the 40s. Tonight will be fair und in the 3Us. Tomor- row will be mostly sunny with highs again in the 4(»s. • ' Top Exporter Spans Five Continents •s? - 140 ItJTaiiMMgBBn aHlMMUMttBBBBMHIBM B imBMM

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Clones In June 1978, WBCN, the once-proud flagship of counter- cultural rock and roll, had run aground. In fact, following the peculiar logic of ' BCN ' s progress, the rambunctious symbol of alternative radio in Boston had been reduced to someone who didn ' t exist. Duane Glasscock, an eighteen-year-old from Leominster, a student at Nabisco Junior College, was trying to make it as a deejay, and failing badly. Unlike ' BCN ' s star of yesteryear, Charles Laquidara (whom Glasscock considers a burnt-out case), he had no compunctions about treading on the sensibili- ties of his listeners. Laquidara had to call girls women, but not Duane. Laquidara had become Boston ' s answer to Miss Lone- lyhearts, a status whose pitfalls he recognized and he estab- lished long ago a policy of refusing to answer his mail. Not so Glasscock. Glasscock loved being a star. Duane Glasscock, with his brittle, delicate, suggestive name, could do many things that some with Laquidara ' s reputation would never do. He was punk. He was openly ambitious. He was openly con- temptuous of other deejays. He mispronounced WBCN ' s call letters. He was throughly Seventies. Although Duane only broadcast on Saturdays, he quickly garnered a loyal following. ' BCN ' jumped in the ratings from fourteenth to eight among Boston ' s FM stations. A softball team in Pembroke dubbed itself the Glasscocks. A fan club started and certificates were mailed to those who requested them. WBCN seemed revitalized. It was reborn like it used to be, remembers Glasscock. Music is always a reflection of time, commented Laqui- dara in reference to his youthful colleague. Punk music is a statement of how useless everything is. That rock ' n ' roll is fucked. They ' ve reduced songs to their barest. There ' s no more fancy shit. If I had to listen to radio I ' d listen to Duane, not me. But then the June ratings were issued, showing ' BCN ' in another slump. Glasscock was livid. But no one expected his broadcast of June 17, the most direct challenge to the radio ratings system ever mounted. This is what Duane said: Speaking of bad Kharma . . . I ' m Duane Glasscock. This is WBCN. Most of you know about the rating period where they send ratings books out. There are a whole bunch of ratings corporations and companies who make their bread by conducting surveys, minisurveys or maxisurveys, tele- phone surveys or on-the-street surveys. The big one, the presti- gious one, the major one, the not-so-usually reliable one, but the one that everyone really relies on because it ' s the Cadillac of ratings systems is the Arbitron Research Bureau — ARB. They send out what they call diaries to different selected places around the city and the suburbs and they leave them with the family and they ask you to fill out the diary. You know how it is. They do it in TV too. You who are listening to this right now probably have never gotten a diary. But the diaries do exist. But I don ' t know how they do it. With diaries you can just make anything say anything. I been look- ing for a full time gig with this station. And this was going to be my ace in the hole. The ARB ' s were going to come out and show that Duane Glasscock was listened to all over America. Anyway, the ARB has said, ' No, no. ' The figures came out and I guess on a one to fifty score I got a two, which means that according to this research bureau there are eleven people listening to me. This is total bush. You know it ' s not true. Look, here ' s what I have to say. I ' m angry. I don ' t want to be sour grapes or anything. So please, I know there are more than ten of you. So as many of you as possible, and do it neatly and with class, would you all take down this address: Arbitron Research Bu- reau, 4320 Ammendale Road, Beltsville, Maryland 20705. Wrap it up very carefully because I don ' t want you t : offend the mailman, or anybody who touches the package between the time it gets from where you are to Arbitron. But please wrap it up in little baggies. You can spare one. Send them a bag of shit. Okay? Do that for Duane. The response was more than Duane hoped for. All during his show listeners called in requesting Arbitrons address. One listener volunteered to cart piles of manure in his truck to ARB ' s entrance. Other listeners explained in detail precisely what variety of excrement they planned to send to Arbitron. Apparently, ARB did receive many surprise packages. The company may not have understood why it was the beneficiary of these odoriferous mailings. They failed to protest to WBCN, to Duane Glasscock or to the FCC about the matter, so the sudden appearance of wrapped dookies on their door- step may have remained a mystery. The management at WBCN, however, knew who was re- sponsible. A month earlier, T. Mitchell Hastings had sold the station to a New York - based firm called Progressive Com- munications Inc. for $3.5 million, an equitable sum given the prices of radio stations today. Although Progressive Commu- nications won ' t assume onwership until sometime after the FCC approves the sale in the late fall, they demanded Duane ' s head. They wanted to use me to fill Boston ' s potholes, Glasscock says. Laquidara was invited by station manager Klee Dobra to a meeting about Duane ' s future. Everyone wants your ass, Dobra informed him. Duane is a total asshole. He ' s fired. Can ' t you just suspend him? Charles pleaded. Duane is more popular than Charles. Are you schizoid? Debra asked. You ' re the one who fucking fired him and not me, Charles countered. 142