University of North Carolina Asheville - Archive Yearbook (Asheville, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 178 of the 1975 volume:

I ©©Mggcfla Funny Pages (Deep Philosophical Ruminations) Editorial (Shit Hits Fan) Letters to the Editor (Dear Abbey Strikes Again) True Facts Ms. Highsmith ' s Diary (Midnight Confessions) Biggies on Campus The New Senate Game by Mattel 23rd Bong UNC-A Divinities Uncle Bill ' s Coloring Book (Cravons not Included) 1 2 3 One Chief Ray, head of UNC-A Security Police, mistook his ma ce for his sine-aid. This tragic injury resulted in the acquisition of Baron, a German Shepherd skilled in sniffing and locating dope. Auditions for the role of student food service were held at Mission Memorial Hospital. As a reward for participating in the auditions, students were given three hours semester credit and a major medical plan. Upon verification of an electrocardiogram Dr. Walker was proved to be alive despite some rumors of Rigor Mortis. (He ' s expected to complete his sentence in a very few weeks.) The Student Government is presently attempting to pass some legislation calling for the union of the Infirmary with the Asheville City Morgue. The rationale from one to the other. Two students were discovered at the end of a line leading to the Registrar ' s office. Unfortunately, the two students were pronounced dead on arrival at Mission Hos- pital. Cause of death was determined to be dehydration and malnutrition. According to the attending physician, the two students had evidently been standing in that line for one year. A new super hero came into being on the campus at UNC-A. A dark-featured man wearing a wooly sweater with a big red Z sewn on the front, was seen dashing around the campus attempting to save students from the hell thev had enrolled in. Dear Diary: I began today by knocking on Billy ' s door. In moments he had the dead bolt unfastened and the chain off the door. Looking as disheveled as usual in his full length, double-breasted terry cloth robe, he shuffled to the kitchen to make the first decision of the day which breakfast cereal from the variety pack to choose. A quick spin of the spoon, made it another Captain Crunch day. However, he couldn ' t decide if breakfast was wo rth it without his Donald Duck bowl leaving him to make the decision he gave me the keys to his room to pick out his outfit for the day. It being Cap- tain Crunch day, I quickly laid out his dark blue suit with the secret pockets. After putting his I.D. card in his jacket pocket, (should he need it for reference during the day). I also gave him 20 t for milk money. Billy came in and pro- ceeded to dress. While I was tending to his dirty dishes he filled his small flask and packed it along with a straw in his back pocket. Some people would say we ' re in a rut but with my Bill it would be a mistake to change any smooth function- ing routine, afterall love means never having to change one ' s routine. Letters to the Editor Dear Editors: What is not a 24 hour banking system, weighs 2,642 pounds, and never sleeps? The dog pound won ' t send anyone til we can tell them what it is and we can ' t get out to score. I must go help hold the door. Please hurry! FLIPPED OUT IN FLATBUSH. Dear Flipped: Her name is Elvira Simms. Tell her you are both homosexual and she will go away. Please do not give her our address. THE EDITORS. Dear Sirs: If one reads your magazine while hanging like a bat, it makes more sense. Is this how you write it? VLAD DRACUL, TRANSYLVANIA HEIGHTS. Dear Vlad: We write most of it from a squat. Three guesses why. ED. NOTICE: To our perterbed contributor; We send your manuscripts back unused because we have all the shit we need. 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ROD PHOTOGRAPHY . 15 m ' • caJ|esa]|r s Come and Wine and Dine, as It Was Done in, Caesar ' s Time. 633 Merrimon Ave. 16 17 Harry Johnson Biology 18 George Stein Political Science Fred Farzanegan Psychology Frank Edwinn Music John McCoy Biology 19 John Stevens Chemistry Bob Farzanagen Political Science 20 John Bernhardt«Biology  1 L i Arnold Sgan« Education Milton Ready History 22 James Stewart Philosophy Arnold Wengrow Drama 23 Phil Hartman Math Lloyd Remington Chemistry Z -■ E W9 lohn Barthel Economics 24 Patsy Clarke Drama Ron Schmoll German 25 |im Wills Physics Lester Zerfos 1 s Psychology , % 1 wM f$ K % £$ 1 f -- ' Jte- m i it.  ■ «L- t. - ...V Sk S ViHiHHi HBH Bill Bruce Psychology 26 Rob Cole Physics BobDaughton P.E Michael Gillum History Lutrelle Wishart Literature Ellis Shorb Literature 27 Tucker Cooke, Elma Johnson, Jos Van der Meer Art Coetz Wolfe Political Science Jim Vinson Physics 29 Gene Raine • Political Science Paul Sweeney • Drama 30 Charlotte O ' Kelly, Larry Carney Sociology Deryl Howard Philosophy 31 Marcel Andrade Spanish 32 Julie Johnson Spanish Administration Francis Coyle Math 33 Faculty Unveiled . . . Number 1 Number 2 Number 3 Number 4 Number 5 Number 6 So Much for Computer Dating 34 And That ' s Where Babies Come From Is That the Look of a Sane Man? 35 Sleeping Beauty — Vigilance Forever 36 Where ' s the Party, Gang? 37 if enT6RTflirrmenT UNC-A ' s joint Fiasco with the Civic Center re- sulted in 200 persons attending the Ted Nu- gent and the Amboy Dukes concert. Along with several hundred students, Ted Nugent did not show for his own concert. Out of the 200 persons who did attend, approximately 50 of those were UNC-A students. Another UNC-A student government folly, complete with a large loss of the student ' s money. 39 Coffeehouse performances, while few and far between, have seen a gathering of students at each one. Dan Lewis (pictured here), and Zimmerman and Wright have both graced the Cof- feehouse with performances where friends are made and beer is downed, where beer is downed and friends are made. While the student turnout has not been spectacular (when is it?), those students who did show had a good time filled with good music and allright beer. 40 The not-so-well known folk singer, Gene Cotten put in an appearance at the UNC-A Gym. Student turn- out was approximately 100. For a change, the Gene Cotten concert was one of the best UNC-A had seen. To top off the evening, Gene Cotten and his wife were presented with a minutes before pur- chased bottle of champagne, as it happened to be the night of their wedding anniversary. 41 42 Answering the Curtain ' s Call The UNC-A Drama Department consists of Assist- ant Professor Arnold K. Wengrow, Instructor Paul J. Sweeney, Lecturer Patsy M. Clarke, and a con- stantly waxing and waning student retinue of theatrical aspirants. In addition to approximately two major produc- tions per academic year, the Drama Department sponsors the Forum theater, which features pro- ductions directed, staged and designed by the drama students. The major productions this year were HAY FEVER by Noel Coward, presented first term of Fall Semester and CAMINO REAL by Tennessee Wil- liams, presented second term of Spring Semester. 43 44 45 Tinkerbells and Twinkletoes The signs have been posted all over campus, or maybe its been left to word of mouth, due to superior planning and quality personnel. But, no matter. The fact remains that yet another dance is on the calendar. Suits are taken from their place in the far corner of the closet; dresses are cleaned, made, purchased or borrowed; the liquor store has been hit so many times that it is reeling; hints have been dropped all over campus as to who ' s not busy that Friday or Saturday night in question, but would like to be; cars are being cleaned out; rides are being arranged by all the stags; in short, everyone ' s getting it together so thev can shake it apart on the dance floor. As the dance gets under way, the music draws the brave ones out onto the dance floor to loosen up and throw it around for a while. The more sensible party-goers sit at their tables, toss it down and get loose before they take out their courage and shake out their kinks. Who cares? The object of it all is to have fun. And as one staggers from table to table, peering through the dark and the haze, sitting, sipping and shooting with the rest of the lushes, one experiences a sense of fellowship seldom felt by large bodies of people at UNC-A. The band might be good or bad; the music too loud or not loud enough, but no one seems to mind. Smiles are openly displayed; laughter dances across the air lighter than anyone on the dance floor; hugs are freely and enthusiastically exchanged; the trickle onto the dance floor has become a steady stream, and no one is worrying about appearing foolish or silly. Though the ice supply might be shrinking rapidly, or the soft-drinks might be almost gone, though cups might have become so scarce as to be worth their weight in gold, and the beer might be all foam, spirits are still soaring and flowing, limbs and laughter are still flying, and everyone is too caught up in enjoying themselves, their dates and their friends to be preoccupied with com- plaints. Tomorrow will be soon enough to move slowly, pop aspirin, groan, moan, and complain about too many people in too too little space and not enough chairs around too few tables. That ' s not a part of tonight. Tonight is a night to enjoy, to laugh and love and to dance all cares away. V £ T FP lp } .; ft i  • ' s S XXt A v. v7 ' v - -«S W«J8 1 % 91 J 5R fc fr soccer laurie young The UNC-A 1974-75 Soccer Team had a very encouraging season this past fall. The team which added a lot of new members thisyear, work to- gether as a squad to pull a record of three wins, four ties, and four losses for the regular season. This was only the third varsity season — the previous two years our records were 1-9 and 1-8. The most important wins of the year were over Stetson and the Citadel. The Bulldogs got into the District Play Offs with Warren Wilson but were un- able to contain the Owls. We scored a record numberof goals this year — 15! This proves how much more competi- tive UNC-A Soccer has become. The Bulldogs had 17 members on this year ' s squad. We will only lose one senior next year — Tom Burke. He shared the title of Co-captain with Carl Hawkeye Stang. The Freshmen con- tributed highly to the scoring of the team — they were Lou is Lepper, Richard Pauling, Curt Wright, Dennis Homolka, Mark Kemo, David Saia- barasi, and Khali I Labeeb. The other members who added depth to the team were Darryl Hancoff, Jim Wild- man Grigsby, Earl Brown, Eddie Car- ter, Rudy Moorrees, Bill Poole, Richard Moody, Ray Lassider and our extreme- ly capable goalie, Jim Turner. The support from the student body was welcomed very much. The parti- cipation of the fans was much better than in previous years. The squad it- self was also an enthusiastic group of guys. The team was coached by Mr. Sam Miller and his assistant, who vol- unteered his services was Bill Barfield. Sept. Oct. UNC-A 17 Appalachian 7-0 21 Citadel 1-2 27 Western 1-1 1 Furman 1-0 4 use 1-1 9 Tusculum 3-1 12 Warren Wilson 1-1 19 Central Wesleyan 1-1 22 Belmont Abbey 6-0 25 Stetson 2-3 30 Wofford 0-5 Kung Fu Same to You! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it ' s Millar blown sky high! 50 H ■ a Get that ball, get that ball, get that ball and CO r 1 Here 1 come Lie Manus Hey man, Watch that step! V Women ' s Volleyball Janet Atchison Give ' em hell, girls UNC-A has the phenomenal misfortune of contending with in- consistent victorious intercollegi- ate athletic teams, which outside of the well-funded Men ' s Basket ball team, usually face dissolve- ment. To delve into analogy or the evalution of the athletic de- partment ' s manuvering tactics and their supportative sources of maintaining the solitary sport of men ' s basketball, is to abrupt- ly expose the sensitive issue of community politics. This student chooses to avoid that entangle- ment. In spite of the overt discrimina- tory and rather contemptible at- tempts by a few people in the ath- letic department to dissolve the Women ' s Volleyball team, we have survived and had an illum- inating record of a two year exis- tence. Our first season was a dis- couraging beginning. However, we did attend an invitational tournament in Tallahasee Fla. as well as being requested to be one of the only two teams representa tive of the United States in the international tournament held at the Bahamas. Mysteriously, there was simultaneously a shortage of funds and we were unable to at- tend. This season we were a stronger team yet losses exceeded wins. As participants of the North Associa- tion Western Intercollegiate Dis- trict, our record reflects some of these scores: Oct. 7 at Guilford UNC-A LENIOR-RHYNE 2 15 16 14 16 18 Oct. 17 a tUNC A UNC-A ERSKINE 7 15 15 10 15 8 Oct. 28 at Guilford UNC-A UNC-CHAPEL HILL 15 14 16 Nov. 7 at Atlanta UNC-A MISSISSIPPI STATE 15 4 15 8 At the 1973 Awards Assembly, it was the first time a woman was recognized for her outstanding athletic performance. This award went to Dalton Mclwain. Much credit is to be given to Dalton for she initiated the establishment of Women ' s Volleyball. It was also at this assembly in which again for the first time a woman was award- ed an athletic scholarship. I was the recipient of this award. All these events would not have been possible without the expert- ise skill, enthusiastic encourage- ment, and persistent efforts of our coach, Dr. Milton Ready. Ac- knowledgement is to be given to Rhonda Stewart and Pat Henry who with Dr. Ready, exhausted themselves in many hours of bickering in pursuit of funds and rights for women ' s inter-col- legiate athletics. Next season will be a reflection of the endurance and stamina the women have as they continue to be participants in the struggle for women ' s athletics. ' Pretty Maids All In A row ' 53 Swimming — UNC-A Pam Adams Swimmers, take your mark . . . Fonzo laps ' em again No Blake, a Mark Spitz you ' re not! 54 And after this we have our 3 x 400 ' s, 4 x 600 ' s, and 5 x 899 ' s with a five second rest between. Oh, only 10 minutes left, well go ahead but cut the five second rest. The Davy Jones Locker of UNC-A has enhanced new tal- ents and feats from this year ' s 1974-75 Swimming Team. This movement is spearheaded by an enthusiastic and dedicated coach Betsy Montgomery, whose own daughter swam her way to the 1972 Olympics. Could this possibly be the goal of some of her swimmers for ' 76? One can never tell. As the stopwatches tick away, we may find that some could give even Aqua Man and Spitz a tough time. ders, but have added to them with Doug Ballard, Pam Adams, Blake and Bruce Hobbs, Rick Malone, Diana Palmer, Karen Hartman, and Khalil Labeeb. In light of this let us not for- get those persons springing into mid air executing various flips and sommersaults. The diving team is comprised of Coach Tom Zumberge, Clay Hutchinson, and Randall Par- rish, all of whom are quite ex- perienced divers. Considering their tough schedule consisting of Atlantic Giving their time and sup- port in order to help accom- plish these goals are Debbi An- gel and Colleen Whitt, mana- gers of the Swimming and Div- ing Teams. A product of strenuous morning and afternoon prac- tice sessions since the begin- ning of school, the Aqua- Dogs represented UNC-A with distinction. A tough sche- dule that began in November and ended in March conclud- ing with the NAIA Nationals, The King Neptune who will serve as captain is Doug, lov- ingly known by the poolside as Fonzo Fleck, a junior trans- fer student from Augusta Col- lege. Veteran flippers contri- buting to the team are Ken Johns, Bill Bulmer, and Nancy Miller who reigned as Esther Williams on the diving team. Like any intercollegiate com- petitive squad, there is need for depth. Fortunate for the team, we will see new faces adding to the total team effort. They haven ' t cooled their rud- Coast Conference and South- ern Conference teams, the swimmers and divers will be exercising their adequate po- tentials. Hopefully, former swimmers like Pat Hickey, Rob Thompson, and Rick Davis will be able to help the team later in the season. With the stamina en- durance built up through-out the season, we might not be surprised to see some of the members of the Swimming and Diving Team at the AAU Sen- ior Nationals in Cincinnati in 1975. saw many of the school ' s re- cords being smashed time and again. This was accomplished only as a result of hard work and dedication from some of our talented athletes. As the end of the school year draws near, not so is the work of the swimmer or diver. This summer while taking a break from aca- demics, the revered cadence of Swimmers take your mark ... will continue to be heard. 55 SftSSW if fe ■ 57 ■ ■ I VT 4 rj.«u - 58  59 60 r .vaoh UNC-Asheville ' s Bulldogs managed the North Carolina State Goliath pretty well. It was David that did the Bulldogs in as they aimed for the upset of the year, Dec. 3, in the Asheville Civic Center. The final score was 111-68 in favor of the defending NCAA bas- ketball champs, but subtract All- American David Thompson ' s 42 points and the Wolfpack managed only 69 points to UNCA ' s 68. 61 Golf Laurie Young w- s 62 The 1974-75 UNC — A Golf Team has a lot of potential this year. Although we lost Louie Biago and Richie Faison, the Bobsey Twins, we have gained three very cap- able golfers. UNC — A Golf is in the NAIA — District Six. The district we are in is determined by geographical location. We compete against such teams as Erskine, Lander, Newberry, Presbyterian, etc. We compete with these schools in the early Spring and usually play tournaments in the fall. Our four returning members of the Golf Team are: Jack Ransom, Lance Carter, Bill Neal, and Keith Ledbetter. Happy Jack is an Econ major.and went to Bergen Com- munity College for two years. He is from Fairlawn, New Jersey and plans to graduate this year. Cod Carter, the official golfball and clubcleaner of the team, is from Asheville and is a junior Psych major. The team mascots, Cub and Rooster are from Marion, N.C. with Cub majoring in Poly- Sci and Rooster in Economics. The rookies are Mike Erwin, J.C. Hyatt, and Bobby Williams. Mike and J.C, a couple of local yokels from Asheville, are majoring in Econ and Math respectively. Bobby, from Wilkes-Barre, Pa. is planning to major in P.E. follow- ing in the footsteps of the terror of the morning badminton class, Coach Bob Daughton. At this point, no one with the possible exception of Jean Dixon, how this year ' s team will fare. We can only wish them the best of luck. Hmmm — I ' d say 36-24-36 It. s« r Geez — Where ' s Arnie? 63 It ' s Cute Coach, but If You Want to Draw a Crowd, Teach It to Play Basketball. For what purpose? As teams be- fore us, we practice everyday that weather permits, becoming slaves of the lines which encom- pass our play. We sweat and strain to reach one more shot, to hit one more ball; we practice each stroke until performed to perfection, without any flaws; we drive ourselves to points of ex- haustion, to build and maintain our stamina; we practice until our once white socks and sneakers are powder gray wit h court dust and receive little sup- port for our efforts. For what purpose? So that each of us can attain our level of per- fection, reflecting on the perfor- mance, and that of previous teams and coaches, the tennis program at UNC — A has de- veloped from its meager begin- ning. Money has been appropriated to recruit better and more know- ledgeable tennis players; a larger schedule has been produced, with more traveling expenses fa- cilitated to compete against tougher teams; and provision for more and better equipment has been increased. But these advances are only the beginning, for it is through the individual players, the team effort, and the athletic director, which will deter- mine the limits of the tennis team ' s growth. Because as a uni- versity grows, so should all areas of athletic endeavor. 64 Practice makes Perfect Let ' s see you return that one ■ ■-■■- s V, .y ■■■ ' iL.l SI; rf Take note now Bobby urn, what ' s that last name? oh yeah, Riggs baby! Final Shots In concluding the Sports Section of the yearbook, it is only fitting that the present Number One sport at UNC-A be given a second look. This is not to slight or neglect any of the other sports offered at UNC-A. We, the staff, feel that the other sports, such as soccer and swimming, could be just as big, given the time, effort and money. Once some of the resources that UNC-A pours into basketball have been diverted into other areas, perhaps the development of a viable women ' s athletic program could be undertaken. Until then, it appears that UNC-A will continue to dribble its money away. Fierce Effort . . 66 . . . and Fast Action DUflHRm ' S music house ... for oil of YOUR music needs locoted Rsheville fTloll 67 rr i1 fc T Swannanoa Cleaners A 712 MERRIMON AVE. • Exclusive RAM Suede and Leather Care Service • Fast one-hour service on suits and dresses • Open 7 am - 7 pm Monday thru Saturday. Other convenient locations to serve you: 22 Church St., 916 Tunnel Road, 1334 Patton Avenue, and Biltmore Forest Shopping Center. ti=: :zU I First Union National Bank F iNb THE YOUNG PEOPfcE BANK 1 QJLSJULS . 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Left to Right, Donna Glick, Senior, Dennis Hannan, Commuter, George Swift, Junior, David Ramseur, Vice-President, and Pat Hickey, Senior. Second Row, Left to Right, Trip Hill, Senior, Bill Bulmer, Sophomore, Jackie Stephenson, Commuter, Jane Nicholson, Dorm, and Colleen Whin, Freshman. 70 1976 SG Executive Officers Pete Austin Vice-President Gary Aiken President SNEA The Student National Education Association is a national organization that consists of education majors. 71 72 73 Proctors and Resident Assistants Proctors are the managers of the dormitories and are occasionally assisted by their resident assistants. There are eight of each. Square Dance Team E I ,} r 9 The Square Dance Team was formed in 1974-75 to allow those interested to dance for exhibition. Clogging and Smooth dancing are their specialties. 74 75 I 1, Psi Chi is the honor society for Psychology majors at UNC-A Education Club The Education Club is an organization made up of students that are taking education courses at UNC-A. 76 Middle Earth Society !-• j .-4 ' V The Middle Earth Society was formed in 1974-75 to provide group participation in outings which have included hiking, caving and mountain climbing. History Club The History Club consists of history majors and exists so that special projects, such as the recreation of the Battle of Lexington and Concord, can be assimulated. 77 1975 Summit Staff ■■« • i There have been throughout the history of litera- ture, many colorful and bizarre characters. Snow White had the seven dwarves. Oz had the much- kins. Middle Earth had hobbits. UNC-A, being a low-budget production, has only the staff of the SUMMIT. Hardly a crew destined to stand alongside such greats as Grumpy or Frodo. Still, one must consider that to become truly im- mortal, one must oppose and successfuly con- quer powerful enemies. Not having a wicked witch, an evil queen, or an army of ores to battle, the SUMMIT has had to settle for the stu- dent government and occasionaly the adminis- tration. Hardly the type of thing to inspire a series of folk tales, or a spread in The Ashe- ville Citizen. After all, who would remember David if Goliath had been only 4 ' 2 ? Still, while fighting against deadlines is not quite as glamorous as slaying dragons, nor as exciting as following the yellow brick road, it does entail its own special brand of fantasy. And, just as Dorothy believed the wizard would send her home, as the dwarves believed a prince would come to wake up Snow White, and as Frodo believed that the ring would be delivered, even though the odds and all common sense were against it, so has the SUMMIT staff continued to work, against that off chance that somewhere our fairy godmother might be watching over us, and the yearbook might actually get into your hands. Charlotte O ' Kelly Advisor Laurie Young Sports Al Dexter Co. Rep. Sherrie Golden Photos Kathryn Poovey Asst. Editor Jackie Stephenson • Editor Tim Barnwell Head Photog. Zollie Stevenson People Pat Zimmerman • Bus. Mgr. Forrest Reid Copy Editor v • MM u o 03 u E u c 03 U • ■ E 80 lay Hatton Political Science 81 to C Joy Teresa Robinson Psychology 82 Ronnie Moore Sociology 83 ■Ji ' . 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' •.V ' .Vv.iupV: BH$ V i Below: Carole Waldrop Psychology-Education Below: Marian Warren Psychology 95 Mary Ann Lampley Drama-Literature Otto Tysland Chemistry 96 Gilchrist White Gainey Literature and History Dan Koontz Chemistry 97 Patrick Hickev Sociology Jennv Lynn Krichbaum Psychology and Education (K-9) Glenda Reeves Sargent Psychology - 49 98 99 Ellen Mary Ransmeir Art 100 Cynthia Van DerVliet Psychology and Education (4-9) Loretta Welborn Cansler History and Education (9-12) T$££ 101 102 p II ' 4 Left: Pamela I. Wellmon History and Education (9-12) Below: Denise Amick« Psychology and Education (K-3) r ■ii 103 Above: Bruce Holsten International Relations-Sociology Right: Richard Faison History-Education 104 v • ■ Left: Charles Medlin Art Above: Charles Fortune 111 Sociology 105 . Above: Dean A. Miller Chemistry, German, and Psychology Right: Doris Ward Connor Psychology and Elementary Education 106 Left: Sally Pearlman Psychology Above: Wayne Richard Wilson Psychology 107 Gary Pierce Economics Above: Sandra Elaine Kilgore Art Left Bottom: Tom Burke Political Science Cindy Foltz Sociology 108 Above: Mike Hinman Political Science Below: )ill Max Wilson Psychology 109 A Time of Changes Though the afternoon of May 9th was graced with sun- shine and blue skies, as the evening drew closer the sky grew consistently darker, and the threat of a violent RAINSTORM seemed less of a threat and more of an in- evitability. Speculation was made as to when the bottom would drop out, and the most commonly-held opinion was that the rain would come about halfway through the ceremonies. At Seven O ' clock the ushers gathered in front of the Ad- ministration Building, uncertain as to what to do, and nervously wondering where Dean Wutschel was. She finally arrived and, after handing out programs and last minute instructions, dispatched them to their various positions, where they met the gathering throngs of spec- tators with smiles and programs. At Eight O ' clock the procession of graduating seniors headed by President and Mrs. Aiken converged on the reserved seats at the foot of the library steps, there to sit and endure the ordeal of the ceremonies. And a draggy ceremony it was, with the high point of humor hit only when Dr. Highsmith, with a slip of the tongue, made reference to Mrs. McCovern ' s role in Hell care, instead of in health care. Bravo, Dr. Highsmith. XDO .:_-,-i 110 Mrs. McGovern made a striking figure while delivering her speech, as she towered three feet above the microphone upon the speaker ' s stand, elevated to that height by a platform. Un- fortunately, while this raised her sufficiently to be viewed by the audience, it also raised her beyond the range of the micro- phone and only occassional snatches of her speech drifted Into the outermost reaches of the audience. The one positive event in the ceremonies, prior to the distri- bution of diplomas, was the presentation of the Cecil A. Reid Scholarship Award to Nancy Horak Randall, the only member of her class to graduate Summa Cum Laude. fc ILr - , ' l-J!  .••2 ill The handing out of the diplomas to the 188 who were grad- uating was carried out quickly, to a background of cheers, yells, laughter, applause and even a raucous buzzer. As the graduates came down from the steps, hands clutched around their diplomas, faces marked by relief and smiles, they were greeted by friends and family with hugs and presents. When the last diploma had been presented, and the last words had been spoken, graduates, family, specta- tors , and faculty adjourned to the new Social Sciences Build- ing, there to wait in line for cookies and punch, or wander through the packed and crowded hallways. 112 j ' ? S3SES8BBK For some it was exposure to what would in time become a familiarity, after the passage of time and countless classes, but for a very special few, it was the first and last sight of the new building, as they had completed their time in fantasy land and were ready to step out into the real world that lies beyond. 113 ■ • « ■ ' • A £ £2 • ' r ; S3 ! ■• ' . M inj  b 115 In This Issue WUNF PAGE 132 UNC-A ' s new-old radio station is viewed in this issue through the eyes of the station ' s manager, Larry Warren. Warren presents an in depth history, present, and future outlook of WUNF. The F.M. status of the station will also be discussed. MARIJUANA PAGE 140 This article takes a long hard look at marijuana. Both the pros and cons are discussed with interviews of anonymous students on campus. Educational, interesting pictures are also included. DEPARTMENTS LETTERS INTERVIEWS POTENT QUOTES GENERALITIES THE FLOWER HOUSE Flowers and a friendly atmosphere. Located at Northland Shopping Center. Phone number: 253-1950 Flowers for all occassions. HUNTER AND COGGINS 565 Merrimon Ave Quality Clothing for Men Phone: 252-8496 TIMS HOUSE SPEcTbu d ' scoowts FOR AE ULflRt. 1 5 CHRRGECfWDS. MO CHECKS. 117 Registration TT 118 Registration Orientation (ACCORDING TO WEBSTER) Ori en ta tion , 6r-e-an- ' ta-shan n. 1: the act or process of orienting or of being oriented. (ACCORDING TO UNC-A) Ori • en ta tion , or-e-an- ' ta-shan n. 1: the act or process of becoming acquainted with the art of registration. (ACCORDING TO WEBSTER) Reg is tra • tion , rej-a- ' stra-shan n. 1: an act or the fact of registering. (ACCORDING TO UNC-A) Reg is tra tion , rej-a- ' stra-shan n. 1: an act or the fact of becoming acquainted with 4 city blocks long lines, signatures of various high of- ficials and at the end of the line — Tokyo Rose herself — Jo Cadle. 119 120 121 Rockmont That special weekend arrives which contains that one day. The day when students, friends, a few fac- ulty, and still fewer administration converge on a designated spot nestled in the mountains, known as Rockmont. The place where friends gather to fall out of canoes, play tennis, frisbee, soccer, and all in the process of depleting thirteen kegs of beer. The food ' s not half bad when you ' re high, every- one ' s your friend, and the day passes quickly as a sort of prelude to the night. More beer and a dance signal that the night at Rockmont has begun. Miss- ing footsball tables, heavy hangovers, and questions like, How did I get home? herald the day after Rockmont and everyone takes a deep breath in preparation of next year ' s Rockmont. $ ; - J t: =3K, IMP J T g Ll ' I 122 ■Km VI  ■ vflf ' ' L Jl ik • ' te. ti-r 123 124 125 UNC-A ' s Finest — Wyatt, Matt, Gene While UNC-A might project the semblance of a civilized institute of higher education before the sun goes down, once night has descended and the majority of the commuter students have long since left for home, the campus takes on the atmosphere of a wild and wicked city, bored and restless minds begin to plot, scheme and concoct bizarre forms of entertainment, wierd and inexplic- able events occur, and order as a whole is set aside until sunrise. This creates a setting as riotous and as in need of policing as old Dodge City. But where can a man willing to brave the dangers be found? Well, shades of the Earp boys, UNC-A has found such a man. Seven in fact. Men brave enough to patrol the wild and savage campus night after night, armed with only a can of mace, a pair of handcuffs, skill, courage, and a citation book. Whether corralling promiscuous co-eds, toning down uncivilized after-quiet-hours music, sniffing through the dorms in search of marijuana fumes, drinking coffee, or escorting drunks back to their rooms, the UNC-A Security Force displays sound judgement, efficiency, and a sense of humor. So, here ' s a salute to our security force. They work long, hard and do a fine job. Wyatt would be proud of them. 126 Credits We, The SUMMIT Staff, wish to pause for a moment . . ., uh to thank the following per- sons without whom this monumental literary work would not have been possible: National Lampoon Sports Illustrated Rolling Stone Everett Corn — Photographer Paula Tinsley Nancy Horak Randall Dean Hines — Photographer Dean Deason Mr. Pott Dean Wutschel Leslie Deane The Ridgerunner Staff The Ridgerunner Typewriter Pete Gilpin — Lifesaver Gary Fields — Photographer Robbie Snyder — Photographer Chief Ray Charlotte O ' Kelly — Advisor Tucker Cooke — Advisor Al Dexter — Advisor Our Favorite Thief Publicity Commission Student Government 127 Candids They Printed My Letter to Dear Abby ' iiA Damn Bic Clic Won ' t Write 128 Come on Up to My Room and Smoke Me Sometime Romeo and Juliet r mr 129 ■■ ■ H s jL - •j jfU$ 130 131 WUNF Can you believe it? This campus finally has an FM station. It took five long years, but we came through. As manager this year, it was my privilege to preside over the final drive to be- come FM. It came to my attention this year, that most people don ' t know the who ' s and what ' s about WUNF-FM. Sit back and I shall tell you a tale (that unfortunately has been told to many times before) that will penetrate your head with amaze- ment. In 1969 some semi-abled students wanted a radio station here at U.N.C.-A. Five years later and about $8,000 dollars thrown in for good-luck, the station was still nowhere. The good fair people at U.N.C.-A. stood about shaking their heads. What has happened? (cried the masses) All that money and time and still nowhere. What shall we do? screamed the children of U.N.C.-A. Then all of a sudden without a former warning — a man in a flaming apple pie came to the people of U.N.C.-A (in their dreams of course — of course). He shouted with heavenly authority — There is a man or whatever among you that shall take the station to the other side. What other side, said Dr. Highsmith with a grin! No matter with the keno up H ' s nose, said the queer looking man — That quest- ion later. Still the former smiled, suddenly the grin changed to a wild expression of colors and unthought ideas. I have the man for the job, he graduated. J I i ' , I ' i ' . : : ' i i i ' _ 3 .-i . Br : wf : ' ! ' : W ' : JP 132 WUNFCont. His christian name is Larry, but we all call him Nothing. He can do it — He can do it became the cry of the land. But where was nothing, surely he would come. He couldn ' t let the good fair people down — or could he? Alas — he came. My Cod how he came, the ladies shrieked. All turned upward and Nothing floated down on a record made of tafta. His eyes were all knowing and his presence was felt by all who beheld him. I shall lead you to the other side. Have no fear — Nothing is here. Nothing wasted no time in getting the radio station to the other side. Many battles were fought and some lost some won, but Nothing kept his promise and the other side was conquered. A powerful 10 watt station was given birth. And it still stands as a permanent tribute to nothing. To this day, the good fair people of UNC-A look up and whisper to themselves there is nothing. I grant that you might consider me mad, however I am only doing Nothing ' s wishes. Nothing is the beginning and ending of everything. As the grinning good Dr. Highsmith will always remember success is futile lest you know Nothing! jnk 133 ■H;itii:Hii iiig ■4 V. - ' 134 135 Misuse of Funds? During the weekend of April 11-13, 1975, Josten ' s American Yearbook Company held its Tenth Annual College and Uni- versity Yearbook Seminar in Stone Mountain, Georgia. Repre- sentatives from the staffs of over 45 colleges, junior colleges, and universities located in the south were in attendance. The SUMMIT Staff had four representatives present: Jackie Stephenson, Kathryn Poovey, Tim Barnwell, and Forrest Reid. Friday evening was spent in allowing the various staffs the op- portunity to meet one another; to discover what was being done with this year ' s book, and how it was being done; to sound out one another on ideas for the next year ' s book. There was also free time, which allowed the conventioneers a chance to see Stone Mountain and Atlanta. 136 ■ mm Policy Freedom!! Saturday the meetings began at 8:30. Lecturers spoke on cre- ativity, style, and imagination, and emphasized the need for dedication and the importance of organization. Films, records and slides were used to provide insight as to how and how not to handle familiar material. All of these presentations were aimed towards one purpose: creating an awareness of both quality and realism in yearbook design. The programs of the day provided a varied input of ideas intended to fulfill that purpose. Words like scratch line, motif, and mortise became understood concepts; the importance of a recognizable theme in itself became recognizable; and different treatments of common material were examined for strengths and weak- nesses. As the day ended, new ideas were being formulated and considered. With the coming of Sunday, and the return to Asheville, the SUMMIT Staff had already begun considering new methods of layout and design. Some have been incorporated into this book. Some are being revamped and restructured for inclu- sion in next year ' s book. Some are still taking shape. But whether matured, or still germinating, these ideas were planted by the seminar at Stone Mountain. And what would a yearbook be without new ideas? I s I k 137 m Confessions of a UNC-A Dope Fiend I was not always the cold-blooded, bleary-eyed, un-American arch-fiend whose words you are now reading. Once I was an upstanding young man, president of my local Young Republi- can ' s Association. This was before my fall from Grace J i It all began innocently enough. It was a Thursday evening of my junior year of college. I was in my dorm room, reading the latest issue of American Opinion Magazine. While pursuing an article concerned with communists on American college campuses, I came across a word with which I was unfamiliar. The word was ' Marijuana ' . As was my want when encountering unfamiliar words, I pulled my Webster ' s New Collegiate Dictionary from its place on the shelf between The Life of Robert Welch and The Political Thought of John Wayne. I quickly thumbed to the letter M and scanned the pages until I found the word. MARIJUANA (according to Webster ' s) is1: A wild tobacco; 2: The dried leaves and flowering leaf tops of the pistillate Hemp plant that yield cannibin and are sometimes smoked in cigarettes for their intoxicating affect. — Compare BHANG; CHARASH; HASHISH. While pondering the meaning of this unusual word, I heard the door to the room open. Looking up I saw my roommate, Ralph, enter. Ralph was a Drama major, so I could excuse his longish hair (touching the top of his collar and the top of his pointed ears), his thin wisp of a mustache and his red-rimmed eyes. He was strange, but harmless. So I thought. Little did I know that Ralph was about to tamper with my life style. Noticing the puzzled and bewildered expression on my face, Ralph asked me what seemed to be my hang-up . (Ralph was always using strange terms like that.) I asked him what that meant and he replied, Your beef, man. Your problem. Understanding him at last, I told him of the strange word which I had encountered, and asked him if he understood its signifi- cance. At this Ralph began to emit a series of uncontrolled, high pitched giggles. He then produced a strange looking device which looked like a pipe for astronauts. (See figure 1). I asked him if that was indeed what it was. He replied, That certainly is a poetic way of describing it. However, no. He placed his yellow- stained right index finger on the line which read — Compare BHANG; CHARAS; HASHISH. This, he said, is a device for comparing these words. Sort of linguistic research, you might say. c « . Ralph placed the device over my nostrils, lit a match, held it to the bowl and told me to inhale. I did so . . . When I awoke, Ralph was gone. So were all of Ralph ' s belong- ings. Not as yet comprehending what had occurred, and feeling incredibly strange, I staggered out of the door and into my suite bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I was speechless, for my hair was curling down over the tops of my pointed ears, touching the top of my collar, and my eyes were red-rimmed and glassy. I stumbled back into my room, dazed and uncertain as to what I should do. Then, upon my bed I noticed a small package, evidently a farewell present from Ralph. Opening it, I then knew what I must do. There then began a series of insidious schemes and plots per- petrated upon my friends: I would offer them cigarettes and laugh silently at the fact that no one bothered to check them for brand labels; I would buy a friend a coca-cola and sprinkle a few leaves of grass into it before handing it to him. I roamed 139 the dorms from room to room, day after day, leaving a trail of pointed-eared, red-eyed, long-hairs in my wake. And no one suspected me, as I had long since learned to keep mv tail wrapped around my waist. And so, ever so slowly, I was able to carry out my evil plan undetected. So I thought. It was, of course, a woman that proved to be my undoing. Or, to be more precise, it was my girl friend, Betty Lou Fennscheimer. I had not as yet found a way in which I could convert Betty Lou. She did not smoke cigarettes. Nor would she accept gifts from me as yet. She claimed the three years in which we had dated had not been a long enough time for her to be sure of mv intentions. I had finally decided to steep a stick of her Sickly Sweet-and-Sour Straw- in a vial filled with marijuana solution and then slip it back into her pack of gum undetected. I had carried out the first part of my scheme and was about to complete the second, when a hairy hand reached seemingly out of nowhere and slapped the cuffs on my red-handed wrists. I had been arrested by the police. It seems that Betty Lou had come to suspect my purity over the past few weeks. I had apparently aroused her curiousity and her suspicions by my newly acquired habits of laughing at Steve Canyon, defacing photographs of John Wayne, and howling at the moon. She had notified the police who, recognizing the tell-tale symptoms of marijuana addiction, acted quickly and efficiently. The trap had been set, sprung, and I was on my way to jail where I so justly belonged. When interrogated at police headquarters, I confessed to all the foul and perverted crimes which I had committed while in my drug induced orgy of evil. Not one face of one officer that heard my words failed to turn pale and ashen; every hair on every head stood straight up on end; jaws dropped. One officer had to draw a small american flag from his shirt pocket and hold it to his nose to keep my filthy communist odor from assailing his all-american olfactory glands. I 140 When my confession was completed, the officers began to smoke cigarettes and drink coffee, the all-american way to deal with the unknown. And they most assuredly were dealing with the unknown; even more so than they sus- pected. I had had a small quantity of marijuana hidden un- derneath my fingernails and had managed to sprinkle it into their coffee urn during a particularly dramatic segment of my confession. I chuckled as they collapsed one by one, with silly smiles on their faces. Ten minutes later I slowly picked my way through the crumpled heaps of blue bodies, and made my way out of the police station. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before I was recaptured, and realizing that my task at UNC-A was not yet complete, I began working upon a process of impreg- nating paper fibers with marijuana particles. The genius of the process was that, when exposed to 98.6 degrees of body heat, it would cause the paper to emit an odorless mari- juana gas which would enter the nostrils undetected. Hav- ing at last perfected the process, I had only to decide how I could best expose the UNC-A student body to its affects. And suddenly, I knew. Using devious and unscrupulous methods, 1 acquired a key to the Summit office without the knowledge of its staff members. Each night I would silently enter and work until dawn. Having impregnated all copies of the Summit, I have only to add a copy of this confession in each book. Once that task is completed, I will return to my hiding place in the rafters and watch the fun. Are your ears tingling yet? Scratch and Sniff Box I 141 142 143 pock Beams Down Upon entering the room where the conference with Leonard Nimoy was to be held, the first question which sprang into the mind of the knowledgeable was, Is this a press conference or Drama 101 ? as Arnold Wengrow and his retinue of drama students had descended in force upon the room and were situated at strategic vantage points around the table, eyes all glued upon the spot where Mr. Nimoy was to sit. This spot was readily identifiable due to the water glass set to its immediate right, per Mr. Wen- grow ' s instructions. Also occupying spaces around the table were reporters, professional and other- wise, cameras, photographers, and various Unident- ified Fawning Objects, all eagerly awaiting the arrival of Mr. Nimoy. While the assembled multitudes discussed various subjects related to their respective fields of interest and occupation, the camera crews from WFBC (Channel Four) and WLOS (Channel 13) set up their equipment to the accompaniment of a snide ex- change of verbal cuts. As the time passed, and all of those assembled were exchanging off-the-cuff superior comments regarding each other, Star Trek and Mr. Nimoy, Mr. Nimoy entered quietly and quickly and was at his seat before anyone really was aware of his arrival. Dressed in denim, with tinted glasses shielding his vision from the stares of the starry-eyed, Mr. Nimoy entertained questions and answered them with wit 144 I. and poise in a low pitched, deliberate voice. Many of the questions asked were concerned with science fiction and prediction of the future. Mr. Nimoy ' s re- plies to these all took the point of view that various alternative answers for mankind had been predicted by the good science fiction writers, but that it was up to mankind to determine which of these alterna- tives would be turned into reality. When questioned about his identification with the character of Mr. Spock, Mr. Nimoy replied that he had identity crises between Spock and himself all of the time, but identification with Spock was a part of life and it would not matter whether or not he grew tired of it as it is a definite reality. A flurry of questions were directed towards Nimoy concerning his qualifications to speak on the scien- tific aspects of Star Trek. Handling these pointed queries coolly, he replied with logic that Spock would have been proud of that the responsibility for the scientific theory behind the shows was not his. All I do, he stated, with a slight smile on his lips and a hint of pr ofessional pride in his voice, is to make people believe what I ' m saying. And if one can arrive at any sort of conclusions from the turn- out for his presentation and the banners and posters which proclaimed WELCOME MISTER SPOCK! they would certainly be to the effect that Leonard Nimoy has indeed achieved his purpose and people do indeed believe what he is saying. 4 LEONARD PHOTOGRAPHER, AUTHOR, ACTOR : -nnvEsrv ti n ir wos nir. nrv if world is a .cionce fiction Stnrv. steriol frnn STAH Trf an4 other works f science fiction, LCWtWri SI ' TV resents dr Mtie creation of tMi pose of trip world tcxtav - - and piri ' .KY sT nc ' tT cr-.jr- 8PiU i inr-A APRU7- 145 Being one of the unfortunate many who ar- rived on time, rather than thirty minutes early at the Leonard Nimoy talk, I was faced with a cruel decision — whether to stand on my toes (and possibly several others ' also) — or to sit on the lobby floor and chance contaminating my new $8.00 jeans. Another alternative presented itself and I began to prod the crowd with my camera lens and pointed cowboy boots while uttering consoling Excuse me ' s to those I had encountered. Three quick glimpses of Mr. Nimoy, and thirty minutes later, I was ap- proached by a kind, sympathetic soul who es- corted me out of the building and into the area beside the platform. From my vantage point, I was able to see the man whom I had watched being transported from starship to planet and back again, and who was now being transport- ed out to the lobby by way of twentieth cen- tury technology (to those students who hadn ' t paid cash but who had instead come to take advantage of the student fees paid some months prior). After an initial half-hour of speaking, Mr Nimoy who (like the rest of us) can never escape the past, continued his duties by answering questions ranging from asinine to amusing, with a few irrelevant ones thrown in to properly reflect the composition of the audience. Mr. Nimoy ended his engagement with a poem that he had written, which seemed to be the most thought-provoking portion of his appearance. Wishing everyone adieu , our guest was taken backstage to entertain the groupies with photos and autographs, before being helped on his way to Kentucky, where he was to ap- pear in the role of Sherlock Holmes. My eyes 146 clotted with flashes from Instamatic cameras, I watched our guest disappear into the night. The lesson seems to be not so much that science fiction can be a predictor of the future, but rather that sometimes you have to pay to find out that a celebrity can be a very interesting and warm per- son without being a very profound and thought- provoking speaker. 147 Candids Oldies but Goodies 148 Drop Add Day Jock Meets Cheerleader 2KHH 149 If Thomas Wolfe Could See It Now. A Student ' s View of Asheville From a vantage point high upon some obscure, remote mountain, accessible only upon winding, narrow two-lane roads, I stand, look- ing out over the city. To my dazed and alcohol-befuddled brain, the lights seem to stretch on out forever, suggestive of a great metro- polis, a teeming center of urban life; a city with a vibrant pulse, an active nightlife; exciting; fascinating; and like most that captures the fancy and the imagination, it is all illusion. A small city is Ashe- ville, only about 55,000 permanent residents. The rest are derelicts, salesmen, and the most disreputable of all, college students. For the permanent resident in search of an exciting evening, for the college student in search of relief from the strain and grind of classes, there is little to do, unless one is extremely fond of Burt Reynolds movies, championship wrestling, or mass consumption of alcohol, all of which require mobility, funds and an iron constitu- tion. To the commuter student, pets can afford an easy, practical form of amusement, entertainment, company, and a good excuse for overdue papers ( My dog took it out to his doghouse to show to his playmate and spilled gravy-train all over it. That ' s why I ' ll have to turn it in next month ). Not only are pets good company, but when brought upon school grounds they seem to be good crowd- drawers and a nice way to meet members of the opposite sex. (Oh! what a cute little doggie you have.) Of course, if none of these seem to be your idea of excitement, you can either transfer, or consume enough alchohol to befuddle your brain, and join me on that obscure remote mountain, and watch the lights go out. 150 151 S.G. Elections Election time again, and all buildings are once more over- grown with posters. Smiles are flashed across campus, apathy is condemned, and the seasoned student knows that is is Election Week. This year the rule seemed to be anything you can do, I can do bigger. : Campaign flyers were handed out along with sweaty hand shakes, Be-Sloganed T-Shirts were worn over shirts, Porta-Signs were towed onto campus and observers expressed relief at the absence of a sky-writing firm in Asheville. The shock tactics seemed to work, however, as students seemed concerned. Nearly one third voted. 1 How Do You Spell Mickey Mouse as a Write-in Vote? 152 153 Best Supporting Actor at a Basketball Game Hopeful and on Edge 154 The Winner Is the Guy With Dentures. Angry Confused and Defeated 155 thousand times that it on campus. And I Mm Parking 104.2:3 Hrs. Credit Complaints. Everybody has them. Everybody hears them. One of the biggest complaints at UNC-A seems to be the lack of entertain- ment. I have heard a there is no excitement it seems so strange to me that no one has yet recognized the most exciting form of recreation yet to be offered on this or any other campus: Parking Space Bingo. The only prerequisites for participation in the game are enrollment and possession of a motor vehicle. The object of the game is simple: to locate a parking space before your class period begins. The rules are equally simple: It cannot be a no-parking zone or a teacher ' s parking zone. When these rules are breached, the player is awarded a notification of penalization in form of a traffic ticket and is required to pay a fine before he can pass CO. The game contains Mystery: Can you assemble the clues and find a space?; Adventure: Can you squeeze your Cadillac in where Volks- wagens fear to go? Competition: Can you get there first? Victory when you have found a space and defeat: Late Again. §« « i i q 156 -SjA ' .l? • ♦ 157 Rockmont II Revisited Again Despite all fear and fatalism, Saturday the 26th proved to be a day rich in sunshine with only clouds in sight huge, white fluff-balls upon a clear blue sky. So, tops of convertibles were put down; T-shirts, halter tops, bathing suits and sun- glasses were donned; frisbees, balls, bats and gloves, and rubber rafts were brought out from storage; bottles of beer, wine, liquor and mixer were laid into coolers; friends were picked up and piled in; and the exodus to Rockmont was begun. By the official starting time of One O ' clock, there were al- ready multitudes of people lining the shore in skimpy at- tire, soaking up the sun and the beer, or lying on the docks waiting for the canoes. By Two O ' clock, all six canoes were out upon the water, with anywhere from two to four pas- sengers, and the first capsize marked the beginning of what was to become a remarkably high turn-over rate. All this while on shore, swoon bottles had been brought out and opened, drinks were liberally mixed, and inconspicu- ous groups could be seen strolling casually off into the woods and non-chalantly stumbling back. People were wandering around with no worries about appearances. Even Dr. Bill seemed more uninhibited than usual. People were enjoying both the day and themselves. Frisbees were thrown through fumbling fingers, softball games were 158 _ f: x _ y 159 highlighted with mighty strikes and home staggers, and both participants and spectators were creating mellow attitudes and ravenous appetites for themselves. At Three O ' clock the call came to eat and a tremendous line waited for a chance to still the ravening munch-outs with chicken, beans and slaw. The food somehow lasted until around Five O ' clock and no one who wanted more went away hungry. Music was very much a part of the day: clusters of musicians could be seen together in serious jams; lone minstrels seemed to stretch their way from party to party, to party while inter- esting things went on behind their backs; and even certain ™ K$w 161 members of the administration and faculty had shed ties and donned Foster-Grants and guitars, and sipped and strummed the afternoon away. The greatest sources of humor for the afternoon proved to be watching Bruce (The Bear) and the beer kegs, observing the ef- forts on the lake as the wet and weary tried time and time again to right their canoes, and observing the bathing beauties on the docks by the swimming area trying to drum up ad- mirers, with a mixed amount of success. 1 A As the day passed from afternoon into evening, only a die- hard few remained, as the rest went home to dry off (or up), change, eat supper and return for the dance. Every Party Has a Pooper -1 ' 162 163 The band, scheduled to begin at Eight O ' clock, displayed a characteristic efficiency which was to flavor the entire evening, by beginning about half an hour late. Thus began a truly unex- ceptional performance, with a pause approximately every twenty minutes as the band either took a break or broke a string. However, though many unfamiliar songs were played, and most were butchered bevond recognition, the dance floor remained packed for most of the evening, due to either a high tolerance to cacophany or a low tolerance to alcohol. For, to be sure, the beer barrel bend. 164 165 Despite the quality of the band, everyone seemed loose, free and floating. Even Chief Ray and a friend could be seen enjoy- ing themselves as they appeared to be everywhere the action was. Smiles were face-wide, and despite glassy eyes and rubber legs, or perhaps because of them, most managed to bounce around on the dance floor, though some went dancing off through the night to the parking lot to focus their energies into other channels, and wrap up the evening (and other ob- jects) with a bang. 167 Frederic Marcus Wood The 1975 SUMMIT is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Wood, colleague, advisor, professor and friend. Arma virumque cano . 168