Winthrop University - Tatler Yearbook (Rock Hill, SC)

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LL GENE IN THE I'm from New York. I have lived in and around the streets of Manhattan and surrounding environs for most of my 23 years. When and why I decided to take graduate courses at Winthrop College and not at Columbia or N.Y.U. isn't really all that important. Suffice it to say I had never heard of Winthrop until a few months ago. Somehow l did hear of it. Tuition was cheaper W3 that of most New York schoolsl and I knew a few people in Lancaster. What the hell. It is probably more the cliche that the country hayseed travels to the booming metropolis, wide-eyed and awe-struck and is forthwith razzled, dazzled, flimmed, flammed, done in, out of, and overthan for the city feller to come country and face problems. I have not been done in by the South. lt's been very pleasant so far. This troubles me. What sinister intent lurks behind this outward show of amiability? I ask for directions to places and miraculously get there! I walk down the street and strangers smile and say Hey . Gomer Pyle says Hey g real people do not say Hey , unless they want something, usually my wallet. I still can't quite figure out why no one who has accosted me with all of this heysaying has ever actually made a lunge for me. Probably sizing me up for the future. In New York you have a much easier go of it. Things are easier to figure out. You get about what you expect. If you wish to get to the front of the line you push. If you need a taxi, you scream and wave. If the subway is overly crowded land it usually Isl you pretend to be demented until people move away from your general vicinity. BIB EITY Bock Hill has no subway. The only trains, in fact, are filled with logs and not people. Undoubtedly they are headed for the paper mill to be turned into sheets to be sold to the New York News so they can print a story about a girl who was doused with gasoline and set ablaze. She lived near me in a bad section of Brooklyn. I didn't know her. People don't usually know each other up there. The three boys who did this thing were products of the ghetto. Maybe they were demented by it or just pretending to be so people would clear a space for them. I lived on the edge of this ghetto while I went to school. I am not poor. My family comes from the suburbs and we are as middle class as can be. I guess I wanted to leave the places and events behind which had begun to turn me cynical. I guess that is why I needed to slow my system down. If you don't live in an environment which demands a high degree of nervous energy, you tend to fall into an easier frame of mind. In spite of what I have said about New York I miss it because of what it has to offer. I like the idea of being able to see any of a dozen rock groups of any given day. I like being able to see the best modern dance troups in the world for the price of a movie lat the Joffrey Ballet you can buy champagne at intermissionl. I like Central Park on Saturday afternoons where you are liable to see Broadway actors playing softball with the kids from 149th Street or fashion models walking their Irish Setters.