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Proposal Best Yet Student Government's proposal to close Green Street on a trial basis to solve the traffic congestion problem should be met with nodding heads since it is the most detailed and best planned proposal to be presented. The quickest and easiest way to solve a problem is to attempt a solution, and Student Government's attempt, as presented by President David Sipnazzolo, is to close Green Street from Sumter to Pickens "for an experimental period of one month to determine and solve the possible traffic problems," then convert the street into a pedestrian mall. Last semester the government led a student blockade of the street, advocating closing it and was criticized by some as being rash and silly. This semester they have worked out and presented a cohesive plan after thinking out the ramifications and studying the situation. And they should be commended. But not only should we commend them, but we must sup port them and act on their proposal. . Green Street has been an issue and a problem too long for us tq neglect attempting any solution. Monitoring Hurts Students BY BOB CRAFT The recent news that Meyer said that television monitoring of Levin Jr. High School in Brooklyn, teenagers will not have an effect on N.Y. has installed four closed cir- them. Imagine cameras on the cuit television cameras to monitor school hall making sweeps to make the school building comes as a bit s t n es s The view of a shock and perhaps shows usoftaersplimnbcms more than we would want to see.moentncd.Cnhrebay The dean of the school who wasdobthteuainwlsfer pictured sitting in front of the mas- tiinedsdoreecthths ter panel with four televisionmabeoeagwigtndn monitors showing three entrance-scol.Amntroraneiy ways to the school and the school syta hyne uhssest cafeteria, said that this new system kepodrnthscol,hapob enabled the administration to see lm ihrca esosadasn trespassers when they entered the tes as,rgefly h school so that a security guard couldnesitfosuhytms come challenge them and that if stu dents were seen leaving the school Outehogyaspvid they could be caught up with andanteesywyotcnaimt "dealt with,."hu eacigot h esn It is indeed chilling to contem-fodicnetItsfaesero plate the ramifications of such atrcdonarutppithno system on educational processes. fidotheranswyefns A school with such a system sho oitlrbe becomes more of a prison than it Soavcusyleomsit already is. The once sheerly ludricr- big coltahr n dis ous thought that teenagers in taos lasntrosysoto America could be subjected totiehvtonsllucsyem television monitoring while eatingtowchsuesansoibil. lunch has become reality. Adwa newsa es oi A student leaving the school isnlyeuaio eoe rg caught up with and dlealt with. rmig Someone whom the administration Ounainpdeitlfoth is not familiar is captured uponedctoassemfm"helte entrance. The dean of the school rdshohue otegetui said there had been four convictions vriis oee,w anthv on trespassing charges. agnrto rwu ne eei But what is much more damaging sinmntrn n xetta is the effect on students. It cannotthywlknwhemaigofr be passed overhlightlyporicanaitbbeodom Spectato . Having of late been somewhat rudely recalled from a very polite vault a few minutes stroll from Dud ley's Yard in London, I have been asked by the publishers of this jour nal to resurrect a series of modest essays to which I was nominally connected some years past--that being The Spectator. Notwithstanding the method in which my various parts were trans ported from my native land to these Gothick shores, I was much relieved to find that the moderns had devised a method of travel that kept the rats from sharings one's quarters while in transit. Nonetheless having finally dis embarked and having made my way (not without a large degree of assistance through those hinter lands of noise-though I must say the smell is somewhat better than what I had remembered) to the quarters into which my benefactors were kind enough to install my per son, I began to search for an approp riate coffee house in which to take up station in this spectating capac ity. It is upon this very search that I shall endeavor comment on the various modes of dress, speech, architecture and taste in music of the Moderns. It was once said that the center of culture, wit, taste and learning was to be found in the universities of one's nation and therefore the invitation of my hosts seemed a not altogether unpleasing prospect when I decided on this posthumous sojourn. But my first encounters having been made in some of the local establishments with the same -local culture have had the effect of diverting that original proposition. Reposing myself in one such local establishment late last week with some few friends and new acquain tences, that building being a several minute walk to the Northwest of the campus, I was discreetly sipping on a polite glass of brew when one of those seated in the immediate vicinity of my table queried if I might not like "to get stoned." I has tened to add at this point that I had made no previous provocations toward this gentleman that could be construed to justify the obvious hos tility of his statement. My immediate thoughts centered around removing myself from the room in lieu of bodily safety and there to contemplate the terrible reversion of Mankind to the unsoci able condition of Gothick times. Fortunately one of my polite hosts, having discerned the state of my fright, gave reassurance that what the gentleman had intended by his offer was something quite contrary to the present horrors of my fan tasy. At once i manifested my relief at not being object of any mob vio lence and proceeded to query the gentleman on the nature of his prop osal. It was explained that we would all retire to his chamber and there engage in this activity--he having explained that one does not "get stoned" in a public establishment. But this statement served only to add to my perplexity since in all my readings of scriptural verse and History I could not recollect any mention of a "private" stoning. Not wishing however to offend my host nor any of these gentlemen who seemed quite intent on, and pleased with the idea, I therefore removed myself with the others to the residence of the originator of this plot. Once installed in the apartment of this gentleman it came to me how the Moderns had removed the rat frorbi society--doubtless a scientist of some ill-purport invented this creature the "cockroach" which in its ferocity had devoured the former rodent plague of my time. (I'm somewhat apprehentiouse in . opinions r. Views 'I BY - SIR JOSHUA A1IE PETTE - asking what relation this creature is to the mascot of the present col lege.) In attempting to explain the terri ble state of disaray of his apart ment, the gentleman casually informed the group that he had "been stoned alot of late" to which I immediately queried if there were not some medicinal service I could seek in the vicinity to give comfort in his condition. Upon receiving more perplexed looks from those around my person; I thought it expedient to leave the subject and withdraw my offer until further understanding the nature of his malady. By now the members of this com pany to which I was rather precari ously connected1 had begun to clear the parler floor of some rather odor ous garments, dishes of food in var ying states of decay, and, from the arm of a large gray devan, a pile of cat dung. Having then taken seats on the floor in the center of the room, for, it seemed, some sort of ritual, I decided it would be prudent to join, and thus assumed an air of more optimism when the host pro duced a small clear pouch of tobacco. My faith in Mankind had almost been resored when that same host began to roll up the tobacco in parchment. Immediately I pro duced my trustworthy pipe and with that jesture once again seemed to enjoy the acceptance of this present company. Once again I commenced to relax with the knowledge that the Moderns, much like the men of taste of my era, enjoyed good smoke and conversation-the latter I assumed would ensue after the pipe, being the close proximity of. all our per sons. The pipe presently being well fired, I was on the brink of protest upon observing it being passed from one mouth to the next of the several persons in our group when prudence apprehended my words, again not wishing to offend and sur mising that this was perhaps a ritual that I had once heard was practiced among the natives of America in ny own times that was intended to pro mote brotherhood among the par tic ipants. I was thus again forced to swallow any apprehensions and contempla tions concerning the passing of my pipe over the raw gums; and mouth sores of these individuals before entering my own mouth, but to add to the indignity of the moment I was all the more dissappointed when the smoke of that pipe invaded my palate, for this was the most per plexing aspect of the event to find that the colonies had exhausted their rich resource of fine tobaccos and had engaged in smoking of what I could best describe as horse dung. What was even more appalling was the obvious distaste of all those in the room for the smoke, for they seemed to hold their breath upon inhalation, and yet they attacked the mouth piece with increasingly more vigor with each turn. Thus after substantial coughing and weezing in the room and after the pipe had made its course around the circle several times, the consen sus seemed to be to end the ordeal and all those participating seemed to fall into a stupor for several minutes most assuredly to recover the use of their speaking facilities from the harsh effects of the rank tobaccon /loderns' With this obvious pause in the mentality of the room I then deemed it appropriate to enquire into the matter of the stoning that I was led to believe would inevitably be tak ing place, the recipiant of the ston ing (for my apprehensions were by no means quieted at this time seeing the sullen nature of those present) and the approximate time of the event. My degree of perplexity was once again heightened when to my great surprise several members of the group commenced to giggle and snicker amongst themselves and this sign I took with some relief that any moment of doom had been post poned with the renewal of good humour in the room. At this junctign in the ritual, the giggling and rolling on the floor ebbed and flowed as the Thames, the host stood and announced to the group in a somewhat depressing tone that he was "horney," at which I immediately sprung to my feet to console the poor fellow and confid ing to his ear that I myself had once been cuckolded. However his facial reaction to my words discouraged further comment on my part and I retook my position on the floor. He then proceeded to tell' the group which had by this time become more passive, that he was presently going to "call his chick;" and I was again at a loss to see how the summons of any poultry.would aid his present depression over hav ing been cuckoled unless food had some sort of tranquillizing effect on his dignity. After this previous episode my confusion raged more and more annoyingly in my head and I com menced to sink into a depression pondering my fate and wondering if I would leave this gathering with all my parts intact-for the issue of stoning had yet to be resolved. I waa awakened from these thoughts upon hearing that fright ful word uttered by one of the par ticipants who was sprawled in the furtherest corner of the room. Upon my request he repeated his state ment much to my dismay for he said "hows bout some rolling stones." Needless to say this put me into the immediate state of frenzy and thus I sprung to my feet, upsetting several pieces of furniture and leap ing over the several bodies strewn around the room, and reached the large window at the far side of the room remembering only as my per son passed through it the grave looks of perplexity of the visages of that room. I spent the rest of the evening quietly in my lodgings contemplat ing the extent of modern barbarism. Send the Gamecock to an oldl one!