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UNIVERSITY PRESS September 29,1978*3
Septembe r/Ele c tions/Navarro
Where's the competition?
General elections for
Student Government
Association senators and
representatives at large
have been held, and the
results were not surprising.
It is not that some candidates
were clearly more qualified
than others, it is simply
because, in most cases, only
the same number of people,
ran for an office as would be
elected.
Whatever happened to
competition? Even a little
mud-slinging would be
preferable to the non-
campaigns that have charac-
terized the student elections
at Lamar recently.
The lack of candidates for
student offices may in-
dicate several things, none
of them very complimentary
to Lamar students.
The lack of students willing
to run for office seems to in-
dicate that students do not
care who represents them on
campus, or who looks after
their interests. However,
students become quite vocal
when they feel that they are
not being treated fairly or
have gotten the “short end of
the stick” as the saying goes.
Another factor may be that
students do not want to com-
pete with their friends or
someone they know for an of-
fice. This is a throwback to
high school days and an at-
titude of caring more about
who likes you than about
what is good for you or for
others.
Another reason for apathy
on the part of Lamar studen-
ts may be attributed to the
idea of ineffectiveness on the
part of student officers in the
past. If students cannot see
that student officers are
doing something for them,
why bother tovo to the
trouble of voting, much less
the trouble of actually
seeking an office. Represen-
tation should not be an in-
tangible; it should be an ac-
tive and discernible function.
There are some factors
contributing to the dearth of
students to fill offices that
may be blamed on other than
apathy. Lamar is a com-
muter school, and many
students may not feel that
what happens on the Lamar
campus has a great deal of
relevance to their lives, since
they only come to class and
are not involved in anything
else on campus. What
students may not realize is
that if they spend any time at
all on campus they are af-
fected by the actions of those
students who have been elec-
ted to represent them.
Student offices are im-
portant, but only if the
student body makes them so.
Perhaps one way to make
student representatives
more effective is to give
students a choice.
September: Yawwwwn
By JESSE DOIRON
of the UP staff
One month down (yawn), whew!
That was a good one— a good month, I
mean.
September always seems to be the har-
dest, albeit the shortest, month of the fall
semester. Let’s face it, August was a
breeze. October’s got trick-or-treat time to
sweeten those sour hours of study. Novem-
ber turkey takes the pang out of midterm.
And, hey—December, December, Decem-
ber. I keep saying it over and over
and—well, you get my point. September is
the hump.
It’s the month when all the real work of a
student is done, the groundwork, the
basics.
It’s when you find out that, instead of
those seven long, wintery novels you
thought you’d have to read in Russian Lit.,
you’ve only got to read ten—TEN! Oh, the
other three were on the top shelf at the
bookstore (yawn).
September is the month that starts out
with everything right on schedule, until
your roommate moves out on the tenth,
and you’ve got to spend the next two
weekends desperately trying to find
another apartment.
It’s the month you usually find out that
your work/study job is being terminated,
your degree plan is in error, your
girlfriend is either pregnant or has
gonorrhea but she won’t tell you which, the
organic chemistry lab you’re taking isn’t
going to count toward your major because
you were supposed to be in a P.E. 2211
class instead, and all those times you
thought your mother was kidding when she
said you were adopted—she wasn’t
(yawn).
centration, as well. I can train my at-
tention on a subject and cut through all the
extraneous bullshit with a laser beam cir-
cumspection that rivals any IBM (yawn)
IBM (yawn) IBM (yawwwwwnnn). Oh!
Say, that was a good one.
Face it. September’s the hump.
Now, I don’t know how you handled the
ninth wonder of the year, but this is what I
did—or should it be, did not?
(Yawn.) During the month of September, I
did not sleep.
That’s right, not a wink, not a zee, not a
kitty-cat nappy-nap, nothing, not a bit.
I’ve been awake for thirty days now,
and, believe it or not (yawn), I’m still on
schedule. I’m not a day behind in any of
my classes; in fact, I’m so far ahead in one
or two courses that it’s getting difficult for
me to remember some of the material I’ve
already read—titles, my name, stuff like
that, stuff you can usually bluff.
And I feel great! (Yawn.) That’s what is
really amazing.
At first, I thought that maybe not
sleeping would be deleterious to my
health, kind of cut down on my appetite,
something like that. But let me tell you,
I’ve been eating like a horse (yawn). Of
course, it’s hard to keep the food from
falling out of my mouth sometimes
(yawn).
The best part of being awake is that I’m
alive longer, alert longer, aware longer
(yawn). None of that eight hours of living
death anymore, when you turn into a side
of snoring beef. I’ve been able to enjoy life
for eight extra hours a day. Think about it..
Sometimes I go downtown around 4:30
a.m. and just do nothing. It’s great! I’ll
call up a friend at 3 o’clock in the morning
and catch up on what’s been happening:
“Hey Ray, ’S Jesse. What’s hap-
pening?”
“Mgh...fff...k ya’ sonofmmmm...you
crazy? or “Mkkglllmm...Huh?!!”
It’s great!
Sometimes, I just watch a little late,
night static on my TV. Of course, it’s bet-
ter on my dad’s set; it’s color (yawn).
But the best part of not sleeping is the
metaphysical.
Sometimes, when I’m just walking down
the sidewalk or a hall in Liberal Arts
or through the Quadrangle, the artificial
world splits up in front of me and reality
shines through. It’s like holding your
hands flat in front of your face and then
suddenly spreading your fingers out so
you can see beyond them. Some high, huh?
And it’s legal, too, and cheap (yawn).
Wow! (Yawn.) Justgotarush (yawn).
Yasir, that's my baby.
Nosir, don’t mean maybe.
Yasir, that’s my baby nowwww.
And my sex life? Couldn't be better! I
guess staying up for thirty days has made
my body extremely sensitive—WILL
SOMEBODY STOP THAT CAT FROM
STOMPING HIS PAWS ON THE
FLOOR!!!
Excuse me (yawn), where was I—oh,
yeh. Staying awake has honed my con-
Well, that’s how I handled the hump.
Now that we’re over September, though, I
may just keep on going (yawn),
especially...
“Hey! Hey! Jesse! Wake up, man. Hey,
wake up! Somebody help me over here;
Jesse’s got his head stuck in a typewriter
again...get those keys out of his nose.
Wake up, Jess! Hey, look, we’ve got a
deadline to make.”
rs
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Isaac enthralls Coffeehouse crowd with vocal stylings
By TIM MEECE
of the UP staff
Hearing Erin Isaac, who appeared in the
Setzer Center Ballroom Wednesday night,
made me think about folk music as the
evanescent vocal styling that it actually is.
It would be difficult to pin down the roots of
this typically undefined genre.
As far as we can tell, a few unrelated
musical idiosyncrasies got together and
spawned Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger,
who called themselves folk singers. These
led to Burl Ives, who wanted to act instead
of sing; Bob Dylan, who couldn’t sing but
could write; and Joan Baez, who could
sing but couldn’t write. The world was
fairly confused about what it was they did.
At this point, after music lovers had split
into camps of appreciation, the prac-
tictioners themselves began to redefine
what they did. Bob Dylan went electric and
enraged the purists at the Newport Folk
Festival, and Joan Baez became socially
aware and politically vocal. And the world
was even more confused.
~rt After' more than a decade of this, we
began to see people who looked like folk
singers, acted like folk singers but esen-
tially did not sing folk songs. Joni Mitchell
and Carly Simon wore dresses on stage,
exuded a sexuality that audiences found
appealing, and sang songs about
unrequited love'and social awkwardness.
And there arose an entire generation of
Simons and Garfunkles, coffee house wan-
derers and musical dilettantes who en-
tertained people with no place better to go.
When we examine this American
cultural manifestation today, we find it
does not exist as we knew it. Today, so-
called folk singers lead a somewhat
precarious existance traveling from
college campus to college campus singing
songs that have no particular theme and
express extremely personal feelings.
One such modern-day troubador made
an appearance in the Ballroom Wednesday
evening.
I am speaking of Erin Isaac, who blew in
from Colorado, the land of ski bums and
mountain lodges, to enthrall and seduce us
on the Gulf Coast of Texas with her award-
winning vocal stylings.
Isaac is a strikingly beautiful woman
with a hypnotic stage presence and a voice
as beautiful as she. Her appeal stops there,
and it is probably enough that she looks
and sounds good.
But it doesn’t stop her act from being a
waste of her talent.
As Isaac would probably tell you, she is
as much a composer as she is a performer,
and the bulk of her act is original. But her
songs are just a step ahead of predic-
tability, and her remarkably strong voice
transcends the lyrics and cuts right
through the anemia of her guitar ac-
companiment.
Some of her songs imply rhythms and
harmonies that one person and a guitar
can't express justifiably. More than once
in her act, she sketched in rhythm in-
flections by tapping on the body of her
guitar and her vocals strayed from the
logical melodic progression into an alter-
nate harmonization. Whether this is good
or bad is probably a matter of opinion; but
as I listened, I couldn’t help but wish she
had a rhythm section behind her as good as
her voice deserved.
Like most folk singers, Isaac talked en-
tirely too much between songs. She had a
way of digressing and hemming and
hawing that made me fidget in my seat
and chain-smoke cigarettes waiting for the
next song. Her singing immediately held
the audience's attention to the point of hyp-
nosis, and then she would say something
vague about the next song that would
break the spell.
Erin Isaac is so beautiful and sings so
well that her success is undoubtedly in-
sured. Hopefully, in her next appearance
at Lamar, she will bring musicians good
enough, and instrumentally expressive
enough, to sing along with her wonderful
voice.
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Coast (India)
Floating structure
City in Texas
Country in Africa
Concise
Prefix: mouth
Very pale
Well-known
magazine
Richard Deacon role
Math concept, for
short
Word in Cagney
phrase
Region of India
Organization for
Ben Casey
Prayer part
Lacking delicacy
Cut
Dug out canoe
Milk glass
Repeat
Trifling
Mexican garb
Office workers
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"Beat it!"
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Put the football
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Stirred up
Retained
Furniture wood
Withdraw
Favors
Vigor
Less cooked
Prophet
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Tics
Mexican Indians
From Luanda
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"...- i ron bars
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Begrime
Slander
"The Story of -
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Official permit
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Mussolini, et al.
Enliven
Wenlr backward
Carpentry item
Nullify
Duped
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Miss Garson
Garden vegetables
Prefix: child
Clod
Disloyalty
Ancient Egyptian
god
Ancient Asian
Affair need
Malayan boat
Straighten again
Type of class
Concurs
Badgerlike
animals
Miss Bayes
Good-looking
Name for a dog
Voucher
Hiatus
White House girl
Have you thought about death?
I believe that everybody in some time in his
life has thought about death.
I have also thought about death, but mainly
my thoughts are about the funerals.
I guess it goes back to my sleeping position.
You see, ever since I was a young kid I could
never sleep facing straight up. If I did, I
couldn’t sleep or if I was to fall asleep, I would
have ghastly nightmares that would leave my
heart pounding at my throat and the rest of
my body sweating profusely.
I don’t know how exactly the fear of that
position came about, but I suspect that
when I was a young boy, somebody, I don t
remember who, told me that he would never
sleep facing up since that would be his eternal
position once he died. I guess that stuck in my
mind because some of my nightmares dealt
with my being in a casket in a funeral parlor.
So. I opted for sleeping on my stomach or on
the side. But, now I think why the same
position for everyone when they are dead?
I think someone should elect how they want
to be put in a casket.
If one’s favorite position is on the stomach,
let him have his eternal sleep on his stomach.
If on the side is his position, let it be that way.
If he liked to be covered head to foot with a
blanket, do the same in the casket. If for some
reason he wasn’t liked by anyone, he could
elect to be rested face down.
After position comes the type of dress.
Almost every man is buried in some sort of
tuxedo, but it’s not even a full tuxedo. It’s just
the top half. They don’t even give you long
pants or dress shoes. Heck, there he rests
with tuxedo, shorts and bare feet.
Again, I would say that one should be able
to select what type of clothing he wants for his
funeral. If one desires a tuxedo, let it be a tux,
but for heaven’s sake, dress him completely.
It might be a problem, but at least it will
satisfy his wishes. )
If a guy wants to wear a T-shirt and blue
jeans, let it be that way. Heck, he wants to be
comfortable. If a woman wants to wear a
halter top and shorts, dress her up that way.
The congregation might be shocked, but at
least they are alive. One woman professed to
me that when she dies she wants to be buried
nude because that was the same way she
came into the world and that is the way she
wants to leave it.
Another way to be buried is with your;
favorite thing. One fellow who had a tragic*
' accident was buried with his guitar since he'
was fond of it. I know one woman was buried
with her favorite cat, which just happened to
succumb at the same time. I think everyone
should be buried with their favorite thing, just
as the old Indian customs did it. I don’t think
Dolly Parton would like it though. If I were
going to go, I would like her to be stuffed with
me.
Of course, I am taking into consideration
that these funerals are the regular type. If
they are the closed casket type, the corpse’s
favorite picture could be put on top of the
casket. It doesn’t matter if it is a high school
graduation picture and the dead person was
81 years old.
Now as to the burial ground, the common
factor for the grave is usually six feet. Why?
That’s how it has been for ages. Why not
choose how deep one wants to be buried. Ten
feet? Twenty feet? That way one could save in
space in the already crowded cemeteries. In-
stead of side by side graves, family members
could be stacked up one on top of
another.
Of course, a despised person wouldn’t have
any friends, so just bury him about fifty feet
deep and drop some old junked cars on top of
the casket.
These are just some of my fantasies. So, if
you have trouble sleeping face up tonight, dig
a deep hole and bury this column. Face down,
please.
Erin Isaac
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