November 12,1968
Page 7
There's JV© Room In The Inn
BASIC STUDIES: SENSITIVITY UPTIGHT
Sometimes we live with things all our lives and never see them because we stand too close or don't try. Our school has handed us a huge mirror in which we may see ourselves and others and the world around us. Under a carefully planned yet wonderfully flexible schedule, the freshman Basic Studies class has been exposed to the visual arts, music, drama, and poetry. We have become involved in stim-
ulating discussions, and have found opportunities to express our feelings, laok for ourselves, and come to decisions about who we are. At a time when our character and lives are most plastic, our school not only has taken an active interest in them, but has assumed a responsibility for the seeds sown therein. When I spend an hour listening to a dimension of sound I never knew existed, gain a new insight into the real person be-
Have Hatchet Will Travel
by Carol Mladek
The rumor about the Hatchet Man has spread far and wide — but is it a rumor?? Strange things have been happening around St. Ben's, and a tense feeling can be detected in the dorms. Before I continue, I'd like to make one point clear. The Hatchet Man is not a Johnny. I will admit he seems rude, overbearing and sneaky, but that is beside the point. A Johnny could find other means of attacking a Benny, and the hatchet would probably be a last resort.
There are only a few clues to the mystery. The Hatchet Man is tall and muscular. He is characterized by his gleaming hatchet and might be wearing a stocking over his head. He will attack four
girls from an all-girls' college. The college must have the letter C in it.
With these few clues, the following suggestions can be offered. Stay away from tall, muscular boys. Never walk in groups of four. If asked, deny that you attend C.S.B. Cease dating lumberjacks for the present. Ignore all boys with stockings over their heads, and if one is seen, notify the St. Joseph Police Department immediately. Always carry a deadly weapon—the most
common is the hat pin, for it is easily concealed.
The Hatchet Man could be on the prowl. He could be under your window. He could be the custodian. He could be in the woods, or he could even be one of the construction workers. So, get your hat pin ready and be prepared.
hind that face next to me, or learn that I touch without feeling and look without seeing, then it must affect me in some way!
To see so many talented teachers spending so much of themselves trying to tune in 185 freshmen Bennies make this Benny feel more worthwhile than anything else could. I can see the purpose and earnest dedication each instructor pours out onto our laps in the hope that we will let some of it soak in, or at least let it cling to our clothes for a while. It's sad that there is as much cutting as there is. I feel that those students who do cut are missing something more valuable than a few extra minutes of sleep warrant. They are missing a chance to see another facet of the people around them and, what is more important, of themselves.
Perhaps you think I've poured it on a bit thick. One thing I've learned in Basic Studies is to say what I really feel. Well, this is it.
Mary Loeb
by Meda Ellen Sexton
The sun shines at last on the College of St. Benedict. Picture, if you will, an additional 185 students romping through the sterile meadows and curving pavement of our campus. Picture 185 new faces in the Johnny-Benny directory. Can you picture the 5:30 supper line with 185 more people to wait behind? (Oh the wipe-out if they all
take two desserts.) And the mixers — imagine the fun — 185 more girls to talk to at a Friday night mixer.
Granted, all of this is hard to visualize but none the less, it will soon be upon us. The Department of Housing and Urban Development approved a $1,085,000 college housing loan for the construction of a new dormitory here at St. Ben's. This was supplemented by $19,000 in college funds.
Flash! The news was out. The Minneapolis Star covered the story last summer, The St. Cloud Times rolled around with it in early October, and The Torch followed through with the word in its first issue. But an aura of secrecy still prevailed. "Date for the start of construction on the dormitory and its completion were not yet available."
Next fall we'll have a new dorm; that's all that was said. As time pressed on, the whole idea began to look a little fuzzy. I just assumed it took a little time to build these things. Maybe some linemen for a construction crew in New Guinea were building it in their spare time and it would be shipped to us by fall. Verrrry Interesting!
Very interesting, but not very funny; last Monday morning we saw the light. For most of us it was a little
bit earlier than usual. The graders had arrived and had brought with them the sound of the fury.
The day had begun and so had the digging. No speeches, no shovels with yellow satin ribbons, or no famous celebrities or newsmen on hand to partake in this festive occasion; only a truck load of overalled workmen and several tons of booming machinery. Things got better; as the day wore on, the noise subdued itself.
The noise I soon became immune to. My abrupt awakening on Tuesday was of another sort. The sky is falling was my first impression, or maybe an earthquake. My whole bed vibrated; it seemed to be moving by itself across to the other side of the room. The gang was back this time with bigger and better equipment than yesterday.
Upon completion of this vast edifice in late summer of 1969, the dorm will be christened CORONA. Perhaps then we'll have speeches, celebrities, and merry-making. Oh to be on hand when a bottle of Diet-Rite Cola is cracked on the cornerstone.
It is then that St. Ben's opens its arms to an additional 185 lucky ladies. Can't you just see it all now? 185 more of us squished on the Bennie Bus, 185 new members of NSA, a vast increase in Torch circulation.
Welcome graders, welcome workmen, and welcome to you Corona. The sun indeed is shining at St. Ben's. Shine on Harvest Moon!
Insert Mouth Open Foot
by Mary Lou McElroy
How does it feel to be the only female in the company of several male orators? Mary Ann Barnett thinks it's just great.
Girls, how have we missed this opportunity? Mary says, "It's a lot of work but it's worth it."
The Forensics Class at St. John's takes trips all over the state and outside the state doing oratory, extemporaneous speaking and debate. In the past few weekends their schedule has been busy; trips have been made to Billings, Montana, and Grand Forks, North Dakota. November 15-16, they will be competing in Mankato.
This class, besides giving a person the chance to travel, helps develop "self-poise and ability in delivering a speech." Forensics a one-credit course; however it is not necessary to take it for a credit — just as a worthwhile experience.
