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THE WEST GEORGIAN, WEDNESDAY, MAY 14, 1980
editorial Opinion
Beth Will Be Missed
For various reasons, both personal and professional, Beth Lawrence has
announced her intention of resigning as director assistant of student ac
tivities next fall To say that she will be missed is an understatement.
Beth was once quoted as saying that she never did anything halfway and
whatever she was involved with she gave 100 percent to. This attitude was
clearly evidenced in her performance as assistant director of student
activities.
She did not put in an eight hour day and then vanish She worked many
evenings, assisting with programs and activities and was available to help
with any problem which arose She joined in actively to help the students of
the CPB and her enthusiasm and creativity were assets to her office.
She was also a friend to many students She did not relate to them as one
might those they are in charge of but as individuals and as people she
wanted to know and be friends with
Her smile, her brightness, her hard work, and her determination will be
missed Good luck. Beth, and thanks.
When The Cat's Away...
While Mama was away, the children have been raiding the cookie jar, or
so it seems with the Student Government Association. A formerly planned
banquet for SGA officers has been cancelled because of lack of money, and
this lack is attributed by President Randy Evans to expenditures for the
SGA officers which were not authorized and were for personal and not SGA
business. A number of items were charged at the college bookstore,
amounting to S6OO for supplies alone
We commend president Randy Evans for taking a firm hand at this point
and putting a stop to this runaway spending in which the SGA officers
appear to have taken advantage of the system and the students. However,
we wonder how this matter managed to escape Evans’ notice for all this
time and it is only now he emerges to slap the wrists of his naughty of
ficers.
The SGA is playing politics. Evans has donned an almost Hitlerish at
titude and his officers are living up to the cliche of politicians taking
what they can get from those who elected them We can only hope that next
year's officers will be more concerned with student needs than games of
power or ways to abuse their offices.
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Dregs of Earth Put at Drive Thru Windows
Everyone was hyped up The
adrenalin was charging Off we
were to Atlanta to see the Who
movie “Guadrophenia” Driving
down the Maple Street strip, we
scrutinized the choice of Burger
Glovis Gore
Curly...And It's
So Permanent
It was time for a change
A change has been long overdue
—and not just a small change
either: I decided to get a per
manent for my straight-as-straw
hair
Poring over the latest “Gold
Medal Hairstyles,” I chose a
beautiful one that had lots of body
and was under the heading “Perky.
Pretty and Poised ”
1 immediately made an ap
pointment at the nearest salon
Friday was the day. This would
give me two days if something
went drastically wrong.
Friday came. As I was being
swiveled up in the chair, I began
having second thoughts. 1 vividly
remembered the permanents that
looked so cute and curly that I
always had to get about a week
before the first day of school—
disasters.
Then, there had been that awful
smell of ammonia and only the
hairdresser knew what else There
was the dreadful burning as I sat
under that hot dryer getting my
part singed, not to mention all the
laughter and stares my new “do”
received.
I also began wondering whether
this would be worth either the $29
or $39. I hadn’t decided yet since
I really didn’t know the difference
Maybe 1 should have just tried a
“home’’ Clairol ora Rave and been
done with it. I’d be saving in the
neighborhood of $25.-835 depen
ding, of course, on the choice I
made
After the shampoo. I almost
backed out. But in a second, little
snips of my hair were falling all
around I was in it up to my split
ends I couldn't back out
I focused on the little yellow
rollers. How I remembered those
things rolled so tight that tears
slipped down my cheeks.
My back to the mirror, I felt the
hairdresser pull and roll, pull and
roll. This took practically no time
at all.
She wanted my decision.
“What's the difference?” I asked
“Well,” she said, "The $39. per
manent is automatically timed.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell with the
other or I might be busy and can’t
get to you right away.”
That did it. I'nr. definitely for
timing Quickly she squeezed some
white foam all over my head and
turned me so that I faced the
mirror.
I looked like one of those
creatures from “Star Wars.” The
foam seemed to be expanding and I
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Dilly’s, Greasy Grubs, and Pizza
Places intent on finding something
fast, good, and cheap Abandoning
at least one of the criteria, we
opted for a Burger Dilly and to
save time, went to the drive
could feel bubbles working away at
my scalp I could no longer see
those little curlers
Trying to act as if this didn’t
affect me in the least, I asked.
“What’s the difference in this kind
of permanent and the do it yourself
kind?”
“I once knew a girl who used that
type permanent and her hair just
melted away. She came straight
here and I cut off most of it A
problem generally happens if
someone doesn’t know how to do
it." *
I gave a startled glance at my
reflection "How could something
like that happen’’’’
“There’re different types of hair
Tinted, fine, coarse... Sometimes a
formula is just too strong for some
types "
“Oh God," I thought "What
have I done?"
Suddenly a thunderous alarm
went off “That’s the timer,” she
explained ‘‘lt’s time for the five
minute rinse.”
“Nodryer?" 1 asked, still a little
shaken “The foam acts as a
dryer," she said swishing me
around to the sink.
This was the best part. I relaxed
while the warm water gushed over
my head.
All too soon, however. I was once
again staring at myself while she
applied a “neutralizer.”
“What’s this for?" I asked
“Without this, the permanent
would be no good," she said. “This
will set the curls.”
The timer was set for five
minutes As it ticked down to the
final seconds, she began uncoiling
my hair very carefully
Then she gently massaged my
scalp for about a minute and rinsed
once again.
After this, she simply blow-dryed
my new style. There was a tingly
clean feeling as she brushed the
curls into place.
It wasn't exactly like the picture
in the magazine but it looked pretty
good.
The socker came the next day. I
washed and blow-dryed it and it got
fluffier and fluffier. I looked like a
Gilda Radner! I wet and sprayed it
over and over again until I finally
made myself presentable.
Luckily, my fuller, livelier hair
became easier to manage as the
week wore on.
Though I may not yearn for such
a “hair-raising experience” next
time, now I’m glad I did it
because as they say in the ads.
“I’m worth it.”
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Having spent at least one third of
my teen years at fast food
restaurant in Carrollton. I have
come to believe, firmly, that the
downtrodden, disheartened, and all
around dregs of the earth are put in
cardboard caps behind a row of
buttons and placed in charge of
drive through service. It’s all part
of a plot to drive normal people
made You talk to a machine and a
person responds sounding like a
robot with an overloaded system
This night was no exception A
slow voice comes on. "Can I.”
“Please h01d..." “Drive around...”
“Oh. fet me take your order..."
We ring off the usual; “chili dog.
roast beef, strawberry shakes and
make that two separate orders
"Oh you want that on two
separate tickets' 5 Now could you tel
me what you want again?"
Never was it so difficult - to get a
strawberry shake - not a chocolate
one- to get 38 cents back from $2 on
a $162 order to get horseradish
sauce, not strawberry jam, and. of
course, no napkins
As the “bright lights” of the city
came into view. I began to have the
strangest feeling inside Between
John Plouffe
Nix On Snickers
Everyday we consumers see
more outrageous prices being
charged in our battle against in
flation. The list of price increases
seem endless, attacking our
budgets for clothes, food, en
tertainment. rent, utilities, and
gasoline Last week in the Student
Center, however, my wallet
received its “coup de grace” in
front of the candy machine When I
saw that the onetime nickel-size
Snickers candy bar now costs 30
cents. I had to say no
The familiar phrase of “united
we stand, but divided we fall" can
take on anew significance this
decade in the battle of the con
sumer versus inflation. With the
prices of merchandise and services
rising every month it may seem
that inflation is winning the first
battles, but we united consumers
can still win the war. The secret is
in saying no!
We have only to look to the recent
past to realize the potential power
we consumers do have. Prices
have gone up before, but a united
nation of customers have brought
them under control again. The
secret to success in winning the
war against inflation is by keeping
our purse strings closed and our
mouths opened with complaints.
Several years ago, the few
companies in this country that
manufactured sugar suddenly
the jokes and the tape deck I
nonchallantly edged in to the
conversation, “How about a
bathroom break?”
"Sure O K Have you heard the
new Genesis album?”
“No let’s have a bathroom break
NOW." So much for being polite
It was embarrassing A chevron
station and I'm keeping a woman
in pedal pushers and flip flops and
her three screaming kids out of the
restroom so I can reproduce, not in
exact form, my king kong burger
and fries
It is one thing to be sick on
Monday morning in time for class,
in your apartment or at home with
Mama to fetch you chicken soup. It
is no fun to be sick off Fidton
Industrial Blvd on a Saturday
night
But the show goes on in the social
swirl, so I went on still ready for 1
the exodus into sound Then the
capper of the evening --1 got I D and
at an R-rated movie A college
junior and a guy with acne and
something that resembled a
mustache over his upper lip is
asking me to prove I am 17 years
old
As Frank-n-furter says in Rocky
Horror." Gosh it's hard having a
good time."
began to cry “shortage.” The price
of a five pound bag of sugar rose
from 89 cents to almost four
dollars The consumers of the
nation felt the pinch and bought
less, rather than keep paying the
high price They also let the sugar
companies know that they thought
the alleged shortage was nothing
more than a monopoly flim-flam
The end results of the consumer
saying “no" were large stockpiles
of unsold sugar, and the ultimate
reduction of the prices.
As consumers we can beat in
flation if we stand united in keeping
our money in our pockets, and by
letting the big companies know
about out displeasure with their
products' prices. Let's tell the
Mars Candy Company of
Hackettstown, New Jersey, that we
are not going to pay 30 cents for a
candy bar. Let's tell Gulf and
Texaco, and all of the rest of the oil
companies that we plan on buying
less Let’s tell the fashion industry
that they can sell their S4O blue
jeans to the Russian farmers, but
that we aren’t going to pay. And
let’s tell Detroit that they can park
their SB,OOO economy cars in Lake
Michigan because we are not going
to buy.
As consumers we still do have
the choice. Either we can be united
to withstand inflation or stand
divided to fall deeper into debt.