The Comment, December, 1981
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Bridgewater State University Virtual Commons - Bridgewater State University The ommeC nt Campus Journals and Publications 1981 The ommeC nt, December, 1981 Bridgewater State College Volume 55 Number 21 Recommended Citation Bridgewater State College. (1981). The Comment, December, 1981. 55(21). Retrieved from: http://vc.bridgew.edu/comment/488 This item is available as part of Virtual Commons, the open-access institutional repository of Bridgewater State University, Bridgewater, Massachusetts. ··THE COMMENT Letters to the Editor Tumbrel Dear Editor, I would like to comment on the has only verified ... no, I mean, ously invited to into their homes. attitude of the students, faculty and opened my eyes to the real truth of You've shown a concern and a car· administration of the Bridgewater how wrong I could be. ing that makes me realize the impor State College campus, but before I Seriously, this letter is meant as a tance of friendship; never should it begin, a little background informa thank you not to those friends of be taken for granted. You've also Perspectives on Politics tion is needed. mine students, faculty and left me unable to express my grati· by Tom Gregg Before I transferred to this school administration·who have made and tude to each of you adequately. The Season of Forgiveness from the South, I must confess, that will make my last two years of col· Now that Christmas is approach· December 8: This is the time when columns like TUMBREL h1rn I, along with many other sou· lege more enjoyable than I could ing, again I feel incapable of extend· mellow and wax philosophical. Christmas tends to do that to even the therners, held certain conceptions have ever hoped for or imagined. ing to each a uproper" Christmas hardest heart. about northemers(yankees). It is Your many invitations to me to wish (with finals so close to Christ· It is despite the crass commercialism and cheaptalk media hype, a generally considered that nor spend Thanksgiving with your fami mas, its difficult to do). So, to my gentle season. Wars may continue to rage, famine may still stalk the therners are a cold and unfriendly lies truly touched me. I was raised in friends and 'at:quaintances' globe, but Christmas is a time for hope. And so we have an especial need lot-brutal, ill-mannered, unrefined a climate that believes that Thanks students, faculty and adminis· of Christmas which grows year by year as the times become more and (welL.maybe a little too heavy on giving is an exclusive family event trationl wish for you all the joy of more barbaric. the brutal and ill-mannered, but defi rarely are 'outsiders' invited in. Yet Christmas and all the luck in the Our greatest myth is that of progress. Leaders like to paint a picture of nitely unrefined). However, my one· even those people whom I have con coming New Year. a world marching steadily towards Utopia. Reality is somewhat different. and-a-half years here at Bridgewater sidered to be acquaintances gener- Sincerely, In everyway, except perhaps in the field of technology, we have been Your Token Southerner slipping back towards darkness. The barbaritities of a modern war would have shocked Frederick the Great. The Flemish masters would find our so-called modem art positively comical. Shakespeare would consider our literature nothing more than a vast, sterile wasteland. The main currents of political thought, east and west, left and right, all tend towards absolutism. Our splendid slogans--"human rights" "freedom of choice" etc. etc. really denote a deep-seated selfishness, the extent of which staggers the imagination. No, we have not progressed. The bleak outlook is what insures the survival of the ChrIBtmas season. It is a time for looking baekward to old traditional valul?S, for family, for the simpler pleasures of more innocent years. ChriStmas means peace and love·-both alien to modern civilization. Power and hared have become our gods. And yet this gentle time still has ways in which to move us. You don't have to be a religious believer in order to partake of Christmas. The theme of salvation and the teachings of Christ are sane and logical, whether you believe in the Son of God or the mortal man. He said that love is what matters--a doctrine still honored,· though seldom practiced nowadays. But it still exercises a powerful fascination. · Thus my little essay upon the meaning of Christmas, at least in the world-historical sense. On a more personal level, I love to receive gifts, t and to receive them. Old friends come home. I eatalld drink too much, ~ r·..,..•, .. \ help decorate the tree, concoct my infamous egg-nog, perhaps even attempt a carol or two. · . Christmas is the season of forgiveness. Now when you write a column on politics you find yourself getting pretty hot under the collar at the as5orted fools, dolts, pinheads and idiots who are pleased to call them· $elves our leaders. But what the hell-·absolve them of their sins. To the Editor, -------• Ina few.weeks approximately one rt is perhaps not ironic that the /:;:;..';;')'.,/'.> .. GOD •5 nr,1,1:> ~·,;... -;. third of the population of this planet few countries(e~cluding the U.S.) -t11frZ<!HI: will NIHZ<.lili IS 11r11c! celebrate, in one form or which hold the fate of the world in ..-~. -GoL> another, a holy day known as their hands do not share in this cele~ Christmas. This celebraion takes bration. True, you .say, but these place in the midst of a world whose countries have different religious future is uncertain. Many are they and or moral beliefs. (Some of 1.:1 I/) f I who say that a nuclear confronta· course. do not permit their.citizens hon is not only possible but very to have religious beliefs.) However, probable. Faced with this apocalyp- differing religious and moral belieb tic prospect it is not difficult to make .no matter if there is.one unr·· understand why so many look with versal desire: peace. It .is not so ~ynicism. upon the peace and joy important that everyone believe, which Christmas supposedly offers us. continued page 8 The Comment (established 1927) Editor-in-Chief ........... , ~ • , . Richard H. Pickering Managing Editor . • . • . Lynn R. Haffner News Editors ..............................• Richard Lussier ·1 Entertainment Editor. • . • . Lynn R. ·Haffner Sports Editor . • . • . • . Neil Bunick Photography Editor • . • . • . • . • • . Renata McFarland Graphic Arts Editor . ..............•....• , • • Doreen Greeley Business Manager ·.........•......•.. ~ ....... Phyllis J. Cox Advertising Manager, •........••...•....... Margaret' Flaherty Distribution Manager .....••.•......•.•.. , .. Stuart Gardner I Peace ·on earth.. :~? 1. • Writing Sta/ft Robert Flynn, Barbara Glauben,Tom Gregg, Danny Hall. Betsy Hanson, Sue Leoni, Nicholas Litton, William Paige, Br~tt Peruzzi, Bob Remillard. Michael A. 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Al! ·correspondence should be addressed to The Comment, Student Union Building. ;Bridgewater Sta'te College, Bridgewater, MA 0:2324. ; Telephone: .(617)697·8321, elctens~on 260 or ,304. Not a creature was stirring, not euen a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. And Mamma in ~.....,.iiiiiiiiiiiiiiir---~ her kerchief and I in my cap had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the ·~.------. matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, fj ~ ~~~~~'!!!!!P with a little old driver, so lively and quick; ·~· .. I knew in a moment it must be St~ Nick. More rapid than eagles his · coursers they came. And.he. whi.stled an··.d. s•·ho.·u·t·e·.·d·,··a····nd. call·e_.·d th.. e. _m b.. Y· name: "Now, Dasher! Now Dqncer!Now Prancer .£).,~!~. ~C & Vixen/On, Com1J?t!On, Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away all" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, ~~~~~~ when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the· coursers they flew With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. ~~~~~~ Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished withashes and soot.' A bundle of toys ,,......~~~~:..., he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.