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Leopard Tales
Thursday, April 21, 1977
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sailor can now afford a new pair of laces for
his deck tennies, and somewhere in Brazil
there is a man walking to Rio because he
couldn’t afford to fill up the Rolls.
All right, I admit that there are any
number of people who prefer tea to coffee.
There are any number of people who prefer
Volvos to Fords, Waco to war, hate to love.
There is no accounting for taste. You either
have it or you don’t.
I shall also admit that there is something
to be said for tea. It goes well with crum-
pets, garden parties and 4 o’clock. In rela-
tion to balconies of rest homes and little old
ladies, it’s the perfect brew.
And of course England would not be Eng-
land without labor riots and tea breaks.
But tea is to be reserved for hot August
afternoons when the beverage can be ac-
companied by ice, a tablespoon of sugar, a
squeeze of lemon and a dash of mint. This,
of course, is a true delight. So, no I cannot
issue a blanket condemnation of tea for —
as with a hangman, a harlot, and a hunch-
back — there is a time and a use for every-
thing, but the time and use for tea is not in
the morning, not hot, and not'in my coffee
cup.
So, before those little ladies come from
behind their doilies and attack me for my
stand, let me agree “Tea for Two” is a fine
song. No, I’ve never heard of anyone read-
ing coffee grounds for fortunes, and yes, the
Boston Coffee Party just doesn’t have that
ring. I have heard all this before and agree.
But coffee, like Otis Elevators, is good to the
last drop. And this morning the bank
hauled away the car, and Gabriel has an-
nounced the departure of God.
................ Aaron Williams
.................Paul Wilkinson
..................Judy Plumlee
..................Kim Hawkins
................Beverly Brading
.................Rosanne Hajda
Beverly Brading, Kim Hawkins,
Jimmie Evelyn Hoffman, Dennis
Locke, Billy Nabours, Mike Peck,
Judy Plumlee, Pat Porter, Paul
Wilkinson, Aaron Williams, Vito
Zavoina.
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Those of least importance
discovered from the survey
were: 14. Attention to class-
room comfort, 19. Dress and
personal appearance, 25.
General estimate of instructor
as teacher.
Mr. Whittington passed on
the results of his survey to other
faculty members.
“I’m not advocating any
changes in the form (nor am I)
trying to prove anything,” Mr.
Whittington said, “I want to
know how I can do what I’m
doing better.”
Mr. Harold Whittington, gov-
ernment instructor, surveyed
110 of his students concerning
the faculty evaluation form
which are filled out by the stu-
dents at the end of each
semester.
The students were asked to
rank in order of importance the
25 statements concerning the
instructor on personal habits
and teaching processes.
Questions, such as number 1,
“Interest in students; willing-
ness to help them outside
class,” are ranked according to
the instructors performance in
the categories superior, above
average, average, below
average and poor.
The results are collected and
all data summerized so as to be
transferred onto another form.
This form breaks the questions
down as to the amount of cate-
gorical rankings. This process
gives equal value to each of the
25 questions.
Mr. Whittington’s survey
found t|iqt though, the %5 ques-
tions weigh equally in compuf-
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and college students scratching
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and Scholarship Search can
help.
Scholarship hunters send a
$1 initial fee to Scholarship
Search at 1775 Broadway, N.Y.
10019, for an information
package, an application for
their student profiles and all
essential background detail.
When filled out it is returned
with a $39 service fee. It’s
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pomputer, which matches it will
There Is No Accounting For Taste
By Aaron Williams
Staff Writer
Coffee, ground, blended and perked to
perfection. I awake to the aroma of the bean
which permiates the house each morning.
It is the little reassurance that all has
fared well during the night. The cossacks
have not taken the west gate, the bank has
not repossessed the car and God’s in His
heaven.
There is no substitute for that warm,
friendly smell which formally ends my
dreams and brings me into another day of
fighting for right, truth, honor, and beauty.
My security blanket, my fix, and without it
I get shakey, irritable, perturbed, and even
nauseous.
I beg your pardon! Weak you say? De-
pendent on the proverbial cup! A person
who finds himself to enjoy a cup of coffee in
the morning to the extent that he cannot
function without it is simply a person who
knows how to live. Like the wino on 9th
Street who has a deep and abiding love for
his favorite tipple, we gourmets of the
grounds, we few members of the Maryland
Club, know where it’s at.
But what’s this? This vile brew, this
hideous concoction which has invaded my
coffee cup. What is this mixture so weak
and wane which allows me to see the
“japan” imprint at the bottom of the cup. I
lay my lips to the cup, I sip. GAD! Tea in my
coffee cup. The world has collapsed, the cos-
sacks have stormed the west gate. I de-
mand an explanation, a full investigation if
need be.
The answer, $4.30 a pound vs. $1.20 a
pound, which in essence means some old
President Carter last week withdrew his $50 rebate, which
would have totaled $30 billion had the plan gone into effect, and a
congressional sigh could be heard throughout the Senate Building.
Where now will the funds for Carter’s extravagant campaign
promise go? The defense budget has been set at $123 billion, which
I feel will suffice. Social Security is in for an $8 billion increase and
$14 billion will go to generate the Energy Commission.
All of this was a bit mind boggling when I sat down April 14 to
prepare my 1976 income taxes. Finding out that the I.R.S. took,
say, $150 our of my paycheck seems to pale beside the $160 billion
needed for HEW. Our unselfish gift to running the federal govern-
ment — while most significant to us — rather seems to fade into
the treasury, going we know not where, doing we know not what.
Therefore, in order to bridge the ever growing gulf between the
American government and her people, I have a proposal. One
which would make us all feel a part of our system, red tape and all.
The proposal — we get a receipt showing what we paid for. Short.
Sweet. Written in simple English. As when we buy something in a
store the clerk makes a receipt of the monies spent. “Economics
2613 text - $15.00” Or, “Fifth of scotch — $4.50.” (I drink any-
thing.)
So, Uncle Sam does the same, telling us where our hard-earned
money went and once more giving us the feeling of belonging. Let’s
say for instance a business person paid a federal income tax for
1976 of $2800. Under my plan he would receive a receipt from the
government: “Pay for US Army tank crew patrolling the Congo
against invasion by Baptist Missionaries for the month of March -
$2800.”
This way he can thank his lucky taxes that there is some pri-
vate and sergeant who, while you sleep safely in your bunk, are
grinding through the jungle on maneuvers, ever ready to keep the
peace. As I said, it would bring the taxpayer and the government
closer together and end the escalating alienation between home-
town and Washington. No one could object to such a cost. It is a
legitimate expense toward keeping the world safe for democracy.
There is, however, a slight flaw in my plan. Because someone is
going to get the receipt reading “cost of subsidizing the Pentagon’s
restaurant for one week so the generals can order lobster in white
wine for $2.50 when it costs you $12.50 —$2800”. There are some
taxpayers around who might feel that their money could be better
spent making the world safe for democracy. Some may feel that the
brass can brown bag it if they want lobster in white wine, thus
allowing that hard-earned money to put another tank crew on the
Congo. Every little bit helps.
Of course someone is going to get billed for the $60,000 we are
paying Richard Nixon each year. And just imagine the look on the
taxpayer’s face when he opens his envelope and discovers his 1976
income tax went to pay for the restroom fixtures and 10 lbs. of
heavy duty screws in the new W.R. (Bob) Poage Federal Building.
Obviously this person would not be fit company for several weeks.
Anyway, we must realize these are important requirements of our
government, which has some 10 million of it’s people living in ab-
ject poverty.
Despite these flaws, I still think it’s a good idea. The 60-year-
old Hopi Indian, shuffling from his hut, finds that the $4.50 federal
excise tax he paid on the tribal telephone helped send Treasury
Secretary William Simon’s son to Moscow with his dad. Imagine, if
you can, how his eyes grow misty as he turns toward Washington
D.C. singing lhe praises of the white man. He feels a part of his
government, a kinsmanship which, until now, has not existed. Ah,
conjure up the happy sight of a widow who has saved up all her
money to visit her children in Memphis, and a few weeks later she
gets a receipt from the government: “The $2 federal tax on your
bus ticket went to make up the difference between what it costs a
U.S. senator to get his hair cut at the Senate barber shop and what
it costs a U.S. senator to get his hair cut at the Senate barber shop.
Congratulations.” Like the Hopi Indian, she shall clasp the receipt
and murmur happily, “Only in America.”
Yes, it’s a good idea whose time has come so that we may all
feel closer to our leaders. “Cost of feeding two heavy campaign con-
tributors to the Ford-for-President Committee who attended the
White House reception for Queen Elizabeth featuring sole veroni-
que and filet of beef - $420. Doggy bag follows.”
And, of course, there will be someone who will receive a receipt
showing that he paid for the cost of printing and sending out the
receipts, but all in all I think this program would somehow cut
down on the cost of operating our government.
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which they qualify.
Scholarship Search guaran-
tees at least five sources or they
will return the fee. Their
returns run up to 5 per cent.
There are scholarships for
the sons of fishermen, the
daughters of farmers and
widows, the children of taxi dri-
vers, Czech-Americans, Ruma-
nian-Americans, and those
bearing the names of Dutch col-
onial settlers.
Of the 2,000 applicants Scho-
larship Search spot checks ev-
ery summer, two out of five
interviewed state they receive
£U1 scholarships and grants for frdm $300 to $3000.
...,. Carolyn Curtis
Some Questions Are Of Unequal Value
ing the forms the students sur-
veyed considered some ques-
tions to be of unequal value.
The consensus among the
students was that numbers two,
three and five on the form were
of the most importance.
These questions are ability to
communicate with students in
classroom and to encourage
them to express their thoughts,
ability to stimulate thinking
and to inspire students to learn,
and apparent knowledge of sub-
ject.
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