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Letters To The Editor

Why Not Accept Virginia's Co-eds?

At the risk of sounding paranoid
I would like to take issue with Mrs.
Shannon's selection of
co-hostesses for the open house
at Carr's Hill April 22.

I realize Mrs. Shannon is an
alumna of Sweet Briar College and
thus can best contest to the social
training and grace of the Sweet's
girls. I do feel, however, that UVa
coeds too could have handled the
punch-pushing without ,alas,
distracting from the gentility of
such an occasion. Had Mrs. Shannon
selected Virginia coeds such as
favorite son, or rather daughter,
patronage could have helped
support the University
Community's move toward
recognition and even acceptance of
coeducation at the University.

Blood Drive

We of the Central Virginia
Chapter of the American Red
Cross, would at this time thank
ALL of the students of the
University of Virginia that came
out in support of our recent Blood
Drive for the Martha Jefferson
Hospital. Many lives will be helped
by this work.

Some people would rather give
money to a cause, or donate other
material things in order to help
other people in need. When it
comes to a need for blood, there is
only one place for it to come from,
and that is another fellow human
being.

We hope as you travel through
life, regardless of where you may
be, that you will continue to share
your life giving blood with those
that are not as fortunate as you.

In closing we thank all of you
for making the drive such a success,
and may God bless all of you.

No Help

Early Thursday morning after a
trip to the bathroom, I went to
open my door and alas it was
locked! It definitely was a
dastardly plot conceived by a
warped man in a moment of
uncontrollable madness. Hoping to
find the emergency man in a little
late, I ran down stairs but he had
since parted. Running upstairs,
hoping not to be seen, since I was
in my underwear, I reappeared on
the scene of the crime. While I
carefully surveyed the situation at
hand, my roommate went to our
counselor, who was visiting in the
next hall. But he explained that he
did not have the pass key and to
call Security.

In a fit of madness, I walked
into my counselor's opened the
unattended room and saw the
forbidden fruit, THE KEYS! I then
proceeded to steal the keys and
open the door, transgressing my
counselor's most sacred rule. We are
not to touch his pass key.

When he found out about my
inexcusable action, he proceeded to
give me the harshest tongue lashing
I have ever received. I definitely
should have called Security! Now
Security is not known for its speed
in reaching the dorms to assist
students locked out of their rooms
and it was late and I was in my
underwear. I tried to have him
listen to reason but, I failed. I
explained that clearly the rational
approach to my problem was to
borrow his key for ten seconds,
rather than inconvenience the nice
men at Security and to spend half
an hour waiting for them. As I
already mentioned, I failed and I
am now on his blacklist.

A counselor is supposed to be a
friend, a guiding hand, and a
disciplinarian. With such Mickey
Mouse rules, as the unavailability of
pass keys for the above emergency,
that are enforced by housing and
the counselors, how can the
counselors expect to fulfill their
jobs? Exceptions to rules are known
to exist, and to think that my
problem did not merit an exception
is, in my opinion, an audacity. At
least a housemother would have
had some motherly compassion for
me in my sad plight.