THE RED AND BLACK
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Lieutenant Hamilton, U. S. A.
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OfflrUI Organ of th« Athletlr Aaaoolatlaa
of Ihn Calvtrallj of Oonrgl*.
Entered at the Poat Office at Athena, Ga.,
aa aecond clana raall matter.
CHARLES REYNOLDS EtHtor ln Chief
W It WILLIAMS Managlnf Editor
Hugh Park Aaaoclnte Editor
Mary !,ouIk«* IIHI AMOcUt* Editor
Hill Hay Hporta Editor
R W Oliver Reference Editor
SPECIAL WRITERS: Frank Hawklna
Jr men Cobh Robert Davis. Morgan Good
hart. HiiMRell Hargrave, Luelle Mitchell,
anil F. T. Brown.
REPORTERS Tom Hosier, Elizabeth
Camp. William Buchanan, J. W. Comer.
Inez Morgan, Altha Hammann, Dorothy
Greene. Mildred Jameaon, Mary Myera,
Jack Flynt. I^ee Rogera, K W. Oliver Jr.,
Robert tt’Kelley, and J. B. Welehel.
COMPTON O. BAKER Business Manager
ASSISTANTS TO THE BUSINKHH MAN
AGER: Frank Lee, Charles Methvln, and
Lea In lllgglna Clrrulntlon Manager
Dick Brown lat A net Circulation Mgr.
II A. Mr Elroy 2nd Anal Circulation Mgr.
Out Into the Open!
N OT ninny week* remain be
fore cnmpiiH elections roll
around ugain. Before long
politicians, rather, their hench
men, will begin milking vlelts
lo dormitory rooms, hack slap
ping. laughing loudly, promis
ing, even threatening. It's the
same old story each spring.
When students are accused of
being lame brained they put up
a howl, long and loud, and yet
they continue to allow profes
sional campus politicians to mo
nopolise campus offices through
u system of political promising
and “dirty" politics under their
University students of today
are supposedly the intelligent
voters of tomorrow, yet If they
carry over their lethargic atti
tude toward campus offices Into
their future lives, politics and
government will continue to de
cay and grow putrid as they now
are doing. What happens when
the public refuses to take an ac
tive interest In Its government
was emphatically and deplorably
Illustrated by the action, or
rather, inaction, of the past ses
sion of the general assembly.
University students have a
splendid opportunity to school
themselves In an Intelligent ei-
erclslng of their right to rote
here on the campus.
Why doesn't the student body
demand that political candidates
come out into the open, that
they announce their candidacies,
their platforms, aud that they
conduct their campaigns in a
clean and dignified manner?
The columns of The Red and
Black are open to any student
who wishes to announce his can
didacy and ask for the support
of his fellow students. It ts
time for the student body to de
mand that this be done. It is
time for "dirty" politics, be
smirching of the oppositions
character, and the destroying of
friendships to come to an end.
If the campus has any back
bone it will force the profee-
slonal politicians out into the
(Editor's note: Our beloved rus
tic commentator, Leroy, generously
comes out of his retirement tempor
arily this week to aid a staff crip
pled by the absence of the editor,
who is confined to his bed, and, In
cidentally, to let off some of the
steam that has been accumulating
with him. We know you will enjoy
Mr. B. C. Kinney,
In Charge of Dormitories.
Dear Mr. Kinney:
■M"q view of the fact that I have paid
I my dormitory rent at last and
am in good standing as a tenant
at Joe E. Brown, I would like to
file a few complaints.
I entered my room after return
ing for the holidays and found two
hens and a rooster which I had not
seen before, which somebody had
borrowed, and were keeping there
till they could also borrow a stove.
I am not a hermit, but it Is not pleas
ant sleeping in a room with a rooster
who Is restless and crows at mid
night and also at dawn.
I also returned one night last
week and found a puppy in my bed
which I could not account for, and
my clean sheets had not come back
from the laundry. I did not rest
well all night for I did not have the
heart to put him out and he would
not go to sleep on the floor. In fact
lie would not go to sleep at all but
was very restless all night. I gave
him an aspirin tablet but it did not
make him any quieter, so I took the
rest of the aspirin myself, which put
me to sleep.
Also recently I have come home
and found people in my bed who I
did not even know, but who had got
ten very tired while on the way to
Memorial hall or wherever they lived
and had decided to get their rest. 1
am personally a very hospitable per
son. hut I do not like to sleep with
people I have not met.
Also recently I have been annoyed
by people who think it is funny to
stick their heads in my window,
which is on the ground floor, and yell
boo and things like that which dis
turb me so that I can not get back
I wish you would put up a sign
saying that Joe E. Brown is a dor
mitory and is not to be used as a
poultry farm or a dog kennel, or a
flop house for people who get very
tired on the way home, and that it
is not right to scare people to death
yelling Boo at them in the middle
of the night. Respectfully.
To Whom It May Concern:
There has been a great deal of
talk going about the campus lately
about my girl having kicked me
which was news to me and caused
me a great deal of pain.
I would like to say that I am doing
the best I can and I think I would
not have so much trouble if a lot
of people did not go about saying
that we had busted up, which is not
so. I do not mind, except that it is
liable to put ideas in her head, since
it is getting spring time when a lot
of changes are always made, which
has been worrying me a right smart
Dear Mrs. Rhodes:
I would like to write you about
the nightwatchman at one of the
girls' dormitories who is always
peering at people from behind bush
es when they are having a date and
I like this nightwatchman very
much, and have often personally
given him a cigarette and one time
a bottle of home brew and I would
like to say that I have not got any
thing against him personally but 1
think he is getting too inquisitive
in ills old age.
I would like to recommend that
all of the nightwatchmen carry a
bell, or something which they shall
ring when they approach places
where people might be sitting in the
moonlight and talking about things
that are interesting to nobody but
them and are not any of his business.
I wish that you would impress upon
the nightwatchmen that they are
just to watch for tires and burglars
and things like that and should not
hide under bushes and behind build
ings and act like a detective or some
thing. Very respectfully,
P. S. There have been a great
many other people complaining about
• Flie Campus Parade •
By Mark Antony
T HE University of Georgia
today mourns the loss of
Lieutenant Edward N.
Hamilton, who was killed last
week while serving bis country
in the army air corps at Panama.
Hundreds of students who
knew Lieutenant Hamilton while
he was an undergraduate here,
will pay homage to his memory
at the military funeral to be
held Sunday. Countless others,
now graduated, will pay their
last respects in spirit, if not In
Georgia, during ita 132 years
of history, has sent thousands
of Its sono forth to do battle
for their country. Since the
War of 1812 and through the
World war, men of Georgia have
died gloriously on far flung bat
tlefields for the country which
their fathers founded. Lieuten
ant Hamilton Is the latest of a
long line of Georgia alumni to
die In the service of his country.
All sons of Georgia mourn
Lieutenant Hamilton, but those
who knew him closely-and Inti
mately feel a deep personal loss
at the death of a gallant, coura
geous youth who represented
the highest type of American
manhood. Ed Hamilton served
his alma mater on the athletic
Acids and he served with an un
selfish spirit. His was the spirit
which makes college sports
Tennyson, immortal poet of
the English race, long ago ex
pressed In undying words the
sorrow felt today by those who
knew and loved Ed Hamilton:
‘But, oh, for the touch of a van
And the sound of a voice that
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"When Spring comes ‘round
wIMi rustling shade
And apple blossoms till the air."
W HATEVER God there he
has turned up the groat
lamp In the heavens
which we on this earth, crawling
like ants, know as the sun. and
flowers are bursting forth In
their kaleidoscopic aurora of
color. Before long radios will
he moved out on chapter house
porches, boy and girl will walk
arm in arm along the bridal
path on Ag hill, and lazy days
will be here again.
Spring has sprung!
In some back room of a chap
ter house or dormitory some
body is washing the dust from
bottles and a crock of liquid is
bubbling and frothing In a
closet. Soon tables will be
moved out on lawns, books will
be pushed aside, and college
youth will sit under the "rust
ling shnde” of some tree and
sip glasses of cool creamy stuff,
talking about—calculus? meta-
morphasls? $3 auto tags?
When all of outdoors awakens
from the lethargic hibernation
of winter the most conscientious
student, the most knowledge
thirsty scholar, the most zealous
“grind," even, finds it difficult
to keep the nose to the revolv
Yet the ambitious, with eyes
ever set toward the distant fu
ture, will subdue the burning
deatre to "sprawl len’thwtse on
the grass where the shadders
thick and soft" are. with "the
whole sky overhead and the
whole alrth underneath."
For "to reign is worth ambi
But bear gently on our labor
ing souls, professors. Whatever
God there be has turned up the
great lamp In the heavens which
we call the son.
Spring has sprung!
T IE old demon, rum, accounts
for our two best stories of the
week. Here they are:
Ex-editor A1 Smith met one of
the Alpha Commercial brothers mak
ing his tipsy way down Clayton
street Saturday night. A large glass
vessel, wrapped In brown paper, was
tucked under his arm.
"Don’t show that around here;
there's a cop on the corner,” Smith
admonished, as the young fellow be
gan unwrapping his package.
"O, thash awright; look!”
It was a large gold-fish bowl, of
the ten-cent store variety, with one
lone specimen making his dreary
way around the glass enclosure.
"You know, a gold fish can’t ever
have any private life, with kibitzers
looking at him all the time. Tak,
And, if reports are correct, our
hero made his unsteady way all over
the campus, including Costa's and
Lucy Cobb, giving free lectures on
the sad plight of the gold flsh.
The other tale is on “Marty Bull,"
of The Red and Black staff. Satur
day night, this young journalist was
noticed with his shoe-strings tied
double. Asked why, he replied:
"Professor Drewry says that if a
man walks fast, he is intelligent;
hence I walk fast. I tie my shoe
strings double, so I won't run out
of my shoes."
News of the week:
Stanton works up a Martin-Stan-
ton romance prior to beginning the
study of journalism in the Martin-
Drewry school for newspapermen.
Love and studies don’t agree.
Ask Pharney and Rhodes. Both
flunk two subjects following intense
courtship, and are prohibited from
dates. Rhodes gets smart and takes
Journalism 40, and sits next to her
Waddell mourns as Neal, taking
up where Connally left off. rides
Spier dreams of Cundy but John
son and Hodgson provide too much
Senorita Solana leaves school, but
Red and Black's Park still finds him
self at Lucy Cobb, devoting atten
tions to Slaton, Solana’s room-mate.
They’ll be at Costa's today.
Psychologist Harrell still likes
Jeannle Gulley keeps the Sigma
Chis fighting among themselves, with
Hill, Patterson, and Kornegay lead
ing the race.
High school senior courts the
Angel of Soule, Allen.
If you will look around in Costa's
today, you will also more than likely
see WInecoff and Durden holding
hands in their regular booth.
Managing Editor Williams sttll
finds time off from his editorial du
ties to travel- out Morrow way once
in a while.
Dowse Bradwell embarrasses Ruth
House with an unmentionable gift,
which was inadvertently opened at
the dinner table.
By Tom Ham
L O AND BEHOLD: Or better still,
"po-lo and behold” .... as
Georgia’s Four Maileteers gal
lop through Florida for two straight
wins .... do we need glasses, or is
that cute salesgirl in Kress’a chest
ing a Chi Psi insig? .... this col
umn scooped H. I. Phillips, Vincent
Lopez’s gag man, and the Marx
brothers on the scrip poker gag ....
our orchids .... Jack Morris and
his inevitable white shoes . . . .
what campus lover leaDeJ into the
country club lake last week with his
clothes on, suh? .... and won five
toad pelts (the bet) from his O and
0 . . . . and give ear, guys and gals,
the University band is going eques
trian .... we can’t look!
• • •
New Invention Announced
Commodore Corncob, a dear old
friend of yours affectionately, has
solved the situation! Upon learning
that the Georgia brass band was con
templating the cavalry act, the dear
old man immediately ordered two
hamburgers from the hardware store
and disappeared into his laboratory.
For hours he worked—then he
emerged with the above invention.
"It looks like a polo mallet,” ex
plained the commodore, “but pshaw,
perish the thought! In reality it is
a combination piccolo, jews harp, and
pipe organ. It is easy to handle
and can be carried on any horse.
It’s only drawback,” he chuckled,
"is that there is no way to play it.”
When asked for a statement for
the press, Commodore Corncob mere
ly smiled in his quaint way and said,
“Don’t folks have fun?”
• • •
"In a battle of tongues a woman
can seldom hold her own.”
• • •
Highway sign out of Thomasville:
Next to home the best place to
Next to the Post Office.”
Your correspondent has tried it
at home, but the post office is a new
one on us.
• • •
"Why Gas is 21c"
Little Dick Russell "6c.
The big boss 6c.
V. G. Thurston 2c.
Sign out of Albany: “Stop at
Ducky-Wucky.” (Well, at “lovey-
• • •
Hell hath no fury like a woman
• • •
We heard one this week (anyway
we'll say we did) of a lad who sent
an urgent message home for the
fond parents to send money imme
diately. The next morning the dear
people wired him 50 bucks "collect.”
Little drops of potash
Little grains of maize
Make the merry stewed-ents
Enjoy their college daze.
• • •
“Im just CUH-RAZY about basball.”
• • •
Let’s play post office! '