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rr ccnAY. IAN. 16, 1945
West Georgia’s Resolutions —
Or Is It Revolutions?
BY BOBBIE STEPP
Do tell! West Georgia is setting
out on a new foot with oodles of new
resolutions that we all might benefit
by. When we hear a person like
Maxene Harris say he’s resolved to
be a good boy, we see that resolutions
aren’t good for anything but to
break, tho.
Jimmie Poarch is determined to
start each day right with a wide-awake
breakfast. Her roommate, Mary, says
she’ll just put ditto marks under last
year’s resolutions. Practical Waldrop
insists that she’ll still search for her
ambition throughout the year.
Flash! Sadie’s gonna’ do her best
to give us all a letter a day. Betty
and Dixie want to help in the mail
shortage too ’cause they have said
"More letters to the Army!”
Martha Free hopes to. live up to
the standards of a good fifth grade
teacher. Bobbie and Evelyn have pro
mised each other to stay in their
own closet during quiet hour from
now on.
Louise, Lottie, Frances and Virgi
nia are eating an onion a day to re
duce, realizing ,too, that "It’ll keep
everybody away.” Charlotte Siegler
and Doris McKinney have solemnly
declared to keep, the closet door clos
ed while their Bonnie Jeanne just
wants to keep up with Dr. Roberts in
current events.
Helen Dobbs agrees with Potts that
they should leave the heat be and
stay away from leaking radiators.
Martha Brown wants to learn a cer
tain trade better. (They led us to be
lieve we were not s’pose to under
stand) .
Judy’ll be in bed on time from now
on but her roommate may burn mid
night oil since Becky resolves to study
to pass.
Pat, why are you so anxious to
learn to cook and keep house? And
Jack, why do you think you need
more study? And you, Martha Perry!
A is all everybody can make here.
Eljein’s putting her foot down on
talking about people. Gilda feels bad
bout the way she’s treated her
roomie” but straight from Hard
man—"l’ll do better.”
Mason doesn’t have to worry as
much as Moss because she’s determin
ed to pass Biology 101, while he feels
he’s got to pass three courses in one
quarter.
Grace, Louise and Meryl knew
better than to make any. Ruby can t
help but made a good teacher at
Sand Hill, from the start she’s made.
Nelle’s one concern for ’45 is to get
her husband home away from those
Italian beauties. Hollingsworth, we re
all backing you when you say you
must get those practice teachers to
their respective classrooms safely
every morning. (Here’s to the bus
and the driver!)
Jean Hobbs is going to wear her
wings every day. (We’ll see). Vivian
Hall will continue to add to her
collection of 757 pennies. Every
one take notice as to whether Tillery
and Garner stick to "not being the
last ones out of the dining hall very
day.
Brooks believes now that she can
stay here without going home more
than once a week. Phyllis remarked
that she just must not ever again
push her teddy bear out of the bed.
Wouldn’t we all do better if we
with Ely said ‘'Study harder and
eat less?” Jessie’s going to try be
ing a one man’s woman awhile.
Geneva doesn’t think it seems nice
to be campused and so swears off it
and Styles has decided to keep her
head out of the window after 12:00.
Johnson thinks he should stop
arguing with Pat and maybe study
ing Spanish would help in other re
spects, he thinks further.
Wilson is paying special attention
to emptyftig the waste basket daily.
Doris Montgomery plans to leave
paratrooper in the clouds alone for
awhile to see if her shorthand bene
fits by it. The three occupants of
Adamson 213 do hereby resolve to
keep their shirts on when the light
starts blinking next time, too.
Cadenhead feels it better for the
teacher and him as well if he’s on
time for class and being little in
status but not in heart, he wants
everybody to get mail. (Don’t forget
the feature editor, please!)
West Georgia’s Own
Private Hit Parade
"There Goes That Song Again”
is a sort that puts you all dreamy in
a hurry and just the title has been
sighed, hummed, pointed at and re
peated time and again when love
sick West Georgia belles refer to their
favorites such as "Blue Rain,” "To
gether,” "Always,” and "I’ll Walk
Alone” that they hear every Saturday
night in the gym. "Time Was” when
Sinatra sang songs like "Making Be
lieve” just to the girls at West Geor
gia, too, but Tibbett will have to
catch on, so keep your chins up,
girls, with "Do You Believe in Lov
ing, Honey?” and "John Jacob
Jingle Aemoh Smith” along with "I
Want to be Just Like the Girl that
Married” (that’s the whole song as
well as the title).
Has anybody noticed that when the
bus gets almost back to the college
from any "jaunt,” the gang’s all hep
for singing "Show Me the Way to
go Home?” A certain group of prac
tice teachers are heard on the bus,
daily entertaining themselves with
"Why Can’t My Goose Lay as Well
as Thy Goose?” and "I’ve Got Six
Pense.”
Wouldn’t we be willing to have
Christmas more than once a year to
hear our male ensemble sing "Log
On the Fire?”
"Don’t Fence Me In” has gained
more than one meaning here on the
campus, but with all our song, fun
and frolic, it’s a "Merry Life” we
lead.
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UTTERLY WACKY?
The Corny Corn Club gave a bril
lian informal dance. Only the people
who danced fast and furious were al
lowed. The ladies wore 18th century
clothes and the men wore bathing
suits. Vegetable soup was served
punch style with Lady Baltimore
cake.
Mrs. Rockingbottom received a
broken leg due to the thoughtlessness
of Mr. Stinkbottom in not removing
the spurs from his boots. Thanks to
the quick thinking of Mr. Vanside,
she was rushed to the hospital before
she died. Other than this thrilling
climatic moment the dance was con
sidered a flop by those who attended.
(Including yours truly).
—Georgia Peacock.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
BIOLOGY ! !
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
—Anonymous.
Receipt For A
Happy Year
Take twelve fine, full - grown
months, see that these are thoroughly
free from all old memQries of bitter
ness, rancor, hate, and jealousy;
cleanse these completely from every
clinging spite; pick off all specks of
pettiness an<i bitterness; in short, see
that these months are freed from all
the past —have them as fresh and
clean as when they first came from
the great storehouse of Time.
Cut these months into thirty or
thirty-one equal parts. This batch will
keep for just one year. Do not at
tempt to make up the whole batch at
one itme (so many people spoil the
entire lot this way), but prepare one
day at a time, as follows:
Into each day put twelve parts of
faith, eleven of patience, ten of cour
age, nine of work, (some people omit
this ingredient and so spoil the plan
of the rest), eight of hope, seven of
fidelity, six of liberality, five of kind
ness, four of rest (leaving this out is
like having the oil out of the salad
don’t do it), three of prayer, two of
meditation, and one well selected reso
lution. If you have no conscientious
scruples put in about a teaspoonful
of good spirits, a dash of fun, a
pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play,
and a heaping cupful of good humor.
Pour into the whole love adlibitum
and mix with a vim. Cook thoroughly
in a fervent heat, garnish with a few
smiles and a spray of joy; then serve
with quietness, unselfishness, and
cheerfulness —and a happy year is a
certainty.
Book Review
A. J. Cronin, author of "The
Citadel” and "The Keys of the
Kingdom” has scored again with his
"The Green Years” published in No
vember, 1944 by Little, Brown and
Company.
Robert Shannon, left orphan at
eight years of age, is thrust into the
daily routine of his maternal grand
parents. His relations with his great
grandfather, grandparents, aunt, two
uncles, childhood friend, an Italian
family, and a school teacher gives
coldness as well as warmth to him as
he works for the one goal in his life.
Cronin has added new life and
color to the field of modern novels.
Unlike the usual run of present day
novels, it is a trus moral study of a
child to manhood.
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Sympathy
The students and faculty express
their deepest sympathy to Mrs. Bill
Copeland, the former Miss Mary Con
ner, for the recent death of her father,
Mr. J. E. Conner, of Carrollton, and
also to Dr. James A. Doubles whose
father, Mr. James A. Doubles, Sr.,
died during the Christmas holidays.
A BRIEF TRAVELOGUE
THROUGH ROMANTIC
MELSON MANOR
Melson Manor is one of many dif
ferent nationalities and personalities.
Beginning on the north wing, the
igloo section, we catch a blurred view
of a shy, roly-poly figure dressed in
walrus skins. Upon approach we
recognize the great Hugh Moss ac
companied by his semifrozen room
mate, Shoo-e-ging-wa (Eskimo for
Jimmy Nally). These two have recent
ly approached Dean Gunn in quest
of warmer sleeping quarters.
From the doorway of next tiny
ice house —lo and behold—our ear
drums are halved by the raucous
shriek of a trumpet on the war-path.
Taking a hasty glance through the
window we see Earl Yates, his faoc
crimson and his vocal cords taunt
from the strain of trumpeting on the
trumpet.
Ah! Sunshine! Ole Sol is really
bearing down. The climate here in
the western portion of Melson Manor
is decidedly hot! And who wonders?
For here resides Joyner, Johnson,
Dempsey and Murphy.
Great fellows all —but —all play
and no work make Joyner, Johnson,
Dempsey and Murphy dull boys.
Joyner, the shy one of the group, is
of the intellectual type, very serious
about all things and not one bit sar
castic. Oh, no!!
Now we come to Johnson. Now we
leave Johnson.
Dempsey (no relation to the prize
fighter, although his physique re
sembles that of the more famous
Jack) is quite a guy in many ways.
Just inquire down around Mande
ville. Ask a girl who has one of the
most common names in the world. No,
not Jones. Birds with beautiful feath
ers also may be able to give informa
tion on this character. Peacocks for
instance.
Last but not least in the west wing,
CarrollTheatre
“WILSON”
THURSDAY, JAN. 18th
PLAYHOUSE
The National Barn
Dance
SUNDAY—MONDAY
January 21-22
is the illustrious president of the
freshman class, the honorable?? Har
old Murphy, Esquire, who besides be
ing the richest boy in Felton is the
only boy in that great little ciy.
What have we here? Mt. Everest?
No, just the stairs leading to Heaven.
Ah! Ha! Murphy Banks and Oliver
Lindsey are at the gates strumming
their harps and polishing their halos.
We all remember dear little "Vita
min” Banks, the fellow who made
"The Weiner Man” famous.
And Oliver, good old Oliver, the
man with the canary-bird voice and
the mocking-bird legs. Tis no wonder
that from that mouth could pour
forth beautiful music.
What’s happening now? We’re fall
ing; falling down into the pits of
oblivion where one remembers no
more. .
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Offcers Elected
Waldo Jones was elected president
of Melson Hall at the regular house
meeting last week. Ed Lilly was elect
ed vice-president; Rudolph Murphy,
secretary; Harold Murphy, secretary;
Harold Murphy, treasurer. These of
ficials will serve during the coming
quarter.
V
MISS COED
My every walking hour
Is spent in thoughts of you:
From dawn to dusk, Jan. to Dec.
There’s nothing else I do.
But strangely I’ve discovered
A thing I never knew:
That and night, year in, year out,
You also think of you.
—Anonymous.
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