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February 2, 1945
SMOOTH
AYIN’S
There is an all-time record this
year of the number of students not
falling in love. Love bugs must be
very scarce in this section of the
state. For my sake, please, oh please,
won’t somebody get a few smuggled
in. This column is degrading itself
not having any real dirty dirt for the
dirt-loving readers.
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Dempsey and Johnson seem to be
trying to convert W.G.C. into one of
those much discussed "colonies”.
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Trent, it was Emily, then Sara Nell,
Carolyn, and goodness me another
one now. Evelyn how can you stand
for it?
********
McWhorter may not have made
"Who’s Who for ’45” but he was in
the top ten for "What’s This”.
********
May I repeat "Don’t be fussey
Bussey.” Gertie can be a Wright!!
********
Overheard some of the boys say
ing, "Is the telephone anew inven
tion for Heath? He seems to be utter
ly facinated by it.”
********
Mason, don’t commit me for ask
ing how many different committees
you are on.
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One new romance has flowered.
The W. Jones and D. Burton affair.
Thanks to the typing classes for
their cooperation in helping with the
"West Georgian.”
Take it from me W.G.C. dances
are fun. Some of our home lovers
should try one sometimes. Not a
hint by any means.
********
Gordon, what’s the low down on
Carl? Long time no hear.
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Stepp got it from Ralph for the
third finger left hand.
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Cadenhead still sits comfortably
with Davenport.
Welcome to our Miss Florida Sun
Tan—Snookie Sheppherd!
Saidee has had a birthday. Yep,
she’s joined the ranks of the eighteen
year olds.
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What’s cooking Broadrick and
Clarice, or should I ask who’s cook
ing?
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Gladys, what was "in note” you
sent Van? Huh!i
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"Pottsie” wuz’ burned, but "Pottsie
is well now.
********
Speaking of love bugs—it seems
they have concentrated on Truett
and Louise.
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And with a cheery "Keep ’em smil
ing”, we’ll close for now.
WELCOME
WEST GA. STUDENTS
Bonner Stores
THE LIFE OF
JOE COLLEGE
(By Ed. Johnson)
To begin with, Joe had to graduate
from high school, which he did in
late May or early June. Joe, who is
a sentimental sort of a guy anyway,
shed many a bitter tear over leaving
his dear old Alma Mater.
Well, Joe decides on futhering his
education by going to college. His
father wonders why, his mother won
der why and worst of all, Joe wonders
why.
But to college goes Joe.
They always say that the first
month is the hardest; but poor old
Joe says—quote "If some Divine
Guide will see me through this first
day, I’ll be willing to die a bachelor,”
unquote.
You stand in line for hours on end
waiting to get your first peep at the
Dean’s Office, and if you’re lucky,
your last.
O. K. you check your schedule. My,
My, you came out light—only 17
conflicts and have exactly 2 1/3 min
utes to straighten them out.
Ail right—all set now —but wait—
as if under an anesthetic, you hear
your self moaning, "I can’t get Phys.
Ed. in.”
You finally get settled down and
everything seems to be going fine.
That’s when the fun starts.
All the sophs are so nice to you, so
sweet and considerate; even going so
far as to let you shine their shoes,
make their beds and brush their teeth.
One harsh dictator from the north
wing even insists that you manicure
his toenails since he plans to wear
sandals for the tennis matches.
Now let’s get back to Joe, our hero.
Joe has now been in college for sev
eral quarters and even has two quali-
ty points.
He still has his troubles though for
example he met something that took
his breath away. Adams’ Clove Gum?
Not by a long shot. The something
is a cute little trick with beautiful
blue eyes and dark-brown hair.
Joe falls hook, line and sinker
right there on the spot.
He decides to take immediate action
so he puts on his best smile and sidles
up to her, crab fashion. He uses
either one of three lines. If he is a
home loving chap he invariably says,
"You look just like my sister.” If Joe
has travelled a lot he has no other
alternative than to say, "Haven’t I
seen you somewhere before?”, or Joe
could be a wolf and brashly yell out
"Hi ya babe! What’s cookin?”
Now comes the time for Joe to
graduate.
He stands before the President of
the Institution to receive his diploma.
He takes it with trembling hand and
almost immediately his iron nerve and
steel will break down and Joe begins
to cry.
He covers his body with sack-cloth,
douses his head in ashes and asks,
"Why was I ever born?” Some of his
teachers probably wondered the same
thing.
But Joe now has a good back
ground for a swell job and a chance
to take unto his own that cute little
trick, with the beautiful blue eyes and
dark brown hair.
Joe does just this, and if he is a
right sort of a guy and on the ball,
can live as in so many other fables —
happily ever after. (If he rates a 4-F
classification.)
A censor is a fellow who is al
ways sticking his no’s into other peo
ples business.
—The Scribbler
THE WEST GEORGIAN
PLEASE PASS
THOSE GREENS
Austin, Tex.— (ACP) —Don’t
pass those turnip greens the next
time you’re out shopping for din
ner. For, says Dr. Jet Winters, Uni
iversity of Texas home ecconomics
professor and chairman of the
State Nutritional Council, greens
supply a generous amount of cal
cium to the diet.
A half cup of cooked greens
will supply about one-third of the
daily adult allowance in calcium,
Dr. Winters says, and this calcium
is easily used by the body.
Just so you will know the an
swer when Junior pins you down
about the nutritional value of the
turnip green, they do all these
things: build sturdy bones and
teeth, keep red blood cells up to
normal with their iron, keep the
lining and covering cells of the
body in good condition, aid in nor
mal vision, and build up resistence
by supplying vitamin A, assure all
around good health by providing
riboflavin, and, if they are not
over-cooked, help in building body
tissue by supplying vitamin C.
Pass the greens!
Ride ’Em, Cowboy!
Can an honest West Georgian say
he’s never been to a Saturday hoss
opera? Did it scare you when the
lights went out like it does the little
boy who always spills his popcorn at
the first gun shot and then bemoans
and "beyells” the fact throughout the
thrilling, exciting, spine tingling, hair
raising picture so that one wishes he
had 30c worth of popcorn to throw
at him, rather than 30c worth of
"shoot ’em up bang bang” on his
nerves.
It must be just luck that Roy Rog
ers always does the shooting and never
gets shot and doesn’t it just scare you
to death when some burley fellow
sticks a gun in his ribs, making you
believe that that guy doesn’t know at
what loss ’twould be if he should for
get and really shoot our Roy?
Boys, remember when your girls
went ga-ga over Sinatra? To avoid
such happenings to you again, you’d
beter dodge that "Cowboy from Lone
some River” coming to us in the excit
ing personality of Charles Starrett,
’cause it’s just the way he weilds a
gun. And after seeing him, all are
willing to respond to "Have you ever
seen a horse fly” with a hearty "yes ”
Don "Red” Barry is a thriller on
double duty and we just always get
excited with cause, when we see him.
With Smiley Burnette, we say, "Got
ta go now”—see you at Saturday’s
hoss opera!
X-changes
A little boy was left by his mother
to take care of his baby sister all one
afternoon. When the mother returned,
little sister was srying aloud and gave
evidence of being very fretful. "Why,
Johnny, why didn’t you rock the
baby?” the mother quired. Johnny
answered, "I wanted to, but I could
n’t find a rock.”
The Gamilacad
*****
Jones: "Where’s the stationery,
please?”
Clerk: "Are you a guest of this ho
tel?”
Jones: "Certainly not, I’m paying ten
dollars a day.”
—Boys’ High Tattler
No Leisure Time?
Ladies of Leisure? Young men with
time on their hands? Who? Where?
Such beings are a past tense at West
Georgia. Next time the bus starts out,
pay special attention to the "fullness
therein” and when it returns, the end*
less line of impatients, each of which
dreams of the day he’ll be the first
off the bus into the house register,
rather than the last.
"Let’s go to town” has been met
with "Gotta’ play ball” so much late
ly that the "Carrolltonians” must sure
ly believe there’s a blown up bridge
'tween their fair city and our Genola
Tech. Not just the intramurals in
basketball, but cause enough for hair
pull, is being on more than a half
dozen stunt committees, knowing the
stunts are to be ready by February
16th, and yet there hasn’t been
one of these rush-loving souls who
didn’t accept the responsibility and
wonder just what he could do in case
he had a spare minute.
Have you ever heard anything like
"Where’s my soap?” Roommate, I’m
using your shower cap ’cause mine’s
vamoosed? Oh man! Is this water cold?
I’m Nehi! (singin’ in the shower).
"Oh dear, just what did I do with my
blue plaid shirt? Won’t somebody
please call Acrce to see what time he’s
going to town with the laundry? I do
hope the bus’ll come back before
5:00, because I gotta’ see the decor
ation committee sometime this after
noon. Ops! Broke a tooth out of
that comb again. Oh boys, that’s
where my money goes! Hope I don’t
go to sleep before I finish rolling my
hair tonight because "drool” has been
my middle name this week! I believe
I hear—yep, it is! The bus! Won’t
you please sign me out to town?
Thank you just oodles. Sure, I’ll mail
'em for you. And if I can’t get red,
will blue do?” —all in about 15 min
utes flat? If you haven’t learned be
fore, Miss West Georgia is making
her debut to you.
Let me put you straight, here,
where studying is concerned. By no
means has it taken a back seat, be
cause if you haven’t already heard,
you are about to hear of the fair
maiden who was so deeply engrossed
in getting the connection between
cerebrum, cerebellum, and medulla
oblongata that 11:00 o’clock sneaked
up on her and when she found her
self in the dark, the only bright thing
to do was to go tripping downstairs
and ask Miss Ward for anew bulb
since her’s was on the blink.
Invitation for survival is the very
thought of that delightful formal
which will bring an end to a harum
scarum week. Rush one! Rush all! No
grass growin’ under our feet!
V
Dr. Doubles: (in Biology II) Name
some kind of oak trees.”
Class: "Water, Live, White—”
Saidee: "Poison oak.”
—The High Light
*****
Professor to class: How is diges
tion carried on?”
Bright Student: "By the aid of acro
batic juices.”
—Boys’ High Tattler
*****
A censor is a fellow who always
sticking his no’s into other people’s
business.
—The Scribbler
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FEMALE FOIBLES
Females are fun. But full of foi
bles. It’s all a guy can do to keep his
head, his balance and his temper.
You think you have a girl figured
out, when she launches something
you hadn’t thought of. A woman can
dazzle you, puncture poise and plans
and stetch your good humor till it
snaps. One minute she’s smoothing
you smooth and the next she’s fiffling
your hair. They’re—Possesive, Pure
ly Personal, Preferable Permanent,
Perverse, and Positively Perplexing.
—Elizabeth 'Woodward’s "Sub-Debs”
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