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WAKE-UP AMERICANS
(By Laura Waldrop)
The outlook on global affairs is indeed very
grave today. There are times when our hearts are
lifted because of some victory we have won. Again
we sink into despair because of so many great
losses. Perhaps it is best that we do not get too
optimistic. It seems that we strive to do more
when things look worst; whereas, when things are
running smoothly we slacken our efforts.
But is the average American citizen doing all
he possibly can to bring about an earlier victory
and to lighten the sufferings of our fighting men?
You may say that you’re doing your part —but is
that enough? Have you really sacrificed any
thing? We say that our parents buy war bonds
and we ourselves buy stamps and occasionally a
bond; but you seldom miss the money required to
buy those weapons of victory. We all looked for
ward to and dreamed of those trips to the beaches
and elsewhere, but we cancelled them because of
the gas shortage; yet it hasn’t hurt any of us. We
have even had to do without a few desserts be
cause there’s not as much sugar as there used to
be; but that hasn’t hurt us either. All in all is
there a one of us who has "given until it hurts”?
How many of us have deprived ourselves of a
milk shake and sandwich, or a picture show, and
bought a stamp? How many of us have taken out
our last year’s outfit and worn it and bought a
bond with that money instead of new clothes?
How many of us have stayed home during a vaca
tion for fear that we might knock a service man
out of a visit home if we make the trip? How
many of us (who are physically able) are giving
blood donations to the Red Cross every eight
weeks? Or were you afraid you might faint? Did
you ever think that friend or brother of yours
might be afraid when the command to "go over
the top” came? There’s a chance that he might
get shot. Yet he doesn’t let that thought change
his mind. He is making a great sacrifice for you.
Couldn’t you make a little sacrifice for him? It
might mean the difference between his return
home or the necessity of his making the supreme
sacrifice. How many of us set aside a few minutes
each day to earnestly pray for peace?
Our loved-ones may have to suffer because we
here at home, have fallen down on the job, be
cause we say in our minds that we’re doing our
part; but can we truthfully say in our hearts that
we’re doing everything that we possibly can?
Wake up America and let’s win the rest of this
war by sacrificing!-
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CdampuA
EARL YATES
Choir, Dramatics, Mu Zeta Alpha, V.R.A., Alumni
Council, W. Club.
Presenting the guy of the campus who makes the girls
swoon with his crooning, Charles Earl Yates, who was
born to Mr. and Mrs. Harmon Yates on March 6, 1927,
in our neighbor state of Tennessee.
From Memphis, the Yates moved to Atlanta and then
began a tour of the States, finally settling in New Jersey.
Then on to New York where they lived a block from
Eddie Cantor. Eddie got Earl an interview with the
National Broadcasting Company and our brown-eyed
little three year old boy sang over the radio for several
months, twice a week. He took a screen test and had a
minor part in a movie when his father died, therefore
never completing it. After that he moved to Bowdon
where he has lived ever since.
Yates began school at the age of five and graduated at
Bowdon High in 1943. All of this was mixed with a
lot of fun, including jam sessions. Dramatics and mu
sic were his main interests and he took a major part in
the band. }>
West Georgia is proud of her own "Frank Sinatra”.
He keeps the wheels rolling and is liked by all the stu
dents. However, Uncle Sam is contemplating taking
him away from us around June 6, but when he gets back
he plans to continue his education.
Earl likes good food, good entertainment, but most of
all he likes Betty Dyer, one of our treasured twins —a
brown-eyed, brown-ette. She’s cute and he s cute, and
they make a cute couple.
Here the friendliness and close cooperation of the
faculty and student rate highest with Yates. 'As I live
right up the road from W.G.C., I’ve always been inter
ested in it,” he said sincerely. "These two years just
couldn’t have been better.”
To sing in an orchestra or have one of his own is our
man’s ambition and he has what it takes to make that
ambition become a reality. We are pulling for you, Earl,
and here’s wishing you the best always.
The West Georgian
WEST GEORGIAN STAFF MEMBERS:
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Bobbie Cobb
ASSOCIATE EDITOR Evelyn Kidd
BUSINESS MANAGER Carolyn Chism
NEWS EDITOR Jean Hobbs
SPORTS Glenn Crowder and Van Joyner
FEATURE EDITOR* Bobbie Stepp
CIRCULATION MANAGER Carl Wolf
FACULTY ADVISOR Eunice Chute
REPORTERS: Louise Broadrick, Phil Astin, Jack Dempsey, Dixie
Grimsley, Ed Johnson, Kathryn Jordan, Van Joyner, Eddie Lilly,
Rachel McCrea, Oliver Lindsey, Margaret Martin, Jimmy Nally, Clar
ice Richards, Laura Waldrop, Martha Wilson, Carl Woolf, Hugh Moss.
Published Bi-Monthly by the Students of West Georgia College,
Genola, Georgia. Printed by Frank T. Thomasson,
Carrollton, Georgia
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' ALMA MATER-HAIL TO THEE”
Already gazing at West Georgia through sorrowing tears, it seems im
possible to express what one State college, composed of eight buildings has
meant to me.
Yes, it has been the culmination of all my childhood dreams for what
time I wasn’t pretending I was a red-headed, green-eyed reporter crashing a
beat, I was a college co-ed, complete with messy saddles and sloppy joes. This
is one time my dreams came true, for W.G.C. proved to be beyond my great
est expectations. And then when I was a high school junior and played the
part of a college "gal” in a dramatic production, I felt as though initiation
were already over.
Entering as a green freshman was the most fun of all (as any sophmore
will tell you) for then is the time you can anticipate, not look back on the
traditional college joys.
For instance, just look around the campus a minute is there
a house mother anywhere who is more of a real mother to her "flock” than
Miss Ward, dean of women? And where else could anyone give you such a
delightful birthday party with gifts presented from friends including a turtle
from Maggie Pearl Botts? What about the nights you sit pouring over a
Chemistry book listening to the patter of rain—and knowing you had better
have that "porkie-pie” rain hat ready to wear the next morning? Dormitory
vespers with every girl taking part —singing hymns together and the quick
pressing of a friend’s hand .... Sunday night sack suppers and a dash to
get the toaster ready .... Jitter-hugging with your roommate . . . shar
ing your joys and your sorrows with the girls next door .... jam sessions
with the strong aroma of coffee as well as toasting cheese singing
the Alma Mater in chapel . . . dashing down at the last minute in hope you
won’t get a late chapel slip .... milk shakes in the college store . . . the
couples strolling around the campus . . . choir concerts .... Miss Weav
er’s exhibits in the library .... hurrying constantly from one meeting to
another .... and loving all of it all the time.
And yet, these are just a few things that go to make up West Georgia—
that go to make up "the sweetest little place this side of heaven.” Nohing
can ever take the place of it.
The time draws "nigh” when we sophomores must say good-bye to what
we have held so dear, but all things must come to an end. Even that thought
does not lessen the hurt for there is always the knowledge that we can never
again be a real part, a real cog in this campus machine.
No matter where I go from here, no matter what I do from here on, the
warm and beloved memories of West Georgia will always be in my heart
"The shrine of our eternal love and youth will love forever in thy ways of
‘ rUth ‘‘ ‘ ‘ —THE EDITOR.
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FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT
FRIEND OF YOUTH
By Dr. L. E. Roberts
Young people in America and throughout the world lost a valued friend
and champion in the passing of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt on
April 14, 1945. His friendship for youth was expressed in his support of
legislation which provided work and educational opportunities in such or
ganizations as the Civilian Conservation Corps and the National Youth Ad
ministration. Futhermore, a vast majority of social and economic legislation
sponsored by the late President had as its ultimate goal the provision of bet
ter conditions in which the youth of the Nation could grow into adulthood.
Franklin D. Roosevelt won the love and respect of American youth to a
greater extent than has been the case with probably any other great leader in
modern times. His spirit was always young, his vision was focused on the
future, he was not afraid to tackle new problems, and pioneer in new fields.
He possessed none of the timidity and hesitancy often attributed to the older
members of society. He believed in change, in progress, in the ability of
mankind to create a better world. Such a world as he invisioned could be
built only by the vigorous, the courageous, and the manly.
In an undelivered address prepared in honor of Thomas Jefferson,
Franklin D. Roosevelt wrote what was to be his valedictory to his fellow
Americans. It was a fighting speech—a pronouncement to challenge the
vigorous spirit of youth. "But the mere conquest of our enemies, he wrote,
"is not enough, e Wmust go on to do all in ur power to conquer the doubt
and the fears, the ignorance and the greed, which made this horror possible.
The work—is peace, more than an end of this war, on end to the beginning
of all wars.”
It has been the young men and women who grew to adulthood during
the Roosevelt Era that have borne the brunt of fighting these great battles
against tyranny and injustice abroad. I will be hese young Americans which
must work and plan that the evil forces which cause poverty, and fear, and
war can be eradicated as peril to civilized men and decency be restored
among nations.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
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SADI EE SCOTT
V.R.A., Alumni Association Council, Club Editor of
"Chieftain,” Secretary and Treasurer of Dramatics Club,
Treasurer of Alpha Psi, Treasurer of Adamson Hall,
4-H Club, Zeta Sigma Pi.
Presenting a campus favorite, that wonderful "post
mistress,” Saidee Wesley Scott, who appeared on the
scene one freezing cold day, January 25, 1927. Hollin
ville, Georgia marks the birthplace of this cheerful girl
to her lucky parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Scott.
Saidee lived on a farm until she was four years old,
then moved to Senoia where we now find her home. We
students love that original wit, which she freely displays
and which began at the early age of three. She and her
father went into a store and bought some merchandise,
the clerk, on handing the package to them, said, "Come
back to see us.” Saidee, well-mannered, retorted, "Thank
you! Come to see us sometime.”
Our good-natured brunette received her diploma from
Senoia High. She was a member of the Beta Club and
paper staff. On the subject of men she teasingly said,
"Oh, in high school men were my least worry.” We
wonder??? In fact we know better! She also won a
medal for the girl with the best school spirit. Today she
still carries that same gleaming torch of love for her
Alma Mater here at "West”.
Scott likes friendly people who are not conceited nor
self-centered, her roommates, and last but best —the Ma
rines—with a young man from Senioa rating "tops”.
Her hobbies are dancing, writing letters, collecting odd
stationery, pictures, and post cards.
To be a dietitian is Saidee’s ambition, or mayoe a
cadet nurse or airline hostess wouldn’t be bad. However,
a Home Economics Degree also prepares you for the
blissful art of homemaking. That A-l man must be tall,
dark, and handsome, preferably a doctor or lawyer, not
too serious minded, and also should possess personality
plus.
Not enough can be said about this attractive blue-eyed
girl, because she is admired and loved by all. We believe
that Emerson’s line on friendship, "The only way to
have a friend is to be one” was put into practice by
Saidee before she graduated from the cradle, because
she’s my friend and your friend.
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CAROLYN CHISM
Vice President of Alpha Psi,Secretary of Zeta Sigma
Pi, Vice President of Mandeville Hall, V.R.A., Press
Forum, Citizenship Committee, Business Manager of
WEST GEORGIAN.
Presenting the midget of the campus, Carolyn Eliza
beth Chism, who first saw the faint streaks of dawn early
one Sunday morning, September 20, 1925. She was
born in Nashville, Georgia to Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Chism.
When only three months old, her family moved to Pel
ham —that fair little city way down next to the Florida
line.
Little Carolyn had almost every imaginable disease. In
fact the doctors of Pelham didn’t have to worry about
making a living at all. Maybe that’s what stunted her
growth. Yes, she’s little in statue, but not in personali
ty, fr ur petite blue-eyed "brownette” is loved by all
West Georgia students.
Incidentally ration coupons is not Chism’s first worry
along the shoe line. She’s always had a hard time find
ing the right size. My, but it must be wonderful not to
be embarassed by big feet. Just think, girls, only size 4.
While in Pelham High School, Carolyn was active in
the Tri-Hi-Y, Home Economics Club, and Paper Staff.
When a Freshman she was honored by a trip to Wash
ington with the Seniors. The young lady likes people,
sport clothes (thinks she’s too short for frills) and her
favorite foods are liver and chocolate cake. She is
averse to "sour” kraut, sour people, and sour anything-
The latter we can well understand, because our little
southern belle possesses a super sense of humor.
Carolyn’s ambition is to first get a degree in Home
Economics; maybe become a Georgia Power Home Dem
onstration Agent. She plans to continue her education
at the University. Of course the young man with blue
eyes, blond hair, and of "average size” will fit into the
picture somewhere along the line.
In the meantime we’ll say adieu to the daughter of t. e
Editor of Pelham Journal. She’s inherited that news
paper fever, because one could not ask for a better,
efficient business manager for the "West Georgian.
Chism, we think you are just downright CUTE.
May 22, 1945