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1 ! JESDAY, NOV., 27, 1945
Saturday Morning Duties"
Of The Typical Co-Ed
Friday night you go to bed
saying to yourself, "In the morn
ing I can sleep late.”
As usual when you can sleep
late you wake up at the same old
time ready to get up. But you
just lie there thinking what you
have to do this morning besides
washing, ironing, pressing, wash
ing your hair, writing some let
ters and studying. Too, you must
get your room ready for a more
rigid inspection, as this is Satur
day.
Breakfast being at eight on
Saturday, you jump out of bed
at five minutes until eight, sling
ing this way and that, getting
dressed and down to the dining
hall just as the doors open.
After breakfast you decide that
for once you are going to do ev
erything you planned to do on
Saturday morning. Everything
starts off fairly well as you dive
into your washing; you have ev
erything washed but not rinsed
when you suddenly remember
you forgot to go to the post of
fice.- You dash over to the post
office and really get that letter
you wanted. Stopping at least
five people on your way back,
you tell one you got the letter;
with another you start discussing
biology; with another English;
with the other one when you are
going home again. Suddenly re
membering, "Oh, my washing,”
off you run. Going to the wash
room, you find somebody has the
tubs, so you’ll have to wait.
You think, "Well, I can do all
my pressing while waiting for
the tubs.” As you get about half
through pressing you see you can
use the tubs. You actually get
through washing this time.
Someone comes in and says,
"Lets go over to the store.”
"Oh, no, I have too much to
do.”
"Oh, come on, we won’t be
gone long.”
"Oh, well, all right, but I have
too much to do to be gone long.”
After getting to the store, you
get into a very interesting conver
sation about someone’s boy
friend. You happen to think
your room hasn’t been cleaned.
After about the third try you get
on your way back to clean your
room.
and the sweeping done, you can’t
find a mop. "Just as well dust
while waiting.” The girl across
the hall has a mop at least and
Upon getting your bed made
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you ask for it when she gets
through. Finally the room gets
in order. No, it isn’t either; there
are some drawers cracked and
you rush over to close them as
the House Mother knocks on the
door for inspection and you just
did make it.
It is now time for lunch and all
that work you had planned isn’t
done; it means you will have to
stay home from town Saturday
afternoon to wash your hair,
iron, write letters, and study.
Life In “A” Barracks
Or Who Has The
Frigidaire?
Last month a trip into the Wil
derness of "B” Barracks proved
to be quite an experience. In this
issue we are to visit the thriving
metropolis of Speerland or the
home of a thousands perils call
ed "A” Barracks.
As we enter, we are amazed to
see the large rooms which house
the genuises of West Gorgia. Ah!
What’s this, a four alarm fire
with Chief Sherman Lindsay
leading the group of brave fire
men to a large blaze in the room
of "Baggy” McLaney. By the
time we arrive, the fire is com
pletely out and the room is a
complete loss. Three holes were
chopped in the wall to save Spot
Gammon from cremation. We
can tell by this action that the citi
zens of A Barracks are aware of
the dangers of their environment.
Now let us visit the room of J.
Howard Gillard. This fair home
of the Gillard and Culp families
lies two doors from the end of
the hall. The room is gayly dec
orated with traditional red and
black of the Cedartown High
School, which both gentlemen
uphold to the highest level. Only
one word of fault with their
Alma Mater and you must face
John L. Gillard (son of Mr. Gil
lard) the champion bareknuckle
fighter of "A” Barracks. Besides
the pennants, stop signs, books,
and magazines, which lie scatter
ed over the room, a very few
Varga girls from the education
book "Esquire” are pinned deli
cately to the wall. As we enter,
we see the proprietor of the es
tablishment, J. Howard Gillard
is seated at his desk reading his
favorite book, "How to Attract
Women in Ten Easy Lessons.”
He raises his head gently and po
litely growls, "Well, what do you
want?” After we explain our
visit we are briskly given 15 sec
onds in which to depart. We
gladly oblige and as we leave our
thoughts turn once again to the
fair surroundings of "A” Bar
racks and when we are comfort
ably in bed we cannot help think
ing of how much life is enjoyed
in "A” Baracks. We begin to
doze off into Slumberland when
the sound of a booming voice
goes up the hall. It is Mr. Speer
calling a house meeting and the
reason, well, he wants to tell us
all good night. Oh well, such is
life in "A” Barracks.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
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Seven o’clock and the Library
is suddenly flooded with light.
Students stream in bringing "vol
umes and volumes" of notes.
They scatter throughout the li
brary and choose from shelves
the books which they think
will best answer their "whys” and
"whats”. Or maybe someone pre
fers to sit at the table over in the
corner and, with his notes spread
before him, go over Dr. Doubles’
lecture so well that he could de
liver it himself.
The expression of wonder on
the faces of some of the students
prove without a doubt that the
reference books of West Georgia
College are truly educational.
While most people come to the
Library for the purpose of study
ing there are a few who haven’t
learned that this place of concen
tration isn’t the place to gossip
to "Friend Mary” about the "aw
ful thing that two heard Helen
say” and cause Miss Weaver to
have to give them an authorita
tive look of warning which is
meant to stop even the brighest
remark in mid-air.
The daily paper receives its go
ing over every night. Passed from
person to person, it performs its
duty whether it be to inform Ed
of just what Governor Arnall
said about the strikes or to let
Marion know "what happened to
Captain Easy”.
Across from the newspaper
stand and center table, Jack sits
thumbing through magazines,
hunting for something, he does
n’t quite know what.
Jane is back in the stacks try
ing to decide which, "The Year
ling” by Rawlings or James Bar
rie’s "Little Minister” would be
the easier to report on as an Eng
lish assignment.
Barbara, the assistant librarian,
is accepting pennies and trying to
keep straight who paid their ov
erdue fees. Relaxation takes place
over in the right corner at one
table. An evidently brilliant girl
is having time to enjoy a maga
zine story, and it isn’t an assign
ment.
Betty Allen has charge of house
vespers next week and she is
looking for something appropri
ate. She has found it, smart child.
John is really studying those
maps over there. They are of
post-war Europe. If he were to
be asked the reason for his in
tense interest in such matter, he
would probably answer, "Just
wanted to see them.” There must
be a few intellectuals around af
ter all.
Despite the fact that different
purposes have brought these peo
ple to the Library, they have one
thing in common, a respect for
the rights of others, a quality
essential for true concentration.
The Library is indeed the ref
uge and stand-by for everyone
concerned, students and faculty
alike.
HAVE YOU BOUGHT YOUR
VICTORY BOND?
Students Receive Reward For
Corraling Dangerous Marsupial
Get out your gun, all your
dogs, we’re off to an opossum
hunt. Leading the clan of hunts
men is John (Frank Buck) Bish
op and Frank (Wooly) Ezzell.
This is not their first experience
with this tricky animal. There is
a story on them which goes some
thing like this:
On a dark night in early No
vember, John and Frank were
journeying to the Log Cabin, for
a reason which I know not, when
a "large cat”, as John put it, ran
across the road in front of the
car. Hot on its trail came the
two huntsmen without arms or
light. In the excitement John ran
to Dean Gunns’ house for addi
tional aid, and while he was gone,
Mac, the night watchman, arriv-
Bus Service Deluxe
At 3:15 every day there is a
wild rush of West Georgia stu
dents from either the Academic
Building, the Rural Arts Build
ing and/or all of the dormitories.
A stranger on the campus
might stare in amazement to see
the "hurry-scurry”. If he asked,
"why the rush”, he would be
hastily informed, "It’s time for
one of the busses to leave Tor
town and we have gotta be on it.”
Yes, the busses furnish excellent
transportation for West Georgia
students. Also they save on the
old shoe leather.
Although we students attach
fancy names to these busses,
such as "the blitz buggy” or "the
tin box”, they have become a
most important part of our
school. Besides transporting cam
pus and town students to and
from the campus daily, they
furnish a means of transporta
tion to and from church on Sun
day.
Occasionally on Friday nights
these busses carry students to an
exciting football game in Carroll
ton. They transport our music
lovers to music concerts in At
lanta. In the Spring the choir
of West Georgia takes advantage
of this grand bus service to make
tours throughout the state.
The young men certainly ap
preciate our bus service since the
barracks are located "upon the
hill”. Every now and then you
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ed. The congregation began plot
ting the doom of the Cordate
animal. John threw a rock which
struck the oppossum squarely on
the nose. Frank jumped the ani
mal with lightning speed the sec
ond it touched the ground.
The capture of the opossum
set off a victory celebration un
paralleled in West Georgia’s his
tory, and Dean Gunn joined in
the fun.
Feeling gay, the two boys went
to town, where they found a man
who gladly exchanged the hand
some reward of two Pepsi-Colas
for the prize catch of the even
ing.
So now if you hear a noisy
crowd and see a large bonfire
you may rest assured that anoth
er opossum has been caught.
will see a Dagwood Bumstead
patron of the busses who barely
gets on the bus as it leaves for
the barracks. He just has to say
one more word to his special girl
friend and then it’s a: "bye, run,
hop, whew!” story.
Our bus drivers deserve a
word of praise. So it is hats off
to you Mr. Estes and Mr. Put
nam! We students appreciate
your courteous service.
Let’s keep our busses in the
best condition possible—remem
ber they do belong to us and be
sides it is a long mile from Ge
nola to the theatre.
Frank T. Thomasson
(hliing
PHONE 765
Compliments of
J. B. WARREN
Alabama Street
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