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BEHAVE YOURSELF
By Edith Harrod
Behave yourself! How many times have you
heard these words? The chances are you grew
up with them ringing in your ears. Have you
stopped to think about what they really
mean? Behave yourself could men any number
of things because there is more than one type of
behavior. Probably what our mothers meant by
it and the most popular conception of it is to
behave yourself seemingly and in a fashion that
does not start tongues wagging.
As you know, one could act silly, conceited,
shy, or in as many ways as there are personali
ties and each would be called behavior. Per
haps all this about behavior seems out of place
in college. You might well say, "I am old
enough to know how to act or behave . Cer
tainly, but do you conduct yourself in a way that
is pleasant to others? Not just in talking too
loudly or running around at all hours of the
night, but in all your actions.
Now is the time when we are meeting new peo
ple and making new impressions. The way you
act now is going to affect you in the future more
than you realize because people will remember
you as you are now. Check up on yourself and
see if your present behavior speaks well of you!
Expansion of School
Store Urged
By Waldo Jones
West Georgia’s store has been inadequate to
accomodate the college personnel since the des
truction by fire of Aycock Hall where the store
was formerly located. In the store which is now
located in Adamson Hall many students find it
necessary to stand while eating their sandwiches
and what have you. The profits derived from the
store go to the school. The greater the store’s
volume of business, the greater will be the pro
fits for the school.
The college store carries many of the miscel
laneous items needed by college students and
thus avoids many trips to town and saves the
students many hours that may be devoted to
study. If the store were enlarged, a greater va
riety of goods could be carried and those that
are now carried could be secured in greater quan
tity.
An enlargement of the store would give em
ployment and valuable sales experience to still
more of our worthy students who find it neces
sary to supplement their school finances. More
and more of our town students are eating lunch
at the school store. The need for expanding our
college store is obvious.
Two little boys were bragging about the rela
tive accomplishments of their respective fathers.
Billy appeared to have an edge when he insisted,
"My father’s an Eagle, and Elk, a Moose and a
Lion.”
"Yeah?” responded the incredulous companion:
"How much does it cost to see him?
"See here Tommy,” said the teacher, "you
mustn’t say, "I ain’t going.” You must say, lam
not going; he is not going; they are not going;
we are not going.”
"Gee,” said Tommy, "ain’t nobody going?
The West Georgian
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AN AMERICAN TRAGEDY
By DR. JAMES A. DOUBLES
Every school child knows that America was not too long ago
a land of primeval forest and of vast areas of grassland. This
great land afforded her first white settlers tremendous resources
of soil, of forests, of waterpower, and of wild life. For three cen
turies generations of Americans have exploited these natural treas
ures, and the record of how these have dwindled and are dwind
ling is a mattr which should concern us all. To be sure, wanton
destruction has certainly not been the cause of any great part of
the loss of our renewable resources, but ignorance and inexper
ience of a rapidly growing, healthy young nation have contributed
in large measure.
It is a terrible fact that in the United States every year an
average of nearly two hundred thousand forest fires burn over
an acreage almost as large as the state of New Yprk. Ninety per
cent are started by hikers who carelessly throw away lighted ciga
rettes or leave campfires burning. Most of the forests of our
southland have been cut at least once, but in many parts of this
region which were never farmed new forests have grown. At this
time each year there is begun the custom of burning the woods to
clear plow land or to allow grass to grow in the spring, and this
practice accounts for forty percent of the forest fires in the South.
When one considers what a critical material wood was in
the war, that eight billion feet of lumber were used for boxing
and crating materials in one year, that one million feet a day were
used for the bodies of army trucks alone, one realizes that there
are today far fewer acres of trees than at any time in our history.
And the demand for lumber has not diminished since the war has
been concluded. The paper used in a single edition of a metro-,
politan newspaper is made from wood from dozens of acres of
trees. It is estimated that the number of new homes needed in
the United States is in the millions. Trees will play an important
part in their construction.
The effectiveness of trees in controlling disastrous floods has
at times doubtless been exaggerated, but when prolonged or hard
rains come forests prevent or lessen the loss of top soil, a loss
which in our own state has resulted in the making of thousands of
acres of land unfit for agriculture. Differences in landscapes that
are treeless and those that are forested certainly are discernable
by the seeing eye. The intangible values of the woods are beyond
description. There must, then, be fewer forest fires, and a sane
policy of reforestation and education in the principles of conser
vation must be adopted by our generation.
Said an excited citizen to a candidate: "I wouldn t vote for
you if you were the Angel Gabriel.”
To which the politician replied: "If I were the Angel Gabriel
you wouldn’t even be in my precinct.”
A stutterer bought a book that was guaranteed to cure stutter
ing. It t-t-taught me to s-s-ay 'Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled
peppers,” he mourned later, "B-but the t-t-trouble is, that expres
sion c-comes up so s-s-seldow in c-c-conversation!” —Selected.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
Campus Spotlight
Frances Elizabeth Winn
President of Alpha Psi, Vice President of B.S.
U., Officers Club, Zeta Sigma Pi, 4-H Club and
Dramatic .Club.
T’was the summer of ’27 and in Douglasville,
Ga., Mr. and Mrs. D. W. Winn beheld their
second and newest offspring, Frances, who later
became "Windy” or Francheta”. The next day,
the 4th of July, went over with a bang for Henry,
the older brother (whom we have just met) who
became acquainted right away with little sister
and immediately entangled with her fighting
spirit. In her earlier years, Frances said her main
trouble was teachers and she just couldn t seem
to get along with them at all because she loved
to talk.
In 1942, "Windy” won a state 4-H club contest
in interior paint demonstration. Her initiative
gave rise to even mixing the paint too! (Last year
she was Vice President of State 4-H counsel). In
’44 she went forth from Dallas High School and
entered West Georgia the following September.
Frances’ main interest is Home Ec’, which she
hopes to enter into her career too. If any of you
tall boys with brown hair and eyes, dark complex
ion, and a liking for sports, would like to share
this domesticity, you have the qualifications of her
ideal man (However, give her time to get through
Georgia).
Dislikes peculiar to our attractive spot-light are
pumpkin, asparagus, and snooty people.
"Francheta” favors the army at the present and
the light of her heart beams at Korea ’cause that’s
where "Celesy” (Selwyn) is. She likes, other
than the army, basketball, football, tennis, and
nearly any sport (including good looking men);
most foods, especially onions; chemistry; her
roommates, "Boydie” and Nelle; pictures; pen
nants; stamps; Youth Camps, bowling, smooth
music, pleasant personalities, 9:00 o’clock jam ses
sions with cokes and sandwiches —Hey! Wait a
minute, somebody else has gotta get in this col
umn. Good luck, smooth sailing, and happy land
ing, Frances!
Mary Kathryn Hackney
Secretary and Treasurer of Student Body, Pres
ident of Mandeville Hall, Secretary and Treasur
er of Officer’s Club, V.R.A., Choir, Vice Presi
dent of Democratic Youth Society, Secretary of
8.5. U., Chieftain Staff, and Alpha Psi.
’Twas still in the summer of ’27 and still in
July, when the 16th brought Mr. and Mrs. Hom
er Hackney of Dalton, Georgia, a lovely little
girl whom they decided to call Kathryn. Her
brother Marvin came first, and then two sisters
arrived later than she did. When Kathryn was
six weeks old she suggested to the family tnat
they move from Dalton out into the country; so
they did. She’s always had a knack for "lead
ing” people, beginning with that early sugges
tion. Marvin could "win out” over her in physi
cal strength, but she said Daddy always paddled
him well when he did. When her sister was born,
she cried because she’d have to give up her bed
and all her things for the new arrival. But know
ing of her present big heart, one would never
dream she might have been selfish even then, and
she really did "give up” a great deal when she
lost the top of her knee in a bicycle "scrape once.
"Oh! I like so MANY things;” she exclaimed,
"but mainly ice cream, raisins, people, West Geor
gia, and the country. I don’t like onions or wait
ing, though. And oh, brother! How I hate to get
up in the morning!”
In describing her dream man she said he was
still JUST a dream man. Here’s your cue, fel
lows: Got brown eyes? If not, you’re not for
Hackney. Tall, dark AND handsome? Then
that’s her line.
Kathryn’s desire is to be a Social Service work
er, and with her love for humanity she’s bound
to go places. And she’ll go with our best of goo
wishes and love.
Friday, January 23, 1946