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West Georgia Observes
Annual Rat Week
It has been over a week now since
“Judge'’ Lamar Knight administer
ed Justice in West Georgia’s infam
ous Rat Court. Rat Court in the
Carrollton city square marked the
end of the long parade from West
Georgia campus, with mighty Soph
omore “guards” spurring the lowly
frosh on every inch of the way. The
townsfolk and other lowly Rats
watched as justice was handed
down to those who had been un
lucky enough to incur the wrath
of some “most honorable Sopho
more”. Some of the victims are
probably still tasting castor oil and
traces of raw egg, administered un
mercifully to them as punishment
for their sins.
Many and varied were the stunts
thought up to give the Frosh one
long week of misery. Of course the
most successful was the make-up
and “get-up” worn by the boys in
form of lipstick, rouge, pajama
pants, gym shorts, two shirts “in
opposite directions”, two ties, and
the inevitable suitcase bulging at
the scams with various and sundry
items. The freshmen giri whose
suitcase was opened in Rat Court
before the staring throng could
easily have won the "most embar
rassed girl” title, hands down. The
girls were forbidden to roll up
their hair the night before the par
ade, and the wearing of make-up
l)lie o^ormitoru
"Little sister”,“Little sister,” calls
an insistent voice above the strains
of “Beginners’ Boggie Woggie,”
sweetly issuing forth from the par
lor. “Little sister, it’s almost time
for breakfast!”
Time for breakfast! My goodness,
did the 6:45 bell not ring? Here,
just step out of bed and —wham,
bang! dear me, these upper bunks.
Rush now, mustn’t be late for brea
Rush now, musn’t be late for
breakfast. Where’s my left oxford?
Hurry, it must be awful late, oh,
there goes the bell. “Roommate!
Come on.”
Thus at 7:00 o’clock little Betty
Coed arrives at the Dining Hall
panting for breath and never once
thinking of finding out the time.
On the brink of making this impor
tant discovery, the very optomistic
young lady decides that at least
she’ll get in among the first and
get at her favorite table. This fan
atasy too is doomed. The thought
no more than approaches the brain
when five dining hall commandoes
dart through the gathering mob
placing our heroine behind the
door, a very unstrategic position in
anybody’s alphabet.
The gong-er, that is, the 7:15 bell
sounds. The mad scramble is on.
With one dramatic “Heave Ho!”
the whole hoard falls in the door.
The whole hoard, that is, except
little Betty who lies crushed be
hind the door. Finally with all her
remaining strength our litle hero
pulls herself together enough to
crawl through the door just before
a member of the staff dramatically
stalks to the entrance and proceeds
to lock himself out signifying that
10 minutes have elapsed since
breakfast began.
With such a bright start early in
the morning the rest of the day
takes on a rosy hue for Betty Coed.
She sails through classes with the
greatest of ease, excepting perhaps
the little English quiz and of course
those Math problems she forgot to
work last night. At length lunch
time arrives and passes and a very
industrious Betty prepares to re
tire to her room for a full after
noon of quiet study.
was an unforglveable sin. At last
the boys had a wholesale opportun
ity of observing what girls really
look like.
Rat Parade began soon after the
last class period on Thursday, and
it was, of course, the climax to the
“Reign of Terror” by the Sopho
mores. The number of utterances
of the Freshman’s Creed, if it were
known, would be amazing. Each
and every frosh was on his knees
many, many times uttering the
familiar words. Not to know them
was an invitation to Rat Court.
Of course everyone will long re
member the courageous freshmen
girl, who, when ordered to sing in
Rat Court, stoutly honored the
freshmen in song. Like all wayward
souls, she paid for her crime.
Freshmen may find solace in the
fact that the word Sophomore
comes from a combination of two
words—one meaning wise, and the
other FOOLISH.
Veterans found a notice on the
bulletin board stating that they
were not “required” to take part
in the initiation, but asking them
to be good sports. Sort of like say
ing, “Please let me hit you!”
Also stamped indelibly on the
minds of many is the slogan “L. S.
—M. F. T.”, the square meal, and
ability to back up many stairways
in a most backward manner.
Did someone say quiet? Did some
one say study? Did someone knock?
“Oh hello, Jane. To the store for
a malt? Oh, but my diet! And my
budget! And —0.K., you talked me
into it. Let’s go.”
An hour later. Avery industrious
Betty prepares to retire to her
room for a half afternoon of quiet
study.
Let’s see, the cube root of 8 is 2
and—What is that unearthly noise?
It sounds for the world like a den
tist grinding out a tooth. Ah, now
it’s stopped. The cube root of 8 is
2 and —.
A knock shatters the silence.
“Come in.” (somewhate crossly.)
Eek, a man. What next. What the
windows? Why, yese, they rattle a
little. I—. Three men bearing a
“horse” a ladder and a box of tools
enter and proceed with much
knocking about to take out both
windows. The dentist drill begins
again and Betty’s studying seems
to be rapidly flying out the open
windows. Suddenly with the win
dows propped against the wall and
sawdust an inch thick on the floor,
one of the men yells “four o’clock,
lets quit.” Which they immediate
ly proceed to do.
Now to settle down to some quiet
study. “Eek!!! Let me out of here.
If that rat comes in here one more
time, I’m going out!”
Five o’clock. One more hour left
of an afternoon of quiet study. And
there goes the piano again. No,
not boogie woogie? The scales this
time. “The square root of 8 is 2
and—goodness, I’m studying up and
down the scale. Will that never
stop? It sounds like someone tun
ing the piano. Oh, I guess it is, he
was supposed to come today.”
Coming to the conclusion that
study is impossible, a slightly an
noyed Betty decides on a warm
shower to soothe her tired nerves.
“Splash” goes the shower and brr!
screams Betty as a stream of icy
water shoots down on her unsu
specting head.
Dormitory life? “Nuts!” says Bet
ty Coed.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
Junior Junction
Or Do Third Years
Rate The Gunn
House?
I never would have thought it
and wouldn’t believe my ears when
I heard the third years were to live
in the Gunn House. When we went
upstairs and entered those two
rooms assigned us, we couldn’t be
lieve our eyes. There were no bed
springs, no heat, no light bulos, no
shower, no trash cans, and a load
of junk was on the porch.
Through the assistance of Mrs.
Shannon, the plumbers, the car
penters, the telephonemen, and sev
eral others we have now a very
lovely, comfortable house. Our
home is now equipped with all con
veniences and we wouldn’t trade
it for any other dormitory.
The thing we enjoy most is the
balcony where we can sit to watch
the people pass in the daytime or
dream of a Romeo at night. (Not
to mention the giant sized mosqui
toes that keep you jumping and
knocking.)
There are seven of us: Doris Mc-
Kiiin y, Christine Edison, Barbara
Trundle, Martha Wilson, Anne
Russell, Virginia Brooks, and Gret
na Floyd.
Some folks class us as the “old
maid” school teachers, but we flat
ly disagree. We are proud to be
teachers.
Coach Wheby, Mrs. Wheby and
their children live downstairs and
make the nicest neighbors.
It’s wonderful to be a junior and
rate the Gunn House.
RECORD-BREAKING
ENROLLMENT AT
WEST GEORGIA
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barracks and gymns served as liv
ing quarters.
West Georgia is no exception. Thp
largest student body in the history
of the school is now enrolled. Com
pared with 273 students enrolled
the first year—l933—approximately
526 this year proves to be quite an
increase. The fact that there are
more boys than girls for the first
time makes history also, does it not ?
The expanding enrollment here
made it necessary for the building
of several new classrooms; for the
appropriating of Melson Hall for
the girls, and the conversion of the
metal shops into dormitories for
the boys.
Athletics are reaching anew
height due to the large number of
men students.
Although things have changed
and West Georgia College may not
be quite the same as we once re
membered, the school is making ev
en more progress, even greater ex
pansion and advancement in all
fields, and the same friendly, hap
py spirit found here in 1933 does
still exist in the 1946.
Plans For The
Hallowe'en Dance
The College Gymnasium will be
the scene of very festive activities,
Friday, October 25, when the fac
ulty and the sophomores entertain
the freshmen at a Halloween dance.
Lamar Knight, president of the
Sophomore class, is trying at pre
sent to employ an orchestra for
the dance, but has not been able
to find one as yet.
The date for the dance was or
iginally planned for Saturday, but
because of a football game, it was
changed to Friday. The time will
be from 8:00 P. M. until 12:00 mid
night.
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21 NEWNAN STREET
Phone 243 Carrollton, Ga.
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Newnan Street Carrollton, Ga.
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Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Turner
Fall Clothes of All Types For
College Girls
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STUDENT HEADQUARTERS
Compliments of
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On The Square Carrollton, Ga.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25, 194*