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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 1946
Car Wreck On le
Campus (Nearly)
It seems as if new re-caps and
wet roads don’t mix. At least they
were very anxious to part company
the other day as rain beat down on
the campus of W.G.C.
Avery few students, namely
those who are the “rainy-weather
lover-type,” were somewhat amazed
to see a car suddenly depart from
its unusual behavior and leave the
road in a flying leap. Its inten
tions in becoming a plane were no
doubt of the best, but they were
short-lived. About the time it had
convinced itself it was air-borne,
the ground decided to convince it
otherwise by slapping it right in
the face. After being the subject
of such a brutal method of discou
ragement, the car gave up and
came to a grinding halt.
The driver, a doctor, of all per
sons, emerged unhurt from the
auto, hopped into another vehicle
which was going on its own ortho
dox way, and hurried on off.
Small groups of people gathered
from time to time to view the car
Which left the highway opposite
Adamson Hall. Many tall, middle
sized, and short tales of car wrecks
were told as everyone listened eith
er in open-mouthed awe or plain
disbelief. Some near-victims, so
they tell it, got off easy, while oth
ers barely escaped alive and still
shake at the memory.
All the time these wild tales were
floating around., the car sat calmly,
if somewhat dejectedly by, taking
them all in. It’s hood was rather
out of kilter, in that instead of
clipping down where it belonged, it
insisted on gazing skyward.
Finally a wrecker from town
came to take friend car away.
Hooks and chains were put in
place, creaks creaked and groans
groaned, and the car pointed its
nose to the heavens.
Soon it was on its reluctant and
discouraged way back to town. It
had left that same town not many
minutes before, and at that time it
had held great hopes for its future
as a flying machine. However, now
all its dreams and plans had been
literally dashed to earth. Sad!
But you really can’t blame the
poor old car —he tried.
How To Be Popular
Always leave your chewing gum
on the edge of the table in the din
ing hall. The waitresses love scrap
ing it off.
Throw all waste paper on the
ground. It makes our campus look
so neat.
Always talk and laugh loudly in
the library. Everybody studies lots
better when things are noisy.
Always push when going into the
dining hall. It doesn’t matter if
you do knock somebody down. They
should get out of your way.
Sing loudly in the dormitory.
Everybody likes to hear your beau
tiful voice and no one ever wants
to study.
Boys, it will be appreciated if you
smoke in the class room. We all
like to cough and choke during
class.
If you can’t get to your box at
the postoffice, push everybody aside
and knock them down. The floor
is much more comfortable anyway.
If you are late to class be sure to
Bonner’s
Stores
Groceries, Meats, Fruits
and Vegetables
What Is Thanksgiving?
George Daniel
On Thursday, November 28, the
public will observe a custom that
dates back to the early part of the
seventeenth century. The pilgrims
at Plymouth Rock regarded this
season as a time for great spiritual
festivity. Each settlement gathered
together to thank the Creator and
Preserver for bringing them to the
end of another harvest season. We
have not neglected the observance
of this custom of praising the Fath
er for His bountiful blessings since
its beginning.
Thanksgiving brings to us a sea
son when the hardy oak leaves rus
tle in the wind and the frost gives
a tang to the air; the dusk falls
early as the friendly evenings
lengthen to bring us joy and com
fort.
Thanksgiving is a time when we
can thank God for the blessings
that have been our common lot and
have placed us among the favored
peoples of the earth. It is a time
make lots of noise and interrupt
the teacher. It’s his fault you’re
late.
Don’t ever say “pardon me” if
you bump into a fellow student. It
may make him feel worse.
Make all the noise you can in
chapel because nobody wants to
hear what’s going on on the stage.
If somebody does something you
don’t like, be sure to let him know
about it. Everybody liks to be hurt.
You students who own cars, be
sure to park them on the grass. It
shouldn’t have been planted there
in the first place.
If you follow these rules we’re
sure you will be one of the most
popular students on the campus.
Heaven OnThe Campus
There are people on the campus
of West Georgia who look upon the
cabin dwellers with envy. Some
boys from the barracks get deliri
ous pleasure out of visiting the cab
in, and joyfully bouncing up and
down on the luxurious mattresses
and coil springs to be found in this
haven of luxury. The cabin dwel
lers are spared the agony of a long
trek to classes and back every day.
There are barracks residents, true,
who argue that the showers are
better “on the hill,” but all in all,
to live in the cabin is considered
something most desirable.
Cabinites are under the watchful
kindly eye of Roy Fossett, and his
wife, Sarah. Roy is considered just
one of the gang by “the boys.”
The eternal quest is not for a pot
of gold, but a can of Campbell’s
soup. And po’ Herbert Dodson is
constantly fetching his hot plate
from some far extremity of the
building where it has been carried
by some hungry, butter-fingered in
dividual. The bringer of food is
treated respectfully, fondly, and
gently—as long as the stuff lasts.
If you possess a can of soup, it is
best not to let the fact be generally
known, since someone will soon pop
up wanting to beg, “borrow,” or
“buy” it. A cake of any sort is
treated as if it were a bottle of fine
old brandy, and is fondled and
“stretched” as far as possible. Food
vies with “goils” for the first place
in the boys’ affections.
Entertainment is provided by Jim
Tom Smith and his “git-tar.” His
renditions, aided faithfully by Wen
dell Maples, of “You Are My Sun
shine,” “Each Night at Nine”, and
“Detour,” are famous among the
cabinites. Here is a place where
connoisseurs and lovers of hill-billy
music can find a wonderful example
of their art.
A discussion of cabinites would
not be complete without mention of
THE WEST GEORGIAN
when we can kneel humbly before
His altar in His church and give
thanks for all the comforts we
have; for all the things that quick
en man’s faith in his brother; for
steadfast hope, courage, zeal, and
fidelity on the thorn-ridden road in
search for truth and liberty. We
also give thanks for freedom of
worship, beauty, love, loyalty, faith,
and health. All these things are
component parts of Thanksgiving
and what its meaning is to us.
At this Thanksgiving Season may
we be more thankful than ever be
fore that we are Americans and en
joy the privilege of freedom. Let
us pray that we may be more un
derstanding citizens of our home,
college, state, and nation. Let us
pray that in the ensuing years we
will be thankful for the blessings
that come our way.
At this Thanksgiving Season, will
you be in the festive rites or will
you be one of the passing parade of
our people never mindful of God
and your duty to mankind?
the fiery political arguments which
make the floor of Congress sound
like the reading room of the Car
negie Library. Henry Wallace and
various other national and state
political figures are constantly hav
ing their pros and cons argued "on
the floor.”
And so, “in conclusion,” (as long
winded orators are apt to say!) we
say that cabinites have music, good
bed springs, and sometimes they
even have food!
Tripping The Light Fantastic
This is Station W.G.C. reporting.
Ladies! Do you want to lose those
wallflower woes —become the Gin
ger Rogers of your day?
Gentlemen! Do you want to stop
mashing ladies’ toes, and thereby
avoid having to polish their shoes
later on?
You do? Then take my advice:
hop down to a dancing lesson with
Lewis —A rthur Murray Adams.
Learn to rumba, ay! samba, ay!
Conga, ay! even to two-step and
box step (only puleeze, to quote
Lewis, don’t do the box step on a
bit of the floor the size of a hand
kerchief).
When word got out about our
first formal dance, worried females
began gasping, “What’ll I do;how’ll
I learn to dance?”; “Great day, give
me strength, give me inspiration!”
Then word about Lewis’ dancing
classes found its way into the gals’
shell pink ears. Ah, ha! The an
swer to a maiden’s paryer!
So we went down to the gym and
practiced a mannequin—like walk,
did various exercises, and emerged
blissfully happy about our accumu
lation of brand new knowledge.
Came the night of the dance; we
set out, filled with confidence over
our new skills, and around mid
night went back to our dorms,
tickled pink that we hadn’t mortal
ly injured anyone (or so it says
here —in small print).
Well, so long, gotta go back and
work out that ole box-step. You
know, that step has me worried.
By way of parting, we’d like to
say, “Thanks, Lewis.”
Jones Shoe
Shop
Formerly Lovvorn’s
6 Newnan Street
in And Out Hie
swinging Uoors
We go to the dining hall three
times a day—when we don’t over
sleep—so the natural conclusion is
that the dining hall is an important
place to us. But there are twenty
tw’o members of our student body
to whom the dining hall means
more than it does to the average
student. These *re the staff mem
bers; five of whom are boys.
Whether they enjoy the distinction
of being outnumbered more than
three to one, I haven’t heard.
I did get a hint that Carl Mc-
Pherson tries to make people be
lieve that he despises women. I
don’t believe, however, that he has
met with great success in this ef
fort. Ross Miller seems to be a
favorite with some of the girls.
But Herbert doesn’t have as much
time to prove himself agreeable
company, because of his difficulty
in reaching the dining hall on time.
Lewis must be pressed for time too,
since he drives one of the busses,
in addition to his dining hall work.
I really think we miss some fun
by being unable to hear the
“chorus” sing while setting the ta
bles. Their favorites include “De
tour,” “Leave Me Darling, I Don’t
Mind,” and "You Always Hurt the
One You Love." (Are any of Mr.
Row’s talent scouts reading this?)
I hear Charlie Smith is quite a
dread sight to girls who do not like
to have ice dropped down their col
lars. But no doubt they have a
laugh on him when he heads for
the dish-washing machine wearing
a large apron.
Ross seems to think the staff
members should be able to rhumba
well, after going through the swing
ing doors with both hands full for
a few times.
I guess almost everyone on the
campus knows Miss Harrington, our
dietician. She works hard securing
food for us. I’m sure if we realiz
ed how hard it is to get all
this food, we’d appreciate it more.
The dining hall staff members say,
“Miss Kitty is our pal, and ‘Cale
donia’ is lots of fun.” “Caledonia,”
whose real name is Louise Hughie,
is assistant-dietician.
The staff members spend about
four and one-half hours a day at
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the dining hall. They have a week
end off about every three weeks
and have a morning off about every
two weeks. It seems Mary and
Sarah Cauthen get their tables set
before they remember they have
the morning off.
There are a few habits we should
practice in the dining hall which
would be to our advantage and to
the advantage of the students who
work there. First, we should make
an effort to reach the dining hall
before the bell rings. We are re
minded that the door has anew
lock and that it is locked ten minu
tes after the bell rings. Then, we
should be willing to replace our
chairs and not leave them pushed
away from the table; also to put
our napkins beside our plates. And
girls, what about blotting your lip
sticks so that so much won’t be
left on the glasses and cups.
I’m sure we all enjoyed the picnic
supper given by the dining hall
staff last Saturday night. I think
they are to be commended on the
work they are doing while taking
the regular class work.
A Trip To The Library
Having signed out for the Library,
students wander toward that build
ing where many a romance has
blossomed.
What is more romantic than mak
ing eyes over a Hayes volume or
holding hands while glancing at a
magazine?
Some students, those under Mr.
Oliver, are here strictly to study
but it is more interesting to hear
Janie tell why Johnnie didn’t fill
his library date with her.
While Humanities students delve
into a discussion of what circle of
Dante’s Inferno fits them, the Soc
ial Science students try to deter
mine which one knows the most
about politics. All this takes place
in the confusion caused by others
on their way to the pencil sharpener,
or the rustling of papers, or a girl
ish giggle.
At nine o’clock the bookworms
gather their books, put on coats
and walk slowly to the door. They
edge their way down the beaten
path amid the couples who are say
ing their final goodnight.
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