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TUESDAY, DECEMBER, 17, 1946
(Christmas Worn
☆
Bubbling over with joy and excitement
We eagerly awake on Christmas morn.
For this is the day out of all the year
When loves comes forth in its truest form.
We think of the year we re leaving behind,
Its heartaches, pleasures, its joy and strife—
Strange now, they have practically vanished;
How beautiful, how precious is life.
Many years ago, our Savior was born
And this was the day of His birth;
A benevolent jewel from God’s throne
To relieve the suffering on earth.
It is good to be light-hearted and gay,
By thoughtful deeds, giving others a lift.
But amidst all this, may we not forget
To thank God for His wonderful gift.
—Mildred Garner
The Firebug's Dream
’Twas on a Friday night crisp and
cold that our humble home burned,
and all our belongings with it. I
grieve for my collection of miscel
laneous junk. The clothes can be
bought (?), but not those little
odds and ends collected over the
seemingly long period of my life
time. Many a prized pocketknife
that was used for some very special
carving on a certain Sunday after
noon now lies in the sooty debris.
And that old football program! We
lost that game, but I gained a lot of
ground that night. But the thing
that hurts —my priceless, irreplac
able, beautiful collection of hand
painted ties, melted. Aw, well, to
skip the sentiment and to get on
with the events.
It is indeed a funny feeling to
awaken your roommate only to re
ceive as thanks for saving his
worthless hide, “Get the Heck out
of here, I don’t want to go to break
fast.” But finally having convinc
ed the light of your life that the
joint is on fire, we each grab a
brogan and make a rapid, mind you
I said rapid, exit, inhaling the
smoke as we go (no cigarettes with
us).
Running out, we hit a solid wall
of striped, nightmarish, pajamas.
We open our tearful eyes only to
gaze right down someone’s gasping
mouth. Turning around, we see
the dear old home site (including
my new sport coat) going up in
smoke. The first 'thing we see on
turning around to account for miss
ing faces, is some dope with a cig
arette dangling from his lower
lip, drooling out, “Got a match”?
After having dispensed with this
fiend for humor in a gopher hole,
we see our old poker mate diving
out a window clinging to his most
prized possessions.
A loud shout is heard from the
Johnson Drug Cos.
Cosmetics of
Yard ley, Coty, Old
Spice, Tussy, and
Max Factor
watchful ranks, another one out,
and give him a blare on the trum
pets. Here comes George’s white
shirt, blue tie, and pajama bottoms.
Who is that brave figure dashing
in among the flames? Probably
some courageous soul returning to
save his roommate’s life. Back out
this brave figure dashes with
something under his arm. It is his
injured roommate? Nope, only his
girl’s picture! The drip! (The gal
dropped him only last week, after
the fire, because he didn’t have a
shirt on.
A scream is heard, of a siren,
(one of them kind on a fire truck).
Hooray, its Carrollton’s one and
only fire wagon! After quieting
down the horses that drew the
“Thing” in, the firemen proceed to
soak our waterproof windbreakers.
Whee, here comes our house moth
er out of a geyser of water!
A heart-breaking sob is heard
from behind. It is the young lad,
Freshman, that is, who has just
heard the scream of dying “Sweet
Sue,” our pet mouse. Her mate,
“Flip” escaped through a knot hole.
Some wit comes up and gaily re
marks, “Your room burns briskly
doesn’t it”?, or “Gee your clothes
stink.”
After a smoky and confusing
night we meet in Wright Barracks
lobby. As we walk down the hall,
we can hear our old building mates
sing out in an experienced tone —
poker bids. But we ain’t playing
for chips. A voice rings out, “Raise
you one overcoat, and bet one
shirt.”
As you walk in, a snooty charac
ter says, “Come on over by the fire,
nothing like a blaze.” After throw
ing my one and only shoe at him, I
join the game and lose my pajamas.
Down in the dumps, and strolling
around in the nude, you decide to
call your heart throb up and let the
tears fly. But curses! The phone is
out of order!
While seeking out some lethal
weapon to destroy your miserable
being, the folks arrive, and just in
time. But the pain really comes
when Pop yells, when he first
catches sight of his brave son,
“Why the dickens did you call col
lect last night!”
Well, lemme see! What’s worse
than suicide?
THE WEST GEORGIAN
Students Attend
Social Science Meeting
At the invitation of Walter Pas
chal, a delegation from West Geor
gia College attended the meeting
held by the Georgia Academy of
Social Science in Atlanta on Decem
ber 5.
The speaker of the evening was
Dan Duke, Assistant State Attorney
General. His subject was “Practical
Politics.” While attacking the Coun
ty System as an act of good pur
pose perverted to evil ends, Mr.
Duke issued a call for a return of
fighting faith among liberals in
Georgia.
In proposing anew political move
ment to return Georgia to progres
sive rule, Mr. Duke cited the need
for a political “Master Plan.” Also
advocated by the speaker to further
the cause of liberalism in Georgia
were:
1. Establishment of an organiza
tion reaching down to every militia
district.
2. The backing of such an or
ganization by a yellow journalism.
3. The capture of county offices
by liberals and the use of party
hangers-on to further progressive
ends.
Also present at the meeting were
groups from Emory and LaGrange
Colleges..
West Georgia Sees
“Song of The South”
The best way we’ve heard of
lately to forget one’s cares, trou
bles, worries, and age is to see Walt
Disney’s “Song of the South.” This
movie is a combination of real ac
tors and animated cartoon charac
ters. Who could help but laught at
the antics of Br’er Rabbit? Who
wouldn’t enjoy the gay, carefree
songs? Who could fail to appre
ciate the originality and the inge
nuity that went into the prepara
tion of this movie?
If one’s parents told him Uncle
Remus stories about Br’er Rabbit,
the Tar Baby, Br’er Fox and Br’er
Bear, that person is sure to enjoy
refreshing his memory by seeing
this clever movie. If such stories
aren’t familiar, one will find a nice
surprise in store for him. If one
will just forget his age, he will en
joy this movie wholeheartedly and
count himself lucky at having this
opportunity of seeing it.
The students at West Georgia
College have evidently taken this
attitude, for practically everyone on
the campus has already seen, or is
planning to see, this motion picture.
In determining the student’s opin
ion of the picture, we are pleased
to say that we haven’t heard one
word of criticism. Everyone seems
to have enjoyed it to the utmost.
New Art Course
To Be Offered
Mr. Hugh Wallace, of the art de
partment of West Georgia College,
has stated that beginning next
quarter there will be anew course
in art offered to those who wish to
take it. The course will be known
as Art 201—Design. The course
has no prerequisite and will be of
fered as an elective. The course
will be planned to meet the indi
viduals interest in fields such as
advertising, fashion designing, paint
ing, drawing, sculpture (modeling),
illustration, etc.
This is a first course in design
and is given as an elective here at
West Georgia but carries credit on
a major.
Art 201 will be offered at 8:00
and 8:55 during the winter quarter
and probably each quarter there
after.
New Campaign Methods
Even Mr. Talmadge and Mr. Car
michael could have picked up a few
pointers if only they had been at
West Georgia College during elec
tion week. Originality in campaign
methods was just oozing from all
corners of the campus then.
The candidates for Freshman
Class Officers were really beating
their brains out so to speak, trying
to scrape up publicity and the de
sired votes resulting from such
publicity. Unique introductions of
the students running for office
were made at various times during
meals in the dining hall. If a can
didate did not get completely booed
out of the place then, he put forth
honest effort and started his cam
paign in earnest.
For a while it was almost dan
gerous to take a stroll on the cam
pus, what with "leaflets from heav
en”, apparently, raining down. Who
ever thought of hiring a plane to
drop notices certainly had an eye
for business. The town of Carroll
ton was made aware of the big do
ings of the campus, as the bombar
dier’s aim got off course slightly.
The student body was bombarded
also with cards of the candidates
bearing nifty slogans and exciting
platforms. Various members among
opponents’ friends had much fun
making bonfires out of such cards.
All in a day’s work it seems.
There was definitely nothing slow
in this campaign. It was modern
to the minute. To top it all, the
merits and capabilities of one can
didate were made known to the
public via automobile with loud
speaker attached.
The most exciting time of all was
speech night. Jeepers, what a rack
et! What boos! What fun! Did you
ever see so much talent running
loose in the form of vocals and
string quartets and the like? Of
course some of the entertainers met
up with some stiff competition from
a section of Gene Kruppa drummers
(equipped with sticks and trash
baskets), but all in all, it was an
enjoyable evening—loud anyhow!
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And the posters —regular p!n-ups.
Hollywood is positively missing out
by leaving all these handsome men
in one place; someone should tell
that place a few things.
It is now generally known that
this campaign topped all in the en
tire history of West Georgia. Say,
won’t we have something to tell
those little green freshmen next
year?
Mandeville Hall
Sponsors Tea Dance
On November 25, at 5 p.m., a tea
dance was sponsored by Mandeville
Hall in the gym, and enjoyed by
the faculty and students.
The receiving line was composed
of Mrs. Abbott and the officers
from Mandeville; namely, Dorothy
Harrison, Dorothy Forbes, Sammy
Pledger and Carolyn McCurdy.
Choice recordings were played—
from the waltz, to the favorite jit
terbug tunes, for those students
whose vitality is never curbedteven
by Miss Sturgis’ hockey games).
Girls were dressed semi-formally,
soft lights illuminated the gym; all
blending together to create a very
enjoyable atmosphere.
The hour ended almost too quick
ly, it seemed. But on second thought,
we remembered the Thanksgiving
dinner and Graham Jackson, so the
gym was soon vacated.
Bonner’s
Stores
Groceries, Meats, Fruits
and Vegetables
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