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TUESDAY. JANUARY 28, 1947
A Little About The Choir
The West Georgia A Capella
Choir is one of the most worth
while organizations on the campus.
The time and effort spent toward
perfection by its members and Miss
jane Woodruff, the director, have
earned it top flight recognition all
over the state. The recognition
does not stop there as Miss Wood
ruff and any of the faculty mem
bers will have one to understand
it is the finest in the land.
Frankly, they are prejudiced. But
anyone who has ever heard the
choir sing soon becomes as preju
diced as any alumnus who belong
ed to the organization in the past.
All the beauty and quality of the
choir does not come about by acci
dent. The entire choir practices
twice a week at chapel period, the
sections practice for one hour after
classes each week, and there is
special practice before each con
cert. The wonderful music heard
when the choir gives a concert is
the result of hours of practice
spent by the members on their own
time and the work and devotion of
Miss Woodruff.
Miss Woodruff is well qualified
for the position she holds. She has
an A. B. degree from Lander Col
lege of Greenwood, South Carolina;
a Bachelor of Music and a Master
of Music degree from Northwest
ern University of Evanston, Illi
nois. She studied two summers at
Christiansen Choir School, she stud
ied piano and voice at Converse
College, and she attended a music
institute for twelve weeks at Black
Mountain College, Black Mountain,
North Carolina.
Onipolypodius!
If you ran up on a word such as
“onipolypolodius,” what would you
do? You’d probably run, as I did,
to the nearest Noah Webster. The
nearest one in my case was at the
library. I fairly flew and in my
haste forgot to take the word
along. By the time I got there,
for the life of me I couldn’t re
member how to spell it. There I
was—at a total loss. I couldn’t
look up a word if I couldn’t spell
it. Miss Weaver just glared at me
when I attempted the pronuncia
tion, so I did the next best thing—
I asked a bunch of kids if they had
ever heard it, and what they
thought it meant —and now am I
confused!
Sara Berryman gave out with
“I’ll bet that was what was under
our bed last night and ate Berry
Jean’s socks.” Billie Cheney snap
ped her fingers and yelled “That’s
what Roy is! I’ve been trying to
think all day.”
Frances Boroughs scratched her
head thoughtfully and Said she
thought that that sounded like
what she heard her mother call her
daddy one day.
Jackie Isbell says it could be a
biological term.
Betty Easterwood and Hildred
Hubbard agree that it’s a musical
instrument.
Percy says she knows such a
thing couldn’t be in heaven or on
earth (Well Percy!)
Burton thanked me kindly—said
it was a good name for his new
creation, “The Suitless Bathing
Strap.” No help there. “Maybe
that’s the new perfume Marilyn
wears” and with that I left H. Cole
man in a dreamy daze on Adamson
steps.
J. Mac Griffieth says it sounds
like something he once ate tasted.
In addition to these qualifications
Miss Woodruff has a great interest
and deep sense of pride in her
work. She intends to have a good
choir and those few who do not
want to cooperate are soon elimi
nated for the good of the organiza
tion.
The pride and interest she dis
plays are soon absorbed by the
members of the choir. This great
ly helps to eliminate confusion and
the common interest in the choir
leads them to discuss flaws in
pitch or volume and suggest ways
to eliminate them. This common
interest stimulates the growth of
a bond of pride between the mem
bers and helps the general spirit of
the entire choir.
The reward for all the hard work
and effort comes when people flock
from all corners to hear the choir
sing. Students have been known
to stay on the campus during an
open week-end to hear the choir
give a concert —no small tribute.
Last year the choir received a spe
cial invitation to sing for the State
Rotary Convention in Atlanta.
The choir presents concerts on
the campus at Christmas and in
the spring. They also give con
certs in churches and high schools
in this area during the spring
quarter.
Miss Woodruff has been director
of the choir since 1942. We all
know of the fine record she has
made by now and are waiting to
hear the choir sing when they
start their spring concerts.
Peggy Vaughan smiled sweetly
and said “A dog, maybe.”
William Gordon Berry 111, Esq.,
after much deliberation, said the
“poly” meant many, the “lyp”
sounded like lip and the “lodios
sounded nice too so it must be re
lated to osculation.
Looks like nobody can help me.
Nobody knows for sure. I guess it
doesn’t matter if I can’t find the
book I was reading now.
THE FEAR OF
PYTHAGORUS
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during moments of extreme fright
and who also goes through gyra
tions of a decided geometrical pat
tern when offered a piece of old
toast.”
As usual, the teacher rejected a
perfectly sound theory merely be
cause it came from me. Making his
way to the front of the room he
spoke to the class. “You have just
heard example one of personified
ignorance. Creatures such as this
will never be able to understand
lxl because of reasons of heredity,
warped brain cells, or the worship
ping of base idols. The ‘thing’ is
rather nauseating but, luckily for
our college, it happens only once
in 18000 quarters and by that time
I will have passed on to my analy
tical reward. Now the lesson for
tomorrow will be •”
Wrapping the tattered shred of
my ego around my thin shoulders,
I slithered from the room, my faith
in revolution by violence reaffirm
ed-
THE WEST GEORGIAN
Go West,People
Go West
Polly Griffin
If two months ago someone had
said “You’ll be in Texas and Okla
homa during December and Jan
uary,” I’d have said "You’re wrong.”
Yet that is exactly what happened.
On December 17 Margaret Ann
Church, her family and I started
out —Margaret Ann and I bedecked
in jeans, rat caps, and W.G.C. gym
sweaters (size 42, by the way). We
were determined to do as Mr. Row
planned to do—spread West Geor
gia’s fame all over the country.
’Course in those huge sweaters we
looked a little droopy and Margaret
Ann’s family did everything human
ly possible to keep the public from
knowing we two were travelling
with them.
The bayous, with the cypress
trees and moss, made me feel that
I was seeing the movie “Dark Wat
ers” again. They were beautiful
sights, though a bit eerie too. Some
of the cemeteries, especially the
Catholic ones, were works of art.
Lake Charles is a good example of
both the cypress trees and above
ground graves.
As we went further west, the
number and variety of cattle in
creased. I’d hate to come face to
face with a Brahman cow, for they
are peculiar looking creatures, with
their big humps, flabby-skinned
necks and “two-foot” horns.
The country was of course quite
flat, but very beautiful. Just look
ing at it gave one a sense of hum
bleness and peace.
The oil derricks were as thick as
trees in places. They were every
where; on the plains, in towns, in
cities, even in the capitol yard in
Oklahoma City. Avery pretty sight
are the flares of the stacks of gas
refineries seen at night. Their re
flection in the sky makes a minia
ture aurora borealis and can be
seen for miles.
Another feature of the cattle
ranches are the gates, or rather
the lack of gates. In order to avoid
having to alight from your vehicle
or horse to enter a ranch, the gates
stand open. Yet no cattle come out
since the opening has a floor made
or small pipes that are spaced
about two or three inches apart,
which would catch the animals’
hoofs should they attempt to cross.
We visited in Houston, Texas
quite a bit. That is a city in every
respect. It is enormous. All types
of industries are located there, the
oil companies being the leading
concerns. The homes are gorgeous;
huge, with big lawns, winding
drives, and quite a few private
swimming pools. The poinsettas
grow by the thousands there —
white and pink ones, as well as red
ones.
We went ice skating. Margaret
Ann was fine on skates, but I fear
I offer no serious competition to
Sonja Henie, as my ankles went in,
my knees out, and I down. We
went to the Ice Cycles on New
Year’s Eve. The whole show left
us almost speechless. The costumes
were fabulous and the performers
truly talented.
To make our visit complete, Mar
garet Ann’s relatives took us to a
night club called the “Plantation.”
This was almost a REAL planta
tion, except for the lack of the
presence of Senator Claghorn and
mint juleps.
We made a visit to the San Jac
into Monument and Park. It is the
site where General Sam Houston
and his army won over the Mexi-
can Army In 1836, and gained
Texas’ Independence. The monu
ment stands 570 feet and is topped
by a star which is 35 feet in height.
The view from the top of the tower
is breath-taking.
Being lucky enough to have tick
ets, we attended thf Oil Bowl
Game at Rice University Stadium
on New Year’s Day. It was a good
game, a bit one-sided, but who
cares as long as it whs our side.
"If only Wedemeyer had been
twins," must be St. Mary’s wish.
He was really all over the field at
once and played a swell game.
Oklahoma was fun too. The
towns of Enid and Tulsa have such
wide streets and such white, clean
buildings. A trip to Tulsa is worth
while if only to get a sample of
Ike’s chile, only take it from me,
you can’t stop after just a sample.
One hasn’t lived until he has eaten
cabbage rolls. I don’t know the
exact receipe, but as near as I
could figure, they are composed of
Life At The Gunn House
We, the inmates of the Gunn
House, lead a merry life, indeed.
I suppose that merry would be the
word for it. Here are the facts;
judge and see what you can make
of it.
Naturally the morning schedule
starts with getting up. Oft times
the morning schedule is delayed
until after breakfast. To the lucky
souls that get up, joy after break
fast knows no bounds. They, oh
privileged ones, get to perform the
ritual of awakening the still sleep
ing angels. This task is attacked
in various and sundry methods,
such as the water treatment, hot
foot, tickle method, and the special
and slow secret method. In this
method the unsuspecting sleeper
knows not what struck him. Some
complain of a buzzing sensation in
the head, if he’s lucky and still has
that asset. (I lose more roomates
that way.)
We are all very fond of the Gunn
House, because it’s near the cam
pus. So near, but yet so far, when
lugging all seven of your room
mate’s books home. The time sav
ed in traveling is used in the pur
suit of “bull sessions”, or education
through observation of the bulls.
If you are the adventurous type of
individual, you might even dare to
snatch a few winks between class
es. Studying has long been given
up as a lost cause.
After classes, we live as normal
individuals, or the average savage.
The most favored pastime is the
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ground meat, rice, spices, and
pickles; wrapped in cabbage leaves
and cooked. Good eating!
All types of weather greeted us
at one time or another —rain, sun
shine, sleet, and a tiny bit of snow.
In spite of a lot of hoping, Christ
mas wasn’t a white one.
We passed several old boom
towns of the oil fields. In some
of them the country was bare. All
the houses, stores, etc., had been
rolled away, on to other fields after
those had been tapped dry. The old
town sites looked terribly desolate.
We came back by Galveston,
along the inter-costal highway by
the Gulf to Port Arthur where we
crossed the highest bridge in the
South, on to Baton Rouge, and fin-’
ally home to Georgia.
Of all the things we saw and did,
not to be forgotten, are the laughs
and the fun we had Just being to
gether—like gathering mistletoe in
a swamp where one mires up over
his shoe tops
trying on all of your roommate’s
clothes and making his sweaters
hang at different and new angles.
The throwing of beer bottles from
the balcony is also a great and well
loved sport; however, this is us
ually a night sport. Most of the
boys employ themselves at more
useful occupations, for Instance,
practicing for the nightly card
games, listening to the radio full
blast, setting of booby traps, hatch
ing pigeon eggs, or preparing deli
cious dishes composed of nutmeg
on crackers, with onions.
After supper, the nightly practice
pillow fight commences. (The boys
are getting in shape for the next
encounter with the Log Cabin).
After cremating the casualties on
the hot plate, a discussion of battle
tactics follows and ceremonial
blows are bestowed with a hammer
to the uninjured ones.
After our love sick comrades re
turn from the library the nightly
routine of ridding ourselves of a
fuzzy individual comes, but all our
efforts are in vain, the moustache
remains. Doubtless you know who
this bewhiskered gent is.
We then match for shower posi
tions. After a most wonderful
cold shower, we retire and listen
to the "Platter Party” until twelve.
After receiving musical inspiration,
we again pillow fight, ‘fall with ex
haustion, or bloody wounds, and
sleep until (no specific time
may be accurately stated.
Then we start all over again.
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