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FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1947
manless wedding
IN ADAMSON HALL
In case you were alarmed at the
shrieks of laughter, with a few
tears mixed in, a couple of weeks
ago, it was only a manless wedding
performed in the lobby of Adamson
Hall. There should be no doubt in
any Adamsonian girl’s mind about
the procedure of a wedding.
They were such a beautiful pair!
The bride was none other than our
own Betty Ramsey and the groom,
Joyce Kinney. The bride wore a
beautiful cotton gown with a veil
made out of a window curtain. A
corsage of pine needles, tied to
gether with crepe paper, added the
finishing touch to her costume. The
candle lighting girls wore pigtails
and pajamas, with one leg rolled
up. The flower girls also wore paja
mas; which, with the assistance of
garters, bloused beautifully just be
low the knee. And, we might add,
their natural shoes were worn. The
maid of honor and bridesmaid wore
cotton gowns—very colorful, and
crepe paper bows in their hair. The
bride’s mother wore black street
dress; it was also set off by a cor
sage of pine needles.
da u d&atona
One Saturday night not so long
ago I was sitting at home —some-
thing unusual for that particular
night—when the silence that pre
vailed around the house was broken
by an extended ring on the tele
phone. I breathed a deep sigh and
grabbed the receiver, politely
swearing under my breath. On the
other end of that marvelous little
invention was my roommate. His
pleasant voice greeted me with
these words: “Get ready and lets
go.” Of course it wasn’t important,
but for some foolish reason I want
ed to know where. The only reply I
received was, “Pack your bag and
be ready to depart in fifteen min
utes.” With this he hung up before
I could utter further questions.
I just couldn’t figure the situa
tion out. For no reason at all I
packed my bag expecting to return
to Carrollton. Before this operation
was complete they had arrived. By
' they I mean “Bilbo,” Langley, and
Patterson, all of West Georgia Col
lege and Wright Barracks.
Certain things still remained
mysterious for me to comprehend.
Once I had become comfortably
seated in the “Blue Flash, I was
informed that our destination was
Florida. Just exactly where in
Florida had not been decided. Oh,
well, this place that we were to
honor could be decided on at any
time. The reason for this expedition
was simple; Georgia had become so
cold that our blood felt the desire
for warmer climate.
An encounter with “Friendly Dan
the good Gulf-man” almost led to
catastrophe before our excursion
had ever begun. At “Friendly
Dan’s” station we had the Blue
Flash” gased and oiled. When Dan
was corrected for attempting o
overcharge us he proceeded to ge
violently mad and insulting. e
realized that by refusing to take his
insults we could easily end our
chance of reaching Florida. He o
fered battle but after a brie* is
cussion we hit the road to Daytona.
Georgia, passing in review, failed
to offer much in the way of beauti
ful scenery. Even if it had been in
the middle of the day we couldn t
have enjoyed any scenery; the a
sence of front windows made e
greater part of the trip rather cold.
By only stopping several times
we managed to make Orman
Beach without mishap. The time o
arrival was 6:00 A.M. Sunday morn
ing.
The morning was spent runn j£ g
around the beach in shorts. We
It was so sentimental! Even the
fathers were shedding tears; though
they were not noticed much. The
floor had to be mopped around the
bride’s mother. Lee Mundy sang, “I
Love You Truly” which made the
tears flow even more (from laugh
ter).
The ceremony was conducted by
Evelyn Malcom, who joined the two
together in order to reduce the
high cost of living, admitting that
it was an honorable mistake.
An objection was made from a
rejected suitor, who had once spent
three dollars on the bride. In an
swer to her frantic pleas, the
bride’s father refunded the money
and the wedding continued:
After many promises, one to the
other with their first two fingers
crossed, the couple was pronounc
ed man and wife. The bride quick
ly gathered the groom in her arms
and rushed away.
We were honored by the presence
of Mr. Row; who, seemingly, enjoy
ed it all very much.
managed a short swim as the
weather was quite warm.
Through a slight miscalculation
the car was almost lost in an at
tempt at an amphibious operation.
Have you ever driven out to a sand
bar and had the tide come in? If
you have, you know our fellings; if
you have never attempted this,
don’t.
Having spent an enjoyable morn
ing driving up and down the beach
at the water’s edge and pulling big
Yankee Cadillacs out of soft sand,
the expedition proceeded to Silver
Springs, nature’s underwater fairy
land. Here a twelve inch crocodile
was purchased to be used as a
mascot for Wright Barracks.
Unfortunately our scaly compan
ion passed away in Albany. Cause
of death: frostbite, carbon mon
oxide, vibration and perhaps the
fact that the little fellow was kept
inside the shirt of the man from
Mississippi.
At any rate the expeditionary
force returned to Carrollton in due
time for all Monday classes with no
casualties except our pet varmint
whose embalmed carcass is now
resting in state in the biology room.
Perhaps you hold the same opin
ion as others I have.spoken to but
we really aren’t crazy—let’s call it
love for adventure. After all, we
saw in less than thirty-six hours
Georgia’s Big Swamps, St. Augus
tine, Ormand and Daytona Beaches,
Deland, Florida and Silver Springs.
It was a jolly trip—you should try
it some week-end soon.
Materials Bureau
Redecorated
The English 214 (Children’s Liter
ature) class, decided at the first of
the winter quarter to redecorate the
Materials Bureau in which they
meet. They discussed various colors
with Mr. Wallace, who met with
them. The decision was finally
reached as to what colors were de
sired and Mr. Wallace blended the
shades.
The work was completed in a
short time by the painters. The
chairs and tables are aquamarine,
and the floor and posts are grey.
The yellow curtains were left at
the windows, and the walls remain
white.
The Bureau has two new pic
tures. One is a print by Renoir en
titled “In the Park.” The other is
a print loaned to the Bureau by
the Library.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
Dramatics Class
To Present
Farce Comedy
On Friday evening, March 14, at
8:00 o'clock in the college audito
rium the dramatics class will pre
sent as its production for the Win
ter Quarter the sensational farce
comedy, “One Wild Night," by
Guernsey Le Pelley.
The entire action of the play
takes place in the living room of
the Rodney Dodd residence in the
typical American small town of
Dukesville.
Rodney Dodd is a healthy young
man who, because most of his an
cestors have been neurotic invalids,
refuses to believe he could live a
normal life. He spends most of his
time in a wheel chair, and insists
upon taking cod-liver oil whether he
needs it or not. His philosophy of
life is quietness. The house is cer
tainly quiet enough, but when his
Aunt Opal Dodd arrives the house
must be kept doubly quiet—even
foot-pads must be kept on the cat.
Rodney is overwhelmed by the
beauty of his aunt’s traveling com
panion, Charlotte Allen. He calls for
a doctor’s examination; then over
hearing Doctor Bell telling on the
telephone about one of his rare or
chids which is fading away Rodney
at once jumps to the conclusion
that he is going to die. Since he has
never led an active life he endeav
ors to live an entire lifetime in one
day. He goes about his work in a
frenzy. He exposes, through the
newspapers, the complete story and
evidence that he has on the gang
ster, Scorpio. Then he gives his
house to the Dexiter School for
Girls to use as a dormitory. He per
forms all kinds of errands of mercy
and then lies down to die.
Instead of dying, he wakes the
next morning feeling better than
ever before and finds the house in
a state of turmoil. Two girls from
the school next door, thinking that
the Dodd residence is a dormitory,
have spent the night there without
the knowledge of anyone in the
house; Scorpio, the gangster, has
sent Rodney a present of bombs
and Aunt Myra Opal Dodd is not
only horrified at the general pro
ceedings, but is reduced to a state
of nervous collapse.
To make the house quiet agan,
Jodwillow, the butler, rushes for
his Willow Chlorophide, invented
with his Boy Wonder Chemical Set,
and by holding it under the noses
of the “Pandemonists” puts them
quietly to sleep.
The cast of characters consists of
the following:
Rodney Dodd Willis Huff
Henrietta Patsy Hearn
Jodwillow Freddie Madden
Aunt Myra Barbara Bishop
Charlotte Allen Betty Jean Johnson
Dr. Bell Robert Stewart
Nurse Trent Betty Jean Anderson
Ned Steerwell Newsome Summerline
Doris Winthrope Mauguerite Harper
Hawkins W. F. Chastain
Dickens Eugene Chambers
Moribelle Joyce Morris
Mrs. Rooly Gretna Floyd
Mrs. Batson Agnes Abercrombie
Jode Darnelli Ann Russell
James Scorpio Billy Hogg
Officer Brady Wayne Gammon
ASSISTANT DIRECTORS:
George Daniel, Hildred Hubbard
Admission for the play will be:
Adults 60c, including tax; Children,
30c, including tax. West Georgia
students will not be charged ad
mission.
Little Barbara Lee was visiting
with her mother and immediately
found the bathroom scales. Her
mother informed her that she
weighed just 39 pounds. She re
turned again and again to weigh
herself, then finally said:
“Mother, every time I weigh, I
weigh the same price!”—lndiana
polis News.
MANDEVILLE SNUFF
VARIETY SHOW
The other night as I was prowl
ing around the campus, I saw blue
smoke pouring out of the lobby of
Mandeville Hall. Thinking it was a
fire, I ran to investigate before yell
ing for help. It wasn’t a fire, exact
ly It was worse!
There was Carolyn McCurdy
looking very much like Jimmy
Dunaway, puffing away on a huge
two and a half cent cigar. Attired
as she was in blue jeans, plaid jack
et, red tie, man’s shirt, and with
heavily accented eyebrows, I could
hardly tell the difference until I
noticed those peroxide locks.
What was happening inside look
ed interesting, so I made myself
comfortaule and decided to stay
awhile. I soon found out that I
was attending a mock broadcast,
as were all inhabitants of Mande
ville, from Carrollton’s own WLBB.
The program in progress was the
“Mandeville Snuff Variety Show —
the best show in radio, brought to
you by the makers of that wonder
ful snuff that’s not so sweet, not
too bitter, it’s just right."
First on the program was that
beloved songbird of the air, Min
nie O’Deal from Hog Holler, who
sang “Five Foot Two,” accompanied
by herself on her ukeleie. Mrs. O’-
Deal bore a verystriking resemblan
ce to one Patsy Hearn—must have
been a relative or somethin’. Her
son was with her, and he looked
extremely like Betty Sue Gaylor.
Later on in the program he became
rather a nuisance, however, as he
kept insisting on drinking water.
After Minnie’s lovely rendition,
the Mandeville Snuff Variety Band
gave out with “Don’t Do It Dar
lin’.” The band is an all-string af
fair consisting of comb-i, comb-a,
base comb, and ukeleie.
Everyone took a breathing spell
from somewhat hysterical laughter
while “Jimmy” came in with a
snappy commercial.
Following this up, we heard from
the sweethearts of the air—Minnie
and Martha O’Deal. Ah, yes.
Their inspired number was suc
ceeded almost immediately by a
wonderful performance by Blue
Gum Tempe Purina Pearleen. Blue
Gum was attired in “right up to the
minute” clothes. She had on every
thing from red high-heeled shoes
with socks to white fur mittens.
She sorta looked like Margaret
Lyle, but with all that make-up
on, I’d be afraid to say for sure.
Martha O’Deal reminded me quite
a bit of Evelyn Entrekin. You’d
never guess that there are so many
talented people in Mandeville, now
would you?
Nelle Bryant, in her role as
Mrs. J. G. Robertson
Florist
Opposite Martin’s Funeral Home
11 West Center St.—Phone 151 —Carrollton, Ga.
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“Goofy” nearly stole the show
away from the actual artists, by
splitting the air with blood curdling
yells everyone and nine tenth’s sec
onds.
Doris Ellis and Doris Brannon
took part in the broadcast and
blew themselves green in the face
when playing in the band. Looked
lovely with their blonde hair and
green faces, I assure you.
Critics pronounced the show:
"A huge success,” Pouella Lar
sons.
“A magnificent triumph,” Winter
Walchell.
“Terroffic,” the New York Times.
The curtain was rung down,
amid wild cheers of approval, after
the rendering of their singing com
mercial. It was to the tune of "The
Caisson Song,” and went
“You will luff, you will luff, you
will luff to dip the Snuff
That we make in old Mandeville
Hall.
It is sweet, it is sweet
It just simply can’t be beat
When you dip it, you are on the
ball.
’Cause it’s nice, nice, nice.
You’ll want to buy it twice
Down at the ole College Store.
When you go to buy, it always pays
to try
This wonderful Mandeville Snuff
' Keep ’em Dipping
This wonderful Mandeville Snuff—
Gen Pen News
The Gen Pen contest is still open
for literary material written by the
students. All material must be in
by March 10, 1947.
Those interested in writing
essays, short stories, and poetry
will find it worth while to enter
the contest.
At a meeting recently the editors
for the Gen Pen Magazine were
chosen. They are as follows: Editor,
Clarence Salmon; Associate Editor,
Billie Cheney; Art Editor, Herbert
Dobson.
A grandfather visited a house
hold in which he had a little grand
son who had spent part of the sum
mer at a boy’s camp. The lad talk
ed enthusiastically about the camp
that his grandfather offered a
slight reminder. “After all, though”
he remarked, "you were rather glad
to get home, weren’t you?”
"Well,” replied the lad thought
fully, "not especially.” Then after a
bit he added: “Some of the fellows
were—those that had dogs."—Ex.
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