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It Seems To Me—
By Roy E. Fosaett
" I have but one lamp by which my feet are
guided and that is the lamp of experience.
I know of no way of judging the future but
by the past.”- Patrick Henry.
For rather person and perhaps selfish reasons, I
would like to see the establishment of a “Southern”
library on the West Georgia Campus. By "Southern”
I mean devoted to the problems of Georgia and the
South. No doubt there are many who would question
the wisdom of establishing such a specialized library,
but as I’ve mentioned, my reasons are personal.
It does seem though, that such a library would lend
itself as an approach to the problems confronting the
South in regard to itself and to the nation. Only by
continual dissemination of information regarding our
problems and our resources can we hope to solve our
difficulties. It follows that the more people exposed
to these problems and the work already under way
for their solution, the more who will become interest
ed in them.
I certainly do not advocate the establishing of such
a library to the exclusion of other departments of the
college. But I do think that the diffusion of know
ledge regarding the Southern regions is indespensa
ble to the development of our culture. It seems to
me that the culture of the region is predicated upon
the underlying knowledge of its history.
The presence of a specialized library would aid in
the destruction of the brand of sectionlism in which
many Southerners seem to glory. By spreading the
gospel of nationalism and how each part of the
nation is indispensible to the whole, such a labrary
would be invaluable. The problems and ambitions of
our Southern regions could be better correlated to
the problems and ambitions of the nation.
Only by the spreading of information among the
average Georgian and Southerner can we hope to ar
rive at a thorough understanding of problems and
hopes. The more people who understand the troubles
which we must solve, the further will we progress.
This fact behooves us to reach the lowest levels of
our people with this information. Many who are
students here will not go further to college, and will
miss the opportunity to become acquainted with their
history. They have only superficial knowledge of
the heritage they enjoy and the responsibilities which
contemporary Georgians and Southerners must carry.
Each new convert to the cause of Southern progress
will repay many fold every efforte expended.
Patrick Henry was right—it seems to me.
Think Before You Speak
Carolyn A. Bryant
“Hey isn’t it time for that bell to ring,” someone
in a crowd of almost four hundred people, cries out.
The clock is right on the dot for the time to eat and
yes, that must have been the bell for the crowd is
beginning to rush into the dining hall. They all go
to their places, eat —or would you call it eating the
way some of those people shove the food down —and
when everyone has eaten they rush out to carry on
their lives at W.G.C.
It seems such a simple thing doesn’t it? So simple
in fact that, lots of those people, especially the ones
who act if they never knew Emily Post existed and
they pride themselves on how much and how fast
they can eat in the fifteen minutes that they are in
there—try to find how much fault there is. It is
such a pity that the world can’t have in it more opti
mistic people, the ones who see the bright side of
things and think of how well a thing is being done
instead of criticizing all faults of a thing, especially
when these are the very ones who cause the trouble.
Realizing this, I thought by presenting the facts
about the things which are behind those meals you
eat every day, maybe you would become more appre
ciative of them. At least, I did, after an interview
with Miss Kitty Harrington, dietician.
To begin with, labor is hard to get. To have things
at their best takes qualified people to do the job.
Imagine yourself in one of the cooks places or dish
washers places. Would you be able to prepare that
enormous quantity of food to taste just like mother’s
cooking? Or could you wash that many dishes and
have them just as spotless as mother gets hers? The
thing about it is, that upon tracing those who com
plain it is usually found that they are the very ones
who do not have well balanced meals in their home.
Since food prices jumped forty per cent last month
it has been an even greater task to maintain the food
budget. Equipment, dishes, silver, etc., have gone up
one-third. Miss Harrington stated that she had pur
chased 1500 forks and 1500 spoons this year. Now
the waitresses have difficulty in finding enough for
the 400 people who eat in the dining hall. Maybe
when you forgot to return that silver which came up
on a tray when you were ill, you didn’t realize the
consequences of not returning it. If you look back
on the preceding figures, you can see it is a great
loss when many others do the same thing. Maybe
this is the reason there isn’t enough money left in
the equipment fund to purchase new cups with
handles. Could be? And then you complain!
There is a great deal of difference in preparing 150
pounds of meat to be eaten than in fixing just
enough for a family meal. It is a hard thing to have
two bushels turn out as savory as when only a half
dozen potatoes were cooked and scrambling thirty
crates of eggs isn't the same thing as frying one
half dozen.
The next time you are tempted to criticize think
twice, and remember that it is just as easy to say a
word of praise as to say something harsh.
West Georgian Staff, 1946-1947
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Leri Hutcheson
ASSOCIATE EDITOR Billie Cheney
SPORTS EDITOR Frank Rushton
FEATURE ERITOR Polly Griffin
CIRCULATION MANAGER Helen Brown
BUSINESS MANAGER Joyce Jones
REPORTERS: Roy Fossett, Mildred Garner, George Daniel. Wil
liam Anthony, Bonnie Hutcheson, James Turner, Rebecca Burrus,
Frank Rushton, Betty Whiteside, Sue Quinton, Marion Moon, Edith
Harrod, Barbara Bishop, Betty Jean Johnson, Helen Dobbs, Van
Simmons.
FACULTY ADVISERS: Marvina Wallingford, Marie Campbell.
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Reaching Forward
MILDRED GARNER
Life, as we know it today, wasn’t born overnight. Progress for
many years was very slow until suddenly, a century or so ago, there was
a great awakening. Man invented the machine. From that, all the con
veniences we have today have sprung.
So it is with life individually. During childhood we accept those
things handed down to us. We accept other people’s ideas, our curiosity
centers mainly around life as we know it, and how r it happened to be so.
In due time, we approach that age which is supposed to be the
"awakening”. Every individual feels the result to a certain extent. Un
fortunately, it is often unly to a 'certain extent”. The absence of a desire
to keep growing mentally creates an unbalanced situation. It is a waste of
time to tell these people they are shunning many beautiful things life has
to offer. They love, marry, build homes, and attain a certain amount of
happiness. But I wonder if life doesn’t become almost unbearably mon
otonous at times. I wonder if there isn’t a deep longing for something
higher than they have known; yet a lack of courage prevents their reach
ing out for it. The amount of "book-learning” a person has doesn’t sole
ly determine the level he attains. Many really educated people have gone
to school very little; some uneducated pople have gone much, the latter
being mucs less commendable than the former.
In order to reach a higher level in life—(and surely we are striving
toward that goal, or what is our purpose in college?) we must, by con
stant effort, cultivate a taste for those "higher” things.
It js a debateable question whether or not attending the recent con
cert should have been compulsory. It is only human nature to rebel
against even the word "compulsory”; much more so since we’ve
reached the age where we feel we are capable of making our own de
cisions. But the fact that our reception was very much similar to that of a
group of adolescents isn’t debateable. Maybe we didn’t enjoy the type of
music, maybe it was even obnoxious to us. But if millions of people get
something out of it, why shouldn’t we? We could have tried at least, and
yielded the dignity the occasion called for. Our lack of appreciation could
be due to the fact that this is one of those things that hasn’t been handed
down to us; therefore, we haven’t accepted it. It is one of those things we
must acquire a taste for. Can you recall a person w r ho never does any
think except what he likes? When an unpleasant job turns up, he says "I
won’t because I don’t like to” and leaves it at that. Did that person seem
to possess any "inner” happiness? It seems to me that the completion of
a task which was hard; to have tried the thing we didn’t like, and sur
prisingly derived pleasure from, can bring more deep satisfaction than
any other attempt in life. It isn’t the kind of satisfaction or happiness
that goes fleetingly by with time; it imbeds itself deep within the heart to
stay forever, to come to our rescue when the going is "tough,” and to
keep challenging us forward.
Every normal person feels an urged from the heart w'hich he doesn’t
quite understand; something keeps telling him to go forward, and yet
something else keps pulling back. When w r e awake in the morning reason
tells us we must get up; but yet in that half-asleep condition, so very
comfortable, with pleasant dreams still hovering near, we want to re
main. Facing reality, the day with many tasks, sometimes seems more
than we can bear. So it seems to be with life. To continue living in the
same "rut” is so much easier. Imagine a person realizing, after the best
years of his life have been spent, that the stronger force was that which
kept pulling him back. Imagine a person who accepted the challenge of
the forward force, who experienced the awakening in its truest sense,
and is reaping the benefits of an abundant life. It is so evident—in the
smile they wear —in the deep understanding they have for us, the youth
of the era —and in the peace they feel with God and man.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
Campus Spotlight
Herbert Ives Dobson
President—Press Forum; Secretary—Stu
dent Body; French Club; Mu Zeta Alpha.
Herbert was born way down south in Jacksonville,
Florida where every day brings something new and
exciting. It was August 30, 1928 which brought
about the second happy event for the Dobson family
namely, Herbert.
Herbert began his earlier education in a little two
room schoolhouse near Bowdon, Georgia, called Hill
crest. His family later moved to Rockmart and Her
bert finished his education there, graduating from
Rockmart High in 1945, voted the most intellectual
boy.
Herbert is 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighs 120 pounds,
has blue eyes, brown curly hair, and a ready smile.
He is quiet, well-mannered, unassuming and thought
ful. He is intelligent and alert, carrying on his “All
A’s” record of high school days.
He plans to finish his education at Georgia Tech
and become a radio engineer. Since he was quite
young, he has enjoyed helping his Dad fix radios.
In his spare time he tinkers with radio tube sets,
reads, and sketches.
Best of all sports, he likes baseball. He appreciates
music, and enjoys card playing, and eating in gen
eral —but particularly banana pudding and he likes
bright red.
His ideal girl is ‘short ’n” sweet and good looking.
We prophesy a brilliant future for this ambitious
lad.
Betty Jean Johnson
(The tables are turned and our Spot
light Editor is interviewed by another
staff members.
Chieftain, West Georgian, VRA Council.
Although the day was terrifically rainy, Mr. and
Mrs. Curtis I. Johnson of Atlanta, Georgia realized
nothing but the little ray of sunshine which bright
ened their home on the eventful day of January
28, 1930.
Her proud papa beamed over his little redheaded
daughter who was to be forever in trouble, inquisi
tive beyond words, and couldn’t wait for her sixth
year to learn her ABC’s and read in her first primer.
Kirkwood School provided her earliest education.
In 1939 she moved from Atlanta to her Grandad’s
farm in Bowman, a small town in northeast Georgia,
which had for nine years been to her a “summer
haven” for vacation days.
This life was new and inviting and took little time
for adjustment. She grew up “one of the gang” in
high school and graduated among the highest honor
graduates.
During the past two years this charming red head
has captured a place in the hearts of the students
of W.G.C. With her vivaciousness and radiant per
sonality she has become an essential part of the life
here.
Betty Jean is 5’ 4’ tall, weighs 110, has blue eyes
and freckles to accentuate her shining red hair
(which her grandmother calls golden-brown and
which Betty thoroughly enjoys hearing).
Her pet “likes” are hot shofers, gardenias, choco
late covered peanuts, cinnamon rolls, dimples, babies,
brown eyed dogs, horses, fried oysters, violin music,
and J.M.A.C. She also likes to eat in bed and sleep
late.
Besides disliking potato chips, freckles, and pepper
mints, she hates to sit still very long.
Although she says she isn’t very good at anything
she likes swimming and hunting and tennis.
Her “career-to-be” still swings in the balance a.-
whether it will be literary, technical, or family, om>
time (two years at U..of Ga.) can tell.
Good luck to you, Betty Jean, with the laughing
eyes and the bright smile. May your future be ro
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23. 19r