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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23, 1947
CLUB NEWS
Spanish Club News
West Georgia’s Spanish Club
met on April Fool’s Day to see
some slides of various European
countries shown by Jimmy Over
ton. Members of the science club
were guests. In addition to seeing
the slides, members made plans
for the next meeting.
French Club News
Le Crecle Francais met on
Tuesday evening, April 8, at 7:00
o’clock with president Margaret
McWhorter presiding.
The life and writings of the em
inent French essayist, Michel De
Montaigne, were discussed. Mar
garet Ann Church gave an inter
esting account of his biography
and Helen Brown interpreted one
of his essays in which he dwelt
upon his stomach ulcers and care
ful diet.
The meeting was then adjourn
ed and the club enjoyed refresh
ments furnished by Jimmie Over
ton and Marguerite Harper
Alpha Psi News
Alpha Psi seems to have been be
hind with their business as this
was the first meeting since the
spring holidays. On Monday night,
April 7, a regular business meeting
was held. There had been some dis
cussion as to whether Alpha Psi
would sponsor a dance this year.
This was discussed and the mem-
Autobiography
By JOYCE HUTCHESON
I was born on October 5, 1929 in
Buchanan, Georgia. I am still liv
ing there now. I have six brothers
and one sister. My sister is older
than I. I have two brothers who
are younger than I and they are
still going to high school.
When the war started my four
Navy. Hamby, the oldest was killed
two years ago last September. Bill,
the next one to enlist, served in
the Seabees for three years. Len,
my brother who is now going to
school at West Georgia, College, en
listed when he was sixteen years
old. Robert, the next one to en
list, served for three years. He is
now married and living in Buch
anan, Georgia.
My two younger brothers who
are are stil in school, are planning
to go to Berry College when they
finish. Josh, the youngest, is thir
teen years old. Richard is fifteen
years old and is in the tenth grade
in high school.
My mother is a school teacher
and my daddy is a policeman. My
mother used to teach regular when
1 was going to grammar school, but
now she teaches when someone is
absent. When I was a little girl I
used to go with my mother to teach
school. All of the school children
would want to play with me. Now
that I am older I think about the
times when I used to go to school
with mother when I was a little
girl and wish that I was still a lit
tle girl and going to school with
my mother. Most people would
think that was not such an impor
tant incident in your life but that
was one of my happiest times.
The first thing we had to worry
about was a way to get some mon
ey to go on this trip, then we would
decide where and how we would
get there. A lot of us had good sug
gestions as to what we would do to
make the money to go on this trip.
Finally we decided that w'e would
give two plays, one at the begin
ning of the year and another at the
bers voted to sponsor the dance as
v\as customary.
A meeting of the Future Home
makers of America was held on our
campus April 19 and plans were
discussed for guiding them over
the campus and being helpful to
them in any way possible.
Two delegates were chosen to at
tend the state meeting of Home
Economics Clubs which is to be
held at Bessie Tift College the
week end of April 18 and 19. The
meeting was then adjourned.
VRA Council
Elects Officers
The VRA Council is composed of
thirty members and has for its of
ficers a President, Vice-President
and Secretary-Treasurer. If, for any
reason the council loses a member
it is customary to select another to
take his place and keep the num
ber constant. At the beginning of
Spring Quarter, Evelyn Malcom
transfered to the University, leav
ing the Council with an open place
for membership and Vice-President.
At a recent meting the remaining
members of the Council elected Sue
Quinton to the post of Vice-Presi
dent and Edwin Brock as anew
member.
On the week end of April 11-12-13
four Council members represented
West Georgia at a state-wide re
treat of the Students Christian
Association at Salem Camp Ground
near Conyers. Those attending
from West Georgia were Dorcas
Baker, Polly Grifin, Ross Miller
and Betty Bettis.
last of the year. The first play that
we gave was called “What A Life”
by Clifford Goldsmith. It was a
three-act comedy. The first night
that we had planned to give this
play, was preceeded by two days of
snowing. We didn’t know whether
to go ahead and try to present the
play or not. We finally decided that
we would go ahead and give it;
snow or no snow.
We didn’t make so much that
night so we decided that we would
present the play again. About two
weks later, we gave the play again
and it was really a success and we
made quite a bit more money on it
than we did the first time.
At the last of the year we gave a
more serious type of play. It was
called “Big Hearted Herbert.” We
made more money on this play
than we did for the other one. Af
ter saving money from the other
play and paying all our other ex
penses and collecting ads we had
made around S6OO. We all felt very
proud of ourselves and knew that
we were going to have a wonderful
time on our trip.
In my last year in high school
we had twenty-six girls and boys
to graduate. We had been making
plans all year to go on a trip when
we were in our last year in high
school. Since almost all of us had
gone through from the first grade
on to our last year in high school,
we wanted to do something that we
could always remember.
Our next job was to decide
where we would go. Some of the
students wanted to go to Washing
ton and some of them wanted to
go to Florida. The place where we
finally decided to go to was the
Smoky Mountains.
What we had to decide on next
was a way to get there. We
thought it would be better to char
ter a bus to take us, but we then
decided that it would cost too much
money. We had one boy in our class
whose daddy was a bus driver. We
thought that if we could get him
to take us on his school bus that
maybe he wouldn’t charge us so
much. He said.that he would take
THE WEST GEORGIAN
us for SIOO. Everyone thought that
was a reasonable price.
What we had to do next was to
get class to all agree on the time
to leave and how long to stay. Most
of us wanted to leave about six
o'clock the next morning. We took
a vote on it and the majority of
the class voted to leave about an
hour after we graduated.
All during our graduating exer
cises, none of us could think about
anything but how much longer the
speaker was going to delay us from
getting on our way. Finally the ex
ercise was over and we could be on
our way.
We left around 11:00 that night.
After traveling for about four
hours and singing almost all the
way everyone was ready for a good
night’s sleep. We had reservations
in Bryson City, North Carolina in
nice modern cabins. We got there
about ten o’clock the next morn
in. Most of us were so tired that all
we could think of was to get some
thing to eat and then go to sleep.
Then there were, of course, some
who just couldn’t wait to see
everything so they started explor
ing immediately.
Our cabins were very clean and
modern. We had four girls to every
cabin. This place was situated be
hind all of those beautiful moun
tains and had a river running in
the back of the cabins where we
could fish or go boat-riding. At
nights, lot of times, we would all
get together and have a party on
the lawn in the back of the cabins.
Coming back, we all decided that
we wanted to come back by Look
out Mountain. We really had a lot
of fun there. It was really hard for
the bus to pull some of the steep
mountains but it made it much to
our amazement. It took us about
four hours longer coming back than
it did going.
We all had e. very nice trip and
not any of us would have taken
anything for going. I think that we
all had more fun on that trip than
we did doing anything else in high
school.
After I got back from my trip I
wanted to work somewhere during
the summer. I got a job working in
the Ordinary’s office selling mar
riage licenses. That was really a lot
of fun, too. I worked there until I
started to college in September.
Sometimes I think that I have
had more fun since I came to col
lege than I did in high school, al
though I do miss my friends in
high school. I am enjoying college
almost as much as I did high
school. At first, I didn’t like the
idea of -coming to college at all
but mother tried to tell me that I
would have a lot of fun as well as
have to study a good bit. I didn’t
believe her then, but I do now.
W.G.C. Observes
Holy Week
The week beginning with Palm
Sunday and closing with Easter
was commemorated in a rather
unique way by members of the
Voluntary Religious Association
this year.
Miss Bess Stratton, a visiting
author in Carrollton, wrote a
Lord’s last week and this drama
was given through a medium of
choral speech, music, and pic
tures. She and Mr. Carson
Pritchard, of the Carroll Service
Council, offered the West Georgia
Voluntary Religious Association
the opportunity of helping them
put on this program and the VRA
gladly accepted. Students volun
teered from all over the campus,
with about thirty participating.
This program was presented at
the Centralhatchee Methodist
Church on Palm Sunday night*
over WLBB the following Wed
nesday, in assembly on Good Fri
day, and at the Villa Rica First
Baptist Church on Good Friday
evening.
Smooth Sayings
Yvonne is gone, June is still here.
Beter make up your mind, Johnson.
Your bets won’t be too high.
Silence was wonderful while
“Stogie” Hill was gone, wasn’t it.
"Dippy" you pore sole, why don’t
you let “Dickey" Nutall in on the
secret ?
Congrats to Willis Huff and Sara
Berryman on their engagement.
Bill Spence, that shipment of
charm from Middle Georgia is on
his way to romance. The girl is
none other than Edith Kiesler the
Maid of Honor of the May Court.
Good picking, lad.
“Monkey see —monkey do,” so
the saying goes. Could that explain
the reason Burke Baldwin was
climbing a tree on the front camp
us or was he trying to impress
“starry-eyed’ Ann Holcombe?
Who’s getting the run around
now, Gilson or Andy Rouch? May
be Betty Zane Caswell could ans
wer that one.
Now we know where Betty Jean
Anderson’s money goes. The pinball
machines at the Varsity. Oh! Mrs.
Shannon!
TO ALL BOYS: Lydia Justice,
the new red head, is not tied
down.
A hunting we will go at 2:00 A.
M. or so Bill (Leroy) Lewis says.
The rabbits were plentiful but no
luck —blurred vision.
Percy Payne is losing no time
ir. getting her male character. He’s
none other than Gerald (Golden
throat) Sheats. She likes ’em with
black wavy hair.
Has Dunaway got "Stardust” in
his eyes or heart? At least the
tune’s dedicated to Carolyn Mc-
Curdy.
Traylor is without worries now.
He seems to be in, like what Wil
son???
The Wright Bar and Casino has
reopened after a brief closure. All
patronization is appreciated.
Quantity Lipstick Girls
By TOM JUNEMAN
Do the girls at West Georgia Col
lege wear too much make up? This
is a question that some thought
should be given—how about that
boys—especially in the dining room
(chow hall). Yes, beyond all doubt
our senoritias of the campus are
going glamour at meal times. Now
to get down to facts, with lipstick
heading the list. Would it be pessi
mistic if our girls didn’t bedeck
themselves with flaming red, vio
lent, pink lightning, bachelor car
nation, and etc., but still, isn’t it
just as bad to have lipstick drip
ping from their lips.
We still have to live among other
people, so why not ease up on some
of that lipstick, especially at meal
times —if quantity shall prevail
please remove partly before eating.
I have been watching the girls
since I first came to West Georgia
in the fall, and because of that; my
Make Our Store Your Headquarters When In
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We Garry a Complete Line of Drugs and Drug
Sundries of Every Description.
Carrollton Drug Company
Thomas R . Luck , Owner
Newnan Street Carrollton, Ga.
desire to put this subject before
the public has increased until
now. My feeling toward women
isn’t unjust or bias (I like girls, oh
boy!). It isn’t only that I believe
myself qualified to write on this
subject, but I have conducted a poll
at random finding only two people
out of forty-nine, whom I contact
ed, who says a majority of girls
don’t wear an excess amount of
lipstick.
While conducting said poll I was
requested to insert a few quota
tions from some of our students.
For this I have selected three at
random on our campus. Harl C.
Duffey says, “War paint is neces
sary for the girls, but we go to the
table to eat —not fight.”
Edwin Brock says, “It isn’t satis
fying to get a glass with a day old
lipstick attached.” Also our presi
dent of the freshman class has a
comment on this subject. David
Jackson says, "Statistics say the
modern post war girl uses less and
lighter shades of lipstick."
I guess the most devastating
feats of these —shall I say, “quan
tity lipstick girls”—is when the
cute little girl setting next to you
leaves a big smear of “it” (lip
stick) on her glass or cup for you
to gaze at throughout the meal.
Why couldn’t you girls remove this
life-giving adornment before eat
ing instead of seeming to gloat over
the fact you are wearing “REV
LON” and can smear it over your
glass, cup, silver, and anything: else
that might make contact, so setting
up a chain reaction.
What I spoke of in the proceed
ing paragraphs, I hope will be an
inspiration to let our gay, joyous,
and most beautiful girls of West
Georgia realize that too much
make-up is degrading to one’s
character.
Yes, girls, I think if I were you,
I would take heed to these sugges
tions and become more lipstick
conscious.
A Cromer
Starting with the May issue of
the West Georgian, we have begun
anew feature which is to be called
‘The Poet’s Corner”. This column
will be contributed to entirely by
the student body. All of you ama
teur poets and lovers of the finer
things of life who love to write for
your own amusement or amaze
ment, are asked to contribute your
poems to this publication. The best
two poems entered each month will
be published. No contributions will
be returned unless requested.
NIGHTMARE
One recent night I had a dream
Oh, no, not one that made me smile
For some queer distorted organism
Danced before me all the while.
Are you an element or a compound?
I am neither, for I’m diffused
So that makes me a molecule
Or an atom, as I’m accused of being.
Are you a pinnate leaf or palmate?
Are you a terminal bud or scar?
Don’t say you’re in a whom arrange
ment
Whatever you say you are.
Are you a Thallophyte or Bryophyte?
Oh, existing being, please say
If you’re a monocot rodicot
Oh, gee, please go away!
—Anonymous.
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