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FRIDAY, MAY 16, 1947
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
By GERALDINE JONES
On one hot July morning in 1928,
in the home of W. W. Jones, there
was born a little baby girl. I grew
up and lived at Forest Park. When
I was six, I started to school at
Forest Park. For one year I attend
ed this school. While in the first
grade I took expression and danc
ing.
In the summer of 1933 I went
with my family and some of our
friends to the World’s Fair in Chi
cago. I enjoyed this trip very
much. We loked at all the sights of
the city.
When I was in the second grade
I changed schools. I began going to
Jonesboro, which I liked very
much. I continued school at Jones
boro until I was in the sixth grade.
While I was in school at Jonesboro
we had lots of plays. I also took
music along with expression and
dancing. I enjoyed music very
much and got to play in many mus
ical concerts.
In 1938 my family and I took a
trip to Miami. We stayed one week
at the beach and then we went to
the Indian village by boat and after
that we came back up the Tampa
coast line. On the way back we saw
lots more small Indian villages. It
was interesting to stop and watch
some of the Indians with their art
istic work. Again in 1940 we went
back to Miami and stayed for a
week and then came back to Jack
sonville to see some of our friends.
I went to New York to the
World’s Fair in 1939. This was so
large that I only saw part of the
exhibits and things at the fair, but
what I saw was very educational
and of utmost interest to anyone.
One of the most interesting things
was the General Motors Building,
in which was exhibited the world
of tomorrow. There were villages
representing countries that were
also interesting. The Science Build
ing had many outstanding things
of interest for everyone.
In the sixth grade I started back
to school at Forest Pail':. I began
taking mandolin lessons. They
started a school orchestra and I got
to play in it.
In the summer or 1941 I went
with my family and another group
of friends to Detroit, where we
were guests of the Ford Motor
Company. We went up on the train
and while we were there we got
two new Fords and brought them
back. While in Detroit, we were
shown the sights of the city by
some of the Ford officials. We
spent one day at Greenville Vil
lage, which Henry Ford has built
with his great collection of old
things. In this village they have
the chair in which Abraham Lin
coln was sitting when he was shot.
They also have several old court
houses in which some of the fam
ous old lawyers began work. They
have the old work shop in which
Henry Ford built his first little gas
auto. Connected with this village is
his museum.
One day and night we traveled
up into Canada. This is a very
nice country. It seems just like the
United States. I was glad to go
there so I could go out of the
States just once.
When I began high school I
started playing basketball, which
has been one of my favorite sports
ever since that time. I spent most
of my time practicing and going to
games. Our team, during my senior
year, was very successful. Our girls
won every game up until the semi
finals of the tournament. We took
several trips to tournaments. One
of these was to LaGrange, where
our boys’ basketball tournament
was held. We won up to the last
game when we lost to Griffin by
only four points.
In 1942 I went with my family to
California to see my brother, who
was in the Air Corp. We took the
northern route to California and
saw all the mountains covered with
snow in the middle of June. We
stopped in Reno and saw all of the
city. In Nevada the mountains
were also pretty, but were a great
deal different from any other
mountains I had seen. They were
huge and seemed to be sort of red.
We arrived in San Francisco late
one afternoon. We went out to the
Air Station to see my brother and
he got a three-day leave. He show
ed us around the town. We went to
China Town, to Treasure Island, to
the Golden Gate Bridge, to The
San Francisco Bay Bridge, and to
many other points of interest in
the city. When we left there we
came down the coast line to Los
Angeles and to Hollywood. I saw
most of the movie stars’ homes. We
went to the studios where they re
hearse. We came on through Ari
zona and Texas and went down in
Mexico. This is a very different
kind of country. It is a very dirty
place. This was the nicest long trip
I’ve ever taken.
Christmas of 1943 I went to St.
Louis to see my brother. I went up
on the train. I only stayed a couple
of days, so I didn’t get to see much
of the city.
In 1945 I graduated from Forest
Park High School. We spent lots
of our last few weeks at school
practicing for our play and all the
other things that go with gradua
tion. We took several short trips.
Since four or five of our boys were
leaving for the services we had a
party or supper almost every night.
On graduation night we all stayed
out all night. We went to Penola
Shoals and then we went to Stone
Mountain. At Stone Mountain we
waited for the sun to come up, but
it never did, because it began to
rain.
After graduation my girl friend
and I decided to look for us a job
for the summer before entering
college. We got a job as filing
clerks at Reconstruction Finance
Corporation. I really enjoyed this
job and wanted very much to con
tinue it, but my family thought it
best that I quit and come to col
lege. In this job I learned a few of
the office procedures.
After quitting work I went to
Florida and stayed a week. I stay
ed in Daytona for four days and
then came back to Jacksonville.
While in Jacksonville, we were en
tertained by some of our friends,
which made us feel very much as if
we were at home.
In September I entered West
Georgia College. I roomed with one
of my best girl friends from home.
There were seven from Forest
Park who came down here so I
never had a chance to get home
sick.
My brother came home from the
Army just before Christmas and
this added much to my good time
at home during the holidays. He
went up to Milwaukee and brought
his girl friend down and she spent
the holidays with us, too. They
brought us back to school after our
good days were over.
In March, Dean Gunn gave me
permission to go to Milwaukee with
Carrollton Hardware
Company
62 Adamson Square
Carrollton, Ga.
Phone 74
THE WEST GEORGIAN
my family to my brother's wedding.
We left here early one Thursday
morning. We traveled all that day
and part of the night. We arrived
in Chicago late Friday afternoon.
We went to the Palmer Hotel and
got a room. Before time for the
stores to close we went shopping in
some of the big stores of the city.
We spent most of our time in Mar
shall Fields. That night my cousin,
who was in the Navy there, came
up and showed me around the
town.
We left Chicago early Saturday
morning to go to the wedding. We
arrived in Milwaukee around lunch
time and had lunch with my bro
ther. The wedding was at three
o’clock. After the wedding we rode
around and saw a little bit of the
city. That night they had a dinner
for the wedding party. After the
dinner a big reception was held at
one of the hotels. We left that
night and went back to Chicago.
Sunday I left Chicago by plane
and came back to Atlanta so I
could get back to school. That was
my first ride on an airplane and I
was anxious to travel on a plane.
At first, I was rather scared since I
was by myself. I met several peo
ple on the plane. I did get a little
sick going over the mountains.
At the last of my freshman year
I was very sick and had to go home
for two weeks. I had lots of work
to do at the last of the year to
catch up with all my work that I
had missed, but I passed with good
grades and was very happy.
Last summer I didn’t work so I
had lots of fun running around. I
took several trips to the mountains.
Also my Daddy bought me a con
vertible, which added much to my
vacation.
Now I am again at West Georgia
spending another happy year learn
ing lots and enjoying college life.
Very interesting!
Courses
For Summer
School
West Georgia has announced
courses to be offered in the term
of Summer School beginning June
12 and continuing through July 15.
College courses outlined for this
period include Social Science 102,
American Government 201, College
Algebra, Analytical Geometry, Eng
lish 101, English 102, Household
and Practical Physics, Chemistry
222, Biology 101, Biology 102, Engi
neering Drawing C, and Physical
Education.
Special emphasis is placed upon
the Teachers’ Workshop during the
summer term when elementary
grade teachers can continue their
education. These courses are ac
credited education courses which
aid teachers who are working on
degrees.
Students studying in Teachers’
Workshop may choose from the fol
lowing courses: Art 101 and 301,
Music 101 and 301, Educational
Psychology 254, English 214, Chil
dren’s Literature, Education 317,
Problems of Teaching, Education
355—Directed Observation and Soc
ial Science 306, Contemporary Soc
ial Problems.
Dr. L. E. Roberts, Dean, is direc
tor to the Teachers’ Workshop.
Miss Grace Tietje is co-ordinator
and principal of childrens’ school.
Miss Jane Woodruff is Music in
structor; Miss Katie Downs, con
sultant, and Miss Caroline Dick,
Art instructor. Mary White, Educa
tion.
Other teachers for the summer
term are: Miss Marian Crider, Miss
Ruth Sturgis, Mr. Earl Wheby, Mr.
Brooks Pittman, Dr. Charley B.
Clark, Mr. Paul Petersen, Mr.
George Adams, Mrs. C. K. Bur
roughs.
POETS CORNER
The following poem was written
by a girl on our campus. She is not
a student now but she spent the
past two years here as a student.
In an interview with her, she told
why she wrote the poem:
"The poem was written as an ex
pression of my love for West Geor
gia, not for other people to read.
The times I felt most impressed
with West Georgia were when I
was a student and walked back and
forth from V. R. A. and the library.
I was overwhelmed with the beauty
and friendliness of the whole place.
It made me realize over again how
much West Georgia meant to me.”
West Georgia
Beautiful sunsets, a full moon, the
stars,
Friendly greetings on the way to
the library
A whisper, a murmur, a buzz of
passing cars—
That’s West Georgia to me.
The flow of music as someone
plays,
It’s vespers in the gym where
someone talks,
The heart rejoices as someone
prays—
That's West Georgia to me.
Groups of two’s or maybe three’s,
Go strolling to talk on the grass,
The seats are filled under the
trees —
That’s West Georgia to me.
Chapel in the gym with a news cast
A speech by the President or
maybe the Dean
Movies that move quite fast—-
That’s West Georgia to me.
Saturday night “rec” with jitterbug
pieces,
Fun and laughter and plenty of
talk,
Where everyone stays till the
music ceases —
That’s West Georgia to me.
Colored paper of pink and blue,
Long, bright dresses from dorm
to gym,
“Stardust” booms out a dance for
true —
That’s West Georgia to me.
It’s eight o’clock and time for the
mail,
Anxiously waiting—and then a
shout,
Someone’s boy friend is about to
sail—
That’s West Georgia to me.
The horn sounds to the college bus,
Boys with ties, girls dressed up,
It’s church time —there’s a hush,
That’s West Georgia to me.
The sound of the top from a coke,
Laughter coming from the col
lege store,
If you’ve missed this gaiety folks,
You’ve missed a part of West
Georgia.
Then spring visits the place,
Someone falls for someone else.
Someone’s eyes sparkle and light
the face
West Georgia, with nature, plays
cupid.
Folsom s Dress Shoppe
Doris Dodson , Carlye , Minx Modes
Junior Dresses
Newnan Street Carrollton, Ga.
That’s West Georgia to me—
A place where the fun is fine and
clean
A campus, a friend you see,
All that is West Georgia to me.
—Chris Eidson, Summer, ’46.
Mrs. Ingram's Garden
Madolyn Manning
I'm going to walk in the garden,
Please come along with me;
And hand in hand we'll stroll along
To find what we can see.
We’ll enter 'neath the arbor,
O’er which the ivy grows.
Where the cooling air is fragrant
With scent of the full-blown rose.
Let’s seat ourselves here on the
grass,
’Neath this spreading old oak tree,
Oh look! The pansies’ faces
Are smiling at you and me.
The blue and purple iris
Are blowing about in the breeze.
They seem to weave a melody,
In rhythm with the trees.
One last yellow tulip blooming
alone,
Floats softly to and fro.
I wonder how it happened to be
The very last tulip to go.
A little bird peeks out at us,
From among the honesuckle trees,
And all about the humming bees,
Do while away their honey hours,
Among the lovely garden flowers.
The snowball bush all white with
blooms,
Nods “Good Morning” as we pass.
And scores of red carnations
Look out among the grass.
Now we must leave the garden,
It’s hidden from sight; and yet;
The magic spell of the garden,
Is one that we can’t forget.
College Store
The buzz of machines, lids closing,
the clatter of dishes, and bottles;
The hum of voices, voices loud that
want to be heard, and voices low
Belonging to those fortunate souls
who’ve found someone to love.
Over all this, the heart-stirring
rhythm of “Stardust” from the
juke,
Or, more often, "Open the Door,
Richard” sends its sound waves
hammering
Into our ears. All this, and faces —
happy faces more often but some
times
A long face with wistful eyes as
she wonders why he doesn’t come
She looks at her watch and realizes
how stupid she is, It’s only a
minute after one.
It all makes up (and exceedingly
more)
The metropolis of the campus —the
college store.
The girl who marries a no-ac
count fellow, hoping to men his
ways, generally finds he isn’t worth
a darn.
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