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THE LOSS OF FREEDOM
Ity CARL HAYWOOD
Recently a ruling wan made by the W Club
that no letters will be worn on the campus except
W's earned at West Georgia College.
We have great respect for the W Club, and
for the fine sportsmen It represents. We realize
that the members of the W Club are those people
who have worked long and hard for WGC on the
athletic field. They certainly deserve recognition!
But we cannot agree that that recognition should
be at the expense of others, and that the W Club
should have the authority to dictate to us what
we shall wear!
Many students on the West Georgia campus
earned letters in high school. It is not easy to
earn a letter in high school, just as it Isn't easy to
earn one In college. The majority of those who
own high school letters did not get them by any
thing less than two or three, and sometimes four,
years of hard work. Why, then, should we Le
allowed to wear them for a few months (during
the summer) and then be forced to discard them?
The only conceivable reason for reserving the
right to wear letters to the members of the W
Club la that they may be recognized as having
earned a letter. There are only a few high school
letters on this campus that are W’s, and these are
different in color from the WGC ones. At any
rate, by now there are hardly any people at all
on the campus who do not know which students
represent the college on the athletic field, and
which ones have earned letters.
Those of us who protest the \Y Club ruling
are not glory-seekers. By wearing our letters we
are not seeking personal glory; we merely want
to keep what we have earned, and what is right
fully ours, to wear as we please.
We salute the W Club for the good It stands
for, and the marvelous work It is doing. There Is
not a finer group on the campus. But, in the light
of these facts, we must heartily petition the W
Club to reconsider its stand on this issue, which
is vital to the good will of West Georgia
College students.
WHAT A GOOD SCHOOL
PARER CAN MEAN TO
A SCHOOL
By MARGERY GREENE
Why do schools have school papers? This is
a question that might have occurred to many peo
ple at various times. Why do students and faculty
spend several hours each week or month on some
thing which Is read in a few minutes? Just what
is the purpose of a school paper? These are
thoughts which I am sure have passed through
each of our minds at some time in our life —unless,
of eourse, we are one of those people who just take
it for granted that schools do have papers and will
continue to have them.
In my opinion the, school paper is something
much more than this. It is the voice of the school,
telling the day-by-day account of the activities of
the people in whom we are all interested. The
yearbook, of course, gives the main events, but the
paper is able to give the little, intimate side notes
which we all enjoy.
It is also an excellent way of becoming ac
quainted. For example, you may have seen a
particular person pass your dormitory in a gray
car. You don’t know his name, but would cer
tainly like to add him to your acquaintances.
Then the next time an edition of the school paper
is published, you read your copy; and in the gossio
column you find mention of a certain young man
who drives a gray car. After that, when you do
meet him, you can speak to him and call him by
his name. Then after that, you two are good
friends.
The paper also gives you the personal informa
tion which you would like to know about other
people. Possibly, mention is made of the town
from which they come, and immediately you think
of someone that you know there, which opens a
new gate t© becoming a good friend of that person.
The school paper may be read in a few min
utes, but what is read is certainly not forgotten. I
can think of no better way in post-college years
to remember those happy bygone days than the
college paper.
On the educational side of the subject, working
on the paper gives excellent experience for jour
nalism students especially. But for the students
who do not plan to follow a career of this type, it
still offers excellent opportunities as a source of
fellowship and knowledge.
MY GOAL IN LIFE
Bj BETTY JO STAPLES
I cannot be content to idle here
In this dull room where harm can ne'er befall,
Where I can never know the smile or tear
'Of one outside, or hear his feeble call.
I would be up and walking by the side
Of him who knows the Truthfulness of Life,
Nor yet neglecting him who vain has tried
To learn it. He who knows the storm and strife
Must needs be comforted and soothed
And given inspiration still to climb.
For when a goal is reached it must be moved
A little closer up to things sublime.
No better way, no nobler way I see
To lift a goal beyond the grasp of man,
Than living to serve others every day
Then my goal is that I may be a friend.
West Georgian Staff, 1948-1949
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF j. c. Lovett
ASSOCIATE EDITOR Max Prince
FEATURE EDITOR Elizabeth Ross
SPOTLIGHT EDITOR Bill Breed
NEWS EDITOR Beverly McDonald
SPORTS EDITOR Jo Perkins
BUSINESS MANAGER Joyce Cumnle
CIRCULATION MANAGER Jane Greer
!• ACULTY ADVISOR. Miss Marie Campbel.
REPORTERS: Margie McPherson, Jim Hamilton, Jackie Hay,
Margery Greene, Ruth Earle, Marion Ewing, Fleta Crews, Carl
Haywood.
IN MEMORY OF
CARL STEVENS, JR.
Carl Stevens, Jr., of the Class of IU4N, came to his tragic
hut heroic death October the thirty-first. Local and State
papers carried an account of this incident.
\oung Stevens exhibited the eourage and stamina
worthy of the bravest. Few men met duty as he met it—
unselfishly, courageously, and bravely. West Georgia
College is glad to claim him as an alumnus and son. The
Institution will cherish the memory of this fine lad.
RELIGION
By J. CARSON PRITCHARD
Religion is something you can get along without—just as you can
get along without sense, or money, or friends, or health, or travel.
Religion is something which sounds the alarms in your life. We
hear few alarms which mean "Run for your life”; usually the alarms
say, "Arise —it’s time to get up.”
Religion is the bridge over which the best things have been brought
into life —things without which life wouldn’t be worth a snap of the
finger.
Religion is like a friendly old person to whom we can confess our
foolish mistakes —old enough to know that one more honest mistake or
failure isn’t going to upset a world which somehow weathered our par -
ents’ mistakes and those of their parents.
Religion isn’t a gyp game which asks little and promises much. It is
honest effort for high stakes —the stakes being yourself—a child of God.
Religion wins rewards but before that it wins victories.
Religion may make a bigot of you, or a saint.
Religion gives you a handle to take hold of life with. Some people
lug their burdens through life as if they were laden suitcases with a
broken handle.
Religion may spotlight the distant trail —likely it, like a smoky
pine torch, will light the path one step ahead.
Religion may make you healthy, wealthy or wise—it will make your
health, wealth, and wisdom add up to something.
Religion may act like a stimulant or sedative —it will probably act
more like bread and water.
Religion may answer all of your questions. On the other hand, it
may raise questions you would otherwise never have had to ask or
bother with. You may not live without a doubt; but, without a doubt,
you will live!
Religion is a power that lets you do miracles—like holding your
tongue at times, and not holding it at times when you should speak out
(the greatest miracle of all being the one which, on rare occasions, tells
you which of these is which); miracles like forgiving your friends; mir
acles of feeling which keep you from growing morbid over failures or
vain over achievements.
Religion puts off until tomorrow those things which you could do
today which are not worthy of you now or ever.
Religion makes you laugh and sing and smile —and also grit your
teeth brace yourself and attack gross evil in its vitals (which is where
evil touches your desires and inclinations) where that parasite attempts
to live off of your best self.
Religion is the anchor in the storm. It is also the sail taking the
first breeze.
This is written to remind you that religion, a usual emphasis at West
Georgia College, will have special emphasis soon during Religious
Emphasis Week.
WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THEM
In a world threatened by another war, Americans across the nation
paused on Armistice Day, last Thursday, to pay tribute to the heroic
fighting men who valiantly sacrificed their lives in past wars so that
their country might preserve its beloved principles of democracy, which
our forefathers fought bitterly’ to obtain.
As the President of the United States reverently placed the wrearh
upon the tomb of the unknown soldier, the historic Potomac River in
the background witnessed the ceremony, smoothing its mighty waters
as if in commendation. The bugler’s call broke the silence of Arlington's
green, rolling hillsides, which are burdened with the remains of thous
ands of dead, and set off hv continuous rows of significant little white
crosses.
It matters not whether they died in the charge up San Juan Hill,
at St. Michiel, or at Guadalcanal, but, rather, that their souls are gone
from this world forever, their bodies embedded in the same earth from
which God made them. They lie as worthless sticks of wood, their lives
gone, their duties performed.
But though they' are gone, we have not forgotten them.
Why must the nations of the world continue to plunge themselves
into devastating wars of which, in reality, there are no victors? Why'
do men have to die on the battlefields their lives taken away in an
instant by the sting of blazing bullets that cut them down like clay'
pigeons? The advancements which accompany war are more than
overshadowed by the conflict’s aftermath- -disease, hunger and hard
ships. Must national sovereignty always be placed before world peace?
Each day that passes brings us news of ‘cold wars” and strained
relations, of rebellions and bloodshed. The efforts of conscientious peace
advocates lose their meaning as the mutual distrust of one world power
towards another covers the globe.
Shocking as it may seem, perhaps some time in the near future Amer
icans will be pausing to pay tribute not only to the dead of past wars,
but to those of World War 111.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1948
Campus Spotlight
JUNE STARLING
This oioe-eyeu orownette is living proof
positive that brains and beauty can be included
in the same package (and what a package!).
Born in Thomaston, Georgia, June 25,
193 1, June lived there until 1945. Attended
R. E. Lee High School for two years, then
completed her public school education at
Zebulon High. Was quite a “wheel” there;
President of the Senior Class, Secretary Tri-
Hi-Y, debates, Editor of Annual, and the First
Honor Graduate.
Fried chicken favorite food. (Can cook it,
too.) Roommate —Fran Jamerson. (Poor
kid! Has to listen to interminable impromptu
debates).
Favorite hobbies: Drawing pin-ups (ref.
Bob Mclnvale) and being nasty to people in
the chow line. Last year she was third hash
slinger from the left; has since been promoted'
to post of insulter to take over the job left
open by Merle (1 hate everybody) Golden,
queen of ’em all.
Won the post of Vice-President of Fresh
men last year by sloshing more goulash on
the plates of her constituents-
Although obviously cut out for a politician,
June intends to teach school next year, and
then go on to the University of Georgia.
The men in her life at present seem to be a
football player at North Georgia, and a de
fender of democracy stationed with the Air
Force in Texas. According to June, the latter
has a considerable edge, as she refers to him
as “the” one.
June and Margie McPherson are the only
survivors of last year’s varsity debate team,
but she has high hopes at present of organiz
ing another group adept at prognostication.
Psychology, Social Science, and English are
this chick’s favorite subjects.
All these things and many more go to make
up this little lady with the encyclopedic per
sonality, and so, in closing, may I respectfully
say: “L. S.-M. F. TANARUS.! L. S.-M. F. TANARUS.!” (Love
Starling-My Favorite Tomato!.
WHY NOT SOME SPIRIT?
Much has already been said concerning so
called “school spirit,” but apparently it is nec
essary to bring up the subject’again.
First of all, what is school spirit, and how
far reaching is it? Most of us think of giving
out with a few muffled yells at ball games as
the only example. In actuality, school spirit
includes any number of phases of campus life,
and extends at times off campus. It is a defi
nite pride which is taken by a student for his
school and its activities. We might even say
that pride in ourselves could come under this
category. Certainly it bears a close relation
ship to school spirit.
If we students apply a little more time and
effort scholastically, then the acclaimfor our
college will be much greater in the eyes of out
siders. Similarly, care of school property is a
determining factor in the school’s prestige.
Off campus, we should refrain from point
ing out all the school’s faults while at the same
time failing to enumerate its advantages- A
student’s behavior off campus often causes ob
servers to pass an opinion on the entire school.
At recent football games particularly the
Homecoming game, the lack of enthusiasm
was regretfully obvious. Only a handful of stu
dents voiced cheers for their'team. Cheers are
great morale builders, for the rooting section
as well as for the players. Don’t quit yelling
because your team is losing. Yell louder!
This is your school. Support it!
The Best of the Bargain
Are you seeking the best of the bargain?
Here's a rule that has never failed yet:
In all that you do you will prosper
If you try to give more than you get.
It s the good xv ill that lends to your service
All the grace of a gift, not a debt,
Just a bit of yourself which is added
M hen you try to give more than you get.
For life’s measure heaped full running over.
Can to no one bring loss or regret;
And it’s always the best of the bargain
To the folks who give more than they get.
Author Unknown.