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CAMPUS SPOTLIGHT
FLETA CREWS
William Shakespeare, Horace Greenley,
Robert Benchley, and Bob Hope—that’s the com
bination; and the description's: incredible!
Never before has the world seen such a com
bination of literary idea, journalistic style, and
wit, but—hold your hats—we have it right be
fore us on the West Georgia College campus,
and the personification of all this is none other
than Fleta Crews. Surely there are not any stu
dents of this college who have not read and en
joyed Fleta's features in the West Georgian, and
one of them, the one on Oak Mountain, receiv
ed recognition from as far as Pennsylvania.
Fleta comes to us from Moultrie, Georgia,
way down in the heart of the deep South. She is
an unreconstructed Rebel, and rightly proud of
it. She came to West Georgia in September, 1948,
in order that she might try her ideas on a small
group first, and since that time she has been a
constant source of merriment and inspiration.
She lives in Melson Hall, works in the store,
and is president of the Press Forum, publishers
of The Quill.
Fleta likes very much to eat, but would
rather write. Most of all she likes witty people;
even in Moultrie High School, she was consid
ered the most witty (or nit-witty) girl. She
would like to study journalism, probably at the
University of Georgia.
Fleta has ambition; she has ability; she has
personality. Fo rail these and for her honest ef
forts on the staff of the Weft Georgian, we turn
the Spotlight on Fleta Crews.
There She Blows!
By PAT FLORENCE
No one on the campus has been Whaling
lately and yours truly has not been reading Mel
ville’s "Moby Dick. “There She Blows” refers to
a phenomenon which has happened recently
right here on the West Georgia campus. You
probably would never guess wi at the phrase
meant unless—unless you are, by some fateful
happenstance, a resident of Adamson or Meson
Hall. In which event you would clearly inter
pret the eclamation in relation to the Boiler
trouble experience by those girls just before
Spring Holidays. But the girls aren’t griping—
Heaven’s no! For them it has been one of the
most powerful (if a bit expensive) social reforms
in the history of West Georgia College.
This social reform got off to a frigid start
when the boiler burst in Adamson Hall and chilly
drafts began to reach the ears of Melson maids
that the poor unfortunates were without heat.
The Melsonites got busy and invited their Adam
son friends over to spend the night in their
cozy rooms. Miss Howard had a hard time sup
pressing the elated spirits of the guests and
their hostesses, but the night passed with no
reported misdeeds of serious nature—at least
not serious enough to merit the justice of the
famous “Blue Room.” A certain little brunette
was heard to exclaim, “Maybe they won’t get it
fixed and we can stay again tonight—l hope!!
I have heard of chain reactions—but this is
beginning to look suspicious. When one boiler
burst—that was explainable—but when Melson
Girls awoke one Saturday morning to hear the
news that they were now the victims of Boiler
trouble—that wasn’t an easy piii to swallow. The
ed girls that could go home—went! The rest mi
grated to Adamson where they were to receive
four-fold the amount of hospitality they had
given the Adamsonites when they were their
guests.
But why do I call this a Social Reform? My
reason is this: Girls living in the same dormitory
naturally know and enjoy the personalities and
friendship of one another but there is not enough
and should be more social relationships between
the girls in separate dormitories. Inter-Dormi
tory parties might solve the problem. Perhaps
simply visiting among the girls would improve
the situation. Whatever plan is employed should
help alleviate the barriers ’oetween the girls and
bring them closer together. Anew boiler is re
ported on the way to solve the heat problem—
but we feel we have a greater problem. I won
der how much dynamite it would take—maybe
a large fire cracker—Hey, don’t look at me! I
was just thinking . . .
WEST GEORGIAN STAFF
EDITOR - Barbara Goen
ASSOCIATE EDITOR Max Prince
NEWS EDITOR Holland Jackson
FEATURE EDITOR Pat Florence
SPOTLIGHT EDITOR - H. Carl Haywood
B'ASHION EDITOR Lucrete Marshall
WOMEN’S SPORTS— Judy Crowder
MEN’S SPORTS Harmon Smith
BUSINESS MANAGER Evelyn Jordan
CIRCULATION MANAGER Doris Alexander
TYPISTS Doris Cole, Meredith Wright
FACULTY ADVISOR Miss Marie Campbell
REPORTERS
Elizabeth Ross, Fleta Crews, Guenter Swartz, Joe
Ann Buford, Willa Jean Teel, Peggy Jones, Julian
Amos, Dorothy Williamson, Julia Carwile, Cissie
Thompson, Kenneth Turner, Kenneth Cadenhead,
Louise Boswell, Jake Jarrell.
Member
Ftssodoted Collegiate Press
Bedlam Behind the Scenes
By DOROTHY WILLIAMSON
Can you imagine spending ten hours on a merry-go-round while
you are trying to write a term paper, and a Spike Jones record is
playing on one side of you and an electric drill going full blast on
the other? You can? Then you either need to see a psychiatrist, or
you’ve already had a glimpse of what goes on behind the scenes on
Registration Day!
Let’s just suppose for a while that you are a student worker
assigned to the Registrar’s Office, and it is the day for registration.
You arrive at the office early. (Around 7:30, to be exact). You start to
arrange in proper order the little blue class slips that you spent last
month making. Two minut'es later you discover that the slips for
Math. 224 are missing. For the next ten minutes you write “224”,
“8:00,” and “Math” approximately 5000 times. (The above figure is
your own estimate, aand not necessarily the number of students en
rolled in Math 224).
By this time the windows are open and students are beginning
to pile up three deep in front of them. You spend the next two hours
turning from window to table to desk and back to window, passing
out class slips, registration cards, and paper clips. One of your shoes
has a tack in it that is slowly boring a hole in your toe, but you can’t
stop long enough to find out which one it is.
You are now handing out cards and slips automatically, so you
begin to notice to whom you are handing them. Of course the first
person you see is a girl friend whom you haven’t seen since last sum
mer. While she is telling you how she got the diamond third-finger,
left-hand, the people behind her are becoming just a little impatient
and are giving you some dirty looks.
Finally she moves on. Now another problem arises. The classes
are beginning to be filled. This is the time when you can either de
velop your patience or lose your job. After saying, “I’m sorry, but
English 102 at 10:45 is already closed,” for not less than thirty-three
times, you suddenly discover that you’re hungry.
Since the people who are registering seem to be on hungry strikes,
you decide to snatch a bite while you work. Just as you take a bite out
of a sandwich (ala Dagwood Bumstead), a boy whom you are sure
could be the Love of your Life walks up to the window. You smile
seductively. Have you ever tried to look seductive with a slice of
salamie the size of a saucer dangling from your teeth, and a blob of
mayonnaise oozing out the corner of your mouth? As you push the
salami back into your mouth, he says, “May I have my cards, please,?”
and you reply coyly: “Um klus oo klum,” losing half a dill pickle in
the process.
After downing your broken heart in a bottle of coke, you get back
to work again. Finally the last straggler has registered, and you are
ready to close the window. Ah, rest, you say. Oh, no, not yet—there’s
more. Did you ever try to help divide 1700 class slips to be sent to
the individual teachers, and still be ready for a seven-o’clock date?
(I didn’t get these lines in my face from thinking!)
At last you’re ready to go. Just as you are leaving, you happen
to pick up a Freshman’s registration card. In the blank space beside
the question “Born,” this enterprising youth has written in bold letters
the answer: “Yes.” And that, my friends, is enough for one day!
THE WEST GEORGIAN
TUESDAY. MARCH 28. 1950
CAMPUS SPOTLIGHT
JOANNE ROARK
Personality, charm, intelligence—all are de-.
scriptive of Joanne Ruark, one of the most uni
versially-liked girls on the campus. To this we
might add “dependable,” for that is Joann’s most
outstanding characteristic.
Hailing from Woodbury, Georgia, Joanne
has always exemplified that which is admirable
in any girl. In high school she was quite an out
standing student, both from the standpoint of
scholarship and extra-curricula activity. She
came to West Georgia in September, 1948, be
cause she had heard a great deal about the
school, and it seemed to be just the type of
friendly and congenial place that she likes.
Since that time, both she and West Georgia have
benefitted mutually by her attendance. She is
president of the Women’s Athletic Association,
vice-president of the Voluntary Religious Asso
ciation, and a resident of Adamson Hall. The
girls in Adamson, recognizing her ability and
leadership, elected her president of the dormi
tory, and Mrs. Shannon says that Joanne is one
of the best girls she has ever had. Recently,
Joanne was chairman of the VRA Red Cross
drive, and was directly responsible for making
it one of the most successful that we have
known.
KEYHOLE SKETCH:
Favorite Food: She really is not particular!
Favorite Sport: Basketball.
Hobby: Sports, reading.
Favorite Activity: Doing those things that
help others.o
For her dependability, for her willingness
to work, for the beauty that her per
sonality bring to all of us, we earnestly salute
Joanne Ruark. Her studious intellect and her
ambition for living have endeared her to West
Georgia College.
Lend a Helping Hand
By JULIA CARWILE
Have you ever stopped to think how your
life would be without friends? You would have
no one to confide in and no one would be will
ing to stop and listen to your troubles. The
world would indeed be a miserable place in
which to live.
But again you stop and think, you do have
friends—a whole world full of them. Everyone
is .interested in you and your activities.
Another question that you might ask your
self is this; are you worthy of having all these
friends? Hove you stopped to neiriend someone
along the way of life’s journey?
As you stop to ponder over these questions,
you might find that you haven’t been the best
friend possible. You have not offered your as
sistance where it was needed most and you fail
ed to give your classmates a cheery greetings
when you enter class. You haven’t tried to co
operate with your roommate and others that
live around here. Maybe you are one of the few
people who consider themselves to be the best
friend possible. If you are, and continue to live
up to all the standards of a good and loyal
friend, you are indeed worthy of great praise.
When Christ said, “Do unto others as you
would have them do unto you,” He was not
giving that rule to apply to the other person,
he meant it for YOU. If every one of us as
students of West Georgia College would take
this Golden Rule and apply it to our daily cam
pus life, think of what a wonderful place it
would be. And again what if each of us tried
to show a friendlier spirit, think how peaceful
and pleasant this campus would be.
As we enter into anew quarter of work,
may we make a mental note to be better friends
and classmates.