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THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN 7^ l4Jei£e>ut GawUituan A Bi-Weekly Publication of The Student Association of Westen, Carolina Teachers College, Cullowhee, North Carolina. Subscription rate per college yeai $1.00 Advertising rates: Regular 40e per column inch; Contract 30c ner column inch. But every day and hour nearly, he was- using the conversation method. At The Waitress Table National AdvertisingService, Inc. College Publishers Representative ED I TO RI AL STAFF Editor Edith Wilson Associate Editor .... Ruth Barton News Editors— Theodore Perkins Genevive Summers Society Editors— Pearl Coggins Alwayne DeLozier Exchange Editor .. Horace Andrews Feature Editor .... Lillian Wyatt Charles Holloman Sports Editor Roy Harris Copy Editor Charles Moody Lucile Reynolds Thurman Perkins Faculty Advisor—■ Miss Mabel Tyree BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager— Dan B. Cooke Associate Manager — Alvin Drake Business Advisor— Mrs. Ruth Oliver Hinds The WESTERN CAROLINIAN welcomes expressions of constructive opinion on subjects of interest to the college, provided no letter exceeds more than 500 words in length, and is worthy of publication. The Editor reserves the right to refuse publication of any letter deemed objectionable. 1938 Member 1939 Pbsocicded CbUe&afe Press Distributor of Golle6iate Di6est THE GREATEST TEACHER • "In the 'Lowly Nazavene we have the greatest teacher who ever taught among men. Some teachers feel that they are making no headway in the teaching profession, 'unless they are teaching in a large school or connected with a large school system. He thought it Sufficient to take just twelve men, and give them a three-years course; to use the twelve graduates to redeem humanity and transform human society. So the teacher in the small i ay well not despise the day oi small things. Out of the small school have come some of the world's greatest men and women. The methods of Jesus involved a small training class; personal touch (veritably living with the members of the class); the conversational, story and development methods. Jesus' class was twelve in number. Twelve is considered a maximum number for Sunday School. Much sloven work is done in public schools, because the teacher has to teach the multitudes of pupils, running from 40 to 100 pupils, instead of a few to whom much .personal attention can be shown. It is true that Jesus taught the "Multitudes," but the results of this teaching, which were of maximum importance to the world, were accomplished in his immediate small class, all of whose members were at their Master's feet every day for three years. Never in the history of the world in another case have such profound results been accomplished as shown in the changes wrought in the lives of his pupils and through them such changes for the better in the world realm of human society. His pupils were not Philosophers, but just average men. So he adapted his method of instruction to their ability to understand. When he wanted to teach them a profound truth, he used a story. When one asked him a question, Jesus used the development method and led the man to answer his own question. WISHFUL WAITERS A few days ago a poor New York girl was found to be a beneficiary of a deceased millionaire's will, and thus she became one of ".he one-in-a-hundred million wishful waiters who find their wishes materialized without effort on their part. Now this writer wonders if such slender'encouragement justifies the adoption by our student body, or any part thereof, of the policy of wishful waiting. Often students are heard saying that they wish this, that, and the other. One says he would like to see our atletics grow. Another wishes that we could have a weekly college newspaper, a more enthusiastic all-round extra-curricular program, and all wish for a bigger, better, more vital Western Carolina Teachers College. Such wishful thoughts are very fine, but we have reached the conclusion that people whose thoughts go no further than creating a cerebral disturbance in their already overtaxed noggins might better be at home following the plow in some fertile field where crops grow bounti fully on a minimum of effort. It is certain that apathetic wishing will not materially help our institution. ' What we would like to se< is thinking coupled with enough energy for action. What have you done materially to bring to reality a single concrete objective of our student or administration program? Have you cooperated and participated wholeheartedly in the activities to which you belong? Did you wire or write a single word to your legislator in regard to the tuition increase 3r did you play the wishful waiter and leave the fight to others ? Have you written a single postcard urging your legislators, your family, or friends to use their influence to aid our college in searing the increased funds necessary for its expansion ? If you have done none of these, you e one of the wishful waiters. Now is the time for you to adopt an individual program of expansion. Do something! Do anything worthwhile; but, above all, avoid being a Mr. Micawber who, while voluble enough in denouncing bad situations, is content to wait effortlessly for something to turn up; for the chances are that, without your express effort, nothing ever will. Charles R. Holloman. , Pie; "Now may I have a cat-eye?" "Yes, you may." "May l have the aip, Leonard?1! "Yes, you may, Alice." "Take the brakes off the milk there," "O. K., Wayne, but save me ri utter." "Sling- me a piece Of bread. Post "Young, you are too much trou Why do you eat down there at end, anyway?" "Why, so I can see Dot Postol course!" (Much laughter). "Say, it was Virginia last qua! wasn't it, Ed?" "Yes, Helen, but of course that it past now, and—well, you know how "Everybody turn your linen tonight, and wash your water pitch( zip pitchers, and clean your sugar bowls and—" "Thanks, Fisher." "No bright remarks, Wayne.' "What a large dessert you have there, Broadus." "Now Wayne, how could you see "I didn't, I saw around it." "Oh, isn't the boy bright." "Yes, Posey he is really very bi iffit." "Gosh, there's the bell, lets go." Campus Tid Bits Woman's College Hears Mrs. Holoman We, New Deffinitions Of Things Called Boys Because of her experience with teaching a class of twelve boys in the training school this quarter, Helen Gibson gives these definitions of a boy: "A boy is a piece of skin stretched over an appetite." "A boy is a noise covered With "A boy is like an iceberg; most of him is hidden waiting for some i plorer to come along." "A boy should be called cyclone because he comes at the most unexpected times, hits the most unexpected places, and leaves everything a wreck behind him." "A boy is the fellow his mother sends his older sister to look for with this admonition: 'See what Johnny is doing and whatever it is tell him to stop it this minute." "A boy is part human, part angel and part barbarian. He can swim like a fish, climb like a squirrel, bellow like a bull, •and.ac'i like & go^se or a jackass according to climatic conditions." EMPATHY This is an age when there is much display of printer's ink. Stenographers run hither and yon, and the constant click of the typewriter becomes monotonous; the result thereof is the blackening of much clean, white paper with many needless words. The quest for the "Grail," the search for "Utopia," the long- ng for the ideal, and the instinct for form are close akin. Secretly we should rejoice to discover on the common materials of our exterior life (though ever so slight) the mould marks which betray their connection in use with some great plan or work or purposive design of the higher and unseen life. Through these moulds of form our vision is quickened to see the pattern set n the frame. Form in art, form in literature, form in manners, form in attitude, form in study, form in devotion, all are born of me great human instinct and common desire—the desire to see the common every-day life and its materials now and again dignified to the service of some higher purpose, to the participation in some greater plan in the realm of the spirit. The Aeneid is art, whether or not the critics find in the entire tory a complete plot, because there is everywhere present at all times in Vergil the quality which alone gives a plot valpe and effectiveness—and that form. The figures of speech, meter and rhythm, the recurring spithets, and the stately verses are but the evident moulds of form; but the cycle of episodes, the panoramic effects of action, the half conventionalization of the well-depicted characters, the grandeur of the whole setting, the harmony of the moods of nature with those of man, the whole atmosphere of the divinely heroic portray the very shape of the mould itself. Such an epic is art. It is abstracted from life, since it draws nearer to the stage than to the gutter: Then art, whether in the form of pictorial or plastic imagery, or of music, or of literature, gives us the moulds which fit our many separate lives. It is the master key of the feelings and emotions; the issue whereof is empathy which makes art and life (that really lives in the truest sense) inseparable as the quintessence of culture. In silent rooms where casts reflect the wall Ned Morris has changed much this quarter. Something has come over him; I wonder if Sandlin had anything to do with it? It is nice to ttle down to one girl. Ruby Bridgers was mad at David when he got back because he didn't drop her a card. David, when you go on another trip, you had better be more thoughtful or you may be minus a girl friend. Bill and Mike surely like to dance now. Wonder what has come over Bill; he didn't use to be that way. Mike must have taught him some new steps. Warning! Young men don't try to cut in on Harrison because Kathleen drives a Buick. D. W. had first claim. You may get in trouble if you try such a stunt. News Flash!! Teddy Miller has been seen with the same girl three times in succession. This is getting Interesting. Read this column for further details next week. Andrew Carter and Lois Pryor seem to be getting rather thick. Each evening after supper they stroll down to the highway and back, and they do make such a cute couple, too. Two Senators are frequently seen together in the recreation room dancing and walking around the campus, also. Both are from near-by towns. I've aften heard that, birds of a feather flock together," so this must be the way of Bobby and Mary Delle. Buck Love goes up the road toward Wike's Bridge very often now. Buck, you had better not let that boy from Tennessee find you with Katherine one night, or he may get angry with you. Jo Shufford must be in the "dumps." She was overheard singing "Lord I Can't be Happy in This World Anymore." Some one must have let her dovm in one w< We wonder why Grady Edney changed tables in the dining hall. There seems to be a girl; how about Maurine? I thought that other freshman was sweet on you. Freshmen boys seem to be your attractions. Another little romance is flourishing. Weaver McCracken walks around with the Dodson girl just like he owns the whole place. At any rate, the two make a cute couple. Wish Weaver luck. I wonder if Paul and Helen ever have an argument. If they do people seldom hear about it. Doh't 'be Itoo sure because "true love never runs smoothly." Charles McCall and Mary Lee are over their domestic troubles I think, because they are seen together frequently again. Here's hoping you get along fine now. John Jordan and Fred Baity went to Robbinsville to the dance the other night and they didn't get back until late in the morning. What was the hold up boys? Was thumbing b: or was there some technical reason Everyone hopes the Freshmen class is satisfied after the hot argument that took place in their last meeting. There seemed to be some disagreement all the way round. It was rath- BEAUTY IN WOMEN great moment any ' Saturday, February 11, 1939 Letter To Editor er c i one s The latest intellectual awakening on the campus is the Charles and Charles poetical alphabet. See Mr. McLaughlin or Mr. McCall if you want to read it. These two young men can accomplish many things when they colaborate. (Nothing in this column is intended to offend, and if any offense is felt, plea The Parliamentarian DONT'S FOR MEMBERS Of love an gleams; Imprinted ' tall, Antique, se< all The lantern lall. ; priceless palette i statues; moderns s- majesti nobl, ights of Art. To i Yes, Time is flying; Art is long; and Life With poignant pang of silence Beauty To have is passing, leaving sor rife. Roseate hues of dawn will come with rays As light to opal. You and I will cry Of Death: immortal Art can n die i McAdams. life when she is privileged to speak to more than two thousand young American :ious of that honor as I try to talk om the composite heart of what will >on be your Alumnae Association. As I stand here now, I see a girl tttng among you freshmen—a girl with wistful eyes and intent exprr- sion. She is older than you, but not so assured. She will be embarrassed if you observe her too closely, for she looks quaintly different from the rest of you—dressed as she is in a white shirtwaist, well Moused in front, with a high collar pointed up under her ears. Her long black woolen skirt |has many gores and a slight train. iHer hair is up behind and a pompadour her face. That girl is I when I entered College. May I say to you today a few of the things that I wish might have been said to her then? A poet sang to me: "I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty; I awoke and found that life is Duty." Duty first" was proclaimed from trum and classroom. Perhaps here and there a voice whispered "Beauty," but I was too inhibited to respond. t was long before I discovered that Duty" and "Beauty" may onymous. Now I believe that any duty which does not become beautiful deadly. Seek after beauty, therefore with your whole heart — beauty of mind, soul, and body. In so doing you will secure for yourself a sure measure of happiness, and will have performed the first duty of your James Montgomery Flagg, artist, once explained his interest in beauty contests—he hoped to find a beautiful woman. America is full of pretty girls, they fill our colleges, work behind counters and in offices, and smile from the silver screen. But beautiful girls are rare. Styles in beauty change but there is a mysterious element which remains constant. set of features, but from inner characteristics; poise, courage, kind- i, humor, vitality, and spirituality. Of these, I would place poise first. Poise is the essence of dignity, the charm of simplicity, the s faith in oneself, the abili ly when in doubt. ; st sten toward gaining the* beauty of poise, know many pec sultured li but they are merely mirrors of life, of them steady and true, many lem wavering and distorting. Know especially the six hundred members of your class. Plunge into the complex wonders of their varying nalities, thereby discovering u ;ed powers within them, elect] sparks which will fire your imagination and stimulate your own personality. You will then avoid the pitfall of too intimate acquaintance with a few. Cultivate ease and graciousness o manner in your approach to peoph Attend carefully to the details of dress, and learn to know your way among women as well as among men, for it is with women that you will always associate most. Seek to know your campus leaders who have been tried in the court of public opinion and found worthy. Approach all people with an open mind. Do not let yourselves be conditioned against certain persons by their resemblance to one whom you dislike. Learn to love those whom you believe to be perfect. You will thus have more friends, and fewer disappointments in them. The Greeks taught us to honor perfection. Jesus Christ taught us to e imperfect also, because there : need and possibility of growth, ize in the imperfections of your ates good growth company for Dear Editor: Three cheers for Alpha Phi Sigma! is a real step forward—this plan i publish a literary magazine. The Catamount and The Western Carolinian are serving a worthy purpose indeed, but I can think of no better way to stimulate interest in creative than to supplement the publications with this magazine. Everyone who goes to college has, at some time or another, to do research work in the writings of others and write a paper of his own based on his reading. But too often that is done as a task, and we don't allow ourselves any aesthetic enjoyment from it. The magazine in question will, doubtless, show us some talent which we have not known in our fellow students before. I think it's a most interesting venture, and I just can't wait to get my copy. L. L. W. Dear Editor: In the last issue of the Western Carolinian, some one was so thoughtful and kind to remind me that I was getting bald. Since there is an interest in it, I would like ta give the reason for my baldness. When I first came to Cullowhee I was asked why I was bald. The answer then Was that I was originally from Bald Creek. There are two other reasons that have been added since that time. I have loomed with Tomberline since I came to the campus. If this doesn't turn ones hair grey it makes it come out. The last reason for my baldness is that my hair coming out must have had something to do with it. I think this explains the reasons for my baldness. The only thing that consoles me is that a bald headed man is the one that 3 out o S. W. OUR EXCHANGE Apologies to Kilmer I think that I shall never see 3 lovely as a "B" A "B" whose rounded form is pressed Upon the record of the blessed A"D" comes easily, and yet, easy to forget. e made by fools like me But only God can make a "B." —Enotah Echoes. Timely Comparison Exams are just like women— This statement is quite right. They ask you foolish questions And keep you up all night. Ode To Roomie Who always borrows, never lends V Your Roommate. Who brings about his (her) lowbrow friends ? Your Roommate. Who hogs the only study lamp? Who uses your last postage stamp? Who wears your clean shirt out to Your roommate. But who's a constant pal to you? Who overlooks the things you do? Who knows and loves you through and through? Your Mother. —The Highland Echo. ion lis Tin nber who has just spoken" . Don't ask the presiding office] except a question o: . Don't be surprised i officer does not readily recall r name. Give assistance promptly President; epeating it, Brown." "M 8. Don't interrupt a member who is speaking except for those few things which you may do without securing the floor. . 9. Don't move that nomil closed. 10. Don't say "question" or anything else when the presiding officei asks, "Are you ready for the question?" unless you wish to the discussion. ions that Recogni the i to its developing Again—I would have yoi , your ti )ur ques ■ache. at you will, study to make yourself master of at least line of work. Nothing Will give you unite so much self-possession and Impose upon yourself the discipline of ard work, and remove from the shoul- iers of your teachers the responsibility of educating you. Take this thrilling adventure upon yourself. Looking forward four years hence, we visualize the Class of 1942 with serene, uplifted faces, illuminated with that spirit of courage which meets defeat but js undefeated; with that kindness which is the simplicity of religion; with humor which lights the darkest hours; with the vitality of health and conserved emotions, and with that halo of spirituality which comes with thinking and working, laughter and tears, and loving se Appropriate Theme Songs The Missemma recently published the theme songs of its four classes: Freshman: "Lost in a Fog." Sophomore: "'A Little Bit Independent." Junior: "I'm Building up to an Awful Let-Down." Senior: "The World Owes Me a Daffynitions MatJh—A Catholic Church therewith (lisp) Coach—A fellow gladly laying down your life for the life of the school. One of the graduates of the Zhu- kovsky Military Aviation Academy ir Moscow is First-Lieut. Marina Ras- kova, one of the three girls who fl< non-stop to the Far East and won t title of Hero of the Soviet Union. A broom lashed to the main-mast of a ship is a sign that the owner of the vessel wishes to sell the boat. -A group of church sing- Lunge—Noon meal. Grudge—Auto Hospital. Conceited—Anybody who goes to math exam without an eraser. —The Teco Echo. Definite Definitions Socialism is to have two cows and give one of them to the government. Communism is to have two eows, give both to the government and have the government sell you the milk. New Dealism is to have two cows, shoot one, milk the other and pour the milk down the sink. —The Kentucky Kernel. Some one has said: "Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, 'till nightfall; anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, lovingly purely, 'till the snn goes down and this is all that life every really means." Mr or a Elliott: Nowasem colon— i-colon is ha (ie what evive: by the way s a Semitic? , Anna Jea Anna Jean: I guess tick. its half of

The Western Carolinian is Western Carolina University’s student-run newspaper. The paper was published as the Cullowhee Yodel from 1924 to 1931 before changing its name to The Western Carolinian in 1933.

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  • Western Carolina Teachers College
• Format
  • Publications (documents)
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  • Text
• Date
  • Date original: 1939-02-11
  • Date digitized: 2017-01-05
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  • Dimension: 22" x 15"
  • Pages: 4 pages
• Subject - Topic
  • College student newspapers and periodicals
  • Universities and colleges -- North Carolina -- Cullowhee -- Newspapers
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  • Jackson County (N.C.)
  • Cullowhee (N.C.)
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  • Western Carolina University
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  • WCU Students Newspapers Collection
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  • HL_WesternCarolinian_1939-02-11_Vol07_No09
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