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PAGE TWO THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN MONDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1946 WESTERN CAROLINIAN Bi-monthly publication of the Student Association at Western Carolina Teachers College, Cullowhee, North Carolina. X CHANGE By JOE HENRY Subscription rate per college year $1.00 EDITORIAL STAFF Editor in Chief—L. H. Halliburton Associate Editors Jean Hall, Madrie Galloway Sports Editor Bobby Terrell Feature Editor Nancy Potts Society Editors Maxie Wright, Lou Lessley Reporters Betty Brown, Betty McCrow, Lucille Moore, Orville Coward. Typists Thelma Joyce Finch, Mary Long, Mary Smathers ■Faculty Advisors Mabel Tyree, Charlotte Watson Business Staff Business Mgr., Mary Hall Crawford Advertising Mgr...Orville Coward Business Advisor John Worth McDevitt Circulation Mgr., Montford Haire -Exchange Editor Joseph Henry Member ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS Distributor Of COLLEGIATE DIGEST + + SUBJECT: Illiterate digest of current Collegiate Poetry and Quips. POME 'God made man, frail as a bubble; God made love and love made trouble. God made the vine, was it a sin That man made wine to drown trouble in? Drug Clerk: "What size toothbrush do you want?" Student: "A big one, there are six in our family." —Daily Trojan, UCLA. Sammy: Won't you thing off for cash? Salesgirl: Sir! take some- It's dangerous to fall in love, but it surely is a lot of fun to stumble a little. The Diamond-back, U. Md. Statue of man on a Horse in the Park: Said the man to the horse: "I wish I could fly." Horse: "Why?" Man: "So I could get above the pigeons just one time." "Quips 6* Cranks 6* Wanton Wiles' Huba! Huba! By THE WORM BACKSTAGE MONDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1946 _i CAMPUS NEED For several years, students have been aware that this college needs a forensics council. Before the war the Debating Club, sponsored by E. H. Stillwell, Miss Cordelia Camp and Dr. A. L. Bramlett, was an active organization. Through this club, Western Carolina was represented over a period of years at several state and national forensics gatherings. When the group sponsored by Clarence Chrisman went to Raleigh last fall as representatives of this college in the Ninth Annual Student Legislative Assembly, interest in forensics again revived. To see those boys and girls stand in the legislative halls at Raleigh and express clearly and concisely their ideas on state, national, and international problems was truly inspirational. On the campus are many pre- law students who recognize forensics as invaluable training for their careers. Others desire forensics to develop good speech habits and an intelligent conception of current problems. This interest in world affairs not only is a prerequisite to good citizenship—it is also an aid to training of better teachers. To the administration this Western Carolinian makes an appeal on behalf of the many interested students: activate a Forensics Council and soon! HAVE YOU WONDERED? How many times have you sat in the library and wondered subconsciously who the bronze-finished statue was? He's a rather nice Hooking chap and not at all displeasing to gaze upon, but was your curiosity strong enough to make .you seek an answer? Well, it's as simple as this: When the •class of 1931 graduated, they chose as their motto "Adventure." At this time Richard E. Bird, explorer of the South Pole, was at the height of his career; so the seniors decided to place his statue in the library. Several individual explanations may exist for the statue, but some years ago Mrs. Buchanan overheard this one. Two freshmen girls "were discussing the portrait of Professor Madison which his wife bad painted and which at that time hung in the reading room. One girl remarked that she didn't think the painting resembled Professor Madison at all. But the other one I protested that the painting looked as much like Professor Madison as the statue did of Dean Bird. Mrs. Buchanan still wonders where the girl got the connections. It sure is a mystery to her; "it sure is." Plans Being Made (Continued From Page One) veterans' refresher program has assured a double six weeks' term for those interested in regular summer school, according to Dean Bird. The first term will begin June 10 and continue through July 19. The second term will begin July 22 and last until August 30. Provisions are underway and partly completed for a special staff to conduct the veteran training for spring quarter. Barber, looking at a young man's sleek hair: "Do you want it cut, or just the oil changed?" —Highland Echo, Maryville Col. Ain't nature grand? Whover saw a pair of lips that wouldn't fit? Apt Title: Somebody writing one of these gossip columns ought to name it "People who live in glass houses shouldn't." THOUGHT FOR TODAY They laughed when. I stood up to sing. How was I. to know I was under the table? After observing what it did for our hero, Dick Tracy, several of our chubbier numbers should consider trying the turnip and water diet. PROFESSORS Some are stout, some are thin, Some go out, some stay in, Some lie low, some are brave, Some like show, some don't sha/e, Some chase corn, some eat beans, Some are bores, some are bright, Some are quaint, some are duds, Which makes them out peculiar blokes, Or just about like other folks. —Daily Kansan, U. K. Mahatma Gandhi gets included in various kinds of scandal. The latest comes from a student at North Carolina University who claims that Gandhi left college because all the girls were after his pin. The Tar Heel, U. N. C. We surely have had a rugged winter, kids, but it's beginning to look as if spring will soon be here. Since the ground is beginning to warm up, don't you think we'd better get prepared for our Victory Gardens? For a super-duper escort to the dorm, try "Abi" Curcio. Ask Irene Jordon and^she'll tell you the same. Joe "Hem 'em up in the Dark" White is not bashful ... the light just gets in his eyes. Joe isn't a wolf either—it's just the way he says "hello—ooo!" The social dancing class surely does enjoy the floor show put on by Bye Brinkley and her fellow tumblers. Jean Rollins and Earl Martin have been selected the cutest fat couple on the campus. Look out, Barnhorst likes fat women, too! Maxie "Curl Up Their Toes" Wright has certainly been around but here's betting she can't teach Frazier anything. Jean "Eye 'Em AH' Tucker don't try to snow these veterans under. They may change your ideas by the time you're 18. Darlene when are you going hiking again? We hear hiking is pretty bad on the* clothes during muddy weather. Susie "Sweater Girl" Garland would be considered sweet if she would donate an old sweater to the Huba Huba staff for old time's sake. Virginia "Trim Your Sails" Campbell and Judson "Muscle- Bound" Cunningham have been selected the best looking slim couple on the campus. Why does Nancy Smith go around singing "Bell Bottom Trousers"? Harry the Jaynes has rejoined the Royal Order of Henpecked Husbands. Carolyn, are you trying to train "Junior" Ellis to carry your books? Don't worry, he'll be carrying them in a few weeks as domestically as did "Toots." Every time Madrie starts making good with Jim, something happens and then someone else stens in. Now she is in the infirmary. Madrie, you are having real heart trouble. The Moronic Quintet—Ironhead Hardin, Knothaid Clayton, Pin- head Jaynes and Floppear Carlock —have changed the color of their pates with the new drug "p—rox- ide." Huba Huba welcomes "Van Wiper," the newest edition to Madison Hall Menagerie. Hurry up and get in trouble, son, we need a new victim in this column. Thanks for more and better [fun!—??? "We wonder how it is that a girl who screams at the sight of a mouse thinks nothing of dating a wolf."—The Idaho Bengal, U. of Idaho. As of Wednesday, February 13, at 4 o'clock, the Worm is little less than that earthly creature, the worm. Hereafter and forever, more strict censorship goes on all gossip; so don't blame me (or Huba Huba), kids. The dirt doesn't bother me, but how it slays some! Oliven Cowen paid an enterprising journalist 10 cents (one dime) for an ad in the Western Carolin ian. The script runs something like this: "I need someone to love me." (Ad. Pd.) Application blanks will be found in Joe's. Step right up! Margaret Hill might well run another ad to good advatnage, as: Lost—one heart. She's being seen with one Paul Sutton quite regularly these days. (Now, Miss Tyree, there's nothing illegitimate about that.) Roy Ferguson spends all his time walking up Robertson hill. Which one is it, Roy, Madie B.J or Susie? To all remarks made to Mr. Houts about sleeping in Econ. class, he blandly replies that Dr. Ashbrook can't say a thing to him, or he'll jump him about dozing on Sundays. Complicated, no? Joe White, that strong, silent, dark (I could go on for hours) man has stepped back into the picture, this time with Joyce Cherry. Who said opposites attract? Cherry's a brunette, too. The Worm believes that the Valentine dance will tell all. Rumor has it that Carolyn Blankenship has asked Tommy Ellis to walk with her in May court, but will Tommy walk with her to the dance? Time will tell. Ditto with Charles Jones and Jean Hall. Ah'm just speculatin' the market, and ah hopes ah wins!! Virgil Hoglen's main object for his visit to ye olde campus seemed to be Loee Alley. Incidentally, let's give Loee three cheers—she made honorable mention for English Lit. Enough names linked together (Miss Tyree says). Doesn't anything ever happen on this campus except girl meets boy? THE CAMPUS SPOTLIGHT +* "Keep your face to the sunshine ana you cannot see the shadow." —Helen Keller. POOR POME ABOUT CLOTHES The student sweats and strains all day And works 'til two at night But teacher coolly draws his pay And laughs, with sheer delight. You wear clean clothes most every week, You brush your teeth from morn to night, You really fix yourself up sleek; You know that you look right. You comb your hair until the comb Begins to get quite hot And you don't care if somecnj says, "He thinks he's what he's not." You keep the creases in your clothes Until it ruins them awful, You needn't fret about your dough You's always got a paw full!!! This all sound good; one should Keep up with Emily Post; You know it always seems to please Your dull—uh—charming host. Well, let it go at that, you freak— Go dress until you're tite Go dress and change and change and dress Until you get it right. But don't come crying on my sleeve (Up which I laugh and cough) When you find that every night You have to take them off. —The Arkansas Traveler, U. of Arkansas. Rumor has it that play practice is back again with the same jokes and the same gripes. And it's not hard to tell who the "players" are. They're the ones with the oft' called bags under their eyes and the woe-begone look in them. J. C. "Jud" Cunningham takes time off between lines to correct Miss Tyree's (of all people) English. Mabel, a regular harper for proNOUNciation, was distinctly heard to utter "sich" for such. Mabel!! Highlight of the evening (every evening) comes when Don "Casanova" Cabe finds out that Joe's Gip Joint is open. Immediately he achieves that Miss-Tyree- have-mercy - and - let - me - go- get-something-to-eat-look. Needless to say, Don is on stage and practice is interrupted until he gets his voice way-down low and says the "right" words. Second scene, second act finds John, our boy the Mayor's son, alias Dexter, cornered by two petite brunettes making passes at him. Never to be really conquered, Dexter carries on in true Dexter fashion—and everyone knows how that's accomplished. Honorary members of the Players are Jimmy (little Rabbit-Jaw) and Dan Phillips, Big Rabbit Jaw"s brothers. According to Miss Tyree, Jimmy is to cling to Margaret Young after the fashion of that aforementioned brother. Jimmy and Dan both show future ability for the Players. Needless repetition is a something to be avoided in many cases, but almost any night you'll find Earl Martin thrusting out his fist and rumbling- "Bosh! Henry, I contend the whole question—" over and over. The highest number of times recorded that scene has been backed up at one rehearsal is 20. If practice makes perfect, it ought to be a dilly. Those that are skeptical of the hilarity at a play practice should attend. One time will be sufficient. It's the show where everything goes—and Mabel keeps shouting that the play is on its way, too. Mission: Berlin By JAMES McRAINEY, Jr. "WHAT DO YOU THINK?" I In this edition the campus spotlight is focused squarely on Professor Edgar H. Stillwell, head of the department of history. Oldest member of the present faculty of Western Carolina Teachers College, in point of service, Mr. Stillwell was appointed in 1903 by Professor Robert L. Madison, then president of this institution. He taught English here for 20 years and 1946 marks his 43rd. year as a teacher of history. Mr. Stillwell holds the B. S. degree from George Peabody College for Teachers, 1919, and the M. A. in 1934. He was a graduate student at the University of Chicago 1935-37 and at Duke University, J36-38. Hundreds of students from many states have among their fondest memories of Cullowhee the interesting hours spent in Professor Stillwell's classroom. His success as a really great history teacher lies in the fact that he makes history vital, real—something removed from the dryness usually associated with the subject. His inimitable way of 'dramatizing" the highlights of American history and government are remembered by students long after they have forgotten the purely factual material. His ability to trace the course of history, make it live with amusing anecdotes or vivid description, and draw clear- cut, appropriate analogies with other fields of endeavor, constantly amaze his students. Since there is scarcely a phrase to properly evaluate Mr. Stillwell's career as a building force in the many young lives his teachings have affected, suffice it to say in of the deficiency system whereby a list of deficient students is issued once every three weeks? Pete McDonald—"It has its good and bad points." J. C. Cunningham—"It stinks." Henry Stauffer—"It should be done away with." Joe Sellers, a day student—"It doesn't effect me one way or the other." Walter Brown Cope — "It's a waste of time." Hayes Connor—"It shows where study is needed most, but you know that anyway." Kenneth Wike—"The deficiency list is all right, but it has only restrictions; no privileges are afforded." Phyllis Dillard—"After watching it three years I believe it has done more harm than good." Mary Raby — "Don't say it 'stinks'; but that's what I think about it." Irene Jordon—"It could be OK, if effective; but it isn't effective." Mary Brown—"I don't go for it. Lowers morale." Bobby Terrell—"I disagree with it." CULLO-GRAMS By JUNIOR Flash! The deficiency list was posted in Madison Hall and promptly be-mourned! Check your air speed, don't stall out. Definitions: A pup tent is a small piece of foul air surrounded by several yards of woven material that you share with another guy whose favorite food is beans. Next to solitary confinement, it is the closest thing to privacy you will find in the army. One of the advantages of sleeping under a pup tent is that when it rains, the tent keeps everything off you but the water. Could Be: What makes the world go around? Well, we could say that it is the inertia of uncontrolled energy which originated in the beyond, but let's take an everyday example such as the Cullowhee campus. Darkness, intimate dampness, murmurs and the shuffling of muffled footsteps. "Who goes there?" sighs the darkness. "Who shall I envelop?" whispers the dampness. "Sh-h," mutters the footsteps, and Mr. Deans shuffles his way to join Mr. Crum in the girls' dormitory. Envious? ■I- ------ ■■ The mission is Berlin! Today is the second time in 48 hours that the Eighth Air Force has hit the German capital. Some curse and wish the higher-ups would let us sleep; others just curse. Eighteen silver B-17's make the before-day take off without accident, staggering their way through the heavy English fog. One by one the Fortresses break through the overcast into the daylight, climbing and circling. Half our world is light; half is dark. As we circle toward the enemy coast it is dark, but when we turn toward America the sun is shining. Flying in an easterly direction we see hundreds of other planes making the slow spiraling climb, but when we turn toward the western horizon, it is so black that it is impossible to tell how near we are to the planes. The men at first are tense; then relax as we look first into the darkness and then into the light. , One hour after leaving the ground the sun has begun to burn off the fog and England is visible once again. In the evening day is always longest in the sky. First the valleys grow dark, then hills and mountains; at last the night slowly climbs to meet the plane. Loneliness grips one as he watches the day die, but at dawn it is a pleasure to fly up into the morning and watch the birth of a new day. The 18 planes make the rendezvous over their air field and continue to another. Two more groups of 18 each fall quickly into a tight formation and the newly formed wing continues toward the target. At the coast the navigator calls up and says we are 30 seconds early; so we slowly make an "s" through the sky losing the excess time but keeping on course. Three wings of 54 planes are in front of us and six wings are behind at 3 minute intervals. After crossing the North Sea, we turn down the Elbe river towards Ham- i burg, which is still smoking from the B-24 attack the day before. Fifteen minutes inside the German coast the first enemy fighters attack. Our "little friends"— the fighter escort—give the "bandits" a tough fight, but some break through to hit the bombers. The gunners begin to call off the German fighters' positions, firing at the same time. Both sides lose some planes and several parachutes blossom from the flaming ships. All data are recorded by the navigators to be used later by our Intelligence officers. Over the target the enemy is sending up an intense barrage of fire and more planes go down. The bomb run is the most critical period of the mission because we can't use any evasive action to dodge the flak. A constant air speed, course, and altitude must be held daring the run so that we will hit the target. The bombardier suddenly shouts, "Bombs away; let's get the hell out of here!" All planes make a sharp turn and start diving and twisting to get away from the blistering anti-aircraft fire. Everyone has full power to his plane and is flying the tightest formation possible. Three planes out of 18 are gone and two have one engine "feathered" as we start the long journey home. It is a running fight all the way to the enemy coast. If one looks around he sees the enemy fighters coming in again and again; our gun turrets swing back and forth blazing death from all barrels; an enemy fighter spins to earth covered in flames; a Fortress slowly drops cut of formation with one engine smoking. At this blessed moment our fighter escort arrives in enough strength to protect us from the bandits. Out over the North Sea we start the descent from 25,000 to a lower altitude. At 15,000 feet we take off our oxygen masks and smoke a cigarette. Everyone is cold, cramped and dirty as we continue letting down. You sweat at 35 degrees below zero during a bomb run and fighter attack; when the perspiration freezes. Little tags of ice hang from the men's flying suits where moisture from the oxygen masks has dropped and frozen. Feet are numb, hands cramped and stomachs empty. Finally we sight the English coast; the first man to see it shouts out the welcome message over the interphone. When we get over the base the ships begin to peel off and land. One crashes on landing, but the crew gets out before it catches fire and blows up. Eighteen ships went out; 14 returned; one was lost in landing. It was a rough mission and we know more are to follow. The navigator gets out of his ship with tears in his eyes. Another man falls as he jumps out of his plane. His feet are so numb they are useless. No one laughs; we just help him to his feet. Trucks arrive to take us to the interrogation room, where we get coffee, a drink of Scotch and a thorough questioning. The men talk of the fight here as the Intelligence officer rapidly takes down the valuable information; new fighters, new tactics, flak, the number of men seen to bail out, damage to our own planes and other vital facts. Next we have dinner or supper or anything you want to call it. It is four in the afternoon and we have had only rock candy since two this morning. Back at the barracks we shower and hit the sack praying we aren't on a mission tomorrow. the words of Chaplain Wallace Grant Fiske, "He is a vitalizer of life, not merchant of facts; he possesses a sense of value which enables him to distinguish the things that last from those that pass and yet never confuse mountains with molehills; he has the insight to overlook the faults of exuberance, because he can see with prophetic eye the possibilities of enthusiasm." Mr. Stillwell is author of Western Carolina, a book full of the rich Indian lore and historically significant events of the North Carolina Mountain region. The stories of the Indian removal from Western Carolina, their tragic trek to Oklahoma, and the death of Old Tsali for an ideal still, considered important today are found in this book. The Western Carolinian salutes a real teacher and a truly great man, Edgar H. Stillwell! Courtesy: A jeep came tearing down through the King's park, through the King's gate, past the King's Head Inn, (obviously somewhere in England) and slid to a tire-rending stop, inches from an English bobbie, (pronounced policeman over here), "Blimey," he muttered with an English accent, "Really, old boy, must you whip through the commons at tea time —actually." The driver, an Air Forces colonel, an unshaven lad of questionable years, seemed abashed by the rebuke, so a burley sergeant, the only passenger, called the bobbie over to his side and told him the colonel had just finished his missions over Germany and wanted to learn how to drive before going home. The jeep was gunned for a take off and the clashing of gears shook tea cups in the near by inn, then sped off through the peaceful calm of balmy, wartime England. Arrington Plans To Return In Spring Lane Arrington of Waynesville, formerly a staff sergeant with the army air corps, was on the campus recently checking on courses and credits in anticipation of entering school in the spring quarter. He was discharged two months ago. A tail gunner with the 466th. bomb group of the Eighth Air force, Arrington flew 27 missions d u d i n g eight months' service in England. The war ended before he had finished a tour of 35 missions. He holds an air medal with four oak leaf clusters and three battle stars. Arrington enlisted in the air forces in December, 1942, in his junior year at W.C.T.C. He is a science and math major and a member of the Science club. BOON FOR NIGHT DRIVING Within the next couple of years you'll be using fluorescent road maps which are visible at night. These special inks were developed for maps for the air forces during the war. After checking with several, "Junior Birdmen of America," you know the "boid" with the circle around it; their favorite sport is still sacking—next, women. Convenience: While stationed in England a colored private asked his company commander's permission to get married. The company commander asked him why we wanted to get married when he already had a wife in the States. The private rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, suh, dat's all right, dis one's only tempo-ary." -oOo- JOE'S SODA SHOP For Friendliness, Relaxation And Refreshments Drop Into The {* Camp Soda Shop A Busy Corner On The Campus • • • — ■—■ *■ ——"■■"■" ""' "- -—"~— „.. —~-*

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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  • Date original: 1946-02-25;
  • Date digitized: 2017-08-24
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