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PAGE TWO THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN FRIDAY, APRIL 26, 1946 WESTERN CAROLINIAN Bi-monthly publication of the Student Association at Western Carolina Teachers College, Cullowhee, North Carolina. Subscription rate per college year $1.00 EDITORIAL STAFF Editor in Chief—L. H. Halliburton Associate Editors Jean Hall, Madrie Galloway Sports Editor John Crawford 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 Pbsocicrfed Cblle6tate Press Distributor Of COLLEGIATE DIGEST FRIDAY, APRIL 26, 1946 JOHN MAGEE'S SONNET The sonnet, High Flight, re printed below, was written during the early days of the war by 19- year-old John Magee, dark-haired, sensitive RCAF pilot officer. In 1939 Magee, born in Shanghai of English missionary parents, became a citizen of the United States. He was graduated from Rugby, famous English school in 1938 and when lie came to the U. S., he attended Yale university. In 1940, Magee enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force and went overseas for combat service after a short period of preliminary training. Ma- gee's parents, the Rev. Mr. and Mrs. John C. Magee of St. John's church, Washington, D. C, were informed in December, 1941, that John was killed in action "Some- 'fthere in England." High Flight Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laugh ter-silvered wings, Sunward I've climbed, and join ed the tumbling mirth Of suifcsplit clouds—and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of— wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence, hov'r- ing there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, "Where never lark or even eagle flew And while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space -Put out my hand and touched the face of God .... ON RUSSIA When I consider the rate at which events are moving in the world and the length of time it takes to get this paper published, I can easily see that I am showing just how moronic my mind -must be to even try to write something of current interest. If I should go off the deep end, I will already be proven foolish by the time the paper is published and if I should happen to be close to the truth, it will already be stale news. But, as my overworked (they tell me) friends in physics say, for every action, there is an equal reaction and my reaction happens to be that I am trying to cob a "C" out of Miss Tyree in Jorunalism and I don't dare refuse her anything. There are, generally speaking, two main schools of thought on Russia. One frankly considers Russia a menace to world peace; the other contends that she is merely protecting herself against future aggressors and that, anyway, she is showing definite signs of a return toward capitalism, or at least a modified form of Communism. Both sides are able to produce volumes of evidence supporting their conclusions and since it is becoming more and more the policy of the United States to play down the latter and play up the former (in direct contrast to our policy during the war), the people wf the United States are becom ing more and more hostile to Russia with only vague ideas as to what the real trouble is. I am not going to try to prove Russia a friend or menace, but to try to j show what the Russians are aiming for with their present maneuvers. First, I'd like to consider the isms. For one thing, through constant misusage, we have somewhat confused the issue. From the ideological standpoint, we have three main isms: Capitalism, Socialism and Communism, the latter being the Bolshevist interpretation of Socialism. Fascism and Naziism should not be considered in this group but in another group concerned with governmental processes along with democracy and monarchy. Theoretically speaking, any one of the first group of ideologies could be combined with any one of the latter forms of government, though in actual practice some combinations are incompatible. Therefore, democracy could exist in a communistic state, although it would be in constant danger from having to place too much power in a central organization and probably wouldn't last long before it degenerated into the people's dictatorship which now exists in Russia. This explanation may draw too clear cut lines between ideologies and governmental forms and it is true that they overlap until it is almost impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends, but there is a subtle difference that we must recognize before we can go into any clear headed discussion of governments and people. To get back to the original subject of what Russia wants, let's start with Germany. Right now too many people are losing sight of the fact that Russia's first hope in the starting of world conversion to Communism was Germany. On the weak democracy set up in the years after the first World War, Russia concentrated most ot her missionary work. At the time of Hitler's rise, the only serious opposition he encountered was the Communist party. True, the right wing socialist party was probably larger than the Communist party, but it was so divided that it could not hope to offer much resistance Hitler finally crushed the. Communists and ruined Russia's hopes of a lasting and what might have been a world dominating alliance with Germany. Now that Germany has been defeated and Hitler removed, however, Russia is again hard at work within her portion of Germany. If Russia can solidify her portion into a solid bulwark of Communism, there is little doubt that, once the French, English and Americans have withdrawn from Germany, Communism will have little trouble in enveloping Germany. I think the implications of that are plain enough. Secondly, take China. It is hard to say exactly what is happening right now in China without trying to guess what is going to happen. China probably has the largest Communist organization of any country outside of Russia. Chiang Kai-Shek himself started out as a Communist. The northern part of greater China is predominantly Communist. Lately, though, even the Communist party in China has begun to resent what they consider Russian interference in the affairs of their government. Too often, however, they lose sight of the fact of a common intrusion and concentrate on their internal attempt to gain control of the government. Russia cannot hope to dominate China as a whole, but if China were to break up into two or more parts, Russia would at least have a sympathetic government on her frontiers in the East. In the Balkans, Russian aims are pretty clear cut, and, for the most part, fairly firm already. Russia may sometime in the future attempt to add some of these countries to her Union, but for the time being her policy lies in merely dominating them. She probably won't get a fort on the Dardanelles for some time, but she has little to worry about here because, in case of war, most of It"* allies will be connected to her land and her first blow woul! probably capture the straits anyway. Yet the straits would not be of too much value as long as the British held the Suez and Gibraltar. The Middle East and especially Iran may or may not be too important to Russia. There is little doubt that if Russia had let things drift along, Iran could hardly help come in under her domination. I am afraid, though, that Russia is using this as a red herring to cloak other and, to her, more important issues, especially her work in Germany. Russia has enough oil within her own boundaries to take care of all her needs until she develops atomic power and in case of war, there is little doubt that her armies would slice through Iran and to the Arabic Sea without much trouble. I said that I would not take any stand one way or the other about Russia, but I seemed to have tinged this article with a some- XcH ANGE By JOE HENRY Subject For Today: Dementia Domain. First Mosquito: "Hooray, here comes a new arrival." Second Mosquito: "Good! Let's stick him for the drinks." Mother: "Daughter, didn't I tell you not to let that strange man come over to your apartment last night? You know things like that cause me to worry." Daughter: "Don't be ridiculous, mother; I went over to his apartment. Now let his mother worry." —Clipped. Sailor's voice from rear seat of taxi: "I say, driver, what's the idea of stopping?" Driver: "I thought I heard someone tell me to." Feminine voice: "Drive on, I wasn't talking to you.'"—Daily Tar Heel, U. N. C. Angry Father: "My boy, you couldn't even dress my daughter." "Maybe not right now, sir, but I could learn."—Clipped. I know that they're there; I'm well aware of 'em; Still, somehow I stare At each new pair of 'em! —H. Dickens. Courtship: a period in which a girl decides whether or not she can do better.—The Rebel. There was the man who called his secretary "Baseball" because she wouldn't play without a dia mond.—Daily Tar Heel, U. N. C High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead. — Christopher Morley in The Reveille. Want Ads taken from April Fool Editions: Do You have Flat Feet, Ulcers, Dandruff Halitosis, Body Odor, Low Marks, Kidney Troubles, or Piles? You Have? Gosh! What A Mess! Hot? Beat Out? Tired? Try Sunny Dole's Pineapple Juice. Cures everything from Dandruff to Flat Feet. Well, that's all the dirt for now as the street cleaner said to the horse, "That'll be enough out of you." Look for me next time. RUMORS " 'Tis Spring—A bold is on the wing but that's absoid— the wing is on the boid—" Came this balmy weather and everybody is too lazy to do anything but sit around and talk— and, gosh, the rumors that get started. They're more numerous than beans in Moore beanery or gyps in Joe's gyp joint. For instance, did you hear the one about "Buger" Painter buying his lady friend six orchids for the dance? She'd have to wear 'em in a horseshoe around her neck. And have you heard about one M. Wright and a certain redhead parting company over the man about campus? O, Cookie, what your wolfing won't do! Or what about Dean Bird telling the teachers to do more successful courting? 'Twas rumored to me he hasn't been around some of the faculty twosomes much, or he'd change his tune. Did you hear the rumor that girls were going to be required to check in and out of the bookstore at night? (hope the Dean doesn't read this. It might give her ideas.) And how about the one I heard that the library is falling in? If :t comes tumbling down on your head some night, don't say I didn't warn you. Too, I heard Bee Jane and little Joe were having trouble. B. Jane leads a rugged life—'tis true! 'Tis true! Did you know Nancy and Or- what anti-Russian slant. It is hard to write about the aims and ambitions of countries other than your own, though, without taking a somewhat alarmist attitude, especially if these aims may be contrary to your own. Before I shut up, though, I would like to say to those that keep reiterating that Russia is showing a return toward a much modified brand of Communism that the only way they seem to be modifying is in their armies. This talk about Russia's tendency to slide back has been going on since 1924 and can be compared somewhat to our oft repeated refrain that this country is going to the dogs. —John Crawford. REVIEW TOPS IN WAX_Black, Broum and Beige—two 12-inch Victor record Showpiece No. SP-9. Here is the most pretentious and significant work from the pen of Duke Ellington. This is music for listening, and in its repetition, an understanding of the Negro's position in American cul- . ture is to be Duke Ellington gained. It traces the life of the Negro through three hundred years— through slavery, the wars, their religious fervor, their sorrows and joys, and their philosophies. Starred are the saxes of Otto Hardwicke, Johnny Hodges, Al Sears and Harry Carney; the trumpet of Taft Jordan; Tricky Sam Nanton's trombone; Ray Nance, violin; Junior Raglin, bass; and Joya Sherrill at her vocal best. VOCAL TRIO _ The Dinning Sisters, Jean, Ginger and Lou of the tricky harmonies, sing a ; pair of commercial, but good sides: Wave To Me, My Lady \ and Do You Love Me? The for- i mer is a railroad novelty chant which sticks in the mind, and ;the latter, a ballad, is taken 'from the Twentieth Century iFox picture of the same name (Capitol). f VOCAL STANDOUT-I'm A.Big Girl Now. This may have been 'intended for dancing, but Sammy Kaye's new chirper d iscovery, Betty Barclay, steals the show with her vocals. She's a new singing sensation I Betty Barclay "stylist," (and i will be discovered by press and reviewers alike when the nation's "jukes" catch on), and ■ the greatest thing to happen to a band since Bonnie Baker. On the backing she joins vocals ' with Billy Williams to sing Put Your Little Foot Right Out, : (Victor). INSTRUMENTAL TRIO — Nat Cole, with The King Cole Trio, does a groovy waxing on the Capitol label in, It Is Better To Be By Yourself. This it played as they perform it in the picture, Breakfast in Hollywood, with the group singing a solid, driving chorus that is topped only by fine piano-guitar choruses. Dig this for a collector's, item. On the back the boys display their wares—Oscar Moore's guitar, (he's the "Esky" winner this year), Johnny. Miller's fine bass work, and Nat Cole's piano in the instrumental, Sweet Georgia Brown. DANCE—If you like your music easy on the ears, if you want a beat for dancing, if you like a ballad melody, then Take Care — it's Tommy Tucker's newest and his best for a long time. Don B r o w'n and The Three T<vo Tommy Tuclt,r Timers sing it, a subtone clarinet carries the melody with a guitar filler and Tommy Tuckers band gives you the beat with background music. On the ■reverse, the band plays, the same vocalists sing When The One You Love (Simply Won't Love Back), (Columbia). JAZZ FOR COLLECTORS —Brunswick issues another album in their "Collectors' Series" titled Johnny Dodds. This album contains four 10-inch discs, among which are these bests — Weary Blues, After You've Gone, Joe Turner Blues and Piggly Wiggly. The immortal Dodds' clarinet, played in traditional New Orleans style where the one reed instrument serves as an entire reed section, runs the complete range from subtone to harmonics. Here is a must for collectors! By Lines HELLO, FANNY From The Daily Tar Heel THE WORM NEW AND WORTHY IMPRESSIONS IN WAX FU1L MOON AND EMPTY ARMS- Gordon MocRao, Vocal (Muiicraft) SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES-Vaughn Monroe, Dance (Victor) ALL THROUGH THE DAY-Margaret Whiting, Vocal (Capitol) JUICE HEAD BABY - Cootie Williams, Dance (Capitol) DAY BY DAY - Bing Crotby, Vocal (Decca) Our Class By BETTY BROWN At 4 p. m. on Mondays and Fridays, eight students heave a weary sigh and start towards the classroom building and Journalism class. Some of them, who have their assignments, are afraid to read them over; the others, Terrell and Brown, simply don't have their assignments. The minute Miss Tyree enters the room, we try to determine whether she is in a good humor. If she is bright and cheerful, Orville prepares to start, an argument; the object of Orville's arguments is to keep from taking notes. If Miss Tyree has a few small creases between her eyebrows, we neatly scribble the pages of notes she barks out. The worst part of the class is getting back our assignments. If I weren't so directly concerned, it would be fun to watch the expressions on the future journalists' faces when they get those papers. Some grimace and glower; others manage a sickly grin. A few heave a sigh that almost says, "What's the use?" Those of us who don't get papers wonder if a "C—" wouldn't be better than nothing at all. Wednesday and the club meeting is an entirely different story. We look forward to meetings because we don't have to take notes, and because of refreshments! The dark spots, however, are still there; Halliburton assigns scores of articles and Miss Tyree hands out "E's" galore to those who don't have their assignments for the paper. In spite of the ruggedness and hardships of the Journalism class, we can't leave it. I've made up my mind to drop it time and again, but it's no use. It gets under our skin, like a fever. I only hope I like my job as well as I do that awful class. ville almost carae to blows because he's a Republican and she's a Democrat? "The course of true love—" and all that bunk. But the biggest thing I've heard this week is that some of the boys don't think Miss Albright co-operates as much as she could—Why, boys! Prof. Madison Pens Three Short Poems Professor Robert L. Madison, president emeritus of the college, has recently published three short poems—"A Test Question in History," "To Abraham Lincoln" and "A Snap-Shot of April." Professor Madison has published a number of poems on a variety of subjects. In "A Snap-Shot of April" he pictures the earth as a girl: "Clad in a pink blouse, blue skirt, a comely dress Just sheer enough to show her shapeliness." and her blond hair "twined with weeping willow braid." "A Test Question in History" teaches the name of Lincoln's vice president by taking it from Lincoln's own name. The last part of "Abraham" and the first part of "Lincoln" combine to spell "Hamlin". The author points out that this is an unparalleled combination which he first noticed in 1884. "To Abraham Lincoln" is a tribute to the Civil War president Professor Madison pictures h i m as the friend of the North and the South—the second "Father of His Country." On the Likely Perverseness of Women When They Have a Situation under Control; and the General Cussedness of Telephone Operators: "Long distance." "Long distance? I wantamake a person-to-person call to Lynchburg, Va., please." "All right. Who are you calling, please?" "Miss Fanny Boswell, Randolph- Macon College." "Fanny?" "Yes, Boswell." "How do you spell the last name?" "B-O-S-W-E-L-L." "Murgatroyd?" "No, Boswell. Boswell, Boswell." "Thank you. Just a moment please." (Long pause.) "Hello, Chapel Hill? Your party is ready now. What is your name please?" "Bill Smith." "How do you spell that last name please?" "How do you spell the last name? You spell it M-U-R-G-A- TvR-O-Y-D." "Oh, Smith, eh? What number are you calling from please?" "2397." "Deposit seventy-five, plus tax, please." "Listen, lady, I hate to be personal, but just how much is the tax?" "One moment please." (Pause.) "The tax is twenty cents." "Thus making it 95c in all?" "One moment please. Seventy- five plus twenty . . . fivenzeroz- five, twonsevenznine. That'll be 95c in all." "Gee, thanks." Clunk, clunk, clunk. Clink, clink. "Go ahead, Chapel Hill." "Hello, Fanny?" "Bill! You angel!" "Listen, Fanny, excuse me for calling you this late, but I have just this minute gotten, er, out of the infirmary, and didn't know I was, er, gonna get out so soon. The German Club is throwing a helluva dance here this week end and I'd like to know if you can come?" "Oh, you dahling! You perfect dahling!" "Then you can come?" "Well . . . yes and no." "What do you mean, Fanny?" "Well, you see it's this way, Bill. I already have a date for it and am leaving for Chapel Hill in the morning." "You — already — have — a date?" "You're so right. I already have a date." "Well!" "However, I wish I were going with you. I'd rather go with you than anybody." "A-w-w-w. I bet you tell that to Since everyone has spring fever (or at least grades say something's wrong) the Worm should have no trouble describing fluttering hearts and wistful eyes. The trouble is, no one does any talking and the rock wall and Joe's Beanery isn't such a good source of information. Strafing the S. B. is getting to be a habit with Mrs. Hinds. If you don't believe it, just ask Bob Pittillo. He'll tell you all about "when the lights go on again." Loee Alley says Virgil Hoglen has threatened to take to drink if she doesn't write him. What's the matter, Loee? We don't want The Voice to turn into a sot, do we now? The battling-Battles have ceased fire on one side, and to the victor belong the spoils. The question is, who won? Elaine isn't doing so bad, anyway. Charles Jones gets that* fiendish look in his eye when "Booger" (H. H., please) Painter gets near you know who. That's all right, Chuck, you're as big as he is. An interesting threesome on the campus is Poly-Johro-Judy. Speak for yourself, John. What gives? Cassanova Cabe has faded into the background as Blythe steps out with Wiley Skitmore. Nevertheless, she was more than a little perturbed when she found out he had given up his part in the play. No love like an old love, I say. Bouncer "Boodlin' " Seay hasn't anyone to boodle with since Betty is campused and restricted. Or has he? I'm rootin' for Betty, what about you? Carolyn and Tommy have been voted the couple most likely to succeed. What's happened to Jean and Breezy? No amount of sleuthm' can worm the answer. Can anyone tell me? And as for successful courtships, I'm all for 'em. Enough of this. The paper went to press last week, Halliburton said. PLAYERS HOLD MEET; PRESIDENT LED FUN Quarterly business, a short skit, and an hour of informal dancing were on the program of the Western Carolina Players' meeting Monday night, April 8. Warren Barnes, president, presided over the meeting and led the fun. Helen Bird, secretary, reported the total number of points each Player had earned during the winter quarter. A financial report on Harriet, the winter quarter production, was given by Miss Mabel Tyree, director. "The Legend of Little Red Riding Hood," or "What a Girl Should Know When Meeting a Wolf in the Woods" was presented by Mary Joyce Calvin, chairman of the program committee, and her cast. The wolf was aptly portrayed by Don Cabe, and Collette Jefferson played the beguiling "Red" Riding Hood. Coffee and cookies, the nectar and ambrosia of the Players, were served by Evelyn Norton, social chairman. The spring quarter plav, Snafu, was discussed and rehearsals started. Mrs. Campbell Speaks To English Seminar "Intelligentsia of American Literature" was the subject of Mrs. Grady Campbell's talk at the English seminar Saturday, April 6, in Moore Parlors. Her subject was taken from Oscar Cargill's Intellectual America, a book which the group has been studying for some time. Hostesses for the evening were Mrs. David Hall and Miss Nell Bond. Those attending the meeting were Miss Mabel Tyree, Miss Anne Albright, Clarence Chrisman, Mrs. H. T. Hunter, Grady Campbell, Miss Anne Knotts, E. V. Deans, and Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Bird. An ice course was served by Mrs. Hall and Miss Bond. all the boys." "I do, dearie, but it still makes you feel good! Tee, hee. Bye honey."—The Daily Tar Heel. Sylva Flower & Gift Shop Buy Flowers For The May Day Formal From Our Representatives— J. C. CUNNINGHAM HOWARD BARNHORST Blue Ribbon Shoe Shop "You Are Only As Neat As Your Feet" SYLVA, N. C. Claude J. Hanan & Co. B«x 271 Sylva, N. C. 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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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