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Page 2 THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN Monday, March 20, 1930 ♦•vw^▼▼♦^4 THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN Bl-Monthly Publication of the Student Association of Western Carolina Teachers College, Cullowhee, North Carolina Subscription rate per college year $1.50 Price per copy 10 Editorial Staff Editor-In-chief Herbert L. Hyde Managing Editor ..* Nickie Bonarrigo News Edkor Jim Wsod Sports Editor Pat Hunt Feature Editor _;-. Charlie West J| Business Staff Business Manager Paul F. Raione Circulation Manager Phyllis Moses ]', Asst. Circulation Manager Bob Phillips Art Staff £ Staff Photographer Stanley Sarella £ Cartoonist Evelyn Davis Faculty Advisor Clayton Curtis Thanking you for your kind sympathy expressed in the beautiful flowers received Mrs. Gene Brock and Children. No Honor Among Thieves It is a distasteful task to broach an unpleasant subject, but yet many timer, in the course of a lifetime we are called upon to discuss such items which we would readily relegate to the dust and oblivion of the remote and irrevocable past. Needless to say, the subject to which we allude is an ancient and time-scarred one. It began per haps in the days of the Egyptians, for that ancient culture had its system of education, crude though it was. To cheat is to practice fraud, or to deceive, or to trick. One who cheats is a swindler. If, then, a person is a swindler, he takes by deceit or trickery that which is not his. That makes a cheater a thief Through the great prophet Moses, the children of God were given the Old Law which was inscribed on tablets of rock. This Law was given that each might live in harmony with his neighbor. Included therein was that portion of the law which said, "Thou shalt not steal", it being a sin to take that which belonged to another. To steal from one who is trying to come by a grade honestly is not only a sin, but it a shame and a pity for such a person is without compunction, without a heart, without the humbleness which makes a man. He is a man without honor. N. B. Perspective A change in locality, in point of view, in distance, will at times give one a change of perspective in regard to his own locale, his own environment. Most of the time, such a change is for the better, whether or not the new aspect is more pleasing. If more pleasing, great! If less pleasing, clearer vision was definitely needed. Attendance at the recent Columbia Scholastic Press Association Convention held at Columbia University in New York City provided two staff members of this newspaper a change in locality, in point of view, in distance . . . and in perspective. We returned more pleased than ever with Western Carolina Teachers College. A shock to some, perhaps, but nevertheless true, other schools throughout the country have students who gripe about eertain local conditions. Every school has certain aspects which are not altogether pleasing. Students from other schools feel they are not too well fed. Students from other schools feel that there is unjust regimentation thrust upon them by a dictatorial administration. Students from other schools know that the grass is greener in other fields of academic institutionalization. Cullowhee is not thoroughly unique. Cullowhee, too, has its faults, faults of administration and of students. But Cullowhee is unique, as a small school, in the handling of her faults, in the open airing, in the getting-together of administration and students in the mutual helpfulness of cooperative endeavor toward the creation of a better school. The air of Cullowhee is sweet smelling. The faces of its citizenry are pleasing to the eye. The spirit of growth, of unified endeavor, of striving for better things, and the spirit of the growth toward a better citizenship, and all that such entails, makes coming home an adventure, a pleasure, and a privilege. J.A.W. THE BEST OF WEST By Charlie West According to that grand old scholar, Noah Webter, hospitable means receiving and entertaining guests generously and kindly. Hospitality thus becomes a noun meaning hospitable treatment. Of which the north (pardon the word) ain't got none. Now I don't wish to judge unfairly, but them yan- kees just ain't got none. I was lost in a subway station in New York City the other day (believe me, that isn't hard to do), and didn't know what to do. So I turned to two men standing beside me and asked, "Pahdon me, Suh, (I'm a Southerner you see) but could you all tell me which train Ah ketches to go to Columbia University?" The man 1 spoke to turned to his friend and remarked, "Jeez, who does dis guy tink he is, Dr. I. Q.?" Well, it didn't take me long to decide that I wasn't going to learn much from that character so I made up my mind to try elsewhere. Along comes a female lacking completely in pulchritudinous attributes (check that phrase - - that's what comes from associating with Jim Wood for a long period of time) so I decides to ask her. "Pahdon me, Maam, (still a Southerner, Suh!) but could you-" I got no further. "Wise guy!" she replied, "Youse better move on 'before I call a bull." What could I do — I moved on. There's no use getting mixed up with the law, especially in an un- hospitable town. As I was saying, I moved on. Two pitches, two strikes — my batting average was falling. Rather than strike out I decided to trust to old Lady Luck. (What a sad decision) In case you are not acquainted with the subway situation in New York, I will briefly describe it. First you go down in a big hole in the ground. To do this you have to put a dime in a do-jigger that goes round like a revolving door. When I tried it, ever time I put my dime in somebody would come through from the opposite direction. I lost about a dollar and a half before I decided that chivalry could be damned — I was going . through. After you get in the hole you begin to look for your train. This is a particularly exciting game: the train comes roaring in at about sixty miles per hour and then stops for a sixty second rest. The object of the game is to decide if it's your train and if it is how to get on it before anyone else — all this must be done during the sixty second rest. The New Yorkers really enjoy this game — during one thirty minute period I saw three persons give their all in vain — R. I. P. You can imagine what a poor country boy from the mountains of Western North Carolina feels when he first views this scene. If you can, that's what I felt. Well, to get back to my story. I had made two vain attempts for information and had finally decided to use my sense of direction. So I prepare to hop on the next train that comes through. I stand precariously close to the edge of the loading platform and wait to try my skill at the game. Since I had planned to take the next train no matter what its destination, I BRIEFLY RAIOMZED By Paul Raione Signs of Spring — Students sitting on the rock wall—A group of coeds and their male friends loafing on the steps leading to the Student Union ... Ed Pearce and Stan Seralla planning a fishing trip ... A group of men lazing in the Boodleville sun being entertained by the yarns spun by Joe Ross and Ray Cox . . . Jud McGinness and Ralph Moore working in their vegetable garden . . . The youngsters of the G. I. town wading in the creek. By now we are acquainted with the bad or good news about our final grades. I received the headache powder grades. BC, BC. I spent too much time practice teaching. Practice teaching isn't bad though. The students gave me a large box of assorted chocolates. Several of the girls baked cakes so we threw a party. Wonderful kids down there in the training school. Treat them fine, you won't regret it. Jim Wood and Charlie West visited New York City between A new quarter begins and there are new faces in our midst. There are familiar faces no longer with us. Some have departed by graduation and some have departed otherwise. To the new ones, welcome. To the departing ones, farewell. Music Major The Field Day on Friday was an excellent example of what can be accomplished by a college of this nature in taking an active interest in the high schools of the area it serves. The high school students on the campus Friday seemed to enjoy themselves immensely, and many were heard to express the desire to make Cullowhee their college. Not only does the annual Literary and Athletic Field Day (for which the Science Club as sponsor deserves great commendation) attract prospective students to Western Carolina, but the day serves as a means of integration between the Teachers College serving this area, the teachers which the college sends out, and the public schools of this area. quarters. The boys got around without much trouble thanks to George (the sole-saver) Quesada's map of the city. Somewhere in the Western Carolinian you will find a story with all the particulars of the trip. During the brief vacation Bozo dropped in one of the high class clubs for dinner. When the waiter brought him the check Bpzo exclaimed, "There must be some mistake. I have more money than that." Overheard. Hugh Constance and Plutus were discussing a fellow student. "Nice guy," said Hugh, "but have you noticed how he always lets his friends pick up the dinner check?" "Yes", said Plutus. "He has a terrible impediment in his reach." Helen Nims was scowling at the grocery clerk, "Did you say that cheese I bought bought yesterday was imported or deported from Switzerland?" . . . Pee Wee to Dick Stott; "List en, don't try to tell me about women—I'm married to one of them." Young Bobby Bowers to his father: "Well, Dad, what did you learn today." (Are you still taking piano lessons, Bob?) Roberto Rossi Robinson was at the perfume counter of one of the finer stores. The clerked purred, "Now here's one called 'Perhaps' It's $35 an ounce." "Thirty-five dollars," exclaimed the young man. "For $35 I don't want 'Perhaps'. I want 'Sure' ". The Only Cure If you don't feel just right, If you can't sleep at night, If you moan and you sigh, And your throat feels dry, If you don't care to smoke, If your food makes you choke, If your heart doesn't beat, If you're getting cold feet, If your head's in a whirl— Why not marry the girl? ■—Unknown. The material entered in this column is gag material and should be interpreted as such. Well I better quit now. You see I don't have to do this for a living. I have enough money to last me the rest of my life—providing I die tomorrow . . . favorite new fashions to knit, crochet & sew In New York City, recently, attending the Columbia Scholastic Press Association Convention at Columbia University, this columnist could not help but to compare Cullowhee with other Teachers College of the East. Western Carolina was flattered by the comparison! Elsewhere on this page appears an editorial entitled "Perspective." Perhaps many of us could be benefited by a new perspective. If such would be beneficial to the students, it necessarily follows that the college would be benefited—for students make the college! "FORTISSIMO, DAMMIT, FORTISSIMO!!" began to get overconfident. While being smug in my over- confidence, two trains passed on without my presence. Getting nowhere, I was. New tactics must be applied. I backed up about ten yards and assumed a sprinter's starting position (you might think this would create some excitement — you're wrong, nothing creates excitement in New York but a gentleman offering a lady his seat.) On my first charge I went completely through the train and wound up on the next platform To shorten a long story, I eventually got on a car. The next section of my narrative might well be en titled, LOST IN NETHER LAND or MY TWO YEARS WITH THE UNDERWORLD. Miles I traveled, hours I rode. After 253 train changes I began to think that there was something wrong. But rather than ask for information again I rode for another three hours. About this time I became a wee bit discouraged so I got off at the next station. I fought my way to the street and walked one hundred and fifty- cussed-seven blocks to Columbia University. Ah yes, northern hospitality and the New York subway. An adventuresome young woman named Lorelei Lee is the biggest name In fashion this year. In case you den't know Lorelei personally, she's the heroine of Anita Loos' famous classic of the twenties. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and famous for such dead-pan aphorisms as a girl like* to have her hand kissed but a diamond bracelet lasts longer. Along with Lorelei who's the belle of Broadway In the musical version of GPB, the flapper fashions of the twenties . . . the scissored crown, the pulled-down cloche, the chemise dress retreating kneeward, the yards of pearls . . . are staging a discreet revival with 1950 Improvements. The cloche and torso sweater shown below are flapper derivatives, the swing and sway skirt pure 1950. They're all a snap to make, will help give your wardrobe the famous "it" of the twenties. Remember a postcard request will bring the FREE easy-to-follow directions to you by return mall. The case of the beautiful torso. Seen on campus with this season's straight skirts, rumored to be partial to denims and shorts. Turns up in many different col ors . . . white, tur- •"-<; quolse, yellow, gray and orange and always looks poised and well-bred. Obviously hand-knit. Sleeveless. Fit to be tied. As a change from the ubiquitous scarf, the perennial string of pearls, ,—-•>» try a choker neck- A^ \ lace of ribbon with I <\ I a triple take In bows, i </,( A refreshing plck- you-up in plaid and also good in three compatible colors like lemon, kvuv and paprika <w navy. i "•—en. Couldn't be an easier — or less expensive — way to give that-dress- he's - seen • you - in - a • million - times a brand new look. Great big wonderful whirl. From south ot the border comes the flamboyant tie- around skirt that is simply a huge silt circle with a hole in the center aud a belt to cinch around your waist. For this one skip the dress goods department and go to the upholstery ditto for the splashtest pattern you can find. Partner the skirt with a sleeveless or collared) and you're in for a wonderful whirl! Two, too divine. Half and half, crochet and fabric, make a face- framing cloche and duffle bag for wear with your classic suits all spring long and with summer cottons come Sunday. We show It here In plaid but It's just as beguiling In a stripe or polka dot and instead of the usual navy or red and white, why not try this year's color favorites . . . persimmon, hot orauge or lemon dotted or striped in white? Sally Bobbin blouse (scooped Directions for making any of th« fashions shown above will be seut FREE on request Write to Sally Bobbin, College Needlework Department, The Spool Cotton Company. W5 Fifth'Avenue, New York 22, N. Y. GANOID VIEWS By Nickie Bonarrigo This is the advent of a new season. Everything is new. New quarter, new subjects, new faces, new sports, new season, new outlook. Reflection on the "ancient" past—Chapel programs, different (not exactly the kind we would expect to see even at the most liberal colleges or universities); Winter Recital of the music students, very good performances (audience not very large, hardly the best way to encourage aspiring young musicians); President Madison's annual birthday dinner, a well deserved tribute; Basketball team, (no comment); "Ramshackle Inn" as the presentation of the Little Theater at Cullowhee for the winter quarter, excellent selection (very well received—did not have too wholesome effect on play cast); Variety Show, very good job on the part of the producers (delighted everyone in spite of one or two earthy jokes); Lyceum number for winter quart er, good play and fair presenta tion (much too subtle for Cullo whean audience); Annual football banquet, a nice time was had by all (till someone noticed there were women in the crowd); Selection of a May Queen, (Nice! Reader may interject a long, low whistle here); Bob Nelson and Joanne Rogers win Mr. and Miss Student Teachers Honors, we'll be well represented; Campus e- lections questioned, somebody's toes got stepped on (this need not be reason enough to stifle a reclamation job which is sorely needed); The President's speech on discipline, a very sobering effect was felt; other reflections could be made! Scratching back into the dim musty recesses of this ancient and care worn mind we recall that the theme of the Presession Conference was "Co-operation First". Evidently, there is a difference of interpretation between the faculty and student body. With notable exceptions the student body has done a lot of cooperating this year. Especially has this publication striven to help iron out some kinks in the routine of college life. On the other hand, the faculty has done a lot of cooperating this year but we are dissappointed to find that on some certain matters, cardinal to the students, the fac- MUSIC STUDENTS GIVE RECITAL The Music Department of Western Carolina Teachers College presented a Winter Student Recital on March 2, 1950, at Hoey Auditorium, 7:30 p.m. Students from the studios of Inez Wooten Gulley, Walter H. Cupp, Jr., and W. Glenn Ruff presented a varied program of Classical semi-classical, and > contemporary musical selections for instrument and voice. A very small but appreciative audience received the performance with evident pleasure and admiration for the fine spirit and effort of the students. Of particular note was the excellent performance of the First Quarter Piano Students, Donald Ussery, Johnny Helms, and Woody Rhodes, who, with Carl Painter, as a piano quartet, presented "Sleepers Wake" by Bach-Wallis. Outstanding among the student piano sqjloists ware Jean Kil Patrick and Robert Robinson, while among the vocalists the renditions of Carolyn Stroud and Bob Bowers were * notable. A delightful note of novelty was injected by Vernon Wike playing "Gavotte" by Bell on his Tuba. The program follows: Allegro Con Brio, From Symphony No. 5 — Beethoven-Perry. Carolyn Strud—Piano. She Never Told Her Love. Haydn. Virginia Kilpatrick—Contralto. Minuet from "Don Giovanni", Mozart - Moskowski. Madeline Brown and Janet Robeson—Piano Duo. Where'er You Walk, Handel. Owen Dale Williams—Baritone. Buona Notte, Nevin. Jean Kilpatrick—Piano. The Guitar Serenade, Gaynor. Robert Bowers and Mrs. Gulley— Piano Duet. Serenade, Titl. Orville Wike— New Students Register Fifteen new students signed the rolls of Western Carolina Teachers College on the first day of registration for the spring quarter. Despite the rain and gloomy skies, old and new students went about the business of registering in the college with a minimum of grunts and groans. As usual, the line at Bursar's door was long and, to some few, a bit tiresome, but the pleasant banter did much to make the long wait a bearable one. Miss Addie Beam, Registrar, expects enrollment of new students to rise to at least 20 by the time new quarter is well under way. New students so far have increased the total enrollment for the year to 665 students. Those entering as new students as recorded in the office of the registrar are: Mildred L. Deal, Franklin, N. C; Mrs. Ella B. Fisher, Alexander, N. C.j Clifford W. Frizzell, Dillsboro, N. C.j William M. Grinberg, Brooklyn, New York; Raymond O. Hooper, Speedwell, N. C; Charles D. Howell, Route 2, Waynesville, N. C; Joseph G. Hudson, Webster, N. C; Harold E. Keener, Route 2, Brevard, N. C.J Billy J. Major, Newton, N. C; John R. Moss, Cullowhee, N. C. George W. Penland, Webster, N. C; Bruce L. Roberts, Webster, N. C; Lous S. Singleton, Shelby, N. C; Deck Stewart, Jr., Norton, N. C; and Mrs. Marian H. English, Pisgah Forest, N. C. ulty, or some few members, rather, have taken a resentful and indignant attitude. Is this cooperation as we like to think of it? We, the student, have been wrong oc- casionly and have admitted to being wrong. The faculty would do us a very great service if they would discuss with us these points of contention. To some extent, they have done this but there are a number of things on which we have not met and which still require attention. We need to keep that theme "Cooperation First" in sight in our dealings with each other. Just a reminder that campus elections are coming up again soon. It would be well to think critically on the idea of naming some of our fellows to represent us in the Campus government. French Horn. Ballade, Burgmuller. Twilight in Sleepy Hollow, Lane. Carl Painter —Piano. In the Lovely Month of May, Merkel. Del Ruff—Clarinet. Sleepers Wake, Bach-Wallis. *Donal Ussery, *Johnny Helms, *Woody Rhodes. Carl Painter— Piano Quartet. Still wie die Nacht, Bohm. Ada Lee Bailey—Soprano. Sonata, Op. 27, No. 2, Beethoven. Andante sostenuto, Allegretto, Robert Robinson—Piano. Try Smilin', Rogers. A Song of Winter, Hawley. Robert Bowers —Tenor. Gavette, Bell. Vernal Wike— Tuba. Le petit ane blanc (Little White Donkey) Ibert. Virginia Kilpatrick—Piano. O, Divine Redeemer, Gounod. Far From My Love I Languish, Sarti. Carolyn Stroud—Sopnano. Sheep and Goats, Guion. Jean Kilpatrick and Mary Louise Hines —Piano Duo. Lungi dal Caro Bene, Socchi. Given a Man a Horse He Can Ride, O'Hara. Robert Robinson—Baritone. *First quarter piano students.

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: 1950-03-20;
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