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Page 2 THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of Western Carolina Teachers College, Culowhee, North Carolina. Subscrption rate per college year $1.50 Price per copy 10 Member Intercollegiate Press North Carolina Collegiate Press Association Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief Hale Bryson Managing Editor Herbert L. Hyde Sports Editor Bill Glance Feature Editor Charlie West Columnist Charlie Bagwell Business Staff Business Manager Don Thames Circulation Manager Phyllis Moses Art Staff Staff Photographer Stan Sarella Cartoonists Evelyn Davis, Tom Young Faculty Advisor Clayton Curtis Ye Brothers Of The Sheepskin So you are graduating! So what? You have spent nigh onto four years in formal education. You have sweated and strained, stayed up late at night to cram for that final examination, read and written, and a thousand other things that would satisfy every whim and fancy of these strange creatures listed in the College Catalogues as Professors. Neophytes of the world, are you really educated? Are you ready to face the cold, cruel world of competition where thousands of other creatures just like you are out to get their bread and bacon? Have you crammed your head with enough facts and figures to tide you ever into that enviable Pension Period? Or are you lacking a bit in the things that go to make up a formal education? By that could be meant all these facts and figures and statistics and historical notes and K equals to NV squared. Well, if you do lack some of these finer points, don't be alarmed. You see, you have been trained in the Cullowhee fashion. And one would be foolish to say that you have gained the maximum in social education, when one thinks of social education as meaning fraternities and kingly banquets and all the pomp and glory thereof. But you have one thing that tops all the rest. While here at WCTC you have belonged to a fraternity — none with a formal name with Greek w'ords, perhaps, but one that is universal in scope, in appeal and in training. If you have learned to live, you have vastly more than just a SHEEPSKIN. And here in a small school you could have learned to live. Here in a spot nestled back in the mountains, where the student body is small, far from the rush and roar of the city, in a rustic setting among country folk — here you have found the spot for a perfect education. We have no apologies to make for our graduates of Western Carolina Teachers College. For they have learned to live. And in a world that is desperately in search of a philosophy of life, of a goal for living, of something strong to cling to — in this fast moving world of today — learning to live is the greatest secret of all time. Adieu and Godspeed for your life is for you to make. HLH o College Traditions Most colleges have many old traditions which have been handed down for a great many years. These traditions go a long way toward fostering the type of school spirit which we at Western Carolina are somewhat lacking. At many schools this includes a freshman initiation program. Why do we not have such a program? As far as can be determined such a program did exist in the prewar years but died a natural death when the male population of the school somewhat diminished during the war. Possibly one of the reasons this has not been reinstated is the fact that the postwar enrollment has had a large percentage of veterans. The veteran enrollment, however, is decreasing and now might be a good time to start initiating the freshmen again. The arguement has been advanced that such a program could not exist at Western Carolina because it could not be properly controlled. Of course, hazing could not and would not be tolerated. Do we not have the type of student body which could administer a clean and enjoyable initiation? Many of us went through initiations at other schools and enjoyed them. An alumnus of this school recently returned to the campus ten years after his graduation. One of the first things - he remembered about his college career here was his freshman initiation. It is a memory he has cherished and carried with him through the years. Do you want a freshman initiation program reinstated next year? The time for action is NOW! You Know, I THOUGHT V\'L*D NEVER GRADUATE 9 Yep, I aLways SAID, THE ONLt VWV I a EVER. Get out of this place. WOULD BE\NA WHEELCHAIR Pf FOTO - FORUM A few years ago, following the influx of veterans into universities and colleges, a resentment arose against the practice of hazing freshmen that, together with prohibitive legislation, virtually a- bolished the custom throughout the country. Nevertheless, it has recently been suggested to this reporter that hazing may have more good points than bad, and it might be well to reinstate, within the law, this traditional custom on our campus. The proponents of hazing assert that it serves to make freshmen immediately and completely "college-conscious", and that it is definitely conducive to good college spirit. Several students selected at random about the campus volunteered their opinions as follows on the subject: As We Enter The new staff of the Western Carolinian does not plan a radical change of policy. It is our opinion that the retiring staff has done an excellent job. We are duly impressed with the magnitude of the task of publishing a newspaper with less than half a dozen interested writers. Many have advised that we have a most difficult job, but few have offered their assistance. It shall be our purpose to present a fair interpretation of campus affairs. We shall try to refrain from predjuce toward any individual or group. Faculty, Administration, and Students shall have the opportunity of presenting their views on any subject. Are you willing to do your share toward making the Western Carolinian a real voice of the students? Anyone who is willing is welcome. Haven't you folks ever heard of the glamour of newspaper work? EDITH LATTIMORE, Sophomore: I believe that hazing should not be put into practice on our campus. It would be a serious offense to harm, either mentally or physically, those who would be subjected to hazing. Though su/h* does not often happen, it has occurred on some college campuses in the past. It seems to me that the veterans have a good point in wanting to see the practice abolished. The freshmen can become "immediately and completely 'college conscious'" through other means, such as college programs and other functions which they may immediately begin to participate in. FRfSMMi: I SURE WISH I was in that cUyS sHflff \GRMWATE CT. hWIf): RUTH MOSES, Sophomore: I think the traditional custom of hazing freshmen could be sat isfactorily reinstated with the freshmen approving it, if it were conducted within legislation and under faculty sponsorship. I think hazing in mild forms would serve toward getting the students into the pattern of college campus life; and to say the least, it would encourage school spirit among the freshmen most effectively. However, without correct legislation and faculty sponsorship, it would be very unwise to practice hazing among freshmen. GEORGE PHILLIPS, Senior: I personally believe that as long as the enrollment of veterans in large numbers continues in our universities and college, hazing is completely out of the question; for the great majority of veterans will simply refuse to submit to the practice. However, the time is at hand when there will be few or FOR CATAMOUNTS ONLY by Garland Wible Next year Western Carolina will see some new faces among the members of the faculty. The question is how many? Rumors have been in the air that some of the present faculty members may take their leave from this campus. One significant note of interest was the speech by President Reid at the inauguration. There seemed to be a general air of progress and development throughout the speech. One point in particular was the emphasis that Mr. Reid placed upon strengthening the faculty. How large a faculty can this school substain? This is for certain, the board of trustees and the president are looking for men with doctorates. I wonder if they are speaking of Ed. D.'s. —o— While I was on business at Asheville-Biltmore Junior College, one of the faculty members rather blunty informed me that no veterans enrolled in school under the GI Bill; then, with student bodies back to a prewar status, rat week might well be reinstated; and if a little common sense is used in carrying it out, it could be a source more of enjoyment than misery — even for the freshmen. DAN ROBINSON, Senior: If conducted properly, and with a decent regard for the physical safety of the individuals involved, I can see of no serious objection that might be raised to rat week being reinstated at WCTC. I be lieve that it could be carried out within the law, and in a manner that would be both safe and en joyable to everyone concerned. It would definitely be more beneficial than detrimental to college spirit. RUTH MUSE, Sophomore: I think a form of the well-known "rat week" for freshmen is a good thing. It would make the freshmen "college-conscious" and would motivate school spirit. I think everyone would enjoy it, freshmen as well as upperclassmen. It should be in a mild form, and not physically injurious to anyone. It seemed to work well before the war, therefore I don't see why it shouldn't now.* SHORT NOTES By Nickie Bonarrigo This seems to be a season for hard work for many people; not the least of which is this lowly scribe. I had though that my last assignment was completed last issue, but our new editor sent out an s.o.s. which could not be ignored. So, here I sit calling upon my muse, who I had expected to be long gone. He was rather reluctant to return and consequently I have been trying to get this column out for three days. The first comment appropriate to this last edition of the year is this, "Boy, what a year!" We've had our troubles. We've had our good moments too. It's fortunate that dame nature helps us to remember the good ones and disposes us to forget the bad ones. This way we have a pretty good picture of the year upon which we shall soon close the ledger. It was quite evident that the baseball team can give a creditable account of itsef when they are on. Witness, the defeat of Elon College last Tuesday. The Cats handed them their first conference licking. Not only that, but the boys' really played some excel- ently coordinated ball. I think that what I'll miss most after leaving are the sessions we enjoyed in the Journalism Room. You'll find many a heel mark on the desk tops and if the walls could speak they would tell a tale mixed with the essence of every imaginable emotion, salted with a sprinkling of varied philosophies, vibrating with the plainness and simplicity of life, and coursing through it all you'll find the vitality of youth, that mighty quality which can conquer all things and answer all questions! As a member of the retiring staff, I'm happy that there are some who think that we have done a good job and they plainly say so. In reciprocation I'd like to go on record as saying that the new staff will do as good if not a better job than we did. They have what it takes and they'll get the necessary support. The one thing which we shall remember longest is the now defunct organization known to all as the "Good Neighbor" . . . Only pleasant memories come to mind and we feel a tinge of nostalgia. Don't think it ain't been charm- in', 'cause it has. • A-B College was offering more science courses than WCTC. I don't know how a student can take all of the science courses and their required work in two years, while it is taking me four years to cover the field, but the fact remains that a junior college is surpassing this institution in broadening their curriculum. Anyhow, I stood the insult from the A-B professor by remembering the sorry showing that one of their honor students made in our science courses. Surely with the addition of the new buildings to the campus it will be possible to broaden the scope of studies offered in all fields by this college. CAT-SHEET by Charlie Bagwell A Boy's Essay On Anatomy Your head is kind of round and hard, and your branes are in it and your hair on it. Your face is the front of your head where you eat and make faces. Your neck is what keeps your head out of your collar. It's hard to keep clean. Your shoulders are sort of shelves where you hook your suspenders on them. Your stumick is something that if you do not eat often enough it hurts, and spinage don't help it none. Your spine is a long bone in your back that keeps you from folding up. Your back is always behind you no matter how quick you turn around. Your arms you got to have to pitch with, and so that you can reach the butter. Your fingers stick out of your hand so you can throw a curve and add up rithma- tik. Your legs is what if you have not got two of you can't get to first base, neether can your sister. Your feet are what you run on. Your toes are what always get stubbed. And that's about all there is of you except what's inside. and I never saw it. And to keep it in good shape you have to be safe all the time. Coed: (at dance) Wait right here, Joe, while I go powder my nose. Coed: (ten minutes later) Been waiting long? Joe: No, but I've been looking all over for you to give you your compact. A mental patient was obsessed with the idea that he was dead. The psychiatrist told him to stand in front of the mirrow and repeat, "Dead men don't bleed." Then the doctor stuck a pin in the patient's finger and made it bleed a trifle. "Now do you see?" said the doctor triumphantly. "Oh-ho, yes, I see now," said the patient. "Dead men do bleed". WOLF—A modern dry cleaner —he works fast and leaves no ring. "At the age of 75 there are 18 percent more women than there are men." "At 75? Heh, heh! Who cares?" One of the most surprising things that has happened at Cullowhee in a long time has gone unnoticed by most of the students. In fact I wonder if the thought has ever run through their heads, that they are being solicited to go to the polls and vote. Has the student body been recognized as a voting body? One thing is certain. Vot ing is the one active voice that every American citizen has in his government. To neglect the duties that are a part of democracy and to shirk the responsibility vested in us by our forefathers is criminal. Do you believe in democracy and America? Actions speak louder than words. Orchids to Mrs. Buchanan. The new library is being designed for adults. You there! Do you want a marching band? Remember when the Emory & Henry Band laughed at this hick school band? That was last year. Well something must be done. This is what I propose: That a one hour course shall be given in the fall and shall be counted as a P. E. elective. This course shall meet three days a week and shall consist of march formations and instrumental marching. No this is not a new idea. East Tennessee State is doing the same thing and they have a marching band. Just remember that sitting in a chair and playing marches is a hell of a lot simpler than marching in formation, doing figures, and playing at the same time. We could have a good show at half time. Talk it up around the campus. We read where a woman had an X-ray made of her jaw, and it turned out to be a moving picture. They Call Him Luke Because He's Not So Hot by Francis Luap Many hours are spent in rocking chairs these days, but, have you noticed the new rocking chairs? They are not the good old- fashioned type that creak and squawk as one rocks. The new chairs have built in rockers and are heavily upholstered. At the present we are traveling through the in-between stage. Some of us have the old noisy type and others have the new silent deluxe type. I am forced to admit that I own neither. The nearest thing to a rocker in my apartment is a chrome chair that is part of the breakfast room suite. It rocks a little and it is a bit springy. However, someday I hope to purchase a modern rocker. I am an admirer of antiques and would very much like to own one of the old fashioned type, but recently my mind was changed. My love for the old rocker died When I was seranaded in the wee hours of the morning by a near-by creak ing old-fashioned rocker. At that hour it can be the most nerve wracking sound to be emitted, especially when it is mingled with the wailing of a castigated baby These sound effects which have become a regular nocturnal episode changed my views as to the nostalgic feeling of the old-fash ioned rocker. Let me own a mod em noisless rocker and let my neighbors rest. Monday, May 22,1950 THE BEST OF WEST by Charlie West People is wonderful machines. But, like all wonderful machines, they have their weaker moments. These is which I would like to discuss. Weaker moments is moments which is weaker than other moments, this latter may be weak but they ain't classified as weaker moments, seeing as they ain't as weak as them which is weaker. Which just goes to show that some moments are weaker. A friend of mine is particularly noted for his weaker moments and the results of these weaker moments. This friend is not overly bright, neither is he overly dumb. The fates are just ganged up a- gainst him — with most unfortunate results. His is a sorry lot, a deplorable state, a sad condition. It all adds up to the fact that he is unlucky. Most unlucky. As some joker once said, if it were raining soup he would be holding a fork. The particular weak moment which I want to tell to you concerns a dinner date of my friend. It seems that while he was shopping one afternoon he encountered a very charming young lady. Being free for the evening, he inquired about the possibilities of dining with the young lady. For once it seemed that the fates were to be good to him, for she smiled (very sweetly, he says) and assented. Pleased no end, my friend sauntered out into the street and stepped in a man-hole. Well, the appointed hour rolled around and my friend, dressed in his sharpest blue pinstripe double- breast with rolled lapels and tunnel loops, went forth to his tryst. His ego was helped, too, by the new red wool cravat he was sporting, with socks to match. The young lady was waiting (unusual) when he arrived; so, without further ado, they left for what promised to be a most enjoyable evening. My friend, pleased at the prospects of the coming date, had shot the moon, reservations at the swankiest club in town. Everything was going nicely, they had a very good dinner, the lights were low, and the champagne was bubbling, when in walks a great big sailor. With the countenance of a charging bull, he headed straight for my friend's table. Disasterous results. My friend, never having been trained in the art of fisticuffs, stood the chance of a flea in a DDT gun. In arranging the date, it seems my friend had overlooked one crucial point — he had forgotten to inquire into the young lady's marital status. The cost of his weak moment, when he was seduced by her smile and asked her for the date, can be measured in monetary figures — one hundred and fifty- five toads. Itemized: dinner for two, with campagne - $40; court fine - $25;* repair for table and chair - $15; and a doctor bill * $75. You gotta watch them weaker moments. Slips that pass—Mrs. Block was busily engaged in the kitchen when her daughter entered with a tan dress over her arm. "Mother! This dress is still in good condition but it's faded . . do you think I can have it dyed brown?" "I don't see why you can't," replied the mother, adding, "I always liked that dress on you." The-daughter went to her own room passing through the dining room where her older brother had the evening papers spread over the table. Suddenly struck with an afterthought, she called out "Mother! will it shrink if it's dyed?" Startled, her brother jumped up exclaiming, "Willie Shrinkavits died! Who the devil is Willie Shrinkavits?" Ah well, it sounded pretty good when I heard it. I have one here about the traveling salesman who stopped at a farm house to seek shelter for the night. "I'm sorry." said the farmer, "But our only spare room is being occupied by the school teacher. "However," he added, "there is a big double bed in the room ... if you don't mind, I'm sure the school teacher won't mind sharing it with you." "Sir!" exclaimed the salesman, "I'm a gentleman." "Shucks!" drawled the farmer, "So is the school teacher . . . Mr. Thatcher." Wife Preservers Bananas, peaches, apples or pears should not be peeled until ready to use, or they will discolor when exposed to the air. If you must peel any of them before you are going to use them, spru> kle with lemon juice. '

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)
• Type
  • Text
• Date
  • Date original: 1950-05-22;
  • Date digitized: 2017-08-23
• Extent
  • Dimension: 22.5" x 16"
  • Pages: 4 pages
• Subject - Topic
  • College student newspapers and periodicals
  • Cullowhee (N.C.) -- Newspapers
  • Universities and colleges -- North Carolina -- Cullowhee -- Newspapers
• Location
  • Jackson County (N.C.)
  • Cullowhee (N.C.)
• Source institution
  • Western Carolina University
• Source Collection
  • WCU Students Newspapers Collection
• Identifier
  • HL_WesternCarolinian_1950-05-22_Vol18_No01
• Repository
  • Western Carolina University Hunter Library