Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Speculuin Vitae By Dinky Williams THOUGHTS To F. I. M. Thoughts come rushing like swallows On swift wings But what are thoughts? Mere symbols of a shadow That is learning. BONUS RECOMMENDED For the darkie who found the pocketbook in Sloane College this week containing $75 in cash and valuable papers. The darkie, unnoticed, discovered the purse and immediately carried it to the office of Marshal Cantey. The lady was called and identified the lost article. The darkie, received from Marshal Cantey and the lady, one thing-Thanks. Who said honesty pays? STAGE WHISPER Little girl, do you remember Kisses, soft and sweet? Secrets whispered gently, -) When we chanced to meet? IIIIIIMi Eternal love we plighted, ' ~ As all true lovers should. Little girl, do you remember? Damn it, I knew you would. Aside to tribble of lower-case notoriety. There is nothing personal here so please ex purgate items. COLUMN PREDICTION Don McCallister will be back in harness as head coach. Assistant Coaches Pa'sley and Stamman will have new jobs, either here or somewhere else. Neither Coach Harry Mehre nor Carl Snaveley will tred the Carolina soil. Two new coaches, a line coach and a backfield coach, will be contracted from other sections. Fred Frink seems to fade from the picture this spring while Ted Petoskey will con tinue to drop in every year following, baseball sea son to take up frosh coaching duties. UNEASY LIES THE HEAD .. . They find fault with the editor The stuff they print is rot, The paper is as peppy As a cemetery lot. 0 Ads show poor arrange ment, The jokes are old and stale, The men so loudly hol- - - ler, The women also rail. But when the paper's printed And the issue is on file, If someone doesn't get his, You can hear him shout a mile. A short poem dedicated to the students who gripe weekly-whether about the con tents of the paper or that they didn't get their issue. THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW UNTIL NOW Maybe I still don't. Don McCallister has re ceived over 1,000 letters, pro and con, since the coaching question came to the fore . . . that last week's bunch of roses to Mrs. Moon wvas the first printed recognition she had' received in thirteen years of service at Carolina . . . that the firetrap in the extension building-the piles of old newspapers piled in the hallway where d'aily 150 students pass by, smoking-is still there-waiting . . . that the name University of South Carolina, has been printed in newspapers more this year than in any previous 12 months . . . that J. Rion McKissick wvould pre-' fer being head of the school of journalism than president of the University... .that Carolina has re ceived more publicity from the subsidization cam paign of The Gamecock than any other story since the president's inauguration. TO SEARSON I shot a poem into the air, It was reprinted everywhere From Clemson to old Notre Dame And always credited to --Exchange. -Men's Wearables- TH CLOTHING--HATS-SHOES Merchandise of Quality for the man who cares KUPPENHEIMER CLOTHES, STETSON c HATS. FREEMAN SHOES. MANHATTAN SHIRTS, WILSON BROS. FURN ISHI NOS. Learn The Way To Copeland Co. 1409 Main Street Lubrication - WashingB Cars Vacuum Cleaned Is Esa Esso Motor Oil Essolube CAUGHMAN & BUSH DR ESSO SERVICE Across From War Memorial THEATRE PASSES The Gamecock will give two theatre passes to the best story to be coupled with these two pictures by January To Mary BY ALBERT ROUSLIN Day after day they came, Birds and more birds from the north, Blackening the sun for a moment, Covering the campus, weighing the trees, Singing, fighting, and troubling the air, And suddenly they were gone. When you had sent all the birds you had, You sent the frost. As soon as the sun was gone It stalked across the hill, from tree to tree, Squeezing the green from the leaves, Leaving them leathery red or brittle brown; It crept across the floor Pinching the toes of a country lad going to bed, Blueing the white breasts of a willowy girl With sun drenched hair, dreaming of a lover; And an old crow negro woman in the corner Next morning was found dead. After the birds and the frost had come Out of the valley of the Saint Lawrence The wind came. He was a red-faced lusty fellow Rapacious and laughing; Tearing the dresses from the trees, and laughing While they stood naked, shivering. The fires of all the hearths, Down from the north, glowed with red coals, And shivers and chills, and bright red noses, Walked the streets with aspirin-eaters. When the birds sang I heard them sing of you; And the frost pinched me to remembrance Of a frosty street in Canada Where you were walking with your collar turned. The sleet in the wvind wvas warm, F'rom the north it seemed from the south, Carrying sail along a sunlit shore Where you Lay in a bright red bandana; And tho it was cold, I was warm with the thought of you. "There is no mail for you this morning." The birds have come, and sung, and gone; "Sorry sir, no mail today." There came a bill in the mail, and no more, And (lays, and postmen passed the door. "Sorry," he said, nodding his head. Today I have a cold, and a fire in the stove, And the postman's wearing earmuffs; "Will my letter never come?" And if it come, "can spring be far behind?" , With Love WK oF LUMBIA DAIRIES' Products SOLD AT THE CANTEEN USINESS TRAINING ential to Everyone, Particularly College Men and Women. Day, Night, and Special Classes AUGHGN'8 BUSINESS COLLEGE Sumter Street :-: Telephones 5951 and 8317 .Lykes, Pres. Win, Lykes, JTr., V.-Pres. Mrs. D. T. Faun11ber, Seo ....u BY THE HANDFULS 1. The story must be less than 600 words and into The Gamecock office before the 1938 date becomes due. Vignettes The Nemesis In The Sack BY DOUG McKAY Ivan followed the directions of the Voice. Gin gerly, he opened the drawer. Within it lay a small felt sack, bulging shapelessly. "There is your reward," said the Voice, and was gone. Slowly, Ivan raised the sack. It was heavy. He thought of his past-much of it unsavory. However, he had been diligent. Now the reward! His fingers trembled in anticipation as he fumbled the draw-string. Eagerly he plunged his hand into the sack-he felt something cold and blunt. Uneasily he with drew it. With a choked exclamation, he dropped it on the table. It rang dully against the 'marble. A pistol, of beautiful workmanship. Its pearl handle glowed coldly in the soft light. A single cartridge was in the chamber; its brass rim, catch ing the candle-light, winked like a baleful eye. Ivan recoiled--Was this the reward? He stared, fasc!ated by the deadly jewel-fearing the signifi cance of its lone cartridge. Slowly, hesitantly he reached out his hand. Hypnotized, he watched his fingers creep over the table. The weapon was al most in his grasp, when, suddenly horrified, he jerked his hand away. The eye winked. A strange shudder ran through him, he gasped at his sudden thought. Almost defiantly, he scowled at thu. revnlvpr. Hic rpuwarg1 Oh not yr.t pi. he shuddered. It seemed to wait so patiently, so confident. Quickly, wildly he glared about him. The si lence was palpable. Gradually, his eyes again fixed on the table. With the enormous stillness of the room wrapped around him, he heard a small whis per in his brain. It grew and shrieked in the death ly silent room. Like an automaton, Ivan crept toward the table. The gungrip was cold in his fingers. Slowly he raised his hand, the blood pounding in his ears. A sudden bird-call split the silence of the room. Ivan snapped back to reality. He shook uncon trollably as he lowered the revolver to the table. Dazedly, he slumped into a chair. The brass cartridge winked like a demon's gem. Ivan looked at the weapon. His face became drawn, the palms of his hands sweated. Unconsciously, he flexed his finger. He leapt to his feet, desperate to leave the room and its curse. The massive door was locked. Woodenly, he stumbled back to his chair. Death winked balefully from the table.. Night Over Brooklyn BY. ZUcKERMAN Outside it was cold-the coldest night of the .winter, the paper said. Outside stood a man with his hands in his pockets watching his breath go out like a small ball of smoke and' float into the dark ness. Suddenly he looked up when a big bus roared, its wvay out of the terminal and thundered past him. And now he couldn't see his breath be cause the exhaust of the bus gathered around him like dew on the dawn's grass. Outside it was cold and the blue exhaust was borne away by the night -. . ;The lamp post swung like a pendulum; has tear stained and frozen countenance went on and off like a neon sign. Suddenly he raised his hand and slow ly waved a.parting at the empty night. Then his head sunk to 19is chest and he embraced his own body with his two hands-and remained motionless for many a minute. Suddenly again he looked at the WC31 Afs,, St (~ mi. SHANDON GREENHI Best Place I Buying C 3013 Millwood Phones 51090.-0 And u Aesop's Fables: 1931 Now Karola was a great land. Iter h4tory reached back for a century or kuore, but her offi cials did not allow the ivy-tinge t6 become preva lent in Karola as similar countries hsd done at ker age.................... Instead it was the peculiar pride of all connected with the nation that Karola was above all things progressive. The Ministers took delight in telling the citizens "You are the government. Anything that you want that is constructive will be done." There came a time in Karola's history when the finances of the land reached a new low. Construe tion was at a stand-still, and the levying of new taxes was considered. Most of all it was regretted that Karola could not advance her territorial pos sessions and increase the value of her real estate. Then it was that .a . confederation of nations, greater in size than our Karola, made available to those who would participate a loan fund from which grants were to be made for the beautifying and increasing of property. Its purpose was two-fold -to give work to those in need,' and to make more attractive the countryside. * The, President and Ministers of Karola took ad vantage of the opportunity offered them and sought at once to obtain from the confederation a sum sufficient to institute a large building project. It was proposed by them to erect an entire city,. which would be the center of all the activities of the people of Karola. They hoped to combine within the bounds of the city a representative part of the industries, amusements, religious and hous ing quarters. Modern in every respect, they wished it to be a monument to the life of Karola-something to which its citizens would point to with pride. And so the money was granted them, and work was be gun. Since the dominant color in Karola was 'grey, the walls of the development were made. that color. To some it became the "Grey City;" to others it just became. The site chosen was near the borders of the country, and on it a most compact city began to rise. When finished, all the people looked upon it and congratulated themselves because of the brogres siveness of thbir government, thinking what a fine addition it made to the architecture of Karola. But soon the praise began to turn to whispered conjectures and lifted eyebrows as the exodus to the Grey City was begun. Some of the less tim orous of the citizens even dared to, question the wisdom, or advisability, of some of the steps taken by the officials. The inhabitants of Karola were housed in some what the manner of a sultan's harem-the smaller, and supposedly fairer, group on the outskirts of the realm, and the larger group nearer the center. In order to be convenient to both groups, the busi ness establishments had been placed in the ap proximate center of -the country. When the city was finally completed, the first part opened to the public were the housing ac commodations, which wcrc rapidly filled. The citi zens then waited for the opening of the entire facili ties. At last one of the Deputy Ministers was ap pointed Keeper of the Kustoms, and, with a com mittee of citizens, placed in control of the city. Little by little the recreation quarters Were fur nished, but a new shadow appeared on the horizon. 'fne religious group refused to take the iocation offered them, and chose to remain in their former location because of the inadequacy of the room allotted them! The next step was the renovation of quarters for the chief Kommissary, which was to be moved from the center of the land to the new city, along with other business establishments. And then the popu lace began to howl. The former location was an honored one to them, because it was the center of activities and a convenient meeting place for both groups. But the end was not yet! Organizations through out Karola received a proclamation from the Keeper of the Kustoms, inviting them to help in the fur nishing of the remainder of the Grey City. The project, begun so ambitiously, had come to the place where the Deputy Minister was requesting aid from the citizens, because "the new facilities belonged to them." The majority of the people of Karola bowed their heads in submission and allowed themselves to be lead, along a blind path without inquiring the di rection in which they were going I Then in February, 1938, the climax was reached. The building was closed, the rooms transformed into houses for the guards and taps were blown. A red-lettered sigq was placed on the front: "RED-TAPE NEMESIS" -Paul Barrett. sky. It was clear and stars lighted clear to the horizon. His jawv stiffening, he suddenly reached in his coat pocket and pulled out an object and flung it into the night.. ..a noise like the break ing of glass sound'ed out and he walked away.... Before dawn with the light and night disappeared three ,more buses roared out of the terminal and blew bltue smoke against the face of the nighit. But the man was. there no more... .The night was empty ... .The stars were alone... .across the street lay shattered pieces of glass...,.a cat stole by and deft ly avoided the fragments and somewhere a man stopped to laugh.... Cobb's Creek. It THE MAYFAIR RESTAU RANT S~ An attractive and modern place to eat at no extra cost 1421-23 Main Street UOSE ALL.NTE sts HAVERTY 'or Furniture Co.. "A GREAT STORE arsages IN A GREAT CITY" t Flowers 163 aMna. Sree