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Speculum Vitae By Dinky Williams "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death"-Macbeth PREDICTION OOP SCORES Last week, this column made several pre dictions concerning the coaching situation at Carolina and what would happen to it. Boy, did we hit it on the head! 1Take a look at this. "Don McCallister will be back in harness as head coach." A bulls eye. "Assistant Coaches Pauley and Stamman will have new jobs, either here or somewhere else.'' Another hit. Their contracts were not renewed and they 'ill work somewhere else. "Neither Coach Harry Mehre nor Carl Snaveley will tred the Carolina soil.'' We were afraid of this one but it was 100% perfect. ''Two new coaches, a line coach and a backfield - coach, will be contracted from other sec tions.'' Perfect. And added to this, this columnist predicted on the front page that Frank Patrick would be here as backfield mentor. That was also correct. "Fred Frink seems to fade from the pic ture this 'spring." He will leave for profes sional baseball fields. "Ted Petoskey will continue to drop in every year following baseball season to take up frosh coaching duties." Another bulls eye and a perfect record. Six bulls eyes out of six shots. We hate to brag but we think that is pretty good-es pecially since written seven days before any inkling of the proceedings were given out. TYPOGRAPHICAL ERROR The success of a feminine dancer with fans Lies not in her beauty of face. She gathers applause and a handsome pay check by Displaying a lot of white space. NOTES FROM A PORTABLE .Frhr. H , of i;gh-ai,hooul-al-winnerC-s fame, cried himself to sleep when he received' his report card with a B plus. The other marks were A's.... R. G. Bell had his likeness published in this rag last week for the first time since he has been here-two decades . . . Jim Joyner, honorary member of this staff as he does no work, has a cousin crashing Hollywood with Cecil B. DeMille . . . Flinn Gil land, Sage of the Registrar's Office, -- underwent an oper tion the past week end on his injured knee...The circle should he titled, not parking space but parking space...The secret of polite conversation is never to openi your mouth unless you have nothing to say... Morals are vhat we fall back on when wve can't get the other thing we want. . .Ramnsay P'otts, the U. N. C. studlent, wvho quit school rather than sign a hypocritical ath letic blank denying subsidization, played against this columnist in tennms--and. wowv, did we lose!. .. The atre Marquee on Main Street the past week: "You Can't Have Everything" "Between Twvo Women"... And the best example of an optimist is the person who fell ten stories and as he passed each window shouted to his friends, "All right so far"... On a street car a man gave his seat to a woman. She fainted. On recovering she thanked him. He faint ed...In the 01(d days, shaking in your shoes wvas a sign of timidity; now it is apt to be a new dance. STUDENT'S SWAN SONG Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Who in the heck do you think you are, Way up there on that policeman's chest? Great Guns! I'm under arrest. DAFFYNITION A KISS--a peculiar phlenomena of both man and beast, of no use, of good and bad results, with ab solute bliss to two. Tihe lad gets it for nothing, the young man has to steal it, and the old man has to buy it. Th le baby's right, the lover's privilege, and the hypocrite's seal. To a young girl, faith; to a married woman, hope; and to the old maid, char ity. SCOOP OF THE WEEK Is the discovery that John A. Chase, Jr., registrar, who all his life has delved into statistics, meticulous work and' systematic organizations wants to make enough money to build himself a private study, well-equipped,--without a single note of orderliness or system. I MEAN REALLY In front of a coming train I'd lay, And gladly, too, the bore Who greets my column with, "Oh say, I've heard that one before." THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW TIL OW That "I love you" in Eskimo is "Unifvgssaern tuinajuanjuraissigenjak" and that is the reason why the Northern nights are so long..,.that of every dollar of tax money from the American people, more.than eighty cents is spent on war and war machinery.. .and even the President shouts, "I Hate War"..,.that girls who retire at half-past ten are loved-by their parents and elderly men... that a student handing in an examination paper, enclosed it with quotation marks, saying it was "courtesy to the man on my right, sir"...that the mind is like the stomach. It isn't how much you put into it that counts but how much it digest. / G *Perrin Kennedy Gets Exclusive The harsh ringing of a telephone disturbed the sabbath slumbers of Perrin Kennedy, Carolina sophomore and mem ber of the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity, last Sunday, and plunged him into a maelstrom of violence, brutality, tear gas, and death. The bell also brought wealth in the form of a "scoop" on the exclusive pictures to the South Carolina prison break which Kennedy has been able to sel! to leading news services. Kennedy, who is staff photographer for the Columbia Record, received a phone call at 9:30 a. m. Sunday, from his city editor. He dressed hurriedly, rushed by taxi to the Record office to pick up his equipment, and then sped, by the same taxi, to the State Penitentiary. The taxi driver, scnsing an important mission, passed all the lights on the way and broke several other traffic regulations. .. ~ As Kennedy en tered the prison yard, having been identified b y R o y Powell, secretary to Governor Olin D. Johnston, he felt an air of suspense hanging over t Ii e %T seemed to be moving and all stood as though waiting for something to hap pen. About a minute later a bus, loaded with national guards drew up to the gate of the prison and the soldiers got out. Sl ere Kennedy vent to work and got a fine picture of the men swinging into action with two ma chine guns which they set up diago nally, facing the buidin whre he ixdesperadoes wvere holding the ill-fated Captain Sanders.1 Unable to get good pictures from the ground, Kennedy climbed to the second story and shot two pictures of national guardsmen attempting to rip the screening away from the windlows so they could shoot tear gas into the small office. As the gas took effect the prisoners, "like yellow rats", says Kennedy, began to cry for quarter and the guardsmen or dered them out of the building. As they filed out of the of fice, the Record photographer snapped several more shots of the guards subduing the prisoners. Tear gas reached Kennedy at his vantage point and forced him to go dlown to the ground. H-ere lhe was gassed again as he waited for the other prisoners to come out. With his eyes almost closed from gas, Kennedy continued shooting pic tures until his film gave out.1 Thle Associated Press arranged with Kennedy, at the prison, for a set of photographs to be flowvn to Atlanta. Immediately upon arriving at the Record office, Kennedy telephoned the International News Service in New York and contracted for three more sets of photographs. As the Associated Press had hired thle only plane out of Columbia, Kennedy hired Captain 13. P. Parish to drive a set to Atlanta, Georgia, and Harvey DuBose, Carolina student, to drive twvo sets to Char- 1 lotte, North Carolina, to catch the 6 :40 plane to Washington 1 and New York. DuBlose, with the speedometer crowding ninety all the way, reached Charlotte in 1 hour and 35 minutes to catch the plane with 10 minutes to spare. Newvs that bo0th drivers had reached their destinations came at 9 :30 at night when Parish notified Kennedy of his arrival in At lanta. Exhausted by the hard clay's work and sickened by the two gas attacks, Kennedy Went to his darkroom at 11 o'clock Sun day night to do the regular day's work for the Monday edition of the Record. #Wind At Midnight By ribble The wind walks the street at midnight, Seeking a lover, Peering thru half opened windows. She ruffles a gentleman's scarf As he passes; Caresses a gentleman's cheek. The gentleman turns his back, And the wind Goes on, a lonely ghost, To bed. cf& 11 Aesop's Fables: 1937 By hat Prince Once upon a time, there dwelt in the beautiful land of Karola a happy and contented people. Climate, fresh air, and sunshine made them a healthy clan, bright eyes and ruddy cheeks bespeaking vitality and pep. But a black monster showed himself in Karola, and some >f the inhabitants were stricken with illness and the popu lation lost its healthy mien. But the governor of Karola decreed that this should not :ontinue and a medicine man was brought to the tribe with ill sorts of remedies for ill, imagined or otherwise. So well did the medicine man exert himself that sickness was slowly stamped out and all the populace regained its tealthy aspect. And the healer did not stop with curing. By use of preventive measures, much discomfort was saved he people. But time passed on and, through what was called by some :areiessness, the medicine man allowed ai occasional Katoiau :o slip into the Great Beyond. Finally, a change was deemed aecessary by the board of governors, and a new medicine man was brought to Karola. Into this land fraught with indignation came the new pill ?eddler, secured by the governors at an increased cost to the iatives and recommended by all those acquainted with him n another land. Acclaimed by all for his business-like way of taking over i difficult si.uation, he continued the policy of his predeces or without his defects. But a change slowly came about. The new medicine man made a list of hours and decreed that the populatioi1 of Karola should be sick only during those hours. But alasI Ahhough the nm n told his charges they must >e sick only at certain times, he failed to give them the formula for turning health on and off at periodic intervals. And the population which ordinarily would have drifted to he health-dispensary found themselves sometimes unable to neet the hours laid down by the panjandrum. And many a hroat was sore, because the Karolian could not secure treat nent at the proper time. Few serious cases were refused, but failure to secure treat nent at the time it was needed caused many of the people to wonder if it would not be less expensive to go back to the >ld system and let every man look out for himself. And they are still wondering. * Vignettes roday Is Tuesday By Zuckermnn I looked at the calendar and I saw it was tuesday and the 't" in tuesday was a big red letter and I figured and laughed iow I would laugh if I thought this was going to be a red etter day for me. It was cold and shivers ran like electric :urrent through my shaking body and I drewv the dirty :overs of the bed around me close until I could feel the sooth ng pain of tightness and protection... .and then I sneezed md sneezed again and wondered wvhy my eyes closed when I neezed and I couldn't see the red letter that started off tues lay on the calendar that I could only see when I did not mneeze. So between one sneeze and another and cursed all yeings and things and then looked for the bottle that I had inder the bed. And I lifted it up and looked at it and threw t against the wall and after a clinking sound the glass seemed .o lay on the floor like artificial snow around a christmas ree that I knew in some long ago, in some far off place, in ome too folded and burnt page of the calendar. Then all of i sudden a yellow streak eased across the floor and settled m the b~il rest and hurt my eyes a2nd 1 looked out the window and tried to laugh and tried to sing something about some tune about there is always a silver liniing when skies are grey >r something silly and romantic like thiat.... Soon I found I was enjoying watching the yellow ray on the bedpost the way t came and disappeared. I thought maybe I would like it )etter if I watched the changipg sky but [t was uncomfortable :o turn around in the bed so I watched the post... .And I mtarted to think of the things I would like to do, of the things I did, and of things I never did... .and should have :lone. Everything was quiet now because I wasn't kneezing. And it was quiet and still as death until I heard a noise and .hen I found I heard the noise before because it was a knock mng at the door and I thought about what Charles Lamb and Poe said about knockings at the door but it seemed funny to mae now hearing a knock at the door. And I wanted to get up and walk to the door and open it and look at the someone r something there before the door that stood knocking but I found that I did not ,move. And I wanted to call out in a sotto voice "come in" and then I thought maybe i ought to say "who is there" but said nothing.... Then I looked at the calendar and saw the red "t" and I buried deep my head into the pillow that smelled from last week's sweat.... I couldn't hear the knocking at the door anymore.... I couldn't see the red "t" and the glass that looked like false snow and th.e yellow streak that played on the bed pos....And I wished I were dead... .Because tomorrow was only Wednes rlay and1 I never cou sand red ums.. ,...vpa..vv . , 4.U I Question-(-Ws WcL When,rumors leaked out that the canteen and post office would be moved from their present locations many approvals and disapprovals were voiced on all sides by members of the student body. The Gamecock was curious to know what the general opinion on this, an important question, was. Three members bf the stu dent body were as ed; "DO YOU FAVOR THE MOVING OF THE CANTEEN AND THE POST OFFICE FROM THEIR PRESENT LOCATIONS TO THE BASEMENT. OF THE STUDENT UNION BUILDING" the students are doubtful. Here's what they think. Bill Bochman, senior "I do not approve of moving the canteen from the present site to the student activities building. I once favored this move but since the union building has turned out to be 'a ghost structure housing only co-ed groups and not including even the Y.M.C.A. and the recreation rooms, I doubt the wisdom of this change. "The canteen is now centrally lo cated and at the speed at which the activities are changing to the new building, I will be an old man before I would begin worrying. about looking for the student groups in the P.W.A. structure. "Tersely speaking, keep the canteen where it isl" Tom Jolly, sophomore "if the canteen and the post office are to be given more room in the Student Union Building than they have in their present quarters I favor moving them. The Student Union Building was built for a center of stu dent activities; the canteen and post office are vital student interests and should have a place in the building. Although their present location is as nearly as. possible the center of the campus, they are rather crowded. But if they are not to be given adequate space in the new building I am in favor of leaving them where they are. Preston O. Johnston, seniot "I do not approve of the moving of the post office and the canteen. Both now have better locations than they will have in the basement of the Stu dent Union, Building. Considering the campus as a whole, the present lo cation is the geographical center. The Library, Legare, Petigru, DeSaus sure, Harper and Rutledge are all within two hundred yards of the post office and canteen, as they are now situated. Students living in Burney, Wardlaw, etc. would be required to go several blocks out of their way should they desire to get their milk and mail before class. In short, the present location of the canteen and post office is more readily accessible to a vast majority of the students. It is a great deal further from the wall, which is the traditional loafing place of the students. From a business standpoint since the canteen is a Cooperative store, operated by the students, for the stu dents, it is to their best interest that the canteen make some profit. Every business man knows that every thing being equal the volume of business will determine the profits. Surely the inaccessibility of the future locations will materially reduce the amount of goods nn~w cn14 by the ca1!teen. 4Ganecock Story Contest Pictured above is the second short story contest being s*ponsored by The Gamecock. The first competition was be gun last week with the printing of the two pictures to be used in connection with the pictures, the deadline being set for January 1. TLhe above contest closes on January 31. Theatre passes will be given to the three best short stories submitted before that time. The manuscripts must not be over 500 words. Address all communications to The Gamecock, University of South Carolina. Tragic Interlude By Ed McGWrath The crumpled b't of yel!ow' paper near his hand was a telegraph blank on which were recent words. Miss Anne Jeffreys 27 Central Avenue Midvale, Illinois Darling was released yesterday Stop Doctor says I will get well Stop Am going back to work to morrow Stop We can be married in June as planned Love John On th.e #lesk nearby was a letter, opened in haste, and a clipping. The letter was from Mid vale by the p ost mark. Dear John: Terribly sorry to be the one to have to send you such bad news. This clipping came from yester d'ay's paper. Keep your chmi up old man. Regards, Dave. FORMAL WEDDING HUGE SUCCESS Bride And Groom To Live In Town Miss Anne Jeffreys was married to Mr. Albert Johns in a quiet ceremony here this morning. The bride and groom left immediately on an ex tended honeymoon. The policeman's report was brIef. SuIcide: Royal Arms Apartments, 10:85 a. m. John Davidson, age 35, shot with 8s automatic. Deceased a recent inmate of tubercular anitarium.