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The Gamecock Pomnded iary so, 18 RO3RT ELLIOTT GONZALES, First Edkr Cated a aSond-class matter at the postofie at Columbia, 1941 Member 1g4g Associated Goge6iate Press Distributor of CAeiate Di6est RIPRISNTMD OR NATONA. AVieiNO UT National Advertising Service, Inc. CoUse Psabbms Represeatire 420 MAOSsoN AvE. NEW YORK. N. Y. C1cac - SOSTOR - Los ANORL1S - SAN FOANCISCO Issued weekly by the student body of the University of South Carolina during the college year. Frank E. Sloan................................................Editor 0. . Ariall. Jr......... ......................Business Manager Robert I. Quinn.................................... Managing Editor EDITORIAL STAFF Donald 0. Merrick......................................Sports Editor Albert S. Eggerton......................................News Editor Doris Nash...............................................Coed Editor Christine Cannon.......................................Society Editor ASSOCIATE EDITORS Leonard Turnbull Pitkin Bell Gordon Hill Donald Law Nancy Padgett Arthur Roberts STAFF WRITERS Jimmy Hill Margaret Jones Eato Smoot Sloan Hungerpillar Buster Coleman Othnell Weinges Sarah Finn Connie Morton Red Ballantine Howard Lindsay Morris Mazursky Bill Timmons Virginia Trapp David Brockington ............................Circulation Manager Ray Parrott .................................Exchange Editor BUSIRESS IRAF Sis Brooks Ken sallenger Thoughts On Exams Last week we put our heads in the fire and backed up Dr. Babcock's proposal for elimina tion of final exams this semester. We got roasted plenty . . . but we liked it. So here we are again this week and every week advocating ao exams. The Gamecock still maintains . . . and has yet to be shown otherwise . .. that any pro fessor worth his meager salary on this campus can tell what his student knows by the time exams come around. We still say, let's have more quizzes and less slumber in classes. Chief argument of professors opposed was "most students don't study until final exams, and exams are our only means of getting any effort from them." Are they telling us? That's our strongest answer . . . we want to get away from final undigestable cramming of courses. The student never retains more than a week the things he learns by cramming. Did we hear someone hint that it might also get some lazy professors up off their estimable bottoms? Also heard was the complaint that the more %rowded and conscientiously taught courses lould not spare the time for quizzing. The lomplaint is answered by those in whose be Lalf it is made. The better courses are better ecause they do have frequent quizzing and lert professors. To those who insist on the importance of r :ams, regardless of wartime needs and pres S. re, we say . . . stand behind your beliefs, then, and give full credit on the course to any one who can pass the examination, whether he attends class or not. In other words, give us no half-way answer. Make the exam mean what you say it is worth, or let's get rid of the all night marathon weeks in May and January. The Gamecock is not "picking on'' any group . . . particularly our underpaid faculty. But it, like the majority of campus groups, has reached the moribund stage of saying "no one else is doing anything, why should we?" If the supposedly intellectual group, on whom the world's progress depends, sits down and groans "nobody's doin' nuttin' for us, why should we do anything for them . . . . .. Well, what are we fighting to defend? Allocation Epilogue After this no more reallocation blurb... You may forget what reallocation means if you ever knew. But we want to say, "A whole green-house full of orchids to the person responsible for starting the business." May all the contingency fund be spent for student activity and not tile athletic debt. (English for "as the Board may direct"). On Class Rings A Carolina ring on the finger of a person is supposed to mean that he has received a de gree from U. S. C. But the group of students who wear rings and who have never been grad uated grows every year. Fear that the ring would become absolutely meaningless has led many campus groups to campaign for a new ring system. The Gamecock stands behind them in this move. One jeweler and one sales agent should be allowed-and one only. Let's make the ring available only to students meeting degree re quirements and see that it once more means a Carolina grad-not a transient to the USC horseshoe. There's been an old ghost hanging around the Caro lina campus ever since 1801. He's an omnipo tent sort of old cuss. Things always come out the way he wants them too. And the people that usually know the least about him are the ones he slips a mickey to occasionally. There was a time when all "suthun gentle mun" claimed his title (and it's too damn bad they don't any more). In fact, he's a pretty tough guy and nobody has ever been smart enough to put much over on him. His name is Honor Principle. Honor has had some rough times and has occasion ally become a very ethereal ghost indeed. As a matter of fact, back in the thirties he became so emaciated that students decided he needed a little help and instituted a very dis tasteful Lieutenant to help General Honor. This jerque's name was Honor Code. Well, for a while it looked like he could bolster the old ghost. . . but after a year or two of having students sign a code which made them agree to be "stool pigeons," this Honor Code becomes very unpopular. Among the dislikers are not the dishonest group, because the crooked bunch always likes to yell "I didn't sign the Honor Code and it ain't fair to kick me out for cheating.'" The real dis likers were those who knew that the age-old honor principle could not keep its strength when based on the signatures of a small minor ity group. No one could say that the objectors to Lieu tenant Code were dishonest . . . and under old Honor Principle everyone was honest (and everyone still is considered honest when he attends USC, until he proves otherwise). The old General Honor needed the support of all these students and faculty members before he could return to his old-time robustness. The few students and many professors who have come to know the value of the Honor Principle and its prestige were anxious for the day to come when every student and faculty member once again looked upon the old ghost with the affection and reverence due his value. The idea is to get rid of the Code and de mand that every student adhere to a personal honor principle. No student will hesitate for an instant to pledge his own honesty. With every student signing in order to be a Carolina man or woman, the honor principle would be back to back to its substantial days. Boys and girls on the honor council would no longer be fighting a battle against both the campus crooks and the sincere objectors to the obnoxious Code. Every student would pledge his personal honor and support of the princip)le . . . and the job of cooperating in the enforcement of the principle would go to the professors. But, then, the professor could not complain that the whole burden is upon his shoulders, for every student would have pledged his own honor and be solid behind the old ghost Principle and the honor council. All this sounds good, doesn't it? Well, it is liable to come true much more quickly than the other fairey tales we've been hearing all our lives. To skeptics we say, Americans have been laying down their lives for a principle, no less ethereal than honesty, ever since 1776 . . . why can't we lay down a pledge of personal honor? Let's Hove Action Promised soon is campus action on civilian defense. Carolina has not yet begun to set up its own system of wvardens and auxiliary po licemen and all the other paraphenalia that goes to make up protection for non combatants during an air raid. We are reassured by those in the know that Carolina will soon have its own system with student wardens and civilian defense workers. At least such is thme intimation of vague ruminations that reach the Gamecock. The Gamecock has two appeals to make. Tro the authorities: Let's get at it if we're going to. The trouble with the whole country now is a tomorrow attitude in regard to the war. To the students: When the time comes for us to participate, the student body should not adopt its traditional lacadaisical attitude. This is one time that "George isn't going to WARDEN 0 The Faculty Letters To; Dear Editor: I take up the pen with mingled feelings of anxiety and hope for the solution of the question I shall now elucidate. Things-which may in clude anything but for this epistle means only one-have come to a horrible state of affairs. I am filled with a welling tide of infuriation, even to such an extent that I gave vent to this terrible irritation in my usual manner (to avoid personal in jury) by-when passing a ragged pcrson who was piteously begging and holding a small sign bearing the statement "I am blind"-pro truding my tongue at this person and emitting a vulgar noise ( a pop ular habit of the day denoting de rision). But to get back to the item which troubles me. I have for the past semester, tht,uh I have noncha lantly attempted to overlook it, no ticed on several persons who fre quent our lovely campus an over growth of that species of fungus of the head (called hair by present-day degenerates). Now, to me, a large amount of "hair" appearing on the head of a person has always con veyed to mec the idea of the female of the sexes (a queer species ol animal often seen and described te me by contemporaries . . . brave or stupid as they may be). These persons to whom I refer do not have as much fungus as ] would attribute to a female, yet dc have far in excess of that I have seen nestling on male knobs. Now all of this leads mec to the apparent conclusion that perhaps a mixture, part male, part female, is becomning prevalent due to the mrisplacemeni of some chromosomes. After dis creet inquiry, however, I found this to be untrue. So without further thought I discarded theory number one and groped for another. For want of a more plausible ex planation I arrived at a new basis for interpretation. Perhaps, I tri umphantly asserted to myself, these males, all of which I found to in habit a certain resort-by-the-sea during the summer months, are un able to pay for a fungus-trimming, This theory was rudely dislodged when, as I strolled past a small local store, run only at night by a courteous person named Johnny, 1 observed one of these persons under discussion purchasing a large bottle (about quart size) labeled RUM, which he no doubt intended to use as a fungus tonic or to induce indi gestion. And he was purchasing this item with a large green paper certificate of the approximate value of twenty gold dollars, Quite ap parently I was wrong, for this thing with the too-long fungus had scade of money. So I discarded theory number two. Then an ugly possibility struck me, as I watched this colossal sum of money being casually passed by this over-fungused person. But NO! It couldn't be! There must FF ATTACK Looks Aloft rhe Editor be some explanation other than this horrible thought! Alas, I had no other alternative than to believe it. These persons must WANT their hair (dropping into the common vernacular) to be too long and curl ing up and down their red and pur ple checked collars. I hurried home and pondered the question deeply. Yes, undoubtedly the air at this "resort-by'the-sea" had a mus. pe culiar effect upon males which forces them to let fungus accumu late in small curls upon the backs or their scrawny necks. At first I thought about this mat ter somewhat sadly, but gradually over a period of a few seconds, this sadness changed to a deep-seated anger, when I observed one of these fellows laboriously making a spit curl hang at just the right angle over his tanned and bleached face. I suppressed this anger for several days by a little action which especially for the purpose--to imag ine myself one of these creatures wvith an excess of neck fungii and straightway rush to the nearest ton sorial artists, hand myself over, and have him remove a bit of my small and well ploughed growth. This soon resulted, however, in a condi tion likening me somewhat to a bald eagle. So I ceased this prac tice. The irritation and anger still boiled in my soul (as it still does) and there wvas bound to be an even tual overflow. Some few days later, I happened upon one to the "Persops of the resort by the sea" in a deserted and rarely traveled alley and decided to question him about his negligence. I meant to discreetly suggest that he attend this matter but somehow in the heat of the conversation I absent mindedly thrust my knife through him, with a noise some what similar to the sound of a per son gargling, he expired. Being a clever fellow, I placed the body in the Chi Omega sorority room, where it is still mistaken for some one waiting to see Millwee and can be seen by lifting Dot Elliot up and looking into the space remain ing. So it is with regret that I an nounce and place this small prob lem before you. I hope you will see fit to publish this letter in the Gamecock so that other public spirited of this benevolent little community may also be prevailed upon to help me in this healthful activity. Let our slogan be: HAIR TODAY, GONE TO MORROW. Very sincerely yours, ANON Y. MOUS. P. S.: I was named after my late lamented grandfather, who while engaged in cleansing himself, fell in the tub, sob, and was sucked down the drain. Why Hill No! By JIMMIE HILL Waffles For Waltzes-or-Batter Up!! If the batter holds out, and the girls don't get dishwater hands, we're going to have another dance this spring. We've had our Bundles for Britain, Dollars for Defense, and V for Victory, but the USC chapter of Kappa Delta sorority is sweeping the countryside with its newest Waffles for Waltzes. Bobby Brown is threatening to report the whole outfit to Harold L. Ickes as hoarders of rubber tires, he remarked while trying to chew one of the dripping, treaded, nominally dough-made, but literally dough-making objects. Truthfully, though, I'm willing to try a meal of them, if I'm promised that I'll get my return in a good dance-if I'm well by then. Note, Plublicity-.25 per head . . . and From Waffles To Raffles for just a moment, we find that the fair femmes of Delta Zeta are adopting somewhat the same procedure as the Zeta Tau Alpha's by holding a raffle. Theirs is of a $25.00 Defense Bond. Lil Gayle seems perfectly sure that everyone she sells a chance to is going to win-she told me. But what I want to know is whether or not we who take a chance either on indigestion or a Bond-are going to be admitted exclusively to the dances, get no-breaks, or be shown no preference at all? Book Barrage Well, it seems that the boys out at Fort Jackson are going to read a while, if the KSK Books for Victory campaign goes along well. If Uncle Sam's boys in Khaki get too much of this kind of stuff, they'll quit fighting the Japs, and begin "opposing the spread of the Neitzsche philosophy throughout the barbaric lands," or something like that. But really, stoodents, it ain't a bad idea to fill up that barrel in the canteen. As Bill Blake said, "It's about the same price the book store pays, and this way it's patriotic." Glories For The Week Ed Patterson started this practice last week, and I decided to bring it back to this space where it belongs. And, of all things, the first deserving of praise is none other than Dietician Swecker and the Stew ards Hall (that's the Mess Hall, you dopel) staff. But they've really been doing a good job of feeding us multitude a two-bit meal when costs of food are definitely on the up-trend. If you don't believe it, ask your folks at home. Now From The Other Angle And this may be welching on Donn Merrick, but I've got a kick to make. It seems to me that athletic arrangements could be made far enough ahead of time to prevent the cancella tion of a swimming meet with V. M. I., and William and Mary's, and calling off a fencing match with V. P. I. the day before these events were to take place. Somewhere between the Physical Education Dept. and the Athletic Association the trouble took place, but it's not the desire or intent of yer colyumnist to place the blame. I do know that in these mix-ups the school's name isn't raised in the eyes ,of the above mentioned schools, and the guys who've been out practicing their hearts out for months are the ones who suffer the loss of their atheltic trip. Words Of Wondrous Welcome To make him feel perfectly at home, as we certainly wish to, I shall devote certain valuable space in this column to welcoming LeRoy, our new freshman.who transferred from some little college called Clem son this semester. When questioned as to his reason for transferring, LeRoy, who hails from .Horsecreek Crossroads down in the Dutch Forks, said "Wal, I been livin' on a farm all my days, and I done larned everythin' them fellers wuz tryin' to larn we up thar since I wuz six yer ole. Boy, I wuz shore mad at that State Fair. My fust prize milk-cow lost a blue ribbon by fore pints. "I reckened I'd butter come here to a fust rate institushun end git sum real larnin' whar it's rilly at. We shore got a claz'y Rooster up here whut rilly done shiowed Clemson wher to git tuh in them basckitball games." You are perfectly right, LeRoy, and we're really glad to have you. Dear readers, LeRoy, because of his clear observations of human nature, will be a consultant for this colyum. Univ. Of Alabama Idea In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of offices on the campus. And from the above-men tioned university springs an idea which might help the young man along as well as many of his non-office-seekers. It seems that there, they set aside one week, called "Hello Week," and during this week, everyone is required to wear a tag with his name attached and introduce himself to anyone he sees that heA does not know. Of course, here at Carolina, we traditionally speak to everyone we meet, but this introduction idea might well be swiped. Why not KSK pushing the idea? That would be real service to the student body. MUSCLIN' IN With ED PATTERSON Crusade to a cowv college . . .Everybody's talking about it so why not us . . . Those who journeyed up will tell you that Charlie Spivak and his bunch are solid citizens . . . Carry Stevens remembered two Carolina lassies who front rowed him for two performances locally... The country gentlemen were swell plus' to the Carolina hep cats and you couldn't beat Jake Colvin, chief of C. D. A., with a stick . . . Late dating abounded . . .Luckiest along these lines was a certain dark haired K. A. who got in an enviable rut and came back holding an ace where he had held a queen . . . June Hutton, vocalist extraordinary, is prettier without war paint and is plenty friendly . . . Jake Penland, prominent drum beater hereabouts, was there in full bloom welcoming all comers Pome Anthony had a Cleo. Nappy loved Josephine. I hate love, but oh-h. I'd like Milwee for my queen . . . and so would Van Earl and dozens of others . . . dernnit... A prowler peeks . . . At Sarah Davies and Tuck Rion laughing over a joke in Esquire . . . At D)r. McKissick doing his share for dlefense by drinking fewer cokes . . . At Clark McCants holding hands in a picture show . . . At Hilda B3agby making' eyes at Bob Leonardl. At Virginia Pulliam being whistled at by occupants of tenement io wvho took time out from wood beating . . . At Miriam Bryant not talking on the telephone . . . At IIenrietta McCauley and Jesse Evans holding down a borrowed front seat outside the canteen . . . At Peggy Jeanne Nelson getting only two letters in the morning . . . And at Smitty's hair growing longer from the effects of a beach influence . . . Records of the Week: Hepcats-"Deep in the IHeaNt of Texas" rendered by Horace Heidt and company . . . and for th! highbrows Intermezzo from Cavaliera Rusticanna by Mascagni, played by the Boston Pop Syonym.