Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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----ur ---rronh DoF L . O. . Edfte D*"14S.D NwridMmck lbwrt NSt6 U,h MM0. FMek L ftw&. , Dona&d Law .......mmnagwxg Wdto THANKS FOR THE LOVELY EVENING Once there was a fairyland built in the flat lands by the grace of God, the legislature and the Plumber's Local 19501. This fairyland was known as the City of Refuge. In' this lovely little city lived people. They were not extraordinary people. Rather had they been classified as Good People. Why they were called Good People, none could ever figure out, except maybe that they conformed to all the standards set up by all other Good People in the world and would keep right on confornung to the end of their natural lives. Once there was also a year. Somebody who had learned to count classified it as the year 1942, and since there was nobody to argue about such a minor detail, they kept right on calling it that until it ended, after which time they changed over to 1943, to give a semblance of progress, at least, to what they were doing. In September of the year 1942, quite a few of the Good People showed up for the City of Refuge, being ready to continue what they and their parents, who were footing the bills, called education. Of course, it is true that they were just a bit hazy as to what education con sisted of, but they were sure that nothing bad could ever come of having one, since so many of the people who really count have one. So,,one and all, they settled down to business, not planning to be disturbed in any way, shape or form, by the things of the outside world. Of course, there was a little trouble going on some where, but that would take care of itself in time. While this was going on, however, the obvious thing to do was to be a Good Person, and mother, father and the parson, who was really responsible for one's being among the Good People. Once during the year, somebody told them something they didn't agree with. Maybe lie was right. Maybe he wasn't. That isn't the point. The Good People disagreed, so he couldn't be anything but wrong. Of course, one never reads such things, but one can usually tell from gen eral conversation about what is going on. Or at least it's more pleasant that way. Luckily for him, he shut his mouth in time to avoid his just retribution, so life was once again peaches and cream. Protected from anything which might approach a "newv idea'' the Good People bore up marvelously. They even con descended to tolerance enough to attend classes where people intimatedl that certain races mightn't be getting the right breaks all the way. How regrettable ! But of course, that's left up to the people who don't mind being classified outside of the strata, so they just agreed that it was regrettable, and let it go at that. All of the time, there seemed to be a notice able decrease in the number of Good People who attended teas, seminars and similar brawls, and as person after male person dropped from around, it began to dawn that something was going on. It is true that the pixies hmad heard about the war, but then they hadn't thought much about it affecting them personally. In the course of time, they began to think, andl strangely enough, such a practise brought on a little growth. After effect of so much thinking left less of the Good People, and more solid thinkers, who realized that after all, if the adult responsibility of fighting a war was to be theirs, they'd have to settle down to a little more than conformity and find out a few things about what gives with the world. That was the story of the last semester in 1942. Of course, one must understand that there are quite a few good people hanging around still, who refuse to loolk at life as it really is and &ecept that fact. But most of these had reached * maturity feeling that way, and there was nothing that a sobering war could do about them. Majority of the good people had by ihe end of '42 realized that something was to be done and that they were going to have to do it and had gotten around to deciding that they would. Ninieteen forty-two was a year of coming to maturity for many. 0od *test its soul for that. MemberT Isocided Cole6iae Press ROBI Diuributor of Colie6iae Diest a IMMA wei rO1ANH dwi IN FOND FAREWELL Nostalgia seems to prevail about the time every editor resigns his post for another, and since it's different and the way we feel about it, we'll say right here that after this issue of the Gamecock goes to press, we frankly don't give two hoots in hell what happens to it. It's not that way about the University. Most of the students who are leaving every day feel a certain sorrow in leaving. To avoid any nostalgia, we'll say again that we wouldn't stay after February if they gave us the new library in gold plate, because its time to go to the Army. However, there are a few things to consider upon leaving. The University represents some thing, not only in itself, but in the life of every individual who attend it. It is a phase, as well as a background. It is at the University that many students reach a maturity of thinking, or as close to maturity as they are going to come. Therefore, the University is closely linked with the development and like the books we read and the things we've done, has become a part of the individual which can never leave him. Also, the University as an institution has given something. It has given the opportunity to learn living by actual practise. Just how much of this has been picked up depends upon the people involved, but it isn't the University's fault about the people it turns out. In return, there are several things those who are and will soon leave can do. For we must accept the inevitable and unevitable fact that most of our men students will soon be serving. Those who return can see to it that the Uni versity gets a better than even break in the matter of state politics. It is a regrettable situa tion that such an institution must depend for it's livelihood on an organ of politics, but so long as it is true, the men of Carolina can really aid it by seeing that it is not outpoliticked--or lost in the shuffle of political deals and what have you. The best advertisement for school is the man who has been there. As representatives of the University, its alumni can make or break its future. For that reason, they should at least give the appearance of education and a knowl edge of what the better things in life stand for, because they've certainly had the oppor tunity to find out about it by now. There are several other things wvhich might have been done, but that involves a lot of things which are .strictly on thme hush-hush, and follow ing our statement about the hoot at the begin ning of this piece we will shut our mouth for all time. At least in these columns. Except for the following small item. TOKENS OF APPRECIATION It is fitting before the mouth closes for good to put in a good word for thme people who have rallied 'round at times and made life bearable at least when thme going was tough, or the work was too much for a chronic laziness. To all the members of the staff, which was smaller this year, but just as conscientious as ever before, we say 'Thank you'. You took a good many kicks in the pants which war aimed at this honorable personage simply due to the association, and don't think it was appreciated. To those members of the faculty and ad ministration who gave us more than an even break even when you felt that the Mouth had been opened too widely o,r maybe you didn't agree with what was coming out, "Thank you". It was comforting to find at least a tolerant outlook at times. -To all campus politicos who wished us such a merry farewell for Christmas time, "Thank you". We got lots of laughs out of it over the holidays. To everybody else, "Thank you" for not breaking our neck when you seemed to think it so sorely needed it. We've enjoyed the con tinued use of it. Our parting words, in the words of Tiny Tim, Teddy Roosevelt, or any intelleet you care to piek out, "Thank God, that's .all." a tr m,eooo0 he Gamecock Founded January 80 1006"Tns Pon National Advi IT ELLIOTT GONZALES, Frst Editor CoNt es PA 4a0 MADIGoN AV watte at 'the offm.o at Columbia, colca -A o -ON A MY by tho stmt body I the Uavadty * South tw ohe" ole YW- __ _ Campus Camera I WANT4 1WO NOUR FLESH' SM ' HMES MY KEYt-00N'r W27 ME SAM. A THE COLEGIATE SHYIOCK IWAVERAGE SUDENW CRAMING FOR. FXAMS LOSES iW POUNDS IN WEIGHT. 250,OOO LBS. OF COL.EGIANS' FLESH WiLL VANISH DURING FINAL EXAMS/ CHEMICAL GRADING 'J9WS AR= NW PRINED IN INK'AT 90%OF-IE0 W XM SDENTS -rURN BLUE OR. RED WHEN -1HE S CW B FOR XANUNATONS/ ' IUDENT CM ECKS'-ME ANSWER SF? , A TL o CAPij AC*s Jay Richter Reports from Washingtoa * Enrollment Note College and University enrollment has dropped about 14 per cent in the last year, according to the latest figures from the Office of Education. That figure will become more imposing as 18 and 19-year-olds-who make up one-third of the country's total male collegiate population-are absorbed by the Army. 0 "Army Specialized Training Program" Colleges interested in getting "contracts" to train soldiers for technical duties are advised by the American Council of Education to take a thorough going inventory of their physical plants. Once the so-called "Army Special ized Training Program" is announced, that information may come in handy. Among other things, the government may want to know how many addi tional students could be housed on or niear the campus, how many more than this number could be housed if 50 per cent of the college's physically fit young men were drafted, etc. It is under the "Army Specialized Training Program" that a selected group of 18-s9-year-oldl draftees (and perhaps soldiers in other categories as well) will be sent to college for technical training. Details of the plan, long awaited by educators in Washington and elsewvhere, are still a sece among members of the Joint Army-Navy Personnel Board, charged witi1 the responsibility of drawing up the plan. * Food, Fiber And Colleges Secretary of Agriculture Claude Wickard has made it clear that we cannot possibly produce more food and fiber next year than the United Natiom can use, even if America's 6 million farmers meet the record goals they arc now setting themselves for next season. Besides food demands of gigantic proportions, we face the necessity 01 building stockpiles for post-war feeding of ill-nourished Europeans anc hunger-worn Asiatics. If these peoples hear our promises of Freedom frorn \Vant, they probably envision a global war against starvation. That visior must develop into something more than mirage. Lack of manpower is the No. i obstruction'in the way of successful fooc and fiber production next year. Secretary WVickard has already congratulatec college men and women throughout the nation, as well as others who helpec bring in the 1942 harvest, the most bountiful in our history. Accompanying his congratulatory message is a call for even greater effort in 1943. His plea is echoed by Washington officialdom generally. No wartime job takes priority over food production. * Womanpower One of three of the nation's largest aeronautical firms is at work ona womanpower plan that makes good sense. By way of the American Counci of Education, the firm sent questionnaires to college deans of women t< discover whether co-eds would be interested in continuing their educatior for a year as "engineering cadettes" on the company payroll-then take regular job with the firm. The response from deans has been terrific I Altogether, the firm wants i,ooo women. They must have had two years of college, including some mathematics. Now the company is getting in direc touch with the colleges. * Notes On Nylons The stocking salvage program will be in high gear by February. Here ar< a few things co-edis might remember if they aren't already aware of them: "Useable stockings" include silk, nylon, mixtures of silk and rayon, sill and nylon, nylon and rayon, silk and cotton, and nylon and cotton. . . . Don' contribute other silk or nylon garments. . ..Don't expect to be paid fo your contributions--it's strictly a proposition for patriots. . . . Hosiery collec tion depots are set up at hosiery counters in retail stores . . . Stores wil continue to sell the few new stocks of silk and nylon hose that are left... If you want to contribute your time as well as your stockings, get in touci with your local salvage chairmen. . . . And on the final point, Capital t< Campus is cautiouse nough to quote te govrnmnt "B uealavg January 8, 1943 Richard . Jachon, BuWinen Manager nTICNA. ^0vStrawl ev "BW oka Coly OwMbtt, Mank amrfk, gS.rvIce4n ~ ama.k Ik Re" OseN OrWde"rr= awo. N Y .oan illr, N"d .Eate o" ANGILne SAN FRANCWO Jobb Cook. Sam Graham ..cad &mger CANNON FODDER BY TINA CANNON 9 Ring Out, 0 Belle! Along with the new year Comes a new shift in The Gamecock set-up. As you can see from the heading of this column, Eggerton is out with the draft, and Cannon is in with the wind. It seems that I have gradu ated from the society page to the editorial page. The purpose of this column will not be to comment on world-shajing events, or to conduct forum or to teach you to knit, or study the three-toe4 sloths of South America, or even to criticize anything much. Instead, it has as its happy purpose the spreading of humor around the campus. "Brighten the cor ner where you are" will be my motto henceforth. A little Disseminator of Sunshine-that is what I shall be. The jokes and witticisms you find here will be of the best variety. You can feel free to tell them to any body from your grandfather on up to Mrs. Roosevelt, there's no limit. Ring out, o belle I * Exams-Ah, Sweet Mystery Of Life! Coming all too soon for students trying to get over the Christmas holidaze, exams, those grim reminders that school ain't all play and no work, are starting in a little over a week. So mark them on your calendar-only io . more hopping days til exams. Which reminds me:' there was once a pro fessor who, anxious to improve his course, added as the last question of an exam, "What do you think of this course ?" The befogged student who had struggled over the tedious exam laboriously answered: "I think this was a very well-rounded course. Everything not given during the semester was included on the exam." . . . As he had suspected, he did not receive a passing mark on the exam, and as he had not suspected, the results were * sent home to his father, who quickly called him to account. What does this 6o mean ?" the father thundered at his poor son. Who quickly replied, the soul of innocence. "Do you suppose it could be the temperature of the school room ?" e Three Wonderful Words I gazed into his dark and glowing. eyes, His lips were saying those three wonderful words I had waited to hear. I could not believe it, And yet it was true. Again he said, fulfilling the dreams of my life "No Spanish aignmnt". * Our Bright Boys No humor session is complete without our bright boys. Without them life wvould cease to be funny. So here are two of the latest in moron jokes... Have you heard the one about the moron who was worried about the sun ? lIe wvent out one evening to see if he could figure out where it set, and finially the next day it dawvned on him. . . . The next, through the courtesy of George Stuckey, concerns the little moron who ran home proudly to his mother, panting that he had just saved soc. "Howv did you do that, my boy ?" the mother inquired. "Oh I ran home behind a trolley car", answered the moron. "Dummox", exclaimed his mother. "Why didn't you run home behind a taxi and save 35c.? * Perusing The Papers We see by the papers from other colleges that: P. C. is annoyed because its paper did not win an award at the S. C. Press nmeet held recently in Newberry. In fact, P. C. is so annoyed that it promtply resignedl from membership in the society. Don't fret, boys, "'into evecry life some rain must fall". This does not mean that you're drips. Oh no. You're in a very exclusive society as a result of your resignation. T1he Refusers To Be Rooked Into Any State Collegiate Press Association, the R. T. B. I. A. S. C. P. A. for short. The Game cock of U. S. C. is the other member. Long live the R. T. B. I. A. S. C. P. A. ers! In The Clemson Tiger a whole page is devoted to Clemson graduates in the service. Their pictures, resplendent in the uniforms of lieuten ants, are extensively displayed. They are doing their duty in this country and others, it sez. Apparently, a Clemson man needs no intro duction-not even to IIirohito or Hitler. * With Our Boys In Service A U. S. ship was sailing in the Pacific, returning home from combat duty, and picked up sonme drifting Japs, survivors of a torpedoed U-boat, INobody on the ship could speak Japanese, and none of the Japs could speak English, and the Japs huddled in a corner like scared mice for several days. Finally the captain of the boat called up one of the deckhands and asked him to help cheer the prisoners by teaching them to sing. So the deckhand went to work on the only song he knew. When the boat docked in San Francisco and the prisoners were herded out, they were beaming with delight and singing "Gaw Biress Ernmerica" I . . .. . Recently a captain's cap ap-' peared in the Navy Department with a pink-checked, young face under it, not a day over ip. The boy wvore a navy raincoat, which bears no insignia, and while electrified spectators watched, lie took it off, revealing an ensign's stripe on his sleeves. "What are you, anyway ?" they asked. "Why, I'm Ensign Jones, reporting for dutty," he answere<'. "But why the captain's hat ?" they wanted to knows "Oh. is it a captain's hat ?" the youngster asked. "I didn't know. I just bought my uniform yesterday, and 'l picked out this I -hat. It was prettier than the plinern, and it onl c.,s.. -fou. dolar mr."