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Donald Law ........... .Editor RDrNoERAL S rAr eatle il ot Editor it =r Lidm. . Editor Doris N ................ o-ed Editor Helen Hedden 0........ Society Editor TOM Perda .................. Ezhnge Editor ASSooIATE EDITORS Pitkin Beli. Morris Masursky, Jimmy Brock Man, Sloan Hungerpiller, Ohristine annon. Sarah Flinn ................Managing Editor OBITUARY FOR COMMUNITY CHEST One more war casualty of the week is the community chest idea, which seemed to have started so promisingly last week. It's death is understandable, but nevertheless, a shame. The student-faculty committee that dreamed it up worked hard. The committee that in augurated action on it worked hard. The fault can be chalked up to neither of these groups. Here's why the idea was good: There is an obvious need of some way to co-ordinate the numerous charity drives on the campus each year. Students may approve of the worthy causes but no one likes being asked to give a dime to the Chinese students on IMonday; a quarter for the starving Armenians Tuesday: and a nickel for a cuppa coffee Wednesday. The committee also felt that this plan should be put into effect now while the students who were enthusiastic enough to plan it, were still in school. Here's why they finally voted it down: Even though the drive might have had a chance for success this semester, it is doubtful because, not only are many students too interested in their draft status to get hep about a big drive, but also because a large majority of the stu dents who would probably have put on the drive are now on their way to the Army Air corps, etc. Then too, the committee felt that it was necessary for such an experiment to be really successful in its trial flight. It prob ably would have become a tradition if it had turned out well. If it had flopped, though it might be years before such a plan would be tried again. And even if it succeeded this semester, its prospects for following years grow dimmer, with each boy or girl leaving school. So it was dropped. The Gamecock agrees with the committees decision, as the most logical one, but it's bard to see a good thing like that go down without a trial. And the too-frequent drives for money are still with us, in their old, and more un desirable form. If it were certain that the students of the first peace generation will only rejuvenate this plan the Gamecock would not be as doubt fil about the wisdom of shelving the drive for the present. Next time such a question comes up howvever, the Gamecock feels that it might be a wise idea to experiment, even with war-time con ditions. We'll certainly never learn wihichi is the better tiling to do, if we continue to p)ost pone, as the chest has been (lone. In the meantime, until another matter comles lip, in whlichi the decision is tiedl in with wvar time conditions, there's nothing imuch to do but to give the blame to the right person, when things don't come out rosy-and therefore, to give Hitler hell. SNIFF, SNIFF The boys are going. That state.enmt may be a little late, since they've been going in a steady stream since December 8, 1941. How ever, since the 50-odd that are leaving this week for the army air corps make the first big group to be called in a body, a statement is still appropriate. Just what statement is appropriate we aren't quite sure. We could get silly, and say: Poo, you'll soon be home again and in 4-F, after the army gets acquainted. (4-F includes those morally and1 mentall/ unfit, as well as those counted out because of health.) But, as was saidi, that would be silly. Or we could be tritc, and sentimental, and say: be sweet, gentle people, and bring us back a pound of coffee. Or; godspeed you. Or; well, boys, this is war. But as was said, that would be trite, and sentimental. Or we could repeat what everybody knows: that every boy still .'n school wishes he had that order to report for duty. And that every girl is either crying in her pillow because her boy was gone, or praying especially hard so that her boy won't be called next. But as was said, that would be repeating what we all know. So the only appropriate statement we can think of is: Goodbye. Or, perhaps: Sniff, sniff. Membur 4ssociaed CoHe6iate Piress R Distributor of Colle6iae Di6est .1 WHEEEE! NOW WE CAN PLAY The best thing that's hit this campus in this student generation, or one of the best any how, is the recent action taken by the student union board, which decided to spend part of their $1,000 accumulation so that the students now in school can enjoy the benefits of it. For the past several years, the money paid to this fund through the student's activity fee has been accumulating, since there was no student union building on which money was needed. The present student generation has cherished fond dreams of the wonderful build ing that is comnnionly known as the Colonel's dream house-the ideal student building that is the forefront of President McKissick's hopes. And we'll still look forward to the day when that dream can materialize. Nevertheless it's still sound reasoning that the money students this year are giving to the student union fund, presumably for the pro motion of student recreational facilities should be spent now if there are recreational needs, and ways of filling them. There is no question of the need for play facilities, what with no gas, and every movie, bowling alley and other recreationtl centers in toWnl too swamped to accommodate all. And since the plan was formulated by a committee of KSK, there's no doubt but that these needs can be answered to the satisfaction of all fun seeking students. Credit lines on the work go to many people: to KSK, and especially the committee headed by Charlie Knowlton, that fathered the plan; to Frank II. Wardlaw, director of the news service, and chairman of the committee now putting the plans into action; to Colonel-Presi dent J. Rion McKissick who has given to go ahead signal, and is an enthusiastic backer; to Prof. E. C. Coker, who has helped in find ing a place for the picnic grounds, and is get ting labor; to Prof. R. L. Sumwalt who has worked to get the furniture for the picnic grounds; and to the student union board for seeing the worthiness of the plan and giving over the necessary funds. Here is one more important reason why we are proud of and devoted to our Carolina because there are people like this doing things like this for us, the students. HERE'S HOW YOU HELP And lere's the way you can help in the plans under way to give Carolina students adequaite and1( inexpensive means of having a goodl time. One of the conumnittee's p)lanls for the student enjoynment is the arrangement of a skating rink in the paved area behind Legare college. Only one thing stands in the way-skates. They are ino) longer- obtainable, bein imae of vital war mater'i'alIs. "Tle conittee in charge of this plan is there.. fore sending out an urgent plea that students sell their old skates to the student union board for gener-al use. It is a very minor way in (Ieed that we can co-operate gratefully with the people cooking up these laudable schemes for' everybody's good time. The board is pre' pared to pay good prices. And once the skates are soldI, they will)prov'ide pleasure for many. Don't just look at the front page clipping, and have good intentions about it. D)rag out those ball-hea rings from the basement; ear'n a little extra cash, and help to fix upl a p)lace you'll prVobably want to use later. To quote a University prIofessor talking about the skating camp)aign: "Come on, now, he a good skate'." NO LONGER SHE WAVES The imposing flag pole on the front campus was erected last year and1 dedicated in a back gr-ounud of p)retty co-eds and eloquent digni taries to the sons of Carolina who are serving our country. At the time, quite a few people wondered whether the flag pole would have been more useful if made into guns for those sons to fight with. But the sight of Old1 Glory waving in the breeze was an inspiring one, so the matter was forgotten. Now the ropes which wer-e used to raise the flag have disappeared and the flag hasn't been seen for several months. The freshman who volunteered to raise and lower the flag each (lay without charge is now without a job. And the flagpole, imposing as it is, would be more insp)iring as scrap metal than stand The Gamecock Founded January $0, 1906 R3PUSSBNTEO PG National Ad, BERT ELLIOTT GONZALE, First Editor Nato P 420 MA0ISoN A red as -ed-lam matter at the postofifo at COlumbla, cmcao - OSTON Nov. 30, 1UM6 d weekly by the student body of the University of loth as during the college year. Campus Camera MAJ. GEORGE aAouWED PRO WE LtVEQ SrlY OF MOUIGAN AT 'IRE AGE OF 93! At 21 HE WA9 WMI1N A FEW WEEKS OF RECEMNG iS' DEGREE WHEN HE ENLISTED IN SME CIVIL.WNAR. HRi WAS PRE SWNTD WH HIS SHEEPSKIN 72 YEARS LATER/ . %F 141 fAXERNM DE-PANTSING -"9STrED E0Aj g AT ARMOUR TECH (CRICAGO) ALL FRE%R- FE2 AROIJ ERM A iE MEN REFUSING TO WEAR G-REEN CAPS -RAftTrON 'Q9 ARE M112PPED OF '1VER PANTS AND REQUIRED To WALK IN S(CH A STATE9 TO ALL CLASSES DURING 'IPE DAY D~~-C&Bpav&G to CN ANIPVCH7 Ako CJW 1111"hi"erRepos ieon waskingten WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? WASH INGTON-(ACP)-Results of a national inquiry into the col legiate mind were announced this week by OWI. Four organizations-the American Council on Education, the Associa tion of American junior Colleges, the National Student Federation of America and the International Student Service-asked student govern ments and war councils what questions college students wanted answered. More than 200 colleges replied. The results, in terms of winning the war and the peace, were good. Questions most often and most widely asked were how students can contribute most to the war and postwar world, how war will affect education, what the fighting's for, what the p)ostwar world will be like. * * * * Here are some of the questions, answered by government experts: What's the most useful thing to do before being drafted? Keep studying until called. Get into good physical condition. Read about the new kind of war and why we fight it. Can I continue my studies in the army? Yes. After you've been in four months, enroll in the Army Institute or wvith one of 76 universities and colleges offering correspondence courses to soldiers. Are more educated men really needed or should wve all get into the army or prodluction jobs? So far as you are free to (10 so, it's wiser to continue your education but to direct your studies to greater war usefulness. What are the plans for training and using college women? WMC is developing proposals for utilizing college men and women in many useful war activities. Trhese plans will be announced soon. Is there an over-all plan as to the number of soldiers, workers, farmers and doctors, or are we all to be put in the army in the hope the problem will work ont right? A policy for assuring each man his best possible chance for service is gradually taking form. What kind of wvorld are we going to graduate into after this war? One thing sure. We are not going back to where we are. The kind of world we will have after the war depends in large measure upon what wve dlecide we want and how vigorously and intelligently we plan ahead to achieve the kind of world we wvant. Therefore it is essential to think, not in terms of what is going to happen, but of what we want to attain. WAR JOB FOR SMALL COLLEGES Many a small college finds itself cast into the story night now that the Army-Navy-War Manpower joint selection board has picked the schools to carry out the armed service's specialized training programs. One promising plan comes from Washington from Robert C. Ramsey, dean of students at Olivet college in Michigan. He suggests such schools be used for rehabilitating and re-educating wounded fighters as they return from the front. Small college surroundings, Dean Ram sey believes, would be ideal for restoring mind, body and skills. For colleges, the plan offers useful war service for the duration and some time after. The idea has gone to Manpower Commissioner McNutt. WARTIME WASHINGTON Draft jitters are hitting young married men who staff many federal agencies. Reports they were eligible for a 3-B induction delay until 3-A's are called raise many false hopes. Then came the order abolish ing dependency deCfermnents. Queries about deferable war jobs flooded Employment Service offices. It's fairly clear now most agencies will ask 3-B ratings for only a few key men. Some won't request defer ments on any basis. War is giving many handicapped persons their first chance at a real job. Two thousand were hired here in six months. They include a blind mechanic, an armless telephone operator, a truck driver without feet and many one-armed chauffeurs. "The nation's capital" is beinig spread across the map in the war-time decentralization program. In a single year, enough agencies were moved from Washington to make room for 37,078 workers here. Removal of one office alone nto an00 jobs out of to..., Richard K. Jackson, Business Manager Buddy Black ................Aauistant BU. Ug. BUSINESS STAFF I "A"IO"AL AvMAts6"e DY Mary& Reich Sam Roach fa ftg &erVIM, IM STAFF WRITERS PAkbes R@$w*wsa#k*0orrine lievy, Margaret McElveen, Mart Smith, va. Naw YORx. N. Y. Span Toney, Marion Culp, John Cook, Helen L.o aabun - SAN RANCISC Pride Craig, Charles Wickenberg, Jack Nettleg, J9 Thompgon. Sam Graham ........Circulation Manager Carlisle Kearse................ Aset. Cir. Mgr. CANNON FODDER BY TINA CANNON 1001 NIGHTS AT THE USO The coeds of USC are doing their part in defense work by making weekly trips to the USO. And if you boys who haven't been drafted gleefully howl at the idea, and think that the hours contributed by the gals are nothing, then you should don a skirt and wig and see exactly what we go through in one night at the USO. Not.that it isn't fun oh no! I have the grandest time imaginable, but that's because I'm collecting moron jokes from the soldiers for my colum. But the typical coed's story might run something like this: "Yes, I went to the USO last Thursday. It's a fine idea, but every thing always happens to me. To begin with, we had transportation trouble (who doesn't these days?). There were 12. of us and only one car, but we piled in and even got all the excess arms and legs in before the doors were slammed. I was on the bottom layer, and had two girls on one knee, one on the other, one on my stomach, and two on my pet corn. The lady who drove us down must've been an ex-truck driver, cause she sure handled that car like a 4-ton truck. I was bounc ing around the back seat of the automobile so that I felt like a yo-yo when I finally got out. Every time we came to a corner, I could al most hear Leon Henderson yelping, because she slammed on the brakes viciously and left a pound of rubber at each crossing. We were hold ing a prayer service in the back seat in the hopes that we would reach the USO alive, and it had just turned my time to pray when the driver gave a grunt that meant, "We're here-get out". "We climbed out thankfully, but I was so numb from being sat upon * that I didn't get any feeling back into my legs until the third soldier I danced with stepped on my fallen arch. When we arrived, the weekly dance was already in progress and some two dozen couples were list lessly wrestling together in the center of a huge dance floor. We walkei inside, and looked around, vainly hoping to attract some hand some soldier who waltzed divinely. As luck would have it, no sooner had I stepped in, when a pimply private who came to my chin ap proached, and with a grin that showed three incisors, four molars, and 19 fillings, asked me in a nasal voice to dance with him. There was no way out of it-after all, I had come to "entertain" the soldiers, so I accepted, and shuffled off in a 3-4 time down the dance floor. He held me so tight that I was gradually choking to death when luckily someone cut, and I grabbed a deep breath of air before I looked at my new partner. "And it's a good thing I did. I looked at the aipinoximzate place where faces are, about 6 feet off the ground, but I saw only a vast expanse of khaki, encircled by a belt with a shiny buckle. My eyes traveled on upward, and about two feet higher I encountered the face I had expected to see. I was so surprised that I just stood there staring until he grabbed my hand and started scraping his feet in what I suppose lie thought was dancing. I tried vainly to synchronize my scrapings to his, but I was on the offbeat the whole time. He kept pumping my hand, and it reminded me of my Girl Scout days when I used to send semiphore signals. He confided to me in a Mortimer Snerd voice that he wasn't 'much of a dancer' and it was everything I could do to keep from sneering, 'Brother, you're absolutely right'. "After five interminable pieces, another soldier cut in, and I was so grateful that I could have fallen on his neck and wept. He. danced like a prancing horse, and all too frequently he pranced down on my corn. But he was very pleasant, and complimented me profusely on my beauty. I was beginning to feel a warm little glow until he told me that I looked. just like the girl he was engiged to, aind showed me a picture from his billfold of the most horrible girl I ever hope not to see. For tunately another soldier cut in and prevented a hair-pulling spree. The newest arrival evidently thought lhe had won a jitterbug contest because he was what is known as a flashy dancer, with great leaps into the air, numerous thirashings of his arms and legs, and all the time lhe was push ing me around like a sack of newly ground meal. We attracted a great deal of attention, and I was beginning to wish I had worn my new dress and fixed my hair a different way. After all, you never can tell when a Hollywood talent scout is in the crowd. "This soldier was followed by a rotund, jolly man,' and we had a gay o1(1 time together. He had such a large bay window that I rode all around the dance floor on it. He didn't even know my feet weren't touching the floor! Our conversation was limited to a discussion of his 6 children back home in Winnetka, Wisconsin, and was brought to a sharp close when my gigantic friend came back to claim me for several minutes of foot-scraping. H-e grinned benignly at me from his heights, and told me of his favorite horse named Queenie, while I grimaced politely. Although I tried to discourage him, lie asked for my address, and promised to write me and call me on the phone sometime. After I refused to answer his letters or come to the telephone I discovered that his father had discovered oil in Texas and owned nmillions, but it was too late then. Another opportunity wasted! Was I crushed? "Well, it just goes to show you, you never can tell about the soldiers you meet at the USO. I have been practically living in the place, but a I can't find any more millionaire privates. Miy spirit is sad, my feet are aching, my arches are fallen, but my heart is full of patriotism, and I continue to dance at the USO. I regret that I have but two feet to