Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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This Spac Reserved It's The He'll Gi LU LU - THEEGAMECOCK Foudedjauar 3, -08 -it Ro-rElliott Gonzalee as the firt editor, THE CAME p.ARIdnAy; ROew S sports, .. . rsa. Dede fo . TOC EsY EDIToRe CHE AREA .......... J....N EDITORHE MARY SAYE GASTON........FEATURE EDITOR CHICK SHIELS................SPORTS EDITOR Or I This A Veteran's "We Hail Thee Carolina!" That is the beginning of oui Alma Mater, and where a fevu weeks ago we completely ignore< its content, we now are vigorousl3 enthused about the idea of hailing Carolina. A good example of th remarkable improvement in th school spirit is displayed by th( recent freshmen elections and es pecially by the campaigns preced ing the day of balloting. Nevel before have the candidates foi class officers here at CarolinE been so complete in getting theil names and faces impressed upor the members of their class. Printe< pictures and calling cards came into display in quantity. The usua posters and banners were more elaborate. Women supporters wor< ribbon streamers to influence the vote. It was a good ight to see so many persons taking an interes1 in the student government. ThE only kick coming is the fact thai printed pictures, calling cards, etc. cost mone-rean h...d cash-tha Espe Huk Weel Viewpoint is! Was it worth the expense -gone to, to compete for such an of fice ? Apparently it was, and will remain to be. As long as they want to go to such extremes, let them. There are but two courses a student can follow. One is to sit back and watch the race from the sidelines; the other is to get into the fight and spirit of it all. I personally prefer the latter! There is such a thing as carry ing things too far, and so I'd like to shoot this query before the readers: "Why doesn't our band salute the opposing school at the football games?" Perhaps they do not know the songs or Alma Ma Iters of Newberry, Alabama, Fur man, and other schools we have played or will play, but this could be remedlied very easily. Quite a bit of adverse criticism was thrown at the band at the recent Furman game. In the first place our "Sal vation Army uniformed" musicians took up more than their rightful time to form their simple C and then parade off the field without so much as looking at the Fuma icr By ED MOORER side of the stands. "Clyde Beatty" and his Purple Hurricane band, in the short time they had left, went out to perform an Intricate USC design and play fine music at the same time, and I know it as a fact that they spent less time pre paring their maneuvers than did Carolina! Are we to be outdone by a school which has not had football or a band or any of the football niceties in the last few years? Is it ask ing too much that we show a little respect for our opponents? After all, they are as proud of their schools as we are of Carolina. Yes, we stood while they played and sang their Alma Mater, but frona the attitude of a number of our spectators I fully expected to hear another "Fifteen raha for the whole damn team" any minute. We should be proud of our Uni versity, we are proud of our Uni versity, but we should take even more pride in being recognized for true sportsmanship. As things now stand we seem to be doing a rather poor jnh! uldrhs nioate Morals have always been a great source of worry to the University, at least to some people; however I see that measures have been taken to correct this. No longer need we fear on some trip taken under the auspices and blessings of this institution that our morals will be cor rupted. "Tickets are now on sale for the Maryland trip -this trip will be chaperoned." This brings up the sub ject of the Furman game a week ago. There's no doubt about it, our student body was well represented. Everybody made money that day: Fur man U., bookies, Poinsett Hotel, but most of all, the State tax commission. The exuberance was amazing; cheers literally shook the stadium, (will somebody take that damn Roman candle out of my hip pocket). Some evil-minded character said that the entire Carolina student body was inebriated; "Suh, that is a lie, I saw two sober people-twins." The apparent inebriation was due purely to the fact that feeling was running so high, both during the game and afterwards. Especially on the way home, those with Oldsmobiles had an advantage-hydraulic clutches. In closing my comments on the game I might add that the only thing Sirrine was the stadium. "Dammit, I said take that Roman candle out of my pocket." I understand now that fraternity rush week is over. The Biology department has requested that the presi- " dents of the respective fraternities report to the fourth floor of LeConte College and pick up skeletons removed from their closets so that the new pledges will have a chance to meet ALL of the brothers. This practice will be discontinued next rush season. All skeletons will have to be kept in the closets, as before. Speaking of education, which we weren't, but I've got to start this tale off in some way, I'm reminded of that famous story of the singing dog. In the middle west there was a farmer who had but one son, the pride and joy of his life. All the farmer's life he looked forward to the day when he could send his little boy off to college to get the advantages that he himself had never had a chance to gain. The great day came and sonny went off to school. Now sonny wasn't a bad boy, it was just that he fell in with bad companions who swiftly and not at all against sonny's wishes, tutored him in the methods of going astray. Naturally his father, being a man of no great means, was unable to support sonny in the method to which he had become accustomed. Sonny grew bitter. He was still as eager as ever for wine, women, and song, but . his money just wouldn't cooperate. He had to think of a scheme to get some money, so he wrote home, as all college men will do, telling his father that they had a most remarkable professor at the college who could teach dogs to talk. There was only one drawback, it cost a hundred dollars. Father was delighted and forthwith sent Rover and the hundred dollars thinking how won derful it would be for him, out in the fields, to have Rover to talk to during the long days. Sonny was equally delighted in receiving the hundred dollars and rapidly went through it. About two months later, being broke again and re membering his father's love of music, he sat looking at Rover, now grown thin and mangy from under-nourish ment and bad associations. He racked his brain for some way to gain another hundred skins from the old man. Suddenly it came to him and he sat down immediately and wrote to his father: "Dear Dad, there's another professor. here that can teach Rover to sing and it is Rover's desire to major in voice. "P. S. Rover has a Harvard accent, and music lessons are only one hundred dollars." Father was again delighted at the prospects of having Rover singing a tune to him as he plowed, and imme- * diately sent another hundred dollars to his wayward son. This, sonny managed to stretch to the Christmas holi days., So, he boarded the train with faithful old Rover, mangier and skinnier than ever, beside him. Every now and then he would look down at Rover, think of all the trouble he had caused, and get madder and madder every minute. Finally, when the train pulled into Podunk Corner, sonny got off with Rover and started the long trek homeward, cursing louder and louder with every step at poor ole mangy Rover. Finally, he could contain himself no longer. He picked up a large stick and struck Rover on the head, killing him instantly. Then did he realize what he had done. He thought, "Oh, what am I going to tell my father now ?" Sonny's entry into the home was triumphant. His father and mother greeted him with open arms, but his father, not seeing Rover, inquired as to his whereabouts. Sonny replied, "Dad, it's a long sad story. Rover made a record that has never been equalled at the college; he sang like Nelson Eddy, and his diction was perfect. '4 "I can see him now as we got off the train, calling out each familiar place as we passed it, each stone, each running brook, each tree and each fire plug, as he remi nisced. As we neared home he looked up at me and said how glad he was going to be to see you, and then, Dad, it happened: ole Rover looked up at me and said, 'Sonny, does your ole man still make love to the hired girl while'~ your mother is out gathering the eggs ?' "Well, Dad, I just couldn't stand him talking about you like that so I picked up a stick and killed him." "Bonny, are you suve hes dad ->