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AROUND THE CAMPUS Redmond Tyler Tis Friday, the Twentieth, and just one more da; and school'll be out, and the kids can play. No more of those classes, quizzes and cuts, no more of those Monday morning ruts. For a fortnight, at least, you'll all be home, when you leave Carolina, you all can roam. Some will go hither, wither, a'd yon, where you go is neither prc r , con. But for many, we know where you'll end, may it be city or country bend. Some will spend the holidays in bed, and some from bars will have to be led. The Osborne boys, and Ann Porcher, Will head tomorrow, down Orangeburg way. And toward Greenville, many will go, Rickman, Pat Lewis and Ham Jones you know. But in Columbia, Bob Wickham must stay, for him there's nearing an important day. "Buster" Brogdon, our student prexy this year, .will head for Sumter-just 90 minutes near. And Mary Shoun, our Gamecock boss, will in those Tennessee mountains be lost. While tall "Bo" Hagan, our grid iron man, will head for Savannah, and Georgia Land. Jerry Meacham, our campus wheel, will that Arkansas country feel. Harry Lee Thompson is Virginia bound, where she'll find snow on the ground. But while all these folks, tomorrow leave, Some in Columbia will have to grieve. 'Cause some can call Columbia home, and these are the Kiddies that won't get to roam. But for them, you shouldn't feel so sad, but quite the contrary, you should feel glad. They won't have to fool with busses and trains, they won't have your aches and pains. While you travel far away, they in Columbia, will have to stay. But they won't have a chance about travel to worry, cause they'll be in the rush and hurry. It makes no matter where you are, it will be Christmas, near and far. So to all of you that 1 personally know, to you Mac, you Sarah, and certainly you, Joe. And to all the folks at dear Caroline, Ann Christopher, Jean Wallace, and Sara Cline, And the folks on the faculty, and the administrix, and to the co-eds, you cute little tricks, Bo Berry, Mac Gittinger, and the retailing class, and to all of you that I've met in the past, Here's a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY N YEAR! a pleasant vacation and a successful coming year!! P. S. I must add my greeting, too A Happy Christmas, all of you! May Your Holidays be filled with cheer, And may you have a glad New Year ! This, of course, has all been said, But greetings to you also, Red ! --Marian. ALL SEASONABLE CUT FLOWERS ART FLOWER SHOP 1227 Hampton Street Columbia, S.4 PHONE 2-6781 Win an orch4id! Listen to WCOS Monday thru Thursday to Orchids for Remembrance at 8 P. M. CORSAGES A SPECIALTY f udlenls!! Patronize Your nwversdty c~ aun dry * 48-Hour Service * Located conveniently on the campus directly behind theneen. Pictured, above is Mrs. A. F. Fundc mother by the Chi Omega chapter e ceremonies. (USC photo by Mannin Official Chapter ] Mother Chosen By Kappa Sigma Mrs. A. F. Funderburk of Co- a lumbia was recently chosen by the Chi Omega chapter of Kappa Sig ma, as its official chapter mother. Mrs. Funderburk originally be came acquainted with the frater- r nity when her son Alfred F. Fun- o derburk was an active member in 1935-36. In 1937, Alfred developed ap pendicitis and a short time later he died. He had been very active n in the fraternity, taking part in e most of the activities surrounding t: such an organization. Consequent- u ly the fraternity had been close to him, playing a large part in I his college life. In memory of the fondness with n which Alfred had regarded Kappa p Sigma, Mr. and Mrs. Funder burk, shortly after his death, pre- t sented to the Chi Omega chapter a plaque on which each year was u to be inscribed the name of the outstanding senior member of the v chapter. This plaque hangs today d in the chapter room of the fra ternity at the University of South h Carolina. Mrs. Funderburk, thirty-five a years a resident of Columbia, re sides at 1712 Gervais Street. EW For Ci New Y You will wanti for all the ga mas and New to Davison's ai for you... we and please yoi * day, party drei rburk of Columbia, who has rece f Kappa Sigma, with Candy Taylo g Harris.) DZ's Spruce U 3trenuous Ligh By HARRIET LEE "It'll be beautiful," we all greed, -"to decorate that Tall pruce .. . The whole 9awn'll look hristmas-yl" That's when trouble began .. . tot being able to beg, borrow, r steal Christmas lights, we set bout to make the necessary equip ient! With the assistance of several tale friends we sliced up a huge xtension cord, inserted plugs and ransformers at will, and taped p the damage with adhesive. With ist a few minor cuts, flying parks, insignificant shocks and easley fires, the job was com leted. The next day we bore the lights, nsel and balls outside, looking pward. The day was clear, and .. why, the tree top was almost isible! All we needed was a lad er .. . sure a ladder, that's all. "Ugh" . . . "doesn't even reach alf way does it?" "Where can re find a higher dhe?" . . . "I %w one in back of the tenement" .. Whiiiizzz. "Does it reach now?" . 1instmas at ear Parties o>look your very, very 1 la occasions that Chi Year's offers . .. so C< id select a dress especi think that we can surp ai with our beautiful I mses. ntly been chosen official chapter r, the fraternity's grand master of p Spruce After fing Campaign "STILL not high enough?" "Let's put it on a coupla benches . . . "Well, you'all HOLD this thang, now! Eeek . . .'? "Well, Joh , just THROW -it on then!" . . . "Help me down, somebody, I'm getting diszy! " ... Finally all the tinsel was hung, thrown, pitched, dropped or other wise disposed of, the balls were all cracked, smashed, eaten or repos ing on a branch, and the inevitable moment approached. Someone crept up to the electrical outlet with grim determination. We stood back in silent groups, hearts pounding-and then . . . THE LIGHTS WENT ON! and we went into a wild frenzy of sing ing and dancing. As we came upstairs we over heard a VOICE talking on the 'phone. "The DZ's have theirs up, but it doesn't look good," we heard. "They just stood out there and HURLED the stuff up at that poor defenseless tree . . . and when the lights went on, they car ried on as if they were crazy, yel ling, 'It burns, it burns, look, it works!!' What did they expect the damn thing to do" finished the VOICE, "blow up? " Oh, lady, if you only knew! est 'ist me ' rise ioli Santa Claus Is At Frosh "Y" By MARIAN RODGERS Cooperating with Santa Claus, the freshmen brought an early Christmas to 37 boys and 28 girls of the Carolina Orphan's Home this week when they had Flinn Hall caroling with Christmas spirit. Although the freshmen plan ned the party and played host to the children it was hard to tell wlo was entertaining who. The boys and girls, all between Carolers Make USC Campus Sound With Gay Yuletide Spirit By LACY BUTLER Last night a Carolina tradition lived again. Students went to the Chapel early in the evening to a Vespers service that was inspiring in its simplicity. During the service the choir sang the old Christmas carols, which made everyone feel like singing, too. Afterwards they did sing; the choir and all the students went caroling! Members of the faculty were serenaded-some of them even came out and sang. with the stu dents. The different dormitories were visited by the carolers, and more voices joined the ranks as they went. Singing all the while, the group slowly made its way back to Flinn Hall where they sang some more. Everybody drank hot chocolate and ate cookies, continuing to sing-and sing-and sing. Only when the students had exhausted their combined repertoire of songs as well as their throats, did they stop singing. Every caroler went home joy ous though hoarse, taking with him the exuberant spirit of Christ mas, all because last night brought to life again an old Carolina cus tom. December 20, 1946 Honor Guest. Drplan's Party the ages of 8 and 12, trouped Inte Flinn Hall at 4 o'clock, their eyes bright with expectation. When Johnny, age 6, raced Into the room, his eyes grew wider as they focused on an enormous Christmas tree standing in the corner, surrounded by gaily wrap ped packages of every size and shape. The party burst immediately into full swing, and Johnny de cided to do a little investigating on his own. Before he could ex plore the interesting-looking chim ney nearby, someone excitedly an nounced that Santa was coming! And he came-slid right down the chimney and entered the room amid squeals of joy. The children took Santa by storm, crowding 'around the old gent, all talking at once. Johnny observed him at close range. Yep, it was him all right, whiskers and all. The little boy tugged at Santa's coat. "I've been awful good this year, sir," he smiled. As the gifts were distributed by Santa and his freshmen helpers, the room buzzed with happiness. Children shrieked their thanks, dancing around the room. "It's a doll, I can tell by the shape of the package." "Oh, just what I wanted." Johnny couldn't open his first package quick enough. Happiness leaped into his brown eyes as he drew from the tissue wrappings a worn pair of track shoes. Ignoring the rest of the world, the little boy seated himself on the floor and proceeded to try on the shoes. "They're too big now, but I'll soon grow up to fit them," he beamed. "I want to be a baseball player when I grow up." After that Johnny opened gifts which contained toy soldiers, a drum, a cap pistol and other things, but he never let those track shoes out of his sight. The delighted exclamations of 65 children mingled to assure the freshmen "Y" that their party was a success. In the midst of all this gaiety, Johnny couldn't restrain from voicing his opinion. "He's giving us too much," the boy told another tot, "We haven't been that good."