Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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E ditor .....r........... . ........ News Editor .. .............. Sports Editor ...... Society Editor ............. . ............. Campus Editor ........................ Feature Editor ... ..................... Copy Editor ... ......................... Exchange Editor ...................... Managing Editor .................. STATE'S DUPLICATI SERVICES SHOUL[ Surely, education problems are of no little concern to our representatives and our peo ple; they hear a great deal of pleading from us at Carolina, Clemson, The Citadel and the other state supported institutions who are always waiting for a share of the meager handouts that the state can't afford, it seems. The institutions of higher learning in South Carolina are in a sick condition. They lose many good professors be cause other universIties, even in the poor South, offer more than they can afford to pay. They paint, repaint and prop up the remains of the buildings built from the good ole' state appropri ations of the early nineteenth century vintage, and tack up the sign, "School as usual", each year. Our state, our poor, poor state, with its cosmic expanse of cotton fields, illiterates, aristocracy and soil erosion, peters out in support of a halfway modern school service. It can't afford to spend enough money for its sons to be educated much better than the sons of the old boys whose dreams and appropriations built the grey-walled buildings which now crumble and,creak under the footsteps of Carolina's great, great grandsons. haven't really been stingy with the state's funds, but they've taken on so many chil dren that not one of them can run a race, because he must divide his rations with so many others. All the time we've certainly distributed enough colleges in the state to go around, but not enough money to support them in the fashion that our neighbors, Georgia and North Carolina, are accustomed. Overlapping academics are a drain on the state's pocketbook. We duplicate school services and coursefi which could be well handled by any one of the six state-supported schools. We're knocking In This C( By CARROLL A Note To The South Last week you played a trick enough to save fo on The Gamecock, and we don't selves. And there like it. Wednesday you gave the come in. university a new law school build- Besides making ing, and Thursday you changed resentatives of thi your mind and took it away. the state purse, w We were typing up our best the people, too. speeches of thanks, but now we there could be sp have to throw them in the waste- better tomorrow basket and begin pecking out the zens of this state old begging song and dance again, thing here. You kr Gentlemen, this procedure is grow. lina really isn't e: ing monotonous, state you pretend During the years we were at paign speeches. war, you talked and planned for But, its greatne the great state that was to be over here at Car the veteran's welcome home gift. between four and But the veteran came to town two your constituents years ago and is about to pack now. They came his bags for another leave of ab- sity to learn sor sence from education, or vocational, bu And during these two years, yo oebrefcs have made more promises with This semester few results. You did give us a covered that the little over a million dollars, part ing to pay adequ of a ten million dollar fund. But, ent faculty and men, this is your state university tions for long ser1 and you gave it only one tenth of come to realize th that fund, a mere token of the hold its teachers needs on this side of Senate as you do the pe Street. know that they ca You always have shown gen-w awbunchaveofntit qrosity to the highways, and we yorweluctane tf appreciate that. You have created while eutnce. a state constabulary to protect us wiemn from bodily harm, and for that These students too we are grateful. You have es- Into war surplus b tablished a social security admin- mighty hot in the istration to care for us in our old mer. They have age, and that was very thought- using laboratory ful. pecting you to dei But, gentlemen, we don't want testainso the state to support us in our They have live< wheel chair days. We want to be space built for tw< edncated so that we can earn furniture that shi .. ..... Robert Isbell .. . . .... .......JeW .. .. .. .. ... .Vft -Ndftman ........... Norine Corley UN ......... James Sheridan . ... .. ..Jeas powe ............ Tlle oung Found d Janu ... Ruth Nqwol Univdit of *ear ezeept )ko ......Carroll Gilliam The opinions issarily those a endorsemni_it ON OF COLLEGli ) BE ELIMINATED ourselves out trying to spread a tea spoonful of Jam on six pieces of bread while the youth of South Carolina goes hungry for a modern education in this twentieth century. What blunder! Certainly, we should have deducted by now that when you attempt to give a littli to everybody, not much is going to be giver to anybody. Our mistake now and in the past has been the failure to consolidate ow college system in a manner possible to sup port. We don't have the treasure chests ol New York and California. We South Caro. linians should drop our pride in tradition and eliminate from our school system schoole which draw on our preciQus resoUree, Add the funds they would have gotten into een tral institutions. Oh, what infamy I Ah, and to be sure we'll hear death bells should our lips speal such before the sons and daughters of these overlapping gravy-soppers. Eliminate theh alma maters from the purse strings . . .1 Zounds! But, therein lies the answer to the problem of our long-time lethargy. Not onl3 in the school system, but in the government tradition and pride have built such tremen. dous dykes that the surging seas of moderr educational opportunities are thwarted ir attempt to irrigate our parched fields ol ignorance. We should look ahead to a total program in education. We should sacrifice traditior and pride so that our youth may compete successfully with graduates from the Easl to the Far West. Next year, when the legislators seat themselves to their tasks in the State House, we hope that they will consider the revamping of our state system of supporting schools of higher learning. We hope they will soon provide an ef fective coordination of our colleges, eliminating some of them if necessary, so that all of them will not die the slow and treacherous death of malnutrition. rner .. L. GILLIAM Carolina Legislature r that day our- fire wood long ago. They k.nov is where you that their university Is poor, bu1 they have had faith in your om niscience. laws, you rep- And, gentlemen, they wondei a people control when they learn that Caifornli hich is filled by gave its college system 46 mil That money In lion dollar, In 1946. They knov ent to create a that California is richer, but the: making the citi- know that legislators In state. unount to some- with finances in the same condi, ow, South Caro- tions as ours have done bettel Cactly the great than you did. in those cam- They all know that you art wasting money - in maintaininj is could be born overlapping departments , in aL olina. We have state-supported schools, but the: five thousand of know that you respect tradition on this campus and have waited for a gradua to their univer- elimination of this condition. mething cultural Yes, gentlemen, we at Carolina t are learning have been waiting and hoping tha you would realize that the oppor they have dis- tunity is fast slipping away. We state -Is unwill- know that you are always slow ta ately a compet- act and have had patience, bu provide' promo- now that too is wearing out. rices. They have Now, we read in the papers tha at Carolina can't there will be a primary this sunm with promises, mer. We also read that most c ople. And, they you are going to ask to serve th n't be taught by people again, and that poses , which is what problem for us. rou do not chr We know that you really was pay for worth- to sev the people, but, some how, we have gotten the imnprei have crowded sion that you are not'serving uii itildings that get the students, who are also peopl4 spring and sum- We really hate to scratch u dpubled up in many names in the polls in AM equipment, ex- gust. It really pains, but we ar something about afraid that is about all we ca do. I by fours in a We. are sorry, but we know the >, and have used it will hurt you more than it hurt ould have been us so we have ..o coce Business M IGA i~v OG*bt~nt Bu ton Adertising WERSITY CAROLINA Living Business Sta: 1e1bw qC Aueob" conedate Press Saye Gai r 1906, *lth Elliftt Gonales as the first Bob McLellai o is by nd for the studenta of the Katz, Hunte , on Fridays, during the college Albet Munn - Marguer by eonnnbats d letterwriters are not ne Ellen SchofI tm v1= k" Pub hng does not constitute an Jack Morgan uh the r tto edit s rserved. Decell, Lloyd 00 tJ SOVAISIf Megus owe Youns Me O e if dA ~d1 ew V& keO a to de' *A I me, do y641 OSBORNE GOMEZ Tremendous Trifles Point Of Etiquette I had a singular experience the other day, one that yet causes me some concern when reflecting on my behavior at the time. I was waiting outside of a millinery, gazing nonchalantly through the show window, when suddenly a man stepped .in.the window and placed on the head of a manikin the most ridiculous hat I have ever seen. The thing was so fant4stic that for an instant I was taken aback; in fact, I took two steps back, and in so-doing unwittingly trod upon the paw of a small cocker spaniel. But at once, with a half-pirouette and releve, to the accompaniment of a fearful shriek from the animal, I removed my foot. And turning to th om ov-h lzd th 4^i by a halter I apologized for having stepped on its paw. In doing this I may have blundered. Tell me, if you are familiar with this point of etiquette, was I right in apologizing to the woman, or should I have apologized to the dog? Man From Mars During the war, a fellow naval aviation cadet lost his direction while on a training flight in central Georgia. Decidlng to land and' inquire as to his whereabouts, he brought his plane down near a Negro schoolhouse. He climbed. out of the plane and, dressed in his Martian-like flying apparel, approached several small Negro boys who were standing some distance away. "Hey, where am I?" he shouted to them. There was a minute's silence, then one of the boys cupped his hands to his mouth and cried, "You is i de United States!" If I were stranded on a desert ile And found a book by Cotton Mather while Walking (for lack of entertainment), I'd Promptly throw it haek into the tide. The Quality Of Mercy A very disillusioned young man was seated on a park bench. Pres ently a hobo happened along, and seeing the pathetic figure slouched over with his face in his hands inquired why he was so disconsolate. '"Because I am a failure," replied the youth. "I have devoted the best years of my life to music. I have slaved to become a concert vio linist, but now I realize that I can never fulfill that ambition, for I am almost blind. I can no longer read music." The hobo laid a compassionate hand on the young man's shoulder. "Now there, son. It's not as bad as all that. You can still play the violin, can't you?" "Yes," answered the lad, "I can still play, but--" "Then you shouldn't feel bad at all," said the hobo, soothingly. "Why I can't even do that." One World What this world needs Is a Martian Invasion so that all nations could unita to fight a common enemy. Now Read This! "Now Read This" Is being re-1tesctypgsbaueoth newed with this.- issue of Theexedn dalierqstdb i Gamecock. Organisations wish-stdnoraitos.Tefr, ing to place notice of meetings on i ilntb ovnett lc the calendar should hand in in- teclna ntesm pc formation of time, place and suchanpgeacwek L pertinent comments as speaker, Maealsodbepitd r - who invited, etc., to Miss Janetye on "by "fiecrsi I Brooks Marshall at the Univer-posbe a sity Information desk in Maxcy Nxtwe'scdu: theollegeelybby.eTheecalendar in formationrgmnstateotsrnedernfoe Sfrnonec Tusa.C al nd pag e Dee.Y dar maerialwill ot beccettd r4a8 p. hould bnerratedn or tyundi hoghMs asal pd on-Faculy D' inerd ifo * or her ssistant,bhld. t nities anextudweek'surchhgdoups wic holee ldy Teu caena inCein-cato-u souldio speiytetrned on the paian l Hre) . da mtia l ForinstbanceptBle 480 . m. -nteroatelit i bCy mTis,evm o thern Wes t is Cu-Flinn Hall. Sey aet1pin,a begnnr . fratter-te eesevr Wd . whnc the reg.ular meetings,t-a 6p.m nFelsipHa. mretake plac ontnce,awe "B upprsevd or once every two weeks, the WelyFudto wilhd word 'permanent' should be writ-thimohlsuprcb,Wd tan on the cards.,ntnSre ehds hrh a This column, beginning withAneBch aspneda ro thenex sue,wil be ovdt p. gr m .Coe Assoatio--E. nagr. . Harry W Hiott, Jr. sh et Mgr. ........................ Allen McEacher ...... ... ......................... Lynn Hook 8tff: Dool Coskrey, Lois McBide, George Shelor, Alan stain, Fred Tolly, Ben Quarles. Ff: Electa Hall, Luki Bennett. REPORTORIAL STAFF iton, Belinda Collum, Pat Ram, Jay Rodgers, Ruth Patrick, 2, Ruth Newell, Gladys Johnson, Carolyn Busbee, Carolyn r Russell, Colleen Mordis, Rupert Blocker, Bob Gillespie, ite Webb, Ida S. Webb, Betty Frazer, Audrey Chapman, ld, Jo-Aine Dellinger, Bob Horton, Joy Conard, Ned Threatt, Jem Newbury, Henry Macklen, Jimmy Crawford, Grady Huntington, Joe Molony. Grin and Bahret AL BAERET The Fable Of The Happy Rooster One day a rooster on the chicken farm wandered into one of the adjoining pastVures. There he saw something that changed his whole chicken existence. He saw a mule. Rather a mule and a farmer. The mule was standing stock still. Rooted right there in the daisies. The rooster (his name was Humphrey) stayed all morning watching the goings-on. 'that poor old farmer did everything under the sun to make that mule move. First he tugged and pulled and hauled on the front end. Then he pushed and shoved and (after he was sure nobody was looking) kicked on the back end. Then he'd swear at the mule. And stand around about exhausted for awhile and then start all over again. About mid-morning the farmer got desperate. He was so short of breath he was panting. But he put his arm around the mules neck and whispered softly into its ear. "Mule," he says, "Mule, listen to me. I got some wonderful feed over on the other side of that hill for you. Move just enough so you can see it, mule." The mule didn't even twitch an ear, Finally after' hours more of tugging and pushing the farmer did get the mule to move a little. Backwards. Or ruaybe sideways once in a while. But never would that mule go forward. Never. Humphery scurried back to the chicken farm and perched for a long time on a fence post thinking about the .mule. That mule's got the right idea. If I'm like that mule I'll really go places! About that time Mrs. MacUlty came out of the barn clucking for the chickens to come and get the feed she was scattering around. Humphery liked the feed and was plenty tired from his morning in the pasture, so he hopped down from the fence pqst. Then he 'remembered the mule. H. hopped right back up on the fence. Then Mrs. MacUlty put the mash around in all the feeders and started counting the chickens. That's how she kept track of them and made sure they were all growing prop erly and such. But just in case one of the roosters should wander off and not get back or a hen was busy with her brooding she'd let them be away six times each blue moon. Humphery went hungry all six times perched up there on his fence post. Wouldn't even go for the corn. No, sir. Hurn phery remembered that mule. Now all different chickens would coine up to Humphery and try to get him to get into things on the chicken farm. "We're going to drow tonight," they'd say. "Don't you want to come out and crow, too, Humphery ?" Humphery forgot himself and looked interested. "We don't care how you crow or what you crow about, just so long as you have fun crow ing with us, Humphery." Humphery almost went with them. Alas! But then--he remembered the mule. And then some hens would flutter around him and ruffle a few feathers here and there. "Come on over Sunday night," they'd coo. And then they would waddle coyly away glanc ing back over their tails at Humphery on the fence. Humphery liked hens. He'd crane his neck and nearly fall off the fence when they would whiffle by. But (tsk, tsk) he always kept a firm grip on the post and on himself. Same old reason. And then the Gamecock chickens wanted him to help them out. And the Barnyard Reviewers. And most of all the others at one time or another. When Humphery did get into something he did it just like the mule. Backed into it. Got roped in, somehow. Then one day by mistake Humphery got mixed up with a group of roosters that were going out into the great cock fight. They all stopped at the gate and stood for a long time looking back at the chicken farm. Humphery suddenly saw all the things he had been missing. All the wonderful feed Mrs. MaeUlty was giving out. All the things he could have been doing with the other hens and roosters, Humphery wondered where he had been and what he had been doing all of the time that he had been on the chicken farm. It all seemed a blank. Too late now. Too late. He'd never be on the wondeful chicken' farm again. He turned with the others and very unhappily started to go with them out Into the great cock fight. But Mrs. MacUlty spotted Humphery. She picked him up by the tail feathers and carted him back to the farm. No chicken of hers was going out into the great cockfight be fore she'd at least had time enough to put plenty of feed in front of him, or give him plenty of time to know and culti vate the other roosters. Of course, you can lead a rooster to water bueyou can't make him drink. But that wasn't poor Mrs. MacUlty's fault. She was going to keep Humphrey there as long as he was supposed to be. But when Humphery got back on the farm he was all changed. He started looking arouhd him and became aware of what was going on. It was pretty hard at first. There were so many other roosters that had seen that mule. And rr all the selfish roosters that were working so hard to become hollow bothered him fok awhile, too. But Humphery just didn't pay any attention to them. That's how he beame h appyrooter