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Increased Last week Rep. Thomas Evins of Spartan burg, speaking against education appropria tions for colleges in the appropriations bill, said he felt "the state is spending too much on education and the students not enough." He said that he felt tuition should be raised from $80 to $160 a semester in all state supported schools for white college students except the law school and medical college. Their tuition rates, he said, should also be doubled. Rep. Evins estimated the average cost per student at Carolina to be $560 per semester, compared with the $80 tuition. He proposed setting up a committee to study the problem of tuition costs, and if necessary to provide loans for students payable after graduation. Rep. Evins was defeated on a roll-call vote when he attempted to write his suggestions into the appropriations bill. We are thankful that Rep. Evins' fellow lawmakers are not so shortsighted as he. The future of South Caroli.na, of the United States, of the world, is in the hands of youth. If we successfully avoid an all-out atomic war, or if we survive if all-out war comes, it is the youth who will step into harness to lead the world, the United States, South Carolina, forward. To double tuition at state-supported col leges and universities would work undue hardship on the youth and on the institutions More Pay A recent survey by the U. S. Department of Labor indicates most college teachers are getting second rate salaries. Scientists, for example, get the most pay when working for an industry, a little less when employed by the government, and least of all when teach ing at a college. A proposed bill before the General Assem bly to increase the salaries of state employees by twenty per cent would go a long way toward alleviating the college teacher pay BILL NOVIT Let's Be One of the primary purposes of lar k Wor kman. athletic teams in colleges and urni- as we w'ouldl who versities has been to develop good per former on thc sportsmanship. Although this sen- usually booed th tence might lead you to believe have shown our that this column wvill be an expo- ship) in other ina sition of the professionalism which The' tension< is so prevalent in college athletics p)layer when sho< today, this article is not a condem- is great. Is it ne nation of the athletic participants or three thousi or of the administration wvhich "boo" and stamp I fosters this situation, to disturb and an Instead, the subject of discus- player ? Is this . sion is you and I-the fans. We, The trouble is at the university, have been privi- ship has been for leged in seeing many of the age student has "greats" or "near greats" in bas- istic towvard his ketball circles this year, such as feels that wvinnin Dick Groat, Jimmy Jordan, andl portant thing nos CROWING FOR A GREATER UNIVERSITY OF SOUTII CAROL Distribuator of Collegiate Digest Fondiced January 30, 19(18, witha Rtobert Elliott Gonzales editor, "The Gameacock" is published by anad for the stu< University of South Carolina weekly, on. Fridays, during year except on holidays and dlurmug exammiaations. The opinions expressed b,y coluninsts. andi letter writers ar sarily thoase of "'The Gamecock." Publishing does notc endorsement, The right to edit is reserved. EDITOR. MANAGING EDITOR MORDEC BUSINESS MANAGER P ASST. BUSINESS MANAGER .Eli NEWS ..Jackie CAMPUS. SPORTS R SOCIETY . EXCHANGES. COPY. FEATURES ..Mart] CIRCULATION MANAGER C STAFF REPORTERS Ruth Barker, Mary Evelyn Rogers, Sandy Crai Blalock, Furney Hemingway, Don Hayes, Mary Fred Dunlap COLUMNISTS ...Barbara McSwain, 0: BUSRINESS STAFF........asn Yaes Na Tuition? as well. Many students are working their way through Carolina. They want an educa tion and they are willing to work for it. To double tuition at this time would force many of these young men and women to drop out of school. Eighty dollars may not seem like much to Rep. Evins, but to a struggling young ac counting, engineering, pharmacy, journalism, or pre-med major trying to dig up tuition, an added 80 bucks might be the coup de grace. When World War II ended, colleges and universities all over the United States found a gold mine called Public Law 346 (the G. I. Bill of Rights). Carolina was among thesE schools and her enrollment rose to almosi 5000. Now this gold mine is almost worked out and enrollment has been dwindling steadily for several semesters. If the General Assembly wants to see enrollment take a drop that will make the decline of the last several semesters seem like an increase, they should vote Rep. Evins' proposal into law. Are we better off with 1000 students who can afford it, attending the university pay ing $160 per semester tuition, or are we bet ter off with 3000 attending at $80 per se. mester? If we are to have adequately trained men and women to man the controls of our ship of state, the latter course of action must prevail.-T. P. For Profs? situation in South Carolina. As a whole, the faculty at Carolina is good. We are lucky to have such a good group of professors con sidering the salaries that the university is able to pay. We are prepared to endorse the General Assembly's bill for increased pay for state employees (teachers included), provided pas sage of such a bill does not necessitate in creasing the prevailing tuition at state-sup ported schools. i Sports lather than react tude wvhich is the cause of many n seeing a great people harping on inter-collegiatc stage, we have athletics. esc players and Recently when Wallace Wade poor sp)ortsman- became Commissioner of the plpropriate ways. Southern Conference, one of his mn a basketball first official acts was the ordering ting a foul shot of athletic dlirectors of the league's cessary that two 17 schools to ask crowds in the nd fans should college gyms to treat visiting heir feet in order teams wvith more respect, an As noy the opposing sociated Press bulletin recently re portsmanship? vealed. Carolina students, evi that sportsman- (dently have paid little attention to gotten. The over- Wadle's wvordls. become chauvan- The sportsmanlike attitude of alma mater, and the players has been generally e is the only im- good. They have usually been good v. It is this atti- losers and gracious winners. Per haps the fanxs can take a lesson ini sportsma nsh ip from the p)artici If, Powder Puff Orchids While on the subject of good1 sports, one cannot help but thinl< INA' of the fine job done by the Pi Phi'f and Tr-i D)elt's in preparing such a fine exhibition as was presented lents of the last week for the benefit of a the college worthy cause. n tcefThese girlIs spent many hours ol arduous p)ractice in Preparing for FOM PRICE this game. Many bruises and AI PERSKY s'ratches were acquired in prep. AUL FIELD aration of this spectacle. A smallet ott Wardlaw number than should be expected Southerland enjoyed the out-come of their man3 Bill Novit hours of hard work. Those wh< uidy Thigpen were piesent certainly got thehx darlene Rast money's wor-th, however. Ken Powell Orchids should also go to th< Bobby Smith Kappa Delta's for the half-tim( ta Matthews exhibition which their Corsettex harlie Wood presented, and, of course, to the members of ODK, too, for theii .many hours of hard work in mak iford, Jr. M. ing arrangements and publiciz Bloodworth, ing it. The many fans who sat through the cold weather to see the game ga Edwards will all agree that it was a job ney Mitchel ell dn. APOLOGIES TO G. C. The Knic Once upon a time in the city of Athens (Greece, that is, not Geor gia) there lived a governor named Duke Theseus (we'll call him D. T. for short). He was a good gov ernor (almost as good as Jimmy Byrnes, they say, but we doubt that he was that good). D. T. had quite a reputation as a general, too; sort of a medieval "Ike" Eisenhower. One day he set out with six buddies (each of them took his army along, just in case) to attack the city of Thebes. The issue was never in doubt. With the aid of his trusty blade, D. T. made mincemeat of the Thebans in nothing flat. He spied Creon, king of Thebes, and quickly lopped off his head, did D. T. A portion of the spoils of war was a new battle axe for D. T. Her name was Hippolyta (Hippo), and she had a young sister named Emily (the only decent American name in the bunch). Hippo asked D. T. if it was O. K. for Emily to come to Athens to live with them, and he replied, "Sure, why not." (After all, this Emily was a fine looking tomato.) Among the prisoners taken at Thebes were two slightly battered young knights, Arcita (Art for short) and Palamon (Pal). They were badly chopped up by the trusty blades of D. T. and his fol lowers, but after six APC's and a dose of Hadacol administered by Doc Wodail, a Greek medicine man, they were as good as new and were thrown into the local Bastille for life after being convicted of hack ing off a few Athenian heads, plus a few minor charges. Art tried to make the best of their predicament, but Pal didn't dig that clink a little bit. He was a prince, a knight, an officer. and a gentleman by congressional de cree and it was unsporting, he thought, for D. T. to treat him in such a manner. And for such a trifling offense, too. After all, no body misses the loss of an oc casional head. We have many sena tors and other politicians who have been doing without them for years. Art walked up and down their small cell, exercising and singing "Good Night, Irene," but all Pal could do was stand by the window gazing dejectedly out and say, "Ah, woe is me," and "nuts to that lousy bum that threw me in this crummy clink." Everything must change, how ever, and one day while gazing out, bemoaning his fate, Pal spied fair Emily picking petunias in the gar deii. BWYOONGG!!! Pal did six back flips, and bounced off the roof of the cell, twice. He had seen some luscious chicks in his day, but this Emily wvas tops. (Even more luscious than Lana Turner.) Tired of Pal's constant moaning, Art turned around and said in his best knightly manner, "Shaddup, you bum, yer constant grip)in' bodders mec." ''Who's gr ipin','" replied Pal, as he bounced his head off the barred wvindlow seventeen times. "Behold yon luscious tomato picking p)e tuniias ini yon garden, lBe she godldess or mortal?'" "H11ubba - hubba - hubba,'' replied Art, as his blood pressure hit 276. "That's the habe for me. She's mortal all right, and I'll marry her too, if I ever ge't out of this crummy hoosegow." ''Hold there, you slob,'' screamed P'al. "I sawv her first and she's mine. Il marry her; if I ever get out of this lousy jail." Oh, well, the'y both finally de cided, what are we fightirig for. WVe'll never get out of jail anyway. So, they had to c'ontenit themselves with looking through the barred wvindo(w and1( drooling every time Emily came into the gardeni to p)ick Petunias. They really fared badly when the petunias were nmot in One day there came to the city or Athens a guy knowvn as Duke Pinthous. lie was a friend of D). T.'s, b)ut lhe was also a good drinking buddy of Art's. He called on his pal, the governor, and they had a few brews togetheir. Then he learned that D). T. had his life long friend and frateirnity brother' (Alpha Falpha P. U. class of 291 11. C.) under lock and key, he thought that that was a most un sporting thing to (1o, and he quickly mnformed D). T. of his feelings. kD.~ T.alowed that he sure didn't knwthat D. P. and Art were fraternity brother's and he quickly ordered Art released. He couldn't overlook the Athenian heads that Art had hacked off, however, so he told the Theban knight to hit the road1 and not to be caught In A thens town again, or~ he would im mediately ket dead if he did. Art packed his toothbrush, said good-bye to Pal, (who, alas, was a non-fraternity man) a bega FROM T. P. ht's Tale putting miles between himself and D. T.'s Pal hollow-ground blade. Pal sat in his lonely cell, gazing out into the garden where sweet Emily was picking petunias. He cussed his lousy luck and the good Auck of Art who was free to re turn to Thebes, round up a few of the boys, return to Athens, carry off Emily in the best knightly fashion, and chop off D. T.'s lousy head for good measure. Art, on the other hand, not know ing when he was well off, cussed his lousy luck for not being able to see Emily, and wished he was back in the clink (the dope). Finally, he could stand it no longer. He grew a moustache, got a henna rinse and a Toni home permanent, and returned to Athens in disguise. He took a civil service exam and got an appointment as flunky fourth class to D. T. him self. He was a bright boy, and in three short years worked him self up to chief flunky. His duties were really very easy. He blew the foam off D. T.'s beer and poured his Hadacol twice daily. The rest of the time he spent eye balling fair Emily, but he was too bashful to ask her for a date. Be sides, D. T. didn't pay him enough money to take a girl out to the Drive Inn, and no self-respecting Athenian female would even think of going out with a fellow who couldn't take her to the Drive Inn. Finally, after seven years of absorbing prison pallor, Pal gathered his wits, fashioned a dag ger from his big toenail (which had grown eighteen inches long), and pulled the first jail-break in the history of Athens' Bastille. He headed for the swamp, figur ing that D. T. would break out the hounds, and hid in a clump of crepe myrtles about six miles from town. He fell asleep, and while he dozed, Art happened along, talk ing to himself as bashful youths in love are wont to do. Art's mumbling in his beard waked Pal and he learned the en tire pitiable ;tory of his ex-ceil mate's dilemma. Pal leaped from the bushes, ac costed his old prison buddy, and exclaimed, "You crumbum! Try to steal my girl, will ya? If I had my trusty sword, I'd hack off your lousy head, I would." When he recovered from his sur prise, Art answered, "Why Pally, old pal. Glad to see you. No need gettifig all upset over this thing. I'll tell you what I'll do to settle this thing once and for all." "What's that?" asked Pal. "I'll go back to the palace, steal two suits of armor and a couple of pretty good blades, bring'them here tomorrowv morning, and we'll see wvhich of us really rates the hand of fair Emily." "That sounds like a sporting proposition,'" rep)lied Pal ; so it wvas agreed. Next moirni'ng Art returned with the armor. HIe selected an iron shirt wvith a newv look collar, while Pal p)referred the sport style with the across-chest zipper. They sqjuared off, raised their cleavers, and began chopping on each others skulls, respectively. Nowv it happened that this same fine morning D). TI., Hippo, and Emily were out doing a little deer hunting in that same swvamp and they happened uplon the two youngsters chopping away. "Hold, w~hat have we here," cried I). TF. "Don't you fellowvs know it's against the rules to duel without a referee. I knowv the officials in this league are lousy, but rules are rules you know." lie hadn't recognizedl either of the battlers. Realizing that the .jig was up for him, Pal criedl, ''Kill me, oh king, for I love sweet Emily. But kill this erumb)um too, for he is none other than that wvorthless fra ternity brother of D). P'.'s." "What ho, Ill have both your headls," D. T. replied, but Hippo an(i Emily intervened and begged the governor to go easy. Being a good sport, D. T. agreed andl decidled to settle this business once and for all. He bade Art and Pal to go home to Thebes, recruit a hundred henchmen each, and re turn in fifty weeks to do battle for the hand of sweet Emily; and Emily blushed redder than the pe tunias in her garden. While Art and Pal were off hir.. ing a few gunmen, ID. Tr. set about building a tremendous amphi theatre at the site of the forth coming battle. It wvas really quite a structure; bigger' than Yankee Stadium even. Art and Pal finally returned with their hundred knights apiece and the battle was begun. D. T. had gotten finicky in his old age as far as cleaving heads was con cernedl, so he ruled that when a contestant was clubbed from his horse, he should be drmae from OLGA EDWARDS Appropr Have you ever heard of t proverbial banana peel? Well, on an appropriations bill nom House. The-trouble has originate< propriations in the bill. One o Jackie Southerland Another Day Ring! .. . "Damn that alarm clock! Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick . . . Good gosh! look at the time! That blasted clock didn't go off again!" Another day. Another struggle to rise. More blame thrown on an innocent clock, whose sound is heard, then forgotten. So man rises to go about his work. Why? Man works all year-"to save for a rainy day," he says. But who wants to take a vacation in Florida on a rainy day? The sour expression, gruff tones, tired body, and grim disposition of many a businessman indicates that he hates his work, that he is sick of it, that he has become an automaton, but knows no remedy for his ills. He rises in the morning, goes to work, comes home, goes to bed, rises in the morning, and so on, in an only occasionally broken circle. Man goes to work while it is yet gloomy and comes home after day is gone. Maybe once or twice some soul looks from the window and sees the blue sky and smells the warm earth, but the slave in him turns back to the desk. - Thus the monotony of life goes on, depriving man of life itself. But every once in awhile, a free spirit breaks away from this bur lesque of living, and he is called a black sheep. Society gossips and whispers. The black sheep is put into the closet with the rest of the delicious family skeletons, to be forgotten. And society rises, and wotks, and returns, and sleeps, and drons on and on and on and on. (Note: Yes, I did have my first go at a job this summer. Yes, I did look out of the window and long for a seashore, a swim, a hike. Yes. I did hate my job. No, I didn't quit work. I needed the money. And my life droned on and on and on for the eternity of a summer.) BARBARA McSWAI Recipe Fd As this column is m the making, lazy sunshine with colored flecks of (lust is pouring onto the des5k next to the typewriter. It is the warmest (lay of this winter, andl peop)le outside are in shirtsleeves and short sweaters. There's a boy crossing the cami p)us with his shoe untied. He just stumbled over it and is looking for a p)lace to sit dowvn and tie it. He might just as well quit look ing. Every bench is filled with couples taking advantage of this sudden pseudlo-summer. An old friend, enveloped in a huge, grotesque, flowvery, plastic apron, just dIropped by. lie's get ting mlarriedl in May and had to describe the house they're to live in, the furniture they're going to buy, etc., etc., etc. Why do all en gagedl people think everybody is wild to hear all about everything they (do? (The apron was some thing he'd just bought, to wvash dishes in.) the pit and not allowed to re-enter (no free substitution rule in those days). The battle raged for quite a while until finally Art cut loose with a terrific haymaker that knocked l'al halfwvay across the arena. "Hold, enough, desist, and all that tommy-rot," D. T. cried. "Art is hereby declared the winner of this-here scrap and is the new champeen. He shall wed fair Emily." Upon hearing this good news, Art (a natural-born smart aleck) charged across the arena toward the fifty-yard-line where Emily and Hippo were seated. His horse, mistaking Hippo (who tipped the scales at 303) for a dragon, shied away, and Art, plus 293 pound. of armor, came crashing down head first to the ground. iations... hat proverbial slip-up on that it seems that someone slipped floating around in the State I mainly in the lump sum ap f the most prominent of these is the amount for the UNIVER SITY OF SOUTH CAROLINA. The appropriation, for $1,639,155 for 1951-1952, was approved Fri day. * However, members of the House did object because it was not item. ized. No definite statement said that it provided for raises for pro fessors, a serious consideration which the members can well ques. tion if they wish to maintain any sort of faculty on their state cam. pus. One member said that these increases were understood. To be understood may not be enough. The salaries of the president and the assistant president are listed at $.7,500 and $5,170, respec. tively. IHowever, f<Ir deans with administrative duties, $43,280 is given without saying hQw many there are. The same thing is done with administrative assistants, in. cluding student assistants, with salaries amounting to $86,500. Under deans and head professors, a total of $12:3,300 is appropriated; professors, $121,000; associate pro. fessors, $173,500; instructors, $1t)0,000 and student assistants, $17,500. We can readily understand the legislators' concern over the lack of itemizing in the bill and are glad to see that they are thinking enough to recognize the danger in such a lack. Again, we realize that complete itemization would be impossible, especially in the field of student assistants, but we do think that such information should be given when the request from the univer sity is made. We are sure if the bill is sent back for rewriting, this information will be given to the satisfaction of the members of the legislature. But one final thing, gentlemen, please don't cut our bill this year we've got one foot in the grave and the other on the banana peel -that banana peel is slipping fast. \r Success It's so prIetty and calm andl satis fied-feeling today that ther'e just dloesn't seemi to be an awful lot to talk about, biesides how I ucky we are. TJhere is one thing, though, along that line. Something that Andre Maurois talked about at tIhe last assembly. lie said something about reC ality's not being made by the events that happen in outr lives, but by the interp)retations and meanings we apply to them. This sort of leaves the past, piresent and future sqjutarely up to us. If that maxim is as logical as it soundtis, then we should have a lot fewer comnplaints and mu ich less unhaippiness. Maybe if we all took more responsibility for outr suC cesses and failur'es and admitted that the outcome of our under takings was largely up to us, we wvould work harder to make them successful. Consequently, we could make a bettetr reality for ourselves. It's a thought, anywvay, for ai sunny, sutmmery afternoon. Although he survived the terrific battle, that fall was too much for poor1 Art, andl he got himself dead thr'ee days hence. This tragic turtn of events almost left Emily an old( maid, but D. T. came to the rescue and called the maiden and Pal into his study and ordlered them to look for a justice of the pleace and get married im mediately, if not sooner, Nowv you may think that Pal was the final winner in this deal; but he wvasn't. While wvaiting all these years for a lover, Emily had turned ftrott a beautiful tomato into an ov'er-r'ipe prickly pear' and Pal was stuck with her for life. Many times after' that lie wished th'at lie had gotten dead that day instead of his cousin Art. (We forgot to mention before that they were sixth cousins, twice removed, on their mother's side.)