Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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CROWING FQ UNIVERSITY OF Member of Asocla Distributor of Founded January 30, 1908, with Robert Elliott Gonzales as the first editor, "The Gamecock" is published by and for the students of the University The opinions expressed by columnists and letter writers are not necessarily those of "The Game JACKIE SOUTHERLAND, EDITOR MURRAY SEAMAN, MANAGING EDITOR ELLIOTT WARDLAW, BUSINESS MANAGER News Editor . .. Ruth Barker Campus Editor .. ... . Tommie Herbert Sports Editor ... . . Ralph Gregory COLUlk Rudy Thigpen, Mordecai CARTOONIST BUSINES Petede Hiers, Bobby REPORTOR Jinx Wilson, Leo M. MacCourtney, Bart Davidson, Bob Cameron, Billy W. Soul I was disappointed and disillusioned. I had heard the name. It was a well known name, and there was fame attached to it. This man, Gov. James F. Byrnes of this state, has travelled far in miles and in the estimate of the world. Last week he took another step . . . somewhere. It was a smart political move - this busi ness of outfoxing the goveinment. It was a smart move to assert the superiority of the state. It was a smart move to see that Negroes are not allowed with white people in South Carolina schools. Gov. Byrnes, along with many South Caro linians, feared that the Supreme Court would force South Carolina to end segregation in its schools. So, Byrnes persuaded the state legislature to pass a bill ending a mandatory public school system. This must be ratified by the people of the state. The governor figures that if the state does not compel it self to furnish this education, then the gov ernment cannot force the state to end segre gation in its schools. There may be political reasons behind this step. I have heard that it is a flagrant slap in the face of President Truman. I have heard that it is a move to restore to the na tion state supremacy. I am not in with the political know-alls, and must leave the pre dictions to Drew Pearson. I am just a stu dent who is constantly being swamped with revelations that altruism is known only in fairy tales. As far as state supremacy is concerned, do we not profess to believe in "the greatest good for the greatest number?" Do we not believe "a house divided against itself can not stand ?" Yes, originally this national government started as a union of states, bound together by necessity, but always with the state supreme. The War Betwveen the States came and passed and the nation awoke Miscell Tonight I'm as mad as . . . These are the nights that make one wish one had come to this university to study rather than to work herself to death. I had planned to do a little research on a matter that could and should be rectified, but Gamecock difficulties used up my time and I spent the day promising promises that I could not keep to an over worked staff. Why the dlevil do we keep putting out this paper every wveek is my current thought. Why do we slug and plug away till early in the a. in.? And especially, why do we do it? Why do the few of us stumble along doing the work that reporters should do? Why do we keep it up? Why don't we quit? I don't know. We're stupid, I guess. Good ness knows there is no pay involved - and perhaps if we did resign we could get a part time job - with pay. But, uh, uh, we walked in one day, liked the people, like the excite ment, like the thrill of seeing our creations in print - and we stayed. But why the . . . don't some of you guys come down here?! Why don't some of you fellows who constantly attend the athletic functions volunteer to write down the scores and the happenings so that Ralph Gregory, our sports editor, could live like a human be ing instead of an omnipresent creature who must be everywhere, covering every sports event on this campus? Why don't some of the guys and gals come down and help Ruth, and Tommy and Mur E A GREATER SOUTH CAROLINA ted Collegiate Press "ollegiate Digest of South Carolina weekly, on Fridays, during the college year except holidays and examinations. cock." Publishing does not constitute an' endorse ment although the right to edit Is reserved. Society Editor ...........Norma Bergman Feature Editor Furney Hemingway Copy Editor . . ..... . Patsy Hutto Exchange Editor . . Don Hayes Circulation Manager . . Bobby Smith Asst. Business Manager ..... John Parasho [NISTS Persky, Josef Euringer - Al Simson 3 STAFF Smith, Nedra Gilmore IAL STAFF ara Thompson, Mary Bloodworth, Chuck atson, Bill Leggitt, Valerie King. adoff moral to the revelation that times had changed and that we are all bound together. The nation was, and is, supreme. (It has been my hope that the United Nations would evolve thus, in perhaps a friendlier fashion - that an organization of loosely connected nations with each nation supreme would gradually become a supreme government. Dreamer.) We are all together now; we must not try to go back in time, to return to childhood. In stead of acting like the boy who owns the ball and threatens to take it back when his way is thwarted, we must cooperate and ] bear with it if we don't like the elected leader. Children are taught to be good sports, would that they would teach us. As for whether or not Gov. Byrnes dis likes Truman, I do not know, that is his own business. But I do know this. There will come a day ,when we will realize our littleness in prov ing superiority with a big flat foot that stomps our "inferiors" beneath it and crushes them into the ground. Someday we will realize that the color of one's skin does I not indicate his intelligence or his closeness < with God. Someday we will stop using the 1 ignorance of white people and the misfortune of colored as a political issue. Someday the littleness of our souls will strangle us. Someday we will learn that equality is determined, not by law, but by God. Talks with college students show a grow ing understanding, that study is study and that students are students, not multi-colored human beings. The evolution of understand ing is slow. Give us the patience to wait. As a Georgian I derive a certain malicious pleasure from this. We come in for our share of blame and we are expected to pull these things but, 0 South Carolina, behold first the mote in thine own eye. . . .-J. S. ray who slave to get the news in? The cam p)us is a big place; they cannot cover every school and every department and every pro fessor and every meeting and every happen ing. Sure we like our work, but not so darn much of it! I remember, way back in my freshman year, when The Gamecock came out Friday afternoon almost, rather than late Thurs day night. The office was deluged with calls, complaints, queries. That, and the nagging criticisms, written and verbal, are the only times when we know for certain that The Gamecock is being read. These are the only times we know that anyone gives a discarded eyelash about whether the paper comes out or not. What's the matter with you people . .. too good to dlirty your fingers with typewriter ribbon ink, or to bore your ear with stories? If you bear offense to this soundoff, good . .. meet me behind McKissick anytime, but be careful, if I win, you'll find yourself a new staff member. Since this portion is entitled "Miscel laneous," I might as well add the miscellany. We received a letter this week from a reader of The Gamecock, or at least a listener of WUSC; the letter was unsigned. We cannot run unsigned letters, unless we are given the name of the writer and asked to withhold it from publication. That's all. -J. S "Frankly, I'm woried! He says they all look just like ink blots to him." MURRAY SEAMAN Wake Up! I believe the words to the song go "Ah, those were the good old days." (Time out while you run over the melody.) No matter where you go, or what type of soiree you may be a contestant at, after the third glass of suds (or Scotch, if you happen to have well heeled friends) the conversation gets in the reminiscing groove. Stories of old college pranks, summer camp mischiefs, or, if you happen to be very old (say an old fogy of about 24) the days spent in the employ of Uncle Sugar dominate the proceedings. In the song, Tony Martin and Jo Stafford sing nostalgically about the days of the nickel beer and free lunch, the nickel (the buffalo really could take you places in those days) ride to Coney Island and about vaudeville. At the present day gathering the talk probably,would bring up the fraternity brother who was held in awe by his fraters because he could down a full pitcher of beer in one gulp or some other feat of world renown. However, regard ess of the subject, the pattern is the same. To a visitor from Wars (I saw one at the Palmetto about two months ago, so lon't laugh) it would seem that we now live in a static world. 3e might ask, "Doesn't anything happen in the present? kll the talk is about yesterday." And yet one glance at a lewspaper or five minutes spent with a radio give evidence mough that indeed there are events, in fact there are so nany that the world can just about revolve fast enough to ceep pace with these events which right now are proving o be almost earth shaking in their import. Then what is it that causes us to speak of that which is >ast and which we can no longer change the consequences of ? There must be some concrete reason why this is true. I, oo, would like as well as the next fellow to be able to walk nto the neighborhood pub and enjoy a five-cent glass of arew. But we must realize that what's done is done. Are we afraid to look at what is not only before us, but what is with us now, in the face and not only face it squarely but de teat it? Admittedly these are not the best of times. But times have been hard before. Obstacles are not new to the peoples of the world. They have been breached and can be again. However, if a pessimistic attitude is taken, it will not be long till we are engulfed by a pessimistic world. I am of the opinion that each of us has only one life. Thus, now is the time to love, and fully. William Saroyan said, "In the time of your life, live."~ That sounds like good advice. Just try to remember that these are the good old days. Furney Hemingway On 6nlerlainment Johmty Ray, who rose from an unknown to a big name overnighit in the past months, seems to be here to stay - at least for a while. He has four recordings crowding the top of the best-selling list. His "Cry" is on the top of the heap; "Little White Cloud That Cried" is third on the list; both held the same positions last week. "Please, Mister Sun" moved up from 14th to 8th in the past week ; and "Broken Hearted" is in 12th place. The remainder of the ten top records are "Tell Me Why," by the Four Aces, (4) "Any Time," by Eddy Fisher and Hugo Winterhalter, (5) "Slow Poke," by Pee Wee King, (6) "Tiger Rag," by Les Paul and Mary Ford, (7) "Blue Tango," by L. Anderson, (9) "Tell Me Why," by Eddy Fisher and Hugo Winterhalter, and (10) "Shrimp Boats," by Jo Stafford. What's going to break into the top ten next week? "Wheel of Fortune," by Kay Starr, is a good bet. Doris Day and Danny Thomas have teamed up to record the songs of Gus Kahn that they sung in the movie "I'll See You In My Dreams." The album by the same name contains some real fine singing by Miss Sex. All the Gene Krupa fans and jazz lovers will be interested in Krupa's new Jazz Trio. Teaming up with two old timers, Charlie Ventura on sax, and Teddy Napoleon beating the ivories, Krupa promises to come out with some good hot music. The Trio ha reeinved good reviews so fa. MORDECAI PERSKY A La Mort Paul Jordan Field, who presides at the spring semester meetings of Blue Key National's USC chapter, brainstormed an idea for a Clemson-Carolina intramural football cham pionship game, to be played at Clemson this month. Paul not only brainstormed, but took it upon himself to push the plan through to completion. After a few letters, telegrams, and phone calls had gone from Paul into the cow-studded hills with little or nothing in the way of return, Paul was ready to give it up as a bad job. What worried him was that he didn't know why he couldn't get a definite answer after a month of plugging away. Last Thursday, however, Paul got his answer and found his bottleneck. Clemsonians wired a flat no. The proposi. tion was finally brought to a Head, and Frank "Head" Howard, director of Tiger athletics, said nix. * * * In the fall term, when we occupied the three-column hot seat on your left, we got fed up with trying to argue people into things and set out to logically prove something to our selves. And we succeeded, too. We drew up what looked to be an ironclad argument against the free period at ten Mon day. In black and white it looked so convincing we showed it to the public. Confronted with that verbal proof, the au thorities had only one course of action open to them. The destruction of the chapel hour was imminent. We had a mental picture of going through a semester or so without eight o'clock classes. Reality dealt rudely with our imagination. At registra. tion we discovered the sad truth. The chapel hour was still here. Somewhere, somehow, our persuasive essay had buckled. Undoubtedly under the impact of its own faulty reasoning. Never one to bypass the teachings of profitable experi ence, we signed up for an eight o'clocker: Philosophy 24, LOGIC, three meetings a week, three credits, Mr. Lafferty. * * * Campus organizations are in the act of forming a bloc to push a plan for one big high school weekend. They have an idea that bringing high schoolers from all over the state to Columbia, giving them a glimpse of USC and a big time to boot, will bring us a tremendous influx of students come Autumn. All the organizations concerned are giving it their "all." They're determined to make their baby go. If -they're really successful, we who live in the men's dormitories may soon be rewarded with five-to-the-room. Leoer. -To TIw--Editor Dear Editor, We appreciate Mr. Foster's time As a "Carolina" student I hear a great deal of discussion concern- Council, however, spent far more ing what "Carolina" needs-a big- time than it required of Mr. Fos ger, better fine arts department, ter, to clarify a serious charge new dormitories, a student activi ties center, et cetera. This letter isas ll , not to refute that these improve ments wvould be quite advanta-tmewlspnasosicth geous.Cocineedishl,adtt It is rather to say, howvever, that there is one very ostentatious need Sneey about wvhich relatively nothing has C ihr oe been mentioned. Furthermore, itChimnHorCucl would cost nothing unless one Da dtr wvishes to squabble over the lack iatweksetoalcniet of one less source of diabolic laughter. In other wvords this o'is nMnay ensa n intended to be a violent protest against the scandalous, vulgar, in-FudywseclntIhaebn sinuative, indecent, coarse jokes fgtn esnlbtl vt ( ?) which the Gamecock frequently ti iuto vrsnei a seems motivated to publish. (Tocoeid.ANvmr,15isu cite an example wvould be super-thutsoti.Ifhaleers fluous.)ofayuetyoinyufgh The usual reply to any suchagisthscntonyuav comment wvhich I happen to make m emsint euls t is something similar to this: "You Itievdnththiplns see that all over and, besides, the cniud bcue toe~h 'Carolina Review' is what is satdi n ati otne really terrible." Yes, it is true that aemkn odrnieta risquo stories and "blue-fringe" toeopsn t hyaesc jokes are almost omnipresent in csflpoal eas hyhv our world today. But there must md hs ossi h ih be an incipient reformation! Why llcst h ih ePe can't the Gamecock begin it ? Few sugtthswopitlafr people go far by mere succession toewo~iht e lse e of the multitudes.sueattnoMndyWdfC Therefore, this is a plea in the (a n rdy name of Decency (for the ones to 1 ocre fotb h wvhom the name of Christ means Gmcc ~ihsm betv nothing) for clean humor in our rprig rc h lnfo "Carolina" publications! isbgnigt t rsn Sincerely,.tts uls itriw;nm Mary Alice Coulter nms ahrsm at n P. S. I ain't an innocent Fresh-fiue.Msimotn,olw man, either.yorcmagtooesucS (Editorial note: Agreed! Atflcolsin present, however, we are lookingwrtleestohedintr for a joke editor with a brain in- so hepa,satn hi stead of a gutter. How aboutaprvloobetnasihs applying?afetdte pesnlyThe Editor of Gamecock: ltescud ftewie e Mr. Mark Foster is entirely srs ecro oidadpb right in his criticism of the pro- I ocuini ih ewl cedIure used( by the Honor Council t aeti bevto.Ihv in conducting a recent case. The ntdwt lsponmn oeo Council realizes its grave error, to cids,aiiea5e and hopes to use Mr. Foster's lettergiebysmstdnswnth as constructive criticism. Gmcc ulse usin n The Council has attempted toanwrabuacretise.t handle all cases in the best martfner wudb orrfeto fsc possible, and it is quite evident toamtersthsunditon us now, that the case mentionedoultfrcmswicakr' was not handled as efficiently as Sneey itCculdhaviben.hobevralsenf frror