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Electioz Inter Next week's student body election should have a record turnout. The five student body presidential candidates will all be fighting to make the runoffs and each will have to turn out plenty of supporters to win. The lack of campus parties has its draw backs as well as some good points. That the ballot gets cluttered is one main objection although it can be argued that the voter gets more choice. At universities such as Georgia, Miami, North Carolina and Wake Forest, campus politics is serious business. These schools have two campus parties and the ambitious student politician must work his way up party ranks in the same way as most profes sional politicians. The student governments have considerable power. Politically minded graduates of these schools should be able to jump into state politics soon after gradua tion. Each party holds nominations from the party and independents are of course al lowed to enter, but usually lack the organiza tion needed for *success. Party leaders know they must nominate good men in order to keep the support of party members and gain the undecided voters. At USC we have the multiple party sys tem (somebody once called it the 20-party system, leaving out the independents). Some of the sororities and fraternities here seem to feel obligated to have at least one of its members run for every office available, whether the member has a chance of winning or not or whether qualified to do a capable job or not if elected. The Gamecock and WUSC are making an Letters to the Editor Picture Story S Dear Editor: out of the job Ni Although I'm not a member of punch, a few of the Carolina student body I ruined shirt wl feel related to it since I've fol- (ipped into a tan lowed its activities since the piinting pictureE year my sister was a freshman roon. The editoi ('50). I've always been proud of tor spent six ho most of its activities and partic- room over a w ularly of its newspaper, which other six hours has always managed to print the Our reward was forceful truth. of having one ol Frankly, I was absolutely ture stories we" shocked to see the full page any college news write-up of the Old South Ball It may further held by KA. If such treatment know that Life were given to most of the photogiapher on fraternities or even some of color pictures ax them, it would be understand- times that many able. But to show such obvious slous. The bad dliscrimination is a little bit ab- tecacso surd. If you think such pictorial qaiyclrso features will add interest to the '.n nalPo: paper (and if organized so that astr,tlet it will not be necessary to have honytm "pull" to obtain such recogni- py o itr tion it probably will), why not cc,ic(etl use one of the campus-wide or onsadth interfraternity (lances ?ha te('t0 Please (do not think I hold any tem grievances against KA-they are W oe n one of the greatest. fraternities Yo 'iltk on the campus--even if they (1do epcur t border on a group of bantering pepctvan UDC's at times! apeit ta Sincerely,acooflpct An Interested Outsider i sapiie (Ed. Note: We are making an \I ehp exception to our practice of not t ae~O ) publishing anonymous letters by *ti'freu r printing the one above. The editor wants to assure the interestedI outsider that there UCSm was no "pull" involved in print- AeDsrI ing the full page spreadl on the 01l1 South Ball. The Gamecock 1)rEdt: doesn't even have a K A on its Srligao staff (although they're welcome, grecapso of corse)and ll teedtor o om.uia heaedtur %or spet six h Memberof As o ur Colewiard was Unietyof ouh arlin weky,o Fraving dne n: y~r wcep onholiay nd turemsntoriewe Theopnio, xpesed y olnitaand clee wriewa eary hoe o "Te ameoc."nbimesn doha t an udoaeen. herigt o di rsehoed.Thha theIchnces.o SPORTS EDITORnWal CIRCULATIONpMANArE Ste Caro heke, Sevsectiveriad DonnaHale,Diann Woo app reay e Dit, Ps Tirnme Tlimons Ed Pwell Ji ndone Jap Lary Cibb AMie es ri Al Tson T. . Bown,BobCamren,a Trmpus,o Rs Look kstang effort to let the students at least realize who the people running for student body presi dent are and to give the candidates a chance to put forth a platform. The Gamecock has interviewed all five candidates and has questioned the candidates on current campus issues. Biographical background has been gathered for each candidate and we hope this information and the candidate's outlook may be of some help to the voters. WUSC has offered 10 minutes of speaking time this evening to each canddatie for stu dent body president. We would like to see a little more emphasis placed on issues and less on personalities. First, is the candidate willing to take a stand on issues? Next, does it appear that he will lead council in taking iieeded action for the students when the occasion arises or will be an administration "yes man?" The most interesting feature in this elec tion might be the newly formed Carolina Veterans Association. Should the vets come through with a bloc vote, the other candi dates are going to find it rough. With all five candidates fraternity men, there apparently won't be any big coalitions among the frats, at least not on the first ballot. The importance of each vote can hardly be emphasized any better than by recalling the May Queen election of 1953. The runoff ended in a tie and co-queens were elected. The happy part was that everybody who voted could say his girl couldn't have won without his vote. And she couldn't have. It may be your vote that decides next week's election-J. B. hocks Outsider ras two glasses day's darling semi-dad. cookies and a This creature attired in gray ien his sleeve charcoal Bermudas and plaid k of hypo while knee sox allied with red con in the dark vertibles and hip flasks lies in and news edi- wait like the proverbial wolf for urs in the dark the Carolina co-ed. ekend and an- In his size 17 white bucks, he taking pictures. may be seen treading the heavy the finest pi- impossible at numerous Carolina the fnestpie- (lances. re ever seen in dacs paper. Although this creature (shall interest you to we call it male?) is God's gift to magazine ha a Carolina, he allows the co-eds to hand to take 60 know that he is God's gift to ad almost three Columbia College and the Bap black and white tist student nurses as well. weather ruined But our boys have winning getting top- ways and charming compliments s and the maga- with which to swveep a poor girl bility won't run off her feet, such as "What hap not this year. pened to your hair?" any organization Of course, there is the greatest s in the Game- compliment of all, the boy who ,', is for dance wants to pin a girl this week, Gamecock pays and wantedl to pin her roommate engraving for last wveek, and her suite-mate the wveek before that. restedl Outsider, After escorting a young co-ed mother look at out for the evening, the semi ry with better inad rushes back to the fraternity wvill be able to house and recordls all the events a fine display of of his date in the fraternity file ele and not view for the enlightenment of his d group of stu- fraternity brothers. Ah, gently he beams with satisfaction. we can continue But (10 not shed a tear for the oud by printing Carolina co-ed, she is a realistic th.") girl and knows (to capture a --- phrase from G;entlemen Prefer Bs londes) "Diamonds Are s Gs(irl's Best Friend." ed Names Withheld By Requesi nd the beautiful H r nsfiee t: 'His and H r __- Rated Good Occasionally in a theatregoer's life there comes a time when after leaving the theatre, he feels as if he has actually seer INA something worth while in enter tainment. I believe that this was as use me the consensus of most of the " audlience, including myself, after ~ having seen "His and Hers," the nece,three-act play currently being p)roduced at the Town Theatre. AMCC SJG After a slow start the lead f. SA LLEY actress Robin Dial (Maggie taty Penney P'almer) gradually developed Dew James into something nigh on to perfec ')ert Bryant tion. The lead actor, G;ren ter ohnn Seibels (Clem Scott), played a n McElveen comimendlable part from begin a Baumrind sing to endl. Ashley C. Tobias, at Anthony Jr. (the Judlge) probably re Billy Bruce ceived the most noticeable audi enee reaction in his humorous supporting role. The rest of the . ' supporting cast, the director, ~ki Martin ((Gene C'rotty) and everyone else y Williams, connected with the production all deserve a hearty pat on the hack. 3illy Mel11ate MONTY HIORMA L /ote "I'm going to vote for Joe. DEW JAMES Political Monster POLITICAL POT BOILING ... It's that time of year again hot air fanned by March winds, and after all is said and done, April fools. The ambitious ones unofficially started their campaigns at least a week before nominations with such political maneuverings as handshaking, back-slapping, and fancy garb. And blessed is he whose social sect can arrange the most political alliances with other social sects or similar vote wielding machines. It is not, dear reader, that we frown on the politicos, but some aspects of the set-up bear weed ing out. We realize how impos sible it is to exist without pol itics, but when organizations 'pressure people into running, that's going a little too far. The apparent theory behind such moves is that perhaps the mem ber may luck up, win the elec tion, and share the honor with the organization. How thrilling! It is rumored that where your heart is, there also is your treasure and organization-made candidates have little heart in PAT TREACY Give .FDR More TI In 1929 a depression hit Amer ica with an impact which shook our tap roots and' changed our economic thinking. Few of us can remember way back when there were longer lines at the soul) kitchens than at the super miarkot, but a whole generation of Americans felt Wall Street shake and were left wvith the ravished memory. This illegiti mate child of economics moulded a decade of art and culture which reflects the austerity of the period. Every strata of America winced in pain when the dlollar went crazy and did things people thought it never would. The economic theories that had made the United States an industrial nation by 1929 could not explain the crumbling of an empire. Nor could they alibi th( fluid base which let giant trusts and holding companies sink, Wall Street was toppled by a phantom, which was given various names, ranging from Hoover and inflation to the gold standlardl or a balanced budget. Whatever the name and cause, 45 million Americans today can look into their treasure chests of memory and remember life and times in the hanging '30s. Economics has profited from the "big crash," yet today we are faced with near similar cir cumstances. I Washington, ieadlers in finance and business are before Congress to dliscuss the new peak reached in stock market activity. 1955 promises to surpass 1954, one of our record years, in production and con sumer spendling. Couple this wIth the strides made by labor in organization, members and hourly and annual wage demands andl we have a picture for a hope fuil future or looking back near disaster. It seems that either we are on the verge of great economic achievement or Adestned He's got the cutest posters." Pot Boi s; s Return. the duties of the offices which they are supposedly seeking. We have noticed that the win ner in the popularity poles is often a campus unknown, partic ular where top offices are the goal. We gather from this con clusion that the votes have enough on the "big boys" to vote them down. We also note that gaudy posters signify nothing, and card distributors at the poles mean less. * * *' The mechanical monsters are on the loose again. Beware if you dare try get across the Horseshoe. The water dogs came back Tuesday and they're up to their old tricks-spraying every body and everything they can sneak up on. Some people say they have watched them aim at a tree and spray for minutes as if they got a charge out of it. * * * ADD ONE by Jim Leake of the LSU Daily Reveille. My psychology Prof Became annoyed; When called, "the Sweetheart Of Sigma Freud." Credit For ian Yalta for another trip down that rutty road. Our production per man hour, in ratio to wages, is more than the 1939 mark and heralds a new technological age. Government's a.litude towards business has also progressed. Laissez-faire policies of the 20's have been sent to the junkyard and today government is by itself the big gest business interest. Foreheads were creased by that dirty word socialism but it i,s here today and when the profits are being .doled out, very few withholc their palm for conscience's sake The begisnning of our era car be attributedl to that severl3 abused democrat, Franklin D Roosevelt. Yalta shows the pic ture of a man who was near hi! death bed and entrusted witi more power than any one man or earth. Mr. Roosevelt, who hek capitalism's boot straps for 1( years, was (lying in Feb. 1945 when the big three juggled th< world's boundaries. His mistake! are relative today and1 subjeci to Republican hipdsight in ar effort to gain a political ad vantage. The mistakes wer4 made by a great man who was in a hurry to finish his worn before dying. We who are eco nomic prodluct.s of his genius and ability would be low creatures t< erect Yalta as his memorial. * * * Student elections always hav< the flavor of a popularity con test. Being dlemocratie, however the system is reversed a little andl the fans and close relations usually shower the idol with their autographs. Monday, male and femalt prototypes of the Pepsodent adds will submit themselves to a Caro.. lina equivalent of the Hooper rating in the. student elections, Wouldn't it he George if some body got together and elected a candidate who had other qualifi cations evan it he ,.. ugly?. BILLY MELLETTE Memoir I used to have a standing war with an old cat we had named Bobo. Bobo's favorite trick was to peer at me from under the refrigerator, where he knew very weil he was safe. One day when I was around seven years old, I was poliing at him with the yardstick. My aunt came in and spotted me, so I pretended to be scrutinizing the marks on the yardstick. "Engineer," she said, "the boy's a born engineer." From that time on, whenever we had company it would be an nounced that I was the engineer in the family. Actually, this was a real conversational gem. It broke the monotony of being compared with grandmother in disposition, told that my fore head was grandfather's, he's got Uncle James' eyes, and so on. You know. So, in spite of the fact that I thought engineers were all associated with the rail road, I graduated from high school and presented myself at Clemson College, announcing for all to hear that I was an engi neer. (I'm sure that Frank Lloyd Wright was in a sweat there for a while.) Clemson received me with open arms and open scis sors, leaving me somewhat be wildered and very much bald. One night during the first week, several upperclassmen came to my room and were talk ing with my roommates and me. I told them that I was going to be an engineer. "What kind?" they wanted to know. "Kind?" I thought, "Do they come in kinds?" But I evaded the question by pursing my lips and waving one arm through the air in a vague sort of way. Then they asked if we had slide rules. The only slide rules I had heard of were the ones they advertise on the back of funny books. "What you need is a Deci-trig Duplex Logarithmic Zippy," said one boy. "Naw," said his buddy, "they oughta get a Pearl-handled Deci trig Loggity-log Snappo, with a monogrammed Semi-Automatic Mark IV Computer." By this .time, I was stroked out on the bed, and did not awaken until the next morning, when some screaming meamy came around and waked us up at a very dis respectful hour. The first class was algebra trigonometry. The only thing I knew about either was something about bee plus and minus some -thing or other and that sine is not spelled sign. The very first day, the professor, a wool worsted sort of fellow, asked me for the bee minus rule. At that time, I was watching a little fly (his name was Alex), who ODE FILTER TIP gives you th( of gualit and real fi] Of Me. was dancing on my notebook try ing to catch the attention of hiV girl-friend Agnes, who was watching from- the window sill. (Frankly, I was pulling for Alex.) The professor was not interested in my fly friends, and he said as much. We argued about whether or not something can be plus and minus at the same time, never coming to any, definite decision. Metallurgy wat no different. We were to be taught blaek smithing, with real forges and all. I never could light the fire. It was midsemester before I per suaded one budding smithy to cheat and light. my fire. When he did, I pounced on the flame with a cry of joy. I inserted the metal, the tongs, my hand, and a good part of my arm. Severely cauterized, but nonetheless happy, I hammered out some thing not unlike a used dum-dum bullet and went looking for the instructor. He was in his office when I made the -presentation. He took the metal, inspected it, and wheeled h chair toward the window. lie wheeled back. He stared past me. He lay his head on the desk. He looked up again. He looked at me. Then he spoke philosophically. "You will never make it," he said. I never liked engineering drawing anyway; the stools we had to sit on always cut off the circulation in my legs. We began by drawing freehand ellipses. I added a few flourishes and made perfectly respectable watermelons out of my ellipses, but the professor (lid not appre ciate art. lie pronounced me a troublemaker. I have never re gretted leaving that class, though. You can't draw rivet heads when you're wearing a starched shirt and a tie, with brass on the collar that must not get green. After the drawing class, I had 10 minutes to return to the bar racks and get ready for dinner and fall into ranks. What with no blood in my legs and with a wilted collar, this became a prob lem. You were supposed to look neat and your shoes Were sup posed to be shiny black. This I didn't mind, but they checked to see that we were abiding by the regulations. That was where I ran into trouble. Another troublesome spot was the idea of being in at seven o'clock at night. I used to defy the whole school and sneak out to get bread and jelly until they caught me and put me on room-arrest. After that, I was more or less re strictedl, you might say: For 27 days, I left the room for classes, meals, and nothing else. When they let me off, I went to the juice shop, bought some sta tionery, and wvrote a serious let ter to my parents. I'm not bitter, though. It was an experience. (What that means, I don't know, but every body says it, so it must be some thing good to say.) MORAL: IF YOU CAN'T DO IT, DON'T. RN SIZE TAREYTON full, rich taste y tobacco tratinntoo!