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Look Out re During Thi Most of those students who have not al ready gone are going home today for a little vacation. some of those going home could con ceivable be in a traffic accident. We hope not. According to a recent report put out by a Chicago Insurance firm, there were almost 8,000 traffic fatalities last year involving persons of college age. During the Christ mas holidays a large part of these accidents occurred. This year the situation will prob ably be no different except that more of them will probably occur. It is absolutely necessary to be on the lookout for wild drivers during this highly spirited season. It is also necessary that one not drive when one thinks he is not able to do it with a clear mind. According to a national survey that was made, most of the accidents result from autos that either overturn or are accidentally driven off the road due to driver negligence. Freshmen Girls J Freshman girls who reside in the Fresh man Girls' Dormitory have made a complaint in the form of a petition presented to Stu dent Council and referred to the Dean of Women. The students who signed the petition are dissatisfied with the rules regulating their movement out of rooms after 11 p.m. and phone use after that time. The petition, according to a letter from Student Body President David White to Dean of Women Arney R. Childs, bears the signatures of more than 100 girl freshmen from the dormitory. "The substance of this petition involves two objections: (1) to the rule which re quires that students remain in their rooms except in cases of absolute necessity after 11 p.m.; and (2) to the rule which prohibits the use of telephones after 11 p.m.," accord ing to the letter. Mrs. Childs said that the petition asked for a "token" restriction in regard to the girls being out of the rooms after 11 p.m. instead of a severe restriction (such as two weeks) and for "less" restriction in regard to girls using the telephones after 11 p.m. Regardless of what the case might be it remains that some restriction is being placed on the students in the form of confinement to their room, and the students are not satis Russell House Soun When Russell House was constructed a soundl system was allowved for in the walls of the building. All that is needed to put the system into operation is the installation of a sound unit control panel that will cost about $3000. If this unit were purchased and put into operation it would be a valuable asset to the studlent union building. Soft music could be heard in all p)arts of the b)uilding and it could also b)e used for a communication system to any part of the LETTER TO THE EDITOR A Letter To Sani See -Abo l)ear Editor: letters? Santa, The following found its way first this year. 1 into my mailbox. I am sure try to give' themi .that this letter was northern if you can. Eve hound but by3 mistake it was about helping t given to me.) just talk. Dear Santa Claus: Santa, rpaybe My name is .Johnny Smith an<l Russia, too. I k IIm ineC years old1. 1 thought c-an get clown maybe I would write' you this chimneys you < year and ask you about a few any iron curtai things. Give the little i I've been a guood little boy this girls some cand year~ (wvell maybe not as good as t~ nihemi setha I shouldl be, but almost) . Santa, h e fpol I don't want to ask you for any thing. I just want some advice. Santa, my col, Some of th(e kids have been little boy about telling me to grow up and cquit I don't think he beclieving in Santa Claus. any more. Santa But Santa, if people can't be-' could give hin lieve~ in you, what enn they be- make him bel lieve in? wouldn't take m The headlines in the newspa- hope and peace. pers are so scary. Santa, do the One thing I chIldren in Hungary wvrite you give Mr. Eisenl, It is never too late to give up 'Twas the nighi your prejudices. mas, when -Thoreau, Waliden house When Liberty is gone, Not a creature Life gr~ows insipid and has lost even a mous its relish. --C. C. 14 -Addison. Cato. II. 8 /ro r Accidents Holidays Driver negligence is a euphemistic sort of way of pointing out such things as driving under the influence and going to sleep while driving. It is startling, but nevertheless true, that some individuals think they can drive just as well with a little of the so-called spirit in them as they can when not filled with the stuff. There is a place for most things, but the place for this type of person is certainly not behind the wheel of an automobile. College students are not any different from any other group of citizens. They fall prey to the evils that are common to any one. But we feel that it is high time that they started being different in this respect. Maybe we are tooting our horn in vain we hope we are not-by giving out with these figures and warnings. But remember, school might be a hard hill to climb but it is much more pleasant than waiting out time in a hospital bed or some place worse, so be care ful on that trip home.-Herbryant. Lnd Confinement fied with this. The girls, it was stated by the letter, ob ject to the whole idea of being confined to their rooms after 11 p.m., but that they be lieve some rule prohibiting creating disturb ances in the dormitory after that hour should be maintained. One side to this issue points out that it is necessary to have the room restriction so that students will be able to study without being disturbed by other students in the hall. We think it is unfortunate that any such restriction as this has to be placed on those girl students. Those students should be able to take care of themselves. Can't you just see the administration placing restrictions like these on the male freshman students who live in their dormitory. We are sure that Ma and Pa want to know that their daughters are being looked after at this University, but we do not think they want their children confined to their room so that they can not move around to see a girl down the hall if she wants to. These students are young adults. They should be allowed to move freely around the dormi tory, and then if too loud a disturbance is made the hostess can quiet them down, but it seems that confinement to their room is uncalled for.-Herbryant. 4 d System Is Needed buLildling. If a studlent needed to be paged, all that wvould be necessary would be for a Ruissell House employee at the main desk to p)ick up a microp)hone andl page the person. If $3000o seems like a large amount of money to be spending on this unit consider what a small amount it is in comparison to the price of the building which cost over a million dlollars. Not hardly a grain of sand. This system can be installed and it will be a worthwhile addition to our Russell Hlouse.-H erbryant. ta Asks Him To ut Peace pl6ase go there President, you know, and that is wish you wvould a lot of good health anid some what they wvant new~ muscles so he will be strong ryone here talks enoughe to go on andl help our iem but it's all nmommies and dladdies to stay here and not to fight ini wars you an g to like I've seen in movies. ou than go ou Santa, give all of the good allo tht iy preachers and teachers and doc all get throughy tors some nice gifts. They all are an ge throgh working awfully hard these days n you wvant to. and they look so tired. Maybe a ussian boys and little rest would help them. y and toys and~ I guess there is one thing you t everything can cain give me. Sometimes I get so just want it to madl at my mommie andl daddie. They are pretty nice to me and >red maidl has at I don't realize it all the time. If ny same age and you could give me a little appre believes in you c'iation so I can show them that I wish that you I love them like I really do. something to That's about all that I can eve again, It think of right unow. Santa, take ach, just a little r'eal good care of yourself be cause we need you this year. wish you could Love, ower, he is our .Johnny Smith. Oledi before Christ- 0, once in each man's life, at all through the least, Good luck knocks at his door1; vas stirring, not A nd wit to seize the witting .guest boore, A Vis[t Need never hunger more. mn S. A7cAnlno T, .J na es, Good ,.c ROBERT TALBERT The Old Discuss The Scene: High above the Carolina Campus on Cloud 7. The Time: A few minutes be fore mid-night on the last day of 1956. The Characters: Old man of '56 and young kid of '57. Young Kid: Howdy, Pops. Man, you look beat. You look like what Frankie did to Johnnie. Old Man: (Wearily) Yes, son. I'm a bit tired. It's been a rough year. But I don't mind because I think we've done a creditable job here at Carolina. Young Kid: tops, why don't you cut on out and let a cool cat take over this kick. I'll show the past a few things that'll make them flip. Old Man: My boy, before I go, I think I ought4o give you a lit tle advice that may help you. Young Kid: Man, you are faded, what can you tell a cat like me? Old Man: (Slightly irritated by the brash kid) Son take my advice and listen a minute. You're step)ping into a big job full of troubles andl decisions. It's a fine bunch of people you have here to wvork with and you can't affor'd to go wrong. Young Kid : All righty then, sup)pose I ask you a fewv ques tions. First of all, man, do the kids here dig a party, I mean like blowving it out and all that sort of jazz? Old Man : Son, do you see all this gray hair? That should an swer your first (question. The studlents seem to enjoy a good party but I've heard a few of the coets comp)lain about the curfewv. It seems they don't get to stay out late enough. Young Kid: Well-there-then now, I'll have to see what I can (do to help these chicks out. Ques tion number twvo. What kind of athletic situation do you have here? You know, football and muscles and all that sort of jaza, 01(1 Man : Well, when I came here nto one gave us mnuch hope but wve got a new coach and1( we wvound up as one of the powvers in the ACC. My boy, by the time you get my age you may evenm see this team in the Orange Bowl. We've got a pretty sharp basket ball team, too. They have (lone a fine job so far and in fact they have scared the hell out of some of the basketball giants. They are going to beat Clemson's round ball team for you. CROWING FO UJNIVERSITY OF Member of Associe Founded January 30, 198, with editor, "The Gamecock" is publi. Univeraity of South Carolina wee year except on hotidayR and duar The opinion. expressed by coiu necessarily those of "The Camc an endorsement. The. tight to ed EDITOR................. MANAGING EDITOR... BUSINESS MANAGER ... ASSISTANT MANAGING E NEWS EDITOR ..... SPORTS EDITOR CAMP1US EDITOR.... FEATURE EDITOR ... SOCIETY EDITOR ....... ASSITPANT SPORTS EnF' And New Things Young Kid: All that sounds real fine, man. What about the studies around here? I don't want to waste time knocking myself out over any old books when there are other things to do. Old Man : Don't worry about that, son, no one else does. Even the profs have given up hope. Young Kid: They tell me up stairs that the world situation is real goofed up. How do the kids here feel about it? Old Man: Sometimes I think they take it too lightly but I hope they will come around if worst comes to worst. Young Kid: How about this Student Government kick? Do the students get to voice their opinion? Old Man : I'm sorry to say, but it seems like voice is all they have, maybe I should say a whis per. Young Kid: Well, given time, I can straighten this noise out and we'll get our say so. Can you get by with things around the campus, you know, like slipping in a little tipsy and all?~ Old Man: It's easy around here. The campus cops5 ar~e so b)usy giving silly little parking tickets, they haven't time to see anything else. Young Kid : Real s<quares, huh ? Well, Daddy-0, I can't think of anything else to ask you right nowv. It sounds like I've got it made. This pla1ce is a real swinging unit. I think I'm going to like this year business after all. Listen, mans, if I wvant to see you, where can I find you? Old Man : Look around, my b)oy. I'll be in all the actions of the people you see. I'll be around to give you some advice and help. Son, the past is never too far be hind that you can't find it. R~e member that and everything wvill work out all right. Young Kid: Thanks, Pop. You know, you aren't a bad guy after all. In fact, you talk real wise like. Maybe I'll take some of your. adlv ce. Old Man: That's kind of you to ::ny, my boy. You're a -lit.tle eatger but that's goodl. Maybe yo~u e:m get some' of the things dlone that I couldn't. It looks like. it is about that time, so I'd better be going\ It's all yours now, son, take it easy and so long. Young Kid: (waving) Later, man, later. The End of the Beginning. R A GREATER SOUTH CAROLINA bt Collegiate Press Robert Elliott Conzales as the first hed by and for the students of the kly, on Fridays, during the college ng examinations. mnists and letter writer, are not ek." Publishing does not constitute It is reserved. . .. .....HERBERT BRYANT .....NANCY FOX . CAROL SHOCKEY DITOR ..Roy Williams . Sylvia Hanna Jerry Sanders . .. .. .. Jerry McGuire ... . .....Melba Corley ..........Barbara Hawthorne 'OR . Mac Hill MONT MORTON Tiding Th With Karl N Scene: Upper Boothia Penin sula. Time: Eve of Christmas. Characters:' Santa and the Ghost of Karl Marx. Ghost: At it again, huh? Santa: Yes, and quit harassing me. I'm busy. Ghost: Didn't say a word. Santa: You were thinking it. Ghost: Anyone ever tell you how ridiculous you look in that costume? Santa: People, some people, are too happy to ridicule me. Ghost: If you make them so happy, why don't you just stay (lown there year 'round? Santa: Perhaps some people don't want to be happy all the time. You should know that. Ghost: Now what have I done? Santa: Helped start a fanati cal religion, contrary to mine. Ghost: All I did was explain the impact of materialistic greed on their lives. Had I not done it, somebody else would have. Don't blame the hell-bentness of man kind on me. I'm supposedly dead. But you're alive, howling across the heavens, tearing up every one's rooftops with reindeer hoofs, bruising yourself climbing down chimneys, keeping children awake. . . . Is it worth it? Santa: I believe so. My rein deer move on muffled pavs, not hobnailed boots. They may loosen a few shingles, but they don't foment class struggles. They worship a God who doesn't usually speak like a cash regis ter. They bring happiness to children, not make them orphans. And somehow, they, prefer the sound of bells, not cannon. Ghost: How sentimental. Have you ever considered writing de tergent dramas, Santa? Santa : No, but I have consid ered the possibility that man, minus heaven and hell, has only one life on earth. And his only life must be a free search for dignity, truth, and happiness, for some measure of light. That's all that matters. Ghost: Why don't we give them another war, Santa? A war to end all wars. Of course, there would be an appalling mess to clean up, but some one may win. Wouldn't they, afterward, have DICK SMITH A Winter's 0Once in the fierce nmou ntai n country of Bulgaria, there wvas nestled between two staggered hills a small, isolated village. The townspeop)le were an ener getic lot who earned their living through the hand-manufacture of religious objects. The beauty o,f these carvingsm attested th(e wealth of the small village and things were very comfortable and good. Within this village lived an imbecile, Hie was a grotesque cre'ature, wvith the sloping mon goloid forehead and heavy, wvet tish lips so prominent in persons of his state, Hie was employed throughout the town as a man o)f-all-wvork and the mercantiles, the butcher, the horseshoe barn, the local church-all wvould make use of him out of pity and sym p)athy. lie was a strange person, a dlisjointedl Odd(ity shaggling about with a lurking, secret smile playing about his stacked lips. Some of the townsmen thought th is smile an affront to their good natutres, as though lhe were secretly laughing at them. This they kept to themselves, however, for the majority thbought him harmless and affec tionate andl loyal. In the springtime of that area, love btecame more than just in stinctive. . . . It was salvation itself. .The fragrance of the flowers, the flow of river, and the atmosphere of aloneness sometimes urged men against their church-hound judgments. ...So who (could( damn this im becile when, duiring the spring Lime, he dancedl a lover's jig with a creature of his owvn caste?... Love knows a thousand, expres sions5 and1( on none (does the earth agree . . . he came upon her walking through the trees - a mindless housemaid injured in her youth and( who had matured nto) a misshaped, pitiable woman. But her webbed mind discovered that spring day the ruth and beauty of the lover's trlip. In the warmth of the sun, ini a mirrored garland of wvild ness, she met the handyvmn.. andl so they loved, these wretc'hedl, sadly stampedl eca Yule... larx's Ghos %dignity, truth, and happineshr Santa: They would have everything your abnormal heart desires, Karl. Hand me that har ness. You finished cleaning the stables? Ghost: They're clean enough to eat Christmas dinner in. Santa: You may have to. Ghost: How did I ever get sta tioned here? Mei a stable bdy'. I must re'ally be dead. Santa: You're here because Judas, Brutus, Bluebeard, Jack the Ripper, and Hitler were as signed to a man named Dante. He knows what to do with them. And you aren't wholly dead. Ghost: I would rather be. Santa: No, some of your ideas are very much alive, fiendishly alive. Ghost: (smugly) Non omnis moriar, huh? Santa: Not quite. Your social blueprint isn't working as smoothly as you thought. Some ruffles here and there are being flattened, and every imperfection measured in blood. You forgot that people are intensely fond of freedom. They're a funny lot. Some young men are disturbed because they have to carry their dates to meet midnight curfew; another young man was dis turbed because he had to carry nis girl dead in his arms down the steps of a Budapest radio station. People are funny like that, Karl. They like freedom. But some have more genuine reasons for complaint than others. Ghost: If you weren't such a jovial old geezer, I'd tamper with your tracers. Santa: I'm more than an old geezer. I'm goodness and humil ity, words alien to your led astray genius. Ghost: You're also vain. Santa: Yes, but my vanity blossoms only after my sack is emptied. Ghost: I can't argue with ab stractions and empty sacks. Santa: That's because you never felt them. Try 'em some time. And stop that infernal frowning, or I'll have you shipped. You're giving my rein deer dyspepsia. Everything loaded? Ghost: Everything. Santa : Then jingle, by God, Bells! Tale... grasses they loved . . . incoher ently knowing and blessing this In the fall, wvhen the maid was known to be pregnant, suspicion naturally fell upon the imbecile handyman. No other person, in his - right senses, could have * mated such an ugly creature. Th e brutal winter had set in and the townsmen were harsh in judg ment, ill-tempered by the close ness of wintry Isolation. Their pented venom struck the boy like a hammer. They placed him in the jail to await a sunnier trial's (lay. Christmas was coming and the people had more to consider than the swelling Lelly of a fool. The niight before Christmas heralded the annual town party and the celebrants gathered to r'evere once again life's choic~ symbol. In the hurly, the birV:~ ing pains of the imbeeile maid rang helplessly in a ellent house. No one had remained to help her. Later in the night, another maid discovered her wvrithing on her cot and remained with her through the ordeal. TIhe halls of the Town House echQed with merriment when the jailer suddenly appeared in the door. Walking quickly to the Town Elder, he informed him that the imbecile, unaccustomed to the closeness of the cell, had gone beserk and had attemptior to tear through the wvalla. T1' jailer had found him lying in his own blood, his head savagely blruised, his fingernails torn from scratching at the wvalls. It was not mentioned publicly since the festival had reached its height, and the jailer returned to his house. Later in the~night, when the screams of the maid had broke the festive howls, an astonished townsgrou p gathered silently around the body of the maid, dead in child-birth'. Nearby, the one who had come to her in the night sat rocking In a blackness of misery, holding in her arms the still-born child, incredibly beautiful even in death. TPhe winter's hate began In new fury-and the snowv covered the land like a gallows death-'4 cloak.