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11llREE STUDENTS decided to ti trial, and tribulationm of registrati Delures uh, and Don Gatch. (IP Carolina M In Unusual BY BETTY EASLER Staff Writer In answer to an article which appeared in last semester's "Game. cock," which described some of the humorous ways in which the virls on this campus answer the telephone, we are going to recall a few of the amusing ways that the Carolina men receive their calls. The first call was made to Pres. ton Dormitory where, to our sur. prise, our ca I I was answered, "Grant.'s tomb, Grant speaking." At another residence hall the telephone w a s answered by a gentleman who informed us that we had contacted "Joe's Pool Room." Around The World As the calls w e r e continued, various places around the world re contacted, or so we were ild by the Carolina men who an swered our calls. At building H1, the person an swering said, "Duffy's Tavern, Archie speaking," and at build ing .J we were told that we had called Johnny's Fish Market. At one of the fraternity houses on campus, the person answering gave us the information that we had dialed a number that has be. Have a8r / The best tobac t down and take a break during the on. Left to right are Charles Gatch, boto by Nan Dyke.) En Answer Way, Too come increasingly well known du to a movie of the same nam which has just recently been see by m a n y USC students. ThE number is Butterfield "8." Gone to Charlotte In one of the dormitories o campus, there is a tradition to ir ormi you that the person you ar .-alling has gone to Charlotte i le is not in at the time you cal Snowden dormitory informed u that we had called the mausoleur nd asked which body we wishe to speak with. One decided difference in a cal Lo a women's dormitory and ; mIen's residence hall is that girl are always anxiously hoping tha long-awaited (late is finally call ing, and they hurriedly answe the ringing telephone. But boy always take their time answering the phone, because t h e y knov that it is usually another boy o someone calling for an assign ment. Pluto Speaking One of the most unusual an swers we received to our calh, came from one of the tenamen houses across campus. This cal was answered by a young mar who said that we had contacted Pluto's underworld and that Plut< was speaking. lc'ga ret co makes the bes 3.. . Reynolds Toaaern o'r Registration Quentin fY ROSEMAICY HANKINS Staff Writer Quentin could tell when he fe over his roommate's shaving gea getting out of bed that it was g< ing to be a nasty, nasty da: Applying a moderate tournique to his great toe with relative calb but a good deal of pointless vocal ulary exhi bi tion, he hobble gloorinily over to the post offic to pick up his little deck c brightly c o I o r e (I registratio cards. At this point he began to regre siightly the last mug of brow ale he had quaffed at the Opus th night before . . . he did not, how ever, lose his temper. fe simpl began to twist t h a t ridiculou knob on his rusty little lock fo the fifteenth time. An eager post office attendani on the march for Oscar, a spide who had mistaken the place fo a apartment building, brough an extremely sticky flyswatte down on hi4 hand with rather un necessary force. Mumbling, Quen tin loped off toward the Unclassi "ied Student.'s h a v e n . Wardlav College. A rcheology ? e "Excuse me, sir," said Quentin n "bu I seem to be unclassified t Where do Archeology m a j o r r egister ?" f ONE OF the maniy lines which stu by Van, Dyke.) e-have aI "For flavor, you can't bea AVALANCHE HUNTER, SQU SITE OF '60 WINTER OLYM * ht smoke. no ipny. winstIon-Salem % ( Has Rou The tall man scratched his hea "Y' got me, son . . . Ah bin tryi to get thoo registrin' fer Fan< Whittlin' 228 since '27, an' t r caint seem t'get nowhere, noho - want a chaw?" ."Uh . . . no. thanks," sa Quentin hastily. Iliology His next run-in was with short, squat professor with r d hair and horn rims in the Biolop e Department. "We aren't lettin f anyone in without a lunch," I (uavered. "Seventeen students m had to preserve l a s t semest( . . . died of malnutrition betwee t signing up for lecture and lal 1 1 'ormaldehyde bill is terrible, tei rible." Quentin trudged past the ie, vous little man and climbed sei eral assorted staircases towar 5,the bower of babble that was th r P. T. registration room. He wa cautiously winding his way t< ward the baseball table when r gaggle of coeds lurched by, powei r mad and headed for the moder dance class. Middle-Aged Lady Quentin was b o r n e into th whirlpool and found himself ga7 ing u p o n a middle - aged lad whose efficient smile was cominj unglued along w i t h her uppe plate. He could not back up . . ,coeds to the left of him, right o him, and aft of him volleyed am thundered. le was trapped. "Flitzmyer," he squeaked, horri di sdents had to fight duriing regi%train 3AMEL PI GAMES UND MTTEM gh Time d- fied. "Quentin Flitzmyer." n' "Modern Dance 31, Miss Flink y1shmeir, Monday morning, report Jh in a b l a c k ieotard." She still w hadn't looked up. Quentin was swept away by his mad escorts. (I limtory In a mild stupor, he shambled to the history building. The line ex a tended back to the sundial, and O several couples were making hay y while the sun shone. The two boys glin iront of him were avidly dis etcussing the internal anatomy of . , crayfish, and Quentin felt his r!sole nourishment of the day, a n stale peanut butter on rye, begin . A round of social calls on his ribs. Wearily, inch by inch, he climbed t h e hallowed marble steps, averting his eyes from a student who was receiving last d rites on the landing. The feeble e voice followed him into the room. s 'Tried . . . tried to get Coolidge," - it gasped. "Closed . . . all his a classes, closed." The sobs reached an hysterical pitch and broke off n sharply. "All (lasses closed except Sans krit Economics 57," yelled a smil D ing professor in a red tie. Numbly, Quentin handed in his cards. Roommate r "What's with you?" queried his r, roommate as lie stumbled through . the door. r "I've had one dell of a hay," I Quentin stuttered. Why don't you keep your dadblasted razor off - he floor ? "Cocky" REG 'ST RrBTr,of i ,. SU RE iS GOyOb TOGTAC | Would Like This Opp< To Say And Welco ES LAT 7)I1IN(; RFAISTIATION, all amai 14)p of the caninoi in the Armory. m (Phmoto by Vanl Dyke.) 'Chunkie f Of Carolir BY ORIN ANI)ERSON Staff Writer Dear Mama, The people here are real funny. The reason I said this is because of registration. l1a Boy-what a mess. I didn't have no trouble at all explaining things to the Dean e u s e he said the only trouble I was in was being a ac essary to the fact (The fact of Chunkie, my ex-roommate). Nep. Mama, AS much as I hate o say it, the (lear old U. S. C. has bid a farewell to a BELOVED BiUDDY. Old Chunky just didn't nake it. lie have made his final 'tand in the "llallow Halls of ivy." This was it. lie just couldn't xplaii things good enough to the Dean. (Well, it'd be hard for inybody with grade point ratio Ja minus :4.21 to explain things hat good.) Dr. Chowen was so happy to war that Chunkie had decided to 'give up a education for the per uit of better things more in line Vith his intelligence" that he of ere(ld to sing with the Rock an Zoll 1 a m d at the Registration flp. lie shore a happy man. Guess what ? I PASSE) His ory I how a b o u t that By Rosemiary Ilankimg 'O T74F SW,/v6 Oprm to Take rtunity FJello ne Back ( ER 'c wW-llee was uwed, including the students pauaedi to fill out cards. 'lunks Out ia' -Mack When I was signing up for my new courses I tried to get Dr. Chowen for History 12. But, He JUst laughed an( said he was safe ir at least one semester and that the only flunkies that he had to worry about were the sane ones that just tried to goof up to the history that was already there without trying to make it up as they went along. Mama, I got a 1e tter from I hunkie. lie say that as long as nV got to go into the armed serv ces that he might as well go to ba and join an army where he oiu ]d grow a 1) e a r ( (Chunkie iates to shave). lie were on his way to Cuba hen h got foul up in a travel urow. lie ended up on a Portu "Se ship c a I I e (I the "Santy Mariva" Boy, did lie have a sur rise waiting for him. You probly dready know that the ship was aken ovei by pirates. What you fidn't kntow was that the reason he pirates are looking for some sIr t,. pt the passengers off s hnk I' seeni. re y is :n the thick lie alreadv grow% d a 'ler:l. liI be.en givmng those i fi*s fi- wa.ki;t u aid down nek yelling orders in punish (tLhunkie r e a ll y don't noW anyV SIanish. Nt i5 .ort of a hodifijd li--latiu which doesn't 4. any giord anywa c ause. all ve thet is I. Iage a Ra Y0ung, you(Tliii kn. I k', a li!' l ay of sunshine He il real funty li chiniu he's mo 1( m:. in) not~h. butt it looks it re t: i 'arirm2 in Opus. fa. ha. The'sit are kind of em rouhnk II go down : he Signa Omej ta trzaternity house andl drink nu o the cokes they got in the .g down there. Y~our son, M.ack C. Twirls EEnf. IIq'ard. SpokA.m ON CAMPUS <Ill it dI me1 tI In. abj0out the (/ent of thlE spre'ad of l1.-l0 ?' "I t'/l pij t( youI somethi jo to U 1, hou /o ju nle.t daite." '.'rd talkiny1 to anfother- girl in orne "lin't our date's teli you 1/ha1 pretty; eyes you~ have?" "N.o, but mty mother's commented n them0." "haoppy E.rams To All and n)iet, I'lease" Sin lining dorm ahcan. Profesor "llt yo can't take treC coues on~ ) the sameo day." Studen,t : "f|ut that's the only. aI caen get the baby-'sittecr." (('(IIdE 1'uriieing pajanma -elad fSiden?t oif a gr ound-floor roomt on Iorsecshoe by skirting lmRhes to ov'er his uindowf with her' muffler'. W4alling studeny,H "ow can I teil foml thtat 1 failed everything ex ep)t squar,e dancing and that I a?. umoat didn't paee that ?' 7 :30 bridge game taking place na the floor outside Biology 1* egiatrajion door.