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THE CHARLOTTE COLLEGIAN
February 18, 1955
OWLS AND COACH BUDDY
SMITH
Coach Buddy Smith is our pick
for the coach of the year for the
North Carolina Junior Colleg'e
Conference. Of course, we don’t
have much to say about it, but we
feel that Buddy deserves the title.
Buddy, who has never coached
basketball, took nine boys, only
one of whom had played hiph school
ball, and made a first class team.
We hope that Buddy and his Owls
will ^o all the w^ay and finish in
first place in the 10 team con
ference.
The Owls have been playing
basketball in the junior college
league for seven years, and they’ve
never had a winner. Last year C. C.
won one conference game and this
year we have won three. Charlotte
College is the only school in the
N.C.J.C.C. which does not give
scholarships, and the boys who play
basketball, play because they love
the game.
Jerry Gaudet has really made a
name for himself by dropping the
ball into the basket to the tune of
30 points per game. Neal Broome
and Rea Hinson are really doing
magic work under the boards. Last
but certainly not least are Roy
Warren and John Kilgo with their
terrific ball handling and quick
thinking.
Slade Joyner, Johnny Culp, Rae-
ford Brown, Vic Brawley and Jim
Brady do splendid jobs as reserves.
Here’s wishing the Owls and
Coach Smith the best of luck in
the tournament February 16-19,
at Campbell Junior College.
Some of my students have wished
to exchange information and ideas
with other students who are in
terested in comparative education.
These notes are an expression of
this idea. My students hope that
students in other colleges and uni
versities will respond to this news
letter by sending us notes about
their problems, their interest, and
their researches. The next issue
of these Notes will include con
tributions which are sent us.
Ruth Byrns.
GOSSIP OF C. C.
Well, here I am again writing
this column so I can lose a few
more friends. Since I got little
response from my request for you
students to give me some good
gossip, I have sent out my spies.
Just one word of warning—Remem
ber anything you say may get
printed in the gossip column.
What goes on in Zoology that
makes Joanne Hovis and Martha
Voyles come out pale? Oh, yes, we
hear I ttle men from Virginia have
been coming by Charlotte to see
Martha.
Bill Sing has announced that he
has big plans for July 4, 1955.
How about letting us in on the
big secret, Bill?
We would like to wish Joanne and
Ralph Abercrombre a lot of hap
piness as they start their third
year of marriage as of February
7.
The first meeting of the Spanish
Club was a huge success with Mr.
Hoyle’s mints taking the limelight.
But Mrs. Hoyle was giving him
a hard time with her delicious
cookies. Dickie Ratcliffe brought
a very cute girl to the meeting.
Where have you been hiding her,
Dickie? We won’t mention any
names but we hear that a certain
boy became the life of the party
when he sat down in the middle
of the floor and started laughing
and couldn’t stop.
Margie Clark and Harry Booker
are now going steady.
Betsy Browne has made a big hit
with two boys in English. Notice,
boys, there are quite a few other
boys that are interested in Betsy.
The question for the day—Who
is Kanela Maydanis interested in?
The basketball teams certainly
enjoys the out of town basketball
games. Could it be because the
co-eds of the other schools are
taking special care of them? The
Owls have one more home game
and here's hoping that the whole
student body will turn out so we
can show the boys we appreciate
them.
The damage done I will close for
this issue. See you next month.
''HI Y'ALL''
During the three years that a
student nurse must spend in train
ing, three months of her senior
year are spent in a psychiatric
hospital out of state. To everyone
back home in Charlotte, one of the
girls writes of her trip:
“Bye Maw . . . Bye Paw”
(Gee whiz, I ain’t never seen such
a big wagon before. Let me see
now’, have I done got everything
Maw packed for me? Where in the
world is that poke with my lunch
and that big ole box tied with
rope that has all my clothes in it?)
“Hey, stop that there man w'ith
the red cap on—he’s done stole my
things. Stop man or I’ll call a cop!
Hey! (Oh Maw, what’ll I do naow?
Wish you were here . . . These
here city folks are so funny, they
don’t act like us’uns.)”
(Finally, I’ve managed to git on
this buggy without nary a further
mishapness.)
I amble over to a bench and set
me down, but befer I can set, I
drop my little ole box (hat box)
all over that there train. My foot
warmer’s fall into the gentleman’s
(at least I think he is) lap across
the aisle. That there man gets op
and mosies over and sets himself
right down besides me. I am so
flattered I blush from aer to aer.
That old man starts flirting with
lil ole me. I climbs right over the
seat and sets right behind him so
I can keep an eye on him.)
As I sit quietly there minding
my own business, I sees all these
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people walking up and down the
aisle. It looks like they are standing
in line for somethin. I don’t want
to miss a thing so I ups and
rambles down the aisle. I stands
or maybe I should say staggers
for ten minutes waiting to be first
in that there line. I finally gits to
the end of the line and there ain’t
nuthin there but a door. I stands
there lookin at the door expectin
something to happen, then some
body open the door and pushes me
in. They did! I cuts my way
through a thick fog of smoke—
them people is holdin sumth'n
white in their mouths with fire
on the end. I think that’s the way
they gits rid of stored up anger,
they gets red hot.
I looked around and finds that
I is in a room surrounded with
mirrors and little white bowls. I
sets myself down and waits, 1 do!
I don’t know what fer, but I wait.
Nuthin happends so I gits up and
pushes a handle on one of them
thar long bowls and the awful
noise busts out and I kin see the
tracts just flying by. Then some
body pushes past me like as she’s
goin to a fire. I can’t understand
it, I didn’t think it was that good.
I goes back to my seat and falls
asleep. When I wakes up I sees
that ole red cap taken my things
again. I sure stops him, hut quick.
I gets off the train, takes a peculiar
yellow carriage to the Big House.
I climbs outa the carriage and
this here man with a queer look
says, “You’re fine, how am I?’’
Jane Robinson,
Presbyterian Hospital
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