March 11, 1959
THE CHARLOTTE COLLEGIAN
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INVADERS FROM MAR? ^THE MUSIC CORNER
Mr. Tinkham and seven mem
bers of the Physical Science Club
left on February 7 for a trip to
Chapel Hill. They toured the gard
ens and campus of U.N.C. before
ffoing to the Morehead Planetar
ium, where they saw the program
“Scouting the Skies.”
The club held its first monthly
meeting February 21 at the Park
Road S&W. Guest speaker for the
event was Cloyd S. Goodrum, who
spoke on “The Nature of Physical
Concepts.”
* * *
The CCUN, with Mrs. Winning-
ham as advisor, had a model Gen
eral Assembly meeting on February
13. The members take turns acting
as Secretary-General and serving
as representatives for different
countries. At this meeting, and also
at the Area Council meeting at
Johnson C. Smith University, the
topic for discussion was the recent
admittance of Red China into the
UN.
The club sent six members—
Wiley Martin, Ann Hilton, Lorna
Byers, Glen Allen, Jerry Owens,
and Kanela Maydanis—to Greens
boro, where they met with other
students from North Carolina for
a mock session of the UN.
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The C.C.U.N. held a dinner
meeting at the Park Road S&W
March 7, 1959. Members of the
Sigma Tau Sigma were also pres
ent. Guests were the four foreign
students presently attending col
lege at Davidson. Each guest spoke
of his country, it’s educational sys
tem and living conditions.
* * *
Everyone is invited to the next
C.C.U.N. meeting that is scheduled
for March 19th at 7:30 P.M., in
Miss Rainey’s room.
The Charlotte College NEA Club,
which is comprised of those stu
dents interested in teaching or
some related profession, gave a
party for the men in the Spastics
Hospital on February 16. Jerry
Chvens showed some of the slides
of Japan that he took while in
service.
^ The club has also made plans for
a trip to the National Education
Association in Greensboro.
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advising his audience of the news
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.for the Nudes.” . . . Sign in the
lobby of the New York theater
showing Cecil B. DeMille’s The Ten
Commandments—“Thou Shalt Not
Smoke.”
Hi, fellow swingers! This is a new column featuring the trends
in music, the best buys in new recordings, and articles written by some
of the local Dee Jays. Since this is the first of a series, it is only
fitting that we look at the musical trend of late.
BY KAY COMBS
Collegian Feature Writer
These “characters” you have seen wandering in and around C.C.
are not foreign invaders from Mars or ancient relics coming to haunt
you. They are the newly initiated Sigma Lambda Chi members.
The fraternity invites a group of
new boys each quarter. These boys
are voted on through what is known
as “black ball” ballot. One vote
against you and you are not consid
ered further as a potential member.
After this initial vote, the
“worms” are given orders from
headquarters concerning what to
eat, what to wear, what to do, and
when to breathe. The initiation has
been standard since the origin of
the organization; and for one week,
the boys suffer, complain, fail
English, and have a ball!
To begin the week of peril, Mon
day’s clothes were to be worn back
wards. On Tuesday, the boys were
very comfortable in their pajamas,
although some were just a little
modest. Wednesday was back to
torture. Wearing blacked faces and
carrying shoe shine kits with which
to shine shoes belonging to hon
orable brothers, the most humble
servants entered classes.
My favorite day arrived with
Thursday when all the boys were
able to see how uncomfortable
dresses can be. All the boys be
came mothers for one day and were
compelled to bring their off-spring
(“baby-dolls”) for all to view. The
proud parents struggled down the
halls. I do mean struggled. They
were loaded with enough parapher
nalia of their own, but the posses
sions of many other weary, worn
students were graciously carried
down the corridors by the ungrate
ful servants. On Friday, the cow
boys received their glory. Favorite
heroes were portrayed; the horses,
however, were only of the broom
stick variety.
Throughout the duration of the
week, the boys had to wear signs
around their necks; and, in case
you thought you smelled a mixture
of onion and lemon, you did. This
The Record Booth
BY KEII) WENTZ
The popular song business
changes its forms and accent more
than any other million-dollar indus
try in the land. Every year or so,
its complexion changes, and the
changes are often drastic. At one
time, songwriters would sing their
own songs in the five-and-dime
stores. Then song-pluggers took
over. They “romanced” the artists,
persuaded them to sing the songs
by developing friendships and do
ing favors.
When radio became the hit-mak-
er, every song-plugger wanted
Crosby, Vallee, and Columbo to
sing his songs. Then bands became
popular, and the trick was to get
Benny Poodman, Artie Shaw, Tom
my Dorsey, Glen Miller and Guy
Lombardo to play the tunes. Today
the disc jockey is the king-pin,
and phonograph records—rather
than live performances—are what
make a song a hit.
Songs are no longer always
started on their way to hitdom by
way of New York. Any small city
can start the wave. If a disc jockey
gives a new record a lot of plays,
people begin to buy records and
copies of the sheet music.
One of the biggest selling rec
ords of all time sold more than a
million-and-a-half copies of sheet
music before the music business in
New York even knew it existed.
The song was a folk tune written
by an unemployed factory worker
who had to borrow six dollars to
pay for the making of the record.
It was recorded by Elton Britt on
the Bluebird label. The song?—
For the past five or so yeai's, we
of the human race have been sub
jected to the agony of Rock ’n’
Roll. Not since the jazz of the
Twenties and Thirties has music (if
you will allow me) caused such a
turmoil. Actually this “clink-clink
jazz” is not a stranger to us. It
first appeared as a form of Rhythm
and Blues, In looking closer into
the characteristics of “Rock”, we
find quite a startling number of
distinctive qualities. Number one,
as aforementioned, is the clink-
clink jazz. This is actually a four
year old baby ape playing lead
piano. Unfortunately, he has yet to
receive his second lesson and can
only play a single note, but he
plays it loud and long, man. Also
featured in the aggregation are a
two year old drummer, a guitarist,
four, and a saxophonist who will
not tell his age. Adding an extra
lift to our happy little friends is
a group called the Doo-Wa-Be-
Dooers. These are the children’s
mothers. Their job is to entertain
the combo during the song; so they
all stand around singing Doo-Wa-
Be-Doo and Coochy-Coo and all
that jazz.
Now we come to the lead vocal
ist, little two months old David,
because the record was only a 45
RPM and could not hold all of his
name. Anyway, David’s job is to
sing the lyrics written by Cheta’s
uncle, Louie. Louie used to be with
a side show off Broadway in New
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“There’s a Star Spangled Banner
Waving Somewhere.” And its still
selling.
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IF YOU'RE INTERESTED
BY BILLY CARDEN
When miler Ron Delaney pounds down the stretch, the only thing
on his mind is finishing first, not beating the secondhand on the timer’s
stopwatch. Being a son of the sod, Ron is perhaps a bit old-fashioned
when it comes to foot-racing—he runs to win.
WHO IS SHE?
Rewriting records isn’t his main
concern, but beating the next fellow
is, “Records are fine, and I’d be
delighted to set one,” he says.
“But with me the race is always
the thing. I can’t look at it any
other way. It would be out of char
acter for me to run for time.”
Despite this attitude, track ex
perts the world over agree that
the Irishman is the most likely to
break the four-minute barrier in
doors. They feel he is best equip
ped for the feat and that all he
needs is the right kind of race run
by his opposition, and the distinc
tion is his. As it is, Ron holds the
world indoor mile mark of 4:02.5.
More than once, Delaney has
proven not only his ability but his
versatility. He runs relays, the
half-mile, and the two mile in ad
dition to his favorite event, the
mile. His efforts in the relay and
half-mile helped Villanova win the
team championship in 1958. At the
University of California’s Edwards
Field Ron scored a double, winning
both the 880 and the mile. His per
formance in the mile bettered Wes
Santee’s by two-tenths of a second.
When the four-minute barrier is
finally broken indoors, it’s better
than even money that Delaney will
be the man who does it. All he
needs is the right race . . .
- THE FACTS -
ing and drilling, I finally got the
answers I wanted, I put “Funda
mentals” back on his shelf to rest
in peace.
I felt better now. It makes a stu
dent feel good when he cracks a
case, especially when it’s a tough
one.
I lit a cigarette and started to
leave. As I glanced up I caught
sight of the baby-faced clerk at
the desk.
“Get what you came after?” he
asked.
“Just the facts, ma’m,”I answer
ed, “Just the facts.”
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