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THE CHARLOTTE COLLEGIAN April, 1964 Debating Teams Officers Sleeted The first elected officers of the newly organized CCFS—Char lotte College Forensic Society— are President: Dave Nanney, Vice-President: Worth Merritt, and Secretary-Treasurer: Judy Freeland. The election was held Wednesday, March 11, 1964, and the new officers have already undertaken official duties. Ad visor for the new club is Dr. Donald Freeman of the Political Science Department. Optimism among the members of the new club is overflowing and the spirit is catching on among the student body at large. “I’ve always been petrified at the thought of speaking before a large group of people,” states newly elected Secretary-Treas- urer Judy Freeland, “but I ex pect to overcome my fears while at the same time learning to be more confident and persuasive in my relationships with people. I also expect to gain much knowl edge on the various controver sial topics we will debate on.” Says Vice-President Worth Merritt: “Debating can bolster self-confidence and is basically connected with my major field of study which is Political Sci ence. I may attend law school also.” The new Club President, Davr Nanney had these comments: “I expect the experience of doinf research and engaging in or dered debate to be worth morr to me than any three course? I’m now taking at Charlotte Col lege. Many books have beer, written on the various benefit.'- to be reaped through practice in public speaking, but it’s like most other things we under take—the dividends come only after much effort.” Other members of the Club are: Bill Queen, Danny Faulk Martin Richet, Joanne Burrows, Bill Kinsey, and Ken Spencer. States student Bill Queen: “I look for the debating club to give me experience in public speaking and experience in thinking on my feet. I can think of no other college organization that will help me more in pre paration for the future. I plan to Down Jamaica Way WUS SPEAKER (Continued from pasre 1) could get an old building now and later build a new one.” “For every franc or dollar,” Mr. Gustafson added, “that goes into a WUS project, whether it be in Korea or Calcutta, the local area has to match it.” “WUS helps students to help themselves, it brings forth the concept of self-help. WUS is non-sectarian. Students helping students. University community helping university community. WUS does not work with gov ernments but it functions as a democratic unit. Students, fac ulty, and administration work together to set up WUS proj ects. And WUS, whenever it goes into an area, has complete control of its own funds. The People’s Republic of China would not go along with this— so WUS moved out. “The student leaders,” Mr. Gustafson pointed out, “that WUS is helping today, will be the government leaders of to- By E. Clary When a Yankee goes down Jamaica way, All de people, dey stop and dey say, “Here comes a rich Yank from de U. S. A. He’s come down here to watch de natives play”. When de rich Yankee step off of de ship. He see de native girls, swinging dere hips. For a welcome, dey all give heem de lip. And den de fat Yankee, hees lid he flip. De Yankee ees fat man, he weigh a ton. And as for a tan, he doesn’t have one. Natives watch heem as he cook in de sun. And stick a fork in heem, wheen he ees done. When de Yank try to swim, he always fail. Down goes hees head and den up comes hees tail. At de fat Yank de natives laugh and wail, And harpoon heem, tinking he ees a whale. Pretty soon, de yankee run out of dough. Where de answer was “Yes”, eet ees now “No”! So dey tell heem what he already know: “Your money ees gone and now you must go!” When Jamaicans see Yankee arriving Dey know dat de place will soon be jiving. Dat Yankee ees loaded, dere ees no doubt, Dey show heem good time till hees scratch run out. LETTER TO THE EDITOR (Continued from page 2) of our campus” •without a thought of the mass of stu dents who paid the fees upon which the Student Council operates. Another point which should be considered—and that is the workings of the Executive Committee. They were elected by us for position of leadership which as far as I have seen have been completely ignored. This fault is ours for electing weak leaders. Fellow students, elections are coming very shortly. If we as students want things like “the half-educated trying to lead the quarter-educated,” we must vote in the same caliber students into these positions. If we want fees without representation, we must remain as apathetic and as idiotic as we have been. It is pure stupidity for us to throw away that one right vvhich is given to us—^the right to vote. We must take it upon ourselves to find the best qualified leaders and repre sentatives who will represent us and not a small clique. If some of the members we have now are the best Char lotte has to offer, I personally feel pity for the student body of Charlotte College. W. Denny Swing Jr. Class Rep. enter law school. Debating ex perience gives one a certain something that others search years for—the ability to com municate with people.” The constitution and by-laws of the new organization have been approved by the Student Council and the club charter has been granted. What are the immediate plans for the CCFS? President Dave Nanney replied, “We are al ready gathering material on this year’s national debate topic which is: ‘Resolved: That the Federal Government _^Should Guarantee a Higher Education to Every Qualified High School Graduate.’ Our first inter-col- legiate debate will be probably presented here on campus with Davidson College sometime in late April.” One more Colored egg RNO I. AM THROUGH !! o o Memoirs of An Easter Bunny By Susan Proctor I had been working day and night since January dying colored eggs; molding chocolate into the shapes of bunnies, chicks, and eggs; painting jelly beans with candy coating; pack ing Easter baskets, writing names on chocolate eggs with sticky white icing, and in gen eral hustling and bustling to prepare the Easter goodies to be distributed to millions of chil dren on Easter Eve night. Year after year I scamper around madly fearing that I won’t meet the deadline of the Easter Bun ny Union. And year after year I somehow manage to squeeze in under the deadline. One can easily imagine what an exhaust- ng business it is being an Easter Bunny. So this year I am leaving the delivery to my helpers; and I’m taking off to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida for a much needed vacation! Ah, here at last. Boy! Am I looking forward to enjoying that sun and sand and just re laxing. Woh! What’s that com ing? It’s a stampede . . . it’s .... Whew! That was a close call. One must really hop fast and high to keep from getting trampled. Now if I can just find Bunny Headquarters and get settled. . . Later. There, that wasn’t so bad. I learned that the wild stampede in which I nearly lost my fluffy little powder-puff tail was a calvacade of vacationing college students. It seems that Ft. Lauderdale is invaded by this weird race every year at this time. The infection lasts for approximately one week and it takes the rest of the year for the city to recover. Well, after I unpacked, and fully realizing the peril that awaited me, I bravely ventured outside. All went well until I tripped on what I later found to be a beer can and rolled down a hill right into the midst of a beach ball game. Well, after being tossed around for a while one solid smack sent me sailing across the beach. I landed under a very big um brella. Thankful for the shield, I decided to hide there till I COLLCGTANS GO .FOR . . . OpM Kitehen PIZZA Hit W. MOkrMfAD ST. PHONI 37S-744* caught my breath and gathered my senses. Looking around, I discovered I wasn’t alone, and I decided I’d better get out of there as quickly as my tired lit tle legs would carry me! I hop ped down the beach avoiding bottles of sun lotion, tennis shoes, radios, frightening look ing beach hats and other ob stacles as well as I could, till luckily I found a small empty patch of sand just right for me. I stretched out leisurely with hopes of catching a nap. I was shortly awakened from my dozing by a loud commotion. I raised up just in time to see a large bare foot come crushing down on the tip of my long, fragile, pink ear. Ooooooh!! That did it. I decided I had had just about enough sand and surf for one day. I was hopping mad as 1 headed back to the Rabbit Motel. Before I could get away from the crowded beach, I was snatched up by a kind looking little red-headed g:irl who kept cooing at me and insisting to her friends that they take me to their party. Now this gave me quite a turn. I had been molested by these odd creatures all day. It was hopeless. The girl was determined to hang on to me. By this time everyone had noticed me. The girls patted me, held me, and the boys made funny faces and tugged at my ears. After a while, one of the boys made a fire. I was glad of that because it was getting pretty chilly on the beach. Then • someone turned a knob on a very small box and music came blar ing out and they all started to dance. Well, I’ve never seen people move around so much in my life. I was having a pretty good time watching them when the little red-headed girl brought me a saucer of their purple , punch. I drank it right down and pretty soon I was hopping around with all the other twis ters. I must have been doing all right because the kids seem ed quite pleased. I guess I was just about the happiest bunny in the world. The only trouble with vaca tions is that they end too soon. But I have certainly found the place to spend my Easter vaca tion every year! tn USKS INC. 290f S*hryii :Awi; "TIm Dm Stap
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