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Page FOUR CLARION I INNER-^^EWS 1 j J. This month’s Whc’s Who, who are Daphne Bowers, Harold Black, and Anne Cowan, were chosen because of the varied activities they have managed to follow in their short life. Two years of service in the Para troops and a job with an oil refin ing company in Arabia have given sophomore Harold Black almost un limited opportunities for travel. Harold was in three European invasions while serving in the 17 th Airborne Division of Patton’s Third Army. He was wounded in the leg by shrapnel during the Battle of the Bulge and received the Purple Heart for this campaign. He also received the Combat Infantryman’s Badge and three campaign battle stars. Harold’s army duty took him to Holland, Belgium, Luxembourg, Scotland, Germany, England, France and Italy. When asked his ■opinion of some of these places to which he has been, Harold admit ted that London was “pretty damp.” He announced with enthusiasm that Kome was the “most fascinating city in the world.” He also liked Clermany. He cited the destruction ®f the Krupp works (ammunition plants) at Essen as being one of the most interesting things he saw in Germany. Asked what he liked most about Paris, Harold laughed and said, “What do you think?” From September, 1948, until April, 1951, Harold worked in Ara bia for the Arabian-American Oil company. He worked at an oil re finery and lived at a camp located ahn^t a hundred yards from the Persian Gulf. For two and one- half years, Harold went in swim ming in the Gulf almost every day. An interesting sidelight on his stay in Arabia: Harold met Florence Chadiwick who was there practicing for her channel swim. Harold spent a three - week va cation in Beirut, Le^banon. He saw the famous Cedars of Lebanon while there, but he says they’re ‘.‘just a clump of trees.” Harold wished to visit the Holy Land dur ing this vacation, but the ArabJew- ish war prevented his going there. When asked to compare Ameri can women to French, German and Araibian women, Harold parried the question with a sly grin. “I’m glad lo be home,” he said. After graduation from Brevard, Harold may go to N. C. State for a degree in chemistry. He hopes to SO back into the oil business, pos sibly back to Arabia. At any rate, this business will probably send -him on his travels again. Until that ttime, however, he spends his time playing touch football, attending musical movies and reading histo ries by Harold Lamb. Daphne Bowers, sophomore from Bethel, was named for a character In a story her sisters were reading. The story was a serial running in ■the Raleigh News & Observer. Daphne admires the famous so cial Worker, Jane Addams, and ■would like to pattern her life after 'the famous lady of Hull House. The qualities which Daphne ad mires most about Jane Addams are her lack of discrimination and par- liality. Daphne plans to major in x«ligion. If she does not decide to teach religion, she will become a social worker. Daphne’s second love is music. She likes anything played by a trombone; thus, it is not surprising that her favorite band is the Tom my Dorsey group. She also likes ail popular songs, especially those sung by Kay Starr and Bing Cros by. Brevard students tend to iden tify Daphne with the song, St. Louis Blues, a tune which she often sings. Any blues or jazz number makes Daphne’s bright brown eyes sparkle. She can be found listen ing to a record while clapping time, patting her foot, and shaking her short dark curls as she sings along with the record. Daphne also likes basketball, sea food, the poems of Elizabeth Bar rett Browning, musical and high- class western movies, modern bal let, and her Irish setter, Belle. Belle, Daphne insists, can talk, al though only to one person — her mistress. Politics is another interest of Daphne’s. She is an ardent Eisen hower fan and is “very pleased” over his election. She says, “The first one who comes up and tells me I’ll have to stand in a breadline, he or she will be properly told!” Smilingly, Daphne admits that a very embarrassing moment in her life was last year when the girls in Taylor dorm stole her towel, leaving her marooned in the show er for almost three hours. From 1943 to 1945 Anne Cowan attended Brevard college. After her graduation from Brevard, Anne re ceived her A. B. degree in sociolo gy at Greensboro college. She worked for two years in Macon and Ji).ckson counties as a case work as sistant for the Department of Pub lic Welfare. Because of ill health, she resigned and spent a year re covering from her illness, liien, for two years, she . served as a secre tary for the Sylva Herald, her home town newspaper, and bookstore. Now, she is back again at Brevard college taking a business course. At commencement in 1944, the tenth anniversary of Brevard col lege was celebrated. Anne repre sented Rutherford college in a pag eant in honor of the occasion. (She modestly says that this was in hon or of her grandfather, A. C. Reyn olds, who, in the course of 53 years in the field of education, serv^ as president of these colleges: Ruth erford, Western Carolina Teachers college, and Asheville-Biltmore). “It seems rather odd that I was here when Brevard celebrated its 10 th anniversary, an(l will be here when it celebrates its 100th anni versary,” smiled Anne. (Brevard college was founded in 1934, but one of its parent institutions was begun in 1853. This is the event on which the 100th anniversary is based.) Asked to compare Brevard col lege as it was in 1945 to Brevard college as it is today, Anne com mented that the student body Is smaller, food is better, and new building improvements seem “won derful.” She misses West Hall, since she loved the old dorm. Anne recalls an amusing inci- They Laughed When I Sat Down To Take Shorthand Many a wise person will quote to you the age-old bromide that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks, but business teachers will still go right ahead and attempt to instill in the creaky old brains of college students a method of slow torture known as shorthand. As far as I am concerned, there is nothing either short or handy about it. It takes a few years off the life of most public school teachers each time they try to teach a fresh batch of squealing, squawking kids how to form their A, B, C’s. It is a shame to think that the whole pro cess is only to be repeated when fond mothers entrust their shelter ed darlings to a group of eccentric people, known by the collective term of faculty. There is always one member of the group willing and aible to teach a shorter, easier, and quicker way of writing. There is but one question I would like to ask and that is—why weren’t we taught this “better, more efficient” method in the first place? I have suffered through many afternoons of penmanship drills only to be subjected to the same form of “exercise” in my later years. Gone is the youthful zest with which I first tackled the prob lem of writing. As psychologists would say, I am fuU of mental blocks and all sorts of complexes. Find me a shorthand teacher who can speak at a nice normal rate of about 10 words a minute. Oh no, they insist upon going so fast that all you are writing are wavy lines and then they ask you to read it back. The object of this game seems to be to develop a good mem ory. If you can read it back with six or seven mistakes you are phe nomenal, three or four mistakes in dent of her days at Greensboro col lege. She was president of Fitzger ald Hall, nicknamed “Fitz” by the students. A professor calling the roll of house presidents quipped, “Miss Anne has Fitz.” Students Speak This was the question asked of Brevard students and teachers this week: “If you were engaged in ompha- Icskepsis, what do you think you would be doing?” Nancy Carson—Riding a bicycle backwards while playing the piano and flying a kite. Carolyn Freeman—I’d be in a mental institution. Daphne Bowers—^Turning back flips on a cement highway. Frances Davidson—Playing tid- dledywinks. “Sarge” Dewing—Playing tiddle- dywinks with manhole covers. Rachel Meaders — Doubting the existence of the navel. (Rachel out foxed the pollster; she used her dic tionary—^but she was still largely wrong;) Jim Elliott—Acting in something by Shakespeare. James Fitzpatrick—I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might intimidate me. (He relented, however, and gave your pollster an answer of sorts.) That’s what you get when you lose all your basketball games. Hilda Norwood — Pacing the floor. Patsy Parrish—I’d be skiing. ~ Lila Burgess — Trying to do shorthand with it. Mary Morgan—^Trying to find out if it was an eye specialist. Louis Wilkerson—Parking in the forest. Bruce McGuire—Playing football with a basketball. The word omphaloskepsis means to gaze, as a mystic does, at the stomach, trying perhaps, to con jure up a thick, juicy steak. dicates that your memory is already too good and no mistakes means you are looking at the translation. This essay is being written main ly to plant a bright idea in the mind of some inventive person, and thereby, have this fascinating course taught in preference to long- hand. As it is now, I can write il legibly two ways.
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