PAGE FOUR
THE PILOT
MAY, 1951
Letter To
Sophomores
Dear Sophomores;
As the time is drawing near for
you to hit the road, for the first
time I have stopped to realize what
you’ve meant around here and how
you’re going to be missed — like a
mouth full of sore teeth. We would
but wonder where to put youns with
all these freshmen coming in, but
this still can be home to youns, any
way a place for youns to hang your
We have gone through a lot to
gether this year including rat day.
Do you remember how you scared
us when we were like lost lambs
without a shepherd? I do — in spite
of this you took us in your fold and
made us one of you and loved us.
When the going was rough and I
wanted to go back to the moun
tains — away from civilization and
your high-cultured ways, you gave
me a pat on the back and encourag
ed me to go on and told me it
wasn’t as bad as it seemed; Mr.
Troutman, you said, was only half
crazy, you also said that some peo
ple had passed his history course.
You have been our ideals and
your standards we are still striving
to reach. We are walking in your
footsteps and whether we are a suc
cess or failure — Well! You must
The friendship you have made
here is deep and will never be for
gotten (Thank goodness the old
Student Government and hall proc
tors are out of office so we can call
them friends one time before they
depart and can face them without
a guilty look.)
I know how thrilled you are at
obtaining your goal, but as you
go out into the world it isn’t going
to be easy (remember it takes Bio
logical Religion to get along in this
old world.) The steps of life will be
steep and far apart, and you’ll be
come discouraged more than once—
but don’t give up — We freshmen
will be behind pushing you, and our
prayers will constantly be for you.
With you I can truthfully say,
“I air content,” and if we never
meet again may we always remain
a part of each other and a part of
Gardner-Webb. No matter where
you go or what you become may
you never git above your Gardner-
Webb raisin' and your freshmen
Brethren.
Yours to the end (looks like
this is the end)
Velma Jo Stamey
ALWAYS A GOOD
SHOW
Co-Ed Theatre
Boiling Springs,
North Carolina
The Boiling Springs
It seems as if school is about out,
the gossip sure isn’t. So join
1 the grape vine, and we will
swing you through the news.
kileanor Codgill seemed to have
had a good reason for going home.
It couldn’t be because a certain Phil
nad a rock to give her, would it?
A certain Gastonia girl on west
wing seems to think Bobby Petty
john has beautiful hair and eyes.
Why does Pat Withers always go
home when the fleet’s in?
Frances Quinn and Mary Minges
seemed to be living up to the ex
pectations of the last issue, be-
: they sure are keeping the
Florida boys busy.
y Barbara Huggins, what hap
pened to Gene Lowery this past
eek-end, wasn’t he supposed to go
I the mountains with you? It
couldn’t have been a losrweek-end,
could it?
Why does Mary Frances Howard
want to go to Meredith? It couldn’t
be because there are four coed
schools near by.
Gaylord Lehman, after playing
the field, has decided to start all
over again,
Sara Cooke, why do you go around
singing “Too Young.” It wouldn’t
be that senior would it?
Gene Washburn, better be care
ful or more than one representa
tive of the armed services is going
to be after you.
Say Ramona, what is this we hear
about Mollie Hawkins and Bobby
Heaftner.
Frog Sullivan and A1 Homesley,
the news has gone around that the
fleet was home last week. How about
that boys'
Iris Atkinson, we all understand
now why you don’t date anybody
on the campus. If I had Julian, I
wouldn’t look at anybody either.
There seems to be an epidemic go
ing around of exchanging pictures.
How about this Shirley Dedmon,
Frances Bhyne, and Nancy Aber-
,r that Becky and Marion and
Lillian and Frank are beginning to
wonder “When am I going to kiss
1 good morning just like I kiss
you good night,”
Charles and Nancy, Bob and Ra
chel still have that “I wish I di '
S'ou so” look in their eyes,
won’t be long now until Ellen
le singing “I wish I were single
This isn’t leap year, but lots of
the girls on the campus are trying
to get the boys to “Be My Love.”
I wonder if Nancy Lincoln is si
'A Prisoner of Love.”
I know a certain little brownette
on east wing who is singing “I have
only got eyes for you.” (This i
a secret admirer of Bobby Bush.
Bush, better work fast.
Bobby Nix I hear you have i
crush on a certain girl in Boiling
Springs
softbaU.
Sparkle and Glenn seem to be
singing the song “Why don’t you
off and ]
” to two cute brunettes on west
er Allan Gibson and Jean Allen
are still “Slipping Around,”
Lefoy, surely you aren’t forty-
three, but that is the age when the
ove bug bites!H!l
Jo Lena and Zeb have decided to
'Say hello like we said goodbye in
a friendly sort of way.”
Jim Trantham has dated several
girls, but he seems to be waiting for
a “Tailored made woman.”
Allan Lawrence’s theme song
these days seems to be “Stormy
Weather,”
“May the Good Lord Bless and
Keep Martha Coffey until Washing
ton sends Karl home,
A certain soldier from Georgia
ieemed to be saying “I want some
yellow roses for a blue lady,” How
■)0ut this Theresa.
Andy Sealey’s SO”g to all the girls
Boy, it won’t do any good to have
crush on the Phy, Ed, teacher—
beside she’s a “Mean Mama Boogie,”
Whoops! The grape vine broke.
It we will see that it is repaired
by r.ext September.
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But for Miss Morgan it was neith
er of these, but rain. Very determin
ed she said. “The May Day will go
on — whether on the lawn or in
the gym.” And go on it did. The
lun became magnanimous and ap
peared on the ccene for about an
hour and a half and the May Day
The twenty attendants, Nancy
Lincoln, Bill Morehead, Jonelle Tea
gue, Bo'a Mullinax, Julia Hancock,
O, G, Morehead, Jr„ Beth White,
.^harles Rabon, Shirley Dedmon,
Rudy Warden, Iris Atkinson, Jack
Ho t, Joan Kinciid, Glenn Petty-
ohn, R?.chel Smith, James Stamey,
FaUh Johrson, Gaylord Lehman,
Doris Grieg, and Jim McDaniel
me.Ce their long trek from the Ham
rick Building to the pine bedecked
Lei 1 ace of the Gardner Memorial
to the mus'.c of Pomp and Circum-
ftanc2 p’ayed by Marquean Ross,
Ihei came A1 HoneFley the king,
looking like a scared “Rabbit,” Next
in line was the queen, Sara Reece,
with Susan O’Leary riding the ca
boose of the train. Immediately after
them, “Chunky” Washburn came
struggling under the weight of the
crown,
Gardner-Webb College bowed its
head and blushed as the dancers
came out. After the Minuet danced
off the scene, the Polka made its
triumphantful entry. Your humble
writer poked in this one. The bal
let dancers appeared projecting
themselves through the air in all
sorts of contortions. The scarf dan
cers came forth with scarves and to
the friend of your lowly servant,
they were a great failure — they
never did get their kerchiefs tied
on their heads. The wind delighted
in playing with the streamers of
the May Pole and laughed gleeful
ly when the dancers tried to un
tangle the conglomerations. After
they went to all the trouble to wind
it they turned right around and un
wound it. Then they withdrew steal
thily to the building. And the piano
played on,
(A. B,)
Career girls, when they’re
harried.
Think perhaps they should b
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On High'way 74
West of Shelby
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SUPER GROCERY
FERTILIZERS
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FIELD SEEDS
Shelby, N. C.
■‘Kidlies?” the butcher said. “You
mean kidneys, don’t you?”
The man looked surprised, “I said
kidlies, did’l I?”
Let us not be too particular. It is
better to have old secondhand dia
monds than none at all.