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Page Four THE PILOT DECEMBER 19, 1956 Pilot Salutes As our male salute of the month steps, in the PILOT spotlight we see the shining face and bright smile of a yoimg agriculture student from PolkviUe.- The face is that of Bob Davis and the smile is the one he has made well known on the Gard- ner-Webb campus. At an age when most boys eyes are alight because of girls, Bpb’s eyes are also shining, but not be cause of girls. He is looking to the future and the plans he has after college. Bob says that In his crystal ball he sees State College and a degree in agriculture which he hope* to some day be able to say he earned. Bob works diligently in his studies and he has even taken a course over when he made as low as a C in it. Though the spotlight may not re main forever, the light in the eyes and the smile on the face will long be in the memory of those who know him. So it is with pleasure that the PILOT salutes Bob Davis. Chosen to represent the feminine side of the campus this month in receiving the PILOT Salute is Shir ley Jolly. Shirley is the 19-year-old daughter of the Mr. and Mrs. Ray Jolly of Six Points. The green-eyed redhead graduated at Cliffslde High School in 1955. She was an active member of the class, serving as vice-president of the class her senior year. Shirley is a member of the Sigma PI Alpha and the PILOT staff. She is also a member of the House Council and has thus far survived as one of the third floor hall proctors. Shirley’s major is commerce. She has not definitely decided where she The PILOT Salute goes to a girl with one of the most winsome smiles on the campus. “Don’t say that,” she cried, turn ing pale, “you know I’m afraid of Up to two years ago, the look- alike Solomon twins did the same things together. Even had polio at the same time. Sxtpt... Linda recovered completely. Sandy didn’t Even today, after some $1500 in March of Dimes help, she needs braces and crutches to get around. Sandy, like thousands of other polio victims, still needs a lot more treatment. She’ll get it— as much as she needs. You, who made the Salk vaccine possible, can provide that care. And, what is more, your dimes and dollars will also help train the minds and hands of the profes sional experts so desperately needed to give it. MY HOBBIES By PATSY WRIGHT I have two very interesting hob bies; one, collecting poetry, is very appropriate. The other hobby is one that is questionable, in my own mind at least, as to its appropriateness for any lady; however, it is one I en joy. I suppose in its broadest sense, you could call it carpentry; in its narrower sense it would be called “puttering”—if there is such a term! I will choose—because of self-re- spect, I suppose—to call it carpen try. This hobby came into being when I was a child. My younger brother would come to me to ask my assist ance in the difficult task of whittling out his slingshots. I have long since graduated from slingshots to various and sundry things like planing off unlevel doors, making book props for lazy people who like to read in bed (myself, if you have not guess ed), and have recently attempted making book ends. From carpentry work (and I use the word again in its broadest sense), I have learned much about how to get along with- I DISCOVERED AMERICA Continued from Page 1 Through the help of great friends, I found myself living in a beautiful home. As the year progressed, my friendship with these people grew. I graduated from Weldon High School on May 28, 1956. These friend?, of whom I spoke earlier, made it possible for me to enroll in a college. After properly enrolling in school, I went to Virginia Beach, Virginia, to take a summer job. This, my first working summer, I enjoyed very much. In fact, it was the most enjoyable in all my life, for I could sjjeak the English lan guage. While working as a waiter, I had the opportunity to meet dif ferent people from all over the My plan for the future Is to seek an education that will help me to become a useful citizen; I also wish to learn to show my appreciation to my friends by doing to others what they are doing for me. out male assistance, but I have learned also that men are a little better equipped physically to handle the type of hobby I enjoy. For instance, the last encounter with my book ends, which was about two weeks ago, left me with a few memories that wiU probably delay any further action until the memory, at least, becomes less vivid. I had very carefully laid my board across my chair, sat on it, and proceeded to saw it on the accurately meas ured line I had drawn. Being very sleepy already (and I’ll admit, not realizing how wide awake one must be) I sawed, and sawed, and sawed. ES'entually, the chair completely col lapsed and there I sat—on the floor, mind you—but I sat. To some de gree, I was disappointed at my mis calculation of the thickness of the board, but how proud I was to see the board sawed very close to the line I had drawn! Surmounting this trivial incident, I proceeded to hunt for the nails with which I would put my first book end together. I set the nail in place, toyed with my hammer until I was quite sure of my aim, and proceeded to bring the hammer through the air with all the feminine strength my aching muscles would allow. (Now you are going to think I hit the wrong naU. No, No, I did not. In fact I did not hit either nail.) Square upon the forefinger of my left hand came the little hammer. My book end is at present in the closet, with one nail in its bottom. I have not had the courage to finish it. My finger is still a queer color of bluish-green, sur rounded by a dark circle; there is also a vivid reminder of how sore certain regions of my body were the morning after. So much for carpen try! ' Without very much coaxing, I returned to my first love, poetry. Atfer all, poetry is much more ap propriate for a young lady. Don’t you agree? What Gardner-Webb Has Done For Me By NOSMO KING Once upon a time many long months ago, I was a freshman at Gardner-Webb College. For quite a while during my freshman year, I was worried, bewildered, and con fused. Well, I still am, but on a much higher plane. The confusion began when I start ed on my entrance exams. ’The first thing I did was follow a crowd to a room where they had a bunch of weird looking equipment rigged up. A red haired lady came by and punched a needle in my arm, and it hurt awful. Pretty soon a lady called me over and had me look in a ma chine and tell her what I saw. Well, I did, but I didn’t see anything but a bunch of figures and things, but I didn’t want to tell her because I thought those things were just too weird. So I made up a good yarn about seeing bugs and tadpoles, like I had heard they do in biology. And she told me, “You can’t see too I looked over at that other ma chine and there stood Paul Bell with a pair of ear muffs on like it was dead winter. That woman who had put the ear muffs on him had the nerve to stand there and ask him what he could hear—like he was supposed to hear something with ear muffs on. Well, I guess Paul fig ured about like I did, so he told her quite a yarn. She said, “You hear Well, here we were. I had been told, “You see badly,” and Paul had been told, “You hear badly,” and over across the hall, the doc was telling Joe Dysart, “You smell bad ly.” This first day was the first time that I ever met “Country” Causby. We went to a room to take some English tests and there she sat mak ing little black marks on paper, and gathered around her were A1 Cobb, Olin Wilson, and Bob Bayles. I suppose they were trying to copy her paper. 'I became more confused through the remainder of the tests and I didn’t know anything at all about registration. So when I started to register a professor in a derby had registered me. I didn’t know what I wanted to take and he got all red In the face. He put me in chemistry class, which I have taken for three semesters and haven’t passed' yet. However, I’ve learned scores of good jokes and all about Cowpens. This stuff is getting too tedious to tell any more about right now. Besides, Larry Moore has just about finished my homework, so I guess I’d better get ready for bed. See WALLACE'S BARBER SHOP MEN “Get That Wool Cut” at Closed Mondays OH! THESE GRADES! Newark, Del.—(I.P.)—"WhUe the importance of grades in higher edu cation may be overemphasized, they can serve a useful purpose,” declared President John A. Perkins of the University of Delaware in his annual report. “Grades should be an indi cation of one’s ability to think logic ally and maturely rather than an In dication of merely the ability to memorize. “They should also indicate how well a person works, provide a pub lic accountantability for the use of time and money, and give a measure of an individual’s sense of responsi bility and sensitivity to the first-rate or excellent. The inculcation of thes qualities is often as important as the substance of the subjects learned. “Whether these qualities can be accurately reported by the use of such letters as A, B, C Is question able. However, once a University commits itself to a system of grad ing, it is obligated to maintain the system’s Integrity. If the grade 0 purports to stand for average work and fifty per cent of the students earn a grade of B, the institution is not abiding by standards professed. “As a result, the number honored was reduced by more than fifty per cent. The method of giving credit for graduate work also has been revised to Improve grading prac tices. Heretofore, credit toward grad uate degrees was earned only by a grade of A or B. As a consequence, only ^Ive per cent of the graduates’ grades were C or lower. To offset the ver yhuman. Inclination of teach ers to give B’s to borderline students, the faculty by formal action, acknowledged the grade of C as the lowest pasing one for graduate credit but specified that a B average was required to quaUfy for a degree. As an A must now be earned to offset each C, the quality of academic work for advanced degrees should be considerably improved.” GILLIATT'S Flower Shop SHELBY, N. C. BOILING SPRINGS DRUGS Gifts Fountain ' Service Phone 3111 Boiling Springs, N. C. 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