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Page Two THE PILOT November, 1957 GARDNER-WEBB PILOT Published monthly by The Students of Gardner-Webb College, Boiling Springs, N. C. THE AVERAGE COLLEGE STUDENT By Walter Pope VOL, XII DECEMBER, 1957 No. 2 Editor-in-chief . EDITORIAL STAFF News Editor — George Warner Business Manager - , Ronald Williams Faculty Advisor — Miss Doris Jones Associate Editors .1 J^ne McDougland ( Walter Pope Woman’s Editor Pat Mobley Stalf Writers . \ Sandra Champion I Rachel EUioU ' George Passes > Louise Allen Dallas Bishop L Ken Wilson I Bill Brackett I try to be an average college stu- dent. I flunk at least one course per semester; I laugh at Dean Ter- i Stanley pgij.g jokes; I challenge Mister Jones to an occasional drag around the campus; I gripe about the food, 5 waiting for second servings; I even stay up late and slide bottles down the halls of Decker, Photographer Marshall Mauney which if you don’t do you’re a no body. In view of my man-about the campus attitude, several members of the faculty and student body ex pressed dismay at my total ignor ance of football. As one ,of the .coaches, whose name escapes me, phrased it, “In other words, you’re coming to G. W. to study, more or less.” I mmt confess that on one occasion I had observed a proces sion of muscular fellows who emerg ed from Decker Hall’s basement, blinked at the sun light, danced about as if recently unchained, and faded into the setting sun. Then would follow a period of loud music, accentuated by much shouting and groaning and an insane voice screaming, “That girl in the red skirt is out of step!” I drew the most obvious conclusion. Gardner- Webb students were dancing! It was enough to make strong men weep and old ladies faint! Being the average student, I couldn’t squeal on my clasmates, my budles, my comrades. That wouldn’t be showing the old school spirit. Investigation was in order. I put in my teeth and followed a trail of blood, sweat and tears to a large field. It was a field full of folk that would have made Piers Plowman run up against the near- BUSINESS STAFF Tiwifyirs ' Grace OlUs I Ann Holden Circulation Managers .. 1 BiUy Ashley j. Larry Mosteller I Dianne Prlvette Carolyn Cuthbertson Lib Smathers ^ Maxine Davis Jolene Moore SPORTS DESK Sports Editor Dillard Morrow Assistant Sports Editor Kenneth Beane STAR PRESS. INC. Shelby, N. C. PRINTERS and LITHOGRAPHERS gilliatt;s SHELBY’S LEADING FLORIST SINCE 1934 Shelby, N. C. Phone 5221 COLLEGE SNACK SHOP “Student Hangout” Sandwiches a Specialty JIM BEASON, Mgr. BoUing Springs, N. C. A tiny lad, noting my amazement at the scene before me, led me aside and explained that this was football practice, and that the gen tleman Jumping up and down on the head of that other gentleman was his father. In some detail the lad explained that the people mak ing music were not directly involv ed in the practice, except when an occasional stray ball dropped from sight into a tuba, or rammed a clari net down a throat. Football seemed to be sort of an unhappy marriage between a rooster fight and the bat tle of Heartbreak Ridge. I decided to see the next game. I got to the stadium early, Just as the alumni began to file in. Then came the students, shoving and shouting as U they were in a lunch line. People ran up and down the aisles yelling for hot dogs and pop corn, but nobody would give them any. When all the people were gath ered together, the players trotted onto the field. The crowd shouted at them, but they came out any way. Three or four fellows in striped shirts ran around blowing whistles and waving their arms. One of them tossed a coin, and while they were looking for it, one of the players kicked the ball down the field. A fellow down there start ed to bring it back and ran smsick Into a striped shirt. The crowd semed very happy about the whole thing. There was a round of ap plause for the ambulance driver who waved his cap to the crowd and returned to his task of collect ing unclaimed arms and legs. The players lined up facing each other each side daring the other to just lay his cotton-picking hands on that ball. One fellow did grab it and toss it to his buddy who headed for the door. One of the striped shirts dropped his Keenex and missed the play, so they had to come back and do it all over. Everybody booed the striped shirt. You would think that would have setled the problem of who got to take the ball home, but ■the players kept fighting up and down the field. Somebody threw out another ball, but the teams were so mad by then that they had to have the one they started with. After this went on for a while, somebody yelled, “Half!” and every body got up. I thought they were going home, but they were looking for the restroom. The band marched around and played, some pretty girls jumped around yelling something about the dogs, and the ambulance driver served drinks on the hearse. Then the hostilities started again. All the players were the same shade of mud by then, and the idea was to knock somebody down and hope he was on the other side. Players dropped out one by one. Finally the field was bare except for the striped shirts who were still blowing whis tles and waving their arms, not having realized the game was over. The departing crowd gave a cheer as the visiting players lifted the striped shirts to their shoulders and paraded across the field. I had been introduced to football. I was a step closer to a liberal edu cation. CAN YOU IMAGINE? Miss Davis and Dean Terrell drag- racing on highway 150. Mrs. Pollock as a majorette. Pork Williams on a diet. John Jordan with a southern ac- Paul Mustlan getting to chapel Miss Baucom weighing 200 pounds. Mr. Morrlsett playing rock ’r records in his spare time. ' Paul Cline going steady. ■ A1 North awake ! BUI WllUams with the “badly” hair-cut. Dillard Morrow being heavy weight wrestler of the world. Richard Workman not eating. Miss Miller driving a new Edsel. Marlon Walters’ door without a Mr. Lamb in overalls. Dianne Prlvlette being quiet. Beth Proctor and Judy Hughey without a “Please excuse ou room” Max Crawley staying awake in lit Grace Ollis not saying “If the Duane McDougle taking piano. . Steve Carver being a ballet Bev Gufee and Charlie Dobbs go ing steady. Mike Roper being an auctioneer. Miss Jones being pulled for driv ing too slow. Dotty Dellinger being 6 feet 2. Jeff Simmons teaching Spanish. Joann Wright not flashing the parlor lights before 5 to 7. Miss Copeland being a model. Jimmy Bridges being still. Roger Moore being a secret police People minding their own business and no one else’s business. The Pilot not cutting someone. Jimmy Wright with9ut a camera. Boiling Springs Cleaners and Laundry 3 Blocks On Cliffside Road BUD HARMON, Mgr. STAYS FRESH 3 DAYS LONGER
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