December, 1958
THE PILOT
Page Three
A. Sapp's Fibbles WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME
MONTY MJLLS and LIZ BABON
MEET YOUR STAFF
By Beverly Turner
For this issue of the “Pilot,” I was assigned to interview
two freshmen writers on the staff, Liz Rabon and Monty Mills.
I grabbed my little notebook and pencil and hurried off to find
the subjects. At first it seemed to me that both had vanished,
but I finally found Liz in her room at Stroup Dorm studying
at her desk. (Actually, I think she was writing letters).
But she stopped for a chat. She told me that she was from
Marion where she attended Marion Senior High. There she
was in the Beta Club, Bible Club, F. T. A., French Club; she
was president of the F. H. A., Liz also was on the annual staff
and the paper staff. Liz was an honor student and was a
homecoming sponsor. The latter honor she has duplicated at
Gardner-Webb.
Fred High: “What’s the name of
the book you’re reading?”
Charles Holland: “What aO.aW
Officer: “Here’s your ticket,
Ma’m.”
Miss Jones: “Why, I only parked
three feet away from the curb.”
0«cer: “Y-ou didn’t park that
car. You abandoned it.”
Mr. Jolley: “In which battle was
Adolph IV killed?”
Don Hunter: “I believe it was his
Rip: “Been sleeping well?”
Terry: “Well, I sleep good nights,
and I sleep pretty good mornings.
But afternoons I just seem to twist
Mr. Gordon: “Sometimes I wish
I’d gone to college.”
Mrs. Hamrick: “What stopped
Mr. Gordon: “High school”
5’6%” tall, weighs 118
pounds, is 19 years old, and has blue
eyes and sandy blonde hair.
She is majoring in religious edu
cation; when she graduates from
G-W she plans to be an airline host
ess and work in the field of religious
education.
Liz’s hobbies are varied. She en
joys collecting rocks and earrings,
drawing, and loves to work on
cars. Her favorite hobby is music.
She likes semi-clasical best, and
her favorite current popular hit is
“Love Me Forever.” She likes sing
ers Joni James and Nat “King” Cole.
The boys who especially appeal to
Liz have a good personality, man
ners, tact, sense of humor, and who
are religious, friendly, understand
ing, sincere, trustworthy and a good
conversationalist.
Her pet peeve is people who com
plain instead of being grateful for
their blessings.
As I had no further time for ques
tions since she had to leave for the
clinic where she works in the busi
ness office, I left the dorm to find
Montrose Mills, better known as
Monty.
I looked over the campus, but
Monty was not to be found. That
night I called her in Shelby, where
she lives. VWien she came to the
phone, she was laughing. Ther
that I could hardly hear the an
swers to my questions; it sounded
as if there was a party going on.
(There was!) Despite the noise,
however, and after several repeti
tions, I finally heard the answers to
most of the questions; and what I
didn’t hear. I’m guessing, so don’t
blame me if any of this is wrong,
Monty.
Monty is a petite 18-year-old,
4’11%” brownette, with blue-green
eyes. She is a very Uvely, talkative
person who loves crowds and confu
sion. At Shelby Hi she was a class
room officer, secretary of F, H. S.,
sports editor of the annual staff and
was in the Booster Club, Spanish
Club, and during her senior year
she was chosen for the superlatives.
Wittiest and Most Talkative.
Undecided concerning the future,
Monty is taking a liberal arts course.
She would like to work with young
people.
Monty’s hobbies are listening to
music, swimming, and going to mo
vies and parties. This summer she
plans to leam to water-ski.
Some qualities Monty looks for in
a boy are neatness, sincerity, reUg-
ion, understanding and considera
tion. She believes that he should be
a good conversationalist but should
give the girl a chance to talk, too
—that’s Monty!
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Salesman: “Is your daddy home,
Little boy; “No, sir. He hasn’t
been home since Mother caught
Santa Claus kissing the maid.”
Dinner guest: “Will you pass the
nuts, Dean Terrell?” ■ ■
Dean Terrell (absent-mindedly):
“Yes, I suppose so; but I really
should flunk them.”
Mrs. Flynn: “That new couple
next door seem to be very devoted;
Why don’t you do that?”
Mr. Flynn: “I don’t know her.well
enough yet.”
To me, Christmas is a time given
to men by God in which to recreate
within themselves a simple, beauti
ful, child-like faith toward God and
toward their fellowrnen. As we hear
the carols, see scenes of the nativity,
and have the joy of giving gifts to
those we love, we should recognize
the true spirit of Christmas, the
spirit of love. Christmas should be
a quiet, joyful time in which we find
the true beauty of life. An evening
spent with those we love, the warm
crackle of the fire in the fire-place,
getting up on Christmas Day In time
to see the younger children open
their gifts, the family’s going to
church together to hear the familiar
Christmas story, opening our hearts
that the spirit of love might come in
to reign throughout the year—to me,
these things are Christmas.
—Margaret England.
Christmas is a time when a cloud
of peace and joy hovers over the
world. The hustle and bustle of
Christmas shopping is invigorating.
Decorating the fir tree has always
been a ritual at our house. Christ
mas Eve is the favorite time for the
family. We have an open fire-place,
and on Christmas Eve we build a
cheery fire. Usually “Scrooge” is on
television, and all of us sit around
the fire while watching the program.
It is a time of quiet—each thmking
his own thoughts of the joyous day
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BSU TALK
by Sue McClure
The Thanlcsgiving season on our
campus was highlighted by a dra
matic Thanksgiving program enti
tled, “Father, I Thank Thee.” The
play was composed of seven tableaux.
The program was presented by the
B. S. U. members and the choir en
semble under the direction of Doris
Walters, devotional chairman.
Our next special event sponsored
by the B. S. U. will be our Christ
mas Banquet held on December 12th.
We are looking forward to seeing
As we approach the Yuletide Sea
son, let us remember the greatest
event on earth, the birth of Christ
Jesus in Bethlehem.
The B. S. U. Council wishes each
to individual on our campus a
very Merry Christmas. We also hope
the peace and joys of the yuletide
will remain to enrich every day of
your New Year. Our last words for
the year are “God Blesis and Keep
You Through The Holidays.”
MY FIRST LOVE
by Paula Winstead
Footlights, spot lights, arolights,
houselights.
Scenery, costumes—oh, such strange
sights—
Grease paint, rouge, false eyelashes.
Waiting i]
e wings, listening for
While traveling in Russia, the two
bopsters saw a guy being flogged in
the public square.
"I don’t dig the beat,” said one,
“but that sure is a crazy drum.”
And there was the Scotchman
who wouldn’t rent his girl a beach
umbrella, but told her shady stories
instead.
When a man thinks he has a girl
on the string it probably means that
Adolescence is that period when
children feel their parents should be
told the facts of life.
Two women drivers were chatting.
Miss Crowe—“I don’t see why they
say women are such awful drivers. I
have run into lots more men than
Miss Baucom—“So have I, Even
when they are parked.”
We used to hear so much about
youngsters running away from home
to get married. In this day and time
they get married and run back
the morning. A hurled breakfast is
eaten, and it’s off we go to Grand
mother’s house for another Christ
mas Day with the whole family.
—Susan Abernathy
Christmas, this year, will take on
a new meaning for me. Never before
have I been away from home dur
ing the pre-Christmas season. As
Christmas approaches, my greatest
desu-e is to be at home with my
family. Although the members of
my family are not what some people
would consider extremely “close” to
each other, there is a deep love and
mutual understanding which we all
share. Christmas gives us an oppor
tunity to express, in a tangible way,
an intangible feeling we’ve experi
enced throughout the year. We have
always tried to remember the first
Christmas when there was not all
the hustling, bustling, and last min
ute shopping of today; but instead,
there was, in a manger the birth of
our Saviour. When we stop to con
sider the gift He gave us, our gifts
to each other seem small and insig
nificant. This year as we celebrate
Christmas, my family will experi
ence an e>rtra joy, for it will be our
first Christmas in a new house. Even
though the surroundings and out
ward appearance of Christmas may
be new and different, I know I shall
feel that same deep love and under
standing which I’ve always known
at this season of the year. As the
days grow near when I shall go
home, sing in “The Messiah,” pur
chase and wrap gifts, go caroling,
and have fellowship with friends
who are also home for the holidays,
I hope I shall never get too busy to
stop and to thank Him who gave us
the first Christmas.
—Marilyn Roper
Christmas is a special season to
me for many reasons. The season
seems to bring me closer to God. At
this time of the year I think more
often of the many blessings that
God has given me. Christmas makes
me realize that I can never give too
much to the Lord because He has
given so much to me. Everyone’s
birthday is celebrated in some way;
therefore I believe that the Lord’s
birthday should be observed in a
greater way. It’s also a time to
show my love and appreciation to
my friends and relatives. By giv
ing gifts to these friends and many
times to people who are in need, I
feel happier than I do at any other
time of the year. Christmas also
draws my family and me closer to
gether. A great problem in our
modern day is that many people do
not realize the true meaning of
Christmas.
—Norine Hawkins
To many people, Christmas is the
time of year in which the family
gathers together, exchanges gifts,
and enjoys a big dinner. But Christ
mas has a meaning beyond that of
the gifts, food, and fellowship. It is
the time of year set aside to recog
nize the birth of Jesus. The gifts
we give and receive symbolize the
greatest gift ever given—that of
God’s only Son, Christ. This “only
Begotten Son” came into the world
as a child, being born in a lowly sta
ble. This Messiah was the fulfill
ment of a promise made by God
many years preceding His birth.
CThristmas has a deeply spiritual
meaning for me as I listen to the
singing of Handel’s “Messiah” or
watch a presentation of a Christmas
pageant. Christmas makes me realize
how insignificant my life is in com
parison with one so great, and gives
me a new will and determination
fcr n
n life.
Christmas means many things to
many people. To me, Christmas is
a time for families to be together.
It is a mixture of colored lights and
snow. It is decorating the tree. To
the little ones, Christmas means one
thing—Santa Claus. Christmas is
waiting on the crowded curb to
catch the first glimpse of the pa
rade. It is colored strings of street
lights, beautifully decorated store
windows, and carols. Christmas is a
boy in ragged clothes with nose
pressed hard against a plate glass
window gazing at the electric train
which he hopes Santa will bring
him for Christmas. But most of all
Christmas, to me, is a sacred season.
Christmas is the day our Saviour
—Richard Ammons
Props and furniture and cleaning up
All this to do for a very paltry wage.
You think it’s worth it? I must
It’s really my first love, as you can
Opening night, what can compare
With the wonderful feeling of being
up there
There’s curtain calls, the thrill of a
hit,
Backstage excitement, music from
the pit.
It’s a role in life that’s always new.
And given only to the chosen few.
The rewards are in both prestige
and heart;
Yes—the theatre and I shall never
a girl
Wouldn’t you like to 1
Gee, I’m cold.
Don’t worry; nobody’s home.
Don’t you think I should buy this
sv/eater a little smaller?
Hey, I know a wonderful place to
Mr. Dedmond’s Motto;
“It’s better to have loved and
lost” than do the homework for six
“The World turns aside to let a
man pass who knows where he is
going.”—David Starr Jordan.
“Habits are first cobwebs, then
cables.”—Spanish Proverb.
CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
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to get the original colors of these
exquisite paintings to come clear.
After close examination he discov
ered that the murals of the nativity
had been overlaid with four cen
turies of dirt and varnish which kept
the radiant beauty of the original
colors from coming through. Only
with Polaroid light was he able to
capture this beauty. Is this not
what has happened to the real
meaning of Christmas? Through the
centuries layers of sentimental var
nish and commercial dirt has been
applied until millions of people to
day see only the story of the little
baby in the manger, and fail to
grasp the wonderful truth that God
was in that baby who grew into the
full grown Christ who accomplished
His purpose of redemption.
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