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Vol. 1 - No. 3
CHARLOTTE COLLEGE, CHARLOTTE, N. C.
February 24, 1950
COLLEGE CAMPUS COMING UP!
CALLING ALL
Swing Your Partner
Jim Poteat, chairman of the
Entertainment Committee, has
announced a square dance to be
held for students of Charlotte
College in the Central gymn on
Friday evening, March 10th. In
selecting a square dance as the
closing social event of the Winter
quarter, Mr. Poteat and members
of the committee had in mind the
square dance held last Fall,
which turned out to be such a
complete success. The committee
hopes to be able to secure Preston
Grier and his serenaders again,
the same band that furnished
such excellent entertainment be
fore.
The square dance fad is sweep
ing over the entire country at
the present time, and CC’s square
dance of the Fall quarter was one
of the most successful activities
ever attempted by the Entertain
ment Committee, both as to stu
dents present and as to the fun
they had while trying to get
organized and get started in the
dance. While we do not attempt
to reason out the why and where
fore of the present popularity of
this most American of folk
dances, one outstanding cause for
its widespread acceptance by an
eager public is that it is not
necessary to know how to square
dance beforehand. The dance is
so simple that it takes only a few
minutes to learn; whereas learn
ing how to dance well enough to
attend a dance of the ballroom
type may take days, weeks, or
even months.
The square dance rage swept
into this part of the country the
early part of last summer and
has continued to grow in inten
sity ever since. For students of
Charlotte College, the big square
dance culminating the Winter
Quarter will start at about nine
o’clock in the evening of March
10th, and will continue until
twelve o’clock. Remember, stu
dents, that this will be the last
festive occasion before Winter
quarter exams, to let’s all mark
the date on the calendar with a
big, red circle and plan to swing
your partner and promenade!
Fossil Hunt
Charlotte College’s Historical
Geology class went for an extend
ed field trip in search of fossils
through Tennessee, Virginia, and
Kentucky on January 28 and 29.
Although the trip covered nearly
800 miles, and the class found
many types of fossils, the prime
object of the trip was a failure.
We did not find “Fossil Face,”
and Dick Tracy will have to con
tinue the chase after he captures
Wormy. (We have one clue, how
ever; Deane Richardson said, “I
feel like a fossil,” immediately
on awakening Sunday morning.
So it was reported to the author,
that is.)
With the exception of one mis
hap, a sudden stop, which placed
one dent in the dashboard, one
knot on Deane Richardson’s head,
Mary Camp on the floorboard,
and Edith Blackwelder on Mary
Camp, the fossil hunters arrived
at their first hunting ground near
Sneedville, Tennessee. The Rev.
Sheldon Hutchison, paleontolo
gist by hobby, and Dr. Herbert
Hechenbleikner were directing
the expedition. The class found
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Words and Muisie
SQUARES
C.C. Here To Stay
The Valentine dance Saturday, February Hth, under Ihe direction of Jim Poteat, highlighted this
year's social whirl at Chiirlotte College. CC's students and their guests danced till midnight, under
a canopy of red and white streamers, to the enjoyable music of Dan Ramsey's band. Throughout
the dance, the Twilighters' quartet entertained with such numbers as "Rag Mop", "Maybe It's Be
cause", and "With My Eyes Wide Open."
Refreshments of cookies, punch, and red hearts were served by Mary Camp, Kate Bechtler, and
Betty Ann Camp. Arrangements for the use of two punch bowls were foiled; so the punch was
made up of pure fruit juices—very tasty!
The face-lifting job done on the gymn, resulting in such a pleasing effect, was a masterpiece
and a credit to all who helped. The lighting was by two red and white spotlights. As one guest
proclaimed, "If it were any darker, I could wear my dark glasses and use a seeing-eye dog!"
The dance committee wishes to thank all those who gave of their time and energy to make this
dance a success.
The Alumnus Of The Month
Kate Bechtler
From kicking footballs over
the goal post to tossing words out
over the ether waves sounds like
a mighty lunge, but for Conrad
Phillips it’s just doing what
comes naturally. His broad
Southern drawl sounds mighty
smooth, slipping into the groove
for a “station break” out at the
Queen City’s own W GIV. It
sounds like a far cry from the
halcyon days of a high school
hero, but truth is that not too
many moons ago Conrad was a
slick trick with a swift kick where
teamwork counted most, right out
front with a powerful eleven that
had all Central Hi “backing the
Cats.”
Then things became mighty
quiet down there on S u g a w
Creek. Central’s boys had gone
to war, and Conrad was off some
place learning the song of the
Infantrymen, —and he “marched,
and marched, and marched” for
weeks, and months, and years,
until he had marched right
through the war and back home
again, to Charlotte, North Caro-
hna, U. S. A. The schoolboy Con
rad was back in town, —but now
he was a man. He looked young.
He was young; but he was dif
ferent, because he was grownup,
now. The boy Conrad had gone
to high school and played foot
ball; while the man Conrad was
going back to college, to work.
He had a passion for radio, and
a hope of getting a chance in that
field. He had talked of his hope
to someone who knew its fasci
nation, as well as its drawbacks.
He had talked to someone who
listened, and who took time to
lend of his knowledge. Conrad
knew now that in radio, as in no
other field, the secret password
was just that —“words.” A whole
army of words, regimented in
proper rank, promenaded in
proper s t y 1 e—the English lan
guage, at its best, was the least
that would do in radio. So Con
rad enrolled at Charlotte College
and came to class with a constant
question: How could he, Conrad,
polish and improve his grammar,
his diction, his style? What were
his worst mistakes in the constant
theme-writing required? Night
after night, he repeated his ques
tion, and night after night the
patient instructor thoughtfully
replied with constructive criti
cism, until, when a chance came,
Conrad was ready and willing to
try his luck.
It was in the early part of 1948
that Charlotte listeners first be
gan to take a little time out for
radio every afternoon along
about four o’clock. They said it
was to hear the latest ditties
being broadcast on a daytime
program for a change, but there
is a slight suspicion in the minds
of some that the cause of aU the
earbending towards Station
WGIV of a weekday afternoon
was closely connected with the
constant chatter between each
platter being spun by Charlotte’s
own disc jockey, name of Conrad
Phillips. No platter could spin a
tale half so cheerful as Conrad’s
patter, busily debunking the
sponsor’s product as if sales
would never matter. His style,
some said, was a la Godfrey, but
even pessimists admitted that
Godfrey, good as he was, couldn’t
top the tricks that “our” Conrad
did.
Conrad’s public grew, and so
did Station WGIV. Today, the
Station personnel look at the
calendar, and turn the leaves,
and look again and wonder when
Conrad will be coming home
again from the last of those many
trips he has made in recent
months to the Veterans Hospital,
in the long, slow process of be
coming once more able-bodied
and ambulatory. Conrad had his
last laugh with football in the
Fall of ’47, when he stood on the
sidelines and helped another
Charlotte College student coach
the “B” team for Central Hi. Con
rad couldn’t kick the pigskin, nor
carry it for a touchdown, either;
but he could certainly tell a
bunch of brash new ballpushers
how it was done. His football
days are over, but his career has
just begun. Out at WGIV they
are lonesome for Conrad. Just
ask about him, and find out. Ask
“When will Conrad Phillips be
back at his mike?”, and hear an
octave of emotion in the good,
old American reply: “Don’t I
wish I knew!!”
Kate Bechtler
“Charlotte College must have
a campus,” responded Dr. Elmer
H. Garinger, Superintendent of
City Schools, when interviewed
several days ago regarding the
Board of Education’s plans for
the future of CC. “All junior
colleges have campuses,” con
tinued Dr. Garinger, “and some
of the larger ones on the West
Coast cover seventy acres.” A
campus for CC is imperative, the
way members of the Board see
the matter, not just because other
junior colleges have campuses,
but because the greater space is
essential for shop work, lab work,
and art work, as well as for sus
tained recreational and social
activities vital to well-rounded
student life.
The junior college has proved
the urgent need of this most pop
ulous section of the Carolinas for
an academic, vocational and busi
ness training program on a col
lege level and, in the words of
Dr, Garinger, “has filled that
need as best it can.” However, the
most immediate concern of our
school today is the problem of
space, and how to secure it. Oper
ating from the beginning under
the handicap of limited space,
inadequate facilities and rugged
routine, the endurance of her
faculty has been phenominal,
and her students have gone far
to hold their own with the high
est, even to being numbered
among the illustrious Phi Beta
Kappas. The road has been rough,
and the hurdles high, but CC is
a shining example of the survival
of the fittest. The days of all
work and no play are nearing an
end, and the future holds promise
of a more normal balance be
tween classtime and playtime.
Experts in the field of Edu
cation have surveyed the scene
and come to the conclusion that
“the junior college must expand
. . .there is a great need which
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Say Si! Si!
Bearing the firm stamp of ap
proval of the Student Council,
our year book goes to press under
the title of (no less) SI! SI!
The Staff hopes that by the
first of March all material for the
annual will have been received.
The cost of the annual per copy
will not exceed $3.50, and prob
ably will not be that much. A
deposit of $2.00 will be collected
from each student before the
printing is begun. If you want an
annual, you must make a deposit
when it is asked for.
This will positively be one of
the best annuals published by
any junior college in North Caro
lina, but your cooperation will be
needed to make it so. Any snap
shots that you would like to have
in the annual should be turned
over to Jake Bird, who will take
care of getting them in for you.
Members of the annual’s staff
are:
Managing Editor Earl Yandle
Art Editor Brooks Mayfield
Sports Editor Ray Kisiah
Snapshot Editor
John (Jake) Bird
Activities Editor Paul Putnam
Advertising Manager
Frances Gulledge
Circulation Manager
Wayne Hooks
Sponsor Mrs. Grogan