December 13, 1950
City Song
Scotty Stallings
“Bill, get up. It’s late.”
I opened my eyes. The sunlight
pouring through the window over
my bed blinded me.
“Come on, son. You’re going to
be late for school again unless
you hurry.”
Dad looked old and tired as he
stood looking down at me. That
job of his was enough to kill
him ... he was too old to be
working on a construction crew,
but that was the only trade he
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knew and he had been rigging
steel since he was sixteen.
"Son,” he said, “your break
fast is in the oven. I’ve got to
be going now . . . I’ll see you
at supper.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I yawned as
I pulled on my shoes and wiped
the sleep out of my eyes.
The old man picked up his
coat and lunch pail and shuffled
out the front door. I finished
dressing then went into the bath
room and splashed cold water
in my face and combed my hair.
He sure was a great old guy.
It had been hard for him since
mother died; it’s not easy for a
guy to raise a kid alone.
I ate breakfast and went down
to the pool hall. A bunch of the
guys were sitting on the floor
around the stove shooting craps.
I knelt down beside them and
watched.
I was sure glad the old man
didn’t know that I hadn’t been
going to school. He wanted me
to get an education and be a big
shot some day, but I just couldn’t
see any sense in going to school
when I didn’t get anything out
of it.
I hung around with the gang
until about four o’clock; then I
went back to the apartment to
get something to eat.
When I walked in the front
door I saw Dad sitting in the
living room smoking his pipe.
I could tell that something had
happened because he never got
home before six-thirty. He glanc
ed up when I shut the door.
“Come here, son. I’ve got some
thing to tell you.” I pulled up a
chair and sat next to him. He
stared at the picture of mother
on the mantle and sucked
thoughtfully on his pipe.
“Bill,” he said after a long
pause, “I’ve been laid off. Mister
Stokes says I’m too old to do the
work. He’s hired a young fellow
to take my place. Things are go
ing to be a little rough around
here for a while until I can find
a new job.”
Things were rough alright . . .
and they didn’t get any better.
Everywhere the old man went
looking for a job they just laugh
ed at him and told him that he
was too old. I did some odd jobs
around the neighborhood, but the
money I made wasn't even a drop
in the bucket. After five weeks
our money we had saved up was
just about all gone.
"Son,” Dad said one night
after supper, "Son, I’m going to
give it to you straight.” He took
out his wallet and slowly fished
out two bills and laid them on
the table ... a five and a one.
The one had a piece of blue paper
glued across the middle where
it had been torn and mended.
“Bill, this is all the money we
have left in the world.”
I just sat there trying to think
of something to say. The look on
the old man’s face hurt me as he
carefully folded the bills and
put them back in his pocket.
“I’m going out now, son,” Ho
said later after we had cleaned
up the dishes. “I’ve just got to
find some work, we can’t last
long on six dollars.” He put on
his overcoat and crossed the room
to the front door. “Bill, pleaso
forgive me . . . I’m just a stupid
old man.”
I sat watching the fire in the
areola for a long time after he
had gone. This was wrong. All
wrong. Why did it have to hap
pen to my old man? He was so
good and tried to make things
work out . . . He never thought
of himself . . . just of me.
It was dark outside and it was
beginning to snow again. I
thought of Dad walking the
streets alone and cold looking for
a job so I could have decent food
and a place to sleep ... I had to
do something . . . Then it hit me!
CHARLOTTE COLLEGIAN
CC Enters Float In
Christmas Parade
The most ambitious undertak
ing of its kind yet attempted by
Charlotte College students was
the float which appeared in tht
annual Christmas parade, held in
Charlotte on November 16.
The float was designed to call
attention to the various fields
of education, and Charlotte Col
lege students representing the
various professions appeared on
the float.
The float was the idea of
Martin J. Sherrill, who was the
spark plug in designing, con
structing, and handling all the
details of entering the float in
the parade.
The Collegian salutes Jay
Sherrill and his helpers in the
project for the idea of bringing
the college to the attention of
the people of Charlotte and for
the successful way in which they
carried out the idea.
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I went into the kitchen and
found the ice pick ... it had a
nice long blade. I stuffed it into
my jacket pocket and went out
the front door. If we couldn’t
earn the money, then I’d take it! !
It was snowing hard by the
time I got to the avenue. I turned
left and headed for the underpass
. . . that’s where I would do the
job . . . where it was lonely and
dark.
When I reached the underpass
I slipped behind one of the con
crete pillars along the sidewalk
and watied. It was freezing cold,
but my shirt was glued to my
back with sweat and I could feel
the blood pounding in my head.
It seemed like hours before I
heard footsteps approaching from
the far end of the underpass. I
took the icepick out of my
pocket and waited ... He was
a little guy. I held my breath un
til he had passed; then I moved!
I got him from behind and plung
ed the icepick into his back . . .
low down in the kidney so he
couldn’t scream. He struggled
a little then collapsed like a sack
of potatoes. I found his wallet,
took out the money, and got rid
of the billfold. My knees felt like
water as I crammed the bills in
to my pocket and started run
ning.
I was shaking so badly when
I got to the apartment that I
almost broke off the key trying
to open the door. I stumbled in
to my room and fell across the
bed, panting and trembling.
I lay there for a long time with
out moving; then I got up and
turned on the light. I crossed the
room to the bed and took out
the crumpled bills, smoothing
them out on the blanket . . .
There was a five and a one . . .
The one had a piece of blue
paper glued across the middle
where it had been torn and
mended.
Little Louise: “Mother dear,
what does dehydrate mean?”
Mother: “It means getting all
the water out of anything. Why?”
Little Louise: “Well, my puppy
just dehydrated in the living
room.”
The transport was shoving off
for the Orient. Two wistful look
ing teen-agers were waving good
bye from the dock.
“Gee, I think it’s a shame to
send all those nice soldiers to
China. What will they do there?”
“What’ll they do!” replied the
other. “Ain’t you never been out
with a soldier?”
Alumna Of
The Month
The term "charter member”
usually carries with it an impli
cation of age. As applied to Anr
Sawyer, Charlotte College alurr
na of this month and member o
the first class to enroll at th
College, any such implication ■
entirely false. While a lady’s ag
is strictly classified informatior
we may say that if Ann so de
sires she may legally cast a votf
but that she hasn't enjoyed this
status long enough to have be
come accustomed to it.
Having entered CCUNC, fore
runner of Charlotte College, in
the fall of 1946, Ann automatical-
l,v qualifies as a charter member
of the organization. She was
graduated from Tech High
School in the spring of 1946 and
began her college work the fol
lowing fall. During the fall quart
er of 1947, she worked as sec
retary to Miss Cone.
After her two years at Char
lotte College, Ann went to tl
University of North Carolin
where she graduated in Jun'
1950 with an A. B. in Journalisn'
Immediately after finishing
college, Ann started to work for
the Charlotte News and is now
employed by that paper as As
sistant to the City Editor. In
cluded among her other duties
is that of taking care of the
’phone at the City Desk (a job
which looks to us as if it woulj
require several people and run
them all crazy). Ann hopes t
become a newspaper reporter
some day. That has been hei
ambition for a number of years,
and judging from the determina
tion she showed in talking about
it, we are willing to bet that she
will succeed.
Ann lives with her parents.
Mr. and Mrs. D. W. Sawyer. She
has a brother who is a student
at Georgia Tech.
Calls For
Abolishing
Pre-Med Training
New York, N. Y.- (I. P.) Call
ing for the abolishment of “pre
medical” education in the nation’s
colleges and universities. Dr. Wil
liam C. Rappleye, Dean of Co
lumbia University’s Faculty of
Medicine, declared, “there is no
such thing as ‘pre-medical edu
cation.’ College students who plan
to enter professional schools in
our fields should not be regard
ed as pre-medical or pre-dental
students.”
In his annual report to presi
dent Dwight D. Eisenhower, Dr.
Rappleye said that the college
preparation for medical, dental,
and public health fields should
not be professional in character,
but should be devoted to the
objective of providing as broad
a cultural education as the partic
ular institution can give.
“It should be a preparation not
for medicine or dentistry or pub
lic health, but for life,” he de
clared.
Students should be selected
for professional education not so
much on the basis of grades or
subjects as for character, per
sonality, intelligence, ability, in
dustry, general culture, resource
fulness, maturity, and evidence
of a grasp of the principles under
lying the sciences upon which
medical study is dependent. Dr.
Rappleye stated.
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tlie girls at C. C., so if there are
any girls who are not already
members, please attend the next
scheduled meeting which will be
announced on the bulletin board
in the main hall.
Sigma Pi Alpha, national hon
orary language fraternity, has
selected numerous students who
have maintained a “B” average
in a foreign language at C. C.
for initiation at the next con
vention, which will be held dur
ing the winter quarter either at
Wake Forest of at Eastern Caro
lina Teachers College.
I sneezed a sneeze into the air,
It fell to earth I know not where:
But cold and hard were the looks
of those,
In whose vicinity I snoze.
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