May 20, 1952
CHARLOTTE COLLEGIAN
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A Bit Of Everything
Korean Experiences
By George Hartis
Alluring
Alumni
Harriet McSheehan
SURPRISE! Here we are with
another issue of the paper AND
another gossip column! We’re really
on the ball so let’s start rolling and
shed some illumination on the
aforesaid topic.
Let’s begin by offering our con
gratulations to Gene Williams,
Wellene Hodge, John McClure, and
Bud Niemer for being elected as
heads of the Charlotte Collegian
and of the SI SI.
We have the STATEMENT
OF THE YEAR! Joe Pritchard
says—“I will NOT run for presi
dent.”
Jack, just why aren’t you and
Phill getting along?
Roger Shelor and Bill Disher
have organized a two-man debating
team. The subject? Felix Simpson.
Sam Rigas has his eye set on a
certain young lady named Mary
Beatty.
You know, Dick Keeter and
Sonya Brady make a cute couple,
don’t they?
We wonder what motivates
David Moore and Gene Williams
to visit Queens College after
classes ? ?
“Casanova” Chamis claims that
he can’t get close enough to Lant
to kiss her. What a pity!
WE AIM TO PLEASE! Dorsey
Mcllroy said that he wants his
name in the paper so here it is—
DORSEY MCILROY! (You’re wel
come, Mac.)
Rankin, has the juke-box lulled
you to sleep again?
We wonder who the two guys
were who whispered so much on
the last field trip and what the
idea was? ?
We understand that some of our
fellow students were exposed to
some local-yokel mountain music
during the last Geology 42 field
trip. We wonder just who these
students were?
Did you know that Kitty Monty
started to jump in the lake that
the Geology class visited? Her
reason? f‘0-o-o-o-oh! It’s s-o-o-
ooo pretty!” (Unquote.)
Two of C. C.’s famous gardeners,
Miss Denny and Mrs. Winningham,
have had their fingers and toes in
the dirt again. Results of their
green thumbs can be seen in the
vases in the office or in their
gardens.
ROMEO RIMMER! (Couldn’t
find any gossip about him, so we
just put his name in so he wouldn’t
feel left out. We’re just s-o-o
thoughtful!
Now just who is it that Jim
Sherrill knows in Pineville?
LOOK OUT! There’s a snake,
Wellene! (Thank you, Geology 42.)
How ’bout joining C. C.’s bowling
team? It’ll be loads of fun.
(Continued on page 4)
Today, as for the past ten years,
American service men are in many
foreign lands. American ways and
ideas are being spread throughout
Europe and Asia. The most out
standing medium through which
our ideas are being accepted is the
children. Adults are influenced to
some extent but not as strongly
as the younger generation. Children
may be taught to do things a
certain way; adults cannot; they
have certain ways to act and think,
and sometimes it is difficult to
change their mode of doing things.
American G.I.s are rapidly effect
ing changes in foreign ideas
especially with the younger gen
eration. For example in Koi-*ea
G.I.s are taking foreign children
into their custody. Most of the
time their mothers and fathers
are dead, and the children have no
place to go. Usually, the children
do not have very much to do.
Probably, they are given some
chores, such as that of a house boy
or an interpreter. Immediately
upon being associated with G. Is.,
the children begin to watch each
move and the method by which
the G. I. performs it. It does not
take them long to learn the customs
and a few words from the
Americans. Then it is much easier
for them to move around among
G. I.s and become accustomed to
new ideas.
In Korea we had several children
in our company. The one we had
in our tent as a house boy was
only thirteen years old. His mother,
father, and two sisters had been
killed by the Chinese. When he
came into the company, he had on
all of the clothes that he owned—
a shirt and a pair of pants. Cloth
ing him was quite a problem.
Everything we found was about
two sizes too large. It was not too
long, however, before we found a
sewing machine and had his clothes
altered. As far as his shoes were
concerned, we were left helpless.
The smallest we could find was
size six and one-half.
Through the interpreter we
found that his name was Si Yung
Chung. We all had trouble pro
nouncing his name; so we began
to call him Pee Wee because of
his size. Pee Wee was informed,
through the interpreter, what his
duties as a house boy were. He
began immediately, and his labor
was soon quite apparent.
The captain had been inspecting
our tent, and it was generally
known that we did not have the
cleanest or the neatest tent in the
company. Pee Wee took over
complete control of the cleaning
of our tent. It was not long before
our tent took on a new appearance.
The beds were made up neatly and
uniformly, the floor was free of
trash, and every morning we had
hot water for shaving. To put it
bluntly. Pee Wee was a luxury.
It took Pee W'ee quite a long
time to learn how to pronounce
English words correctly, but he
had no trouble in getting us out of
the tent in the mornings. He would
come running in exclaiming,
“Hubba! hubba! You get out!
Captain come—him inspect! find
no good! Me Kudda!” At this in
junction, we would all get up and
leave.
After Pee Wee had been in the
company for several weeks, we
began to teach him the alphabet
and some simple arithmetic. We
soon discovered he could read but
could not speak English. His
knowledge of arithmetic was out
standing — so outstanding that
sometimes we would spend several
hours testing his ability. Orientals
are very smart and are capable of
imitating almost anything. It was
not long before Pee Wee could
speak a few woids in English and
was definitely following American
ways. He became so good at
translating that we were soon em
ploying him as our interpreter. I
might add that Pee Wee will be a
well educated boy before this
Korean conflict is over.
American service men are still
overseas and probably will remain
there for some time. They should
be very careful as to the way they
spread American ways and ideas.
Duo of the Sextets
Bill Scholl
I had plenty of time to think
that windy afternoon in October,
about my decision; I had three
seconds. Three seconds meant the
loss of either my pride or my
conscience. There I was, a nineteen-
year-old college sophomore, six
feet and four inches tall, weighing
one hundred and seventy-five
pounds. The team had just broken
out of the huddle formation, and
I had called the famous pass play
that had meant destruction to so
many of our opponents and had,
incidentally, helped to win my
All-American award. I estimated
that I had three seconds before the
ball would be snapped to me.
How quickly a human being can
think back and recall memories!
Only last night that ominous
knock had sounded on my dormi
tory room door. When I opened
the door, a short, eely-looking
man chewing a cigar squirmed
into my suite and wasted no time
announcing his intentions.
I do declare! This column is
getting tough to write because we
are getting out so many issues in
such a short time. Oh well, it’s
worth the trouble. But let we warn
you, this particular column will be
Alumni — Past, Present, and
Future.
W'e have had visits lately from
several alumni. They are—
Herman Riggsbee, who is with
Gray and Creech Office Equipment
Co.
John William Elkins, who is in
the service. During the day, he
teaches radar and its use to
students and he attends the
University of Texas in the even
ing.
Carolyn Reichard, who is a
student at U. N. C. She is a
member of the Daily Tar Heel
staff and of the annual staff.
L. A. Spake, “Cotton” Cash,
Bill Senn, and Carol Hinson have
also been seen in the hallowed
halls of C. C.
William Mills, an alumnus of
C.C. is graduating from U. N. C.
in June. He will receive his degree
in law at that time.
In regard to our alumni in the
service, James Williams will be
able to be here and graduate with
the Class of 52 in June.
We also have learned that Ralph
Huffman is in the Navy. It seems
that our Dry Land Sailor, Dewey
Sheron. advised Huffman to apply
for the submarine section.
In the marriage field, Hollis A.
Wright was wed to Shirley Ann
Carroll on Saturday, May 3, 1952.
In regard to our future alumni,
Harvey Laughter and family have
a new boy. Congratulations!
John Kirk and family have a
new son, born May 6.
Well, that’s about it for this
issue. See you next time.
“You’re Reizebel?” he inquired,
shifting his eyes from one corner
of the room to another corner.
“You’ve got the draw on me,
pardner!” I drawled. I felt his
hand contract and collapse from
my handshake.
With this unaccountable com
mencement our meeting began. It
took no time for me to understand
the stranger. I perceived that this
fool wanted me to “throw”
tomorrow’s game with I. M. A.
Quack Medical School! That was
the one big game of the season. I
would be valueless around the
campus if I let down Hogwallow
A. & M.!
(Continued on page 4)