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Monday, December 12, 19j60
THE CHARLOTTE COLLEGIAN
Base 3
Peekin’ With Pidge
my
Howdy, People! It’s that time again, and I have news.
While m the Owl’s Roost last week, I was shocked half out of
pm feathers by an unearthly noise. It also scared three girls who
hopped under the table and covered their heads. Contrary to our
suspicions. It was not an air raid but just a student’s auto horn. It
sounded surprisingly similar to a civil defense gadet. Anyway, Anne
g^ot to take her Miltown ....
Collegian Coeds, Class
of ’61 and 75
Whoever said we left fads be
hind when we left high school
hasn’t noticed the enormous num
ber of brief cases bein' toted
‘round by our male population . . .
Paul Shinn’s and Stanley Wilkin
son’s are particularly intriguing—
they never leave them open long
enough for us to peep! Classified
information, fellas? We want no
more cracks from you “brief case
boys” about the size of girls’
purses.
If one let his eyeballs amble,
he might see Katy passing a note
. . Miss Cone on TV . . Dale C.
and Soneone Special . . Morris
Spearmen running to class . . .
Pat and Jack holding hands . . .
Susan Hollifield wearing an
other pretty sweater ... or Jim
Cornell snapping his fingers to
music that no one but him can
hear . . . Never met a friendlier
fellow than Jim Sexton.
How did Jerry ever compile
such a huge collection of Columbia
L.P.Rs
Attention, b o t a n y students !
What do an apple and an
orange have in common? As any
first grader can tell you, — they’re
both red except for the orange . . .
Did I hear someone say I should
stand on my head and gargle pea
nut butter? I reckon some people
just don’t appreciate wit . . . Im
agine Miss Markham was some
what surprised when Mr. Yarbrough
came hurriedly in for Robert
Brock. Bob’s car had been dam
aged by a man trying to elude a
police trap.
Hope everyone enjoyed h i s
Thangsgiving turkey, even though
We pi|g£ons think that custom is
absolutely cannibalistic . . . those
extra mornings to sleep late were
appreciated by all who still had
“election night circles” . . 5 AM,
Kay?
a transom into the college offices
and ransacked desks. Perhaps
the poor thing was searching for
knowledge.
I hear that “the old master”
edited next issue's crossword
puzzle. Thanks, Jere.
Caught your Chevy at South 21,
Bill. Also noted its other occupant
sharp! .... The next night,
and at the other end of another
boulevard, I found John at Babe
Maloy’s. Did my eyes deceive me,
John, or did you really eat her
chicken as well as your own?
What some people won’t do to
get both ends of the wishbone!
That’s all for now. Pigeons
must sleep, too, you know.
Christmas will be here soon, so
don’t forget to wash behind your
ears.
Love, Pidge
Communism
Is Speaker’s
Subject
By Martha Moore
m
Same Car Same
Thief -6 Times
Reprinted from the
Charlotte Observer
A Charlotte College student had
a well-used car last week, but he
didn’t know how well used.
Miss Bonnie Cone, college dir-
rector, reported the story to the
board of trustees.
The student s car was stolen
from the college parking lot
Wednesday night and returned,
slightly wrecked.
The same car was stolen again
Friday night, and this time the
brakes were damaged.
W’hen the culprit was caught
and asked about the two thefts,
he admitted he had stolen the car
—not twice but six times. He had
taken and returned it four timen
without detection.
Fads, Fun
And Folly
A thief has again broken into
the CC offices and got away with
a small amount of change from a
vending machine. The thief for
ced the rear door, crawled through
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“Communism is a dictatorship”
of thought. It is a criminal con
spiracy to overthrow our gov
ernment.”
Ralph Clontz., former under
cover agent for the FBI, gave this
definition to a group of students
at Charlotte College on November
17.
“Communism is freedom”
This opinion was expressed by a
woman party leader at another
time and place. Addressing a
group of women party members
she said, “In Russia you are free
to do anything men do. You can
drive tractors. You can dig ditch
es.”
Mr. Clontz suggested that it
might be wise to teach the com
munist philosophy in our schools
so that Americans would know
whether they are for or against
it and why.
Before communism went under
ground, it was much easier to con
tact party officials. Mr. Clontz had
only to mail a postcard stating
his desire to know about com
munism. In return, he said, “I got
a cardboard box loaded with
propaganda.”
“You don’t become a communist
accidentally,” he said. After he
had been thoroughly investigated
by the party, he was interrogated
for five hours before being given
membership.
After graduating from law
school, Mr. Clontz attended the
Jefferson School of Social Science
in New York. He called the
school “a training school for
spies.”
They were using the "Sifeerian
method of teaching. When asked
if he were familiar with the
method, Mr. Clontz asked, “Does
it mean that if you don’t learn
you get sent to Siberia?” His
question wasn’t appreciated. He
had to spend some time apologiz
ing and assuring the class that of
course he knew that no one is sent
to Siberia—only the most fortunate
are permitted to visit that vacation
wonderland.
In New York he was assigned
to infiltrate the Nassau County
NAACP. He said that the NAACP
is not communist-dominated. It is
dedicated to doing- away with
segregation, whereas communism
is opposed to it.
Photo By J. A. Simpson
Mrs. Margaret Springer Poplin and daughter, Julie
Annetta, have been named Collegian Coeds of the month
by unanimous acclaim of all persons contacted.
Margaret is a freshman at CC. She is majoripg in
Liberal Arts. Julie has not yet decided upon a curriculum.
The proud husband and father of these coeds is Jerry
M. Poplin, Electrical Engineering student of our Sopho
more class.
Alumni
Review
By Jeannie Glasgow
Last year’s officers of the stu
dent council and sophomore class
have stepped gracefully into the
role of alumni. These outstand
ing students have gone their sev
eral ways—some into business,
some to universities, and still
others back to CC.
Ed Phillips, past president of the
student council, i s attending
George Washington University.
He is majoring in business ad
ministration. Jim LaRoach, vice-
president, received his AA degree
in business administration and ac
counting at CC. He is employed
at Southern Bell. Deanna Merrell,
secretary to the student council
and top student of her graduating
class, is majoring in education at
Queens College. Last year’s treas
urer, Jerry Williams, is back at
C.C. to complete his major in
business administration. Jerry is
working part-time at the A&P.
The president of last year's
Sophomore class, Jerry Owens,
married during the summer. He is
back at C. C. to complete work
in his civil engineering major.
Ed Silber, vice-president was
a Morehead scholarship winner.
He has moved on to the University
of North Carolina, and is majoring
in math. Rose Erwin, who was
Sophomore Class secretary-treas-
urer, has returned to Charlotte
College to complete her major in
liberal arts. Rose is working
part-time.
He said communist propoganda
is aimed at two groups in America
—the working people and the
Negro.
Most communist leaders are not
really sold on communism. They
are opportunists who are taking a
calculated risk that communists
will dominate the world.
Christmas Activities
By Kay Combs
On December 7, 1960, the Char
lotte College Choir presented its
first program of this year. This
was a Christmas Program, includ
ing selections “The Twelve Days
of Christmas,” “Praise God the
Lord Ye Sons of Men.” and others.
A Christmas progam was
presented on December 9 at six
o'clock.
The Choir gave this program
to a “full house” in the school
auditorium. The general public
and friends of the school were
invited.
One man has said that ‘people
are funny” Another said “there's
a sucker born every minute.”
It’s quite possible they are both
right.
Many people agree with the two
statements; however, there are as
many interpretations as there are
believers. Each person is sure
that the first statement (when
uncomplimentary) or the second
(in every instance) does not apply
to him (or her).
Look around you and put people
in their proper catagory.
Let me catagorize you.
You are’t funny; you arc
pleasant; and, as far the other,
you aren’t afraid to be individ*
ualstic when the action or think
ing of the crowd is wrong.
(I should be in politics)
Tm sure we all agree that fads
and popular thinking of the mo
ment must be given careful scru
tiny before acceptance. Even
though these sometimes get people
in bad trouble, a new craze or
movement of mass hysteria comes
along periodically and people are
“hep’^ if they conform or “square’’
if they don’t.
Be-bop, pinko, beatnik, scratch
ing off, rock-n’-roll—and the list
goes on. Some are fun and some
are folly. We*d best choose wisely.
On Being A Little Sick
By CARRIE ROSS
I am sick. They just don’t know how sick I really
am. This thermometer is old and evidently does not
register the correct temperature. I am certain that the
fever is 100°, perhaps as high as 104°.
The doctpr diagnosed “A simple case of sniffles.”
I wonder what medical school he was thrown out of;
anyone can see that I am very sick. My eyes have
turned on a sprinkler system to cool the burning red
objects in the pockets of my face.
It has been three days and four boxes of Kleenex
since this near-fatal illness made its attack. My family
doesn’t know how sick I am; if they did, they would be
very much upset.
These pains in my head are getting more severe.
The shooting ones are getting more spirited. I believe
that last one shot down my back a few minutes ago. I
must not let my family know of this—must not let them
worry about me.
That bright, red bulb in the middle of my face is
acting as if Niagara Falls had been channeled through it.
This could lead to serious complications. If only the
doctor would make a more thorough examination. He
comes in and rams a depressor about twelve inches down
my throat; then he places an ice-cold stethoscope on my
chest (I wonder what they do to keep them so cold),
thumps around a little, and makes a brilliant announce
ment that I will be right in a few days. No pills—no
shots—no nothing. Why can’t he see how critically ill
I am?
Basking in the sun on some tropical island for three
months would have excellent therapeutic values, but the
doctor will not prescribe it—and I cannot afford to go
unless it would be deductible.
I suppose my only recourse is to make a complete
recovery here.