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How to Call (a) Foul!
In the most recent issue of Esquire there is a cartoon showing
two old professors in a room cluttered with old manuscripts and
books. One of the profs is leaning across a desk glaring at the other
and the caption reads: "In my best old English, you sir, are a phin-
This cartoon should be required reading for each and every one
of the male students who linger in the vicinity of the pool table in
Erie Hall. They best take heed of that word, "phinque" for in corn-
Parison to the vocabulary roundly voiced by most of the pool players,
it is, ancient in meaning as well as in spelling.
The choice of vocabulary used by these "hustlers" tends to de-
generate in the heat of competitive excitement, but needless to say,
some words become quite trite and superfluous after repeated shout
ings and banking of pool cues. And while these young, strong, con
fident males feel free to say anything that comes into their minds
while playing this game, I venture to guess that they would be round
ly smacked in the mouth by one or both parents if the same language
were used at home.
Being inquisitive of the nature of the game that could call forth
such eloquent filth, I swallowed my feminine pride, took pool cue in
hand and sighted on the cue ball. And not unsurprisingly I find the
hardest thing for a beginner to do correctly is hit, that little !? V**
white globe. It is a very tense game: a very exciting game; A game
calling for a great deal of skill and worthy of more intelligent oaths
that the words gleaned from the street.
A large vocabulary and the ability to use it correctly are signs of
maturity. The female students no longer blush in unbelieving silence
when the air becomes full of filthy, verbose images. They merely note
the swine who was so disrespectful as to utter such a phrase in their
presence.
But the language used in Erie Hall is no longer just gutterish,
but dangerous to the student who uses it. The SGA has passed a rec
ommendation that anyone heard using language unbecoming the
school will forthwith be reported to Dean Benjamin A. Lane for dis
ciplinary action.
The NITTANY CUB thinks that this campus is in a sad state of
affairs when students must be reported to the "principal" for disre
spectful conduct. But when the conduct smacks of high schoolish
ness, then I suppose that the action must smack likewise.
The people who spice their vocabulary with filth are on the whole
well-known, and well-liked by the rest of the students. None of them
can be termed hoody, nor stupid. Immature is the only valid gener
ality that can be applied to this group.
CULTURE BUGS
REJOICE
As winter takes its last dying
gasps at Behrend, it's time for
those of talent and/or perserver-
ence to get out their brushes, pen
cils, and cameras, for a new addi-
tion to the cultural program here.
The Spring Term will witness the
birth of the First Annual Behrend
Fine Arts Exhibition, sponsored
by Nittany Promotions. Awards
will be given in each of four clas
THE NITTANT CUB
ses: Sketching—pictoral, (pencil,
ink, pastels, etc.); Sketching—
practical, (architecture. machine
design, etc.): Painting (water col
ors, oils, tempra). and Photogra
phy. It has been rumored that
Map Coloring would be added as a
fifth class but this is mere con
jecture at this time. All entrants
must be students at Behrend and
all work submitted must be their
own. ,
GOODIES FROM THE
GIRLS IN THE DORM
Winter term is a bad term in
the dorm. You don't find the
usual spasticims, confusion, or
just plain devilishness that is us
ually there. We are anxiously look
ing forward to the spring term
when things will, we hope, improve
and even be better than fall term.
We have heard so much about
spring term and how great it is
that we are just dying for it to
get here.
Now that winter term is almost
over we certainly can't say that
it was uneventful. Much has hap
pened to make us glad, sad, and
in some cases just numb.
We can remember:
The exciting trips to------Erie.
The usual water and shaving
cream fights.
The cold showers and tubs of
water we enter so voluntarily.
The frozen butter in the gutter.
That little night light that
keeps burning in one of our win
dows.
The night that somebody switch
ed drawers around. Trying to get
into a size 32 sweater when you
take a size 40 isn't the most
pleasing thing. Well, it isn't the
most comfortable thing.
"I wonder where T. C. parks his car."
INIEIf REMINDER
Dean Lane wishes to remind everyone that the Winter term will
close officially March 18, and finals will be given the 19th through
the 21st of March. Registration for the Spring term will take place
on April 1.
Friday, March 13, 1964
Last, but not least, the night
that we came back from Christ
mas vacation and how wonderful
it was to be back and see each
other. Even though we get pretty
disgusted with this place and with
the same old ugly faces, we sure
do miss them when we are away.
Did you know that:
L.R. was our own Katherine
Murry that keeps us informed of
all the lastest dance steps. How
about those dance lessons at mid
night?
J.Q. will be gracing the Univer
sity of Michigan with her pres
ence. We think that she is our
best representative.
E.G. awaits each Saturday night
very anxiously. Wonder why????
We had our own Olympic Stars
in the field of skiing. These four
girls have added much to the
slopes of Holiday Valley.
One of the girl's theme song is
"By the lake, by the lake, by beau
tiful Edinboro Lake. You and me,
you and me. oh so happy we'll
be."
K.C. and L.F. like cold water
so much that they can't stay out
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