Editorial
EVERYBODY WALKS DEPARTMENT—The long hill lead
ing up to the school buildings has become a monster which
threatens to break up friendships, encourage revolts, start a
vendetta, or sumpthin' . . . Students, I am afraid, do not like to
walk. I'm sure that everyone has been reminded of the healthful
effect of a brisk early morning walk at some time or other, but
people just don't care about living longer with a girlish figure.
I'm sure you have seen at various times the jumble of automobiles
circling the campus and jutting out into the road at all sorts of
angles--those people were the "lucky" ones. Obviously, there just
isn't room for all of the faculty, students, staff, and delivery
vehicles anywhere atop this hill. The administration has been
very lenient with the two-buck fines; and students have taken
advantage of this. There should be a feeling of "If he walks, we
all walk," but in truth sentiment runs something like "If I can
just get up the hill before the rest, I can park and outsmart every
one else." The disregard for authority in this case, has brought
upon us the new parking regulations listed on the first page.
These new rules will guarantee that the circle will be clear of cars,
and that only faculty members and those people with a bonafide
need for it will be given parking permission. Break out your
brogues; pick out your picks; tune up your yodel ; and we'll all go
mountain climbing.
YOU'LL HAVE TO LOOK IT UP SOMEWHERE ELSE
Past the tenth week of this semester we have as yet no library.
Instructors have had to cancel term papers and much valuable
outside reading material for certain courses has gone unread
because we just don't have the facilities to do so. Somewhere
along the line, the arrangements for library service went astray.
There are several fine large rooms, well situated for study to
house our library, thousands of volumes are waiting to be un
packed, and our librarian is in attendance, but the shelves to set
up the reference and reading rooms are conspicuous by their
absence. The library is a fine study room right now—but you've
gat to bring your own books—that's like, visiting the doctor and
bringing your own x-ray machine, Let's hope he sets up practice
soon!
HELP WANTED DEIPARTMENT. . . As you should have read,
the Studdent Council is sponsoring the annual Christmas semi
formal dannce on December 16. Sissy McGee, the Social Activities
Chairman posted an appeal for any interested pearsons to help
with decorations or refreshments. This appeal has been posted
for at least ten days now and as of the time of this writing NOT
ONE name appears on the sheet: Nuff said.
CREDIT WHERE CREDIT TS DUE. . . Student Council. In a
definite change of policy from the preceding years, our student
coucil has unanimously decided to forego the annual trip to the
student conference at Dußois. The money set aside for this trip
was then appropriated for the specific purpose of purchasing a
radio to be placed in the Student's Lounge for the use of the
students. This is indeed a generous and far-sighted action on the
part of the council members, and it demonstrated to the world
that our council is truly "for the students."
JAMES GEFFERT
CHAD McCRACKEN
..... RALPH PERILLA
R, MARION JANOSKY
WALTER STONE
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LETON COLL
EGIAN
Hat.
very
Although few people realize it Mr.
Steel played a very important role in
the produetion. Sissy (Catherine
Cornell) McGee used our leafy
friend as a prop in one scene when
she very dramatically pointed to a
tree in ye Olde back yard (Well ....
JOHN MOONEY
he is a Botany teacher) ....
Wten I hear the word teacher I
always remember one of my gram
mar school Profs., who was noted for
her pencil lending anomalies (We
used to call her "Stubb-Lender").
The real irony in my story lies in the
fact that before she gave you the
pensioned pencil, you had to fill out
triplicate forms and in short sign
your life away ....
The subject of lending or borrow
ing always brings the word "MUN
GER" to my mend. Munger ? ? ? ?
He's a .beggar with a borrower's com
plex who thinks he's Lucky because
you have a Chesteifield.
BUTT PICKERS ANONYMOUS
(something new in the way of organ
izations) has requested that we list
the following munger types for your
cigarette disposal:
1. THE BEGGAR—He never buys
his own (He has never had the pleas
ure of breaking a seal . . . . Eskimos
are not to be included in this classifi
cation) .
2. THE BORROWER—He buys a
pack once a year and always has the
"Just Empty" pack in his pocket.
(He is the "I'll pay you back" type.)
3. THE SCOTCHMAN He has
three cartons at home and two yacks
with him but he never passes up an
opportunity to munge.
4. THE CASPER MILQUETOAST
The "don't kick me type" who
begs for a weed with his eye balls.
(He doesn't even have the 'courage to
ask.)
5. THE POLITICIAN He is the
"baby kisser". who offers you his
buddies' cigarettes.
6. THE CLAW He reaches into
your inside pocket for a Reifer with
out even begging your pardon.
7. THE TECHNICIAN He is
very particular about his brands and
despises loosely packed or stale ciga
rettes. (He might stump the cigarette
you just gave him after one drag.)
8. THE ADDICT —He will pick
butts, munge from females, take
"nexts" from strangers or rob his
grandmother for the sake of one
more drag.
To the non-smoking reader (male
or female) we send out sincere apol
ogies for taking up what would have
most likely been wasted moments of
your time. We would have enjoyed
talking on a more heart-warming
ject such as: "Will jet propulsion re
place Santa's reindeer (if John L.
Lewis O.K.'s it) ? ? ? ? " or a
Philosophic subject such as: "If
Johnny Jones robbed the bank—why
didn't his mother say her nephew did
it ? ? ? " But . . yea is life!
lAN
... "Jesters" for their
ling of "The Three
THE REVIEWING STAND
By GEORGE ST. BERNARD
I've been thrown out of Enginee
ing because my answers nev
seemed to agree with the calcul
book. Education is far too comp
cated a curriculum for my simp
pure reasoning. Medicine is just
bad, only longer. The Sciences co
tain too much aesthetic thinking—
Ibecame a critic.
DRAMA
DRAMA . . . .
I have selected the current screen
sensation, "Mourning Becomes Elec
tra," for appraisal at this time. The
expert movie adaptation has trans
formed Eugene OlNeil's so-so play
into a truly oh-no! picture.
"MOURNING" (all critics use only
one-word titles like this) is, logically,
just a cheerful tale of the progress
and growth of an average !New Eng
land family. Very briefly:
THE FATHER . . . . a millionaire
importer who, most of the time, is
serving his country in the Union
Army—as a general, of course. His
old, homely but somehow (I don't
know how) attractive . . . .
WIFE . . . . has remained at home
to keep the homefireplaces burn
ing; but carrying the wood lately
THE SEA CAPTAIN (Ed. note
(Continued on page 4)
MUSIC
With such a wealth of new, grip
ping, inspiring material available in
my favorite art—music—the selec
tion of a typically representative
work has been a monumental task.
Prokofief has written a sequel to
Peter and the Wolf---PGertrude and
the Gazelle." Shostakovitch's new
symphony to parallel the Leningrad
Story—" Tales From the Minsk-Pinsk
Forest"---cannot be overlooked.
But in the end, I must choose
Vaughn Monroe's recording of
"Mule Train;" even over the new
Lava Soap commercial. What could
be more moving and powerful than
"Mule Train ?" You will instantly ap
preciate what I mean, when you hear
Vaughn erupting notes at intervals
to the cracking of whips, and the
clatter of eighty hoofs. The harmoni
ous background for these 21 main
characters is skillfully woven in by
Mr. Monroe's philharmonic players.
The one regrettable feature of this
masterpiece is that the lovely Moon-
Maids are not heard—unless they are
the ones cracking those whips. The
keen listener can also discern the
historical theme underlying the selec
tion: The life work of a whole seg
ment of our population—mules—is
graphically revealed.
Many other artists, like Frankie
Laine, Vic Damone and even Nelson
Eddy, have waxed arrangements
which, of course, must be considered
prosaic imitations of the aforemen
tioned finest. Rush down to your fa
vorite record counter tomorrow and
roll home Vaughn Monroe's "Mule
Train."
Until next issue then, remember:
"If you're lost, St. Bernard will
bring the stuff to you!"