•)?AGE TWO- THE COLLEGIAN 'Tar A Better Penn State" Established 1940. Successor to the Penn State Colleg ian, established 1904. and the Free Lance, established -11177. ; Published every Tuesday and Friday morning dur ing the regular Coltege year by the staff of the Daily Collegian of the Pennsylvania State College. Entered as teo.ond class matter July !’. 1934, at the State College, Pa., Post Office under the act of March 8, 1879. Subscriptions by mail at $1 a semester. Editor-la-CMeS Business Manager l Woodeme Bel Mary Louise Dav«ey 1 Bfaiaaging Editor Advertising Manager Peggie Weaver Rosemary Ghantous EDCTOKSAL STAFF News Editor .. Women’s Editor Feature Editor . SpovLs Editor .. .Senior Board .. Renior Board ... . Assistant Advertising Managers Sally Holstrum. Advertising Assistants. ..Dorothy Leibovitz, Ria Hanzlick •luoj/n- Board Larry Foster, Kny Krel 1, Lynette Lund* nui:st. Caroline ManvUle, Loin Marks, Su7.nnne Mc- Cauley, David Nalven. Doru Stowe, OwennetU Tim. mis, Jane Wolbarst. STAFF THIS ISSUE rowing Kditor >}cisra Irld.itor Oor-y Editors Key-Campus Merger Tonight the Campus and Key parties will meet together to discuss whether or not they want to merge. The combination of these two political parties does not mean a mere changing of name, but upon the, decision rests the future of student government at the College. Collegian strongly opposes the merger. Primar ily, because if Key swings to Campus, politics will lie -back on the old status of fraternities vs. inde pendents. Social status has absolutely no connec tion with politics, but the merger would force the segregation of the two groups. This segregation would not only hinder politics, but might also spell eventual defeat of the Greek societies on the Penn State campus. , - The Campus party has everything to gain from this proposed merger, while the Key clique has everything to lose. The newly-reorganized Cam pus party has not yet established itself in Penn Sta.te politics. On the other hand, the Key party won the majority of the fall elections, as well as many others during the war, and would be hand-' mg over thi s power if it swings to Campus. The entire student body is invited to the meet ing tonight, but the decision will be made by Key members only. Collegian urges Key clique mem bers to think twice before they vote, because their decision will be felt in student government long after they have been graduated from the College. -Deadwood Im CaMnet •Recent cabinet meetings .have shown the in creasing need for a weeding out of the dead-wood cx-officio members that participate in cabinet meetings. Such members have been prone to in troduce asinine, motions, useless suggestions and worthless trivia that tends to clog and hamper the workings of a democratic organization. A motion introduced recently shows such lack Of foresight and planning that it deserves to be -brought to the attention of the student body. It was moved that Cabinet investigate, the possibili ties of having the United States Postal Service re vise, their delivery schedules so that .students would have their mail delivered three times a day, peven days a week. It is high time that certain crusading individ ualists realize that it is the function of Cabinet to -deal only with affairs related- to the student body and the administration, and not. attempt to med dle in the workings of a department of our Fed eral government. G.RS, NCHORAGE COFFEE SHOP STEMS ..... ■ CHOPS . . .' SEAFOOD . DATERIHHR TO BANQUETS /AIM 1 PRIVATE PARTIES' Gloria Nerenberg ... Patricia Turk Mervin Will George Sample Barbara Ingraham, Audrey Ryback Phyllis Deal Dorothy Leibovitz, —. Suzanne McCauley , A-S Jackson 1 Reid . -Mer.vin Wilf. David Nalven 2 i 0 W. ©©leg®. A Perm Statements Have you tried calling home recently? (collect of course.) The telephone operators are so so plea sant, but they sweetly inform you that, "Pop, I need ten bucks” isn’t an emergency, and your call can not go through. Suggestion—you can always wire collect. The Little Man Who Wasn't There It happened at the Alpha Sigma Phi house. The afternoon’s quiet was broken by that sweet sound of the telephone. Marie Nemrod answered to find her fiance calling her from Nova Scotia while his shop docked there. It was a collect call, so Marie collected enough change from all available friends to pay the charges. She started'to deposit the coins one by one, as excited coeds dashed in and out of the phone booth with more nickels, dimes, and quarters. Filially the change was all in and Marie anxiously waited for the operator’s go-ahead sig nal. Then a strange thing happened, Marie’s smile faded, she hung up the phone, and broke the sad news to her waiting.friends: “He’s gone. His ship pulled out before he could wait for me to deposit the money.” Casey Cashes In Station WMAJ’s roving reporter hit the right man this time. And our own Jim Casey was the recipient of two dinners at the Corner Room for giving the correct answer to the question of the day. The question— “What’ year did the Corner Room open?” The answer—l92s. Finders Keepers A book-weary liberal arts student stumbled out onto the mall in front of iSparks after a tough blue book. 'Starting down the mall, he noticed in front of Carnegie two tiny black spats on the Walk. Knowing he was in bad shape after his bluebook, he decided he was seeing things. But the black spots grew larger and larger. He hurried to see what they 'could be. Arriving at the spot he found two black Rubbers side by side facing. down the Mall,'as though someone had stepped, right out of them. Quickly he looked around, and when no one was watching, slipped his feet, into the rub bers. They fit. So our hero waited casually down to the Corner Room’with his newly acquired pair of rubbers which he needed badly anyhow. NoAnswer The Kappa house was out Of communication, with the outside world for one fateful night last week. One of its more figure-conscious occupants was performing her daily reducing exercises— holding on to the second floor banister and kick ing. A dutiful sister picked up, the phone to call her parents. But she picked it up at the wrong mo ment. For just .as she lifted it, the reducing Kappa gave a particularly vicious kick which connected with the wire and pulled the entire phone, out of the wall. Amidst infuriated looks from her sisters who were missing their nightly calls; she tried to' restore the connection. But all in vain—the phone was nil, and the repair man. disgustedly put in a new cord the next morning. Cjhem 20 Blues Courtesy of two coeds who prefer to be known as Clover and Alfala. • , “I'll be there with,. Hayes, always.. In an awful daze, always Ever in the la b ; Better grades to nab Still I’m there to gab, always, always Even though I care, always Still the failure’s there* always . I will never be She who makes a three. ..... For it’s Hayes and me, always. SANDWICHES THE COLLEGIAN —PEGGIE WEAVER A Lean and Hungry Look Dear Brutus: , f!|gjg La st Saturday, as grounds and buildings was drawing the shades of night, a furtive figure crept down College avenue. It was-a man, collar pulled high, hat pulled low, hurrying to a rendezvous made many weeks before. * Suddenly an'axe whipped past his head and chunked into a pass erby. The passerby gurgled twice and slumped to. the . sidewalk. The sinister, nervous man squawked once, lurched forward, and fell into the gutter. He arose rapidly, groped blindly around the corner, tripped down the flight of steps, pushed open the door . . . and there I was amid the bright fights of. the Skeller. Why was I hiding, starting at a shadow, screaminng at cold blooded murder, trembling at the footstep, behind me in .the night? Why? Because I was afraid . ; . afraid of the vengeance of The Bloody Six! . Yes, for weeks messages had been mysteriously appearing on my desk warning me of dire things. But even though they’d been scrawled in gore I ignored them till Saturday. It was that afternoon I came across a severed human foot in ' the right hand drawer of the clothespress where I hide by Southern Comfort. When the editor saw me throw away a bottle, she knew some thing was wrong. Covering me with her six gun, she ordered me from the office. I passed through that doort a shattered and brpken man. There was only one hope, that my faithful friends (of which there are many) would help-me. I planned rapidly as a hurried to my tryst. .Waiting for me under the third table: in the den of sin were, my trusted, agents, Spraddle-Legs Deeghan and his moll, Yay Veri ily. Spraddle-Legs was already two thirds coked, but he thinks better that way—looks better, tocii Seeing me, he proffered the com munal pitcher which at the time was empty, natuarlly. Impatient ly I struck-it from hl s Rand and' scored a perfect ringer over the head of an unfortunate engineer crawling “by. r ' . " , “Geeze, boss, that must be'strong stuff,” offered the Deegh, fondly caressing. Miss Verily-to aid his thought.- processes. Miss V.-/gently put two. fingers-in- his eyes and shoved-him quietly over into the corner where he screamed wildly for; a minute or two till someone stepped on his head “I could' go for you in a big way, boss,” whispered Yay, slow ly sliding nearer across the floor. Her shifty eyes flashed, fire as she backed me further under the tab le. “You do things to me,” she mur mer.ed, “Yes, do things to. me!” I couldn’t let her carry out her The Corn TUESDAY MORNING, JANUARY 15, 194®. inhuman Soc. 4 schemes on me. So, with a terrible effort of will I struggled up into a seat in that third booth. And who would you. guess was there to greet me? : Barclay Manners, archdeacon of The (Bloody Six, smiled a threat of welcome. No one spoke—they because they ,we're slightly stewed.* I . because I was slightly nervous. Old “Bar” _ livened things up by bringing his axe down on my trembling-hand. He. only hacked off one' finger, but that was enough. . . .■• , ■ In my anger I arose, somewhat hastily, of course, and beaned him with a waiter who was passing by. The waiter gurgled twice and slumped to' the floor. I turned and fled towards, the’ dispensary, all the while screaming, “Corpsmen! Corpsman!” T haven’t been back to get that finger I left on the table down there! And you know, Brutus old bean, that brings up an awfully interesting question:— > Just who do you think will get the finger next? —Cassius 28 GOLD- MED ALS AND MORE HONORS FOR ACCURACY THAN ANY ©THiR TIMEPIECE Unusual
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