Students' 'Pet Peeves Reveal Annoying Habits of loth Sexes
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COLLEGE boys and girls get along all right, but
if each could read the secret and critical
thoughts of the other, their dates would be much
happier.
If Sally knew how it got on John's nerves when
she sang off-key while they danced, she would stop
this practice. And if John realized that it set Sally's
teeth on edge when he called her "Babe," he would
adopt another pet name.
Unfortunately, such criticisms are seldom aired.
Co-eds sit up half the night telling each other what
is wrong with the boy friend's technique and man
ners, while in fraternity houses similar masculine
"bull sessions" are raking the faults of the girls
over the coals.
It remained for a smart staff member of the
Stanford Daily to realize that there was a definite
social need for both sexes to come out in the open
with their "gripes." So he asked for contributions
of criticisms from the students. The result was
amazing! Almost every student had his or her own
idea of what was wrong with the social conduct
of the opposite sex.
HERE are the leading reasons college men get
"griped" at the co-eds:
Because they daub lipstick in the middle of their
lips and leave the corners unpainted.
Fireworks popped at Stanford University when the Stanford Dally printed at list of "pet peavea" Itt man and women
tudenta held against each other. Bob Jonea of Oakland, Cal., left, edits the paper, and with Jane Dodge of Los
Angeles, extreme right, conceived the notion of the survey to help students get along more amicably on dates. Sec
ond from left Is Virginia Parker of Pasadena, who has no dating problems herself (naturally), but contributed some
suggestions, anyway. Center Is Wallaoe Brooke of Helena, Mont., student body president, another contributor. Next
Is Sue Clarke, prominent socially and a women's leader, who thinks the survey may help out the orltloal aituatlon.
Survey Made at Stanford University Lists Some of the Reasons Why College Men Get
"Griped" at Co-eds, and Vice-Versa. Discussion of Intimate and Critical
Thoughts of Both Sexes Reveals Many Common Faults
Because they Invariably yell, "O-o-oh, I can't
ride in the rumble seat. I'll get my hair all mussed."
Because they sing off-key while dancing.
Because they giggle when they're not supposed
to and remain blank-faced when we tell a good
joke.
Because they're always fishing for compliments.
Because they gush.
Because they never have a definite answer.
Because they try to affect an Eastern accent'
or a Southern drawl, and consequently sound like
a backwoodsman.
Because they always manage to get immovable
lipstick on our Palm Beach suits.
Because they pretend to be so helpless when
everyone knows, they're hollering for equal rights.
Because straight "A" themselves, they must ask
us about our grades.
Because they delight in running with other fel
lows. ,
THE co-eds were none the less frank in telling
I what thev thought
of the boys. Here's
they're "griped":
Because they can't hold their liquor.
why
Because they can't take a hint not to call any
more.
Because they expect us to stay at home while
they go out with other girls.
Because they pay more attention to the other
girl on a double date (collegiate for a party of two
couples).
Because they insist upon calling us "babes,"
"skirts," etc.
Because they have such a trite line of chatter.
Because they delight in being deliberately tact
less. Because they think they've rented us for the
evening when they take us out.
' Because they take too much for granted.
Because their gasoline supply, unlike their "line,"
is Insufficient to get home on.
Because they call up for dates on a half-hour
notice and are disgruntled when we're unable to
go out.
Because they're always talking about their ex
giris or about that time they REALLY got drunk.
And the crowning insult made by the co-eds, in
view of the rivalry between Stanford and the Uni
versity of California, was:
Because they don't dance as well as the boys
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"Consider the Philosophy of Prospector," Is Famous Reno Preacher's Advice
Happy Because He Looks For "Big Strike" Instead of Worrying About Things He Hasn't
Brswster Adams, for 25 years the spiritual leader of
Reno, Nevada, knows people their faults, good points,
weaknesses and strength. Out of the storehouse of his
msmory, he writes these human, Interesting stories, re
plete with anecdotes, for readers of this magailne. Make
reading Brewster Adams' articles In Five Star Weekly a
regular habit. Editor.
By BREWSTER ADAMS
For 25 Yeara Reno's Baptist Preacher
TO LIVE happily, a man needs two things a
good friend and a cheerful way of looking at
life. v.
This West of ours developed . a man who is
unique the likes or
whom, for friendship
and homely philosophy,
the world has never
seen.
It is the Prospector
the old fellow who goes
wandering over the hill
looking for treasure. It
will cost you something
to know him, for he will
lure you with his
dreams, but you would
be poor Indeed if you
had not shared them.
He is different from
other borrowers. He
doesn't "take you in";
ho "lets you in." Thnt's different. One is creating
an obligation, the other is sharing an opportunity
His risks haven't even the element of chance that
a good risk ought to have. It's like one of our
gamblers who objected to the licensing of his
machine as a game of chance. "There ain't no
chance to it"
His friendship goes down to bedrock. Whenever
he locates a claim he writes your name on a little
piece of paper, puts it into a tobacco can and places
it in the little cairn of rocks which marks his
monument of discovery. Fifty-fifty, it is. A million
Hgainat a few beans. Only he gets the beans.
You just can't turn him away. The other day my
wife took him into the kitchen and gave him half a
pie which I thought to salvage for our next dinner.
"Lady! That's a good pie," complimented old
Joe. "Tiiat's the best pie I've ate since 1 left Ioway
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forty years ago. That's the way I like 'em plenty
of filling between the foot and the hanging walls."
FRIENDSHIP? Can you find a purer proof than
old Bill Webster trying to "do politics" for me
down in southern Nevada. He was terribly handi
capped, as I was a preacher running for tho U. S.
Senate. The only influence in that camp was to buy
drinks.
Bill realized that it did not look just right to
imbibe for a parson so he solved it by calling them
up and saying, "Boys! I'm buying the drinks, hop
ing you'll remember my friend the Reverend. I'm
taking root beer. What's yours?"
It became a joke in the old camp. I got a good
vote for the word went around: "The Reverend
must be a hell of a good preacher when he can get
old Bill to take a soft drink."
Bill, however, hoped I would never run again:
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And the Camera Caught It!
One of a Series of the World's Most Unusual News Photographs
Brewster Adamt
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Off to the hospital goes the vanquished combatant in a duel fourjlit several years ago in France
and an alert cameraman score a "baat." Mambart of party shown carrying off wounded man.
"Doc! I ain't got the water out of my system yet."
Greater friendship hath no man !
DUT it is his philosophy which Intrigues me. He
U has a way of looking at things which gives
him the most unruffled, unworried and unanxious
disposition I have ever met
Sheepherders go crazy. Our asylum is filled with
them. They live alone is the explanation given.
Then why not the prospectors? His life is even
more solitary. No camp-tender visits him. No dogs
surround him. His only accompaniment is the bray
of the burro, which ought to drive him crazy.
The trouble with the sheepherder is that he is all
the time counting his sheep. I think that is the
affliction a lot of other folks suffer which makes
life a constant distraction. The hospitals are filled
with cases of "nerves." I haven't a good name like
psychopathist, so I can't charge a fee, but I do call
on a lot of them.
Down deep I am sure that most of their troubles
are due to just counting sheep. They worry about
what they have and what they have not; about
what they have lost and what is scattered, what
has wandered away, and how many they will have
tomorrow, what might happen to what remains and
where are the strayed, the lost and the stolen. All
of which means worry, anxiety and fear.
THE prospector never worries about losses. He is
100 intent on developing possibilities. Those little
veins and stringers are so filled with promise that
he scarce minds the hard rock. Some philosophy
for life that! ; r '
We have one prospector who Is blind and yet
still successfully works his claims. A blow of his
mSI ?.?" f" "nPloded rtl of dynamite and
blasted his sight He would not quit. So his friends
ran twine for him from his cabin to hie workings.
.Hiu HT" ,fv0W ,the 0UtcrP witl uncanny
touch. And he is happier, though blind, than most
of us who have eyes, but cannot find the treasures
of life.
So the prospector believe that life is a game
and therefor, something that never loses its fasci
nation. The Almighty planted the gold and it Is his
job to locate it.
Copytigfal, 19J6.