This Is No Place for
a Thief
There are thieves at the University. Men in the dormitories
have lost their personal belongings; equipment has been stolen from the
laboratories. There are thieves at the University and they must go, branded as
thieves when detected and sent from this place, whose honor system they have
abused, whose students they have wronged, whose name they have attempted to
blacken.
It is characteristic of the University that it never tries
to evade or sidestep an unpleasant situation. It is characteristic of the
student body that when a meeting was called in chapel Tuesday morning the
building was crowded to its utmost capacity. After the first bitter, scourging
shock of the news of the thefts, the student body’s action was immediate and
vigorous. Class meetings were called after dinner and before the bell began to
ring every class and every school in the University were meeting with the
largest class attendances of the year—meeting to face this problem, to look at
ugly situation in the face and to take a united stand against it.
“This has been a year of solid achievement,” said Dean
Graham Tuesday morning in chapel. Nothing could better emphasize the truth of
that statement than the response of the student body in three hours’ time to
meet this menace of thievery in our midst. The University is sound from the
bottom up; the student body is fine and clean and strong, and their action only
further demonstrates the truth of this.
Now listen, thief or thieves—whether you be one of a
half-dozen,--this is meant for you: If we find you, and we eventually shall, if
you stay here and continue your practice, we will drive you away. There is not
the smallest iota of sympathy here for a thief; there is no intention to try
and reform you, to “give you another chance.” You have desecrated the temple,
you have prostituted the honor of a place that is as dear to us as the “honor
of a woman that we love,”—and you must go. You have committed the unpardonable
sin.
You poor things,--vile moral degenerates, did you think that
this student body would stand for your unclean practices,--this student body?
Do you think you can hide yourself and your insane debauchery in this group of
men? You haven’t a chance. These men are clean and you are befouled, unclean—a
thief. You are the black sheep in a flock of white ones. Thief, or thieves,
leave here now while you have a chance to save your sneaking faces,--leave here
before you have been hurled form our gates with the brand upon you—a loathsome
thing that no man will come near.
You were offered citizenship in the cleanest and freest
community in the world, you were given a chance to be men, along with your
comrades, thinking your own lives through, and mastering the situations that
beset you. Instead you have let thievery master you, you have bartered away
your individuality to be the slave of theft. You were given a chance “to see
God,” you have buried your faces in the slime.
There can be no excuse for such as you, you have attempted to
dishonor a place whose worth you have never realized,--and you must go!
Carolina has no welcome for a thief!
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