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COLUMNS
February 15, 1945
COLUMN
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timen during the collegiate year
Kfiitor in Chief
AHntM iiite editor
Managing editor
An»intant
News editor
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Feature editor
Exchange editor
Sports repoi tern
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Heligious reporter
Literary editor
STAFF
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1‘hotoyraphic manager Sta.m.ky Lkwih
Copy reader Gkack LASsnra
Typists Moi.i.ik Fkahi.vc;, Si.k Hoiikh, Loi’ikk
M()R(iAN, John Pkury, Mattik S.nkad
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Make-up manager Mary Lkk Hoikikh
Assistants Jkax Ai.i.kn, PJvki.yn Ann Garrktt
Circulation managers Sam Lkiikw.
CitARI.KH SKI.NNKK. AI.I.YXK Sm ITII
SubHcrlption rate for non residents:
for collegiate year. $1.00; single copy. 15c
Students Pay Only 65% Of Their Exp enses
To .some of us this may be an astonishing
stattinent, but it is true: If this were a private'
ristitution where the students had to pay the THE NEW YEAR HAS COME
f jll expenses of the college, they would have to it was early New Year’s morning.
j l-‘*y approximately S?485, whereas they pay only ■ i gazed at the glorious sunrise and
: ;320. In other words, for every student in col-1realization that another
I Ifcfo'e ;;omeone is paying $165. Those students I gone, leaving a new one in
who get a service scholarship, pay in money a i Already this year seemed
! =till smaller percentage of their expenses. i i hold
^ Ian abundance of joy and happiness
for everyone all over the world.
As I continued to look, my eyes
filled with tears; and out of the mist
seemed to appear the Statue of
Liil)erty, so proud and stately and
yet so real. “Liberty for all man
kind.” 1 thought: and numerous
resolutions l>egan to form in my
mind—the greatest of these to keep
faith in God and help restore that
faith in others.
Then I dried my tears and began
the day with this little prayer:
"Dear God, help us to be strong
and brave that, when peace comes
to all the world, we may be wait
ing to do our part toward a new
world; and help us to keep faith in
Thee through joy or sorrow or pain.
May victory come soon! Guide and
direct us, dear Father, toward a
lasting peace. Amen.”
—Grace Turnage.
iHleiit IntGrludes
SCRIPTURE THOUGHT
. . wisdom in above rubie.s.”—Job 28; 18b.
Congratulations, Chosen Ones
To the new members of the honorary fraterni
ties on Louisburg College campus, “(Columns”
gives heartiest congratulations: to those in the
commercial department who have earned member
ship in Alpha Pi Epsilon, to those in the liberal
arts department who have earned membership
in Phi Theta Kappa, to the diligent workers in
for membership in Beta Phi Gamma. May hap
piness in each fraternity be theirs. May they
keep before them the vision of the ideal.
During the past ten years, the college has
awarded $159,1^43 in service scholarships.
The college gives free scholarships amount
ing to approximately $1080 each year. In addi
tion to this donation there is available $3,600 in
loan funds for students.
One of the major contributions to the college
was that of Benjamin N. Duke in 1907. His
father, Washington Duke, had through loans to
the college become by 1891 virtual owner. Upon
the death of the father in 1907 the son pre
sented the property to the North Carolina
Methodist Church free of all financial obliga
tions. Another outstanding contributor to the
college was Mr. R. N. Wright, who gave the Pat-
tie Ju ia Wright Dormitory and valuable proper
ty in Durham. Other benefactions of the college
that have caused a reduction in our expenses
have been appropriations from the North Caro
lina Methodist Conference, dividends from the
endowment funds of the college, the National
Youth Administration, and numerous small gifts
from private individuals. Also the property on
which Louisburg College is located goes free of
taxes.
Does it not make some of us feel little in our
shoes to know that we have not taken better
advantage of our opportunities? Does it not
make us want to take full advantage of every
opportunity we have to secure what education
we can, knowing that someone e’se is taking a
considerable part of the burden of expenses from
our shoulders? Do we not owe it to the college
to study hard and make the best use of our op
portunities and hear less grudgingly our priva
tions? May we not ask ourselves what we are
doing day by day to pay back the $165 that
benefactors of our school have paid for each
of us.
TO LOUISBURG COLLEGE
O sturdy oaks. O columns straight
and tall.
O corridors that speak of knowledge
and God.
Give us thy challenge, help us to be
strong
As with our faltering steps thy
paths are trod.
O sturdy oaks, O columns straight
and tall.
Hold straight thy paths, for youth
is treading here:
Give us thy challenge; help us to
be strong
For youth, though daring, yet may
often fear.
—Mary Frances Oakley.
Save It, Please!
Perhaps a botany student could tell you more
about the manufacture of paper, but, whether
we know how it is manufactured or not, we all
see its u.sefulness to civilized man—it seems like
one of his necessities. Today in a major crisis
when so much more paper is needed and when
much needed labor is scarce we, the masses, find
(uite a shortage of paper. We see in pub’ica-
tions a cheaper grade of paper, smaller type,
and scrimped margins. Some newspapers are
giving no added subscriptions; some are cutting
the number of pages. The Raleigh News and
Observer has asked persons getting two copies—
perhaps, one for office and another for home—
to get only one copy, allowing .some non-sub
scriber the extra copy. The grocers are asking
customers to take their bags when shopping.
Paper drives have been widely announced. In
our dining hall we all have certainly been aware
of the shortage of paper napkins. The college
has already been notified that the 1945 quota of
dictionaries (Webster’s Fifth Edition, the Eng
lish Department’s beloved) is only 54, just 70
per cent of the 1942 purchase.
With such a shortage and such a need for con
servation of paper, are we at Louisburg aiding
sufTicient'y? Are we not daily wasting paper?
How many of us have filled countless sheets of
paper aimlessly scribbing nothings—maybe in
classes? Or how many have hastily wadded up
sheet after sheet with only a bit of error made?
Perhaps, if we are more alert to a need, we will
be more helpful: using the back sides—writing
neatly—using a scrap piece when possible. May
be the large waste baskets in the typing room
could be somewhat less mearly filled—not quite
spilling over, at least. In practice work could
the other side sometimes be used? Have you
seen the Publication’s Room file? Perhaps we
could all make such a file an advantage—to our
selves—to the war effort.
The Charlotte Observer, offering a solution,
suggested that old love letters be turned in as
scrap paper; but such sweetness might gum up
the presses. Perhaps it is best to keep our ex
pressions of sentiment anyway, but there are
ways in which all as college students can help
in this shortage. Let’s be alert to a national
program. Let’s start a conservation program
on our campus—conservation of paper.
CDear
ear ^amuij
Dear Mom:
Well, I guess you got some mail the other
day—from the college. So did I. (Gulp!) It—
^^sn^-^^ood-^was it? I supnose J have to
We must try during these days,
weeks, and months of the new year
. . . . to become the persons we
want to be; to mold our minds in the
way of wisdom, knowledge, and
temperance; our hearts in the way
of faith, hope, and love; our souls
in the way of God.—Carol Bessent.
“Coliinin.s” to me is a part of Louis
burg College. My feeling toward
this paper is that it is just as im
portant as the chapel, the clubs,
even the daily classes. Through the
publication of this paper I can
visualize the accomplishments of my
classmates and fellow students, and
my sincere gratitude is extended to
those who have so diligently labored
to present to every student the heart
of Louisburg College.
—Clifford Cutrell.
take Epglish Comp. over. That Chemistry didn’t
look so good—and Phys. Ed.— Mom, I just
can’t play basketball! My feet always get in
somebody’s way. Someone said skipping class
counted off. I haven’t missed many times
though. The other day I went to the show, and
one day I went to Raleigh. I missed class those
days—^nd the last weekend I went home. But,
Mom, a fellow can’t be pinned down to the same
old routine all the time. Are you really ex
pecting a lot of me? It makes me feel a little
sick to recall your telling me Dad is trying to
give me the opportunities he missed as a boy.
Well, about the grades: Mr. Kilby wrote some
of us boys little notes the other day. Oh—they
—he—Oh! I am on probation for six weeks.
V^es—grades! But Mom, if you cut down on my
allowance anymore, I won’t be ab!e to go to the
show, basketball games, Cicero’s, or anywhere.
Yes, Mom, I know I said I would do better this
time. Maybe I can yet. I do hope to; so please
don’t cut my allowance.
Your promising son, Willie.
NOT ONCE BUT COUNTLESS
TIMES
Who said that opportunity knocks
but once? Reality proves this to be
but a fantastic idea for, if we would
only stop and look, we should see
that each day opportunity stands
wth an open door waiting for us,
begging us to cross the threshold.
But no, we’re in too big a hurry;
there’s something else to do.
Life itself is opportunity; so, if
man lives rightly, whatever is need
ful shall be found. Poverty, suf
fering, even death teach us life’s
value; their dark shadows bid us
win while there is yet time to work
"i'!!?; thqt thev alonp ran
offer, to lay the stress of all our
hoping and doing in the things that
cannot pass away. Opportunity is
not a hidden element presenting it
self to only a chosen few. There is
no need to seek endlessly and fruit
lessly. A spoken word, a mere ac
tion, a class, a new acquaintance—
any one of these everyday occur
rences offers an opportunity to make
one more step along the way.
Defeated is the person who uses
that so often repeated expression,
“I can’t”; lost is he who says “I
won’t.” or “I shan’t.” If we would
but cast these phrases permanently
from our vocabulary and say ‘‘I will,”
each day would offer a snow-white
page to start anew—wings with
which to flee from lonely, darkened
places to the success, happiness, and
fullness of life that was meant for
everyone.
—Barbara Howard.
To
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(Edited by managing editor)
every question, statement, or problem
there are two sides—the serious and the ridicu
lous. I present some of the ridiculous.
Miss Merritt: “Two words will describe it;
one begins with a ‘p’, and the other begins
with an ‘f’.”
Fred Davis: “Personification.”
Question on a geography exam: “In which
continent had you rather live? Why?”
Dot E: “Neither.”
Experienced basketball player: “W’hat posi
tion do you play? Guard or forward?”
New player: “I don’t know.”
Experienced player: “Backward, huh?”
“Some students are letting their college edu
cation interfere with their studies.”
The Tiger, Clemson College.
“Nothing is so bad because it’s forbidden;
It’s forbidden because it’s bad.”
Creek Pebbles, Campbell College.
“We are now on our proving ground. Today
we must follow, for tomorrow we shall lead.”
The Lezihipep, Lexington, H. S.
ANIMALS ON OUR CAMPUS
I have lived in Louisburg my en
tire life, but never before this year
have I seen so many animals on
Louisburg College campus.
The animal I have seen most is
the squirrel. He makes his home
among the oaks of our campus and
alw'ays seems to be busily at work
gathering nuts for the coming winter.
Another animal on our campus is
the dogs. Two dogs, Mike and
Queenie, may be found at almost any
place at any time. Mike, Jimmy
Ragland’s dog, spent most of his
time at Mills High School last year;
but, when Jimmy graduated. Mike
graduated with him; now both are
attending Louisburg College. Queen
ie is at most times sitting under the
nut tree beside Wright Building
gazing up into it, waiting for a squir
rel to appear in order that she may
have something to bark at.
I think that, by observing the
animals, we, the human beings,
might learn something. If we would
store up knowledge as the squirrel
stores up food, we might think how
much better off we would be. If we
made our attendance to class as
regular as the dogs come on the
campus, we would have far more
quality points at the end of the year.
—Cheathan Alston.
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Of the two dogs on our campus,
one has a quiet dignity and a man
ner that indicate that he must have
To me “(’oliunns” is a chest of mem
ories: at my will I may delve into
that chest and relive many pleasant
happenings of college life. Through
“(’olumns” one may express one’s
feelings. “Columns” is a monument—
a monument of memories, of high
ideals, a monument of inspiration
to young journalists who warm at
the fires of writing.
—Barbara Thorson^
education, too. He almost always
comes to some class during each day.
Because he is always promptly dis
missed, I fear he will begin to be
lieve he is not wanted. Although
he may have sensed that he is not
wanted, he is persistent in his effort
to gain an education. Perhaps he
wishes someone would teach him,
too.
The second and only other dog
I know of here is rather different.
He rarely frequents a classroom, but
he is always ready to go to the din
ing hall.
—Elsie L. Willis.
On our campus I have seen quite
a few different animals, both wild
and domestic. The squirrels that
play in the oaks on the campus are
the most graceful animals that I
have ever seen. When I see a squir
rel up in the top of one of those tall
oaks, and he jumps out into what
seems to be thin air and then catches
on a small limb, I have seen one
of nature's most skillful acrobats.
Like all performers these little acro
bats sometimes fall; unlike people,
when the squirrels fall from a great
height, they do not seem to be hurt,
for. if they hit the ground, they
climb back up the tree and begin to
play again. Their performance is a
wonderful sight to see.
—Roscoe Arnold.
The squirrels on our campus never
trouble anyone. They have a big
time among themselves out in the
big oaks, cracking and eating their
acorns. They are fun to watch as
they scamper after one another.
—Cecil Stroud.
GOD’S MESSENGERS
God’s messengers are not the tools
of war.
His messages do not engrave the
sky.
God’s messengers are little children.
And Christ was once a little child.
God’s messengers are not the power
seekers.
His messages do not engender fear.
God’s messengers are humble Chris
tians,
As humble as are little children.
God’s messages are love and peace;
And Christ, the Holy Child, was
God’s first message.
—Mary Frances Oakley.
Because of the training which
come through struggle, I would
[were I in high school again] take
the subjects most disagreeable to
me and force myself to learn to give
these my best attention whether I
like them or not.
—Marion Smith.