Page Four
COLUMNS
May 4, 1949
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United Nations Message
Delivered by Hobgood
Hamilton Hobgood, resident and
lawyer of Louisburg, spoke in chap
el on “The United Nations.” He
professed three classes into which
the people of the world could be
categorized: confirmed Christians,
Communists, and amiable nonem-
tities. These groups, he said, are
all responsible for the wars which
have manifested themselves since
the beginning of the recorded his
tory; therefore the United Nations
is attempting to prevent the hatch
ing of another “nest of the eggs
of war.”
The U. N. is made up of The
General Assembly, the Security
Council, the World Court, and the
Secretariat, The General Assembly,
made up of 58 nations, is vested
with equal representation of votes.
The Security Council, with eleven
members, has five active members,
one of which can veto the legisla
tion of the other four. The World
Court is to the world, as the Su-
pi-eme Court is to the United
States, and is the final law be
tween nations. The Secretariat, an
administration unit, is presided ov
er at present by a Norwegian; the
next presiding officer will be from
Brazil.
Mr. Hobgood has appeared in
chapel several times before here at
L. C.
Mrs. Milner Lectures at Chapel
Mrs. Ernestine Cookson Milner,
personnel director of psychology at
Guilford College, spoke to the stu
dent body on Friday, March 11, on
the subjects of choosing a mar
riage partner and being happy in
marriage. Bringing out the im
portance of listening to elders, she
told of the effects of —“romantic
moods,” or, as she said, “a star of
idolization of the person with whom
one is in love.” In this state, she
said, one must be careful not to be
so carried away that one does not
consider racial, religious, national,
and social differences in the two
personalities contemplating the
marriage union.
Mrs. Milner stressed long ac
quaintance and prudence as two
most important factors in mar
riage. “It is a contract, not a sac
rament,” she said, “however, it
must have spiritual background.
She also pointed out that in mar
riage, frequent serious discussions
between a man and a woman help
to avert conflicts, which usually
arise out of mutual misunderstand
ing.
Mrs. Milner spoke Thursday
morning, March 10, at the chapel
hour and she lectured at the “Y”
Thursday. There was an informal
tea after the “Y” held by Miss
Stipe in honor of Mrs. Milner. The
tea was attended by the officers
of the “Y’s” and the members of
the student councils.
Wife of the president of Guilford
College, Mrs. Milner, A. B., B. S.,
A. M., is associate professor of
psychology at that college. Mrs.
Milner has devoted much study
and gained much in the field of
social life of young people.
WSSF DRIVE HELD
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dent, and Dan Bowers, faculty, are
in charge of the local drive.
Intra-dormitory competition and
personal solicitation are the meth
ods used in collecting the funds.
To date, only one student has not
contributed to the fund in the day
student and apartment section. The
other dormitories are further short
of their quota, but the drive will
continue through May.
The drive was helped along by
talk by Miss Ruth Merritt in
chapel, Tuesday, April 19. Miss
Merritt stressed the needs of the
foreign students and urged that all
stuaents contribute to the cause.
FLEENOR ON LOllERS
It is high time that someone took
upon himself to classify the larger
part of the lovers on this campus;
so please allow me to let my hair
down and speak freely. Since I’m
going to talk about lovers I might
as well get down to facts and di
vide them up into categories. In
order to have a few friends left
I will refrain from mentioning
names.
We have on the campus the most
gone case of them all, “The Pris
oners of Love.” They are the ones
who just can’t possibly stay away
from each other. One can’t even
eat away from the other. You see
them waiting as long as thirty
minutes in the chow hall, drooling
at the mouth from hunger, patient
ly waiting until the other half falls
in. It’s a funny thing, these types of
lovers either get married in no
time or something happens, and
they’re never seen together again.
Maybe the new face got old, but
still it’s a funny thing. Then
there’s “The Eager” type. These
lovers just can’t get close enough
to each other. They are always
holding hands or — just holding.
“The Mush” type, is always good
for kicks. They are noticed most
ly in the chow hall just staring at
each other but not speaking. This
goes on day after day and they
continue their staring and smiling
but nothing else happens. “The
Bashful” type is very much like
“The Mush” type, but they smile
more than they stare. It takes this
type a little longer to get started
but when they do they “go wild
for awhile.” “The Intelligent” type
puzzles me most. These couples
go around acting like they’ve been
married fifty years. They are iso
lated from the public eye, espec
ially at times. “The Fouled Up”
type is the most pathetic. They
are forever doing the wrong thing
at the right time and the right
thing at the wrong time. (Males
constitute the largest majority in
this class.) Everything is mellow
for three or four days and neither
he fouls up or she does, and this
confusion causes them to part in
definitely, and they are off again
on a big tangent getting fou’ed up
again with someone else. The last
type I can think of is, “The
Happy-Go-Lucky.” This type op
erates alone and does not strike
until it has the urge. A bum steer
does not bother them. They just
smile and direct their interest in
another direction just as intensely
as before. These lucky people us
ually stay in a good mood and are
ready for almost any situation.
How many lovers do you feel
should be classified differently ?
“Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
“Ae farewell, and then forever!”
VC^Iiat^s W^rong
Wttli College
Baseball?
Wildcats Fall
to P. J. C.
After defeating them in their
first game. Coach Boyd’s Wild
cats fell before the onrushing tide
of the PJC Redbirds by a score of
13 to 5. The Redbirds banged 15
hits off two Wildcat pitchers and
the L. C. diamonders collected five
off one Redbird pitcher.
The Redbirds collected two runs
in each the first and second in
nings and kept adding to their
tally throughout the game.
The loss gave the Wildcats a to
tal of two wins for three losses for
a percentage of .400 in the confer
ence.
Rowe and Stewart; Davenport,
Stallings (7) and Wynn, Young
(7).
To the type of man who will not
accept defeat, a difficulty is but a
challenge.—Dan W’ynn, ’49.
RECREATION ROOM
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through Friday and 8:00 to 10:00
p. m. Saturday. These hours are
now experimental, but President
Samuel Holton says that they will
probably remain as they are.
KNEES, QUIT KNOCKING!
If baseball’s the national pas
time—why has it fallen to third
rank behind football and basket
ball on the nation’s campuses ?
Why is it a dying sport at col
leges—played by few and watched
by mere hundreds ?
Varsity, the Young Man’s Mag
azine asked these questions of Babe
Ruth, Branch Rickey, and Red
Rolfe (among others) in its April
issue. Their answers blame it on
factors ranging from the weather
to baseball thievery. But let them
tell it in their own words . . .
Babe Ruth
“What hurts college baseball is
mainly the colleges themselves.
While they permit our national pas
time to lag on their campuses, foot
ball has received such over-emphas
is that one poll showed that the
average salary of football coaches
is 20'/f more than professors’ sal
aries. They offer college ball play
ers no publicity, no scholarships,
and they rarely go out to hunt for
high school talent.”
Branch Rickey
“Varsity Magazine heard college
baseball put the blame on organized
baseball—but I’ve told colleges that
if they’d stay out of the pro field,
we’d stay out of the college field.
There isn’t a pro ball club in the
country that doesn’t have written
evidence—in quantity—that some
colleges have induced talented ball
players to enter school. The boys
are kept in college on such terms
as we’d call professionalism.”
Red Rolfe
“Back in the days when I coach
ed Yale, I found no lack of inter
est in baseball. I think the situa
tion today can be remedied—and
so I’ll use Varsity Magazine’s col
umns to suggest these points to
college authorities:
1—Organize baseball coaching
staffs the way you do in football.
2—Emphasize games with out
standing rivals, and invite certain
classes to have reunions on those
dates.
3—Get better publicity for the
players and games.
4—Provide better uniforms and
equipment.
5—Support and promote the
National Collegiate Athletic As
sociation championships — since
the idea of a national collegiate
champion stirs the injagination,
and wall revive public and student
interest.”
Ed. note: Someone left this ar
ticle in the form clipped from a
paper in the publication room. It
may seem archaic due to the fact
that Babe Ruth has long since died,
but the editors thought the arti
cle timely.)
Did your knees ever shake so
that you could hardly stand ? Did
you ever break out in a sweat
while your teeth were chattering ?
Then, brother, you’ve been scared!
And, too, you know just how I felt
as I removed from the mail box—
the small envelop which contained
my grades addressed to my fath
er.
From the time of my arrival
home for the holidays until the
ai-rival of my grades, I had abso
lutely no rest or peace of mind. I
chewed fingernails, I cracked
knuckles, and I even read a bit of
Shakespeare in order to take my
mind off that dreaded event—the
arrival of my grades. I consumed
sleeping pill after sleeping pill
trying to sleep at nights. I arose
bright and early each morn; so I
could beat my dad to the post of
fice. I lived in constant fear that
he might beat me to the draw and
see before I did those innocent
looking symbols of the alphabet
(you know, the ABS’s) which ap
peared on that list of parachment
that was probably once a tall ma
jestic pine, proudly tipping its
greencapped head to each breeze
that passed its humble abode.
(Whew! Glad I struggled past that
one!)
Finally that fateful day came.
I arose early as usual unaware that
that “bit of parchment” had ar
rived. I dashed a bit of water on
my face and raced madly down
stairs to get my breakfast which
I gulped down like a madman. I
jumped in the car and raced wild
ly downtown. Up to the post of
fice I arrived with a cloud of dust
and a hearty screech! I
leaped from the old Ford, and with
a few leaps and bounds I faced our
box, No. 34, to be exact. I peered
inside and there was an envelope
there! Sweat began to pop, knees
began to knock, and bits of Shakes
peare began to run through my
mind. (By the way, if I can quote
him, why did I flunk him ? I guess
I shall never know.) My breath
came in short pants. I stretched a
quivering hand toward ole 34 when
a horrible thought struck me. No!
It couldn’t be! But, yes, 1 bad for
gotten the combination. Finally I
arrived at a solution. I would ask
the postmaster for it. With a trem
bling voice I said, “Please, oh,
please let me have it.” With a
hand that trembled even more than
my voice I took the letter and
clasped it to my chest. “Oh, please,
pretty please, dear grades, be
good!”
Then another horrible thought
struck me. It was addressed to Dad.
I debated with myself for at least
a full 15 seconds before opening
it. My heart was going like Gene
Kelly’s drums as I tore off the
flap. I furiously ripped out the
grades and finally dared to take a
peep. I let our a war whoop (In
dian ancestry, you know,) and fair
ly flew out of the post office and
back home. Dad and mom said they
were o. k., and I became for a few
moments the happiest person
alive.
P. S.. I didn’t need pills to sleep
that night. No person ever slept
more soundly or longer than did I
on that most joyous night.
Meet Your Friends
AT
O’NEAL’S
Elmer Best
o
Chosen for
the position
o f Who’s
Who in this
issue of
COLUMNS
is a person
whom the
e d i t o r’s
deem very
worthy of
of the hon
or. Elmer Best, a senior hailing
from Stumpy Point, N. C., is the
choice.
Heretofore, Who’s Who seemed
to be in a rut naming the traits
and qualities of the person in
choice. It seems that it will stay
in that rut for this time, too; for
how can one refrain from mention
ing that Elmer has a wonderful
sense of humor, a grand personal
ity, and an air of dependability un
surpassed? Elmer becomes a part
of that which is around him. He,
so to speak, “has his finger in
many pies” and has yet to spoil
his first “pies.” He makes a grand
friend, but seems to hate the idea
of becoming an enemy to anyone.
If one needs help in his studies or
any way that Elmer can help him,
he has but to go to him and re
ceive that help.
Elmer has proved to be a very
capable president of the Y. M. C.
A., having been elected after the
former president left school. He
has held a leading role in almost
every college dramatic production
since he came here and is a mem
ber of Delta Psi Omega, honorary
dramatic fraternity. He was re
cently initiated into the campus
chapter of Phi Theta Kappa, an
other honorary fraternity.
At present he is one of the em
ployees or clerks in the “Dope
Shop.” He greets everyone cordial
ly, treats the customers with re
spect and with equality.
COLUMNS will not say the us
ual, “He has proved to be worthy
of having the Who’s Who distinc
tion.” It will say that it is proud
to have the honor of carrying him
as Who’s W^ho. All health to you,
Elmer Best.
MAY DAY FESTIVITIES
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gy Ivey, Peggy Manning, Olivia
Martin and Betty Strother.
The program and festivities are
under the direction of Mr. Bowers
and Miss Hill. Miss Foster will
assist with the music for the dances
and songs.
While urging his staff to coop
erate, the editor of COLUMNS re
ceived thos ijeply: “Too many cooks
spoil the broth.” To which he
quickly replied, “Not enough cooks
make no broth at all.”
BENTON & GREEN
BROTHERS
FURNITURE
Louisburg, N. C.
A Step Ahead in Styles
A Mile Ahead in Values
FOX’S
LOinSBURG
DRY CLEANERS
1‘ressing - Cleaning
Altering
I^ouisburg, N. C.
Hazel Roberson
FLORIST
Flowers For All Occasions
Louj.-burg, N. C.
lour Drug Store
Norris and Hollingsworth
Candies
Louisburg s Best
Department Store
WESTERN AUTO
Associate Store
It Pays
to Look Well
It pays to buy at
TONKEL’S
Louisburg, N. C.
GET
THAT SHARP LOOK
CITY BARBER
SHOP
Everything for the Automobile
Louisburg, N. C.
Where lou Get
Clipped
And Like It
WHEELER’S
BARBER SHOP
Home Owned
by
R. W. KNOTT
Where Smart
People Shop.