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Columns
February 25, 1964
Squirrels... Nuts... Noodles...
Lee Roy Durden has his own personal filing cabinet—for call-downs,
that is.
I generally take long, leaping steps myself, but the other day the
“Roadrunner” was taking one step to my three.
When he stands up, you only see a mass of shiny skin. When he lifts
his head, a twelve-inch smile appears and the audience roars with laughter.
. . . They call him, “Mr. V.”
One day two old ladies went for a tramp in the woods, but he got away.
A Model “T” Ford is like a school room because it has a lot of little
nuts inside with a crank up front.
A wolf is a big dame hunter.
Lady Godiva was the world’s greatest gambler because she put every
thing she had on a horse.
A baby usually wakes up in the wee-wee hours of the morning.
That beady-eyed, boney dog with ground-dragging ears is still follow
ing Mr. Wagner.
Have you seen Mr. Wagner scanning the stock market page? He has
invested in Benzedrex and is watching for dividends.
Mr. Williams; Becky, have you heard the latest news?
Becky: No! Please tell me!
Mr. Williams: Why should 1 know? It hasn’t come out yet.
It has been suggested by a few people that Louisburg College offer a
particular course next semester. The course suggested is —101 Bridge,
and it would carry —3 semester hours credit, although time spent on the
course would probably be equal to +9 semester hours credit in some
other field of a more academic nature.
The Campus Squirrel
First Impressions
Of Mexico
By Nelson Tapson
(Continued from the January 17 issue)
The car being again in working
order, I decided to leave. Enrique
insisted that I stay because of the
danger of Mexican roads at night.
He convinced me when he told me
of how some “gringos” in a white
Cadillac had run into one of their
prize burros not many nights ago
and not only killed themselves but
the burro too. I asked Enrique where
the hotel was and he answered, “no
iz -otel, but you come in my house.”
I was anxious to see the inside of a
Mexican’s home, and 1 liked Enrique
with his big black mustache and
shiny black hair. So I accepted his
invitation.
Enrique’s father was a small man
with a long white beard. He wore
loose-fitting slacks and a loud sport
shirt and "guaraches” (leather san
dals). He was very dark-complected
due to his Indian blood and the years
he had been in the relentless Mex
ican sun. The wrinkles on his face
seemed to be an inch deep and the
candle cast eerie shadows on his
caved-in face. He greeted me in
Spanish and shook my hand with so
much gusto that it created a draft.
Enrique’s mother greeted me in
much the same manner, but she
used no Spanish whatever. She was
a plump woman and in spite of her
matronliness, she seemed really
alive. Her eyes seemed fathomless.
The pools of liquid brown had an
almost hypnotizing effect. The rest
of the family 1 gathered was older
than Enrique and had moved to the
bigger cities of Mexico.
We had arrived just in time for
supper and again 1 panicked. I
thought of all the stories I had heard
of the uncleanliness of the Mexican
food. Only a week ago a friend had
warned me of a severe diarrhea
known as “Montezuma’s Revenge”
or the “Aztec Two-Step.” Think
ing of the American image, I de
cided to eat anything and everything
put before me. Enrique, his father,
and I sat at the table whUe the
senora served us the various courses
of the meal. We started with soup,
which was followed by a real Mex
ican tomale which was wrapped in
corn husk. I decided against eating
the husk. A salad made of only-the-
Lord-above-knows-what was served.
There must have been some chili
in it though because I was sure the
lining in my mouth was shriveling
and dying. 1 was glad that there was
no electricity, for in the candlelight
the ten shades of red my whole body
turned were not visible, nor were
the tears in my eyes.
While we ate, a feeble conversa
tion was carried on in which I
learned that this family was the
family in El Tepetate. The father had
made his fortune in Mexico City
many years before, and when he was
nearly fifty years old he returned to
his home town and married the
senora, thirty years his junior. He
had built this “elaborate” house
which was in the Spanish style with
the rooms surrounding a center
patio which I later found out was a
beautiful tropic garden.
The food kept coming, course
after course, and I ate until I thought
I would explode. We had beef served
in a delicious tomato sauce, “frijoles”
(beans), “tortillas” (a tasteless, flat,
circular com bread), fruit, and more
of that wonderful coffee with milk.
I left early the next morning after
the whole family had given me their
“ambrazos” which are bear hugs,
and another round of vigorous hand
shakes. They would take no money
for all their services, and I felt a
little embarrassed when I thought
of how hospitable these Mexicans
had treated me. How many people
in the States would have treated a
member of Enrique’s family in the
same way they treated me? I am sure
I wouldn’t have. I felt warm all over
and not all from the salad we had
the night before.
This regard I felt for Mexicans in
general soon vanished when I
stopped to fill up at the next gas sta
tion. I was practically attacked. Six
men came from nowhere and started
“checking” my car. One man talked
to me during the whole operation to
keep me busy. One fellow assured
me that 1 was a quart low on oil,
while another removed my radiator
cap. One fellow tried to sell me a
Coke while another checked the air
in my tires and for some reason the
hubcaps. The sixth pumped gas. I
rescued the radiator cap, checked
the oil myself (it was full), refused
the Coke, made sure 1 had all my
hubcaps, and then overpaid the gas
t)ill almost a dollar, not being used
to the Mexican currency. 1 felt
miserable.
Once on the road again, 1 re
gained my happiness listening to the
"mariacher” and “rancheros” on the
radio. These songs were loud and
not really beautiful, but they were
alive and a part of Mexico. 1 felt
good as I sped on toward Mexico
City.
(Continued in next issue)
ARE YOU ALIVE?
(Continued from page 2)
wallowing in an overabundance of
protection, and never realizing that
you are no longer a child?
You, it has been said, represent
the future of tomorrow. You are
destined, though perhaps not by
choice, to be the leaders of tomor
row’s world. From your generation
could come the world's greatest
leaders in history. But, can you be
all this with no preparation? Can
you lead the world if you consider
yourself incapable of leading your
self? What preparation have you
made toward leadership? None, if
you are a child! You cannot even
make the simple rules governing
your daily life for you have accepted
them typed and handed to you by
others; you have not made decisions
to help yourself grow; therefore, you
allow your ideas, both good and bad
naturally, to be smothered by others
or either by yourself because you are
too weak-minded to act. Was not
your brain made to think and decide
just as the brain of many others? If
so, why let it cease to function? If
you permit yourself to be enclosed,
pushed down, or shoved aside, is
this the preparation that will help
you lead the people of tomorrow, or
even exist in tomorrow?
How can you, the individual,
develop yourself? How can you pre
pare for intelligent and reliable de
cisions on important matters? You
cannot be the leader needed if you
do not develop your independence
to consider and choose continually.
You need the chance to become a
real individual. You need the chance
to consider and choose solutions to
situations concerning yourself. You
need the chance to make mistakes,
learning how to take them in your
stride and how to profit from them.
You need to be independent, in cer
tain areas, to think and decide. You
need to accept more responsibility
in governing your life wherever you
go. You need the right to depart
from the shield which many various
forces have put between you and life.
Life is reality, both good and bad.
Reality is both the fortunes and mis
fortunes of life. It is happiness,
pleasure, tragedy, disappointment.
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you are faced with this world, who
will shield you then? A mighty blow
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to fight extremely hard to keep your
existence in the world. You may find
yourself suddenly lost, and then.
Child, you will be forced to grow!
So, Child, the present is now; this
is where you must begin! Prepara
tion in the present will take care of
the future! Look around and find,
consider, choose, and speak. Be
heard; Oh, Child, wherever you be,
grow, grow, grow!
Columns Addition
Columns welcomes to the staff
three new writers this semester. Mus-
salum Shammut, a Jordanian stu
dent formerly serving with the Ye
men Delegation to the United
Nations, will be presenting our
readers with a comprehensive sur
vey of international news briefs
(see page 1). Mr. Shammut plans
to include in this his analysis of some
of the news happenings around the
earthly sphere beginning with our
March issue.
Bill Mowbray, president of the
Men’s Student Government Asso
ciation and long respected around
campus as a dynamic and energetic
leader has assumed the responsi
bility of Sports Editor. Although this
is Mr. Mowbray’s first official con
nection with the publication, we feel
sure his excellent article “The Sixth
Man” won him many reading fans
last semester, (see page three)
Feature Editor for this semester
;s Nancy B. Berger. Miss Berger is
no newcomer to Columns — her
poetry has contributed importantly
to ‘The Collegian” section of the
paper throughout the preceding se
mester, and her creative talents
should be a boom to the publication
in the future, (see page five) Among
her many other duties is the editor
ship of our school annual. The Oak.
HURRICANES STREAK
HALTED
(Conlinued from page 3)
William & Mary 81 Louisburg 59
The absence of the two big men
was evident more than ever in Louis-
burg’s poorest showing thus far this
season as they dropped their third
straight while on the road. William
& Mary checked Louisburg this time
and held them to 59 points.
Louisburg 63 Ferrum 61
The slumping Louisburg Hurri
canes barely escaped defeat tonight
against a team they had previously
crushed by 27 points. L. C. managed
to hold on to a 63-61 victory over
Ferrum College behind the scoring
of Bobby Howard, Doug Reid, and
Bennie Dean. Howard and Reid each
hit for 14 points and Dean added
12 more.
Louisburg 83 Roanoke 78
Louisburg squeezed past Roanoke
83-78 for their second straight vic
tory on their two-day road trip. Vic
tories have been coming hard earned
for L. C. in recent games. Tonight
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You have probably never paid
any real attention to me as you go
across campus, but I’ve paid plenty
of attention to you; 1 observe your
every move. It’s much easier for me
to follow your actions than for you
to follow mine; all 1 have to do is
settle back on a comfortable branch,
and now that the leaves have gone
there is nothing to obstruct my view.
I enjoy Main campus most of all
because there I can watch the sleepy,
late, and cramming students as they
go to class. Although it is rather sad
to be late to class, it is comical to
see students still dressing as they
run across front campus dodging
mud; the girls (combing their hair)
and the boys (brushing their teeth)
are trying desperately to balance
their books—if they have any. Yes,
these few late-comers do stir up
some cloudy water in the once lucid
mud holes as they speed across
campus, but nothing can compare
to the 11:55 a.m. stampede when a
hungry omnivorous race for first
honors in the lunch line and in the
mean time deplete the mud holes
entirely of all their content. At that
point of the day, I wonder how my
Doug Reid poured in 27 points to
lead the Hurricanes.
Louisburg 103 Danville 70
To the delight of a large Home
coming crowd, the Hurricanes com
pletely dominated Danville Tech to
night and crushed the visitors 103-
70. Louisburg was behind 4-0 in the
early moments of the game, but that
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arboreal abode will last until the
twelve o’clock class scavengers are
released. I really don’t mind the
shaking except that I’m sure that if
a seismograph were anywhere
around it would have recorded an
earthquake long ago.
I do have one camplaint; as long
as I have been living here, this has
been the first year that any student
has invaded my habitat. It must have
been during the night on a Thursday
in October when someone tied ropes
on the lowest branches of the tallest
trees, and the next afternoon around
four about two hundred boys took
refuge in the tallest trees. Please
gentlemen, next year show your
courage, not cowardice, and stand
your ground on the ground.
Well, the only warning that I can
give is that if you don’t want any
thing spread around be quiet while
walking on front campus because
now I know who likes whom, who
gives unfair tests, who’s dating Bill’s
girl, what time everybody arrived
back after vacation, and who slept
in chapel. I’m the campus squirrel.
Sandra Schoaf
was the only lead Danville enjoyed
the entire night. It was Doug Reid
and Bennie Dean again leading the
Purple and White. Reid connected
for 27 points and Dean bucketed 26.
Steve Lamm enjoyed his finest night
thus far this season. He was out
standing on the boards and burned
the nets for 20 points.
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