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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY, 13, 1943
Maroon and Gold
Edited and printed at Elon College by students of
Journalism. Published bi-weekly during the college
year.
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Snip and Snoop
Wup! Paper almost went to press without me this
time — your remarks are probably better left unsaid.
And have you ever seen a one-legged man pushing a
wheelbarrow? or a one-armed paper-hanger with the
itch? or anything sillier than this column?
But what we want to know is why is Ike Perry wast
ing his time when he could be giving some of Elon’s
beauties a thrill ’n a half by just grinning at them?
Nancy Fowlkes (’Rastus Fowlkes to some people),
who are you interested in at the breakfast table?
Make up your mind, Jeffries!
And was Elizabeth Oakes mixed up when Lou
Angresta popped up unexpectedly!
"Big Chief” Spivey is trying mighty hard to become
the ideal boy friend and all for a certain 3rd floor West
Lassie.
Feminine attraction hes finally caught the eyes of
Ed “Bull" Watts. Stranger things have happened! There
seems to be competition too—Um. Kid!
Arthur “Yank" Dixon says he'll probaly be engaged
by the time he leaves school in March. Wonder if he's
taken into consideration the nice-looking young fellow
who was a visitor here a few weeks back.
Girls, what was the topic of Lib's five-minute talk
the other night? Could it have been “life history"?
Bobby seems to be keeping the roads warmed up
between here and Burlington. Why?
Hats off! Vic has found ANOTHER interest.
It must be great to be carefree like Hooper.
Note the happy face of Casey over that black-haired,
dark-eyed girl that he was sporting this weekend.
Thines We Envy
The voices of the Cannon girls.
Ruby Wright's diamond.
Rachel Crowell's versatility.
Miss Hochridge's patience.
Polly Armfield's wardrobe.
Louise Hauser's sense of humor.
Miss Moore's good way of life.
Anybody's delicate appetite.
Dean Messick's love of students.
JOLTS AND JARS
A Testing Time For Students
BORROWED
• j- j I Fancy a paper or a conversation without a moron
In a time of emergency^ an individual shows of ^ ^ ^
what stuff he is made. A physical or a moral coward ^
endeavors to run away from a difficult situation usually
can stop reading if you’ve
by placing himself in other surroundings. If this is They'll kill you!
impossible, he will trv to evade the issue or turn h« . j .u i .. ..
attention to entirely different things. As the psycholo- How about the moron wlio mailed leUer
gists say, he uses the method of "escape." For instance. without a stanip on it because nobody was
if a student of this type fails in an important examina- looking when he put it in the box. J^e
ilon, he may shruThis shoulders and say, "Oh, well, let's one who took his bicycle to bed with him
go to the movies. " A weak or indecisive character will so that he wouldn t walk in his sleep.
Lk to postpone the issue, even try to avoid making a Then there was the vicious moron who slayed
decision at all. he will waver from one point of view to the refrigerator because he thought it was
another, until life drives him into action, only too fre- Gen^ Electric.
II II I water And then the moron who cut a hole in the
quently with .op ^oqi show. P. S.-Then he
sons who have possessed thenrSPTves on._.
and thus can face any emergency squarely in the face show..
and then act upon a considered decision and a stern Also the moron who took hay to bed with him
determination. To the onlooker, the results may seem ^®ed his nightMARE.
to be as undesirable as those descending upon the oth- Ho hum, such is the life
ers, but a slight reflection will show that this is untrue. usually termed as students. So, to finish t^s column
For the coward or shirker carries with him the scars off—we know, it s through already we
of weakness and failure, the weak man remains weak, «’>th some poetry,
while the brave becomes more courageous, and carries College Girl's Lament
in his soul a conviction of strength and power obtain
able by no other means. Of all sad words
The era in which we are living today is comparable Of tongue or pen,
to the period of the fall of the Roman Empire, when ^ ° th*' ■>
the nrotector of western civilization and of Christianity Where are the men.
fell a prey to the hordes of pagan barbarians. The ^ terrible thing has come to pass,
course of history was altered and the way of life known j „p twice in history class!!
to the peoples of the Empire vanished from the earth. j thought and I thunk.
It is an awesome experience to watch a civilization, in fingUy j thank,
many ways a fine and beautiful civilization, and one finally I left
which has brought blessings to humanity, crumble and paper blank,
fall into ruins. We cannot visualize what the new civ
ilization developing in the world today will bring to us; I stole a kiss the other night;
and as we view one after another of the fancied securi- My conscience hurts, alack!
ties of the past few years vanish before our eyes, we I think that I'll go out again
will see nothing but insecurity and uncertainty. And take the thing right back!
The students in our colleges feel thi.s cri.sis more flew,
than any other class of our citizens: for in addition to
the difficulties already mentioned, they are waiting to never knew
be called into service any moment. This emergency, ^
like all others, calls out the real, innermost character
of every student, and to meet it adequately demands j f^^jjid,
not only courage but common sense. If being in college do'ed
and participating in its life, studying, reciting, working j
in its extracurricular activities, was the very best thing
he could do with his life last September, it must be the That's all, folks! And if anyone gets energetic, and
best and wisest course of action now. In itself this is would like to furnish us with some poetry or jokes,
common sense; moreover, a man who acts along these j^^t send it to the nearest asylum on the campus, and
lines will make a better soldier when he is called, will that'll be us!!!
find advancement more readily achieved, and will be
far more prepared for civilian life in the future. This i,~uil
also is common sen.se. and it calls for a splendid type of ROLL OF HONOR
character to live it day by day. The writer has seen
more than a few examples of the high soul mentioned .
Tn Jhe following verse (Published below is a letter recently received by
the Student Service Organization from the City of
Greensboro commending the Elon organization for its
work in putting over the blood plasma drive.)
" To every man there openeth a Way and a Way and
a Way;
The high soul climbs the highway, the low soul gropes
the low;
And in between, on misty flats
The rest drift to and fro;
To every man there openeth a Way and a Way and
a Way,
And every man determineth which way his soul shall
go.”
PIERCE'S PHILOSOPHY
By JOHN “CASANOMO” POLLARD
The road to love is not a smooth one. Nor is it so
difficult or hazardous, as is borne out by the fact that
everyone is loved by someone. But it is generally
studded with an abundance of roses and thorns that
have an unpredictable way of behaving like next week's
weather, and it is this element of surprise and counter
surprise that makes the pursuit of love an international
pastime that is much more popular than Chinese Check
ers, Bridge, or being an “arm-chair General.” In some
cases, this sport that is as old as life itself, has become
with some a lifetime job or a career for those who pos
sess the talents to make love a paying philanthropy.
However, because of the somewhat dubious virtues of
this latter class, we shall confine ourselves to instruc
tions for those who come in the class of those who de
vote their time and effort in the pursuit of that prac
tically indefinable element known as love, affection,
devotion, infatuation, or passion.
Now, before you can ever consider the prospects
of getting to “first base,” where the grass is considered
green of a darker hue by rookies (?), you must be will
ing to make sacrifices, and more than likely keep on
making them. Because to get along you must be agree
able, and as Lincoln said (or did he?), “A love divided
against itself cannot and will not survive—or even
thrive.”
Beside making sacrifices you must have something
that the other half wants. Now this something may
take on many and varied shapes, sizes, types, states of
being, materials, attitudes, viewpoints, and|or com
binations of the above. We are all familiar with the
assistance or help that a pretty or handsome face can
be, or a curvesome or muscular body, or clothes, or an
automobile, or MONEY, or an agreeable personality,
or a parallel viewpoint.
Therefore we can say that to fall in love you have
to sacrifice something for another and you have to have
soniething to give, to offer, or to make things worth
the effort; or to fall in love you have to give to receive.
So to fall in love, find someone that desires what you
po'!>^ess and eive it to them. And there you are, just
as happy and contented as a can of milk until the other
puy comes home from the Marines, Army, or Navy; or
the other girl shows up with something close akin to
an Old Gold advertisement (a new face, or a rich uncle,
etc.—or a new oblation or immolation). But after all,
isn’t it the uncertainty of it all that makes it such an
engrossing and worldwide pastime? Who knows? But
Laps in Lapland do it! Even girls at Vassar (and Smith)
do it! Folks say Boston Beans do it! So-o-o-o-o-o-o!
DID YOU KNOW STUFF?
That Louis Armstrong is the only performer in his
tory to ever play twelve command shows for the King
and Queen of England?
That Johnny Long, popular North Carolina band
leader, is featured with Abbott and Costello in their
new nicture, “Oh, Doctor”?
That Art Kassel was member of the 131st Infantry
in World War I? Or that he was with Lieut.-Gen. Jimmy
Doolittle when he suffered his first crash?
That Gene Krupa uses up as much energy in a one-
night appearance as does a baseball pitcher in two
games on the mound?
That Barry Wood is a Yale graduate; while there
was a member of the water polo and swimming, teams,
played sax in the same band as Rudy Vallee, used to
sing in the following bands: Abe Lyman, Vincent Lopez,
and Buddy Rogers?
That as soon as a guy carries his wife across the
threshold he is already holding the bag?
That Blue Barron was once a professional boxer?
That Dorothy Lamour was Eddy Duchin’s first vo
calist?
That Xavier Cugat was violin accompanist to Enrico
Caruso?
That Jack Teagarden is an Honorary Member of the
Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers?
After much investigation we finally discovered the
reason the rats in our room made so much noise run
ning around. They had to, it was so cold.
In Greensboro last weekend we found a restaurant
where you could eat dirt cheap. But who likes to
eat dirt?
AV'e don't say that he doesn’t exactly lack ambition,
but he’s the type of guy that would spend his time in a
nudist camp selling subscriptions to a fashion magazine.
While listening to Jerry Wald in Greensboro Tues
day, it brought back memories of the time we played
in a theater and they presented us the house . . .
a brick at a time.
Did you hear about the rabbit that had six bunnies
and beat the Canadian record by a hare?
Well, so long; we have to go check on the rumor that
a certain spinster is taking contortion lessons so that
she can sit in her own lap. Guess who!
CONNOISSEUR
Peu a Peu I'oiseau son nid—an old French proverb—-
Look it up~
And little by little the world grows older.
Any student of physique knows that it
Is more difficult to keep healthy when you're living
A life of ease.
It's a funny thing to most of U8—
But work is good for man.
Student Service Organization
Elon College. N. C.
Dear Members:
This letter is to recognize the splendid contribution
from the members of your organization in soliciting
and putting over contributions to the Civilian Blood
Plasma Bank.
You have made a record to be proud of. for. accord
ing to our reports, eighty-nine from your college have
made their donation. Your group holds a record in
donations from any organizaUon or college, and with
out your help we would be in pretty bad shape today.
Such wholehearted cooperation is something that you
can justly be proud of, and you have our most profound
thanks.
Sincerely yours,
C. G. Yates,
Co-ordinator.
In days of old — * ‘‘
When Romans bold
Ruled the world
Lucullus dined
On humming birds’ tongues
And goldfish livers.
He sent ships the world over
To search out dainty foods.
And preparations for a banquet
Began a year in advance.
For he had no Frigidaire
To keep his meats fresh. *
Lucullus had a slave
Whose duty it was to throw him out
Of the dining room
When he had eaten too much.
Now Lucullus is dead. So are the humming birds-'
Mighty dead.
They don't make 'em any deader.
And all I know of Lucullus
Is that he was rich, and fat, and foolish—
A big (at man.
And the slave who threw him out
Of the diningroom
Was of more service to humanity.
Writer^s Wily Words
A touch of creative initiative, a trend toward spell
ing and putting words together, a “hunk” of intricate
machinery, and a mountain of madness blended to
gether with just a trifle of logic and sanity make up two
indispensable items to our nation and the “American
way”—a newspaper and its instigators.
We, however, placed in the dreamer’s and writer’s
categories, think not of ourself as a trifle insane, but
totally insane. Of course, we wouldn’t admit it to you
for the world, but to ourselves, sometimes, we wonder
what and how did we ever get mixed up in this screwy
stuff (?), or shall we say, with a touch of ironic amuse
ment—profession?
There’s nothing that tells on the nerves more or
drives one more crazy than to be a writer. Always you
Iiave to put words on paper—your own words—unless
you want to be put under the jail; always you have to
be creative and imaginative in your own way; always
you have to be able to take criticism of your work and
sit back calmly pulling your hair while someone tears
your personally pet writing to pieces.
The salary of a writer isn’t very much; just enough
to buy a toothbrush and toothpaste—that is, if you care
afford a toothpaste tube in the first place. But we
seem to get along somehow. On two words, mostly,
that could be described more picturesquely in one (?^
—intestinal fortitude. All professions have their "ups
and downs,” but ours seems to fall into the “mountain-
and-chasm” category. If we aren’t “all there” when
we enter the field of writing, by the time we’re a vet
eran at it we could calmly tell the inmates of an asylum
to shove over and make room for us, without any qualms.
But just being a writer isn’t enough; how about the
balmy one that chooses to be a newspaper writer? That
takes the cake. . . if you’ve enough energy to even
pick it up, after once joining the ranks of these filing
fools, though. Running around looking for news and
then trying to put it down on paper so as to not let it
appear to be prejudiced; always afraid of hurting some
one’s or some organization’s feelings; trying to meet a
dead-line; frying to have fresh news and be the first
to get it—brother, just find a breathing spell!
No. our job is far from an easy one; as all newspaper
men will readily agree. You have to have an ironclad
constitution to be able to keep going through all the
hard work and hard knocks a newspaper calls for and
takes. And the most important thing is to never lose
interest and zeal for writing and furthering the merits
of your paper. Loyalty to this profession—loyalty to
the screwiest job in the world—comes from a love of
our paper and all the hard work it stands for—no mat
ter if it kills us!
But every bad job also has a good side. For all of
the headaches you suffer as a newspaperman, you are
repaid manifold in the satisfaction and happiness you
receive on doing your job well and seeing the paper
go to press.
I can’t imagine a bigger thrill to us than just to
walk into a printing room or newspaper office and see
the actual part of it. The writers at different desks,
busily doing their part for the institution they repre
sent, proofreaders reading copy, news coming in a-
mllc-a-minute to them. And then go a little farther
into the actual process of putting a paper out. The
place where all pictures and negatives are made; the
smell of printer’s ink and the clack-clack of the lino
type machines as the world-in-writing rolls out. A
thousand things that we love but never quite seem to
find time to describe on paper as we do everything
else that happens.
No; no matter how crazy we seem to everyone (and
to ourselves!), we wouldn’t give up our part in this
mad rigmarole for all the filthy lucrrt in the world. It
is a job that calls for action every minute, one that
must go on schedule or else 'lie “battle is lost.” For
an example, look at the newspaper correspi'ndents in
all the far corners of the globe braving dangers and
hardships to be able to give the American people first
hand information on all the latest developnients. There
must be something more to newspapers and writing
than just work, and a lot of words put down on paper.
But what it is, even the most celebrated writers with
their endless vocabularies can never seem to find the
right word to describe it. It’s just one of those things,
as unfathomable as the sea. We, that represent this
field, shall go on, growing screwier and screwier every
day without a thought as to why.
So here’s to newspapers and the morons (?) that
persist in keeping one going, even if we end up by
calling ourselves Napoleon and George Washington in
the last curtain call! For no matter how tough the
going, “ye ole feeling” within us will always remain,
as an unquenchable thirst never quite satisfied. So
you sane people, once in a while be liberal in your
thoughts and actions toward us, we just can’t help it—
because we love it!
Tintypes
Raymond D’Antonio
who likes da spaghetti and meat balls better
than any kind of food.
*’ut it seems to everyone that any kind of
food will agree with him—and that he eats
his share and about four other people’s too!
is called "Pud," and “Totsie,” the latter being
more fitting. (!?)
hut ever since a certain popular song came
out, the title has been attached to him—
"ot insinuating anything, but it’s “Mr. Five
by Five.”
• has teeth that are the envy of everyone, ac
companied with a happy smile.
how about that “toothpaste ad”? " v
is majoring in History.
"'ill enter the Army after graduation.
hobby is raising flowers of any kind, just as
long as they’re “purty.”
*he way, he also has a weakness for
blondes, with blue eyes! ,
•il'es Henry James’ orchestra best.
has arrangements of “Marie,” and “I
Heard That Song Before.”
“ ® friend of everyone on the campus.
and has more friends himself than he’ll ever
know.