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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1943
Maroon and Gold
Edited and printed at EIoq College by students of
Journalism- Published bi-weekly during the college
year.
—EDITORIAL STAT’F—
Faye Thomas Editor
F ? . . . Wdiiaging Editor
Eachael Crowell Associate Editor
T.Iary Ellen McCants Feature Editor
—BUSINESS STAFF—
Virginia Jeffreys Business Manager
Ann Frink Circulation Manager
Charles R. McClure Faculty Adviser
—NEWS EDITOKS—
Margaret Cox Wally Snyder
Elizabeth Braddy Alma Sprinkle
F.uster Butler Edna Truitt
Elizabeth Holland Virginia Wheeler
Bill Meacham Marie Ziady
Shannon Morgan Mai'y Moser
J, R. Norman Verda Lee Norris
—PKOnUOTION STAFF—
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Self Goverment At Elon
Snip An3 S^oop
DORMITORY SWEEPING . . . THIS TIME THAT
HALL OF FAME . . . LADIES’ HALL
The right to govern themselves was the ciy of
ti'.e patriots during the American Revolution. They
were fighting a war for that right, and they won it,
TV.at was only half their battle. They had to v/ork
cut j form of government tiiat would satisfy the cry
for self-government. It wasn’t an easy task they
\tndertook.
We here at Elon are very fortunate. We do not
hai^e tc fight for student government as an inalien-
eble rigiit. It is ours All v.e have to do is support it.
Student government on ti\e Elon campus is di
vided into two parts—the Student Senate and thp
Council: each is a separate unit with its own officcrs.
Each Cunctions entirely indepent of the other. Each is
an extismcly vital agency in th'» student government.
Nc-edles-? to say the Student Senate governs the
*ife of the m.ile students ... It lias the power vested
in it to try all cases of misdemeanors or misconduct
from any source, pass judgment thereon, make rules
and reguljtions, and perform all duties iiicumbent
v.pon such a body. It can imnose fine.'" and tasks
Cl work to those men students fo\ind guilty of mis-
demeai.or. It functions on much the same order as
Cl!'- national legislative bodies, with representatives
elccted by the students.
The ■'ouhcil workf very mucli as does the Sen
ate. The executive power is vested in .* presidsnl,
vice-president, secrttary and treasurtr. and represen-
Come on in folks, through the door, please, not the
window. The place is so quiet that we’re sorta con
fused . . . Not at all the Ladies' Hall we used to know.
From one room we hear the strange sounds
“Buenos Dias. Senorita,” . . . Gosh! Is this Spain or
Elon? We peep in and see Miss Bussell surrounded
by that beautiful v/allpaper . . . With a "thing” called
a Spanish book in her hand.
We hurriedly cross the hall into "The Savoy" . . .
V/hat most people call the living rooni ’cept we have
our own ideas about a living room! The "pickup”
scratches through "Star Dust" and the line formed
on the right consists of Nuisance, D. Holland, and
Matthews trying to snatch a little paradise from our
one and only Joe Poe.
We wander on down the hall and poke Qur head in
the Hall-Madden Room, v.’here we find Edith surround
ed by her day’s mall . . , Six packages and eight let
ters - . No less! Jackie Madden, her roomie is stand
ing before the mirror reciting her poem “My Love" to
herself. That being too much for us, we meander
across the hall, only to hear Iris Westbrook and Evelyn
conversing over their bad luck with dishes in the
dining hall.
We find roon\ five, the Reitzel—Towery abode
cmpt, and also the Loyd—Hinnand room is empty.
Across the hall the door is open so we look in. Ann
Frink s turning somersaults in the middle of the room
vhile Ruby Braxton is watching her with a resigned
look on her face You get used to it after a while, I
guess.
Joyce Smith and Frances Harris are in their
room and we nearly fall over dead (and we don't mean
deadbeats' to find them studying. Nice to see that
somebody studies in this quiet dormitory.
We pause in Helen Blalock’s and Carrie Rook’s
room for a bit of inspiration . . . Rippy. you make a nice
—looking midshipman. Troxler and Wrenn are in
there looking on.
In the back room we find Kat Butler piled up in
bed with a typewriter at her feet catching up on her
typing budget-
Back up the hallw e go and cautiously ascend the
slairs to the top floor of this palatial abode, oops! Did
V e say the place was quiet when we came in? Well,
we've changed our n\inds. At the head of the stairs
v.e peep in the door of Helen Morris and Janie Mur-
l-hey’s room, but nobody’s home. In the next room
v-e find Meg Graves ciumbling up carckers and Doris
Yates with one eye on Meg ai'd the other on the
c aclcers. Wonder if Meg ate the soup, or fed it to
the picture beside hre bed.
From the room across the haH we see the Dare
. , , James room empty. Then we walk in the New-
some, Holland and Boone apartment- When we finally
Vt'ade into the iniddle of the rooni we find Dot and
I^'ui-sance giggling over a silly moron joke, Boone is in
front' of the mirror the lllth time rehearsing for
the wedding which will take place not too long from
now.
From across the hall we find Mary Frances
Fudd's and Joyce Matthews room empty . . . Where're
tiiey? From across the hall we hear an uproar so
wo look in and find a ri.al ‘‘bull session" in full swing.
Margaret Ann and Perkins seem to be having open-
house with practically half ladiees’ hall present. Pe’k-
ing ard Margaret Ann are having a friendly fuss about
iomething . - Sound like they said something about
‘ cadets.’’ Mary F/ancts is wishing she had another
l-r>\ rT Orabim crackers . . . And Jovoe with that
Introducing A Man Who
Knows The Meaning
yOt Freedom &
Over The Shoulder
WOO—ELON STYLE
DR. HANS HIRSCH
Dr, Hans Kirsch is a native of Mannheim in the
slate of Baden, Germany. All new students and Air
Corps men will appreciate the small part of his story
V\hich wc can include her** H'*! home suffered a di
rect bomb hit in one of the last air raids of 1918. From
1929 to 1932 he ate in the same Munich restaurant
to M'hich also came a small man of about five feet
four inches of height whose name was Adolf Hitler,
jiee Shicklegruber. At that time Dr, Hirsch was editor
of the Jugend, a literary and art magazine. The res
taurant was the Osteria Bavaria, a gathering place
ior the artist colony of Munich, and there also Hit
ler's bodyguard and followers, such as Rudolph Hess,
Hermann Goering, Joe "Gobble" Goebels, Ernst
Eoehm, and a few lesser m.en now lost to view or "liqu
idated," appeared frequently, Horst Wessel had al
ready beViricUfed in a brawl,
Eiich Wilke was one of the numerous artists who
cartooned the Nazis, and parliclarly. Hitler. They
learned him by heart, caught him in profile and
varied poses, and mercilessly satirired the n'.an; for
no one in Germany then took him seriously. It was
at a later date that the mob spirit caught the un
educated and brought them to follow blindly the
strange character who has visited so much ruth
less evil upon humanity.
Dr. Hirsch was well known in Germany as an
i-uthor. He l.ad written books on the theater and many
articles on literature and art, short stories, and poems
which had appeared in various European periodicals,
among them "Shakespeare and the. Romance Mind,”
"The Sell'-Poitraits of Greco.” and a German transla
tion of the ' Poems of John Keats.”
Dr. Hirscli says his wife had to travel around the
world to meet him. It is literally true, for they met
ill Munich after she had left Russia in the tuimoil of
1325, and had traveled by way of China. Japan. Cana-
What are you doing tonight? You aren’t. Well,
swell! Let’s go hunt four-leaf clovers out on the
campus. Let's go for a walk. Let’s see what’s going
on. Mmmmmm! or should we?
The Book-Store’s open. Come on, want a bite?
Grab that back booth, “Chic" while I push up here
and get Mary to wait on me. Do you have any cokes,
Mary? What, no cokes! How about Pepsi's? No
Pepsi's either. Well, O. K., make it two packages of
c’.oughuuts. Mary. Oh. that's all right, make it cheese
Nabs. Well plain's O K,
Why, John Pollard, what are you doing back?
Good to see you old timer. Come on over and have
something to eat with us No trouble at all. I ll
get it right now. Anything in particular you want?
Well, 1 don't thin!: they have that, do you, Mary?
Make it the same as that order I gave you about ter*,
minutes ago.
Hov.dy. "Buste:." pull up a table ad have a seat.
“Gollyyy, don’t girls drink funny?" »Come to think,
of it, "Buster," they really do.
Well, here conns Etta Hoopei and her little crew
Just listen to her, ‘ l^aye, do we have to pay that twc*
cents on these old milk bottles? We do. Then, give
us Pepsi's. Two cents. on those, too? Well, just
give us 3 drink of ''D^er. please."
Hello, Dean, guess you're wearing that big smile
v.ith the hopes of finding a nice, luscious candy bar.
Good luck to you! Good-bye, sir, sorry you didn't
like it.
aSy, look at the little girl with all t’le Ptpsi
bottles. Bet they’re going to have a feed or some
thing. ^
No, honey. I haven't forgotten you're with me.
I just have to be friendly. After all, ! may want to
be- President of the Student Body next year.
Why, there’s Mr, Coclough buying a stock of candy
for the whole family. He doesn't want any hard feel
ings when he gets home.
Hey, Mary, throw me a pack of Luckies. That's
O K., make them Camels.
Don’t have to lea%'e so early, do you, John? I ve
hardly had a chance to talk to you See you over in
t!ie room, though.
Say, who's the little blonde over there? She looks
ju.st Ilk someone I used to know. No, 1 m not trying
to flirt or ditch you, I was merely asking a question
What we n-?ed in thi.s place is a "Juke Box." Give
Hie some of that sweet T. Dorsey. Frank Sinati’a!! My
stars! Girl, is that all you can talk about?
There's ole' “Joe ' Poe. You never see him twice
v’ith the same girl.
Hello. Miss Moore. I tl bet you want your daily
Pepsi and oatmeal cookie Don t rush off now. Oh
that’s right- You’ve got to get back to your Oak
Lodge bunch before they tear the place down, or
something like that.
Now you might know Jeffreys would be in here.
Guess what she’s singing - . "People Will Say We're
in Love.”
Look at that good-looking ' Kadof Hilda Malone
i.: s:?orting 'tonight. W!vy tha^’s ’Rosce!" What