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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1944
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Here And There Witli
The Old Professor
Mr Barney’s latest quip: “Do you know what
Mr. Barney r,vramid‘>” “Is my mummy
the Egyptian said to the pyramiQ.
in there?”
John Hook reports that when he made his first
r,™ war.”t“u.'
•r" K-r “wS:
K tSlng with the guns that are making Hitler open
his eyes, mouth, and one-track mind.
The final reports on the Sicilian campaign show
that the Smans were completely wrong on their
calculations about the speed of our assault because they
esttoated the power and speed of trucks and road-
makine machinery on the basis of their own. Our
engineers doubled and tripled the speed the enemy
figured we might make in opening up mountain
ways they thought they had made
Jap and German were woefully ignorant, although
they believed they knew, of the possibilities of pr -
cision and power in the use of
our forces could bring to bear upon them. And the
story is now only half told. We are just beginning to
strike. Before long we’ll really be hitting them hard.
One of the strange tales of the war is the one
about the engineer doing front line duty at night
subbing for the infantry, and holding his sights on a
man in the dark-who also had the engineer Uned up-
The engineer held his fire and challenged. A good
Lericfn voice replied in -gular American acce^^^^^
One of our own paratroopers. Still in the dark,
and behind rocks about fifteen feet apart, the engineer
said “Your voice sounds familiar.” “Yours does too,
said’ the paratrooper. “I know now/^aid the en
gineer “You’re Mike Drabnik from Yonkers. You
lived in my neighborhood, just around the block on
street.” Good thing there were a couple of cool
heads behind those trijgger fingers in the dark.
As the old professor ruefully observes that his
hair Is getting thin in spots, and that he wonders more
often in loco fashion in his lectures, he notices more
and more the gap that time makes between the young
and the old. We both have our secrets. But at times
it seems to me that it becomes increasingly difficult
for me to find the way to your minds. However, I
persevere, and occasionally feel rewarded as some in
direct suggestion bears fruit and helps you to find
yourselves. It’s an old game, and is one that pays
dividends in human affairs. And it ought to work
both ways. Suppose you try to attain to a sympathetic
understanding of the Old-Boy-Behind-The-Desk, too.
Human nature is a complex of many colors. The better
part of education is always in learning how to know
people how to read human nature. When high moral
purpose and warm heart patiently guide you, and you
really get to know a fellow, you’ll find something
good in him, and a song in your soul.
Bouquet For The Council
One dozen red roses for the Council. Congratu
lations are in order on that swell party you gave last
Saturday night. All indications point to tjhe fact that
everyone there had a mighty good time. Several “ex
perienced” persons remarked that it was the first
time they had been before the Council and really
enjoyed themselves.
According to reports from here and there, the food
was good, the program was entertaining, the music was
super, and everyone looked very nice—in fact it was
a well managed party. Really, girls, the entire stu
dent body appreciated and enjoyed your efforts.
We would like, in closing, to wish the Day Students
the same success with their dance tonight.
3-B’s
Over The Shoulder
^^Barrelhouse”
Blues
BY BACIL H. STEED
With the memory of the Party or “After the
BRAWL is over,” still in my mind I recall a few
choice bits of music notes . . .
Now playing at the Paris Room in mid-town Man
hattan, is one of America’s foremost trumpet and trom
bone stylists, SUNNY DUNHAM and His Orchestra
Sunny has a good anaiigement oi ’‘Holiaay ior
buiugs,” “Don’t Worry Mom,’ “When They Ask
About You ’ and then tneie is tnat oia stanaoy, “i il
jje Around ’ . . .
CONFIDENTIALLY—
There's MONEY in MELODY . . .
Top singers, fiddlers and band leaders are in
the financial class of Wall Street moguls now, a
fact for which they can thank radio and the movies. In
some instances, these amusement industries have
multiplied musicians’ incomes as much as fortyfold.
Here are some of the findings;
The biggest money-maker of recent years is Nel
son Eddy, fairly handsome baritone, who gets
around $600,000 annually. He gets first $2,000 of the
receipts at a recital; the local manager gets the next
$1,000, and Eddy receives 60 per cent of the rest.
Grace Moore eked out a mere $156,000 a year
before radio boosted it to $500,000. This includes her
movie earnings, without which no musician can hope
to reach the top income brackets. Barnstorming is
the hardest way to earn big money in music.
Life earnings of $10,000,000—half of it gleaned
by twenty barnstorming American trips in 49 years—
has been the take of Ignance Jan Paderweski. He
drew a top of $43,000 at a single benefit perfortnance
for the Musicians’ Emergency Aid, was always open-
handed.
Swing band leaders like Benny Goodmaa and
Tommy Dorsey hire their expert instrumentalists on
a year-round basis, often paying $100 or more a week.
The best players are given solo bits to play, and these
solos often lead to offers from radio sponsors. . .
REMEMBER ? ? ?
How many of you remember the solid records that
WILL BRADLEY used to put out, such as, “Call Me
a Taxi,” “Boogie-Woogie Piggy,” and “Down The
Road Apiece.”
Who could forget GENE KRUPA’S “Drum Boogie,”
and “Jungle Drums.”
Remember when T. Dorsey played and Sinatra
sang (with the Pied Piper) “I’ll Never Smile Again?”
I bet you and your best girl used to dance to
Jimmy Dorsey’s “I’ll Understand,” while Bob Eberly
sang it like it never has been sung since . . . How
about “Green Eyes” and “Tangerine” by the same
band?
“Let’s Do It,” by Tony Pastor is one worth putting
in your musical memory book . . .
Like to hear something sweet? Relax and listen
to that all-time favorite, G. MILLER . . . “In An Old
Dutch Garden,” and who could forget his waxing “A
Nightingale Sang in Barkley Square”?
For the top record of the week (back in May, 1940/
it was none other than Glen Gray’s “No Name Jive.”
Remember "Why Don’t You Do Right,” by B.
Goodman.
This is the portion of my article where I always
tell a joke (?), it says here . . .
An inventor had a beautiful young daughter who
annoyed him by entertaining her young friends in
the parlor. One day he came home with a queer look
ing contraption;
“This is an invention of my own,” he told his wife.
“It’s a sort of television set to keep a check on Myrtle.
I’ll attach one end in the parlor and the other end
in our room. A young man’s calling to see Myrtle to
night. If he holds her hand a green light will flash.
If he kisses her a yellow light will flash.”
They installed the set and sat down to wait. Pres
ently the young man arrived. He went into the parlor.
The inventor dozed off.
“Peter, Peter,” called his wife exvitedly, “come
here and look at the pretty rainbow!”
If a girl is a good loser at strip poker, it isn’t
always, sportsmanship. Sometimes it’s just plain con
ceit.
“How did you puncture that tire?”
“Ran over a milk bottle.”
“S’matter, didn’t you see it?”
“Naw, the kid had it under his coat.”
Lou, I found the rest of the poem you started—
“Here’s to love, love is grand.
I just got a divorce from my “old man.”
I laughed and laughed at the judge’s decision,
I had eleven (CENSORED) and none of um was
his ’un.”
—Edgar Allen Poe ? ? ?
Remember when Dr. Bowden dismissed class?
When asking two boys what they were talking about,
one said, “Dr., he stated that your nose looked like a
cigar and I said it didn’t!” (Editor’s Note; This hap
pened a few years ago; ask Joe Tom Stevens.)
Here is the one column that everyone never reads
but how in the H-e-c-k do so many people get around
to criticizing it? If your name isn’t here, don’t give up
the ghost ... we might get around to you next issue.
(Editor’s Note: Unless the unnamed correspondent has
heard the “call” and felt the “Hot” breath of Local
Board No. 1).
Let’s start this one off on the serious side. Our
hats are off to Rodney Southerland and those TWO
charming (?) girls he had in his clutches at the Council
Brawl . . . George Davis can really hand out any de
sired information about Greensboro College. He has
been over there so much that he now answers the
phone in Reception Hall.
Mary Coxe states that she wants a return engage
ment with that “Tall, Blonde Air-student” that we
have seen her with lately. It seems that Russell and
Jack will have to choose their weapons, and Mary is
not such a bad weapon.
Joe Franks seems to have gone o\erboard for a
certain girl at W. C.
Bunk Satterfield’s heart belongs to Juanita and
a very good choice it is.
Williams still says flatly that this is the first
war-time leap-year since the Civil War and she in
tends to get Peco.
That is a cute number (Betty Grable)—that Gibbs
has been seen with lately; but Leon, don’t you get tired
of looking at that Chesterfield adv. all the time? . . .
Harry James is going to hate you.
It has been said that the “new” boy here from
Norfolk and Chicago is catching on to the ways of
ELON . . . what a wolf.
Hilda Barbour is solid for Jack; not the one from
Florida, and that ain’t hay.
Riley seemed to be beside himself with joy at the
Brawl (Council Party) with a cute date. Miss “Gibson-
ville of ’44 (1844).
Spike Harrell’s thoughts seem to dwell chiefly in
Suffolk, Virginia ... Ah wonder why?
Wendell Howard better watch himself with those
“Blind-dates”. (He claims that those seeing-eye dogs
get in his way when he tries to kiss the girl. . .)
Opal Stout, Orchids to you . . . Write home and
tell the family that this old-writer finally reached
ui the “Grab-Bag’; and pulled out your name; Oh!
Happy day ...
Pleasant dreams to Pleasant Grove’s gift to the
men . . . Doris King . . . Too bad Elmer found her
first . . .
With a man shortage, Mary Yarborough comes in
mighty handy with her cute dance steps.
Ella Raye, we really are sorry that you have a
cold and we all hope that (if we don’t catch it before)
then, it is well soon . . . You are cute, even with a cold
honey.
Lost—One lead pencil ... by Ann Maness, black-
hair, blue-eyes, height five feet, weight 123, age 19, very
good entertainer. Reward, if returned by this Sunday
night before 10;00. Phone; We ain’t got one. . .
As much as it hurts to admit it, this is a sad sack-
full of chatter; any timely and choice information will
be accepted with open arms (Particular^ if it is from
a girl). Just 5rop in the news office, and lay your
$.77; for cost of reading and handling and on the
table and you may then depart.
Scanning The Pages
EDNA TRUITT
“There is no Past so long as long as Books shall
live!”—The Soul of Books.
THE FIFTH SEAL is probably the most mature
as well as the most civilized novel that has been written
in Russia during the last two decades. Entirely fresh
in its approach, instead of picturing the Soviet hier
archy through western eyes, it presents a panorama
of the modern world as seen through the eyes of
Soviet officials. The setting is Western Europe on
the eve of World War II, but the chief characters
are members of a Soviet Embassy staff and the people
with whom they come in contact in the course of their
duties. There are plots and intrigues, clashes of per
sonalities, and smoldering violence, as well as brilliant
flashes of satire such as only an accomplished writer
can create. Every line, every situation in the book
reflects the author’s deep consciousness of the stream
of history, which, somehow, never becomes impersonal
and never interferes with his acute knowledge of the
individual.
For the lovers of poetry Edna St. Vincent Millay’s
COLLECTED LYRICS are among the best. The
200 odd lyrics, some of considerable length, have
been selected by Miss Millay from her published
poems. Arranged chronologically they follow the order
of their original publications from “Remasence” to
“Huntsman, What Quarry?”
Miss Millay’s poetry has been acclaimed for its
lyrical perfection, and its creator as one of America’s
foremost poets. COLLECTED LYRICS are the finest
expression, in this poetic form, of the genius and
spirit of a great American poet.
OR
A PEEP AT THE PAST
February! Yes, the month in which we celebrate
the birthday of our country’s father, George Washing
ton. Remember the story about little George and his
birthday present of a fine red hatchet? It all started
when the curious young man wanted to see just how
well the hatchet worked and down went Pa Wash
ington’s favorite cherry tree. Now, George, like most
little chaps, was mighty afraid that his dad would give
him one more good walloping, so, naturally, he wasn’t
any too anxious to see Mr. Washington. But, as fate
would have it, the crucial time arrived, and George
bravely replied to his father’s question, “Who cut
down my cherry tree?”, “I did it with my own little
hatchet.” Some folks think that maybe it was just
that little incident that aided in producing the great
honest hero. Well, that sort of makes me wonder
just what made our professors what they are today,,
so I decided to turn back time, say for a few years (just
a few) and see some of our well-known faculty mem
bers, not as they appear today, but as tiny tots in
knickers or pigtails—just barefoot boys and bashful
girls!
Now there’s Mr. McClure, for instance.. He gives
us a “memoir” of the old home in the following:
words;
“I was born near a country cross-roads in southern
Illinois. A giant oak grew plumb center of the four
way clay-road corner, and I used to ask my mother to
let me go play out by the big tree. I was out there
one day wheij I was about three years old. A gypsy
caravan came by with many horses and wagons. I
ran for home. Forty years later I had grown up
with the country and the horse-and-buggy days were
long gone into the limbo of lost. And I came to that
cross-roads on a cross-country automobile trip, dream
ing a little about the old times and thinking of the
white clover and violets that used to be there, and
what do you suppose I saw? I saw something that
spun me out of dreamland in one sweet hurry. Four
big state cops, on four gleaming motorcycles, roared
by on the concrete exactly where the old oak had once
held its strong head to the storms. Did I? Certainly
I did. I put on the brakes and held her there till those
rude cops were gone, too. But I haven’t forgotten them.
Disturbing one of memory’s rare moments thattaway!”
And then from the more humorou* side of life we
nnd Mrs. Johnson, or as she appears at the time, little
Oma, our mischief maker. With her two brothers.
Oma IS playing in her front yard when a crowd of
negroes pass. “I dare you to, I dare you to!” : ii.i
Oma sneeringly to the two boys. Well, you can’, say
those two are yellow, ,so no sooner has Oma c.'*n-
manded thert the young fellows responded with a n)t-
were that the
Little Men were duly “whopped” and Oma sat .lart
smiled victoriously.
Did You Know?
by GENE POE
This week we would like to enlighten our read
ers on some unusual facts ab6ut the railroad.
There are 236,842 miles of railroad in the United
States. The total railway mileage of the world is 788,-
672, which gives the United States about 30 per cent
of the total amount.
The number of cross-ties in the average mile of
railway track at the beginning of 1939 was 2,994. The
average spacing therefore was 21.2 inches, center to
center. The railroads of the United States install
about 50,000,000 cross-ties a year on the average. Ap
proximately 80 per cent of the cross-ties installed in.
replacements in recent years have been treated.
The famous Lucin Cut-off, carrying the tracks of
the Southern Pacific Railroad across the Great Salt
Lake in Utah, is the longest railroad bridge structure
in the United States. It is of pile-trestle construction
19 miles in length, and was completed in 1903.
The Cascade Tunnel, of the Great Northern Rail
road, through the Cascade Mountains in Chelan and
King counties, Washington, is 41,152 feet in length,
and is the longest railroad tunnel in the Western Hem
isphere. It was completed in 1929. In the construc
tion of this tunnel, boring was started simultaneously
at the eastern and western portals nearly eight miles
apart and when the construction forces met in the
center, after many months of continuous boring, they
found that they were only a fraction of a foot out of
perfect alignment.
The Beaufort & Morehead Railroad, 3.3 miles in
length, between Beaufort and Morehead City, N. C.,
using equipment furnished by the Atlantic & North
Carolina Railroad, is the shortest railroad in the country
performing the four kinds of service.
The shortest railroads operating their own equip
ment and performing all four services are the Schol-
arie Valley Railway, Schoharie, New York, and the
Sandersville Railroad, an independent company, at
Sandersville, Georgia, each 4.26 miles in length.
Chicago, Illinois, enjoys the distinction of the
world’s largest railroad center. The city is served by
twenty-one Class I railroads and fourteen switching
and terminal companies. These railroads including
some of the largest in the country, embrace more than
two-thirds of the railway mileage of the United States.
They own more than one-half of all the locomotives and
cars and perform more than one half of all the railway
passenger, freight express and mail service of the
country. There are about 8,000 miles of railway track
age in the Chicago terminal district. Between 3 000
and 4,000 passenger and freight trains enter or leave
the city daily.
We hope these facts about the railroads in the
United States have been of interest to you.