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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY, APRIL 15, 1944
Maroon and Gold Over The Shoulder
Valedictory
Edited and printed at Elon College by students of
Journalism. Published bi-weekly during the college
year.
—EDITORIz\L STAFF—
Faye Thomas Editor
Gene Poe Managing Editor
Rachael Crowell Associate Editor
Mary Ellen McCants Feature Editor
Emerson Whatley Sports Editor
—business staff—
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Elizabeth Braddy Alma Sprmkle
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OR
S’LONG
Swan Song
Remember the old adage, “All good things must
come to an end?” It bespeaks my sentiments well.
For the time has come for me to make my fond fare
wells to the reading public and move on, turning the
print shop over to a new mistress. There were definite
ly times when I felt handing her the key would be a
relief, but now that the time has come, the occasion is
tempered with melancholy.
It seems such a short time since May, 1943, when
I entered the print shop with the responsibility of edit-
ig the MAROON AND GOLD upon my shoulders. My
knowledge and ability seemed so small in comparison
with the job before me. My first reaction to the situa
tion was to get out while the getting was good, but
1 couUn t do that. I had to prove to a number of
“Doubting Thomases” that a girl could do the job as
well as any boy.
And so with many misgivings and against odds,
I went to work, and with the help of the staff and our
adviser, the MAROON AND GOLD came off the press
in its usual style. From then on getting the paper out
vi?as a game, more like a quiz program. We knew now
we could publish a paper, but . . . would the linotype
machine last through another issue in one piece? . . .
Would the cut for the front page arrive on time? (And
several times it didn’t get here at all) . . . Would we
have enough copy to fill up the space? . . . And the
biggest question was always “When is the MAROON
AND GOLD coming out?” The answer to these ques
tions I never knew until after the paper was off the
press. But Lady Luck was kind to us, and we had a
good year.
Uncle Sam knocked several times at our .door, ex
tended his greetings, and took some of our best report
ers; but each time men arose to fill their places, and the
press rolled on. The administration, faculty, and stu
dents cooperated with us, each contributing his part of
the news. The cadets, a decided addition to our cam
pus life, furnished us with a column about the latest
gossip and happenings from within their ranks. The
CTD Slant, in keeping with the times, changed writers
with the shipments of men from Elon, but our most
faithful and dependable man has been A-S Matt Musial.
To him I wish to express my great appreciation.
I do not mean to convey to the new editor the
idea that all was rosy. Being newspaper-minded and
sensitive to public opinion, I frequently heard under
currents of criticism, some constructive and some of an
unkind nature. I tried to include all sororities, organi
zations, societies, and departments in the news, but
it was difficult not to show partiality at times. And
there were times, when there was a gap on the front
page at the last minute and no copy. There were times
when assignments didn’t come in on time anfl held up
production. And there were times when one felt like
raging m true editor fashion, and did.
It took a great deal of time ^nd work. No all
v-as not smooth sailing, but it was.fun, and I enjoyed it.
Space, as usual, demands that I finish mv'swan
furfh possible. Therefore, without
^ f I introduce your new
editor, Mary Ellen McCants, and wish her all the sue
GOT takes over the MAROON AND
support " cooperation and
Being a student of Spanish, I’ll just sav “Hnsta
lueg” instead of “au revoir” and be on my way
Remember how well Shakespeare expressed his
beautiful farewell, “Parting is such sweet sorrow?”
Well, I’ll be swiggered, A-S O’Connor said that, too.
Funny, great minds do run together, don’t they? But,
just the same, this is my way of bidding you adieu.
Yes, my dear friends, this is the last time you’ll have
to ponder over little incidents gathered from merely
glancing “Over the Shoulder.”
Maybe you’re wondering how this slap-happy
column ever became a part of your cherished college
newspaper. Well, I’ll tell you. It all happened one
beautiful day about this time a year ago when your
kind-hearted editor consented to let me fill a little of
the treasured space in the MAROON AND GOLD.
Now she aSTced for something humorous, and what
did she get? You answer that one. But as I was saying
before I so rudely interrupted myself, I sat down to this
slightly battered piece of machinery, the print shop
typewriter (which has, incidentally, become an im
portant force in my very living and breathing), and
began pounding away at what I hoped might possibly
turn out to be an article. Not knowing just what I
would say when I sat down, that’s exactly what I
said. In other words it turned out to be excerpts from
some very interesting letters. And that was when
Jeanne Hook flitted in and remarked, “That’s just ‘Over
the Shoulder’ stuff, and thus, the column had a name.
For the sake of you who don’t recall my first contribu
tion to the literary world, it ran somewhat like this:
Excerpt from a letter from Martha to any one of
a number of persons:
“ My dear B , dear H —, dear M ,
dear T , or dear C I had my picture taken
today for you, jflst for you ...”
Then there were a few other things, such as the
typical campus date: “C’m on. Chick, let’s go out to
that favorite li’l tree and speak a little turkey.”
Can’t help but remember that fortune-telling spree.
It’s still one of my favorite hobbies. For the sake of re
freshing your memory let’s take Alice Cross. Deep in
a trance? Well, here goes. “My dear Miss Cross,
I see for you the shadow of gloom presiding in the near
future. That handsome brunette, whose initials are
J. L., will provide great worry and anxiety for you . . .
the old two-timer. You should remain faithful to M. B.
There is happiness for you sooner than it is later.”
And now I'll confess to you that’s really a lot of “bunk.”
Don’t believe a word of it, unless, by any chance, it
should come true.
And just one more remembrance I mustn’t forget
. . . that dear diary column. It might have been a bit
like this:
Dear Diary:
Everybody is getting married. Why, this house is
just contaminated with love bugs. I’ve used every
sort of molasses and honey I know to draw them my
way, but all to no avail. Just go around singing, “No
Love, No Nothing,” darn it.
Love,
Desperate Oak Lodger.
Time’s getting pretty short so I guess this will have
to be about all. (Ain’t got no more to say, any way).
Just you folks remember, don’t do your courtin’ in the
dark. Somebody might be snooping around with a'
flashlight.
Did You Know?
BY GENE POE
Did you know that even the most lively and care
free people have serious moment-s like the rest of the
V'orld? Well, they do, and sometimes they are such
serious thoughts that a lot of good comes from them.
♦V, dreamer is the man
that builds the world. With dreams in the sky that
torm a perfect picture to him he sees the city of
tomorrow with all its immense constructions; the
things that to the ordinary man seem impossible, seem
very practical to him.
The dreamer and ihe thinker hold an exceed
ingly important position in the creation of the lux
uries that make life so pleasant for us. Never do
we stop to think just how these unusual people get
their inspiration, but it is our belief that their sincere
dreaming and planning is the reaction of love versus
desire. Still another way of saying it is that some
one has such great confidence in them they strive
to create what no man before them has done. In
the words of the poem “When Someone Cares” we
find the answer to our question. Won’t you share
with us the expression of some great writer whose
name we have never known;
It will send a thrill of rapture
Through the framework of the heart.
It will stir the inner being
Till the tear drops want to start.
■For this life is worth the living
When someone your sorrows shares,
Life is truly worth the hving
When you know, thaf someone cares.
Oh, this world is not all sunshine.
Some days dark clouds disclose’.
There’s a cross for every joy-bell
And a thorne for every rose.
But the cross is not so grievous
Nor the thorn the rosebud wears,
And the clouds have silver linings ’
When someone really cares.”
We hope you have enjoyed this bit of recollection.
The Bard, in one of his weaker moments, once
wrote: “parting is such sweet sorrow.” It may be to
some people. But there is nothing sweet to us in the
farewells we will soon be saying to Elon and the people
who have made our stay here the interesting, education
al, and downright good fun that it has been to all of us.
Undoubtedly the Army wasn’t too worried about wheth
er its trainees formed any sentimental attachments for
the various colleges and universities to which th?y were
assigned. However, those of us who were fortunate
enough to receive our college training at Elon did
manage to build up that old school spirit, and it came
about so gradually and so naturally that few of us real
ized it until the time came to say goodbye.
Most of us came from the Middle-Atlantic states,
with a sprinkling of New Englanders (these were the
difficult cases!), a few midwesteners, and yes, at times
some boys from below the Mason-Dixon line did man
age to join our select company. To all of these men,
Elon represented something different. And yet, after
the months of training were completed, all of us had
the same feeling towards the school. A sort of foster
brother affection—call it “an alumni-by proxy.”
If we may, we'd like to say a word of thanks and
appreciation to our teachers here. At times we were
difficult, as many of us have been away from classroom
discipline ior years, and fev.' cf us had been long enough
in the service to acquire the very effective training of
Army discipline. Yet you labored long and patiently,
and you now have the satisfaction of knowing that
you did a tough job well—because every last man of
us learned something at Eloii—and some of the most
important things we learned did not come from books.
The value of college training for future members of Air
Crews has never been questioned. Since its institution
in the spring of last year, thousands of boys and young
men have received a period of training that will prove
of inestimable value in later years, not only in applica
tion to the Army program, but to the everyday life of
these men.
The military training here at Elon was a phase
apart. Few of us are soldiers by profession. And yet
we take intense pride in calling attention to the changes
this training has wrought in the men who received it.
Some of us benefited more than others. Some of us
will make better soldiers than the rest. But every
one of us has profited in some manner, and is a
better soldier and a better citizen for having had this
training.
To the men who handled our physical training,
we would also like to extend our thanks and sincere
good wishes for their future. They have made us real
ize that our physical well-being is their prime consider
ation, and albeit reluctantly as we may have gone along
with them in this at times, their system of training has
been most effective. We’re thinking now of those six
mile runs on Saturdays. We like to look on this feature
of our training objectively—in fact, some of us ob
jected strenuously. The coaches, too, must realize that
they have done their part of the job well—for all of us
are better men, physically, because of their untiri«e
efforts.
Socially, too, Elon has been most kind to us. Wall
flowers and butterflies alike enjoyed this phase of
Elon life. Our monthly dances in the gym have always
been fun, and those held in Burlington’s Hotel Ala
mance were invariably most sucecssful. Too, this Car
olina moon we had heard so much about up North
wasn’t a bit overrated. It packs a powerful wallop, as
many of our romantic lads will attest.
And so, to our Commanding Officers, to the Presi
dent of Elon, to the Dean, the Professors, Athletic Di
rectors, and members and officials of the local Service
Organizations of the nearby communities, we humbly
extend these words as a public appreciation of our
sincere gratitude for all you have done for us as mem
bers of this College Training Detachment. Wherever
we go from here, we’ll take with us fond memories
of you and your kindness to us. Strangers in a strange
land though we were, you made us at home here . .
and home is where the heart is. We trained for a job at
Elon—the fact that that training was made easier, more
profitable and enjoyable by your genuine and sincere
interest in us as human beings as weil as. soldiers can
never be forgotttn by any of us.
Someday, we hope to make all of you a little proud
of us—as we will always be proud of you. If you are
representative of this great country of ours-and you are
everyone of you—then we know this is worth fight
ing for.
A-S Thomas D. O’Connor,
Philadelphia, Pa.
Campus Life
by LEON GIBBS
Scanning The Pages
EDNA TRUITT
“Read the whole if you wish to understand the
whole.”
THE REVOLUTIONARY GENERATION by Ewarts
Brutell Greene is an excellent history of the years dur
ing which the whole idea of independent America was
formulated, fought for, and put forth into action. Prof-
fessor Greene has to a rare degree synthesized the
entire experience of the people.
Depicting human enterprise scattered sparsely over
a million square miles, he has skillfully woven together
the story of all America as a nation awakened to a
new rule in the world. Crossroad store and Indian
trading post, Nantucket whaling harbor, Irish immigrant
and Quaker philanthropist. New York manor lords
and the mob beginning to think and reason, itinerant
artists, slave traders, and constitution makers—miscel
laneous as these are in chance collation, they are
shown in Professor Greene’s account to be but parts in
a moving picture of American life in one of its greatest
epochs. It is good reading from more than merely a
historical point of view.
Because of several comments, I have changed the
title of this article from “Elon’s Leon” to “Campus Life”
I was accused of writing it for Dr. Leon Edgar Smith,
and as I certainly didn’t want anything of this kind
blamed on Dr. Smith, I changed it. It was even sug
gested that the title was evidence of my super ego.
Margaret Rawls, president of the rising Junior
class, was interviewed by Yours Truly and this is some
of the data I collected. This “Swordback” cohies from
Suffolk, Va., but she said her words couldn’t describe
her ideal man. She started describing him as tall, with
blonde wavy hair, but gave up and instructed me to
just put (sigh!!!) George Bullard. With nineteen years
behind her, she is majoring in English. When I asked
her favorite meal, I received this answer in that fa
miliar Virginia drawl, “Steak, with all the fixin’ ”. Her
favorite sports are basketball and swimming. Mis.s;
Rawls is a Delta Upsilon Kappa.
J. C. Smith, the vice-president of the rising Junior
class, describes his favorite girl in one short word
“blonde” . . . Somewhat similar to Janie Murphy, but.
not quite. -Steak, French-fried potatoes, and all the
trimmings make his favorite meal. Mt. Airy boasts
of being his home town. His major is Business Admin
istration. As he was eighteen recently. Uncle Sam is
hot on his heels. Swimming is his favorite sport. Mr
Smith is a member of DJLS.
Edwin “Shirley” Daniel, the secretary of the rising
Junior class, also prefers blondes. He comes from
\irgilina. A man of few words, he describes his fav
orite meal as one of Spanish steak, creamed potatoes,
green peas, pear salad, chocolate pie, and accessories
(Ed. Note: Oh, you day-dreamers!) Business Adminis
tration is his major. For sports he chooses tennis and
dancing. Quote: “I’m street eighteen and never been
kissed—get.” Unquote.
Helen Newsom, the treasurer of the rising Junior
class, has her ideal man summed up as one about
5’-ll” (but he doesn’t have to be tall), blonde with
blue eyes, ’n without an “over-crowded heart” ’nuff
said. Oysters are the favorite dish, with plenty of
“catsup.” Business Administration is up as her major
also. She. comes from the crossroads of Lucama, N. C.
Age finds here at seventeen with favorite sports, tennis
and dancing. (Doesn’t someone else have the same
two favorite sports?) Miss Newsom is Delta Upsilon
Kappa.
Miss Jeanne Hook, president of next year’s student
body, seems to be the most popular girl on campus,
judging from the looks of all of her suitors. Four weeks
ago it was Bob Lee; three weeks ago it was “Ace” Har
rell; now it seems that Bbb Lee is back.
If you want to learn how to pl^y bridge,Vsee Jimmy
Kumley. I ve heard he knows some good “GHO ^T’’
stories.
■1,7 to learn how to cook, see Lorraine
VVaugh.
If you want to learn how to shine shoes, see Clar
ence Biddix.
If you want to learn how to dance, see Jeanne
Hook. You have to wax the floor afterwards, but it is
worth it. Girls should see L. W. Riley.
As for “whom to see to learn how to pitch woo ” I
have yet to learn. But if you find out, I know several
people who are interested in taking lessons.
finally made up his mind as to which
of the girls is to be the lucky one?
Mr. Whatley, Mr. Harrell, and Mr. Poe journeyed
own to Rockingham this weekend in Mr. Whatley’s
limousine.” Take notice girls.
Hazel McAuley, Morgan’s di-eam girl, will make a
good one to type notes for a sermon.
Ye old scribe noticed a lot of orchids around here
Easter and heard about a lot of them he didn’t see.
We noticed that “Doc” Parnell is really getting on
the ball. He walked home with one girl and said “Yes’'
to another.
Chic James, the Ladies Hall alarm clock, seems to
be mighty happy these days. We wonder why?
Excuse me, Janie, I almost forgot to say something
about you. But your feelings won’t be hurt because
here s your name.
Be careful, boys, and don't get on the “Black List ”
Pecause that would be T.T., and I do mean ‘too tough”
So if no one answers the door the first five minutes you
knock, just knock five more, if no one answers then you
might as well leave, because there’s no one at home—
probably.
Recent visitors to the campus include Dwight Ker-
nodle, now stationed at Duke in the med school; Lt.
John Pollard in from Colorado; Tom Smythe, who is
studying at the University of the South; Ensign Ed
Watts, who is stationed at Camp Bradford; Roy Mans
field, ’41-’42 editor of this journal; Johnson Griffin,
who recently received a commission as first lieutenant;
and Elroy Hooper, who has been transferred to Camp
Butner.
Oak Lodge seems to have a priority on brides this
year. Surprise wedding, an elopment, and now a wedding^
in big style scheduled for the future. Best wishes
-'Vnne and Rick.
Incidentally that diamond Ann Maness is wearing
now is no insignificant stone. Seems that a doctor from
Winston-Salem is the lucky man.
We think Satterfield will make a good engineer for
two reasons. When he approaches a subject, he ap
proaches it from a physicists's standpoint, and he is
always practicing engineering problem. What grade
would you giv him “LUCY?”
Twosomes are: Franks and Morris, Ezell and Regist^,
L. Morgan and Taylor, Riley and B. Davis, Poe and f’.
Braxton, S. Smith and Whatley, Sunburn and Bogue.
What will Nell do now that “Buck” has got his call?
Wen. pong ,this is the last column I’ll be writing
under the iron rule of the present regime. Maybe I'll
see you later.
S'