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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY. JANUARY 20. 1945
Maroon and Gold
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Science In The News
Lite’s Little Necessities
How necessai-y are the little things in life! How
important they are to all ages, to all people everywhere.
What’s it to us when a person is born? It’s some
thing that happens unceasingly day by day. It will
continue to happen as long as the world is made up of
the living. Most of us think little about a new life.
W'e take it for granted and expect people to be
born. We don’t care who they are. It becomes to
us just another one of the little things—little insig
nificant things. But what about people like George
Washington, even Herr Hitler? Do you think for one
single minute the world would be just as it is today
had these men not been born? Any person born
into the world, no matter how unimportant, how in
significant he may seem, is certain to make things
change. Because there are too many hungry mouths
to feed in a certain city, because too many men are
physically or mentally unable to work, because some
men are aggressive, because some men are brave—
yes, because men are born, we must recognize the im
portance of every living person. A lot of little people
can make a powerful crowd.
I spoke of life, for that belongs to all of us. Let
us think now of things much smaller . . . There’s a
soldier in New Guinea. He hasn’t had a letter for
two months. Should that matter to us? . . . -There s
a young girl in France who has lost her legs. Does
the care that the officers and men of a certain Ameri
can regiment have given her make any difference to
her? ... In America we’re free. Is it important that
we may say what we wish, read what we wish, believe
what we wish, worship God as we wish, live unafraid
of oppression, or destruction? Do we often think how
mighty ideals are, though their beginners were some
of these little things we hear about?
But smaller than these, much smaller—what about
the fraternal feeling we sense in a group around an
open fire; what about the rose you wear on Mother’s
Day, be it white or red; what about the dreams we
have; what about our friends, our coming to school?
They aren’t so big, each in itself, but their value in
determining what we are is infinite,
Yes, little things—a little sadness—, a little joy, a
little kindness, a little cruelty—are strong enough to
make us or ruin us. A little bit larger things can uphold
or tear down a potent nation: and still a few more little
things could change our entire universe. One tiny
spark can create great fires.
So let’s not shun little things, for remember, the
best things come in the smallest packages.
Don’t Forget To Remember
There’s a certain thing about this campus that we
feel could stand a little brushing up. It’s something
that’s been preached to us since we were kindergarten
age and if I weren’t absolutely certain that we knew, it
wouldn’t be mentioned here. But we’ve all been taught
how to act, or at least, we’ve been told, and it’s cer
tainly high time we began remembering those little
things called manners.
Courtesy goes a long way, especally when there are
so niany people living together—sharing the same
things. Getting along with these people, treating them
the way we expect to be treated, and even sometimes
thinking about the fact that this old beach has a few
more pebbles have never been known, to my knowledge,
to hurt anyone.
And there’s that matter of the dining hall. A
lecture on table manners is just about the last thing
I'd think about inserting here, but that’s no sign we
shouldn’t think about it. Ju'i a hint, we’re supposed
to be college students, not carnivorous pups.
This is just a reminder, so please, let's don’t any
of us forget. As the old saying goes, “It’ll do lis good
and help us, too.”
By J. W. CLAPP
The story of DDT, the majestic insecticide, is
one of successful combats against a disease which has
plagued mankind for centuries, typhus fever. A- local
man. Brig. General James Steven Simmons has played
a large roll in this fight, and has received the Typhus
Medal and the Walter Reed Medal. He is the son of
Dr. and Mrs. J. C. Simmons, who came to Graham in
1900 and opened a drug store, around which “Steve”
Simmons grew up.
General Stevens, serving at present as chief of
preventative medicine with the office of the surgeon
general in Washington, is well qualified to tell the
story of DDT, having devoted nearly thirty years to
the science of public health. In a recent article for
the Post magazine he suggested that DDT was the
M'ar’s greatest contribution to the future health of
the world. The chemical, with the full name dichloro-
diphenyl-trichloroethane, is a powerful poison. It at
tacks the nervous system, causing jitters and finally
paralysis. This Effect was observed four years ago
in Switzerland. However, it took the urgent need of
the war t6 bring it to the attention of this country.
When used in sufficiently'^dilute form, it kills in
sects without harming larger animals or humans. As
an example of its effectiveness this report is given. A
pond was sprayed with the insecticide to kill the mos
quito larvae. Ducks going from this pond to another
one carried enough poison on their feathers to kill
the larvae in the second pond, which had not been
sprayed. Some of our government officials are even
worried that if it is extensively used it may upset the
balance of nature by killing too many insects.
The record of the polio hospital at Hickory has
been one of our modern miracles. Faced with one of
the state’s most serious epidemics of infantile paralysis,
we had inadequate facilities and little knowledge of
treatment. Our health officers got together and worked
miracles in a hurry in order' to save many lives. The
Hickory Emergency Polio Hospital, directed by Dr.
H. C. Whims, has the astounding record of only a
three per cent death rate and few victims of the disease
l^ft with crippling after-affects.
The Hickory hospital was a camp site, converted
in three days into a 40-bed hospital and later extended.
Intensive research was carried on during the epidemic,
the hospital cooperating with medical schools, and
much has been learrned. This experiment has shown
that something can be done about infantile paralysis.
With a continual gain of knowledge and experience,
the next epidemic need not be so terrible and may
even be prevented.
QoUsxjs 9iumoA
ROOMMATE’S PRAYER
Now I lay me down to sleep
Please make her my size with small feet;
So if worse to worse, her clothes I’ll wear
Please make her so she won’t care.
Don’t let her mind if my bed’s not made.
And let her allowance always be paid.
But this I pray as hard as 1 can;
Don’t let us fall for the same man.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
You can never tell how a girl will turn out until her
folks turn in.
♦ + ♦ *
Familiar words these days:
Just give me a man with a million or two,
Or one that is handsome will certainly do.
A dashing young fellow is well any day,
Or one that is famous will suit me o-kay.
But if the manpower shortage should get any worse,
Go back to the very first words of this verse.
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If all the coeds in the world that didn’t neck were
gathered in one room what would we do with her?
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Tis sad when one cannot foretell.
If his column will be received very well.
So if this one you don’t admire,
We’ll have a columnist for hire.
No one knows my sadness—and never my grief;
To please other people is my strongest belief.
Even powerful perfumes on satins and mink
If put iq this column would certainly stink.
No doubt, when I’m dead and put in my grave,
And somebody else is this Editor’s slave;
You’ll probably hear this pitiful rumor:
“She died of boredom writing ‘College Humor’.”
The latest Andrews Sisters recording ,“Rum and
Coca-Cola,” seems to have become a popular ditty
among many of the boys around North.
It’s just like the old fellers said, “The keys to my
success happen to belong to Frances St. Clair. I bin
carrying them around for about two weeks now, I
reckon.”
Congratulations are in order to the latest bride in
Ladies' Hall . . . Best wishes, Mrs. Wally.
Cassanova Durham seems to have settled down to
his final resting place. What's the name. Coffin or
Casket?
Vernalee Kernodle is going West for Moreland
... or maybe they’re going together.
Whatley’s getting down to bare facts with Verda-
lee Norris ... By presenting her with a bt.^r. What
that boy doesn’t produce.
The fleet’s in over at Reidsville. Hilda Neese
tied up there the other night to see a member of the
blue.
Trees in front of East are peculiar ones. In the
day time they cast but one shadow, but at night they
give three shadows. Reilly, they do, old top, Reilly
they do.
Louise Clayton likes the “Donkey Serenade.” It
reminds her of her interest, Conkey.
No strings attached ... A few night ago, Ann H.
was looking forward to the arrival of the twine.
Doris Chandler has been jgetting some interesting
mail as of late.
Ruby Braxton reports that the latest “case” is
cooked up between Mortimer and Judy.
Someone wrote in: “W. T. Walker received a
Christmas card.” Now, that seems to be real news!
There is talk that Frank Bain (of the Haw River
Bains) also was the recipient of such a greetng ... a
few years back.
The Elon Players would like to have a few more
male members in their organization.
Why is it that Jimmy and Marie aren’t any more?
What caused him to see the light? (Maybe someone
turned it on.)
Shortie Smith has been reading all the stuff she
can lay her hands on by Thomas Wolfe. (The one that
used to go to Chapel Hill).
Gene Poe delivered one of the best messages of
the year in chapel not so long ago. Mighty nice
work, Gene.
New Books To Read
FIGHTING WORDS
Edited by Warfield Lewis
Published by J. B. Lippincott Co.
This book, fast becoming one of the most popular
of its kind, is a collection of twenty-five stories and
twenty-eight cartoons by members of the armed forces.
These stories and cartoons, the winners in a con
test sponsored by the Armed Forces Service League,
are as varied as the ranks of their authors. They are
set in Alaska, Tunis, along Long Island sound, the
Pacific theater of war, Texas, army camps, ships, and
street corners.
One of the best is “Beach Patrol,” by Warrant Of
ficer William L. Moore, a story which makes sentry
duty on Long Island almost as exciting as in the fighting
zones. t
These stories reveal the service men and women,
not as they seem to an outside writer, but as they are
to themselves. Their stories on death lack the flip
pant, wisecracking attitude usually associated with
stories of this type.
Most of the authors, although comparatively inex
perienced, have portrayed humor, romance, action and
wistful glimpses into the future with a realism that
is somehow unique.
The cartoons all convey the characteristic thoughts
of servicemen but do not measure up to the stories.
—Benton
QUOTATIONS
ID
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What is a name? A name is a figurative handle
by which one may be grasped. Unfortunately, this title
is always attached before the being is elderly enough
to have any say-so in the matter.
Each person is endowed with three names: a first
name, another name, and a surname. Oft times these
names are not fitting to
the pers/n bearing same
This is particularly true
of the female gender
Grlis are often labeled
with names that imply
beailty or fragrance.
Many have seen femmes
that were designated as
Rose, when, actually,
they were more like a
thorn. Shakespeare
weakens this policy, also,
in that roses are not
always sweet. Says he,
“A rose by any other
name would smell as
sweet.” Lifebuoy cap
italized on this.
Some names are astounding. The boy is stuck. The
girl, however, who is always capable of squirming out
of spots, can easily change her surname if she finds a
boy’s she likes better. If the male is handsome Enough,
she usually finds it very easy to submit to the chance.
Derivations of names have been found to be par
ticularly, interesting. A canvass of some of the more
fascinating ones ensues . . .
Lib Scoggin’s last name was taken from that of a
court fool, contemporary to Chaucer, of the 15th cen
tury. The Davis by the name Bonnie means “deb-
onaire.” although many think that Bonnie means som-
pin’ else. Reid used to mean “rare,” an apt title for
the propitious P. Reid (a rare period.) Tommy Martin’s-
last name was first intended as an animal’s nickname,
probably a giraffe’s, because he is known for his long
neck. The Emerson part of R. E. Whatley used to
mean emery, or sandpaper. This does not necessarily
mean that he is a rough character with means to
sharpen his wits.
Considerable difficulty was found in translating
some of the antiquated names into modern language.
Take the case of the name Bowden. It meant indus
trious soul, but nobody these days ever says anythng
like that, so we must be content with the translation
from Scandinavian, “busy,”
Lorraine Waugh’s surname has been taken from
baby talk, meaning “wall.” Another meaning could be
hooked on to this—also from infant language, the sing
ular of “water,” the plural being “waugh-waugh.” Liza
Boyd is a northern name. Boyd is a yankee word,
meaning “bird.” Poe is an Arabian name—shortened
from Pokomoko.
Other names that have unusual meanings are—-
Junior Jenkins’ initial nom d’plume. Junior is said to
be derived from Senior, a most proper procedure, as
is Adcox, which is reported to be a derivitive of Adam
. . . aren’t we all? Lamm was first used as a sign in
front of a little shop according to the little book. The
aforementioned may be seen on Lamm's clothing store
in Burlington.
Dr. French’s middle name is reported to be
Beelzebub, a Kansas word for “Cyclone” . . . Verdalee
Norris is an ancient with term . . . Leopold means trou
ble . . . Wolfe means, “sedate gentleman” . . . and
Macen—well, Dot’s-friend-Mac cou?J be taken to meaiL
almost anything.
Poet’s Corner
.HMD
“Whadya mean the music sounds funny? Since
somebody swiped the records outa the juke box, we
stufffed Mac and his sax in the piccolo.”
Evervthinfi’s been said; but, as nobody listens,
we must always begin over.—Andre Gide.
♦ ♦ ♦ *
Jack was a boy of excellent taste, as should appear
by his pulling out a -^Ilum; it is therefore supposed that
his father apprenticed him to a mince-pie maker, that
he might improve his taste from year to year; none
standing in such need of good taste as a pastry-cook.—
Bentley, On the Sublime and Beautiful.
♦ ♦ * +
Some will splash on the Milky Way,
Or bump the moon—oh dear!
Light the stars up, Gabriel,
Because the night is here.
—Eleanor Farfeon
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
"I know what you’re thinking about,” said Tweedle
dum, “but it isn’t so, nohow.” ■
“Contranvise,” continued Tweeledee, “if it was so,
il might be: and it it were so,' it would be; but as it
ain’t, It ain’t. That’s logic.”
“I wag thinking,” said Alice very politely, “which
is the best way out of this wood.”
Lewis Carrol
THE GIRL I WANT
’Twould be nice to have a girl who is pretty and
taU.
(A darn sight nicer than no girl at all.)
’T would be fine to have a girl with shapely
features:
One of those up-to-date bathing beauty creatures^
Some like a girl who can appreciate a book.
But I want a girl who’s ajjarn good cook.
—T. H.
LES CONFESSIONS
By a Sinatra Fan
hristlv ''lir.
His teeth are crooked;
But I just can’t help but stare—
I love that man!
Sure, his legs form a bow.
His head’s like a tack;
But, nevertheless, I just know
I love that man!
Sure, his clothes are baggy.
He weighs one-hundred-one;
And though he’s sort of shaggy,
I love that man!
Sure, he’s lean and he’s lank.
He’s a heck of a sight;
Bu when the music starts—O Frank!
How I love that man!