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MAROON AND GOLD
BAT¥H»AY, •GT#BBR 6, 194T5
Maroon and Gold
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THOUGHTS
When I speak of beauty I mean every
thing which is lovely, and noble, and true. It
does not have to be sweet, it may be bitter; it
does not have to be joyous, it may be sad.—
Thomas Wolfe.
Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought
for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye
shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye
shall put on. Is not the life more than meat,
and the body than raiment?—Matthew 6:25.
Don’t Read This
Perhaps the editor should not have written this
that's why he warns you not to read it. He is just
thinking out loud. And we are told in public speaking
class never to begin a speech or any other similar
exhortation with a apology, but you must allow us to
say this, “If love of Elon be a crime, then some of us
v/ill surely go to hell.” And if any dedication of this
editorial be made, let it be made to the student body of
Elon College, who live it, and to Thomas Wolfe and St.
Matthew, who willed it. (See Thoughts, above.)
We are ourselves here at Elon. Isn’t that a silly
statement to make? Again that’s why you shouldn’t
read this column. But what we mean is that we do
not walk around like statues, afraid to speak, lest we
offend the sister of our roommate’s girl-friend. Nor
are we afraid to sing when we feel like singing—not
just at Community Sings sponsored by the legitimate
organizations. (Of course, we wouldn’t sing during
the quiet hours or any other respected times.) In the
spring when the evenings become warm and nature
buds the trees, we will go out on the campus and play
games if there is nothing else in particular to do. Or
sometimes we’ll gather on the dormitory steps and tell
jokes, or else laugh at some humorous statements con
tributed by the conversation by Mary or Verona. The ,
dining hall corresponds to our dining room at home
and the campus is our front yard. We are at home
here—in fact, this is our home while we are here. We
do not “hang our hats” or “lay our heads” here, as
the expressions go, for a few days, but for the larger
part of four years. And for the summer school students
it really is a year-round affair.
What we are trying to say is that Elon is ours and
we are Elon’s. It awaited our coming before we were
born and will retain a part of us after we are dead.
The campus is abstractly deeded to the “men and
women who’ve come ^and gone,” the present student
body, and to new generations yet unborn.
The campus . . . can our love for it be expressed
by any physical adornment? or by spoken word? or
by printed word? Is the campus just something to sep
arate the buildings from the wall? or is it a memory-
soaked ground, sacred to those who love it, beautiful
as emerald, and natural as rain?
Ourselves . . . what are we? Are we ornaments?
or are we living, breathing, acting, flesh-and-blood
(•reatures? W;... ilaiidards determine our value?
Will a starched shirt and a clean-pressed tie make us
one bit finer than we are? Will a full belly and a
lot of money to throw away, make us any better ....
really better? ^
But . . . that there is beauty here, that’s the im
portant thing—beauty in the rose vine that blooms
every four years over West Gate, beauty in the “Hey,”
“Hi” and “Hello” that we meet from every person we
pass on the walk, beauty in the smiling faces of men
and women; beauty in the ugliness of the Power House
(have you seen Ed Daniel’s painting?), beauty in the
red brick wall that encloses our campus, beauty in a
group of boys out to have a good time on Saturday
night, beauty in a boy and girl walking beneath the
whispering oaks, the crowd at the basketball games,
the M. & G. office, O’Kelly monument, and a crooked
old tree ... all these and many more—not provincial-
Science in Tiie News
By BILL CLAPP
During the war the Germans used a chemical. Per
iston, as a. substitute for blood plasma, according to
a report by Chemical Warfare Service. The Germans
used very little blood plasma for treatment of shock
in their wounded; and substituted over 300,000 shots
of Periston for military personnel with apparent^ am
harmful results. The synthetic was discovered while
working on plastics. It closely resembles albumen,
found eommonly in eggs.
The discovery, made during war developments of
the German chemical industry, was known to Ameri
can scientists two years ago. Some samples obtained
from Germany were stuided here and were declared
inferior and more harmful than materials we had
available for a blood substitute.
Penicillin was an aid to American wounded which
the Germans apparently did not have. They relied
mainly on the sulfa drugs for figjiting infection of
wounds. They did develop some additional sulfa drugs
and used them widely. They produced larger quantities
of atabrine for malaria and investigated other anti-
malarial drugs.
When imports of opium were cut off, domestic pop
pies were used as a source of this important pain-reliev
ing drug. Harmones and vitamins were in large pro
duction and demand in Germany. The German sci
entists tried to synthesize vitamin A but failed.
One thing rather startling but characteristic of
German drug manufacture was the small scale of the
apparatus used. Kettles ,tanks and stills for produc
ing some of the important drugs were only of one or
two quart capacity.
Two new light bulbs recently were developed and
for purposes of an opposite nature. One is a repeating
flash bulb a million times brighter than ones used
in ordinary flash photographs. The other is a bulb
for underwater use. It has one thousand watts ca
pacity and yet is only the size of an ordinary forty-watt
light bulb. The flash bulb is used for making color
pictures after dark and making pictures covering con
siderable territory. The first color photographs secured
after dark were made by a B-24 bomber over Chicago.
It had a camera in the,nose and two of the bulbs at
the tail at the center of large reflectors. The under
water light is a spotlight for continuous use in show
ing underwater swimming and diving and for use in
salvage work and underwater construction jobs. If
a bulb with its power and small size were used in the
air, it would “burn out” Immediately, unless it were
surrounded by a water jacket..
Carolina [Bouquets
^ big autumn harvest pumpkin to the person who
wrote “The Print Shop,” (last issue) and for saying
with deft good humor, the things we would have been
more likely to swear about. That was the best “short”
to appear in the M & G in a long time.
One whoppin’ big American Beauty to our Mary
Coxe, the Belle of Wagram, for double-the-average ef
ficiency^ in the business department of publications.
Miss Mary is a sales expert extraordinary. Person
ality does it, with a smile and something chic in clothes
and good looks. It’s the way shr wears ’em, we guess;
and the way she persists. Some rather hard business
men have capitulated to the magic she uses, and
our advertising keeps climbing. We’d make a predic
tion concerning her future in big business—were it
not for a small voice that warns us that she is most
likely to be side-tracked by romance.
We send our thanks to the state of Alabama for its
gift to our Department of Dramatics, Mrs. Elizabeth
R. Smith. Last year’s successes in play production
were but the beginnitigs of things to come. Watch for
the anftouncements from the Little Theater group. Mrs.
Smith has talent and experience far above the average,
and capability and common sense. She has not stop
ped to weigh handicaps, though there are many. So
one of our prize baukuets to her and her corps, with all
good will.
A trio of chrysanthemums (khat a word to spell,
and orchids to us for getting it right) to the Depart-
ipient of Languages. No college or university in the
U. S. A. can boast a better group of instructors—gra
cious, pains-taking, widely traveled, and trained to
full efficiency. It’s an ill wind that blows nobody
good. The great upheaval of tyranny in Europe was
at least partly responsible for the fortunes of war
and peace that brought us Dr. and Mrs. Hirsch. Their
combined experiences are world-wide. Mrs. Hirsch
left Russia during the period of revolution and its aft
ermath, lived in China, rounded the world to Europe
by way of the Pacific and Canada, spent some time in
Italy, came upon romance with a bright young uni
versity scholar from Miannheim, became acquainted
with Switzerland, Vienna, Paris, and most of central
Europe, and after a long struggle through the T/azi
horror, brought the bright young man with her to the
peace and beauty of this garden spot of Dixie. Caro
lina sends her call to many people from afar. We
count it our good fortune that so many wise ones heed
the call.
To Senorifa Atalita Chegwin, of Barranquilla, Co
lombia, the one with the tjga^x yeux, who teaches
Spanish, goes the third of our trio of flowers celestial.
She has quickly won her place on the campus; we
count her acquisition another piece of good fortune for
Elon—which, just now, is in possession of an unus
ually fine corps of instructors.
ism, not convention, not social standards, nor rules,
but something honest, courageous, noble, kind, simple,
pure, and true. That’s beauty. And that's what we
mean when we say “Eoln!”
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Little Wuns ^
Little Bits*
By VERDALEE NOHRIS
Tom Horner just informed me that this column
had to be in twe days earlier because he wants it for
the editorial page. I don’t know why, because his
editorial should be enough un-read material on one
page. However, Herr Horner insisted and I did not
have much time to steal somebody else’s humor, so this
will be cornier than usual.
Writing this every two weeks is certainly proving
to be education. Already I have learned not to stick
my neck out so far. That “eternal struflile” I spoke
of in the last issue turned out to be not so “eternal”
after all.
I’m beginning to feel normal for a chance. Nobody
has called me maladjusted for a week, and ju^ two peo
ple have called me red-haired. But with each rose
there is a thorn: Roxboro’s gift to Elon, the Ben
Kirby’s, keep calling me “Cuddle-bait.”
Graydon Butler wants her name in this column.
If there was anything else to say about her except she
has a s. p. for Fred Register, I might be able to comply
with her wishes.
I didn’t know ’til today dep’t: Eddie Mulford’s
name is really Edward Mortimer Mulford III. (I guess
you’ll think twice before you tease me nex/ time;
Eddie.)
Mrs. Marlette disagrees with the moron, who
thought that Pitching Woo belonged to the Chinese;
she says it is a universal game.
Speaking of Mrs. Marlette reminds me. I really
have built up my wails-resistance since I have been
looking after her two young sons these last few days.
Dr. Bowden really knows all the answers: The
trouble is that nobody will ask him the questions.
This bit of scientific reflection really belongs in Bill
Clapp’s column, but I was the one who snitched it
from Ogden Nash, so I’m going to use it here.
The Firefly
The firefly’s flame
Is somethin for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on
one’s posterior.
If Dr. Hirsch thinks those boys sit in his classes
like knots on a log, he should see them out on campus
some night.
Why doesn’t somebody give Howard Hudson a book
on Basic English and Jack Burch by Emily Post?
These two gifts might revolutionize the future of Elon’s
dining hall.
A BOSTON POST writer, Joe Harrington, defines a
kiss as a contraction of the mouth due to the enlarge
ment of the heart.
Now that the post-war world is really here, I am
waiting for some of those wonderful inventions we
have heard about for four years. I’ll really believe
that the airplane is going to take the place of the car
when I see Ralph Long and gang in one headed for
the drug. Sudden thought. The guy who invents an
airplane you can park behind a cloud will really have
something.
I asked Emerson Whatley for something to finish
filling this column and he said something about two
oak trees on campus that look like one but are really
two and one is just as important as the other be
cause it took just as much time to build one as the
other. Doesn’t make sense to me, does it to you?
Some of the girls on campus are writing letters
to their congressmen to suggest a bill to issue not only
veterans buttons to discharged soldiers, but little but
tons to show who is married and who isn’t.
Then appreciates,
there nobody
are and
these reads
things everybody
that
College Humor
Prof. Reddish: Oxygen is essential for the sub
sistence of all life, and was not discovered until 1774.
Jo Nell Dixon: Mr. Reddish, how did people live
before then?
♦ * ♦ +
Historic Statements
Eve: I simply must have some decent clothes.
Noah: It looks like rain.
Samson: My wife says I gotta get my hair cut.
Little David: Hey, Ma, looka! I just made a sling
shot.
Nero: Here's a song that’ll set the town on fire.
Columbus: Anybody got an egg?
Dante: I got a swell idea for a story.
Sir Walter Raleigh: Step on it kid.
Henry VIII: I'm sorry I ever married you.
Napoleon: I would have won easily if Wellington
hadn’t called in a coupla other guys.
Rip Van Winkle: I think I’ll lie down for a min
ute.
Paul Revere: Does this'road take me to Con
cord?
* * ♦ *
Fred: Well, where have you been all morning?.
Kermit: Filling the salt shakers like you told me
to.
Fred: But what took you so long?
Kermit: It's a mighty tough job pouring salt
through all those little holes.
+ ♦ ♦ *
Dr. McClure: I’m a man of few words.
Dr. French: I know. I'm married, too.
Fleeta Moffilt: Miss Greenfield, may I write my
theme on chewing gum? '
Miss Greenfield: Well, Fleeta, I really think note
book paper is more commonly used.
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With the two epidemics engagementiVus and break
up fever, raging, Snip and Snoop have met with a great
deal of confusion since the last issue of the Maroon
and Gold went to press.
In the third-finger-left-hand-department — KatV-
erine Saunders is the first freshman to get a ring.
Sarah Harris and Eddie Mulford made it official with
a ring last week.
Look-alikes—Betty Benton and Rachael Futrelf
(Hmmmmm!!!)
Newest couple on campus—W. D. Little and Edith
Sharpe. That leaves Fred Register as the remaining
bachelor mentioned in last week’s column. Poor Fred'
Someone wants to know (and we couldn’t find
out) why “Pete” Hensley runs everytime he meets
Betty Blake.
Watts happened to Ben Kirby lately?
We kinda’ miss the old familiar strains of “Always,”
‘ I should Care,” and etc., coming from Whitley every
afternoon this year. They tell us that Wallace Owen
i'j expected to hit the trail for Carolina and Elon
soon, now. How about it. Dot?
Happiest news item of the week: Bob Truitt is
expected home sometime before the first of the year.
Congratulations, Frances.
We aren’t s«re but we think that we saw Pee Wee
Porter with Orville Robinson the other night—We
couldn’t ever see around him well enough to tell.
Why is Lorraine Waugh so peeved at hearing from
but one boy all the time? After all, remember the
manpower situation hasn’t improved but so much.
Hilda Malone deserves to look happy. Fred Comp
ton is back.
It looks as if wedding bells will be ringing for
another Braxton girl soon.
“Stars in Your Eyes,” dedicated to Margaret Rawls,
And George isn’t bald.
Nancy Jordan has found more than relatives liv
ing in Gibsonville—namely Keith Boone.
Is Benton stepping out on Burch, t>r BiSch on
Benton, we couldn’t decide? Or are they just taking
times stepping on one another’s shoe shine?
My, My “Ruse,” that man’s so big. Why don’t
you share him?
Clegg Miller seems to be in a state of confusion—
it’s funny they are both blond day students.
Question of the week—Does Verdalee Norris real
ly have red hair? Please address all answers to us in
care of the Maroon and Gold.
Answer to the question that has puzzled some peo
ple.—Ralph Long must roll up the cuffs of his trousers
because he heard about the freshman girl who thought
they were soooo attractive.
It’s getting serious—Doris Glosson and Carl Neal.
Three cheers for old students coming back next
quarter—it is said that Ace Harrell and Fred Gray, to
mention a few, will return to dear “ole Elon” com '
November. Bob Graham and Ed Daniel, who are nr, ,-
in the arms of labor, are also expected for the v.ii c^r
quarter.
Bill a la Sinatra Williams went over to t-*: game
in Chapel Hill last Saturday . . . but there wasn't a
football game going on in Raleigh Sunday, was there
Bill?
Double trouble: Bill and George Clapp.
Second question of the week: Who threw the
whiskey in the Well? No. It was not the Ministerial
Association.
M. & G. ex-editors Faye Thomas and Mrs. Wil-
liam Ellie Evans, alias Ellie, are expected to be on
the campus for bid-night next week. It is always good
to see the former Greeks return.
None other than our president of the student
body has gone and done it. On the fateful night of
September 22 Emerson Whatley gave away his lib-
erty (not to mention a diamond ring) to the belle of
South Carolina—Martha McDanel. The M. & G
joins with the student body, the faculty. Dr. Smith
and Andy in wishing them many years of happiness
Something new under the sun—Marjorie Moore’s
chocolate jelly. But that catch is that it keeps you
awake half the night suffering.
Be it known unto all peoples, nations, and ton
gues between Gibsonville, Haw River, and all other
foreign countries that Frank “Hotshot” li'i^rs, after
somewhat of a lengthy vacation, is back at Elon for
the current eyar.
H. Reid writes that all is well with Bill and Mary.
The coach has quite a bit of trouble with Helen
Scott and Patsy Wrenn. They insist that they have had
enough physical training after working in a dime store
or shopping for three hours.
Com’on stoodents, let’s make some gossip, ’cause
If n you don’t do anything, we can’t print it.
Poet’s Corner
ELON VS. ROME
Yes, Rome was great.
Once the world pivot state.
She, with pomp and bravo.
Boasted hero after hero. ’ ,
But, when Elon burned
There was no Nero.
—Junius PeediQ