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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 3. 1945
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THOUGHTS
I am a part of all I have met.—Tennyson.
I will not leave you comfortless.—Words
of Jesus. John 14:18.
Consider The Mighty Atom
A few months ago a group of scientists split an
atom and dropped a bomb in New Mexico that shook
the world and (if we can believe what scientists say)
will continue to do so for centuries to come. Some
experts warn that, should the secret of the atomic pow
er fall into the wrong hands, there might be no future,
and even the most conservative claim that the clumsy,
old-fashioned method of killing off our enemies and
ourselves with nitro-glycerine is gone forever and that,
should there be another war, it would make the last
one look like an old-maids’ argument.
' However, there are optimists who point out the
advantage of atomic energy, claiming that far from
leaving the little atoms alone, scientists should con
tinue smashing them to provide the world with atomic
power to do everything from flying an airplane to beat
ing an egg, thereby becoming mankind’s blessing. It
is my hope that we shall allow the optimist to have
his way, but even now, as the parliaments of men
wrangle over the quesXion of what to do with the
atomic secret, newspapers carry cheerful headlines like
WORLD EXPLOSION UNLIKELY or ATOMIC EX
PLOSION WOULD ONLY TILT THE WORLD and
we are left to wonder if the human race isn't nearing
the finish line.
As a member of the group of animals who are
likely to be destroyed by this new force, I heartily
approve President Truman’s measure for controllling
it. In a recent message to Congress he called for a
national policy on all phases of atomic energy, as well
as on the bomb. He also proposed immediate formal
negotiations for international control and hinted that
international talk was already going on. He backed
up his plans for internati;nal control with some im
portant facts, pointing oi/ thif' the essential knowledge
upon which the atomic bomb discovery is based is al
ready widely known and that only time separates the
rest of the world from the atomic bomb secret.
Sharing President Truman’s view, I should like
to point out that to WITHOLD the secret from the rest
of the world would merely retard human progress. Men
from all nations working together solved the mysteries
of the atomic force and by this same cooperative spirit,
nations, like men, can share the secret, proceed for pro
tective measures against this new energy, and convert
it to usefulness. . ^
Obviously, the secrets of this new force should not
be revealed to the public until a defense against it
has been perfected; but universal agreement can be
obtained aboui appropriate measures to prevent any
unwarranted use of it. The revelation of the secret
to other nations should prove more than any other
gesture that our support of internationalism is nol
empty. In fact, it seems that now that the atom is
split, man may no longer be “master of his fate” un
less he becomes “captain of his soul.”
If men working together can solve so great a mys
tery as that of the atom, they can solve the problems
of human relations and it is prophetic that at tfie
beginning of what may be the 'atomic age we have
begun creating a peaceful, united world.
The use of power from atom-splitting is inevitable
—whether it be constructive or destructive remains
to be seen. President Truman's plans have gone a long
way in deciding whether, come the dawn of tomor
row, we shall be up and atom or, like the Japs, wake
up with a-tomic ache.—V. N.
LITTLE UN:3
LITTLE Bl
Everytime I begin this column, I think of the ex
pression “a person is judged by what he reads” and
I wonder if the same applies to what he writes. If
it does, that might account for some of those dirty
looks I have been getting recently. (Well, you read
it don’t you? Look what class that puts you in).
I asked several people for suggestions for this
week’s column and 1 was either ignored, sneered at,
stepped on, or threatened, so I gave up trying. Jack
Burch said if I put him in I would be sorry and “Sonny”
Hurdle said if I didn’t I would be, so you see what
I'm up against. When I asked Ben Kirby, he sighed
and moaned “To be or not to be . . .” I wonder if
he knows that most of the people who waste their
time trying to decide whether to be or not to be wake
up to find themselves has beens.
Several surveys by leading women’s fashion journ
als have proven that, saddle-shoes are definitely out of
style for college girl wear; however, the college girls
do no know this and continue to wear them anyway./
Since Edward Mortimer Mulford III chased Sara
Harris until she caught him it seems that he wants
everybody to get themselves twitterpated. He asked
me today to begin a campaign to get his roommate a
girl friend.
In looking through a 1934 issue of the Saturday
Evening Post, I came across this sentence scoffing at
the scientists who were toying with the atom (yes, even
vi'ay back then!); “The scientists are still trying»to
smash the atom. Why don’t they just give it to the
kid next door.” (Hey, mister, looks as though one of
them did something like that. Just look what hap
pened!)
To Jo Earp goes our favorite pin-up of Cary Grant
(sorry, Jo, I don’t have one of Tom Hoffman) for her
v.'eekly literary pin-ups on the literary bulletin board
Jo, they really are clever and interesting.
No newspaperman will ever adopt as his slogan,
the one phrase the court jester sentenced to death by
hanging for making too many puns uttered as his last
words—“No noose is good noose.”
Nobody told me but I’ll bet the mountaineer in the
following story is one of Howard Hudson’s ancestors.
(Howard is even thriftier with his words than Grandpa
of the story.) It seems that Grandpa Hudson went out
hunting (or whatever mountaineers do when they go
out) and he didn’t come back for a long, long while.
When he failed to show up for supper. Grandma be
came worried and sent out one of the younger Hud
son’s to look for Grandpa. When little Hudson found
Grandpa he \\as standing all alone and lonely in a
clump of brushes. Young Hudson spoke up and said,
“Gettin’ late, ain’t it Grandpa ”
“Yep.”
“Almost dark, ain’t it?”
“Yep.” ,
“Time for supper!”
“Yep.”
“Gettin’ hung»V. ain’t you, Gran»lpa?”
“Yep.”
“Comin’ home?”
“Nope.”
“Why?” ■
“I’m a’standin’ in a b’ar trap.”
I think this poem is funny and it doesn’t matter
whether you do or not, I need something to finish this
column. The name of it is “Ode to Fall” and it was
taken from a gentleman's magazine—anyway it was a
man’s magazine.
The naked hills lie wanton to the breezes.
The fields are nude, the grove’s unfrocked.
Bare are the shining limbs of shameless trees.
What wonder is it that the corn is shocked?
October Roses
The Maroon and Gold likes to keep a spook moving
about the campus to find out, ever so unobtrusively,
what goes on. Especially do we like to discover some
one who does work well without expectation of receiv
ing our attention. October roses symbolize the acco
lade we would like to give to all the modest and effi
cient people we know. If your name does not head
this column, it may be that the spook will find you
next time.
One sweet rose of our own picking to Miss Violet
Hoffman for her quiet efficiency, charm and good
judgment, and for helping us out with an ocasional
bit of poetry that is truly excellent. Her sense of humor
is rare, delightful, and never at the expense of kind
liness.
Two red, red roses to Ronnie Cates and Joe
Golembek for being big in all directions. We hope
they get in “Doc” Newton's hair, if he has hair (we
have yet to see the man), and give Guilford’s five a
L-ixty-four dollar trimming in basketball.
A couple of our best to Captain Plybon for bring
ing an Oklahoma beauty to Carolina. Our respect for
him increases in proportion to our understanding of
his fabulous luck out where the West is the West.
An armful of roses to the G. I.’s who are bringing
back to campus a flavor of their years in the service
of ttie U. S. A.—and a touch of glory to be kept for
ever in memory. We mean the Navy too. Blow us
down the hatch in a fog, but don’t think we mean to
leave out anybody. We hope some more Waves and
Wacs ripple in to join the stars at Elon. '
Science In The News
By BILL CLAPP
Transplanted hearts that continue to function nor
mally have been demonstrated by Prof. Nikolai Sinit
sin of the Gorky Medical Institute, Moscow. Trans
plantations have been accomplished on rabbits, cats,
and dogs, with no ill effects.
Earlier Prof. Sinitsin succeeded in transplanting
hearts in cold-blooded vertebrates. He completely re
placed a frog’s heart with that of another and the in
dividual lived more than six months. The experiments
with warm-blooded animals so far have been limited
to transplanting an extra heart on the neck. The hearts
both function normally and have their own rhythm with
no complications in blood pressure.
The value of this work includes a better under
standing of the growth of transplanted parts and de
velopment of a system for connecting blood vessels.
The method used in these experiments is reported to
result in little loss of blood and in complete healing
of the vessels where they are sewn together.
The work is also expected to provide a better un
derstanding of heart diseases through a better method
of studying them. Heart diseases seem to be the great
est cause of death. Probably this is because our bodies
cannot adjust to the strenuous tempo of life as we
now live it.
Who knows? Perhaps two hearts are just what we
need to help us along. It certainly would be conven
ient to know that in case of heart failure we could
get a "replacement.” And then there is the less
serious question of how much more serious “heart trou
ble” (the kind that college students are more likely
to have) would be to one who had two hearts to be
broken. As for the trouble of Letty Sue Boyd as
printed in the last issue of this periodical, this column
offers no solution. We are sure that the arvice of
Snip, however, will ^’e well taken.
Concerning speed, the speed of a baseball as it
leaves the pitcher’s hand or as it strikes the catcher’s
mitt or anywhere in between can be measured with
a new electronic timing device. Speeds of moving ob
jects are timed within a ten-thousandth of a second.
The same versatile instrument can measure the speed
of a rifle bullet or a camera lens. The measurement
is accomplished with two beams of light which are
broken by the traveling object. The time between
cutting of the two beams measures the speed.
College Humor
Mot; I’m going to take up horse-back riding. It
will increase my social standing. ”
Marjie: I can’t vouch for the social part, but it will
increase your standing, no doubt.
♦ ♦ * ♦
Jack Johnson; Have you any mail for me? ■'
Mrs. Lambeth; What’s your name?
Jack; Oh, you’ll find it on the envelope.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Overheard in the dining hall; Boy, when you get
to the tender part of that steak, that’s the plate.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Miss Muse; Jo, how do ffie foreign d|;hes com
pare to the English ones?
Jo Earp; Oh, they break just the same.
Bill T.; I dated a girl who is a mind reader last
night!
Larry; Really? Did she tell you what you were
thinking?
Bill; No. She ust sat and blushed the entire
evening.
* ♦ ♦ *
Freshman Essay On A Mule
The mewl is a hardier bird than the guse or
turkie. It has two legs to walk with, two more to kick
with, and wears its wings on the side of its head. It
is stubbornly backward about going forward.
♦ ♦ * ♦ ^
Stop Me, If!
A door knob is a thing a revolving door goes
around without ... A straw is something which you
drink through two of them . . . Gobble stones are a
pavement that people would rather were asphalt than
... A fern is a plant that you are supposed to water
once a day but if you don’t it dies, and if you do, it
dies anyway, only not as soon . . . Summer is a season
that in winter you wish you could keep your room
warm as ... A cartoon is a funny drawing that makes
people laugh when other people claim cigarettes come
in it . . . Cream is something which dry cereal doesn’t
taste as good without it, unless you use milk but haven’t
any . . . And one car they are all dying to ride in is
the hearse!
+ ♦ ♦ ♦
Teacher; “Johnny, how would you punctuate this
sentence—“Mary walked out on the beach in her new
bathing suit’.”
Johnny; “I’d make a dash after Mary.”
' —The Twig
♦ * * *
A returned soldier says he saw a bed in England
twenty feet long and ten feet wide. Sounds like a lot
of bunk.
—The Twig
SNIPiUL
SNOOfe
— "tlie. li«i^Kole accoarlt
of
camp'
iU6 events....
It seems to us, (for this is written collectively, so
you all can’t jump on jusi one person), that we just
get one of these things, (namely, Snip and Snoop Col-
um) written and all the hurt feelings and broken bones
patched up when it is time for another one. If we were
any place but Elon it would be impossible to get this
gossip in, but here everyone else knows what you
said, why you said it, where you said it and how long
it took, long before you even thought about saying
it much less about whether you were going to have a
date to say it to. Anyway—here goes.
Jimmy Lyons and Ann Ashley seem to be hitting
it off well, and that’s an understatement. He’s here
this week-end, too, isn’t he Ann?
At last it has hit Ladies Hall! That makes Fred
Register’s score perfect. He’s broken a heart in every
dormitory now.
Last Friday night was quite a mix-up. Camp
Butner forgot to send a bus, or something like that.
They sure didn’t forget Saturday night though. The
only difference was that the soldiers must have come
Carolina Trailways.
How in the world did Jessie Thurecht get those
scratches on her legs!
Clegg Miller still seems to be undecided about
those two blond day students.
I guess you all know by now that Lois Dean has
a brother. He is expected to arrive an^ time. Bring
him around, Lois.
The record of one dining-hall table is one- hundred
per cent “white slips” received. But the record of all
records will be broken when nobody spills anything
or makes any breaks that aren’t too bad at Verdalee’s
table.
“Pep” Watkins seems to have his interest centered
in East; It’s kinda’ hard to figure out the short and
tall of it, isn’t it, “Pep”?
They say the lovebug bit Earl Danieley, and he
had to stay in the bed from the* infection.
It sure was nice to see Gene Poe back on campus
last Sunday night. He and Flo (alias Mrs. Eugene Pres
ton Poe) spent the week-end in Rockingham.
How he does it, isn’t known, but Sonny Hurdle al
ways manages to have his head over the shoulder o5k
the person who is writing an M. & G. article. Get
away. Sonny, your face is dirty!
Back together again-^ack Holt and Janice Chase.
Nuisance and Lem seem to be reconciled, too. Well,
well.
Advice to Jack Sunburn; Watch out, two girls
at your table are out for you. Freshmen at that.
We would like some information on how the ro
mance between Louise Clayton and Calvin Milan is
coming along. It’s hard to tell, but we are willing to
lay bets that everything is O.K.!
Paige is expecting Danny Banks one of these first
week-ends.
J. C. Smith’s sister is Mary Hope Smith ... all
old Elonites will remember J. C.
Hal Foster is expected this week-end also. This
campus is beginning to look like a U.S.O. or a home
for returning servicemen over the week-ends, but that’s
good!
Bill Clapp and Patsy Wrenn seem inclined to make
it a foursome with Jo Earp and Tom Hoffman every
Saturday night.
Poet’s Corner
PHILIPPINE TWILIGHT
Definition of far—something to keep warm by.
Soft and slowly falls the grayish.
Purplish mist across the sky.
Gently laps the falling water on the sand.
Quietly evening shadows lengthen.
Deepen over Mother Earth
The universe seems ’Twixt
A murmur and a gentle sigh.
Night birds call unseen from heaven,
With their mournful cooing cry,
Answers comes across the rushes,
Assuring love that love Is nigh.
Clouds that once with white bright splendor.
Drifted, scudded ’cross the heaven
Turn a deep more somber color,
^ Night shades to the heaven are given.
' Tree tops nod in silent rhythf^
As the night winds softly play,
Melodies of meditation,
_ • In the marshes by the,Ji^y.
Maker gives to His creation,
Rest relief at the birth of night.
Grants k) earth, grown tired of brilliance.
Gentle, sweet repose ... at twilight.
Jessie Weldon Harrington.
Jessie Weldon Harrington of RnVir tr . ^
was a former sudent at Elon and president oT^’ 5 ^
class. At the time he wrote this n.pm h
with the Navy as a lieutenant serving
as a transport pilot. His remarlT
good poetry, but perhaps it will ”ot
as t* how the twilight falfe on the isla^ds^’”'^