SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1946
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Between week-ends spent in Raleigh
and Mondays spent in recuperating
from a certain secretary’s charms,
Brevitt is workng for his degree with
a chemistry major . . , hails from
Capon Bridge, Virginia (comparable
in size to Elon without the college)
... 5 feet 7 inches, 140 pounds . . .
dark brown hair, flirtatious brown
eyes and a convincing grin.
Came to Elon originally in 1940 and
became a Kappa Psi, S. C. A. and
Day Students’ Orgaanization mem
ber . . . served two years and five
months in the Air Corps with nine
nionths in Italy flying as an engineer
on a B-24 . . . returned to school
this quarter bringing with him the
D. F. C., Air Medal, three oak leaf
clusters, and the E. A. M. E. ribbon
with seven battle stars . . .
Education doesn’t interfere with his
college life . . . likes photography,
tennins, hunting (d-e-e-r, he sez),
fishing, beach parties, swimming,
broad-minded people, adventures
(such as those of a traveling sales
man), steaks, french fries, chicken,
turkey, loud clothes, occasional west
erns, music, intra-mural sports, and
tiddley winks . . . dislikes exams,
English, snap conclusions, zoot suits.
Day Student
Sketch-Book
By DALE HENSLEY
VET ENROLLMENT
AT HIGH MARK
It’s just like the “Pond’s" adver
tisement, the low^down on the Day
Students goes ''on and on and on;” so
does tint pojjlar song, “Put That
Ring On My Finger,” doesn’t it, “Hub-
ba Hubba Rader? This does at least i pacities of scores of American colleges
Army and navy men and women
continue to enter Elon at a surpris
ing rate. Sixty or more new regis
trations are expected / next quarter.
Prospect of a student body of 600
next fall is almost a certainty, and
it may be larger.
Collegiate Press Review for Janu
ary reports as follows:
The rush of veterans to the cam
pus is thieatening to strain the ca-
UIRIN
give me a chance to add my two-bits
and get even with some people, as
well as give out a few orchids to:
Doris Blackwell and Leola Chandler
for the witty remarks they always
have for everyone they meet; to “Pie-
Face" and her shadow for their won
derful dual personality; to “Conceit
ed” Abernathy for taking such good
care of his
and universities. Some 4,000 of them
have enrolled for the winter quarter
at the University of Minnesota, and
the spring Quarter is expected to see
that figure substantially increased.
The story is much the same every
where.
On Decemtier 1, there was an over-
Question; If you were to be strand
ed for a year on an island, what one
person and what book, other than the
Bible, would you like to have with
you?
Joyce Smith.' I won’t name him,
but 1 think he should bring a cook
book to take care of me.
Betty Benton: A birch, beech, gyca-
Biore. Senior Oak—O Dear! I’m all
mixed up. 1 guess I'd take the
fimnies and a bottle of root beer.
Pacific vet: Let’s don’t go. I’ve
The Veterans'
Viewpoint
By BILL WILLIAMS
With Tommy Boyenton, latest addi
tion to the squad, tossing 20 points
through the loop, the Elon Veterans
basketball team ended a five-game
losing streak last Saturday night
when they trimmed the Red Shield
Club of Burlington, 38-24. The game
was played in Burlington High
liad enough of islands. Prefer my School,
books and women right here in Car-
Oilina.
Lem Alien: Any obsequies there?
Little: It better be a Scotchman’s
r ’i1- rmi.in Unn I veteran, enrollment in the country ^ .
son and Donnel Barham HarRfver’’ ' ^ I'll hold out for Noah and
■«' * ^^iham, Haw River a , originally thought; „ fishin’ pole might be
gift to the Elon women; and to Mocile ' - ® nsnin froie nugm ue
Daj% an ex-Wave, for being the neat
est girl Day Student.
that 2,000v000 GIs might return as
students crn some level of education
^ —college or otherwise—but now Dr.
Wanted for Jimmy Roberts; some j piancis J. Brown, American Council
girl who makes beautiful “Cherry
pie,” but as the saying goes, “Don’t
worry about how a girl's lipstick gets
on; worry about the way it gets off!”
Jack Story is now in the Army
(You knew it? So what—1 can still
write aobut it can’t 1? We really miss
him, don't we, Jean It was good to
hear that he did get home this week
end, you look better with the stars
in your eyes.
Walton’s at it again: this is his
theme song, “I'm Alabama Bound.”
It seems that the “I’il gal wif’ de
banjo on her. knee” has him where
she wants him again—back at Elon!
better than readin’.
Ace Harrell: A card shark and a
sleight-of-hand book.
Bobby Harris: I’ll take Robinson
of Education, doubles that estimate. Crusoe—he knew how. And what’s
What this adds up to is a testing j^e matter with that for a book?
time for American schools such as | qoj shepard: Will there be a moon?
they have never experienced a tre- | McClenney: This is the air
mendous piling up of demand against! ^gg j-id of that stone age ques-
their limited plant and teaching re- | tion. Let me ask you one. Pardonnais
sources. The adjustment will be hard, | monsieur. Did you ever get shot j '
Last Monday night Boyenton again
led the Vets, netting 15 points against
the Hillsboro All-Stars at Hillsboro,
but the Elon boys went down in de
feat, 59-41 after leading at halftime,
23-21.
Good news for many of the Vets
came in the form of a letter read to
the group Monday night by Floyd
Boyce, vice president of the Vets’
Club, The letter stated that veterans
who had served a year or more in
the service would be given credit for
two years of physical training. It was
strongly recommended, however, that
all who possibly could, attend the
PANVIO LITERARY
HAS BANQUET
The Panvio Literary Soci.lty held
its annual banquet on Saturday eve
ning, February 9, in the Blueroom of
the Alamance Hotel in Burlington.
Hilda Neese, society president, was
toastmaster and Dr. Merton French
of the Elon faculty was the principal
speaker of the evening. Others on
the program were Dorothy Salmons,
Dorothy Shepherd, Ann Strader, Mar
guerite Hudson, Miss Ann McClenny,
the society sponsor, and Fletcher
Moore.
but no one will begrudge the vet- , over a tall church steeple and
eran the opportunities for continued - ■ ■ , ,
education w'-iich he has seized so
eagerly.
land by a Nazi headquarters? And
what would you do then? No. There
wasn't any moon.
long hikes, lamb chops, all branches Don’tcha’ like me, Harold? Did you
of the armed services, and soap op
eras.
Brev likes the friendly atmosphere
created by Elon students and think’s
Elon's most urgent need is a mod
ern dining hall and dorms . . . his
younger i\iA±iUi£.D brother, Edsel, is
coming iiere next quariir . . . Brev
wants most of ail—after attending
pharmacy scliool—to be comtoriably
situated in life as a high class soda ,
jerk. j
know that Harold plays center with
Plaid Mills—at certain times, and
under certain conditions?
Here's to the three “stoogies, ’
Ruth McPherson, Betty Jane Murray,
and Helen Kingsland. for just enjoy
ing life so very much.
Is there anyone who didn’t know
Jack Moody is home with a discharge?
He’s a former Elon student, a Day
Student, too. Take my word for it,
he’s a swell guy, if you doubt my
word just consult Faye.
What I want to know is, has any
one ever caught that crisp one dollar
bill of Lon McCauley’s? If he doesn’t
watch it. someone is gonna prove to be
I CAPTAIN C. H. WAUGH
magnetic. !
The fatal week approaches—exam-1 rtlISS EDNA REITZEL WEDS
ination week. It does mean getting
holidays, gaining some new students
and losing some old ones. Ruth i
Charke is one who will be leaving. |
You're all right. Ruthey: we like you i Miss Edna Louise Reitzel, class of
a lot and we’re really going to miss , ’45. was married to Captain Carter H.
Tentative plans are being made for
a social the first week in the Spring
quarter for members and their dates.
The big smiles the vets have been
giving out with in the P. O. this
month are being caused by the sight
of the additional fifteen dollars on
the subsistance checks. Hubba! Hub
ba!
you and the happiness you bring. Be
sure* to come around to se us, hear?
Does it seem queer to you that so
suddenly Emery’s car should stop—
almost automatically—beside a cer
tain dark green Dodge; or am I just
trying too hard to find some gossip
to tell ya’?
As I've previouslp mentioned this
could go “on and on and on" provided
you keep making a lotta good juicy
gossip for us to tell about, but I've
Waugh, U. S. Army Air Forces, on
February 2, at Chesterfield, South
Carolina. They will make their home
at 4537 Beatty Drive. Riverside, Cal
ifornia.
Mrs". Waugh was prominent at Elon
an a student leader and excelled in
many athletic events. She trained
for the teaching profession, doijig
graduate study at the University of
North Carolina last sumer. Many
friends on the Elon campus will wish
Wiliam Allen White of Kansas, on
discovering “Omelette au Rhum” in
Fitn'ce, wrote a home-town friend:
“Wouldn't it be wonderful if our hens
would lay eggs like that?”
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Ladies’ Hall special . . . number one '
on the female side of personality for i
this week . . .''im, v'sor and vitality i
, , , hair up in socks . . . long flannel
gown . . . jiving away on a “squeak-
squeak" (better known as a clarinet)
. . . you’ll find her running around
the hall most any night about 10:45 j
trying to get a bath before 11:00 . .
can it be done?
Alice Elizabeth Holland. Senior, naa-
joring in English, is mighty proud of
the fact that she lives five houses
down from Senator Hoey in Shelby,
N. C. On the same side of the street,
too . . . class ... no less. With her
Persian cattish eyes . . .burnt orange ^ western end of Hen- | foot ceiling of scattered clouds. The
hair . . . and a very u j Field, Guadalcanal. The night was cool. The slender silhou-
figure . . . quite an appeara ^ bi-jefing room was nothing more than i ettes of the palm trees with their
makes when seen in an a o ' jj, tarpaulin set up over the flattened Umply hanging branches fringed the
Most of her time is spent maikmg ^^^ P ^ i.ttioe-work
i were tunneled little dens used for of-
gotta do some “cramming” now and much happiness to'Captain and Mrs.
quick, too! I Waugh. i ifeA,
the torpedo bomber could not stand
the strain in a dive of that distance,
whereas the rugged “Dauntless" dive
bomber could take most any kind of
punishment.
From the slope of the hill we
could see over the paira trees down
We had just finished a briefing in to the ocean a couple of miles away,
the Strike Command Operations | Myriad st^rs looked down on Kukum
burnt orange ' Sl’^ck atop a hill about 20 feet in | Beach, twinkling through the 25,000
I , _ western end of Hen- foot ceiling of sea
derson Field, Guadalcanal. The night was cool. The slender silhou-
The following is an eyewitness
account of an incident that hap
pened on Guadalcanal, written
by Merritt Burns, former captain
in the Marine Corps, and now a
student here:
up your cuts in^the Dean’s office, but
some how she has found time te^par- communications. It
ticipate in the usual campus
band . . . Education Club ...
S. C. A. . . . twice assistant director
of the college annual . . . twice hon-
oied the May Day celebration with
her prt^ ence . , . also, a regular pa
tron of the soda shop.
Lib likes “Nuisance” . . . Shelby
. . her cocker s'paniel . . . pups too
. dill pickles . . . riding in a con
vertible with the top down in the
rain . . . people who are easy to talk
too . . . jive and dancing . . . Senior
Oak . . . just about everything ex
cept: people who tell little falsehoods
gals who try to snake her man
. and findins five pictures of the
same boy in her room one night . . .
was that a “like” ... we just
v^as large enough to seat about forty
people on boards laid across empty
bomb crates; and on the posts’which
supported the canvas cover were nail
ed pieces of plywood for maps and
beach. They made a lattice-work
through which the lights from a field
truck on Fighter Strip Number One,
a mile west of Henderson, cut swath
ing slashes (as it mamneuvered into
positon to light the landing strip for
the last patrol of returning fighter
planes). Down on Henderson Field we
photographs. The sides of the room , could see the activities of the ground
were made of strips of Marston Mat i crewsreadying the lanes for the dawn
strike; and a mile over to the east
lay Fighter Strip Number Two, quiet
or
can't >eem to remember.
Greatest ambition
graduate
reinforced with sandbags, with a
two-foot strip of screen wire around
the top for light and ventilation.. We
were keeping the Japanese airfields
on New Georgia, Kolombangara and
Ballale Islands neutralized so that
they could not be used, as they had
been in the past, as staging areas for
strikes against us: and the briefing
with all its planes tucked in for the
night save three night-fijghters vi'hich
were circling at 20,000 feet overhead,
some thirty miles apart. Across the
water from Kukum Beach could be
seen the Naval Operating Supply
Depot at Lunga Point with its unload-
one of the pilots from the silhouette j
of the plane as it came into focus
against a cloud. Then another trail
followed the first, paralleling its every
curve and bend like the twin rail on
a railroad track. One glance at the
twin-tail boom of the second plane
told us that it was a P-38 night-fight
er, one of several which had landed
at Fighter Strip Number Two a few
days before. As the streamers de
scribed an ellipse over the island,
the P-38 closed on the Jap until the
vapor trails became two giant serpents
entwined in a death grip.
The only sound was an occasional
throbbing hum from the motors of
the planes, five miles high, and the
gentle lapping of the surf on the
beach. As the fighters circled the
island for the second time, a strange
pantomine was enacted. The dragou
vapor-trail of the P-38, closing on its
victim, darted forth a firy tongue of
flame, A few seconds later there was
second burst; flashes from incendiary
bullets belched rapidly beneath the
stars. Now the trail of vapor became
lost in the lower altitude as the Jap
dived to escape. Another dash of
tracers punctuated the darkness, de
scribing an arc and lighting a torch
in the void as they found ther mark,
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for another “milk run” on the ing ships lying silently at anchor in' The torch grew to an expansive
Jawn strike against Vila Airfield, Kol
ombangara Island, an area which, in
the operations of the past several
fvonrcollege and settle down to the 1 weeks, had become as familiar to the
life of a 5th grade ^^hool teacher in j 1^
the Shelby school . . . at least for a ^ ^
guess is as good as ours. > Command Intelligence Officer, “no
Some time during her life Lib wants
to invent an alarm clock that wakes
her up playing “Begin the Beguine
. . . starts the coffee . . . makes the
toast and puts the cat out while she
gets just a few more winks of- beauty
sleep . . . more power to you, pal.
First and foremost in her memories
o,( Elon will always be Dr, Bowden
, , , then, the cadets . . . the campus
in the moon light -. . . tree number
five . . . and life at Ladies’ Hall . . .
Seems that there was one more small
item that started with a “B” and
ended with a “K” . . . but of course
we have forgotten what that was.
(Feature Editor’s note: This gal is
as hard to interview as Mr. Bille
“Jerk” Claytor . . . rather interesting
though.)
life'of'a sS grade schoolTeacher in pilots as their own backyards. “Noth
,ol . . . at least for a i ing to worry about, conchided Nav^
couple of years . . . then? . . . your j Lieutenant Tom Nedson
opposition expected, and if there is,
you have the screen of our own
fighters at 18,000 feet. They would
see any Jap coming down from
Ballale before you would.”
The briefing over, we all ambled
outside on the slope of the hill. Ma
jor William J. O'Neil, the command
ing officer of our squadron, Marine
Torpedo Bombing Squadron 233, was
razzing Major Claude N. Carlson, the
C. O. of the dive-bombing outfit. Ma
rine Scout Bombing Squadron 142,
about the slowness of the dive bomb
ers.
“Want to race?” asked O’Neil.
“Sure,” said Carlson, “I’ll name the
course. We’ll go to 15,000 feet and
come straight down.”
Major Carlson was well aware that
bay. Occasionally a megaphoned or- orange-red sheet of flame at the
der drifted across the water. The fourth burst of fire from the relent-
entire scene portrayed tropical peace, less P-38. There was a moment , of
Even the waves lapped against the suspended action as the flaming blot
cora’i beach with a hushed air. | hung motionless in the sky and the
Suddenly the quiet of the night night-fighter disappeared in the dark-
was broken by the deep reverbera- ness; then the “Betty' fell, topsy-
tions of the air-raid gong. Before
the sound of the second alert signal,
all lights on the island were blinked
out. As we scurried to the sides of
t'oxholes, I heard Lt. Richard W. John
son, a lad from Indianapolis and one
of the best section leaders, grumble,
"If you don’t get a night that’s black
as the shades of Hades, you get a
nice, clear, moonlight night to get
bombed.” Again a silence settled over
the island, but now it was a different
silence, the tense, alert, expectance
of thousands of G. I.’s. We stood
besides the foxholes, eyes turned up
ward, peering into the darkness,
searching the scattered clouds.
With the suddennes and quiet of a
nightbird, from over the ocean there
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turvily throug hspace, a fiery cross-
now spiralling, now end over end—
it plunged, until the end of the fall
was announced by a muffled boom
and a final flare of burning gasoline
over in the jungle two miles away.
Spontaneously everyone cheered—a
cheer such as has never been heard
at a football game. A1 Hollis, a strap
ping fellow from El Paso, Texas,
drawled, “Well now, that was a right
pretty picture. Made up for the movie
1 missed toni^ijgt.'’
The moon lay serenely in the star-
studded sky. The gentle carressing
of the coral beach by the waves was
unbroken. The palm trees remained
immutably in the same stance. Quiet
se'ttled again over Guadalcanal as we
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