SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1946
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What a piece of work is a man! how noble
in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and
moving how express and admirable! in action
how’ like an angel! in apprehension how like a
god!
—Shakespeare
What is man, that thou art mindful of him?
and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
For thou hast made him a little lower than
the angels, and hast crowned him with glory
and honor.
—Psalms 8:4-5
Concept Of The
Soul
MOST PRECIOUS of all the elements on earth
is human spirit. It is God’s gift to every man—the
meanest beggar in the streets, the king with countless
rubies. No thief can steal it; rust corrupt it. No
despot scheme can wrest it from us. For those who
recognize its immortality, it is the one thing which
even Death cannot destroy, the one enduring treasure.
That the soul is immaterial, as well as intelligent,
is self-evident. Remaining unseen and undiscovered to
the eyes and fingers of science, yet it exists within our
earthly bodies, an intangible flame that flickers or
burns steadily according to the faithfulness of its cor
poreal keeper. Its invisibility, then, is the spirit’s sec
ond quality of value. Though tyrants crush the bones
of fellow-men, or scourge the flesh to ribbons, their
hands are powerless to seize the ethereal; they must
turn away frustrated. And, though the shoulders sag
beneath the press of worldly burden, inwardly that
priceless pillar of incorporeal fire upholds our head and
keeps our knees from buckling—^but only for as long
as we may choose to keep it fed.
Thereon hangs the spirit’s immortality. Intelli
gent, invisible—yes, and immortal insomuch as it never
dies except it kills itself. While Faith and Will abide
tc nourish and protect it, no force on earth can ex
tinguish the Divine blaze. Faith is the fuel of the soul;
and Will its protecting lamp-chimney. So thus we
have the answer, too, to that final query—the spirit’s
termination. God remains a spirit within us for as
long as we would have Him, through life—aye, and in
death also—but if we are not faithful to His flame, yien
—only God remains.—A. W. B.
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What About That
Organisation
What about that organization? There are over
thirty or more of them on campus—classes, religious
associations, language clubs, professional clubs, Greek-
letter groups, literary societies, and what have you.
There has been a great deal of criticism heaped upon
some of the campus organizations lately. Oftimes cor
rective criticism is helpful,, provided that the persons
who do the criticizing are willing to help bring about
the correction.
We often hear someone say, “Why Join the SCA.
You don’t do anything after you join.” Dear students,
this is true only for those who don’t put anything into
it. Of course, it won’t 'mean anything to you if you
lake no interest in its program of activities. There are
so many things that the SCA does that some students
know nothing of. It does more than any other campus
organization to make new students feel welcome on
campus. The members of the Senior Cabinet write
friendly letters to the new students in the summer,
even before they arrive. And it gives a party for
them during the first week of school. The fresh
man SCA is the only organization on campus exclusive
ly for freshmen and is usually one of the largest groups
on the campus, therefore its possibilities are unlimited.
The SCA has recently purchased twelve dollars worth
of games with a part of its funds earned last fall at
the Halloween carnival. These are for the student
body to use. The SCA is responsible for vespers, morn
ing watch, various chapel programs, and student body
socials on campus, as well as other worthwhile activi
ties.
If there are other phases of activities in which you
are interested surely there is one, out of the thirty
campus organizations, in which you can express your
talents. The world loves a doer far better than it does
a talker, so let’s remember this from now on.
Over The Shoulder
Taken from the Humor Section of the 1915 Phipsicli
Proverbs of an Elonite
1. A studious boy maketh a glad professor; but a
numbskull is a grevious burden unto himself.
2. He that loafeth about and doeth nothing shall
certainly be shipped, and that right away.
3. Love the professor as thyself, and thou shalt
pass the exams.
4. Remember the Sabbath day, and go to church
for. if thou faileth, thou shalt surely be on probation
during SOCIAL hour.
5. A good grade is rather to be chosen than much
knowledge.
6. Any fool can go to bed: getting up takes a man.
7. He that faileth in love while in college will not
profit thereby.
8. Bow down thine ear and hear the words of thy
professor and apply thine heart to thy sweetheart.
Science In The News
By BILL CLAPP
Radio hams are back on the air. “Hams” is the nanle
by which amateur radio operators identify themselves.
Silenced since Pearl Harbor, the hams are returning to
the air on frequencies recently assigned by F. C. C.
(Federal Communications Commission).
Hams are required to have two licenses—one for
themselves and one for the transmitter. They have
tc have a thorough knowledge of radio theory and have
to be able to send and receive International Morse
Code at thirteen words per minute.
There were 60,000 hams before the war, contact
ing friends all over the world. Their equipment may
cost as little as twenty-five dollars and be built by
themselves. One wealthy ham spent $100,000 for his
equipment. The stories of ham operators usefulness
during times of emerger*:y such as floods are numei»{is.
A ham operator may get around the world on five or
ten watts power. They are lalowed to use up to 1000
watts power, but most of them use about 100 watts—
the power used by an ordinary light bulb.
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A new method of making permanent waves with
out heat treatment is a recent triumph of modern
chemistry. The protein molecules of the hair are
changed in the process by the application of chemicals.
Certain chemicals such as sodium sulfide or beta-hy-
droxyelthylmercaptane are used to cause the protein
molecules of the hair to split up. The hair is twisted
into the position desired, and by an oxidation process
the short molecules are recombined in their new po
sition.
Essentially, hair is a bundle of long protein mole
cules intertwined with one another and linked togeth
er crosswise at intervals. The chemical cold wave pro
cess breaks the cross-links, bends the fiberous bundle
to the shape desired, and establishes new cross-links
by the combinations of the parts.
Proteins are chemically condensed amino acids,
connected together in long chains. T^ie axtyno acids
^re alike in that they contain one acid group and
one amino group, but are different in other details.
Connections between these molecules are made between
the amino group and the acid group. These links, or
connections, are so numerous and so well distributed
that they give the hair protein a bundle of certain re
siliency, a shape to which it tends to return itself.
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Annual match production of the United States:
196,000,000,000.
SNIPiii
SNOOiP,
• -the U«i^Kole accourft
of campus cverrts...
It’s been a busy time since the last issue . . . There
are many new students, especially boys which would
naturally need a lot of extra work . . . What’s this
about Homer Euliss, the Hermit of North Dorm and a
Day Student girl? . . . Innoqence Abroad: But I can’t
imagine what that noise was that woke the girls in
East . . . Wonder why the girls in West prefer the
sonny side of the dorm? . . . We hear that Paul Brown’s
bass is again inspiring the occupants of North to heights
cf something other in the early hours of the morn
. . . Mary’s sister is good looking, huuh? . . . Tough about
missing last week-end, Ruth. She is still mighty sweet,
hunh, Don? ... Is Earl Allen a jitterbug, or isn’t he?
. . . Where does Bob Barett live, in Publishing House
or Ladies’ Hall? ... on the radio we hear that girls
“are sweet, healthy and honest.”
Shorty really had an “All-Wright” a couple of week
ends ago . . . Henry Huff is back on campus, after an
interval of four years. He brought his interest in wom
en back with him . . . Ellen Parks’ heart belongs to
the Navy, so we hear . . . Poor Graydon and Fleta! To
them we offer this solace, “You suffer for the sins of
many” ...
Seen dating at the Freshman-Sophomore: Jo Watts
and Bill Williams; Lois Mintz and Ned Foushee; Edna
House and Bunk Satterfield; Anne Byrd and Dick York;
Jo Earp and Tom Hoffman; Warren and Judy
Burns; Jimmy, Madren and Marjorie Moore; Carolyn
Jlonseour and Floyd Boyce, etc.
Pee Wee’s new boy friend is a nice fit . . . Lucille
Morgan went to the c-c-c-c-c- elebration with Baxter
Twiddy. Oh, those after effects Lucille . . . Booby
Harris and Vert almost ain’t. Bet we know whose fault
it is, too . . . Fred and Lib look nice at each other
that way ... We like Betty Sue’s man’s looks . . .
Rachel why did you go home that week-end. We missed
you. (We really did.)
Patty Cochrane really looked like a Queen at the
Reception. Jack must have been proud of you
Warren Johnson’s got his sister’s face down Pat . .
Baseball practice takes up a lot of time . . . 'Tommy
seems to have settled down. We think you did well.
Flo is mighty cute . . . Hal Foster is quite a character
. . . And with this little gem from somebody’s collec
tion, which everybody else seems to think is so funny.
We don't get it.
Mary had a little plane
In which she loved to frisk
And wasn’t she a little fool
Her little *.
College Humor
Navy doctor: “Son, you’ve got acute appendicitis.”
Recruit: “Please, doc, stop your kidding. I didn’t
come here to be admired.”
Dialogue:
Are you allergic?
No, I’m Harry.
Were you inoculated?
No, I was drafted.
Got your appendix?
Haven’t been issued one yet.
Great heavens, man, don’t you know the King’s
English?
The hell he is!
Here’s to her eyes and her nose;
Here’s to her hair and her toes.
And just to get the best of her
Here’s to all the rest of her.
Hickory, Dickory, Dock
The mice ran up the clock.
The clock struck one—
A hell of a lot of mice have been killed that way.
Dr. Hirsch: “If the President of the United States
died, who would get the job?”
Dave: “A Democratic undertaker.”
A damsel who hailed from Madrid
Was naughty in all that she did
She favored strip poker.
And played till it broke her
Which made her a popular kid.
A mint julip is a depth bomb with a southern drawl.
I drink to you when together,
I drink to you when alone;
I drink to your health so often _
I’ve darned near ruined my own.
Soldier: “Say, do you take anything off for cash?”
Salesgirl: “This is a department store—not a bur
lesque.”
LITTLE UN ^
I,iTTLi Bira
....
According to campus opinion, Little Wun needs
to widen her horizons. It seems that I write too much,
too often, about too many of the same people. Calvin
“When I make a pass, you'll know it” Milam says Little
Bits reminds him of a stock-yard . . . just full of bull;
and Earl “All bull and a yardwide” Danieley thinks I
am too brutally frank about personal matters. Tchi
Teh , a>^d Winchell rose to fame at this.
Flo -“I’ll Walk Alone” Chandler missed her bus
because she took too long telling Tom “I ain’t a wolf
no more’’ Foust goodbye; and that’s what they mean
when they say “She was left holding the bag.”
Only the brave deserve the fair;-« word to the wise
is sufficient; and girls will be girls ... if Jimmy Park
er, Robert Moore, Bob Harris, Ed Griffith, Vernon At
kins, Steve Walker, Mai Nash, and Ed Foushee will just
ask me. I’ll tell them whose s. p.’s they are. (Ed.
note. S. P. is Elonguage for secret passion.")
Link “I wasn’t on that stag party” Howard thinks
that he may get into the Elon Players on the basis of
his experience ... he has his arm in a cast.
Conversation at mid-morning: Joe “Dark Eyes”
Koury: “Hey, Dr. Hirsch, what’s this you wrqte on my
paper?”
Dr. Hirsch: “I asked you to please write plainer.”
1 wonder if Marion “No relation to Ilka” Chase
and Dick “Oh, brother” York, who call Jonesboro
’“Cheesetown,” have heard about the cat who ate
cheese and waited for a rat with baited breath. (Cam
pus opinion also calls this column corny.)
THE DEFINITION OF A KISS
(As if it needed defining)
It is a noun because it is both common and proper.
It is a conjunction because it joins together.
It is a verb because it may be active or passive.
It is a preposition because it needs an object.
It is an adjective because it needs no explanation.
It is an infinitive because it expresses great action.
It is an adverb because it tells how much he loves
you.
This week we give Ann “The Mouth” Ashley, whose
conversation is as self-winding as a yo-yo, a public ad
dress system to aid her in her twenty-four hours a day
broadcasting service; and to Bill “The Jerk” Claytor
M-e give a nice shining suit of armor for proving that
gallantry is not dead.
Speaking figuratively, someone has said that a boy
running after a pretty girl is running true to form.
Well, if you have read this far you know there
jsn t anything to write about ... Dr. French has even
turned to telling moron jokes in class.
„ , ‘^at they know whose
fault It IS that Mr. Harris and I almost ain’t, and pard-
ner, III take that bet.
Harry Hershfield says the survival of the fittiest
IS going to make some guy awful lonesome someday,
but 111 take another bet and say it won’t be a guy but
a gal. ^
Chink” Spivey says “Women are provokln’—God
bless ’em.”
Miller Basnight—“Bazznight,” and sound the Z
IS back on campus. If you ask him is he a wolf, he’ll
say “N-o-ooooo!” with a banshee wail like a coyote
trailing at midnight.
there are no more like
Miller to admit with such careless ease that the wolf
howl IS second nature to them.
Johnny Clayton and Bill Claytor are taking stoop
ing exercises to reduce. Watch for the miracle change
as they round” back into shape for the diamond—we
mean the baseball diamond, l^dees'
Poet’s Column
“THE BATTER’S LAMENT”
His face wuz red, tomato shade;
High an outside, the pitch wuz laid.
“Strike!” he’d bawled, tho ball it wuz
But that’s the kind of thing he does.
The ump wuz blind—I swear it’s true
He chizzled me, he’ll chizzle you.
“So I’m to blame? I blew the game?”
But it’s the ump’s fault just the same!
Some day I’ll find that ump at bat
And me behind, where he’s usually at.
They’U all be strikes; he’ll sure be beat.
I’ll get that guy—revenge is sweet!
Ed Mulford.
IT AIN’T GONNA RAIN NO MORE
Jack: I really am in a fix in English.
Bill; IVhat’s the trouble?
Jack: Miss Greenfield says I must write legibly,
but if I do that she will find out that I caa’t spell.
Weather, weather,
Tell me whether
It will rain or shine.
I look in vain
For a sign of rain
In a sky the color of wine.
Not a cloud in the sky
When I start and I
Will be willing to bet “fair and cool.”
Yet ere day is done
Blotto the sun
And I’m a dripping disgusted fool.
M. B.