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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURDAY, MAY 18, 1&46
Maroon and Gold
THE BEAUTY AND THE TWO BEASTS
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thing.
' ’ —LAfiY MONTAGU.
Essential Education
I.
It has been said that a little learning is a danger
ous thing. May we paraphrase the saying to read: “ED
UCATION is a dangerous thing?”
Education IS dangerous, dangerous to all the forces
that seek to establish corrupt government—^the perpet
ual threat to world peace. _Jt_ is lack of educatiflU and
the presence of corrupt governments which permit such
abominations as war and minority persecution to exist.
An uneducated people can be led into wrong-thinking
and slavery by any glib-tongued,'ambitious leader who
skillfully preys on public gullibility. Educate_the peo-_
pie, and the would-be tyrants is consumed in the furnace
of his own deceitfulness. An educated, thinking peo
ple will recognize such a man for Wh^it he Is, and will
demand honest leadership and frMdom. instead of mis-
government and serfdom. An »»ducated''’peo’iile^ is' -a
free people; and in the free people is the hope of the
world.
, In the G.I. Bill of Jlights, there is real hope for
the world. Thousands of earnest American men and
women, given the opportunity by this bit of national
legislation, are now acquiring education that they other
wise might never have been able to attain. This wide
spread renaissance of learning: may, well be the first
step»toward a genuine, lasting peace in the world; for
better government in this country; for a greater spiritu
al freedom and moral stability. \
Most of these veterans in college know what they
are after: vocational training and the goals mentioned
above. They are not, as some people seem to think,
merely in school to escjtjm working for a living. On
the contrary, they are here to learn to play a better
role in the world of the future than their fathers did
in the world of the paiJt. What they learn will have an
unmistakable influence on future generations.
Some of these veterans—as well as countless other
students who are either indifferent or uncertain about
which subjects will be of most benefit to them—are
overlooking what we consider the most important
courses offered, such subjects as American history,
labor problems, a*d American government and politics.
It is essential, we believe, that every American attain
a knowledge of the 'principles of good government, an
i;nderstanding of international human relations, and a
•desire to see these relations improved.
Why, then, are such valuable courses as we have
mentioned not made compulsory for all college stu
dents? AS LONG AS THERE ARE COMPULSORY
SUBJECTS, WHY NOT MAKE THEM THE ONES
THAT WILL DO THE MOST GOOD FOR THE INDI
VIDUAL AND FO£^ HUMANITY AS A WHOLE?
This question of essential educiatlon has been neg
lected long enough. If any person opposes the spread
of such education, he is representative of that evil brand
of government the world must abolish to reach its high-
-est goal—all men and all ijations living together in un-
■derstamding arid in brotherhodd.
Let’s educate'ofurselv,es,ttj4hJB.taiportant things.
By M. C. BASNIGHT
The rivalry between Brawn and Brains had always
beqn pretty keen at our school, but when the date of the
Pi Kappa Gamma banquet approached it reached its
zenith.
It all started when Brains made an insulting remark
about the average intelligence of athletes, or “college
dray horses” as he called them. And it progressed from
indignity to indignity on both sides, until, had not both
of the opposing forces in this battle of the rapier blade
and the battle-axe been in a state of disorganization,
each waiting the other out, there might have been ac
tual warfare with genuine bloody noses and bruised
crowns . . . but disorganized they were; and physical
peace prevailed for a time.
It had all started over a little-bit of a girl . . .
freckle-faced, with hair that had a gossip oVred in it
. . . and a temper that would have done justice to a boat
swains’ mate in the Navy. But still and all she could
be sweet, mighty sweet, at times! In fact, at the foun-'
tain of her youth you could turn the spigot and get
about any flavour you wanted, with'equal facility.
She was the bone of contention—the thorn in the
side of their duality of egos. The eternal battle be
tween brawn and brain was met in them in a perfect
trial case of the two opposing forces. Merrily she
tripped her way, looking at first one and then the
other with a Southern accent in her eyes, and rattling
a charm bracelet on which she collected friendsjiip
rings much the same as Indians used to collect scalps.
Brawn was heard to remark: “By God! If that little
woman goes to the Pi Kappa affair with anyone it’ll be
me!” then leering, "Arid it Won’t be that near-b;»ld cross
between a ladies' man and a pedant. . . ”(wher(/Brawn
got the word Pedant, I don’t know . . , But he . later
said he ran across it in the dictionary wBlle looking for
some new synonyms of his favorite invectives).
Then one day Brains (his last name was Brown)
gave a gentle nudge in the ribs to one of his cronies
when Brawn and Dearalee (Both Brawn and Brains
^ shortened tier" name to “Dear” when sure the other
wasn’t listening) passed him in the Colonnades. Said
he: “Looks like peauty’s walking her Beast today,” and
his and his cronies sniggers set a small group of .fresh
man girls (who hadn’t yet learned the score but were
searching vigilantly for the score board) into peals of
laughter. (They thought he’d made some lewd remark
about them). But it developed that Dearalee, at least,
overheard the remark and Brains was in the doghouse
for embarrassing her—but at the same time she put
, Bra,wn. on her “tentative” list. The truth hurt.
That was what opened the already gaping wound
■ of hostilities. Brawn with his low animal instincts,
knew it was Brains who was swimming in his soup, and
with delicate cunning plotted his revenge.
One night, BraiAs, (known to his Intimates' to whom
iie bragged of his exploits, as “Slicker”) slicked him
self in a polka-dot bbw tie, sport coat (English tweed)
and contrasting pants, and fluffed up his hair to more
or less cover his bald spot(s), arid was caught by an
anonymous water-bonib as Tie stepped down the top
■ step of “North.”. He had been ori his way to “West” to
pick up Dearalee-for a big evening in B’Town.
Shades of Rusty Hell! He stood there with water
, dripping down his forehead and flattening his fluffs
of hair ... his polka-bow-tie ruined and his English
tweed coat beginning to smell like a German pplice.
As he stood there, the intellectual was transformed
into a raging, blithering idot—a Dr. Jekl and Mr.
Hyde affair with added benefits of technicolor red that
crept from beneath his collar, bathed his ears, and cov
ered his eyes with a glassy crimsori film. He turned op
his heels and rushed into the gyrii. ‘ “Gol Bamn it!”
he shouted, “Who threw that?” Not a figure stirred
on the tier of flo6rs above him . . . “Come on out. Damn
you,’’ he screamed, as a little trickle of maniacal saliva
crawled from the comer of his mouth. No answer but
the echo of his own voice. The whole dorm seemed
to be listening with amused ears to this disintegration
of the intellect. Finally, in desperation, he rushed into
the hall . . . seized a mirror from the wall.. stomp-
" ed back to the gym and smashed it on the floor. No
voice answered, no hand was raised to reprimand him,
nor eye opened to meet his gaze. He felt a bit foolish.
It didn’t help, when a little late he arrived at West
after redressing (and trying unsuccessfully to fluff his
hair again) to find little Dearalee tapping her foot as
she waited. The evening didn’t go quite as J»e had ex
pected.
Now Brains, next day, seeing Brawn escorting Dear
alee around on his arm with an expression on his face
like Johnny Weismuller when he> just killed a lion,
didn’t need much of an imagination to figure who was
the author of his woe. In fact the finger of guilt
pointed in only one direction, (his stooges had told
him.)
The Guilord Tennis match was due for the next
day. Brawn was captain and mainstay of the t team.
That night Brains slipped into Brawn’s room under the
cover of darkness (and an “off camp:us” Braw» and
Dearalee had in B’Town). In a few minutes he slipped
out again and the crickets resumed their cricketin|
and the night part of Time . . . marched on unaSvares.
At the game the next day fans booed as Brown, who
had smashed all hands in the pre-season matches, drop
ped set after set, winning only one game.
Now Dearalee had been on the sidelines all the
time, tapping her little foot after about the second
game, and after the match she definitely broke with
poor Brawn, not caring to be seen with a guy, she said,
who was (D.K. in practice but no good in real competi
tion. Brawn was so dumfounded he could only wag his
head in assent as she flounced her little skirts away.
So ended the struggle between Brawn and Brain. It
is this author’s modest hope that there, perhaps, some
thing has been brought to light that will be of benefit
to science or society, or both.
As a footnote it qiight be well to add that Brawn
and Brains became great friends and cried in each
others beer when Dearalee had a guy up from her home
town to take her to the banquet. He was an ace at
‘ Croquet,” which was his only' sport, and was an avid
fan of the “Adventures of Dick Tracy,” his favorite
character being “B. O. Plenty.” After this, amid tears
Of g66d fellowship Brawn confessed he had thrown the
water, and then Brains described, with sobbing relish,
how he had tapped a hole in the handle of Brawn’s ten
nis racquet and filled it with a lead bar.
They lived happily ever after.
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■ -the. U*(^Kole occourtt
of cximpus evftrrt6. • •
Last issue before the end of school, may all be for
given before it starts again! It isn’t a lot of “Bunk”
tliat Edna hears from State every so often these days
. . . Wonder why Ace traveled all the way to Durham to
get that poison oak? Killer could have told him where
to get it right here in Elon.
Who’s the girl Robert Moore spends his afternoon’s
with these days Not flowers anymore . . . The Con
temporary Drama class is trying to decide who is the
more fluid these days—Mot or Nancy . . . We never see
Jack and Milly together again. What happened?
More people are dating each day. It’s a hard world,
I’da dare! . . . Sorority banquets present wonderful op
portunities for the girls to do the asking; a lot of these
affairs seems to be taking, too ... A chemistry test up
set Albert Haney so that he had to take the long way
to school, and what a way!
Wonder if “Chink” Spivey really likes the women
as much as he says he does? . . . The Martin boys seem
to go in for side-bums . . . Virginia’s theories on ad
vances quite interesting . . . Sad Sack really is sad these
days, his girl has tonsilitis . . . What’s the set-up for
Spring fever, Ora Smith?
Helen Scott and Johnny Williams seem to be hit
ting it off fine. Just in tim^ for the baseball season,
too . . . “Shotgun” Brown and Sla^\e have off-campus
women. And we thought they were good old-fashioned
womCn-haters ... Speaking of ball games you see some
interesting people out there. Jean Scott Fogleman and
Jimmy Westmoreland,, Dikie GrifJin arid?, Helen Elk
ins arid Carter, Bobby and Peggy, etc ! . . Good luck to
the Pi Kappas on their banquet this week-fefld . . .
Spring seems to inspire poets to greater heights . . . for
information see the Poet’s Column of the M. and G.
Poet’s Column
OLD, OLD ELON
(In searching, through the musty files of newspaper
memory, we ran across this dusty “Pome” of a bygone
day. Dean Greenfield consented to our using it to
show that Elon memories are chrome-plated—and
though dusty, are never rusty. ,We gave it a flourish
with a turkey’s tail, and here it is):
Are you missin’ your kissin’?
Then to this tale you must listen: “■
(How reform came Elon way)
Once out of the night. ■ ‘
There came quite a blight
Of maidenly, lady-ly clay.
And one evening at nine '
She was shocked by the twine
Of fingers together in play;
So— , ‘ -1
She huffed and she puffed;
. And her dander was ruffed
And here’s what she did say;
“My Children! Young Ladiesl .
You’re not yet ‘Mateys’
Of the guys that fondle your hajids.”
“They just do not rate yet.
To be like our !A^te yet.
• So give the cold shoulder
To those who grow bolder •
And just let ’em smoulder, I say;
■ We here in “West” !'
Must stay yet the best '
And refrain from frivolous play.”
—By Kilroy.
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Entertainment World
By ED MULFORD
Thanks to all you nice people who remarked about
this column; we’ll be sure to include your views on the
music world as well as our own. We’ve even got our
selves a “Hillbilly Editor” in the person of Wayne King.
Wayne's poor wife “Teeny” is worn down to a frazzle
after four years of the National Barn Dance.
“Wally Mac,” Elon’s best known student, has a
new program on WBBB, daily at five P. M., called “Jive
at Five.” It includies some terrific waxings, and Mac
is as good a disc jockey as you’ll find anywhere in the
country.
Recommended: Stan Kenton’s swelligant platters of
“Southern Scandal” and “Painted Rhythm”; Randy
Brooks’ “Undecided”; Ray McKinley’s new band; and
Vaughn Monroe, who plays in Greensboro soon. Also
those fast worded dittoes of Phil Harris. If you like
novelties, dig the pleasant job Bing does with the Jest
ers on “MacNamara’s Band.”
Did you know that “ye editor” is the biggest ikie
(long-hair) on campus? That we’ll have a dance band
next year? That B. G. and the Duke will go down in
history?
In the movie world, this writer liked “The Blue
Dahlia,” a fine mystery from a Raymond Chandler
story. “Bandit of Sherwood Forest” is entertaining,
and “Colonel Effingham’s Raid” is our idea of a nice
film.
Sully Mason’s new band gave a stage show in
Greensboro the other day. Band went in for some vile
comedy which good bands don’t find necessary to use.
On the radio: the Wildroot show with Woody still leads
the pop musicals; and Fred Allen, aided by Senator
Claghorn, Titus Moody, Mrs. Nusbaum and Fallstaff
Openshaw—the characters in “Allen’s Alley”—seems to
be outdoing the other comics.
Claude Thornhill’s band advertised in the window
of the ‘'Blm Grille”' is a topnotfeher—go see.
LITTLE U
LITTLE Bl
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For the fiJ^|;eenth tinie this year I sit down with a
prayer and a blank piece of paper (and a mind to match),
and attempt to fill a blankety-blank space in a blank
MAROON AND GOLD. Parting is supposed to be
such sweet sorrow, et cetera, but there is no regret
in my heart as I write “Thirty” this year and turn to
ward a summer in which there are no deadlines and no
proof to read.
In search for a topic this week I first thought of
reviewing the year, but because I am an optimist and
an eternal neck-sticjker-outer I decided to make a few
predictions.
First of all, I predict that the seniors will all go out
into the world and become successful each in his own
way, if for no other reason than that they are gradu
ates of Elon.
Next I predict that Mary “The Cow” Coxe will de
cide to really be true to Ray 0., and Elon will have May
Day . . . When? Well, after all, even a genie has some
limitations.
Mrs Smith, who turned traitor to give os “Mr. and
Mrs. North,” will repent and produce “Mr. and Mfs.
South.”
J. Franklin McCauley will make a fortune writing
radio commercials and Anne Byrd and. Gray don Butler
will publish their book “Of Huni^ poundage,” Ace
Harrell and “Killer”. Sharpe will collaborate in writing
a number of pamphlets on "Poison Oak, How to Rec
ognize and Care For It.”
Margaret Rawls will have a hUg« time at Carolina
Beach and then will carry herself'back'to 01’ Virginny
for a teaching career,- at least until GeOrge Bullard be
comes Dr. Bullard.
Diana Castura will be elected “Miss Elon of 1966”
and will lead the grand march at the opening of Elon’s
new student union building.
Chink Spivey will lose his hatred qf women, and
Miller Basnight will decide that they are more than
just biological necessities.
In spite of what Jack and Hal seem to think, Betty
and Clegg will be true to them this summer; and the
highway departme#t will need to retread the
from Carolina to Virginia next fall.
Things will be Albright for Betsy Smith, and Ma
rion will spend the Summer chasing hiinself; Bill will
go on Loving, Alene will stop Stalling, “Peep-Eye” will
always be Black, Pat will get Hooked, and Flo will al
ways be Poe. All this while Merritt Burns.
There will be two boys to every girl next year, and
Elon will have orie of the best sports seasons'in its his
tory. Competition will be tough all over, but Elon will
come out on top in all major sports
The MAROON AND GOLD will get a new press,
and the Armchair Athlete will become the Swivel-chair
Editor or the Divan Dignitary; Little Wun will graduate
and somebody else will be broken Into Little Bits.
This is all, ' ' •
There ain’t no more; '
But we’ll be back j
When summer’s oe’r. - ' j
Science In The News
By billy STAFFORD
Science has developed a PLASTIC LUNG which
promises to be of great benefit to victims of infantile
paralysis and to others suffering from breakdowns of
the respiratory organs. Beside this new device, the
well-known “iron lung” appears obsolete. The lightest
“iron lung” weighs mote than a quarter of a ton; the
portable plastic lung weighs only 60 pounds, and, be
cause of its light weight, can be carried anywhere to
persons who need a breathing aid.
The main constituent of the cell walls and frame
work of all trees and plants is CELLULOSE. This com
plex substance is one of chemistry’s most perplexing
mysteries. Its formula is the same as that of starch
(C6H10()5)X. However, the number of units compris
ing the giant molecule is unknown, leaving chemists to
ponder over the answer to the mystery while they keep
on treating the substance and producing textiles and
ropes from it as they have done since the beginning of
history.
RAYON, a product of cellulose, is made by chem
ically breaking down the cellulose of trees, dispersing
i1 in a liquid, and regtfneratir^ it in the form of strong
thread. Cellophone' is obtained similarly, except that
the regenerated cellulose is pressed. Among other
products of cellulose are explosives, plastics, and cam
era film.
Insects had better be on guard against the new in
secticide DFDT, a chemical cousin of DDT, even more
effective than the jjlder compound. The difference be-
ti'/een them is that two atoms of flourine are substituted
in DFDT for two of the five chlorine atoms of DDT. The
new compound,,known technically as diflour-diphenyl-
trichloro-ethane, has proved superior in several tests.
In identical tests on caged insects,' DDT killed 90 to 95
per cent, whereas DFDT killed every insect in the cage.
Even with that performance on record, scientists con
tinue to seek newer, more petent compounds derived
from the basic stfucture of DDT. , , .. .,