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PAGE TWO MAROON AND GOLD SATURDAY, NOVBMBER 2, 1946 Maroon and Gold Edited and printed by students of Eion College. Published bi-weekly during the college year, under the auspices of tke Board of Publication. Entered as second class matter at the Post Of fice at Elon College, N. C., under the act of March 8, 1879. Delivered by mailj $1.50 the college year, $.50 the quarter. Editor A1 Burlingame Business Manager D. B. Harrell Ass’t Business Manager Mary Coxe - EDITORIAL BOARD Managing Editor Betty Benton Associate Editor Verdalee Norris Associate Editor Catherine Cooper Feature Editor Dot Salmons BUSINESS BOARD Cisculation Manager Virginia Ezell Ass’t. Circulation Manager Hasel Cole Adviser C. R. McClure Photographer William Duncan Prtnter - Charles Brown REPORTERS Jennings Berry, Jack Gregory, Carolyn Tuck, and Betty Chilton PRESS MAN John Watson CIRCULATION ASSISTANT Pat Steinmetz SPORTS WRITERS Ed Moss, Alton Wright COLUMNISTS Louis Agresta, Bill Stafford. Dale Hensley, Ed Mulford, Edward Ray Day, Wally Mack RCPRBSENTKD FOR NATIONAU ADVMTt«INO BT National Advertising Service, Inc. College Publishers Reptesentatfre 420 Madison AvE. New York. N. Y. CiliCAco * Boston • Los aagelcs * San fnancisca Office—Room 1, Duke Science Building THOUGHTS “No man can ever end with being superior who will not begin with being inferior.” —Rev. Sydney Smith, Sketches Of Moral Philosophy “Look to your health; and if you have "tt, praise God, and value it next to a good consci ence; for health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of; a blessing that money cannot buy.” —Izaak Walton. “He that voluntarily continues ignorance is guilty of all the crimes which ignorance pro duces.” —Samuel Johnson. Call To Nature Introduction To A Theme When a newspaper editor is in need of a hasty editorial, it is natural for him to turn to Nature. Na ture is something we can’t get away from. Nor should we desire to get away from it. In most cases, the direct opposite move is our best course. We may continually turn to it for solace and inspiration. What could be n»ore inspiring than to stand on a high hill, knee-deep in alfalfa or purple clover, lookmg down over flower-speckled fields, watching the tall grasses bending gently in the breeze, the silvery rivu lets grinding their laughing way across the valley; or to eavesdrop on the whispered conversation of the leaves as the wind swoops on silent wings through mst- ling tree-tops? Witness the delicate, pastel hue of a rainbow, and breathe the fresh, sweet smell of the meadows after a summer shower. Behold the mottled garb of stately oak and elm, slender birch, and gnarled maple, after they have changed their verdant sunamer apparel for the bright cloak of autumn. Imspiring is a Kuld word ior it. When life loses its sweet taste, when discourage ment and sorrow spread their gloomy pall about us; when our friends can offer only clumsy efforts to com fort us in our distress, when our loved ones seem to turn against us—then is when we can find a deep and silent understanding from Nature, our ever-faithful companion and counselor. Is there anything quite as happy as a bird singing in the afternoon sun on a spring day, or as content as a bumblebee humming from flower to flower in search of golden honey? Or have you ever seen any person more satisfied and at peace with himself and the world than a naturalist-wandering among his violets and ver bena, his duml} friends of field and wood; or than a hiker ori the open road, the warm sun glowing on his bronzed face, the wind in his hair, with nothing on his mind but earth, heaven, and what lies over the horizon? Yes, those creatures closest to Nature are hap piest. No wearisome, worldly cares can silence the singing in their hearts or dim the twinkle of life in their observant, curious eyes. And we can’t get away from it—when all else fails, Nature remains, our constant source of hope and relief. December was marching, wan and wanton, before the trembling scythe of old Father Time, and 1 was weary. I quoted sages and saws; my days were as grass; my soul bad fallen on evil days; all was sicklied o’er; much learning had made me mad. Credits and Kappa Keys, Degrees and Letters rose up and taunted me. I was Job, and these my friends. I was a damc- ing, grinning goblin whirled on sooty carousel, grim acing at eternity. Green pastures were looking uncommonly tasteless and burr-ridden, and it was disheartening. For I had l*ved my books in a modest fa&hion, and I sorrowed to find that their phantom caravan, with sounding process ion moving from out the folded years, was losing its old charm. The world in long procession passed, a-moping after ancient mockeries. The clown and his donkey rode to town; and with the millionaire and the beg gar he watched the night. Worlds far greater than their own rolled in the dim beyond. Wisely they nodded, and wisely spoke: “Twinkle, twinkle, little star.” And so, for a jesting minute, it pleased me to be guile myself. I sat in the seat of the scornful while wisdom fled before me in uncauth haste, and with ungainly stride, not unlike that early American school-master, Ichabod Crane. I thought of Mon taigne, who gulled the pedant, and said: “Yet he was a man of letters, and reputation, and wore a goodly long gown.” The marble halls of learning were become a me lancholy temple. The priests before the oaken altars bowed. These were the blessed, wisdom and years their treasury; these were the learned, laurel crown ed and faintly bald, and in these latter years cares sed with rude dyspepsia and foraiptfulness. H-m! I would rebel. What was I doing, sitting at the feet of Dagen? I would away from this empire of dead divinity, frem its dust and bones, and departed gl»ry. But I was one with those who ponder and re solve. Habit was on me like the Old Man of the Sea. I found my hand spacing notes as usual. “Done like a scholar,” said I. “Blessed are the Ph. D’s.” And went away sorrowful. Ambition sounded deep, but like old Moby Dick, she blows again; and I send another violet to the guillotine. Behind The Mike with WALLY MACK Radio, to the physicist, is electro- magnetic waves traveling invisibly at the speed of light; but to Mr Average Man, with his feet on a cushion and his day at an end, radio is just—wonderful! It makes him laugh, it makes him forget, it makes him think . . . That’s why radio is so important. It’s as big as tomorrow. And tomorrow will be all the bigger because of radio. Let’s look, then, at some of the shows that are making it big today. * ♦ ♦ ♦ There’s the '♦ictor Borge show, starring Benny Goodman, now beikig broadcast from Hollywood with an augmented cast and a dash of music and comedy. Borge, the keyboard cut-up, headlines the program with a repertoire of musical satire and piano virtuosity; and Goodman, his sextet, band, and singers keep the jazz fires burning. ~ * ♦ ♦ ♦ Back on the air for the third consecutive broad casting season is “The Adventures of Ozzie and Har riet,” domestic comedy series co-starring Ozzie Nelson and his wife, Harriet Hilliard. The program is heard Sundays over CBS. * * * * Then there are Tom Conway and Nigel Bruce, who portray Sherlock Holmes and the affable Doctor Watson on “The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.” Conway replaces Basil Rathbone in the Holmes role. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Paul Whiteman, one of radio’s pioneers, has pick ed himself a tough spot for a program, but is reported to have plenty of listeners. He’s appearing on a ftll- hour show opposite two of the top comics, Edgar Ber gen and Fred Allea. ♦ ♦ * ♦ Finally, there’s Henry Morgan, whose dry writ nev€fr created any large splash of excitement until the American Broadcasting Company put him on the net work last month. Immediately critics labeled him the most promising newcomer to hit the airwaves (and his listeners’ funnybones) in years. Morgan is at his best when scoffing radio sponsore. Although he seems to be throwing his boss a curve with every wisecrack about his product, actually he creates the illusion that his product is no worse than the other fellow’s, and he’s so good why not buy it from him? Morgan’s entrance is simply, “Good evening, any body, here’s Morgan.” He contends; “Nobody’s im portant enuogh to be given a lot of fanfare.” That’s quite an admission from a radio comedian. College Humor Mrs. Huff, the Elon dietician, was very surprised the other day when she opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting there. “My goodness,” she exclaimed, “what are you doing here?” “Isn’t this a Westinghouse?” the rabbit asked. “Yes,” Mrs. Huff replied. “Well, I’s just westing.” * ♦ ♦ * ^' Student Senate President: Remember anything you say will be held against you. Freshman: Betty Grable. Day By Day Keyhole Peepings Well, what’s cookin’ in the way ef gossip this week? Let’s take a quick look through the camrti® keyhole: Ask Jo Watts “What cooks?”—I’m sure that she will give out with the following: “Chicken (darn it), want a POX!” Surely the old saying will staRd true for Bill Williams . . . Apparently Lou Agresta’s new FLAME won’t be easily extinguished . . . Tommy Bur ton has been getting his share of exercise PACING around the campus . . . BETTY JO, a member of Elon’s royal family, almost lost her crown because she was late for the coronation. Ask her what she thinks about PARKER, and she’ll tell you it’s a nice pen. Get the point, Ted? Pen . . . point . . joke! Does Curt Brown go to Elon College or to Burlington High? Elon seems to be losing its attraction for this lad. Rumor has it that his interest is increasing at dear old B.H.S. . . . Kathy Young tells me her only interest around Mooney building is strictly business. Business is what 1 call it sometimes too, Kathy . . . The fellows all star ed at Gloria Anderson when they saw her evening dress at the Sophomore-Frosh reception. Gloria let them stare and laughed because she knew that she was dressed properly for the part she had to play on the program. Nice hoofing, Gloria! . . . He’s not Robert TAYLOR, but he’s my partner,” says Agnes Vaughn ... A request from several Elon girls is that Jack Andrews, the “pin up boy” at WCUNC, st^ on campus here and give them a chance . . . “Linger Awhile” should be Wally Mack’s theme song. We know it is hard to leave Ladies’ Hall at the proper time, Wally, but you must remember that when “it’s time to go, it’s time to go.” PERSONAL: Bob Furr requested me to announce the fact that we are no kin (I might add “less than kkid”). Although we do resemble each other, we are only relative friends, not friendly relatives. ... It was my privilege to meet Fred Patterson, an *ld Elon- ite, last week. Fred is now working in Greensboro and sends a cheerful “Hello!” . . . Hats off to the Sophomore class for doing a wonderful job in every respect at the gala party last week-end. The London Fog was delightful, wasn’t it Jeanne Meredith? . . . (No one will appreciate this besides Dean Bovrden, but I think it only fair to give our good Dean the chance to laugh once in awhile. Doctor, my full name is ED WARD Ray Day.) Now that the corn is properly stacked, I sign, RAY. P. S.: If you want to find out what P. S. stands for, ask Holt Thornton. Entertainment World By ED MULFORD • Elliot Lawrence, who has one of the newest bit bands, is currently drawing the big-numbered checks ss well as praise for his fine arrangements and clever use of French horns. The outfit can be sampled on its new Columbia release of “Five O’clock Shadow,” a smooth rocker. Lawrence plays piano, and admits he patterns his style after Thornhill. Les Brown con tinues his clever series of notelties with “The Best Man,” which offers a eute Butch Stoqe vocal. This one should really sell, and gives you a laugh. Stan Kenton finally got around to releasing “In termission Riff,” a number that “sent” a variety of Elon students who saw him in Raleigh last spring. Eddie Safranski's bass moves the entire band. Toi»m'y Tuck er, who has a “Mickey Mouse” band that every so often goes solid, has reissued “The Man Who Comes Around,” another laugh provoker. This went over big with col lege students around 1934, and we see no reason why it should not repeat. Count Basie gives out with “The King” on Columbia; and the rather unknown vocal group, “The Ginger Snaps,” has a platter out on Vic tor called “Shrimp Man”—vocalizing at its best. Larry Clinton is still working to reorganize his band, smooth it out, and get back where he used to be. Eight years age the big names were Goodman Dorsey, Clinton, and Shaw; but times change. Miller came along, then James, and today Herman the Wood- chopper makes more money than any of the others. TexBenecke may offer a challenge in the future for that laurel. The great colored bands have slipped. Andy Kirk, Jimmy Lunceford, Earl Hines, Chick Webb ... all either dead or with second rate outfits now. Even Basie has slipped, and the Duke? . . . one can’t say, because Victor refused to release his recoids due to a contract squabble. Someday, perhaps Eli Ober- stien, head of Victor, will get hep. + ♦ * ♦ “Two Guys From Milwaukee” was a good comedy in the movie world. A pleasure to see Jack Carson take the girl away from Dennis Morgan for a change. "O. S. S.,” with Alan Ladd, is one of those “spy in danger” things. Others rave about Ladd, but we think our dog Kippy could put mpre personality into a performance. “Cuban Pete,” which should hit Burlington soon, is one of the worst pictures we have ever seen . . . avoid it. “Brooklyn I Love You,” a short, shows how the Dod gers run that town . . . Durocher is amusing in it. “Cen tennial Summer” was a pleasing musical, but nothing exceptional. “Margie” has Jeanne Crain in the sym pathetic role of a school girl who persists in losing her unmentionables. You’ll chuckle. Warners will soon produce ^ picture with band leader Charlie Barnett as love interest. L-lTTLE^tl tl-TlXE BI With all these self-styled missionaries from Vir ginia around heah, A’hm beginnin’ to write with a V'ginian accent. No matter what such Virginia hams as Tom Fulghum and A1 Gravett may claim about their native state, I notice where they have come to get their higher education. “The old North State forever!” Note to Ray “Night and-” Day: That’s no Ace . . . that’s a Joker, son! Sarah “Slim” Manes* says that even if the sages do say you must live and learn, she wants to do the living first. Ruth “Peanut” Baine: How do you like my new evening dress? Harold “Hoot” Oibson: Dunno. Can’t tell until you get up from the table. Since we met John “Press-boy” Watson, we know what people mean when they say “a Southern gentle man.” This week we give our nicest courtsey to one of the nicest boys we have ever had the pleasure of knowing. More gentlemen like that and there would be more ladies. (Gosh, John, we didn’t mean to make you blush!) While we are on the swDject of nice things, ever notice Jimmy Huyette’s smile and Betty Baker’s poise? . . . James “The Jerk” Robert’s jokes . . . Nancy Eller’s general nature . . . Miss Browne’s laugh? ♦ * * * Roses are red, Violets are blue—I know, ’cause I saw them when she hung them on line. * * ♦ ♦ And then here’s what Jonah said to” the whale . . . “You simply can’t keep a good man down.” ... Or as one Ubangi said to_ the other as she poked her lower lip into her sister’s face and said, “Peter-Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers . . . now you fan ^e awhile.” * ♦ ♦ ♦ She was only an optician's daughter; but two glass es, and what a spectacle she made. Science In The News By BILL STAFFORD RATTLESNAKE DIES FROM RATTLESNAKE BITE! Science now knows that rattli«iakes are not immune to the poison of other rattlesnakes, as has so often been asserted in the past. In the Lincoki Park Zoological Garden in Chicago recently, two great Basin rattlers somehow got to fighting each other, and each was struck several times by his foe’s deadly fangs. One of them, bitten on the head and on the body near the spleen, was found dead the following morning. The other suffered a badly swollen head and neck and showed signs of great distress that lasted until the next day, but he finally recovered. ♦ ♦ ♦ * DR. VAN R. PORTER, associate professor of can cer research at the University of Wisconsin, told mem bers of the American Chemical Society, at a recent meeting in Omaha, that they should study the enzymes for the solution to the mystery «f cancer and for the possible chemical cure for it. Professor Potter explains the functions of enzymes as follows: “Enzymes act somewhat like switchmen in a rail road yard, or like valve operators in a chemical factory, determining which way the materials of the body may be used. In cancer cells, defective enzyme systems would act like saboteurs in a switchyard, sending trains off on the wrong track. These switchmen, or enzymes, no longer need to be thought of as vague influences. ThanKs to the work of hundrtUs of chemists, we know that, like vitamins and hormones, enzymes are definite chemical compounds with even njore complicated struc tures. Like other chemical compounds, enzymes can be subjected to quantitative chemical analysis, although specialized methods of enzyme chemistry must be employed. Poet’s Column GRATITUDE What man, who standing on a peak With wild March blowing on his cheek, His features sculptured by the gale. Has witnessed cloud-ships under sail— What brazen youth of worldly dreagis. Who’s combed the shores where Fortune gleams And walking on the morning dew. Has seen its pearls beneath his shoe— What sage, in life’s long journey done, Has e’er recalfed a setting sun Retiring in its scarlet robes. Or starlit nights with myriad globes— Or who’s inhaled the pine woods’ scent When tang through qulv’ring nostrils went Like nectar drained by godly lips. By Bacchus laughing, as he sips— O, God, what human, Dane or Turk, Who, while beholding Nature’s work, Has felt his Maker’s presence there— And not evoked a thankful pray’r? A. W. Burlingame:
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