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MAROON and GOLD
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YOUR SHOW IS SLIPPING
To you, dear souls, who are growing into deformed
persons because of the habitual tilt of your heads,
phooie! If you are disillusioned into the beMef that you
are better than someone and that you are not to speak
until spoken to, and that it is a sign of poor breeding
to condescend to a pleasant salutation to each person
you meet; if you feel that others are so desirous of
your friendship that they will be forever seeldng to
crash that fence you are building around yourself; if
it seems only fitting for you to occupy an entire booth
in the local eatery while others are forced to stand be
cause your cold cold glance informs them that they
are unwelcome; — if you think for any reason that
you are superior to anyone you know because of
social advantages, then, you are indeed unrefined.
An individual is what he makes of himself. Re
finement comes from much introspection and correc
tion, and snobbishness comes from lack of the ability
to face what may be seen by looking into the reflec
tion of one’s innerself, the refusal to do so, the jus
tification of one’s actions which shows a deficiency
in wisdom or natural intelligence, or a misinterpreta
tion of the social laws governing our ability to min
gle with people.
The last fault is probably the greatest cause of
self isolation, because, usually, those who are to be
seen with their heads thrown back so tJiat their face
is to the sky, and who do not change the angle of tilt
to greet a fellow sufferer, are the very unfortunate
individuals who are without the natural knack of
winning friends. Should you be a poor little one who
is building a shell for your artistic temperament to
be alone in while with others, you had best construct
it with plans to spend a lifetime therein for the world
has too many delightful people for one to confine his
quest for friends to those who require the bending
of the knee and supplication prior to their descent.
You are undesirable in spite of the grand act you
have become so adept at performing. It is a false
grandeur and can be detected from afar by most at
first sight; others may require a few close-ups, but
all will eventually know the true (and horrible to ■>
you fact) you are a fake!
Should you have a superior intellect there is
ant +o be an abundance of gregariousnes and amiabil
ity in your nature; if you possess physical charm, it
ceases to be such when you lack the mental potency
necessary to retain friends; if you have a social heri
tage forget it, for somewhere, perhaps, prior to the
beginning of your recorded family tree, there may
have been scandal in your family.
We knew a family once whose chief topic for
conversation dealt with a great, great, great, great
grandfather who owned a home of such tremendous
proportions that there were fifty feather-beds within,
and that wasn’t quite all; the feather-beds were moimt-
ed upon genuine mahogany. Furthermore, the fur
niture other than bedsteads was genuine mahogany
also. The rails to the stairs were nothing but mahog
any. Incidentally, not that anyone would be inter-
«ested, the old man was said to be a captain of industry.
The family who was always telling of their great,
-great, great, great, grandfather,., could not understand
why the old gentleman’s fortunes had declined, nor
«ould they, for that matter, explain with clarity just
what kind of industry be was a caiitaln of. Qne young
fellow, however, being a sort of kill-joy and curious
too, found it most intriguing that a man settled in
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BY AMY CAMPBELL
Isn’t it a funy thing how haywire good resolutions
can go when you aren’t locking. At this stage of the
game “Editor” Watson is tearing his hair because this
copy is not on time. Sorry,, pal, to put such a disgrace
ful end to writing this column. It has been fun.
Jean Harris is a gal of many talents. She can blow
nine inch bubbles with only a half a stick of gum; she
can — and often does smoke a pipe; and she twirls a
mean baton. Add a personality and you will have West
Dormitory’s contribuion to this weeks hall of fame.
Mr. N.E. Baker thinks that the Guilford giirls are
more friendly than the Elon femmes. Something must
be done about this. Of course,, we must remember
that a certain member of Guilford’s alumnae has more
than slightly predjudiced Mr. Baker.
A certain Mr. Lowe was very embarassed when Pro
fessor Barney asked him to give the class a word for
“becoming sleepy”. Ho hum! Do we bore you?
Calvin (The Mighty) Malam admitted, on October
21, 1947, that he knows nothing about anything. Does
the venerable sage speak wisely, Professor Hook?
Elinor Argenbright has gone on one woman crusade
against drinking on the theory that it is so common.
More power to you, Elinor. There should be more like
you.
Sarah Maness is finding practice teaching a very
educational activity. The last time she was questioned,
she stated that her learning of the day was that,
“Cheerful cherubs can become killing kids in one
short hour.”
The hobby of the week is that of Mrs. Virginia Pla.
For the past four years she has raised angora rabbits.
Right now she is proudly displaying two skeins of flu
ffy white wool from her own bunnies!
John Gilliam wasn’t looking too chipper in riass the
other day. His new car has been keeping him out too
late, it seems. It certainly must be a honey to keep him
out until 3 A. M. Have you named it yet, you thriving
young journalist?
You all sure did look spectacular last Friday night
at the costume party. These shindigs are quite some
thing, aren’t they? Many congratulations to those
beasts from East for a party that was not only fun
but had the added attraction of originality. A “purty”
purple mask to you.
And now we draw to a close another in this series
of true life dramas. Behave youselves and remember,
a joke at someone’s expense is NEVER funny. May
you never have to pay the price.
an area where there was practically no industry should
be a captain of business enterprise. Further, it faci-
nated him that the old boy should be a fanatic on the
mahogany idea. This curious young man became so
intensely interested that he set to work and discov
ered all of the pertinent facts, which are as follows:
The captain of industry was actually a beach-comber
on the banks of North Carolina, to begin with, but as
time moved along he became rather bored with the
meagre living to be derived from the infrequent
wrecks, and other mishaps which caused the sea to
toss valuables upon the beach. Being somewhat un
scrupulous, he devised a system of false beacons to
lure the ships of the Indies trade across the treacher
ous shoals so that their cargoes would be washed
ashore for his recovery.
A Dutch ship, heavily laden with mahogany was
one of his first victims. He sold enough of the valuable
wood to build himself a wonderfully immense home,
and he retained enough to equip it in grandeur. After
all of the large rooms were outfitted, there was still a
small fortune, and so the family was made and a
family tree begun with him at the head because he
was the first to amount to anything pertaining to great-
nes.
After becoming rich, the great, great, great, great,
grandfather sat back in regal ease for many years,
but being yet a young man with a bit of dash in his
veins, he again succumbed to the temptation to try
his luck on the ships plying to and from through the
waters within easy view of his house. The beacons
werig^fixed and one night a huge vessel %as wrecked
on the reefs. The following day the beaches were
strewn with many a barrel of alcohol. This was indeed
the whole scene behind the scenes of the down-fall
of-'this great family. After manv years of inebriation
the captain of industry and his family were practically
destitute, and the final touch came in the form of a
fire which consumed the mansion and most of the
family. Someone made a heroic attempt to salvage
some of the fine furniture and* did save one of the
most beautiful mahogany bed-steads ever seen, and
had it not been for this, a great multitude of guests
would have visited one of the descendants cottages
without having had the honor of sleeping in the bed
from grandpa so and se’s mansion, which contained
fifty identical beds, etcetera
Do not judge the old grand papa too harshly, for
to this day there are dozens of men still consuming
that same alcohol and the supply is of such vast pro
portions that it is likely they will never run out. Also,
it would be unsafe to regard the descendants of the
gentleman as not being of the best in the land for they
are^really. And in the records of -us all dating back as
much as a Century it is highly probable that there is
iittle to'be boasted of, such as the.color of our blood,
lor there are so many things aoout our own families
that everyone knows except ourselves. /
hUsM io jthe udiiohA
To The Editor;
As a professor of social science, particularly of
sociology, I must break silence with regard to a cer
tain tendency on this campus, to wit; that semi-formal
or formal clothing constitutes a criterion of refinement
or culture in the common usage of the latter word. A
certain amount of conformity is necessary I grant, more
on the lower levels of civilization, less on the higher
levels. Cleanliness and pleasant, respectful manners
are definitely in order as defined by a particular cul
ture.
But I detest with Voltairian rancor any superficial
display of trappings to denote culture (popular sense)
learning, or accomplishments. Simple, honest infor
mality in an atmosphere of mutual respect is not only
more comfortable, but a mark of refined character de
velopment. There should be no conflict between the
arts and the democratization process in reaching the
masses.
To be specific: instead of semi-formal, I’d like to
see a series of forthright informal sports dances on
this campus to loosen and release genuine gregar
ious attitudes; for the Lyceum Series and Players’
productions, respectable and sensible attire for col
lege level students, not folderol.
As Ive stated oraUy before, if the above-men
tioned tendency plus the lengthening of skirts con
nate a return of another Victorian Age with greater
sham, prudishness, and hypocrisy, then I’m forsak
ing the professorial chair and heading for the Alas
kan frontier to become a lumber jack or trapper, of
carnivorous animals — I guess I could learn how!
C. W. Paskins
P. S.: The above article is not in criticism of our new
social dean, who, I understand, is not responsible for
this tendency I am attacking; I am not attacking any
one, only the tendency.
P. P. S. In another mood, I’d like to commend the
constructive campus activities of various fraternities
and organizations to improve Elon, as revealed in an
article in last week’s issue of R|aroon and Gold cri
ticism is necessary, but griping becomes nauseating-
constructive effort is best of all.
O
r>«ar Sir:
Perhaps you will agree with me that the adminis
tration rightfully quesUons the usefulness of offer
ing those academic subjects from which only a small
minority would benefit.
However, will you not also agree that a course
such as martial relations, family relationships, or one
of a similar nature, should be in order and available
to all students? Surely we cannot consider ourselves
having a well-rounded education until we are at least
familiar with the problems of sex hygiene, marriage,
paientiiood, and corresponding situations — situations
with which all of us will eventually come into contact
in one manner or another, and successfully or un
successfully solve.
Now that the curriculum for the next quarter is
being formulated, it would be comparatively easy to
inject therein a purely voluntary course of the above-
mentioned nature. Later perhaps, depending on its
acceptance, it could be taken for credit.
Speaking for some of tlie students as well as for
myself, I should like to remind the faculty and ad
ministration that our training should not only involve
vocational preparation but training for life, its prob
lems and pursuits as well.
Sincerely,
Robert W. Wooldridge
Ed. Note: The college intends to offer a similar
course in the spring entitled “The Family”.
0
Dear Editor:
A little explanation is due I fear on the subject
in which 1 was mentioned by your “columnist”, Miss
Campbell, in your last issue.
Some time ago I was queried for any "juicy-bits”
by said writer. Thinking that possibly at last some
meat would be added to the potatoes to that sagging
column I refreshed her memory of old political cam
paign planks. However the next issue produced no
mention of the subject and hence 1 questioned the
intestinal fortitude of some people.
That I suppose, was the unforgivable act! Retalia
tion must ensue — thus the little item stating that
Phil Gearing wanted to know what happened to the
phone booths. To straighten out that matter, 1 still
do and I’ll at least say so myself. As for Miss Camp
bell, I’m still looking for the needed intestinal for
titude in that “column”..
Signed,
Phil Gearing
O
We extend our sympathies to Miss Betty Long
of Elon in her bereavement at the death of her grand
father
Saturday, November l, 1.947
ihudth and thavsLSJtif
BY T. PARKRR
Myriad colors bedeck the trees, the mornings grow
chill, and field and forest become thick with hunters
in search of the various wildlife. Some succeed in theii'
quest, others return with either a hard-luck story or
gunshot wounds. Here we have the saga of two brave
Nimrods who arose one nippy morn, shouldered their
firearms, borrowed the largest dog they could find,
and sallied forth with all the confidence that man, the
superior animal, is capable of having.
“Yoicks! Tally-ho!”, and into the wilds creep the
intrepid hunters, “Chuck” Lentz and Eddie De Paolo,
preceded by Major, the Great Dane, who slinks through
the underbrush with all the stealth of a rogue ele
phant. Through bog and bramble, o’er hill and stream
they stalk their unfortunate prey, eyes riveted to the
ground, heedless of nature’s untamed beauty.
Hark! Major has made a find. Some denizen of
the wood is nearby. The hunters rush to the spot, heed
less of life and limb. They scorn the use of their wea
pons, preferring to capture the beast alive, which they
do in a fearsome battle while Major barks furiously.
In triumph the conquering heroes return to flaunt
their prize before the envious eyes of their feUow-
students. Holding it at arm’s length, they proudly
present a most horrendous terrapin, or as some would
have it, turtle, which would, if placed thereon, almost
cover a large saucer.
/A new resident of South dormitory, one “Peppy”,
a handsome young black and white cat adopted by Paul
Clark and Lacy Gaines, furnished us with some amuse
ment the other day. Here is the story as related to us
by Mr. Gaines j
As the dawn approached on the morning in ques
tion, “Peppy”, as normal cats are apt to do. became
cognizant of a forthcoming natural function. His mas
ters, however, had neglected to leave the door ajar
“Peppy” scurried to and fro in search of an exit. .Find
ing none, he leaped upon the chest of the soundly
steeping Paul Clark, and clawed frantically at the
blanket. Paul, awakening, was struck with horror to
find himself staring into two huge luminous eyes not
more than six inches from his face. Speechless with
terror, he reacted spontaneodsly, sweeping the in
nocent “Peppy” from his chest and forcefuUy into the
wall. Recovering from the shock. Paul promptly went
back to sleep, leaving Lacy to climb down from thr
top bunk to let the bewildered “Peppy” outside.
■Some of you. when asking for money or favors
from your Dads, have probably been treated to a
story concerning his hard w«rk as a youngster. This
usually takes the form of a biography dealing witli
life on a farm. One stock phrase is “followed a plow
when old enough or big enough to reach the plow-
handles”. In a bull and coffee session one evening.
Coy Eaves, a near neighbor of ours, chuckled happily
and vowed that what he had to say was the unmitigated
truth. He says that instead of waiting for him to grow
up to the plow-handles, the plow-handles were cut dovm
to his size. Remember this, all you prospective fathers,
and when Junior becomes impatient for his weekly al
lowance. shame the little rascal into silence.
In the course of your wanderings about the cam
pus, you may hear someone hailed by the exotic name
of park Eyes'. You will turn about, expecting to see
a slinky, Oriental beauty, and your disappointed gaze
will meet with a six-foot hulk known as Ray Elliot,
sporting a patch of discolored skin under each eye. If
yeu ask him how he acquired these marks of dis
tinction, he will tell you that he ran into some anony
mous elbows while pounding the Varsity into shapt
during football practice.
Out of the night: / /
A dog howls incessantly in a nearby yard. The
hour is past midnight and weary students turn in their
beds while others pace the halls in exasperation.
Screams of “Shut up, you mut”, fill the air, but the
dog is heedless of all entreaties — the song is the
thing. Suddenly the night is shattered by the blast of
a shotgun — “Blam! Blam!” Silence reigns and the
toil-worn scholars heave sighs of relief and settle
back to their mattresses — in vain. A low whine knifes
through the gloom, rising to a crescendo and ending in
a mournful howl as Rover recovers from the shock.
Poor markmanship!
In parting, we quote “Ho-be” Rawls, who says, “1
have had it!”
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pOJli'A COJUtBA
LOOK UP
Have faith —
When clouds obseure the sky.
Do not despair —
If fortune seems to pass you by.
Stand strong —
For though the night seenvs long, and dawn so
far awav,
Be hopeful —
And patiently await
The coming of another day.
Jack Holt