MAROON and GOLD
SATURDAY DECEMBER 13, 19«
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Maroon and Gold
Edited and printed by students of Elon College.
Published bi-weekly during the college year, under
the auspices of the Board of Publication.
Entered as second class matter at the Post Of
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EDITORIAL
BOARD
Editor - in - Chief
John Watson
Managing Editor
Hal McDiarmid
Sports Editor
Ed Mulford
Assistant Sports Editor
Rocco Sileo
Drama and Music Critic
Ed Moss
Clubs and Fraternities
Lewis Lawerence
Society Editor
Allene Stallings
Day Student Editor
Max Storey
Librarian
Worth Womble
BUSINESS
BOARD
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Circulation Mlanager
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COLUMNIST
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CHICAGO BOSTOV • lOS AMOffLES • SAH FKAnOSCC
SO WHAT
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Humanity, the men and women upon God bestowed
so much with which lo serve him and ourrselves. is
rarely deserving of his beneovelence and mercy. He
made available to us much that could have been ut
ilized toward making a better world. We use everything
however, to sate our appetites and satisfy our passions;
thereby abusing ourselves and others.
Today, in the arena of our antipodes, thousands of
souls with as much right to the finer things of earth
as we, are at work earning their daily bread. A tired old
man lies beneath a palm while an even tirder old lady,
tends the herd. The herd consists of two goats. At the
first sign of parting day the goats ond the old lady
plod their homward ways. Just prior to their arrival
the old man becomes aware of their approach and
dashes accross the lae to greet them. He kisses the two
goats and returns to the spot where he has lain all
day. The old lady arrives at last and fetches a stool
and gourd and immediately milks one goat, fecthes
dates from the palm and calls the old man to supper.
After eating the man retires to the leeward of the tree
and to bed. His spouse must first tidy up before she
sleep?.
The same routine year in and year out except dur
ing the pilgrimage to the east each year; then the
countryside must be relied upon to supply the neces
sary vitamins. It is a rare time indeed when one can’t
lind s.(imething to eat. but the rub comes in finrtiic;
something that will substain life. In that part of the
world, between Tadzhic and Mysore the old time fav-
orie is certainly a unique dish; grasshoppers,, dewinged
and stewed with salt and the roots of the Alifkalifzan
bush. The result is a delicacy quite simular to stale
raw shrimp. This is noot idle meandering of the im-
aginaiion, but according to fact. According to the
finding.^ of Better Foods Inc. of Centeral Asia “Jub-
bulpore Collops”, for such is the name given to stewed
grasshoppers, is considered the feast time delicacy
from Tadzhis to Mysore. Especially during the harvest
season it is so considered, for there is no harvest. The
grasshoppers eat the crops leaving only the grass
hoppers to be eaten.
Here in America we have all that one could ask for.
If we have not, then who is to blame? There is at least
the oppurnitunity. Of course, some who are mentally
ill and unable to earn their bread., but we who are
capable do our bit in a halfhearted manner, then,
when the lettuce is wilted or the coffee too black, or
the price of something is increased, we jump at the
chance to complain. It is our privilage, and we must
defend that freedom which allows us to gripe. We
■would not have a conuntry of free people for long did
did we not reserve the right to raise our voices in pro
test, and the methods of ridding ourselves of tyrannical
rulers. But we must not think of ourselves as the
chosen people to whom all good things must forever
be forthcoming. That is not the truth and history has
proved it time after time. Our hard days are yet to
come. We, too, must fall from the rich power we are
at present to a poverty stricken land, if history may be
used as a gage of the future. It could happen within
one year wih this in mind, or better yet, with our
Christian duty in mind, why we do not concentrate
upon relieveing some oof the worlds suffering.
We should not enhance our political standing, but
prevent the starvation of humanity wherever it
may exist, it is extant in large areas of Asia. We must
not feel that the job is too remote for us to participate
JACKIE GASKINS
Once again a more sober minded group of students
than those who left for Thanksgiving holidays have
reeniisted for another term at Elon. Numerous res-
oolutions have been ma.'^e with intentions of keeping
them. Many students have resolved not to allow their
books to remain sedately placed in their bookcases
until the end of the qdialer, not to cut classes so freely
this quarter as they did the last, not to skip chapel
cprvices and Sunday Schc-ol and Church quite so often.
We must give the students making these resolutions
all due credit for they are making a noble gesture
' lii : - oues+io’- is - now long will these resolutioBS
-last? We hope that the length of them will be a little
longer than the length of most new years resolutions.
The snooping business is still thriving here on the
fsrr.pus bul for some unkknown reason it all
avoids me. So all the following dope was acquired
purely by accident aad can be considered strictly on
the authentic side.
FLASH! FLASH! -
What mysterious power does Frances Parker have
over Max Storey? She dates him at 7:30 and he is car
ried o the hospital at 9:00. That’s all right, Max, we
understand.
Bet>’ Englebwrt and Moon Everett like an intermis-
.sj ’- attend volleyrball games. Instead «f
seeing three straight as is the usual custom, they take
an intermission on the second and go back for the
third game. Is Engle B’s judgement increasing or de
creasing?
Reports have been turned in to me that Raj:hel Bea-
chum and Warren Beale were searching for the moon
on a moonless night out under Senior Oak. Peculiar,
ain’t it - or is it?
There is a question of great interest circulating
among the girls on tbe campus. What is so facinating
about the looks that appear so often in Carolyn
Thompson's and .'Inn Darden’s eyes’ If anyone finds
the answer please let us in on it, cause we are a little
worried about it. Ann and Carolyn are kinda interested
in answer too.
Third floor West recently recieved a serious blow
rendered by the loss of their pet cat, George. Tough
lu'> "sl« Belter luck next time.
Doris Peedin and Jean Harris appeared before the
Council in very fashionable dress the other night.
They were adorned in skirts and sweaters, high heels
with socks, gloves pocketbooks, and very attractive
tarns. They had rehearshed what they were going to
answer if the council asked them any questions; so
what ever their answer would have been was wasted.
We wonder if the council fully appreciated this exibi-
tion.
For the third time in the last two years we’d like
t« welcome Agnes Vaughan back to Elon. Hope you will
stick with a little longer this time Aggie. If at first
you all don’t suceed, try, try, and then try some more.
“Hank” Sawyer gave us all a big shock the other
night when she finally broke down and dated. She and
Jean Harris have formed a “M(an-haters” Club and have
been devoting all their time to the arts of snaokking
pipes and cigars. Those gals are really quite talented.
Diamonds, diamonds, and mire diamonds.
Another couple has recently' joined the engaged-
couple group here on the campus and we all would like
to most assuredly congratulate them. Best luck to
Life is full of little surprises -
you all - Doris Leonard and Clarence Shipton.
If anyone doubts the above statement, just ask
Yank Dickson about it. Only this week Dr. Howell
was calling the roll of his class and out comes the
name, MISS Dickson. "Yank" promptly answered “Here
sir” and the roll-calling proceeded along its natural
course.
To all the new students who have struggled through
the torture of reading this column to the end, I would
like to welcome yoou to Elon campus and I hope that
you like it and have as much fun as we do. I hope you
will soon Decoixie part of us. I feel that it’s only fair to
warn you though, that a little studying may be re
quired. The old timers of the last quarter can show
evidences of this reguired action-they’re just getting
a new growth of fingernails and their hair is slowly
returning to it’s normal thickness.
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in. If it has noot occured to you by this time, the
manner in which you may be of help will come to you
alter a few seconds of mild thought.
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A SONG OF TENDER MEMORIES
Alone I stand beneath the trees tonight,
Listening to the music of the dew drops dancing on
the leaves;
They no longer sing, nor do they glitter quite so
bright,
The windy night cuts deep f«r unjust deeds.
A song of tender memories life once seemed to be;
My loved one had always caused it such to be.
That beloved, perfumed hand no longer guides her
only one;
The wind and rain perhaps, heard the prayer of her
son.
Why should the soldier die for the psuedo battle cry?
Can someone tell me why, or what it might signify?
And those returning from the starlit, staring eyes
Hear the sighs of regret;
“Look at the drunckard!” they shout, and to society
he is in debt
Herbert Spivey
A LETTER OF POST-THANKSGIVING
Dear Editor
In your column, 1 would like to personally thank
that group which is responsible for the recent increase
in the amount of board per quater. Now that the pay
ment for our already wonderful meals has been in
creased $4.00 per month, we can expect better and
even more wholesome food prepared as only Southern
specialists are capable of preparing it.
Heretofore, after the luxuries of life (gov’t, insur
ance, laundry, dry cleaning, haircuts ect.) were de
ducted^ from my monthly allowance from the govern
ment, 1 had the gross amount of $5.00 per month to
waste as I saw fit - to spend lavishly !!!!! And now,
instead of such an excessive amoount to squander, I
will have only $1.00 to throw away. So this committe
is really accountable for making me a spendthrifity
individual. I will not only know where every penny
goes I will have every penny spent before it ever
rt;aches me. That is all but $1.00 which I shall natch
hand over to the college as an outright gift, Commit-
temen, you are responsible for my paycheck not being
thrown to the winds; for my not being loaded with an
overloaded poocketbook; for the solvinog of all of
my financial worries - and 1 am ever iiidepted to you
for it.
voeman-q
But that isn’t all for which I wish to express my
appreciation. For being so up and above board about
the whole matter; for publicily announcing to the
student body (prior to day of registration) that an
increase was taking affect (thereby granting us en
ough time to change colleges if so desierd); for these
things; you deserve commendation.
Elon, you connot be accused of taking unfair ad
vantage of us, for there are many, many schools that
hiive vacancies and there are Deans which would be
only too glad to accept our appliciations upon a short
notice. When I graduate and eventually accumulate
a cool million in th^ teaching profession, you may
rest assured that I shall donate a large portion of my
income to the school for the manner in which this
Christian institution carries out its policies has made
on unforgettable, impregnable impression on my mind.
Thanks again, for everything,
/ R.W.
Dear Editor;
In recent days around the Elon Qampus it has been
my privilege to hear certain ex-servicemen sound
off about recent increase in board here at the college.
I have, since then, noticed that these so called men
are ^he fellows that shout orders to their fellow stu
dents serving as waiters in the dining hall.
1 might add that in my opinion very few of these
men have anything to their credit other than a few
months shore duty iin the “States”. These men have
adopted the attitude that the country owes *iem a
living. In connection with that I would like to quote
what my grandfather once told me; “There is only one
thing this old world owes you, son —a killing”. A
few months in the service of our country or a few
years; it’s alll the same thing. I consider it a privilage.
. iidUKSgjvinr, I went on little trip, stopping in
Yaldese, N C. to see a friend. Know what was wrong
with him? He was blind! I saw another friend in
iissouri who had an artifical leg. Neither
of these men were griping about a $4.00 increase in
the ur'ce ot board. I was with both of them when they
were hit. I am profeundly grateful for not having any
('. .rse gripers with me then; they couldn’t have
held Up a good Marines Pants! I was only in the hos- -
pita! lor a year ( my two buddies had to stay in there
much longer) and I had to come to college to hear
the gripes. '
That’s ail for now, except that I sympathize deeply
with these men who did such stellar duty at so many
“Stateside” Camps, and 1 am sure they will find
solace in this column.
Coy J. Eaves
Dear Editor
It is a disgrace to the student body of Elon that
books reccommended by the professors as being re
lated to their supjects, can not be placed on reserve
for the benefit of all students. It is even more dis
graceful for this sitution to exist at a Christian in-
stition where the students are supposed to learn to
live right.
What manner of students have we here, and what i
is their purpose? What manner of man is it who will
knowingly and purposfully take a book or magazine
from the reading room with intentions of keeping it
for his personal library? What can we hope to gain,
or what great good can come to him through his
method of using the book? Such persoas as this could
be dismissed by the statement “they know not whet
they do” but it is my considerer opinion that the act
ion is premeditated and thought through with more
clearness and expected to be carried out with more
presision than he would at any time give to the text
of the book.
Such a degenrate sense of morality and flagrent
disregard for the common good certainly staggers
the faith man places in his fellow man, and complet
ely nullifies the principal ofo the golden rule.
The system of open reserve was tried last quarter
and worked fine until some twenty odd books dis
appeared without a trace. Could it have been that
the students were absently closing their notebooks
over a volumn and walking out? Naaturally they were
horrified upon discovering what they had done upon -
reaching their room.
Even in the face of such bludgeoning the library
staff has not lost complete faith in us, and they are
willing to try again. They will be sticking their necks
out, but they are anxious to be of service to us. It^is
BY T. PARKER
Voices raised in Jcvous hallelujas, we have pur grade
slips in the air, happy with our A’s and B’s and even
D’s. We wonder, even then, how we manager to ac
cumulate so many cuts, chapel or otherwise.
Through the paean of triumph, however, there
comes a note of sadness. We look about us, searching
for a certain familiar face, but we look in vain. Some
have gone, never to return, others for only a quarter.
One of the best things about the beginning c a new
quater is the new personalities that appear. People can
Dfccorne monotonus. Some people never change their
way of thinking; wear the same facial expiessions,
and use the same old “line.”
One of the more pleasing faces (and figures) to be
found among the newly arrived belongs to '•ances
Ferguson, who made her social debut at Elon by attend
ing the informal party in Soci,ety Hal# last Saturday
night. We would like to see this young example of
alliteration more of ton.
We wish to extend the palm and didgets to “\ggie”
■Vaughan, who has returned to the scholastic struggle.
Welcome! John Taylor has been iuite glui lese
past few monthsa for the lack of a good dancing par
tner.
A state of enmity exists between a trio coi sisting
of Fred Hoffman, John Zurlis. and Fred Shoffner of
Clubhouse, and a duo coomposed of John Watson and
Theodore Parker of No. 11 South After an eve mg of
good fellowship and genial conversation, the two front
South bid their host good by. and toddled off to their
cozy room. Come the dawn and the two Freds and a
John awakened to find that a theft had occurred in
the dark of night. Jumping to conclusions, as mortals
rae prone to do, they accused their former friends of
having pilfered a rug. oval in shape and made of mul
ticolored rags.
The lads from South were grief-stricken to be so
accused by their closet compatriots and naturally,
being innocent, denied having any part in such a low
crime. To make matters worse. Fred Hoffman, forcing
hi.': bulk into the Parker-Watson inner sanctum, dis
covered a rug amazingly simular to the one puiioine^,
and vowed that he had concrete evidence. This, how
ever, was merely the result of coinsidence. Just the
day before, John Watson had recieved a package
containing a rug from his ever - loving mother.
The trio from Clubhouse refused to believe this
very authentic story, and basing their suspicions on
circumstantial evidence, now look askance at their erst
while intimates.
Bill Peek and Joe Dunn, suffering from the terribly
cold climate of North Carolina, decided to endure it
no longer and journey south ^n search of the sun.
Packing their bags, they hurried pell-mell to Bill’s
auto and departed post-haste. In the vicinity of High
Point, it seems there came a change of heart. Evi
dently. the lads were unable to tear themselves away
from dear old “Elo.” Where did you get that lovely
suntan, Bill?
One morning while chapel was being held at the
Grill, Bob Furr overheard tall, willowy Map' Griffin
being addressed as “Bones”. Assuming a sympathetic,
fatherly manner, he called Mary over to the booth in
which he sat and in a most consoling tone said, “Don’t
let them kid you,Mary. Yoou and I know that you have
the best shaped bones on the campus.”
If yoou should ever plan to ride anywhere in Charles
Hollander’s auto with Charles himself at the wheeL
be sure you are equipped with a parachute and crash
helmet. It isn’t that Charles isn’t a good and careful
driver — normally — but. you see, Charles isn't him
self these days. His head is the cloouds and his tjhoughts
are miles away. We rode to Burlington with him the
other day. Here is some of the dialogue which en
sued during the trip between Jim Langston and Char-
rles;
Jim: “Where are you going, Charles?”
Charles: “To the big parking lot, of course.”
Jim: “But we’re almost in Graham.”
Charles: “Oh! Well, I guess I had better turn
around.”
Jinn Langston, being one of Charles' best friends,
says this sort of thing must stop. He is werried and he
•says that he has never seen any man more smitten by
romance.
Before coming to Elon, we considered ourselves
quite talanted if able to sing the first two lines of any
pcpulai stmg.
However in the course of two years and countless
I'ups of coffee we have learned both the words and
melody to at least three never to be forgootton songs.
These ditties are named variously, “Groound Hog”,
Save tne Alcohol"’, and “ HaUeluja Chorus (Elon
Choir)”. The latter choral arrangement having beem
put on the juke box recently, has already amassed a*
small fortune; each member of the chior having play
ed three or four times in sucession. Some seem to
think a song becomes better through endless repe
tition, but monotony has been known to drive some
men mad.
In parting, we would like to ask a favor of the un
fortunates of South Dorm who are burdened with an
eight o’clock class. Take note of the many signs pasted
and tacked about the premises which read:
“Please awakken “Chink” Spivey for breakfast.”
for us, the students, to decide whether it is better to
have the books on open reserve so that all of us have
access to them in the reading room where they are
easily found, or shall we allow some theif cause them
to be returned to the stocks wljjere they are piled
high and by the thousands? There are some thirty
thousand among the stockks, and it can become some
thing of an ordeal searching for one out of that nu-
Ralph Edwards
Another memory of the dying foe
Creeps accross the sleeping brain.
Amid the hours that come and go,
I twist, I dodge, only to meet them again.