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MAROON AND GOLD
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1948
Maroon and Gold
Edited and printed by students of Elon
College. Published bi-weekly durign tlie
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1948
CRY ROGUE!
Into even the most congenial of envir
onments can come the elements of de
pravity and deceit. Through the preda
tory instincts of possibly only one person
there has come to Elon a general atmos
phere of distrust wherein each of us looks
askance at his fellow man.
When we first arrived at this campus
a locked door was a compartive rarity.
One could leave his valuables lying about
unattended for an indefinite time without
a thought of its being pilfered. The air of
friendliness was then genuine, not merely
a matter of tradition.
Lock that door, put your wallet under
your pillow, hide what jewelry you may
have, and post a guard while you shower
or pay a call to another room—we have a
thief among us! The appellation “thief,”
in itself, is much too mild. This is the
foulest type of thief; one who will take
the belongings of his associates. The ulti
mate in low cunning and rotten chicanery,
he will, when not plying his nefarious
trade, fawn upon his dupe, flattering him
v.’ith attention, speaking pleasantly in
chance meeting, and otherwise building
for himself a bulwark of responsibility.
Not only do we suffer directly from the
attacks of this hell-born atrocity, but the
school of which we are a part may become
smudged in name through such a manifes
tation of corruption. As a result, each
of us who graduate from Elon may be
branded with a stigma, so we must, in
some way, tear this cancer from our flesh
lest the body die.
Thief, hear us! Should you be appre
hended in your villany, hasten from the
tear of death into the arms of'protective
authority, for many are the students who
would justifiably do bodily harm unto you.
By this we do not mean a slap on the
wrist. This warning comes merely as a
gesture from a heart so generous that it
could pity the physical misery of even the
filthiest and most polluted form of
squirming life.
Student Body Dues
Let’s go, tightwads! Loosen the death-
grip on that mouldy old dollar bill and
present it to your treasurer. You can’t
ride through life forever on the generosity
of others.
We’ve heard your gripes and your
moanings about the lack of social life
cn this campus. “Why can’t we have some
good parties?” you say. Since Ji'hen could
we have an enjoyable party without spend
ing some money? And where do you
think the money is coming from—char
ity?
Out of a possible 800 students, only a
few over 400 have come through with the
necessary. The stuednts know the bene
fits of the fund, yet nearly half of them
either choose to ignore it or are negligent
of their own interests.
Don’t wait! For a better student bt'dy
organization, pay up today.
rodomontade rampant
By ROBERT RUBINATE
Have been noticing the glum looks on
the faces of many Elon’s collegiates. Per
haps the appearance of grades has some
thing to do with this showing of remorse.
In our random time while lollying we
came upon a paragraph by Edward San
ford Martin titled “A Father to His Fresh
man Son:” “Your mind, like your body,
is a thing whereof the powers are devel
oped by effort. Unless you train your
body you can’t be an athlete, and unless
you train your mind you can’t be much of
a scholar.”
Did ol’ Geegee Parks get the lead in
Angel Street? The reader will have to
pardon this column's risible manner. We
will simply have to be on hand opening
night if only to hear Geegees’ broad Eng
lish “A.”
While nosing around the sidewalks in a
ceaseless effort to find the out-of-the-
ordinary, we were lucky enough to watch,
unobserved, as Long Tom Skinker and
roommate Basil Seymour scurried into a
waiting automobile and zoomed away for
their weekly dancing lesson in Burling
ton.
That barn dance had a nice come-out al
right, but a “caller” was sorely needed.
This was overlooked by the majority pres
ent, however, and a good time was had by
all.
Wish we could buy a pair of boots like
the pair we saw at the dance that night.
Hear tell they were imported.
Intellectual interlude ... He who
floats with the current, who does not
guide himself according to high princi
ples, who has no ideals, no convictions—
such a man is a mere article of the
world’s furniture—a thing moved instead
of a living moving being.
Geography 15 had a good laugh the
other day when Doc Johnson, while lectur
ing on the subject of coffee, sidetracked for
a moment to note that every man, woman
and child drugs himself on coffee (the
United States drinks approximately one-
half the world's supply of coffee) and
considers it a part of the everyday routine,
and yet those very people will swear that
to sip a glass of wine would be just short
of com'mitting suicide.
Hear tell that Robert “Chips” Chabalko
was up to his axle in mud while on his
way hcime from the Duke-Wake Forest
game. Did we count four fair maidens in
the rear seat, mister Chabalko?
Ran into Burlington Saturday to view
“Red River.” Would like to say that this
humble person was direly in need of a
rootin’, tootin’ western of grade “A’
stock.
Walked into the Hood restaurant in
Greensboro last week and who do you
think we found off in a corner? None
other than Shack and a right pert blonde.
Hear the Choir will travel to Norfolk
and surrounding areas in February. New
York will be a stop on the spring tour to
Boston and the choristers are hoping to
hit the Metropole over the weekend.
At this printing, R. D. dutifully selects
Elon over Guilford in the Turkey battle.
. with a shovel
M and G Quiz
1. For whose benefit was an
epitaph placed on the main ent
rance to Alamance?
2. Name one of tre leads cast
tor “Angel Street.”
3. Who is the author of “The
Gospel Unlimited?”
4. What student married last
Friday?
5. Name the oldest Christian
Church in N. Car.
6. Who is the ex-Elon grid
star who coaches Henderson high
schocd?
7. What football teams clash
at College Park this afternoon?
8. Name the Intramural touch
football chamjis.
9. Who now holds a vice-presi
dency in the N. C. Education As
sociation?
10. Who is Elon’s “Mr. Bong?”
By MIRIAM BOLWELL
Hello, you exam-weary, brain-sore, jail
mates. Have you heard the latest? At the
shower Mrs. Huff gave for Lib Jernigan we
all heard squeals of delight from Jean Har
ris when she found the “Old Maid’s Thim
ble’ in her piece of cake. Is that some
thing to be happy about? Ellen Spivey put
her piece of wedding cake under her pillow
and dreamed about four or five men.
Who is the lucky girl who has finally
hooked that handsome man with the grey
convertible? He took her home last week
end. Must be pretty serious when he
wants to meet her parents. How about
that, Flinchum?
We have been wondering what the S.
R. C. is. Gurley Ritter and Scoop Scott
are charter members, but it must be some
sort of secret society, because they won’t
divugle.
The Sadie Hawkins day race turned out
to be quite the thing. Congratulations to
Jimmie Horn for a real job as “Marryin’
Sam.” Wonder how a certain Ho-Be will
like it if he finds out that his girl was
“ketched” by Max “la-deda” Neese.
Though bare anij leafles, the oak still
has m.iny visitors, since there are many
new romances on the campus. Cary Grant
and his new leading lady; Nash (“are you
coming”) Parker and Marjorie. Cowles
Spivey must like the name “John,” or is it
pure coincidence? But even the attrac
tions of the Oak are not enough for
Martin Conroy. Enjoy the Fall German at
Carolina, Martin?
In the “Third floor breakfast club”
Edna Falwell is chief cook. Hea r she is
pretty good. You ought to change your
major from Spanish to home economics,
fat.
At Lib’s wedding, names got twisted
in the receiving line. Jean Meredith and
Emmett were introduced as Mr. and
Mrs.
Barbara Haynes should know by now
that she must be in at five minutes of elev
en instead of three minutes past— or
was Calvin Milam’s watch slow?
Fred Vaughn received some handcuffs
in the mail. What were they for and
why?
Hope this stuff has lifted your spirits.
Gotta go now. Happy Thanksgiving.
"What A Life" Big Hit With Orphans
thinking it over
By JENNINGS BERRY
Since Thanksgiving is soon to make an
appearance on the calendar, let us silently
and fiendishly sneak to the shadows of
some of these perspicacious people and,
tapping them on the shoulder, shout in
their ears the question, “What does
Thanksgiving mean to you?”
Recovering from the shock of this sud
den outburst, Fred Hoffman dreamily licks
his chops and says, “Thanksgiving, Gee, it
tastes good—when it is?”
Leaping three feet into the wild blue
yonder and clicking his tapped heels, Vic
Strader exclaims, “Yipee! no ti’ig’, pniloso-
phy, English or geology, and (moan!) no
femininity.” Shall we say that in this in
spired soiil the meaning is vividly evi
dent?
Maxine Abercrombie: “This is so sud
den!”
DeSimone clenches his fists and growls
through his teeth,” Guilford'll regret the
day.”
Bill Scott glances at his shoes, and then
with a knowing gleam declares, “The pre
supposition is that Thanksgiving is the
time of non nobis Domine.”
Following is the account of the field-
day of the limouiine in the north parking
lot.
It is a cold, somber day before the
Thanksgiving holidays, and the silence is
as maddening as a shrill prolonged note in
an unfinished symphony.
At ten seconds past 12:20 two doors burst
from their hinges on the north entrance to
the Administration Building as the first
assault of day students pounds the pave
ment, each in eager anticipation of being
the first to steer his one-hundred ten hors
es out the gate.
The fusillade of roaring cylinders is now
like thunder in a barrel.
There is a nerve-grating grind as gears
attempt to mesh in utla-rapidity, a screech
of tires and the mass move as molten ijnetal
to the one outlet. But alas, it is not molt
en. There is now a horrible clanging and
a sicknening scraping, a "sounding of
brass and a tinkling of cymbals” multi
plied ten thousand times—and all is again
quiet. The only escaping auto is the sly
“Little Stayd.”
The rest remain to ponder the rules is
sued concerning the parking of these mid
get locomotives. But, heh! -heh! it’s too
late.
By BOB WRIGHT
The first performance of “What
A Life” given by the Elon Players
was a matinee Nov. 2 for approx
imately 100 young theatre goers
from the Elon Christian Orphan
age.
Of the four performances of
this production given by the Play
ers, this first matinee was easily
the one enjoyed most by the cast.
Although the youngsters from
the Orphanage far from filled
Whitley Auditorium, they made
up in enthusiasm what they lack
ed in numbers. They followed
the misadventures of Henry Aid-
rich with an appreciation in
which one could sense a note of
sympathy for the unfortunate
Henry.
Every time Elon College plays
host to the children from the Or-
pljanage, the students enjoy the
^ occasion as much as the children.
All members of the cast and stage
crew agreed that they were a
grand little audience, and that
they were looking forward to
playing for them again the next
time a suitable play was ready for
presentation.
The Christmas party for the
Orphanage children is the next
occasion for them to be guests of
the students. This is one affair
in which all members of the stu
dent body may participate.
SNQUfPJNG PHOTOGRAPHER
By HARVEY FOUSHEE
"Why Are You Thankful?"
Mildred Sharpe, left: “It’s
something hard to express in
words without giving it much
thought. I’m thankful because
our family always gets together
for the noon meal.”
Sugah Moore, right: “I’m thank
ful because mid-term exams are
over. I think I passed one of
them.”
Jerry Lea, left; “I’m thankful
because after mid-terms I need a
little vacation.”
Coach Jim Mallory, right: “We
all should be thankful we live in
the U.S.A. I’ll be even more
thankful when we take Guilford.”
A cloth made of
matted wool.
A suffix making
nouns from
verbs, denoting
agent.
Accustomed.
Reach out.
An electrical
abbreviation.
Makes a mistake
Adverb of direc
tion.
Univ. of Tennes
see football
player.
Chaucerian
spelling of a
form of the verb
“to be.’
Mailing adetoess
familiar to veter
ans.
Kampus Krossword
ACROSS
32.
Butter substitute.
1.
A North Carolina college
34.
Halt.
founded in 1889.
35.
First name of Elon’s Henry
5.
A freshman football player.
Aldrich.
9.
Identical.
36.
Latin for “well.”
10.
Elon professor of romance
DOWN
languages.
1.
Latin for ‘to be.”
11.
A resort with mineral
2.
Mongoloid of northeni Scan
springs.
dinavia.
12.
Abbreviation for a southern
3.
First name of Elon librarian.
state.
4.
French particle.
14.
Mother of man.
5.
U. S. soldier.
15.
Author of “The Raven” (ini
6.
Poetical form for “night.”
tials).
7.
French for ‘dream.”
8.
12.
13.
16.
17.
19.
20.
23.
24.
26.
27.
29.
31.
33.
34.
A hearing in court (law).
An Elon end from Greens
boro.
Changes.
Author of “The Book of
Martyrs.”
A way by which children
count in games.
Pronoun used in editorials.
A college degree.
A river in England.
Part of hypkenated word
naming a driiik.
Prepositiwi.
Assistant football coach.
French article (plural).
Suffix used to form adjec
tives.
Exclamation.
Professor of English (initi
als).
There isn’t much difference be
tween sight and vision, except
when you make the mistake of
calling a woman one when you
mean the other.
A visitor once remarked at the
promiscuous array of books ly
ing around Mark Twain’s study..
“You see,” said Twain, “it’s scfc
difficult to borrow shelves.”
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