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MAROON AND GOL Wednesday, September 27, 1950 Mnroon and Gold Edit d 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 Office at Elon College, N. C., under the Act of March 8, 1879. DeUvered by mail, $1.50 the coUege year, $.50 the quarter. editorial, board Edward Engles Editor-In-Chief Robert Wright Associate Editor Walter Graham Staff Photographer Luther N. Byrd Faculty Advisor BUSINESS BOARD Matt Currin Business Manager Wynona Womack Circualtion Manager B. G. Frick Printing Advisor Jack Steele Press Man SPORTS STAFF Joe Spivey Sports Editor George Etheridge Sports Assistant Charles Myers Sports Assistant Jean Pitman Sports Assistant ART STAFF Neil Johnson Roy Grant Hooper Walker REPORTERS Samuel Barber Billy Love Jane Boone Virginia Pla Harry Farmer Lester Squires William Hunter James Snow Happie Wilson WEDIJESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1950 A PRECIOUS THING Many of you will think that what I am going to say has no place in a college paper. You may be right, but I will eay it anyway; for I believe that a college stu* dent is Just aa much a citizen of the world as the next guy, and as such he should concern himself at least as much with the outside world as he does with campus af fairs. The world, it is pretty generally agreed, is in a pretty, sorry mess. The reasons for this mess seem obvious, but no one seems to be able to devise any corrective methods. Right now the most outstanding con flict is between the idealogies of America and the Soviet Union, with nations all over the world siding, somehow or other, with either us or the Soviets. I guess you have all beard unthinUng people suggest that to cure the ills of the world we must bomb Russia and Commun ism into oblivion. It would seem that a quick second thought would expose the folly of this idea, but it is amazing that so many people still cling to it. How infuriating it is to realize that people who don’t think cannot,—or will not—under stand a simple truth which should be ob vious: you don’t blot out evil by killing men. When everything is boiled down, why do men go to war, anyway? Lack of food? Not enough room to live in? Eco nomical reasns in general? Nonsense. This may be why we THINK we fight, but how much food and living space was ever gained by war? And who can think of a nation whose economy was bettered by war? Without spending nearly as much as we do for war, we could transplant whole populations and irrigate, deserts; build great schools in the immensities of Afri ca, Siberia, Tibet; and carve magnificent cities out of jungles. These are physical problems, and they could be solved through cooperation. Not easily, I grant, but they could be solved. Ultimately, it is ideas that cause men to go to war. You don’t kill an idea with a cannon or a torpedo. No, not even with an atom bomb. An idea or belief is destroyed only by getting into the mind of a man and show ing him that his idea is inferior, or just plain wrong. That’s quite a job, as any member of the faculty can tell you. Had Christ planted his teachings into the hearts of men with the point of a sword, do you suppose we would be call ing ourselves Christians today? I don’t. People accepted Christianity because they chose to, not because they were forced to. Human nature just doesn’t take to the bus iness end of a sword. of cabbages and kings By EDWARD ENGLES A brand new column by a brand new columnist is, I suppose, a thing to be gazed upon with mild suspicion. Perhaps rightly so. But I assure you that nothing will take place in this column which will incur anyone’s wrath, unless that is un avoidable, nor even anyone’s displeasure, unless I find it necessary. The title is, I would like to think, self- explanatory. I intend to write about cabbages and kings. Well, at least I will attempt to cover the things that may fall between those two categories. Admitted ly, it would be dull t® read about nothing but cabbages, which few people like any way, and kings, with which few people have anything in common. One very important fact about cabbages that I would like to bring up, however, is this: a good writer must recognize the smell of cabbage when he smells it, or he will never be able to write the Great American Novel. You must have noticed that when a writer is depicting a life of poverty he almost invariably has a heavy odor of boiling cabbage gumming up the atmosphere. It is little truths like that that make a novel great. Re the editorial: you win please take note of the closing line. It says some thing to the effect of . . we are offered something . . .” Originally the line read “. . , we are GETTING something . . The editorial staff had qiiite an argument over whioh was the most acurate term to use. Nothing personal intended, of course, but some shoes will fit almost anyone. Thank heaven the yankee peddler is back again this year. Good column. Only thing is, we see a lot of each other, and it is only the strictest sense of honor that keeps us from plagiarizing each other’s material. Or perhaps I am just looking at this thing from my standpoint. Any unsightly splotches on these pages will please be excused. They represent the blood of the Maroon and Gold staff, which has been flowing freely through the pores in our effort to get the first issue out. Just got back from the initial reading of “The Man Who Came To Dinner.” With out reservation I can say that it will be the funniest comedy to hit the Elon stage in many moons. This stepped up age we live in: The fall term was less than a week old when al ready a student was heard swearing to turn over a new leaf. The Fighting Christians look good in their workouts, so good that many sports writers are singling them out as prospec tive champs even before the season hits its stride. With the active support of the student body, there is no reason why the team should not fulfill predictions. Even Christianity, which the western world has accepted as its philosophy, did not succeed when it swung its holy water laden mace at the armies of Allah. All this is elementary enough, and cer tainly not original nor profound, yet we tend to forget it at times. Without doubt we all feel at times the urge to destroy an enemy. But think back to the words George Bernard Shaw put into the mouth of a benevolent Caesar” . . . thus, murder shall always breed murder . . If we must kill, why can’t we kill hate, ignorance, lies? This is not offered as a solution, but only as a plea. We, as college students, are being offered what the world is dying for the lack of: an education. Please, let’s not waste it.—E. E. the yankee peddler By BOB WRIGHT • • • • • First Freshman Impressions la joke! You probably find your-'rally is postponed until some un- By HAPPIE WILSON standing in one line after known day. All of which causes You are a Freshman! Your first another, trying tO' figure out added confusion. look at your new home for the next four years comes on Tues day, September 5th, at 3:15 where you are. 1 Friday is “C” day. Classes be- There is so much confusion' gin! Now your teacher will dis- that day that all assemblies are cover what you are like, and you o’clock. At first you are disap-LaUej off, including the campus pointed because unknowingly you'^o^. Unless you have found a have entered the back door. Itjygpy oblfiging upper-classman, One Freshman commenting on Rat Week said that the wrong people were being called Rats. * * * Speck Harper, explaining to a Profes sor who didn’t notice him come into class late: “I must have come in sideways, and you didn’t see me.” * * * If a Freshman can stand the first week at Elon College without suffering a break down, he is said to be oriented to our normal state of confusion. mm* The Players are starting the year off with a bang. The Man Who Came To Dinner is a howl of a good show. • * • Summer Soliloquy The grass ain’t growed Since it was mowed. If it did grow. It don’t show. And if it don’t show, I ain’t gonna mow. ♦ • ♦ The new Elon fight song is a step in the right direction. Now we’d like to see a REAL Alma Mater make an appearance on our scene. “Here’s To Dear Ol’ Elon” is not likely to give a retrospective alum nus a lump in his throat. « • • Then there’s the one about the mother of the sweet young thing who wouldn’t let the detective in until she found that his badge wasn’t a fraternity pin. • * V We ran into an old timer this summer who claimed to remember a drouth so bad that the trees were going to the dogs. Join the Fighting Christian’s caravan to Boone and watch the Elon Eleven knock the Mountaineers loose from their jugs. « • « Filched Funnies Prof. Reddish: What is a skeleton? Freshman: A stack of bones with all the people scraped off. (Ouch!) • • • A cowgirl married a handsome cow boy—Western Union (thass all). • « • If you want to remember things, tie a string around your finger. If you want to forget things, tie a rope around your neck. Overheard in the Anatomy Lab.: “He’s taking a pre-med course, but he’ll never make a doctor—he hasn’t even started smoking Camels yet. * * * Bulletin! Students are now allowed to keep Scotch in their rooms. (Just make sure it’s a wee bit o’ plaid on a coat- hanger and not a wee drop o’ Johnny Walker in your dresser). probably takes you two days to^^j^^^ jg the opposite sex, you discover the pictorial view of the; pj^babiy have not seen all the real front of Alamance. (campus. And if you don’t ever As you go into the Dean’s office'fjnd an obliging member of the you are calmly, yet emphatically, I opposite sex, chances are you told that at exactly 3:30 you are' ever will, due to take an English placement, Confusion test, followed an hour later by I one in math. ■> ( On Wednesday night as you Alamance Building. This you At 5:30 you struggle out of the settle on the long hard benches probably enjoy most of all. that is, Alamance Building scared stiff, in Whitley you pro'bably catch are a freshman girl. will find out what and who he is. That ni^ht all studeuts are in vited to attend a semi-formal re ception given by the faculty mem bers. The reception you do not mind, but the very thought of dig ging out your formals sends cold chills up and down your spine. After the reception all the stu dents are given an opportunity to attend a dance on the third floor along with all the other poor yourself wondering “Oh, murder, freshmen. From there you are I wish I knew what for and how shoved along with the rest of the long we are to be here tonight.” crowd into the cafeteria. A member of every organization Oh, So Shy! is l^ere to welcome you into their Sooner or later you ascend to your room to begin the difficult task of unpacking. Sometimes you are fortunate in getting a roommate, and then you may not be. In either case you start off your new life by speaking to ev eryone, whether you know them or not. This at times proves dif ficult, as some of the boys and girls are very timid and shy. Es pecially the boys. Around 8 o’clock that evening all freshmen gather in Whitley auditorium, that is if you can find the way, tO' hear Dean Bowden and the other members of the fac ulty welcome you to Elon. Confusion Somewhere near 7:30 the next morning you stagger out of your dorm in hopes of finding your way to the cafeteria. Not know- COLLEGE SPIRIT It’s hats off to the Elon cheerleaders of 1950 for that rousing pep rally, which they staged last Friday night on the eve of the A.C.C. game, and a deep bow to Professor Westmoreland and his Elon band for their fine cooperation in the big pep meeting. This pep meeting indicated that col lege spirit is on the rise at Elon, some thing which has been sadly needed, foe the Fighting Christian teams feel it deep ly when the students fail to rally behind them in their battles on the athletic field or court. The same new spirit was mani fest, too, at the game. The football squad is rated by sports writers and sportscasters of the state as one of the top favorites to cop the North State Conference title for the 1950 season, and all Elon students from the youngest freshman to the most staid and dignified senior owes it to the team, to the college and to themselves to join in this newly rising school spirit, which can and will make Elon a bigger and better college for all concerned. group, that is, as long as you promise to work hard in it. After all the speeches you feel like a lifelong student. Why, by this time, you can even find your way over to the Book Store alone. The next day is Thursday, and the freshmen are beginning to miss home, that late sleep in the morning, and most of all some fa miliar face. Those of you who are early ris ers and are lucky in chow line may attend Morning Watch, which is followed by another asembly in Whitley. This time Dean Bowden outlines the most import ant rules in your handbooks. Miss Adams gives the girls a All the girls sit on one side of the room while the boys fill the seats on the other side, and the upperclassmen dance. Not Enough Saturdays Oh, Saturday at last! This is the lazy students’ day. On Satur day mornings you can sleep as late as you like, and still stay out until 11:30 that night, (Wow!) To many freshmen comes the thought ‘Oh, what I wouldn’t give for at least two Saturdays in every week.” On Monday comes the beginning of a new week and classes. By this time ail the freshmen are probably so homesick that the very mention of home just auto matically chokes them up. All week you are scared stiff for fear that initiation will start. “What will happen?” you ask yourself over and over again. brief talk on Physical Education “Will they really treat us terri- for women, in the Mooney Build ing, and outlines the games they will study during the year. This iii the first indication you have ing if you were right or wrong you follow the largest group. If games are something to you had the luck of the Irish you end up last in the chow line, but you realize that you will probably be doing the same all year. This is to be your big day—reg istration. Now you are to meet some of the other students. What is shown, but the scheduled pep study. The boys receive their talk in Whitey. And More .. . That night you are asked to at tend a motion picture entitled ‘Elon In the News.” The movie ble, or how?” Yet, here it is Thursday, and nothing has hap« pened. Tomorrow is Friday, and the majority of you go home at last Maybe you have been homesick for your family and friends for the past two weeks, but before this weekend is over you will be just as homesick for Elon and all your new-found friends and class mates. From now on Elon home! IS Elon Student Spends Summer In Europe.,. By MAX VESTAL Europe is a magic word for most of us, and, even though I spent the past summer there, it still seems imposible to me. The trip proved highly interesting to me, and, like others who have gone, I can look back on many amusing incidents and on many wonders which I saw. The variation in language often proves puzzling, and one of the boys innocently asked a London bobby to “please tell me what time that circus begins at Picca dilly?” He did not know that Piccadilly Circus is merely a point of intersection for several streets. There are stories of the won ders of Paris and Rome and of the beautiful castles along the Rhine, and the splendors of the Riviera are legendary. I was for tunate, too, in going the right year to see the great Passion Play of Oberammergau, which is pre sented every ten years, but it is not of those things that I choose to tell. Instead, 1 tell of partici pation in a World Council of Churches work camp, which was far more than a vacation for me. Baxter Twiddy, who graduated from Elon in May, was at such a work camp in Germany in 1949, and he liked the experience so much that he wanted to share it. Since he was president of the Youth Fellowship of the Southern Convention, he started collecting money to send another to one of the camps. The young people of the church cooperated splendidly, and $600 was collected to send me to Europe and also enough more to send a young married couple to Peurto Rico. I was lucky to be chosen as the delegate, and I can never thank Baxter or the other young people enough. There are six camps of the W orld Council in Europe, three in Germany, one in France, one in England and one at Agape in the north Italian Alps. It was to MAX VESTAL the latter that I was assigned, and I dare say that Agape is the most inspiring of all. Its very name is a Greek word meanig “love,” not love of the sickening or sissy type, but Ipve which works together to accomplish something. There was no sitting around and wishing, and I would hate to be the one to suggest to certain of the campers that they were sissies. Our team leader was a huge Italian who had spent six years as a paratrooper. He em bodied an odd religious-political combination, for he was a Baptist and a Fascist. This was typical of the camp ers, who came from 14 nations and many classes of people. Some people would say that they do not care tO' associate with such a group, but all were inspired by the words of Pastor Vinay, the Italian director of the camp, who said that “religion must fill the peo ple’s needs. If it is something to which they can never attain, it is worthless.” I spent the month of July at this camp, which is located a mile high in the Alps in a valley cud dled by mountains that tower an other 3,000 feet. These moun- tains, snow-capped and piercing the clouds, formed a beautiful picture and at the same time in teresting obstacles to be climbed on Sundays. The people, however, are now peaceful and were busy gathering their crops of hay, working ex clusively with hand tools in fields that were often so steep that we had to crawl to their upper sides. The hay is mowed by hand and turned with wooden pitchforks, after which it is carried to the an cient storehouses on the backs of men and women. One day I saw an old woman holding an umbrel la over her husband, who was mowing in the rain. Living conditio'us were poor, compared with those we know at home, but one cannot complain when living around such people as those. The icy streams were public baths, which were not used often, for Europeans say that Americans must be terribly dirty to need a bath daily. However, from personal observation, I would say that they get as dirty as we do. We were building an Interna tional Youth Center, which con sisted of_a large meeting hall, four dormitories and an outdoor chapel, and it was necessary to build a road from the village to the camp, a ten-minute walk up the side of the mountain. There were ten professional workers and about 100 campers, and we worked in teams of six or eight, digging rocks from the side of the mountain. Other crews were worked on the buildings them selves, which are built of native- stone. The girls did seme of this rough work, but their job was. mostly the cooking and washing and cleaning camp. One day I picked up a broom and started sweeping,'and the Italian boys (Continued On Page Four)
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