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MAROON AND GOLD
Wednesday, October 25, 1950
Mnroon 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 ths
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 Circulation 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
Tony Diamond Cooper Walker
REPORTERS
Samuel Barber Billy Love
Hazel Barker Virginia Pla
Jane Boone Lester Squires
Harry Farmer James Snow
William Hunter Happie Wilson
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1950
SPRECKEN VOUS ESPANOL?
Word has leaked out, as word has a way
of doing, that there was a rather heated
debate at a recent faculty meeting con
cerning language requirements for a de
gree. The subject was brought up of re
instating the B. S. Degree. This would
mean that language credits would not be
required for a B. S. Degree.
Since that meeting, the matter has been
voted on, and it has been decided that lan
guage credits will be required as they have
been in the past. This, we believe, is ab
solutely the only course to follow. Had
language requirements been dropped, at
least 75 per cent of the entire, student
body would follow the path of least resist
ance and take a major in which they could
avoid language.
In our opinion, the study of language is
of prime importance in anyone’s educa
tion. Some of the reasons for this are ob
vious. For one, it is apparent to anyone
who has studied a foreign language that
a greater knowledge of English is thereby
obtained. A greater vocabulary is built,
which enables one to express himself bet
ter. Is this not one of the basic aims of
education? What is education but the
process of helping a thinking mind express
itself?
Just recently an author of futuristic fic
tion depicted a world in which the people,
of necessity, put their dealings with each
other on three levels: SPECIES-GROUP-
SELF, and in that order. It is becoming
more and more apparent that humanity
must ultimately deal with itself on just
that basis, and the day is drawing closer at
a rather terrifying (or gratifying, if you
you can see it that way) pace. How long
do you suppose we can exist as a species if
we continue to turn our backs to ether
races, nationalities, colors? How long can
blind patriotism, dozens of different
brands of it, each one working against the
other, serve a moral end?
Perhaps it seems as though a moun
tain is being made out of a molehill, but
language is one of the greatest obstruc
tions in the way of amicable human rela
tions, and if we ever intend to band to
gether and live at least as peaceably to
gether as do the monkey tribes, then lan
guage differences must go. We speak
English, therefore we like it, and natur
ally would rather keep it than adopt a
new language. Every country in the world
feels the same way; it is pathetic, childish,
and ridiculous. At the age of ten, every
child in the world should be able to talk
freely with any other. If the preservation
of national lan^guage is insisted upon, then
the child should be bi-lingual. Don’t say
it can’t be done, because there are thous
ands of people in this country today who
were compeltely bi-lingual before they
entered grammar school.
of
cabbages '
and kings
By ED ENGLES
Heard on leaving the latest Lana Turner
movie: Movies are longer than ever.
♦ ♦ *
It has occurred to us that the sports-
writers of the Maroon and Gold have a
somewhat tougher job, in some respects,
than have writers of other college papers.
For example, in an attempt to get much-
needed variety into their stories, .they re
fer to the Fighting Christians as the Elon
eleven, squad, team, or the Christian elev
en, squad, or team.
Now take ECTC . . . they call themselves
the Pirates, the Buccaneers, the Jolly
Roger crew, or anything else that they can
steal from a Rafael Sabatini novel. And
the Catawba boys can go under the names
of Indians, Redskins, the Tribe, Braves,
Warriors . . . well, you get the idea; you’ve
read James Fenimore Cooper.
We are not merely griping without of
fering a solution. We have, as a matter of
fact, several suggestions. Instead of the
‘Christian team,” why not “The Holy Ter
rors?” Or perhaps we could refer to the
team as the “Holy (steam) Roller.” This
could go on and on . . . how about “Father
Jim and his Screechin Preachers?” We
v.'on’t mention several others, like maybe
“The Cryin’ Christian Chapel Cutters,” as
it is too easy to get involved in campus
politics that way, and whereas we don’t
mind occasionally mixing into politics, dis
cretion is still the better part of valor.
* 3fC ^
. am having a tough time with the
column this trip, as the yankee peddler
got hold of the joke book first . . .)
♦ ♦ ♦
Mrs. Elizabeth Smith, director of the
Players, has received a series of radio
scripts, which she intends to use to broad
cast shows from Burlington, starting this
fall. Anyone with a good radio voice
who wishes to seriously take part in these
shows can see Mrs. Smith at Mooney
Chapel almost any time during the morn
ing. Mrs. Smith wishes to stress the point
that a serious attitude toward the Elon
Radio Players productions is a prime re
quirement.
It seems a shame and a disgrace that
pure lack of interest should result in the
disbanding of the International Relations
Club. By rights it should be the largest
and most active organization on the
campus. International relations are in
pretty sad shape right now, as they have
been ever since the Spaniards settled in
America. We could certainly use all
the education we can get along that line.
Ignoring or putting off a problem never
did anything but make it tougher to solve,
and the same applies to our dealings with
each other. Our present day foreign re
lations are tomorrow’s histories; what is
going on in the world now will decide
what kind of a civilization we will enjoy,
or suffer under, in the future. The Inter
national Relations Club offered a back
ground of just such information, but the
student body, apparently, has so little re
gard for its future that the IRC just sighed
and died. This is more than just discour
aging, it is frightening.
If the IRC would care to try again, the
Maroon and Gold will cooperate all the
way to help build the organization up to
what it should and must become.
IN APPRECIATION
Virtue being its own reward (according
to the cliche), we suppose that Worth
Womble and the group that worked so
hard to make this Home Coming one of
the biggest and best that Elon has ever
seen should be more than well paid for
the wonderful job they did. That is, of
course, assuming that virtue is its own re
ward.
We know, however, from sad experience,
that a job well done tastes pretty sour if
everyone enjoys the fruits of one person’s
labor without showing any appreciation or
even recognition of his efforts. Just to get
it on the record that tkeir great and suc
cessful effort has not gone unheeded and
unappreciated, we would like to thank
and congratulate Worth and his crew for
the splendid Home Coming they provided
for us.
the
yankee peddler
By BOB WRIGHT
Craving the indulgence of any follow
ers this column may have, we offer this
string of tepid humorous offerings. We
have learned during the past week that a
fraternity pledge is one who is wined,
(figuratively speaking) dined, a»d then
tanned. The gaining of this knowledge is
responsible for this week’s feeble effort.
It seems that an Economics professor
found himself standing at the Pearly
Gates. Answering the inquiry of the
guardian angel, the Prof. stated his desire
to enter. The ensuing dialogue follows:
‘Who are you?”
“I am an Economics Prof. from Elon
College, a Christian institution.”
“What h^ve you done that entitles you
to admission?”
(Much thought, and then—) “I saw a
run-down girl in accounting Lab one day
and gave her a nickle.”
Turning to the recording angel, the gate
keeper asked, “Is that true?” The fact af
firmed, the guardian asked, “What else
have you done that would warrent admis
sion?”
“Well just last week I saw a starving
student and his wife in the Grill, and I
gave them a nickle.”
This fact was affirmed, also, and the
guardian asked the recorder, “What do
you think we ought to do with this char
acter?”
The recorder replied, “I think we ought
to give him his dime back and tell him to
go to Hades or back to Elon.”
Prof. “Why are you tardy this morn
ing?”
Frosh. “Well, there are eight of us
using the same clock, and the alarm was
only set for seven.”
Co-ed: “Your new overcoat is pretty
loud, isn’t it?”
Joe: “Yeah, but I’m going to buy a
muffler to go with it.”
My roommate fell in the cafeteria the
other day with a cup of coffee, but he
didn’t spill any—his mouth was closed.
♦ ♦ *
Overheard ’neath Senior Oak: “Dearest,
this is heaven.”
“Oh yes? Well what makes you think
I’m your harp?”
A frugal Scot had blown his lassie to a
movie, and hailed a cab to take her home.
When he assisted her into the taxi, she,
knowing his frugal ways with money, re
marked, “Oh, Jock, it makes me feel
wicked, riding around with you like this.”
At that Jock cheered up tremendously.
“Ye ken,” he said, it might weel be worrth
the monney after a’.”
« ♦ ♦ ♦
Mr. Horrel: “Why are you eating with
your knife?”
Joe Elo: “My fork leaks.”
* ♦ ♦
*
Overheard at the door of the Gym dur
ing the Home Coming dance: “Is this
dance formal, or can I get in with my own
clothes?”
* * *
“Sorry, madam, but licenses are issued
only when your form is properly filled
out.”
“Listen, wise guy, we can get married
no matter what she looks like!”
\
BOB WALKER
EMMA JEAN CLAYTON
STARS
THAT
TWINKLE
MARY FRANCES ELDER
JERRY ALLEN
BOB WRIGHT
VIRGINIA TRlr.G
ON
ELON^S
STAGE
EB ENGLES
Here are ten of the principal
actors in the comedy hit, “The
Man Who Came to Dinner,” to be
presented on the Elon stage on
November 8th and 9th. Starting
from the upper right corner of the
“E” and reading counter-clock
wise, are seen the following play
ers:
ED ENGLES—Plays Sheridan
Whiteside, the man who came to
dinner. Whiteside, a meddling
intruder with a heart of congealea
vinegar, seems to live only be
cause there are still people in the
world he has not yet insulted.
EMMA JEAN CLAYTON — Is
Maggie Cutler, Whiteside’s sere-
tary. Being secretary to the
world’s rudest man for ten years
has hardened her shell somewhat,
but even she has her limits, which
are finally reached.
BOB WALKER — Ernest W.
Stanley, the most imposed upon
host in the history of hospitality.
Not a patient man to begin with,
Stanley cracks under the strain
of being civil to Whiteside.
MARY F. ELDER—Wife of Mr.
Stanley. Torn between loyalty
to her husband and a desire not
to offend her distinguished guest,
she makes enemies of both of
i them.
I JERRY ALLEN— Bert Jeffer-
i son, a small town newspaperman
I who seems capable of dealing with
I anyone but pretty women. He
: handles Whiteside, but is at a
loss with his secretary.
i BOB WRIGHT—At the center
of the “E,” portrays Beverly
Carlton, who wafts on and off
the stage like a capricious torna
do, leaving the situation deinitely
not in hand for Whiteside.
VIRGINIA TRIGG— Lorraine
Sheldon, worldly, glamorous act
ress, who comes to see Whiteside
in the hope of profiting bj' it. She
stays to be completely ruined by
a change in attitude all around.
I^SN JACOBS—Banj0( Holly
wood comedian who makes explo
sive entrance and adds one more
note of insanity to the situation.
VIRGINIA DAVIS — Miss
Preen, Whiteside’s poor, beaten
down nurse, who begins to think
that perhaps she should work in
a war plant.
DINK UNDERHILL— Adolph
Metz, scientist friend of White
side, who seems interested only
in making the world a better
place for cockroaches.
KEN JACOBS
VIRGINIA DAVIS
dink UNDEBUILL