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MAROON AND GOLD
Wednesday, January 17, 1951
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 Office at Elon College, N. C., under
the Act of March 8, 1879. Delivered by
mail, $1.50 the college year, 50c 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
Edward Engles Press Man
SPORTS STAFF
Joe Spivey Sports Editor
George E^ieridge Sports Assistant
Charles Myers Sports Assistant
Jean Pitman Sports Assistant
ART STAFF
Neil Johnson * Roy Grant
Tony Diamond Cooper Walker
REPORTERS
Samuel Barker Virginia Pla
Hazel Barker Donald Scott
Jane Boone Mildred Sharpe
Joe Deaton Robert Smlthwick
William Hunter James Snow
Charles Norfleet Lester Squires
Happie Wilson
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17, 1951
SAVE SIX FOR PALLBEARERS
Now once again the darkness is creep
ing over our earth.
And with the darkness comes the bub
bling fear and predatory madness, sweep
ing like a black cloak over a world so
wrapped up in its hate and suspicion that
only a few are left to struggle against the
noxious tides of murder that are rushing
toward each other at ever-increasing
speed, toward what looks like the inevit
able state of inundation which, when it
subsides, will leave only the flotsam of
our civilization scattered in the muck. The
scavengers will grow fat, there, will be a
plethora of litter for them to feed upon.
A black picture? Yes, but who, in all
the world, who is making any real attempt
to brighten it?
The sonorous cries of patriotism and
rearmament have quickened the step of
our country, as they have other countries
all over the world. Patriotism. Rearma
ment. How pathetic! How sad that they
should even faintly be associated with
each other. More weapons, more killers,
bigger bombs. The tools of peaie.
We, all of us, recognize the symptoms,
but too many of us refuse to admit the
disease. We are a country whose cheeks
are already flushed with the excitement
of war, yet we still go merrily on our way
as though all this were a sudden summer
shower.
But there are other coantries who, hav
ing felt the sickening shock of war much
more than we ever did, are beginning to
become wary, beginning to look out for
themselves, even at the expense of their
previously voiced ideals. England, Austral
ia, Canada, Mexico and others have stout
ly refused to send more fuel for the fire
in Korea. Why? They are frightened, of
course, as any sensible nation would be.
Whether they are right o rwrong, the
very fact that they have formally voiced
their intention to withdraw is significant.
We now can see a glimmering of what we
are getting involved in.
And it is easy for non-thinking people
to call them cowards and renegers tor
pulling out of Korea, but those of us who
have had experience in war with our al
lies know that this is not true. Anyone
who has been in England during or after
the blitz can testify to the truly amazing
quiet courage of the British people. And
who can doubt the bravery of the Canadi
ans, the wild Canucks whose reputation
precedes them in every battle? And the
fiery Mexican people, who have fought so
furiously for freedom many times, can
we say their motive in withdrawing from
Korea is one prompted by cowardice?
Hardly. And admiration for the gallant
Australian troops has always run high
among American fighting men.
What is it then? What is happening?
Why are we the only ones who want to
remain in Korea until, as General Mac-
Arthur is reported to have said, “. . . we
are driven out.” Why? Americans, more
the
yankee peddler
By BOB WRIGHT
Christmas leftover; We heard about
a little boy, who, when being asked by his
mother, “What are you doing, Johnny?”
replied, “With God and Jesus and Santa
Claus and you watchin’ me, what CAN 1
no?”
If the COLONNADES ever gets to the
point of going on sale, we'd like to know
if the ivy will be tossed in to boot.
* * ♦
We suspect that it’s more than the
wintry winds that is making people draft
conscious.
We read in the papers that the London
press claims that the American Air Forces
are overestimating the number of Chdnese
Reds they have eliminated. Perhaps
Johnny Bull is UNDERESTIMATING the
number that are over there.
Said the co-ed to the varsity man who
asked for another date, “Perhaps.—You
have an honest face.” “Honest to good
ness,” he blurted in return. “No, just
honest,” she squelched.
The juvenile behaviour which takes
place in the rear of Whitley during chapel
is intolerable. That seems to be the
gathering place for those who refuse to
stand for hymns, giggle during prayers,
and generally cut up during the talks. The
mental age indicated by this behaviour
would justify a faculty member sitting
back there and admonishing, “Now lets
all pretent we’re little mice and be nice
and quiet so the big, bad cat won’t get
The GREENSBORO DAILY NEWS ran
a picture of John L. Lewis under the two
column obituary story on Sinclair Lewis.
It might have been coincidental, or it
might have been wishful thinking.
» ♦ ♦
Between Lydia E. Pinkham and
Dorothy Dix
A gal should never get in a fix.
♦ ♦ ♦
Headline; “Back Seats Satisfy G. O. P.”
You can't get blamed for anything if
you’re not in the driver’s seat.
There is much talk about freezes, but
the one that hit the dorms last week out-
froze them all.
Headline; “Hard Times Face America’s
Bees.” Gad, has the Administration found
something new to tax?
than any people in the world, are accus
tomed to winning their games and wars,
and a defeat like the one in Korea does
rankle, but it is hard to believe that even
our administration, pig-headed as it is at
times, would keep a war going just on
the off chance that we will not lose face
if we stay and fight to the death.
There are a lot of questions to be ans
wered, and the time that is left to answer
them is running out like blood pulsing
from a severed artery. Everyone wants _
answers, but no one wants to give them.'
Counter a question with another ques
tion seems to be the strategy being em
ployed in our present dealings with each
other. Remember the attitudes small boys
take with each other when one wants to
learn the other’s secrets? “Why should I
tell you if you won't tell me?”
Well, as Philip Wylie pointed out in
his latest book. “. . . at least there is one
consolation. We won’t be missed.”
of
cabbages
and kings
By ED ENGLES
As the Korean situation worsens, the
air quickens with the poisonous excite
ment that comes with war. What started
out as a police action of the United Na
tions is rapidly assuming the proportions
of a small-scale hundred year’s war. There
we are at a definite disadvantage. Ameri
cans like their war the same way they
like everything else—in a hurry—while
the Chinese expect a war to straggle on
for decades. Perhaps it would be better
to pull out and take the chance on losing
a little face than it would be to remain
and lose . . . whatever it is we stand to
lose.
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Bringing things a hit closer to home, it
would be interesting to learn just how both
studentsa nd teachers, male, that is, feel
about the fact that the only washroom
available to men in Alamance Building is
kept locked at all times, with faculty mem
bers only having keys. It would also be
interesting to have some statistics on just
how many male students have had to
squirm through a whole class period just
because they may not have had the time
or opportunity to get to one of the dor
mitories. It is doubtful that any member
of the faculty would resent the opening
of the door to the student body, and
certainly the students wouldn't mind.
* ♦ *
“And marriage,” philosophized the
drunk, “is a new leash on life.”
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For all those who have had to repeat
once again their last year’s New Year
resolutions, a bit of the “Rubaiyat” may
be of some consolation:
Indeed, Repentence oft before I swore,
*But was I sober when I swore?
And then, and then came Spring, and.
Rose in hand.
My threadbare Penitence apieces tore.
So, you see, old Omar recognized, cen
turies ago, the fact that human nature will
err and err again. Solution; Don't bother
making any more New Year resolutions;
you’ll know if you’re doing something you
shouldn't be doing, and if the knowledge
isn t enough to prevent it, then no amount
of resolutions will do the job.
♦ * ♦
Ran into three people in Miami, who,
upon hearing or remembering that I live
at Elon, mentioned that they had read
about one of the boys making Little All-
American. One fella even remembered
Sal’s name and position. Not bad. Won
der when it will happen to Elon again.
Let’s figure on next year, and see what
happens. We have the material.
♦ ♦ ♦
It’s hard to say whether it is funny or
not, but the expression on the face of a
draftee when he realizes that it could,
and did, happen to him, is really some
thing to see. Only advice valid for draft
ees; Just relax and let it happen . . . it’s
going to anyway . . . who knows, you
might even enjoy it, although frankly, the
odds are against you.
♦ * *
One more sight that the truly rounded-
out personality should not miss is the
picture of Professor Byrd typing 365
words a minute, using only two fingers.
Makes the rest of us with our faltering
touch systems feel as though we have at
least eight fingers that are only getting
in the way.
» • •
And then there was the frantic charac
ter who raced into the bar, ordered and
bolted down a double shot of the best
Scotch, and, when asked what he wanted
for a chaser, replied, “You'll do!” as he
lunged for the door.
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“AND THIS P LANE WAS ONE OF THE BEST IN ITS DAY”
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'There AreMore Things..
• •
By EDWARD ENGLES |come along and take a signc on i
When Shakespeare said “There j star to find out just where Elon
are more things in the Universe College is right now.
than are containedi n your philo
iophy. Shrdlu.” (that, you must
.mderstand, is a rough quote) he
must have had his crystal ball fo
cused directly on the ground floor
jf the Science Building of Elon
College.
A tour through the
one will
find a home-made reflecting tel
escope. v.'hich was constructed by
several years.
The plane is still in flying con
dition, states Professor Hook, al
though, looking at the conspicu
ous absence of wings and half if
A Million Volts!
In the Physics lab just off the
corridor to the left, there is a
one of Dr. Bowden’s Science Sur- the propellor, he admits that it
\ey classes, a biology and geolo-j'' iH need a few minor repairs be-
gy showcase containing shelves fore he would attempt to fly it.
full of shells and rocks, and a few
Icose cathode ray tubes of various
various'sizes. Finally, we come to the xnere is a
niches and corners cf the build- other end of the corridor, where, piece of merchandise that would
ing with Professor Alonzo Hook, i believe it or not. there rests an absolutely knock your eye out
of the Physics Department, re- almost complete airplane. stgtjg machine. Encased in
It Could Fly jwood ^and glass, this little gem
As can be deduced by the above | will generate over a million volts,
picture. Professor' Hook is par- and can create an eleven-inch
-.1 - ’3c- tici;lar};’ fond of t'l’s craft, and. spark in a “lightning” experiment.
as he £tuod patiing it fondly, It certainly is misleading in its
gave out with the following in- appearance, being the kind of a
T-
vealed an array of mechanical,
photographic, e^icaonic, and
aviation equipment tnai would
make the r.v3i;;_.,2
trie or Kastma.i .jijhe i .o
like a small boy's hobby room.
Enter Frcru l.xe S3u:h jlai.-.'.alicn: T:v3 plane is . .i ola thing a gigantic child might con-
Upon cnt^n ' t-o-ih cl^o"' i-'=cgnized in avia- stiuct with an equally gigantic
of the buikUng!“one'first encoun-, les as one of ':est o! erector set.
ters a huge reel of electric cable i smgle-engined monoplai.es j Also in the lab are a complete,
which is about the thickness of a extremely stable j operable compressed air macnine
banana and looks as though it ‘^ependa>,!e ship, the Curtis- a dandy little portable ener-
Rouin was the plane used by gizer for starting aircrait eng.nes.
“Wrong-Way ’ Corr.gan in his The energizer was made from
tongue-in-cheek flight to Ireland Parts of three different engines,
back in the late thirties. (You all it is a thing of beauty and a
remember Corrigan, that mildly j°y forever. Standing near the
imused Irishman \.ho i.;it che east i static machine is a motor-gei, 3ra-
lOi^st to fly to the " coast, then , tor testing device, which is also
arc’.3d in Ireland a days later lU^ed to build and charge sto/age
earing an expression of great i batteries. Wet cells, that is.
p leasure and gentle surprise.) | Incidentally, the static machine
The plane, with an OX-5 type | “sed to produce current for
'ngine, whatever that means, wasj^^® X-Ray machines, several of
nurchased by the college back in v-hich are distributed about the
39, for use in the then extant | building. Professor Hook is pic-
could carry all tl’e vcUage that
ever was geneiated. Tnis. Pro
fessor Hook explains, is to be used
n the cutcide lighting circuit?
over at the new gym. One of
the things Paul Plybon picked up
a while ago.
Next in line as you walk down
the hall is Elon’s own little weath
er station. Complete, wi h ane
mometer. barometer, thermometer,
and any other ometer neaded to
prognosticate the weather.
Skipping over a few sundry lit
tle items like a non-magnetic
'ivilian Pilot Training program
.Vhen the war broke out, the pro-
'hip s compass, which stands in- gram was changed over to an
conspicuously against one wall. Army Air Force Collegp Training
patiently awaiting someone to Detachment, which operated for
PROFESSOR HOOK EX PLAINS THE X-RAY
tured below in the futile process
of trying to explain to your report
er just what happens within the
bowels of the machine when it is
working. I use the adjective “fu
tile” because to my sadly unin
structed layman’s mind X-Ray
machines and the like have al
ways been associated with brilli-
j ant and cruel scientists who spend
I their entire working day gouging
vital organs out of screaming,
helpless human specimens.
And X-Rays Too!
And speaking of X-Ray, in one
of the other rooms there is a ma
chine that looks like 3 real cor
puscle cremator. Shielded only
b> two halves of a large glass cup,
(which, Professor Hook hastens
to asert, is lead impregnated glass
and impenetrable to X-Rays) this
one is used frequently by mem
bers of the physics cl2S3 in their
experiments ana leriearch. I
didnt get clo.~3 enough to catch
ihe name on ihe squat monster,
but even money says it is some
thing like “Little Candy Bone
Scorcher, the _*laa Scientist’s Best
Friend,” or something similar.
In passing, it should be men
tioned that the below pictureJ
machine was donated to the coK
lege by John and Tommy Faust;
both graduates of Elon, sons of hl
doctor in Liberty.
Almost hidden away under 3
v.ork table and a pile of sawdust
another interesting gimmick rests
quietly. A question and an an
swer revealed that this is a photo
stat machine. This is Professor
: Hook's p-.idc and joy. It seema
that ,the student wiv7 was con^
structing it, one Da. d (iiiffin,
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