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MAROON AND GOLD
Wednesday, May 16, 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. E-iiivered by
mail, $1.50 the college year, 50c the
quarter.
editorial board
Edward Engles Editor-In-Chief
Lynn Cashion Associate Editor
Justyn Carter Music Editor
J. B. Pickard Feature 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 Etheridge Sports Assistant
Charles Myers Sports Assistant
Jeanne Pitman Sports Assistant
ART STAFF
Neil Johnson Roy Grant
Tony Diamond Cooper Walker
REPORTERS
Sheffield Abell Virginia Pla
Hazel Barker Donald Scott
Jane Boone Mildred Sharpe
Hacry Farmer Robert Smithwick
William Hunter Oliver Thomas
Rachel Matthews Lester Squires
Happie Wilson
WEDNESDAY, MAY 16, 1951
IT’S “THIRTY” AGAIN
With this issue we regretfully write
-30- to another volume of the Maroon and
Gold. Regretfully, because another year
has slipped by and there are, as usual, so
many things left unsaid and undone . . .
so many editorials that should have ap
peared here that did not, and so many
that shouldn’t have appeared' that did.
There were always things we intended
to include in “the next issue,” but now,
suddenly, the time has run out, and there
are no more issues left.
But we like to think that perhaps our
editorials have resulted in some favorable
changes on the campus and in the minds
of our readers. Perhaps our tirade
against last year’s Student Legislature
was partly responsible for the election of
a more conscientious group this year; per
haps our writing on the dormitory lire
hazards helped to foster a little more
cooperation in that respect between the
students and the administration. At any
rate, we feel that our efforts have not
been entirely fruitless.
And although we sometimes feel a bit
guilty for not having done as well as we
could have, we nevertheless can take pride
in the fact that, for the third successive
year the Maroon and Gold has taken top
honors in competition with other North
Carolina college newspapers, thereby do
ing our bit in distinguishing Elon, just
as our magnificent choir, our great foot
ball, baseDail, oasKetuall an.: ij .,ck tfcams,
and other of our many organzations and
individuals have done.
Probably more than anyone else, we
know the faults and lackings of the Ma
roon and Gold, and we have worked to
correct them. In our last issue we replied
to some of the criticisms directed at the
paper, pointing out that more cooperation
on the part of the students would natural
ly result in a better paper. That still
goes, but for now, rather than get off on
that track again, we prefer to thank
those of you whose help has been invalu
able and extend to you and to others a
fervent invitation to work with us again
next year, for we’ll need your help, and
the help of others as well.
We would like to point out to you that;
for anyone interested in any phase of
newspaper work, the Maroon and Gold
printshop offers an opportunity for valu
able experience that you could not find
elsewhere. And although there is a lot
of hard work involved in getting the paper
cut every other week, don’t think that it
is all work. On the contrary; in addition
to what you have to gain in experience
here, many a good laugh is had by all.
Actually, the reason the staff puts in
those long hours, seemingly slaving away,
is not simply because we like to work, or
because we have nothing else to do; we
enjoy it. And the feeling of accomplish
ment that comes viith turning out a good
paper more than makes up for the time
and effort expemded.
of
cabbages
and kings
By ED ENGLES
STORY
Once upon a time there was a wealthy
young college student who had, in conve
nient conjunction, a passion for useless
gadgets of the distinct American variety
and the money with which to buy them.
One day he was walking by the gadget
store and he chanced to see a combina
tion alligator lamp and toaster.
This was indeed a find, for he didn't
know of anyone else that had one, nor of
anyone that was likely to get one. So he
paid $87.50 for it and took it home, eager
to try it out.
It was real tricky, and he was extremely
pleased with it. It lit up and toasted the
toast at the same time. “You merely
c!rc-p in the toast, pull the alligator s tail,
and the mouth opens and the eyes light
up, " the instructions informed him.
That night he settled down to do a lit
tle studying. As he was in the process
of translating a Spanish novel, he worked
far into the night. When the room became
dark after sunset, he yawned, stretched,
smiled, dropped in the toast, and pulled
the alligator's tail, then proceeded with
his work by the light provided by the
glowing eyes.
But when the toast popped up, the light
v.ent out. More toast. Again. Again
more toast. Soon the room was knee-deep
in golden brown toast, and by the time he
got to chapter 9 he had sent out for 473
loaves of bread. By chapter 12 he got
smart and stopped buttering the toast, as
he figured that this was a needless ex
pense.
Before long he had to send home for
more money. His father, who had made
his fortune selling kerosene to the gov
ernment to pour on surplus potatoes,
didn't mind at first, but soon the toast
bill reached such proportions that he had
to get an honest job in the State Depart
ment, and could no longer afford the
necessary truckloads of bread to keep his
son going on the Spanish novel.
The poor young man had to drop Span
ish and take up china painting, and is now
happy with brush and dish, wondering
what in the world ever possessed him to
study Spanish in the first place.
And he is not alone. I wonder too.
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Notice to the Underground Press: The
following bit of stolen verse in no way
reflects the policy of this paper, and is
Dot directed at anyone in particular, but
is printed here only out of my apprecia
tion for someone's powers of observa
tion. After all, bees will be bees.
The Bee’s a busy little soul
Who has no time for birth control;
And that is why in times like these.
One meets so many sons of Bees.
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And how about the English professor
who came home from the movies, raving
about Orson Welles’ production of Mac
beth? He alked his wife into going, gave
her> the money and the keys to the car,
and sent her to town. Upon her return
he' asked her how she liked it. After a
moment of hemming and hawing it came
out that the dear girl hadn't gone to see
Macbeth at all, but had used the money
to see ‘"Valentino'’ AGAIN.
TO RECEIVE HONORARY DEGREES
rr>’'»VARD J. RTTLLOCK
REV. FR-iNK L. EVERSULI
GRAND FINALE
Allow us to fake a little space now to
renumerate the list c€ outstanding accom
plishments made by Elon teams and or
ganizations for the past year. Flying
high, our track team, golf team and base
ball nine proved to be tops their fields,
with the football and basketball boys
ranking high. The Maroon and Gold came
in for its share of honor by taking first
place in its field. Other groups and some
individuals have distinguished themselves
similarly.
But perhaps the greatest honor, anC
the one that odds the aura of honestly
earned glory to all the others, is the recent
■ presentation to Elon College of the annual
John D. Messick sportsmanship award, in
recognition of the sportsmanship shown
by all Elon students throughout the past
year. Although we realize that our sports
manship has not at all times been exem
plary, we appreciate the honor accorded
us by other members of the conference,
and sincerely hope that we may deserve
the award more in the future than we
have in the past
Elon College will confer hon- '
orary degrees upon four emi
nent men at the forthcoming
1951 commencement. The re
cipients include leaders in in
dustry and business, in theology
and education and in naval ser
vice. The four to be honored
include the Honorable Edward
J. Bullock, of Oak Park, HI.,
(upper left), leader in the oil
irdustry, an executive with the
Petroleum Administration dur
ing World War II, and active
church and Masonic leader; the
Honorable J. Spencer Love, of
Greensboro and Washington,
D. C. (upper right), chairman of
the board of directors of the
IVurlington Mills Corporation
and leader in the textile indus
try for more than a quarter of
a century, who is to deliver the
address to the Elon graduating
class of 1951; Rev. Frank L.
Eversull, of St. Louis, Mo. (lower
left), now Professor of Education
at 'Washington University in St.
Louis, who has been in church
and educational work in Ameri
ca and abroad for nearly four
decades; and Captain William
W. Elder, of Concord, Ga.. (low
er right), a graduate of Elon
Mit'J the Class of 1910, who
served as a chaplain in the
United States Navy for thirty-
one years and who has been ac
tive in religious and civic af
fairs since his retirement.
HON. J. SPENCF.K Iah
CAPT. WILLIAM W. ELDER
the hilarious gags antJ the
Hallelujah! It’s A Good '^UnV
“Hallelujah! It's a good ’un! ’ So say all the signs that Nash Parker and his publicity workers
have plastered all ever the campus during recent days, said signs referring to Elon’s third annual
student-written and student-directed musical show, which is sched uled for Whitley Auditorium or.
Tuesday and Thursday nights of this week. Those who have seen the reshe.'jrsals for the show
within the past Iv.c weeks declare that the signs aren't fooling, and they tell hov,' I'n? tiny vtage up
in Moorey At '^i1o>-;um has been reeling and rocking as the student actors tripped through the chorus
routines and how the very walls of the auditorium have echoed
muficpl rurnle-s that s:;! the tem po for the show.
The leading roles in the stu
dent musical show will be eii-
acted by Bob Walker (left), who
appears as Dr. Ferdinand Faus-
'S''
fus, president of a typical Amer
ican coliepe; and Judith Tnsram
(right), who plays Ihe part of a
student of that typical colleee
’uho is earnin" .her way lliro'.i^h
college a« secr'pf3'',v to the p.'^es-
ident. Her (hities in that role
are many and varied, even to-
■-iclpir" Dr. Faustus c'lase down
a 9*r-'v nickel, v.hich he has
t’-.-pnt-' rptn t!ie flof)r. The
role of Dr. Fauftus is pepped ud
c'nsiderably following a visit
from some cld c.ollege cronies
of his, who proceeded to get the
good president into more than
one kind of hot water.
Some of the same tunes that have thrilled patrons of New York night centers form the musi
cal background for Elon’s musical extravaganza of 1951, and a real, honest-to-goodness orchestra
makes the music that is designed to keep “Hallelujah” moving at a high-stepping pace: Nash
Parker, the student author and director had to go out and search the highways and by-ways, but he
came up with a twelve-piece band that’s hard to beat. His band is shown above, complete with
brass and wood-wind sections, andwith a piano and a big bass fiddle to complete the picture. Don’t
miss it. for **it’s a good 'un.** >
farmer
in the dell
By
HARRY FARMER
Well, folks, the old rag is about to
wind up another year of hustle and bus
tle. As the time for the dreaded exami
nations draws nearer and nearer, thingr.
become more and more frantic. AU the
things you have put off with a promise
come rushing back all at once, and yoti'
find yourself in somewhat of a TIZZY.
And on top of all this, the new spring
air lends energy to you professors, who
have been coasting drowsily along all
quarter, and they decide that they haven’t
taught you enough , or covered enough
material for their course.
“I see, students,” he says with a twinge
of remorse, “That we aren’t going to fin
ish all the things I planned to get around
to, so, in order to supplement our class
v.’ork, I’ll have to ask you to hand in a
twenty-page, typewritten outline of “The
Federal Union.”
“Now, don’t get upset,” he says, “It
cloesn't have to be in until next Monday."
And with that he dismisses the class and
hits for the local fishing hole to spenJ
the afternoon, chuckling quietly to him
self. What can you do? It’s either work
or join, and you aren’t very organization-
minded these days.
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Well, like I say, the old year is almost
ever, and it won’t be long before we’ll be
forgetting grudges, wishing everybody a
good summer, and smearing ink all over
one another’s annuals. Then there will
be the mad scramble for rides home. Of
course, there won’t be enough rides, and
some of us will be left to curse and hitch
hike; but that’s the way it goes, and we
really donj mind anyway.
So then, we get home and loaf for a
week or so before the parents get used
to us again. Then, one morning at break
fast, your fathei; suggests that you go out
and earn some money to see you through
the next year of school, and immediately
the wonderful summer is overcast by the
drab aspect of a job.
You manage to cling to your freedom
for a week or two by pretending that jobs
are scarce, always, saying, “Gee, dad, 1
just can't seem to find one.” Then he
comes in one evening and announces
proudly that he has talked to So-and-So
r.nd that he has agreed to take you on
for the summer. You try to act enthusi
astic about it, but you are really crossing
out in your mind all the parties and excur
sions you had planned for the future
cates this summer.
The summer drags on and on, and
every day you find yourself considering
the army more seriously. Finally, you
resort to thinking about the good times
j'ou had at school last year, and you drop
a line to one of your close friends. You
see, you have been away from home for
a couple of years now, and you have drop
ped out of circulation. The people who
used to be your closest friends are not
interested in the same things that you
aie, and the ones who are still interested
are married. Of course, it takes a while
for you to realize exactly why you aren’t
having as much fun as you’d counted on.
and by then the summer is almost over.
Finally, you quit your job and get ready
to return to school. The trunk is mailed
ahead, so that it will be there when you
arrive, 'i’ou sit around the last few days,
just waiting for the time to go, and then
you leave a day early, so that you can be
with the fellas soon enough to have some
fun before the task of registration.
Yup! That’s the way she goes! Jf
you don’t believe it, watch yourself go
through the cycle this summer.
Me? I’m going to summer school. Si-e
ya !