Wednesday. January 30, 1952
PAGE TWO
Mfiroon arid Gold
Edited and printed by students of Elon
College. Published bi-weekly during the
college ye.r under the auspices of the
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editorial BOAnO
Lynn C.shlon Editor-ln-Chlef
Malt Currin Associate Editor
Edward EnBles Associae E-Jitor
J B. Pickard
cooper walker Art E.litor
Ilapp'e Wll-wn Dramatics Editor
William Burke Staff Photographer
l.uthcr N Byrd Faculty Advisor
business board
Matt Currin Business Manager
Roger B Wilson Circulation Manager
B (; Frick Printing Advisor
Edward Engles Prc»‘ Operator
SPORTS STAFF
Joe Spivey F.dltor
George Etheridge Sports Assistant
Sophia White SporU Assistant
REPORTERS
Evelyn Booth Sue Ireland
Joe Brankicy Dick Levine
Rosamond Bromley Rachel Matthews
Jimmie Cole Archie Morgan
Nelvin Cooper Sarah Murr
Hank DeSimone Bob Nicmyer
Reita Durham ®ob Reece
Harry Farmer Charles Russell
Larry C.aither Wc-»onah Taylor
Pat Gates Nancy Vaughan
Mary Jo Johnson Joan Wickman
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY l(i, 1B52
WHEN FAITH IS LOST
John Greeniief Whittier once wrote
•'When faith is lost, when honor dies, the
Man Is dead.”
In our contemporary society only too
often Man is tempted to become discour
aged and disheartened, and when this oc
curs, life Itielf is hanging in the balance
We pick up our newspapers and read yel
low Journalism, we turn on our dadios and
hear news from around the world. We
become discouraged. Why? Only too of
ten the bad news is given to us, and the
good news is overlooked in catering man's
taste for blood and tears. This happens
every hour, and many of us are tickled
into believing that conditions are worse
today than ever before in the history of
the world.
If we look under this dark surface, we
find that there are many gocd things left
In our civilization. We may be surprised
to fmd that the people of the Homan and
Greek Empires felt that it was all over
with the crumbling of their respective Em
pties We know that the Barbarian Horde
thieatened to crush civilization, but it
didn’t.
And even more recently, the dark days
of the Second World conflagration were
brightened into victory for the Allied
forces all over the globe. Then the old
cycle began again: A dark and ominous
cloud hangs over the Easter horizon, which
has been called the greatest threat to the
Christian World since the beginning of
modern history. We met the aggressor
once, and we can do it again. We must
not loose faith In our ability to deal with
the Communists. We can do it. and vve
shall do it.
Many of us expect the Communists to
strike America through direct aggression,
but the fact that we have overlooked is
that the Communists have already struck
deep within the heart of America through
lt.« dreadest Fifth Column, which we heard
so much about several years ago. but
which we have strangely forgotten since
then
There Is within a few miles of Elon Col
lege at Chapel HiJI an active Communist
Party, which recently sent some of the
members of the Elon College student body
a copy of their propagandist publicaticn.
We all laughed at it and dismissed it with
a shrug of our shoulders: but there are
l>eople who might be influenced by such
literature.
We must not loose faith in our ability,
or. more important, in ountelves. We must
promulgate the princ.ples tn which this
nation was founded, and we must In
dividually live up ot those high principles.
‘ When faith is lost, when honor dle5, the
Man U dead "
~M C.
M A R 0 ON AND GOLD
IT’S A LONG WAY, EVEN ON THE MAP
cash
on the
spot
By EYNN CASHION
I ve always been a great athlcto-at
tioart, and we athletes always get a bang
cut of reminiscing over our exploits in the
I (‘aim of sports.
Did you notice that I said a BANG.
As a matter of fact, 1 have been reminiE-
cing today, and those mental flashbacks
have BANGED me so hard that I’m sore
in tveiy bone and muscle at the very
tliought. Stick witr. me, fans, and you li
know why:
“D«n’t Give Up The Ship”
Somehow, those words of the immortal
Perry at Lake Erie flashed through my
mind in the midst of one of my great
eiuestrian exploits.
One afternoon last year I donned my
riding habit, took my daily dose of ner
vine, and ventured forth to the Alamance
Riding Club. Upon arriving, (assuming
an air cf experience) 1 boldly ordered a
five-Raited gelding and was led to the
stable where the fiery steed lurked. 1
mounted and, with renewed vigor, rode
into the yard.
Two lashes of my quirt, and we weie
off like a shot. Through the woods and
over the dale, jumping fences and dodg
ing branches, the stallion flew faster and
faster. 1 called and screamed "mush.”
but the mongrel wouldn’t stop. Desper
ately, I tried to remember how to oper
ate the double bit, which I presumed to
work on the principle of the emergency
brake. Suddenly, I felt mj-self drop
rudely against the saddle. The stirrups
had snapped from the saddle under the
pressure of my weight. In a fit of fright, I
lost hold of the reins and grabbed the
horse by the neck.
There I was, holding my ground with
bulldog tenacity, and Admiral Perry never
stuck more firmly to the deck of his ship
than I clung to the plunging deck of that
English saddle. It was under these con
ditions that I became aware of my bear
ings, for 1 had just seen a sign fly by
which read “$50 FINE FOR RIDING ON
GOLF COURSE." By Jove, 1 realized
then why someone kept yelling “four.”
To throw the golf club attendants off
the trail, I made a mad jump (I vow I
wasn't thrown) from the horse’s back, and
with a three-point slide found myself
clutching the whip in one hand and a
horse-shoe in the other. In a daze. I
picked up the remains of my habit and,
hiking homeward, journeyed by the Bu
reau of Missing Animals to report the
beast's disappearance.
"If At First You Don’t Succeed, Try,
Try Again!”
Barred from the riding academy, I
.sought a sport that would be more con
fining (geographically, that is!). Inspired,
by a movie short, entitled "Mr. America,”
I turned to that discouraging sport called
“weight lifting.”
Dressed appropriately for the sport. I
rushed timidly to the gym, ready to enter
into the conflict of the elements. With
bulging muscles (?), I battled with strange
instruments called bar-bells. Never hav
ing had experience with anything other
than doorbells. 1 realized that this was a
rase for mind-over mattpr, and I wondered
if the gjm attendant was getting personal
when he said something about dumb-bells.
Stretching my legs to a 90-degree angle,
stooping and summoning all my reserve
strength, I jerked the 150-pound bar-bell
into a position over my head. (That’s not
nil that 1 jerked!) Staggering there under
that 'heavy, heavy over my head," 1 fell
o\er backward to the floor with a bang,
.>ipraining my back and knocking loose two
floor boards. 1 withdrew from the 1955
Mr. America Contest.
4 4 « • «
“Hope sprints Eternal In the Human
Breast”
A staunch believer in the old saying that
■’the hand is quicker than the eye,” I en
tertained the though of ping-pong, but,
since hearing of Hank DeSimone s ankle
injury in that rude sport, I have set aside
any auch intentions. U.nless Coach 'Doe '
Mathis can find time for a few bouts of
wrestling, it appears that I shall have to
postpone my physical development pro-
gr«m and join my fans in cheering far
dear old l:lon.
of
cabbages
and kings
By £D ENGLES
HOGG’S FOLLry
Or
GEORGIA REVISITED
By OGDEN SHRDLU
Well, Hollywood has done it again, yes it
has, and gone and turned out a picture-;: '
that not only would I not recomn-.enii' i
to my friends, family, relatives, or in- ;
laws, but not even to the neighbor's; 1
dog.
■ t
St^IHoger Phelps, brothers and fellow members of the Elon College student body ^in-
Robert and P ■ separates them from their home. Rob-
Jn ne"°;:il I (nght) indreates on the same map the locaaon of
their home* at isoila’’anai > them India.
Across The W orld To College.
By MATT CURRIN
There are at least two students; Hobert, a f.eshman
on the Elon CcTlcge campus, Reg-;not chosen a major f‘«ld yet, and,
?nd is undecided "as to a vocation; students in the school now, and
er and Robert Phelps, who can t ^
very well go home lor weekends,
for their home is in Kodialu.nal,
.-iouth India.
Both Roger and Bob were bcrn
ir Kodaikanal, where their father
is the principal of the Kodaikanal
School. Roger was born on Au
gust 27, 19i:2, shortly after his
parents airivt-d in Soutii jnd^a.
.nnd Robert was bom two years
later on July 31st.
The Phelps family has lived in
India since 1932, interrupted by
several extended visits to the
United States during the ensuing
years. Roger and Robert studied
in the United States and attend
ed public schools in Washington,
California, and Boston from 1944
until 1946.
Roger came to America a year
ahead of his parents in 1950 and
spent the summer at the home of
his sister at Fort Smith, Ark,,
which has become their “home
base” and then on to Elon Col
lege for the opening ol school in
the fall cf 1950.
When asked why he had chosen
like Roger, he too is undecided
as to a career.
The town of Kodaikanal, in
which Roger and Robert were
born, reared, and educated is very,Church
the school is run by seven coop
erative missions. Their father is
under the American Board of
Congregational Christian Church
es in Boston, and he is a member
of the Congregational Christian
cliUerent from the rest of India.
Robert who entered the fresh-
Kodaikanal has very little to do
with the outside world. The school
is the only important thing there,
and the school is primarily a
school for the sons and daugh
ters cf missionaries and business
men who are living in Asia. There
fore, the town is not typical ol
India at all.
The school itself is much like
any American secondary school,
and the curriculum likewise is
They e.xplained that it is almost inian class at Elon this fall, says
like another section altogether, that India is a country in which
almost anything can happen at
any time. Communism is grow
ing, but he does not feel that it -is
yet much of a threat. "The people
are very nationalistic, and they
are easily excited, which ac
counts for the prevalence of riot
ing. The majority of the Indians
•re very illiterate, and they don't
know much about their govern
ment and seem to care less.
In comparing the Indian way
much the same. The majority | of life with the American system,
of the teachers are American,! Roger and Robert agree that
even though the school nurse is j there is quite a vast difference,
from Austria, the school doctor (For instance over 70 per cent of
i? from Germany, one of the lan
guage teachers is from Ccehoslo-
vakia, the music department is
Italian, and several of the tcach-
ers are irom India,
The students themselves are also
Elon, Roger replied, "While we I cosmopolitan. Some of them are
were in the States in 1946. we
met Doris White, an Elon student.
the children of missionaries from
scattered parts of the world, oth-
in Boston and she told us ali|€rs are children of American and
about Elon and recommended it i English busienssmen, and some
very highly. Several years later |children come from as far as
when 1 was trying to make the | Arabia. Burma, Celon and count-
decision as to which school to at-'less other localities. Of course.
tend in America I remembered
what Doris had said about Elon
the people of India are farmers,
and the average farmer has in
kis possession a loin cloth, wooden
plow, and two oxen.
European ideas and customs are
beginning to change India to some
extent. However, the dress of
the common man is much like his
ancestors. The more educated
m^ are adopting the English sa-
torial customs, but the women
are still retaining the old dress
All in all, Roger and Robert
Phelps feel that their life in India
was wcnderful, but both of them
pomt out that, while tliey desire
to return to India for visits from
the children from India are per
mitted to attend the school too,
and decided that Elon had what ,but the majority of them prefer
1 wanted, I particularly wanted the English curriculum, for many time to time, they do not want
to attend a small college, and a'of them plan to continue their to Hve there. Both boys are
denominational school appealed; studies in English colleges and happy at Elon College and are
J"®' , universities, very glad that they decided to
Roger IS majoring in history There are about two hundred' studv here.
HERE S THE SPOT THAT’S HOME TO ELO^ BROTHERS
m
The beautiful and picturesque rcere r.bove shows tho k.
two brothers who have come all the way across the world toToi^t^°*’\'^
.rtere,s^:ng ,s the picture cf the little Indian boy, as‘ride bac' of h
wading water so deep as to hide most of its body, which is
The name of the picture luckily escapes] ‘
me just now, but I think it was some-i
thing like "Kiss and Shrivel," or "Thel ^
Five Little Peppers in Bellevue,” and a *
was produced by Hollywood’s fearles^l ‘
and obese young producer, Krudd E.] ‘
Hogg. '
I am happy to be able to say that I didn't ,
get to see the picture, but I did manage] ^
to be around when the people started|
coming out, j
And it occured to me that if chagrin liail| g
an odor, and if the wind had been blow-| t
ing toward Hollywood, it would have^ j
curled Mr. Hogg’s snout. ’’ x
For the moral of the picture seemed to be|
this: 3
If you are a beast or a harpy ar.d are inj ^
danger of having to share your husband’s| '
kiss, ' ^
The thing to do is buy a ten cent book fc: t
a dollar which tells you how to i;
make up, contract your belly, do yom|
hair in a bob. ^
And go right on being a slob. j
No, Mr. Hogg, you may be fearless r j
fat,
But I’m afraid you are going to have lo|
do better than that. •
Until you get around to producing a pic ^
ture that contains at least one idea. ^
Your audience will never include mea. j
And speaking of ideas, Mr. Hogg, I hav> v
a cute one. ^
That will fill the theatres with appreciati. ’
audiences all the way from the Wt
Coast to Route One. j
The lead in this picture will have to fc t
played by someone who can look cast;
and oriental, like Don Ameche,
For he is the son of a naturalized Jap: I
nese plumber named Obeche. '
Now, Obeche’s son, being a natural be: j
American, just cannot bear the indii j
criminate mingling of multicolored racc?
So he moves to Georgia, where peop^ 1
attach more importance to their felL '
citizens’ ancestry, and the color of the '
faces. ‘
Having an I. Q. of about 27, he natura' ) ,
becomes a politician and runs for gov
ernor of the state.
And of course he wins, being the n"';
capable candidate.
So he buys a pair of red suspender?
shines his shoes and faces the pre
photographers without flinching.
Then votes himself an expense account i-
that he can travel around the countrj’l
side and give the joint a little class ffij)
attenfling all the neighborhood lynchinf
Although mentally deficient,
He is, segregationally speaking, higlily|
proficient,
And it is only a matter of months befor(|
he has reduced the Human Relations!
Department to a state of quite hysteriij
Thereupon, satisfied, he retires to iii*|
vine covered cottage in the country anii|
rela.xes to the smell of sour mash aBd|
wisteria.
But here he makes a fatal mistake and|
turns on his television set to catch liis
Arthur Godfrey show,
And the shock of hearing a colored man's|
voice blend with that of a white rigMl
in his own living room makes him spewj
his grits out onto the rug lik esnow.
And he calls up Godfrey and complainSi
(and this is why the part has to be
played by Don Ameche),
And Godfrey just shrugs and says, "Vtell,
what can you expect from a son of that
plumber Obeche?”