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Lynn Cashion
Matt Currtn
Kdwarrt Kr.i,!'
H. IMk;rd
i V)(>pcr Wiilkti
ll;ipp‘c W:l--i.n
I W,U;am
Luther N H>ul
By LYNN CASIIION
Kdltoi -in-Chict
.\ss()il,ile Kdltor
A'.sdcii'.e F.'lit'.i
I'taUiic Kil.tur
Alt F.'litor
Di'iimalit-i Kdilor
laff I’hotofiraphcr
Kaciilty Advisoi-
BI’SINLHS BOARD
Matt Currin liu!,mei.s Manager
I Uct=r n Wilson Ciiculalion Man.-icr
I'H O Kr‘: k I>! intint! Advisor
. rr . - :'inB cxsnplc of
. _ . the one in m>
Ln.igc i" ''"'0 never know
,p,.ct fi .m it. 1 have watched
: vinis to Ii-! jrc out iti - ch-ti-
1 ,e vet ti. it working con-
In fret, it ha^ done ’-ry li i'e
I tc!.k it for granted that -i
• ■ I d ;ur Iht " of heating
c out 1 am nov. to
,, .j if. r..jt r?3ily j-,-i nn oii.a-
cnt.
iJi;ck when 1! e wef l'.itr wat "ally raw^
y tor.k on th-. tn.ll • of a b(-r
ihf.'nated throughout the frosty
wlit to t
.1 all
ule, but I
slstently
work .i‘
' Lynn Cs-nion
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Aichie Morgan
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1 TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 26. 1952
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Ot'T or IHE PAST,
INTO THE PRE.SENT
“Man that is born of wurnan hath but a
short time to live, and is full of misery.
Ml- cometh up, and it cut down, like a
flower; he fleeth at it were a shadow,
and never contini^pth In one stay. In
the midst of life, we are in death." With
the ;^adinc of thise s-jUrnn wordt of
corr.mittal, tiie b.Jy of the late King of
Knghind. George VI, wss lowerid through
the damp stone floor of St. George's Chapel
In majestic Windsor Castle, high on a
stately hill and overlooking peaceful Wind-
fur in hngland.
The King ; dead, and people the world
ovi r biiwid Iheir hi":!* lAat Friday as the
burial MTMf ^ i. : .,n in nie hJatoric St,
V'r*s-re Gt. VI finds his final
ii btinK plate ..ind hi^ father and near
Gth . fci'-Ht monaichs such at the behead
ed ‘ h i.ler I ind Henry VIII. Queen Eliz-
abi th 11, center of hopes of a people who
glory in an t.irlier Elizabethan age, sprink
led rtd earth gn tlie naken, flag-draped
tiiinn !)f her iali.i-i a* t Was lowered
below.
In ! etrospict w r;m: i(!>d of the
Ki**t intangible power of George VI, or
in that manner i the Hii'.;h King—or
Qut ■ n, the power ol unity. The only real
power left to a British monarch it. a uni
fying forte welding together the Coni-
nion-.vealth and the dominions of Great
Britain, which cover more than onc fourlh
»f Hie i lot f .
l-f:-: :'ii t‘
. lev/* f :
■ii nt i'iii’.t'nl^y ‘
tiabi'iMt
! Hn; ;,in'l - n
of
- 'nal j. ; ■ :
r ‘,i ? lor oc-
rd nr.'ie si mourn-
> J 'ii.d.lions. Elev-
i;i" “4 climax-
irr.,,. .j .'.lourn-
r V ll , , , to
». ■ '■ , -e pa.^,
if e i' it.rin ■ intiittid
:u_t j! i le prM «uli all
’-s raid / . :id ti.iditiont
v.hon p. cr and pres-
0- vicn.
be:iind a crumb-
.. ' the . reatest
= Id ind i- nov. one of the
-old that a queen brings
hope ti> "he British peo-
tho reign of Victoria wat
chfx^i.tc 1 utd u> such qualities.
We can t help but wonder what Eliza-
l*eth 11 will leave bfhind uiien rf’e pa>.se.>
In -hat ihape wil we find the world then?
W'hicli will succeed—Com. !ini>m or Ue-
moeraci ?
The p-5iBp and pageantry of the patsing
of a Kmg : brought the wo.^ld an inter
lude in th, .,;-iib contemporary civilization
and the cries of war and destruction. We
have -s?n a t'rr.Tns I before -ur
very ey«3 like something out of a story
.tl] wuring that time. 1 slept und .
.lar.ktt- that it took three of
II, ; . ' ( ')«y> to pull the cover back in
Press Operator
run f.u^'ide and thaw out before class.
Of course, it was not really so bad lor
me physically, for the nightly pressure oi .
all that cover helped to straighten m1
pisture.
Ut the weather turn warm and that's
';**n my radiator really talks up. 1 re
member one night that was especially com
fortable—just like an evening in August
at the beach. Closing my eyes, I could lie
back in bed and feel the ocean spray cool
my face. I came to find later that it
wisn't my imagination, but that it was
genuine water splattering around my
body. Opening my eyes, I discovered
that "old faithless ' had suddenly become
industrious and was pouring the room
full of steam, so full in fact, that balls of
water had formed on the ceiling, causing
a form of monsoon humidity, which flood
ed the room like April showers. After that
incident. I used a war surplus rubber life
boat as a bed. I have always had a hor
ror of drowning!
Although my radiator has its faults. I
have found it to be very versatile. For
instance, whenever the hill billy programs
come over the air. I just turn off my
radio and li.sten to the soothing knocking
pf the radiator. Its favorite time is "cold
heart and empty pipes." Sometimes 1
even find the radiator's music equally as
lierve racking as Roy Acuff or the wise-
I cracks of Minnie Pearl. It is not quite so
' easy to quieten the radiator down, for I
I have to baby it by administering hot-water
bottles so it can stop jumping around to
keep warm.
My radiator has turned out to be an
excellent ice box and keeps meats perfect
ly. The Icicles also come in handy, for
I can keep drinks in my room all the
time instead of having to rush down tiie
.Mieet late at night before the Grill closes.
That radiator of mine also has a won
derful sense of humor. It delights in play
ing tricks on me. One of its /avorite
pranks is to let me get all tucked away
in bed, and then, when it knows that I
am asleep from my snoring, it throws off
more heat than six jet engines. That's
probably one reason why I'm so thin
the heat plus the cover is the same as an
incubator—I sweat it out! When it takes
or thofe devilish ideas. I spend the night
pushing the cover down, and then jerk
ing it up. No wonder that I have a cold
half the year, with all that fanning about.
We are forever having fusses and fights,
my radiator and I. .Sometimes I think
that 1 have been too harsh with it, but
then it acti so downright childish at time'-
e-pecially when I built a fire in the fire
place. Why. It gives me the cold shoulder
lor d..y.s at a time. Isn t that ju.-t Ijke a
young'n— getting jealous and pouting'.’
And then there are times when I hear
it struggling to draw a little steam up in
it.s pipes to wash away the rus), and I try
to help by knocking on its pipe.:. That's
when it really blow. up. It gets so mad
. that it shakes all over. It often jars the
whole room just for meanness. It knows
that \ibration makes me nei’vous
But. all in all, I can't complain about
my radiator too much, for we have grown
to be the best of friends through the
winter months, suffering together — me
vithnut heat, and it without steam.
book—*the beauty and pageantry of the
past.
Millions of loyal subjectv of the Mon
archy have turned their eyes toward the
new Queen for hcpc. and countless miUi-
ons of others in every and on the globe
have found their hearts crying "God
Save The Queen.' q
THE TEACHER, is shown in the above photo watching with me-
The mary accomplished OTgani':t£
ony of his fine al.iKty as
PROF. FLF.TCHER MOORE
t- uinu, if-" the WL.rk of one of >'is many students of organ
who '.c.c ione from Elon C Uege in recent years are living U
a teacher in his field.
Musician, Teacher, And Linguist...
By MATT CURRIN
Accomplished
ccs.sful teacher,
languages!
Such is Prof. Fletcher Moore,
chairman of the Department of
Music here at Elon College. H»
accomplishments in the first two
categories are well known and
recognized on the Elon campus,
but few persons on the campus
know that he is master of no
less than five languages in addi
tion to his native English tongue
—and one of those five languages
is the Arabic.
When asked to do a story on
this Elen alumnus and faculty
member, this reporter sought out
Professor Moore and requested an
nterview and information con
cerning his highly interesting ca
reer. With characteristic mod
esty, the music department head
declared that he was a victim ol
amnesia and that he could not re
call very much of his past life.
He was. of courv. just kidding
about that, but th'at is just illus
trative of the modesty and humil
ity of one of the most outstanding
and respected faculty members in
the recent history of Elon Col
lege. This reporter insisted, how
ever, that he seek to overcome
that amnesia and give a few
facts about his career.
where he majored in music, math- He was back at Elon, and the
,ematics and English. ;i;ion College Choir was making
musician, sue-1 seems to have been in music, final arangements for its annual
man of many that he found his real'rendition of "The Messiah” when
love, for during his junior year the news flashed across the world
he brought high honor to the col-1 that the Japanese had attacked
lege and himself by winning first jPearl Harbor, plunging the United
)lace in both piano and organ in States into war. This was follow-
:he South Atlantic District con
tests. At the close of his senior
'.ear he gave graduation recitals
ed by a call to service for Profes
sor Moore.
Knowing that the Elon man bad
ir both piano and organ, and mu-ja reading knowledge of the Arab-
sic lovers recall that both were ic, an accomplishment that is rare
rendered completely from mem-1 indeed among Americans, the
ory. ] United States Army called him to
After graduation from Elon he;^>w York for study in the Insti-]
Aent to New York for a year's Asiatic Culture, and there}
tudy at Columbia, where he re-
-eived his Master's Degree in mu-
^ic and also studied at the Julli-
,«d School of Music. Coming
back to his .Alma Mater to begin
his career as a college professor,
he spent several summers at Co
lumbia in advanced study.
Just as war clouds began to
gather over Western Europe and
tension mounted throughout the
his knowledge of Latin, French,
German and Italian also came in
handy.
After five months training in
Asiatic Cluture, and, with a pro-
motipn from private to corporal,
embarked for Europe, where he
served successively for four
months in London, twelve months
in North Africa and for a time
in Naples and Rome. He wasj
world due to Hitler's program for consultant for the Allied
German expansion. Professor
Headquarters during the German
Moore and five friends had plan
ned a trip to Europe for a year |Stirrender in North Italy.
of study, during which he him-! Meanwhile, after being pro-
-elf planned to make his concert'moted to sergeant and commission-
debut It was just one day be-' d as a second lieutenant, he was
fore the group was to sail from , j ,
New York that the State Depart-states
He final-1 inpnt admonished the group noti^°*^ ^ thirty-day leave, with orders
y surrendered and gave a brief; to make the trip due to the grav- ‘’‘‘Port for Pacific duty. The
^ot^"interestinTTn^lut2fu^^Leh ‘7 situation,;end of t^he war halted that.
Charles Fletcher Moore, to givejr^rtbreaTrir^t E^e'TsI
him his full name, was born and compensation for his frustrated'° “^P^^ment of Fine
reared in Burlington, where he I plans, Professor Moore went to '^'’'®' on the
'tiM makes his home Hp uac‘/-« i /- -
graduated from Burlin.t” l"gi Vi i T study since 1945 except for ad-
School and entered El'on C,..,. ■ "'orld-renowned Guy varced study
■: Maier.
at
California during
Columbia and
the summers.
PROF. FLETCHER MOORE. THE MLSlClTT^ "«"«
the Elon College Choir in one of its many programs'^ "h” to accompany
Choir, that he has become well known to many music lovers lo^uglortnr e^S^S.^
Tuesday, February 26, 1952
the
moving iinger
writes ^
By MATT CUKMN
A FABLE!
Our little story takes place centuries
ago in the now forgotten land of Ubber
Slavobiz, a little country of several bil
lion people (people is used in a very ii)>
cral sense), which was located equidistant
between the Belligerent Sea and the C;:.
nalta Ocean—both of which are now ir,
distinct, I think.
Our little story is centered around tht
episodes «f the great Standard-Bearer ol
the Royal Army of Ubber Slavobiz. To
clarify a few points, I wish to recall som-
of the history of this little country of sc,
eral billion people. It seems that tliere]
had been issued a decree from the Czatl
Harry I to the effect that all male inhab-i
itants of the nation were required toj
serve a short period of forty years in ttaj
service of the Royal Army.
Now our little Standard-Bearer of tlie)
Royal Army of Ubber Slavobiz, whom w(|
shall call S-BRAUS for short, has justj
reached the age of ten years which aiito-i
niatically made him eligible for the Royaij
Army since he had two legs and two arm'-
S-BRAUS was in the process of departinjl
from home (home also used in very lil).j
eral sense) and his wife and children-'
he had been married for two years.
we look into the one-room mansion, w(| I
see hanging over the fireplace a largij i
picture of Czar Harry 1 in one of his favJ I
orite poses, that of playing the Lute, anlj i
underneath his picture (which was is- I
CjUired by national law to hang in evei
room) was the inscription ' ICHS!
ECAEP EVOL,” which translated inti
very literal English reads "I Love Peace."
Now, S-BRAUS had already applied fi
the post of Standard-Bearer of the Royj
Army, because he didn’t want to cari;
a how and arrow, because he, like Czar
Harry I, didn’t believe in war or in figiil-
jng, an,d he had been told countless tins
by the officials of Ubber Slavobiz tli
they were really not killing, they wei
fighting for the causes on which tliei
nation was founded, and if they were
have world peace they must conquer t'»
w'hole world and FORCE all the inhabi
ants to adopt their form of governmei
called Msinunimoc.
So our hero, S-BRAUS, entered tlfe serf
vice and was immediately sent, flag aoij
all, to the front. S-BRAUS was very, ve^
pleased to be the Standard-Bearer of t
Royal Army because he did not have'
carry a bow and arrow, and if he liad tfe
flag of his great "peace loving ’ coun:
he did not have to fear being killed
the enemy because he was protected
the flag of his great country.
That night S-BRAUS slept well becsu'
he had no fear of being stabbed or killei
the next day on the battlefield, and besidf
the people of the adjoining nation we
really desirous of occupation, for th
wanted to get rid of their ruler and &
stroy their own government ... at lei
that s what he had been told.
The next day broke without a cloud
the sky, and the Royal Army mountc^JL
their black stallions with little S-BRAC
on a white stallion in the lead with
Rojal Standard raised high in the air. '
The day passed, and that night aftr:
fierce, bloody battles all day, we find nj
the camp of the soldier.s of Ubber Slavi-t;
bi? less than one-half of those w’ho
gone to battle, S-BRAUS w'as not thereK
but the forces of Ubber Slavobiz had juslE
sent a messenger to the Czar Harry 1 th
Ibey had been victorious, and the ClA
^vas happy.
When it was finally noticed that to •
Slandflrd was missing (no one carei|
whether little S-BRAUS was there or notil .
an expedition was immediately sent o»t|
0 look for the missing Standard of tli«|
great victors. And there on the bloodr)
JifcJd they found the Standard wavt^
victoriously in the calm breeze with
staff driven through the heart of littl'l
S-BRAUS.
The moral i.=: Don’t forget your bow sA
Prrcw', or Nsv
BARIANS.
TRUST THE BAB
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