Wednesday, February u, 1953
'TKGt. TWO
MAROON AND GOLD
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EDITORIAL BOARU
Matt Currln
Lynn Ca»hion
James Rhodes
Patsy Melton
Cocipcr Wallccr
Edltor-ln-Chlcf
As.iociatc Eiltor
. Assistant Editor
MiiJiic Kditor
Art Kdilor
Reuben Askew Staff Photographer
Luther N. Byrd Faculty Advisor
BUSINESS BOARD
Jamer Rhodes Business Manager
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Gary Scars Sports Editor
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RKPORTERS
Ronnie Black
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Carroll Hold
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Bobby Rogers
John Roberts
Lillian Trogdon
Wendell Trogdon
John Truitt
WF.DNF.SDAY, FF.BRUARV II. 1953
THE MAN OF VISION
Who is The Man of Vision? What is he?
Someone once wrote "When there is no
vision the people perish.” This is quite
true
The Man of Vision walks with both
fret planted firmly on the ground and
with eyes focused on something beyond
the stars. Me realizes the Eternal pur
posefulness of the universe and his place
In the sun.
Whittier once wrote, "When Faith is
lost, when honor dies, the man Is dead.”
Therefore, this Man of Vision is a man of
lumor. of integrity, of devotion. He has
faith In God. faith In man, and faith in
hinuclf. When faith is left out, doom takes
’ over.
It is esiential that our Man of Vision
stand up for what he believes to be
Right no matter who may disagree-^thls is
his duty. A person is worth nothing if
he does not stand for something. And
It is even worse when a person stands
for something and docs not have the
strength nor the will to maintain his posi
tion. Our very life and struggle for ex-
Istance depend on what our position Is
and how well we represent what we be
lieve.
The Man of Vision must practice what
be preaches every day of his life. There
l« no room for hypocrisy in the character-
I.stlc3 which mark the Man of Vision. Hypo
crisy is a grave sHn and one which is
practiced in abundance.
The Man Of Vision recognizes the funda
mental goodness in all mankind. He recog
nizes bodily limitations and spiritual etern
ity. The individual Is the acme of the
creative process. Moral law is the law of
God and human experience has demon
strated that it is as Irrevocable and im
mutable as natural law.
Therefore, the Man of Vision is a man
who is forgiving and understanding. He
is that one who Is in every sense of the
word a friend. He does not spread false
rumors or preach false doctrines.
The Man of Vision does not compro
mise. No, he does not compromise with
anyone and certainly not with himself.
Compromise Is ruled out by determina
tion and po.sitlveness. He who is sure of
his stand never compromises. He who
compromises sells his usefulness, his pur
posefulness and his own strength. There
can be no compromi.se with truth, no com
promise with right, no compromise with ■
purpose.
This, then, is the Man of Vision Have
you seen him around lately?—Currm.
cash
on the
spot
By LYNN CASIIION
The other night, after my usual hard
day's woik, 1 dragged my weary bones up
three flights of stairs to my humble abode
In North Doim. (That's the dorm with the
centiai ventilation at no extra charge.) As
customary. I iet:eated down the stairs
(three flights) for my cold ihower (they
might as well have only one faucet). Ru-
tuiningto my room, I donned my dressing
robe and settled back in my easy chair
with my favorite pipe foi half an hour of
turning to my room. 1 donned my dressing
seemed no time until the clock chimed
to announce the time in the wee hours . . .
long past my rgular time of retirement.
I returned the Rubyiat to Us resting
place in my library, blew out the lamp
and retired to my boudcii lor the night.
After adjusting the pillows anil counter
pane. 1 stretched on my feather mattress
and enjoyed a relaxing yawn tliat relieved
every muscle of my weary body, which
candidly hinted that the Sandman was on
the way. However, the blessing of sleep
was not to be mine, for my mind began to
wander, pondering over one thing and
another. 1 realized then that 1 was in for
another of those dreadful nights when
problems of the day refused to vacate the
mmd and leave it to the peace it so richly
deserves. After what teemed hours of
deep thought over campus affairs, bolh
domestic and foreign, I linally airived at
a state of complete exhaustion and then
slipped away into a light but refreshing
slumber.
After forty winks and as many vibrating
snores, 1 fell sudenly from the clouds of
sleep, and my now conscious mind sensed
a peculiar and unfamiliar scratching in
my sitting room. WJio was in my suite?
Curi(osity and suspense, nerve-rackingly
mmgled, dared my trembling anatomy into
the room whence came thg^ noise. With a
feeling that some weird beast might
pounce upon my unprotected being, I tum
bled nervously as i; tried to light the oil
lamp. My person tvas transfixed, pers
piring nervously, as .the illumination from
my match cast a fliiliering light that was
Jeflected i,n a pair of huge and glossy
eyes, staring at me from behind the drapes
at my window. To Jwhat beast did those
shining eyes belong?'
Suddenly the gleaming eyes disappeared,
and by this time t|je match had burned
down to my finger-tips and breathed its
last. I had to act q;{ickly, perhaps to pro
tect my very life, ljurriedly, I struck an
other match and lighted the lamp, which
threw a reassuring Ught throughout ‘the
room. My eyes glanced searchinglV info
e\ery nook and corner, trying to locus on
what might be my assassin. It was only
seconds Ull I located my foe. There it was
crouching beside the diyan, and 1 sum
moned all my courage and strength ' to
advance nearer, bravely thrusting the
divan aside so the light could replace the
shadows that enveloped the mysterious
creature.
To my surprise and delight, there was
my feared enemy crouching meekly, shiv
ering as though it were as frightened of
me as I had been of it .... a haimless baby
squirrel.
Having never encountered a squirrel at
such close range, being okept.cal of his
temperament and dubious of perscnal con
tact, I found a box suitable for use as a
trap. His gaze continued in an air of sus-
Picion as 1 made a quick jump and slap
ped the bot over him. Success was mine.
The baby squirrel was captured, and I
placed the box on my bureau and reUred
again to my sleeping chamber, highly
pleased at the succets of my trapping
venture.
No sooner had I reclined comfortably on
the bed once more than I heard the same
scratching break the stillnes of the night.
Lighting the lamp once more, I found
that the squirrel had gnawed his way to
freedom. This.Ume a towel was the means
of abduction, but the little rascal bobbed
his head from under the towel and de
liberately attempted to masticate my in
dex finger, and thLs convinced me that I
^hould sever relations promptly with my
little tormentor.
Indignantly, not to mention the pain in
the turn of events, I raised the window
end ejected the villain, and for the third
and final time I retired to battle hope
lessly with insomnia, assured of only one
fhmg . there’s something to that French
proverb . . . Laissez Fake!
Life In America And At ..» •
Elon Seen Through European Eyes
Further, the girls over here do
By LUUK GROOT j
(EDITOR’S NOTE; This is the
second of a series of articles by
an Elon exchange student from
Holland.)
When I arrived on the Elon
campus as one of the Fuilbright
exchange students, 1 had to ad
just myself to a great many things.
The meals weie one thing. At
home they are rather different.
The basis of our breakfast is
bread, converted into a sort ot
open-faced sandwich, known as a
"boteiham.” On the bread goes
first the butter, which is mostly
maigerine, and the cheese, jam,
peanut butter or other things of
that kind. It is eaten, not as a
sandwich, but with knife and fork.
There is no fruit juice on the
table, but we usually drink tea,
sometimes with a little milk in it.
On Sunday there will be an
egg, because they are too ex
pensive for everyday. At about 11
o’clock we have our mid-moniing
cup of coffee. Our coffee is pre
pared with a small amount of
concentrated coffee and a larger
amount of boiled milk. Actually
coffee waS the last thing that was
still rationed, but since January,
1952, it has been off coupons. We
are very pleased now with our cup
of coffee, although it is expensive.
I think it is something about be
ing imported and costing dollars
Lunch is another “boterham'
meal, solidly resting on a bread
foundation, acompanied by either
coffee or milk, and in the after
noon about 4 o’clock we have tea.
Dinner is the one hot meal of the
day, when there is a big quantity
of potatoes, vegetables, and only
once or twice a week we have
meat. There is no bread at all at
this meal. Later in the evening we
have another cup of coffee.
Table Manners Differ
We eat all the time with fork
and knife together and no hands
under the table. In the beginning,
while learning to eat as you do,
I chased my food all over the
plate with my fork, but finally I
got used to eating as you do. I
wonder what mother will say
when I come home, eating jn an
American way. Then I will have
to change manners again.
Another thing that struck me
were the many billboards every
where which spoil the beautiful
scenery, and the commercials on
the radio which don't add much
to the programs, if. I may say so.
In Holland,- as in most European
countries, we ■ pay each year a
little tax for the radio so we can
do without commercials.
We have four radio societies, all
'our in my home towji sharing the
facilities of the two transmitters.
Furthermore, we have another sta
tion on the short-wave band,
which broadcasts overseas. In
NO FLOOD NEWS
Luuk Groot, Elon student
from Holland, who is the author
of this articSe. had not at this
writing received any news from
her home as to whether the
storms and floods that harassed
the Netherlands last week had
done any damage at her home
town of Hilvers'jm.
Pi ess dispatches told of dikes
broken and large areas of Hol
land Hooded, with hundreds re
ported dead. However, the Elon
transfer student stated that
she believed that her home in
central Holland would be far
ei;oii.sh inland to escape the
ravaging floods.
most of the homes is a radio, but
not usually more than one. We
can also hear the programs of
all the ether European countries.
There are here in America far
more modern conveniences such
as television, washers, refriger
ators, radios and cars. I don’t
say that we don’t have them, but
not in such a large amount, and
you should realize that you should
De very grateful for those things
The cities I have seen thus far
do not seem to give as much at
tention as ours do to beautifica
tion, probably because America is
still a young country a^ building
with more attention to speed than
to beauty. Where most of our
houses are built of stone with a
roof of colored tiles, most of the
houses here are built of wood.
I had expected the homes here
to be more modernly furnishd in
this modern country, but I found
instead that Americans seem to
cherish antique things, simply be
cause they are a couple of hund
red years old and without notic
ing whether they are really beau
tiful. I hope you don’t mind that
I tell these things, perhaps 1 can’t
yet judge, and my opinion may be
wrong.
Americans Are Friendly
The people I have met thus far
are extrenjely nice and friendly.
In the beginning I could tell in
the least how old the girls were,
because they use already make-up
in the beginning - of high school
while we in Holland begin this
mostly at the age of seventeen or
eighteen.
The girls in the South are rather
much different from those in the
North, especially on account ol
sports, of which most of the girls
are not very fond. The sports
which are popular at home are
field hockey, rowing, skating,
tennis, volley ball, soccer, swim
ming, sailing, soft ball, ping pong
and others. When you are used
to doing those things almost every
day, you miss it an awful lot.
more smoking, perhaps because
it cost less than at home. In Hoi
land cigarettes cost 75 cents pei
pack, but the imported American
and British cigarettes are at least
twice as much
The English language was not
hard for me to learn, perhaps be
cause the American influence is
so great in Western Europe. 1
found French and German much
harder than English, but when I
came down South I really could
not understand the southern
drawl, but now I don’t notice it
anymore, and maybe I even
speak to you all with a southern
drawl myself.
Schools Are Different
The school system in Holland if
quite different from the Ameri
can system. Our elementary school
last six years, and the children go
to school when they are six. Then
you choose your high school,
which last four or six years. The
six-year schools compare with
something like your high school
and junior College together. I
went to a school like that.
You have to take all the courses
that are given, but you can define
in a way the kind of study you
want to do when you choose your
school, because each school of
fers different courses. In mj
school you could choose agair.
between two directions in your
fourth year, one direction offer
ing more languages and the other
more science and mathematics
My sister, for example, is in r
school where you choose twice
once among four directions in the
second year and again betweer
two directions in the fifth year
You specialize more the older
you get. Still, I think I prefer
more freedom in the choice 0
courses.
Almost all the schools are cc
educational, except a few girls
schools, and many are suportec
by the government.i After fin
ishing at one of these schools you
can enter one of the universities
Our university students never live
on campus. Instead, they live ir
boarding houses in town. Our uni
versity students, too, are devel
oped to a more mature level, mosi
of them not entering until thej
are already eighteen years old.
No Daily Assignments
No homework or exercises foi
every day are to be checked. The
professor gives a certain araoun;
of material to be studied, and il
is not obligatory to attend lec
tures. When you think you have
the material, the professor give:
you an examination, so it de
pends a great deal on you how
fast you advance.
One might say that American
colleges adapt themselves to the
level of the student, while ir
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A Liiie 0’ Type Or Two
-By PATSY MELTON
going
A. Nonnie Moose, sole outside
contributor to this column com
posed some sonnets and left
them in my typewriter. What
can 1 do but use them and say,
“Thanks. Now I won't have to
worry about my topic for this
week”
V.
Coming from infinity,
nowhere
A cosmic ray appears and goes
Upon its lonely journey. Ah,
there
Among the stars, the galaxies,
the universe—
What else? Heaven? Or Hell?
P.-radise or Purgatory—which
lair?
O Soul of Light! Does it de-
spair
That for time infinite it must
glow .
here, then there,,
everywhere,
now
Restless and ceaseless while
gods converse
On fate and chance Who can
tell
To what retreat it might re
pair?
0 weary, haunted, damned
soul.
What is thy rest? Where is thy
goal?
X.
1 know both life and what it
is to die.
And I know what it is to walk
with pain,
For you are gone, and only
thoughts remain.
You they sing and you they
magnify.
You they laugh and you I
only
And walk alone down some
dreary lane
To watch my life lie dying in
the rain
That falls from out the lighten-
ing-ravaged sky.
You are gone, and what is left
to me?
What is there when very life
fled?
For when you went, with you
went the whole
Of my existence—heart and
mind and soul.
Without you I must simply
cease to be,
To thus go dwell among the
truly dead.
XI.
0 my torment! And the wind
cries through the trees.
And chills my heart with its icy
breeze.
1 know not why.
Unless it is that I’m about to
die..
What song is this from the
stars and the moon
That calls to my heart of tears?
And soon
I must go, for love is past,
And I must needs find rest
at last.
Rest from love, torment of life
Murderer of the soul, herald
of strife.
And when I have gone, O do
not say,
“She loved and was loved to
her dying day.”
Better by far to leave me alone
In death as in life, when I am
gone.
the
moving finger
writes
By MATT CURKIN
The following letter was written bj an
Elon alumnus, William H. MatteSS, (o jj
Elon freshman who was seriously con
sidering leaving school to enlist in ths
Air Corps. Mr. Maness writes as one
who knows, for he was himself a clisting.
uished Navy flier in the Pacific Theatre
throughout World War II, and this letter
js published with hifc consent because
wc feel that it deserves the attention of
every thinking student. The letter follows:
“I am quite distressed to hear that you
are considering abandoning a civilian edu
cation in favor of a military experiment
(because that is what it is), but 1 fully
understand the patriotic and eccnomic
considerations that prompted you to mate
'that decision. I’ve travelled the sauj
road myself and experienced those same
impulses, tut fortunately for me they
came after I had completed my four years
of college education.
Now, if you will, sit down and reason
with me along these lines. In the world in
v/hich we live today we have come to
place achievement and success on a level
with and in terms of income and economic
gain. You are ambitious, young, energetic
and smart, and yet yoU are e.xperiencing
a feeling of frustration because, with all c
these abilities, you canot measure up to
achievement and success on the false
standards in the world about you.
No doubt you would like to be economic
ally independent and free from the neces
sity of calling on your family for money.
Therefore, you are grasping for qjick
independence, a short cut to apparent suc
cess by our false standards, which can be
temporarily achieved in the present worli
crisis, when attention is focused on naval
and military activities.
But you must see beyond Hie next two
to five years in order to set your life 1
a course that will take you to lastii
achievement an cl success, whatever the
crisis may be.
You know a little about building. 'Vou'vc
seen them lay the foundations of houses
cut here in our neighborhood, and the
usual foundation is concrete, four to sii
inches thick and eighteen to twenty inclies
wide. That is enough foundation for a one-
story house, but in our lives we seek to
bui/.d more than oue-story houses. We
must lay a foundation for a skyscraper,
because that is the potential that yoa
have in you if you lay the proper foun
dation.
If you have ever watched the building
of a skyscraper, you have observed that
before the building begins to go up above
the level of the ground and towards the
sky, the engineers spend weeks and
months going down into the giound in
the unspectacular job of finding a lirm
foundation of bed rock on which to begin.
Oh sure, the people in the street do not
measure the achievement of the engi
neers and the contractors until they t)e-
gin to see the building rise above tlie
ground, but such a building could
stand if it were not for the foundation in
bed rock.
What I’m trying to say to you is tiat
a four-year college education is tiie bed
rock on which any lasting achievement
and success must be built. These fo®
years are the times when you are
down in order to lay a foundation upon
whiich you can build sucess. By and
large, its routine is unspectacular
frustrating at times, but it can be fun
exciting too when it is viewed as an
gineering problem.
In the world in which we live today **
cannot build a lasting success without the
foundation of a college education. One ^
i1he principal critici|j'>ms that has
directed towards a college education is
that when a person gets out he is
fied in general but not qualified for W
specific thing. That is what makes the
A:r Force appeal to you so much n®*'
because you can see quick achievement
and quick success, but without that basic
A-B. degree your success will be
lived, and in terms of years as you gw*
older you will reach a point beyond
you will find it difficult or impossible M
so-
There may come a time when you
be forced to abandon you college educS"
tion, but the further you go before y®®
are called to serve your country, the b«t'
ter chance you will have to get at
your A.B. degree before answering
call.
(Continued on Page FoUl)