Wednesday, February u, 1953 'TKGt. TWO MAROON AND GOLD Maroon And Gold Edited and printed by itudent* of Eon College. Published bl-wtiUy during the college ye«r under the auspice* 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. DfUvered by mail, $1.50 the college year, 50c the quarter. 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 Joe Branljloy . Circul.ition Manager Lynn Cashlon Press Operator SPORTS STAFF Gary Scars Sports Editor Mike Rauseo Axst. Sports Editor Don Merrimon Sports Assistant RKPORTERS Ronnie Black Doris Chrismon David Crowle Ervin Durham Cietus Peacock Carroll Hold Bill Rcnn 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 (Continued on Page Four) 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)

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