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Page Two THE GUILFORDIAN Published semi-monthly by the students of Guilford College dur ing the school year except during examinations and holiday periods. Member North Carolina Collegiate l'ress Association Editor-in-Chief Milton Anderson Associate Editor Charlotte Parker Managing Editor Flora Huffman Assistant Managing Editor Thomas Ashcraft Business Manager .. Thomas MeKniglit Assistant Business Manager Frank Poole Circulating Managers Win. Vanhoy, J. W. Edgerton SPECIAL EDITORS J'ealnrc Editors Tom Taylor, Philip ICelsey Sports Editors Ken Morris, Meric Woodward REPORTERS Richard Blnford, Mary I'riscilla Blouch, Dorothy Chappell, Thorn ton Conrow, Eleanor Cale, Bernard Foster, Audrey Gardham, Mary Jane Gibbons, Barbara Hamlin, Charles Hendricks, Itufh Hopkins, Greig Ritchie, James Parker, Alice Swiek, Pete Moore, Shirley Mess ner, and Clarence Woolston. FACULTY ADVISERS Dorothy Gilbert Robert Marshall Samray Smith Address all communications to THE GUILFORDIAN Guilford College, N. C. Subscription price SI.OO per year Entered at the post office in Guilford College as second class matter Food for Thought In the interests of scientific investigation, we'd like to know if the orgatron can play anything but hymns. The "rotating" seating arrangement at Founders' has gained con siderable popularity this year. In the light of our oft-expressed opinions concerning the merit (or demerits, rather) of compulsion, we thik that's quite interesting. "... the affair at Geneva is not a League of Nations at all, but only a so-far unsuccessful attempt to coax Europe to form one ..." G. B. SHAW. We Regret . . . Few students realize the vast progress, social as well as physical, that Guilford has made in the past few years. In the past, we our-1 selves have made the mistake of regarding only the long road ahead, without considering the speed at which we were traveling. We still believe that there is room for considerable advance; but we hereby abandon, as unnecessary as well as futile, our past attempts to force the pace. We are satisfied that the present administration will keep things moving as rapidly as circumstances will permit. Attention, Freshmen! Chapel seats have been assigned. Now that you've started going to "convocation," don't fail to notice the select group which occupies the front center block of seats — the dignified seniors. Their quiet air of distinction, and the light of great knowledge and intelligence which shines from their limpid brown eyes, marks them as things apart; and so proud are they of that fact that they have carefully arranged things so that others will have plenty of opportunity to observe and marvel at them. When the bell for third period rings, don't make the mistake of getting up and leaving the auditorium at once, even if the speaker has finished. Any one who does that, we are told, is "lacking in courtesy, consideration, and common sense"—and only seniors can accomplish it with impunity. Wait, instead, and watch the mighty trample down the aisles; for such is their dignified prerogative. You may console yourself, perhaps, by reflecting that some day you too may attain dignity. But for your sake we hope not. "United, We Stand .. Returning students this fall have been very much impressed by a number of new things on campus—roads, tennis-courts-to-be, the orga tron, etc. Perhaps most significant of all this year's innovations, though, has passed relatively unnoticed. We refer to the newly-formed Co operative Council. Organized as a purely deliberative body, the group includes most of those on campus who are empowered to act; and unless the council fails miserably, it should serve greatly to improve the brand of student administration cooperation essential to progress. For practical purposes, it was necessary to limit the size of the organization; but the intention was not to limit the field as far as con troversial opinions are concerned. If you've anything on your mind, take it around to the nearest member (a membership list appears else where in these pages) and let him bring it up for you. THE GUILFORDIAN SECOND-CLASS MATTER We herewith, and without apology, present l lie obserrnt ions ami medita tions of the Ilolibs Sisters. In our own brilliant fashion, we will give you closeups and long shots of people and things. We hope you like them. Be that as it may, we expect to enjoy ourselves and be forever true to our motto: "All the News We Dare to I'rint." It is reported that one of the Fouu derettes is excited over an unconfirmed rumor to the effect that Coach Block Smith sometimes swears. Don't ask us. If lie doesn't, he will. We are interested to hear that a freshman who shall be nameless (It's an idea, at that) was successful in per suading the dean to let him go to the store. We have always approved the good dean's liberal theories, but . . . We gather that after 10, these many years, Kipling has at last come Into bis own among the men of Cox. Two Sabbath mornings have found a num ber of them mumbling, "And the things that you learn from the yellow and black will help you a lot with tlie white." All-men! All-men 1 Ali-inen! Cocktay Hoy Yite Kitty, Bim, Biin, YEAH, TEAM! A football game, dating beginning at Mary Iloblis, and the W. A. A. spon soring a dance there. Ob, boy, what a day this is going to be for the making of heroes. We understand that the parents of Freshman Claypoole have just won a prize from the Ford company for sug gesting the best advertising Slogan of tbe month, to-wit: "lie Won't Be Home sick With a V-8." "Tlie Library," says page eleven of the Catalogue, "erected in I'.llll with tbe aid of a donation by Andrew Car negie, is modern in its appointments." All right then. It ought to be opened on Sundays. J. C. reports that the laundry has gotten some new help since last year, lie got a shirt back with a button on it. This column will from time to time take upon itself the task of educating the faculty as well as the students. We begin by suggesting Matthew 24, 34 (Tbe Bible, dears.) as required reading for N. Era Lasley. In answer to numerous requests from admiring freshmen, we herewith make public for the lirst time our technique for successful date conversation. LESSON ONE 1. Begin with "Did you know?" 2. Drift to campus gossip. it. Come around to "What is life all about anyhow?" 4. Then what Adam and Eve said to each other. LESSON Two (For Men Only) You may ring that fatal bell outside the Kegal Sanctum Sanctorum once out of curiosity, twice out of decency, but the third time you will automati cally raise the price of Coca-Cola from a nickel to a dime. With a little patience we can get a line on this Marshall fellow, who is tackling a dlliicult job in attempting to fill the beloved old Oxfords left by Professor Furnas. We say lie's good. So you think this being a social science major in an Era of Transition is tough, huh? Well, you asked for it. That's wliat comes of learning to read. We'll see you In the library. th r II List! the winds are humming. Thru the pines are coming Echoing wisps of sound Born long ago. And they surround Me here where I rest On soft sweet needles. Our nest Is still here. It's still warm From the imprint of our forms Warm and seething. With memories all breathing. Fragrant memories O, my love, that my heart receives And treasures with a tired sigh. I'm waiting here . . . but bye and bye i shall go again ... I always do. For you won't come . . not you . . . You're dead. Aye, the winds are humming again As they always did when In hushed weather We LIVED together Sweet twilight hushed with holiness For us . . . who loved the shadowy loneliness. Wherever you are Look with me far Into centuries of saffron skies. Look with me where lies That winking star we knew. That lovely cosmic thing that drew Our gazes . . . ever and ever I'p. That made for us a mystic tether. Strangely honored were we Listening to the winds thru tills pine tree. Xot long . . . O, not long and I'll come To you. Js'ot long and I'll be dumb and dead. Since you've gone, there's been a change. Things are different. It's not strange. O, tlie winds are bumming still But their notes are pregnant with chill To my broken soul now. And even the limbs of our pine bow In misery for me . . . And what should be. At dusk, softly . . . softly, the winds Sob and perish. Their wings pinned Close . . . close with woe. And into the sea they go. We'll come . . . the winds and the pines and I, We'll come with our star from the staffrou sky. There's nothing for us . . . here. Without you all is forlorn, drear. Soon we'll come . . . but now I must go as 1 always do. For you won't come . . . not you . . . You're dead Earth had been asleep for years, But one day yawned and woke — "Where is he that made me so And bade me 'round and 'round to go And run on schedule time? "God, he said his name was, Head of all that exists, lie said he'd drop around again To see his foolish job called men— (Except lie thought them rather line.) "Years ago 1 suppose he saw That he'd made a bad mistake, Saw his hopes succeeding ill, Thought he'd make the world stand still And stop this useless plan. "Well, perhaps he was very busy, Or tired and went to sleep— But lie's forgotten about this little, He's forgotten about the human race— Gives no thought to man. "I'm sorry his aims all went astray, His plans all went tbe opposite way, I'm sorry that men could not suffice — For he seemed awfully nice; He'd made another place— So beautifully unreal to seem It wa.s just a gigantic, idle dream. Heaven, I think be called it; Men used to laud it— Even now some do. —Too bad he's forgotten about it, too." Ocfobcr 2, 1937 Welcome! The lost is found. Tho Guilfordian's Inquiring Reporter, while looking for a soft pedal on the new organ, irrev erently referred to as the God Box, discovered the notes of what might have been the welcoming address to the Class of Forty-one. Fortunately, the Class of Forty-One was given a welcome durable enough to stand rough treatment, having worn until about October Ist. Its present threadbare condition, and the fact that our re porter failed to find the soft pedal he was looking for, prompts us to bring this cheery greeting to tho new class. "Ladies and gentlemen, wo welcome you to this make-believe world of ours, but we warn you nonetheless that it is a college campus, an artificial community, a cardboard world. You can more nearly mould it to your hearts' desires than you can that world of reality in which your parents livo and move and pay the bills. "During your sojourn here you will become acquainted with the techniques of Brotherly Love and tho Broader Life as propounded by Doctors Milner, Beittel, Haworth and their assistants thereat. I suggest that you take them seriously, for A's and B's are return ing to favor in certain circles. "Chaos is not so general here, for it is here that you are to prepare your selves for the future. Newspaper pho tographs of the contemporary Amer ican scene will give you a fair idea of what constitutes a future. There fore I suggest that all you able-bodied young men and women go out for football and boxing as a preparation for participation in that world of real ity from which you have come into voluntary retirement. "We welcome you into this company of those who seek the truth. We in troduce you to a hundred years of tra dition. Revero your opportunity! "Ladies and gentlemen, the first hun dred years are the hardest. Guilford College has passed her century mark and begins her second hundred yoars with you. The first hundred was hard. The second hundred looks pretty tough." T. T. Sweepings To gamble is human ; to win is divine. Fan dancer: a nudist with a cooling system. The collegia to distress signal—s.o.s. A girl's heart is like (lie moon: con tinually changing but it always has a man in it. Some people have no respect for ago unless it's bottled. Women live longer than men because paint is a better preservative. The old-fashioned woman darns her husband's socks; her daughter socks her darned husband. The world's greatest water power: a woman's tears. Willpower: The ability to eat one salted peanut. Flattery is soft soap and soap is 00 per cent lye. It's better to give than to lend and it costs about the same. Life is just a bowl of applesauce and men are the seeds that get In by mis take. Most men seem to be something God created between yawns. Maybe men are superior—you never see a man helplessly waiting for a woman to open a door for him. Eat, drink, and be merry— Tomorrow ye must diet. God made woman with a .sense of humor so she could love men instead of laugh at them. DOT CHAPPELL.
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