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Published semi-monthly by the students of Guilford College dur
ing the school year except during examinations and holiday periods.
Member North Carolina Collegiate Press Association
Editor-in-Chief Milton Anderson
Assistant Editor Charlotte Parker
Managing Editor Thomas Ashcraft
Assistant Managing Editor Flora Huffman
Business Manager Thomas McKnight t
Assistant Business Manager Frank Poole ;
Circulating Managers Win. Yanlioy, J. W. Edgerton
Feature Editors Tom Taylor, Philip ICelsey
Sports Editors Ken Morris, Snag Hartley
Society Editor Mary Priscilla BloucJi
Exchange Editor Dorothy Cbappell
Proofreaders Kathleen Leslie, Mary Labberton
Richard lUnford, Thornton Conrow, Bernard Foster, Mary Jane
Gibbons, Barbara Hamlin. Charles Hendricks, Ruth Hopkins, Greig
Ritchie, James Parker, Alice Sxvick, Pete Moore, Shirley Messner,
Priscilla Palmer, Virginia Snow, Polly Morton, George Wilson, and
Dorothy Gilbert Robert Marshall Samray Smith
Address all communications to THE GUILFORDIAN
Guilford College, N. C.
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1937 Member 1938
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Food for Thought
This idea of escorts for the May Court is doing more than any other
single feature of the election to excite the interest of the men's student
body. Everybody wants the job of May King—for somebody else.
Modern mores state that the way of the aggressor is hard—but
Hitler doesn't believe it.
The ASU-sponsored Pilgrimage to Washington seems to have been a
failure—the papers hardly said a word about it.
"When Jackson mentions Jackson there's a good chapel program.
Take it Easy!
Next Monday there will be an election.
For the most part, it will he a popularity contest. People will vote
for their friends, and the best man will be the one with the wid/est
acquaintanceship. This must he true, for in it democratic election the
best man always wins.
Some people are unhappy about those facts. They wish that the
students would vote for issues instead of men, and get very excited
about it all.
We don't feelthat way. As things are at present, there are no
issues worth mentioning. Whoever gets elected will do just about what
his opponent would have done if the vote had gone the other way, or, if
he doesn't, it won't make much difference.
Issues might be invented. A short while ago, it was pointed out to
us that such an invention was a possibility, and we realize it to be true.
However, any serious drive on issues brings bitterness with it, if the
issues are any good at all. At present, whoever is elected remains the
friend of his unsuccessful rival, and vice versa. If the campus were
pretty thoroughly aroused over platforms each year, that wouldn't be
quite so true.
Four times in the past century the people of the United States have
been uniformly excited about issues. And the Mexican War, the Civil
War, the Spanish-American War, and American participation in the
World War were the results of those excitements.
The next edition of the OUH.FORDIAN will he the first since October
5, 1935, with which we have had no official connection. That is roughly
the same period of time as we have spent as a student at Guilford Col
lege, and the newspaper has heen from the first so closely linked with
our life on campus that it is difficult to separate the two in our memory
as w r e sit writing this backwarl look.
In the course of those three college years, we've done a great many
things that were enjoyable, some that were unpleasant, and a few that
were regrettable. We've made a number of very good friends and no
real enemies, though "there are many obituaries we'd read with
pleasure." On the whole, our memories are very pleasant and it is with
the greatest reluctance that we surrender the editorial chair.
Before closing our desk, we would like to repeat the things we .said
when we assumed the duties of editing this sheet last spring: Nothing
that we have said in these columns has been intended to hurt anyone
personally. We have attempted throughout to serve as a voice for
student opinion; and we have always tried to cooperate with anyone
who requested our cooperation.
Salve at que vale! M. H. A.
Conies Monday, come elections. Prof.
Nowlin and a committee liave charge
and are going to do everything legally,
they say. Algie is troubled because
the law provides for a booth with either
a curtain or a swinging door ....
Is my father in there?
Speaking of elections, Dornseif is
taking her candidacy seriously. She
played baseball Sunday and had to use
crutches. Next day she was well. Looks
like A. G. T. to us.
And by the way, lady, while we're
talking about you . . . didn't you
make a fuss on the last choir trip
about who you'd sit by coming back?
And aren't you contemplating taking
French leave? And doesn't this new
heart-throb live in Center? Beam,
Beam, we're glaring at you.
Mary Hobs has new cooks, waiters,
and dish-washers, while the Hobbs Sis
ters have a sample of the Chenaultian
delights at Founders. Six of the boys
are from Old South and the other one
doesn't sing bass either.
Mrs. Beittel: Dan had a smudge of
lipstick 011 his cheek last Monday in
class. Sociology class. llnun.
We're sorry we have to ignore Miss
Gilbert's admonition against letting
your authorities be anonymous, but
we must. Anyhow, Ave have an advance
tip 011 the May Day . . . The high
lights will come when the Queen is
crowned with a last year's bird's nest
and when she swaps gowns in mid
campus. Whoops, my dears!
(With the proper apologies)
I hope that I shall never see
A poem like a May Day spree;
A spree whose haughty queen is dressed
Before my eyes, (the acid test!)
A spree whose chosen queen may wear
A nest of birdies in her hair;
A spree with dainty nvaids at play,
(Oh! Who would look the other way?)
A spree which numbers in the train
Milkmaids, horses and "sweeps" again.
Poems are made by fools like me
Hut even I couldn't have thought of
For the first time in three and one
half years, Tyree Gilliam cut chapel,
lie just had to do it to study for a
test. Tsk! Tsk!
Irene Stout is still haunting the front
porch of Mem. Alone. When it rains
it pours, eh, Meibohm ?
Ask Parsons and Simpson why they
aren't studying in the- library this week.!
. . . Not that they ever do, but just ask
'em. Well, never mind, we'll tell you.
. . . Sainra has banished tliein from
that Sanctum Sanctorum for playing
Pattyeake, Pattycake. How dreadfully
Come 011, Ilonnn, quit giving your
self psychoanalysis in Child Psych,
class. We knew it all along. So does
Ruth Stilson, Beittels, et nl.: It's
about time for your table to have an
other birthday, isn't it) We haven't
heard you sing for almost a week now.
Simpson never closes her window
shutters, they say, hut now . . . Last
Wednesday night during the "Lights
Out" program, somebody scratched on
the outside of her window. We think
i it wasn't REALLY a movie monster,
hut just some of the regular "Lights
Out" listeners of Cox. However, the
gals claim he had a bald head . . . It's
better than any even money bet, at
Lael resigned from sports writing
just in time. All along he's been think
-1 ing that a baseball umpire wears a
, glove. When bigger boners are pulled,
Lacl will still be champion.
Come on Spring Vacation!
Come hither yon bit of poetry
To mnke me famous: Sit not
Upon thy haunches nor slaiul like
I!ut move into a stately trend
Enveloped in a stream of thought.-
I.et liliythm born of beauty
He thy handmaid; thy teacher
Me she IJfe accompanied by
Sorrow and delight—aw! bit of poetry
Kscape me not litis night !
Traveling the ball of my memory
Walking slowly back to the second door,
I knocked and entered.
Von stood before a long window and as
1 entered you turned and said,
"The wind outside talks of spring."
i My love raced as a dark-haired thing
before the coming storm.)
"Spring is pink and green; life ever
You took my band, "Listen, the wind
'Love is continued spring,' and my love
i My love for yon ran me through; it
was an early summer.)
The ball of my memory smells of dust
The door is sealed and locked
| llow did I ever enter?
Night, night, night
race, noise, and shadow
pacing ever as a train
singing as a drunk in sorrow.
Shouting ever, shrill of voice
rattle of the grinding truck
a street car snarls into a stop.
Smell and more smell
coal smoke In its best perfume
smell of ever smelling bodies
Night, night, night!
Tin' earth stripped of limning color
stands, waiting for the spring—
My heart is stripped of a flaming love
shall I wait for the singing
Spring follows winter
Taints in flame
the dead earth!
My song shall follow
a naked love
Taint a flame in death!
"ON I row MY LIFE IS STENT . ."
Long ago I had priceless tilings.
I had love and faith —and my heart
that held laughter and the breath
I had innocence and the holy wonder
of a child looking into beauty.
Such was I.
t). I was more, I say!
I was mystery.
I was one star- —high—high hung be
tween two worlds.
I was a song—a beautiful thing.
I was a long clear call in a deep wood.
Now I have Ueason.
Cohl unlovely thing.
Ueason that savs—
"This is nothing—this isn't laughing
April—this is nothing."
Ueason that says, "Fool, you cannot
love with your heart again."
So now I have nothing for 11011.
Itoses are red
Violets are bine
Many men smoke
But l'u Menchu.
It's all right to dress well but re
member, the creases in your pants are
of less importance than the creases in
your forehead.— Cicsccnt.
March 19, 1938
Oullford, X. Caroline
Dear Mr. Kditor Han:
Maybe it ain't right for we'uns tor
be a doin' this hyear thins but we'uns
is conntin' on Tommy. We'uns hyeard
thet Tommy is bein' run by you'uns
for proseedonty for that thar YWCA
r suinpin'. You nil knows all reckon
tliot Tommy am the only scut tor liyar
in I.inooln (thot's our county seat.
Named it after Abe, wo did) tiiet cores
an.vthln' 'bout book iarnin'. We'uns aim
to help iiitn if we'uns kin. Thet's why
wo writ this.
When Tommy was horned his pappy
most died, lie swore tliet Thomas
Kd'ard (thet's Tommy, liis pappy al
ways were a sticker for names) would
lie a no-account. Tommy's pappy bated
book larnin' next to the devil hissolf,
lie did. Hear bis only male brat lias
took to edyoatshuii.
Tommy were always a good'un. Ilad
right purty curly locks, lie did. Useter
lie right helpful to his mommer. Why
when Tommy were !) thar warn't a bet
tor or faster milker In all titer state of
Vor-gin-ia. I'setor tote eggs to market
right along, ho did. Wouldn't brake but
a dozen or two at tliot. Why by the
time ho were 12 lie wore giviu' talks
to the WCTT* (thet's the Woman's
Christian Temperance rniou). .list this
hyear thing shows tliot Tommy were a
good'un! Why. the preacher man used
tor pat Tommy on the head an' he'd
say, "Tommy, you're a goln' to be a big
man some day.''
Tommy never could stand real llokor.
liis pappy jlst couldn't git corn down
him. Why, Tommy would trot up to
Wushintin, full -to mile, jist to git some
sissy stuff. This hyear is soinpin to his
We'uns liyoared thet our man was
nominated for the Stupio Government.
Tommy has his p'ints. We kin tell
you'uns I hot because Tommy was one
time preseedouty of the Corn Huskers
Cow Milkers Convent ion. For thet job
alone he had to throw a bull ten paces
by the tail, husk three rows of corn
and make licker out of tlietu, all insite
of -ii minitcs. We'uns reckou he kin
make the grade. Course the bull might
be a mite bigger down there, but we'uns
is a I>-ttin" on. Tommy.
We thank you'uns.
Friends of T. Taylor.
RAZORS vs. HAIR-DRYERS
Kditor of the it'll.t'oitniAX,
j I tear Sir :
The following is just a friendly re
taliation to that article on hair-dryers
iu last issue of (it II.FOIUIIAX.
(Josh! Wo would love to moot Miss
"Me." She must be the acme of femi
nine beauty or at least she gives us
that impression. To think that her hair
remains beautiful without care or
worry: it's remarkable. We wonder if
she is envied by her ooiiferos. Now, so
far as not being able to recognize any
of tile bits of femininity after they
have tried to make themselves more
beautiful, that is absolutely inconceiv
able to us. ISut wait, if wo remember
correctly, it did happen once, so wo
shall call this point a draw with the
heavy balance on our side.
Well, so far we have not even men
tioned the razors. My dear Miss Mo"
you have no cause for griping. l)o you
realize that you are only bothered once
a day while wo are interrupted, at
least, three times. Itefore every meal
that buzz begins. After a while we bo
gin to wonder if maybe these wretches
over hero shave before eating so that
their whiskers won't got ill the soup or
Say, did Miss "Me" ever consider the
other side of the stupendous statement
she made concerning the campus males?
Maybe our glum expressions and ap
parent indifference is caused by the
large number of "beautiful" girls on
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