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THE GUILFORDIAN
Published semi-monthly during the
school year by the students of Guilford
College.
Editor-in-Cliief Robert' Register
Managing Editor Tobey Laitin
Business Manager Armstead Estes
Editorial Staff— L. M. Gideon, Roy Leake,
and Joe Crescenzo.
Sports Staff —Paul Carruthers, Fred Tay
lor, Helen Louise Brown, and Helen
Lyon.
Business Staff —Dolly White, Edna Earle
Edgerton, Dorothy Edgerton, Marion
Italls, and Jean McAllister.
Reporters —Jessie Joyner, Robert Rolir,
Marjorie Neill, Cesca Fanning, John
Ilobby, John Downing, Bette Bailey,
Shirley Ware, Mildred McCrnry, Tal
madge Neece, Winifred Ellis, Corinne
Field, Nancy Graves, Hazel Key,
Kosaleen Leslie, Elois Mitchell, and
Mary Winter.
Faculty Advisers William O. Suitor,
Dorothy L. Gilbert, and Philip W.
Furnas.
Subscription price SI.OO per year
1940 Mfmlxrr 1941
Fbsociated Golle&iate Press
A Step Forward
The question of the subsidization of
Guilford football has been shoved around
in the Greensboro papers for some time.
One editorial theory has been that we will
abandon inter-collegiate sports altogether
and turn to an intra-mural program; an
other hints that subsidization must and
will come and that very soon.
"We do not think either opinion is the
correct one. But as much as we would like
to "put the scribes straight" we find it is
impossible. That is because we know little
or nothing about the plans now going for
ward for Guilford athletics. We think it
would not be unwise for the higher-ups to
give the students an inkling of . future
plans. Certainly it would be much safer
than to allow all sorts of rumors to be
tossed about, verbally and editorially.
Such administration-student confidence
would give real and valuable significance
to such a discussion as the freshman class
sponsored last Thursday. The freshmen
worked out a panel discussion which
proved that students can talk intelligently
sibout such matters. It was definitely a
stride along the right road.
The Piano Progresses
The studio piano which was hut a myth
three weeks ago is on its way to becom
ing an actuality on Guilford campus.
Definite pledges have been made by two
student organizations. The German club
will give $6 toward the purchase of the
instrument, and TIIE GUILFORDIAN has set
aside sl2.
Final statistics have come through the
office of David Parsons, business manager:
Dealer's price on a Mason and Hamlin
piano of this type (the grand piano in the
auditorium is of this make) will be cut
10%. The instrument will definitely cost
$238.50, the administration maintaining
its pledge to pay half of the cost.
The balance which must be covered by
student organizations is $101.25. The cost
will include a carriage with rubber tires
for moving it about campus, and will cover
delivery charges.
Pledges regarding the piano should be
made through Mr. Parsons 01* the Editor
of THE GUILPORDIAN.
The majority of student organizations,
who have student activity fees at their
disposal, have been silent. It is hoped that
they will respond to this need. T. L.
College . | |
Spring • J- -i-
AVlieii the nights are clear one can see
1m path well enough to walk in sparse
woods, the branches of trees being bare.
The half-moon was bright last Saturday
night, not bright enough to drown the
stars but enough to dimly illumine the
path on which I walked. I didn't start out
to follow the track; J didn't even know it
was there. But I got to the Milners' on
timie, which proved to be too early; and
so I turned away to look for a wagon-road
which used to run along the adjacent
fields.
The road wasn't there. It had been
ploughed over when the new houses in the
pines were completed. Going toward the
water tank, though, I found a narrow
path leading over the furrowed ground.
It led past the black tank, into the fringe
of trees between the Milner road and the
liagsdale house, and to the front of the
Bin ford house. Having walked its length
1 came back to where it dipped into the
trees and stood beneath a great oak, wait
ing for the guests to pass by to the Mil
ners. Meanwhile 1 watched the lights of
the college in the southwest and the pas
tureland rising black to the horizon in
the east.
The Great Dipper was unusually bril
liant and pointed its handle directly into
the pines above the new houses. The lights
in the gvm went on; they are a faint blue
from a distance.
Then in the west I saw a luminous
cloud. It spread a strange and soft light in
the sky. I wondered if it were a cloud. It
was shaped like one, the size of one: no
bigger in the sky than a house is on the
ground. As I watched it, it faded, becom
ing a dim blot. Turning to go I found an
other in the east, reaching from the moon
to the horizon, casting a pink haze about
the moon. While I watched it all faded.
The Daily News explained it next day as
an ice fog.
But I wondered a great deal what it was
while it was there, and was glad that I
was alone. It make me think of signs of
the Last Day I had heard of. It make me
think of the aurora borealis and of the
war. Despite its peculiar beauty one could
not contemplate it as one would contem
plate, let us say, "art for art's sake." One
was afraid for a moment, thinking "This
is beautiful but ominous, and well it
should be." One associated the cold Utile
fear with a greater one. I thought of the
A preacher I sometimes hear in the
morning over the radio as I dress for
school would say that the light was of God
and for the benefit of sinful man. Perhaps
A. E. Housman, who, unlike the parson, is
unfortunately dead, would have said some
thing like this:
To east and west the heavens burn;
Earth burns beneath the span.
Grim mockery the skies return.
How play the Gods with man!
Neither the preacher's all-mighty God
or the poet's vindictive Gods which are
Fate offers the answer to the plight of
men slaughtering men, of the outer ripples
of the vortex which cause a casual walker
to see an "ice fog" and think of war and
feel fear. Most of us are distrustful of the
supernatural. We are prone sometime to
veer toward the parson when we say a
"To hell with the Germans" or an un
modified "God bless America." But other
wise we view the whole moss pretty much
as man-made. That is good, I think; but
we must remember. If we don't some men
become Huns and some men Heroes; if we
don't we may hail a light in the sky as a
dire portent for our Enemy and be
strangely afraid for ourselves. It. R.
THE GUILFORDIAN
They sa.v ns how the favorite story at Mar
quette these days concerns the campus romeo
who went to n fraternity convention and after
three days wired the local fiirl: "Having a
swell time. Wish you were her." —(Associated
Collegiate Press)
A sensible girl is more sensible than she
looks, because a sensible girl luis more sense
than to look sensible.—(Bernstlen)
Which recalls the story about Hen Runkle,
who dreamed be was eating shredded wheat
and woke up to find half the mattress gone.—
(Quaker Campus)
And then there was the freshman who tried
to spell a Bronx cheer. — (The Tiger Rag)
Wanted : Middle aged woman.— (Agricultural
Review)
For goodness sakes! —(Guilfordian)
Imagine the plight of the University of Mich
igan when the only key to the lost and found
office was lost.— (The Utah Chronicle)
Woman's place is in your hair. — (The Current
Sauce)
The Typographical Error
The typographical error is a slippery thing and
sly.
Vou can hunt until you're dizzy, but it somehow
will get by.
Till the forms are off the presses it is strange
how still it keeps;
It shrinks down in a corner and it never stirs
or peeps,
That typographical error, too small for human
eyes.
Till the ink is on the paper, when it grows to
mountain size.
The editor stares with, horror, then he grabs bis
hair and groans;
The copy reader drops bis head upon his hands
and moans—
The remainder of the issue may be clean as
clean can be,
But that typographical error is the only thing
you see.
(Mountain Ragle)
Then there was the freshman who asked if
a bacteria was the rear entrance of a cafeteria.
(lbid.)
According to headlines in the Akron "Buch
telite," "High Tor" will be presented at the
T'niversity of Akron. Alas, little do they know.
A divinity student named Tweedle
Refused to accept his degree:
Said he, "It's bad enough being Tweedle
Without being Tweedle, I). I>."
(Northeastern News)
Oracle of Today
EVENING THOUGHTS
Man's eyes are oft so dull, he does not even see
The marvels that surround him everywhere.
High stands above the ground the beauty of a
tree,
And birds glide warbling through the evening
air.
Of goodness, friendly strength, and firm cre
ative will
We know os little as a boy of grace
When suddenly his soul grows strangely tense
and still
Before the glory of a human face.
Sometimes I think of God as of an artist's hand
That patiently has moulded you and me.
May our hearts keep strong, may our lives ex
pand.
May our eyes be pure enough to see.
Gerhard Fried rich
March 8, 1941
IFF By
I Ur CRESCENZO
We're tuning our vocal cords to sing our
swan song, so we feel we ought to write some
thing to remember us by. When readers see
our column we want them to ask, "Is this the
space that launched a thousand quips?" so
here goes.
Criticism
After our undying devotion to our public,
we hate to admit it, but we have been unduly
criticized. One teacher says we use lousy Eng
lish, another says we may become a literary
lunatic, another says we'll wind up writing
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN under the name
of Dorothea Dixon, Gideon says we're giving
our column to the poets, and Dewees says we
ain't writing anything worth reading. Them's
liarsh words, pardners.
Short Story (to Critic No. 1) :
Just before Meibohm was going to practice
teach, his critic teacher said to her students,
"Our new teacher's name is Winfred Meibohm."
The boys perked up and one asked, "Is she
pretty?"
Now, isn't that good?
Drama (to Critic No. 2):
Act I (over telephone)
Cliff: Hello. Is this Doris Lane?
Dolly: Yes, this is Dolly White.
Cliff: How about a date tonite?
Dolly: I can't make it. I have to study.
Cliff: O. K. I'll come out anyway and find
someone.
Act 2 (Ilobbs hall)
Cliff: I'm sorry you have to study, Doris.
Doris: I don't have to study.
Cliff: Don't kid me, go ahead and study.
Doris: What are you going to do?
Cliff: I think I'll date Dolly White.
Act 3 (same)
Dolly (with books) : I'm sorry, Cliff.
Cliff: Do you have to study, too?
Dolly: Sure, didn't I tell you?
Cliff: What is this, anyhow?
Dolly: What are you going to do?
Cliff (seeing the light) : I think I'll date
Doris Lane.
Curtain
Gay play, eh?
Advice (to Critic No. 3) :
R. Starr won't have to pay Boston to date
Prout to keep her mind off Runkle because
Rlinkle has his mind on Edelweisse. Then, too,
a note a day makes the measles pay.
In Defense of Poetry
Dear Luther:
When we started writing our columns we
made a non-aggression pact. This seems to
have gone the way of all such pacts, for you
have invaded our happy home. We don't mind
giving our column to the poets, but when people
come up to us and say that tho only good thing
is the poem, we feel that we are losing our
grip. Mr. Gideon, we feel that you are too con
servative. Our column is really going to the
dogs. Sincerely,
Would-be.
Of Alice and Men
In any issue there are two types of men—
those for it and those against it. Between
them, in apathy, are the mice, or better still,
the middie-of-the-rodents.
Now. Phil, ain't that worth reading?
Don McAusian says lie is so much in love
that he would marry if he could, but he can't,
so he won't. Don was always good on the court,
anyway. Ouch!!
M. Bailey was out in the cold one nite last
week. That's better than a lot of us. We're
always out in the cold.
M. Denmead tells us that her boy back home
has lost 20 pounds since she's been away. We
guess that's 0.K., 'cause she's probably gained
21 since she's been here. Ask Clyde.
Chester (in library) : What do you say, Ger
hard?
(1. P.: Nothing. I have learned to be quiet in
the library.
Dear Julia:
Do. you realize that on campus we're the only
couple left who started romancing at the be
ginning of the year? The boys call me Dog
wood. What should I do? I'll print your
answer in tho next column.
We're liable to write anything in our last
column, so be sure to buy your copy early.