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The wind was cold lst Tuesday. We
scurried about the campus, our thoughts
concentrating on little else than making
thi' -idiHtance from King to Founders, to
the Library and Mem hall in record time.
To most of us there was no Armistice
day—as there was none among the peoples
of Europe and Asia—where there is battle
and no time for peace. We were re
minded of it and annoyed—by the lack
of afternoon mail —a holiday, they told
us. We frowned —all, of course, we mut
tered into our collars in the warmth of
the post office—-Armistice day—and we
returned to the latest copy of Life, grum
bling that we ought to have a holiday too.
and murmuring Well-worn phrases of
To us—most of whom limit ourselves
to the required reading of the comic strips
and Dorothy Dix—there is no war. We
are irked by the tax on luxuries—there
will be a defense tax 011 the Monogram
dance tickets—there has heen one for a
long time 011 movies—and, of course, there
was a very convenient surplus of men
at the W. A. A. dance because of the sol
diers who throng Greensboro on week
And, of course, we are sorry when some
one of us is drafted. We give him fatherly
advice —'The marines are the thing,' we
say wisely—or 'Join the air corps if you
can get in—the infantry's for suckers.'
We know little about war, thank (Jod.
We are not too young to have known
poverty and death—but we do not know
war. Yet we can sit here and speak
smugly of the irony of Armistice day.
We sit here and knit for the soldiers
who are fighting, we-are fed eyewash in
the form of wishful plans which seem to
lack practical bases, and which to all
appearances advocate principles of force
rather than those of freedom—we go to
hot-headed student legislatures which seem
to be bent 011 following the footsteps of
the militant dictators and of tyranny—
we return to our crossword puzzle—and
speak, 011, so scornfully of Versailles.
After all, we say, if we stop a bit, what
have wk? to thank God for?—the men of
Versailles had their chance.
And perhaps we are at last beninging to
say what was denied here not so long ago —
that the bell doesi toll—and that it is becom
ing louder —and the depth of its note as it
swings through the barren land, reaches
past the weary armies of Russia and Ger
many, the hungry people of Finland,
Great Britain, China and Japan—reaches
out to the lands and peoples of America—
there are hungry here, too, and there
will be more. Is it because of this that
we would deny God ?
Let us remember November 11, 1918—
and the heartsick years that have gone
before and followed after it. Let us
remember it now—now, while we are still
comparatively free —now, when we are not
fighting for our lives and have time only
to fight or die.
The grave mistakes which the last Ar
mistice brought—and they were fumbling
attempts toward light—must be remem
bered before thought is blurred in battle,
in the sound of guns and the stir of un
reasoning passion. These attempts must
not be east aside.
If it must be that the world shall be
lost in death before we can come to peace,
and freedom from hatred and fear—let
us be ready to plan for a new world—
a world where hope shines not too far
off—and where we shall know true peace.
Let us not forget—let us not be cyn
ical—let us not dare to say that there
is no hope.
I don't claim to l>e a writer, but when my
dander is roused I do 'most anything—here
I'm proud of our team, and think more of
them for .sticking in then- and lighting than if
they brought home the bacon every time they
play. Those boys can really take it or else they
wouldn't go in there every week to get that
awful beating: lint what have they behind them?
The students in (his school ought to hang
their heads in shame perhaps a dictionary
would help them to understand what the word
"spirit" means. Have you ever tried pushing
an engine) oft' the track with a toothpick? That's
about the same as getting the students of Ciiiil
fcrd to show a little school spirit.
I'd just like to point out a certain incident
that occurred at the last "i>ep rally"—you know,
the one before the Lenoir-Khy lie game. The
freshmen thought they built a "bonfire"—what
was it for, a hot dog roast?
We all yelled—all twenty-five of us. and then
we bad the team come down in front so we
could cheer them—that was a bad idea 'cause
about two rooters and the cheerleader were left
to cheer. Time came to sing the Alma Slater
guess we should have a required course in it,
'cause wry few seemed to know the words, but
they were good enough to hum the tune.
Just lio\v do you think the team feels when
they see the lack of spirit that the students
show? In my estimation it pulls them down
more to see how little spirit is shown than it
would if we just didn't try to build them up
and have our attempts fail every time.
Perhaps if we have "pep rallies" every now
anil then, the students won't tire of them, and
maybe they'll show a little more spirit. If all
the students will try to sit together at the games
so as to combine the noise instead of spreading
it out, I'm sure we'll get better results.
Let\s all try to do our best in the future anil
show our team we're all backing them.
November lit, 1924 —.Miss Parker, the girls'
athletic directors, seems to have solved the in
tricate problem of "gym" cuts. It appears im
possible somehow for those that did not claim
to be enthusiasts, to attend regularly every prac
tice on the tennis courts or hockey field, so when
the quarter ended most of the girls had several
cuts posted against them. They are now having
to work those off by raking leaves, chopping wood
or marking the tennis courts. Forty-live long
minutes of labor with the rake frees one from
a. "cut"—and so, consequently, the tennis courts
are smooth and marked, and innocent of any
stray leaves that tennis balls delight to hide
September 26, 1917 —The new department of
Domestic science opened with a large enroll
ment. Double sections of all the classes have
had to be formed in order to accommodate the
applicants. The laboratory is thoroughly mod
ern and up-to-date. Equipment has been pro
vided for work in cookery, and for various
phases of housework, including laundry, home
nursing and simple lessons in serving. All the
equipment is the best that could be procured.
With this beginning there is no reason why the
department should not grow to be one of the
best and strongest in the state.
i mortimer went to the big metropolis of
liberty one night and sat on the tip of a viola
bow i wanted to spring right through the loop
on nirs inilners new hat hut i wasnt heavy
enough so i went to the kitchen and ate ice
cream and peanuts and cookies to get fat so i
could swing on mrs inilners bat while austin
scott flirted with a lady on the back row austin
scott is a very funny man he played the piccolo
in an orchestra and one day he reached into
bis pocket for the piccolo and his eyes were
011 the music he began to play and did not hear
a sound and he looked down and saw lie blew
into his fountain pen i mortimer was visiting
a friend one day last week on the girls soccer
field my friend a beetle came scuttling toward
IIIC we are invaded said he invaded said i yes
he said from his superior height of I pica look
six beautiful girls playing six man football with
six pint sized heroes from the grammar school
as i hurried to safety the voice of jiggs followed
after railing the signals.
KENTUCKY FARM BOY
It was Hallowe'en and all the boys and
men faculty members were keeping out of
trouble at a stag party in the gym—all
except Dr. E. Garness Purdoin—for along
with orange pumpkins and broomstick
witches came the first male addition to
the Purdoin family—in the form of strap
ping eight-pound Eugene Woods Purdoin.
We would take you back before Sue,
who is eight, and Eva, who is three, to the
Kentucky farm boy who studied science
and mathematics at Center college in Dan
In his senior year he became instructor
in a neighboring high school, later under
took the role of part-time instructor in
a woman's college.
Not to be outdone by such veterans in
the drama game as Dr. Furnas and Mr.
Kent, Dr. Purdoin has had his share of
stage experience. While teaching physics
in an Ashland, Kentucky, high school, he
played the role of end man in the school's
annual minstrel show.
Science seems to have had the upper
hand in Dr. Purdoin's life—at the Uni
versity of Chicago graduate school, aided
by such well-known scientists as Dr.
Compton and Dr. Michelson, he labored
for and attained his master's degree in
The next fall saw him starting off at
Guilford in the right way—the only way
—as a resident of Archdale.
'ln the good old days, Dr. Purdoin, be
sides teaching physics and math, took an
active part in the intra-mural boys' games
and led even more hikes than lie does now.
lie has held several administrative jobs—
almost everything except dean of women.
In 1932-33 he took a leave of absence
from school to study for his doctor of
philosophy degree at the University of
As a summer pastime in 1938, lie ex
perimented with the cyclotron and per
formed experiments in the transmutation
lie leads an active life outside of col
lege, attending and speaking at meetings
of science and math teachers.
Ilis: domain, the physics lab, is the
coolest place on campus in the summer
Mrs. Purdoin, friendly and very gentle,
was doing public health work iii Salisbury
when Dr. Purdom met her. They were
married in 1930.
"Let me see it before it goes to press,"
said the two-weeks old father and his tail
light vanished down the worn path be
tween the physics lab at Guilford and the
hospital in Greensboro.
1 think that I shall never see
A boy who quite appeals to me;
A boy who doesn't flirt and tease;
A boy who always tries to please;
A boy who doesn't ever wear
A slab of grease upon his hair;
A hoy who keeps his shirtail in;
A boy without a silly grin:
These fools are loved by girls like me.
But I think I prefer a tree.
I think that I shall never see
A girl refuse a meal that's free;
A girl who doesn't ever wear
A lot of doo-dads in her hair —
Girls are loved by fools like me,
'Cause who on earth could kiss a tree?
When asked, "Good heavens, man! Why don't
you peel that banana before you eat it?", the
moron replied, "What for? I know what's in
November 15, 1.941
Entered at Guilford College, N. C„ as
second-class matter under the act of Con
gress, August 24, 1912.
Published semi-monthly during the
school year by the students of Guilford
Editor-in-Chief Tobey Laitin
Winifred Ellis, Bette Bailey
Business Manager Paul Pearson
Editorial Staff Corinne Field, Nancy
Xportg Stuff —Sol Kennedy. Fred Taylor,
Paul Carruthers, Itudy Davis, Helen
Lvun, Frances Johnson, Talmadge
Business Stuff —Mildred Pegram, Sadie
White, Arthur Johnson.
Reporters Shirley Ware, John Hobby,
Hazel Key, Margaret Jones, Barbara
Sprague, Betty Wilson, Patricia Shoe
maker, John Jernigan, I'eggy Watson,
Barbara Williams, Jean 11. Thomas,
Virginia Ashcraft, Thornton Sparrow,
Claus Victorius, Pat I/ockwood, Sarah
Cray, Ruth Bab.
Pictures - James I 'at ton, I'nrnell Ken
nedy, Emory Culclasure.
Faculty .I d risers — Dorothy L. Gilbert,
William O. Suiter.
Subscription price sl.OO per year
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Associated Colle6iate Press
By NANCY GRAVES
When ii la.vman attempts to pinch hit for a
columnist, the results may be laughable, but
everyone likes to hear about everyone else at
Guilford, so some news or gossip should be
For instance, we know how fickle Austin Scott
is. One night he states that Dedie Swisher
"looks simply radiant tonight" and the next
morning be is flirting with someone in the first
row in chapel from his position in the orchestra.
Thai cheering and applause arising about 3:30
Wednesday from the soccer Held was not occa
sioned by an athletic feat of prowess but by
Melville's oraling as he walked down the road
to Clyde's.. At the top of liis mighty lungs,
that lusty lad was memorizing his part in "The
Knight of the Burning Pestle."
Take the vicious freshmen interchanging. It
leads to that terrible circle: Menghettl and
Betty Jane Thompson: Betty Jane and Bill Dow
dell: Bill and Nancy Nunn : Nancy and Rudy,
and so on ad infinitum. I bet Bill doesn't send
this issue back to his girl in New England.
Boy Leake wa.s a nice boy, too. Who would
have suspected the kind of jokes he wou'd
think of? No one ever saw him blush so thor
oughly in his life. Ask any one who went to
the party for honor students. I hate to let
this out but we really shouldn't go on being
deceived so by him. Watch liiin blush when
he reads this.
We think it's nice that Brail Leete doesn't
get mad when someone takes his shoes, but
goes on about his business unconcerned. Such
stoicism! To look up ami suddenly see someone
walking around the library in brilliant yellow
anil green socks—and to go back to work as if
nothing were wrong—that's stoicism, too.
We've lieen cooking up a little literature to
whet your appetites. Here's one to appeal to
Who's the winner?
Motto for Psych 21:
Trace the bear
From here to there.
Ode to a Proctor:
On the air there bangs a pall,
Then a door bangs down tho hall.
The floor rocks like an ocean liner:
Down the ball conies Nancy Minor.
When lieddiok isn't knittin' mittens
He's in the lab a-enrv'n' kittens.
Shining faces, bright and cheery:
Then exams, and eyes are bleary.
After a week of calm relief
Come-.the grades—2 F's—good grief!