The Guilfordian. online resource (None) 1914-current, November 15, 1941, Page Paag Two, Image 2
Paag Two Lest We Forget . . . 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 irony. 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 ends. 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. OPEN FORUM Dear Editor: I don't claim to l>e a writer, but when my dander is roused I do 'most anything—here goes!! 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? nothing! 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. Sincerely, TOMMY BItI'XKHAIIDT. From the 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 under. 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 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. THE GUILFORDIAN 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 ville, Kentucky. 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 physics. 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 Michigan. As a summer pastime in 1938, lie ex perimented with the cyclotron and per formed experiments in the transmutation of atoms. 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 time. 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. QRIST Kate Sez 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. • Sez Tom 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 side." —Akron Huchtelite November 15, 1.941 THE GUILFORDIAN 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 College. Editor-in-Chief Tobey Laitin Managing Editors Winifred Ellis, Bette Bailey Business Manager Paul Pearson Editorial Staff Corinne Field, Nancy Graves. Xportg Stuff —Sol Kennedy. Fred Taylor, Paul Carruthers, Itudy Davis, Helen Lvun, Frances Johnson, Talmadge Neece. 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 1941 Member 1942 Associated Colle6iate Press POPPYCOCK 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 forthcoming. 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 your digestion: Sunday noon Chicken dinner; Chicken's tough, 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. So!!!!! When lieddiok isn't knittin' mittens He's in the lab a-enrv'n' kittens. Campus Life 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!