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Entered at Guilford College, N. C., as second class
matter under the act of Congress, August 24, 1912.
Published semi-monthly during the school year by
the students of Guilford College.
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Feature Staff —J. Wm. McCracken, Harry Johnson, Earl Tyson,
James Mann.
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rett Pettingell, Eugene Terrell, Jack White, Eleanor Corneil
son, Van Barringer.
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Subscription Price SI.OO per year
Guilford College is, to an outsider, a college mar Greensboro
with high scholastic standing, which was founded by the Society
of Friends. But to us who know her, she is something far more.
Sfie is a being; she lives and breathes. &'he has her troubles, her
weaknesses, and' we have often been provoked at her, and her at
us. But there is something about her that makes us forget these
trifles, and that makes us feel a strange nearness to her, as we
would feel toward a beloved mortal beiity. Whatever that quality
is, we cannot define in a word, but we know it is there, and we
are thankful. —Anonymous
For the Seniors
This, the final issue of THE GUILFORDIAN for this school year,
is nctt a newspaper in every respect. We have crossed boundaries
that are not in accordance with journalistic principles. But we
did this for a purpose; this purpose being to make this an issue
for a deserving group of seniors. Among this group of seniors
are members of THE GUILFORDIAN staff, and their loss will be felt.
Their final contributions are contained herein, and we hope they
will never be destroyed. Seniors, we congratulate you, and we
hope that this effort we have put forth for you will not be for
gotten, but kept among other fine remembrances of your four
years at Guilford.
On magic
As we listened to 0. Herschel Folger speak on "Magic" at a
Friday chapel lecture, we thought of something in connection
with magic of words. With this magic, Dr. Folger combines inagie
of knowledge, and leaves with his audience food for thought in
a way that we sincerely believe no one else can. He lifts the
over-tired-of-lecturing student body right, out of their low spirits,
carries them to a lofty plane and leaves them touched, humble
in serious thought.
We do not believe that bis success with an audience is merely
tact on his part. We believe that it is himself he pours out to them.
We believe that he is the type of person that keeps the world
from breaking at the seams; that keeps us from forgetting . . . .
Dr. Furnas, don't hesitate in obtaining I)r. Folger often. We
need him.
Rare Species
We read in the May 7 issue of the Greensboro Daily News an
item that caught our eye. An ambulance driver from a town
some miles from Fort Bragg was searching for a person. This
person had, upon seeing a veteran in suffering in the bus station,
investigated and found that the veteran was going to a Veteran's
Hospital in Fayetteville. The .stranger didn't deem the veteran
able to travel on a bus, and immediately secured the ambulance
driver and paid him $35 tor the trip. The veteran, however, had
to be take nto the local hospital, and the ambulance driver was
looking for the Good Samaritan on May 7, in order to return
his money . . .
Whatever was in this man's mind we do not know, nor do we
know if he was rich or poor. We like to think that, as we. he is
an ordinary person financially. He is, we know, a person who
thinks more of his fellow man than the $:!5. He is, we know,
a rare type in our .society. He probably won't get medals or glory
for his deed, but to us it seems he did a noble, feeling gesture.
It will remind us. when we have selfish thoughts, not to give our
selves the worn-out excuse, "It's just the way of all the world."
Congratulations
Seniors!
"'The
THE GUILFORDIAN
Have You Mel...
Rachel Pringle (Ears)
Sophomore . . . Alamance . . . bred
. . . chained to C'lyle . . . Sheetz's
sidekick . . . Lives from weekend
to weekend . . .
Max Welborn:
Freshman . . . yellow chev. collap
sible . . . from the first family of
Yadkinviiie . . . "grosse und" . . .
"Hot Hod Happy" . . .
Judy Mower:
Freshman . . . yankee from High
Point . . . Western Grad. . . . loves
math (?) ... three meals with
Cliff . . . Maid of Honor in Emily
' and Oscar's wedding . . .
Bobby Spencer ("Chief")
Freshman . . . "Smily's" roomie
. . . library custodian . . . favorite
expression, "Goodnight cigarette"
. . . member of the Thursday Drug
from Draper ... a jokei for every
occasion . . . checker friend . . .
Esther Lowe:
Junior . . . one of the Asheboro
gals . . . boss of the S. C. A. .
quiet and even tempered—chapel
checker . . .
Jim Coble ("Sea Biscuit")
Senior . . . "Diamond Jim" . . .
calls G'boro home . . . main stay
of "Yankee Stadium" . . . one of Dr.
Vickey's boys—ex-swabie . . .
PACIFIED SOl l.
By Earl Tyson
I>oes God withhold his saving grace
When death surrounds a sunken
face?
Have I a hope of love devine
Beyond the gate which men decline?
Oh peace of mind—Oh soothe my
soul.
Abide with me amid the dark—
Less I should stray with thoughts
of gold
And lose my way when call the
mark.
These things disturb my heart, my
soul
As I cry out to God above—
Show me the way into the fold,
Let from heaven descend the dove!
With mind and soul content, and
heart;
I give thanks to God and behold !
Angels singing free as a lark—
I'raiscs to God while heaven un
folds.
I know not why a soul so meek.
Receives such peace instead of falls-
Less God recalls the soul secrets
When left among weakening walls.
• * *
Straight From the Horse's Mouth
By Jerry and Carl
Now, after a full year of service
to our fellow students, the tirm of
Duekor and Cochrane is about ready
to make like the Arabs and steal
away, (we ain't guaranteeing noth
ing about the silence.) It's no doubt
a good thing we are ready to close,
our friends are getting scarcer every
week. Oh, well, one must make some
sacrifices for his art, so here we
go with some more sacrifices.
It has been written some place or
other that turnabout is fair play.
Well it seems Jimmy Miller has re
cently been to that place or other,
'for we noticed the other night that
he was dating none other than Lucy
I.eake, she is yon remember the gal
friend of that thar casanova Jack
Chatham, who was the charter mem
ber of the new Patty Simpson fan
club.
Joy and Newt have been making
like cupid, and the result, a happy
twosome made up of Art Garrison
and Norma Miller. Norma claims
it is strictly a platonlc affair but
[ nevertheless she Is none to happy
about the quickly approaching vaca
j tion.
! A few hours before the past May
Day dance, a hurried phone call
was put in to the Victorious resi
lience. The caller was none other
than that great republican John
("lark . It seems John wanted the
pleasure of the younger Victorious'
company at the fast approaching
dance, Marianne decided that all
politicians were slow about making
up their minds, so she agreed to go
with him, besides she says she isn't
going to he fuwsy anymore.
Some girls just don't believe in
sharing the wealth, while a few
like Marbara Pearson are stuck with
just one (and I use the term lightly)
man, others like Mary McCormlck
gn from Dave Wilkersnn to Jimmy
Miller to liirk Ferrell, all in one
day yet Mary should take a clue
from Charlotte Flanders who lias
CANDIDLY SPEAKING ...
. . . j. wm. mccracken
Here on Guilford Campus, tlie not
so-silent Hush of stoic tradition and
vivacious modernism has grown
this year. Perhaps it has not really
grown more this year than in for
mer years, perhaps it is only more
noticeable. However, it has evi
denced itself as a struggle, and a
very definite one at that.
To lie sure, ways of behavior, ways
of approaching problems aee largely
governed distinctly by that part of
a man's life that is loosely termed
his youth. I have heard graduates
of ten or twenty years past, upon
their return to this, their campus,
bemoaning the fact that "Things
have changed enormously." They
did not resent repairs on buildings,
or the idea of the addition of new
ones: their dissatisfaction lay mosl
frequently with the social aspect
of present college life. It is pos
sible, that the reason behind this is,
that it is far easier to adjust our
selves t new rooms than it is to
new customs.
A woman brought up in the seclu
sion of ankle-length shirts will
shorten them when fashion dictates,
but her form of manners, well-drill
ed into her by her mother, will be
but slightly altered with the times.
A man reared in a politically demo
cratic party home, will turn repub
lican depending upon how the econ
omic eras of the presidents of his
time influence his well-being, but if
he was brought up where the pre
sence of lipstick and rouge on the
females of the household of his
youth was condemned, he will most
likely continue to condemn such for
the rest of his life.
And it is a mixture of these, the
little things which we find objection
al in our youth, to which we will
continue to object as we grow older.
Yet, these little things may grow
into conditions of larger importance.
Had we been reared in similiar
times as these past-graduates were,
we, too, would not look upon the
girl who wears a touch of make
up as respectable, although the
person in question could be spot
less in character and agreeable to
our dictates in the remainder of her
decorum.
That is why, when dancing became
such a universally accepted 'clean
form of recreation.' and the stu
dents asked to be allowed to enjoy
it here, it was still a hot and heavy
discussion behind closed doors. And
the discussions lasted for quite some
decided to give up all her extra-cur
ricular activities and stick to just
one iimn. that lucky fellow in none
other than Wes Atwood.
This years senior class is really
unique, we have the only Who's
whomer ever to be left I Kick in his
final, I won't mention any names
but you can't miss him, he's one of
heavier boys around school, answers
to the name Teddy bear and can't
play tennis worth a darn.
Mow low can a man get? This
question can lie best answered by
looking at the case of George Pog
gioli. Of late Georgie has been steal
ling pennies from his wife's baby
bank and spending it on . . . ?Ob
well it takes all kinds of people to
make a world. Hut luckily there are
other and sweeter boys iti this here
cruel world of ours. Take Windy
Edgerton, if you want him, just to
day we spied him busy as a little
bee picking si bouquet of flowers for
his own little true love Margery An
derson, cause we're not sure it was
Margery: we didn't actually see
her, hut who else would he be pick
ing flowers for? Could it have been
that girl he was seen with down
at . . . 110, of course not. we're sure
the flowers are for Margery.
Why is it some men wait until
the end of their senior year to get
involved in a 'triangle? For almost
f nir years now Ilank Harvey, Jimmy
Coble and I'rsnl Adams have been
going their separate ways, never
crossing each others paths, and now
all at once Jimmy and Hank have
decided that T'rsai i the only girl
for them, and so the fude is on.
The fude to end all fndes though is
one thar is just impending. Joan
Folger received a ring from Dick
Hanson, this in itself Is mild enough.
They're a very nice couple however,
and here we have the fude, Dick's
papa is an ammunition denier while
Joan's dad is a Friend's minister.
Kd Alexander is much worried lie
cause of late bis ever looking room
mate Itirdie Crawford has been get
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May 24,1949
time. But slowly, surely, dancing
came to be a part of social life at
Guilford.
We, the young and hot-headed,
our social views relaxed to a large
extent by the past war, demand that
smoking for the girls be allowed on
campus. We expect to see the
powers that control give their sanc
tion to such an issue immediately,
simply because we demand it in a
loud voice. But it cannot be. It,
too, (since the idea of women smok
ing has been frowned upon for so
long in the past), must be discussed
behind closed doors for a very
long time, be refused and refuted
until those in command realize that
smoking is neither a grace nor a
sin, but an idea, and they become
willing to adjust that idea.
Without consciously realizing it,
the actions of each one of us while
in school here can greatly influence
the lives of these about us, as well
as the lives of those who will come
here 'to study when we are gone.
We are given certain rigid rules to
follow, and disobeying them may be
exciting at the time, but it does not
lessen their hold upon our affairs.
In fact, upon discovery, it acts in
the opposite manner.
Even the casual joking, but un
derlying boastful, remarks we pass
to each other that "such and such
a course sure was a crip, never
cracked a book in it" will be felt
stringently in its classes in years to
come if the teachers of these classes
hapiien to overhear. Malice is not
I lie reason behind their tightning
down, that is, malice in the form
of a retaliating blow, but a deeply
rooted, sincere desire that their
students should benefit from the
courses, even if these students must
sweat blood to pass them.
Such remarks as these in the past
by students have shown their effect
in a deeper way each year, this
year being no exception. It is cer
tain that by being rash and un
thinking in both our words and
actions, by disobeying rules in the
hope that we will he thought daring
and clever, we cannot attain the
means we seek, instead, we un
meaningfully thrust these goals
farther out of sight.
Only through a due process of
time will the 'things we want come
into being. Only through satisfac
tion rendered on our part will the
conditions lighten, for each of us is
not the center of this college—we
are merely a part of it. Though
young, we, too; undergo a struggle
to adjust our ideas to broader, less
selfish horizons. Consider what
others more older, more steady than
we must undergo to adjust their
ideas likewise.
Letters fo the Editor |
Kditor of the Guilfordian
Guilford College, N. C.
Dear Sir:
Guilford College can be considered
ia 'typical small college. Here we
have some radicals, some who are
[conservative, and another group
which stands in between. We think
[it can be considered a cross section
,of this great nation of ours. In my
associations around the college ram
pus, I have come into contact with
proletariats who seem to be enjoy
ing life to the utmost, although they
never miss an opportunity to tell you
why we don't have the best govern
ment in the world, etc. They are
so critical, hut, yet, they go about
their daily life in luxury compared
to most standards of living. They, be
ing proletariats, are being exploited
by the bourgeoisie, due to the eon
j stunt class struggle. How many
| people are there in our society with
iinitiative except for the handicapi>cd
I who are provided for, who do not
have an abundance for a comfort
able living? Why shouldn't a man
who has the initiative lie allowed
to build u|i a savings account or a
jbig business, subject of course to
jttie necessary government restric
tions? What would this great nation
be today if it had not been built
[upon. Individualism? At 110 time in
j history have the men who fought
I for their country been given the
I benefits as have we who served our
country. If a man believes in Chris
tianity, he has to believe that he
is an individual creation of God
and all men are created equal. He
iis an individual. Education for some
| makes them mystics and idealists:
for ine it has meant a clearing up
lof 'What I previously believed in
blindly because I had been taught
that way. Now I see why I believe.
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