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COLUMNS
May 20, 1943
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VOLUME II
NUMBER 7
PubliMhsd bj/ LouUburff OolUfft gtudtnts tight
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STAFF
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Editor-ln-chlef (in abnentia) J. Wkmikv Gentkv
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News editor Ben Wabd
Assistant news editor Bernice Thomas
Literary editor Mabtha Ann Strowd
Exchange editor Saba Hux
Sports reporters Rcitii PraRAM, Richard Byrd
Religious reporter Evei-yn Smithwick
Social Reporter Ei.izabbth Harris
Business
Business manager Eaton Hmj)en
Make-up manager Ei.eanor Beasley
Assistant Mart Euzabeth Midoett
Circulation manager Abhby Inscxw
Assistant Mart Frances Handily
Typists
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Virginia Lkxjxarii
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SCRIPTURE THOUGHT
Consider the lilies of ihe field.—Mattiikw G :28.
Support Ensures Success
Louisburg College does not boast a flawles.s system of
student goveriinieiit, for it is composed only of human
beings with failures and frailties. It Joes, however,
offer a system that at least has a vision of .serving in a
democratic system on the campus and with dedication
to the good of the student life generally.
Students are to be congratulated for all of their
loyalty to cho.sen leaders, for their every effort to
select boys and girls who are willing to uphold the
standards of right. These officers deserve—and may
each student see that they receive—the full support of
everyone.
Then, it is only fitting that, here and now, returning
students dedicate themselves to the success of the com
ing year and j)ledge tliemselves anew to the true prin
ciples underlying student government.
A. W. O. L.
(Absent Without Our Leave)
It looked as if this issue of Columns would have no
editor. April had come, with cold drenching showers.
Still the winds of March blew. In the class of English
literature there was an absence of that seldom-ceasing
wit, regularly appearing in liis front-row seat i)romptly
each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning for the
eight-thirty class. In the French literature class, too,
someone was sadly absent. Interest in the nightly
social-hall dancing waned as did the spirit of “That
Old lilack Magic,” which for weeks had prevailed
there, because it had come to be Wes Gentry’s current
favorite. The Men’s Student Government lacked a
most desirable member as did Phi Theta Kappa, and
The Oak staff. The presidency of Beta Phi Gamma and
of the dramatic club and the editorship of Columns
were vacant.
Yes, Wes had gone, a favorite student of the campus,
to become a favorite nephew of our own Uncle Sam.
Truly, wo miss Wes, but we are willing to share with
the other nephews of Uncle Sam the genial fun, the
democratic good nature, the courage, the ability and
the real American spirit that go with Wes’s most pleas
ing and individual personality.
There should not, in truth, bo just regrets at losing
him, for he made such a rare contribution to campus
life that a rich jwrtion of himself still remains.
(^oLum/L
Cleanliness is godliness.
Those worthy individuals who try in vain to improve
the apj>earance of the halls and rooms of Louisburg
College should send a few of the guilty characters to
the Army. There they would place every bit of paper,
cigarette stub, or match in the proper receptacle. They
would also make their beds as tight as drums, sweep the
floor at least four or five times, and arrange everything
ill a consistent order. Yes, the soldier falls for a piece
of paper on the floor of the barracks as if it were a gold
piece; and he does it with a smile and likes it, too.
Here’s some soldier slang:
Yardbird—an unstationed soldier, doing all in his
power to become a buck private.
Goldbricking—that is what I’m doing now; loafing
while tlie boys are drilling; and, listen j)hysical educa
tion class, when I say drilling I mean [)lodding through
dust for three or four hours at the time.
K. P.—the soldier’s nightmare, as he has all night to
think about the ])robability of being called for this
common duty bright and early next morning. One gets
dishpan hands, greasy garbs, etc., from this branch of
service, which is inevitable.
Louisburg College students at Bragg Keception Cen
ter—J. Wes Gentry, Burke Petty, and Joe Chase, ’4.3;
Willis Gupton, ’42; Wallace Chandler, ’41. Wallace
married just before entering the Army, said Stanley
Patten was at his wedding and that they had a
“time.” One can imagine that they did, if one knows
tliose two.
Stndent InteplucTes
3>eai ^cutUuf
I)( ‘ur Mom,
I’m looking out of the window now; and, as I see eve
ning birds and the crystal green of new spring buds,
1 think hack over the various letters I’ve written to
you. (iee, this is a changing world, isn’t it ? Just the last
letter was written while it was cold and damp and
dreary. Now I’ve come out of that world of sitting-on-
the-radiator and suddenly conie up against spring.
As usual, Mom, spring brings on all kinds of new
games; and I have scars to prove the fact. Only today
I i>layed baseball. I made out O.K., I think—or rather,
I thought. I have no less than three charley-horses, two
skinned elbows, and a swollen place on my leg where I
went all out for the team and stopped a hot grounder
with my shank. Why don’t they level that field, any
way? One boy stayed in the outfield for two innings.
He was playing for both teams, you know. You know,
but he didn’t.
Getting back on the serious side. Mom, I’ll say this:
Tilings have changed a lot. Some of my very best
friends have left for service; it really hurts to have
them yanked right out of school almost without warn
ing. They’re just boys, too, called to do a man’s job.
The boys still here never know how soon their next
letter will be marked “free.”
To close. I’ll quote from our recent Shakespearean
play production Tivelfth Night: “That that is, is.”
Well, since “That that is, is,” I can only be—
Your loving son,
Willie.
RxUlUu^ Stone
(Exchange Column)
Be a pleasure-giver!
“Everybody is able to give pleasure in some way.
One person may do it by coming into a room; another
by going out.” —Grapurchat, Radford College.
of Great iWcn”
There have always existed guiding principles in the
lives of young people whether they be great men of let
ters or the simple Grod-like individual living within the
coimmunity and giving to its way of life something of
the richness and fulness of his own.
In Dr. L. F. Kent the students of Louisburg College
found those qualities of clear and straightforward
understanding of youth and the subdued yet broad be
liefs of a personal creed which reached heights of Chris
tian living. His bigness of heart and goodness of nature
have given to those who have known him a richness of
being.
When speaking to the students in chapel hours, he
never failed to mix a bit of humor with his message, no
matter what the subject. His talks were made even
more interesting as he drew from the vast resources of
knowledge gained through a rich experience in travel
and reading.
On Sundays many will miss his stately figure read
ing some words of God or raising his voice to the
Very suitable for a time like this is—-
“In the spring a senior’s mind sadly turns to
thoughts of graduation. Xot that we won’t be glad to get
rid of you folks, but we won’t be so glad, either.”
—Lexipep, Lexington High School.
“Oh dear—is it too late
To wonder—if I’ll graduate?”
—Grapurchat, Radford College.
These nervy young people—
“My stock of shoes
Is getting lean;
May I borrow
Coupon Seventeen?”
—Lexipep, Lexington High School.
There’s a certain person who should recognize this:
“lie who winks with the eye makes trouble.”
—Boole of Praverbs.
great Cosmic Mind in prayer for preservation and
guidance for a world of misunderstanding and sorrow.
On the street corners and throughout the town his
sincere smile and greeting will be absent. Yet, in a
sense it seems too much to say that he is gone, for he
has so emplanted himself in the hearts of his friends
that his influence shall live on.
Because he felt that his services were needed more
elsewhere, he gave up the home, the friends, and the
position he had established for himself in this quiet
little town, to take up a new life where others needed
the contribution of his being. His very going was im
pressive, as the act of one led by divine guidance. Thus
the ending of his days at Louisburg was characteristic
of a great man—of Dr. Kent, honored and revered at
Louisburg College with many kind memories.
SPRING FEVER
A girl just entering training picks
up a record of one of her patients
and reads:
“Pulse, 70. Temperature, 98.6.
Respiration 20. Lazy feeling. Wants
to sleep late in the mornings. Has a
dreamy feeling. Gets tired very
easily.”
“My goodness, what does he have?
and will he live?”
Another student nurse answers:
“Girl, of course he will live. He has
just got spring fever!”
“What is that?”
“Haven’t you ever had spring
fever?”
“Xo, a light case of malaria fever
once; but I had temperature with it.
Is spring fever in any way like ma
laria fever?”
“Don’t be silly. Spring fever is
just something that comes in the
spring, that takes all the energ}' out
of you and makes you want to quit
everything.”
“I don’t think I have ever seen
anyone with spring fever before.”
“Well, I came from Louisburg
College; and practically everyone
there has it.”
—Ruth Pe^jram.
SPRING FANCY
Sj)ring is a time of the year in
which each of us likes to roam the
hillside. Perhaps a hike in the coun
try or a swim in the lake satisfies our
desires.
Different people like different
things. Some may like a restful after
noon under the shade of a green tree.
W^hile others may like the red glow
of a sunset with a green hillside sil
houetted against it. Some may like
the coolness of night with every star
seeming to shine bigger and brighter
than the other.
Nature does queer things with
what she possesses, putting flowers
of all kinds and breeds with the allur
ing aroma of their fragrance in the
valleys with the green grasses, and
putting the small animals of nature
to roam among them with not a wor
ry to disturb the peace and quietness
of their little w’orld.
Perhaps spring means so much to
us because it offers the peace and
quietness and stillness of the earth
that we all want to have sometimes.
What is more peaceful than a good
rest on top of a high cliff with the
sun shining down with all of its
ichness and endeavor to make things
si>ring up with the vast expansion of
livelihood.
Just to see the things that nature
can do with her power is something
to rejoice in, truly.
—Ellen Todd.
WIND
The mighty conqueror, oh, so strong,
Piijfed up, singing his conquering
song:
Beating off house tops, felling trees;
Cooling the tropics, fanning the seas!
Bringing on sadness, torture, and
fear;
Hut gentle at times, giving peace and
cheer.
—Joe Bkown.
GOD'S MIRACLE
I sit, arranging words, trying to
caress them into phrases for this
time of year.
What a pitiful plight that I can
not make you feel this surge of emo
tion stirred in me by God’s tinted
handiwork!
I saw' a squirrel the other morn
ing. As he moved by my window, he
so symbolized the tenderness of
spring that I knew not whether to
smile or cry.
A far-off enemy can bring on
strife, can put hatred in our hearts
against such wrong, can kill men;
but no bomb, no gun, no tank can
stop this flow of beauty, this yearly
rendezvous that trees and flowers
play at—God’s miracle of every
spring!
—Maurice Powers.
SPRING MAGIC
Spring! Did ever another word
carry with it so much color and love
liness ? All the little buds just burst
ing forth daring you to guess what
they have to offer to the picture of
spring! Look! there’s a red bird. Was
there ever such a lovely contrast of
colors: that flaming dart of red
against the green of the oaks?
—Louise Muse.
SPRING?
It’s spring, we hnoic, for April’s
here;
And yet there’s something we
sadly miss—
Something gone that brightened the
hue
Of tvondrous spring in its former
bliss.
We feel the warmth; yet there’ a
chill:
There’re sadness and heartbreak
and dearest loss—
From beings who neither see the
spring
Nor love love nor live—we bear a
cross.
—Mae jo Walker,
SH! irs A
MILITARY SECRET
When your eyes begin to sparkle,
.And your heart begins to jump,
iSh f It’s a 7nilitary secret!
When yo-ur lips begin to sing.
And your feet just want to dance,
Sh ! It’s a military secret!
What do you thinh it is?
If you know, don’t tell it,
’Cause it’s a military secret!
If you don’t know, then guess.
If you’re right. I’ll tell you,
’Cause then it’s no longer
.4 military secret:
You’re in love!
—Jilbette Medlin.
SPRING A-COMING
B irds a-singing.
Trees a-swaying,
Grass a-grcnving.
Flowers a-blooming.
Lassies a-smiling,
Lads a-wishing.
Springtime a-coming—
Boy! ain’t this world grand!
—Hugh W. Perry.:
CHILDREN OF THE
SPRING
Last winter everything seemed
dead. The cold and dripping rain
drops fell day after day upon the
w'indow pane; the dreary wind whis
tled through the crack of the window
and warned us that it was cold out
side.
Now spring is here and life begins
anew. April showers welcomed the
buds and flowers of this beautiful
May; the happy breeze is constantly
calling us out to enjoy the beauties
around us. Yes, w^e are children of
the spring, too—filled with a new
thought, a new hope, and a new light.
—Mary Elizabeth Midyette.
FAITH FROM THE
SPRINGTIME
It’s spring at last. The very buds
speak of life and freedom. I can but
look out across the campus and think
how thankful we should be for so
much contentment and beauty. I
envy those chirping little fellow's just
outside my window, expectantly pre
paring their homes for a new season.
How free they seem, and joyously
happy!
As I turn my face toward the west
where the last light tinges of sunset
are fading away to leave the fathom
less sky filled with stars, I know then
that I am not afraid of life, for these
things give life meaning. I know
that w'hatever obstacles our rising
generation may have to face, I shall
take and make my own.
—Connie Spivey.
Some people struggle in living;
while others live in a struggle.—
Nannie Fraser.
“The miner when on strike may be
a peril; the underminer always is a
peril.”