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COLUMNS
October 28, 1944
COliUMM
VOLUME IV
NUMBER 1
I’ubliihed by Louihburo CoixraiE Stuiie.nts eight
times during the collegiate year
STAFF
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Editor-in-Chief Chablotte Usiieb
Amociate Rditor Bob Bikle
Managing Editor Barbara Tuobson
Aisistant Managing Editor Barbara Howard
News Editor Mii-dbed Parks
Assistant News Editors
Marcki.i.e Kisn, Haboi.d Carboij-, Bill Moon
Feature Editors
Mary Stbowd Ward, Lascill Watson
Exchange Editor Cabolys Driver
Sports Reporters ...Dorothy Casey, Mildred Boney
Talmadoe Lancastfji, Cecil Strowu
Social Reporters
Kay Champion, Ida Frances Lihkey
Religious Reporters
Mary Fbancm Oaklet, Catherine Cooke
Literary Editor Carol Behsent
Business
Business Manager Fked Davis
Assistant Business Managers
Marie Barco, Bird Ramsey
Photographic Manager Stanley Lewis
Copy Readers Barbara Eatman, Grace Lahhitkj{
Typists Moli.ie Fearing, Sue Hobbs
Louise Morgan, John Perry, Mattie Sneed
Proof Readers Frances Merritt, Ida Lee White
Make-up Manager Mary Lee Hodoeh
Assistant Make-up Managers
Jean Allen, Evelyn Ann Garrett
Circulation Managers
Samuel Lehew, Allyne Smith
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Let’s Go to Church Sunday
Here at Louisburg we look upon ourselves as
one big family. Traveling through the days of
the year together brings us to feel proud of our
college family.
To develop this family feeling, there is one
important thing we must do: that is, meet on
common ground. Sunday school and church are
two-of the places where all may meet on common
ground. There is no place where the feeling of
unity can be truer than there.
We are all proud of our home and folks—a fact
proved by our eagerness to get back and see
them. Now, can you imagine being at home and
not going to church on Sunday to be just as
important as work on Monday.
If any student protests that he does not enjoy
going to church and Sunday school, he should
get out his Emily Post. Miss Post says it is
impolite for a person to tell a preacher he en
joyed his sermon. This recognized authority
says we do not go to church for enjoyment, but
for inspiration.
In the light of this viewpoint, shall we not go
down the hill to Sunday school and church next
Sunday?
Columns Begins Fourth Year
An expression of student thought. Columns
begins its fourth year. We, the fourth staff,
look back upon the achievements of former staff
members with pride; and we look forward to a
year of hoped-for achievements, with no depend
ence upon chance or luck but upon determina
tion and hard work. We wish ours to be a publi
cation to record thoughts in students’ minds,
ideals in students hearts; we wish ours to be a
publication to find its way into students’ minds
and hearts. May it be a real contribution to our
campus—our, everybody’s. Columns.
SCRII’TURE THOUGHT
Be strong and of good courage; he not afraid,
neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God
is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
Joshua 1:9.
Stmdent Intertaies
FIRST IMPRESSION
OF MY COLLEGE
Why were the numerous halls,
winding stairways, and enormous
doors the object of my glance when
I first saw Louisburg College? It
came to my mind that these were
part of Louisburg College: namely,
the doors and halls of learning that
led up the stairs of knowledge to a
higher step in life success.—Mildred
Boney.
I had always thought college life
tends to weaken a student’s Chris
tian faith, but here at Louisburg I
have found just the opposite to be
true.—Betty Cash.
One of the first impressions of my
college was the necessity of hard
studying. I could see offhand that
nothing was going to be handed to
me unless I worked for it. — Russell
Clay.
As my father and I rode toward
the monument in front of Louisburg
College, many thoughts ran through
my mind. ... I looked through the
big oak trees on the campus and
saw two large brick buildings. Xu
front of the largest was a large
flight of steps. Seated on these were
about thirty-five girls and about fif
teen boys. Then all at once the
thought came to me that I would
like my college. . . . After my father
left, I realized I was on my own,
and the time had come for me to
start making friends and depending
on myself.—Junius Creech.
“Through the Changing Years Abide”
Alma Mater through the years abides. To
Louisburg alumni the staff of COLUMNS on
behalf of the entire student body extends a
hearty welcome. Probably some changes will be
found in Alma Mater; yet surely these dormi
tories, halls, and classrooms, though now filled
with unfamiliar faces, still enshrine sacred
memories of past experiences here. Some class
mates will not be privileged to return, but in
their thoughts they doubtless will be here, with
appreciation of their life here and with glad
ness for those present this Homecoming occa
sion. We of the present student generation too
are glad that we share a life and a love with
former students symbolized in “stalwart col
umns pointing heavenward,” toward “the way
of life”—a “growing light,” “our inspiration.”
Silence is Golden
There have been, of late, several complaints
about unnecessary disturbance in the library.
Are we willing to admit such failure in self-
discipline that privileges must be denied in
order to insure order and quiet in our library ?
Many students find in the library a refuge
from unfavorable study conditions in their rooms,
If the library becomes disorderly and noisy,
where then can these people study?
Strict enforcement of rules is hardly a satis
factory way to eliminate disturbances from the
library. There is only one means by which this
end can be honorably achieved—co-operation.
We are no longer in high school. We are in
college and should act accordingly. Considera
tion of the other fellow is our one justifiable
course.
Adopting that attitude, we can hope to
achieve the desired silence in our library.
Dear Mom,
You know something. Mom? College life isn’t
so bad after all. We are being worked and given
tests though! Do you know what? One of my
friends took a test the other day that he was
told he couldn’t fail. (Why can’t all the teachers
do that?) It had something to do with getting
on the staff of the paper; I don’t know what.
About that extra money you had to wire me.
You seemed to think I am here having only a
good time and studying none. I don’t believe I
am wasting Dad’s money. You know, I heard a
senior say the other day the students this year
seem to be studying more than did those of last
year.
There are some of the cutest girls here! The
junior girls can’t go to the show at night, yet. I
asked a semior the other night if she would go
with me. She couldn’t because I asked her too
late. You see, the girls have to sign in the Dean’s
office by a certain time. Well, maybe I will learn.
I am also trying to remember not to talk to
girls when they are looking out the window or
when it isn’t socializing hour, because I don’t
want to be the reason for a girl’s getting into
trouble.
Well, Mom, I guess I had better wash up. By
the way, do you think boys should wear coats
to supper? Should girls wear kerchiefs to break
fast? Your confused son,
WILLIE.
Here in college, living with thirty
other boys in a dormitory [I find it]
very hard to get down to studying.
F'or example, some night when you
are getting ready to write a theme
or read your history lesson you will
hear a knock on the door that
sounds like the invasion of Europe;
you know that Jimmy Flythe is at
the door ... he just walks on in.
Then ... he asks you to go with
him to the show, and you say, “I
am sorry, but I have to write a
theme in English for Thursday.”
Then he slaps you on the back and
says, “Come on; you can do that
some other time.”—Eugene Emory.
I thought the old students would
try to take advantage of the fresh
men, but I have found the students
just the opposite. They strive to aid
one another to their best ability.—
Floyd Evans. (Asked in an inter
view what feeling he had when he
first saw the columns of Main, he
remarked, “I had a feeling of rever
ence.”)
(Exchange Column)
Respect for the Bulletin Board
A bulletin board as a medium of information
merits respect and attention. Does our bulletin
board receive what is due it? Hardly so, when
we see it cluttered up, as it sometimes has been,
with announcements drawling almost ancient
news (one notice remained on the bulletin board
from the week following orientation until the
fourth week of the year, having repeatedly
fallen to the floor and finally, it seems, having
found its way to the waste basket.) Few, an
nouncements hold attention and are of value for
such a length of time, and surely days old pack
age lists are of that number. Lack of proper
attention to announcements may result from
the way in which a notice appears; written care
lessly; attached to the bulletin board on top of
an old announcement, with three corners dan
gling, the only one left being fastened by a
This might well apply to Louisburg:
The goal is knowledge: “Higher Education
has a mission this year—and the grade is not the
goal.”—The Intercollegian.
“Shortage of labor may inconvenience us
seriously but there’s a pleasant way around that
“obstacle course” when “good fellows get to
gether” as at Campbell College.
—Creek Pebbles, Campbell College.
Knowledge is an excellent quality, but friends
to share it with you lead to richer life.”
—The Tivig, Meredith College.
tack taken from some other notice left to wear
I and tear. ,
j Also, what are we doing about our patriotic
duty not to waste? A shortage of tacks? We
know there is. Shouldn’t we pick up those tacks
that are dropped when announcements are
changed? Besides, what serious results they
could cause if they ended in an unlucky some
body’s foot!
So we see our bulletin board! Could it talk,
our ears would probably be burning with the
reproach uttered.
Announcers, let us be careful with our an
nouncements! They make or spoil the bulletin
board.
In college life, I think one gets
out of it what he puts into it. I
have also learned, the more things
one takes a part in, the happier he
is. I have had to force myself to do
many things since I came to Louis
burg College, but now I am actually
enjoying some of these things I
thought I hated.—Cornell Honeycutt.
I can hardly remember the day
I first saw Louisburg College. I
can vaguely remember riding up to
the front of the main building, and
thinking how wonderful it must be
to go to college, I was then ten years
old.
Everyone seemed so friendly and
generous that I was made very hap
py and left with the impression that
Louisburg College was a small school
with a big heart.—Martha Kime.
AN OAK TREE
There’s something about an oak tree,
A something I cannot explain:
Its shadows long in sunlight.
Or the way it looks after rain,
The way its arms reach upward
For God in the heavens blue—
Yes, there’s something about an oak
tree
That thrills me, through and
through
—Cakol Bessent.
THE COLUMNS
As I look at those huge eolumns,
standing tall and straight and un
scathed in all the splendor of their
gothic beauty, I feel, welling within
my heart, love and pride and the
courage to face new worlds. Their
beauty is a beauty to touch one’s
soul and to cleanse and strengthen
that soul by the touch. To me they
are as monuments—not monuments
of much-sung heroes or their deeds,
but monuments of shelter, love, and
comfort. From these monuments I
gather my hopes, and in them I find
the determination and courage to ac
complish my dreams.
—Barbara Thohson.
of going to Raleigh, getting my bag
gage, and going home or to another
college.—George Long.
During orientation I was constant
ly wondering what would happen
next; so, when the bell would ring,
I would follow the crowd. More than
likely I would end up in the right
place. Well, that is the way things
went for three days, and on the
fourth day, classes began.
I was a little scared, of course,
because I just could not help think
ing how tragic it would be to me
if I were to fail. I wondered whether
almost everybody had the same feel
ings as I did. I knew I had to over
come my homesickness before I
would begin concentrating on my
responsibilities and the jobs that 1
was expected to do.—Allene Phil
lips.
’ When I was nine years old, my
oldest sister entered college as a stu
dent, and took me there with her
several times. She introduced me to
the faculty and many of her friends.
I remember when I would sit on
Miss Stipe’s knee and beg her for
nickels so that I could run down to
the book room and get an ice cream
cone. She would give me apples and
oranges. I am glad this happened,
because since then. Miss Stipe has
been one of my best friends, and I
consider her one of my finest.—
Fenner Spivey.
First impressions: Tall massive
columns fronted the main building,
producing a feeling of awe. Large
oaks stood boldly in their places on
the campus—trees which looked as
if they would be perfect, rugged sol
diers in a hurricane of life or paths
of war. Happy squirrels darted from
rock to rock and tree to tree.—
Grace Lassiter.
I arrived at Louisburg about nine
o’clock [at night]. I had ridden
through rain and wind. When I saw
the college ... I felt low in spirit, and
I judged the college by the way
I felt.
I did not receive my baggage for
three days. I was very much in favoi
My first impressions of college
were a bag of surprises. Arriving
late on a foggy, drizzling night, I
walked through the Louisburg gates
into a new life, both in environ
ment and actuality. That night’s hazy
meeting with a friendly, aiding dean
and its shared lodging with two
seniors were my first tastes of an
ever-prevalent characteristic of
Louisburg College — friendliness.—
Helen Thigpen.
The columns that supported the
building showed strength and sturdi
ness, and I hoped to have these
qualities after the excellent training
1 knew I would receive during my
stay at the college. As I walked up
the long flight of step-up, up, and up
—they gave me a strange feeling,
a thrill, something I had never ex
perienced before in my life. I was
going into a higher step of my edu
cation.—Janice Trebuchon.
I had to stand in line for about
an hour to get my post oflice box;
then I had to stand in another line
for another hour to pay my tuition.
By that time my feet were beginning
to get cold, and my disposition was
beginning to change.
When supper _was over, my spir
its began to soar; and I began to
feel much better about staying
here.—Ida Lee White.