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Page Two COLUM S April 24, 1945 COIiUMM b VOI.UMK IV NUMBKR 6 l‘uhtinheil by Loi ihiii lui Cm.i.wiK Sti'KKNTh eight times during the collegiate year STAFF Editorial Kditor in Chief Afuociate editirr Maniiging editirr AnHstant managing editor NewH editor AHHintant neun editors CllAKI.OTTK UHiira Lamiii.i, Wathon Kakiiaka Tiiorho.n . Kay CiiAiipio.N MaK( KI.I.K Kl.\(i HAKIIAKA H(IWAKI). Hakom) Cakkoi.i, Feature editor Maky Stkowii Wakd Exchange editor Cakoi.yn Dkivkjj Kporta reportem. DoiHrriiY Camky, Mii.iikkd Bonky, TAi.MAiKiK La.ncahtkk. Sam Lkiikw tliHial rejmrter Ida Fka.nckh Likkky Ileliyioux reportem Aki.knk Cockkki.i., Makv Fka.nckk Oaki.y Literary editor Cakoi. Hksmknt HuRlnesH UuHinenH Manager Ci,ikk)KI) Cctkki.i, Photographic manager Stani.ky Lkwis Copy readers Hakiiaka Kat.ma.n. Gkack Lashitkk Typintn Pm;(;y Hoyd, Shk Uoiikm, Ddkotiiy Kk.n- NKIIY, I^OIISK MoKliA.N, MATTIK SNKKI), UdlWITIlY Edwakdh I'roof readem F'ka.vckh MKJtKiTT, Hki.k.v Tiiiii'K.\ Ida Lkk Wiiitk Make-up mamiger Mary Lkk Mod;kh AKuintant make-up manager.i Jkan Am-k.v, Kvki.y.n A.v.nk Gaukktt Circulation managers Huadi.ky Kckiiokk, ClIAKI.KH SkI.V.NKK, AI.I.Y.NK S.MITII Subscription rate for non-residents: for collegiate year, $1.00; single copy, 15c SCKIPTIIKP] Krioiv ye not that they which rim in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.—1 Corinthians 9:24. Tribute to Our Late President The. death of President Roosevelt affected us at Louisburg College as has been true of the whole nation—it has left us shocked and shaken. Posterity can only determine his place in the Viiatory of our country and the world, but we are all sure that he will go down as a beloved man, an honored statesman, a great humanitarian, the greatest American of his time, and the foremost of our great world citizens. May God place his guiding hand upon our nation at this most critical time and direct our new President with the divine spirit. May our new leader with those associated with him and with all of us find the way to the lasting peace that our late President longed for and worked for—to the last. Honesty First To make good grades is our natural aspiration as students. A’s and B’s look pretty on a report, but they should be honest A’s and B’s. Honesty should come first in everything—our exams, our everyday assignments, all phases of our campus life. Examinations should teach us what we do not know, so that we may know what is hard and learn it. If, beforehand, we have studied a copy of the exam, we are to take, can that exam teach us? Or can it teach us if we copy our an swers from available notes? And what has such a student made of himself? One cannot be a real honor student unless he is an honest student. We, on Louisburg College campus, cannot afford to tolerate cheating and dishonest deeds in any form. A little over four weeks remain of this college year. What record shall we write upon those weeks? We Know Good Sportsmanship Ever hear this: “Ready?” . . . “O.K. Wrong court. Second . . . alley.” “Show them the works, girl. . . . Wheel That’s all right. Who said she couldn’t serve?” ... Or this: “All set for the running high jump. O.K. First.” “Tough luck; lift that second foot. Come on, girl; you can do it this time. . . . Um-m! Groan! That was hard; but that foot was flying good and high, baby. Good enough!” Sure, every sport know's those lines by heart— the players pitching, losing, then winning; the real spectator’s good-natured, encouraging sup port. Sure, every’ sport knows those lines. They’re cooperation, teamship, true college spirit. They’re sportsmanship! Thanks to Miss Crisp For All That She Is A friend to all of us on Louisburg College cam pus and an in.spiring leader to all her students is the head of our physical education department —Miss Marjorie Crisp. With her charming smile and cheery words she goes about unconsciously spreading warmth and friendliness. It’s hard to frown or cry when meeting her ever-present optimism. It makes one smi'e and laugh even at troubles, to which she always gladly listens and for which she offers an encouraging solution. In Miss Crisp we feel we’ve a friend who’s interested in us, even in our petty everyday problems. Even when we knew we couldn’t possi bly sock a softball, make a basketball goal, score a touchdown, or hit a tennis ball, when we met Crisp’s smiling face and the sparkling chal lenge in her eyes, we had at least the inspiration to try—and often “try, try, again.” Admiring her true sportsmanship, we feel we too must be good sports—playing and watching —for she’s really a good sport in everyday life. We students see Miss Crisp as a personality to be admired, a per.son whom we respect and desire as a friend—a sterling character who has won our love for always. Help Those In Need All over the world today humanity is suffering as never before. People in war-torn countries are freezing to death, for there are few clothes. They are selling their most priceless possessions for articles of clothing. They are cold, hungry, tor tured people. They are suffering not only from physical agony but also mental and spiritual. Students like us are starving for books — for something of the intellectual to refresh their minds. They may be prisoners of war — maybe American prisoners — or maybe they are natives of a war-wrecked country, swept on by the trage dies of a world war. Whoever they may be, to whatever race they may belong, we Americans must send aid — and we will through the many drives now being sponsored all over our nation. In responding to the clothing drive and the WSSF drive being sponsored on our own campus, we may unite with our fellow Americans in helping suffering humanity. Let us give will ingly, freely, sacrificially—today, tomorrow, and all through this month of April. CDear W'liat a liu.shand I will make! Mom, yon should ■sec iti(‘ waiting' on tables. I haven’t done much of it yet, hut wait until the Y. W. ('. A. takes over! There is one thing 1 want to know—how is a guy to know when a girl has finished eating? She eats, .sto])3 to talk, eats, talks—and for five minutes she touches no food. Hy this titne 1 think she must be throtigh; so I reach for her ])late. There is my first mistake. She has not fitiished her potatoes and she wants another carrot. When she does finish and 1 take her j)late, 1 don’t raise it ([uite high enough; the glass of water is in the way—mistake number two! Then comes the dessert! Hut—I see no reason why .so much excite ment should be aroused becaus** eight oranges went rolling off the })latter down the dining hall. 1 hear the girls are planning a real May Day pro gram. 1 have seen them practice their dances, and I hear that one is thinking of asking Fred Astaire if he needs a new partner. Ah—Aliem ! uli-1 gue.ssed-you-received a-letter— from .Mr. Kilby. That’s what 1 gathered. .Vh— it wasn’t—so—good. Hut I am not on probation any more. 1 ho))e that’s some consolation ? Hut Mom, this is s))ring, and there are tennis, boxing, and baseball; and this is spring; and Mom, 1 just can’t study. I know I ])rond.sed, but—1 made water boy on the baseball team, and I am learning how to play tenius. 1 know; that won’t get me into Phi Theta. Mr. Kilby told me, too. Well, I’ll try once more, just for yours and l)ad‘s sak(‘s. —Willie. “Get a well-rounded education! By this, we mean enter into the life of the school, carry on the tradi tions of the college, take an active part in the fraterni ties and organizations, learn and practice at least three types of sports, and last but not least, take a part in the religious life of the campus and realize the greatest joy and pleasure you have ever experienced. Honesty is the brightest jewel that sparkles, dia- mond-like, in virtue's diadem of priceless and fadeless gems. The Young People's Friend. a.o[umn “Lank, where did you get that haircut?” “You've heard that song, ‘Smoke Gets in Your Eyes,’ haven't you? Well, I think smoke got in the barber’s eyes, and he cut most of my hair off." Eugene Emory (to the tune of “Don't Fence Me In”) : “Oh. give me love, lots of love in the social hall above.” Studeiit Intepludes “NEVER TURNED HIS BACK" In a speech when he became Presi dent, Roosevelt said that like a base ball player he could not hope to make a perfect batting record, but that he hoped to make a batting average that would be reasonable creditable. How creditable that average proved to be, millions would gratefully testify. Roosevelt entered a game, not for the immediate score; but often though knowing the odds to be against him, he was yet courageously willing to lose an immediate success in order to fight for the final goal. A man of spirit, stamina, and de termination, he held firmly to his purpose and. even when meeting re peated failure, seemed confident of final victory. His is an example of dedication to worthy purposes and of cheerful perseverance in striving to realize them — a batting average more than reasonably creditable. — Harold Carroll in Collaboration. THE PRIVATE FIRST CLASS He was dressed in the familiar brown khaki of the United States Army. He was of no great height, but his weight was equally distributed over his body, and he looked every inch a man! The broad shoulders were held perfectly straight, making his coat fit like a glove. His overseas cap was set at a jaunty angle on his fair hair, curly and unruly; and the golden braid that ran around the edge glistened like a string of fire. The buttons on his coat sparkled like newfallen dew in the early morning sun, and the new white stripe stood out like a new moon against a black sky. His campaign ribbon was pinned proudly to his chest, and he walked with a springing gait. He was a pri vate first class in the United States Army. Fred Davis (six months or so past when he wrote these words as he imbibed a bit of Chaucer’s “Merrie Engrland” from The Can terbury Tales, he was a fellow student: now he has become in part the description that he created, for he is at Camp Robinson, Arkansas one more of our privates in khaki). YOUTH IN THE WORLD TODAY The youth of today has a problem tc face. This problem is facing the world of tomorrow. . . . The youth of today wants a brighter world of tomorrow, a sky, washed with rain removing all stains of smoke, the ground of blood, A free world tomor row will be the making of youth in our world today. Frances Hedden. SPRING FEVER Oh Spring! Wonderful Spring! That time of year when a young man's fancy turns from his school books to the more pleasant tasks of enjoying the birds, the green grass, and the new foliage on the trees! He begins to long to be outside in the woods, in swimming, or any where but in the classroom. What does he usually do about his longing to be outside? Why, he does nothing, of course, because he has spring fever; and who ever heard of anybody's doing anything at all when he had spring fever? The spring fever victim usually decides that, ii he were outside, he would prob ably get under a tree and sleep; so he sits in class and dreams of being asleep under a nice big oak tree. No, hfc is asleep in a hard classroom chair. So he goes all through the spring, just dreaming of being out side close to nature. —Eugene Smith. ARE WE AWARE? Are we taking things that happen in our everyday life for granted? Yes, I think we take too many things for granted—things that should not be taken for granted, for instance the sun that lights our world during the day. During the time we have lived in this world we have seen the sun come up in the morning and go down at night; so we just take it for granted that it will keep on as long as we live. I hope that in the years to come we, ar. the younger generation, will come to realize more and more what we have in our world and how we can best be grateful. —Earline Whitehurst. “Everyone must remember that anything in life that is worthwhile is worth working for. —Janice Trebechon. TRIBUTE I stood in the hall of fame and looked around me with intensity. Sunlight shone through the windows as a holy light and all the world wa.s hushed with awe. I gazed at the faces of the great around me— Men who had known fame and for tune, Joy and sorrow, success and failure. Suddenly I saw a w'ondrous face— A face smiling faintly with a distant look in the deep and thoughtful eyes. There were lines about the temples. And the hair was whitening. There were lines of toil and strain. But underneath those lines I saw strength and kindness of a great world leader. From out of nowhere. I heard as if echoes of days just past: The Atlantic Charter—the Dumbar ton Oaks Proposals— Stalin — Churchill — The Big Three A prayer on V-Day — and a greater prayer tor the end of the strife— Achievements of a leader no longer ours. From him I gatheied strength, as thousands had done before— And slowly, reverently, I left the presence of a great-souman. —Barbara Thorson. MOONLIGHT AT LOUISBURG A golden mass of heavenly light. The twinkling of the stars. The croaking voices of distant frogs. That still, crisp lull of atmosphere. An occasional soft, gentle breeze astir, A happy whistling tune of one homeward bound. The powerhouse pump with its thumping sound. The humming motor of a passing plane. An unknown night bird's echoed re frain. The vigilant bark of a watchful dog— All: Louisburg on a moonlight night. —Arlene Cockrell. THE OCEAN Did you ever take a walk by the ocean To see what wondrous treasures you could find? Did you ever watch the ships sail on the water Like sea gulls gliding smoothly through the air? Did you ever stop to think about how proudly The ocean casts its waves upon the shore? Then thank our God for giving us an ocean With gentle murmurs and a mighty roar? —Louise Oden. WHEN CHILDREN PLAY I hear the ring of happy children’s voices As eagerly they rush to greet the day From classroom studies. How my heart rejoices To see them drop their books and run to play! I hear the sound of happy children playing. Above the noise of war and world ly strife. While principalities around are sway ing About to topple down, they play jack-knife. The road ahead of me is far from clear. The future way is dim; but, come what may, The world is sweet as long as I can hear The sound of children laughing at their play. —Carol Bessent. LIFE Life is a series of events intri cately woven together to form a pat tern. We are the weavers; the lives we live each day are the threads of wool or material; the thoughts we have and the deeds we do are the dye which color our pattern, while our aspirations, hopes, and dreams give it tjexture. It is ours to weave the most beau tiful pattern we can of the material the Master has given us. —Carol Bessent.
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