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Page Two COLUMNS May 23, 1945 coluMm b VOLUME IV NUMBKR 7 I‘ubH»hed by Loi ihih iu; Coi.i.mik Sti iikntm eight tiinen during the collegiate year STAFF Kditorial Editor in Chief Ansociate editor . Managing editor . . As»i»tant managing editor . \’ew> editor Ansintant newn editorn Feature editor . CllAKI.OTTB UhIII‘31 LA.vfiii.i, Watho.n Bakiiaka Thorbon Kay Champion M.uu'Ki.i.k King FSakhaka Howard. Hakoi.I) Cakkoi.i. Maky Sthowi) Warii Kxchange editor Cakoi.yn Drivi.:r ttportH rei>orters SfM'Utl reporter . Heligious reporter Literary editor Dokotiiv Cahky, Mii.dkm) Bonky, Tai.maik;k La.xcahtkk IiiA Fkanck.h Lihkky Maky Fkanckh Oaki.ky Cakoi. Bkhhk.vt Kusineas HuHinenH munnger .John Pkkky I’hotographic maruiger Sta.ni.ky Lkwis Copy readem Bakiiaka Katma.v, Grack Lahhitkk Typintn PwMiY Boyd. Bi.ancmk Caktkk, MoI.I.IK FKAKI.\(i, Sl K H011H.S. Ktta Mak I’KICK, I.MfMiK.NK RaMHKY. Ki.AINK WllITK Froof readem FKA.\fi-ji Mf:KKiiT, Hki.kn Tiikipk.n Ida Lkk Wiiitk Make-up manager Mary Lkk Hoimikh Ansintant make-up managerx Jean Ai.i.kn, Kvki.yn Annk Garkktt Circulation managers Bradi.ky Kckhokf, Chaki.kh Skinnkk, Ai.i.ynk Smith Subscription rate for non-reBidents: for collegiate year, $1.00; single copy, 15c Appreciation of May Day The recent crowning of May Queen Mary Goodwin by Maid of Honor Vivian Creech was a festive occasion for all. In reco^ition of the charm of the May feta i Columns offers congratulations—to the queen, the maid, the attendants, and all the performers in all events. Also, in equally hearty manner goes appreciation to all who contributed tow'ard the success of the occasion: Miss Crisp, the effi cient, untiring director; Dorothy Casey, success ful chairman of committees and president of the sponsoring club; all committee workers and ndividual helpers. On every hand there have been expressions of appreciation of the event and recognition of its rare effectiveness and beauty. It was indeed fitting that this May Day festi val be an usual success, for it was presenting and honoring Alma Mater, with her noble past and her earnest present dreams for the future. Stiitlent Interludes SCRIPTURE Whe7i I became a man, I jmt aivay childish things."—I Corinthians 13:11. Student Government: Symbol of Democracy As mankind has marched forward, there have come many advances in democratic civilization. One of the outstanding advances has been in the field of education. In years gone by, education was a rare and prized achievement, which men strove to obtain. Along with the march forward in education, has come an ever insistent voice among some faculty groups and students for greater liber ality in discipline. Out of this agitation, has grown the comparatively recent idea of student government. At first many educators looked on such democracy as the beginning of the end for our educational system, but much to their sur prise it was the beginning of a new era in edu cational history. Students became more satis fied with their schools, and their conduct im proved accordingly. Since this beginning, stu dent government has progressed; and today there are well organized student - government activities. To the newly elected members of the Louis- burg College Student Government for the year 1945-1946 we wish a year of fruitful activity, and we give to them our heartiest congratula tions. May we offer them this reminder: They are holding in their hands a sacred trust, put there by men like Thomas Arnold, formerly head master of Rugby, and students many years past who have fought for due recognition of stu dents’ rights. May they not break this trust p'aced in their hands. Theirs it is for a year—to carry on and to hold high. A Hope of the World Today assembled at San Francisco are repre sentatives of forty-six nations of the world of nearly every race, color, and creed on the earth. They are there to work out a security organiza tion that will promote and keep peace in the world for many generations to come. These men have assembled in good faith, with the hopes and prayers of the downtrodden of the earth behind them. There are many basic con troversies to be worked out before the nations can come to a clear understanding of one an other. Many problems face them, the settlement of which will be the test as to the sincerity and value of the conference. By now we can see that they are being weighed with a conscientious effort on the part of the delegates to work out an organization by which war may be outlawed for time without end. It is our duty as American college students, closely to follow this conference through the newspapers and on the radio. Much of our own destiny will be determined by the outcome of this meeting. We should study the proposals and problems individually and not accept loosely constructed opinions as to Amer ica’s position on the different issues. The best moral that we can put before us at this time is that no side is all right and the other all wrong, that two wrongs do not make a right, but that a compromise often leads to solidarity. Study Now, Play Later Study, tomorrow’s lessons, and that coming test are furthest from our thoughts in spring time when we had rather turn to lighter things: the beautiful out of doors beyond our window, next summer’s vacation. With a minimum of time till exams perhaps we’d better recapture these stealing thoughts and set our minds to studying these last few days. The coming grades will be final grades— for seniors, the last records they will leave at Louisburg College. Some of those mid-semester grades would hardly look good as finals. Let’s make our last days really count; let’s make our final records really good. CDear 0’amiLij Dear Mom: Can I wait? May 28! and I will be free again! Ima gine!?! No books, no rules, no allowance on which to try not to overdraw, no nothing! I can hardly wait. With my first check I want a new slack suit, a tennis racket, a boxing glove set, some red trunks, and I want to make a down payment on a convertible. By the way, did I tell you I am going to be a soda jerker at Mike’s Drug Store this summer? Do you not think I have done better this month? Any way, I didn’t ask for any more money; I merely said it would be nice to have five dollars to get an Evening in Paris set tor my girl for graduation, and she would have to have a corsage to wear to the last formal dance, and could I help it if you decided at this time to send me ten dollars? When 1 Ket home. Mom. could you have ham and pan cakes (with real butter! maybe?—Don’t tKJther to give me slaw or sweet potatoes) and fried chicken, and hot coffee, and—well, you know the rest. Mom, I have to stay up until eleven or twelve every night here. That’s the only way I can get my studying done. We Ijave elected a good student council. I've been think ing I ought to take the council more seriously next year. 1 think I've been a little adolescent, high-school like at times this year. I guess I had better hurry to bed and stay out of mischief brewing in the hall. Lovingly, Willie. And we complain about having to give up a few cents at the bookstore to aid these worthy Chinese students: “This migration of colleges is something you have all heard and read about many times. So have I. Now I have seen it with my own eyes, and 1 see the human beings that are involved. I see the mud and bamboo jhacks these kids live in. I say, 'No, thanks,' when they offer the peanuts, because I know they have paid ten dollars for a handful of rice, flavored with vegetables, that the government gives them.” Motive. Here’s a substitute for that trite "Guess I’d better close for now": “So as the needle said to the thread. . . . ‘sew long’ The Twig, Meredith College. (2o[umn Economics Student: "Mr. Kilby, where is the Stock Exchange in Raleigh?" Mr. Kilby; “Let me see—I think it’s—it’s—. Yes, that’s where it is.” Sam Lehew in answer to Watt's question of "How're you feeling this morning?” " 'Bout half and half—half asleep and halt awake.” L. Watson: “I wish I was a conscientious English student.” J. Allen: “I wish you were, too." MOTHER’S SUNSHINE Though the day seemed so gloomy- The clouds overhead were dark— Suddenly through the darkness I saw a faint light spot— Small at first, then spreading Till soon the cloud grew light. Just a little ray of sunshine That had come stealing through To lighten up the darkness and Make my gray skies blue. Now, as I think of my mother, I see her like that little ray: When there are clouds that appear All gloomy and dark and gray. Mother comes with a lovely smile That spreads like sunshine all while. Lighting up all dark places, With cheery words of warmth re placing Sadness in my heart. Whatever the trouble. Mother can solve it. Whether a broken doll or a broken heart. Just her smile can change the darkest scene Make the fears and gloom and grief depart. —Charlotte Usher. the A POETS EYES Thou hast a poet's eyes, for they are deep With knowledge far beyond thy tender years; .\nd dreamy with a million quivering dreams. Yet sad, as if thy heart held unshed tears. I feel, wherever thy sweet glance is cast. Beauty is boin, for knowing thee, I know Thou seest all with such a pure de light That evil flees and goodness seems to grow. Were I to dare to fathom thy blue depths, O' lovely eyes. Such wondrous dreams, such right though there— I'd find That 1 would be content to dwell for ever in thy light. Leaving the world behind. —Carol Bessent. TO DO WELL IS NOT ENOUGH We go through life, ever working, sver striving forward to a goal, and dreaming of the day when we shall attain it and be satisfied. How evil a thought! How wrong we are! for sat isfaction at the end of a struggle means nothing more and nothing less than an end of all success. Two often we stop and say. "I've done my best. That’s all I can do, and I'm satisfied. " That is the consola tion we g.ve ourselves, but every time we know inside, “I could have done a little better." Never yet has anything been under taken that could not have been done more nearly perfectly. Don't stop! Fight on! We have too much to do to live our aspirations jnly half way through the battle. —Barbara Howard. Question on a European history test: “Give three reasons for the failure of Emperor Napoleon III." One answer received: ‘‘The people disliked him internally but liked him externally. Reading Survey has served really to illuminate the editorial when a student reveals having learned that one of the purposes of an editorial is “to eliminate the news.” SPRING vs. STUDIES Now that spring has really come .and we at Louisburg have begun to believe that we are in India amidst the portrayal of Bromfield’s The Raijin Cavie, we must not let spring fever seep into our blood streams and cause a drop in our scholastic preparations. Of course, it’s great to play tennis or baseball all afternoon in the wonderful sunshine after having survived a rath er long winter; but it’s also great to have that self-assurance and pride in ourselves that we didn't lag along at the close of the year. When we fold in that last shirtwaist, pack in those few cherished books, throw in the ten nis racket and toothbrush, and put in those favorite photographs that have kept us company all winter—if then we can have thoughts of self-satisfac tion within our own minds that we did our best up to the last, we will have scored one point for ourselves in 1945. Not only do we owe this loyalty to our parents who made it possible for us to secure an education, but we owe this loyalty to ourselves and to our col lege as well. Health, wealth, luxuries, our loved ones, and other worldly goods may be taken from us; but there is one intangible part of us that can not be taken away: an intellectual treasure once it is stored away. —Arlene Cockrell. TO MOTHER ON MOTHER’S DAY For the days gone by and the years to come All my thoughts and wishes I'd put into one. And think of you now, my mother dear. Longingly wishing that you were here. Although you are distant by many a long mile. In all beautiful things I see your smile. Often, when I’ve wished to flee fears and hide. You have seemed comfortingly near my side. Tonight with lights low and stars seeming near I’m offering a prayer for you. Mother dear. —Eugene Emory. MY MOTHER I can see my Mother very clear tonight As she’s rocking quietly in her easy chair, Witl^ hands folded still and graceful on her lap And the silver sparkling lively in her hair. I can hear her humming softly, too, this night The hymns she loves to sing and those I love to hear; There is a look of quiet and peace on her loved face As she rocks to and fro—my Mother ever dear. —Louise Oden. LIFE’S CHALLENGE It's not the things we hope of doing; It’s the things we do! It’s not what we want to be; It’s what we are! It’s not the thought of receiving; It’s the beauty of giving! It’s not the critical tongue. But the slightest praise from the heart! Not the way we knew to do the task; But the way we did it! It’s not the part we hoped to play; It’s the part we actually live! It’s not the luxuries of the world. But the simple, wholesome side! It’s not the snarl from the lips; But always the kindly word! It's not the gloomy, sour expression; But the cheerful, winning smile! It’s not the commanding voice; It’s the tactful “Will you please”! —That make life beautiful. That make life worthwhile. —Arlene Cockrell. GOD IS MY WORLD My eyes search the heavens, the earth, the sea, and my heart within me soundeth forth such loud praises in Thy honor that this earthly shell seems too small to hold such gladness and joy. My heart longs for wings to fly through the boundless blue, spreading Thy word everywhere. I long for Thee, O God—long to feel Thy presence ever near me, long to know that my hand, reaching forth, is placed in Thine, and that forever I may walk through joy and sorrow, smiles and tears, war and peace through life into eternity—with Thee. —Carol Bessent. YOU ARE PART OF ME Sometimes when we are far apart, I find something that was a part Of you when you were here And put it with the part of me That is you— And for a few ecstatic moments I am whole again. Now that you are gone. And I know you will not return— I could lose myself in sorrow and tears; But I remember what you said The last time I saw you: You took my face between your hands Your eyes were pools of night And you said in a soft, clear voice: “Never forget that wherever I am, whatever I am doing I am thinking of you, and I myself am you.” Perhaps that is why, today, I can smile and be whole— Even tho’ you will not return— Because I know that you are still a part of me. —Barbara Thorson.
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