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PAGE TWO COLUMNS OCTOBER, 1951 COLUMNS VOLUME XI NUMBER 1 Published by Louisburg College Students STAFF OF COLUMNS Editor-in-chief «MMY WILLIS Associate Editor JEANETTE MILLER Business Manager HARVEY JOHNSON Asst. Business Mgr. PAUL BUNN Feature Editor MARVIN JORDAN News Manager Reporters JACKIE HALL, RUDOLFO P mIER Y TERAN, nancy STREET- , MAN, PHYLLIS BAILEY, PHILLIP JOHNSON, ED DRIVER, SIDNEY EPPERSON, RUBY RIGGAN. Make-up Manager THELBERT WHITT Editors Subscription rate for non-residents for collegiate year, $1.00 NOISE! NOISE! Lately, there have been several com plaints of unnecessary noise in the halls and in the ro'oms directly above the class rooms. On several occassions, these dis turbances have been loud enough to cause distraction in the classrooms. It is assumed that these students who exhibit their rowdiness do not want them selves or their deeds brought to light; yet, they have been intermittently informed of the conflicts that they are causing. To publicly expose these offenders is by no means a way to eliminate these disturbanc es. Only by complete cooperation may any satisfactory agreement be reached. We must remember that we are now in college and that our conduct should be in accord with that level. To fall below this set standard is entirely discrediting. By recognizing the preceding, we should strive to reform.—J. M. W. SCRIPTURE Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy gettinig get understanding.—Prov. 4:7. WELCOME, FRESHMEN! Columns extends to you, the new stu dents of Louisburg, a hearty welcome! Welcome to our friendly campus with its stately oaks and graceful columns and to the different phases of student life. We want you to be as much a part of our cam pus as anyone of these permanent remind ers. The doors of Knowledge will constant ly be opened to you during your so j urn at this college. Each of you is faced with this new and exciting challenge. May yo have the power to grasp the many opportunities of this new life and to make the most of them and, afterwards in passing, carry with you the riches of Knowledge and ex perience gained here at Louisburg. Here’s to a successful year for each of you.—J. M. W. NEW LOOK From the standpoint of a senior, life at Louisburg is not what it used to be. The first week of school was calm and quiet. The juniors did not seem to have the life and energy of their predecessors, but that idea was soon falsified. We had been here only a short time when we had a fire scare. Since then we have had several cases of theft and endless excite ment. The first weekend that the girls were allowed to go home, the girls who re mained on campus made their own amuse ment by short sheeting all of the beds, swapping shoes from one closet to another, and hiding books. The junior girls have proved themselves to be even more mis chievous than the junior girls of last year. From all reports, life in the boy’s dorm is somewhat different, too. The boys had a lot of fun last year, but they did not have such sound sleepers. There has been a lot of fun at the expense of one of the boys who sleeps so soundly that being car ried all over the dorm, upstairs and down, did not even disturb him. There nave been the traditional water fights in boys’ and girls’ dorms. Things are not dull, no matter what point of view one takes. Life at Louisburg is not what is used to be, but the students next year will prob ably see even more difference in campus life.—J. M.M. Student Features COLLEGE College entrance is an import ant step in the life of every stu dent. For many, it is the first break from home; for all, it means an adjustment to new methods of work and new standards, as well as more complex human relation ships. A boy might find it hard to adjust himself to sharing a room with a person whom he has never seen before, whose tastes, interests, and study habits may be different from his own. I found upon my arrival at col lege a nice layout of buildings, comfortable class rooms, good teachers, and a pleasant atmos phere. I met many people who will be jny life-long friends. The wealth of friendship we find in the as sociation with other people is ever lasting. All is not work at college. Many clubs and organizations offer very pleasing extra-curricular activities. These organizations offer a great deal of training in citizenship. What do I want to be? That question is what brings most of ually know what our life’s work will be. The schools and colleges have a great responsibility in helping young people answer this question. I believe it is the aim of all the schools to help the stu dent develop his individual tal ents. I believe pach one of us will leave college with a better under standing of life. We will also know how to be a more useful person to ourselves and society. Colleges are maintained so tliat people may learn to live life to its utmost in joy and service. —^Jackie Williams Army Life For Me? “Jackson!” “Here, Sir!” “Jennings!” “Here, Sir!” “Jones!” “Here, Sir!” “Jordan! . . Jordan! Jor dan!” “Come on, Jordan, sound off when your name is called! I have to call your name three times every day, Jordan! You’d better us to college. Not many of us act- start speaking up!” Sergeant Grif fin was really heated up that morning and he was taking out his anger on the trainees. “He’s deaf. Sergeant!” one of the trainees spoke out. “Shut up, Soldier! I’ll do the talking around here! At ease, Men! The Lieutenant has a few words to say to you!”, said Grif fin still shouting from the top of his lungs. So, tliis was army life. I didn’t know much about it, except that I didn’t like it. How I had ever got into this deal in the first place was beyond me. It was just like a terrible nightmare from which I couldn’t awake. It had all started just a few days before. On May 25, 1951, I had been in ducted into the United States Army, along with thirty-six other boys from Halifax County. After spending a day at the recruiting station in Raleigh, North Caro lina, the group was transferred to Fort Jackson, South Carolina. At Fort Jackson we were placed in Company “B” of the Recep tion Center. After a week of pro cessing there, we were given ship ping orders. My heart would al most stop beating when various names were called out to be transferred to other camps far away from Fort Jackson. I was lucky. I wasn’t shipped to Fort Custer, Michigan, or Fort Knox, Kentucky, or even to Camp Gor don, Georgia, like some of the other fellows. I was shipped over the hill one mile from the Recep tion Center to Company “M”, 13th Infantry Regiment of the 8th Division. So here I was waiting, along with 250 other fellows, to begin basic training, which was to start the next day. Lieutenant Dial, the Company Commander, was beginning to speak. “Men,” he said, “tomorrow you begin basic training. It’s go ing to be rough at first, but you’ll get used to it. Some of you can’t walk a mile without getting tired. Others can walk five miles. When basic training is over, all of you will be able to march twenty miles and not give it a second thought.” “There’s something else I want you men to get into your heads, too. All of you are infantry sold iers whether you like it or not, and you will be trained to act like infantry soldiers. These rifles that you were issued today were made for one purpose and one purpose only—that is, to kill a man. These rifles will be your best friends while you’re in the army, so treat them like friends. Oil them, clean them, and don’t let them rust; and remember, don’t point them at anyone unless you intend to kill him. That’s all, men! Dismissed!” It was only a short time after that day until I was called to the base hospital for a closer examina tion. I was immediately sent up before the Medical Board and told that I would be recommended for discharge. Two weeks later I pack ed my belongings, picked up my discharge papers, and left Fort Jackson for the last time. So at last I was out of the army. This was what I had wanted since the day I had been inducted. I didn’t feel right at all leaving my friends to take training and later be sent to combat. Somehow I felt I wasn’t doing my part, but the Colonel had given me a dis charge; so there was nothing else for me to do but go home. Now I’m out of the army. I don’t have to clean rifles, polish boots, stand to attention, or go on long hikes, but I still think about those forty-six days I spent in service. Some nights when I’m sleeping, 1 have dreams about life in Com pany “M”. I can see the troops standing to attention. I can see them marching down the road and through the woods. I can hear the rythm of the march. That hup-hup- hup—echoing through the trees sounds almost like the harsh voice of Sergeant Griffin when he shouts “At ease, Men! At ease, Men! At ease. Men!” ‘ —MARVIN JORDAN to anyone. Why did people bother with it? Then I went to sleep still thinking unpleasant thoughts about tobacco. I was awakened by the dog bark ing. It was difficult to get to sleep again, for the atmosphere was sul try. As I lay, looking out my win dow, I could see the tobacco fields in all its peak of beauty waiting to be harvested. The light of a full moon caused the beautiful, mellow yellow of the big leaves to give the appearance of a technicolor film strip. Now and then the gen tle breeze would bring the fresh tobacco odor through the window to me. Yes! It was quite picturesque until I suddenly realized that I was one of those who would have to get up early and help harvest the crop. Suddenly the whole scene was quite ugly. I turned away from the window and went to sleep. —Eugene Mercer Louisburg Through Freshmen Eyes Scared? Of course I was scared! What green freshman was not as he got his first glimpse of Louis burg College? Coming from a small school, I found that the small campus here looked big and alarming. We drove up and I was almost afraid to get out of the car. Jackie Hall, between flying trips upstairs with luggage, found time to stop, find out my name, and if I planned to attend col lege here this term. After this little chat the lump in my throat grew a little smaller, and I was soon able to talk without my voice breaking. By the time my family left, I could be almost cheerful. I went to my room, and after distribut ing my various possessions, it ac quired a more homelike appear ance. The thing that impressed me most about Louisburg was the friendly atmosphere that prevails here. Everyone seems to really be interested in you, and they are never too preoccupied to smile and give a cheerful word. Though I miss home dreadfully, I know that the students here could do no more to make it bear able. My heart goes out to the stu dents of Louisburg College for their cheerful words, ready smiles, and friendly spirits. —MIRIAM TURNER JULY NIGHT ON THE FARM It was a July night when I lay in my bed trying to sleep. I had worked hard all day. Tobacco was in the midst of being harvested. All the farmers of my neighbor hood were working diligently try ing to get their tobacco gathered. I had worked since four o’clock that morning, and I was ready to drop from weariness, but I could not go to sleep. I was thinking of how much truoble the tobacco was and how hard the work was which I had put into this tobacco. I was wondering if it was really worth the trouble. I thought that the old saying, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”, was a true statement. I had been working nearly a month in tobacco, and there had been no time for play Tobacco seemed to me an ugly weed, and, surely, it was no help O’NEAL’S "Your Drug Store” LOUISBURG, N. C. The Friendly Shop Appreciates Your Patronage Louisburg, N. C. TUTTLE Appliance Co. Frigidaire Appliances Radios - Television Small Appliances Compliments of H. C. Taylor Hardware - Furniture Louisburg, N. C.
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