October, 1958
THE PILOT
Page Three
"JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN"
By Roselin Cornwell
Marian Blake looked up from her ironing and smiled at
her eight-year-old son, Tommy, as he ran into the kitchen,
slamming the door and running straight to the refrigerator.
Marian wondered what new and fascinating piece of infor
mation her young son would bring from school today.
“Say, Mom,” her offspring said between gulps of milk
and cake, “Guess what Bobby and I decided to do!”
Without waiting for his mother to reply, the young
science fan blurted out, “We are going to make a time ma
chine ,and I’m going to get Dad to help us. The first thing
I’m going to do is go back to 1490 and discover America be
fore Columbus. Then I might go into the future and make
a trip to the moon.”
Marian smiled at the thought of
her hard-working husband’s taking
time off from his research to build
their young son a time maohine.
John Blake was
nuclear physicist, who spent
his waking hours in research.
In the meantime, a group of
entists v
cussion in the office of Dr. Stone,
head of the Physics Department.
Tommy’s boyish dreams of a time-
ship were closer to being realized
than anyone, except perhaps Tom
my, would have thought possible.
“Gentlemen,” Dr. stone was say
ing, “this may be the most impor
tant discovery in all time. It could
lead to world peace. If we are able
to look into the future and see what
the Communist nations are planning
to do, perhaps we may be able to
prevent the great third World War,
which v?ill most certainly destroy
the world.”
The other scientists were looking
first at Dr. Stone, then at one an
other in disbelief and amazement.
Dr. Stone continued, “The plans for
such a maohine are already on pa
per. They were perfected by a group diately brought Dr. Graves b
if goverrunent scientists. We have
been selected to work with the lead
ing scientists of the nation to build
this machine. Our very lives may
depend upon the completion of it.”
John Blake attended that meet
ing, He and his fellow scientists
were sturmed. This sounded more
like a comic strip than scientific re-
That afternoon as John was re
turning from work, Tommy ran to
meet him. John saw that Tommy
was, .as usual, full of enthusiasm.
“Dad,” called Tommy, “let’s make
a time-ship.”
John stopped and looked startled.
Before he recovered himself, Marian
hurry and wash your hands. Din
ner is almost ready. Let your father
rest a while after splitting all those
atoms before you have him working
on a time-ship. Your son has been
reading too many comic books,”
she added as her husband came into
the kitchen.
“I think my son is trying to fol
low in his father’s footsteps,” smiled
John, thinking how true these words
were. Of course, all the work John
was doing was top secret, and he
couldn’t tell his family anything
about it. Tommy didn’t help mat
ters. He talked about notihing ex
cept trme-machines that evening. As
John listened to his son, he thought
seriously of what the future would
bring to Tommy. In troubled times
like these John wondered whether
there would be a world when Tom
my grew up. A plan,
3 forming
would not know whether o
.t he rial
would be able to caiTy out this plan
until he understood the time-ship
thoroughly.
During the next year John worked
constantly with that group of scien
tists who were supervising the build
ing of the time-ship.
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At last the great day came. The
time-madhine was ready to be test
ed. Dr. Graves, a chemist, had volun
teered to test the machine. The
romising young scientists decided to send Dr. Graves
to New York twenty years in the
futm-e. He was to stay there two
days. From the Information he
3 having a serious dls- might obtain perhaps the United
States could be saved,
chine had a screen resembling a
television screen by which the trav
eler in time could be observed con-
iStantly,
Dr, Graves entered the small
chamber from which he was to be
projected into the unknown. He
could be seen on the screen. If
nothing went wrong, they hoped
soon to see him standing on a New
York street twenty years from the
present. Dr, Stone pulled the lever.
Dr, Graves was hurled out into the
future. TIhe dials on the machine
ishowed that Dr, Graves had reached
his destina.tion. Something, however,
seemed to be wrong with the screen.
Nothing could be seen except black
ness, The scientists didn’t wait to
adjust the screen, but imme-
present. He was unconscious. At
fu-st they thought 'he was dead.
Finally he opened his eyes and said,
“There was nothing there. I was just
floating around in space. I suppose
I lost consciousness because of a
lack of oxygen,”
“Well,” said Dr, Stone, “the world
wiU be destroyed in less than twenty
years,”
The next day John Blake didn’t
come to work. Tommy Blake didn’t
come to school, Marian Blake wasn’t
at home when her neighbor came
over, as usual, to have coffee in the
middle of the morning.
By that afternoon the whole town
searching for the Blake family.
"Elegy For A Dead
Soldier"
By James W. Hardin
In his poem, “Elegy for a Dead
Soldier,” Karl Shapiro describes the
awfulness of a soldier’s death and
teh meagerness of his burial. The
death is in pain and takes place in
the mud of a battlefield; the burial
is in a tagged box. The altar is a
white sheet draped over the tailgate
of a truck. He reveals the man
within the soldier and begs that the
man not be considered as a statistic,
A statistic could not have these
qualities;
Softness he had and hours and
nights reserved
For thinking, dressing, dancing
to the jazz.
His laugh was real, his manners
were home made,”
He shows the cause for which the
soldier was fighting and the sol
dier’s dream of the future. Finally,
he tells how the death of the soldier
need not be in vain.
The poet’s feeling toward his sub
ject is one of sadness that such
tragedy as war happens and one of
pity for its victims. He is angry,
too, at his own helplessness in pre
venting war. Since wars do happen,
though, he is proud of the man who
fights for his country,
Shapiro wants Ms reader to un
derstand the stupidity of war. He
wants each person to slhare the
death of the soldier. He believes
that in this way a peace might be
found without resorting to war.
The author intended this poem as
a tribute, not to the men who died
m World War II, but to the man, as
an individual. In my opinion,
Shapiro felt that every man making
this sacrifice should be praised sin
gularly.
The poem has another purpose,
too, wMch is best stated by the
author.
Underneath this wooden cross
there lies
A Chrisitian kUled in battle. You
who read.
Remember that tihls stranger
died in pain;
And passing here, if you can lift
your eyes
Upon a peace kept by a human
Know that one soldier has not
died in vain.
called from the kitchen, “Tommy, Finally Dr. Stone decided to search
house to try to find some trace
of the mlsing family, llie first thing
Dr, Stone found was a note.
“My family and I have gone into
the past. I have sold all my property
and have the money, in gold with
me. This money wiU be a very large
sum in the 1800’s, I will be able to
buy a farm easily. Since I grew up
on a farm, I will be able to manage
one, I am going to give my son a
chance to grow up in the nineteenth
centm-y. For a year I have been
studying the customs of the time.
Because the world will not be in ex
istence long, I suggest that as many
persons as possible be sent into the
past,”
That very day the RussiauB were
testing a hydrogen bomb. This
time they were working with more
power than they were able to con-
daring plan, trol. So powerful was this terrible
blast that aU the radioactive mate-
1 the earth was affected. By
one atomic explosion after another
aU the matter of the earth was
Changed into energy. Where once
there was light, beauty, happiness,
and love there was nothing to fill
the blackness of empty space except
the Ught of some distant stars.
TOP SOPHS
(Continued From Page 2)
of fun, but have her serious side;
devote her attention to the boy
wtiom she is dating; be considerate
—especially of the boy’s financial
status; have mutual interests in or
der to blend tiheir personalities;
and be beautiful from within—but
he has no objection to outward
beauty.
When asked what he felt to be the
answer to the quest for world peace,
Mickey gave this reply, “If every
one could put Christ first in his life
and really mean it, our world would
not be in the fix it is in today.”
As we leave our October “Top
Sophs,” it is our wisii that they go
forward in life with such high ideals
and noble purposes as they have
shown in their months here at
Gardner-Webb College; the best
wishes of the staff for their continu
ed success are extended to Sandra
and Mickey. May God bless you al-
HOME AGAIN,
By Edn:
fluttering heart, jittery
rising higher
and higher, I sit through my 1 a s t
Saturday class. It is almost impos
sible to take in anything that is
said, for the uppermost thought in
my mind is that I am finally go
ing home from college, I have been
away for six whole weeks, forty-two
complete days, but I am finally re
turning home! My clothes are pack
ed, my family is waiting for me, and
the only thing that stands between
me and starting for home is that
slow-poke bell. There! The bell
finally is ringing, and here I go,
off on a wonderful week-end,
the scenery becomes more familiar,
I no longer need a map to teU me
wherre and when to turn. The Smith
River Bridge, leading into my home
town, is as thrilling a sight to me as
the Golden Gate Bridge is to the
excited tourist, I drive slowly along
main street, my eyes taking in every
detail — the pedestrians darting
across the street, the dozen stores
lining main street, the high school
boys gathered on the corner and all
five atop lights blinking on and off.
Driving on through town, I reach
the outskirts. Then after a turn to
the left, one to the right, and an
other to the right, I can see the
thing that has occupied my thoughts
during the entire six weeks—home,
I can hardly wait to stop the car.
At last I’m at the door to my own
home. Mom and Dad greet me with
a smile that is both happy and
proud. When Tommy, my big bro
ther, ruffles my hair and calls me
“Kid,” I forget my vexation in the
joy of seeing him again. Even Butch,
my little fussy puppy, is barking as
if to say that he missed me too.
I look around and drink in the
old familiar sights. The trash can
still sits in the same place; the rain-
bai'rel hasn’t been moved, and
er’s flowers are just as pretty as I
remembered them.
Satisfied that nothing has chang
ed, I flop down into my favorite
chair—but not for long. There are
so many places to go and friends
to see. First I must do some shop
ping, It feels odd to have more than
"Thoughts Occurring
to my Feeble Brain
While Perusing My
English Literature
Book"
Forensic Team
The aim of the Forensic Team is
to develop talent in debate and
forensios by competing in Forensic
Tournaments,
The goal of the team is to attend
at least four Forensic Tournaments
in a school year.
To be a member of this team one
must be proficient in debating and
speaking.
The Forensic Team meets as a
class each Tuesday and Thursday.
Old members of this team are:
Bill Greene, Janice Anderson, Paula
Winstead; and the Advisor is Mr.
P. B. Dedmond.
HOME AGAIN
two stores in which to shop. Here
there are five. Also I must call all
the members of the old gang. Gee,
it’s good to hear their voices once
One of the most wonderful things
about being at home is that I can
forget about the demerit system. I
may date without getting a permis
sion slip, stay out as late as I choose,
forget about homework and school
in general, make as much noise as I
please, and leave my light on until
le I n
be myself, without worrying about
getting demerits.
After a good night’s rest I feel re
freshed with renewed energy. Just
the fact that I slept until 8:30 in
stead of getting up at six o’clock
makes it the beginning of a perfect
day. The smeU of country ham and
eggs, freshly made coffee, and hot
homemade rolls lure me into the
kitohen before I take a shower or
dress. Of course I know this isn’t
one’s self.
Dressing for church at home is
quite different from dressing in a
dormitory, A pang of loneliness
strikes my heart, for this is the first
time since I left home that I have
bathed alone. The privacy which I
have in my room is also something
which I haven’t experienced while
I was away. Dressing for church
seems to cause my excitement to
my home church while I have been
^iway and can hardly wait until it is
time to go. The services are truly
a blessing and inspiration to me as
I take my place in the Sunday
School Class that I knew so well
before I went away to school.
Though I can’t sing it’s a thrill to
take my place with the choir once
our deal', white-haired
the congre-
My precept of the lives of mer
To crack open the hearts of I
therein.
There in their reservoirs of knowl
edge
They prepare a quiz which only they
And some genius of the study they
Heartlessly teach could ever hope
To answer with any degree of ac-
They would expect us to discuss
And mediate, at all hours, the
Tlhoughts and words of men who
Were slightly on the irrational and
Illogical side of sanity.
Many words and thoughts written in
Times of mental dissarrangememt,
because of
Opium, alcohol, insanity, or the loss
of a love.
Are supposed to be our guide to a
Wholesome life and education.
These words and thoughts are sup
posed
To be contributing to our education
and enlightenment.
They can only teach us to think as
Some of those men of past centuries
thought.
I concede that some ancient
Wordsmen were filled with an
Insight for truth, such as
Locke, Scott, and Chaucer
But the hkes of
Bryon, Keats, and Shelley
Add little to my education.
—Anonymous.
hake hands with
everyone and to hear the news of
Itihe latest happenings of the past
few weeks. The smiles and friendly
remarks of encouragement that I re
ceive make me realize afresh that
there could never be any place like
Dinner with the family, a drive
around town, and a visit to the
neighborhood club completes my
week-end at home. The man who
said that all good things must come
nust have included a visit
, For once again with
?s and jittery hands I
the car for another trip,
away from home. My
s to drop lower and lower
with every turn of the wheels. As
the miles roll by, my mind reviews
the joy, peace, satisfaction and love
that I have experienced during these
past few hours.
packed I
climb int
This tim
heart s«
Pilot Staff
The Pilot Staff publishes the c
lege newspaper monthly.
The staff for the coming year ai
Editor, Kenneth Beane;
Manager, Sonja Hedrick, and the
Advisor Is Mrs. M. Dedmond.
A meeting is held each Thursday
at 10:30 to keep the staff informed
and to assign articles to the staff
To become a member of the news
paper staff you must have a lasting
interest and some talent in news
paper work.
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