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MABOON AND GOLD
SATURDAY. JANUARY 11, 1947
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THOUGHTS
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If thou wouldst be happy, learn to please.
Matthew Prior, SOLOMON
A man without knowledge, an’ I have
read.
May well be compared to one that is dead.
Thomas Ingelend, THE DISOBEDIENT CHILD
A moment’s insight is sometimes worth a
life’s experience.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes, THE PROFES
SOR AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE.
What really flatters a man is that you
think him worth flattering.
George Bernard Shaw, JOHN BULL’S
OTHER ISLAND.
THE ELON COI.LEGE VETERANS CLUB is
foundering on the verge of failure like a stricken ship
■wallowing in stormy seas, its wave-battered hull leak
ing in a dozen places. From the heaving wireless room
ahoot frantic signals of distress, in the hope against
Jhope that some nearby vessel will pick up the flashes
^d race to the rescue before ship and crew are^ sucked
’"beneath the waves. But the only real hope for salva
tion, the captain and crew know, lies in themselves,
with an all-out effort to repair the damage, they may
•bring the craft safeJy out of its dire predicament, in
ahape for many future successful voyages. Unless each
■crewman pitches in with each of his mates for the good
of all, the ship is doomed.
That is the present shape of the Veterans Club: dis
tress calls to other Veterans’ Organizations in the state
may bring some much-need-
ed suggestions for saving o;ir
4 ■ ‘‘sinking ship,” but the only
real hope lies at home, in
«ach and every Elon Veteran, member of the club or
3Jot. By pitching in and puUing together we may yet
jescue the dying ship and keep her seaworthy.
The purpose of the Elon Veterans Club is to serve
itte Veterans at Elon; to unite them, inform them, en
tertain them, and help them in their problems and
jripes. That this purpose has not been realized to
greater advantage is the fault of no one man. A
diare of the fault lies in every Veteran on campus who
lias fallen short of his obligations to himself and his
:feUows. A captain can’t sail a ship by himself. Neith
er can one man alone run an organization of several
hundred hard-to-please, hard boiled war veterans who
know what they want but wont co-operate to get it.
Look alive, you Veterans, before you have no Vet
erans Club! You’ve got one now. It’s got a workable
onstitution. If you don’t think so, write one that'you
KNOW will work! You’ve got a club with the potential
jpower to get things done. That potential power is YOU!
Without your co-operation, the organization is going to
■collapse, and very shortly. WITH your co-operation,
and with that same determination you had in smashing
the Japs and Nazis, you can really do something for
yourself, your buddies, and Elon. The Vets are doing
it at other schools. Do it here! Save our shii I
In the early deyt of my boyhood I acquired a habit
that was to cause me much grief later on. This habit
was that of smoking; in particular, the smoking of
various substitxites icr tobacco instead of the real thing.
Most youths explore the evils of tobacco before they
reach maturity, but the habit seldom causes them the
trouble that it did me. Ah, me! in my innocent youth—
how was I to know? Instead I had to suffer the pain
that lies in the path c i callow boyhood.
My venture into the science of “drawing and puff
ing” was really quite an experience—or rather a series
of experiences. The -fjist substitute I tried was cotton
rolled into the form w a cigarette and enclosed in a
piece of old newspaper, This weird concoction almost
took me out of this wo/Id—by the suffocation route!
Next*T tried the dried leaves from several kinds of
trees and vines. 1 still couldn’t find “the cigarette
that satisfies," nor wt.uid I walk a mile for any of
them. Coffee was nt.vl in line in my experiments. I
made a corncob pipe especially for use in this trial,
but even its mellowntsf added nothing.
Then came the Uiy! .A bosom pal introduced me
to the pleasures of "inbbit-tobacco.” This “weed of
distinction" grew everywhere in profusion: in vacant
lots and in patches of woods; and one smart lad by
transplanting, had * Jjixuriant growth in his cellar.
When this plant had reached maturity, we stripped the
leaves from the stalks and put them in second-hand
Bull Durham and Gt)1en Grain sacks, and strutted as
big as any banker whc had a pocket full of fifty-cent
“stogie*.”
One day, not Itng after my Introduction to the
“sshool boys' joy." J started on a hunting expedition
with a pal of mine wl,n> went by the name of “One-Eye.”
He got his name fr m his imitation of the drawl 4nd
the squint of a famm!: cowboy star of the day. Early
in the afternoon we set out for some woods which were
close to, my home. Wc each had an ancient air rifle
and our pockets full cf “B-B’s.” I was especially proud
of my gun because 1 had out-traded a playmate for it.
(One hundred slightly worn marbles and 1 green snake
were my part of the trade.) The weapon would stop
up once in a while, and it required a good jarring
against a tree lo ’jslodge the errant “B-B.”' In all
other ways it was » dandy!
On this particular day, upon peaching our hunting
grounds, we pause\ lor a few minutes and rolled a
couple of fragrant "jebbit-tobacco cheroots” from the
p6uches that we cariied. We had no sooner “fired up”
our “home-mades" i.nan we saw a large bluejay light
in a tree nearby. Silent as two cigar-store Indians,
we eased toward (he jay’s roosting place. Suddenly I
felt a breath of ht't air on the back of my neck and
heard a roaring sound. I looked around . . . Gee-
Whillikers! the wtods were on fire! "One-Eye” and I
trie! our best tc out the blaze but made no head
way at all. Finfj]]y we stumbled ou> of the woods,
bleary-eyed from the heat and smoke.
The first thing ,ve saw was the owner of the land
where we had staited the fire. He had been hunting,
too, and carried f under his arm. When “One-Eye”
saw him he alnr.cit had a running fit, but it was I who
did the runnin* The last word I heard as my feet
carried me hone was "One-Ejje” saying, “I give up,
Suh! Go ahead aad shoot!”
My first act upon reaching home was to dive under
the bed, and there I stayed until my mother pulled
me out. She ftjt her hairbrush and really warmed me
up back aft.
That was me 'ajt smoke I had for quite awhile.—
Hal McDiarmiti,
0 My Thumb In
Ghostland
A1 the Ed;l , ib tomewhere away up Nawth or away
down Souf. wt doa’t know which. But the absSence of
this elongate] victim of High I. Q. puts the problem
squarely up t( (is. and it is no easy matter to decide at
our age. It is piCLumed that we ought to have an edi
torial, wee. wan, and ghosted. I.et the candles burn
blue and backbones chatter, therefore, as this spectral
copy rolls from, t.he pale ribbojti.
It is as in tne days of courtship. Even the rug-
gedest swain must turn a light heliotrope in color at
the thought ,1 tub^jtituting for so much gray matter.
Bring hack Fang-quoo-ho. I would thou couldest.
“Bang-quoo-hC' At" Is the boy to tickle the intelligentsia
—and the local lUimb-belles—with the amazing bright
light of his supple erudition. He does it with little
words, too: Ahvays knows how to write up to his public.
But let the eJi.ips fall in a tangle if they must. Hop
— “Old Hop t,be Print Shop” must venture to sound
the first editojiai drums of 1947 with a few predictions
of things to c ;ro* in Ghostland. Cock an ear, for here
they come.
The M, G, Board will spend sleepless nights
trying to find nn editor to fill the ghost editor’s shoes.
The foundaticins jor the new building program at Elon
wiU appear some bright morning before the boys in
North find cm their toes Ute truant from the blankets.
Hap Perry will comb the hollows for another Choo-
Choo who wi'ij iUft aU over the North State gridirons
like a Jeb Slu?.rt cavalry troop.
The great i>ear 1947 will be lucky for somebody.
We hope it wiH be for all of us.
Politics )£ out. Too much Taft and too .much con
troversy. Toti much Bilbo, too.
One thing -,ve guarantee: Carolina will top the na
tion, Carolina jo^es will bloom again, and Carolina’s
sons and daugi.itcrs will make love again.
Lou Agietta will wear that winsome smile and
keep his grudge—99 per cent artificial—against the
Yankees. That boy could run a smoothie on a giraffe
in an Arrow coillor.
The Dean of Women wiU keep the even tenor of
her way, unlesi'sHe turns to some lilting basso profun-
do. The rest cf iis will move around corners very, very
carefully.
Day By Day
Keyhole Peepings
I face the Noo Year with bleak prospects. Sev
eral friends have told me that they wouldn’t write
“key-hole peepings” for love or money. Well, I know
darn well I haven’t been getting paid for the stuff; and
further and more, no love has been coming my way.
(That’s not a hint to Mrs. Klaghorn.) So be it—T. S.
Delmer Brown, close friend of Betty Benton,
Jeanne Meredith, and Ann Byrd (Tweet-tweet), went
to a party and took no chances on being left out in the
cold. We understand that the extra warmth was pick
ed up at WCUNC, a kind of booking house for unre
constructed Vets.
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W. Wentz had planned to ride the chartered bus to
Virginia. Sorry you didn’t make it Wentz .... She
.missed you— . . . Consult Baxter Twiddy, Monsieur
Wentz . . . about “The Big Deal.”
Watch your step Claude . . . Jackie is singing
"Got My Eyes on You.” . . . Saying recently revived by
Vernon Phelps: “Go West, Young Man.”
June in January: J .W. and Agnes, Jack and Lib,
Bobby and Polly, Bill and Jo, Holt and Pat, Burton
and Pace, Vick and Grace, George and Mary, etc.
Welcome back to Dan Barker, who took honors in
’40, ’41, and ’42.
This prattle, written Dece»iber 19 to lit a January
deadline, carries best wishes for a Happy New Year.
Science In The News
By BILL STAFFORD
The cancer problem is extremely complex and
far from being solved, but medical authorities have
learned some of the conditions under which the disease
may arise. Some of these can be avoided and cor
rected.
In the case of skin cancers, doctors can give fair
ly positive advice. They report that a person past mid
dle age and those who have an aging skin should avoid
sunburn. Those people who have moles, warts, and any
sores which are slow about healing should consult a
doctor to make certain that the condition is not one
which may develop into cancer.
Cancer of the lung is increasing and is a type of
cancer which is hard to recognize. The chief symptom
inalmost three-fourths of such cases is coughing. In a
nation of heavy cigarette smokers, the eough is al
most universal. The thing to watch for is the change
in the type of cough. The only satisfactory cure for
this cancer is the removal of the entire lung; unless
so treated, the disease is inevitably fatal. The remain
ing lung tends to expand and fill the cavity of the chest.
Although lung cancer is increasing, it is not the
most common type of cancer. Stomach cancer is more
prevalent. It is curable to a certain extent if it is
recognized in time for the patient to take advantage
of the opportunity offered by well performed surgery.
Many a patient will be spraying penicillin into his
lungs very soon to help fight coughs and influenza. Pre
viously, the chief drawback to using the life-saving drug
was that it had to be injected into the muscles, a process
which made the patient very sick. Now, however, it is
being converted into a fine spray, so people will be
more kindly disposed to using the drug. The spray
will be comparatively cheap, will have a pleasant taste
and a soothing effect on the dry membranes of the
throat, and will be an aid in combating coughs, cold
germs, and other bacteria in the throat.
College Humor
After all, the Constitution grants every guy the
right to the pursuit of happiness, thought Bob Furr,
as he chased her down another block.
Knees are a luxury. If you don’t think so, just try
to get hold of one.
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Gal: “Have you ever awakened wih a jerk?”
Friend: “Heavens no! I’m not even married.”
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To a drunk who was leaning against a building, a
cop growled: “Move on, move on. What do you th.ink
you’re doing—holding up the building?”
The drunk staggered away and the building feU
down on the cop.
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Neal McDonald says that she is the flower of her
family ... a blooming idiot.
Mary Schuster: Up in New Jersey the wind is
so strong that when you take one step forward, the
wind blows you back two.
Bob Woolridge: Gosh how do you get where you
are going?
Mary: Oh, we just tarn around and walk backwards.
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Mrs. Farrar says that in her girlhood days, young
girls never thought of doing the things they do today
. . . but that’s why they didn’t do ’em they never thought
of ’em.
Ruth Wheless (eating an apple): I just swallowed
a worm.
Lenell FuUer: Well, drink some water and wash
it down.
Wheless: Naw, I’ll let it walk.
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Each morning as I wake up
The only thing I can say
I wish I were a mattress
And could lie in bed all day. ' ' ,
Behind The Mike
with WALLY MACK
Big Name Bands Fold Up
Of interest to all you kampus kiddies should be the
recent announcement that many of the big name orch
estras are about to fold up or have already called it
quits. Some of the big boys that may retire are Woody
Herman and his Blue Flamers; Tommy Dorsey, that sen
timental gentleman of swing (remember the stinker he
pulled down at the Hill?); Harry James and his Music-
Makers; Les Brown and his band of Renown; Benny
Carter, Jack Teagarden, and Jerry Wald.
Could it be that the leaders are calling a halt for a
while to cause their sidemen’s salaries to go down? Or
it might be that they have had enough of the public’s
bandstand gripes. Still it may be that they want to
see if the newly elected Republicans will follow through
with the promised tax cut. At any rate, it is a swell
change for the young combos.
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Sinatra Teaches Bobby-Sox A Lesson
Frank Sinatra has pleaded time and tin^e again for
the bobby-soxers to stop making so much noise during
his broadcasts. Up until a few weeks ago, Sinatra, be
cause of his loyalty to the youngsters, refused to let
the higher-ups bar the kids from his shows; but being
on the verge of a complete physical breakdown, he nut
his foot down.
Sinatra owes a great deal of his success to the
worship of the "Robert-sox,” but the behavior of some
of his juvenile fans seems anything but fair.
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Goodbye And Hello
A couple or three weeks ago, we reported that the
“Swjng and Sway” voice of BiUy WilUams had. left
Sammy Kaye to sing western ba«ads. Haven’t heard
anything of Williams since, but we do have word that
he has been replaced by Johnny Ryan, a fellow with a
tenor voice who joined the Kaye outfit at the Hotel
New Yorker on November 29.
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Gabriel Loses His Manosciipt
Some of you campus cut-upe might pick up a re
ward of a thousand dollars for the recovery of Erskine
Haw^ns most treasured souvenir, the original maMu-
scnpt of ■‘Tuxedo Junction.” Because it was on the
tif national prom
inence m the popular music field, the manuscript has
a great sentimental value to Hawkins.
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Off The Record
A few new waxings you should lend an ear to
For Sentimental Reasons ” by the King Cole Trio
Harry James pressing of “Oh, But I Do.” the scream
^rangement of bouncing Betty Hutton singing “On the
ther End of a Kiss,” the bass voice rendition of
Vaughn Monroe’s “Winter Wonderland,” and last but
not least, Woody Herman’s "Uncle Remus Said ” ’
Poet’s Column
ROSE ON THE LATTICI
Rose on the lattice blowing, embroidery of spring,
Your velvet beauty is my rare delight;
i J bloom, till frost seals your doom
And bleeding petals speak their last goodnight.
Rose on the lattice, sadly you bow when
Bold winter bids you die;
Thy fond life, brief span of beauty for man t
Must with thy falling leaflets lie.
Cold Master, take not my rose away;
Let live the bloom, so loving to cai^ss.
In its soft nest flowering alway.
Symbol cf heaven’s loveliness.
So sends my soul its prayer as time flows
^d frost descends, a floating spear, upon the rose.
Yet not away, not dead, for on my hand you bled
And still within my heart your beauty grows.
Springtime will see a blossom brightly red
Returning, a scarlet ray above a greening thorn
That smiles and says: “The soul that would adon
The life it loves, dies net when winter comes.
It does but sleei)—until the May is born
Again to stir and sound her waking drums.
—Edward Ray Day
EVENING
Down sinks the sun from its throne on high;
The darkness deepens, for night is nigh;
And across the meadow echoes the cry
Of a night bird'winging the evening sky.
Endowed am I by nature’s might,
With exalted spirit of peace and light;
The rising moon through the trees I see,
And God and heaven seem close to me.
-^ack Holt
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A flame burned quietly wittun my soul
And none there was who knew;
But the warmth it gave was life to me
And the love it fed abundantly grew.
At last it seemed the white hot glow _
Would brand my heart and stay to shriek
With utter longing at my rebel s61f
Who could only answer, “’Tis peace I seek.”
E. R. S