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MAROON AND GOLD
SATURD/lY, APRIL 26, 1947
Maroon and Gold Truth and Travesty
Edited and printed by students of Elon College.
Published bi-weekly during the college year, under
the auspices of the Board of Publication,
Entered as second class matter at the Post Of
fice at Elon College, N. C., under the act of March
8, 1879. Delivered by mail, $1.50 the college year,
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THOUGHTS
•The second woe is past; and behold, the
third woe cometh quickly.”—Rev. 11:14.
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i: *Tn this world, who can do a thing;
I not; and who would do it, cannot.”—Robert ^
Browning. - -
*Tis all a checker-board of nights and days
Where Destiny with men for pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays.
And one by one back in the closet lays.”
—Omsr.
ON YOTBW6
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The long awaited election day is at hand. Many
have allowed it to creep upon them withrat giving
proper thought to the selection of student officere. It
the duty of all to consider carefully and vote for
the candidates who seem best qualified.
There are, it seems, some who have taken it upon
themselves to go out among tjtte masses and procure
Pledges of support. Phooie tp such people and their
political pressure. It is an insult to the intelligence
of any American citizen to be told how to vote.
TMiyny allow themselves to be dictated to though
and without realizing that the party doing the
ing has only its own selfish motive in mind, instead
of the avowed interest of all. When one hears that
so-and-so is the best fok an -office, and accepts the
“say-so” as fact without any investigation what-so-ever,
he is gullible indeed, and an unqualified voter.
One has but to look around to see who is good
for whom. This fact stands o\it all over and those
who try to hide it should be ashamed; for what are
those to think who have no way of knowing th^
except of course through being told^ by a benevolent
candy-talking buddy-for-a-day, politician?
In an institution as small as ours the candidates
for the higher offices are apt to be well known. Their
past records should be famiUar to the student body.
Of course there will be some nominated for office who
are in no way qualified. We must expect such mis
takes and overlook them. It is safe to say that some
will, if elected, serve as mere tools for the faction
placing them in office; and there will be otoers on the
ballot for no purpose other than to split a party’s
v»te-drawing capacity, thus enabling a third party
to win. , , , j
The right fellow is certainly hard to choose, ana
we always conclude that the wrong man was elect^
even if the one we voted for won; but there is a best
man on every baUot and those who are interested will
find the right one. Go to the polls and vote without
allowing prejudice to influence your choice.
j JUST A WORD
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All members of the student body are invited to
submit copy for publication in the MAROON AND
GOLD at any time. Worthy material will appear in
the paper whenever space permits.
Anyone interested in becoming a member of tte
should see the editor at the earliest opportumty.
Ther are several positions not yet filled for next year.
By George Parker
Since it is the privilege of a columnist to give the
reading pubUe what the columnist himself likes, your
correspondent, having been offered no bribes of more
than twenty-five cejits in value, hereby resolves to give
no political views or show in print affiliation to any
campus campaign machine.
Instead this column will devote itself wholly to
polite slander and gentle back-biting. It is hoped
beloved reader, that you will delight in reading this
a great deal more than I enjoyed writing it..
While seated in the local beatxery, enjoying cof
fee and amiable conversation with one of my contem
poraries, my train of thought was interrupted by a
finger boring rudely into my starboard ear. Before
I could collect my wits, the same finger had dipped
into my coffee cup. Turning, I berated the digit’s
owner severely, forcing myself to keep all four-letter
expletives in the background.
Before I finished, however, such a look of inno
cent martyrdom came on the face of the condemned
man that I was ready to -forgive and forget. Owing
to my gentle nature. I opened my mouth to shower
him with soothing words when a burst of wild rauc
ous laughter echoed off walls and Bob Furr sauntered
away, bead high, in search of other convenient ears
and coffee, leaving me to explode violently and pound
the table with my head in nervous frustration. And
to think, my public, that so many students of phychol-
ogy confine themselves to the study of textbooks!
It came to my attention during a session of small
talk with a young lady of my acquaintance that a
most charming pastoral scene may be found near the
Johnsonian manse these delightful spring days. Ac
cording to the lass, the good Doctor, after having
spaded the garden, considered his share of the oper
ation done and now leaves the “dirty work,” such as
planting and cultivating, entirely up to her. All
would-be country gentlemen take note—there’s your
chance.
Heretofore, the environs of Elon have been most
tranquil and you have always been able to discuss world
affairs and the state of the nation with your beloved
by moonlight without fear of interruption. As a pub
lic servant, I feel it my duty to warn you that your
idyl may be shattered by a savage, inhuman scream
You will look for the source of this outburst and see
a dim form swinging from tree to tree in search of
wild beasts and widisciplined Zulus with which to do
battle. Fear not, it will be our local “Tarzan,” Tom
my Faust, proving his primitive physical prowess to
his betrothed. I- am not at liberty to divulge the source
of this ominous “nom de plume,” having been threat
ened with destruction if I did so.
Also in the nickname category: The impronounce-
able Mike Kozakewich has been christened “KeUy” by
6ome anonymous wit of the football squad.
And then there is Ed Nash who raises one ex
pressive eyebrow with contempt for the world and
Bings to no one in particular—“You think i don’t love
me, Oh, but I do—”
From reading numerous periodicals and doubtful
journals over a period of years, I find that the usual
procedure in closing a column is to include some
“thought for the day.” With or without your per
mission, any such WincheUian innvendoes wUl be omit^
ted in these lines. Do your own thiTifc-iii£,
Carolina Bouquets
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■ -thfc ket^Kolc account
of campus events....
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With this issue of the Maroon and Ck>ld a new staff
makes its first appearance and the old staff bows
out. We think that a rousing cheer should be voiced
for the fine work that the past staff has done and
wish for them every success in the future. We are
also grateful for the holdovers from that staff who will
work with us next year.
A1 Burlingame, the past editor has graciously
offered his assistance for this and the final issue.
We are lucky to have such an able adviser and just
* hope that we can do a reasonable fapsimile of his fine
work. A big bouquet of violets to you, Al!
This colunm would like to tender a nice bouquet
of forget-me-nots to an Elon poet, Lewis Lawrence,
whose verses we have enjoyed in past issues and
whose poem “Gossip” we are proud to give you
this week. Lewis, we know where you can get a
vase for those forget-me-nots without much trouble
on your part. They’ll brighten that North Domai-
tory room and bring cheer to the heart of your
roomate. Bill Gk>dfrey.
Another bunch of assorted "posies” is on order
for Jack Holt, poet and cartoonist. Jack shows a
lot of talent. How about a waterbag sequence some
time. Jack? Or some thumb-nail sketches of campus
celebrities?
To Professor Fletcher Moore:
For just being himself on every occasion, friend
ly and efficient—^two bright JohnBy-Jump-Ups, dewy-
eyed in the spring sunshine. Ah, Monsieur, La Vio-
lette!
And to the boy with the high tenor-rag-em-and-
laugh on the baseball diamond, “Robbie” Roberts, all
the flowers of spring and summer for the way he
makes a ball game seem like a day in Brooklyn—or bet
ter still, like a lazy afternoon for us, looking in a
magic glass and sipping a Kentucky Julep—^while
Happy Robert calls “Put up another sticker. We’ll
cut him down.” That, mes amis, is the way the ball
game should sound.
Elon’s campus in Spring . . . drabness covered by
the deft strokes *of Mother Nature’s paintbrush . . .
let’s all work together to keep trash off the grass . . .
ditto empty Coca Cola bottles around the Colonnades.
The spring engagements are becoming more num
erous with each passing day . . . Joining the ranks
of future Mrs.-to-be are: Agnes Harris, Kappie Capps,
Lib Johnson, Jane Warren, Dale Parham, (next month)
Bootsie WiUliams, Sarah Maness, and Kay Hawkins,
who will say her ‘1 do” this summer.
Miss Brown is also engaged to an F.B.I. man.
Only about four more weeks of school and then
the vacation rush will begin . . . Many plan to move
elsewhere, we hear . . . Sweeny plans to transfer to
The Hill, ditto numerous others . . . Jean West thinks
of a transfer to Raeford . . . Nancy Eller dreams of a
summer of “lamin” at the University of Colorado . . .
Tuck is busy planning how she will get mater’s car
to Carolina for August . . . Phelps will transfer to
the University of Virginia next year . . . Elon loses a
fine student and a true gentleman of the Old South.
Juanita Wheeler had an extended week-end(?)
on April 13. . . The occupants of West No. 29 gave
a party in faculty parlor last Sunday night, for Shirley
Woods.
Overheard the other week at Duke . . . it seems
tha t some West Campusites (i.e. Joe DiMona of
CHRONICLE fame) thinks most girls attain their
ends by not taking enough exercise— “which is very
important because,” Joe says, “as you know, men pre
fer well-formed women to well informed women . . .”
After a short delay last Friday the bus arrived
and about thirty-seven students and some faculty mem
bers boarded it for Raleigh to attend the concert
presented there by the New York Philharmonic Or
chestra . . . Had motor trouble on the return trip—
on the spot witnesses said Miss Keene fixed it with
a bobby pin ... A stopover at Chapel Hill for re
freshments—soft, that is. To J. W. Knight: a mes
sage was sent...
This writer has polled a group of students with
regard to their opinions on the following proposal:
That the administration arrange, with the aid of a
student committee, trips similar to the above for next
year . . . Also to football, baseball, and basketball
games at the near-by colleges, by chartered bus . . ,
Sight-seeing trips to points of wide interest such as
the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University, old
Williamsburg, in Virginia, or the Pageant of the Lost
Colony at Manteo ... So far the consensus of opinion
on this proposal is favorable . . . Perhaps such an in
novation. at Elon would serve to enliven dead week
ends . . . We hope some action will be taken toward
attaining this privilege . . . What do YOU think?
It was chilly—^blankety-'blank cold, to be utterly
frank about it—on last Monday night, and the editors,
past and present, were having coffee to ward off pneu
monia when Long John Watson got to talking about a
buddy from Kentucky, who served with him on a de
stroyer in the Pacific. The gentleman from the Boik--
bon hiUs, it seems, could walk barefoot on the steel-
plated deck while the equatorial sun had it burning.
And he could, very casually, “dunk” a lighted cigar
ette against the bottom of his foot. Tough as sole-
leather. And he carried mote shrapnel out of one
fight than is supposed to be possible. The editors
hope to meet the man som^ day. We do not ques
tion the Story. We know our John, and we know
Kentucky, too.
Science In The News
By BILL STAFFORD
A new angle on how one becomes bald Was given
in the last issue of ’The Science News Letter. He
may become bald because he is tense on top. Tension
may come from a big head or from external pres
sure, as from a tight hat. So, fellows, stay away
from hats that are too small.
The top of the head, where baldness appears first,
usually, will in all probability become bald in old age.
This section of the head does not have as plentiful a
supply as the muscular sides of the scalp, where the
hair usually hangs longest. Tension zones of the
soalp cut dovra the blood supply to the top of the
bead. Baldness first appears in the tension zones.
The B. C. G. vaccine against T. B. is to be tested
in Columbus, Georgia. Preliminary tubercular test
ing is under way now, and following the test those
children who show sign of the disease will be vaccin
ated when approved by their parents. B. C. G. was
developed by two French scientists and ip an ac
cumulation of bovine T. B. germs that have lost their
power of giving the disease, but are able to induce
immunity to T. B.
Beautiful draperies that are not vulnerable to
fire are now available. They are woven ^m a cono*
bination of non-combustible, very fine glass fibres,
and fltime-proof yam. The fabric was tested with a
Bunsen burner and approved by the authorities of the
city of New York. The fire resistant fabric is suit
able for home use, but was designed especially for
hotels, night clubs, schools and other places where
people congregate en masse.
LITTLE
LITTLE Bl
Skipping out on a campaign speech, wading
through party posters and dodging politicians who want
to kiss babies, we just made it to the “M” and “G”
office to bar the door, work in peace, and wonder if
Elon can’t match Georgia better than Missouri, po
litically speaking.
If another person brightly quips he is running
for the city limits, so-help-me I’m gonna help him
on his way.
All this interest in elections has the campus in
a political whirl; Calvin “Influence” Milam confi
dentially reported that one of his girls (the one with
the Spanish accent) must be Republican because every
time they have a date she keeps saying “I know Dew
ey.” And a co-ed said she might be a “Liberal”, po
litically, but her boy friend need not take the term so
literally.
Uh?oh! We thought we were free from political
intervention here but somebody is peeping over our
shoulder eyeing our efforts. On second sight it isn’t
a politician but a bashful beau with a poem he wants
us to print for a girl named “Nancy.” Here ’tis:
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Dear, could you tell me how to find the brook?
The one we loved among the Berkshire blue.
Where, hand in hand, we spent such happy hours
And where you promised ever to bis true.
I’ve tried in vain to find the bidden path.
Without your help I doubt I ever can
Be a sport and tell me where to tifrn i
I’d like to show it to another tnnn
—Jean Douglas.
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One of Steve “Cinders” Walker’s' buddy-buddiea^
(the one with the super crew-cut) says Steve confided
to him that the reason he stopped dating is that he
thinks the rules are too strict. He neglected to sajr
which rules—those of the college or the girls, so we
can’t help.
From “Lines to a Daughter—Any Daughter” by
Agnes Rodgers.
“One of the things that you really should know
Is when to say “yes” and when to say “no” . . .
Remember, my'darting, careers and caresses
Depend on your choices of “noes” and of “yesses.”
If anybody can think of a word that sounds liVo
“no” but reaUy means “yes”, please pass it along.
Tommy “Whatta’ I’ace!” Burton announced that
either he has to buy a new house or sponsor a tootli
pa^e sale to get rid of the surplus he %cqui9ed ex»-
tering the “My Favorite Brunette” contest
Before we leave we want to say “thanks” to “Gen
tleman John” Watson for ghost-columning for us last
week and “Phooey” to James “The Torchbearer*
Langston just on general principles.
College Humor
“It says here in the paper,” observed tbe elderly
gentleman, “that a man is run over in New York Cit»
every half hour.”
“Tsk, Tsk!” murmured the old lady. "Poor fellow
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BeD Hop: “Did you ring. Sir?”
dea^** “No, I was tolling. I thought you wet*
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When I was a very young man,” he said, “I plav-
“ a Russian count’s home, and, f«-
a cMd of swen, I flatter myself that I swung through
Beethoven sKreutzer Sonata pretty successfully. The
Kreuteer you know, has in it several long and im-
presave rests. Well, in one of the long rests the
comt s wife, a motherly old lady, leaned forward,
patted me on the shoulder, and said:
"Play something you know, dear.”
Poet’s Column
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GOSSIP
By L. Lawreaee
I passed a lawn
The other day.
And watched the
Trailing roses play,
A game of gossip
In the wind.
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Agreeing with
Each passing breece.
They nodded to the
Gay green leaves
Secure vrtthin
Their thorny sheavaiL
Then I wondered
Which would be ■
First to enter
Antiquity;
In time
Some room to grace.
And gossip only
From within a