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EDITORIAL BOARD
Editor - in - Chief.. John Watson
Managing Editor .... Hal McDiarmid
Sports Editor Ed Mulford
Assistant Sports Editor.. Rocco Sileo
Drama and Music Critic ....Ed Moss
Fraternities Lewis Lawrence
Society Editor Allene Stallings
Day Student Editor Max Storey
BUSINESS BOARD
Business Manager Evelyn Moore
Circulation Manager ... Dorothy Dowd
Ass’t Circulation Mgr. Martha Veazey
Adviser R. L. Dunlap
Photographer Bill Duncan
Printer Jennings Berry
Pressman Worth Womble
COLOMNISTS
Ted Parker
Jackie Gaskins
REPORTFSRS
Ed Nash, Phil Gearing, Meir Gabbay
John Gilliam
The Race Question
One of the big issues of the count
ry is the racial problem. Everyone
knows that, but who is willing to do
anything about it? Very few are will
ing to inconvenience themselves in
any manner at all in order to alleviate
the strained relations. Formost among
the racial problems is that between
the Negroes and Whites, but there
is also a very noticeable hatred for
the Jews.
The Negro situation has been agg
ravated rather than improved in sec
tions of the country, partly because
of their complex and partly because
of ours. Something must be done by
both parties to overcome this differ
ence between our people. We are one
people, whether we desire to admit
it or not. All of us are human beings,
with the same right to inhabit the
earth, ride on streetcars, attend mov
ies. go to college, and do anything
else that is within the limits of the
law. But we.who first invaded this
land, slaughtered, raiped. and other
wise humiliated its rightful owners’
went further and Imported another
race as slaves. The^ were not consid
ered a slave people, but rather as
animals. Now that we have come to
the startling realization that they are
people even as we, and further real
ize that they are the poissers of souls
and all of the other things belonging
to humanity except equality, it’s high
time we give them equality; guaran
tee them equality and make certain
.'if!
al institutions, some will doubtlessly
go on in ignorance of some of the
social blunders they have been guilty
of committing.
In one town in eastern North Caro
lina, we have observed for years the
tragedy of small Negro children walk
ing several miles each morning to
avail themselves of an inadequate
grammar school education, while the
white children of the same area were
encouraged to attend by a warm
school bus to ride in. And we call
ourselves a Christian people! In fact
we have heard one of our students
ask whether it is necessary to recog
nize the Negro as an equal in order to
be a Christian. Well, is it?
The educated Negroes cause no
trouble. They are, we imagine, as
well qualifiied for good people as we
are. Why must we blame the race for
the crime of one Negro, when the
white race has been guilty of far
more crime than the Negroes? And
don't try to tell us it is because of
the greater number, because it is not.
They have more justification for
crime than we do, however, because
they are insulted daily by “Jim Crow
laws” and a whole bunch of malarky
on democracy, or whatver it is which
allows the white ipopulace to continue
to roll up the Negro’s sidewalk at sun
down, force him to the rear of public
halls in our national capital, give him
years of imprisonment for trivial
crimes that white men pay their way
out of with a few paltry dollars, make
examples of him in public lynchings!
Why do we not come to our senses
and correct this wrong? Until we do
educate them, op^n the doors of our
state universities and colleges, we can
not expect to solve the disgraceful
problem. The time is at hand when
we can no longer run away from the
situation; we must face it. If we face
it as" we should, there will be no need
Sor us to outline the boundaries of
convention to the Negro. He will be
capable of finding his place alone;
and, as a citizen of the United States
with the rights of a citizen in the
eyes of both black and white, he will
keep his place, and we shall keep
ours.
ED. NOTE: The editor realizes
while writing this that it will not
please most of the student body and
faculty. However, it may give you an
incentive to express your views
thhrough the “Letter to the Editor”
column, which welcomes such opin
ions and criticism.
MAROON and GOLD
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1948
Taint
Necessarily
By Jackie Gaskins
On Several Things
O to be in Elon, now that spring
is near! Of course, there is every poss
ibility of several more snows before
that best of all seasons arrives, but
we are happy to have a few days of
fair weather and the prospects of an
opportunity to break out in some of
those clothes we haven’t been wear
ing to death. Honestly, we sometimes
feel that we are known as “the poor
soul who has but one pair of trou
sers”. Most of us have two suits, but
one of them is for summertime.
And while we are discussing clothes
we are wondering whether the arri
val of warm weather will bring a new
style in women’s dresses. The lengHh
has us particularly worried. It is an
interesting subject to ponder upon.
Will a spring dress contain more oi
less yardage? Not that we care how
long, or how short the new mode
will require them to be, but simpl.v
it is not violated. There is no justifi-. if they become any longer, that
cation for the jackass statement ‘send j old question of whether “the clothes
them back to Africa’ which we often make the person....?” will be a good
hear. They did not ask to be brought
here. They have been in the front
lines during two wars for the defense
It is a good thing that this column
is due at the time it is, for if it had
to appear any later. I’m awfully afraid
it would show up missing. For, in
case you haven’t realized it yet, now
is the time of the quarter when every
one must study - including me. So
while you may, you had better take a
good look at people with books in
front of their faces 'cause this phen
omenon occurs only at the end of the
quarter. This week is what might be
called “hibernation week.”
I While this era is in progress, I hope
you will have time to read the little
bit of gossip that has accumulated
during the past two weeks. Of course,
this isn't all the gossip, for that ‘stuff’
has a habit of hiding from me, espec
ially when I'm looking for it.
It seems that the current fad on
campus is to obtain engagement
rings. Rachael Beachum is not one to
be left behind in such an interesting
activity - so, congratulations to Rach
ael Beachum and Homer Perry.
For the past two weeks the campus
has been overrun with a group of
idiotic students. When I say “idiodic”
I mean exactly that. What other class
of people go around so stupidly
dressed and not speaking? Why .natur
ally, the pledgees! I assume that it
wasn’t too hard for them to take for
most of them are still living. *
It
“Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz,
Wonder where
The flowers is?”
It is a day for rejoicing for one,
Betty Benton. As everyone on cam
pus should know by now, she has fin
ished her thesis, and is she ever
proud! Congratulations, Betty.
Well, it will soon be time foir an
other quarter to start. With this in
mind, I can't help but wonder whether
Aggie "Vaughan will be back with us
oi’ not. How’s about it,Aggie?
Next quarter, I’lm sure, Elon is go
ing to miss Janice Frazier. How could
we help but miss her? Who else on
campus can talk like Janice? Who
else can act as crazy as she does? You
see, Janice, we can’t help but miss you
Don't take it too hard, Janice; I’m
just paying back for initiation week.
Pome dedicated to a de'serted maid
en:
“My love is gone,
He done me dirt.
I never knew
He were a flirt.
To those who love,
Let I forbid,
Lest they be done -
Like I been did.”
I I - I
If there are any correct grammati
cal constructions in the above poem,
something is wrong, ’cause there ain't
supposed to be any.
That is about all the news that I
can scrape up at the present time, and
I feel duty calling - by duty, I mean
that I have an unfinished funny book
to master. Happy landings, and I hope
to see most of you fair students back
next quarter.
Truth
IT’S SNOWING AGAIN
Willie R. Madren
see more of a person; whereas, the
of our sountry. They were largely the pessimists are wondering if the
responsijjle for the progress made in time will arrive when a l£*Iy will be
the early development of colonial disgraced if she allows her ankle to
America. Why does our country Ig- show in public.
nore the disgraceful manner in which Now that it is warm enough to wear
the problem has been handled? our summer clothes and cool enough
The argument always ends when to wear our winter clothes, perhaps
someone defends his prejudice by ad- we stian’t have so many cuts caused
vancing the old, old story, “I don’t by waiting to get our suit from the
wish to be near them; they stink! cleaners.
Such a remark may or may not be
justified. While we have been around
many of both racee, we have' found
some Negroes who were without odor
and some Whites who were with it
At any rate, the Negro has been held
back to the extent that some have
not seen very many cakes of soap.
They have not had the educationa]
advantages necessary to cause them
to realize the importance of cleanli
ness, and until they are allowed to
cducate themselves in our education-
one. And the optimists could judge
more accurately if they were able to I I was gazing out the window todav at
noon,
And
Travesty
If you are wondering why the
editorial page has been set in narrow
columns this issue, it is because of
difficulties with our linotype. This
machine which has served us more
or less faithfully for many years, is
rather temperamentaL Having reach
ed the advanced age of 44 she is in
clined to take things easy unless she
is in the proper mood. If she doesn’t
want to print wide columns, she
just doesn’t do it.
And thinking of love’s sweet refrain;
But my thoughts were interrupted
soon,
When someone said
“It’s snowing again!”
Outside the snow was slowly falling.
Covering the shrubs with cold white
stain; ^
It seems that I could hear them
calling,
“Look, fellows,
It’s snowing again!”
Maybe the snow will soon stop
blowing,
And I can get back to love’s old
refrain; •
Back to our workk we will be going.
But at the present time,
“It’s snowing again.” i
By Ted Parker
....and the wind blew and the dust
(flew! As the horizon rises slowly to
meet, the setting sun, we bid farewell
to beloved Elon, land of books and
blackboards, men and women, physics
and philosophy, German and geology,
love and laissez-faire. Some will re
turn after a much needed rest, some
will never return as students, and
others.... Heh! Heh!
Now to recount the saga of Two-
gun Lentz, that rootin’, tootin’, rarin’
son of the saddle, who, in a moment
of emergency, came to the rescue with
out hesitation or thought for personal
safety.
An auto carrying four of our basket
ball team was clipping along the high
way toward Wilson. In the front seat
Chuck Lentz and Ed Drew were chat
ting happily, while the rear seat was
monopoiized by Bill Hopkins and Lacy
“Tricks” Ganes.
Suddenly the conscious three were
alerted by the sight of a teaiii of mule
tearing madly uip the hill ahead with
a highly perturbed colored man run
ning after them a good thirty yards
behind. Ed Drew, driving, stepped on
the gas and drew abreast of the wagon
whereupon both he and Chuck, being
of the bravest, decided to go to the
rescue simultaneously, leaving the
auto to its own devices. Chuck, how
ever, was on tke nearest side and was
on the running board before Ed was,
whereupon Ed scrambled back in and
rescued the auto. Poising for a mom
ent on the running board. Chuck did
a "Douglas Fairbanks” to the bed of
the thundering wagon and sprawled
into a ton of fresh manure. Nothing
daunted by this experience, he fought
his way to the seat of the wagon,
where he endeavored to reach the
reins, which had dropped between the
traces.
Meanwhile, the auto was running
abreast of the wagon. Lacy or “Tricks”
as he is better known, had awakened
and was wondering at the spectacle,
while Billl Hopkins, that mischievous
little rascal, was leaning out of the
car window, yelling “Giddy -ap!
Giddy-ap!”
Chuck, persevering as only he can.
finally captured the reins by dint of
some more daring athletics, and in
his best Texas drawl shouted “Whoa!”
At this the mules promptly came to
a halt, more from exhaustion than
Chuck’s masterful technique. There
v»as much cheering and backslapping,
and the grateful colored man was
presented with his vagrant jackasses.
The only thingss missing were a
sunset, a girl, a ten-gallon hat, and,
of course, mood music.
During the late snow, “Peanut”
Bain had the audacity to throw a
huge snowball at John “Dimples”
Zurlis. Having a tendency to “obey
that impulse”, John imttnediately
threw a half-nelson on “Peanut ’ an'
she hit the snow faster than a strafed
(togface, whereupon John proceeded
to pour on her until she looked a
great deal l#ke the woman someone
built in front of West during Hell
Week. It seems, girls, that “Dimples’
is no man to tamper with.
“Hink” Ward, swearing revenge
upon the ones who caused gossip to
be spread about him in last issue
related a choice morsel concerning
John Taylor, which might be en-
titeed “John’s Other Love”. Get =e
for a portion of “Treatment S”. The
fololwing is some of the dialogue re
constructed from the story recounted
by “Hink”:
“Hello, Honey, what are you doing
eut of bed so early in the afternoon?
I m afraid you’ll chill your sweet
Kttle tootsies.”
“Let’s dispense with this un-
necesary chatter, John. I have only
one thing to say—quote—It’s quits
with us—unquote.”
“B-but, Darling, what is it? Is it
someone else? Confide in me—I’ll
try to understand.”
“There is nothing to be explained.
I say again, ‘It’s quits”.
“No! No! Don’t go !”
And poor, deluded, heartbroken
John Taylor turned his face into the
fearful future with nothing to con
sole him but five or six other girls.
Miscellany:
Edna Burke and Mary Brown are
going mad trying to figure out the
cryptic letter series: N-R-A. If you
read, are in the know, and are brave
Roses and
Thoms
By Hal McDiarmid
Here’s your harbinger of evil and
bringer of good tidings again, speak
ing from the saime old stand. I have
been looking forward eagerly since
last issue, hotping someone would
give me some ideas for this column,
but so far I haven’t heard a word
from any source.
Before I get down to the business
of backslapping and throat cutting, 1
would like to repeat 4ny wish that
any of you who know of some worthy
or unworthy affair that should be
brought to light, please tell me in
person or write me a note concerning
it. This would help me to give you
a better column, I know. So—good
folks—let me hear from you.
Heading our list this week is a chap
who is rapidly making a name for
himself on this campus and on other
campuses of the North State Confer
ence as a team supporter without
peer. His ra|pid fine delivery starts
when the game starts, and stops when
the game stops. He may take it easy
during the rest periods, but from the
moment the game is resumed until
action is halted by the officials at the
close of the game his voice is easily
heard above that of the of the com-
I bined crowd. He may not be as large
in stature as “Tarzan” Morris, the
famous alumnus of the University of
North Carolina, but he has just as
good a pair of lungs!
Students from other campuses have
commented on his abilities, and I’m
happy to acknowledge them and pass
I them on to you, most of whom already
I know him. He may not be as large
in stature as “Tarzan’’ Morris, the
famous alumnus of the University of
North Carolina, but he has just as
good a pair of lungs!
1 To the leather-lunged gentleman from
; Brown Summit, Muril T. Hughes, we
offer a rousing “well done” and a
cup of sassafrass tea to oil those vocal
cords! We need several hundred like
, you Muril! (Some of you will remem
ber Muril as the bewhiskered guy
whose portrait appeared in last year’s
April Fool edition of the M & G.)
With all apologies to Ed Mulford,
while on the sports theme, I would
j like to comment on the sportsmanship
shown this year at the basketball
games. There were entirely too many
boos and other uneportsmanlike ges-
jtures used this season. Somtimes the
officiating was not so good (in my
.humble opinion, but overall it was
pretty good. I found myself booing
on a couple of occasions and didn’t
feel so good about it. Let’s try in the
future to control ourselves and leave
off these verbal outbursts.
For No
Good Reason
Well, exams are almost upon us:
so I guess I’d better get busy and
start reviewing. I’d like to offer an
orchid to all of our professors (in the
hope they’ll be -lenient come exam
time.) Good luck to all of you in the
coming trials. Buenos dias, amigos.
enough, give them the answer.
A new parlor game has lately becoime
the rage and is sweeping the colleee
campuses of the nation. If you are
interested, the only known exponents
of the pastime here at Elon are: Fred
Hoffman, Vic Strader, and" Fred
Schoffner. If approached cautiously
and in the right manner, they migth
divlge the rudiments of “Car-Car”.
Floyd Benton budding artist and
sibn painter extraordinary, was let-
ering a sign in the window of one of
the local establishments the other
day. As the people passed they would
pause and stare in amazement or
wave their hands and jeer, trying to
diffract his attention. The tight-
lipped, imperturbable Floyd, however
would merely raise an eyebrow and
stare back until the passerby left, and
then chuckle through his teeth. The
finished product is indeed a thing of
beauty.
In passing we dedicate to “Moon”
Everett the motto:
“I’m feeling mighty low”.
By Frank Orringer
Since Monday was Washington’s
birthday, your reporter decided to
celebrate by interviewing several out
standing students concerning their
thoughts on the Father of his country.
Taking the chapel period as the best
time to find students in the Ala
mance Building, the reporter stat
ioned himself near the east entrance
and asked several students this
question, “What do you think of
Washington?” Folowing is a repre
sentative sampling of the answers:
Eleanor Argenbright, an English
major—“In thinking of Washington
leave us not forget this. He seen his
duty and he done it.”
Worth Womble, physical education
major— “Washington? Personally, T
don’t think they will finish better
than fourth this year.”
Jane McCauley, President of S. C.
A.—“Sorry, bub, I never speak to
strange men.”
Baxter Twiddy, President of Mini
sterial Asociation—“So that’s why the
ipost office is closed today.”
Alton Wright, President of I.R.C.—
“Washington is all right, but there
ie a lot more to do in New York.
With the organization of classes for
the spring quarter, the problem of
finding the proper classroom will a-
ag^ain arise. Every quarter many
students miss their first classes be
cause of inability to locate the class
room. This is an unnecesary waste of
time because the rooms are numbered
by a system which is both logical
and simple, once you have mastered
the plan. For the benefit of all be
wildered students, your reporter will
demonstrate how this system works.
First, let me say that the system
was worked out by Prof. Menu Faddit,
a member of the mathematics depart
ment at the time the building was
erected. Prof. Faiddit later achieved
nation wide recognition with his book,
“How to Make a Lawn Mower out of
a Thousand Old Razor Blades.”
His task in numbering tke rooms
was somewhat complicated by the fact
that the workman engaged to tack
the numbers on the doors couldn’t
count above five. Prof. Faddit, a man
cf great resources took this into cor-
sideration by using only the digits
one to five. For numbers above five,
the digits were^ doubled. Thus the
numbers run one, two, three, four,
five, eleven, twenty-two, thirty-three,
etc. Number forty-four is missing,
as the workman ran out of fours; so
he put two fives on that door, upside
; down. i
On entering the building from the
west side, the music room to the right
is number one. Opposite this room
is classroom number two. Simple
isn t it. Next is Mr. Dunlap’s class
room which has twe doors. One is
I number three and the other number
; seven; so to simplify matters, number
five, halfway between seven and three
was taken for the number of that
clasroom.
In some sections of Australia, the
annual rate of evaporation is 15
average rainfall.
China is believed to have been the
birthplace of the orange plant.
I The day student girls’ room has
I no number as the workman finished
Mr. Dunlap’s room on Saturday and
, forgot about the girls’ room on Mon
day when he returned. So he started
with the bookstore. It seems he had
a bad weekend.
Classrooms on the second floor
follow the same plan as those on the
first except that each room is design
ated by the square of the number of
the room below it. Po-
Howells classroom, which is abpve Mr.
Dunlap s (number five, yon j,,
the square of five, or twenty-five. To
find a room on the second floor, go
to the room on the first floor just
beneath it, square the number of
^your’ O"
The large lecture room on the
second floor, where Miss Keen holds
forth was considered too big for one
number; so it is room sixty-five
eleven, thirty-two.
simply find the numbers of the two
IS quotient
have number, you probably
have the wrong building.