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MAROON AND GOLD
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 10," 1948
Maroon and Gold letters to the editor
Edited and printed by students Qf Elon_
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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1948
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O TANNENBAUM!
About this time every year, greeting,
card manufacturers pull themselves out of
the red, the slick magazines add hundreds
of pages to take care of the ads, and the
department stores rid themselves of slow
moving merchandise decorated with tin
sel.
For more than a month each year too,
the old trite songs find themselves enjoy
ing a renewed popularity for no other
reason than that they contain the words
‘Santa Claus,” or “Chris-tnAs.” All the
budding song writer has to. do to get a
start in this age of misguided sentimen
tality is to include in his insipid aria any
thing having a Yuletifie connotation. This
is the time of year when the great variety
of truly beautiful music goes begging,
while about three songs monopolize the
airways and the coin-operated phono
graphs.
And Junior soaks Dad for twenty of the
green so he can get the girl friend a
piece of brass and glass jewelry. So Dad
heaves a deep sigh and has Mom turn the
collars on his threadbare shirts. Why?
Because it would be “just too, too revolt-
ingly horrible” if that vacuum-headed lit
tle gal didn't receive a present from Juni
or. Junior would be given the boot] be
cause those things just aren't done.
Here comes Santa Claus! Ha! If little
William could only catch that bewhiskered
old coot—bringing him an erector set
when he wanted an automatic revolving ma-
chine-gun with a case of incendiary bul
lets!
Benevolent soul that he is, dear Father
doesn’t even bother to open all those long
thin packages. Why should he spoil his
day by gagging over those nauseating ties
and forcing a sickly and hypocritical smile
of gratitude?
Cynical? In a way. But merely the re
sult of observance, we assure you. Brush
aside the glittering tinsel to the sordiness
beneath. Christmas has become the huck
sters’ heaven wherein they joyously fight
a battle royal for the magnificent dollar.
Regardless of our religious views, our
ingrained dogmas and tenets, we cannot
help seeing the beauty in the original mes
sage and spirit of Christmas, that is, if
we can find it in the jungle of gaudy trap
pings and thoughts of self.
We buy a dollar’s worth of Christmas
seals and spend two dollars to help make
an oprhan’s lot happier. This is wonder
ful; the more the better, but on the other
hand we will rid ourselves of many times
this much for some flimsy gewgaw which
will probably Be found two weeks later in
Having read this piece, many of you
-will be insulted, a few embarrassed and
perhaps just one enlightened. It is for
the one who will be enlightened that I
write.
Since my first day at Flon I have
worked iri the dining hall. At times I
would prefer to call it a “mess” hall.
With this in mind permit me to proceed.
Without adoubt this year you students
have reached the optimum in Elon's din
ing halls. This seems a misstatement in
the face so many complaints.
But wait, what do these complaints con
sist of? First, they are based on pure
unadulterated ignorance; second, they are
voiced by the young and inexperienced;
third, they are founded on the assumption
that the world and Elon College owes
them something; and fourth, they stem
from man’s lack of courtesy to man.
Shall I continue? Rather than consider
each point let me sum it all up. You
students are terribly busy, but you find
time enough to stand before the dining
hall entrance for a half-hour before the
doors are scheduled to open and when
they are flung open, dash madly toward
the counter, trampling each other in the
rush.
Shouting, singing and whistling, you
jostle and sway in line; you deposit your
gum wherever it may fall from your
mouth, though some, more considerate
than others, mash it into the floor with
their feet.
I can understand why many of you are
in college— your parents wanted to eat
their meals in peace and quiet, so they
sent you to school.
A lack of consideration for your fellow
man is paramount in your ill manners. It
requires a man working full time keeping
constant vigilance to limit you poor under
fed people to one dessert. Even this is
not completely satisfactory because you
are so diabolically clever in taxing two.
The fellow at the end of the line has a
good reason to complain because the des
sert supply has been depleted. After all,
sufficient quantity was cooked to supply
only one for each person.
The starving Armenians must relinquish
all claim to fame after one season of com
plaint from Elon’s football squad. Some
how the ones causing the loudest com
plaints were the same ones the coaches
complained about as having two left feet
and more muscle than brain. To bear out
my argument I will say this: I have never
heard Spivey complain. How about you,
Dickerson?
My argument to support the theory of
ignorance is simple. Choice: spaghetti or
potatoes. Your answer: “I want both.”
Next remarks heard: “That dining hall
serves too much starch.” Try to serve a
new dish: “I want black-eyed peas and
corn.” Phoey.
If you want to know just what the world
owes you, let me answer with a question.
What don’t you owe the world?
I cannot hear a word you say because
your actions speak so loudly.
Your humble seravnt,
J. F. Hoffman.
RHYME OR REASON
A Thoughtful Word At Christmas
Someone whispered into my ear,
“Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!”
I turned to see from whence it came;
Found neither the speaker nor his name.
I looked again a second time.
And then it flashed into my mind—
’Twas not the speaker I should see;
It was the joy he shared with me.
A gift he gave to each and all;
It was not large, nor was it small;
’Twas just a thoughtful word of cheer—
“Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!”
—By Charlotte Rothgeb.
the back of the closet.
Here is the answer: vanity must be sat
isfied; ego must be bolstered. The Amer
ican must feed his conceit by outdoing his
fellows, regardless of the throats cut, the
weak trampled. We are slaves to a tradi
tion created by money-grubbers. While
we are hypnotized by the gleam of. a dia
mond, our fellows die of exposure and star
vation. Behind the facade of benevolence
hypocrisy lies—and lies and lies.
—And a Merry Christmas to you, too!
... mth a shovel
By JOAN BOLWELL
It won’t be long now, kids. Have you ^
all written to Santa yet and told him all
your little heart’s desires? Seems like
Hackney has already received his pres
ent, but not from St. Nick. How is your
morale. Hack?
Have you girls been through the third
degree yet? Are you sporting a ball and
chain? Christmas is coming, so you bet
ter level off. We all know . . . CEN
SORED.
Big Boy Zurlis ought to take up sketch
ing, or as most men say, etching. The
resemblance to Jeff Davis was remark
ably realistic, eh Johnny? Only one com
plaint from the' critics; the landscape
wasn’t muddy enough.
Did you ever listen to the bits of con
versation while standing in the chow
line? It can be quite amusing . . . “Did
you hear the one about the Jap soldier
and the U. S. Marine . . .?” (For finis
see T. P.) “Check the walk on that one!”
“He’s so cute; wonder if he has a car.”
'Oh boy, black-eyed peas again!” “It real
ly wasn't what I expected.” ‘Take it off;
who said you could wear my skirt? ” “Won
der if the biscuits bounce today.”
Nancy McDonough’s current song favor
ite is “All I Want For Xmas Is Three Front
Teeth.” Bufort Andrews says he'll settle
for one. Must have been a terrific week
end in Suffolk, Mary Lou . . . your room
mate has been lugging trays all week . . .
Janie Blackburn was certainly in an em
barrassing situation this past weekend . . .
Johnny W'atson is the perfect photograph
er’s model . . . Pate, how do you rate?
Knitting has become the rage in West
lately . . . Jean Harris is going to knit
a handkerchief for a present to her fath
er .. . Tony’s yellow Jeepster is the new
est thing on campus . . . from now on,
Claude, you’d better stay awake when rid
ing the bus.
It wouldn’t be Christmas without snow,
so let’s all hope for some. The carols on
the juke-boxes are quite popular, but “Lili
Marlene” rates first with the dart ex
perts.
That’s all—Ring the bells and keep up
those holiday spirits. Hang up your stock
ing and maybe Santa will put a motor
cycle in it. Have fun.
rodomontade rampant
By ROBERT RUBINATE
Thanksgiving was tedious for most of
US. It’s hard to crowd all one wants to do
into four short days.
Despite the fact that most of us lit out
for home, the Elon bleachers at Memorial
Stadium were overflowing last November
24. Oh yes, Guilford lost.
Coming back in the half-empty bus, the
team talk was light and jovial. Bobby
Harris bowed out with a fine performance
and Claude Gentry was in the Guilford
backfield so often that only his uniform
distinguished him. Bobby did some fine
punting that day. Bill Barger mentioned
the fact and Harris beamed back, “Didn’t
know I had it in me, did you?” Neither
did we, Bobby, neither did we.
It must have been a gigantic gopher
that dug the furrows around Senior Oak.
Dick Kearns, now at Chapel Hill, popping
up all over . . . even at Guilford.
May have been mistaken, but was that
a baby carriage parked outside of West?
Don’t miss “Gas Light,” playing two
nights . . . Dec. 14-15.
The dining room floor had a sparkle
when classes started after the holidays.
Come now, Herr Hoffman—did you actu
ally count those three hundred blobs of
discarded chewing gum?
Little ol’ Jane upcnurch bemoans the
fact that she is never mentioned in these
pages. Dry your bloodshot eyes, dearie.
Why does everyone think a hitchhiker
will readily understand his many trou
bles.
We did find a genial gentleman the
other day who followed Elon’s games. He
says he believes all the worst announcers
broadcast our grid battles. “The an
nouncer for the Guilford game kept men
tioning a guy named Zero,” he said. “Is
he really good or does he have relatives in
radio?”
No one appreciates fine music more
than we, but we do believe Mr. Dupre
should have varied the score in his con
cert. However, we do wish to thank him
for dusting off the pipes. Didn’t think the
organ had that much music in it.
Dick's Yawn
Patrol A Hit
By HARVEY FOUSHEE
“Situated on the saturated
banks of South Buffalo Creek,”
in radio station WGBG, inhere
Dick McAdoo holds forth every
morning from 7:00 to 8:00 with
the “Yawn Patrol.”
Dick began his radio work in
March, 1947, and has since be
come one of the favorite “disc
jockeys” of Elon students. When
he returned from service, he was
disabled, and the future looked
pretty dark to him from a chair.
He .was unable to stand for any
great length of time.
While looking for work, he was
sent out to the radio station for
an audition. As all early morn
ing listeners know, he got the
job.
Dick says the “disc jockey” type
of radio show is one of the hard
est to do, but he prefers this kind
to others.
“I have two such programs now
—one at seven in the morning en
titled “The Yawn Patrol” and an
other at 10:30 called “McAdoo’s
Mid-morning Morale Music.”
Dick wants all the Elon'students
to drop him a card so he can play
their requests.
Dick’s hobby Is flying. He owns
a Globe Swift and often flies to
Dick McAdoo of the “Yawn Patrol” ... . 7 8 o’clock, WGBG
and from work, landing at a
nearby airport.
rin July of this year, he was fly
ing around Hillsboro, N. C., when
he climbed out on the wing to put
on a little act. He slipped off the
v.'ing at approximately 600 feet,
but luckily he was wearing a par
achute.
Tomorrow, December 11, Dick
will marry Miss Frances DeLoach,
whom he met while hanging
around the airport. She is a pilot
too.
McAdoo’s “Hit Parade” in
cludes, in first place, “Slow Boat
To China,” by Kay Kyser; and
close behind is “My Darling,”
“Two Front Teeth” is coming up
fast, he says. Watch out for a new
platter entitled “Smiling
Through,” by Jo Stafford.
CAMPUS BRIEFS
KAMPUS KROSSWORD
Thursday night, Dec. 2, the Elon
College Lyceum Series presented
Marcel Dupre, brilliant French
virtuoso, in an organ recital in
Whitley Auditorium. Mr. Dupre
has already played over 600 re
citals in this country. He has
been acclaimed by critics as one
of the truly great organists.
W3ien Parks Norman, Jr., went
in to purchase a recording of his
new theme song, “All I Want For
Christmas Is My Two Front
Teeth,” he made the mistake of
smiling. When the clerk saw that
Parks was missing four front teeth
he tried to sell him two records.
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It has been revealed by Phi
Psi Cli editor, Jeanne Meredith,
that the 1948-49 edition will be
ready for publication by Dec. 15.
All materials are ready with the
exception of some fraternity pic
tures which are expected to be in
soon. Students can expect to re
ceive their issues about May 15,
Miss Meredith says.
ACROSS
1. German word for no.
5. A cow shed.
9. To unite.
10. Twelve months.
11. Spanish for sun.
12. Title of a king |abbrev.)
14. Student organization.
15. A state (abbrev. reversed).
16. To perceive by ear.
17. An article.
18. Permanent job.
20. Pertaining to sound.
21. Preposition.
23. A suffix.
24. Initials of Elon’s choo choo.
26. Old norse |slang).
28. French pronoup,
masculine singular.
29. A falsehood.
30. Row of seats
31. Hill in Jerusalem.
32. Butter substitute.
33. City in Nevada.
DOWN
1. Elon Player.
2. A winner Thanks
giving day.
3. Physically upwell.
4. Northern state
(abbrev.)
5. Near to.
6. Affirmative.
7. Old Jewish ■^ord for contempt
8. Period of time.
12. Marked by valiant courage.
13. Nymph of Greek mythology.
15. An exclamation.
16. Means of guiding animals.
18. Rhyming consonants.
19. A cola beverage.
21. Preposition.
22. Pointed piece of metal.
24. Bud of a plant.
25. A game of skill.
27. Slang expression.
29. To recline.
SI. Chemical symbol for zirconium
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Elon s Household Arts Club drop their knitting to take time out for a photograph. (Left to right)
seated: Doris Shipton, Ellen Spivey, Mary Butler and Elizabeth Raines. Standing: Dorothy Las
siter, Dorothy Brinkley, Mabel Long, Nell Britton and Jane Peterson.