THE LITERARY PAGE
Hello, Folks
It's fine to feel the air ag a ' n
Nurse has kept us in for a \vh°' e
month, and we only got out this
time by running away. S ° me
excuse about a new carriage, 01
cold weather, or maybe it was
cold
feet on her part. Anyhow w e re
out, and hope to come often. We
overheard the nurse say something
about " alternate issues wh en
the ads are sold " which we
take to mean that with some fu
ther decorations in the way of aM
appropriate costume we will he
allowed to appear every two weeks- j
which makes us happy.
We know we are not very hi''? 1 '
yet. But we did think you would
take enough interest in us to give j
us a name. However, in this world
of free thinkers and evolutionists
and rationalists, and all kinds 0 [
unorthodox believers, there is a j
theory abroad that a child should
grow up naturally without little
red wagons and roller skates, ex- j
cept such as they can invent f° r
themselves. So we'll go one step I
further, and declare that if we've
got to live alone we can do i'j
without a name. Anyhow christen
ings are rather orthodox and arbi
trary when one ccis'dois that a"
child ren display their individuality
very early in the choice of an
implement to cut their teeth on,
and thereby recei ? ".I k-names that
are more to taste than the
Reginalds and Percivals bestowed
by the bishop. And if further
argument is necessary instances can
be cited where grown-up ladies
still cling to the title "Baby," a nd
live up to it, too. So if we are not
going to get a name we will choos e
to be called by the title of clas
sification given to us at birth;
and lest you should think we a r e
addicted to flippancy, will promise
to try to live up to the phras?
"Literary," as our limited intel
ligence understands it.
Read This First
We were about to call this de
partment a menu again, until w e j
observed that the feature article j
of the page concerns the remini
scences of a cornerstone. NoW
cornerstones can in no way be re-'
garded as the introduction to aj
dinner, and reminiscences are rather
intangible things to digest so for
once we will call a spade a spade,
and inform you that this eolyum
is a "Table of Contents with Pre
fatory Notes."
Magazine Shelf—a lot of val-j
uable information about October j
Harpers, dressed up attractively
with what we would call October
language, all colorful and fancy
with maple-leaf similes— (you see
when we try to be matter-of-fact I
where our imagination strays). Too
bad the writer refuses to sign "it-1
self" with at least a decipherable
pen name.
Inspirations are characteristic o>
everybody, but more particularly'
of sophomores. We like to waki
up feeling like that first quatrain
says.
"The Descent into the Maelstrom"
is unintelligible enough to be a 'i
Ibsen title. Evidently the play is
one of action rather than words
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| MAGAZINE SHELF :j
;| HARPERS
Autumn is in the air. We ven
! ture 'this explanation for those
; who 3 re too deeply immersed in
Physics and Quantitative Analysis
to note the f ac t. The leaves are
turning) Hallowe'en fancies are al
ready on sale at Woolworths', and
Sophomore theme writers have stop
; Ped comparing the campus to cer
tain T verdani freshmen. All of
which i s but proof, as we said be
j f°re, that Ooctober is here.
Likewise, October's Harpers is
j°n the shelf . ..and having now
I ar rived at the real object of our
I discourse (which was to inveigle
unwary students into reading it)
We shall stop all the potecal nonsense
and proceed to facts. We were
about to say that the cover to
•his issue is as flaming a yellow
ias the umbrella tree between the
library a °d Kings Hall, and that
1 the but there we are off
a "ain. Anyway the cover does not
have so much to do with it; as
bere a magazine's popularity is
evinced rather by its conspicuous
lack of cover, [hit do take a peep
beneath the cover for it is worth it-
For th° se with a serious turn of
wind who revel in deep problems
| and social analvsis there :is an
a 't>cle, "Freedom Reconsidered" by
■James Ha rve y Robinson, the author
of that much debated book "The
| Mind in the Making"
| ' )e(, ause whose endorsement six
I eminent professors were dismissed
fr °m the University of Tennessee.
As a direct contrast, "The affairs
j the Morgans" makes good light
I r ®ading f° r those of a more frivo
'°Us mind, and should evoke in
terest. It concerns a young lady of
fourteen, in the course of two
hour's manages to catch a gloomy
y°ung man, entertain him with ultra
modern flapper sophistication and!
Philosophy, propose to him, and
'hen, being rejected, triumphantly
bear him up town, and proceed to
accept two pairs of shoes as re
tribution.
Under the heading of serious and
serni. serious are grouped "Kings
°f the Waters," which might be
called a fish-and-alligator story.
Country the Syberites," and a
good article on the Problems of
'"dia b v James W. Garner.
For barrassed committees work
in" on next week's society program
we suggest a paper on the "Coal
Problem." There are eight papers
of it j n Harper's, camouflaged un
der the '''' e of "Our Chained
Prometheus," which we were in
duced to read laboring under the j
delusion that it was a dog story.
frails to Tiny Towns" we hesi
tate to approach as our space is
limite c ] To tell the truth we were;
s0 ch ar med with them, and with
Gertrude Zf?r who wrote them,
that got out back numbers and
read a ]] we could find, and then
wished there were more.
The short stories are good too.
l'i the back are several humorous j
various gossipy little tid- 1
bits about the contributors and good
' au ghable jokes. Read and chuckle
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THE GUILFORDIAN
INSPIRATIONS
;i; By Geneva Highfield
TWO QUATRAINS
The day is dawning in the East,
1 "! Now night leaves the sky;
5 E'en thus it is in life's long day,
n' The dawn awakes and clouds roll
is j b >'-
J The day is passing in the west
[J All in wondrous glow;
r ]Oh when I sometime come to rest
[ May it be even so.
* *
f CAN EYES TELL?
■- Can eyes tell the depths
j Of one's soul?
s i Can they disclose to others,
vj Things untold?
t Can eves tell the love
I 1
n The heart may hold
> Toward one, when by the lips
. | 'Tis untold?
*
, | HERE'S IDEAS FOR THE GLEE
A CLUB
. "Back home again in Indiana
t Arid it seems that I can see"
("The old oaken bucket
! j The moss-covered bucket
: j The iron-bound bucket
That hung in the —"
: "Swanee river, far, far away,
There's where my"
"Bon nie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
i Oh, bring back my"
"Little girl you know I love you
j And I long for"
| "My country, 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers"
"Were seeing Nellie home
They were seeing Nellie home.
| And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilt
ing party
They were seeing Nellie home."
The Descent Into the Maelstrom ;
Scene—The front entrance to
Cox Hall. An unsightly litter '
of brown paper covers the whole 1
>f the stage in sight. In the center, 1
upstage, are the stone steps also !
covered with tattered brown paper. 1
bight upstage is seen a garbage '
can filled with brown paper. The '
lower half of two windows are s
seen, one at extreme right, the other 1
opposite. Scraps of brown paper '
are hanging to the sills. Down- 1
stage are small splotches of grass '
almost covered with brown paper. '
lime—Any time after the 12th of J
September. £
lime of playing—Varies accord- 1
ing to the hero's temper and temper- 1
ament. t
(Rising Curtain). 
Enters a loudly dressed Fresh. '
He goes upstage with a shipwrecky s
swagger. He pauses and cocks his '
head at an angle of- about fortyfive '
degrees with reference to the earth. '
and yawns. Suddenly a ten poun 1 1
BROWN paper bag of water lands 1
upon his head bursting into a grand
series of cascades. i
Fresh." (Censored) " 1
(Quick Curtain). 1
Dinkins '26.
Miss Nellie Morris spent the week
end at her home in Kernersville.
Messrs. Perry Taylor and John
Brown of White Plains were visi
tors on the campus Sundav.
Ancient Cornerstone
Becomes Reminiscent
Tells Story of Quaker Students
of Fifty years Ago
"One day last week, as I was en
joving my accustomed afternoon nap
in my usual resting place near the
' Meeting House, I was rudely awa
" kened from a pleasant dream by
the sound of unfamiliar voices.
Rousing myself and looking about
I discovered a group of young
people near by busily engaged in
pulling leaves from the big oak
tree and discoursing about lobes,
veins, etc. 'Ah,' thought 1, 'times
are not so bad as I had feared if
j young people can still observe and
' intelligently discuss their surround
ings.'
"But wait. I had decided too soon
for see what happened the next
moment. It seemed that I too was
to recieve a part of this attention.
Carelessly shoving at me with her!
feet one of the girls thus indicated
me to her companions.
'Look at this funny old stone.
What do you suppose it's here for?
" 'Oh. I don't know,' replied an
other, 'lt's probably part of some
old building, come on, let's go
hunt some more leaves.'
"'Funny old stone indeed! Intel
ligently discuss your surroundings,
do you?,' thought I. indignantly.
'Young women, if you'd only give
me a chance I could tell you more ,
things than your close-cropped '
heads could comprehend. I could
tell you of things that happened 
here long before you were a part
of this world. I could tell you
tales of your grandfathers and 1
grandmothers that would make you 
open your eves.' j i
"This line of thought threw Kie!'
into a reminiscent mood and before J
I knew it I was back in the Guil- 
ford of 'long ago.' Ah! how dif- 1
ferent my surroundings, and what (
a contrast in its people of then j i
and now.
The handsome brick meeting |
house at my left is no longer there t
but much farther from the road c
near the back of the cemetery is a
simple building of rough boards 'c
which was the meeting house that a
my 'old time' Friends used to c
attend. W hat a pleasure it was to c
see them pass every First Day. In i
my fancy I see them again; first '
the men of the village with their i3
families walk or drive slowly by. h
How stately they look in their broad "
brimmed hats and stiff high stocks. 1
And how becomingly the matrons a
are dressed in sober grey or brown j (
with charming 'quaker bonnets' to a
match. Next comes a group of
college girls accompanied bv two 1'
or three lady teachers. They make >
a charming picture as they move >
sedately toward the meeting house, c
their sober young faces alight with
the anticipation of Sabbath worship.
A little later the college boys pass,
they too with earnest coutenance I
and dignified bearing. 1,
"Inside the meeting house the girls
are seated on one side and the ii
boys on the other with a partition il
between, so that there is nothing to
divert their attention from worship s
Many interesting stories have come tl
to me out of that meeting house, s
One I remember in particular. b
unusually hot day in the early
fall when the house was nearly full, n
the college boys and girls being in n
| their respective pla"es, one devout
:s Quaker brother arrived a little late.
Walking slowly down the aisle he
went to his seat well up at the
'"| front. After sitting down he reach-
Pled up to remove his hat when much
e | to his own chagrin and much to
'■ j the delight of those devout young
v men and women (? ) off came not
• only his hat, hut with it his wig,
it leaving him thus truly 'uncovered in
" the presence of the Lord.'
n "My mind shifts now and I am
k | brought sharply back to the world
of reality, this being caused by
s the 'honk' of a motor as it speeds
f on its way, by the whir of and
1 aeroplane directly over me, and
- by a bunch of college boys who in
J unbecoming clothing troop bois
i terously out to the field back of
t the Y. M. C. A. and with much noise
3 and vehemence begin kicking a
. large ball about. 'Ah, young men,'
■ I say to my self, "your grandfathers
! indulged in no such needless exer
|
cise. Their time was taken up in
. the earnest pursuit of knowledge
and the improvement of their minds.
Thev used to walk slowly by me,
• the ir eyes bent upon the open book
in their hand as they industrously
recited 'amo, amas, amat.'
"This kicking of the ball however
made me think of the first match
game of baseball ever plaved at
Guilford College. Now that was a
game for you!. How those men play
ed! and what a score,! 63 and 17 in
Guilford's favor, a forerunner of
all her numerous victories but to my
mind surpassed by none.
"A feeling of sadness comes over
me and I sigh for those good old
days, those days of peace and quiet
when one's rest was never desturbed
I by the energies of noisv boys and
girls. I look about the campus
and see no dear reminders of the
past except Founders Hall, the old
oak trees, and the squirrels scur
■ rying among their branches.
I " 'But,' you ask me, 'are you not
proud of the handsome new dormi
tories and other buildings now found
on the campus'?
\ es, surely I am. These marks
of progress make me very happy
and I have rejoiced with the addition
of each improvement. There is no
denying the fact that my surround
ings are more beautiful and better
in every respect than in the old
days. But it is your predescessors
here that I am concerned with, those
model young people who helped to
bring this progress about. They
are the makers of the history of
Guilford College. But. there, I had
another thought! Who knows? Per
haps you, too, may be makers of
history. Well, we shall see and if
vou are worthy of mention fifty
years from now I'll tell your grand
children about you."
—B. H. E. '24.
(Continued from Column 1)
But then, all good dramatists give
lengthy stage directons.
The story of the old cornerstone
is too good to be missed. Read
it and see if you don't agree.
The classics for this week were
selected with a view to matching
the season—somewhere between
summer vacations and winter coal
bills.
Quips are like conversations, you
must laugh accommodatingly and
not believe a word that's said.
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