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Page Two THE GUILFORDIAN Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of Guilford College Editor-in-Chief Ernest White Managing Editor -- Frances Alexander Assistant Managing Editor Mary Edith Woody Business Manager i Marvin Sykes SPECIAL EDITORS Feature Editors It. Poole, Charlotte Parker, Anna Jean Bonham Sports Editor Clyde Redding Alumni Editor Miss Era Lasley Assistant Alumni Editor Mary Bryant Society Editor Marguerite Neave REPORTERS John McNairy Billy Anderson Earl Maloney Howard Wooiey William Collier Herman Trivette I.oui.se Ward L. T. New Gladys Melville Winston Davis Claude llepler Ida Mae Iliggins Jim Parsons Esther Stilson Gladys Bryan SECRETARIAL STAFF Ruth Fuquay Mary Weber Millie Glisson Elizabeth Gilleam Edith Moore Geraldine McLean Ruth Anderson Circulation Manager Earl Kuykendall Asistant Circulation Manager Mack Ray Robinson Assistant Business Manager John Bradshaw Adaress all comniunication to THE GUILFORDIAN, Guilford College, N. C. Subscription price §1.50 per year Entered at the post office in Guilford College as second class matter President-Emeritus Though it is the avowed policy of the Guilfordian not to deal in "history" ("what happened yesterday is history"), the old students of Guilford have come in the past week, not one but many, and de manded that tribute be publicly paid our president-emeritus, Dr. Ray mond Bin ford. Which in itself is tribute not to be surpassed. It is fitting also that the students should be the ones to demand that lie be recognized at his worth, for it was in the realm of student help that his work was most appreciated by the student body. Under his guidance, Guilford became an accredited college, moved steadily forward in the academic world, evolved from an ultra-conserva tive school to one of the most advanced in some lines. Dr. Binford is a part of Guilford College, bound up in its life, his tory, progress for the past thirty years. Voice in the Wilderness There was once a young woman student, an upperclassman rating with the upper crust which does exist at Guilford, who visited with her who is now number one woman student at Guilford. She was invited to a dinner party and went. Upon finishing dinner she wiped her hands upon the tablecloth and arose, letting the napkin in her lap fall unregarded to the floor as she walked away. Of a certainty, 0 Powers That Be, students could bring their own napkins to the dining hall. Most of them, being human, prefer to wipe their hands on the tablecloth, an operation which would hardly win approval anywhere else but at Guilford College. Of course, when it ceases to be a dining room and becomes a mess hall, napkins disappear, though in all south-European hot dog joints one gets his paper napkin with his dog and roll. Enough paper napkins for everyone eating at Founders' can be purchased for 1214 cents a meal, a tremendous investment for a liberal arts college to throw away 011 mere manners. Out of the Fog Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, the GUILFORDIAN plans to start the first stirrings of a long struggle to the sunshine and fresh air of financial stability. Prom the plodding obscurity of beating from pillow to post for one-inch advertisements, with monotonous columns of newsprint never broken, always coming out an issue short of what was planned, always in debt and at the mercy of the printer, begging people to work on the paper, the GUILFORDIAN hopes to be able to spread its wings with an occasional picture, to stay out of debt, to come out on schedule, to be able to have plenty of advertisements, to get people to work on the sheet because the managing editor and business manager can be offered small salaries. A great deal will not have to be done to bring about this change. It will only require that something be left undone. If the GUILFORDIAN could accept advertisements for a commodity used habitually or occasionally by probably over ninety per cent of the student body, its financial worries would be over. The ostrich sticks its head in the sand, and is thought silly for doing so. If you like your paper, either the news columns, features or edi torials, help it to the extent of trading with those business concerns which are sufficiently interested in Guilford College to advertise in its paper. And don't neglect to mention your connection with Guilford. THE GUILFORDIAN I Obviously and, perhaps, appallingly, little Dan Cupid is violating the pro visions of the love code by working overtime. Anyway, it seems that some of his arrows have been finding their marks with remarkable accuracy. And what a maze of results they have pro duced! Campus restrictions, council meetings, heart-to-heart talks —you know, but also, the little darts have been the cause of amorous greetings, unforgettable strolls, and beaming but sometimes blushing faces. It seems that those lads from "deah old Virginny" are becoming "power houses" with the fair sex. One of these lads was the fond recipient of . . . well, you ask Tuck. Furthermore, it happened in broad daylight. Which re minds this column that a certain couple took advantage of the darkness last Friday night when the lights went out in the library Oh, well, such is life. Those ministerial students are really consistent in commanding the spot light. One fair Founder's frosh re- | cently returned from a date with one of the gentlemen of this category and instantly gave vent to the secretions of her lachrymal glands. (She cried.) Poor dear! He had been so brazen as to ask her to let him hold her hand. She just couldn't believe it. And now she won't event cast a glance his way. Ain't dat sumpin? This column certainly got results from its allusions to the campus "wid ders'" plight. Certain altruistic sophs tried to ameliorate this condition the other night. Instructions were given one "rat" to put on his RAGS and stroll down the DALE with one of these wid ders. Sadly enough, these plans went awry. The reason? He might be BOR ING. My, what a "punny" thing to say I A plaintive but rather significant note was sounded when one frosh lass failed to return to the campus. Answer ing the query of why, she stated that she "couldn't gset enough to eat, and never had any chicken." Evidently she possessed a "fowlerish" appetite. Which also leaves one broken hearted lad in the northern extremities of Cox hall. From reports received by this col umn, it seems that the renowned Sun set bumming corner had quite a novel experience last week. Yep, it was laden with the fairer sex. But what is more astounding, they were our own campus co-eds. Kyle's chewy picked a very convenient place to go floocy. But, there is no pessimism over this pre dicament. Did you see "It Happened One Night?" Not a bad idea, eh? Another typical freshman question was heard the other day. Some would be swain innocently inquire!! if Mary Hobbs roomed in Founders or New Garden. He had heard so much about her that he simply must meet her. . . . Which reminds us of the suggestion made that all freshmen should know the pimento cheese sandwich joke as a requirement for admission to this in stitution. What do you think of this? Would it take too much joy out of Kyke's life? .... With our football team suffering some unfortunate re verses, can it be that one of our cap tain's very personal affairs are definitely on the rocks? Rumors are that they are no longer "that way." .... Who was the very weary gent that selected that tombstone near Founders as a place to put his sleepy head the other night? There are softer places, you know. Concerning a Library Mildred and Mary, two pretty girls, one evening had nothing whatever to do , so they went to the library. Each, with a mathematics book under an arm, clicked rhythmically into that room, designated by many names, but most commonly known as the library. They tiptoed across the well-filled room. It might be well at this time to mention my authority for these state ments. Two of my friends, seated in ; different corners of that room, each assured me that the girls tiptoed in. I can well believe it for I was in the stacks at the time and could but barely hear them. Of course you argue, this is but a minor point. I agree, but add that proof should always be offered. To proceed: Quietly sitting down at a table they opened a conversation with a nearby boy. He was not responsive, so they turned their attention to another boy sitting at another table. This time they met with success. The hum of their well modulated voices inter spersed with trilling laughter, well suppressed, was both pleasing and soothing to their neighbors who were trying with great success to digest the dialogues of Plato or to master the principles of the constitutional law. True, one boy did slam his bofek shut and stamp off noisily as if he were angry. But these boys; what more can you expect of them anyhow? lie prob ably ate something that didn't agree with him. My story breaks off abruptly at this point and we go to the moral. Every story must have a moral. If it weren't for morals there would be 110 stories, but I digress. The anger of the young man, who must not have known how to study or he would not have grown angry, might have ruined the evening for those two charming girls. In this particular case it did not. But this next is a very serious point and needs weighty con sideration. llow are wo going to safe guard our student body from repeti tions of this incident? Bepetition that might prove disturbing on future oc casions? Friends, this question is not lightly to bo put aside! Strange as it seems to most of us, much unwarranted and outrageous behavior might occur again and we must guard ourselves against it! With duo modesty I suggest hesi tantly the following plan: 1. To announce in chapel, din ing rooms, and class meetings that all students who do not know how to study should stay in their respective rooms, or at least keep out of the li brary. Also, a placard to this effect should be placed on the library door. 2. The librarian should bo requested to reserve tables at all times for con genial groups. These tables could bo signed up for in advance. This would be a great advantage for dating cou ples. 3. In regard to the use of the stack rooms. All light should be removed. Couples wishing tables should bo re quired to sign up as far in advance as is deemed necessary.. A small fee could be charged for stack room tables, tho said to go toward the use of the purchase of new books. Books look well on the shelves. 4. The librarian should be required to keep on each table an adequate sup ply of paper wads, and rubber bands; also, the librarian should bo required to replenish the supply as needed dur ing the course of an evening. The above suggestion merely covers a few of the mechanical requirements. In regard to conduct I have not on; thing to say; in all things we must give the girl precedence. We must respect her actions and her attitudes, in all things she must come first. We, as true and loyal subjects, will follow as she leaves. I realize that this is but a poor sug gestion. I offer it humbly in the spirit of "bigger and better times." I offer it merely in the hope that it will arouse other and greater minds than mine in other and greater ways, to the dan gers that assail our rights as individu als. We cannot allow a few to cor rupt our group. We must stand con- October 6, 1934 "~~"f la * J An Idea of Hell If you should go to Hell (which I hope you won't) and if you should travel down the long road that runs through tho middle of that Hellish city; and if you should see on the corner of a wide street a gaunt figure, looking anxiously up one side and down tho other, you may know that that gaunt and anxious figure is me. For I hate above all things to wait —to wait for some one — to wait indefinitely, not knowing what might happen or what is happening. Tho Devil, I am sure, will have me waiting for someone— someone that I love, and he will plague me with anxious fears, terrible acci dents, horrible deaths, and I shall be waiting—waiting—forever! Fear Tonight after all was still and the shsifting twilight had organized itself into darkness, I walked down a lonely road unafraid. Saying to myself, "All is well." Then far off in the distant wood I heard the cry of a hoot owl to its mate. Hoo-1100. Me feet turned homeward. 0, I was not afraid but it is good to be home when the twilight has deepened into darkness. A Kid's Game Oh! you cliildisli "cribbers," why do you cheat on exams, and insult your own intelligence and that of the teach er by indulging in such foolishness? After all, you are in college, and throw ing spit-balls is slightly out of order —if you get what I mean. We can rather overlook a child of seven run ning away to escape punishment for swiping a little jam, but to forgive a college student for quietly stealing knowledge to put down on an exami nation paper is not humanly possible. Before the honor system the Student was vigilantly watched and each exam was a sort of drama between villain professor and students. But we out grew that childishness and installed an honor system that was more in keep ing with our age—new dignity as in dividuals who are able to leave home, ride on a train by ourselves, and buy our own soap and toothpaste without parental guidance. What I mean is, wo have a grown-up honor system in order that we may develop what little initiative and individuality and abili ties we have in ourselves —and then we cheat on exams—steal other people's ideas or knowledge and put them on paper—or just plain copy out of a book. Why bring on the paper dolls? I need not go into details of the "wrongness" of cheating, etc. You know all that by heart, emphasizing that "cheating" or "cribbing" is child ish and if for no other reason wo should cut it out. Go on if you must, be a bad character and push poor lit tle ducks in water—but please don't bo a nit-wit. Every student who sees another one cheating should look upon him as a poor, deluded nut deserving pity or ridicule. Our cribbers woulud be few if we treated them as if they were just a little queer or "off-balance"—just sort of unfortunte "accidents." For, after all, aren't they just a little "pe culiar"? Come on, fellow students, buck up and be your age. Cut this cribbing before tho Honor System passes out on us and we're back where we started. cretely together or weakly apart. If tho former, we are impervious to cor ruption ; if the latter, the evil will seep in until theli very tenets of our beliefs will be washed away. Once more I ask it, consider these my suggestions, revolve them in your minds, add to them and then, let us act together.
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