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THE GUILFORDIAN
Published semi-monthly b,v the students of Guilford College during
the school year except during examinations and holfiltty periods.
Member North Carolina Collegiate Press Association
Editor-in-Chief Frances Alexander
Managing Editor Rill> Anderson
Assistant Managing Editor Marguerite Neave
Business -Manager ... John Bradsliaw
SI'ECIAL EDITORS
Feature Editors Iluth Anderson. Charlotte Parker
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Alumni Editor Miss Era Lasley
Assistant Alumni Editor . Mary Bryant
Society Editor -—Rebecca Weant
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REPORTERS
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Entered at the post office in Guilford College as second class matter
Like mad dogs, we scramble for power. We fight so that our voice
may be heard among the others, no matter what it says. It cannot say
llie tiling they, who are 111 power, offer. It must lie different, so its
owner will lie noticed.
Due to this "scrambling" impulse or, perhaps, we shall call it the
"fighting" instinct, we are unable to cooperate many times. We just
get our "ire" up—stifk our oar in and sink the boat, instead of help
ing it sail ahead by cooperating a little. There are a few things 011
campus this way. It is mainly to be found within the organizations
themselves, for example cooperation between officers in some organi
zations is non-existent.
Yet we are thankful that as a larger group we can cooperate. This
has been proved by the readiness with which the seating arrangement
in the dining-room has been taken up and enjoyed by the student body.
It also goes to prove that a little cooperation goes a long way in mak
ing a success. Let's have a glimpse of it in the other campus situations.
Several stores from the city of Greensboro and community are
interested enough in Guilford College and Guilford students to adver
tise in the Guilford College news organs. The people who do so are
jill courteous and offer excellent service at the same time.
W do not know how well you read the ads, but we ask that in all
due consideration for those stores which are friendly to the college,
to try them first for things you may need to buy. Some of these stores
have just as excellent service as others which apparently hold the
college trade in contempt.
We hope that the students of Guilford will give their advertisers
a chance whenever possible. They're worth it.
Are We Awake and Alive?
Are we awake and living life to its fullest, or are we just meander
ing dully along living our own selfish lives? This question is asked in
all seriousness of us, the so-called younger genereation. The older
people always put it. to us with: It's up to your generation to right
the wrongs of the world. We can't do this sitting down. We must be
011 the alert, think things through, give of our time, energy, and ideas
towards the ultimate good of the universe.
Why say we must? After all, it's not we must, but we may, for
each of us has that divine spark if he will let go of personal considera
tions for a moment. Perhaps this will bring forth the solution of some
perplexing world problem; for instance, the problem of war and peace.
Just sitting by indifferently and letting important issues go by
never solved anything yet. If you and you and you and all other
readers of this paper were to realize the importance of the war-peace
issue, to think it, out squarely and decide what you would do when
the situation arises, the problem would be partially solved.
Enter into groups that discuss the question, discuss till the thought
crystallizes, then stick to your opinion. Only then will we really know
if it would be possible to have peace with us as the coming generation—
for if we don't think, we drift, and war is an easy thing to drift into
with no knowledge.
This is true for other issues of importance to us as individuals, as
well as to the group. All we need is a little stimulation, cold water
thrown in our faces, to wake us up.
It's Too Elusive
Do Your Bit
THE GUILFORDIAN
—rSf
If you're inclined to give credence
to those many tales of uncertain origin
that tell of forces obviously super
natural, betake yourself to a quiet- cor
ner (not in the library) and p-ruse the
pages of the November Harper's Month
ly. Therein you will find the ingeni
ously devised story of one Mr. A. H. Z.
Carr —"The Hunch."
In this very short story Mr. Carr re
lates the strange meeting of two gen
tlemen of notably different back
grounds.
How strongly the typical "big-time"
gangster influences the tenor of the
debonair youth's very existence is de
picted with significant clarity.
Mr. Carr's complete lack of restraint
in his incomparable dialogue and his
truly invigorating humor will appeal
to any half-way "human" being.
now I have come to know the jargon
of changing and unchanging seasons
speaking multi-voiced thru life,
now I understand the cycle of moods
that make a silver chant in me—
as from ecstasy to deep boredom
I shift continually.
fall is tlie music now—
so soon to deepen into
winter's lovely lethargy,
the leaf shades lie drowsy
and dappled in the haunts
of noon, and life swells into
the throats of birds and into
things that creep and buzz—
and to the souls of men
quickens once more the stir
of dark nostalgic yearning.
A moonbeam slides across the floor
Chasing a shadow before it.
Outside, the wind is singing
The trees to sleep;
And inside, blanketed by the dark,
Two voices whisper softly.
WHY BE LONESOME?
Write Aunt Rosie
Dear Aunt Rosie:
I.,'ist year I gave up all my boy
friends for one man. I went with him
constantly, and all was love, peace, and
Happiness, lie was such a nice boy,
too —the nicest boy in all Virginia, I
always used to say; and now oh,
Aunt Itosie, this is too much!—lie has
left me. Tell me what to do, Auntie
dear, or I shall have to go into a mon
astery—oops! convent. I mean. What
do you suggest?
I )ISTRACTEI> SOPHOMORE.
Dear Distracted Sophomore:
Maybe it would be better if you
stayed out of rooms with locked doors.
Also, it's diplomatic to forget about
"dream men" that you met elsewhere.
AUNT ROSIE.
Dear Aunt Itosie:
The Most Terrible Thing has hap
pened ! A nasty old sophomore has
stolen my sweet dream of love. lie
was always so sweet to me in English
class, and he even took me out a cou
ple of times. And then, SIIK came
into my life! And now, I haven't
heard a word from him for a week,
except for a phone call which I was
unfortunately not present to receive,
i am going to apologize to him for not
being there; and if he won't accept my
apology, I'm afraid I'll have to give
up. What do you suggest?
LOVELY FRESHMAN.
Dear L. F.:
Give up. AUNT ROSIE.
Dear Aunt Rosie:
I've met my dream woman at last!
When I think what might have hap
pened if I had not gotten that part in
"Death Takes a Holiday"—oh, but I
can't bear the thought! But that is
where I tirst really came to know her
Letters to the Editor
Please limit your letters to 200 words.
(Editor's Note: In connection with
this exaggerated, ridiculous criticism, I
have taken the liberty to append a few
remarks refuting what this apparently
finickey-stomached writer has said.)
To the Editor of the Guilfordian:
I was very much interested in a short
editorial appearing in the last issue of
your publication. This article was titled
"We Are Gripers." Being a newcomer
to Guilford College, 1 am, perhaps, not
very well informed as to the usual
standard of food in our dining room.
I must admit, however, that I am one
of this so-called "insidious group" of
gripers.
Mr. Editor, had it ever occurred to
you that possibly the reason for small
graduating classes at Guilford was due
to our food? Yes! Preposterous as it
may seem, food is causing our classes
to melt away, so that only a very few
of those who start with us survive until
graduation.
'Twas a most costly mistake to have
complimented our kitchen for the half
prepared, overdone meals originated
there. Haven't you noticed ? Certainly,
you have. You will admit, I am sure,
that sinco the last issue of our paper
our meals have decreased in size and
variety. Did you believe that you would
ever lie called upon to eat one kind of
pasty dough prepared with ketchup for
three consecutive meals? Did you kuow
that by actual count for 17 meals, lunch
and dinner, we were offered potatoes
in one form or another, including a
most disgraceful method of "glazing"?
Let us look at this matter as future
alumnae of Guilford. We cannot afford
to consider this matter lightly. We
Winnot "dish out" flattering compli
ments when the future of our own
"alma mater" is at stake. Let's face
the issue squarely. We must have bet
ter food with our meals.
AN INDIGNANT DINER.
In your second paragraph, you seem
greatly worried over the smallness of
Guilford graduating classes. Have you
ever seen or heard of a school in which
the whole freshman elass has stayed in
a school four years? Of course you
haven't, you have never heard of such
a school either. If you had taken the
trouble to do a little research on this
subject, you would have realized that
the present management of the kitchen
is new this year and therefore could in
no way be accountable for anything
that happened in former years.
If Guilford classes are melting away
because of the food question, just think
what an undesirable element it will be
getting rid of—that group which comes
to college not with the purpose of study
but of eating and griping about eating.
We can only feel that you are just a
member of a group who continually
gripes over everything, and therefore
would be satisfied with nothing, or that
you have a very finicky stomach which
would take the constant care of a lov
ing mother who would just live to cater
to your queer likes and dislikes oil food.
In your third paragraph you list
three things which evidently do not
suit your taste, but they do suit the
taste of others. But even if you did
not eat these three things, you would
still have several other thing* to eat.
Of course you realize that only a cer
tain amount of money can be used in
our dining room, because of the rea
sonable amount of money we pay. If
you pay twice or three times as much,
perhaps your taste might be satisfied—
but only perhaps.
In conclusion may I ask why you did
not sign your name to this violent de
nunciation? Surely you could not be
afraid of what people might think.
—nnrt now each nlglil as we go tlirough
our hlg love scene in the second ant,
m.v heart throhs wildly. Shall I ask
her for a date?
BASHFUL TIIESI-IAN.
Dear Bashful:
Let your conscience he your guide—
and the devil take the hindmost!
AUNT ROSIE.
November 2, 1935
l
One of Guilford's young ladies-about
the-campus seems to have it in for our
prowling; electrician, who happened to
l>e in Founder's one afternoon recently.
She threatens to break his neck if he
talks. Don't worry, >lae; he really
isn't as bad as all that. Ask Dot.
i itchy would very much like to know
the name of that mean man who
called up new garden not
so long ago and pretended
to be somebody else i would also
like to be around when the poor
deluded girl goes around to apologize
for not being there
That prominent and dignified senior
who hands out the house-cuts over at
Mary Hobbs is still trying to find out
who it was that set that repeating
alarm clock outside her door at the
milkman's hour the other morning.
Judging by recent observations at
Founder's of an evening, a consider
able number of young Guilfordians are
nocturnal by nature. Perhaps they can
see in the dark, or perhaps they depend
on their other senses to carry them
through.
sometime i am going to take my s p
scratchy
on a hike i want to know why is
it that so many people who have
to he dragged out of bed every
other day get up before dawn Bunday
to go for a walk in the woods
Asheboro's blue-eyed baby is simply
aching with curiosity about the mean
ing of a certain five-syllable word
which appeared in last Sunday's news
paper. We are so sorry for her that
we think her fellow students should
chip in and buy her a second-hand dic
tionary. Kindly address all contribu
tions to the Minute Man, care the Guil
fordian. You will receive acknowledg
ments 011 the same day that she receives
her dictionary.
The boys over in Archdale have been
conducting tests to determine the Holi
ness Quotient of the dormitory. As we
go to press, the figure seems to have
stabilized at 2.80, which isn't so bad
when you consider that the highest
they could possibly score is 30. Well,
anyway, there's only one murderer in
the bunch.
i admire people who make
their work a pleasure but the
danger is that other people may also
consider it so—witness the aforemen
tioned
electrician—some people are lovely to
look at and as i was saying
i admire people who make their work a
pleasure
i also enjoy looking for typists
especially with the co-operation
of our business manager
he has taste
This column hereby offers congratu
lations to certain girls who inhabit
Ilobbs. They know who they are and
what the congratulations are for. But,
girls, did you have permission?!!
Some people seem to have nil tlio
luck, doggonnit. Here we ean't even get
n picture of cigarettes to go in our
paper, nnd without any solicitation
whatever (?) our charming director of
personnel gets a whole carton free,
gratis, etc., and up to the present writ
ing we have not scraped up nerve
enough to ask her for ducks or a drag.
Ye scribe wonders if they are all gone
yet.
Miss May Ethel Knight, a former
student at Guilford, was married to
Kermit Wilson Robinson October 18,
1035.