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Page Two THE GUILFORDIAN Entered at Guilford College, X. C., as second-class matter under the act of Con gress, August 24, 1912. Published semi-monthly during the school year by the students of Guilford College. Editor-in-Chief Tobey Laitin Managing Editor Roy Leake Business Manager Paul Pearson Assistant Editors —Winifred Eilis, Bette Bailey. Editorial Staff — Corlnne Field, Nancy Graves. S 'ports Staff Fred Taylor, Paul Car ruthers, Sol Kennedy, Itudy Davis, Helen Lyon, Fran Johnson, Talmadge Neece. liusincHs Staff Mildred Pegrani, Sadie White, Arthur Johnson. Staff I'hotonraphirn l'urnell Kennedy, James Patton. Reporters Shirley Ware, John Hobby, Hazel Key, Margaret Jones, Barbara Sprague, Betty Wilson, Patricia Shoe maker, John Jernigan, Peggy Watson, Austin Scott, Barbara Williams, Jean 11. Thomas, Virginia Ashcraft, Thorn ton Sparrow. Faculty Advisers William O. Suiter, Dorothy L. Gilbert, and Philip W. Furnas. Subscription price SI.OO per year 1940 Mrmber 1941 Plssociafed GoUe6iate Press Today and Tomorrow This is Guilford. If you are a fresh man you have known it for a few weeks now—and it has seemed much longer. If you are an upperclassnian, you still have much to discover. Each year that you spend here—each day—is no static period of time, no in evitable routine—it is something that you can mold into whatever pattern you are able to shape. At Guilford you are one of three hun dred odd students and faculty. You have come to a campus with a history of indi viduals—for the small number of its stu dents has been a continual and, we be lieve, a strong characteristic of the school. Because of that, each one of you will be an important part of the life that another finds here. That life of yours will be happy or rather dull, pleasant or ugly —as you and others around you make it. You can take what you have found here—build on it, cherishing the good elements that have already been formed. You can give to Guilford of your strength and receive its worth in return. You can take part in activities that have been formed here or you can begin new groups. You' can abide by the existing regulations or you can modify them through judicious questioning—through your student gov ernments, your campus organizations, the •college newspaper, the student affairs board, your faculty. Or you can give your weakness to Guil ford— impressing it destructively and receive its ugliness in return. For the happiness that you find here is made by you and others like you—and your sadness likewise your actions reflected in an other's. Here's to your year at Guilford—to a good day tomorrow—and the next day ad infinitum. A Gift From Above Fifteen cheers to the college for coming through with that desperately-needed new piano! It's a new baby grand, and is now being used in Miss Andrews' studio, re releasing the older instrument for general student use in Founders former ping-pong room. The grand is what has been needed for a long time for meetings of clubs and OPEN FORUM Letters addressed to the editor are printed in this eolumu. They may eonie from students, faeulty, or visitors to Guilford. They are the means by which you may put your ideas be fore the readers of the Guilfordian the student body and faculty. Limit your letters in content to subjects pertaining to campus affairs, or anything of interest to Guilford. Limit them in length to the number of words you need to get your idea across. TO A FROSH You have to wash his dirty sox; You polish all his shoes 'X' smile 'n' try to like to do Whatever he may choose. Upon your knees you must confess You are a lowly worm, While he—the lordly master— Leers in glee to see you squirm. With flowery speech you ask a girl You've never seen before To be your wife—all just to please The ogre Sophomore. And if at night you try to sleep. He drags you out of bed 'X' hauls you oft' to freshman court Or drenches you instead. Hut just when you start wondering why You came to school at all. You realize this is the sport That ushers in the fall. So then you start to lookin' smug, Forgetting to be sore, Ju&t dreaming of the fun you'll have When you're th' Sophomore. —The PIONEER. Father: "Well, son, how are your grades?" College boy: "They're under water." Father: "What do you mean, 'under water'?" College boy : 'Below 'C level." —The Akron BUCHTELITE Then there's the sad story about the girl who swallowed buckshot. Her hair came out in bangs. —The Akron BUCHTELITE Two galM in the Society of Friends class were talking. "Have you done any outside reading yet?" "No, have you?" "Well, I took Bufug Jones out over the week end but I brought 'im back untouched." —UNIVERSITY LIFE Why did the old maid only have seven buttons on her dress? Why because she couldn't fascin-ate! —The Akron BUCHTELITE Upper Classman: How did you happen to oversleep this a. 111.? Sleepy Frosh: There are eight of us in the house, and the alarm was set for only seven. "He was kicked out of school for cheating!" "How come?" "He was caught counting his ribs in a phy siology exam." —The Akron BUCHTELITE other organizations and for more informal gatherings. Witness the melodies you can hear every day before and after meals— the more dignified tones of the lover of classics—and the very enthusiastic ren derings of the modern "jukebox" lover. THE GUILFORDIAN From the Files October 17, 1933 —50 we are to have fountains on tlie campus. That's line, but we hope the "blessed event" of the fountain isn't as long awaited as lias been the hot water in the showers. November 11, 1933 —Music Department Spon soring "Fine Arts Club" for Self-Expression. It is for those students who are interested in ex pressing themselves any way they can or want to, such as: playing instruments, singing, aesthe tic dancing, and giving readings. January 13, 1934 —There is a tradition that on his last night at the college, a student leaving by request drew his trusty pistol—and pistols were not a regular part of a student's equip ment —and fired many shots into the air. The result may be seen today, for his initials still remain, shot into the ceiling of his room in Archdale. ("The Story of Guilford College," Dorothy Lloyd Gilbert.) February 2, 1935— Far be it from us to take sides in the Dean of Women's recent Purity and Preservation of Chairs in the Dating Parlors Campaign. It seems that some of the students have been so barbarous and so utterly lacking in what we might term respect for aging furni ture that said students have considered sitting two together in some single chairs, their only reason being that the chairs were wide enough for two. Such gross violation did not long go unpunished, and daters now sit in one chair apiece with a proper distance between them. THINGS I LIKE ABOUT GUILFORD The bustle and rush in the bookstore 'round chapel time—the cheerful clinking of dishes and chatter in the dining-room at lunch—the thin fog that I see over the fields in the early morn ing—the lights of Mary Hobbs from my window at night—the smell of the evergreens along Founders walk—the hot sun on Mem hall steps as I wait for the afternoon mail to come in. The feel of a good liot bath after a liard game of hockey—the strange trills that drift from music building windows when the orchestra practices—the rhythm of that one football player who conies up when the others go down—the hardness of the pears behind Hobbs hal!—those smells that seep through Mem from the clicniis. try lati—and formaldehyde from the corpses of done-in sharks and crayfish. The hail of acorns when a breeze sweeps the trees near the library—maneuvering the path from the middle of Founders walk to King in a blackout—the clean, steamy smell of the laun dry on Friday afternoon—that extra hour of grace last Sunday morning when we changed to Standard time—the ad libbing on the out side bulletin board the smell of the purple ink in Mr. Parson's office—the clatter of the typewriting class in King—the greyness of early morning as I sit typing copy after an all-night session with the Guilfordian. i mortimer Ever since the death of peewee—the black ant—and the equally sad departures of tili—the louse —and itchy—the bedbug—from the columns of the Guilfordian and the darker corners of the Guilfordian office four or five years ago, legend has predicted the return of another to take over the duties and the glory of those irrepres sible columnists. Last night as I glared futilely at the empty sheet of yellow paper in my typewriter and the inexorable printers' deadline —Mortimer ap peared. Mortimer is a sand flea—his style shows him to be a devoted admirer of the work of the foregoing and of those innumerable masterpieces of the illustrious archy (see Don Marquis) : i mortimer having come to the campus many years ngo have come of age—i am older than many of you i appreciate the sun and the moon and time inarches on gene elliot sleeps he sleeps on Sundays one Sunday he slept at a meeting of peaceful pacifists they are a gentle folk when they finished their business they went gently away and gene elliot slept now when we use too much electricity no one can blame daylight saving time last sunday i went to church the church was on daylight saving it does not pay to change to standard on Sundays now i do not believe in time i will eat and sleep when i de sire oil for the life of a newspaper writer and phooe.v to deadlines October 4, 1041 SONSPOTS By DABAGIAN Hank Selienk wishes they'd have an Alumium Collect im Week here so he and ( alderwood can get rid of that pot she's stuck with, (frosh Swanson to you) O The "sucker" side of the Schoellkopf-Ellison deal was written all over the campus Sunday 21st. (and she's such n swell gal, too). O Maisie Dnniols must have reminded her brother that two were company and three ... so now Ed "Hick" Behre's got competition for Easterbrook. O The encouragement you're giving the "Elkin Flash," El Clinchy, reminds of the saying: "All is in vain if in its wake it leaves but sadness." O Careful, Denmead —the Atlantic City humming bird, Mason Krenn, has had a year and a half of Army life. O When Brad Leete went to date "Williemina" Biekley, he got the turndown. "I can't date you on such short notice!" (My, my) and followed that by standing up two other dates. O The passion with which "Our Herb" reads those lines in Eng. 31 is too torrid to be mere impersonal acting, (and how do you like that class, Miss Stafford?) O Which reminds us to note that Carlyn Guy (Herb's roomie) thinks Barbara Clark is sooo nice, (and is doing more than just thinking about it, too). O Uoommates reminds us that W. G. Kirkman must have a working agreement with Mimi Prout and Ede Brower. O Amazing, the fury with which the Pickett. Deinurjian competition foil Hazel Valentine sud denly subsided as of Saturday night, when "steady" Mr. Jessup (Mary Anna's In-other) came to call, (and they were such nice mus taches) O Dick Nelson broke the ice for this semester and headed for "W. C." when Peg Watson took up square dancing (??) . . . with a dayhop. (well, they say It's dancing). O Flo Button's sudden indiff to Joe Webb only stepped up his initiative: now he's dating Mimi Prout. But don't fret, Flo, there's always that youngster back home. O Got to hand it to "Squirt" Anderson. This year she's got two: one conveniently a dayhop. (and both hold her hand). O Don't call Nancy Nunn "Blondie" . . . she doesn't like it. (O. K. Veronica) O You don't consider truthfulness a virtue, do you, Betty Walker? O Longer football trips will suit J. Parker . . . and Dot Dick too, apparently. O Now that Ray "Tan" lias swung over to Klois Mitchell, "Tonto" lias an open field with Ruth Harris, (and is making use of it!) O Don't blame the cow that took after you out in the pasture, Meadows and Ott. One attrac tion's stirring enough . . . but TWO! 0 Ah! It must lie swell to have a roommate with a sister, Joe Lindley. AMERICA 1 Those men who crossed the seas And made this land their home Went forward unafraid And faithful to their vision. II They had the pilgrim's look, The arms of pioneers; They made the great beyond Glow in their lives and actions. 111 And we of later days, Who love and praise this land. Need faith and courage still, And need the glorious vision. Gerhard Friedrich.
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