Page Two
Let's Get Behind
The Football Team
There were—was it three or four people
out to sei the team off last Thursday morn
ing? Two faculty members and two stu
dents—four people out of 350 to see our
football boys off to ;i game with the Haver
ford eleven —no cheering, no singing, not
many goodbyes or goodlucks—just the bus
load of them going off to play a game up
North.
Our boys may be too light for their op
ponents, they may be handicapped by old
equipment and too many lost games be
hind them—there's no need to hinder them
further by lack of school spirit.
You students who talk disparagingly
about the defeats of Guilford's football
team —the work's not done by the boys
alonc|. Come on out and get behind them
and do some pushing. You cheerleaders
come on out and do some cheerleading.
It's your school and your team —and it's
your victory or loss as well as theirs.
Founders Gets to Work
Next week four girls will start to keep
telephone in Founders hall, as part of a
work schedule. Their hours, which will
total about eight hours a day, will par
tially relieve a bad situation which has ex
isted since the beginning of the year.
Until now, Founders girls have been
asked to cooperate by answering the phone
as much as possible, especially if they were
on the first or second floor when it rang.
This worked out rather badly. Often,
there were no more than one or two girls
in the building when the phone rang;
sometimes it rang for more than 15 min
utes before it was answered. It was hard
to run down from second or third floor.
Instead of this indefinite situation,
Founders girls will be asked to keep the
telephone. The number of girls in the
dormitory will naturally limit the amount
of time each girl must spend. Some of
those girls who get all the telephone calls
shouldn't mind waiting around' for them.
Perhaps then there won't be a mad dash
from the end of third floor hall to get to
the phone before it stops ringing.
How About A Rand?
Two weeks before homecoming day a call
went out for musicians to get together and
form a band for the homecoming football
game. Did we have a band on homecoming
day ? We did not.
On campus we have two trumpet players,
three saxophone players, two clarinetists,
and a trombone player. They all have in
struments.
There are boys here who can play a
drum, if one could be found.
With such a nucleus, a small' but ade
quate band could be started. There would
be a lack of volume, but we would have
what we need.
We all know what good music means at
a football game—it adds to the spirit of
the players and spectators as much as
cheering does.
llow about it, musicians? Will we have
a band for the next home game?
A Word for the
Chamber Orchestra
The strains of Strauss, Bizet, Tsehaikow
sky, and Schubert still linger—two weeks
after the chamber orchestra's performance
with "Spring Dance."
We don't know whether it was the in
flux of outside players who are responsible
for the superb performance—but we rather
doubt it.
We think that the players on the whole
are much better this year than last—
they've lost a certain brassy quality that
was too characteristic of them.
We'd like to hear some more from them.
(This is tile first in :i series of campus carl
eatures by Emory Cuiolustlre, stuff artist.)
OPEN FORUM
New Orleans Army Air Base,
New Orleans, Louisiana
October 17, 1941.
Dear Editor:
Just in case you have a space in your next
issue of the Guilforclian, I believe that this will
strike you as funny, and then it should solve
a mystery.
Several letters that you Guilfordians mailed
this week will have lieen a ions ways before
reaching their destination, and then they will
have been postmarked at New Orleans whereas
they should have had the Guilford postmark
on them. So if some of your friends from home
inquire how you happened to be in New Orleans
when you mailed their letters you will be able
to give an explanation after reading this.
Yesterday I received tlie Guilford Bulletin.
Somewhere between the college post office and
Guilford station, several letters slipped into
the envelope with the bulletin and remained
there until I opened the bulletin here in New-
Orleans. Imagine my surprise. There were
four letters within. I remember the addresses
on only two of them. One was to Mrs. Kohr,
Tenafl.v, New Jersey. This I guessed was from
Bob Ruhr to his mother. Another was a card
to a Miss Franklin at Greensboro college from
Phil Dewees; rather out of the way. don't you
think, from Guilford college to Greensboro col
lege via New Orleans. The letters have been
mailed and should reach their destinations at
a very early date unless they become Involved
with another large envelope along the way some
where.
I certainly do miss Guilford this year. How
ever, I am liking the Air Corps just fine and
New Orleans is truly a wonderful place. Best
regards to all of you, and may this year be one
of success.
Yours very truly,
ROBERT BAILEY.
QRIST
University of Wisconsin co-eds use enough lip
stick annually to paint four good-sized barns!
The average co-ed covers 9.68 square feet of
lipstick in a year! —The Western Graphic.
•
She was only a real estate man's daughter,
but he loved her lots. —The Fordham Ram.
•
A woman is nothing but a rag, a bone, and
a hank of hair.
A man is nothing but a brag, a groan, and a
tank of air. —l'enn Chronicle.
•
The major menaces on the highways are drunk
en driving, uncontrolled thumbing, and indis
criminate spooning. To put it briefly, hie, hike,
and hug. —The Hi-Po.
•
As an undergraduate Gary Cooper was denied
membership in the dramatic society at Grinneli
college, lowa, on grounds he couldn't act. Maybe
there is some chance for our future in the
motion pictures!!
•
A special scholarship is maintained at Dart
mouth college for a "Religious Man from Mis
souri." —The Appalachian.
•
Father: "It is time for that young man to
go home now."
Suitor: "Your father is an old crank!"
Father: "When you don't have a self-starter
a crank comes in handy."
—The Tiger Rag.
•
Mrs. Flo Cow entered the Flindley Flair.v
and drank a bottle of milk: and While she was
THE GUILFORDIAN
SONSPOTS
By DABAGIAN
DABAGIAN VS. TOBEY
(Editorial Note: Duhagian is ln-inn foiled by
the ruthless pencil of the proofreader. This
issue of Sonspots is a matter of policy. Sonny
Bey is just entering the ring for a hattle with
Tugboat Tobey. Proceeds will go to public char
ities. Je3 your radios tuned for a hloW by blow
description from a ringside seat.)
Of late, various continents have been made
to me by various people: some who are louses,
some queers, some >. K., and some swell. (The
word "louse" will probably never see the light
of publication 'cause dear Tobey believes that
there lire other words of equal vehemence to call
a person who haughtily rides past—in nil empty
car—a couple of stranded fellow students as
did Ede Brower. (Surprises never cease, do
they, Son?) But why be vague and half-way
about things like that? I've been taught to call
a spade a spade—and a louse a louse.
These comments which have dripped in dealt
mainly and only with what we honestly and
frankly call .. . the dirt column: From away
up tliar' in the hills of Mass. came word from
the illustrious Betty Locke, whom most' of us
will never forget, to this effect: that the SON
SPOTS was sure knockin' 'ent, but "remember,
Jack, they're still human." At times we wonder.
From Appalachian, the college whose teams
convince me and our guys who take the beating
that we should either subsidize or fold up, came
indirectly the message that a former Gulfordian
had received our little sheet and that it was
still as it always was (and always will lie, I
guess) not a newspaper but a couple of pages
of history. Take, for instance, the Claire Pot
ter case. East year she used to raise heaps of
dust in this column, and yet this year she's just
"last month's edition." Of course, she's trying
very hard to break into type again by not dating
anyone else (except Carlyn Guy) just to prove
to some joker named Purely that she can be
"True" to him if he'll go "Steady" with her.
(Ed. Note: This is the stuff that packs too mean
a wallop. The point is whittled too tine, the
attack has no humor, no mercy.)
If it's Iteeause these pages are kept as a form
of history of campus life that my sweet editor
doesn't want "dirt" in the dirt column, she
needn't fret. By the time the paper comes out,
the "dirt" is ancient history anyhow. Under
such circumstances, we could point out what
most of the campus lias already noticed—like
Otto Shenk spreading his poisonality in the
direction of Wilhelniina Bickley. (Ed Note:
This is of the more harmless sort. But we miss
the jovial smile, the genial ribbing.)
ISnt then comes the comment front closer to
home which is more affecting 'cause it comes
from the editor herself who certainly did do
seme "affecting" to the last issue of SONSPOTS
(We just don't call it GI'ILFORDIAN any
more: why be modest?) She's as constant and
consistent with her elciuand for humor or wit
in the column as "Scoop" is with the lack of
hot water in the me'ns showers: and boy! if
you don't think that's not consistent, just try
to take a shower around six p.m.!
Well, after hearing nothing but the demand
fcr humor for weeks, we began to wonder just
what the stuff really was. According to Web
ster. it's a fluid or juice conceived as entering
into the constitution of the body mid determin
ing a person's temperament: UNQUOTE. Well!
if humor is a juice, why, not just have it served
for breakfast, and let a spado be called a spade
in the "dirt" column !
O
. . . . St liny Boy sure got some mean punches
in there, folks, hut he left himself wide open
too many times. I'eople just don't like to have
their toes mashed in, especially in print.
As far as history goes, you just try putting
out a palter every two weeks, with your dead
line necessarily at least a day before tile date
of publication. But that last hit pretty close
to home.
Sonny Hoy just won't be humorous—it's either
the Murderous Mr. Murdstone of David Cop
perfielel fame or the caustic knife of an Alexan
der Pope that suits ids fancy. He faces the
world with the gloomy countenance of the Angel.
We're all for hitting above the belt—combin
ing some of the lightsome overtones of a Cres
ccnzo with the profound knowledge of the cam
pus on the part of Dahagiaii. How about it,
boys? Sorry, it's no dice. Sonny Boy.
(lrinklnn the milk slip sang, "It All Comes Hack
to Me Now."
—The Archdale Weekly.
November 1, 1941
THE GUILFORDIAN
Entered at Guilford College, N. C., as
second-class matter under the net of Con
gress, August 24, 1012.
Published semi-monthly during the
school year by the students of Guilford
College.
Editor-in-Chief Tobey Laitin
Associate Managing Editors
Winifred Ellis, Bette Bailey
Business Manager Paul Pearson
Assistant Editors —Winifred Ellis, Bette
Bailey.
Editorial Staff Corinne Field, Nancy
Graves.
Nport* Edit'tr —Sol Kennedy
,S'port* stuff Fred Taylor, Paul Car
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Fran Johnson, Talmadge Xeece.
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White, Arthur Johnson.
Staff Photographers —l'urnell Kennedy,
James Patton.
Staff Artist Emory Culelasure
Reporters —-Shirley Ware, John Hobby,
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Sprague, Betty Wilson, I'ntricia Shoe
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ton Sparrow, Claus Victorius, Pat
Lock wood.
Vacuity Advisers William O. Suiter,
Dorothy 1.. Gilbert.
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Associated Collegiate Press
From the Files
November 29, 1922—After three months of
patient waiting the senior class announces the
arrival of the electric time and signal system.
Instead of the erratic clock and hell now at
Founders we will have a large electrically
operated master clock guaranteed not to vary
more than two minutes iter year. Secondary
clocks controlled by electrical impulses from
the master clock will be placed in Memorial,
New Garden, and Cox halls. Electric bells
placed in each building will give the signals
for class periods and meals.
JUIIB 9, 1929—()ii Tuesday morning, June Ist,
the "Letter Men" on the campus were called
together by Coach l)oak. At this meeting a
tentative organization of a club which shall lie
known as "The Wearers of the 'G' Club" was
formed. Anyone who has won a "G" is eligible
for membership. We are planning to hold annu
ally a banquet which ail letter men will be
invited to attend. The purpose of the club is
to keep old Guilford in close touch with present
student athletics of Guilford and to know that
there are alumni anil old students throughout
tiie entire state that are really interested in
what kind of records Guilford makes. Through
this club the students hope to meet the alumni
at least once a year and arouse in them again
old Guilford spirit.
September 29, 1915—0n Friday afternoon,
SeptemlHT 24, from 4 :.'{► to > o'clock, the mem
bers of the Y. W. C. A. entertained the visiting
conference delegation and the V. M. ('. A. cab
inet. The campus was decorated with sofa pil
lows and pennants of the colleges represented.
As each visitor appeared on the scene lie was
given a little grey book entitled Quakermuids.
oricher (!, 1915—At the beginning of the col
legiate year 1915-1(1, a mass meeting of the boys
and part of the faculty met in Memorial hall
for the purpose of choosing a method of gov
ernment for the year. Previous to last year
the students bad been under faculty rule, but
a year ago it was decided to give the students
a trial at self-government. The two methods
were brought before the meeting and explained.
The trial of the year before had proven, to
both faculty and students, that student gov
ernment was the best form of government for
the college, therefore this method was chosen
for the ensuing year.
i mortimer
i, mortimer was disturbed by the drops of water
which submerged me Inst siimlay night i looked
way ii]i niid there passed along the hall a great
shadow in a blanket it' was ole deep river
warlike what a splash she made i meditated as
i slipped and slid and swam into mrs powells
office it was dark there as dark as ii was in
(he purlers the night mrs andcrson came along
with her candles ah for the days of the pioneer
i sighed as i collided with a spider who had
come up from the cellar to investigate