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REPORTERS
need not exclude everything save |
a preparation for life after gradu
ation, however. Each student, no
matter how indifferent to thoughts
of positions wliich lie may Imld in
later years, can render a very real
service by doing every thing in his
power to boost his. own college, his
old high school, and the education
which they should represent.
THE
MESSAGE FROM
THE DEAD
EXCHANGES
HOW ATHLETICS ARE
INFLUENCING DRESS
Daisy Lee Glasgow,
Lucy Lampkin, ’26
'25
Rosa Caldwell, ’20
Eloise Willis, ’26
EDITORIAL
America in gratitude for her free
dom from war and for her blessings
in peace asked, through the World
Y. W. C. A. that every branch or
ganization observe a week of quiet
and of prayer. In no more fitting
way could Armistice Day and the
week which followed have been ob
served. The world as a whole and
every insignificant corner if it has
need of this period of rest.
There are countless turmoils and
troubles which affect all, from in
dividuals to organizations and
nations; it was to recognize the
heartfelt need of comfort and of
peace that these seven days were
observed. They were not selfish ones,
however; conditions of helpless
countries still desolate from the
ravages of war, earthquake, and
flood were not forgotten while the
needs of our own country were oc
cupying our time and thought. It
was the World Y. W. C. A. which
offered this solace and remedy for
evils and it was the great brother
hood of man wliich has been con
sidered.
Evening Watch and portions of
the chapel services have been de
voted to this special observance of
prayer and rest. It has been an
inspiration to know that students,
not only in one college, but in many
throughout the world have all
turned their thoughts towards the
same worthy goal.
There can be no doubt of the
need of such a week in order that
its lielp and inspiration may con
tinue throughout the year. Neither
can there be any doubt of its wel
come from those who are weary of
turmoil and restle.ssness, and who
wish to come into more friendly
contact with others who recognize
the value of such a week.
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Recent vicious attacks upon North
Carolina’s honesty and integrity
have aroused the wrath of many of
North Carolina’s citizens, but have
failed to arouse even the remotest
interest among citizens within the
walls of a school building.
Students in North Carolina know
far too little of the history, past
and present, of their own State.
Loyalty and devotion to customs
and to ideals are not fancies of the
dreamer; they are the foundations
upon which everything worth while
exists, but no matter how staunch a
defender may be, he can never an
swer denunciations unless he has
full knowledge of all the details of
that work which he loves. No
student can be an intelligent citizen
of his State until he knows thorough
ly its failures and its successes. It
has been truly said that no organ
ization need fear the outcome of any
issue provided that the facts are
well known. So long as these facts
are distorted half-truths, there will
be cleavages and disagreements.
North Carolinians should never
be at a loss for arguments with
which to boost or to defend their
State. We hear that Irvin Cobb has
“discovered” North Carolina, and
his important discovery about her is
that "Nortll Carolina needs a press
agent.” No, she does not need a
press agent, she needs many of them
—as many as there are citizens
within her borders. North Carolina
is one of the most progressive
States of the Union and is among
those most blessed in her natural
resources. She is a State of which
to be proud.
Some weeks ago Dr. Rondthaler
gave a most helpful and interesting
lecture on “The Boundaries of
North Carolina.” Tiie lecture was
well named, for he sketched the out
line of a great and glorious State.
It is, then, for us to search the in
terior of those boundaries, and to
discover the multitude of things
whicli lie within the lines which
have been drawn.
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The week beginning with Novem
ber 18tli has been set aside as
Education Week, during which time
the people of the United States are
to be brought into closer contact
with their schools, in order that
wider knowledge may be given to
children of every class.
There is little that college people
can accomplish directly in the fur
therance of .such observances as
these, yet if the students are to be
come leaders of their community, it
is important that they be not
wholly oblivious of outside events.
In the chapel service last week
Miss Kelly, a prominent Social
Service Worker, gave a glimpse of
the need of a thorough education in
North Carolina and appealed to the
students to disregard advantages
gained from the large high school
and to find a greater happiness
through unselfish work in the poor
and illiterate districts. The call is
one which always makes its appeal
but one which is too often forgotten
within a week’s time. It would be
profitable if, during this Education
Week, North Carolinians would dis
cover the needs of their own people
and investigate their opportunities
for giving aid. These seven days
7'he follmcing xtori/ la'as xvritten
btj Miss Miriam Briets, Ncxt's Editor
of the Salemite, a7ui zcon a prise in
the Short Stori/ Contest conducted
during the hummer by the Raleigh
News and Observer. The storij •will
be published two installments.
The message from the dead has
j nothing to xio with spirt writing nor
ghosts. It is only a soiled, torn little
I scrap of paper, yellowed by its fifty
years of existence, and disfigured
by a few brown spots that might be
spilled coffee or might be spilled
blood. Yet in spite of its seeming
Henry D. Curtis, writing in the insignificance, this bit of paper with
Physical Education Review, ex- and ancient writing, is one
presses as to the ideal in dress that|Q£ jnost precious possessions of
it “shall hamper physical activity the North Carolina Hall of History,
and the circulation as little as pos- influenced the lives of
sible and that it will not, through its countless numbers of pilgrims, from
concealments, remove all incentive to many places
physical perfection.” If we might ^ay seem
bring our little girls up to wear Lf conection with—but then
knickerbockers, we. should find that Ljj^t- jg j-jjg story
many of the ills from which woman King, a hardy inhabitant
suffer would disappear, he says. q£ j-he Blue Ridge Mountains, dur-
This movement has already gone ;j,g the discharge of his duty in the
further than many of us realize as in matter of a certain old score not yet
some of our Western normal schools p^jd off, had aimed too well—and,
practically every young woman ap- unfortunately, at the wrong time,
pears in trousers on Saturday, and Revenue Officer Huntingdon, return
almost no hikes or outing are taken jjjg fjom an unsuccessful search for
in any other costume. ^ maker of moonshine (the vicious
The Nations | ]^jj,d) had heard the shot, and under
the theory that one arrest is as good
NATIONAL FRATERNITY | as another, had very inconsiderately
interfered. When King’s target was
and of many classes,
incongruous to think
Another National Fraternity was discovered to be permanently unable
installed at Wake Forest College to rise—or breathe—or move, in
when the Alpha Gamma Sizma short, was found to be dead, the
fraternity merged into the Chi Tan mountaineer was haled before the
National fraternity. courts of justice. He was very pro-
The initiation took place at perly found guilty and sentenced to
State College, Saturday night, be electrocuted one month from that
October 27, 1923, and after that a day.
banquet was held at the Woman’s So, having accounted for his pres
Club. The program concluded with ence in Death Row, let us observe
the management of the business | how captivity affects one of the
affairs.
The members of the Wake Forest
Chapter are as follows: W. A.
Brewton, M. G. Stamey, L. E.
Andrews, C. M. Townsend, W. J.
Wyatt, J. E. Hilburn, R. H.
Herring and G. C. Mackie.
Old Gold and Black.
wild, primitive sons of the Land of
the Sky. Jonas reclined calmly on
the little cot in his cell, feet propped
up on the wall, cigaret sending blue
smoke rings in the air. His whole
appearence bespoke the calm, indif
ferent mental state of one who is
assured of every precaution toward
personal safety. Indeed, there was
small danger. His enterprising kins
men, besides furnishing the endless
supply of “Camels” which he was
so rajiidly cremating, were exerting
every atom of influence in their pos
session toward his release. Need
to say, this was no small
Mrs. Henry Weil of Goldsboro,
N. C., donated $6,000 to North
Carolina College for Women to be
used for the establishment of a
Fellowship Fund at the college.
According to the provisions of the
doner of the money, it is to be used Moonshining is a profitable
as a reward to encourage graduate brings in quite a large
work and it is to be administered ^o the judicious and careful
by the president of the college and ^an.
committee from its faculty. The pardon had been applied for
fund will be a progressive step to j,y the names of many of the
a number of fellowships |
most prominent men. On the
whole, there was not much to worry
establish
in order that more scholarly gradu-
iites of the institution might be en- ]
couraged to continue their studies
in some special field.
CALENDAR
Jonas—not much but inaction, and
he could endure that. Never before
had tlie man come quite so close to
death, and lie resolved to play safe
until out of the penitentiary. He
would not attempt escape unless
chance simply threw itself in his
face.
How largely small things affect
the lives of human beings! The
weather was warm—extremely warm
for June in North Carolina. The
Tuesday, November 20th, 8:1.'
P. M.—Memorial Hall—Concert by
Carolina Glee Club.
Wednesday, November 21st, 11.00
A. M.—Memorial Hall—Extended
Chapel Service.
Thursday, November 22nd, 3:45|f|jes were very annoying. The guard
P. M.—Memorial Hall—Illustrated was thirsty. A fly lit on the pris
lecture, “What is Classical Music.” oner’s nose. The guard rose
—Mr. Charles G. Wardell, Jr. quench his thirst from the “cooler
Thursday, November 22nd, 6:30 at the end of the corridor. The
P- M.—Meeting of french Club, prisoner raised his hand to slap the
Lecture by Dean Shirley. fly. Just as the guard passed the
Friday, November 28rd, 8:15 P. cell door, they both looked up, and
-^L—Memorial Hall—Lecture by presto, change! the whole courses of
l)r. C. Alphonso Smith. both men’s lives were altered.
Saturday, November 24th, 4:00 “Dan!
Weekly hike. “Shet yo’ fool mouth!” cautioned
Sunday, November 25th, Main the guard, “an’ forgit ‘Dan.’ My
Hall, lalks to Episcopal girls by name’s Tom—Tom Jones—now
Hev. Gribbin of the Episcopal How’d ye git in hvar.^
church. 1 “Same way yo» oata be. It’s all
ght fer you to be Tom Jones down
hyar, but ’Demus Pratt ain’t fergit
bout how his pappy got kilt, and
no Tom Jones ain’t goin’ fool him,”
returned Jonas dryly.
“No, an’ no Dan Westbrook ain’t
goin’ to fool him, neither—ner try
to. Things is goin’ too easy for me
go back an’ liave another fight on
my hands. Reckon you want t’ git
out?” queried Tom.
I ain’t hankerin’ to mighty per-
tieular. Reckon I’ll git a pardon
or commutation somep’n. What’ll y
take t’ lemme out.^”
The reply was short and to the
point: “Hesh up Demus Pratt.”
‘I reckon it mought be done. A
leetle powder an’ a leetle lead at
jest the right time. Yep, I’ll do it.
When do I git out.^”
“All right. I’ll be long some time
night. Keep yer trap shet. So
long.” The guard went on down the
hall and took a long, deep drink
from the tin dipper. Jonas knocked
the persistent flj' off his nose, and
settled back to a philosophic con
templation of the spider web across
the barred window.
“Hey, leetle spider!” This talk
ing for his own ears was a whimsi
cal habit formed during tiic three
weeks’ captivity. “Ye’re addin’ yer
leetle bar to them iron ones, too,
in’t ye.^ An’ it’ll keep me hyar
bout as much as the others will. ’S
funny how people want to shet up
other people in jail, ain’t it? Spe
cially when Jim woulda kilt me ef
he’d seen me fust—which he didn’t,
thanks be. Spos’n he had—I’d be
shet up in ’bout six feet o’ damp
ground and he’d be shet up down
hyar, same prospect in sight. Would
Jim a run away? You bet he would
—ef’n he could. Ho-hum-’s funny!”
The dwellers in Death Row were
slumbering noisily. The guards,
popularly supposed (by all but the
prisoners) to be watchful, had join
ed them in dreamland. The State
Penitentiary was one scene of peace
and contentment. Suddenly, like the
illain in a ten-twenty-thirty show,
came Dan, alias Tom Jones, alias
the I.ord knows what, passing the
guard warily and j)ausing before a
certain dark and silent cell. A low
whistle; an answer; Tom unlocked
the door; entered.
“Hyar’s a suit of clothes fer ye,
Jonas. Better put ’em on now an’
leave de others. I’m gonna put his
key on de super’s desk an’ nobuddy
in de worl’s ever gonna know I let
ye out—ef ye don’t tell ’em.”
“All right. 'I'hanks. Reckon I’ll
be goin’, now. I won’t fergit ye—
ner Demus Pratt, neither. So long.”
“So long.”
Tom Jones retraced his steps; a
lark objcct that might liave been
his shadow except for the fact that
t moved in an opposite direction
from him, passed out at the other
end of the corridor. Trained to
silence by a long career of moon-
shining and escaping revenue offi-
cer.s, Jonas was like a cat for soft-
footedness. Round the corner—past
guard—another and another—
down the steps—to the gate! Then,
Oh, liell! I done forgit the gate.
How am I gonna git out?”
Suddenly there was a foot-fall be
hind him. He turned—and stood
face to face with the priest, return
ing from a late visit with a man
who was to die the next day. “How-
dedo, father; locked you in, too? I
bin up talkin’ with my brother, an’
fergit whut time it wuz.”
The guileless priest answered
simply, “I have been conversing
with a doomed man, trying to save
liis soul before he goes. I shall
iwaken the guard.”
Touching that individual on the
■ihoulder, he made his request, bliss
fully unaware that he was a law
breaker. “We have been visiting
late. Will you open the gate and
let us out?”
(To be continued next week)