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THE CHOWANIAN
March 1958
THE CHOWANIAN
Published monthly by the students of Chowan College, Murfrees
boro, N. C., a standard Junior College controlled by the North
Carolina Baptist State Convention and founded in 1848.
Printed by the students of the Roy Parker School of Printing at
Chowan College.
“The Heart of Christian Education is
Education of the Heart.”
Editor-in-Chief Jo® Sumler
Co-Editor BiU Norvell
Student Advisor Grover Edwards
News Editor Chloe Ward
Sports Editor Phil Collins
Assistant Sports Editor Reba Hale
Circulation Manager Bill O neal
Photographer Frank Meador
Assistant Photographer Ted Boyette
Reporters: Bob Johnson, Linda Watson, Kay Powell, Betty Oliver,
Betty Everette, Frank Ballinger, Kenny Prince, Ed Norris, Betty
Jo Lassiter, Henry Temple, Bob Strickland, Dennis Looper,
Thomas Woodall and Ben Brown.
Faculty Committee John McSweeney, Chairman
John D. McCready, William B. Sowell, Harold F. Brown.
COOPERATION and RESPONSIBILITY
It is time for someone to let the student body know
why the Chowanian is late some months and why some
of the news that should appear is missing.
Every time you talk to anyone about the newspaper
they wish to know when it will be out—and why not sooner.
Well, to put it frankly, there is about enough coopera
tion from the students to print one issue of the paper a
year with about two or three pages.
It seems that everyone wants a paper, but they expect
the work to be done by someone else. If you want a paper
why don’t you make an effort to help produce it. It is not
right that the work should be done entirely by one or two
people and be called, “a paper printed by the students.”
Another thing that has been holding the Chowanian
back is the lack of assuming responsibility. When you are
given something to do and you agree to do it, people are
expecting you to put some effort into accomplishing what
you have agreed to do. Many times I have contacted peo
ple and they have promised to do an article or cover an
event, but often I have to go back several times before
they attempt to get the information we ask for. This holds
true not only for the students but some faculty members
as well. We get less help from the faculty, as a whole,
than should be the case. We can’t possibly know what you
have done of interest unless you make an effort to contact
us. It should be the responsibility of every department
head to contact us for news each month.
If you want the Chowanian to come out on time and
see the type of articles you wish, why don’t you give your
cooperation and assume your responsibility in making this
paper one of the best junior college publications anywhere.
Any article you write will be appreciated and printed
if it is of interest to the school. Let’s all help to make the
Chowanian the paper we want.
—Joe Sumler
THE ACT OF FAITH
(Reprinted from The Herald, Ahoskie.)
The act of faith which was performed at Chowan Col
lege last week—when ground was broken for a new girls’
dormitory—should be backed to the hilt by local people.
The building is the first in what must be a long, costly,
progarm of construction to make Chowan an educational
plant capable of meeting the growing needs of this section.
This, Chowan needs the support—especially financial sup
port—of local people of big incomes, medium incomes,
even of modest incomes.
It was rather amusing. Prominent at the groundbreak
ing was an upcountry man, a high Baptist official, who
was on a critical inspection trip for the Baptist State Con
vention. In his days when the Baptist Convention had tried
to knock Chowan out of its lists. He had to ruefully admit
that “it is hard to say no” to Baptists.
Actually, he wasn’t speaking of Baptists so much as
he was speaking of people in the area, of all denomina
tions, who kept the Chowan dream alive and are now see
ing it reaching new plateaus of service. Their faith has
breathed new faith into a State Baptist Convention that
had little of it only a few years back.
We must not let this faith—and the sacrifice which
grew out of it—lag in this opening round of a new burst of
Chowan energy.
Investment in Chowan is investment in the future
greatness of the Roanoke-Chowan and the enrichment of
the lives of its people. ,
A4f. Franklin and Friend
SAN LUIS OBISPO, Calif.—When printing majors at California
State Polytechnic College’s home campus engineering division,
San Luis Obispo, chose Nancy Krag as their 1958 "‘Printing Week
Queen,” they discovered she weighed 236 cupfuls. A home eco
nomics major from Arcadia, Calif., her weight was broken down
into sugar (two cups to a pound). Ah, the joys of a college edu-
! cation . . .
SOON TO BE PASSE—Pictured in their attractive dorm-room in
the "Columns" building (or better known among the students
as "The Big House") are Betty Everett, Betty Oliver, and their
guest Ann Dunning. The second and third floor of the main
building on the campus has served as girls' dorm for 107 years.
A new dorm for the co-eds is now under construction and is
expected to be ready for occupancy by the beginning of the
new term in September.
WHERE IS HE?
WANTED: A man for hard work and rapid promotion;
a man who can find things to be done without the help
of a manager and three assistants.
A man who gets to work on time in the morning and
does not imperil the lives of others in an attempt to be
first out of the office at night. ... A man who listens
carefully when he is spoken to and asks only enough
questions to insure the accurate carrying out of instruc
tions. ... A man who looks you straight in the eye and
tells the truth every time. ... A man who does not pity
himself for having to work. ... A man who is neat in
appearance. ... A man who does not sulk for an hour’s
overtime in emergencies. ... A man who is cheerful,
courteous to everyone, and determined to make good.
This man is wanted everywhere. Age or lack of ex
perience does not count. There isn’t any limit, exept for
his own ambition, to the number or size of the jobs he
can get. He is wanted in every business.
—Lenoir News-Topic.
Stories -From Life
When Angles Met
By JOHN D. McCREADY
“If I could only go to college!”
Angeline kept saying to herself,
as the train sped onward toward
her destination.
Like thousands of young peo
ple, this eighteen-year-old girl
had a burnmg ambition for a
higher education. But, as in
many such cases, financial diffi
culties stood squarely in the
way. She had a rich contralto
voice, and she felt that four
years of college, coupled with
thorough voice training, would fit
her for life. She was using her
talent meanwhile as a gift from
God. She was on her way at the
moment to sing at evangelistic
services. But she was thinking
wistfully of her dream - for
ever beautiful and forever un
fulfilled.
The second night of the ser
vices an instructor from the
state university was present and
invited her to sing at the weekly
assembly of the student body.
It was an exciting moment for
the young soloist as she stood
before an audience of two thou
sand; and the enthusiastic ap
plause that followed each num
ber gave her spirits a real lift.
When she and the instructor who
had brought her left the plat
form, a number of faculty mem
bers approached. Among them
was Professor Sax, head of the
art department.
“May I meet the young lady
who has just lived up to her
name - by singing like an an
gel?" he asked.
“Certainly - and you must
come and have lunch with us.”
Carol M. Sax was a small man
with a big heart; a bachelor,
and rich. His cordial manner
was the sign of his warm heart.
He was never so happy as when
bringing happiness to others. He
listened with absorbed interest
to all that Angeline said. After
wards he had a brief conference
with his fellow faculty member.
He learned of the obstacles in
the way of her ambition.
“If she lacks money, we must
get it for her,” he exclaimed.
"By what method?”
The little professor was silent
a few moments. Then he looked
up. “We will have her sing for
the people of this city, and get
five hundred people to come, at
a dollar each. Five hundred dol
lars would be a nest-eeg; and
she could earn enough more by
her singing, while a student, to
meet her expenses.”
Mr. Sax and a group of his
friends went to work. They en
gaged the ballroom of a lead
ing hotel and put signs in the
store windows; and they added
much face-to-face publicity.
When the appointed evening
irew near, some weeks later,
the chief sponsor was optimistic.
But when the hour for the reci
tal arrived his hopes had faded.
Instead of five hundred there
were scarcely half that many
people who had come. Ange-
line’s vioce was as beautiful as
ever, and the applause was en
thusiastic. But Carol M. Sax's
heart was heavy. He sat through
most of the program like a man
pondering some deep problem.
Then, as the end of the recital
drew near, his face suddenly
lighted up. I
The sponsors gathered round
him afterwards, out of Ange-
iine’s hearing. They were sorry
as they thought of the disappoint
ment that awaited her. “What
is the total?” They anxiously in
quired.
“It comes to just five hun
dred,” he serenely replied.
“But how ?” they exclaim
ed as they stared in astonish
ment.
“Don’t ask me,” he smilingly
replied, as though he were puz- ;
zled himself. Yet those who
stood around him felt, after a
moment’s reflection, that he
knew perfectly well what the
explanation was.
Angeline went off that fall to
a large church college. After
four years she graduated and
became minister of music in a
leading church in a southern
city. There she met and married
a lawyer, now a prominent jud-
(See ANGLES, page 3)