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The Gold Bug, Nov. 14, 1946 Muses NIGHT PROWLERS Guest' Editorial By Jeek and Jan Rogers I gazed upon the city but we hope we can always keep it friendly. Clothed in the cloak of night, The feeling of easygoing goodnatured When the wintry blasts of Novern- Sprinkled with sparkling gems. Here we are, well back into the usual old friendship is the backbone of all college re- ber- uproot and scatter the wayfarers pass between the storm-swept My mind ran down every street, grind, most of us not thinking it is such a lationships. of Lewis Hall and the Grille it may be every alley, bad grind, after all. Almost two months have According to the men, there are two types of some comfort to learn that our Peering in the houses, glaring eyes passed, happily, if we can forget the few of women-those who are aloof and re- Gazing on the happy and the fr-us- unpleasant things we have encountered strained and those who have the Sadie windy Hill really isn't cold at all; in- trated; along the way--such as "quiz-kid" tests, Hawkins' spirit at all times. On the other deed to some it would seem like a The child sleeping peacefully; Bre'er Rabbit molasses for toast, and a few hand the women seem to feel that many of summer paradise. Probably the au- The thief stealing forth; ungodly long faces. the men don't have that certain spirit of thor of Arctic Adt'enture, Peter The drunkard struggling through- It seems to us, however, that an unnat- friendliness necessary to become acquainted. Freuchen, would find the temperature horrors; ural air of restraint and coldness has been Fellows, are you slipping? Did we hear just right for a sun bath. If we spent where the The late worker plodding homeward; felt on the Hill this year, not only among the rightly that only one-fourth of the male our winters in a country degrees below temperature is sixty The penniless searching for rest; men and women students but between the contingent voted in the Homecoming Elec- The policeman treading his lonely various girls' dormitory groups as well. tion? We hear vague rumors that the other zero, as Freuchen did, we might be way, Many of us have never known what the true three-fourths did not know half of the girls inclined to agree with him. Then the darkness was streaked with old WMC spirit is, but we certainly have who were nominated! Can this be possible? Arctic Adt'ent'1lre is the first-hand light- heard enough about it-in the traditional Girls, how many of you are taking ad- account of a young Danish medical Daw;' broke forth! way, if not from our older brothers and sis- vantage of the opportunity to show your student who decided to abandon his The night prowlers hurried to their ters, then from our great aunts and uncles! college spirit this weekend at the annual career in Copenhagen and accompany dens. Western Maryland spirit is a tradition, and Sadie Hawkins Dance? It is the nationwide a friend to the north of Greenland The milkman briskly stepping from it seems to us a tine one. custom for the ladies to ask the men to this for the purpose of setting up a trad- door to door- Smiling a casual "Hello" to each other hilarious rumpus. After that, the privilege ing post. In the course of the years The worker crawling lazily from does not necessarily mean you are to be per- of doing the asking is returned to the gen- covered by the book, the men not only bed- sonal friends for life or intimate that you tlemen on campus for another year. aided greatly in the development of The housewife preparing the morn- are bound to marry! Just that friendly We will grant that quite a few people real- settlements but also added to the ing meal- "Hello" helos to make everyone feel he be- ly look like they are cooperating in the true world's geographical and scientific The child skipping off to school- longs at WMC, and makes the Hill seem traditional Western Maryland spirit. They knowledge of the far North. Day had pushed the night aside, more like the home community it is. If you look like they belong (to each other), but The author gives a very complete And veiled the secrets of the night are interested in "how to win friends and that isn't the only kind of friendship! Why and interesting picture of the Eeki- prowlers. influence people", a friendly smile and pleas- can't we make everyone feel as if he belongs mo's way of life. They have little con- -Jack Neville. t ant "Hello" may be placed first on a list of atWMC? tact with the outside world and de- The only solution which we can see to this probable aPDr~ches. There are, we believe, problem is the whole-hearted revival of the pend entirely on hunting and fishing existence. The killing of a for their many potential opportunities in friendships ~ ... for everyone. of friendly rivalry between good old Western Maryland tradition of walrus is an important occasion for all members of the community. Their hearty hellos and friendly smiles for every- The spirit girls' dorms at WMC is all in collegiate fun, body. code of justice in the matter of dis- I ~""e~ q. B_,/u tributing the newly-killed animal is Each man receives quite interesting. his share, and he knows from long Can there be much that is more precedent exactly what portion is his. hypnotic than a cathedral with its Bob Grumbine WMC Enthusiast The man who first puts his harpoon' dimmed atmosphere and deep silence? into the animal is the owner or pro- All lines lead upward and upward curer of the walrus and gets the until the hazy celing is attained, if credit for it. As a reward he takes not quite fully seen. This ceiling of the head, the left flipper, the guts, the nave would seem to lie in the far By Daphne Clark and especially the heart. Number two off heavens, obscured by distance, yet takes the right forepart, but none of realized by soft and lovely light, col- the insides; number three, the left ored by the tinted panes of glass in Did you or have you noticed the complaints at all", he says. I rear portion, and so forth. If there the clearstory. There are double "Lost weekend" bottle hanging out couldn't even make him gripe about are more men, the whole is divided aisles and gracefully great piers of a window in Hering Hall? Have the food. into more parts. which stand unmoved by time and you wondered whose room that is? Bob finds that WMC hasn't From a sociological point of view, dust. There are long and wide ex- Well-it's Bob Grumbine's. And he changed much while he was in the their culture is very interesting. Both nausea of bare floors, upon which says he doesn't know who put it 't service. He left school to- join the men and women are free to have as each step might echo endlessly in the there! Sounds like a pretty flimsy ex- many spouses as they can afford. On - empty space of the upper reaches cuse to me. Who, at WMC, would Army at the end of the first semes- the surface it would appear that ter, '42-'43. Most of his army career were this distant and dim. The abo play such a dirty trick on a fellow- was spent as' a signalman on a boat. women hold an inferior position since sence of the brilliant day absorbs the student? Yes, I thought he was crazy, too. Too a gentleman never mentions a wom- noise and all is silent, all is muffled Yes, Bob lives in Hering Hall. And an's name; in fact, he never admits in elaborate yet simple dignity. A much of that "Lost Weekend". But that he knows a woman. But there no- incidentally, multitude of people may be seen, not ticed, that's in case you haven't Me- Bob says, "I was in the Army's navY. are certain important tasks entirely An all-army crew lived aboard ship." Fight across from heard; there is no individual, merely Daniel. Thus he finds it difficult to Bob returned to school again in the in the hands of the women and, as the the far off chant predominating all. keep his mind on his studies, but1eas::( second semester of '45-'46. It seemed author says, "The husbands are the Candles flicker from somewhere to concentrate on the campus coed. a little different when he first. got mouthpieces and the wives the brains and occasional shadows may dance Bob blushingly suggested that per- " back, but that .was just getting ori- of the family". along the irregularities of the endless haps the girls ought to pull their ented. Soon it was just the same-- Their formality and politeness rio rows of piers, the endless arches and shades down. That's an idea, isn't it? L 'cept for dancing in the reo room and vala that of the traditional oriental. innumerable lines which lead the eye girls smoking there as well as in They rarely address each other by unto the motionless vaults above. Bob is a Baltimorean, but a little '.. ..1_ name or use pronouns of the first Faintly colored dusk and chanting; different from the rest of that race, !~:i~t o~hnat~OO;~~s:o~a~::s ~ne~co; person but rather the impersonal because he doesn't go home very of- the soft, monotonous chanting or the ten. He likes WMC too well. "No Bob Grumbine (Continued on page 3, column 4) (Continued on page 3, column 3) choral singing to climax unbroken at- tention. Let the mind wander where spells of won- This Week's Short Story it will be led, for all of symbolism is lost in the momentary Gold Bug Contest Winner derment. The result is invariably a form of awe, pagan or Christian, ac- cording to the individual when he has ~~jd.~~ regained himself, but always a result. Always a feeling of wonder at the greatness of the structure and per- The morning is of all times most eon ago--the day before yesterday- ulate flowered housedress. Dully I ceipta book ... if I ever go back. haps some puzzlement as to where lovely brilliance of sun, moisture before that paralyzing ice crept into turned my eyes to my plate- Little pigeon, little pigeon with the far off recesses lead; the dim glistening in trees, and shower of my heart and froze me. Perhaps this creamed chipped beef. Tonight it feathers white, white, white. The haze obscures and assimilates the silver on grass. Unreal city. Un- is a dream-this park, this new day. would be porkchops, tomorrow morn- sun is warm and my eyes are daz- areas between the uppermost, the real street. Unreal this park. To- these little pigeons. Perhaps if I ing French toast, and at night a zled by the silver. Alone inside a slender shafts. Permeation by the su- day for the first time I see it-now, close my eyes the numbness will go stew. Always for one day certain glass prison. I can see everything, pernatural; hypnotic attraction for with this numbness. I have no body away and I will be lying in bed once food, certain tasks, a certain dress; but I can touch nothing, and the man. -just eyes-r-eyes da-zzled by glint of more on Tuesday morning thinking: for another' day other food, other sounds grow quieter and quieter. I (Continued on page 3, column 5) silver and bright glow of sun. What shall I get up for today? What tasks, another dress. Week after Continued on page 3, column 1) Little pigeon, little pigeon, what bribe can I offer myseil! to fight week the same. are you thinking? Why do you lift that desperate desire not to get up At ten minutes after eight she re- THE GOLD BUG your foot and pause and step so care- ever again, to lie here forever, or minded me, as always, that I would She handed me the miss my train. until I die? Have J a new tie to alone I know-I fully, so slow? kno-w. I see, for J have no body- wear? Can I go somewhere different paper and got up to cle~r away the only numbness and these dazzled for lunch? dishes. As r went out I remember May we remind the entire student eyes. It was then that she called irritably hearing the light, dull sound of her body that they are to be the final The frozen heart I felt before is from the kitchen, "I'm not going to rubber-heeled shoes as she moved judges in the Gold Bug short story gone. Only dimly now do I remem- call you again!" I answered that I about the kitchen. contest? The winning story from ber. I remember, I remember the was nearly dressed and clenched my CITY COUNCIL PROPOSES the first two weeks of the contest is Subscrip.tlon Price $2.00 a Year house where ... but I can't remem- teeth in sudden rage as I, threw back SCHOOL LUNCH APPROPRIA- printed on this page and in succeed- ber her face, not at all. Something the covers. Sometimes I could scream TION. TRANSIT COMPANY AN- ing issues other winning entries up EDITORIAL STAFF of brown hair; something of thin and cry at her, "Wife, I hate you! NOUNCES FARE CHANGE. TAV- to those dates of publication will be Edito ...in-ehlel .......•.•. Mug ..ret Statler sharpness I know should be there, I-!" ERN ROBBED. On the train I no- published. Upon the appearance of M~n~gi~g Edit{)T.. . .. Fern RBy New. Editor.. 'but I can't see them. Her voice-yes, Later, Sitting across from her at ticed that the man sitting next to me the final story, a ballot will be in- that I hear as though far' away, still breakfast, I let the pale sunlight, was reading over my shoulder. He cluded in the Gold Bug .fol" the vote with that tense insistence, that edgey the sleepy warmth, the bright green had on a.linty black pin stripe suit. of the students to determine tbe win- Typin!l' Editor . ner of the $5.00 award. Statl' PhotogrBpher . sharpness that cut into my thinking and white of the room creep into my He reminded me of one of the men BUSINESS STAFF like. cold spllnters of steel. eyes. She was there, as always, at the office, but when r got to work May we also suggest that the Short B".;ne6l> M ..~ ..,er..... . ...•• PhyllisHouck What was it she said? Was it reading the morning paper. Silence, I looked at our man again and found Story entries, in order to be consid- Adv~rtjsi~g Manager... .. Dorothy A~der",,~ "Get upl-this isn't Sunday,. you but for _the clicking of the toaster there wasn't really much reaem- ered for puhlication in the issue of OlrcuJaUon Manager WilUam 0001< know, it's_Tuesday!"? Yes, that was. and an occasional rustle as she blance after all. It W~8 a very dull November 28, must be placed in the CONTRIBUTORS what. she said.. I .wi.sh-Q God how r turned a page. _Her hair-yes, I can day, just lik~ all the rest ..have been. entry box outelde the post office be- W"y~eOo...,.n. Fred H"Oo y. J1' .. Yal'Y Lou to ~t&r .~&t ht~ St..,,~~". Edwa.rd Cu ..he~. J n Cohen, 1£0,.:0' Wish!~1 wish I w,ere.1yjng in my see it now-c-brown; fril'.izled; her I must remember fo~e MOrt_on Saturday, November 2~? Ohild.. M..I'Y :Dert.er. Shlrla, SDJd.r. T.d bed as r was then,' that mornmg 'M' monoeoJo~ face; lter s~lf, hnrna<:-- suranee ~afm- payment in- my re- Q~elch. Em.j.lle E.hn. Helen Lavin.