| Summary: | Page 4 THE CONCORDIAN November 18, 1949 Editorially ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY DIE DAILY Today free X-ray examinations are being given in a mo-bile X-ray unit on the Cobber campus. This is a part of the constant campaign against tuberculosis. Even if you haven't registered yet you may make use of this chance to check up on yourself. It may mean a lot to you. Much of the money for the fight against TB is made available through the annual Christmas Seal drive. Next Monday the 1949 Christmas Seal drive officially opens. Con-cordia's Christmas Seal chairman, Ruth M. Holland, reports that seals will be sent to each student through the mails as in previous years. We aren't going to give you a big old pep talk on why you should buy the seals. We'll just present a few of the facts and let you make your own decisions. In the first place Minnesota's tuberculosis death rate has been cut more than 85 per cent since the first Christmas Seal sale 43 years ago, according to Dr. E. A. Meyerding, executive secretary of the Minnesota Public Health associa-tion. This decrease is due in a large measure to the funds pro-vided for the fight against TB by the Seal sale. Ninety-five per cent of your contributions remain in Min-nesota for case-finding and education. Although the anti-tuberculosis campaign has made great strides since it was begun tuberculosis still kills one person every 11 minutes in the United States. Tuberculosis " kills more young adults between 15 and 34 than any other disease. Approximately 250,000 persons in this country have tuberculosis and don't know it. Christmas Seal funds are used to find these unknown spreaders of the disease. Although Minnesota now has the ninth lowest TB death rate in the country, last year 502 Minnesotans died of the disease. Think this over when you get your seals. Gobbler Dedicates His Will To Cobbers By Karl Kasberg I've resigned myself to my fate. The last spark of hope has died. A placard in front of me illu-strates the traditional Thanksgiv-ing dinner complete with mashed potatoes floating in gravy, bright red cranberry sauce, sweet pota-toes saturated in butter, fresh hot rolls and all the trimmings down to pumpkin pie with whipped cream. The three little words at the bottom read, "Let's talk tur-key!" This is a grave situation and even in my deplorable condition, I realize my fate is inevitable. Thus, it is altogether fitting and proper, indeed, of the utmost ne- History Of Turkey Is Distinguished By Clarice Undhjem You 'know I feel sorry for that old Thanksgiving turkey. Every year he suffers from an acute pain in the neck, and of all the reme-dies they have to use —» the re-moval of his head. Maybe he has laryngitis or tonsilitis, but due to the scarcity of turkey doctors no one stops to find out. Poor Tom Turkey] Each year the little red thing under his beak is the "X that marks the spot." The American turkey is really an institution. Imagine Thanks-giving dinner without a turkey. I'm afraid our stomachs would nevor recover ' from the shock. Could you ever figure out why they picked the turkey to grace our tables at this occasion? Why didn't they pick out a bear, a 'coon or even some fish that doesn't have the personality that our unsuspecting friend, Tom, has. The turkey has a long and distinguished history, or maybe I should say extinguished history. This proud old bird was one of the first Americans to be scalped. He was also the subject of the first Pilgrim debate, "Turkey or not turkey, that is the question!" Any-way, the turkey lost out and has been getting the sharp edge of the ax ever since. Remember when you're eating your Thanksgiving dinner what the turkey said to the^ pilgrim, "Gobble gobble," and we've been gobbling him ever since. Happy Thanksgiving! Philosophical Turkey Each day I am growing bigger and fatter. I can't understand just what is the matter. You think I should diet! I won't even try it. I'll lose all my weight on a Thanksgiving platter! Use Party Ettiquette At Thanksgiving Dinner By Bob Narveson With Thanksgiving vacation just around the corner, many students are soon to be placed in a situa-tion to which they will be some-what unaccustomed. They may either be guests or entertain guests al dinner. They will be re-quired to oat in a manner quite different from that praticed in a cafeteria. I have formulated the following rules to cover such a situation. I am passing on my experience in the hope it may be of help to somebody. It has never helped me. (1) Do not look for a tray. It is unnecessary. You will be seated at the table and the food brought to you. This may seem strange but do not get flustered. (2) Food may be eaten leisure-ly. No one wants your place. Be calm; converse politely with those about you. (3) Those seated near you will soon get used to the fact that you are a normal person, providing you are a normal person. (4) Napkins will not be found in a metal container on the table. It is customary to find one by your silver. There should be silver. fl was once at a dinner where there were no napkins, but there was silver). (5) You may ask for a second helping. In fact you'd better. The hostess may be sensitive. , (6) Since you are not paying, it is only fair that you do not criti-cize the food. ' (7) Please keep your head. You have not lost your cashier's slip. There is no cashier's slip. There is no cashier, either. And by all means, put away those meal tickets. cessity that I, Thomas H. Gobbler, decree, declare and make public this, my last will and testament. To wit: I will, leave and be-queath my intestinal fortitude to the basketball team; my bright eyes fo the eight o'clock class stu-dents; my toe nails to the track men; my head and legs to the cafeteria; my wings to those who will take off for the Thanksgiving holidays; my variety of colors to the redecorators of Old Main; my heart to the faculty members as they make out the grades; my beak to t he henpecked veterans to be used for revenge and my nerve to the bashful Frosh men. To witness in testimony there-of, I hereunto affix my hand and seal on this eighteenth day of No-vember in the year nineteen hun-dred and forty-nine. Signed: Thomas H. Gobbler. Yes, give thanks! Sing in the streets! Sing gypsies, square game gypsies, play while you may gyp-sies! Inded, one must eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow — to-morrow —. O Washington, why did you use that instrument! from Reporter's Notebook By Georgia Helgeson SNAP COURSE After almost an hour of straight facts in her first geology class, a frosh coed blandly asked the prof, "You don't mean that we have to MEMORIZE all these names and things . . . ?" The prof, weary after so many questions of the same nature, year after year, replied brusquely, "Do you know of any class where you DON'T have to memorize?" A huge character, slouched in his first row seat, answered bored-ly, "Physical education." FIRST PERSON, SINGULAR run, ran, touchdown shoot, shot, basket sick, sicker, dead eat, ate, stomach ache rabbit, rabbits, fur business ring, rang, late for class study, studied, O late, later, flunked exam COBLINS This school must be haunted. They're always talking about the school spirit. (gloria By Swanie Aalgaard "FOR TURKEY—THANKS" "who dally loadeth us with benefits." Ps. 68:19 Thanksgiving Day 1949. With every hat feather or immacu-late suit whispering, "Here I am, home from college!" we follow the usher down the aisle of our little old home church. The organ music is soothing and a warm feeling of piety starts somewhere in the region of our middle and defuses upward only to end with a pop of jealousy as we see Barney following Sophie down the aisle. We "come to *' in time to hear the minister intone, "Dear Lord, we thank thee . . ." Yes, "dear Lord, we thank thee for . . ." but suddenly pumpkin pie dances into view. Sweet potatoes, jel-lies, cranberries, turkey obstruct the sermon and with a sigh of relief, which is echoed by the stomach, we head for the dinner table. With one eye on the steaming turkey we impatiently await the end of grandfather's endless prayer of thanks. We smile as we turn back the covers of the bed and remember the afternoon. "Dear Lord, I thank thee for—-turkey . . . ." then the Lord hears only a gentle snore. Thanks ( ?) giving Day 1949! "That's not reality!" No?! I wonder if we face facts we don't find ourselves giving just that little thanks on the day set aside for that purpose. And if we give so little thanks on that special day, how much less thanks don't we give to our Heavenly Father daily. When did we last thank God for sight, for hearing, for health, for friends, for living in America, for the fact that we are a child of His and for the many other things we so much take for granted, but which make life the worthwhile thing it is? How much docs our life show thanks by our representation of Him and our willingness to do His bidding in everyday living about the campus ? Let's lake another look at Psalm 68:19, make this coming Thanksgiving Day a day of real thanksgiving and then at least be polite about the daily load of gifts which we so carelessly re-ceive, until we learn to sincerely thank daily, because of an over-flowing thankful heart. Production Staff Utilizes Brain, Brawn And Hammer By Alice May Young What happens during the gruel-ing days and nights before "The Night of January Sixteenth" pro-vides many an interesting peek behind the scenes of the final pro-duction. For instance over in this corner we find the props committee con-fering over their little worries. This year they don't have too all times. Nor is it easy to group many characters efficiently. There must be tiers with the jury on one, witness on one and judge on one. Again the props committee whips out their saws and hammers to construct the necessary proper-ties. It is much easier to make a nineteen-year-old seem a wealthy, middle-aged widow than to make AN INTEGRAL PART of a production staff, the costume commit-tee takes the measurements of play cast members. The conscien-tious cast of "The Night of January 16th" wastes not one min-ute, but studies lines while being sized up. (Photo by Phil Franze) many problems, but the ones they do have are severe. If the mem-bers of the jury are to be seated in the audience, how are they to reach the stage without wasting too much time in going about the side entrances? Such a question arises and who solves it? The props committee. They build a stairway in the mid-dle of the stage for the traffic of the jury to the courtroom. Consider, too, the size of the chapel stage and you will see what a problem it is for the committee to provide space for the twenty persons who are on the stage at-the same person appear newly-rich, twenty-four-year-old heiress. There the costume committee has to rack its brains trying to devise a means of showing the difference in dress. The makeup has little in-fluence in a situation like this. Now, as we are about to close the door on our glimpse on the sorrows of the local world of stage, we note that a great many things happen before opening night. These people who think and be-lieve that "the play's the thing11 use both brain and brawn and, be-hold, a more polished night will never exist on the campus than "The Night of January Sixteenth." CO-ED I TOES _. Helen Narveson and Peter Teisberg ASSOCIATE EDITOR Norma Lunde NEWS EDITOR .» Connie Lunde SOCIETY EDITOR . Crystal Severson Sally Ann Warner Jack Mueller Albert Fortman Eleanor Midboe THE CONCORDIAN Published weekly daring the school year except during vacation, holiday and examination periods, by the students of Con cord I* College, Moorhead. Entered as second class matter at the post office of Moorhead, Mfnn., Dec. 0, 1920, under the Act of March 8, 1870. . NINE TIMES ALL-AMERICAN Member ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS. * Member LUTHERAN STUDENTS UNION PRESS ASSOCIATION. Office: Third floor of Classroom building Phone 8-1988 Subscription Rate, $2.50 a year. REPORTERS Marlys Benson, Allan H. 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