| Summary: | Page 2 THE CONOORDIAN February 9, 1961. dioially. LEST WE FORGET College professors are often characterized as absent-minded. Undoubtedly, some are. But judging from the action of some of the students on this campus recently, forgetful-ness is not a quality of professors alone. And, unfortunately, the forgetfulness of the students to which we refer is of a much more serious nature than that jokingly attributed to absent-minded profs. Elsewhere on this page is an open letter to all Cobbers con-cerning the unusual amount of cheating which went on during the recent semester exams. The writer is not alone in his revulsion at the prevalence of cheating and the general wink-ing attitude given it by many students. Have we forgotten that cheating is outright robbery? That cribs, or pre-arranged signals or roving eyes are just as much methods of stealing as breaking into a store down-town? For aren't we stealing knowledge from others? Aren't we pilfering a higher grade from one of our fellow Cobbers who really deserved and would have received a higher mark—had we not taken unfair advantage of him through cheating? And most important of all, have we forgotten that God's commandment, "Thou Shalt Not Steal" applies in a classroom as well as a cash drawer? Let's think it over. When mid-terms roll around, let's have a more Christ-remembering campus. LOVEST THOU ME? And while we're remembering things, let's not forget the Lenten self-denial boxes which were distributed last week. The work our money will do among students both here and abroad should in itself be reason enough to give freely. For in a world which is spending billions for war, how can we neglect to give for forwarding the peace of Christ? But besides the worthy cause, remember that these boxes filled to overflowing can be a small token of answer to the mighty question and challenge of Christ, "Lovest Thou Me? "The Lenten boxes are one way to express our thanks for "so great a salvation." Let's not pass it up. SOLI DEO GLORIA! What type of paper will we have this coming year? The Concordian is a student newspaper, written by students for students about students. It should, therefore, serve as a loud-speaker for student opinion. But the Concordian is more than a newspaper for stu-dents. It is a newspaper for Christian students. Therefore the basic policy of this paper can be none other than that of the Christian . . . "Soli Deo Gloria." And to carry out that policy, to make the Christ of Calvary live in the pages of the Concordian, will be the aim of its editors. SOME BIG SHOES Attempting to fill the very competent shoes of Clarice and Howard during the coming year poses no easy task for your new editors. As journalists, as leaders, as people, our old bosses were pretty hard to beat. We'll do our best to fill some mighty big shoes. To Clarice and Howard and to the other capable mem-bers of their staff who are leaving their positions this se-mester, we'd just like to say, "Thanks for a job well done— for giving Concordia a paper of which she could be proud." THE CONCORDIAN PuMUhtd weekly during the school year except during vacation, holiday and exam in a-tion periods by the students of Concordia College, Hoorhead. Entered as second class matter at the post office of Moorhead, Minn., Dec. 9, 1920. under the Act of March 8, 1879. TEN TIMES ALL-AMERICAN , Member ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS Office: Third floor of Classroom building Phone 8-1938 Subscription Bate, $2.50 a year. CO-EDITORS MANAGING EDITOR NEWS EDITOR „. SOCIETY EDITOR DESK EDITOR COPY EDITOR . FEATURE EDITOR SPORTS EDITOR _ _ . „ . _ BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER ADVERTISING MANAGERS EDITORIAL ASSISTANTS FEATURE WRITERS Sally Ann Warner and Donald Sponhciir Wilma Peril Alice Mae Young Patricia Gelder Audrey Helbtng Connie Void Marlene Hauger John Groven Eldon Mohr Carole Berg Sister Phyllis Larson and Wesley Haugen Delphine Hedlund and Art Erickson Marlyce Jacobson, Orvilla Snndcrson. Ralph Thrane. Patricia Sparrow, Enid Larson, Marjorie Podall, Ruth Rudser, Wesley Haugcn and Grace Anderson. REPORTERS ._ Dale Huse, Nancy Moller, Evelyn Dahl, Eileen Vaughan, Barbara Teiaberg, Ilia Mae Stovennon, Arlys Sommcr. Judy Thfcsen, Marjrret Hanson, Shirly Gilbert, Lyle Rich, Loralee Hennfng, Marlene Munson, Dorothy Helde, Erlys Tweeten, Naomi Wickstrom, Laurel Jenson, Mildred Hyldcn, Harvey Glommen, Roger Paulson, Omar Katie, Belva Sederotrom, and Kathryn Megorden. SPORTS WRITERS Harry Anderson ( Ronnie Thue, Alumni, Heatwave Welcome Cobber Choir On Tour Of "Butte"-ful And "Gorge"~ous West Ah for life on the west coast— here it is 50 degrees (above!) as we lie basking in the sun, taking in the picturesque view from a mound of terraced grass. As the sun moves -behind an ominous (rain?) cloud, we reminisce about the hardships we suffered just about a week ago when we left the frost-covered widows of Old Main. The first night out we sang in Candor N. D., to the tune of 30 below zero Fahrenheit (and brother, that's a low "F"), to a crowd of loyal supporters made possible largely through the work of Daryl Johnson, '50 graduate and former choir member. Mlnot brought us colder weather the following day as we buttoned our rain-coats against By Al Anderson the minus S6 marker. With great expectation, we set out for the mystic land called Mon-tana. Our first exposure to this land of silver dollars and tight overalls was In Glasgow, with the temperature still at odds with our ear lobes. The next day at Cutbank we heard the choir of another former Concordia choir member and grad-uate of '48, Maurice Skones. The next day was filled with various exhortations about the vast ex-panse of panoramic grandeur, as we traveled through the butte-ful mountains, the gorge-ous gullies, (oh, did you "rilly"?) Having fol-lowed the outer edge of Glacier National park, we arrived in the city of Kalispell (11,000 Norwe- Music Critic "Lauds" Velva Symphony By Paul Solem Featured in concert at the Aqua Velva high school auditorium last night was the Aqua Velva high school Symphonic Band of Aqua Velva, N. D. The performance was a quality unique in recent local history. In sheer technical perfection the Aqua Symphonic Band of Aqua Velva, N. D.( excelled all others of recent memory. Especially notable was the stunning unanimity between the harmonica and zither sections. Also the velvety quality of the slurpaphone was inspiring to all who were priviledged to attend. Ole Andrew Ferguson, director of the Aqua Velva Symphonic Band and head of the music department at Aqua Velva high school, Is by no means a stranger to us in this vicinity. IVLr. Ferguson re-ceived part of his musical training In this area where he was an as-sociate conductor with the Great Northern Railway co.f after which he directed traffic for a number of years in his native Hawley. The director's choice of music provided an extremely varied pro-gram, the most noteworthy being Chapin's Mayonnaise. The Chapin work, hardly a great piece of music, nevertheless had a great amount of audience appeal. This piece, originally written for forty-three trumpets and an oboe, was arranged for symphonic band by the direc-tor. gians and a few Montanans), and sang our concert there. From here we bid a (sad?) farewell to the dizzy heights of this strange land and cut across a breath-taking stretch of lake-and wood country of Idaho, into Washington. First it rained and then it snowed, but our hopes and spirits were kept high and dry by meeting several students (some former Cobbers) from the Wash-ington State college situated at Pullman, Wash. Among these were Harland Nelson, Phil Prindle a n d Jerry Bartholomey (all 49'ers). Despite uncalled-for six inches of wet snow during the night, t h e following morning we took off for Yakima. The latter place (as you probably know— you liar!) was derived from the time when Joe asked Pete, "can I come over?", and Pete replied, time." "Yakima-n over any- Carl Lee and Gordon Rholl Letter To Editors Men are capable of many things. Great men are capable of great things; little men are capable of little things. It would seem that the first group would be the more desir-able and thus the more popular. But during exam week, perspec-tives curiously suffer reversals, and students willingly align them-selves with the latter group. Cheating isn't becoming to any man regardless of how little self-respect he may have. Dishonesty, hitting below the belt, stabbing in the back, are condemned by the so-called most rugged in-dividuals. Even the underworld has its own code of honor. This is preaching and It's also only the law, but some-thing is wrong with a college student who is so void of such qualities as self respect, pride and honor that he unashamedly admits and even boasts of using books and notes while writing his tests, securing copies of the test prior to the exam and bring-ing: the answers with him. Cheating isn't fair or honorable treatment to others who have enough honor not to do it, and it loses for the individual himself the dignity, which among other things, sets man apart from other animals. One cannot plead inno-cence for misconduct on the grounds of ignorance in the courts of the U.S. We might add, can ig-norance ever justify unfairness? If a man has failed to apply him-self and to learn something in a course, he should be man enough to take the consequences on the chin. The cuff is a poor substi-tute. Something should also be said about a minority faculty group, who, consciously or unconciously, are so careless with their exams that extra copies are available be-fore the writing hour. This does not include those of the faculty who gives the student specific study questions prior to the exam, for that practice is their privi-ledge. True, it's a sad commentary on the honor of students that the faculty must be policemen, must keep the tests under lock and key and must burn master copies and stencils rather than deposit them in waste-baskets. It Is like, tho mother who must hide the rat poison in a high place so the children can't reach it. But human nature be-ing what it is, "secrecy" is the only realistic manner of dealing with the problem, for Satan seems to be as actively engaged here as he is in causing "leaks" from government bureaus. Nev-ertheless, when students can copy directly from books dur-ing an examination, the instructor should also feel a little responsibility. "What is man/' the psalmist asked, "that Thou art mindful of him?" Name Withheld. We took Saturday night (aha!) off from the concert schedule, on-ly to make up for it on Sunday by singing two—one in Everett and one in Bellingham. Here we were greeted by old friends like Danny Moe C49) and Dave Lar-son, now working at Boeing air-craft company. Tomorrow we go back to Seattle for a concert in their largest church, and the fol-lowing day -brings us to the much-anticipated concert at the Pacific Lutheran college at Parkland. The days on the buses are filled with activity of various types. Most of the girls are feigning domesticity with their knitting projects, and most of the boys take up their time watching the girls knit, but all in all, there is no doubt that the greatest industry aboard is the many hours of concentrated talk or frivolous fooling-around because, after all, we feel that the school work comes first. Why, at almost any time during the day, one may find three or four choir members gathered to-gether for some serious study of the syntax of a Roy Rogers comic book, or determining the chemi-cal components of a candy bar, or a comparative anatomy of the Speed Graphic. Please send clean sox and underwear. 2Beo (gloria By Rev. E. R. Fietz "Behold, the nations are as a drop in a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance." Isaiah 40:15. As you and I read our newspapers these days, the impression that the affairs of nations are of prime importance can hardly be missed. Most of the front-page news is devoted to the course of action which this or that nation is pursuing. A nation, or a combination of nations, seems to be about the most inexorable force bearing upon the fate of each individual of the world. What Russia does determines to some extent what America will do, and the actions taken by both of them have a direct bearing on how much salary will be earned, whether a job exists in a certain field, or whether an individual life will be lived or lost here or on some distant battlefront. The deliberate or accidental insistence on national power fools a good many people, making them lose sight of a certain concept which was central in every message delivered by the inspired prophets. It goes against the grain even to think: "My nation is like a drop In a bucket." It seems treasonable to feel: "My nation Is no more than the dust which must be wiped from the ban>of an accurate balance in order for that balance to weigh true/' Our insistence, loud and clamorous, that we get behind certain nations in order for us Individually to sur-vive, places the responsibility for our continued existence squarely upon the shoulders of human government. Isaiah's hearers were probably deliberating this dilemma, just as we do. Babylon threatened the Hebrews. Egypt seemed to offer some hope, if a strong alliance could be secured to throw back the armies of Nebuchadnezzar. But Isaiah's reasoning is adamant: "All nations before him are as nothing; and they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity." God uses Nebuchadnezzars to teach those to whom He has en-trusted His Word real faithfulness. There is always the historic paradox confronting us—God's use of the heathen to re-teach his "faithful" that they have lost their faith. The Israelites, even while Isaiah spoke to them, broke the Sabbath, offered second-rate sacrifices, continued in ' their materialism and—looked to Egypt. Must we, too, go into a Babylonian captivity?
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