| Summary: | Page 2 THE CONCORDIAN October 24, 1952: Toward A Student Center Favorable action by the Concordia College corporation last Tuesday gives the go-ahead signal to plans for a student center. A place for co-ed recreation and relaxation has been a long cherished dream of generations of Cobber students. The issue was a hot one in 1947 when the Alumni association actually voted to start a campaign to build a Student Union. What happened to that campaign we don't know. It undoubtedly was lost in the gym drive, and that may have been a good thing in the light of developments. A building as large as our new field house can be made to serve in many capacities. A student center appears to be one of them. Soon, we hope, the student leaders will be opening a drive to equip the activity room in the basement of the field house as a student recreation center. Plans are still definitely in the formative stage, and if students have ideas as to the things the center should contain and the methods that could be used in getting them, they should begin now to make their opinions heard. As has been before stated, The Concordian is ready and anxious to serve in making these views known. WITH A LUNCH COUNTER One thing that should definitely be included in any plan is a snack bar of some sort to operate in the evenings. For the las tthree or four years the cafeteria has been opened, reluctantly, for evening trade. This has been due almost en-tirely to strong student pressure. The fact that the cafeteria has not opened its doors in the evenings yet this fall illus-trates that its management is not anxious to perform this service. The simple truth is that the cafeteria is not suited to an evening lunch program. A snack bar in a student center would fill the bill. Let The Concordian be a sounding board for your ideas of what you would like in the student center. It's your center, why not have it the way you want it? The Difference Is Poet's Korner By Marjorie Podoll The curtain that separates me from tomorrow Is thick, I know, and wide. Concealed there behind it lie both joy and sorrow— I wish I might just step inside. But the Father in Heaven has never allowed me To live two days in one, Or to see the conclusion of any decision Before all the work has been done. And since He is wisest and knows both the future And me and the way I must plod, I'll leave to my Keeper the past and the future And trust my tomorrows to God. Swede Talk By Art Dahlqutot Why didn't you have anything about Homecoming in your column last week? This was the cheery greeting from one of my fellow students this week-end. Guess there are some people who are naturally hind in everything and I'm no" exception, as any of my instruc-tors will testify. Also, I hate to be a part of anything that is so obviously a plot on the part of the crepe paper manufacturers to sell more of their product It seemed to be a successful Homecoming, though, to judge by the comments of the alumni to whom I had an opportunity to speak. I had a nice long talk with one of my former classmates. We were thinking back to the time that he used to read Science and Health With Key to the Scriptures in the evenings so that he could go to bed "Eddyfied." Perhaps some of you were aware • that our "friends" across the graveyard were also celebrating their homecoming this past week-end. Their parade was held Sat-urday morning with the theme 'tfCayo Kato" quite prominent. In fact, one Cobber was led to re-mark, "What are they going to have—a football game or a box-ing match?" , Many of you were perhaps won- dering what was going on in front *of Fjelstad hall this Monday when fyou saw the fire hose connected to the hydrant and the water all around. I can now reveal the idea behind it all. An attempt was be-ing made to replenish the water 'supply in Prexy*s Pond. However, after several hours' ;work it was discovered that the manhole in Seventh street does not lead to the pond as was pre-viously believed. No further action , is contemplated. Congratulations to the unknown employee of the college who fin-ally reset the clock in Old Main. Perhaps someone will now be found to co-ordinate the buzzer system with the clock. Seen on a sign in a cafe in /Bemidji, "Don't make fun of our coffee; you may be old and weak yourself someday." •t. I understand that our chemistry department is working on what could be a great boon to mankind. They are trying- to combine chlor-ophyll and aspirin for people with "stinking headaches." Next week, same place. * v Lyte A. Bkdt iDuring a Jewish festival, Jesus, although tempted to join the feasting, went about His beloved work of proclaiming the Word of God When the feast was half finished Jesus went into the temple and preached In the audience were wealthy and edu-cated Jews who, surprised to hear such exhortations from the stranger of Galilee, pondered the question, '^How is it that this man has learning, when he has never studied?" thx? reason f ^ Him, Jesus answered In gentleness and reverence, **Mjr teach-ing is not mine, hot EQs who sent me." No wonder Jeeos could speak as one with authority! Jesus did not cut the lesson short here but added, "He who speaks on his own authority seeks his own glory; but he who seeks the glory of Him who sent him is true, and in him there is no falsehood." These glimpses of Jesus and wha/t He said come into focus here and now, right on the college campus. True, our chief aim as student* and teachers, is to do our best. But does our real knowledge for .now and hereafter proceed from studies alone? Recall the words and life of Christ-like life, we must keep in the forefront t&e fact that neither what we learn nor what we teach can be to onr own glory, but rather to the glory of God. Again Jeaus is our example for the Christian life, for He went further than leaving His education in God's plan for His life. He gave His whole life to God's service. So then placing our education at God's disposal is just the beginning—of a life worth living. Ole's See Through Alibis Of No Date Enthusiasts The following is an excerpt from an article in the October 10 issue of the St. Olaf Manitou Messenger. It is a timely article, calculated to take the wind from the sails the habitual campus stag, who, when confronted with his guilt, is prone to come up with any num-ber of thin, weak, little excuses. Since this seems to have some bearing on the case right here on our own campus, we bring you the main points of the article. "To you fellows who are con-tinually making up excuses for not having dateSf let's just take a look at a few of these excuses and see if they hold water— Excuse No. 1—I Just don't like girls! Well, brother, if you seriously feel that way, I would say thc^t St. Olaf (Concordia) is wrong for you in the first place. I would suggest any one of the South Sea Islands where you could play around with the monkeys and raise cocoanut trees. Excuse No. 2—I don't have enough money. I know plenty of women who would much rather go for .a walk' anytime, than to have you spend money for supper, movies and a round-trip cab fare. If your date squawks, she isn't worth wasting your time on again anyway, so just forget about her. Excuse No. 3—I'm here to study, not to fool around with , girls. Amen! Just tell me—where else on this green earth can a man learn as much as from a woman? Excuse No. 4—I'm just natur-ally timid around women. Well, aren't we all? If it would help, double date with one of your buddies for the first few times. Excuse No. 5—I want a queen or nothing at all. All I can say here is that you take a good look in the mirror and see what you have to offer. Excuse No. 6—There is noth-ing going on that interests me. Ok, perhaps in your case there isn't. At any rate you are going to school to learn how to think and act as an individual. Use your own initiative, once, and see what happens. Maybe you're kidding yourself." Attention, Cobber men! By Richard Falsson When we come to another country, it is easy to see the difference between our.nation and a foreign one. But, of course, we too often think that everything is best in our own country. I will now try to write a little about American and Icelandic students and the differ- ' ences between them as it seems to me. The student here has other in-terests than the Icelandic. He is interested in politics, foreign and native, and knows the outstanding leaders and their policies in this field all over the world. He also cares about geography, history, literature, chess, bridge and in amusing himself as much as he possibly can to enjoy his short life. The Icelandic student is the type of man who might be called a humanist. Therefore, he does not care about sports; his opinion is that a deep and profound knowledge of that which is hap-pening in the world around him, in literature, in arts, etc., is the highest goal. All physical training is worth-less. It is more important to be than when he can make a quota-tion from a classical author. Presi-dent Knutson told me he had heard that almost every student in Iceland is a poet. This is an exaggeration, but I think every-body tries to be a poet. The student in Iceland likes to put the books aside for a while, in order to earn some money or to have a good time; but when he begins to study again, he reads day and night. The American student is in-terested sciences and technics (cars and radio, for instance.) His know-ledge of literature is limited to- American and English; usually he does not read novels. He does not puzzle his brain about politics. He knows the ele-phant and the donkey, Ike and" familiar with the oil problem in Stevenson, and never hides whom Iran and the new book by Hem- he likes better. He has a button ingway. He is never more pleased with their pictures on his jacket and says "I like Ike" and "For-ward with Stevenson." That is all. The student in America does not care much about other coun-tries. That is none of his busi-ness, if it does not deal with hia country. He overestimates the United States, forgetting that the United States is only a part of America and America is only a part of the world. He is more regular than his. Icelandic brothers in his studies, because he has to attend classes, but he often forgets that the main -purpose of his study is not Courage Unlimited By Jean Amundson Tick, tock, tick, tock, went the clock as the hour of my doom came closer and closer. I waited and counted the min-utes as the time drew nearer. Would this suffering never cease? I tried to think of some means of escape, but, alas,. to no avail. I thought, "Maybe the end will come quickly." Finally, I heard footsteps along reading a certain number of pages the darkened corridor. "It has come,11 I thought, "This is the beginning of the end." As the footsteps drew near my a day, but that he should under-stand the subject. To the foreigner in an American college or university I will say door, I tried again to think of this: "You may be certain tfeat some escape if only to quell the the student .in America 4^ kind heavy thudding of my heart and and 'always ready to nelp you if ease my tortured mind. you are in trouble. My name was called and I went, "He pays regard to you and tries trying to be brave and calm. to understand what you say, al* Down the stairway my guide though your English is bad. He led me. DcAvn^dowii-^Jown--to speaks to you as if you were a my Blind Date. P121* American and makes you often forget that you are a for-eigner." Attic Atmosphere By Lucllc Asl&fcsoci It has always been my ambition to take voice lessons. There is one hitch—I must practice. Every night after supper I climb up, up, 'way up to one of Old Main's attic class rooms. There is no hall light after the second flight of stairs. I switch on the light and be-hold a player piano, skylights, desk and a closet. These things all impress me; the room has a "Frenchy" atmosphere. It is very warm; the windows rattle en-thusiastically as though they are trying to keep time to my scales and songs. Below and around me I can hear the sounds of other ambitious music students. There is a bari-tone, a trombone and someone playing "Chopsticks" on the piano. I try hard to remember all the instructions my voice teacher has given me. I know just exactly when my practice period is over. From the closet comes the sound of high winds, the wall creaks— the room is Main 23 behind the chapel pipe organ. THE CONCORDIAN Published weekly during the school year except during vacation, holiday and examina-tion periods by the students of Concordia College, Moorheod. Entered as second class matter at the poet office of Moorhcad, Minn., Dec. 9, 1920, under the Act of March 8, 1879. 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