THE SALEMITE
AMONG OURSELVES
THE NEEDED DRAMATIC
CLUB
What good school or A1 college you
know beside Salem has no dramatic
club or society? Salem has had a
dramatic club up until a year or so
ago, but with the “hurry and worry”
of our college life it dwindled away to
nothing. The crying need of the re
formation of this club at Salem has
been felt in the last two years by both
teachers and students, especially those
taking English courses.
The benefits which would be derived
from the formation and maintenance
of a democratic dramatic club are
numerous. .Students themselves would
learn the art of self-composure in
speaking and acting before an audi
ence, an ability which the majority of
us lack in greater or lesser degree. A
club would enliven the social side of
Salem to a great extent. How many
Saturday nights have we wished for
“something to do!” The dramatic
club might put in a bid for all the free
Saturdays nights and present interest
ing and worth-while plays, with now
and then a purely “stunt-program.”
Throughout the year the right inter
class spirit would be fostered by class
plays and pageants, for the best of
which a prize might be offered. A
dramatic club, incorporated in the
budget, would be an organization of as
many members as there are college
students. This might be thought a
drawback by some, but it really would
not, if the club were put on an inter
class basis. Everyone would have a
chance; and many girls of real dra
matic talent, who couldn’t be bothered
to “try out” for a picked club, would
try for the honor of their class. Let’s
talk up the idea and see if next year
we can’t organize a real dramatic
club!
SOPHOMORE.
EASTER HOLIDAYS
Shall we have Easter holidays here
after or not? It is a question that
we, the students of Salem College, can
best answer. We have been given the
spring vacation this year only as an
experiment—jit is not at all a settled
fact that it will become an institution
in the college. Many teachers have
doubts as to the wisdom of this new
departure, saying that it is unwise to
break into the semester by giving a
two weeks’ recess. If we make it ap
parent to the faculty, however, that
there is no after-holiday slackness or
lack of interest, the success of the
idea is proved.
So let’s get down to work again and
make these last six weeks count.
FRESHMAN.
DAVIDSON BUILDS HOMES FOR
PROFESSORS
Davidson, N. C.—Davidson College
is planning to build at least three new
professors’ homes this spring. The
three dwellings, which wil be modem
in every respect, will be erected on
North Main Street.
It has always been the policy of the
College to provide suitable homes for
her professors. The building of the
new residences became necessary in
view of the fact that a very consid
erable enlargement of the faculty is
contemplated. As yet there is no
definite information available as to the
number of new professors that will be
secured or to what departments they
will be attached.
PUPILS’ RECITAL
The recital of Academy Music pu
pils in Memorial Hall Thursday was
enjoyed by all. The following pro
gram was given:
Romili—Tarantella—Emma Mebane
Hunt and Evelyn Graham.
Curran — Sonney Boy — Dorothy
Shivers.
Gurlitt—Polonaise—Elizabeth Hahn.
Herrmann— Spanish Dance—Isabel
Wenhold.
Nollet—Elegie in C sharp minor—
Marian Schallert.
Schyte —Berceuse —Elizabeth Ger
ald.
Sobeski—There, Little Girl, Don’t
Cry—Marian Murphey.
Scharwenka — Polish Dance — Sue
Carleton.
Neidlinger—Sweet Miss Mary —
Dorothy Cargill.
Nollet—Tarantella—Alice Dunklee.
Del Reigo—Shadow March—Temps
Ellen.
Grieg—Dance Caprice—Sophia Hall.
Weil—Somewhere I Know—Margar-
ette Foreman.
Friml—Waltz—Evelyn McGehee.
Bohm — Moto Perpetuo — Edward
Mickey.
Beethoven — Menuet; Grieg — Elfin
Dance—Anna Pauline Shaffner.
Emmeil — Philosophy — Emma Me
bane Hunt.
Grieg—To Spring—Anna Adams.
ORGAN RECITAL OF MISS EVE
LYN SMITH
Miss Evelyn Smith gave her grad
uating recital in organ last Monday
night. She was assisted by Miss
Alimae Temple and Miss Charlotte
Mathewson, Soprano. The Memorial
Hall platform was beautifully deco
rated with quantities of roses and
ferns, which made a background for
Miss Smith’s frock of changeable rose
taffeta. The program was as follows:
Bach....Fantasie and Fugue in G minor
Miss Smith
Spross.,., The Awakening
La Forge Song of the Open
Miss Temple
T. Tertius Noble..An Elizabethan Idyll
Pietro A. Yon Humoresque “L’
organo primitive”
R. S. Stoughton Persian Suite
a. The Courts of Jamshyd
b. The Garden of Tram
c. Saki
Miss Smith
Chadwick The Danza
Gretchaninoff Cradle Song
Densmore A Spring Fancy
Miss Temple
Widor..Finale from Eighth Symphony
Miss Smith
Each number was enjoyed by the
audience of Salem girls and town
people.
Miss Smith is a member of the class
of ’21. Since her recital in piano last
spring she has been doing graduate
work in piano. She will receive her
diploma in piano and organ this com
mencement. She won in the music
contest of the Federated Music Clubs
in the State of South Carolina and
also in the district contest in Atlanta.
We feel sure our talented musician
will bring even more glory to herself
and Salem in the future, and perhaps
in the national contest at Davenport,
Iowa, in June.
EASTER AT SALEM—
AN APPRECIATION
There have been two kinds of Eas
ters in my life: those that I have not
Kspent at Salem, and the two that I
have. Of the first I have only the
vaguest impressions, and those of egg-
hunts and children’s exercises, in
which I participated. The two which
I have spent here have left an ever
lasting memory of the sacredness and
beauty of the services and the under
lying thought. Before I came to
Salem, Passion Week and the suffer
ing and death of Jesus Christ had
little if any real meaning for me: I
didn’t understand thern; but since at
tending the Passion Week services at
the Moravian Church I feel almost as
if I had witnessed those scenes with
my own eyes. The early Easter morn
ing service, in commemoration of
Christ’s Resurrection, was the most
impressive of them all, with the huge
crowd gathered at such an early hour;
the beautiful floral decorations; the
sun rising over the trees; the awe-in-,
spiring music; and above all, the sweet
solemnity of Bishop Rondthaler’s re
markable voice. The whole custom of
the observance of Easter week is, I
think, the sweetest, most impressive,
and most sacred in my knowledge.
WEATHER WISDOM
A sunshiny shower
Won’t last half an hour.
Rain before seven,
Fair by eleven.
The south wind brings wet weather.
The north wet and cold together;
The west wind always brings us rain.
The east wind blows it back again.
March winds and April showers
Bring forth May flowers.
Evening red and morning gray
Set the traveler on his way;
But evening gray and morning red
Bring the rain upon his head.
Rainbow at night is the sailor’s de
light;
Rainbow at morning, sailors take
warning.
•
If bees stay at home,
Bain will soon come;
If they fly away,
Fine will be the day.
When clouds appear like rocks and
towers.
The eatrh’s refreshed by frequent
showers.
“Old Professor Gobbs has been
teaching here a long time, hasn’t he?
“I should say he has! Why when
he began teaching, he lectured on
current events; now his subject is
medieval history.”
First Landlady: “I manage to keep
my boarders longer than you do.”
Second Landlady: “Oh, I don't
know. You keep them so thin that
they look longer than they really are.”
“Auntie, can you change a dime for
me?”
“How do you want it changed,
dear?”
“Into a quarter, please.”
Sadie critically viewed the eggs she
was sent to purchase.
“These are not fresh,” she told the
grocer.
“Strictly fresh, little girl,” he as
sured her.
“No,” she persisted; “my papa told
me there’s a corner on fresh eggs;
these are all smooth.”—The Epworth
Herald.
Disgusted Professor—What did you
come to college for, anyway? You
are not studying.
Bobby Rahrah—Well, mother says
it’s to fit me for the pi’esidency; Uncle
Jim, to sow my wild oats; sister Helen,
to get a chum for her to marry; and
dad, to bankrupt the family.—Boston
Transcript.
“Daddy, I don’t think mother knows
much about raising children,” said
little four-year-old Dorothy.
“What makes you think so?” asked
her father.
“Well, she makes me go to bed when
I am wide awake and she makes me
get up when I am awfully sleepy,”
was the reply.—Cincinnati Enquirer.
McMackerel was defending a man in
a murder case. The case looked hope
less > the prosecution was soon d6ne.
Then McMackerel rose.
In a quiet, conversational tone Mc
Mackerel began to talk to the jury. He
made no mention of the murder. He
just described in vivid colors a pretty
country cottage hung with honey
suckle, a young wife preparing sup
per, and the rosy youngsters waiting
at the gate to greet their father on
his return home for the evening meal.
Suddenly McMackerel stopped. He
drew himself up to his full height.
Then, striking the table with his fist,
he cried, in a voice that thrilled every
bosom: “Gentlemen, you must send
him back to them!”
A red-faced juror choked and blurt
ed cut: “I tell you, sir, we’ll do it!”
McMackerel, without another word
sat down, and ten minutes later the
jury brought in a verdict of acquittal.
The prisoner w'ept as he shook his
counsel’s hand.
“No other man on earth could have
saved me as you have done, Mr. Mc
Mackerel,” he sobbed. “I ain’t got no
wife or family, sir.”—Exchange.
“Two penn’-orth of bicarbonate of
soda for indigestion at this time of the
night,” cried the infuriated druggist,
who had been aroused at 2 a.m., “when
a glass of hot water would have done
just as well!”
“Weel, weel,” returned Sandy, hast
ily; “I thank you for the advice, and
I’ll no’ bother ye after all. Good
night.”—Glasgow Scotsman.