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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Saturday, January 14, 1933. The Salemite Published Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE 'B2.OO a Year :: lOc a Copy EDITORIAL STAFP" Editor-in-Chief Managing Editor . Associate Editor .. Associate Editor .. 1/Uerary Editor .... Literary Editor ... Local Editor Music Editor Music Editor Alumnae Editor .... Sports Editor Feature Editor .... Feature Editor .... Local Editor . Josephine Courtney Dorothy Heideni Elinor Phillips I’atsv McMullan Susan Calder ... Courtland Pr .. Mart: I Bin( Mary Ahs Rosalie Smith Elizabeth Gray Margaret Long Sarah Lindsay Kathleen Atkins . Meriam Stevenson MUST SALEM JOIN IN. U. b. F.? IN DEFENSE OF A RAINY 1 DAY REPORTER Cora Emmaline Henderson Lucy James Lois Torrence Celeste McGlammy Gertrude Schwalbe Virginia Nall BUSINESS STAFF inesa Manager Sarah Horton lertising Manager Mary Sample •t Adv. Manager Ruth McLeod V Adv. Manager .... Isabelle Pollock 't Adv. Manager Grace Pollock 't Adv Manager Claudia Foy 't Adv. Manager .... Mary Delia Irvin 't Adv. Manager ... Margaret Ward lulation Manag nager ... e Willii Sarah Jetton ■ ir. Manager Mary Fn LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY “And as for Thinking inter fering with action, that is us ing one word in two senses. It is not Thinking that interferes with action; Thinking decides action. It is hesitation in thought that interferes with ac tion ; it is paralysis in Thought that interferes with action like that weariness of the mind, wherein, tune goes on buzzing in one’s head.”—Hilaire Belloc PARAGRAPHICS This brief rest between term pers and exams is the only thing that is saving our lives. One set of dark circles on top of another, plus a case of after-Christmas slump would make every girl on this ca pus look like a ghost. And that spite of Miss Stockton’s whole wheat muffins! The bobbed hair craze has struck the campus, and many a head long weighted down with pins feels free. “Willow, Weep for Me,” croons a Guy Lombardo fan, while she gazes at the forlorn looking willow tree in front of Bitting. “Shhh,” whis. pers the willow, “how can I sym pathize when I haven’t any leaves?” The recent strictness in regard to dining-room decorum is rather noying, though doubtless in the terest of order and good manners. Deportment at the table had become rather unladylike, and it did need improvement. Even if the system of checking to be sure every girl is in her proper place seems to place the emphasis upon where she eats, the real intention is to insure that her etiquette is correct. If a girl eats at her assigned place, then of course she will not put her el- ■faows on the table. The Salem student body feels completely justitied in sending a dei- egate^ Mary Katherine Thorp^ to represent tlie school at the National Students' i'ederation of America, wliich convenea in New Orleans dur ing the holidays. There she received valuable ideas from representatives from otlier institutions, which she passed to the students here. New ideas bring new life to a school and also progressive innovations. It IS not generally known on the campus tliat Salem College is not a member of N. S- E. A., and that Katie Thorp was merely an observ ant delegate. W'hile she was re ceived and entertained as cordially as a member representative, she could not vote on any question or upon the officers. Just as Anna Preston, who last year was an ob servant delegate in the convention at Toledo, slie could receive sug gestions and make contacts with outstanding collegians, but she could in no way be assured of the support of N. S. i'. A. in carrying policies on her own campus, impossible for Salem College to take a prominent part in the meeting. Because affiliation with a national ganization should not be made hastily and because it involves some :penditure, Salem has first sent An- I and then Katie to the conventions to find wliether membership organization is worth while. Soon 'ill come the time—and probably 'ithin a few weeks—when the school will decide whether or not it should become, a member. As far as c discovered outside the sanctum torum of the Stee Gee Council, there has been no fault found with the N. E. A., and the only reason for remaining a non-member was wari ness against joining every organiza tion of students which formed itself for any purpose—obviously a bad habit for any school to form. This, however, is the biggest of all student federations, and its very importance demands consideration. “Why join the N. S. E. A..?” asks a report directly from the conven tion, and immediately answers the question for the benefit of all stud ents. Summarily, the reasons stated 1. A member college becomes at once a school of national importance. 2. To the delegates and thence to the students the conventions give a broad view of student activities the nation over. Group discussions en able each school to have a hearing on its own particular problems. 3. It keeps the colleges in touch with current student activities tlirough the Federation publication and w'cekly radio programs. t. Student opinion on national l)rol)lems are observed and presented to tlie nation as the opinions of non voting, thinking youth. Most of the prominent schools of the South and East are members, and many from the West have join ed. Several very prominent col leges that have recognized places among educational institutions have not joined, probably for some rea son. So far Salem has fared very well without membership, but if joining would be beneficial, she should do so. Within a short time the Council will put the question before the stud ents and submit to an “aye” and “no” vote. If the voting goes across as smoothly as usual, the “ayes” will have it by virtue of pure ignorance of the question on the part of the voters, who are too timid and too polite to disagree on a subject of which they know nothin^;. This sub ject is far too important for such thoughtless treatment. Every Salemite must now begin to inform her,-self of what the N. S. E. A. is and -what it would mean to the school to "become a member. Articles will Tae published in the Salemite, open forum letters on the subject will be .gladly printed, so that there will be no reason for blind voting when deci,sion day arrives. I hope you aren’t one of those per ns who gets up on a rainy day, slams down the window, drags out her oldest dark brown dress and doesn’t stop moaning and groaning until the sun shines again, who doesn’t go down town to see that show because “It’s so messy slosh ing around in the rain.” If you are, well you just won’t like this at all. I adore rainy days. There’s an endless string of things that I de light in doing then more than at any other time. In the first place, I don’t slam the window down. I leave it up so I can hear the rain. In the second place. I’d much rather • a red dress than a brown dress. Wouldn’t you.^ More than anything else I enjoy walking in the ) The harder it rains, the more is, the more of ones fighting spirit calls forth. I like to hear the sound of automboiles on the wet •ement. I like to look through spattered window panes of the houses I pass by and see softly col. ored lights and people grouped about an open fire. Then I like to go home and play Chopin’s Rain Drop Prelude, get a big red appli and my favorite author, and sit by the fire myself. Night is really the best par a rainy day. I like to look out upstairs window and see millions of lights twinkling through a soft mist. I like to see the rain beat on the shiny pavement and send little bub bles bouncing up. Last of all I like to be lulled to sleep by the steady falling of rain on a tin roof. Do you like a rainy day PIERRE MEETS A GENERAL The afternoon was damp and grey with stubborn clouds which refused eith'^r to loose their raindrops or give way to blue skies. There was no friendly sun to play with shad ows among the forest trees and out in the open meadow: there was no fresh warmth such as a June day should have brought to the hills of Northern Erance. Something was wrong; Pierre Le- gros, the little shepherd lad, sat a dull green meadow just outside the straggling village of St. Lambert and wondered what it was. He was perched on a long smooth rock such as one finds in the river country the banks of the Lasne from whence there was an easy view of his small flock of sheep grazing peacefully within the radius of a quarter mile. The brownness of his skin, burnt by wind and «un during long hours of shepherding, almost matched that of the stone beneath his thin but staunch little legs which w crossed to support his elbows. With hands cupped under his earnest lit tie chin and yellow curly hair tossed carelessly back from a smooth fore head, he gazed thoughtfully about. What did it mean—all this pass ing over the ordinarily lonesome rough road from St. Lambert to Beaumont, the whisperings and tears of his mother and sisters when he had left them that morning at the cottage, the arrival of more splendid soldiers than all his childish mind could have pictured in its wildest flights of imagery, and the steady distant rumblings in the west such as the cart wheels used to make when father, accompanied by the excited Pierre, would drive it to market be fore he went away ? All these strange things had been happening during the day which had now worn on to early afternoon. To be sure, mother had explained that this was war, but to one who is eight years old war is a glorious thing about which one should not cry as she had foolishly done. It means swords and guns, drums and trumpets, horses and can non, but Pierre was missing all this. He had been forced to stay inside the house while various companies of soldiers filed by, and when he would have followed them he was told to stay close to the house and watch the sheep. Now there was only the noise of battle three long miles away to remind him of what fun he was missing and to arouse greater longings in his breast as sat gazing wretchedly before him. WHY THEY ARE VICTORIOUS Once, having succeeded in getting behind the heavy doors of a Korean temple, stealthily we read the for bidden book of the Testament, where heroic adventures and legends of the past are recorded. The sacred book revealed many mysterious doings and many a secret. It became known to us why Chinese, Koreans, and Manchu retreat in the sight of their yellow brothers from the islands, who call themselves Nipponese, or these who reach for the sun. It was long ago, so long ago that the story is not even known to most of the people, and just occasionally one hears an old man with a white beard tell it to one of his grand children, w’ho is seated on his knee. It was so long ago that even the turtle, which lived over 300 years couldn’t tell you the truth. It was the time of fierce wars. The wars in Korea among different tribes, w'ars for land and for women. The peo ple were not mild and soft hearted as they are now, no, then men were heroes and the women beautiful, strong and devoted. Then the vic tors laid heavy tribute on the losers. One of the tribes w'as losing many a battle and had to pay with the skins of its lads and their young brides. So many skins the tribe gave to the victors that the people feared of never being able to cover their glory and strength. Their mourning was great and the chief tains shook their heads sadly, while the brave women went silently about their work. In the morning of the next day the wise men of the tribe were called for a council. They stayed on their {Continued o Three) Suddenly, however, Pierre’ caught new fire and he jumped up quickly. Running to a higher rock, he was soon on top of it looking eastward where he could see lines rf uniformed men approaching. “What fun!” he cried to himself and began to whistle joyfully. On and on they came directly toward the boy’s restless figure; some were on horseback and others on foot, hur rying eagerly forward. The sheep in the meadows ceased their grazing and turned to bleating in their fright as they huddled together around the shepherd lad who, however, paid them scant attention, so intent was he in gazing at th eapproaching col- Yet he did not stir from his post on top of the rock; such is the awe of even the boldest before the spec tacle of armed forces. As if rooted to the spot he stood, every muscle taut with excitement and expectation. Soon the leaders of the troops were within a few yards of him and one of them, a swarthy little man quick ;n speech and movement, addressed liim with a friendly smile, “Hello, trooper, do you know the best way •across the river in muddy weather”' “Why, sir,” came the almost breathless reply, “I believe you’d best go the way my father takes his sheep tomarket. Down this way,” as he pointed southward, “towards Beaumont and Maransart, and cross over below there. Then you’ll be oul of the forest, too, and soon come tc Planchenoit where we sell oui sheep.” With a swift jerk of his horse’s reigns the questioner was off at the head of his men once Pierre stood gaping after them, still dazed by the glory which had very close t ohim. Little di matter to the Erench lad that they v.'cre hostile Prussians—to him they represented merely soldiery, a boy’s highest ideal of achievement; little did he care that his directions would contribute largely to the defeat of Napoleon and of an Empire—a gen eral had asked him, Pierre Legros. the way across the river! SHADOWS The loveliest things in my room are shadows. On one of my walls is a green vase from which hang graceful shoots of wandering jew. As I look at it now, I see a ckar shadow of a few shoots of the greenery on the wall. The shadow prettiest, however, in the morn- ig when the vase and wandering ;w make a dull grey, delieately- :it silhouette on the side wall. On a sunny day when a gentle ind stirs the foliage of a tree, don’t you like to look on the ground and watch the shadows of-the leaves twinkling and dancing with the sunshine.? Again, the leaves in themselves are beautiful, but they lack the joyousness and twinkle of the shadow leaves. For the past few years I have played golf, and on the golf course I’ve noticed particularly two shad ows; One of these, the moving, cir cling shadow of a bird flying over head, reminds one of the “birds” which children delight to draw. The other shadow is strange, and I do not understand it. All of a sudden a tremendous, straight, broad shad ow comes sweeping toward you and way beyond you. In a few minutes either it is gone or you stop noticing it. Perhaps it is the shadow of the louds or the wind, but neither of these explanations seems satisfac- If we may become a bit moral, are not the “shadows” of a person what make him beloved of us? We may admire a person in a cool sort of way and feel very far from him. We love the one whose shadows are constantly dancing in and out among us—the one whose shadows reach us. We admire the college leader who is efficient in her duties in a business like way, but we love the college leader who besides being efficient seems to care about the people, great and small, around her. We respect the teacher who has a splendid knowledge of her subject and who presents it in an intelligible and at' tractive manner, but we love the teacher who seems really interested in each one of us. Some people are self centered souls who cast few if any shadows. Others, while strong and happy in themselves, spread gay and twinkling, sometimes pro eyes : tecting shadows on all with whom tliey come in contact. Let us east sliadows! Can you wait for tonight? For me, it will be one of the biggest events in the year. Our faculty has been working hard, girls! Let’s get out our last quarter and go give them a big hand. They aren’t such a bad bunch! Please don’t forget that exams are coming soon. They are very easy just to overlook. And, another thing. Sophomores, be sure to get your Englishes straight! Last year I studied all night for my composition exam, and had to take my literature the next morning absolutely unpre pared because I had mixed my threes and fives. If you want a good laugh, ask Betty Stough about peanuts. Talk about deaf people! In about four months you will Iiave the privilege of seeing the best- looking Senior Class that has ever graced the stage of Salem College. They are a grand bunch of girls. If you don’t know them, you are missing half of your college life.
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