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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Saturday, April 8, 1933. The Salemite PuVjlisiied Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE 2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy KOITOUIAL STAFF Kditor-in-Chief ... Managing Editor Ansociule Editor Astociate Editor Literary Editor .. Literary Editor . Local Editor Alumnae Editor . 8ports Editor Feature Editor .. Feature Editor .. Music Editor Local Editor ... Jo.sephine Courtney Dorothy Heidei Elinor Phillips Patsy McMullan iusan Caldei Courtland Prestor M irtha Binde: Elizabeth Gray Margaret Long Sarah Lindsay Kathleen Adkins Mary Absher Miriam aVLIPIHA cm I AILIPIHA IP € IE T IR y EEPOBTJCB Cora Eniuialine Henderson Lois Torrence Celeste McClammy Gertrude Schwalbe Virginia Nall Garnelle Rainey Sunshine Kirby BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Sarah Horton Advertising Manager Mary Sample Aas't Adv. Manager Ruth McLeod Ass't Adv. Manager .... Lsabelle Pollock 4sa't Adv. Manager Grace Pollock Ass't Adv Manager Claudia Foy .4ss’t Adv. Manager Annie Zue Mae Ass't Adv. Manager ... Margaret Ward FAITH [an left hi.s field.s ,and started homeward. Although the old and penetrating, and the last fiery gleams of tlie sun were fast vanishing from the darken ing sky, P^very Man walked slowly with his head bowed down as if he were in deep thought. Faith, an old man, pale and thin, who was alway.s clad in threadbare garments, chanced to meet Every Man. Every Man glanced up to see who was passing by. Faith looked eagerly into Every Man’s face and asked, “Pray, Every Man, what is troubling you.^ Perhaps I can help “Nay, you can not help me, good sir.” 'I'hen, after a moment’s hesita tion, “Who are you?” “My name is Faith,” replied the old man, “and daily I give hope and joy to those who are worried and distressed.” “Truly, I should like to have hope and Joy,” said Every Man bitterb “but no one can give them to nn Yesterday Deatli came and snatched Had Willii Sarah Jetton Mary Frai LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY Lend me, a little while, the key Tliat locks your heavy heart, and I’ll give you back— Rarer than books and ribbons and beads bright to see, This little key of Dreams out of my pack. THE GREEKS HAD A WORD FOR HIM Of all sad speeches of maids or len the saddest are those about na tional heroes. How often do lively children and hopeful audiences have li.sten to time-worn adulations or abasements concerning such men as Abe I.ineoln, George Washington, and Ben Franklin. Surely if Dante writing today he would gi' such speakers a place with the ii famous Betram de Born in the low- st depths of hell. But to go from the proverbial ridiculous to the sublime there have been within my memory two unfor gettable adresses about George Washington. Both were given by two Greeks during an Episcopal Church service that commemorated first president. The most enjoyable of the two the birth day of the United States’ was that one given by a Greek priest who spoke, as for I kne tive language perfectly. Well do I remember the fluency with which lu spoke but well do I not remembe iend mid with lid bee i Gre OPPORTUNITY AND EASTER ul, we would re talk together of the da work. We would joke a little and lid tell about our families. Per iiaps we would talk of serious thing; nd has gone, and I am lef alone—alone until Death shall com and snatch me I know not where. What hope and joy can I have?” “In truth, sir,” said Faith sym- ))athetically, “you are in trouble. Yet joy. I.ook, Every Man, yonder in even to you I can bring hope and the eastern sky, see the evening .star and the pale half moon. And look overluad. Other stars are faintly visible. Soon the cold black sky will be resplendent with myriads of shin ing, frosty stars.” “Aye, I see,” said Every Man. “And indeed they are beautiful. But would that Friend were here with me to gaze at them.” “Ah,” said Faith, “then you know not what the stars are! F’.very Man, they are the souls of all good men who have left the earth! See how they brighten the dark sky and gleam down on us! Toniglit Friend is in that glorious host, and he sings for joy with the other stars. He looks down on earth, and sees i watches you. .May you live as if he were here! Friend also beckon; u. May you some day join that irry host I” GOSSIP At the bottom of a flight of steps ere was a teak-wood table where fo handsomely dressed women drank their tea. Looking down on the floor, thev saw a dwarf, two feet tall and as blue as Truth was ever I 1 These poems were selected from a number of c rnitted for a Student Anthology, which will be on in Chicago. They are the work of one senior, i ‘ and one freshman. antributions to be sub display at the World wo juniors, one sopho- TO THE DRESSMAKER Deck me not in diamonds, ;atin with fine seams. Clothe me in reflections— And dreams. Adelaide Silversteen. MONEY Warm, moist pennies— In little hands elutclied tight And given at the store For marbles or a kite. Powdered, sweetish dimes Resting on a puff Within a lady’s purse And stuck into her cuff. Dirty, blackened quarters l’arned by working men— •Men who" toil the hours In smoke and dirt and din. 1 be my dreams. > are sunbeams 1 my dreams as it seems tomorrow dreams ) sorrow'. -Kathleen .-Idklns. Wasbingti him but I earnestly prayed that hi.s shade might tell him that what was good enough for Xenephan, Themis- tocles and Miltiades was evidently good enough for him. The second discour.se was given in language. Thought I, now I shall learn about that fabled cherry truthful little boys who turn into Presidents. But, again from tlie absurd to the exalted, tliat speaker, commanding Englisli ifully as the priest had used re language, gave me a feel ing for Cieorge W'ashington that no itlier speaker could have given. With utmost sincerity he told frankl; Dusty, w In a'misi Hidden i: e thousands of n nds of people les to the Sun- !)me come from curiosity, but the majority came to obtain a renewal of spiritual fellow ship that nothing else can quite pro duce. The sorrow of death seems to be absorbed in the inexplicable close ness that one feels with the resur rected sjiirits. Nothing can really takt- the place of the service. We are here. Tlie wonderful op portunity to attend the service liter ally is pulling on our .skirts. We pu.sh it aside and postpone attending the service for a year. So often, in just one year we are miles from the s ice and we realize then just how much we have sacrificed by prc tinating. A service that has lived and grown for over two hundred y a service to which people have and by which they have ben helped is not a thing that can be disregard ed by our quick-to-judgt mature young m' t-ely. letly what George Washington nuant to him and the boys and girls of his country upon whom many of us Americans gaze with contempt. Neither stress ing the general’s faults nor his vir- tui s be told how the Greek children are taught the life of Washington. To them he is the symbol of Amer ica; to them he is positive not nega tive. They do not attempt to find the oming tliinp nni-. instead they re 1 him and admire h lents for they know i i he 1 hai ere the good i aceomplish- Another step he took, where he faded quite completely to a wliitenes >lored. “What do ’ asked th( ’ softly an- “And than tomorrow Easter? Cat L‘ indefinite e stay this 5 Ben son, to be handled with care lest m} complexion should fade.” “Dear me!” exclaimed the Lady ir Black. “What a precarious predica ment! While I doubt the safety of your climbing the stairs, if you stay ed with us, your complexion might fade so that you would blame it. Suppose you climb the steps, and be quiet about it.” Gingerly Benson pi; feet on the first stej) and whi.sked out a pocket mirror to look true blue complexion. “No harm in that,” he s himself. Up another step he ]>rogressed fearlessly, where he detected a pallor creeping into his cheeks. “Quite becoming,” he said happily, as he looked in the mirror. “It seems to me that I have been much to( dteply blue, too subtle to be under stood by the average person. If thi: is the only change these steps maki in my appearance, I need not con cern myself with looking in the mir 1 harmles Benso •n dollars 's horde, a gummy 1 SYMPHONY 'he leader lifts his thin baton The house is quiet as the dawn Then with a flow of j)erfeet sound ’cellos with their tones pro- Softly, quietly as a dream With clarity pronounce the theme. Violins wail the plaintive tunc The brass and woodwinds gently 'rrumjiets blaze with raging zest— Bas.ses growl their deep protest- 'I'ogether blended, clear and brigh The sounds float through the lonely REFLECTIONS IN SILVER For what is poetry but a silver spoon, Out of whose shiny depths A tribe of crude and thirsty men May drink a few clear drops of crystal thought? Drops of sweet wine, bubbling, sparkling with the Laughing’with the ecstasy of love. Sjilashing all the color from abo' a silver spoon. ight. - Kirh,/. it with a taste of y tribe, of worldv May always find Cool drops. To quench their tl (trength to start oiil mrtlandt Pre.'ifon. ,n the day of order.s—thi we look into the futun little uncertainly anc felt the changes, but cheerfully took another step. A tinge of ■rept into his face, and as higher and liglier he climbed, he turned brown. Though a brown dwarf is an ugly light, he is an interesting curiosity vhen lie begins to grow. As soon as l5enson turned brown, he began to fhoot up in the most amazing man- u r, bursting the buttons off his blue suit and ripping the seams until his outer garments fell on the staircase, and be stood scandalously clad in his red flannel underwear. Such a woe ful change to befall a once innocent little dwarf! By this time he was four feet tall, and still growing and turning darker at every stej). When he reached the top of the flight of stairs, a mirror reflected to him the image of a tall, thir be I?” at the sight He knew self, led Ber the 1 for imp, a “Can thi astonished showed hiu the Kps of the imp moved when Benson spoke. I.ooking far down th flight of steps to th( teak-wood table, he shouted, “Di you know me, ladies?” “Indeed, no!” said the Lady ii Green empatieally. “We never sa\ such a creature before.” To the ar exciting tlia day when perhaps a vaguely but always witli a certain sense of anticipation even if it is a little unpleasant, a little fearful. The day starts out in every respect like a commonplace day. Suddenly daddy comes home to lunch with seme very important looking papers. that he has received order.s—orders lil on the U. S. A. T. Cainbrai Jovember 17 for station with the Hawaiian Dipartment. That is the things happen in the army— suddenly, like a bomb dropped in our :t. But then that is the way are accustomed to living—net knowing from one day to the next what is going to happen. The rest tf the day is filled with gre, nent. We must tell all of our friends ind make plans for our last day; with them. People phone in con gratulations if we have obtained ; good station and regrets that we art leaving. Mother and daddy begin t( eall friends who have had the station before to get all jiossib tion as to the duty, quarters, schools, servants, et cetera. Then we joy fully remember that we already hav( friends there. By night our exeite- mnt has reached a high pitch. PlariM are under way for farewell parties Our eniotion,s are mixed. There if joy and there is sorrow. There i^ «oi-rew at leaving the place whieli has b cn home for perhaps a year. There are plans already of seein.s onr friends arain “When we pasf through San Francisco.” There i.‘ iinboundid joy and curiosity in an ticipation of the place which will h" home for another year. Alread\ we are beginning to pack. Does ii seem strange that we slioidd be sor ry and yet and eager to leave? Does Kaster At Salem The Easter Services will really igin on Palm Sunday April 9 with e confirmation service in the morn- g and tlie reading together of tlie Acts of Sunday in the evening. The ding from a harmony of the gos pels will take place throughout the ,-eek. The climax of the Easter erviees comes at .5:00 o’clock Sun- ay morning. Those girls who are eturning on Saturday for the early erviee should be on the campus at 0:00 o’clock P. M. at which hour all the entrances are closed. A breakfast w'ill be served at i:iO ick Sunday morning twenty min utes before the services begins, in the dining room. Those girls arriv ing Sunday morning must receive in ndvanee admittance cards from Miss These cards should be presented at the Archwa; until approximately se’ Just one more war It’s cold at five o’clock^ rand i rather rely responsible eady to ltd with tin- pass on to what e It is because we a spirit of adventure, because we have learned the great lesson ef the army —to face w'hatever may come. Ant. thus we meet order day—a day o! days in the army. Pt rhaps it is ever greater than the actual day of de parture or arrival because anticipa tion holds so much that realty doe.
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