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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Friday, March 9, 1934. Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association J’ublished Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy KDITORIAL STAFF or-in~Chief Susan Calder Associate Editors— Mary Penn Gertrude Schwalbe Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston Mary Ollie Biles Kathleen Adkins Martha Binder Elizabeth Jerome Klizabeth Gray Mary E. Reeves Special Rejiorters— Virginia Garner Cora Emmaline Henderson Sunshine Kirby Eugenia McNew Elizabeth Torrence Jean Patterson Martha Moore Sara Ingram BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Isabel Pollock Advertising Manager...Jane Williams Exchange Manager .. Ruth McConnell Susan Rawlings Margaret Ward Dorothy Courtney Ruth Dlckieson Agnes Brown Ann Taylor Circulation Managev.JiAnxtha. Schlegel Aitt .Clr. Mgr Florence Ledbetter FOR NEXT YEAR Every four years our country vc for a president and campaigns carried on in nearly every little and big town. Clubs of all kinds are formed and certain men are boosted by their parties. We ourselves ari full of enthusiasm over our party’ man. When someone asks us to what party we belong, we proudly r one or the other. We follow leaders. There are some people whom we all can and do truly admire. These are the non-partisan voters. They vote for the man, not the party, These people realize the full value of having the best man to lead. They do hot struggle to get a large follow- nig to elect the man of their party, but they consider the welfare of the people as a whole and choose the best man in the United States. They i being fair with themselves as well with others. They would rather i the betterment of an entire nation than see the placing in office of a weakling to follow where his party Soon here at school we will be facing elections. Presidents and other ' portant officials must bc chosen. The smoothness and strength with which student activities will be carried next year depends on the kinds of leaders selected now. There .sciiool numerous groups from which some girl will probably be nominated for an important office. If there is someone else who is not quite such intimate friend, but who is more ( pable, why not vote on her? After all, it is our own good time we may be hurting, so lets be non-partisan and put in our vote for the best PERSONALITY PLUS Miss Anna Preston will be in Ashe ville, Gastonif^, CharJ^ott^ Concord and perhaps in a few other cities next week attending alumnae meetings. We ar! always interested in the alumnae meetings she holds in different sections of the country during the year and her follow-up meetings later in t summer. During the year she lalks particularly to high schools. She started these alumnae trips in October 1932, and has gone from Miami to New York, West Virginia and Ten nessee, stopping at points between her main sections. She might well be called “Pei ality Plus,” because she is oni Salem’s most beloved and attractive personalities on or off the campus. In Wilmington last week the Alum ni branch voted to send flowers to Miss Florence LeGrand, an Alumna who has spent twenty-five years in the Old Ladies Home. Miss Preston asked her if she should like to see a movie. Miss LeGrand said, “Yes, be cause I haven’t seen them.” Miss Preston found out later that she did not mean she had not seen the latest shows, but that she had not seen a movie since she came to school at Salem. The woman was impressed by the movies and appreciated the thoughtfulness of the Wilmington girls. Curiously enough, Miss Preston calls her means of locomotion “to and fro”—“Solomon”. A wise name think, for such a capable little And, although there is a hunk out of the back fender, a hole in the windshield that looks like a bullet hole, a candle crack on the windshield, six parallel splits in the side windoi the front bumper’s cracked in tw and the motor has fallen out two ( three times, she actually gets there. Believe me, we’re for you, Anna' SALEM PLAY HOUSE EYES Our eyes are peep-holes to our sou Windows to our minds. Like tlie key unlocking the door of great wondrous room—or A story told without a word. Some tell of a heart like the delicate sweetness of a fresh spring bud Some sad as the strained efforts of a dying bird or Snappy like the hateful prong on ! steel trap or Dull, sick with a tired cramped soul Or narrowed from bitterness of t dissappointing world. But better, the quick bright eye of the open mind eagerly grasping life. Mary Ollie Biles EDITORS Editors this week are Elizabeith Gray and Mary Elizabeth Reeves. They have taken complete charge of the paper. LIMELIT The limelight would have here and yon to gather nei everybody last week-end, ’( least a third of the school deserted us, and those remaining here behaved quite nicely—too nicely to help me at any—Can’t say that about those ho went plactJs, however, JRachel Carroll, f'instance, attacked a poor, defenseless, sleeping man, with a piece of candy, on the train, too. How he must have suffered. They say he jumped six feet when he opened his eyes and saw Rachel there, poised, weapon in hand, ready to spring. It turned out that they both sprang ‘ opposite directions, and the car w an uproar. Nice fashion show we had Saturday night—Gave Mr. McEwen a chance to make up for not gettin’ to be in the coronation ceremony last Satur day night—And while we’re on ' subject of the fashion show, allow to answer a most peculiar question that has been pelting me right and left since Saturday night—There was no significance in the playing of “Pud- din’ Head Jones” when a certain per son walked out on the stage. ‘Twas purely accidental—believe it or not. She would like to know how Mar garet Sears rates dates in Miss Law rence’s private parlor—why Garrett didn’t go to the fashion show and why she risked L. C. with Goodman Sunday afternoon (better watch that, Garrett)—what c|h|a racter from Shakespeare was Beverly Moore sup posed to represent Saturday night— why M. Ward didn’t wanna tell her secret Sunday night—who Baxter Moore’s girl is—why and how Martha Neal sprained her ankle Sunday night —how Lib Rankin, Agnes Bro^, Beth Norman, four boys and the bag gage got back from Davidson in one car without excess baggage — how Jane Brazelton can capture three pic tures of Fred Baimson and a special from Huber Hanes all in one day—? Can any body answer those—?—The limeliglit gives up—!! MRS. REYNOLDS HONORED Mrs. W. N. Reynolds, donor of the Louisa Wilson Bitting Building, has recently been appointed vice-chairman of the national committee oh Consti tution Hall for the national society. Daughters of the American Revolu tion. Salem girls, all of whom are particular friends of Mrs. Reynolds’ wil be greatly interested in this ap pointment. CROUSE-WALKER Saturday before last at the Home oravian Church, Miss Margaret Elizabeth Crouse was married to Mr. Gayland Walker. Mrs. Walker was graduated from Salem and later took work at Columbia University. Only intimate friends attended the wedding. Mrs. Walker’s only attendent was her r Mrs. T. C. Guerrant, Jr., who a member of last year’s graduat ing class. THIS WEEK THE SENIORS SPEAK OF A KING FOR SPRING Seniors: “Who’s gonna win—win? Who’s gonna win—win? Who’s gonna win—win, now?” Underclassmen: What do you mean by all that “win—win, now” stuff? M. Sample: We mean who’s going to be the Senior King of the Week. That “now” shows we’re not getting into anything of a permanent na ture. This is just to be a contest— by the week. A. Shufford: By this scientific meth od of selecting the best-all-round beau of the past week, we "will no doubt lure into the contest and al so into Louisa Bitting bigger and better contestants. Smart, huh? Zina V.: Bigger and better—and of ’em! Underclassmen (astounded at the strategy of their elders) : What you going to do? Vote on ’em? A. Stough (presiding with difficulty over exciting meeting): Yes. But first each senior can bring up the name of her favorite man-of-|the week. Then with a little tearing of hair and gnashing of flashing teeth, we’ll decide on the one with the most sterling qualities—those his pocket counting doubly in his Gr. R. Huntington (being diplomat ic) : And after we’ve chosen our King, you can choose yours. Next week the Juniors can discuss the idols of their hearts, then the toughy sophomores can talk over the eligible yeggmen and gangsters among their acquaintances, and fin ally the bewitching blond babies of the college can choose for them selves a dainty little prince. From these four classes of heroes, Salem may be able to select her one and only “Gibraltar of Masculinity” (to use the language of the Sea-Hag). Underclassmen: And we’ll all gather round him in a circle and crown him with daisies. We’ll let him fly to the east, and fly to the west and fly to the one that he loves best.” Seniors, disgustingly confident of their power over Gibraltars of Mas culinity: We’ll soon see toward which class his young fancy turns! Und. Cl. (with their thumbs down): “ ” (I can’t spell razzberries IS then rendered.) Zina V. (haughtily) : We haven’t elect ed him yet. Let’s get on with the voting. Seniors: Underclassmen, please retire until next week. As underclassmen march off stage tiie Seniors chant: “Out goes the bad air—In comes the good! Voices off stage: Thssputffffssurbf (you can’t say I didn’t try.) End of Act I Act II. Seniors have finally gotten down the business of the day. Zina V.: May I suggest for the King of Spring, Mr. Winfield Blackwell of WinstonSalem and U. N. C. A. Stough: Any objections to Blackwells name? Zin’a (hurriedly): He’s tall and black headed and shiney eyed—a regular “Polish lover” type. All: Blackwell nominated unanimous- EDUCATIONAL TEA “Won’t you walk into my parlor?” Said the spider to her flie(s), “Tis the prettiest little parlor That ever you did spy!” (Note: It was really Dr. Willoughby talking to her Education 26 class. Time: One February afternoon dur ing class period, from 3-4. Place: Dr. Willoughby’s study.’ And the flies walked in ... . “Now make yourselves at home^ girls. But don’t think we aren’t go to have a lesson. I’m sure we drink tea and recite at the same I. Miss Lasater, will you please pass the plates .... don’t spill the tea either . . . and give the principal parts of the verb drink. ■ M^iss Lasater (stumbling |fi|round with the aforementioned plates, strug gling not to spill the tea and to listen to Miss Calder who was telling her what to say): “Drink, drank, drunk .... and I’m just before drinking my tea if I evej- get any.” “Oh, Dr. Willoughby, that reminds me of somefthing,” cries Miss Holloman gayly. “Somebody must have been drunk oir something. Did you read about yourself in the Salemite the other week? You mistook George Washington for Agamemnon. Ho! Ho! That was funny.” “No levity, please. Miss Holloman. Remember this is a class as well as a tea party . . . Miss Calder, can you give five rules for teaching mischiev ous boys to spell correctly? Ah, her mouth is full. She’s excused from speaking this time . . . Well, Miss Binder, what have you to say on the subject?” ‘‘Uh-um-uh-I had to work so hard my short story for English 7 that I didn’t get around to English Meth- ’; last night.” ‘Um”—deep frown i^nd piercing look from Dr. P. V. W.’s eagle eye. ‘Goodness, she must be writing a masterpiece,” murmurs Miss Hollo- nan, “What’s your story about?” “It is good!” retorts Miss Binder ‘My hero is named Gerald and he’ very slangy individual. I have him a situation, however, and can’t get n out. What must I do . . it’s this way . . .” ‘Girls, girls, where are your rs? This is an Education c , not a short story class! Miss Lasa ter, how would you spell ‘all right’ Miss Lasater, struggling again; I 1 right!” “Go to the foot of the class! That’ all wrong. Remember now, when you l_r i g h t , you’ SALEM ACADEMY ENTERTAINS AT TEA The faculty and students of Salem Academy entertained their town pa trons and friends Tuesday afternoon February 27, from 4 to 6 o’clock. Thf living room was attractively decorated with cut flowers carrying out the purple and gold color scheme. The guests were received by Mrs. Howard Rondthaler, Miss Mary Weaver, Miss Elizabeth Zachary and Miss Charlotte Jackson and the fol lowing student representatives: Miss Kathleen Madden, Knoxville, Tenne- esee; Miss Margaret Wood, Canton Georgia; Miss Dorothy Everett, Bre vard; Miss Ruth Greene Asheville; Miss Mary Elizabeth Walston, Win ston-Salem; Miss Josephine Grlbbin, Winston-Salem. Other members of the faculty whc assisted in receiving were. Miss Mar garet Murray, Miss Jess Byrd, Miss Dorothy Knox, Miss Laura Summre, Miss Georgia Watson, Miss Haze) Wheeler, Miss Virginia Wilson and Miss Elizabeth Gillespie. The tea table was presided ovei by Miss Helen Vogler and Miss Fan nie Stokely, Newport, Tennessee president of the Senior Class. MISS CASH GOES TO RALEIGH Last Saturday Miss Mary Frances Cash, who is treasurer of the N. C. chapter of the American Guild of Organists, attended a meeting of this guild in Raleigh. She was accompan ied by Miss Helen Fuller. THE NEWSPAPER HABIT Anne McK.: I’d like to mention Mr. John Allen, also of Winston-Salem. Alice Stough: Qualifications? Anne McK.: Drives automobile nice ly—especially to Raleigh and Dur ham and back. Alice S.: Do I hear a second to Mr. J. Allen, promising young driver of automobiles ? K. Lassiter: I second. F. Hill: Mr. Chamberlain would be nice one to put under the daisies, I think. All: Candidate number three, Mr. Chamberlain. B. Welburn: Mr. Duncan’s my man. Lassiter: May I raise a “Tiny” >ice in behalf of Mr. Bahnson? A. Stough: A second for Mr. Tiny Bahnson? A. McK. (turn about’s fair play, I guess): I second Mr. B.’s nomina- M. Sample: What about my boy Hut chinson? His head would look swell under a crown. . Shuford: Now, I’ There sidered—I’ ALL WRONG. Write“ theword rectly fifty times and hand it tc tomorrow.” “All right,” sighs Miss Lasater. “Miss Adkins, do have another chair. I want you all to be comfor table, but don’t go to sleep there in the sun. Spell accommodate, “a" c—a c—a c c o—a c c accomodat e!” “Well, at last! I’d begun to tliink we would be here all afternoon . . Miss Binder, can you spelll separate? “S e p—s e p—s e p A r a t e: Never forget your PAR and your MAR in sePARate and gramMAR and you can teach English!” “Nice child!. Give her the extra tert please. Miss Lasater. If Misf Kapp were here, however, there would- nt be an extra one. Now who wil' have another cup of ' . . . Silence . . . for^a7’’ “I’ll take some,” giggles Miss Cal der. “I just love tea.” “Ah, another Englishwoman, Misi Calder, I’ll give you an A on genera' prmeiples . By the way, spell thf two prmeiples and distSiguish be^ “Uh-i i-er-Ouch, I burned my tongue . this tea is too hot-and' oh, there’s the bell! We had a loveh time. Dr. Willoughby . . . yoi i-rt sometime. Good bye.’ many boys to be con- sure the boy I name will be elected—just look how easily Mr. Campbell was elected at the Sophomore Ball. Didn’t I start him on the up grade? Let me see I’ll have to be careful, I believe I’ll say Mr. Bagget. You know mm don’t you ,girls? Girls: O. K., Annie. But don’t change your mind on us like you did on the Curlee-Campbell affair. Ruth McL.: Can you suggest people from a t of town? Seniors: Sure—distance lends enchant- Ruth: Well, last weekend I dragged a nigger out of the wood pile—. sniors laughing and laughing’ cause they know he’s a white boy all the time, and a cute one, too. Down he goes, all unsuspecting, for King of Spring. If he wins, he may be found scalping Indians somewhere halfway between Maxton and Lum- berton. All (Struck with a single thought); What about Herbert? Suzie’s too shy to say anything. Alice S.: Let’s nominate him for his constant support of the Senior Class. Miriam S.: And Windy—I take it foi granite (people used to “take things for granted”, but we Salemites are more concrete so we take them for granite) you’ve got his name down. Izzie Pollock (solemnly): There’ man up at V. P. I.— Beth Norman: No doubt, Isabel— Now which shall I take? My Sat- Do you have the newspaper habit? Is tliere something lacking to you in a day if you fail to read—or at least glance over its headlines—the front page of the morning paper? Did you feel cut off from the rest of the world when no papers came out Mon day morning? Or were you merely concerned with the slippery condition of the walk that leads to Main Hall? History — great history, different from any our nation has ever known— has been made in the last year or two, is being made every minute. Do you know anything of it, with the excep tion of a capital lettered Depression that cut down unmercifully your al lowance and a vague notion of NRA and SWA and a few more signifi cant letters strung together? I am that almighty of almighty, a college sophomore. I thought I knew —^well, any freshman can tell you what we sophomores think we know. But my family certainly embarrassed me when I was home last week-end. Daddy remarked that it seemed ter rible about all those army pilots. I said, quite superiorly, “Oh, you mean the ones who are flying the mail now?” (Hadn’t Doctor Rondthaler told us all about that a week ago in chapel?) Mother’s comment shook me out of y complacency. “It seems to be a wholesale slaughter.” And then I made an awful blunder. I said, “Who’s killing them?” Daddy looked at me queerly for a moment and then laughed. “The Chinese,” he said. “Just killing them off right and left.” I blushed and vowed then to start ;ading the papers. After all, thirty years from now I’ll probably want to tell my children about this period I’ve lived through, the Depression that I’ve actually experienced. And to-morrow I may be in contact with someone who wants to discuss, not the Kings of England nor why Milton wrote his “Paradise Lost”, but the news of today, current history. We may say that older people are ’way be hind the times, but at least they now vvhat is going on. And most ’ us who are in College don’t! Why not try reading the paper ev ery day and finding out about things that are happening every minute? Why shouldn’t we be from the World instead of just one place in it? Why get the newspaper habit? It’s urday, or Sunday, or Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday man? To avoid outside conflicts, I believe I’ll say Mr. Campbell, (dramatically) Once a King, always a King! Alice S.: Time’s up. From this list of names from which we may or may not be able to peacefully choose our king. If we do, we’ll announce his name in the next issue. At that time the cow-eyed and curly-haired Juniors will discuss the objects of their lovesickness. Seniors: Make your dates carefully this week. Juniors. If they’re go ing to be published, they’ve gotta be good!!! Author’s note: (If any fault is founc with this method of filling space, the victims must remember that one runs out of fantasies after a while and get down to realities.) f
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