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THE SALEMITE
Friday, September 24, 1937.
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OPEN
DOORS
At the beginning of the year “Standing at the Portals”
has a different meaning for each class. To the Freshmen it
calls forth the image of visits to strange places where new peo
ple ask you in to see curios and to hear unfamiliar stories. The
upper-cla.ssmen visualize a home-coming when you meet old
friends, talk over “good ol’ days” and find again beloved walls
and places. The Seniors feel the sadness of a last visit. Our
classes are standing outside while the faculty and school are
within, ready to receive us.
During this year we shall be inside the doors. Shall we
work or play? The choice is ours. May the portals we have
entered lead us to greater doors of opportunity. Our “Stand
ing at the Portals” at the end of the year should not mean
farewells and closed doors but the crossing of larger thresholds
which have been our goals .throughout the year.
—F. J.
SALEM —
OUR UTOPIA
We who wish, as did Ulysses, “to follow knowledge like
a sinking star” have found our mecca, the goal of our pilgrim
age, at Salem. Living from day to day our simple life it is
sometimes hard to realize what valuable years we are spend
ing here.
We are girls, who, 'if it were necessary w'ould be con
sidered as adults and we would be earning our bread among
adults in the rushing world. Instead, we are girls who are
forming adult minds, and w^ho have the responsibilities of chil
dren. Who are living indeed a life apart — reading, thinking
and becoming finer people.
We do not worry about earning money for next week’s
food, w^e do not worry about the rent for next month — these
are all provided for us so that we can study the great poets,
master Greek, Italian or French, study Plato, Aristotle and Soc
rates. The environment is perfect here at Salem, among these
ivyed walls and colonial buildings, to learn what men have
thought and studied and left to inspire us to think. The at
mosphere is perfect for us to absorb much, as much as we can
of the great arts of the past and perhaps for one or two who
have that celestial “fever at the core” to burst into flames
because of these sheltered years spent in study and contem
plation.
Truly, we have found our first Utopia. We have all dreamed
of living someday in the perfect community, the perfect en
vironment of James Hilton’s Shangri-la of Colerid^s Pan-
tisocracy on the banks of the Susquehanna. We should cease
dreaming and delight in our*Salem!
—A. II.
ON MAKING NO
HEADWAY
If I’ve got to have a hat, I guess
I had better find one now and get it
over with. Let’s see what this hat
shoi)i)6 has — yes, I want something
kinda green and kinda cute, but not
too extreme. Well, you know what
I mean — oh, you don’t? Well,
dearie. I’ll try them all on and hope
for the best — yes, I know this one’s
very smart because it’s black and
has a nice long wicked veil, but I
believe I wanted something green —
of course, everybody’s wearing
black! How well I know that cause
I saw my Salem sisters going to
church Sunday decked out in their
very finest frills and practically all
of them had on darling hats with
veiLs. And the best looking suits
and dresses I’ve ever seen — That’s
a darling hat, but I can’t get used
to high crowns with birds and beasts
resting on top of them, even if. they
are straight from Paris, or Africa,
or wherever they’re from. Besides,
it’s dark blue, and if I remember
correctly, I wanted a green hat —
No, I don’t need any berets today,
thank you. My sister has one oF
every color so I manage to keep my
head covered when I wear sport
dresses. What I want is — Oh, you
found a green hat! Lovely, isn’t it,
but it hangs down to my ears and I
just don’t believe it’s my style.
Brown is a very nice color, but you
have no idea how I love green, es
pecially green hats —Yes, I can
easily see that this is a Scotch cap
with streamers, but if you’ll look
closely, you’ll see that it is merely
resting on top of my head and looks
more like a plaid peanut than a hat.
So you think I’d look cute in a
Shirley Temple bonnet! Well, let me
tell you — You mean you actually
found a green hat and only looked
in 10 drawers? Remarkable! .You
found one all right, but since it’s
only $19.50, I’ll take one in all col
ors and two for the cook, golly, don’t
take me seriously! I think the weath
er is getting on my nerves. Sup
pose I come back next year and in
the meantime you — You say you’ll
be on the lookout for a rust hat for
me? Well, lady, I’ll rust or bust or
do something before I’ll be caught
in this hat shoppe again!
Good-day!
On Thursday night, September 23,
at 6:30, the Woman’s Auxiliary of
the Home Moravian Church sponsor
ed a Bar-B-Q. This is an annual
event to which everyone is invited.
Air CAN COM
My books lie on the sofa
And I lie on the floor:
I wish that I might loaf a
Little minute more.
My thoughts refuse to mingle, and
I’m murdered by fatigue,
So I think I’ll go to England
And join the Primrose League.
Elinor Wylie, “Critiu Coeur.”
LITTLE ELEGY
Without you
No rose can grow;
No leaf be gfeen
If never seen
Your sweetest face;
No bird have grace
Or power to sing;
Or anything
Be kind, or fair,
And you nowhere.
Elinor Wylie.
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outca-st state,
And trouble deaf heaven w'ith my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate.
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, — and then my state.
Like to be back at break of day arising
Prom sullen earth, sings hyms at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That these I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare.
A college student is like a gero-
sene lamp: He is not very bright,
smokes, usually gets trimmed, and
often goes out at night.
CAMPUS
COURTESY
Emily Post seems to have covered rather completely the
subject of social courtesies, of what to do and what not to do
when you are out with your best beau; and never would I
even attempt to add anything to what she has said. However,
Salem has a kind of etiquette book too, an unwritten one, of
course, which every Salem girl understands, and — it is to be
hoped —■ follows!
Just as Emily Post says, the most thoughtful thing to
do is the best thing to do, and the things which bother other
people are the things which are bad manners. There are a
number of things that you probably would not find in an
Emily Post handbook, but which are nevertheless considered
at Salem a part of every girl’s etiquette, for instance, con
sideration of others in the library. That means no giggling,
no whispering, no talking when other people are trying to
study. This also applys to the classroom. You owe a certain
amount of courtesy to your teacher, after all.
Then there is the room-mate problem. It’s pretty hard,
maybe, for two perfect str’angers who have never seen each
other before in their lives suddenly to be plumped down to
gether in one little room and expected to live with each other
for nine whole months without any squabbles at all. But a
person can be a good sport about things — even room-mates.
That’s Salem courtesy.
There is also the question of attending class and club
meetings. Sure, you have a lot of things to do just when you
are supposed to be in Room 17 at 1:30. That’s to be expected.
But most of these things can wait, for it’s awfully disconcerting
to a class president to try to put over some important business
when no one is at the meeting.
This could go on forever, but you know all these things,
just as you knew the ones mentioned above. So come on, un
pack that campus courtesy of yours and show' Emily Post that
she ain’t got nothing on you!
—H. M.
WHERE AND WHEN
To me the most fun about coming
back to school is the getting-together
and talking about what we did this
summer, and in my usual wander
ings in and out of everyone’s room
the first night of school, I heard a lot
of jabbering and shouting about who
went where, when and everything
they saw. It seems as if the beaches
were very popular places, for Dot
Hutaff and Martha MacNair stayed
at Morehead except for a few weeks
when Dot went to Canada with Co
coa Henderson, and Martha went to
New York. And Blevins Vogler and
Lizzie Trotman say there is absolute
ly no place like Europe to spend the
summer. (I’m not arguing). Caro
line Pfohl also wandered far away
from home to Maine Coast, while
Myrtle Beach seems to have been a
drawing card for a good many. Bet
ty Bahnson, Mary Kerr Culbreth,
Frances Kale, Kate Pratt, Peggy
Brawley, Mary Charlotte Nelme, Dot
Wyatt and Betty Bahnson, and a
lot of .others that I haven’t heard
about yet, Edith McLean and Emma
Brown Granaham went to Montreat
and report a grand time, and there
was a regular Salem get-together in
New Bern one day when Virginia
Lee, Ada Suggs Harvey, Sarah
Pinkston, Martha MacNair, Dot
Wyatt, Mary Thomas, Kate Pratt
and Mary Turner Willis appeared on
the scene.
Peggy Rogers went to Washing
ton (and also several other places,
I heard), while Janice Raney went
to Junaluska and almost all points
in North Carolina. Sarah Pinkston,
Worthy Spence, Mary Grier and
Prances Turnage also took in Juna
luska.
Peggy Bowen thinks Florida is
really as grand as McCarty says,
after she came back from there.
And summer school as usual attract
ed a lot of people. I overheard Vir
ginia Bruce Davis saying Duke was
not half-bad. That’s all I over
heard that time for the lights blink
ed and that was one night I was
glad to get in bed.