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Friday, May 10, 1940. THt SALEMITyr. Page Three. Personalities On The Campus — AND THIS IS ALL. Atthough there are personalities around every corner and tinder every Salem tree we feel that vve had better leave them as they are — undisturbed, at least as far as this column is concerned. Better to perish w^illfully than by the cruel stroke of ‘ ‘ the little reader who wasn’t there! ’ ’ —^Editor’s Note. I DARE SAY That credit for the bon mot of the week should go to Mr. John Mason Brown. However credit for which one I would hardly dare say. I still wake up to find myself laughing in the middle of the night or class at one of his numerous witticisms. That that is a very cute picture of some of the lads and lassies (taken at the May Day Dance) which appears in this'week’s “Thurs day,” howsomever, it must have been a shock to the “mill girls” to see two boys decked out in full regalia and two in plain slack suits. That those of you ,who didn’t go riding last Sunday and see the sign stretched across the walk on First Street missed a treat. In foot high letters it went something like this; Come Visit Our Little Love Nest JUST MARRIED and W«’re So-o-o Happy Mr. and Mrs. Odell Sapp. Mrs. Sapp attended Salem and her sister Janice Raney graduated from here last year. Evidently either she or her husband have friends who might be called practical jokers. That congratulations are in order for our May Court and the pag- eanteers for braving the cold and for putting on a warming show. Concerning the court, as ugly ones are apt to say that that was one time they had to suffer for .being beautiful. That we haven’t heard Dr. Rondthaler mention them yet, but that our aesthetic sensibilities are sufficiently well-developed after several years at Salem to comment on the beauty of the tulips at Selected Dairies. They are a sight which you can well feast your eyes upon even if your diet or pocketbook won’t permit indulgence in a milk shake. That one of the most popular spots on the campus now is the swimming pool. Incidentally it’s much the best place to get a sun-tan. There’s something about the glare and the water wliich really makes ole Sol do his stuff. REVELATION ROCKS AND ROSES Alias Has-Been Beaux and Arrows Alias “He Who Lives in a Glass House . . SENIOR “Two big packages from Davis’ for Eve Tomlinson,” and we all rushed in to see what had arrived. And did we look on in delight and terrific amazement as Eve pulled out precious pieces of a complete layette for a teensy baby! ... We are told that Charlie Wade at last swallow ed his pride enough to come to Louise’s recital, but we’ve heard of no subsequent developments con cerning the Songbird and the Man . . . And speaking of recitals, we’ve nearly decided that it's worth all the agony of majoring in music to collect the lovely gifts that we’ve seen in Helen Savage’s, Creson’s, Ledbetter’s, and Norris’ rooms late ly; and Tuten’s turn to display her collection is to come next week . . . What with both Harris and Harri son on the loose, Norfleet is having some competition for the attention of the Photographer, but so far she’s doing more than well at hold ing her own, thank goodness . . . C. C. is home from Yankee-land, and Mary Jo beams; for the present she declares once more that she IS in love . . . Gracie and Louisa, as the two main folks of May Day, certain ly made last week-end enjoyable for all of us; and we’ll make a bet that Louisa enjoyed it plenty too—she has a brand, spankified new frat pin, you know . . . Libby Winget has been seen in the company of one Jack Alexander, formerly presumed to belong to Louise Jackson. But when Louise loses one man, she sets right out for another; did you notice the snaking on Misery’s blond at the Saturday dance? Tut? And it didn’t take much eavesdropping to hear Misery laughing at the “glam orous ’ ’ freshman who announced that she just can’t get the creature off her mind, she dreams about him at night, and she’s going to marry him Golly days! . . . Henny, we’d like to cast a vote for your man at the dance as one of the very finest; we liked him plenty much . . . Do you suppose that, if we made psy chological inquiries and investiga tions, we could find out why Mar garet Morrison ALWAYS gets the giggles when Gam calls her; She’s right sensible ordinarily, and we’re almost positive that one man can’t be THAT funny EVERY time . . . Poor Ida; or should we say Poor Bill? Our one hope it that Ida is getting through with her illness and ailments now and won’t be in and out of the hospital after Bells Ring . . . That was a nice, sweet, gentle, long-distance phone call in which we heard V. Me. and Doug participat ing one night this week . . . We shuddered a little over the week-end at sight of the returned alumnae; let us wish and wish hard that next year, if we return en masse on any occasion, we won’t affect the senior class with the saddening atmosphere with which we were affected this May at sight of the “relies of the past. ’ ’ JUNIOR The Jrs. are taking best advan tage of these last spring days at Salem—both the missionaries and the Anti-Y girls are going on house- parties . . . Can’t help noticing, though, that the Anti-Y's are pre dominating for once . . . We feel that Patterson got cheated in the figure Saturday nite, bet she was disappointed after she’d crushed conventions to wear her frat pin even on her May Day dress . . . Mil lie caught all eyes in the figure with her handsome Julian . . . Wonder when Katharine’s going to join the hiking club at Salem . . • She should since she can go on such long ones with Agnew . . . Orchids to Gladys for all the work she did at the Wee Blue for May Day, Sarah DOROTHY McLEAN The thing about Dot is her good humor. Of course, that is only one of many good traits, but it is the thing that strikes one first. Then, on proceeding to ask fhe standard interview questions, one finds out that Dot is taking a Home Econom ics course and plans, when Salem puts in a triple major in interior decoration, dramatics, and home eco nomics, to major in those subjects. Dot likes to go to bed late and get up late, which is a contradiction of tlie old adage—she’s very healthy. She enjoys all social gatherings, es pecially after eleven thirty.^ Dot hails from Lenoir, but spends a. large part of her summer in Mon treal. For references to good times, see those who have descended upon the McLean’s in their summer home. If you happen to be one of those few who don’t know Dot, just listen for a pair of very squeky shoes and then look for one who bears a de cided rseemblance to Hedy Lamarr. Dot upholds one of the best mot tos for success, “Don’t Worry.” Linn for her faithful practicing . . . What’s this we hear about Sassy and Winston relighting the flame . . . Rodwell has a new pin—Sigma Chi, it is . . . Those trips to Carolina turned out alright for her . . . We hear the trip to Carolina turned out fine for all . , . We hate to think, though that the girls won’t be with us next year . . . SOPHOMORE Since the Freshmen are now prac tically Sophomores, that accounts in part for the fact that the “young est gals” shine this week. FRESHMAN From this point hence I shall re frain from making any remarks, however naive they may seem to me, because I just never can tell what kind of trouble I’ll find myself in as a result. Therefore I shall here by present a fashion postlude from the May Day dance; and if anyone has any objections, just step outside and we’ll settle it man to man— without the kindly supervision of the faculty . . . White was very much the thing Saturday night with Terrell in an accordion pleated skirt and shirred boice of silk jersey . . . P®ggy Somers in a rhinestone gir dled net . . . Little Yelverton in starched dotted swiss . . . Lib Reid in pique splashed with red gerani ums . . . Aline Slamel in eyelet lace gathered at neck, sleeves, and waist with turquoise ribbon . . . Louise Miller, in a square necked lace . . . Ewing in an off the shoulder net with gold brocaded bodice . . . Bar bara Hawkins in black taffeta and white organdie . . . Then to relieve all the white we saw Carol Barber in yards and yards of Roman stripes with a long sleeved, off the shoulder blouse . . . Ceil Sypher in lime ice organdie with starched white lace bows scattered over the circular skirt . . . Mot Sauvain in dainty blue chiffon . . . Dorothy McAdams in a bolero jacketed blue net . . . Betsy Cooper in an off-the-shoulder navy dotted swiss . . . Eddie Baughn in dusty rose net skirt and vari colored top . . . Mae Knott in a colorful cotton print . . . And oh heck—they’re all hanging in the closet now! freshman Since the Winston-Salem ball club has been going full swing every night at Glenn Miller time, even the gossip has taken on a three-strikes- you’re-out attitude . . . Vogler, I hear—got at least to first base with Aubrey—but that just makes him more desirable, eh Ceil? . . . Accord ing to that philosophy, Rousseau EVE TOMLINSON Black hair and blue eyes are an unusual combination, and Eve (who has the blackest hair and bluest eyes in merry Salem) is an unusual girl. Extremely original, she can al ways think of interesting ideas; ex tremely capable, she can always manage to carry them out. Eve is a Home Ec major and very much interested in things Colonial— houses, china, silver. She sounds very domestic to us, but she insists she’s going to teach next year. Her likes are many and her dis likes few. She loves clothes, espec ially when they’re light blue. She likes to read “good books,” but she’s not much for sports—except horseback riding, which she adores. Her tastes in music are varied, for she enjoys both symphonies and Glenn Miller. Her very favorite hobby is dancing, and she’s just as good at that as she is at everything else she does. Between her “children” (Eve is practice-teaching now) and her job as assistant May Day chairman. Eve has no time for loafing. But she takes time out for an occasional cigarette and the easy comradeship of the “Smoke House.” And she’s never in too big a rush to blush (yes, really ) about one Lenoir- Rhyne alumnus! Eve is a real Salemite and proud of it. And she’s “a wonderful sort of friend for a girl to have.” should be sorta jubilant about the hit Ike made with the frosh . . . Ew ing’s dating average was only .333 —she finally had John over . . . And Hughson has made it a home run— home to Woodberry and Henry . . . Neat scored an all time high in get ting the perverse Ed to bless us with his countenance . . . The perennial Bahnson’s are managing this week end—will it be ball, Aggie? . . . Then, too, Mararuth lopped into right field in the grand final of the May Day figure — Norwood was watching from the balcony . . . Bow en is the over the fence expert, she chalks up a telephone call every night . . . Cootie is getting knocked out of her position by the beautiful but dumb rookie named Roebuck— don’t worry Carlotta you’ll find a man who prefers brains to the other charms . . . Weeza wins the ball game, though, with that big Carolina week-end, she is planning just to be goodie and remember I. R. S. . . . Let’s all pray that it rains every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 9:00 p. m.—we’ll take our rain checks on the week-end. DAT STUDENT The “wonder” week-end is over now (wasn’t it though?) and We’re all settling down to some good bull- sessions about it. Buzz Buzz! Round about by hook or crook or stool pigeon, we find that—well, first of all—glimmers here and yon der: E. Sue Cox seen at the Picadilly surrounded by a host of handsome males, especially by one Emmett Howe. And then spied out in front of the potent Clapp’s house (as the night pushed on) Helen and Doug with Anne and Gene. And they didn’t look bored. And a glance of Lilly and Foyle every now and then showed the two of them appearing to be hitting it off fine. Anyway, she’s headed Chapel Hill way, come finals! O. K.! Some budding interests are begin ning to blossom forth: Sunshine Sams casting her ray of light upon one Lo-man? Yes! And ’tis said Paschel and Rousseau ^ertainly en joyed their week-end with Skipper and Ike. Wow! Next we find that Miss Morris definitely has inter ests of a prevalent character down THREE BROWN HOURS The grey, pin-striped suit could have fit better had not the man in side it gained about five pounds since last year. In the conventional place sat a maroon polka-dotted— with-white tie which at present sat at an up-left angle. In the left breast pocket was a white handker chief—the thought was nice, but af ter frequent exits from pocket to wipe a frenzied, red brow of owner, it retained little of the hot-off-the- ironing-board look. The man’s long fingers were brought to an end by clean, short nails—the man’s long fingers also made up two quite ver- sitile hands—hands that one moment were calm and still, while the next they were doing their best to keep in step with the rapid fire speech coming out about three feet up. On closer range the grey, pin-strip- ed suit maintained little of its orig inal personality. It was brown, not grey; zig-zagged, not pin striped; plus the added quality of having a blue zig-zag that matched the wear er’s R. Taylor New Yorker drawing eyes. (Just a coincidence though— no doubt about it—the matching quality, that is!) The nose suffered from no lack of quantity—but it probably suffered from Salem’s sun at mid-day on back campus! The nose with all the usual surroundings wagged back and forth incessantly during the hour. The black tux took off the extra five pounds seen in the morning. The black tux was much more be coming than was the previously dis cussed suit. Post Script: John Mason Brown does all his serious writing lying flat—not sitting in the conventional manner! By Sonia Novak If man is made in God’s own image, then How wondrous God must be! If man portrays His Maker, in the wonder he conveys With chisel, sounding string, and brush, or pen. What sacred revelation lies! For when His tools are most remiss, the end outweighs Their incapacity, and, sure, gainsays The rankest seeming failure in his ken! So—seeing, hearing—who can doubt love's link With such divinity? Love proves how true Its goodness and its mercy are! To snik Into the tenderness of peace; to view With understanding, is, at once, to thnik Of heavens sweeping boundlessly and blue! TAKEN FROM THURSDAY — We’re Interested Too THUMBNAIL SKETCH: He’s young, he’s dark; he’s popular; he’s independent in manner and in, means. He always has breakfast in bed, and he throws pillows at any one whose unpleasant duty it is to wake him up. Three guesses is all you get. SAVE THIS COUPON All girls having any friends they desire to keep home from the war, please sign name and address of said friend, and give coupon to MISS BETSY HILL. With out charge she will gladly shoot each friend through the right foot. This method has previously proved most sat isfactory. Name Address Wake Forest way! “The Orchid” (O'Brien) seems certainly to be cul tivating her latest flame—get going gal—^hear he’s pretty nice. Say, this Charlie Spaugh must have sum- pin on the ball—two interests has he and vice-versa—Phyllis and Sa rah! What caused Ldbby’s heart to skip a couple of beats when she dated that blond fellow other day. Couldn’t have any bearing on the old love, could it Oh well—think I ’ve scooped up enough for this time —see you—Fearless Ferdinand the Bull. GRADUATION DRESSES! At the IDEAL DRr GOODS CO. \
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