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THE SALEMITE
Friday, February 13> 1942.
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EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT
Editor-In-Chief : Carrie Donnell
/Issociate Editor Barbara Whittier
EDITORIAL STAFF
News Editor Doris Shore
St>orts Editor Louise Bralower
Music Editor Alice Purcell
Faculty Adviser Miss Jess Byrd
Sara Henry, Leila Johnston, Julia Smith, Frances Neal,
Daphne Reich, Katie Wolff, Mary L. Glidewell, Elizabeth
lohnston, Barbara Lasley, Margaret Moran, Marie Van Hoy,
Helen Fokaury, Margaret Leinbach, Mary Lou Moore, Betty
Vanderbilt, Mary Worth Walker, Elizabeth Weldon, Mary
Louise Rhodes, Lucie Hodges, Frances Yelverton.
FEATURE STAFF
Venture Editor Eugenia Baynes
Mildred Avera, Dorothy Dixon, Anita Kenyon, Nancy
Rogers, Nona Lee Cole, Elsie Newman, Ceil Nuchols, Mar
garet Ray, Dorothy Stadler, Elizabeth Griffin, Betsy Spach,
Kathryn Traynham, Reece Thomas, Marion Goldberg, Mary
Best, Katherine Manning.
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Business Manager Nancy Chesson
Assistant Business Manager Dorothy Sisk
Advertising Manager Mary Margaret Struven
Exchange and Circulation Manager Dot McLean
ADVERTISING STAFF
Flora Avera, Becky Candler, Doris Nebel, Betty Moore,
Adele Chase, M^y E. Bray, Nancy McClung, Sarah Lindley,
Allene Seville,' Elizabeth Griffin, Margaret Kempton, Sara
Barnum, Jennie Dye Bunch, Lib Read, Harriet Sutton, Ruth
O’Neal, Yvonne Phelps, Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro.
THANK YOU,
STEE-GEE
DO YOUR OWN
THINKING
Along with the rest of Salem, the Salemite
extends thanks to the Stee-Gee.
For the sake of the record, we are reproduc
ing our ‘editorial policy’ box at the bottom of
this page suitably checked off as a job done.
All of you know about the new light-cut regu
lations; the student center is having its face
lifted at the present moment with new furni
ture, new paint jobs, re-covered pillows, and
wall-papered screens.
The “Salemite” isn’t letting up though
— after all the paper is the student organ of
protest as well as praise. We are! getting to
work now on improving the living condition
of our beloved Smokehouse, the place dear to
all of us, where we meet our friends, wage
our feuds, and discuss everything from the
value of Rousseau to the advisability of trum
ping our partner’s ace. If any of you have
anything to say on the subject — here is the
place to air your views. And to effectively
air your views, we may add with pardonable
pride.
Or if you can think of anything else that
could be done to impi'ove Salem, let us know
and we will go t0‘ bat for you and the college
as intelligent members of any vital organiza
tion should. The Salemite and the college both
belong to the students ■who compose ’em — in
improving them we improve ourselves and
demonstrate our active loyalty.
God be thanked for books. They are the
voices of the distant and the dead, and make
us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.
—William E. Chonning.
One who despises himself is the nearest
to a proud man.
—Spinoza.
To see how short life is, one must have
lived long.
—Schopenhaver.
The Editorial Policy of The “Salemite” Is;
/ 1. Better “light-cut” conditions.
/ 2. Improvement of the Student Center.
—The Editors.
We, at Salem, under the guidance of the International
Club, are attempting to keep up with world affairs by having
weekly discussions. There is a group to discuss ‘ ‘ Social ob
jectives,” there is one to discuss “Political objectives” and
these is one to discuss “Economic objectives.” Which group
did you attend this week and how much did you contribute to
the discussion?
Not only is the International Club sponsoring discussion
groups, but also the “Y” has been holding informative open
Forums with a group of Industrial Girls from out in town. Did
you attend the meeting this past week ?
In order that we may take part in these discussion
groups, the librarians have placed the day by day war reports
on a, huge bulletin board in the entrance to the library. Have
you noticed just how much information is available in the books,
pamphlets, and news clippings on display?
Most of us don’t realize how fortunate we are to be in
school, during these troublous times. Why not take Mrs. Roose
velt’s advise and “toughen ourselves mentally, physically, and
spiritually?” Are you letting someone else attend all the meet
ings and do all the thinking?
Remember! The war aims and the peace plans are our
responsibility! What are you going to do about your part ?
—C. D.
ARE WE WORTH
FIGHTING FOR?
Our navy, army, and air force are our defense, but these
do not make our first line of defense. Our first defense is in
our hearts yet therein lies our nearest enemy. Before we
conquer the Japanese, we must exterminate that fear which
with every mention of war makes our pulses leap, and chokes
our breath. This is no time to attract attention to ourselves
and attempt to be dramatic by starting and spreading rumors
and unconfirmed reports. Salem is no longer made up of three-
hundred and fifty girls. We are a body, having the same
thoughts, and concerns. Our first duty is to think before we
speak as we have never yet done. When we speak,, speak facts,
not superstitutions and imaginings. Let us talk with authority.
When we have conquered ourselves, our fear, we will look like
human beings, not shivering, sniveling forms of gloomy-eyed
ignorance. We must be women worth fighting for. Then our
second line of defense, the army, navy, and air force, with our
courage, high spirit and determination backing them up can
battle with our enemies.
—E. W.
WE MUST DO
OUR SHARE
Many years ago there was a clamor for “equal rights for
women.” The women of this countcy and other countries rose
up in protest ijnd demanded that they be treated as equals to
men. They wanted to vote; they wanted to work; and they
wanted to be able to say “We, the women” believe this or that.
From the kitchens, from the drawing rooms, from the gardens,
came, parading women to fight for rights. Every man laughed
or frowned, according to his temperament, but he listened to the
cry of the women. The men attempted to convince the fair sex
that their place was in the home to look after the children, to
run the house, and to be beautiful when they were at home. But
these ladies believed they could do everything — be good wives,
good politicians, and as smart as any man. So the women won
the fight. To the shops went women to work and to the polls
went women to vote and women became equal with men.
Well, ladies, we are equal! Now in the twentieth century
we liave a war to win and- since we ai-e equal to our men it is
just as much our responsibility as theirs. No, we cannot fight.
If is not necessary anyway. There are plenty of men to fight;
therefore, our jobs lie elsewhere. Where? Remember Mrs.
Elliot’s son who is in the service, anid your cousin Everett at
Fort Bragg? Why not make some cookies and send to them?
You know how much letters are appreciated or why do you
dash to the P. 0. every hour on the hour? Do you remember
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those books in the attic that you read several years ago ? Why
not send them to your Red Cross chapter w’hich in turn will
send them to the army boys. Certainly it is a sacrifice, but we
want that. After all, if there is war, some have to suffer and
stfme have to sacrifice. Surely w'e can do that!
—V. S.
The new policy of the Salemite:
1. To make the Smokehouse where
a good many of us spend most of
our free time, a livable room —
a room that will hold memories for
us of our friends, of playing to
gether, and tcJking together, and
perhaps studying together. Where
we can relax in comfort and enjoy
with our cigarettes the bull-sessions
that proclaim expanding miads,
curiosities, the play of idea against
idisa that is an important peirt of
college life.
—The Editors.
ST. VALENTINE’S DAY
St. Valentine’s Day comes but once a year,
and at this tune Johnny Boy Friend usually
pops up with a lovely card or box of candy.
On this one day there is no evading the issue
of love and concealing your lonely heart with
wisecracks and raised eyebrows. Sentimental
ity is! the order of the day, and both boys and
girls give remembrances to their loved ones.
This custom all started back in Ancient
Times when people thought that on February
14th the birds began to mate. The birthday
of a Christian martyr was also celebrated on
this day. The two occasions emerged during
the reign of Victoria, and the day became the
time to send love tokens.
Girls don’t worry if your best beau should
by chance fail to remember you. Perhaps the
money he would ordinarily spend for a Valen
tine is being spent on Defense Stamps and
don’t forget those high taxes too.
—D. S,
A THOUGHT
FOR LENT
The season of Ijcnt begins next Wednes
day. To many of us this has formerly meaiit
nothing more than just forty days before Eas-
tei'. With this year, let’s make it have a
greater meaiung.
As we all know, since the war has begun
for us; sacrificing must begin sometime soon.
There can be no better place to begin our sac-
l ificing than for the church. At no time, more
than now, has the church been more import
ant to us. Let’s try to do something for it.
]\Iany of us go to a movie once or twice a week
and spend a dime or more a day at the drug
store or book store for things that we could do
witliout. To many, I know it would seem im
possible to give this up entirely, but would it
be too hard to give up just half of this? Let
us try, at least, to save some portion of this
money which we spend unnecessarily and give
it to the church. Our /returns will be greater
than our sacrifice, I’m sure.
Along with this, why not begin each day
with this short, simple poem:
“This is the day
To nobly live
This is the day
To serve and give.”
—J. S.
Better to remain silent and be thought a
fool than to speak and remove all doubt.
—Lincoln.
A man that flattereth his peighbor spread-
eth a net for his feet.
—^olomon.
The man with the hoe and the spade holds
the destiny of us all in his calloused hand.
—^Hubbard.