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THE SALEMITE
Friday, May 1, 1942.
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O’Neal, Yvonne Phelps, Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro.
‘DANGER AHEAD”
I regret to inform the general public that
final examinations ai’e approaching. Spring is
already upon us, and that combination is the
most unproductive state of affairs that could
exist. In other words. I ain’t seen anybody
yet around this place who can study on days
like these!
Salem students seem to have become en
tirely indifferent to the threats or pleas (which
ever they may be) of our more interested facul
ty members. They just walk around with sim
ple smiles on their faces and remember an apt
proverb. “The Lord takes care of children
and fools.”
But “the' time has come” as the walrus
said and it is my humble advice that you girls
take into consideration — deep consideration
— the fact that even a humane faculty can’t
pass us if we don’t put something on the paper.
So take heed, young women, and get to work.
Let’s read on Reading Day — not work our
selves into a froth — and mebbe I’ll do like
wise. '1:
—M. T/. Q.
WATCH OUT FOR THE DEVIL!
Paging Queen Persephone! Hades, G-od of the Underwold is looking
for you! Above is Jane Strohm, who will play the role of Hades in
the Salem May Day Festival, “Persephone.”
Meet The Salem Beauties Who
Will be Grecian Maids for a Day
“Long may it wave
O’er the land of the free
And the home of the brave.”
■ These wor;ls of oui' national anthem are
"begining to mean more and more to all of us
every day at Salem. And now we have some
visible proof of our feeling. For years there
has been agitation about the bare flag pole in
front of Bitting, but it took an enterprising
Freshman Class to do something about our
need. Thanks Freshmen — and “keep ’em
flying!”
Hoar ye. Hear ye — Ye Salemite
Reporter is now aunounciiig to all
sundry the reign of her gracious
anil sovereign Majesty and the
Ladyes of her Court of Beauty over
ye month of Maye, this Saturday
of the year 1942 at the time when
the .sun shall have progressed to
the hour of 5 o’clock.
Her Majesty who has been ad
judged by ye fair citizens of Salem
truly fitting to reign by virtue of
her natural charms unaided (save to
the usual extent) is Her Majesty,
Queen Martha Bowman, who grew
to maidenhood in' the demesne of
Lumberton, N. C., daughter of Dr.
and Mrs. C. L. Bowman. Crowned
l)y. Nature with a glory of flame
bright hair, swarthed in white and
lace. Queen Bowman will receive an
addtional crown — Queen of the
.May.
But let us examine Her Majesty
in the seclusion of her private resi
dence Bitting Castle: Of sweet
sympathy is she, of exceeding
friendliness and charm. Her clothes
are blue, and yet more blue, which
she confesses to be of sentimental
reason. A friend, is our May-queen,
who values friends and does not
fear to lose them, though she and
they may scatter through the dark
world. Of level-head is Queen
Martha who cannot sanction war
marriages, who delights in Sebilius
and Jimmy Dorsey, who can under
stand the other Maid’s point of
vdew and hesitates ever to condemn
her.. Frank, sincere, as lovely be
hind the veil as through it — Salem,
ye are blessed in the Queen ye have
selected to reign over you.
Poised, reserved, cream-brown
eyes and soft dark hair, who> could
we be paying court now to but Her
Highness, Maid Dorothy Dixon, who
will attend the Queen, as Maid-of-
Honor at the festival. Hailing from
Fayetteville, N. 0., daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. A. F. Dixon, Maid Doro
thy isl as fresh and fastidious as an
April shower. Speaking slowly to
us as we supped with her in Ye
Dining Hall, she confessed, smiling,
to no great love of athletics, and to
a v'ery great love of Vestments —
sports clothes preferred. She also
does not believe in ye hasty mar
riages, her pastime is drawing or
musing over her text-books of which
the most are of History and Eng
lish. And listen and dispair, ye less
favored ones — she does not con
sider herself beautiful!
Representing the Senior Class in
fhe Pageant are Maids Elizabeth
Weldon of Stovall, N. C. and Betty
VV'inborne of Raleigh, N. C. Maid
Weldon is of artistic nature, albeit
not temperniental and designs her
own clothes. Slie may soon be wing
ing her way through the heavens as
an air-line hostess, — she fits the
measurements exactly. Of subtle
wit, a dislike of gin-rummy, and a
distrust of men . . . this is Elizabeth.
Betty is The Senior attendant of the
blond hair and electric blue eyes
which she is “learning to use.” She
dresses for men if they’re attractive
likes women. Appearing reserved
and cool, she is warm underneath, in
telligent and conscientious. Dignified
is she, though with a ready laugh,
tall is she and gentle.
The Junior class contributes Six
maids to the pageant of Beauty.
First there is Myra Blount of Green
ville, X. C., a wholesome fun-loving
brunette. The picture of health and
vitality, Myra is known for her
quick-wit and her fine consi4eration.
Friendly to all is Myra and with a
frank ojK'n smile free from guile or
design.
Rebecca Candler, from Birming
ham, Ala., is next, the gay, laugh
ing Becky of the twinkling eyes,
and notorious freckles, and twin
dimples. She isn’t pophisticated,
likes sport clothes and simple eve
ning dresses. Her men don’t have to
be wonderful-looking if they have
personality and are amusing. She
definitely believes in war marriages
and loves to wear flowers in her
hair. A description of Miss Cand
ler — a bouquet of migonette w'ith
a radish in the middle.
Miss Mary Louise Rousseau of
Winston-Salem is to moonlight as
nectar is to ambrosia — they go
together. She prefers her men
smooth, “not pretty,” well-rounded,
and attractive (not attracted) to
other women — she wouldn’t like
’em if they weren’t. She loves danc
ing and although “not overly intel
ligent” according to her own story,
she has a grand sense of humor.
She can be mean when she gets mad
enough, but she’s sensitive too and
dislikes to see people get hurt.
While she insists she’s not shy, she
blushes beet-red on occasion.
(Continued On Back Page)
^ MecAt 9t ^lUi Wcuf,,.
It’s almost a million years ago since the
black-out, but we must say that John Mason
Brown did beautifully through it all He is
without a doubt the cutest man on earth as
a dramatic critic he may not be very profound;
but for sheer entertainment, he is superb.
Getting the annuals is always an exciting
point in Salem life — and this year. Sights and
Insights was even more worth waiting for than
ever. Marian did la splendid job, and she de
serves credit for the most distinctive annual
we’ve seen Salem produce. Wasn’t the cover
attractive? Weren’t the sketches adorable
(please, if you haven’t already done so, notice
thei one of the girl in bed — her expression is
priceless!) ? And have you ever seen such ar
tistic pictures as those of Lib Griffin’s hands,
Dee’s shoulders, and Lib Gudger’s profile? Mr.
Oerter is indubitably an artist. And the fea
ture pictures are simply grand — Lucy Spring
er’s, Nancy Rogers’, and Mary Lucy Baynes’
are excellent! And the pictures in the front —
oh well, what else can be said? It’s just plain
Wonderful!
Thus May Day draws nearer, to say the
least — so don’t say you weren’t warned if
the May Court goose-steps it down the hill with
a heil-Hitler arm position and all. And about
the dance — it does seem that this one, if no
other, would be formal; but the voice of the
people hath spoken, so to bed and a fond good
night to you all.
Jle Coin ^fui^uxUi
SI L’HIVER VIENT
Aujourd’hui, pour la fete de mai, k huit heures
et demie, tout le monde s’est •assemble I’ecole en plein
air sous les chenes pour prier et pour chanter la lou-
ange du boh Dieu de la belle nature qui nous entoure.
Quand nous avons vu les penseesen toute leur gloire et
les haut^ iris, nous avons senti le coeur dechirfi parce
que nous nous sommes rendu compte de ce que tout le,
monde, malgrd les fleurs et les arbres vertes ou toutes
fleuries„ ne pout pas penser aux beautes qui leve I’es-
prit du limon.
Pendant que nous sommes assis ici en paix nos
freres et nos amis sont loin de nous, peut-etre main-
tonant au fort de la bataille. Et alors quand nous re-
gardons les fleurs, les pensees out I’air tristo, et ils
nous disent, “Pourquoi estce qu’on cherche le mal et
la laideur du monde quand j ’essaie d’apporter la joie
et la beauts?”
Et I’iris, si belle que soit sa fleur, nous montre
I’epee de sai millle qui nous fait pensef 6 la guerre de
I’esprit humain centre soi-meme. Bientot mourra la
fleur I’esprit — peut-etre qu’elle est d6j& morte —
et on verra que la faiblesse et la erudite de 'a chair
qui triomphe. Mais la nature nous apprend qu’il ne
faut jamais deseperer. L’esprit est mort, e’est vrai,
mais pas tout ^ fait. La graine de la fleur est tom-
bee sous la terre pour attendre un autre printemps.
Et si nous croyons que le printemps viendra apr6s
I’hiver, nous pouvons esperer que ce corps faiblo
d’humanite peut nourrir I’esprit qui dort maintenant,
mais qui s’eveillera en pue de temps si nous avons
de la patience.
—Eugenia Baynes.
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