Page Two. THE SALEMITE Friday, May 1, 1942. ^alemite Published Weekly By Member The Student Body of Southern Inter-Collegiate Salem College Press Association SUBSCRIPTION PRICE - $2. A YEAR - 10c A COPT Member Pissocided Golle6io!e Press DUtribulor of Golle6iciie Di6est MPRCSBNTRO FOR NATIONAL AOVBRTISINa BY National Advertising Service, Inc. College Publishers Representative 420 Madison Ave. New York. N. ¥•. CHICAGO * BOSTOH • Los AN«ELC8 * SAH FBAHCWtO EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Edil»r-In-Chief Ceil Nuchols EDITORIAL STAFF News Editor Doris Shore Sports 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 Johnston, Barbara Lasley, Margaret Moran, Marie Van Hoy, Helen Fokaury, Margaret Leinbach, Mary Lou Moor«, Betty Vanderbilt, Mary Worth Walker. Elizabeth Weldon, Mary Louise Rhodes, Lucie Hodges, Franses Yelverton. FEATURE STAFF Feature Editor Eugenia Baynes Mildred Avera, Dorothy Dixon, Anita Kenyon, Nancy Rogers, Nona Lee Cole, Elsie Newman, Ceil Nuchols. Mar fjaret Ray, Dorothy Stadler, Elizabeth Griffin, Betsy Spacn, Kathryn Traynham, Reece Thomas, Marion Goldberg, Mary Best, Katherine Manning. Business department Business Manager Mary Margaret Struven 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, Mary E. Bray, Nancy McClung, Sarah Llndley. Allene Seville, Elizabeth Griffin, Margaret Kempton, Sara Barnum. Jennie Dye Bunch, Lib Read, Harriet Sutton. Ruth 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. FOR VICTORY Buy UNITED STATES DEFENSE BONDS • STAMPS