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THE SALEMITE
Friday, May 8. 1942.
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EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT
Editor-In-Chief Ceil Nuchots
Associate Editor Bobbie Whittier
Format Editor Mary Best
Since the editorial and feature staffs will not be
selected until next year, ackuowledgement for work
on this issue must go to:
Mildred Avera
Marian Goldberg
Leila Johnston
Mary Louise Rhodes
Nancy Rogers
Julia Smith
Kathryn Traynham
Frances Yelverton
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Business Manager Mary Margaret Struven
Ass't Business Manager Mary Elizabeth Bray
Ad^vertising Manager Betty Moore
Exchange and Circulation Manager — Sara Barnum
ADVERTISING STAFF
Flora Avera, Becky Candler, Doris Nebel, Betty Moore,
Adele Chase, Mary E. Bray, Nancy McClung, Sarah Undley,
Allene Seville, Elizabeth Griffin, Margaret Kempton. Sara
Barnum, Jennie Dye Bunch, Lib Read, Harriet Sutton, Ruth
O'Neal, Yvonne Phelps. Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro.
THE EDITOR’S
FIRST SAY
■When you read Carrie’s “last say” two
weeks ago, perhaps you asked yourself the
same question I did: “How can the Salemite
go on without her?” She’s been a wonderful
editor, and she,’s given us a paper that will be
hard to, beat. She’s allowed us a freer exp res
sion of student opinion than we’ve had before,
and she’s made the paper more truly a medi
ator between students and administration. I
want to continue Carrie’s policy . . to give
you the right to voice any ideas you might
have ... to give you a chance for creative
writing and stimulative thinking. I want the
Salemite to be your newspaper ... of the
students, for the students, and by the students.
For the remainder of this year, however,
we aren’t going to start any violent cam
paigning. We will merely give you the news
and try to entertain you with these last two
issues. Blit come back in iSeptember with
fresh ideas and fresh enthusiasm, and just
watch us dig in. We’ll have a new staff and
a new Olympus to climb . . . we’ll have lots of
work and lots of fun . . . we’ll do our very
best to give you the sort of paper you’ll want
to read from page one through page four.
Goodbye, Carrie ... it’s been grand and
exciting to work with you, and we wish you
the very best of luck always.
—Ceil Nuchols.
OPEN FORUM
Dear Editor;
I am perplexed, and want a bit of information. Could
you tell me just who set the precedentof swapping horses in
midstream? . . . and just why said parties started said tra
dition? I’ve racked my brain aimlessly trying to find some
logical reason for inducting new officers into a rather worn-
out term; and for the life of me, I see no sense to it.
About this time of year people just naturally get lax
and can’t quite whip up a normal interest in things. Then
along comes installation day which leads to a period of insane
hullabaloo (what else could you call it?). The Juniors can’t
quite realize that they’re now in power and therefore respon
sible for the general welfare; for, after all, the Seniors are still
hanging around supervising. All those new ideas that our pros
pective leaders have thought up have to lie dormant until Sep
tember — andi there’s really little the new blood can do except
try to hold together the somewhat spent ideas of the old officers.
We could stand a let up in enthusiasm, but a complete lack of
it is too much.
With an eye to better luck for the leaders of ’44, I ask,
“Why ■can’t a fellow have a clean slate to start on?”
Jde Coin
LA BAQUE
II y avait un jour deux amourcux
qui demeuraient en France. Le
jeunu homme s’appelait Andre Rem-
bert it son amoureuae s’appelait
Jeanne. IIs etaient de la nobilite et
se sont rencontres tout S. fait par
hasard.
Jeanne s’etait mariee avec le Due
de Montmart et^ un jour 11 a invite
Andre cl I’accompagner ^ son cha
teau pour parler des chevaux qu’
Andre vaulait acheter. Andre avait
1’intention de quitter la France le
jour prochain et desirait finir ses
affaires.
Puis, le Due a presente sa belle
femme. Andre I’a trouvee la plus
belle femme du monde. Et 11 avait
raison. Quant Jeanne elle a troubre
Andre — anec ses compliments et
seagalantries — 1-homme le plus
romantique qu’ elle eut jamais vu.
Son mari, le Due ennuyeux, ne 1’-
interessalt pas et ce jeune homme
— ah comme it etait beau et charm-
ant.
Ainsi, Andrfi n’a pas quitte la
France mais est rest6 pour sSduire
sa bien-aimee qu’il adorait maln-
tenant.
Apr&s presque deux mais, le Due
conimenQait ^ se douter de quelque-
chose et a demande k sa femme la
verite. quand elle a refuse de la lui
dire, il a menace de la tuer. Elle
a pousse un cri! Andrfr qui I’atten-
dait comme toujours S, cette heure
sous sa fenetre s’est prficipite dans
sa chambre it a frappe le Due. Le
Duo est tombe mort. Andr6 1’avait
tue; qud fairef
“Ap[)elez les gendarmes,” a dit
Andre, et quand Jeanne a refusl, il
les a appeles, lul-meme
Oui. Andre a ete envoye en prison
pour of Tester toute sa, vie.
I'^n soir comme Jeanne priait la
m^re saeree une vision s’est montee
devant elle et a dit. Donnez-lui
votre baque et quand il se couche,
s’il la met an troisfeme daigt de la
main gauche vous powrez vous re-
trouv'er dans vos reves.
Le lendemain Jeanne est allee a
la prison, lui a donne sa baque et
lui a dit ce qu’il fallait faire. Andre
a ri d’elle mais ce soir parce qu’il
desirait la voir, 11 1 ’a essaye.
Et imaginez-vous — a cote d’une
petite rivifere dans le pays des reves,
ils se sont retrouves et y sont restes
jusqu’ a I’auhe.
Toutes les mirts, ils se retrouvai-
en{ la et aprSs bien des annees,
quand Ils n’etaient plus jeunes, An
dre lui a dit qu’il ne la reneontrerait
jamais plus. Elle n’a pas comprls
et comme il lui donnait sa baque, elle
a commence k pleurer.
Quelqu’ wi la secouait. C’^tait sa
s’est-elle ficriee, “on est venu pour
vous dire — Monsieur Andre est
mort.”
Jeanne a regard^ sa main et a
souri tristement — car lil — au
troisienie doigt de sa main gauche
etait la baque qu’elle avait donnfie
a Andre 11 y avait bien des annees.
AT THE TOP OF THE LIST
NEVER SATISFIED
The old adage, “the more one receives,
the more one wants,” seems to apply to us.
Of course we are not satisfied with things as
they are. We are not stagnant pools of water,
rather we are living water rushing on to bet
ter things. It appears that never in the his-
toiy of Salem College have we, as the mouth
piece of the students, asked so much AND
received so mu«h. We asked for improvement
of the student center; we got it. We asked for
better “light eut” conditions; we may now
take them in our rooms. We started agitation
over the unhealthful old smokehouse; now the
smoking privilege has been extended to the
campus living room of Clewell, the Recreation
Room of Bitting and the terrace between Clew
ell and Bitting. Some of us were upset over
the absence of an American flag on the flag
pole in front of Bitting; now the freshman
class raises the flag every day. This is a rec
ord of achievement of which we can well be
proud.
Since spring has come, a new problem has
arisen. The swimming pool, which is only open
in the afternoon, when the sun is low, receives
no sunshine because it is surrounded by high
structures. On one side is Alice Clewell Build
ing. Bounding the other three sides is a tall
hedge. This hedge draws insects of all kinds,
is responsible for the trash which accumulates
in the pool, and is mainly responsible for the
lack of sun. When we investigated it we dis
covered poison ivy growing in it, (Not a very
safe thing to have around anywhere, much less
a pool). A once-white fence about which the
hedge has grown is rapidly falling to pieces—
its nails dropping around the pool endanger
the bare feet of bathers. If the hedge could be
removed (and they’ve been doing that sort of
thing all over the campus this year), the sun
bathers could use the space around the pool
instead of wandering half-clad over the campus
to the gym. Since the pool is on the back
campus, there is no need for the added privacy
of the hedge. If necessary a low white picket
fence could replace the decaying one. With
the hedge down, exhibition swimming could be
enjoyed by everyone instead of the few lucky
ones who have rooms over looking the pool, The
removal of the hedge won,ld in the long run be
an economical gesture because it would not be
necessary to change pollenated water as often
as it is now. When prospective Salem students
are being shown over the campus the pool will
enhance the other things Salem has to offer.
The pool is beautiful; why should we hide it?
A MATTER FOR GREAT CONCERN
The subject with which we are dealing has
troul)led us and lain heavily upon our hearts
until wo feel that the time has come to speak.
It is a matter of utmost concern to each and
everyone of usi who claims to be a red-blooded
pati'iot and who wants to help win the war.
This is it. For a period of a good many
months now, we have been assured weekly in
fierce editorials that “Salem had no patrio
tism! It was not war conscious! It was doing
nothing to help the cause!” As the denuncia
tions grew fiercer, “Raise the flag” became
our battle cry.
So bitter was the verbal flaying of our
attitude in this that we could scarce hold our
heads up for shame (we managed, however, to
continue sipping cokes, keeping up with
war news, etc., etc., but that is quite beside
the point). It was plain to see that until the
flag went up, Salem was in virtual disgrace.
Then the few enterprizing students who had
instigated the furor were annointed to the
sacred office of raising the flag.
,The flag is up! Long may it wave!
But here is the tragedy. The flag is up —
but how? I ask you, fellow j)atriot, have you
ever watched the ritual of flag raising? Have
you, too, feared for our symbol of freedom
as you saw it being twisted and jerked onto
the cable?, flapping near the ground as it is
hoisted jerkily into place? It would appear
that a few minutes with a girl scout manual
might be helpful.
We are convinced that the grim duties of
flag-raising is Salem’s most earnest and vital
concern. But we do make a timid plea that
the flag be treated with a little reverence.