Friday, May 8, 1942.
THE SALEMITE
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It seems almost incredible that May Day has come and
gone. It happens that way every year . . . great hordes of
people invade our peace and quiet, and yet we continue to be
bewildered at how many strangers there are about. But wasn’t
it fun though? The pageant was good, the dance was good,
and the tenseness of atmosphere never fails to be one of the
most exciting things in a Salem year.
Did you all enjoy the P. B. I. gentleman of Tuesday’s
chapel as much as we did. He really had some stories to tell . . .
enough to convince us that espionage ain’t the trade for us,
after all!
Having the swimming pool open is one of the most mar
velous happenings yet. It’s actually so wonderful to get in
there and splash around and keep cool that we don’t believe
we’ll commit suicide until Reading Day now. If you haven’t
been in yet, it’ll be worth your while to hike down to the In
firmary for a foot check ... no joke, the water’s fine!
People seemed to have had wonderful time of the sup
per ride Monday night. They dragged their horses over the
Sedgefield trials for two hours, and then sat down to glut them
selves on good food . . . and all the while we poor sisters fought
the bugs off our lovely cheese sandwiches. Frankly, our con
stitutions would have fared better had we gone on and let the
bugs have the dern things . . . mighty gruesome!
This sugar ration business has most of us confused and
a few of us realizing that we really are at war. It’s a good
thing' that war is being broken to us gently . . . the gas ration
may not seem like quite such a blow.
In view of the gas ration, there is much carpe diem-ing
. . . house parties at Lake Lure and house parties at the beach
and just house parties. Have lots of fun, Children . . . it’ll
have to go a long way.
The greatest furor in Salem reaction to the cinema since
Orsen Welles didn’t get the Academy Award, was “King’s
Row.” Lest it be forgotten without our two bits on the subject,
may we say that never has the movie industry given one so
much for his money . . . one emotional tirade right after the
other. And the most ugly women we ever saw crammed into
one picture ... it was solid relief to finally look upon Ann
Sheridan. The children were the best since “How Green Was
My Valley” . . . and the whole thing was so convincing that we
came out begging for a strait jacket. Ah me . . . just wait until
these last few term papers take effect.
Having rambled to the point of exhaustion, let’s all go
to bed. Who knows? ... the sun may shine tomorrow.
P. S. He Did’nt Marry Her
When Mr. Campbell was visiting
ill Oak Hill, Virginia, he spent some
time with Mrs. Samuel Hairston and
her (laughters . . .Ruth, who gradu
ated from Salem Academy; and May
and Anne, who graduated from the
college. Jn their garden, there used
to be a school house where General
J. E. B. Stuart went before attend
ing West Point; and the Hairston’s
home was formerly the home of
J. E. B.’s cousiij. The Hairstons,
consequently, fell heirs to ssvcu of
his letters . . . one of which shows
that the dashing general sometimes
thought of things other than his
military career. With the Hairston’s
gracious permission, we’ll print the
letter exactly as it was written on
August 13, 18.51 . . . history majors
ought to be thrilled with a side of
J. E. B. Stuart which the text books
don’t take into account. The letter;
postmarked West Point, is as fol
lows:
Dear Cousin,
My delay in answering your kind
letter you must not attribute to wil
ful neglect, but time has passed
away so fast I was unconscious of
the delay . I have spent the time
very agreeably so far, for I assure
you there lis a great difference be
tween a third classman and a
“Plebe.”
I determined at the beginning of
encampment not to become acquaint
ed with any ladies. But my resolve,
however firm when withstanding
the smiles of Yankeedom, melted
away when the warm sunshine of a
lovely Virginia girl’s eye shone
upon it. I have an intimate friend
in the corps named Pegram, of Rich
mond, who’s decidedly the best
hearted fellow I ever knew. A few
days ago his mother and sister cama
to see him and I was introduced to
them. I found Mrs. P. an excellent
ladyt of the old Virginia stamp. As
for Miss Mary Pegram, without
saying anything disrespectful of
her, I beg leave to state that I will
not insure the self possession of my
heart for it is my humble opinion
that it has left its habitation. That
Miss Mary is intelligent, fascin',-
tiiig, beautiful, and modeat, and
that she is a “Virginian” is an en-
numcration of by no means half of
her excellent qualities. She says
that she was a schoolmate of Miss
Mary Broadwax and cousins Buth
and Alcey at Mrs. McKenzie’s
school in Richmond. She left here
yesterday and I have been nearly
dead with the blues ever since. She
gave me a flower which is now in a
glass on my table before me (the
orderly sergeants are allowed tables)
and I have thought several times of
throwing it (the flower) away for
I can’t look at it without a return
of the blues. I speak candidly, I
never knew anyone I esteemed more
on so short an acquaintance than
Mrs. Pegram and her daughter. I
hated to part with them so much as
if they had been my intimate friends
since childhood. They gave me a
Martha’s
Musings
It’s hard to realize May Day is
over, isn’t itt We looked forward
to it for such a long time, and then
all in one day it was over. But if
there isn’t anything left to look for
ward to, there’s a lot to look back
on.
For instance, there was Mot doing
one of her specialty acts . . . one
date for the pageant and another
for the dance. There was Carlotta
. . . and yes, the L. L'. was shining.
And who was that striped coat Flan-
nagan was walking around with? We
certainly don’t have to ask who
Stoney was with . . . “Boots,” the
Casanova of Salem College. No
kidding,, we love him and hope he’ll
come back again real soon.
WIe hear that S'eville lost her ap
petite Sunday . . . she says it’s love
and we’ll have to admit that it’s
something ’cause you know Seville’s
appetite. ^
The week-end started . . . Frank
ie didn’t have a date. The week
end ended . . . Frankie practically
had four.
Who was the little boy with glass
es, Fran?
Sue and Stone are off for State
Colege . . . we only hope that they
don’t reenact stunt-night for the
wolf-pack.
We hear that May Day Dell was
well inhabitated last Sunday. Ah
the beauty of Nature! (pronounced
Nat-ure). There’s one story about
a Salemite who didn’t remember the
boundary between upper and lower
campus . . . when combed out of
the darkness by the Dean, and ask
ed what she was doing ;\ she answer
ed simply enough, “Courting.”
“Won, you’ll just have to do it on
upj>er campus. You’ll just have to
do it, etc.”
We certainly do like Bill Jake . . .
he’s developed into a regular Salem
stand-by. Did you hear about the
time he found a long lost cousin
up here?
Well, Khacky is definitely going
to have a visitor this summer . . .
specially if Kay is going to be in
R. R.
By the way, what was the feud
going on in the campus living room
Sunday between Little Yelvorton,
Mary B., Traynlmm, and dates? Will
'Traynham ever introduce Sandy as
.foe, or iVddison as Dave Reid, etc.,
etc., etc., again? And why wasn’t
Ceil in on that one? I guess it’s
’cause you just can’t mistake the
Little I>oc.
Would you believe it! Our own
Wilbur is majoring in manuel train
ing ... if you don’t believe it, just
look at the shoes he made for Mar
tha. Could be that he’s minoring
in psychology . . . why else his cor-
resjwndence with a pert Lehmanite?
FLASH! FLASH! Miss Marian
Goldberg has handed in her term
paper!
Betty Winbourne must really have
Ihe power . . . getting the date aft
er explaining that he was second
choice. And Bowman did just as
well by getting Buck, after all . . .
didn’t he present her with her
crown and bouquet?
Well, Ewing is the same ole gal,
isn’t she? Freckles, pancake, and
all.
BOOSTING MORALE
EFFORT
very pressing invitation to call on
them on my way home in June,
which I shall certainly do if I have
the pleasure of going. Miss Mary
will return to witness the “finals”
on the twenty-eighth.
With the exception of the pres
ent attack of the blues, my spirits
have been unruffed since the en
campment began. Please give my
love to all my friends, to cousins,
aunts, and uncles. I hope you will
forgive this scrawl as I have the
blues so dreadfully that I can’t
frame the first idea. Please write
soon and, I will try to write a more
interesting letter. General Scott
has paid us a visit this , summer
though his daughter has not.
I am still your devoted cousin,
J. E. B. Stuart.
The Community Sing on Thurs
day night was a much greater suc
cess than anybody thought it would
be. The girls just couldn’t keep
away, but most everybody is like
that ... if you hear music, you
just have to sing and sing we did.
[n fact, on “Sweet Sue” and the
latter verses of “I’ve Been Work
ing On the Railroad,” we got so
much in the swing of things we
almost left Mr. Bair behind. But he
soon caught up and did some pretty
sweet swinging himself . . . and be
sides that, he acted as if he were
enjoying it immensely.
The best music of the evening, of
course, came from the Choral En
semble. They started things going
right away by singing “The Sil
ver Swan” by Gibbons, and they
closed the program with Bach’s
chorale, “The Lord My Guide Will
Surely Be.” Between the numbers
which the Choral Ensemble sang, it
was interesting to watch the reac
tions of the other girls. Take Mar
gie for instance, the first time we
noticed her, she was leaning against
the wall singing “Hark The Sound
and looking very bored about the
whole thing. Then the “Marine
Hymn” was struck up and so was
Miss Ray. She fairly shone; and,
needless to say, she know all the
words. Miss McNeely was a bit
wistful about the old sweet songs
and Averill enjoyed them all. At
least she grinned her way through
all of them. The rest of the faculty
seomed to think that they were not
invited . . . Miss Lawrence, Miss
Turlington, Miss Marsh, and Mr.
Suavely sat out on the wall and
hummed to themselves; but they
finally got up enough nerve to come
up as far as the steps.
The patriotic songs were showed
more enthusiasm than any of the
others. “The Caisson Song”
(though nobody knew the words),
“America the Beautiful,” “God
Bless America,” and “The Marine
Hymn” were really sung with gusto.
Everyone looked inspired ... as if
they would like to go out and join
a First Aid class or sell War Bonds.
The Choral f^semble really should
be thanked for their {>art in getting
up the Sing. It was fun. We want
to do it again . . . and next time
let’s hope it doesn’t rain; for it
would be even more fun out on the
terrace.
Celebrity—A groat umn far away
from home.—Mrs. W. Bv Martin, 112
Shady Blvd. •
Lib Weldon almost had two dates
this week-end . . . these popularitv
kids!
It’s getting to be a regular family
affair these days what with Mrs.
Smith coming to see Lindloy an 1
Lindley going to see Mrs. Smith.
Betty Grantham and Ginor Foster
will reprosent .S'alem this week-end
at Davidson . . . and Myra will rep
resent heaven-only-knows-what' at
Lake Lure.
Typical Wooten luck managed to
have Wooten on restriction right
there on May Day . . . hold on,
Joyce, you’ll have company soon.
We can’t let this column close
without mentioning that Arabelle
looks a little the worse for wear
since her extended week-end in
Georgia .. . nor can, we let it close
without wishing Stu a speedy re
covery. We can now let it close . . .
bye, bye!
THEATRE CALENDAR
Caxallna
Mon., Tues., Wed. —
“Ship Ahoy.”
Thurs., Fri., Sat. —
“My Favorite Blonde.’
State
Mon., Tues. —
‘ ‘ Larceny Inc.’ ’
Wed., Thurs., Fri., Sat. —
“Home in Wyoming.”
Forsyth
Mon., Tues. —
“Babes on Broadway.”
Wednesday —
“Cadets on Parade.”
Thursday —
“Confirm or Deny.”
Fri., Sat. —
“Glamour Boy.”
Colonial
Mon., Tues. —
“Yank in R. A. F.”
Wied., Thurs. —■
“Law of the Jungle.”
Fri., Sat.—
“Riding the Wind.”
BIRTHDAYS
May 10 —
Yvonne Phelps
May 12 —
Frances Krites
May 15 —
Mary Yow
Mary Eaton
May 16 —
Mozelle Beason
D,a]>hne Reich
May 17 —
Sara McNair
Rachel Pinkston
Bettie Hill
Geraldine Jackson
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