Friday, May 15/ 1942.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
9 JleoAd 9t *1Uii Wcuf.,.
; So Norman Cousins thinks this column is propaganda,
does he? Well it is; but we do wish that he’d left us unde
tected until after we'd given our pet Bolshevistic theories a fling
in print. Incidentally, didn’t you find him entertaining? His
eyes and the brown tweed he arrived in were both exquisite . . .
and we thought it almost incredible that one so young could
be a big boy in the Saturday Review crowd.
For those few forlorn individuals who didn’t gallavant
last week-end, consolations . At least'the campus isn’t likely
to suffer another such mass migration soon. Really, you would
n’t believe that any one spot could look so desolate ... no
cars, no men, no laughter, not even a game of gin rummy.
Deadly!
About the freshmen and all their spirited flag-raising
projects . . . well, all we can say is that we caught them at last!
It may all revert to that ghastly week-end business; but on
Sunday night, May 10th, let it be known that the flag wasn’t
jerked down ’til way past dusk. And do you know to whom
the sacred duty finally fell, please ? ... to the sophomores.
Further, let it be known ’that on Monday, May 11th, there
was no flag at all whipping in the fair Salem breezes . . . and
on Wednesday, May 13th, it was seen to drizzle upon this sym
bol, of our freedom. There is no malice in our hearts, Dear
Freshman; but the eyes of upperclassmen are upon you . . .
and it’d better not happen again!
Our orchids of the week for naivete (hmmmmm . . . what
a lousy word!) go to Mr. Lawrence Kenyon. Do you know
that he had the very crust to stand up there before his art
class and state that there was nothing unreasonable about last
semester’s art exam? Out of what was a class o5 thirty about,
there were FIVE passing grades . . . needless to say, the class
ain’t that big now. Don’t get us wrong, we love Mr. Kenyon
and we don’t really care if his exams require verbatim ac
quaintance with everything that’s ever been said in class . .
but to come out with a bold-faced announcement like that . . .
well, it just beats all!' While we’re Kenyon-ing, there’s a right
cute tale out about vacuum cleaner noises that drifted up to
the philosophy chamber the other day. It seems that Professor
mistook the sounds for an air-raid signal, drew up his face in
disgust, and said that he didn’t care if they had an air-raid
but that it was just a confounded mess to have to hike over to
his post. He’s wonderful!
What we really liked about the speech contest, aside
from the bait that Burvenick threw out about Salem trees, was
the prevalence of junior orators cluttering up the stage. Then
there was that general cringing among thorough-going South
erners when Barbara Lesley reminded us that there are no
first-rate universities in the South. Pardon us, but what’s that
little prep school down in, Chapel Hill?
This, praise Allah (please don’t feel like that, too), is
the last issue of the SALEMITE ... no joke, it’s been lots of
fun propagandaing to you. Please come back next year, and
please have a wonderful summer, and please see that I get a
decent burial aftec the art exam. Adios . . . and hasta la
vista.
Martha’s
Musings
VACATION BUREAU —
WE’LL FIX AHYTHINO
By Mil Avera
Three more weeks to go ’till vaca
tion time — yippee! Gulp — but
what then? Let’s see. No tiros
and two gallons of gas will take us
just hovy far? Nope, cau’t even go
that far — we’ll have to save one
gallon to come back on. Say, why
don’t some of you well known gas
bags come to our rescue? And what
about you uncompromising folks
who suffer from gas on the stomach?
We need tires, too. You kids who
stay tired all the time please don't
be 80 selfish. After all, it’s vacation
time and we want to go places and
do things. I can just see what our
vacation will be like right now.
Let’s say, for example, that we’re
going to the beach. Well, first we
must have bathing suits. We go
to the store for bathing suits, and
there are none of those little jobs
to ba. ha^ — all wool, etc., is being
used to make fancy uniforms for
"our boys” — oh well there’s noth
ing like knowing the bare facts
about our sojourn at the sea shore.
Or do you “sea” what I mean? Ho-
hum, without bathing suits or any
of the other unnecessary, but much
desired, objects; we set out for the
beach in a wagon — humm — t^cre
must be a hitch somewhere. Oh,
yeah, I nearly forgot . . . there’s a
horse hitched to the front of the
wagon. We jog merrily along till
. . . oops’ the horse has balked!
Golly, vwhat do we do now? Oh, I
remember . . . you have to feed
horses sugar lumps to make ’em go.
A great lump now comes to the
throat I not the horse’s throat —
but ours, because we ain’t got «o
sugar lumps. Somebody said, too,
that building a fire under an old nag
would make ’em get-up. Oh . . . that
war again! We can’t build a fire
’cause all the hot stuff’s in the army.
Oh, heck, let’s turn the buggy
around and go home. The beach
would probably be blown to bits
by the time we got there any way.
Why? The Germans are having a
house party at the beach and we
hear it’s really a big blow out!
The Salem girls are not different
... they fall in love, make mistake*),
have, exciting experiences, and get
“stung,” “dropped” or whatever
you call it. But whatever they do
they seem to always keep it from
poor Martha! Anyway there’s a
bright, happy mischievous school
year behind us; and a dark future
before us. Guess the girls were
thinking about exams when they
had their last fling.
The campus was really dead last
week-end; only a few poor mortals
(including Shanghai) remained here.
Davidson was honored by B. Grant
ham, G. Foster; while Mot, Stony,
Boylan, Suzanne, N. McClung, Loo-
sie C. flocked to State; and Shapiro
made a lone flight to Carolina to a
‘ ‘ house party.” The rest either went
home for Mother’s day or just went.
Notable among those gracing the
campus was one Margie Ray who
was heard to comment that she
wished everybody would go on and
leave so she could have peace and
quiet . . . don’t yo\i think we wished
it?
A “big time” was had by Hum
bert, Duffy, Boo, Jane Me., Nancy
Moss, Fran, H. Roach, Marion Ful
ton, and M. Moore on a house-party
hostessed by Emily Harris (Uncle
Sam is going to jail Emily for hoard
ing Jaji bait —> that is if she man
aged to get enough men to go
around.) I’m still perplexed as to
just how or why Fran burned her
date so badly, and how M. Moore
managed to catch cold from hers.
The dark circles that made us think
Monday was a, rainy day have been
explained by an all-night dip in the
lake.
(If you don’t like house parties
just skip the next few paragraphs,
but what did you do to take up
print?)
Wilson was bombarded when Dor
is carried home V. V., Lee, S. Lind
ley. Rumor has it that the “har
ems” mamas were ’phoning fran
tically all over the place trying to
make the party not too over-bal-
auced with girls. And just imagine
V. V. next to Pinokio — bet you had
to shout/ for him to hear you.
Jones, Smoot, Carpenter, Flanna-
gan, C. Taylor came back from the
Buzzard Mountain house-party with
sunburn, bites, and their fill of out
door life. Have you noticed how
they sadly look at increased hip
measurement . i .
Maybe it’s u quick change in the
subject, but wlio is Lib Weldon’s
new man? She even goes over to
Lehman to talk to him because she
says she can have peace and quiet
oyer there ... If you ,but know it
Lib, the Lehnianites are matching
among themselves as to just who’s
going to collect for telling your
friends in Bitting about the next
call.
Happy looks sea-sick after her
week-end at Annapolis — Wonder if
Art’s frat pin is getting too heavy?
Mary Lib Bray got the happiest
birthday telegram from Bob Rose
(THE B. R. of basketball fame)
. . . even though it was COLLECT.
Speaking of Kappa Sigs — I think
Mot is still liking Wilbur among
the many others, and BEWARE
Hearne, for Paschal’s “line” is just
as smooth as he looks.
When a girl spends four consecu
tive week-ends with a boy, she must
like him (or want him to flunk).
How ’bout it Grantham? Have you
heard about the happy triangle?
Sutt, Jim Harris, and Humbert?
Davidson is really producing some
specimens these days — just ask
Nancy Lewis — she’s all “Frank”
about things.
Gudger, it makes you feel funny
when a boy asks for any girl in Sal
em College except you for Jr.-Sr.
Hope Nancy Johnson and Lu Ann
have fun at Chapel Hill this com
ing week-end . . . altho I think I
smell a rat.
This space was reserved for chat
ter about Ceil and that five foot
BIRTHDAYS
MAY 18 - 24
May 18 —
Clarina Bevis
May 19 —'
Katherine Manning
May 21 —
Ann Mullen
Rebecca Pence
Mildred Garrison
May 22 —
Ann Long
May 23 —
Margaret Winstead
May 24 —
Nell Denning
Jean Blue
Rose Lefko\^itz
dream man, but she’s doing her own
advertising . . . just ask her about
the house party and the gold cup.
Salem should be very proud of one
of its students . . . Peggy brings in
a write-up in the Davisonian (even
though it was insulting). Dodie has
moments too —: like the time John
ny asked her why she didn’t have
him for May Day.
No need to say anything about
Mildred K. and Charlie, they’re sail
ing pretty. That’s what is commonly
referred to in the scientific circles
as ingenuity.
Maybe this is neither the time
nor the place, but while musing —
we want to congratulate the newly
chosen marshals and McGeachy!
Adele Chase always goes in style.
She goes to the Ivy Ball at Penn
with poison ivy and comes back
with a frat pin . . . and Stoney gets
in ah V. M. I. at Seven Thirty (that
is the hour he said?) with strange
bumps all over her. I though it was
the charm of the ivy, but M. Best
has it too so I guess not.
Scotty, is the “one” Raymond or
Dick ? Or is it that you ’re ‘ ‘ Ful
ler” joy for the V. P. I. arrival?
Does it sound like Salem or Nazi
Germany when girls send boys gifts
on Mother’s Day? The government
ain’t asked that yet!
And then the story about a Hor
ton man who like his girls to go to
Salem . . . there is Doris, Hearne,
Struvie, Denning, Kathleen Phillips,
etc.
Poor Smoot has waited four weeks
for the arrival of Judson Blount.
Speaking of the Blounts, why would
Howard prefer a horse to Myra?
This, of course, could go on into
the night — but our editor is much
too high-brow to fill her columns
with just gossip . . . Hero’s hoping
you have a wonderful summer that
wo can gossip about all next year,
’cause we strongly suspect you’ll be
needing a ration card to have dates
next year . . . and who wants to date
the physically and mentally disabled
anyhow. At least it’s a consolation
to chew on . . . Bye!
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