Friday, October 9, 1942.
THE SALEMITE
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Page Three.
KATHERINE TRAYNHAM
You couldn’t possibly have miss
ed her! The black-haired Junior
with the ready smile and the quick
answers. You worried about the
“time” she was making with your
date at the dance, you laughed gaily
because she was the center of a
crowd that was always laughing,
and you knew intuitively that she
Was the very best of sports. If you
haven’t guessed, you also haven’t
been around . . . Slie is Katherine
Traynham, better known as Khaeky.
Khaoky’s history is not nearly
as long as it is glorious. She comes
from Koanoke Rapids, and has been
with us since High School. She is
majoring in Economics and Sociol
ogy; 'tis rumored that she’s “bright
as a dollar.” She is not, however, a
lady to let a trivial thing like work
interfere with her real major which
is tournament bridge. She has a
standing date with three cronies for
four hours of strenuous card play
ing every night . . . that worried
frown that had you thinking maybe
Khacky had turned serious might
just possibly come from the concen
tration in the 'Clewell Game Room
amid bad lights and great clouds of
nicotine. If she is not playing
bridge or brushing up on that Ec.,
she is probably that enthusiastic
(though miles from operatic) voice
you hear striking up the rounds.
Those of us who have known her
for two years can’t remember even
one unpleasant expression blotting
out that smile, nor a single word
raised in complaint. We would be
more likely to remember a quiet grin
over great stacks of morning mail
(from her doting Mother, she as
sures us), or those ecstatic whoops
after a Jong distance from Carolina
or Davidson or Clemson or any num
ber of other places. Or we would
remember how positively delighted
she was to see S'andy (who wasn’t
Sandy at all—but Joe). Or how she
made life miserable for us by so
eifieiently entertaining our dates.
Or perhaps we would remember that,
as a Freshman, she was one fault
less bed-maker who enjoyed her tri
als more than we did. Or maybe
we would just remember that she
shod great crocodile tears over
•lohn Jr. while still smiling at that
EMMA TRASK
The second day of school I passed
a girl in the hall. I stopped dead.
I even turned around and stared
. . . no, it wasn^t Kitty. But who
was this freshman who looks so
much like our favorite child? S'ud-
denly an' idea gleamed. I went
back.
“Are you Kitty McKoy’s sister-
in-law?” I asked.
And she is. She’s Emma Trask,
sister of the as yet unseen but fa
mous, Beanie; and in that capacity,
she was well-known at Salem long
before she ever saw the place.
Emma thinks Salem is fine; but,
like the best of freshmen, she was
just the tiniest, bit homesick after
the newness wore off. She wanted
to talk about Wilmington; about the
nine other Trasks (eight brothers
and one sister), about that new Wil
mington air base, which she says is
right in her backyard and which is
all very gay except for the over
flow of soldiers onto the Trask prem
ises; and most of all she wanted to
talk about Kitty and Beanie with
someone who knows them ... or,
at least, knows Kitten.
Emma isn’t hard to find. Just go
up on third Olewell and walk until
you see a room with a great crowd
of girls piled into it. That will be
hers. She and her roommate, Nan
cy Snyder, hold continuous open
house . . . all day long every d.ay.
And besides these purely social ac
tivities, Emma is a business student
and a member of the Freshman Dra
matic Club.
She seems shy at first, but when
she gets used to a person, she does
n’t mind talking a bit. She looks
very much like a little girl with
her soft, short hair, her hair rib
bons, and her shining neatness. Yet
she always manages to look cool,
unruifled, and dignified. Despite
this poise, something in her eyes
tells you that a spark is there ready
to burst into flame whenever Emma
Trask sees anything which needs a
staunch defender.
“MOTHER STRONG”
MAKES SALEM
CAMPUS HER HOME
MARTHA’S
MUSINeS
gorgeous be-uniformed creature.
There she is, but not in a nut shell
. she’s too vivacious to catch
and hold with words. If you don’t
know her, arrange to: we guarantee
you’ll loVe her.
How It All Began
(Continued From Page One)
In 1860, at the outbreak of the
Civil War, Salem had taken on a
new face. Her enrollment was at
its peak; for gentlemen from Texas,
Georgia, South Carolina and Vir
ginia realized the dangers of war
and sent their children to out-of-
the-way Salem for the duration. But
the school, unable to provide for
this swollen student body, accepted
only the pupils who brought along
ueds, but still the Academy, dur
ing the trying war years, sheltered
nearly 200 Salemites.
At this time, the large enroll
ment wasn’t Salem’s only disting
uishing feature. On the contrary,
gas lamps had replaced candles; and
individual rooms had replaced the
large sleeping one. Young ladies no
longer took their ‘ ‘ daily dozen” by
scampering tr the basement to wash
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faces, for one large W’ash room was
located on each dormitory floor.
These modern conveniences made
Salem life more comfortable, but
one minor necessity, food, was ter
ribly scarce. Principal Fogle often
searched days for two pigs. After
they had returned to Salem as late
as midnight from a week’s journey,
they began their food search again
before daybreak. Riding only fif.
teen miles for a few sacks of corn
was a pleasure. Innumerable times
the two galloped for weeks to get
a little bacon for the ravenous Sa
lemites, and found that chickens
were a mere twenty miles further.
So, without rest, they cantored off
for more food for the academies.
On April 10, 1865, the greatest
shock of all jolted the students.
The Yankee army invaded the city.
In the midst of the confusion, the
principal urged all the girls, as
well as the townspeople, to bring
their valuables quickly to him. The
students lugged everything from
money to side saddles to the of
fice, andi Principal Boner swiftly
moved all the articles to a vaulted
cellar in his house. In addition to
the girls’ things, he put all the im
portant papers, money, and valu
ables property of the school in the
excavation. He also tethered the
two sleek black horses of the
Academy in the large space under
Main Hall, thereby saving them
from the raiders.
Soon after General Lee ^s surren
der, General Stonehian’s army with
drew from Winston without harm
ing any members of the Academy.
And, with the relief of peace, came
frightfully difficult problems. Sa
lem’s: enrollment dwindled to a very
few. Old families Wanted to edu
cate their daughters, but poverty
and desperation snooted no one.
Not until 1878, therefore, did Sa
lem begin to re-“ arise, crowned
with light.” It was in this year
that the Senior Class first received
dilomas. Simultaneously the music
and academic departments were en
larged
(To be continued.)
This week-end seems to be “back-
to-home week-end” for a lot of up-
per-classmeu. Only freshmen get
homesick ... or do they?
Anne Hobson presented the rarest
reason ever for going home—iShe has
to go dig, up her gladiola bulbs . . .
eally now, Anne!!
For some unknown (?) reason,
these Salem girls have turned big
scale domestic. Clewell’s third floor
is now a cooking scliool, and the
second floor boasts ai millinery shop
Wonder when first will start tak
ing in washing?
And there are those two Seniors
w'hom we refuse to mention again
they have dated every night this
week. Poor Andy.
Incidentally do you suppose the
Bell Telephone Company had Bitting
in mind^bout that announcement
on Thursday? Could be!
We arc convinced now that Freud
w'as almost right about the center of
civilization — such a heaving of
sighs, dreaming of dreams, 'staring
of eyes you have never seen unless
you heard Bunny sing “My Hero”
at the Doris-Vivian party AVednes
day night.
Stucky was so impressed by one
Wake Forrest member that she
can’t remember whether she dated
Charlie or the other one. Just what
did you expect of 4-Fers?
Kinda hope the travel-ration does
n’t keep Lib from Illinois Thanks
giving. Wilicn she gets the marry
ing bug, we’re all doomed.
And about those heavenly blue
butterflies on white chiffon—we
hope they’ll survive.
Wonder how Mot vvould spend a
week-end at Salem? It’s worth
speculation.
It’s no great wonder Inez is such
a short duck—the nervous dither
she goes through before each of
numerous dates is apt to curtail
’most anything.
V. V. Garth certainly was beam
ing Monday. Red roses and a long-
distancei call from Jimmy might ac
count for it.
A special from Gene and a letter
from Max in one morning’s mail
really put Susie, in a dither, which
one do you guess she read first?
Doris Little is doing real well
with the Med students. She has
another one on the way this week
end.
Talking about returning calls, re
minds us of Mary Alderson. Last
week-end she went up to V. P. I.
to see him—this week-end he is
coming to see her. (Must be nice).
If .you want to be attacked en
masse, just go over to Hattie Strong
dorm yelling for “Cleo.” Every
body in the plaee is now named
Cleo. W3iy? . . . don’t ask us.
Sunday was a' big day for Lib
Morris. Teansey Hodges popped
“the question”—and it looked like
she said “yes.” The love bug ap
parently specializes on freshmen.
Fran and Boo had a fine time at
the fair, but they got mixed up
with . . . well, you can tell us all
about it, girls!
Nightmares give Margaret Bui
lock a fit. She fell out of bed and
sprained her ankle. (Maybe it was
the Beauty Rest mattress).
After that wire from Bob, Mae’s
week-end will really be plenty rosy
... A couple of Carolina big shots
are coming this way. (See Pat and
Betty for details).
“Little Ray of Sunshine” Frankie
Kilby came up to see us last week
end. Just like old times. How about
that, Khaeky?
Betty Burnette is truly on the
ball the.se days. Her blind date
from Davidson has written twice
and is going up to Roanoke to see
he«\ this week-end . . . heh, heh . . •
she ain’t even going to be home!
The Sophomores who migrated to
Davidson last week-end came home
“tired but happy” . . . Wo/sten’s
date this week-end is from Chapel
Hill . . . Variety is the' spice of
life, they say.
One very bright sunny day in Sep
tember, expectancy reigned in the
area of the portals of Hattie Strong
Residence. Faces kept popping out
of Mother Strong’s apartment door
and disappearing. Mr.. and Mrs.
Weinland and 1 with Mr. Roy Ellis
and Odell (with visions of much
luggage in his head) were standing
around and watching the driveway
every minute. Suddenly someone
said, “The train is half an hour
late again.” So everybody disap
peared once more.
Such lovely flowers awaited the
coming of one who has done wonders
for Salem girls. On the mantel over
the fireplace, on each little table
be.side her bed, and in the sun-room
were gay bouquets. It did not mat
ter that last minute Venetian blinds
were being hung by hurried work
men; for, in spite of this detail,
everything in the apartment looked
lovely and shining, awaiting the hap
py little lady who was to make Sal
em campus her home.
But Odell was running to the car
and everybody followed. Out she
stepped. Mother Strong, smiling and
holding out her arms, so eager and
happy to be back at Salem at last
after more than a year. Gaily we
almost lifted her over the thresh-
hold of her new homo, and watched
her catch her breath at the first
sight of the spacious rooms. “My
dear,” she said, “I had no idea that
it would be so large.”
Then began her trip through the
rooms exclaiming over every loved
piec^ of furniture all of which had
been sent ahead and held memories
of several different homes in the
past. ’And finally to bed to rest in
her sunshiney pink and blue bed
room where often she will be re
ceiving us all most cozily.
Mother Strong takes up her resi
dence on Salem campus with much
happiness, leaving behind her the
turmoil of the national capital.
With her came her daughter, Mrs.
Corrin Strong, after whose husband
Mother Strong’s beloved son Corrin,
our Refectory is named. It was
]\rrs. Corrin Strong’s first visit to
Salem and altho she stayed only
four days she was truly charmed
with our beautiful campus and our
unusual buildings, and we in our
turn were charmed w’ith her.
Mother Strong has been a “fairy
godmother” to Salem, with two
new splendid up-to-the minute build
ings to her generous credit, and we
give her a royal welcome amongst
us.
Especially lucky are her nearest
neighbors, the girls who livo in
Hattie Strong Residence.
So often Mother Strong quotes
what Dr. Rondthaler said to her in
his first letter inviting her to visit
us: “We want you to be with us
and to tread the quiet paths of
Salem.”
—Katharine Rondthaler.
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Greta Garth is rather excited. It
wouldn’t be ‘ ‘ Bus, ” would it,
Greta?
Guess who Boots is coming to see?
. , . that’s right . . . Stoney.
We’ve never seen such bosom bud
dies as Garrison and Smoot have de
veloped into. We never heard of
the proverbial triangle taking quite
that twist before!
Betty Swain is going to keep up
Gamp Pickett morale this week-end
... or should we narrow it down to
Tom’s morale?
Judging from the length of the
telegrams she has been, getting late
ly, Humbert must have run into
some millionaire—Better hang on to
him, Barbara.
Betty Jean Jones’ Med student
in Philadelphia is all set to fly
down to see her—since she’s in the
hospital, maybe he can pick up
some points on bed-side mannering.
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