Friday, October 16, 1942.
THE
S A L E M I T E
Page Three.
Women of the Week
ELIZABETH MCLENDON
Polished crystal . . . the tinkle
of iee . . . pale blue silk . . . and
white caniclias. These are the in
evitable sense impressions of Eliza
beth McLendon.
Mac—nick-names are often almost
sacrilege—is gracefully tall, slim
and blonde. She has the hair of
a Jon Whitcomb illustration; the
face of Greek sculpture . . • and
hazel eyes that, twinkle without be
traying anything except utmost se
renity. She never raises her voice
. . . never lessens her poise. You
look at her and can’t help supply
ing a setting: dimly lit, heavily
carpeted rooms . . . beautifully dress
ed crowds of sophisticates . . . lin
gering clouds of smoke and faint
perfume. ...
But she’s simply not the type!
Although her home is in Washing
ton, Mao loves little towns. Her
interests lie, not in dimly lit rooms,
but in a laboratory. Her ambition
is, not to model two hundred and
fifty dollar dresses, but to be a good
medical technician. She loves sci
ence and math . . . she loathes Eng
lish. STie likes hockey, basketball,
and golf . . . and a very particular
man. She’s so full of enthusiasm
that she can’t decide what she’d
really rather do more than anything
else; but she did decide to abandon
a career of medicine . . . life’s too
short and full for such long special
ization.
This, to us, is Mac . . . she runs
deep and quiet and smooth. You
won’t find her, if you wait for her
to come to you . . . you must seek
her out of her unobtrusive place
among the crowd, and discover for
yourself what lies beneath a sur
face of beauty and reserve.
MIL AVEBA
Have you wondered what was be
hind that Dutch Bob, that ducked
head, those interesting blue eyesT
Wo have, and still do. There is no
really “knowing” that silent-about-
herself Mil Avera, but there is a
great joy in little by little finding
her out.
Perhaps you, as I wondered just
who in the blazes was that rabid
individualist whom you certainly
saw the first day of school. Ilere
you were all decked out in a new
permanent and frills; and here was
Mil, with her square hair and a
jdeasant smile, just not caring if
you said, “She doesn’t look quite
like the other three hundred an.l
fifty of us!” Then perhaps you
had a class with her, and wondered
what on earth she was hiding be
hind that propped up arm and
nftekly drooped head. Teacher
would call on Mil, and you were
shocked that she wasn’t asleep at
all—'but that she had been in
there pitching and had come gruffly
out with plenty of mighty good
sense. Then perhai>s you were on
Stee Gee with her, and you real
ized (not so shocked; now) that Mil
was just about the most undeistand-
ing, intelligent member of the whole
council. Or perhaps you just knew
Mil around the campus; she was the
grandest fellow of them all . . . a
gal with a keen wit and a heart
in the right place. And yet that
somehow isn’t all. You see Mil
sitting quietly, the most unassum
ing person you have ever known,
reacting only, with her eyes to all
that goes on around her . . . those
nice blue eyes that are forever al
most telling you the secret, but nev
er quite revealing all. It is that
shy reticence so in contrast to the
hair cut and the reefer that will
win you and make you powerfully
glad to have known Mil Avera.
Hockey Tournament For
Last of Month
; MARTHA’S
MUSINGSl
MINNIE THE KID STAYS ON
CAMFUS
The question came again this week from the sports world
—do Salemites want sports to die? Hockey Manager JFott
Sauvain reported that the turnout for afternoon practices was
far below expectation, and that all the interest seemed to
come from the imderclassmen.
The intramural tournament, usually a great occasion on
the campus, has been set for the last -week in October to run
through the first week in November. From the appearance
of the first few weeks of practice, the trophy will go to either
the Freshmen or Sophomore team. Plans have not been made
definitely, but the* Council hopes to follow, the tournament with
a banquet at which the awards will be presented.
Again the call goes out for an all-out hockey interest.
You can’t
SLAP THATiAP/
Mf
Emily Harris whiles the dragging
hours away these days by writing
“twQ-pagers” nightly to Carlyle.
Yes, Carlyle is a man who lasted
for the duration of her Freshman
year and is still holding the heart
and fort down at Camp Croft.,
Julia Garrett is losing her touch!
Her last week-end’s date wrote her
to get him a date with Sis Shel
ton this week-end—hmmmm—
Bet Hancock was totally upset
and disturbed last Sunday because
two unidentified males called on her,
and one answered to Jimmy’s de
scription.
Greta Garth, the 3rd in the great
line of Garths, got a most peculiar
letter—or was it peculiar. He (the
author of the letter) w'as nonchalant
after centuries since his last letter.
Expect a sweet letter, Greta?
Betty Swain, .Junior transfer,
wants a ring—a man rather. She’s
having a bit of family trouble—
but have patience, Betty—time heals
everything—even family objections.
“P. T.” Traynham has a bid to
Midwinters, Fall Gormans and is
V. P. I. bound soon. It’s a good
thine tho “Punk Affair” was called
off!
Normie and Hoss—I’ll swear!
Hoss sends Normie a life size photo
for her birthday. S’omehow Normie
didn’t get excited or thrilled. Why?
Ask Normie.
Marriage, marriage—that bug has
bit Salem. Mrs. Beal (the former
Doris Nebel), Mrs. Ingram (the Viv
ian Smith that used to be) are
husband-sick. The rest of us are
husband- anxious.
The Freshmen who lunched with
“Wink” Wall last Sunday gained
several pounds so I hear. Don’t
lose those girlish figures before the
1st six weeks. Nevertheless, they
had (^uite a gay time. Miss W^all
is tho second in the line of W'alls!
Who was it got a letter addressed
Mrs. Paul Cash last week? Who
ever it was wouldn’t get it herself.
Looks bad!
Looking over sample stationery at
tho Ijookstore the other day, I saw
some with the heading Nona Lee
and Henry. Looks like Nona Lee
is keeping something from us.
Adele Chase is Penn. State bound.
She has two bids but “Ma” says
she can go cither one time or an
other, but not both. Too bad!
This Garrison-Smoot affair has
put the two on friendly terms. You
have to be close to somebody to
stab ’em in the back!
Polly Starbuck fell out of the
window and all but broke her neck
—all of this effort, pain and suf
fering and still no letter from
Frank!
The Mt. Airy trip made by Mot,
Cootie, “Sut” and Normie last
week was a great success found
Nancy Lou (alias Ninky Luke”) in
fine shape.
Annie H. Bunn had a most en
joyable trip home last week-end.
Tommy was fine!
Could anyone tell us why early
Xmas vacation pleases Rachel Pinks
ton so? Could “Mac” be the fac
tor of all the smile, “Pinky ’?
Lois Wooten seems to write good
love letters. Edith Shapiro had
her write one and Lois got an an
swer. More power, Lois!
“Stu” Snider keeps wires
burning writing to “Med School
Harry.” Eemember conservation
for defense.
Last week-end w'as home-coming
for last year’s “Sister’s girls.”
Sure was good to see familiar faces
back. Know you had fun. .
Mildred Lee is debating over next
week-end’s date. Here I pray that
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eUG SWATff
if you’re not in trim. Let’s have some competition for that
trophy!
As we all know, Salem boasits
some few P. T.’s (better know-n as
prom-trotters) and there has been
some question as to what one of
these celebrities would do if forced
to stay at Salem for a week-end.
Well, we had our opportunity this
week-end to observe the actions of
a certain P. T. who, for the sake of
convenience we shall call “Minnie.”
Now Minnie is the type of P. T.
who isn’t satisfied, with starting her
week-end on Saturday. Oh, no!
She really begins her week-end on
Wednesday getting clothes ready-
for-wear after a very, very few
minutes of heming and hawing.
And come Friday—Minnie is off.
Well, this particular Wednesday
did not find our subject in question
admiring her wardrobe. Nor did
tliis particular Friday find her dash
ing frantically to catch a bus. No,
the picture was quite different, even
though our Minnie had been seen
smugly pouring over an invitation
to V. P. I., one to Davidson, and
one to Carolina. Then there was
the sucker at State who was worth
Minnie’s stringing along. After all,
it took so little on her part and
paid such big dividends. Now right
here wo must say that Minnie is
not a gold-digger. Slie is a mem
ber of I. R. S.
But on with Minnie’s week-end.
It was quite some consolation to the
child to know' that she could have
gone to one of various and sundry
places had she only had permission.
But Mom had been so firm that
Minnie had had to take refuge in
the fact that spending a week-end
at Salem was not due to unpop
ularity. So dinnertime found Min
nie finisTiing up some correspondence
that she just hadn’t been able to
get around to before.
. Satisfied with her accomplish
ments of the afternoon, Minnie
gaily went to dinner after which
she joined the old smoke-house
crew. She' immediately became a
member of Salem’s “ Y ” Tea quar
tette (which is, deep-down-at-heart,
the proverbial bar-room foursome);
and after yelling away several
hours, Minnie decided to put the
body to bed. Bidding tho gang
goodnight, she trudged upstairs;
and after various preparations she
climbed into bed, thinking that one
of Salem’s week-ends might bo de
lightful and rather quaint.
Saturday morning dawned!—cold
and dreary. Minnie (having no
Saturday classes due to several
hours of work with a catalogue and
schedule) turned Over and wont
liack to sleep. But by 10:30 the
dormitory was practically alive with
silly, screaming girls; and, Minnie
observed a little jealously, a few-
lucky ones who were leaving for
the week-end. So, in disgust and
despair, she got up and found to
her surprise that her roommate (who
was so happy to have a week-end
roommate) had brought her break
fast. Gloomily^ Minnie viewed the
cold, hard toast and the shriveling
orange; and thought of the day
ahead of her. She heaved a great
sigh of despair—practically time
for lunch, then she would go to the
smoke house.
Minnie could stand the fog of
smoke no longer; and anyway, all
the girls were leaving to get dressed
for town or dates. So upstairs
again to a room that seemed just
as bare as her whole life. Min'nie
had to do something! She dug in
her laundry bag and frantically
started scrubbing every stitch she
possessed. Slie turned on the radio;
but all she could get were football
games which, naturally, only re
minded her of what she could be
doing IF—! And the more Minnie
washed, the more she hated every
thing about her. She found, how
ever, a certain satisfaction in splash
ing water all over the floor and the
newly-painted walls—and this she
could do to perfection. Oh, it was
a great life! But soon she just
couldn’t take it any longer; off to
the Toddle House for supper. May
be a good meal would set her right
with the world once more. Then,
to make a long story short (?), she
returned to the smoke house with.
the same old grudge, only worse.
Minnie tried a few hands of bridge,
but finding it positively impossible
to concentrate on which suit was
higher than the other, she said her
goodnights and trudged upward
once more.
As Minnie walked into her room
she was faced with her own reflec
tion and, to her great surprise,
found that she didn’t like w’hat she
saw. Consequently, our problem
child decided to do something about
it. A new coiffure? New make
up? Well, why should she bother
about her appearance. There was no
one to see her except stupid females,
so to bed once more. How nice it ■
would be to conceal her misery in
a soft pillow.
Sunday! ;^Dnnie was awakened
by some kind soul saying that she
had callers. Oh, why hadn’t she
made all those nfw beauty experi
ments last night! Why hadn’t she
foreseen that someone would come
today. With these thoughts run
ning through her mind, she quickly
dressed and, in no less than forty-
five minutes, Minnie was rushing
downstairs to greet the blessed
males. She stopped short as she
entered the living room. She focused
her eyes and wished she hadn’t.
No it couldn’t be! Not Mary and
Martha, not really her two little
cousins who lived right here in
Winston. Oh, she could die!
And so wo leave Minnie “dis
gusted and disgusting” until next
week-end when she will be going to
Carolina home-comings.
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