Friday, Nov. 6, 1942.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
Women of the Week
1
BAEBAEA HUMBERT
If you’ve ever had a Great Dane
puppy, you’ll know what sort of
person Barbara Humbert is. Gang
ly and a little awkward, she
thumps and bumps around school in
the most lova-
b 1 e fashion.
She has that
air 0 f inno
cence and that
trust in people
that brings out
the protec
tive instinct in
most of us.
Having lived
in the North
and South, in
the West and Far East, Barbara has
acquired a sort of naive sophistica
tion . . . making friends with her,
nevertheless, is awfully easy. She’s
Hie best of companions . . . honest,
sincere, and cooperative. She’s so
Ouch fun to be with that she makes
iull people seem delightful and
simple remarks seem witty. She
studies when necessary . . . but
"’hen it’s not necessary, she’ll run
Ip and down a hockey field, ride a
liorse, swim, or deal out a hand of
liridge. She’s the sort of girl who
'!an climb into a pair of overalls
5nd enjoy a bit of rural life . . .
Or who can just as easily don the
stnart tweed suits she likes and be
perfectly at home in any city.
Like the puppy, Barbara some-
Wmes has to break her bonds . , .
It’s then that she really comes to
life. Her eyes sparkle and shine,
l>er nose wrinkles up into a grin,
atid her body fairly wiggles with
anticipation. On Black Thursday,
though, she may not have seemed
ijuite so full of life . . . her eyes
still sparkled, but her face would
kave been the pride of any poker
shark. Not one flickering expres
sion marred its mobility as she stood
^'’er the freshmen, even little sister,
Jtist as though they were personal
Enemies. She made them hop, crawl,
'fash clothes, and most everything
^Ise.
Tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed Bar-
^^ra is a charming part of our cam-
life ... a part we’d hate to
'lo without.
FEAHCES TUKNER
Red, yellow, and vivid green
sweaters . . . good looking tweed
skirts, Stroock suits, sport hats,
Harris tweed coats, and alligator
pumps. It all symbolizes Frances
Turner, the
striking brun
ette with mis
chievous eyes,
devilish e y e-
brows, and a
knock-out
smile.
Frances is a
business stud
ent who plans
either to grad
uate in June,
1943, or bust . . . our only objec
tion! is that we; wish that she would
change her motto to “’46 or bust,”
and stay with us for three more
years.
Frances isn’t just an ordinary
lassie . . • she has a definite mark
of distinction in her Virginia toned
voice with “oouts” and hoouses,’’
whicl^ are the real McCoy. Frances
is from Martinsville, Va., a small
town just a hop-skip-and-a-jump
over the North Carolina line. Her
voice is, however, only one of many
unique characteristics . . . she love^
to eat between meals; but when
meal time rolls, around, she diets to
keep that girlish figure and school
girl complexion.
Frances’ interests, other than her
one love (which isn’t, she claims,
mere infatuation), center around
movies and bridge. Off and on all
day, one can find her sitting quietly
in the smoke house. After lunch,
one can find her reducing her finger
tips and wearing down her finger
nails typing. During the latter part
of the P. M., one can find her al
most anywhere. After brief amount
of studying, she circumnavigates
third and first floors respectively.
Then comes bed time and she nestles
down on her own cot in 318, Clewell
. . . telling her roommate, Bet Han
cock, events of the day and good
night stories. (Incidentally, they
haven’t changed roommates and
don’t intend to!)
To me Frances is tops ... A fine
girl who really deserves the best
always . . . Here’s to you, Frances!
FROM THE STACKS
TO YOU
Of Rags and Riches
—Barbara Humbert.
I could see the heat coming up
the sidewalk as I walked down
the wide street of Tientsin. On
either side stood tall European
^’uildings—the Bank of America, the
■'American Embassy, and over on the
^orner, a real drug store which had
cream from cow’s milk. Glane-
down the street, I saw American
*^l*ildren playing in a park lined
''’ith big trees and patterned with
Sfavel walks. I had to jump back
^rom yellow taxis speeding down
^he left side of the street. I hailed
® rickshaw drawn by a yellow-skel-
®ton of a coolie and started home,
^his was China in the Ameican con
cession in the summer of 1936.
In the Chinese section of Tient-
fta, there are narrow streets stink-
’Jig with garlic odors. Two or three
jjttle, underfed Chinese boys sit
listlessly on a wooden box while
’ the hot sun dries the small^fish they
eager to sell. A beggar with a
®lthy hat grovels on the sun-baked
''oad, his legs stretched out to re-
J^eal a huge, uncovered sore. A
"Orde of noisy flies buzzed around
t, but he is too lazy to brushj them
On either side of the street
Jhere are tiny open shops, swarm-
with yellow Chinamen. While
'he sellers sing out their bargains,
'■he money changers counted the
'hange—gyping you, if they can.
the shops, innumerable bright
t*ajama sets of cheap glossy ma-
tfirial hang beside beautifully em-
|*roidered coats. On the tables
^^ass elephants, yellow and red
t*owls, and chop sticks are scat-
*'®red in dime store bargain base
ment fashion. Every shop and joint
®Ustles with activity.
The wide open country is flooded
^ith water, and the peasants in
^igh boots and big straw hats wade
ground picking rice. On occasional
Jills there are shrines to a God.
1 the distance, little thatched-vil-
'^ges lay dead while the sun sucks
up the last dram of life. On the
horizon, a narrow line is just visi
ble—:a line which is actually the
Great Wall of China—a line which,
for all its surface quiet, is a battle
line.
The Forbidden City,^ closed to ev
eryone except the Royal family, Is
one of the many symbols left of
the old Empire. Enclosed by a big
wall, the white marble palaces and
temples stand royally. The marble
steps are carved with snakes, storks
and cupids—all symbols of house
hold happiness. Inside them are
jeweled clocks of emeralds, sapphires
and diamonds; the carved red-wood
throne of the king, the cement bath
tub of the queen; and hand-painted
portraits of the royal family. On
the opposite side of the city are the
palacea of the Sun, Moon and Stars
—palaces to which the Chinesq still
come to worship and give a part of
their meager wages. Spanning a
narrow stream is a gold and red
Chinese bridge which leads into a
shrine lighted with candles in brass
candelabras.
The life of an American in China
is the life of a king! The homes
are big mansions with huge yaids.
Because of the cheap labor, fifteen
servants are not unusual. The beau
tiful country club with its blue-
green pool, the wide race tracks
which are used for racing in the
summer, and for ice skating in the
winter), and the tennis courts is
the place where everyone meets to
enjoy a hot summer afternoon.
American children have no long
school hours every day. Life in
China is lazy, but wonderful.
China with all its smells, peculi
arities, dirt, and filth—with its
beauty, ancient temples, and lux
ury—gets; in your blood. Some day
when the war is over, I’d love to go
back and live again in China.
After six-weeks tests are over,
you’ll want to sit down and relax
with a good book. The library has
the very thing for you. Fourteen
new books have been added to the
Rental Collection this year, rang
ing from non-fiction books on the
war to mystery stories. Why don’t
you treat yourself to a new book?
Following is a list of the new
books on the war:
De Seversky, “Victory Through
Air Power.”
Because of Major Seversky’s
knowledge of military aviation, he
is qualified to give an analysis of
the world situation. Also, he tells
how America can end the war by
setting up a concrete pattern for
victory.
Saint-Exupery, “Flight to Arras.’
In 1940 the author was sent on
a flight over the German lines; the
proportion of safe returns from
these flights averaged one in three.
This is the author’s account of that
experience, written quietly and
practically, embodying his philoso
phy of life, death, and war. It is
the most important took yet writ
ten about the war.
White, “They Were Expendable.”
This is the thrilling story of the
heroic achievement made by Ameri
cans at Bataan. It was told to the
author by four officers, who were
Iresponsible) for trapsporting Gen
eral McArthur safely to Australia.
Seghers, “The Seventh Cross.”
Here is a' story of a man’s escape
from a Geman concentation camp.
It gives a most impressive account
of Nazi Germany, and a very ef
fective description of'German con
centration camps.
Now, we come to the new novels:
Field, “And Now Tomorrow.”
Although this is the last of the
an hor’s too brief novels, it is the
most beautiful of all she wrote. It
is a character study of Emily Blair,
whose family owned the Blair mills
in a New England town. After a
severe illness, Emily is left deaf.
It was the doctor who restored her
hearing who taught Emily the phil
osophy of “and now tomorrow.”
Hobart, “The Cup and the Sword.”
The author of “Oil for the Lamps
of 'China” gives us a new novel.
“The Cup and the SSvord” is a fam
ily chronicle and a picture of wine
growing in the west. Old Philippe
had come from France and built up
a winery in California. The story
concerns his children, and grand
children, and the fortunes of family
business from about 1920-1940.
Macardle, “The Uninvited.”
Now we have an ideal ghost story.
This book is the story of a beau
tiful old English house, situated on
the Devon cliffs, which is reported
to be haunted. The author writes
^it|li a c'prio^s understanlding of
and pity for the ghosts who are as
real to her as the flesh and blood
people in her tale.
Maclnnes, “Assignment in Brit-
, tany.”
The author of “Above Suspicion”
gives us another exciting tale of
war intrigue. Martin ^earne, a
British secret service man, is trained
to take the place of a Frenchman
at his home in Brittany. It is the
story of Hearne’s adventures in his
attempt to gather information for
the English.
Steinbeck, “The Moon Is Down.”
This short nevel describes the oc
cupation of a small mining town,
presumably in Norway, by an un
identified army, evidently German.
Werfel, “Song of Bernadette.’’
This historical novel is the life
of a saint written in the form of
a novel. A poor, fourteen-year-old
girl, Bernadette Soubirous, had a
vision of a beautiful lady, a vision
later declared by the church to be
a true evocation of the Holy Vir
gin. Although the author is a Jew,
he shows profound sympathy for
the Catholic emotion and Catholic
doctrine.
Hargrove, “See Here, Private Har
grove.”
Here’s a humorous collection of
articles about the first stages of
becoming a soldier. The author, a
former news reporter for the Char
lotte News, was introduced to army
life at Fort Bragg.
And last of all we come to the
new detective stories.
Field, “Blood on Her Shoe.”
Here’s a book that’s easy to read,
S’ee—STACKS—Page 4.
MARTHA’S
MUSINGSl
The whole school was on its toes
at the Stee Gee Dance last week
end. Becky protected Stewart from
the Freshman mad rush, by taking
him to the deserted end of the
dance floor—nice going, Becky . . .
That ball of fire, Nancy Kenny,
was really on the beam—^more pow
er to you, Kenny . . . Then there
was the Rosina-George-Mildred tri
angle . . . Who was that glamor
ous creature with the sleek, black
rolls? Couldn’t have been Mary Lib
Allen? . . . Senora’s P. B. I. man
came all the way from S’outh Caro
lina—and in a car, too! . . . And
Buck with Mary Ellen . . . Stu and
Joy had a fine time entertaining
the Med School Students — these
blind dates! . . . Betsy Hancock’s
affections have suddenly turned to
George . . . And why did Helen
MacMillan change her mind about
her date—could it have been the
rushf . . . Yvonne had better watch
her Kinston load of dynamite—he
surely was a target for all the
snakes . . . Those popularity kids
on the dance floor numbered many—
Buck Faw, Campbell Ansley, Dick
Port, and Howard Kerns—Howard,
by the way, gave up his German pin
to Mary . . . Wile bet “Kemp” got
a scare when the “red” haired sol
dier suddenly made an appearance
on the dance floor.
Haven’t heard the outcome of
Betsy’s date with “Booger,” but we
imagine that it was pretty “right.’’
Did Martha and Lib really come in
at four o’clock Sunday morning—
we wonder. Nell Denning evidently
made a big hit on her blind date
Sunday night—What strings do you
pull, Nell? . . . Wake Forest really
hold's attractions, eh. Hazel, Mary,
Fran? . . . Stoney went up to see
Boots for the week-end . . .
Sis has a new picture in her gal
lery . . . Say, Sis, whose rings were
shining on the dainty finger—Jack’s
or Lawrence’s? Garison really
keeps the wires hot between Win
ston and Detroit every Saturday
night . . .Poor “Smut,” complica
tions really set in the week of re
strictions—too bad V. P. I. couldn’t
make the dance. By the way, Lu-
cile, how about giving us the low-
down on getting raincoats cleaned.
What did Jack say in his letter
to Lib concerning thirty days—and
why does Lib float around with a
small eleijhant named Jack, tucked
under one arm—?
'Carolyn West and Mary Boy Ian
are W(est Point bound this week
end. Sophie Sue, Lib, Khacky,
“Butch,” Betty Grantham, Julia
Garrett, “Wink” Wall, Joyce, S’is,
and Norniie are among the few girls
headed for Davidson. V. V., per
usual, is going home to see her “pri
vate.”
Among those who went to Fitzie’s
Wedding were Corrine, Mary Lib,
Jenny Quinn, and Aline. We wel
come back on the campus this
week-end Dot Sisk, Tracey, and
Lucy Springer. Adios, until next
week—same time—same place.
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—it belongs to Time Magazine.
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wo may resort to our prayers in
peace.
—iThe Editors.
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