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November 5, 1943. THE SALEMITE . . -■-L Page Three. How It Feels To Have Ten Thumbs Until the time comes for you to be the victim, you think being a maid at the Practice House happens to the best of juniors—those taking a home economics course. Then, when you go on duty for the first time, you begin wondering if you’re taking the right course after all— maybe English would have been better. Oh well, it’s too late to change now. If Emily Post were only a post to lean against to steady yourse'lf and not something to follow! Now, do you serve plates from the left or the right? It’s bound to be the left —you always come around with the left and that may be boxing lingo, sister, but who ever said that serv ing a meal wasn’t a fight. First lesson learned: You begin to un derstand the current servant prob lem. The first mfeal you serve at the '^P. H.” you’ll probably forgst something like the salt and pepper. Then, by dinner that night, you’ve improved so much that you leave off something more important—like nap kins. The tea cups do a flip-flop on the saucer as you plunge through the swinging door for the first time with both hands occupied. (It ccfr- tainly is nice to have a hostess who takes upon herself the blame for all your mistakes.) You serve the beverage, pass the bread, and sit down. Just aa you start to take that delicious and nutritious first bite, somebody wants some water. At this point yon wish you had had enough foresight lo build a tank or Boulder Dam back of her. Before you know it every one else is ready for dessert—and you’ve just started! How can you be pa triotic and eat everything on your plate? What has been put on the table must come off. Now what does one take off first in this bewildering strip-tease? How about the salt and pepper? We forgot that before but never again. Emily Post says the meat is taken off next. “Miss Em ily, what if they ain’t no meat left?” (Meat left nowadays? With Stone, Richards, Cozart, Jones, and Miller there? Ha!) Take the empty dish off, stupe. The last mpal of the first day ends. The rest is fun. Clumsiness van ishes. By the last time you want to keep doing it and are looking for ward to being in the “P. H.” But after that first day. Your only suggestion will probably be to say the blessing after tlie meal in stead of before it—You’ll feel much more thankful then. FILTH COLUMN REPORTING: GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY? How are your motives and emo tions these days? How do you feel after the murder yon just commit ted? What cdmes to your mind at the mention of “glue”? Industri ous students of psychology will un derstand, but to those who don’t, let me explain. A real honest-to-goodness experi ment was performed in psychology class. Two victims, selected from class, were given instructions on ''^hat to do for the next five min utes. When they returned, they ivere given a word association test to see which one was “emotionally disturbed,” (thus significance of “glue”). It really worked, too. After all if you had just seen the man you had murdered, wouldn’t you be a little upset, too? The innocent victim, on the other hand, had just strolled over to the Office Build ing, waited five minutes, and re turned in the calm and easy way. Each was taken in the room separately; one—shaking and chew ing fingers, and the other beaming with innocence. The victim sat down in the chair indicated. While she tried to think of words that came to her mind at mention of oth er words, three “detectives” ob served her. One held the stop Watch to time the speed of answer ing, one wrote the record of the time, the other just looked to see if the victim was blinking her eyes or such. Thus the guilty suspect was found. Moral; Don’t murdefr people. Crime does not pay—especially when you’re a student in psychology. Week’s News (Continued From Page American troops over ran the entire Western flank of the Germans to cap ture Massico and Mt. Grace. Official reports stated that the Germans were anchoring their new defenses in the Auraci Mountains. ON THE HOME FEONT: The news at home this week has Centered wholly around the various Coal strikes. President Roosevelt de livered a back-to-work ultimatum; The United Mine Workers’ Policy Committee failed to convene for ac tion; so the strikes continued. Wednesday United Mine Workers’ ^'resident, John L. Lewis called off the strikeof 530,000 coal workers. Lewis succeeded in concluding a government wage contract with Coal Administrator Harold L. Ickes pro- ■''^iding more money for both soft Coal and antharcite workers. The 6. O. P. held its ground politi cally this week. Republicans elected ^ governor in New Jersey, a lieuten ant-governor in New York, and cap tured the mayoralty in Philadelphia. EIGHT ALUMNAE RATE HEADLINES Reunion in Northampton—Salem girls like the Navy! Four Salemites, Florence Harris and Barbara Norm an, ’41, and Louise Bralower and Lei la Johnston, ’42, are all on Smith Campus in training for the WAVES. The navy takes over where Salem left off. Other ex-Salemites are doing their best to keep up marriage statistics for college women. Mary O’Keefe, class of ’41, was married to Lieu tenant Joseph Wesler Bowman, of the Army Air Forces, on October 30 in Bluefield, West Virginia. Two former Winston-Salem students were recently married here—^Nancy Mc- Clung, of last year’s class, to Lieu tenant Alex Nading of the U. S. Navy, and Rachel Vickers, Business Class of ’42, to Allen Porter. Mabel Lancaster, ex ’45, married Jordan Lacy Webster, U. S. Army, on Oc tober 16 at a church wedding in Fayetteville, and Prances Hensdale, ex ’46, has announced her engage ment to Aviation Cadet Von Autry, Jr., of Fayetteville. They’re all in the service, one way or another. If you see, Salem ites, what future prospects are if these records are any indication. Except I for the various uniforms the Stee-Gee dance reminded us of our almost forgotten pre-war days what with dates and flowers and men, etc. Among the more conspicuous flowers were corsages for Lucy T., Mary Ellen Byrd, Frances Musgrove, (who also received a 20x40 picture of A1 and a gold bracelet). Then come the I. C. C.’s. Well, of course, Kitty Miller was on restric tion so that took care of her date. But Greta and Bet were perhaps the most hacked when the telegrams came saying “Have lost laundry. Can’t cpnie.” Then there’s Mac’s date who sent word that he had heard he was second choice and thanks just the same. We haven’t been able to learn much about the blind dates. ’Tis rather disconcerting to be a healthy, strapping young woman and meet her date—puny, short and emaciated. Oh, well. Life! Ain’t it confusing? Maybe Peggy Witherington can toll. Betty Dunning just ignored her blind date and took off for New York, no less, to give Les a perfect farewell. Then there were Wink, Sonora, and Helen who found someone in High Point more interesting than a dance. Hodges and Snyder made for Roa noke—Fulton and Manning to the University of Virginia. In the words of Manning. Is there any need to mention V. V.’s and Dot Leonard’s' trip to Athens? Sparkling eyes and smiles tell the story. Speaking of spark ling eyes, how about Elizabeth Ann and Ferris. Anybody that would ride a bus for a whole day—^well, must be! Of course, along this line, we couldn’t miss Butch and Jimmy— you’d think it was spring. That “beaming countenance” of Miss Nimmocks is because, of a 12 page letter, no less, from Phil over seas. And Aileen, too has heard' from Ed and there are many more overseas letters coming in regularly. The best O. 8. news we’ve heard lately is from Hawaii and Bud Bod- gers. Ask Helen Me all the glad de tails. Don’t miss the society section of the Charlotte Observer—there’s a surprise in it. Speaking of surprises, Virginia Me. has it on everyone— a new fur coat, a new purse, and two new hats . . . and it stays warm! Mac’s other was a drop-in visit from David. She was excited. Excitemciit ran high Saturday night over the best dancers we dis covered at the dance. They were LIFE IN THE PRACTICE HOUSE The first Monday morning was the worst. The tin alarm made a most ungodly clatter—and the sick reali zation that it wiis only 6:30 A. M. was a bitter thought. No more, for three weeks, could I swat the clock, turn over comfortably and sleep till the room-mate decided to get my breakfast. No—this was the Prac tice House and the rising groans of my two new room-mates brought me slowly from the bed. From this point on—utmost con fusion reigned that first day. It seemed that Charlotte (No. 1 room mate) couldn’t open her eyes for an liour after she got up—and it took the combined efforts of the rest of us to keep her from pitching head long down the stairs on her way to the bath room—or breaking off pieces of furniture as she traveled from one place to another. Becky (No. 2 room-mate) had only one bad habit in the morning—she sounded like a tired old steam shovel—such groaning and sighing! The com bined opinion of all seemed to be that niy besetting sin was a total inability to get up at all. And so—that first morning—we traveled kitchen-ward to start break fast. Considering that no one was awake, it was a darn good break fast. Though, I don’t mean to brag, I might say here, that the food in the Lizora Hanes Building is plenty good. At least we all have five good jKiunds to show, for our three weeks there. There were times of course— when in the process of food prepa ration—one could easily get into such a perturbed state that a paring knife might be mistaken for a dag ger. Such rare (?) disturbances were likely to come about when one walked in at 5:45 and found the rolls forgotten. But to offset the minor difficulties, there was always Becky, a veritable Nero, who could giggle even if the rolls were burn ing. She even laughed when the ration book got lost. In fact giggling and eating seems to have occupied all our time, except that spent on getting ready to eat. If Mrs. Meinung has a different story — especially about giggling— just attribute it to six weeks tests. We used very unique blessings in the Practice House—brought about by flustration in the most acute forni: j “Come, Lord Jesus, our guest to be. And bless this food prepared by Thee.’ ’ At this, the cook usually quits ■because she isn’t appreciated. And then, there’s a blessing of Becky’a: “Oh Lord; Oh, Lord—Oh! Lord! I’ve forgotten it!” In spite of the many times I swore to eat in restaurants for the rest of my life—to stay single if marriage meant housekeeping—to go on a liquid diet if I had to cook —^es—in spite of the hard labor— the Practice House was fun. And here and now—^I put in my vote for one of the swellest sports on the campus—^Mrs. Meinung. With per fectly good faith she called the number we left for her—and upon finding it was a fraternity house— giggled almost as hard as we did! Presenting,.,. ANN DOXTTHIT A feather cut, constant laughter and friendly smiles that betray her beautiful white teeth, a sense of humor that excells all, and a heart in the right place—that is Ann, better known as**Luke.” Luke is like a playful song on the piano, the tinkling of ice on the side of a glass, or taffy candy ready to pull. You can’t look at her without supplying a background of bright chintz, light airy rooms, and happy carefree crowds of un sophisticates. Her interest runs in all direc tions. She not only does well in academic subjects, but she also takes part in sports, clubs, and is a part of the Smokehouse Gang, al though she is one of the few who do not smoke. The knitting craze is really a laughing matter with Luke. Why she has been knitting for agesi I’m sure you have heard of the white scarf she made and lately she has been seen untangling some more white wool. Is she .starting another scarf, or will she try sox or a sweater this timet Yes, Luke is from Washington Wasihngton, North Carolina another North Carolina girl who is outstanding at Salem. MABGARET YOTJNT It is hard to be a “successful transfer.” To know, and to be known, requires personality, that in dividual something that makes one outstanding. Margaret Yount, soph omore from Saint Mary’s, is «ne who can be given this title. Her warm recognition smile is no new attraction—it was there early in September. Neither is it hard to verify that she is known on cam pus. At first she was recognized as a trim, tweed-loving business stud ent with large friendly hazel eyes. Then someone might have told you her name and that she is from Hickory. This meant more when you associated her with the hilarious second floor of Strong, with horse back riding, or with her ability to do bookkeeping. All along you liked her admirable neatness (even at breakfast) and her quiet poise. Getting to know her better, you found that she is sponsoring a Duke- Carolina rivalry. Her week-end bag has remained packed; Sa^em on Sat urdays and Sundays is still a nov elty. Crowds at football games and Carolina yells, bridge games in a smoke haze, exciting formals, bull sessions and inevitable classes melt into a pleasant picture which Mar garet frames as the beginning of her first year at Salem. the dates of Martha Sherrod, Emily Harris, Edith Longest, K. Trayn- ham, IVfary Louise Bhodes and D. Little. Of course there were many others we didn’t have the opportun ity of meeting and ssss-ssss-ss seeing. Quote Nancy Hiatt: “My man is here; haven’t een him in two years.” Nuff said! These unpredictable freshmen had a big week-end for their first col lege dance. Such dresses! Such dates! Such dancing! Come on, up perclassmen, it seems as if the fresh men have been one up on you since the first day they got here. Speaking of dates—did you no tice all the good-looking civilians at the dance. Fair Miller certainly knows how to pick her men. Better watch it. Fair, Mat won’t like for you to be having such a good time while he’s gone. Frances Elder, what was your trouble at the dance? Seems as though Light was giving you quite a race to see who would dance more with Walter. I heard he mentioned her in his letter too. You have to look out for these Yankees. Paratroop boots are becoming a regular sight on the campus every week-end. How do Bill and Dick get passes so much, Ellen and Anna bel? It’s a nice life. Did you notice that look Bemico Bunn wore all week-end? Maybe “Bo” is the cause of all that . . . To quote the former, “Some of the lights should .be taken out of the arch after a dance. Now, not all of the freshmen went to the dance. How was Lancaster, Carol? Explain the telegram tell ing him, “prepare for a big week end”? Have fun? “Hack,” what do you mean that you’ve got to see who’s written the sweetest letters so you can see who to be nicest to this week-end at home? A two-timer, Hack? Coit, was that fair to shake Charles’ hand at the door Saturday night? He didn’t like it at all. Too many people? Nobody else seemed to mind the crowd. Who was that sophomore transfer who seemed to be enjoying every dance so much? That’s your alert signal, Kitty. Martha Walton and Pat Oromelin did seem to like their blind dates. Do we hear different? Bettye Bell, what are you gonna do about those three frat pins when Christmas comes with three men at home all at the siline timet While we are on the subject of frat pins, Janie seems to have done right well for herself. You had us fooled for awhile. Maybe there’s a Jack on that “Tom, Dick and Harry”t Although he didn’t quite make it to the dance, Teau, two calls and a telegram aren’t to be laughed at, “Huck,” how does it feel to have a love letter materialize in the form of 6-feet-2? , Almost had to call time on him Sunday. With the exception of Mr. Cur- lee’s math 1-C, third floor Clewell will be silence personified this week end. Quoting Dr. Willoughby, ‘ ‘ They’re fugiting home.” So we can see that on the campus, a good time was had by all. Surely we must include the soldier’s enter tainment attended by Jrs. and Srs. Nobody seemed to miss meeting Tommy Dorsey’s former drummer. Have you heard about the senior who “Boogie-Woo-gi-ed”? Held up the whole dance. One senior seemed to know her date quite well .before the dance was over. Perhaps you know who we mean. Many of the alumnae will be visited this week-end ^K. Traynham will visit Frankie Kilby and Normie will visit Cootie . . . Happy birthday to Lucy! Lois was honored by a visit from Bail last week-end. Looking mighty well! Davidson nearly took the campus over last week-end—it looked a lot like old times. There were many dates from there, how about it Gloria, Mary Frances, “Bushy,” Helen and Betsy?? And this week-end aomong those excluding there ?,ddlit eta et et those exodusing there for home-com ing is “Charlie” Watson, who will sponsor. And so we must bid adieu until next week at the same time. If you enjoyed the dance last week-end and would like to be entertained every week-end send in your name and a $500 bill and we’ll see what can be done. “COMINa IN ON WINGS AND A SONG” To those who love and understand it, music is as invigorating as an airplane ride. A transport passen ger and a concert-goer both experi ence the same tingling, excited sen sation of expectation, a feeling which increases as time for orches tra or plane to take off approaches. When the first four notes of Beeth oven’s “Fifth Symphony” zoom skyward, the listener is swept into the clouds. There he floats in a musical realm of his own, until— alas!—his destination is sighted. With an abrupt “thud” his Beethov en P-40 lands, bringing him back from the celestial to earthy reality. He has, however, an advantage over the people who actually fly; without moving an inch, he flew! Of course, if he wanted to get from one place to another, that would be an en tirely different matter!!
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