Page Two.
THE SALEMITE
October 6, 1945.
Are You A Guilty One?
A new type of student gathering was in
itiated this week ^v-llen Salem’s student foTtim
convened for .tlie first time. The discussion
ci-ntered around student regulations aiid our
responsi))ility as members to abide ly these
regulations.
Already there have been evidences that
Hie newly acquir-d Saturday privilege is l)eing
abused. After the many hours spent explain
ing our reasons for requesting this new privi
lege, it is our responsil)ility and duty to show
oui' appreciation to those who gi;anted this
cliange by abiding in full by its restrictions.
Again the general appearance of the
smokehouses and individual rooms has caused
inifavorable comment. It seems entirely un-
iiecessaiy to repeat each year tliis complaint
that most smokehouses are extremely tintidy.
Tlip threat of the administration to close these
places was carried out for a week-i nd two
years ago. Even this short period proved to
us that we have a valua])le asset in our campus
living rooms. The next move taken by the
administration may be of a more drastic na
ture. If we co-opei'ate as a groitp and as in
dividuals, this step can be avoided.
Unless the order of individual rooms is
improved, we may find ourselves minus the
present small staff of dormitory maids. This
fact is conclusive in itself. Unless we are de
sirous of doing our own house cleaning weekh%
we must all get to work and show that we
do know how to keep our rooms in reasonable
order.
Freshmen Are Good Sports
Now that Sop]i.omore Court has come and
gt.ne, we find that we like to remember it—
I'ecause of the spirit of the thing! Tb.e fresh-
n;en didn’t have anything on Emily Post when
it came to ])eing the perfect guests at the
so])hom«r(-s’ “honseparty.” To conform with
the informal atmosphere, the freshmen wore
no make-up and their clothes backwards. They
oi rdiently treked to the P. 0. or fell flat on
tl e ground at the slightest murmur of ' "A^r
Kaid!” from a sopliomore. When'the big night
of Kat Court finally came, the freshmen per-
fornied willingly.
Now they have coine out of their disguise
and are ami mg us again—one of the group and
good friends all. And we couldn’t want bet-
tct' sports at, any houseparty—or at any col
lege !
By Virtie Stroup
(And thus this eolninn goes from tlic- (-ducated to iho illiterate in
onr siicj.t week. AVhy it’s enough to write home nbout!)^
Dearest Brother—
I have been working on the Salemite g ang on pretty near three years
now, buf never did I think this column would have a 29 crash. But then
that’s life. What’s Xjife? A ten-cent magazine sold at newstands. What?
Life. What's I-ife? Well, that could go on forever but the judgment-
dny-predie'.ing man is liable to put one over on me.
Becau-e rliis little story is full of smile.s, I’ll have to tell it to you.
There is a farulty member wlio pays the .library a visit most every night
at ten till ten. This is his ten minute entertainment. Somewhere in a
Xorth Carolina' library, there is a librarian who classifies books by their
titles: She put “Harpooning off the Florida Keys” in the music section
and “Building and the Reconstruction of the Old South is now classified
as architecture.
C’osh, )>ut the time is getting short for sending overseas boxes. I
can’t iind a thing to send. But I bet you fellas could go for some of this
■weather we’re having.
And here’s one on Texas. There was a first lieutenant of the U. S.
Army from Chicago on the Breakfast Club who is 6’, 7”. As Sam puts
it, “'Hello, belt buckle.”
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TO THE LABLINGS
Small ortranisms glide through viscous fluid on
a thin glass slide;
Each for its own life fiercely fights, unmindful
of the brilliant liglits
T' at throu.crh it glow and to the eager watchers
show.
As she, with gaze intent, inspects them through
her ihstrument.
Not microbes “needs,” but how their humble
lives may lead,
"Wi'en lightly used, to the uplift of a world
confused.
The cosmos spins; galaxies whirl as dust moves
in a mighty wind,
"While in the astronomer’s eye, aimed through
his lens at the space-dark sky.
]\Iolecules dance, and light beams from elec
trons glance:
Impulses speed through nerve lines for the
brain to read
In its attempt to clear the mysteries of the ce-
^ lestial sphere.
So ii) a murky slime, completely careless of th£
will divine.
F'-ientists seem, with only selfish thoughts, and
not a gleam
heavenly hope, to slowly, 1)lindly grope
T’lq vu’'’ oseless way. P>ut in the sodden clay.
Veiled by the mire, there is a flash of diamond’s
fire,
As eager, thougl^tful men attempt God’s plan
to comprehend.
—Hosalie A. fl-reen. '*
We have a little house on this campus that dozens of girls pass
a day and I bet they don’t even know what it is. (But I didn’t cither
until I was informed). It is the little house next to the Day Student
Can'or. Way back when there weren’t anjj cars—let me see, was that
lij4i (ir maybe 1844?—the girls would ride to Salem Female Academy
fo! Women on h> rses. In this house you put your horse’s saddle and
it w.ju’d stay there until you left for home the next spring. And thus
when this little house is restored it will probably be called the Saddle
House.
Toddle House, Sisters’ House, Lehman House—which reminds me
of the’ educated youth. One day when I was flying out of Lehman
to ca;ch a clao?—it was taking off at 8:25—1 heard this discussion from
two' little :ots on their w'ay to Central school. They were walking by
Clewell’s front uoor:
She: “What’s the name of this building?”
He: “I’m not real sure, but I think it is ‘Lemon House’.”
Even Browning caught that one—“grow old along with me, the
best i- yet to come.”
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Vre' e taking the morning paper in our room this year. You’d be
I
surprised that there’s another page besides page nine. Why, just the
other day, the paper said the Marines had landed again. Hard work-
in;j crowd. Only this time ’twas in China.
^ The wall around the swimming pool has all missing bricks replaced
now .",nd the pool is filled, and I’ve got my swdm suit. But there’s one
thing holding me back. I haven’t got a kerchief or a bathing cap—
ah, shucks.
I saw the tree doctor around the other day but now I’ve seen his
handiw'ork. The long, swaying hair of the willow trees were bitdly in
need (^f a hair cut. And believe you me, they got one. Now their
hair is cut off in the latest hair stylo—bangs.
The library calls it “ Wa_ys of Peace.” Others call it “Ways of
Salem’’—girls singing in the smokehouse after supper, a steady line of
mail hunters, running to catch a bus, eating sugar bread on Sundays,
writing letters, religiously going to the library, making announcements,
“Hi there,” and buying Mr. Suavely out of Book and Store. Yes, this
is a view of Salem I took.
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But I see the end of the page looming up at n}e, so until then.
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The gerls in tJie Shakespeare clays are having a time with their
oijtside reading. A friend told me this one that may add a ilnsh—
“Romeo, Romeo, where art thou?”
“Tp here in the balcony kid, it’s cheaper!!”
But that one doesn’t live up to one in Contemporary I’oelry. Dr.
Willoughby was reading a list of po\;ts for outside reading. And %vhat
did she add but, “Iloy Campbell.” But as she puts it, “It’s not our
Roy!!”
The ser\icemen from Greensboro have added a new tone to the
Campus. The new mingled with the older ...
Salemized yours, |
Sis. '
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The time is came for a bit *of sermon
preaching . . . hear ye, hear ye! Many com
pliments have been received by yotu’S truly
on the music at tlie Home Moravian Church
the first Sunday of school ... so far so good
and thanks a million 1 . . . but I beg, I im
plore you not to ignore the preludes and post-
ludes Dr. Yardell is kind enough to play for
us in chapel—there you have the same music,
the same organist—and when I think of the
foil s who’d walk ten miles to heat* him play
‘‘Tliree Blind Mice,” it breaketh my heart for
yoi! gossip hounds to listen to jabber, jabber,
sssspt. o la la la, instead ^of Bach. You won’t
regiet it, 1 promise you—not if you conde
scend to can tlie small talk for six minutes
per Tuesday and Thursday . . .
'May 1 congratulate Tuesday’s assembly
for its excellent rendition of the first verse
of our Alma JIater. Please note herev/ith
printed the second and third vei'ses of same:
Firm is thy faith, oh Salem,
Thy future service sure.
The beauty of thy heritage •
Forever shall endure.
True is our love, oh Salem,
1’hy nanii' we proudly own.
The joy of comradeship is here,
Thy spirit makes us one.
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I should advise that both upper classmen
and faculty learn the above . . . after all, the
freshmen can sing it backwards . . .
From the odds and ends department we
bear that Mimi! Patrice ]\Iunsel has cancelled
those redding plans she hinted at in her in
terviews here last year . . . but temporarily.
The disappointed groom-to-be is an attorney-
Tch, tch: Fred AVaring ,trii)ped over a few’
words and sprawled on his conclusion. He an-
noni'ced a musical tril)ute to liberty-loving
Sonth American nations and then played:
‘ Down Argentine Way” . . . Ezio Pinza, the
■Sinatra and glamoni^ man of the Met, has
been screen-tested at Universal. Competition
for Lauritz “Thrill of a Romance” Melchoir?
' . . . Wanted: guinea pig voice pupils—apply
at IMusic Hall, Mrs. Stair’s methods class!
Pejtort on the census being taken by Kather
ine Hairston, the elevator girl at Music Hall
—287 people ride up per day and the elevator
makes 138 trips—average . . . ’Bye now . . •