Oct. 11, 1946.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
MR. ROBERT LEACH
Bachelor Professor Is Neutral:
Likes Dramatics, Dancing
By Peggy Gray
Mr. Robert Leach, who comes t'’
Salem’s History Department after
three and a half years in Civilian
Public Service, has never taught in
a girls’ school before. When I asked
this tall, black-haired young man
(whom a freshman has compared
to Gregory Peckl) how he liked
the new experience, his face lighted.
“I love it,” he exclaimed. “The
girls are interested—they are alert,
always on their toes with the an
swers, especially my freshman class
es. We really have lively discuss
ions.”
He added with a grin that he was
going to remain strictly on the
middle ground when the Civil War
question arose in his American his
tory class!
Although he has never lived in
the South before, he likes Salem
immensely. Being very mucli in-
, terested in old architecture, Salem’s
historic buildings are fascinating to
him. “The people are friendly and
seem to take a genuine interest in
you,” he says. “You certainly have
an attractive group of girls here,
too.”
Mr. Leach’s favorite recreations
are swimming and dancing, and he
was anxious to know if the faculty
was invited to the student dances.
Those who were at the square dance
Saturday night saw Mr. Leach lead
ing the whole group in a new step
called “winding the wadnial.” He
write.«, too, generally on historic
subjects, but he has done variety
shows for student performance.
(I’ierrettes, sounds interesting,
doesn’t he?)
Mr. Leach’s home is in Philadel
phia, and his alma mater is Marietta
College in Pennsylvania. Seeing the
numerous evidences of our rat week
reminded him of “hell week” his
freshman year in college. “I wore
a dog collar for a week,” he told me,
“I really looked comical!”
He cleverly evaded my queston,
“To what do you owe your success
at such an early age?” by answer
ing, “I’m not so young!” But we
know better — seeing’s believing,
isn’t it girls, and he’s eligible, too!
Meanologue
By Nancy Carlton
Between Someone and Her Mirror
I don’t see how I got through to
day. The things that happened!
First, I had to wait in line for
breakfast. Iodine said she didn’t
know she was supposed to get
mine, but I’m sure I told her last
night. I especially remember be
cause I had to wake her up and
it took such a long time. Then
when I sat down to eat, everyone
accused me of not getting the mail.
How can I remember everything at
once?
The 8:30 bell rang before I had
finished getting all the butter from
other tables. I would have gone to
class hungry if I had’t remembered
about the cake Iodine’s mother had
sent her. My hands got all sticky
as I didn’t have time to get a knife.
The last bell rang just as I was
telling Iodine about my troubles,
but as I was just outside my class
room, I wasn’t late.
Lunch was awful, and there wasn’t
enough left for me to take out any
thing. Then I went downtown by
royself. Iodine was going, but the
bus came before she was to meet
hie on the corner. I came back to
study, but Iodine had the parallel
book I wanted. After persuading
her to go downtown, I read the
chapter and wrote a letter before
supper. I wanted to be considerate
so I sent • it special delivery. It
really took a lot of time to borrow
all that many stamps and get some
one to mail it for me.
Iodine got back from town late,
and as no one had saved her a
place at our supper table, I didn’t
see her until after 7:00. She was
just finishing the very problem I
wanted to ask her about, so I did
my homework then. There was a
little disagreement tonight about a
bathtub. Since no one was in it, just
the water, I naturally considered it
Shophound
By now you have probably toured,
for the past week or so, the shop
ping district of our down-town met
ropolis, and perhaps you have not
found what you need yet in the
clothes line, or room furnishings and
fixtures. Shophound’s been hoofing
it at the various and sundry stores,
trying to find these essentials. Here
goes on a few hints:
For the all-time Sweater Girl who
never has had enough sweaters in
her college wardrobe, especially if
she’s just beginning one on a
four-year plan, she brings to mind
the Hadley Cashmere sweaters at
Sosnik’s. They’re the ones “you love
to • touch,” and come in all colors.
If, by chance, you cannot find one
at present, place your order with
Mrs. Watson on the third floor.
There may be a Hadley skirt to
match your sweater there, too.
Sosnik’s also has the B. H. Wragge
sports clothes, and this year the
trend is in stripes, greys, and loud
jilaids.
For the clothes horse who needs
an extra dress or suit'for almost any
thing, Shophound suggests Mon-
taldo’s. Upstairs in the College Shop,
you may find the dress, either a
black or a vivid .color. There is a
bright rose faille with pockets
gathered at the waist-line which
give the appearance of a peplum.
Should show ofP a good figure. The
suit may be found downstairs on the
first floor. Long jackets are back,
and most of them are cut like the
men’s. Skirts are narrow. The qual
ity of the materials is soft, and they
come in beautiful brown and white
checks or black and white.
If you find that your pajamas
have shrunk in the wash, or some
of the buttons are missing, the Ideal
offers a wonderful stock in pajamas,
nightshirts, and night gowns. Their
bath robes are good looking, too.
All these are found on the second
floor.
For the small amount of interior
decorating you may be doing even
yet to make the four walls in which
you live look like those Bates Col
lege ads, you may select materials
for draperies at the Anchor Com
pany, Morrisette’s, or Morris Early.
The Anchor and Morris Early have
tables of the bedside size, lamps,
and rugs. You may inquire for ideas
about how to arrange your furni
ture from Morris Earl}', because they
really know their stuff.
Hope Shophound has given you
a few hints to start out on and
some of the names of the stores and
what they contain. This has been
general information, but next time
we go shopping, we’ll look for .some
thing specific.
free property. Some people are so
possessive!
It certainly has been a full day.
I did manage to get in everything
I wanted to do however. What’s this
pamphlet the “Y” has left on my
dresser? “Time is valuable, but
more important is what you do with
it.” I’ll have to read it soon—when
I have plenty of time.
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Although this year’s students are
the most important campus news, we
can’t let them completely blot out
the ole girls who were here last
year, for they’re news too. To prove
that point we have letters from
five Salemites. And from the sound
of these reports—Well, you decide
whether they’re news or not!
Alice Chiles, a sophomore here last
year, has transfered to the Univer
sity of Texas. Her experience with
sorority rush parties is certainly
something new to us.
“We had a Eushee meeting at
2:00. Then the parties started at
4:00, one before supper and two
after. You drive up to the sorority
house and they come out to meet
you to take you down a long receiv
ing line. You bow and scrape and
make feeble stabs at remembering
names. Then some long skinny arm
reaches out and grabs you and
you sink into the mass of shouting
people. You are introduced to mil
lions. Some over and over again
but you think nothing of it. Just
keep smiling and talking. We had
five of these in one day!”
Julia Garrett, last year’s May
Queen, needs no introduction. She,
too, has things to say about Kush
parties.
‘‘I’m afraid I’d give most any
thing I know to be right back with
you and, believe it or not, I truly
mean that. I can hardly wait to
hear all the news from you.
“Knoxville is more than gay witlf
football season opening yesterday.
Rush week here has just ended and
all I can say is “thank heavens.”
This lil’ street has been slightly
like a madhouse for two weeks—
peace and quiet were unheard of
around here.”
Helen Slye is naturally living up
to all our expectations. She is al
ready singing with orchestras in and
around Bound Brook, New Jersey,
and her interpretation of Salem is
the best yet.
“I miss you very much, and it
seems funny as everything not to
be going back to dear oUl Salem
again this year. I really feel as
though I should be packing and un
packing and wearily trudging up
the path to that stately old building
they call the Music Hall, from
whence there comes the tinkling of
pianos, the melodious strains of
Bach, Handel, and Schubert, and the
piercing strains of a violin sawing
through the scales.
“Ah, to hear once more the
droning of many voices, reciting
their German lessons, to hear the
girls quibble about calculus, and
worry over chemistry. The boister
ous babble of idle chatter in the
smoke-house, the bellows of such
songs as “Let Her Sleep Under the
Bar” in the smoky atmosphere of
that one room where the girls let
themselves go.
“To see once more the fashionable
dress the college girls wear; dun
garees, faded plaid shirts, bobby
socks and hairdo.s, such as was never
seen before except in New Orleans
in the days of the “Sa'ratoga Era”.”
Jane Lovelace is still doing Big
things. She’s in sehool at Tulane
and also doing social work. Her de
scription of New Orleans literally
makes your mouth water!
“Boy, are things popping down
here! I really do work—and hard
and early and late. Visited my first
client in the Slums today. The
French Quarter is strictly O. K.
The food is so good I couldn’t at
tempt to describe it. Tulane is lovely
—palm trees plus G. L’a but the
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rain is the wettest, the most torren
tial yet. Even my shoes molded.
Sho’ do miss all you good Salemites.”
Bettye Bell is a senior at the Uni
versity of Maryland. Her description
of registering makes us know trans-
fering isn’t worth it. See what
you think.
“Well, I must tell you about the
registration. I came down by bus
yesterday to take my little tests
and finish registering. First, I went
up to the old gym. As I walked in
the door a girl grabbed me and
said, “What’s your name?”. I de
cided not to be afraid of her and
finally squeaked out, “Bettye Bell”.
So she slapped a bill in my hands
and sent me over to the next table.
The woman there stuck out a hand
at me and said, “Gimme your course
cards.” I very meekly handed them
over and then she glanced at them
and said “Where’s your bill?”. I
gave her that too. After that I was
sent to the adding machines. I
gave the girl there my bill and sho
added it up, wrote down the total
and gave it back to me. Then I
stood in another line for the cashier.
Well, I got my bill paid and got in
line for a P. O. Box. Then another
line for my athletic fee. Finally, I
saw I was nearing the end—I was
sent upstairs where I was prepared
to have my picture taken. I wish
you could have seen that! One man
wrote my name on a piece of slate,
dumped me into a chair and another
one took my picture. They then
yelled, “Move on! There are others
waiting!”
By Joanne Swasey
They told us there was a new mem
ber of the faculty in the Spanish
Department this year, but when we
went into class the first day, we
thought they had been mistaken.
For Miss Eloise Baynes is not a
new face or a new name around
campus. After knowing and hear
ing of her sisters here at school for
the past few years, we feel as if
she is an old friend already.
Miss Baynes is a Salem graduate
herself and says she feels as if
she is back at home, That is really
true since her homo is here in Win
ston-Salem anyway. She received her
Master’s Degree at the University of
North Carolina in Latin after major
ing in French and History here at
Salem. She taught at Hanes High
School for four years and has been
back at Carolina working on her
Ph. D. for the past year. Her field
is now Romance Philology, which
sounds very complicated and con
fusing, but which she says is “fas
cinating.” As she says, she has
“never liked to specialize in any
one thing—hence her variety of
favorite subjects.”
She gives Salem a nice compliment
in saying that she thinks the stu
dents as a whole are better today
than the}' were when she was here.
They seem to be more serious and
more interested in their work. She
also has decided that she feels more
at home teaching college classes
than she did doing high school work.
As to favorite hobbies and pas
times, Miss Baynes grins sheepishly
and says her favorite one is sitting
and talking. She hastened to add
that all her “spare” time is spent
working on her dissertation for her
degree.
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