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THE SALEMITE
March 1 4, 1947.
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On behalf of the nominating committee, g
On behalf of the nominating committee,
I wish to say that we appreciate the enthnsiasra
and the interest in elections which has been
shown by the student body this year. The
number of students voting in the elections and
the campaigning' for candidates is indicative
of the spirit which we would like to see dis
played in al leampus activities. The editorial
which appeared in last week’s Salemite con
cerning student petitions to the nominating
committee is an example of the constructive
criticism which all the campus organizations
invite in order to be able to correct any faults
in the organization and to clear up any points
which are not understood by the student bod}'.
The nominating committee recognizes the
right of students to petition a candidate who,
they feel, should be considered for a parti
cular office. But such a request on the part of
twenty-five students does not automatically
constitute a nomination but rather a recom
mendation. Each girl that is petitioned for
an office is carefully considered according to
the qualifications which Have been set up for
that office. If the committee feels that she
meets those qualifieations she may be nomi
nated. However, if it is fe^t that the student’s
abilities might be better used in some other
capacity, then the eommittee reserves the
right to refuse the petition. ,
The nominating committee is composed of
representatives from each class and from each
organization. It is felt that this group as a
whole is well enough acquainted with the
activities of different organizations and with
the girls who are active in these organizations
to determine which student is best qualified
for the leadership of each group. It endeavors
in all cases to nominate students, who are best
fitted for the positions. We have tried to keep
an ear to student opinion and, at the same
time, see that the girls nominated for an office
are those girls who most nearly meet the
qualifications for that office.
Connie Scoggin
Lately there has been an increased use
of the library because of term papers and
various other reports. No one appreciates the
inconvenience caused by lost or misplaced
books. Here are a few reminders which are
important for both the librarians and those
who use the library.
P’irst, concerning the light blink at 9:45
P. M. This signal means that all books
should be signed out by this time at the
main circulation desk and downstairs in the
reserve book room. If one is using a reserve
book and doesn’t intend to take it out over-,
night, she is still expected to return the book
by 9:45. This greatly helps the librarian who
not only has to make out the records.but al
so has to check and close the library in the
remaining fifteen minutes before 10:00 P. ]\I.,
S^eondly, there has been some misunder
standing about removing reserve books from
the reserve book room. These books are not
to be taken out of the room except for over
night use. The very fact that these tcooks are
on reserve usually signifies that they are in
constant use and demand.
Thirdly, when books are taken from the
shelves for temporary use, they should be used
near their location on the shelves. It is em
barrassing to the librarian and annoying to
the person checking out the book not to be
able to find any trace of the book.
It is helpful to remember that in every
case, rules in the library are made to help and
to facilitate matters for those who use the
library.
JbecA, £dUo^:
Dear Editor:
The practice, that hertofore has been
customary, of allowing students in tests to
remain as long as they wish after the close
of the period seems to many students to be
unfair. Some students have a class following
the period of the test, and, if the test is
long, they are unable to finish, while others
who have ho following class are allowed to
continue working.
In this case, is consideration in grading
given to the students who must leave at the
close of the period?
A suggestion for solving this misfortune
would be to have all papers turned in at the
same time,'- for instance, at either the first or the
second class bell. This seems to be more fair.
Another suggestion is that the teachers con
sider the time in which the test is to be taken.
Signed, Test Taker
By Catherine Gregory
The alarm clock ran all the way down and Littlo Mumbly
didn’t move. , .
“Whyncha turn offa clock, Stoopid,” said her roommate. She waa
a lovely girl but iilcllned to be surly before she had her breakfast.
Little Mumbly twitched slightly but made no reply. There were
spveral reasons for this. One was that her roommate’s name was
BMOC and Little Mumbly never had really learned to pronounce it.
The other was that she had frozen solid during the night because
BMOC had taken all the cover.
Laughing gaily, BMOC squirted tooth paste in Little Mambly’s
shoes. This pleased her ami she never tired of doing it. This was why
Little Mumbly’s friends called her “Bubbles” in rainy weather.
BMOC was full of merry pranks like that, and she kept Little
Mumbly in stitches all the time. Littlo Mumbly worshipped her
popular roommate and BMOC liked her, too. “A good kid’’, she
would remark to her friends. “She can really take a joke”.
BMOC finished dressing. She smeared cold cream on Littlo
Alumbly’s side of the mirror and left, her laughter floating back.
Some moments later, when the rising temperature had started
again the life processes, Littl® Mumbly got out of bed and be
gan to dress. She groped in the tiny pitch-black closet. Something
fell on her, carrying her kicking and screaming to the floor. It
was a clothes bag. She hung it back up. She chose an ill-matched
sweater and skirt and put them on. As she bent over to tie her
shoe, some one jammed open the door and she was flipped quickly
over. Upside down she thought, “Now why in the world did they
put the closets by the door?”
• Eagerbeev opened the closet door and screamed with laughter
as she watched Little Mumbly crawling out. Several times she play- '
fully kicked her back again. She doubled over with hysterical de
light at the sight of Little Mumbly determinedly fighting forward.
Finally she said “I went tO' the P. O. Whyncho ever go?
Anyway, I broughtcha mail. You got lots.” Little Mumbly cried with (
pitiful eagerness, but Eagerbeev held out for a while.
“Beg me,” she said, but gave in as Little Mumbly began
kissing her hand. She stood up.
“Aah, you got nothing but a Church Bulletin” she said.
Laughing and slapping her thigh at her little witticism, she stopped
over the gurgling form of Little Mumbly and left. “That kid’s got
a good sensa humor” she remarked to someone in the hall.
Little Mumbly got to the dining hall in time for breakfast.
She got little to eat though, for the three people in front of her were-
each getting breakfast for 1.5 other people.
“Toast, no eggs” said Little, Mumbly a.s she leaned over the
counter and lightly touched the toast pan with her finger.
“Hard or soft?” asked the Egg Goddess. “No don’t really want
—oh well, soft,” decided Littlo Mumbly.
“Thain no biskits” said the Bread Goddess in a voice of in
finite sorrow. “Toast”, enunciated Little Mumbly. The Bread Goddess
smiled with gentle understanding and handed ,hOr the plate with
the egg on it.
“Eeally ... I want . . . ” but she had lost their attention.
“A sweet chile” one said the to the other, and then they began
heaping toast and no eggs on a protesting girl behind her.
, She got at the table between two of the largest and most
violent girls in the school. They beat her about the face and iveck
with their flashing elbows and squirted her with grapefruit. They
splashed coffee on her and didn’t pass her anything at all. They
argued in loud voices. Little Mumbly ate her egg in silence and got
up. “Nice agre-eable girl” agreed the two after she left.
j\s she took her dishes back, she dropped her knife directly
beside the faculty table. It made a fearful noise and all the teachers
stopped chewing and looked at her with a hard stare. FraVght with
indecision she paused, mumbled “Fourteen hundred ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue” in an apologetic tone and hurried
on. “Nice, well brought-up child,” said one teacher to his colleague.
During her class Little Mumbly sat and read the Church Bulletin
she had received. She was absorbed in it when the teacher called
on her.
“Mrs. Mouldy Schmaltz has brought us her letter from the '
Goose Greek Church. We are glad to welcome her to our midst,” she
read.
Penetrating observation!” cried the professbr. “An in-,
telligent girl”, he remarked to the class. Eagerbeev was in the
same class and she jumped to her feet, answering the question in
clear, concise phrases. “Shut your face”, said the professor irritably.
He smiled again at Little Mumbly. ‘ Sharp !as a tack”, ho thought.
In the library that afternoon Little Mumbly sat with many
others in the main reading room. She was surrounded by magazines
and she read them intently. She never read the articles, but just
looked at the page' with the names of the staff. Funny names wore
her hobby, and she chuckled softly over ',‘C. O’Conor Goolrick” and
the like. She picked up the Magazine of Diatetics and flipped it open.
At that moment in another part of the room. Clever Endeavor
had begun her daily stunt. She had painted her ears bright orange and
was standing on a table stuffing pages from the Journal of Modern
Philology in lier socks, crying “Spoot, spoot”. The room rocked with
laughter.
Just then Little Mumbly saw the prize name of all time—
Fairfax Throckmorton Proudfit. In her excitement and sheer de
light, she swallowed her tongue. She sat, paralysed, unable to think or
act, stunned with joy, and choking to death.
A teacher saw her sitting calm while the rest of her comrades
cavorted childishly. He was moved to action.
“Stop,” he cried to the room. “Look at this superior creature!
Stop, you idiots, and be ashamed!”
A deathly hush fell on tho room. Clever Endeavor took the
pages out of her socks and began pasting them back in the magazine,
rrying bitterly. Each and every persn looked at Littlo Mumbly and
felt awed. She became a campus leader. She was elected into the
Order of the Cockroach, made Dean’s list, and had other honors
heaped on her. She went onward afnd upward after that day, and
in. time she bacame the First Woman President of tho United States.
Qlo/o/p, QUaU,
A thousand apoligies to Mr. Franck for
calling his D minor Symphony the “New
World” last week . . . was this face red!
Never quote rumors—it doesn’t pay . . .
Thrill of thrills: tea with Mr. Goossens and
his Cincinnati Symphony Tuesday afternoon
... Correction: tea with Mr. Goossens and
part of his orchestra—little more than the
tympani, bass violin, and viola showed up,
])ut such fun! . . Picture a dozen or so music
majors listening gog-eyed while Dr. Vardell
and Mr. Goossens tossed around such names
as “Goetschius,” "Eugene Ormandy,.etc. . .
Best quote of the day came from a certain
Civic Music lady, who made a practice of ask
ing every gentleman that came in the door,
“What instrument do you play?” Two of her^
victims: Mr. Lerch . . . Mr. Rider. . .
Oh, to be the president’s daugliter! Miss
Margaret Truman has landed herself a guest
spot with the Detroit Symphony. . . She will
sing this Sunday night at 8:00, while we glue
our ears to the radio. . . Further details: she’s
twenty-three, a coloratura soprano, had laryn
gitis last week (couldn ’t sing), 0. K. now,
presumably.
The widest grin on this campus belongs to
Gwen Yount, who really did a swell job Mon
day night at THE PvECITAL ... No sooner
said than done, she plunges in to learning
one of the major roles of the Festival Opera
this year. All the while hubby “Rip” looks
chesty , and now and then yanks his stiff
collar, “not used to these doggone things.”
The Winston-Salem*Civic Orchestra is all
set to make its del)ut next Wednesday night.
8:30, Memorial Hall. The conductor: our own
Mr, Lerch, who has done the impossible, ap
parently ... . sometimes no oboes, half the
violins goiie, or what have you! , . Judging
from the sound of their rehearsal SurMay P.
M., they sound good in spite of all the dif
ficulties—Let’s be at the concert—it’s tlie
least we can do!
2>(Utce Qlul.
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■ The modern dancers are two dollars and
fifty cents richer. Duke University has given
this present to all the girls who had planned
to see Martha Graham, the foremost modern
dancer in the United States.
It is indeed a present because on February
20 Martha Graham came to Duke, but snow
came to Salem with a minus two fifty seen on‘
each flake for the trip was cancelled. Duke
University sent us not a note of consolation,
not a snowcheek, but the entire price of the
ticket. It is strictly out of the kindness of
their own hearts—and tlieir treasury—because
the show went on without us. Our thanks go
especially to J. Foster Barnes of Duke who was
re.sponsihle for the refund. '
Louise Dodson.
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