Pap'e Two’^^i
9 KM'au-e Gkoice . . .
It s Dccciiihcr H tli(* calcndai' ways, almost
(;ii fist mas IDoO, and I'm a junior in college.
Outwardly, it seems as if tilings have changed
very little since I have b(‘en at Salem. The
Seniors are getting r(‘ady for Simior V'espers,
the .Inniors are jireparing for the Christmas
Harninet, and tlie “Y” cabinet is planning its
annual visit to the Negro Orphanage. One
look in the news[)ai)er tells me that life is not
the same as it was when 1 came here as a
Freshman in ’48. V. d. Day had been dune 6
of that year, and we hoped that, at least, thei'e
would be peace and harmony among all na
tions. Now in IfIdO we are at war again in
Korea. Tin; boys are fighting courageously
so that we can always have our Christmas
Harnpiet, our Senior Vespers, and our Orphan
age fiarty. lint there is an air of pessimism
surrounding all of us. WE are wondering if
this is our last candlelight service in Memor
ial Hall, onr last festive bamiuet in the din
ing room, and our last visit to the Negro or-
fihans who look upon us as Santa Claus.
No one in my family is in Korea. 1 have
an old(*r sister teaching school and a younger
brotlu'r in High School. I’m not affected
directly by this war; so 1 can c(“lebrate Christ
mas as I’v(' always done. 1 can go home on
Friday, catidi up on my sbn'f), and then get
myself caught in the rush of buying Christinas
|)r(‘sents. I can decorate the front door with
the silver star and t*nt lights and silver tinsel
on the Christmas trc'c. T can switch the I'adio
dial from “Martin Agronski’s Views On The
News” to one of soothing Christmas carols.
I can avoid the news in the paper and look
nstea.d at the comic strips, Dorothy Dix, and
the feature section. 1 can go to parties, sing
“White Christmas”, and drink 'egg nog'. At
Midnight Mass on Christmas Plve, 1 can listen
to the choir and think of the cashmere sweater
Fm getting Christmas morning.
Hut these an* not the things T want to do
during the season which celebrates the birth
of Christ. I want to go home on Friday. I
want to realize how lucky T am to see my
family, and have a warm open fire with stock
ings hung on the mantle. T don’t want to give
('hristmas presimts just because it’s an old
custom. I want to give Mrs. Young, who’s in
our church, a Christmas basket. T want to
give her four little girls a doll, because they
have never known that a Santa Clans existed.
I want to decorate the door with the shining
star and holly, always remembering that it
could h(‘ a gold star in the window. I want
to take a good look at the lights and tinsel
on our Christmas tree to make up for the
boys who have Christmas trees only in their
memories. I wnint to hear what Truman and
the United Nations have to say, and keep this
yi mind as 1 jiop po|)corn and listen to “0
Holy Niglit”. AVhen 1 go to parties I wank
to remember boys who are using canteens for
punch (Mips and water for egg nog. Most of
all, when 1 go to Midnight Mass, T want to
follow the service and offer it for all the
people who are not having the happy Christ
mas that I’m having. When T leave church,
I want to sto|i and look at the manger scene.
As I look ;it the little babe snn’ounded by the
shcphei-ds, kings, and Ilis mother, Mary, T
want to remember that the spirit back of this
chdd in the crib is the only spirit whicdi can
end the fighting and bloodshed.
Yes, It’s December 8, almost Christmas 1950,
and I’m a Junior in college. I’m lucky.
L. D.
^alemitc
Student Leaders Speak On
Problems And Cooperaion
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Music I'.ditor o
’*'”''s-unuel””'^^' McCutcheon, MarTl”yn
Winkie Harris, Stee Gee Presi
dent, takes this opportunity to
thank the student body for their
wholehearted cooperation this year
and to encourage all students to
voice their dpinions and ideas of
self-government in student meet
ings. Last year Winkie served as
secretary of Stee Gee, and the pre
vious year as Sophomore Class
President. She is also on the edi
torial staff of the Salemite.
Beth Kempton, formerly Beth
Kittrell until her marriage last
August, has two main worries:
cooking hot supper for George and
hoping for sunshine on May Day.
She thanks the students for their
cooperation and interest in elec
tions of May Queen and her court.
The May Day Committee is now
working on the program, and Beth
assures us that they will be calling
on us for more help and coopera
tion in the spring.
Squeaky Carson, president of Y.
W. C. A., has been active on the
Y Council for the last three years.
She has also been on the Salemite
staff and the A. A. Council. A
math major from Kingsport, Tenn.,
Squeaky thanks Salemites for their
support of W. S. S. F. Week and
for the Y as a whole.
Clinky Clinkscales, A. A. presi
dent, has played on her class
hockey, basketball, and baseball
teams every year. She asks stu
dents to support their class by at
tending the games. “The tourna
ments are for the benefit of the
student body,” she says, “as are
the sale of blazers and the informal
dances. Get behind your A. A.”
Clinky has also'been president of
the junior class and a member of
the Salemite staff.
IS
Lucy Harper, from Lenoir
president of I. R. S. this year. Last
year she was president of South
Hall and a member of the May
Court. Lucy thanks the students
fpr their cooperation, particularly
in their dress and dining hall con
duct and asks further support of
future I. R. S. projects.
Polly Hartle, president of Pier
rettes, has been hard at work to
make the Pierrettes’ first year as
a major organization a success. She
says, “Our organization has many
plans which need the interested
support of the student body. Won’t
you help us?” Polly is a Day Stu
dent from Winston-Salem and a
member of the Salemite staff.
Sis Pooser poked her head out
of the annual office in the cat
acombs long enough to thank the
students for their cooperation in
taking annual pictures. Sis is right
in the middle of the rush to get
the book to the engravers. Last
year Sis was chosen to be a mem
ber of the Honor Society. She has
also worked on the Salemite staff.
Clara Belle LeGrand, editor-in-
chief of the Salemite is an English
and history major from Mocksville,
N. C. who spends what time she
isn’t practice teaching in the cat
acombs. For all aspiring journal
ists, she has the following to say,
“Forget about your homework and
just get your Salemite assignments
in Tuesday night.”
By Lee Rosenbloom
Time: 2 p.m. Saturday, December 2, 1950
Place: Room 1002 Louisa W. Bitting
Dormitory
Acti sat salmly on the edge of her bedl
Her hands were folded gracefully in her lap]
and her artificial nails, painted “Sertain Se
duction Scarlet” glittered seductively. Aetil
was extremely pleased with herself and witll
life. She was going to the Christmas dance. [
The radio gave forth with the , romantiej
strains of “Tennessee Waltz”. Acti noddeJ
her head back and forth in time with the!
music, refraining from smiling in order tol
avoid cracking the pan-cake make-up >vhichhaii|
been generously applied to her pock-markei
young face. On the back of Acti’s closet dootl
hung her new formal, a lovely creation. ThJ
salesgirl had assured Acti that it not onlJ
made her bossom look larger, and her hipj
look smaller, but also made her head looll
smaller, and her eyes look larger. In a wordj
it “did something” for Acti.
“Life is Strange”, Acti reminisced. Only i|
few days ago she hadn’t even thought of goinJ
to the dance. But then one of her suitmateJ
B. G. 0. C. had had a heart to heart chat witll
her. “Acti”, she said. “It’s girls like yoJ
who make my work difficult for me. Yoiil
just don’t have that old school sj:iirit. YoJ
don’t co-operate, lend a helping hand, pitch-iiij
do your part, or for that matter participate!
Did you ever think of how it makes a giill
like me feel when one of her classmates won’f
assume responsibility.”
Now as you can imagine, dear reader, thij
had been a little hard for Acti to take. ShJ
was really a pretty good kid, had never over-f
cut classes or chapel, had. always been on tiinJ
to have her picture taken for the annual, all
ways read her Salemite on Friday night, liadl
attended one basketball game, and two of thJ
senior recitals. She felt that she had beeij
accused unjustly. But as James Metcalf oncJ
said, “Ours not to reason why, ours but t|
do or die.”
So Acti flicked the tears from her cheeks]
and squared her shoulders. She turned ti
B. G. 0. C., and said, with true Salem spiriti
Why don’t you mind, your own businessl
Who asked you to come in here running yoaif
big fat mouth?” But secretly, in her owi|
heart, she knew that. B. G. 0. C. was righti
So Acti determined to lend a helping handj
do her part, etc. She would support the I. El
S. and go to the Christmas dance. And nol
being one to procrastinate, she sat right dowiT
and wrote Bill, her brother, who was Presil
dent of the S. 0. B. (socially ostracized boys)[
fraternity at Chapel Hill. She received \
letter soon after from Moo-Moo Mulligan, th(
pledge who had drawn the shortest strawl
eedless to say, Acti was excited, for every!
one knows Moo-Moo is not only the star of
e freshman team at Carolina, but said tJ
be a promising successor to Choo Choo Justief
and Goo Goo Gant.
Acti back from her drear
Acti, Moo-Moo is downstairs.’L
ur eroine jumped up, and ran to the dresserl
e ran a comb through her hair, blew heiT
nose, retied her shoelaces, and watered thJ
rican violet. Then she looked h a s t i 1:
around the room. There on the desk weri
cards all filled out, with the name!
or ten ot her most unattractive friends. “Bettel
be safe than sorry”. Acti was indeed ready!
her date^^^ confidently downstairs to mee|
Moo-Moo rose to his feet as Acti entereol
rue room. He was everything she had hopeJ
her hpnrT^ Acti?”, he queried. She noddeJ
bovs n kid, I promised thJ
boys on the team that I’d see that football
vlZt7"n one where Reynolds J
tl Z Hope you don’t mind misJ
kiTow ^^n t let the boys down yol