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'^Uat time tUe ifea/i'
The ideas and the ideals of love have not
changed . . . read the Greek lyric poets. The
modes and intrigues of courtship seem not to
have changed . . . read restoration drama,
espe.cially the comedy of manners. The im
portant questions of life have not changed
. . . read Plato then Bergson, then if you
are ambitious try some modern theology.
Styles of dress do change, but note how
they come back in twenty years. Hair styles
do change . . . but not so drastically that it
will not grow back before winter. Salem
students do change . . . with the season . . .
with moods of depression ... on to gold lined
clouds of happiness upon the invitation by
the opposite sex, to participate with him in so
unimportant a thing as a cup of coffee.
This it seems is our world ... a world of
little changes . . .but the BIG, the GREAT,
and the IMPORTANT things do not change.
We think of this perhaps because of the buds
on the bushes in front of Bitting . . . for some
of us this is our fourth Spring ... We are
reminded of it by the '‘for-ever-will-be” plans
of -Tune weddings. For some of us the rci
minder comes in the form of numerous “Let
ters to the Editor”.
Yes, reminded because it is “that time of
the year”. The time of the year for “I for
got”, tests, term papers, and the out burst of
rule breaking. The time of the year when
the word honor has been over used and mis
It is “that time of the year”, but things
have not changed . . . Read the Salemite . . .
the year 1926 . . . the month of March . . .
The day number thirteen .
The fir.st article of note . . . “There has
been a good deal of discussion about the Salem
spirit recently, and some of it has set us
The second article of note . . . “When the
word honor is mentioned most college girls
immediately think of exa.minations as the test
of honor . . . but there are other things which
concern it as nearly as cheating; upholding
the Student Self Government Association and
helping the schoolto have a real self-govern
ment is one of the most outstanding.”
This is an article with a shakingly familiar
sound . . . but it reminds us of this time of
year . . . the March of Salem 1926 or the
March of Salem 1955.
Published every Friday of the Colley year by the
Student Body of Salem College
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Music Editors .— Ella Ann Lee, Martha Thornburg
Editorial staff: Betsy. Liles, Bobbi Kuss, Sally Reiland,
Freda Siler, Francine Pitts, Maggi Blakeney. Mary Anne
Raines, Judy Williams, Beth Paul, Phyllis Stinnett, Beverly
Brown, Judy Graham, Sarah Vance, Kay Williams, Celia
Smith, Pat Ward, Ellen Summerell, Sherry Rich, Ann Mixon,
Kay Cunningham, Rachel Ray, Annette Price, Patsy Hill,
Ann Coley, Ann Knight, Sue Jette Davidson, Marianne
Boyd, Sandy Whitlock, Mary Mac Rogers, Sissy Allen,
Emily Heard, Sudie Mae Spain, Eleanor Smith, Pat Green,
Emma McCotter, Anne E. Edwards.
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Circulation Manager Ann Crenshaw
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ren, Errily Cathcart, Bunny Gregg, Melinda Wabberson,
Marian Myers, Peggy Ingram, Kay Hannon, Anne Hale.
Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd
By Sally Reiland
Along the same currents of
thought as last week—in the musi- \
cal stream of consciousness — we
In Memorial Hall, Pat Moore
putting final perfections on her
piano interpretations of works by
Bach-Vivaldi, Beethoven, Franck,
and Lizst for her recital—the first
of the graduating series—slated for
March 14. |
While, on the international scene,
Bartlett and Robertson, famed duo-;
piano couple, have recently re
turned from a recital tour of Eu
rope, where they celebrated the
2Sth anniversary of their debut ...
And while the February issue of
Musical Courier carried a feature
on Whitmore and Lowe — calling
them “American ambassadors of
the keyboard”, saying that what
they have done and are doing to
promote the art of duo-pianoism
can scarcely be over-rated; that
they rave “added a new dimension
to the pianistic concert stage.” |
In the meantime ... A new slant
on pop records : The Record Hun-1
ter in New York has been adver
tising “Hits from Russia; Colos-1
seum scoops from behind the Iron
Curtain.” According to propa
ganda, they are played primarily
by the Pops Band of Moscow and
the Armenian Jazz Orchestra of
Erevan; including such truly White
and Tan tunes as “St. Louis Blues”,
“Tico-Tico” and the “Tahiti Trot”
—the latter as arranged by Shos-
Speaking in the Russian stream,
one of the biggest events of the
new year (according to Musical
America), thus far, was the East
Coast premiere of Igor Stravin
sky’s “In Memoriam of , Dylan
Thomas” — which consists essen
tially of a setting, for string quar
tet and tenor voice, preceded and
followed by “dirge canons” for a
quartet of trombones. The simple
and unpretentious work was com
posed by Stravinsky in memory of
the late Welsh poet, who died in a
New York hospital last year on his
way to conferences with the com
poser concerning an opera they had
. . . While Harold Schonberg,
noted American music critic, admits
that Bach’s “The Art of the Fugue”
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Letters To The Editor:
AN OPEN LETTER TO THE
Why doesn’t our social Honor
System work? It has been brought
to the attention of a great number
of the student body that something
is lacking. And conversation in
the dorms have become quite
heated on the subject. We feel
that it is time to take a serious,
objective look on our Honor Sys
tem, Let’s stand off, unprejudiced,
and view it.
Do we want an Honor System
100% dependent on Honor or a
Police System, which ite how our
present system could easily be de
scribed. It seems extremely under
handed for people to become self-
appointed snoopers looking for
something to report others for.
Secondly, when a girl has broken
a rule, don’t you honestly feel that
she should go to the offender be
fore going to the Student Council?
The offender should be given a
chance to turn herself in. The
Student Council' should encourage
this policy. It seems the only fair
way to operate an Honor System.
If a girl is going to turn in
another girl, she should have
enough strength of character to go
to that girl first. A mature treat
ment of a broken regulation will
help the girl to profit more than
a juvenile treatment of tattling and
running. , |
Thirdly, if a girl feels honor'
bound, should she not turn in her
closest friends as well as others ?
Nothing is airtight. Things will
leak out. There have been and!
sUll are cases at Salem where a
girl will turn in someone' to whom I
she is indifferent and let her closer I
friends go scot-free. Is that an
We feel that a girl who reports
another girl directly to the Council
or a girl who will turn in another
girl and spare her friends from
the same offense is a coward. To
us, she is weaker than the person
who commits the offense.
We ourselves know if we are
guilty. If so, it is not too late to
change our tactics, thereby making
the Student Council a respected
one and one we can be proud of
and work with more cooperatively.
By: Lane Harvey, Barbara Dur
ham, Nina Skinner, Bren Bunch,
Nancy Gilchrist, Anne Crenshaw
Matilda Parker, Martha Dunlap
Joan Reich, and Ann Knight.
This is not necessarily an attack
on anything. It is merely a pain
ful, but honest, observation, I4
could possibly be entitled: “A Con
scientious Freshman’s Schedule
During a Week in March.”
7:15—Get up. 7:30-8 :00—Break
fast. 8 :10-8 :30—A 11 e n d Little
Chapel service and/or make bed.
8.-30-9:20—Biology (“pop”). 9:20-
10.15 ^Latin. 10:15-11:20—English.
1:00-2:00—Lunch and recreation
(?). 2:00-4:00—History term paper.
4:00-6:00—English term paper.
6.00- 7.00 Dinner and recreation
(?). 7:00-8:00 — Practice. 8:00-
10.00 Prepare French assignment.
10.00- 12:00 — Prepare history as
signment. 12:00-l :00—Read Phys,
Ed, parallel. 1:00-2:00 — Prepare
for bed (no bath!). 2:00-7:15—
Dead to the world!
A little calculation reveals: Five
hours of sleep plus sixteen hours
of work plus three hours of re
laxation equal one dead Salemite
to greet mother and father on
Here And There
By Freda Siler
Thailand. Bangkok, the Capitol city,
was having a clean-up campaign
last week in preparation for a con
ference of eight non-Communist
nations. An estimated $2,000,000
was spent on new sidewalks, pre
fab houses set up for conference
hangers-on, new paint for the Tro-
cadero Hotel where the big men
of the conference will stay, and
gallons of Flit to kill the flies in
the same hotel.
All of this to-do was in pre
paration for the SAETO (a South
east Asia collective Defense Treaty)
conference and in hopes that this
organization would make Bangkok
its permanent headquarters. The
eight nations that make up SEATO
are the U. S., Britain, France,
Australia, New Zealand, Thailand,
the Philippines, and Pakistan.
At this meeting these eight na
tions hoped to: 1) Set up a mutual
2) Discuss means of combatting
interal Communist subversion.
3) Keep an eye on Cambidia,
Laos, and South Viet Nam, which
are not treaty members but whose
independence is declared to be a
specific objective of SEATO.
4) Organize economic aid for
Switzerland One night last week
four masked men quietly climbed
the fence of the Rumanian lega
tion in Bern, rang the bell at the
big house, bound Madame Setu,
wife of the chauffer, when she
opened the door, and proceeded to
take over the legation. Charge
d Affairs Stoffel escaped through
the window to the neighbors. Stof-
fel’s two attaches also escaped. The
masked men did not harm any of
the women or children in the lega
tion, but they wounded Setu, pre
sumably the chauffeur but actually
the secret police boss of the Com
munist legation. Setu later died in
a hospital. The four men finally
surrendered to Swiss officials. In
spite of Rumanian demands, the
Swiss refused to turn the four over
to the Communists.
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s By Anne Miles
Hullo. My name is Rabbut. I’m yelloiv
(in color only!), have long black lashes, pinlj
ears, and a rather grimy coat at the moment
You don’t know me, but I know you, ’cause
I’ve been scouting around, or whatever a red-
blood American rabbit could do, and I’ve
beard anei seen so many things that I just
must tell somebody—.
First, let me tell you to be sure not to call
me a r-a-b-b-i-t, ’cause I’m not a r-a-b-b-i-t
I’m a r-a-b-b-u-t. It’s a sorta’ special kind of
hare. Right novq I’m in Davy Jones, but
while nosing around Salem tonight I climbed
in the bathroom window (you know the one
that’s always open!). After I got in the win
dow I was sneaking down the hall of first
floor Clewell toward the basement when 1
heard several things through the half-closed
Know what I heard? Not a sound by that
Greene person’s room—but down the hall I
heard “thump thump” — and a beseeching
“OW1 It hurts!” and an explanatory voice
saying, “But you’ve got to do these exercises,
or you will have a hard time having children,
We learned this in modern dance.”
Then I heard, “Oh, corrode! I can’t do this
English. It’s more like African!” Ah, well—
don’t we all go through those English spasms!
’Course Rabbut English is different, but
they’re the same when you get right down to
it. It’s all language ! y
Next, I heard “Shhh, my roommate’s asleep”
and a peeved reply, “Well, if she’s already
asleep, we can’t possibly be bothering her,
can we?” Immediately, there was a thump
on the wall which I presumed to be the answer
from the “sound asleep” roommate.
All of a sudden, when first floor got momen-1
tarily quiet, I heard a moving, gra'^ing, and
scraping sound from second floor. Probably
just the people upstairs changing their room
around. After all, it was just 1:15 a.m. Why
not? Such inspirations shouldn’t be squelched
simply because of the time of day, or night,
or morning, or—well, you know what I mean!
I listened for a minute and the interesting
noises seemed to subside to a dull roar, so I
loped downstairs into Cozy. A few stragglers
not many—but I had to stoop down to see
those few. The smoke had filled the room
three-fourths of the way from the ceiling.
Coulda’ sworn it looked like “jolly old Eng
land at morn”!
No one in Davy either. The TV set was
off and there was not one bit of “litter in
front of the TV—including under the chairs
and benches” — including “coke bottles.”
Everyone had, evidently, cleaned up the “lit
ter” and hit the sack !
Now here I am by myself in Davy and this
m no place for me without _ people. Besides-
it s drafty and smells like stale cigarette
“ducks” (or Rab-butts)—so I may as well
shuffle on ov'er to the window, lower it, and
climb out. No one can see me in the dark.
If I just don t bump into anything between
Clewell and Sisters.
OOOPSY-daisy. I tripped over the grate'
in that trench “they” dug the other day.
Skinned my left foot (bad luck ahead!) and
knocked out some of my eyelashes. Curses!
Up we go. Easy now.
So far I haven’t been discovered. Be more
careful, clumsy! OW! What in the name of
school is this? Panic! They’ve started chain- [
ing these girls on campus!
No. Just the grass, I see. What a place
to put a chain! Right where you want to
cut the corner short. Humph!
At last I am on the street and headed back
toward my little abode — the Coffee Pot.
What a night!