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THE SALEMITE
Novembe:
01 'lifm and tU Arouiid Tho Square
Little did that small large-collared group of
1621 realize how happy they’d cause a number
of Salem girls to be in 1955. Just because
they had a few tough, probably stringy, wild
turkeys and dried-up tooth-cracking corn for
dinner one fall day and were glad to get it,
we are given a holiday of four days and a
half.
It s not that we want to get away from
.school—from two te,sts a day for three days
in a row, and homework which was assigned
in addition to the tests; from required sym
phonies and concerts and recitals the night
before, those tests; from cooking breakfast in
the Practice House with one hand and holding
an Organic Chemistry book in the other; and
otherwise “developing our potentialities” and
“exploring our possibilities”.
Nor is it that we want a respite from meet
ings at 1 :.30 on Monday, and 6 :30 on Tuesday,
and 5:00 on AVednesday and so on through the
vve'ek; from getting out of the Presidents’
1 orum in time to go to the annual office to
read copy; from play rehearsals until mid
night; from running back and forth in the
rain, between the “Sun” .and classes; from
practices at 5:00 on thb athletic field; from
conferences and. seminars and going to bed at
2:00 a.m. and getting up at 6:30.
No,: it s not that at all. We like challenges
to' bur intellect, to our enduranc.e, and to
our sense of responsibility. There is nothing
quite like that feeling of satisfaction one feels
upon accomplishing the impossible.
Of course; some times we faint in class and
sometimes we end up. in the infirmary, but
what are a few falls by the wayside compared
to the long-term value of a liberal education?
S'-ome girls (at other schools, of course) in
tend ^ to fritter awa^ these heaven-sent days
wi];)! .parties, dances, shows, plays or just re-
laxation. The3^ have ^'made the mistake of
taking the word “holiday”, literally, in its'
origipal meaning. That, is, “Any day of ex
emption from labor dr. work; hence, ... a
period of recreation br'rbst; vacation.” Do
they not realize that a .word, due to external
changes, in the course, of .time may change
its etymological meaning?
We iwho are aware of 'the true connotation .
of the word, to be exact, “Period in which
one ^attempts to catch up”, are happy because
we ■ 'see this holiday drawing near and are
terribly grateful for its being set aside.
We look forward to an extended week-end
devoted : to writing those book reviews we
haven’t' found time for, reading those 3,569
pages of perpendicularly pertaining parallel,
and' compiling that 10,000 word term paper
that was assigned an ample three weeks ago
and due the day we get back.
What care we for such fleeting pleasures
as “recreation and rest”? We, like Chaucer’s
Clerk, who
. ,.;C much preferred to have beside his bed
His twenty volumes bound in black and red,
would rather devote ourselves to the never-
ending “search for knowledge”.
It promises to be a glorious holiday for all
con'cerned. The question is, who is more glori
fied, — the dead turkey or the ded-icated
Saleinite?
E. M. M.
By Jo Smitherman
Most of the autumn leaves are
finally scattered on the sidewalks,
in reach of Miss Essie’s little men.
And with them, I hope the last
strains of Roger Williams’ tinkling
accompaniment to their falls.
Once a nice little French tune,
“Autumn Leaves” has suffered the
inevitable fate that comes with
heading the nation’s hit parade.
Nobody, at least nobody decently
original, would dare harbor it as a
favorite song now.
* * *
Several ex-juniors have gotten
around to visiting their alma mater, j
Taking time out from big wedding j
plans (she’s marrying Press Millen
on New Year’s Eve), Nancy Gil
christ spent yesterday on campus
Two juniors at the University of
South Carolina, Barbara Usher
(Bennettsville, S. C.) and Nancy
Cockfield (Florence, S. C.) are
coming up tonight for the week
end. Look on the back page for
a written visit from Ellen Sum-
merell, now majoring in English
and good times at the University
of North Carolina.
* *
Stan Kenton stood up all the
Germans-visitants (to the concert)
at Carolina last week-end. He
showed up for the dance, though,
and the people who usually com
plain about un~danceable dance
music rationalized that he was giv
ing his concert in Woolen gym
nasium. I heard that two Salem
girls rushed home from Chapel
Hill early Saturday morning for
class. And the professor took a
cut.
♦ ♦ »
This must be pinning season for
Kappa Alpha orders. Salem girls
collected four last week. Anis Ira
has one from Emory; Ann Sum-
merrell’s is from Carolina.
Bunny Gregg’s K.A man is a
good friend and fraternity brother
of Ann Knight’s KA man at Pres
byterian College. It took a fresh
man, Carolyn Garrison, to snow
Charlie Duckett, a former KA at
Wake Forest. He’s a Phi Chi at
Bowman Gray.
* * *
Strange things have been hap
pening this week. Jody Meilicke
and Peggy Horton trie/l to blow
up the chemistry lab Wednesday
afternoon. They, and everybody
else in the science building,
screamed in the hall while Mr.
French turned out the Bunsen
burner and stamped out the. fire.
Then, after supper, Chris Clark
began to display the boiled quail
eggs (about two inches in diameter,
rubbery and white, floating around
in greasy fluid). Rose Tiller came
out of her cloud and looked in the
can. “Whale eggs! Hmffff.,” she
remarked with disbelief, and stalked
upstairs.
* * *
It took a Salem senior to punch
the state F. T. A. Convention
(Greensboro, last week-end) in its
narrow-veiwing eye. Of the three
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before,
Letters
Dear Editor:
I thank you for your invitation
to “use” the Salemite. I can think
of no better way to express views,
problems, and ideas of interest to
the student body.
Being a firm believer in irtaking
the most of all opportunities, I
would like to make an announce-
.rnent to the Student Body. Be
ginning Monday, each Salemite will
have the opportunity to contribute
to a collection of money.
The Christmas season begins
early this year because this money
will be equally distributed to a
deserving group of people for “ex
tras" at Christmas time.
Who are these people? They
and
are the ones that wash
our clothes, cook and serve our
food, pick up after us in the dorm,
and keep our campus in such a
way that we’re happy for strangers
to visit.
Some of them we see every day;
some we never see; they all do
equally as much for our welfare.
And they find that they are able
to help others—people you’ll never
see. A large percentage of them
find that they are able to contribute
to the United Fund.
And now we have the opportunity
to thank them — on ■ Monday and
Tuesday of next week.
Sincerely,
Louise Barron
Beyond tiie Square
Salemite
By Emma McCotter
Washington: Behind the scenes
in the State Department there is
some diplomatic trouble with Is
rael. The U. S. wants to streng
then the “northern frontier” de
fense alliance by adding Jordan.
The other alliance members. Great
Britain, Turkey, Iran, Iraq, and
Pakistan, favor the idea; but vio
lent Israeli objections are making
the U. S. think twice.
Paris: Don’t be surprised if France
also sells arms to Egypt. The
French would do this in return for
an Egyptian promise to stop the
propaganda broadcasts by which
Radio Cairo foments native unrest
in French North Africa.
However, the Communists ap
parently plan to use Egypt as an
arms distribution point for the
are
from their homes in Palestine by
the war.
And there is serious doubt that
any Arab leader now would risk
his future, perhaps even his neck,
by sitting down with the Israelis,
even if he wanted to. No one but
the extremist wanted war, but it
looks like any peace between Arab-
Israe! is a long way off.
Geneva: Here there has been
little progress, thanks to Molotov.
The only perceptible progress was
submission to a committee of So
viet and Western plans for im
proved cultural contacts and com
munications.
But in the stalemate of European
security and German unity, the
West had succeeded in placing the
blame where it belonged—on Soviet
intransigeance. There is reluctance
on both sides to admit that the
Geneva Spirit is dead. Will the
Middle East. Signs are multiply-1 West and Russia be able to settle
ing that Communist arms landed' the question of German unification
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France: Things here have gone
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Middle East: Lately, the Western
powers strove to head off full-
scale war in this region. In the
time that may remain, diplomats
worked ceaselessly to halt hostili-
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The U. N. has proposed the with
drawal of all troops ii;! El Auja
and permanent marking of the de
militarized zone. Th^re was, also
the suggestion that the U. N. mus
ter and dispatch a neutral security
force to keep the protagonists from
each other’s throat. However,
there was more at stake than the
sirpple determination of borders—
for one, the resettlement of nearly
^dho million Arab refugees, forced
previously rejected fifteenth calling
for continued proportional repre
sentation.
The first week in November,
more than any other week in the
history of the Fourth Republic
^rengthened the impression that
France is rapidly deteriorating into
un-governable anarchy.
^ The socialist-minded and pro-
Mendes Count of Paris, pretender
to the French throne, seriously
suggested that the only antidote is
revolution. However, is it possible
that such a suggested revolution
would be the means of establishing
a stable government in France with
everybody happy?
A ^ale . . .
By Ann Miles
When Thanksgiving comes, most thou%
turn to cranberries, stuffing, and, of course
turkey. But my thoughts turn to the Pilgrim’
arid how unoriginal they vimre in choosing a
Thanksgiving dinner. At that time there were
lots of things to choose from—wild pigs cat
fi.sh, blue jays, hippopotami.
Any of these could have been Thanksgiving
candidates for the Pilgrims and later for us
It just happened that we turkeys were abun
dant, and never having seen a gun
were a little slow on the take off.
Therefore, we fell into the office of Thanks
giving dinner. And now we aren’t even given
a running chance to escape!
Yep, we are destined to be presented, sur
rounded by parsley, to a table full of hungry
mouths or carried as ground-up left-overs on
picnics. ,But the thing that really gets me is
the fact that they won’t even let us rest in
peace at the bitter end. They keep poking
and picking at onr bony carcasses like desert
buzzards!
Now you, too, I hope, can understand why
I believe that turkeys are fated critters. I
know, cause I’m a turkey and I,am speaking
from a turkey’s angle of this thing.
Oh, by the way, my name is Tom. Now
that s traditional enough, don’t you think?
Well, getting back to being feted. As I
said before, we are and that means me, too!
Seems as though I was born to be eaten, live
to be eaten, and will die to be eaten! Pretty
dead-icated life, but I try to make the best
of it.
My persona] property includes one red comb
(no brush!), one manly chest (look out,
girls!), two good legs, and a handsome buneh
of tail feathers. Not much, but it’s all mine
anyway.
All in all, as I gaze at myself in the drink
ing pan, I seem to be a right handsome gob
bler, if I do say so myself!
All this glamour obviously must be the re
sult of the good food I’ve been getting. Sure
has been a lot in the past week or so. I
fatted as well as fated.
You see, I know what’s gonna happen to me
sooner or later. It’s just that I’m uncertain
as to whether my deadline is today or tomor
row. I used to think, when I was a younger
gobbler, that it could be very exciting to see
mj^ master advance slowly toward me, axe in
hand, pick me up and march slowly and de-
liberatety to the chopping block.
I used, to be able to picture him standing
with the axe poised dramatically over his head
before the swift blow came to remove my • ■ ■
But I never get any further in my daydro^®'
ing.
I just heard the back door of the house
slam reluctantly but with determination • ■ ■
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