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Archway Dedicates Issue
First Time To Jess Byrd
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The Spring 1967 edition of the
Archway was dedicated to Miss
Jess Byrd “on her retirement with
deep affection and with apprecia
tion for the interest and encourage
ment she have given to the Arch-
The presentation of the first copy
of the new Archway was made to
her at an informal tea held by
various friends in her honor in
Strong Friendship Room Tuesday
afternoon, May 16. She was also
presented a bermuda shorts and
blouse set for playing golf which
she enjoys in her spare time.
This is the first time that the
By Jane Horton
The game of winning—anything
from chicken feathers to diamond
chips — has enlivened the Salem
spirit this spring. However, Reed
and Barton Silversmiths of Taun
ton, Massachusetts, added a new
sparkle to the contest spree by
naming Christine Mathews, Salem-
ite of the Class of 1970, as a na
tional winner in the silver firm’s
1967 Silver Opinion Competition.
The dates for entering this competi
tion were February and March, with
Carol Carson representing Reed and
Barton Silversmiths at Salem. Some
■ 31,000 university women entered the
contest; Christine is one of the one
hundred “starter set” winners. Her
prize is valued at approximately
fifty dollars in sterling, fine china,
and crystal. What did Christine do
to be awarded in this manner? She
selected the following patterns:
Reed and Barton’s “Spanish Baro
que” sterling silver; Royal Dalton’s
“Sovereign” china; and Stuart’s
Good taste and personal prefer
ence were important contributing
factors in Chris’ selections. Per
haps this freshman, a tentative
Latin major from Easton, Mary
land, was influenced somewhat by
her fifteen-year residence in Eng
land. Chris remarked that her
choice was traditional. What will
she do with this grand prize? Na
turally, as any girl, she wishes to
accumulate more pieces in her pat
terns for use at a future date.
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Jess Byrd received the first Arch
way dedication presented.
Archway has ever been dedicated
Miss Byrd has been at Salem
since her freshman year here, with
the exception of the time it took
her to earn a M.A. degree at the
University of North Carolina. She
is an Emma Lehman Professor of
English and will still hold confer
ences with student writers at her
apartment in Old Salem.
She has always encouraged stu
dent writers in her English and
composition classes and has thus
been a great help in the work that
has gone into the makeup of the
May 22— 3 p.m.
Elizabeth knelt down beside her
mother and closed her eyes. But
she didn’t pray. All she could think
of was how close she was to the
dead face. Now she wanted to look
at it. Still kneeling, she opened
her eyes and looked direcly at her
It’s rough, she thought. It used
to be -wrinkled, but soft. Now it
looks hard and rough. It looks like
it’s got chalk smeared all over
it . . .
That night, Elizabeth lay in her
bed. She stared at the painting of
the clown on the wall across from
her. The clown’s face is rough,
too, she thought, rough and white.
Eerie white—almost glowing with
the light from her bedside lamp
shining on it. It had never looked
that white before—deathly white.
Elizabeth had painted the clown
with her grandmother’s help two
years before, when she was eight.
It was a spring afternoon and
Grandmother had her easel set up
beside the fish pond in the garden
in her back yard. She had sketched
in a border of pansies and butter
cups and was painting Jimmy, in
the distance, flying a yellow kite
against the blue sky. But Eliza
beth wanted to paint a clown. She
had dabbled in oils before, but had
never done a painting. Grandmother
stopped and helped her paint in a
green background. In the follow
ing weeks, she had helped her
sketch in and paint the down in
a red suit, with yellow, wiry hair,
a faint smile, and a white face.
The clown looked dead. Its rough,
yet shiny face stared blankly at
What happens when you die?
You stop breathing and get buried
in the ground inside a coffin. You lie
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there like Grandmother with your
head on a satin pillow and they
close you up inside of it and put
you in the ground. ,, , ,
Elizabeth shivered and pulled her
covers up to her chin. She looked
at the ceiling and the shape the
lamp made on it-a big circle with
rings around it, white and grey,
light and shadow.
Elizabeth’s mouth and throat
were dry. She tried to think about
roller skating or playing tag. When
she sat up in bed, the white faced
clown seemed to leer at her. She
lay back down. _
She began to pray. She hadn t
been able to pray this afternoon.
“Now I lay me down to sleep . . .”
It was a familiar prayer—one she
had said almost every night she
could remember. “If I should die
before I wake . . .”
If I should die? “God, please
don’t let me die. I’m afraid to leave
Mama and Daddy. I don t want to
be buried with dirt over me. Please
don’t, God . . .” Her hands were
wet and her feet cold, clammy. She
gripped the sheet as her neck stif
fened, holding her head firmly on
She sat up slowly. The clown
still glared at her. She stared back,
but instead of seeing a clown, she
saw the image of her grandmother:
the yellow hair wasn’t yellow and
ragged at all, but grey and neat;
its suit was green, not red. Only
its face remained the way it was—
white, pasty, lumpy, and yet, at the
same time, shiny and white.
Elizabeth got out of bed and
walked over to the clown. She
pulled her chair over to it and
climbed up and looked the clown
in the eye. She touched the face
. . . the lumpy oil paint, dry yet
soft. It’s dead, she thought, with
its eyes open and smiling.
She grabbed the picture bv.l
frame, took it off the wall |
walked over to her closet, oo,
the door wide to let in the^
Inside, she looked on the side ZI
ves near the floor for a box ||
had to be just the right size sJ
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found one, sat on the floor
it, and straightened the tissue i„».
inside. Elizabeth picked un S
painting and carefully laid it L?
box, folded the white tissue pj!
over the face, and replaced the
She pushed the box aside
grabbed at the things on the both
shelf—pulling them on the floo,,
dolls, doll clothes, games, a
hat. Having cleared ’the shi
Elizabeth picked up the box, gej
laid it into place at the backijoj
corner of the shelf, and replate'
the toys and doll clothes, PpUj!'
herself up to the doorknob, d!
closed the closet door and retina'
to her bed. ''
The sheets were cold now,
wrinkled. Putting her arms bkiti
her head to prop herself up, Elit
abeth gazed at the spot on thetf
where the clown had hung-i
lighter blue than the rest of til
wall—like the blue sky in the pj.
ture Grandmother painted. Tka
she reached over and turned ®
the light, wiggled down into k
covers, and closed her eyes.
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