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THE SALBMITE Quality Hat Shop 221 West Fourth Street WINSTON-SALEM’S BEST MILLINERY SHOP THE mLLINEEY SHOP BEAUTIFUL For Dress or Sports Wear Are Stunning Styles in LARGE HATS sponsored for Dress and Sportswear. Our selection of Large Hats offers you modes which Paris and America have QUALITY MEET ME AT THE IDEAL ECONOMY WINSTON-SALEM’S BEST STORE See the New Spring SUITS, COATS, CAPES, DRESSES, AND HATS MODERATE PRICES. * PHONES 380 and 321 THE IDEAL PHONES 380 and 321 1 ^akmitp "Sail on Salem.” Member of Southern Inter-Collegiate Newspaper Association; Member the North Carolina CoUegate Association. STAFF: Isabel Spears,’22 Editor-in-Chief Rachael Jordan,’23....Managing Editor Elizabeth Gillespie,’22 Bus. Mgr. Eliza Gaston Moore,’23, Ast. Bus. Mgr. Mary S. Parker,'22....Associate Editor Annie T. Archbell,’22 Asso. Editor Alice Watson,’22 Asso. Editor Edith Hanes,’23 Asso. Editor Margaret Whitaker,’23.... Asso. Editor Elizabeth Connor,’23 Asso. Editor Lillian Watkins,’24 Asso. Editor Elizabeth Tyler,’24 Aso. Editor Flora Binder,’24 Asso. Editor Hazel Stephenson,’24 Asso. Editor Sarah Herndon Asso. Editor Georg^ia Ray Riddle,’22 Art Editor ON EATING GRAPEFRUIT. A decidedly pre-occupied maid sets before you half a luscious, yellow grapefruit. You contemplate it de lightedly for a moment, marvelling at its golden clearness, its bulging grains and its abundant juciness. Nothing could be more pleasing to your palate, you think, than this wonderful fruit. It has just the right amount of acid, exactly the twang and precisely the proportion of liquid and solid desirable in an appetizer. You give it a thick coating of sugar, amusing yourself the while by watching the tiny white grains as they are absorbed. The next thing is to dig lustily into it. You do this, at first pleasurably, and later with a sense of necessity, for you find that, whereas the fruit had every ap pearance of being properly cut, closer investigation reveals that only the top edges have been touched and they bear with them a large portion of the bitter skin. What foUy to have expected anything els^! As if you had not eaten grapefruit many times before! At the first plunge of your spoon, you hear a gasp of dismay at your elbow, and turning, find your next door neighbor frantically searching for her napkin, holding her eye with her other hand. You are about to murmur an apology, when, without any warning, a stinging pain shoots through youf own eye, and you forget all else in your attempt to allay it. Someone, with a warped sense of humor, finds these efforts, exceedingly amusing, and laughs heartily. This inevitably an gers you, and seizing your spoon with renewed determination, you apply it vigorously. A sudden spurt—and not only your eyes this time, but hair, ears, and dress are covered ana dripping. A guilty glance around suf^ fices to tell yo uthat everyone is lookr ing at you, and after one more vain and fruitless (“fruitless” indeed) at tempt, you give it up in disgust, re^ tiring, very much embarassed, behind the folds of your napkin, if you hav^ one,—otherwise your handkerchief. | Some unfortunate victims (fortu nate, you now begin to think) have re paired to the infirmary, or for some cause or another have not been j/res. ent at dinner to enjoy the “luscious” fruit, as you have done. Seeing their allotted portions untouched, lying harmlessly enough upon the table, you are tempted once more to get a bite of the, as yet untasted, delicacy. This time, however, you are more cautious. You plan as follows: when your table- mates push back their chairs noisily from the table, preparatory to leaving the dining room, and file giggling to ward the door, you seize one of these halves in passing, and tucking it covertly under your sweater, march out, a very unconcerned expression upon your face. Once outside, the path is clear and you retreat hastily to your alcove, pulling the curtains be hind you. You are now free to enjoy your fruit in the way yooi like best and in a few moments, that delicacy has gone, which, if approached by the more polite methods of consumption, would have taken up the greater part of half an hour. You have the full benefit of your grape-fruit, with the added pleasure of knowing that you I have done something which is not con sidered quite proper. I have come to the conclusion that it is better to have eaten grape-fruit any way you can, than never to’ have eaten it at all. ARE YOU ONLY THE SIL HOUETTE OF A GIRL. Some girls are only silhouettes. They have nothing but a profile. The finishing integration has never been supplied. Evidence of a mind, a soul, a character, a personality, a cultivated womanly being, is missing. They are superficially pretty, but thoroughly disappointing. Like the wild birds of the forest, whose gorgeous contour— feathers make them conspicuous at a distance, but which are untamed, irre sponsible and useless, these silhouette girls, upon discerning investigation, are found wanting; they are but the refiection of other women’s outward graces; they have no original worth iness. They are aristocratic shows, not real women. Are there any silhouette girls at Salem? Are there any who are but the screen—image of beauty, who per petually dillydally with appearances and forget to develop, cultivate and enlighten their true selves? Are you a silhouette-girl ?—Daven port Weekly Record. Waiter: Here, what are you doing Waiter: Here, what are you doing with those teaspoons in your pocket? Clara Pope: Doctor’s orders. Waiter: Whadyamean, Doctor’s orders ?* Clara: He told me to take two tea spoons after every meal.—Banter. “If afarmer had four thousand bushels of wheat,” said the teacher. “And sold them at sixty cents a bush el; what would he get?” “An automobile,” replied an enthus iastic pupil. Reformer, working with girls: “My mission in life is to save girls.” Boy—“Please save one for me.” 1 “Magnificient Lobster, Why do you sob, sir? Your beautiful pop-eyes are all filled with tears. 2 ' Why are you crying? Once, harm defying. You filled me with qualms and shivers and fears. 3 Your chilopeds strong. So awful and long. Are still, and your mein, once so proud, is most doleful.” 4 Then he said in reply, Though ne’er ceasing to cry, I thought to my soul he’d weep truly a bowlfull) 6 “In. college Biology Girls learn my pscfchology; I’m able no longer to inspir them with horrow. 6 Maiden temerity. Now is a rarety— That is the cause, most kind sir, of my sorrow.” Miss Evelyn Smith, post-graduate student in the Musical Department of Salem College, gave a Lenten Organ recital at the university of N. C. last Sunday afternoon. At ten years Billy thinks more often than he talks, and when he does speak it is to the point. A visitor had ask him several questions and re ceived no replies. At last the grown up said ingratiatingly. “Won’t you tell me your name? I think it must be Billy Sunday.” Billy pondered and at last answered slowly but firmly; “No I isri’t Billy Sunday, I’s Billy ev’yday.” KANN’S FASHION SHOP FOR WOMEN 415 Trade Street FROCKS That are different, for the College Mist We love to show our pretty clothes. You will love to see them
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