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"Sail on Salem.”
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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
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
Reformer, working with girls: “My
mission in life is to save girls.”
Boy—“Please save one for me.”
Why do you sob, sir?
Your beautiful pop-eyes are all filled
Why are you crying?
Once, harm defying.
You filled me with qualms and shivers
Your chilopeds strong.
So awful and long.
Are still, and your mein, once so
proud, is most doleful.”
Then he said in reply,
Though ne’er ceasing to cry,
I thought to my soul he’d weep truly
“In. college Biology
Girls learn my pscfchology;
I’m able no longer to inspir them with
Now is a rarety—
That is the cause, most kind sir, of
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
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 pondered and at last answered
slowly but firmly; “No I isri’t Billy
Sunday, I’s Billy ev’yday.”
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