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PAGE FOUR THE SALEMITE Saturday, January 19, 1929. iBOOK REVIEW “Nihil desperandijm est; neverthe less, this hectic period of prepara tion is maddening.” THE CHASTE DIANA By E. Barrington. This has been called a historic novel and yet its history is not the sort that is included in history text. It is not a recounting of certain fig ure-heads who happen to hold portant offices or of dry political facts, but a revelation of the real people who make history. Women in court life have always been ognized to hold sway over “the portants” and Mrs. Barrington endeavored in her interesting novel to portray some of these charming and powerful women. Her history is social rather than political. Cen tering the action about the theatre and the unusual figure of Diana Bes- wick, she has introduced Lord Bal timore, famed as a heartless rake, the Duke of Bolton, the efficient Duchess of Gloucester and even the King and Queen—who also have intimate affairs. Class distinction forms the theme and the satisfactory, conventionally happy ending is as improbable as the unique character of Diana herself. Like other au thors, Mrs. Barrington feels justi fied in modifying her historical character material to fit her roman tic needs. She reminds one, in re spect to her handling of question able material, of John Erskine. However she is much more modified and writes her ‘‘Private Lives” very womanly fashion. SAL TO EM ; just been sitting here wonder- i dig for knowl- DELIRIUM A. Author; Guess Who? B. Nationality: Bulgarian. C. Date of Writing: January, 1929. D. Title: Night Is Blackest Before the Dawn. E. Main Thought: “Where, where has my little dog gone? The author is filled with great fear and trembling, when it sudden ly occurs to her—horrible thought! —that perhaps her pet puppy has been seized upon by Sinister Sylla bus, the merciless monster of Fore man Forest. No soon has Mme. Who wondered aloud in this pathetic manner as to the whereabouts of her wandering paramoecium, than she hears violent voice of Syllabus —as the creature whirrs and whiffles among the fungi trees, flapping purple wings in an evil manner shouting with appropriately fiendish glee, “I have squashed the neurones of thy paramoecium to feed my Cerebellum!” This was too much. She never had liked aspargus anyway; so with a loud laugh she sped away in a cloud of dust—just to be conven tional. It was Emerson, though, who made her repent, when he dashed up to her with a red nose and beseeching eyes and screamed: “A foolish consistency is the hob goblin of little minds, etc., etc.!” Immediately realizing her mistake, she thumped the dust off her sleeve, climbed on her little velocipede, and peddled calmly into the forest. But presently she slammed on brakes. “Oh,” wailed Mme. Who, “what a blind fool I’ve been. He polluted; yea, fight!” So saying, she dismounted from her tricycle in disgust (and a red flannel under skirt) and flinging the vehicle into the Nile, weeping bitterly—like the crocodile who ate it. As she gazed pensively at the waters of the Nile she saw mistily, through her tears, a gorgeous golden boat, with crimson silken sails, and Cleopatra reclining on deck, smoking a Camel. “Lucky girl'” sighed Mme. Who, enviously. “No, it’s a Camel,” thundered Disraeli (alight ing from his hydroplane in all man ner of haste) “And I must stop that wicked woman on behalf of the English Reform Bill of 1833!” There was something pathetic about that, and Mme. would have wept again, but Jacques gave her a stick of Beechnut and tried to con sole her, saying: “Life is a tale told by an idiot. Full of sound and fury, and signi fying nothing.” F. An opinion of the author: Why the i edge, The less you find you know. Don’t you think that that’s enough To make one’s spirits low? I wish around exam time The skies would blaze with blue. And wouldn’t be so cold an’ grey. They make you feel like something useless All the dreary live-long day. But then I get to thinking Perhaps it’s not so bad— Exams don’t come but twice a year And sunshine can’t forever hide. There’s always reason for a smile. And work comes easier with a song, Than with a dreary, useless feeling All day long. Now that I feel better Perhaps you’d like to know Just what has been going or Since last I bored you so. But I hardly know what to write you. So little has there been— Yet, I wonder if you this happened. Oh, I can’t remember when— But they tell it on “Our President,” He went out the other night. (No, I don’t think it was to sing)— And later on the telephone in A. C. B. began to ring. It was answered by one of the wait ing group— In number about ten— And a voice said quite worriedly: “This is Lillyan Newell. Please JOKES PNEUMONIA (Tune—Eamona) Pneumonia, when winter comes you east a pall, Pneumonia, you overwork the funer al hall. I’ll catch you Die of you, Be planted in the ground below. And then be forgotten While in the land that knows no Pneumonia, I see a funeral passing by; Pneumonia, I know you caused that one to die. I dread the dawn When friends will wake to find Matchless Fire When Jim Bachelor, now a mem ber of the L. A. Y., joined the Boy Scouts, he came home and asked his father to lend him his cigar lighter. Father gazed at his young son in wide-eyed amazement. Did the Scouts welcome their tenderfoot with “What would you do if you in my shoes?” “Shine them.”—Log. “When Cupid hits the mark, he usually Mrs. it.”—Punch Bmi'l. Are you hold- “Pardon me, sir. ing that chair?” “Oh, my, no! I of its own accord. a smoker? He opened his mouth to start the well known and popular lecture but Jim saw it coming and beat him to it. “You see, dad, you have to make a fire without matches, so I thought your cigar lighter would be handy. That is, if it still works.” Vill you join me m a Dowi soup?” “Do you think there’d be roi for both of nsr’—Purple Cmt'. tell I When Seniors have to be in.” Well, the little girl on this end of the wire, A Freshman happened to be. And a few hours later she was brought to By a good, strong drink of—tea. Of course, it all turned out quite well— Being something we could over-look. For we soon found out in the flurry of things, Lillyan had forgotten her little yel low book. Now, I’m sorry as the mischief. But this has got to cease. May you, like all good children should. Sleep sweetly and in peace. Lovingly, —SAL. Odd Trinkets Sealed In Statue of Biuldha A bronze statue of a seated Bud- la at the Neward museum was found to have a round place in the bottom, evidently for the purpose of iching the interior. This cover s removed recently, revealing great collection of small articles which had been sealed up in the statue, centuries ago. Each trinket, according to Albert E. Andre, orien talist on the museum staff, repre sented a real sacrifice on the part of some native of the interior of Tibet. Articles found in the figure in eluded a heavy, well-worn jade ring of a size to fit a feminine finger, a wooden comb, a wooden bowl, ivory chop sticks and knife with scabbard, a tower carved from wood about 14> inches high, several pieces of home- spun cloth of various colors, silk and cotton scarfs, several manuscripts written on parchments and wrapped in silk, a silver image of a seated Buddha, tiles, beads, a piece of rock salt, beads made of human bone col ored red and strips of copper, tin foil, silver and gold. Mr. Andre said the statue had come to the museum about ten years ago. According to the records, it was in the loot taken from the tem ple of Tsando in Tibet when Chinese soldiers sacked the temple in 1916. The exact age of the statue has not been determined. ’s staying liere -Purple Cow. ‘Alfred admires everything about —my voice, my eyes, my figure, my hair.” ■‘And what do you admire most about him?” “His good taste.”—Texa.^ Bangci Absent-minded Professor, (after kissing wife and daughter good morning): “Well, girls, what’s the lesson for today?”—Purple Parrot. Did you hear about the Scotchman ho walked all over town trying to find a cJieap postoffice? I started late.” “Why didn’t yoi “You say he is a diamond cutter?” “Yes.” “How long has he been in the jew- ilry business?” “Oh, no, not that—he cuts the grass at the baseball field.” Heroine (frantically) : “Is there no succor?” Voice from the uncomfortable seats: “Sure, I paid two bucks to see this show.”—Punch Botel. Teacher: “ ‘Early to bed and early o rise’—who said that?” Johnny: “Musta been Willi aw him talking.” The honeymoon is that part of a girl’s life that comes between lipstick and the broomstick. Junior: I suppose after you get your B. S. you’ll be looking for M. S. Senior: No, indeed. I’ll be look ing for a J. O. B. Visitor: Has your brother home from eollege yet? Little boy: I guess so, or else the car’s been stolen. Lives of great men all remind us. As their pages o’er we turn. That we’re apt to leave behind us, Letters that we ought to burn. What Became of That? Elizabeth was a spoiled girl, and when she married the celebrated city cotton mag-nate all her friends de cided th.xt it was just a meani of satisfying her extravagance. They had not been married very long before the husband found that Elizabeth was spending a great deal more money than he allowed her. “Do you know, Betty,” he said one day, “your dressmakers’ bills cat up nearly three-quarters of my income?” “Really? Do they?” replied his extravagant wife. “And what do you do with the rest of your money, Monty?” SALEM PHARMACY WINSTON-SALEM, N. C. DRUGS AND MEDICINES We Guarantee: Personal attention to prescriptions Only Purest Drugs Used. Lowest prices. Quality Considered—(Quick Curb Service.) HARRISON’S, Inc. 215 W. 4th Street. “Style Without Extravagance” We announce a reduction of 10% to all Salem College and Academy Girls This Spring. COME TO SEE US CLOSING OUT Entire Stock Of Millinery and Footwear BEFORE REMODEUNG Arcade Fashion Shop 432 N. LIBERTY STREET W. MORGENROTH The Florist Who Gives Service Flowers For All Occasions SPECIAL LUNCHES For Salem Girls on Monday at the Blue Willow Tea Room A Sandwich to a Six-Course Dinner THE BEST IN TOWN Robert E. Lee Barber Shop ’ried n APPAREL OF DISTINCTION --if FOR MISS AND MATRON )►- Developed of the finest materi«Js with chic Paris ian influence; individual in style and color effect. YOU ARE ALWAYS ASSURED OF THE BEST QUALITY AT THE IDEAL THE NEW THINGS FIRST THE IDEAL TRADE AND WEST FOURTH WHERE QUALIT-X NEVER VARIES
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