TWO THE SALEMITE Saturday, February 5, 1929. The Salemite SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Dorothy Ragai Managing Editor Kubie Scott, ’29 Associate Editor I.aila Wright, Associate Editor Lucile Hassel, Music Editor Elizabeth Andrews, Literary Editor Lessie Phillips, ’30 Sport Editor S ra Efird, Local Editor Edith Kirkland, ’31 Local Editor Kathleen Moore, BUSINESS STAFF Asst. Bus. Mgr tileanor Willingham Adv. Manager Jessie Davis Asst. Adv. Mgr Eva Hackney Asst. Adv. Mgr Elva Lee Kenerly Asst. Adv. Mgr Elizabeth Allen Circulation Mgr Carolyn Brinkley Asst. Clrc. Mgr Mary Norris Asst. Circ. Mgr Elizabeth Ward REPORTERS Marjorie Siewers Millicent Ward Mary Myers Faulkner LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY “Yesterday is but a dream. Tomorrow is only a vision, But today Wi-ll-lived makes Every yesterday a d.-cam of happiness And every tomorrow a vision ^ . tin's FIRST IMPRESSIONS A more or less current saying states that “first impressions arc lasting.” There is a good deal of truth iiv that statement. Everyone, wlien meeting a per son for the first time, forms an opinion of that person. Unless something comes u}> which greatly clianges this opinion, it will become a fixed impression, and will con sequently be difficult to change. This is a well-recognized fact in the business and social worlds and whether recognized or not, is con stantly exerting an influence in so cial circles. The impression made by a profes sor on his first appearance before a new class, is indelibly recorded on the minds of the students in that class; and fortunately or unfortu nately, the same cataloguing of each student is going on in tlie pro fessor’s mind. All of which leads up to the thought that the student who begins a class with a business like and earnest manner, and who is thoroughly familiar with his sub ject matter and can talk about it, is bound to make a good impres sion and one which will last as long as he continues along that line. In fact should he falter a little, he will undoubtedly be given the b fit of the doubt. On the otlier liand, the student entering a class unprepared for the first four or five days of the term gets off to a bad start and conse quently must do an increasing bet ter piece of work daily. Is it more satisfying to go along day by day in a fair sense of security, or is it more thrilling, if at times uncom fortable, to be in doubt four hours or more a day, 12 weeks a term, and 36 weeks out of the collegc year? We ask you. ON WITH THE NEW— “Oh—yes, it’s the latest thing. I’m dying to have it—ev—erybody’s talking about it!” Every little while, words such as these are spoken; every little while something to break the monoton}^ A newness is discovered in some pa ticular fad, and the crowd seeks as a new pleasure, a new amus But do we know that there nothing new under the sun? That after all the tinsel and sparkle has tarnished and faded—after the music has died away—and we find a bareness in our search for “some- tliing new”? Nothing is created, and when we go on the trail of a fad, it’s only something we’ve known for a long time in a different form. The world, in all its gaiety and sadness is every day finding some thing new, and is turning to it with zest. And, even as we do it, we remark that “superficiality exists,” that “people have forgotten how to be serious.” But are we realizing that we’re having happiness, and on tlie whole, coming back to our every day tasks, and finding that life as we should live it is best after all? Skeptics will say that a great per cent of the world fails to return to our once everyday life, but in the long run of things, doesn’t that happen in every case? As long as the world goes on, that will exist, but that percent includes only a few of the vast throng that sweeps on. Tliis newness of things brings the joy of living, and love of life, and realization of the fact that we have safety and contentment in coming back to live our lives. On with tlie new! INTROSPECT Nicholas Murray Butler, in his essay on “The Opon Mind” de scribes tliree types of minds—the closed, the mind open at both ends, and the open mind. Have you ever stopped to consider which mind is The closed mind is one wliich has a fixed formula with which to roach a quick and certain answer to every new question. The great issues of life are settled once for all and the world .is a finislied product. Tlie second type of mind is not closed but quite open at both ends. It reinciiibers nothing and learns nothing; a type to be shunned. The third type, the open mind, is one to be desired. It docs not consist wholly of openings as does the second type. It receives freely and fairy, n(‘w facts, ideas, teach ings, tendencies and also estimates them. It is slow to yield itself to the new until it has assured itself that the new is also true; likewise it is slow to reject that which is old and customary until it is certain that it is also false or futile. The open mind searches the records of the past for their lessons so that it mav be spared from wasteful wrong doing. Are we striving for that type of mind? Let us “introspect” to see wheiein wc are weak. By improv ing ourselves wc can also improve those around us in a sense. Open- mindedness in college will teach us open-mindedness in later life. Let us begin now to practice for that desired type of mind—the open mind. The Lily Since the Twelfth century the lily has had precedence over every other glowing thing in Christian art, and has symbolized purity. The lily of sacred art is sometimes called the Madonna lily. It is said to be a na tive of the Levant, but was spread with the spread of Roman civilization throughout Europe. It is easy to understand wliy the lily stands for purity, with its straight and upright stalk, its plain, narrow, almost severe leaves, its simple and noble form, and the re markably pure and luminous white ness of its firm petals. Barber: Haven’t I shaved vfi Customer: No—I got those SAL TO EM SAL, CHILE, You just don’t know. Exams are over. Imagine my delight. The school has heaved a sigh of relief. The faculty has showered the stud ent body with blue slips and the weeping caused by the downpour has subsided to the usual talking and hammering during study hour. Honest, my head is so empty, after depositing all the knowledge accu mulated in one week into millions of blue books, that I can actually hear it rattle. Last time I wrote you methinks I related the adventure of “our president,” well here’s one con cerning “our editor.” She must have gotten her days confused for at the “crack of dawn” Sunday morning she was up—imagine it, up and on the porch of Main Hall planting a flag in its socket, the only flag in sight. Perhaps Dr. Rondthaler should have addressed the Seniors rather than the student body when he made the announce ment that flags would fly Mondays, or does the editor need a calendar ? Personally I believe it was all caused by an overdose of exams. At 1 she 1 using my calendar for, you know, I would hate to see her walk all the way to church on Wednesday morn ing or to attend Dr. Anseombe’s history at eleven Sunday morning. At a big banquet last Monday night given for a lot of men called trustees, you may know who they are but they didn’t look a bit differ ent to me—just like ordinary men, anyway, at this banquet a girl read out a list of things that students had requested. She talked like we would get them—so before long a new gym, a music class room, an’ a whole lot of telephones. They seemed to want the ])lione,s mighty bad. Wish you could come iq) next Monday night and see a play that some kind of Players are giving. I peeped in the window the othi day . them ’ and little fat gii chapel tlie otlier morning looked mighty funny, and a handsome blonde got iiiightv romantic with a little brunette. Keej) the “old home town” straight and don’t let the cows on Main street. Yours until the sen iors sing the processional with the SAL. Wave’s Height Deceptive Waves rarely have a greater height than 50 feet, but they ap pear to be much higher when seen from a ship in the open ocean. These waves frequently have a greater height, however, in break ing upon a rocky ('oast. The Bell liglit on the Scottish coast, 115 feet above the sea, is often hidden by foam and spray. The Eddystone lighthouse, formerly 72 feet, had to be rebuilt to a height of 132 feet to prevent the waves from riding over the top of tlie lantern. During a storm of exceptional duration in b'ebruary, 1917, R. M. S .P. Oruba, sailing from Southampton to the Barbados encountered waves 45 feet high. This was in the North Atlantic and South Pacific oceans, Atlantic. In the South Atlantic and South Pacific oceans, storm waves have been recorded that reached 50 feet in their fullest development. He Won Douglas Jerrold simply had to have his puns. A friend of his was telling him that his wife had been brought up in a convent and was about to take the veil when she met him and accepted him as her husband-to-be. Jerrold listened patiently and when the man had ceased his speak ing the wit replied: “So, she simply thought you better than ‘nun’.” —Los Angeles Times. 1 for his He: Bill has a n Post Mortem If we did not hate to appear bois terous, we would butt our head against the wall and shout, “Whoo pee!!”; or perhaps we would feel more like exclaiming were we to bang our fists on the table or jump up and down. Anyway exams are past, whether they are passed or not. Ha - ha - ha - ha, weren’t we clever to think of that little play on words, and it was entirely spon taneous, unpremeditated. But come, come, Euripides, you’ve jumped off the train of thought. The point is, everybody should be happy, because we have handed in all of our note books, term papers, blue books, or wliat-have-you for last term (and they have just begun weighting us down again) -what a relief- Those of us who flunked any thing probably weren’t very fond of the cause and are delighted not to be bored by further exposure to it; so they are happy. Those who made a D, or two, will no doubt pass the re-exam; so they are blissful. Those who made mediocre grades at least passed everything, and hence are joyful. The amazing majority who made all As and Bs glory either in their own consciousness of supe rior efficiency, or in the grace of Ood and the faculty. Yes, girls, and how did you ever guess? This is little Pollyanna speaking, as rep resentative of the “Sunshine Club.” Listen, dears, have you a little sunbeam in your home? If not, now is your chance, cultivate one im mediately. There is no time to waste. You, too, can have a little sunbeam all your own. Step right up; there now, please don’t push. Curtain. Pardon . . . Tonight, tonight is show night. Sleet crackles against the windowpane. Wind whistles around the corners of the prison walls. We feel like the Cat Who Walks Alone—all places are the same to him. . . . Somewhere . . . tick-tock-tick-tock, etc., etc. A handsome gr.ay mouse stares at us disinterestedly. Fascinated by his shiny black eyes we return his gaze. He tries to ascend the radiator, fails, tries again, and then despondently walks away and disappears among the lilies on the wall j>aper. Under a spreading green, desk lamp the blank-faced literatus-elect . . . Tick tick-tick-tick. Wc succumb to the witchery of .sleep. was played by blowing and by the use of stops, while the lute was a stringed instrument. In the conclusion of this instruc tive lecture, the audience learned something of the history of the hexa- cords as well as the fact that Shakes peare knew the theory of the hexa- cords exceedingly well. In the Taviing of the Shrew Shakespeare makes Hortensio teach his lover the scales on the lute as invented by Guido of Arezzo. Mr. Vardell gave the following Latin Hymn to Saint John as a sort of guide to an under standing of the origin of the uni formly existing scale: Ut queant laxis Resonare fibris Mira gestorum Famuli luorum Solve polluti I.abii reatum. A rt of Misquotation At a banquet at the Biltmore re cently a prominent Broadwayite made a talk, part of it including a sentence by an immortal poet. Aft er the speech the guest next to him whispered: “You had that line of Ktats’ a bit twisted.” “I did it that way purposely—I didn’t want them to think I had only read the day before.”—New York Evening Journal. SPORTS “SHAKESPEARE, AMATEUR OF MUSIC,” SUBJECT OF WEDNESDAY CHAPEL (Continued From Page One) In a sonnet to a friend on the con cord of married life by one pleas ing note of father, mother and child, Shakespeare transferred the idea of the sounding of three notes to pro duce successfully one pleasant chord. In Richard II and Henry IV the author makes mention of the nat ural cadence or fall such as exists in harmony. Those who are not extremely sen sitive to music might not be alert to every allusion to it in Shakespeare’s plays. Dean Vardell pointed out' the poet’s familiarity w'ith the in struments. an old type of cello men tioned in the Ticelfth Night; Bot tom’s calling for instruments in Mid-Stimmer Night’s Dream; the thundering organ pipes with which Ariel confuses the listeners in The Tempest. Hamlet knew that the flute Who wouldn’t feel athletic? With examinations all finished either safely or never mind, who isn’t ready to play. If you passed your exams with marvelous grades do not let it go with just writing home about it but show your exuberance of spirit by playing. If you did not do so well or even if you flunked miserably do not be a permanent wet blanket, but forget your trou bles in playing. Wliatever you did in the past or whatever you are go ing to do in the future play, for in the present play is the thing. You say “Play wliat?” Why, play soc cer and volley ball of course. How can you be so dumb? Recently there have not been very many girls out for these two sports. Very shortly' it will be time for tlie class games, and then it will be easily discernible which classes have done the most practicing. There is not much time left for thes-c two winter sports, for soon tliere will be the spring sports, baseball, track, and even swimming. Of course with the present weather conditions there can not be much soccer, but then there is always the old gymnasium to fall back on and to fall down in, and volley ball. Come on out for these last practices before the class games. Far From Perfect “Why don’t you call me a donkey and liave done with it? You’ve hinted at it long enough,” said the henpecked husband. “It wouldn’t be quite true,” re plied Mrs. Meek. “I suppose not. I haven’t ears long enough for that animal.” “Oh, yes you have. You don’t need longer ears.” “What do I need then?” “Two more legs and a better Blue Ribbon Ice Cream MADE FROM PURE FRESH CREAM AND A GRADE MILK AND FRESH FRUITS AND NUTS. THE TASTE TELLS A Product of PEERLESS ICE CREAM CO. D. G. CRAVEN CO. CLOTHES For the College Girl