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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, February 5, 1929.
The Salemite
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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
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