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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, February 16, 1929.
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LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
I would be friend to all—the
foe—the friendless,
I would be giving and forget
the gift,
I would be humble, for I know
my weakness,
I would look up—and laugh—
and love,—and lift!
—A. Walter.
ACHIEVING SUCCESS
The college gin aoes and should
have uppermost in her life making
life a success. The gravest ques
tion is “How Can I Succeed?” Just
what constitutes success may be dif
ficult to say, because few people
have an identical opinion of true
and honest prosperity. But we
would all agree that one can never
achieve real success unless one has
the determination to reach a definite
goal; one can not always determine
when one has actually attained this
desire or purpose. Self-confidence,
that is a trust in one’s own abilities,
contributes largely toward the pos
sibility of real prosperity.
Succeeding in life is the outcome
of a long period of preparation, for
an individual’s thoughts and deeds
are controlled principally by an
ever-present desire for this. Ideals
are great factors in the realization
of a life purpose. If success is to
be of the loftiest type, ideals must,
of necessity, be high. Observations,
experiences, and behavior are so
.noiilded that they fit into the plan
tor this one accomplishment. Prog
ress and prosperity are direct out
growths of the child’s, adolescent’s
and adult’s dreams, habits, practices
and ideals all combined. The at
tainment of the highest degree of
success with every good purpose in
volves conscientious eft'ort to restrain
•my repulsive conduct, and the con
stant exercising of noble thoughts,
words and behavior throughout the
life of the individual. In short, the
achievement of success is the mould
ing and shaping of a strong and
well-rounded character, as we see it.
Customer (angrily): “Waiter,
what do you expect me to open these
eggs with?”
Waiter: “Better open ’em with a
prayer, boss.”
I SAL TO EM I
+ J.
Em, dear,
Seems a rather commonplace sal
utation, doesn’t it, when there are
so many endearing phrases being
wafted about us? But, now that Ye
Olde Tyme Valentine is over, I shall
write of commonplace events—tho’
things haven’t been of that nature
this week.
Our main event was the Pierrette
performance last Monday nite. It
was called “The Romantic Age,”
and was realistically grand. I’m se
rious when I say we have geniuses
amongst us. Marion Bloor would
win the heart of anybody, and you-
v’e never seen a more perfect
“bouncing baby boy” than Mary
Elizabeth Pinkston. Although we
were not allowed to see “the knight
in shining armor,” we were quite
satisfied with the “shero.” He, she
and it were mighty fine.
My dearj have you ever' iieard of
tiic picture “liie Lion and the
Mouse.'' ’ Well, if you haven't seen
it, please ask one of the Jolly Jun
iors to pass an opinion on it for you.
I’m sure you could never stay aw'ay
from it—certainly not so if the
Junior happened to get her hands
on your person. They are all des
tined to be realtors! The silver-
tongued lasses were quite drastic in
their threats toward any who showed
the slightest inclination of refusing
to buy a ticket to the said picture
—tho I believe someone did say
Emma Barton and Dion Armfield did
have the courage to refuse them
But, in spite of their ferocious man
ners, the Juniors proved to be good
sponsors; for their picture was good.
Dr. Ilondthaler and Dean Var-
dell still have it in for each other.
Someday, somebody, somehow is go
ing to get hurt, and then who’s go
ing to be to blame? A word to
the wise is usually sufficient.
Most of us are hieing ourselves to
foreign parts, this week-end, so don’t
make that promised visit, now. But,
you might write, so we’ll have some
things to entice us back to school.
In the meantime, as Mary Brewer
says, not “goodbye,” but “au revoir.”
TOWARD FREEDOM
One admirable college reform that
is making considerable headway this
winter is optional class attendance.
Over a dozen colleges have granted
it to favored groups since the col
lege year opened. Students who
managed to get this measure ac
cepted “in principle” by the author
ities arc reminded that very often
what tlie Dean giveth the college
professor taketh away. The Barn
ard liidletin complains that although
this was to be a year of experiment
in senior freedom from compulsory
attendance, some professors have
practiced nullification. “Almost im
mediately we were warned of the
psychological 'effect absence from
class w'ould have on professors . . .
To climax the whole attitude, we
know' at least one instructor who
has gone to the extreme of giving
an extra examination to all seniors
who hav'e overeut.”
No Drowning Reported
Rastus, out in a boat with his best
girl, Mandy, had been teasing for
a kiss, but she refused again and
again. Finally he became desper-
“Mandy,” he threatened, “effen
you don’t lemme kiss yo’ I’s guine
to upset dis here boat.”
Getting home, Mandy told her
mother all about it.
“An’ did you let de gemman kiss
you?” her mother asked.
“Well, did you all sec anything
in de paper dis mawnin’ ’bout two
niggahs drownin’?” —Selected.
Prof.; I told you yesterday I’d
give you one day to hand in that
Junior: Yeah, but I thought I
could pick any day.
You sure made a hit with the
Prof. this afternoon in English, but
how did you guess that Byron wrote
his first volume of poems while he
Easy; he entitled it “Hours of
Idleness.”
Fireman! Fireman!
Interlude:
“Who will save my darling
child?”
“Lady, I will save your darl
ing child!”
“And who are you?”
“Why, I’m Steve Brody.”
“Steve Brody of the U. S.
Marines?”
“The same, lady, the same.”
What, oh, what, will ever become
of this sizzling, sophisticated youth
of 1929? They dash madly on
their way, down a white-hot track
of vain illusions. Blase, flaming,
heartless, and hard-boiled are they
—these young iconoclasts. Where
is the credulous, romantic, sentimen
tal, idealistic, calf-eyed, maiden of
yesteryear (what a cleverly ambig
uous word, yesteryear!)? The coy
girls who swooned, and peeped from
behind be-ribboned celluloid fans,
and penned sugared love notes to
their ardent swain.s—where are
they ?
In this age of realism, sophistry,
gold-digging, stringing, syncopation,
and Lindbergh, surely the fluttering
feminine heart of ancient folk-lore
^ has become securely encased in the
armor of indifference, and irony.
“Scorn for genuine emotion is the
order of the day,” according to the
dictates of Flaming Y'outh. with her
diamond shovel—perhaps.
It was February 11, 1929. St.
Valentine sat on the edge of a
substantial white cloud, eating a
shiny red apple, and playing on his
new tenor banjo, a foilish ditty en
titled, “That’s How I Feel About
Y'ou” He peered over the billowy
edge, down at the world below, and
smiled a contented smile to see
cynical golden girls puzzling over
the selection of a futuristic black-
and-silver Valentine, futuristic but,
nevertheless, inscribed with the old
familiar words; sophisticated boys
talking earnestly to florists about red
roses; a college prom-trotter crying
unseen, because HE did not remem
ber her and the sacred significance
of , February 14 together ... no
flowers, no candy, no telegram.
POET’S LYRIC TRIBUTE
TO QUEEN OF BEAUTY
Julian Hawthorne saw a great
deal of Joaquin Miller, llie “Poet of
the Sierras,” when both were living
in London years ago, n writer in
the Kansas City Times tells us.
Once at a garden party at which
I>illie Langtry—then in the first
bloom of her beauty—was the center
of attraction, Hawthorne introduced
the poet to the ravishing Jersey I.ily.
“I left them talking prosperous
ly,” relates Hawthorne in his rem
iniscences, “Shapes That Pass,
hut Joaquin came hastening after me
in a few' moments.
“‘Have you got a bit of paper?’
he asked. '‘I have a pencil;^ she
wants me to write her a lyric.’
“I found an old envelope in my
pocket,” adds Julian, “he seized it,
and squatted down on the turf,
where I left him scribbling and went
back to keep IJllie till he was ready.
It seemed hardly five minutes before
he came stalking toward us smiling
in his yellow beard and waving the
envelope.”
And here is the lyric. Hawthorne
says he does not think it has been in
If all God’s earth a garden were,
And all the women flowers,
And I a bee that buzzed there
Through all the summer hours,
Oh, I would buzz the garden through
For honey—till I came to you-
We: Tempus fugit.
They: Dux femina facti.
Us: Sp you speak French, too,
huh?
Shaffner (in airplane) : Wanna
fly?
Leila; ou betcha.
Shaffner: Wait, I’ll catch you one.
Dream of the Condemned.
Daughter; He says he thinks I’m
the nicest girl in town. Shall I ask
him to call?”
Mother: “No, dear, let him keep
on thinking so.” -Bell Hop.
No Sentiment About It
The diffident man had just con
cluded his dinner at a very smart
restaurant.
As he was preparing to leave he
noticed the orchestra was about to
start playing once again. At the
same time a voice bellowed in his
“Sir, remove that hat at once!”
The mild little man turned and
faced the excited colonel on his left
in astonishment. “Pardon me, he
said meekly. “I didn’t notice; are
tliey playing the national anthem?”
“NoV’ roared the other. “It’s my
hixtV’ —Montreal Star.
I noticed you limped when you
came in; do your shoes hurt?
Fond mother: I hope that young
man never kisses you by surprise.
Girl: No, he only thinks he does.
Too Late
Country Policeman (at scene of
murder)—“ou can’t come in here.”
Reporter—“But I’ve been sent to
do the murder.”
Policeman~“Well, you’re too
late: the murder’s been done.”
LEARN THE PIANO IN
l EN LESSONS
TENOR-BANJO OR
MANDOLIN IN FIVE
LESSONS
Give the principle parts of the
verb “sw'im,” Johnny,
Swim, .swam, .swum.
Good, now give the principle parts
of the verb “dim.”
Teacher, I’d rather not.
—Selected.
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