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THE SALEMITE Saturday, March- 9, 1929. The Salemite SAL TO EM Em Deah; SUBSCRIPTION PRICE After the letter of last week, beau tiful in its sentiment and remarkable in its structure, I hesitate to write as commonuplace letter as mine usu ally are. But, si many things hap- t Body' pen around here, I need to get some I off my mind. I Early in the morn until late at night, something is always happen- ' ing. I say early, because I dis- ^ tinctly remember that on last Mon- $2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy' day morning, in spite of the deluge I outside, one of our brave flag bear- ' • ' I ers braved all, rose early and after EDITORIAL STAFF h few h«„ied bites, went to her I post of duty. And alas, for the EdItor-ln-Chief Dorothy Ragan, ’29, poor dear, the "powers that be” de- Managing Editor Ruble Scott, "29 jjg,. jgy privilege of Associate Editor Laila Wright, "80 flying her flag. Associate Editor Lucile Hassel, ’30 j gg many-Qf us are sore as strained Music Editor.. Elitabeth Andrews, ’29 muscles can make us. Those of us Literary Editor Lessle Phillips, ’80 “Rio Rita” and, incident- Sport Editor ...ara ESrd, 31 ally, the woman who stood on her Local Editor Edith Kirkland, 81 walked round herself, suf- Local Editor Kathleen Moore, ’31 tortures, I assure you. That —, vvriTnan w.ns to be admired BUSINESS STAFF Business Mgr. Isabelle Dunn Asst. Bus. Mgr Eleanor Willingham Ad». Manager Jessie Davis Asst. AdT. Mgr Eva Hackney Asst. Adv. Mgr Elva Lee Kenerly ^•st. Adv. Mur Elizabeth Allen Clrcuoiion Mgr. Carolyn Brinkley Asst. Circ. Mgr _...Mary Norris Asst. Circ. Mgr. Elliabeth Ward REPORTERS Marjorie Siewers Milllcent Ward Mary Myers Faulkner. LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY So long as faith with freedom reigns And loyal hope survives. And gracious charity remains To leaven lawly lives; While there is one untrodden SPENDING LEISURE TIME The question was asked one col lege student a few weeks ago, “How do you spend your spare time at school?” The girl addressed shrug ged her shoulders and replied, “I have none to spend—it is all filled up.” Of course we know this was a very exaggerated statement, yet it brings to mind the question of what we do with our spare moments. A great number of students do not avail themselves of many of the opportunities college life offers be cause they say they do not have the time. College life is not so overly crowded with academic prep arations that the student does not have some vacant hours. During tliese hours it is possible for her to do many of the things she would like to do. When she is asked to come out for athletics or take part in class activities she will more than likely find time if she is interested. If spare time is not all spent at the drug stores, up street, or talking with friends it can easily be used to accomplish something worth while. Habits formed in college are hab its formed for life. If we form the liabit of using our leisure time in the- most profitable manner this habit will prove to be a great help if we have to work for ourselves. Not all work and no play, but the right kind of play is the slogan to be practiced. she had no backbone. Any^vay, are sore yet because of attempts to show those who didn’t see her, how she did. But, just watching her would make one quite sore. I believe I mentioned something about “late.” You’d know what I meant if you could see all these Seniors coming in so late at night. Of course. I’m not writing of what happens while they are out; I only mention their coming in. Some of us think there should be a Junior, and Sophomore, and perhaps a Freshman party, for surely the re sults of the Seniors were perfect. We’re still in the dark as to what grade Edna Lindsey is going to give Mr. Campbell on his bacteriology class; Poor man, she certainly keeps him busy. She is, indeed, an austere instructor. I really must run along. Think I’ll take in a class or two today. W'hen you’ve nothing much to do, sit down and enjoy yourself thinking of —SAL. She (after a quarrel): “Leave this house. I never want to see agafn. Go this instant.” He: "I have one last request to make before I leave you forever.” She (sweetly, oh, very sweetly): "Well, what is it?” He: “Before I go, would you mind getting off my lap ?” Volley Ball Games The volley-ball games will begin Monday night at 6:45. At this time the Juniors will play the Sopho mores and the Seniors will play the P'reshmen. The winners of these two games will play each other Wednesday night to decide the championship. These volley ball games promise to be fast and furi ous, for not only have the different teams been practising for several months, but they have also observed teams outside the school. Last Tuesday night about thirty Salem girls made a little trip to the Y. M. C. A. (chaperoned?—of course!) to see the Winston Y. M. C. A. vol ley ball team play the Kannapolis one. The game was an unusually good one. Could it be that the players were inspired by the un heard of audience of thirty college girls? At any rate those same lege girls received many good points from the game, and if you notice any spectacular serving or driving in the games Monday night you may be sure the girl’s interest was directed entirely on the volley ball players. We should like to predict who will win, but we couldn’t do that. Each team is endowed with shining lights, little and big. The only forecast that we can make going to be one struggle Monday night, and that one is going t( continuous. We can give some w ings, however. O Freshmen, you think you are good; you won a lov ing cup in basketball, but—beware of that old "what-you-may-call-it” serve of Ann Hairston’s. Sopho-1 mores, you think you can handle the ball, but—what are you going to do with that bomb that Margaret Sells slashes over the net to the floor ? i Juniors, you think you are warm on] the volley ball, floor, but when Ruth j Carter gets hot—what is that going to make you ? And lastly, O mighty! Seniors, you think you are big, but you are going to feel mighty little when you face Marion Turner. Take' heed, all you classes, and on your toes for Monday night at 6:4S! BCOK REVIEW SON OF THE GODS Up until the last chapter. Son of the Gods promised to be the most unique book of modern fiction. Its characterization was more than un usual ; its plot, not new, but handled in a most extraordinary way. keeps one soaring with interest to the very last minute then drops with such suddenness and impossibility that one can hardly get up and straighten out the wrinkles. Sam Lee is the fascinating an old, wealthy Chinaman. d L d?”M etaoin shrdlu 1234 1 born in San Francisco, brought up in York and given every advan tage that it is possible to give to the most fortunate young American. Be cause of his superior education, his wealth and his old father’s social position, Sam is an outcast among his own people and yet, being yel low, he is hardly acceptable in white social circles. Yet he looks very American with only slight Oriental traces. He falls in love with a rich American girl who returns his amour until she learns of his birth. She publicly insults him and retires have a nervous breakdown because e is unable to disregard her love for the really fascinating Sam. Sam is disgusted and turns toward the Chinese to forget. So is the age-old race question set up and, almost, ^'e hope for some settlement. Then •eading farther we at least become satisfied that the author will realize the futility of the thing and leave with a really satisfying, rather dramatic tragedy. But he does nothing of the sort; he only has the fairy godmother, in the person of Irish Eileen, to come in and defi nitely prove that Sam is no China- of noble birth but an American changeling left on the doorstep of the venerable Lee Ying who raised ’is son. The one, tiny re deeming feature of this ignoble ndin^j is that Sam realizes that the knowledge has degraded his opinion of his real ancestry. If you read the book, I would advise you to shut it at the beginning of the last chapter and decide on your own :nding. Ain’t It Nice? Ain’t it nice, these brisk days to get up at seven and skip, actually kip, over to breakfast, ain’t it nice? Ain’t it nice maybe to get up at six—or five, say—and hike around, ‘up hill and down dale,” just ’cause vou feel that way? Ain’t it nice too at eight-twenty- five to be ready and listening for the old chapel bell—so you can rush ght in and sing loud paeans of ■ n’t it nice sometimes to catch ight o'clock class—to pay glad attention—to answer with vigor? Ain’t it nice to dash over to An derson’s where Rob Roy, Rick, Lou and dear Mabel are waiting impa tiently to canter away with just you? Ain’t it nice to grab the old bat and swing at the ball, to run ener getically round the field—in this lovely March wind-—to the tune of a ball whizzing through the air which may not hit you on the shin, and then again it may? Ain’t it nice to wear a sleeveless dress' to classes and sit next to the window in the breeze? Ain’t it nice to study these days? Isn’t the very atmosphere academic ally inducing? Ain’t it nice to crack the near-ice and juinp in for a lively swim or lybe to dally on the edge of the pool dipping your toes—oh, ain’t it Ain’t it nice to walk up town and shop all the afternoon? Even if you can’t find anything to fit or match, ain’t it nice just to do it? Ain’t th's old weather nice any way ? Ain’t it nice to be active and working ? Ain’t it nice—huh? No, it ain’t! None of it is. But I can tell you what is. Pull your old window down to stop that March out there howling, tuck your toes far ther down, and with a blanket or two just dream on—till noon even. Dream about summer—no classes— the moon in July—dream about nothing, ain’t it nice? Nice to be lazy—^not lazy but dreamy just be cause it’s Spring. Now ain’t dat Somebody grab a spoon and bring on the sulphur and molasses! (And aint dat nice?) INTERESTING PROGRAM GIVEN IN MUSIC HOUR (Continued from Page One) and is still the greatest of its kind. It was formerly customary among great composers to improvise caden zas to the concertos which they wrote. Today, however, the caden- is are written out. A good motion picture organist must be able to improvise. He must be able to change the tunes which he plays as the picture changes. Each tune must merge into the next without a definite break. The different tunes played must, of course, be illustrative of the chang- ng moods of the picture. This use f the art of improvisation is the most recent. In speaking of improvisation the question arises: “How is it done?” It is done in many different ways. The player must think quickly in terms of music. He must translate into music h s own mood or emo tions. People who play by ear im provise. Many people, however, pretend to improvise who actually ot. They merely find something to play and play it. The player ist give the composition unity. He ly build phrases and sentences from a small musical thought of only a few notes. He is not compelled to limit himself to this motive alone, however. He may put the theme into another key, turn it around, or go away from the original idea, though he just always comes back to it in the end. In this way he uses the three part form of compo sition. He should work the piece up to a definite climax in order to make interest'ng. Some composers take one motive and never get any- vhere with it. It is merely repeat- ;d again and again in a slightly different form. This has been Called the "wall-paper pattern” composi tion. The composition cannot be too unified or too varied. After delivering this interesting' iddress on "Improvisation,” Dean Vardell played some delightful 11- Iu;)trations. He used motives given ■lim by various members of the ■iudience in most of h's selections, >ut at the end of the program he sked the privilege of choosing his >wn theme. The audience was so delighted with the charming result that it demanded another, selection which when rendered was more at tractive than any of the preceding To the Freshmen The regular Salemite staff was de lighted to have a vacation last week. Also, we were delighted to see the fine spirit in which the Freshmen returned to the Sophomores good for evil, in the true Christian manner. Particularly were we impressed by their repeated manifestations of good will toward womankind, and especi ally toward the dear Sophomores— who lovingly and tenderly guided them through the first months of their college life. We are all glad that the dear Freshmen are fond of us, aren’t we, girls? And don’t for get, Freshmen, self-appreciation is a desirable quality. Don’t depreciate your virtues. Of course modesty is all right in its place, but too much of it . . . you know! The Sahara The true Sahara is a great desert 'h^t stretches, a bare and dead world of its own, all across Africa. A ■strange world it is, for it has moun tains, valleys and plains like the liv ing world, save that nothing grows to cover the bare ribs of the earth, and nothing moves but the great winds, and now and then the’wander ing Arabs. The desert is of fpnr sorts, the rook desert, the desert of dry salt lake beds, the desert of flat sand fVd down by sage and cactus, and fhe desert of the moving dunes of ■^nd.—Eun'ce' Tietjens, in Child TJfe Magazine. “Do you know the subject of the rst slow motion picture?” A. & P. Store ALWAYS READY TO MEET THE NEEDS OF Salem College Giris Just around Corner Welcome Salem Girls! WE ARE ALWAYS GLAD TO SEE YOU IN OUR STORE ANCHOR STORE “WINSTON-SALEM’S SHOPPING CENTER” THE BEST IN TOWN Robert E. Lee Barber Shop A NUTRITIOUS, WHOLESOME DEUCACY Blue Ribbcn Ice Cream Mate of ^resh, swaet cream and choicast fruits are used in all fruit cream. GET SOME TODAY FROM YOUR NEAREST DEALER Hinkle-Lancaster 423 N. Trade Street. Phones 2931 - 2932
