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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, March 16, 1929
The Salemite
Published Weekly by the Student Body
of Siilein College.
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LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
Jl'hcn Earth’s last picture is
painted, and the tubes are
trcisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have
faded, and the yonnf/est crit
ic has died,
U’e shall rest, and faith, we
shall need it Ur down for
Till the Master’of All Good
SPRINGTIME
Wliat is it we like best about the
month of March? Indeed it can
be her howling, whipping wind.s. It
is t!ie .advent of spring. F
across the winter’s days we have s
complained, and longed for the :
turn of briglit, blitlisome sjiring.
We might ask ourselves what
there is in this approaching season
whicli arouses both the young and
, the old. The wliole world about u
•seems to be of a new spirit at th
sound of tlie first-returned robin’
call, at the sight of the blossoming
crocus or the budding maple, and
by just tlie feel of the air, for all
these are indicative of another be
ginning. In spite of the ill wind*
of March, one has cause to rejoic(
in nature’s reawakening.
Over and over again springtime
his represented youth. The buoy
ancy, jollity and vivacity of frolic
some youth shine forth in the danc
ing daffodils, tlie nodding tulip and
the bold showing of new green. The
aged find enjoyment in feasting
their eyes ujjon these things which
are suggestive of tlie glories that
have once been theirs. Tlien the
constant recollection of the help
lessness of age and all of its i
tivity is removed when the bleak
winter days lengthen into happier,
brighter ones. A certain sweetness
breathes in the air.
To the young person springtime
opens countless opportunities for
closer associations with nature and
her great out-of-doors. There is a
sort of allurement that makes
“ . . . the young man’s fancy
I^ightly turn to thotiglits of love.
Tliis is simply the best season of
the year, we all will agree; and it
truly should be a season for renew
ing friendships, building strongei
body and character and forgetting
grudges.
Mood
Undeniably, yes, Spring has came.
Certainly the birds tweet and twitter
idiotically, tunelessh', without
rhyme, reason, earlier now—even
before the usual cold gray mist of
n has dispersed. Are not these
daybreak songsters (damp jaybirds)
iputed to be among the liarbingers
of Spring.? Also, the puffy-cheeked
March winds are blowing, blowing,
as you used to read about in
IQS. But who cares? They
blow skirts over heads and hair into
They dry up puddles, then
hustle up some dull blue clouds in
I hurry; again it rains. And as it
rains, pigs stand in the mud grunt
ing liymns of I.ove and Hate. The
i-erv sunshine looks black
Oh' misery!
W'ay off on a High Place is a
lodging lighted by the cynical lan
tern—in which smolder the flames of
doubt and unbelief. Somewhere
witliin pale, beshadowed alabaster
t a bitter-faced woman called
Lucerne touches icy lips to the
til of a brass saxaphone and
plays a blatant tune . . . Slowly
her fingers relax their hold of the
keys; saxaphone drops to her knees.
With a tired gesture she pushes her
red hood back from her forehead.
The mask falls from her face
inks to Mr. O’Neill.) Lucerne
;vealcd as a lovely young girl
who lias evidently been under a
t strain. She is by no means
the liardened sophisticate that she
first seemed to be. Her face is
inged with sadness and her eyes
bespeak a deep hurt . . . disillu.s-
ionment . . . lost faith ... a liurt
deep to overflow in tears. Curi
ously she stares at the brass saxa
phone, recoils from it as if it were
•strange creature, then hastily
puts it aw'ay in a dark, cobwebby
corner.
She opens a high easement win-
iw first gently wiping away tlic
dust from the panes—in order to sci
again tlie riclily-hued glass; and
looks longingly out at the full orange
1 and at the trees swaying in
wind, .a fantastically. graceful
silhouette. Then, as if suddenly re-
nbering a momentarily forgotten
danger, she turns quickly to cast a
friglitencd glance around the vast
>om ... An expression of relief
-■places tliat of fear. From a great
irved chest she takes a violin. (Her
lask, from the floor, laughs at her
lightly, scornfully; but slie ignores
it.) She pulls a silken cord, and the
folds of a velvet curtain form a
wall opposite the casement window,
shutting out the rest of t!ie room.
■Next she extingu’shes th.; lamp; and
the risen moon casts, through the
open window, a shaft of silver,
whicli caressingly touches the soft
dusky liair of Lucerne and lends
her sad eyes and lips an ethereal
luty. Softly she plavs liaunting
melodies—laments for' departed
; protests against the deceit of
; sighs of a breaking lieart.
. . . The harsh sounds of mirth-
laugliter breaks the spell. Lu-
e clutches her violin to her
St as if to protect it from the
grasp of a rapacious hand. There is
anguish in her face as she listens
with bowed head to the great green
owl which chants to her from the
window sill—and his emerald eyes
flash in the moonlight . . . “Take
care, woman, lest the Cruel Many
behold thee without thy mask, dis
cover tliy wounded pride, and see
thy breaking heart. How ready to
laugh thee to shame, to deride* thy
loneliness, to trample thee down—if
once they should suspect! Forget
not thy shield of indifference. Thou
must be cynical Lucerne—the gay,
the flippant Lucerne.”
There is a loud knocking at the
portal . . . The sound of laughter .
. . . voices . . , guests arriving.
Like an arrow the owl flies into the
night. The woman called Lucerne
looks fatigued, but determined, and
strangely beautiful. Quickly she
closes the window, pushes aside the
velvet curtain, puts aw'ay her violin,
and lights the gay lanterns. In a
moment she has donned her mask;
again she appears to be gay and in
souciant. She picks up her brass
saxaphone and hastens to welcome
her guests—laughing . . . Oh^ Mis-
SAL TO EM
Em how.
Speaking of “tempus fugiting,”
I’m sure it’s the weather that is
“fugiting” from one extreme to the
other. Now, I ask you, how can
a body know what to wear in such
w'eather as we are having?
Only two weeks my dear until we
shall take ourselves “each to her
respective home”or am I presumpti
ons? Anyway, if the time doesn’t
hurry past, there will be a few cases
of first degree murder around here.
Isn’t it odd, how the most loving
natures can experience, at times, the
desire to commit murder? Is it
Spring or is it nerves?
After last Tuesday afternoon.
I’m willing to believe anyone who
says I). A. R. means “Dating Alum
nae’s Return.” I didn’t believe Sa
lem could have so many alumnae as
I saw that day. And those who
weren’t such professed to haying
attended the convention only in the
hopes of seeing “Salem” and the be
loved Bishop Rondthaler. How'
proud we Salem girls arc to be able
to call these two treasures our own.
Sore sides and happy memories.
But don’t forget, folks; it’s what
you get, folks, for making “whoop
ee.” I mean the “.lunior Whoopee”
was the best yet. Poor little Milli-
eent Ward and her sliort stubby
army. But, Lucy Currie suggests
that Millicent drink milk, for that’s
how .she, Lucy, grew nice and tall.
Thi.s must cease, and how. Re-
Isle of View,
Volley Bawl
Well, critters. I’ve decided not to
present this game from the ball’s
point of view or to write it up in
a form suitable for outline for three
splendid reasons. First, because
tliat is old and stodgy, second, be
cause that is old and stodgy, third,
because that is old and stodgy. If
I may be permitted to plunge head
first into my narrative. I’ll describe
the situation of some twenty Salem
girls wlio had plunged headfirst into
their clothes, the street car, and the
y. M. C. A. gym in rapid succession
and had found tliemselves f.aced with
a trying ordeal. The trying part
was trying to keep track of the hand
some, black-headed star and the
measly, little volley-ball at one and
the same time. No solution was ten
dered, so the tittering females con
tinued to lean over the slanting rail
until it offered some -cutting sug
gestions that they sit down, and in
sisted upon breaking a rib, if they
refused to comply. The playing was
interesting and instructive and sev
eral other things expressed by
lengthy words, and the pepsodent
smiles and palm olive complexions
of the players received due atten
tion. (I’m describing a volley ball
game. Don’t mention it! I was
happy' to enlighten you.) Our side
won by' a wide margin, but the re
joicing w'as weak and w'obbly. Evi
dently we M'eren’t on the right side
after all, but never mind, nothing
ever comes back from the wash.
This wasn’t intended to be inter
esting, so snore on in peace, it has
served its purpose beautifully.
—A Nony Moose.
(Contirrued From Page One)
for a group of children to march to
a festival to be held in Yorkshii
He could not find a suitable song,
so on the night before the great
day' he sat down and wrote the
stirring song. Picture the group of
children as they marched forward
carrying their banners and singing
that wonderful hymn led by th(
composer of it. Is it any wonder
that a hymn written with such
spiration should live through the
ages ?
Drunk: (bumping into lamp post)
“i'.xcuse me, sir.” (bumping into
fire hydrant) “Excuse me, I ’
boy.” (bumping into second
post and falling down) “Well, I’ll
just wait till the crowd pashes.”
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MAY McAVOY I VITAmONE
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A Sound Picture
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