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PAGE TWO. THE SALEMITE Saturday, May 11, 1929. The Salemite SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Lucile Hassell Managing Editor..ljessle Brown Phillips Associate Editor Edith Kirkland Associate Editor....Mary Myers Falkener Music Editor Millicent Ward Sfort Editor...., Sara Eflrd Local Editor Kitty Moore BUSINESS STAFF Carolyn Brinkley. Eva Hackney Elizabeth Allen Elizabeth Ward Mary Norris Elizabeth McClaugherty Frances Caldwell Louise Brinkley. REPORTERS ra Graves. Mary Martin Eleanor Idol LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY “From hence, ye Beauties, undeceived. Know one false step is ne’er retrieved. And he with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wan- dring eyes. And heedless hearts, is lawful prise; Nor all that glistens, gold” “It is better to be a fool than to be dead.” —jStevenson. PARAGRAPHICS We, congratulate Misses Mary Miller Faulkner, Sally Hunter Ball and Margaret Vaughn on having se cured positions to teach next year. A campaign for males is In order now that the Juniors have SENIOR PRIVILEGES. Let us mourn. We hear that our Christmas holiday for the ensuing year will last only two weeks, in stead of three as heretofote. Oh, the inconsistencies of man! Is it right that on our campus an innocent inhalation of mild and de lightful aroma (preferably Camels) be regarded with horror, as one of tlic cardinal sins, on a par with the dishonorable and immoral practice of cheating.^ When is there going to be an ap- appropriately full moon so that Mr. Campbell can at last entertain the dubious seniors at the long-promised and eagerly-anticipated steak-fry? (Page balky Luna!). We invite your sympathy. Imag ine trying to compose paragraphics during a hectic season of notebooks, term papers, entertainments, recit als, baseball games, spring dances, and other distracting “dongs.” We know that Miss Foreman and all of the budding psychologists went into ecstasies over Mme. Ag nes, charming guest of Miss Mary Duncan McAnally, who exhibited for their observation this week div ers enfant reactions, native tenden cies, emotions, and instincts. Hav ing interviewed her personally, we couldn't blame them. FEMALE ORATORS In beginning our editorial, we wish to acknowledge our indebted- iss and thankfulness to Mr. Jo- iph Addison, deceased editor of the Spectator, for furnishing a topic for us to editorialize upon, and for supplying a few suitable thoughts and words in the absence of our i-functioning brain. Also to Pub lius Vergilius Maro (merely Vergil unsophisticated minds) do we accord our sincere thanks and deep est appreciation. Along with Mr. Addison, we wish divide all female orators (that is, of course, all the feminine sex) into three types: (1) Gossips, (2) Gos sips, and (3) Gossips. (Ed. note: this is written by a member of the female species, who, by the way, is soured on the world nor bitter against her sex.) We are all gos sips, so we may as well admit it. Ours is to be a discussion of Gossip, many apologies if we depart from the subject. Gossip—the term applied to jabbering about your next-dooi- neigSibor, talking ^about best friend behind her back, taking a slight suggestion (for you knoxo that wliere there is smoke thtre is some fire!) and magnifying it until you are sure that so-and-so is just terr'ble.” A gossip is a term •hich may be applied to Mrs. Fid dle-Faddle who knows before you do that you’re going to have fish for supper, and that your sister is al ready secretly married. Gossiping is very destructive even when it is not meant to be. We call friend, Vergil, to our aid in pointing out the destructiveness of Gossip or Rumor: “Rumor goes through the great cities swifter than any other; she in creases by motion and acquires strength by moving. ' A monster which has more watchful eyes, gab bling tongues, and open ears than anyone knows. By night she does not close her eyes in slumber, and by day, she sits, a spy, on the lofty towers—a messenger of falseliood and error rather tlian of truth.” Coming down to earth and to Salem campus again after our lofty flight into the realms of the immor tals, we find that even here on Salem campus we have that “messenger of falsehood and error rather thai truth.” Having nothing else to tertain us except the pleasant c pation of studying we resort to talking about each other, for stance, how much better the girl across the hall would look if she wouldn t wear a pink dress with that red hair, how many times her roommate has borrowed toothpaste from us, and how highly indignant we got when somebody told us that Flora got a box that looked like food and didn’t ask us to have some. Mr. Addison half-way professes to believe what the Irishman said: “A woman’s tongue must be glad when she’s asleep, for it has not a moment’s rest when she is awake.” Let’s show Mr. Addison, Mr. Vergil, and the other ancients that we, here Salem campus, can get rid of gossip and can substitute for it truth and sincerity, their own requisites. SAL TO EM VOICES speak again and drop your words like stars the dark pool of my restlessness What music is there like your voice to still These many voices calling me apart, The soxmd of far winds beating on my heart. Oh, speak but once that I may close my ears To siren voices from enchanted Let n but s ; you that I may not Each white sail starting to s distant shore Where restless sounding seas beat evermore. Forever in my ears are sounding Of sea-birds winging over silver I would be gone, but yet I cannot These ceaseless calls to life I have not known If your own music stills each ove: —The Chronicle Em Dear: I feel as though I should be “soaring amongst the clouds which are borne thru the sky on sweetly perfumed zephyrs," and if it weren’t for the existence of unromantic school life, I’d most likely be there, dreaming, in “the great arch of heaven.” For truly we saw a bit of fairy-paradise in May Day, which was unsurpassable in its beauty. Everything—the day, theplaee, the ladies of the court, the beautiful queen, the dances, all, were as near ly perfect as one might ever hope for. Our only regret is that every body we know didn’t see it, for it was indeed very impressive and beautiful. But, getting to less fanciful—tho’ I’m sure, no less beautiful—sub-i jects; we are having the “Davidson Dramatists”, with us this week-end. Our own “Tish” Currie will act with them. They are presenting “The Taming of the Shrew,” and one wonders if the attempt is to be made at taming “Tish.” Be that as it may, and quoting Dr. Wil- lougliby, we shall have the oppor- ity of seeing “Tish” as a “true young lady.” It’s time, ’cause you know liow rowdy that sister of her’s Loyalty! That word describes me Salem students to a “T”. My dear, if you only knew how many loyal comrades we have! Some bought tickets to the sophomore picture and then didn’t go; but they bouglit them, all the same! N ow, isn’t that loyalty for you—or is it the result of the unflinching perse- verence of the threatening Sopho mores ? One hardly dared refuse to buy a ticket, and one was hardly courageous enough to offer, meekly, “I’ve bought one, already.” What sales-ladies these bold, bad sopho mores would make! Dearie, some of us know now how we’ll look in heaven. Whether tliis is a true picture or merely work of fancy, I know not; but c lestial forms are becoming to sor of this “heavenly host.” Witness tlie picture carried in last week’s “Salemite.” Observe the buxom at tendant who bears a facial resem blance to Mary Myers Faulkner. I tell you, ’tis “a hale and hearty host” who flit on under the shining light of the cherub Hassell. ’Tis time for this to stop. There’ll be only a few more letter, for—oh joy—we’ve only a few weeks mt here; but there’ll be some more, here’s threatening. Doubtlessly yours, —SAL. OPEN FORUM THE MOST PRESENT EVIL Everything was going along ac- ording to its usual routine on Tuesday until about ten o’clock when a young lady entered a room and began quietly distributing brown books which everyone seemed to be clamoring for. Several minutes later ■ould be heard echoes of “I’ll iwear,” “damn,” “drun,” and many other such unlady-like expressions. Only seniors seemed to be their carefree selves. Oh!—and Liz Green who’s going to New York next winter, didn’t look very worried On the second page of the Salem College Catalogue appeared these words: Thursday, Dec. 19, 1929—Christ mas Vacation begins, 4:'t5 p. m. Friday, January 3, 1930—Classes begin at 9:00 a. m. In spite of this we noticed that school begins and closes as usual. Now w:hat, may we ask, has hap pened? Is this extra week of school to be devoted to term papers, parallel reading, quizzes, or worse? Won’t we have fun next year with no Junior Hall, no cuts, and a week less vacation? —Elizaheth Ward. Proud Fatlier: “Let me tell you. sir, tht man who gets my daugh ter will get a prize.” Hopeful Candidate: “I say now. that’s exciting. May I see it now. please?” ANNOUNCEMENTS A PATTERN IN SHADOWS Beginning today and lasting un til May 25th, there will be an Art I Exhibit of worth-while pic tures by well-known Artists in the Pilot building at the corner of Fourth and Poplar streets. Salem students are cordially invited to at- Students, don’t forget that today the last day for filing summer school slips and registration cards the registrar’s office. Dr. Rondthaler will deliver the commencement sermon of the year at Summerfield High School Sunday, May 12, at eight in the evening at the invitation of Supt. A. C. Metz. The college riding meet will be held this afternoon at three o’clock 1 tlie lower athletic field. Dr. Anscombe will deliver the Commencement address of the Stoneville Higli School at Stoneville, ”. C., Sunday, the twelfth. Monday the college Sophomores will entertain the Senors at tea at the homie of Mrs. Joseph Fletcher 1 West Fourth street. Tlie pupils of Mr. Schofield will give a recital in Memorial Hall at 8:1,5 Monday night. The History Club will meet Tues day night at 6:45. At Expanded Chapel hour on Wednesday, Mrs. Chase Going Woodhouse will speak on “Voca tional Guidance.” The Mathematics Club will meet Alice Clewell Campus Living Room Wednesday at five o’clock. On Friday night in Memorial Hall a recital will be given by Miss Sallie Hunter Ball, pianist, accompanied by Miss Mary Cash, organist. On Friday afternoon. May 18, members of the Salem Saddle Club will enter the first Winston-Salem Horse Show at the Fairgrounds. ■ The members of the Sigma Delta Sigma sorority have elected their officers for 1929-30: Agnes Pollock, president; Alice Caldwell, secre- tary-treasurer; Annie Koonce Sut- n, Pan-Hellenic representative. Tho officers of the Theta-Delta Pi sorority for the ensuing year are: I.ucile Hassell, president; Elizabeth Allen, secretary-treasurer. (Pan- Hellenic representative to be chosen later.) Out of the darkness of the high vaulted cathedral stole the sound of soft music from a great organ with golden pipes. Only a few tapers flickered around the altar, fashion ing fanciful shadows on the stained window panes. In the lofty eaves a light summer breeze rustled like some unseen presence, ghostly and evading. The music came again— low and passionate, as if the soul of the man whose fingers trembled over the manuals was being drawn out tlirough those pipes that vibrated in the vast dome like slender beams of sunlight. Down in the darkness sat a man —alone. Tiny beads of perspira tion dampened his forehead, and he clutched the back of a bench with dirty, calloused hands. Now the music came to him like the whispers of a man to the woman he loves, and the intruder shut his eyes, loosening his hold on the bench. Now it was sighing like wind through tall pines by the sea in the dead of night. One taper at the altar burned low; finally the flame died silently, and the shadows ,rby merged into blackness. The music pushing its way through breathless space, reached the man in the darkness, fragile as moonlight. It was like a dream of music. He put out his hand as if to feel the softness of the sounds which floated around him. Shadows of darkness and dreams of soft music—wind in the eaves and wavering candles somewhere in a blurred mist. The bitterness that red at the heart of the man flickered out like the altar taper, leaving him weak and exhausted, and there on the lonely bench with a smile on his lips—he slept. The PICTIJRE l*TELLStliei ’^STORY."' PIEDMONT ENGRAVING CO. Printiii(S''Plates - from Pictures'- D. G. Craven Co. THE LADIES’ AND MISSES’ STORE The wife of a certain bishop was ry ill, and required a serious op- ation. As she recovered from the anaesthetic she was heard to mur- “Am I in Heaven? Am I in Heaven? 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