PAGE FOUR.
THE SALEMITE
Saturday, May 11,1929.
Triumph
It was with a trembling heart
that I stood on the hill that seemed
to top the world and watched the
horses ascend. On second thought
—do people’s hearts tremble? Per
haps not, in usual circumstances,
but truly this circumstance was far
from usual, and what else could it
be that fluctuated so violently be
neath my ribs? Its efforts left me
weak, and weary, and, at last, I was
forced to collapse on the comfort
ing earth and meet the enemy,
backed by her stalwart protection.
On they came—five great, burly
brutes, with roving eyes and swish
ing tails. At last, they halted
easily, and my four companions
mounted with ease and grace and-
mirabile dictu—nonchalance. It w
my time. Never would a Currie be
called a coward. I parted reluc
tantly wit^h Mother Earth, swal
lowed my heart once or twice, edged
around the horses’ evil eyes, aniJ
presented myself at the saddle. 1
listened to the instructor’s glib di
rections and watched liis graceful
example. Then, with closed eyes, I
did my best to emulate h'
succeeded to some degree, for event
ually I arrived on the summit of
that horse, though not without
timely shove or two from outside
sources. Now, I ask you—modestly,
however—wasn't that something to
be proud.of? I thought it was, at
any rate, and was feeling quite
jubilant until the instructor sudden
ly flicked the horse with his whip,
saying, “Don’t be afraid. Mabel’s
as gentle as a lamb. Just pull her
in, if she goes too fast. Get up,
Mabel!”
With ungracious suddeness, Ma
bel got into motion and a whole
hearted trot. My teeth clamped to
gether on my tongue and stuck, but
my hands were not free to unloose
them, being occupied with clinging
to the saddle. It’s all very well
for it to be bad form to touch the
saddle, but when it’s a matter of
life and death, style is no consider
ation, and death was imminent in
this ease, for I was hitting at a
different spot every minute. “Gent
ly, gently, Mabel,” I begged, but
due to jogging my meaning must
have been unintelligible, for Mabel
sped into a canter. I prepared for
the end and bade a mental farewell
to my mother. Imagine my amaze
ment to find myself riding easily
now, floating up and down instead
of bouncing, and hitting in the
place. I touched Mabel up and
sailed around the ring time after
time. It was glorious! Finally, I
loosed my grip on the pommel and
rode erect. Except for a rather
wide streak of sunlight in my shad
ow at times, due to the space be
tween me and the saddle, all wi
perfect.
I ask you frankly—wasn’t that
triumpli? I laughed to recall my
former fears. I’d laugh now, if
the eifort and all such forms of ex
ercise weren’t just a little too pain
ful.
—Lucy Currie.
NEW CABINET INSTALLED
AT BEAUTIFUL SERVICE
(Continued from Page One)
the ensuing year. Then Miss Grimes
and Miss Roper passed the light
throughout the audience.
The service closed with the sing
ing of the Association hymn: “Fol
low the Gleam.”
The members of the new cabinet
Charlotte Grimes—President.
Lillie Taylor—Vice-President.
Mary Elizabeth Meeks—Secre-
Louise Salisbury—Treasurer.
Wilhclmina Wohlford—Head of
Program.
Pat Holderness—Head of Eve
ning Watch.
Frances Caldwell — Head ol
Room.
Elizabeth R. Dewey—Head of
Poster.
Millicent Ward—Head of Music.
Mary Norris—Head of World
Fellowship.
Elizabeth Marx—Head of Chris
tian Volunteer Work.
Anna Preston—Head of Social.
Mary Myers Faulkner—Head of
Social Service.
Virginia Martin—Honorary Mem
ber.
A Night Spent
f Out-of-Dcors
“I can’t sleep out here. I’ll
slide off! I just know I will.
Please—let’s go inside.”
This amazing statement came
from my fond roommate one night
not very long ago—when she, anoth
er attractive girl and I attempted
to sleep on the slanting porch roof
of Lehman Hall.
“No, we ain’t going inside unless
it starts raining, not after I’ve pull
ed all these blankets and mattresses
out here,” remarked our charming
hostess.
“Well, my goodness, I didn’t know
it was going to be like this or I
never would have come—I know!
Let’s get some chairs and put them
down at our feet.”
This suggestion was carried
with the poor success of having the
cliairs, the minute they were touch
ed, slide to the edge of the roof
and balance tliere precariously until
we rushed to the rescue.
Then our hostess came to the front
with the amazing idea of arranging
two otlier mattresses under our feet
in order to put them on a level
with our heads. Everyone agreed
that tliis was a lovely idea. Need
less to say the hosteess and I
appointed to get the mattresses
while my R. M. “adapted herself
to the circumstances.”
We tried all the doors in
house, but the ones that weren’t
leading to inhabited rooms were
locked; and just as we were resign
ing ourselves to sleeping on a slant
ing bed we thought of going outside
and climbing in. We went out and
examined the windows carefully,
finding them a little higher from
the ground than we had expected.
But again our hostess was brave and
said she would climb up if I would
a shove. I gladly gave
her the required shove and let go
when I thought she had sufficiently
grasped the window sill. Unhappily
she hadn’t grasped it :,uffieiently,
and down she came. Imagine my
consternation to see that she didn’t
stop wlien she hit the ground but
kept right on going until all I could
me arm and her head. You
understand, it was very dark and
had carelessly forgotten that the
windows at Salem College had holes
under them (notice them some time),
We finally managed to get out of
the hole and after several attempts
she crawled over the top of the win
dow just as a car passed, flashing its
lights on her (imagine the view)
The mattresses were thrown to me
or on me rather—we dragged them
upstairs as we sang the tuneful
melody “Bringing in the Shams.”
Then as we reached the window
there was another surprise awaiting
us, the R. M. had disappeared! Vis
ualize over chagrin! We fixed the
ing to sleep when she made her ap
pearance. She had hidden in one
of the rooms and/ wanted us to
come look for her. The playful lit
tle creature! We all slept very com
fortably, thank you, even if the two
mattresses did make our feet twice
as high as our heads.
Editor’s Note: Of course this
narrative is pure fiction.
'Pa, what is a rare volume?”
asked Clarence.
‘It’s a book that comes back aft-
you have loaned it,” replied Pa.
I this photo-
lingle button
Wife: “But, dear,
graph you haven’t a
1 your coat.”
Hubby: “So you’ve noticed that
last! That’s why I had the pho
tograph made.”
falling
The shades of night
fast.
The scene was most appallin’.
For Mabel couldn’t go to bed
Because the shades had fallen.
Now that we’ve seen it on ever
type of masculine pate, we’ve d
cided that the dciby looks best o
the slide trombone.
“Did you miss that train, sir?”
“No, I didn’t like its looks, s
•based it out of the station.”
AT THE THEATRES
“The Desert Song,” starring
John Boles and Carlotta King.
“Gentlemen of the Press.”
MONDAY - TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
“Stolen Kisses,” starring
May McAvoy.
THURSDAY - FRIDAY
SATURDAY
“A Dangerous Woman,” with.
Baclanova and Johnnie Mack
Brown.
Auditorium
ENTIRE WEEK
The Shelton-Amos Players,
in “What Every Woman
Wants.”
Elderly man (in elevator)
“Fourth floor, please.”
Elevator boy: “Here you are
Elderly man: How dare you call
me son! You’re not my father!”
Elevator boy: “Well, I brought
you up, didn’t I?”
Simvly Had to Do It
“I knew she was a sub-title reader
when I married her. Your Honor;
but she was young, I loved her, and
I imagined I could cure her. But
it was not long before she showed
symptoms of telling the stories of
other movies she had seen while
were watching a film. I was kind
to her, gave her the best of 
even offered to send her to a t
tarium; but she refused all efforts
to aid her, and one night after wf
had returned from a movie, she be
gan to tell me the story of the book
1 which the film had been based;
[plaining what changes had been
made. And so, of course, I killed
“Defendant dismissed with the
thanks of the court! Call the next
!”—Kansas City Star.
They laughed when I sat down at
the piano—some idiot had moved the
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