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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Saturday, October 4, 1930. The Salemite Published Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College WHAT IS CHAPEL TO YOU Mov of u ,rc pro t;ike . hap- Hiingj enings, tucked in here and there ti fill up time and space, or rui ug'h mechanically to keep alivi 'd manner .some oh SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year :: lOe a Copy EDITORIAI- STAFF -in-Chief Edith Kirkland Daisy Lee Carson Managing Editor Associate Editor Associate Editor Feature Editor .. Local Editor Local Editor Music Editor :try Eciltor .... Ex. KUige Ed oim Editc .... Kitty M . Anna Preston ... Lucy Cui s Patou Pollock largaret Richardsoi .... Frances DougLu f Elizabeth Ilolcoml BUSINESS STAFF . Mary Non ertising M t. Adv. Mgr. Frances Caldwell Emily Mickey Nmiicv Fulton Ann Meistrr beth McClaugherty J llrinkley 1) .sy LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and ear- peted, not with for( vith grassi O n 1 ugh of little virtues and common fidelities, and you are neither a hero nor a saint. —Henry Ward Beecher. Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of God’s best gifts. It involves many things, but, above all, the power of going out of one’s self, and seeing and appreciating whatever is noble and loving in another. II hegur The eh; ■nded ih 1st happ icluded ■ lay ; thev i-ek do r it “filler eollep : out correctly as to the hours s minutes, or for ouSjiide ap- i.-es. Instead, they are def- planned services with an ob- givc something worth-while 1 student which will help her problems likelv to arise in life. indulge in i true that one is not quite the thing socially, if not en gaged in this womanly sport. Yet us, being tied down by the sordid search for learning, cannot it and consequently spend our n bewailing our lowly social But take heart! The day ne w'hen it is no longer neces- all and ])enetrate tlie depths of the ‘ hunting ha , and all social leade t up with zest and vif ■ Hughes. lose who enter .Memorial Hall an open mind cannot fail to each service full of pithy and helpful advice. Because they planned doe.s not necessarily ii thev are cut and dried, set speeches and the like, but, rather, one find them charged with interest and lively challenges. To fail to realii the purpose or to see the value, and, on the whole, receive no bei whatsoever from this half hour morning is uncomplimentary to the mental caliber of a college student. Each service presents an opportun ity. an outlet, a revealing of here tofore hidden knowledge; a hundred varying cross sections of life- these all pass you by? Is going to chapel merely a process of marching in a four-walled building, spending a boring tv.>enty or thirty minutes, and then a wild rush for the outer door? If this is so, something t ly important has slipped by something that might have adjusted the wrong or made the difficult r keeping your eyes and at chapel service, if any ai re smitten with a guilty e. It will be surprising to find lanv golden threads dropped which you may wind int activities that will add t( iiess of the pattern of PARAGRAPHICS an. Neither does the bus whicl conveys the “practice teachers.” To be or not to be school teachers That is the question now being de eided by many fair seniors. The fight is on! T'hree big dri\e> going over the top! Y. W. C. A. Pierrettes, and MacDowtll! MACDOWELL CLUB PROMISES EXCELLENT ENTERTAINMENT For its first Saturday night fea ture the MacDowell Club will pre sent, in co-operation with Sosnik’ an elaborate fashion show in Me morial Hall. .\Iodtls for this show have been chosen from the student body. They are: Anna Pres: .-Vniiie Koontz Sutton, Eva Hackney, Sara Sutton, Mary Gwyn Hiekei and Elizabeth Allen. There also be representatives from the Academy in this group. .Many beautiful fashions of e type will be modeled, and musical entertainment has also been provided He: ning y t thought. She: Your roomi ;ame thing. He: Oh, but I g( ore he does. —Wisconsh up a CHANT OF THE JUNGLE W’hy hie ; ■ Africa t(! the wilds big game igle. For big If doubt ^ inger nind, .02 Louisa Bitting at o’clock of a night and of the most exciting hunts your imagination could pos- iibly conjure up. F'or I was one of the first to espouse the sport, and I have developed a system all my own and a skill that is truly amazing. As the plaintive tones of the clock sounding the eleventh hour die 1 cease all labors and arise from my desk. It is my bugle call. Stealth ily I creep about, lowering the shade, closing the doors, and turning up the lig^its. Then, weapon in hand 1 bravely charge my victims. Though I be outnumbered by the a hint of fear, not a waver of doubt will you detect. I leap, I crouch, 1 turn, I twist, and I shout aloud in my excitement as fly after fly falb under my skillful blows. Clever in deed is he who escapes. For most of his brothers meet their deaths even on the wing. ’Tis great sport and unparalled exercise (the secret of my sylph-like figure, in truth) and, when at last I sink to slumbc it is even as an exalted warrior, e camped alone on the battlefield. ounded laying. iirpse.'- of his einlly ■ of t mber FROM “FIREFLIES” lys are colored bubbles that float upon the surface fathomless night. s of being. around flowers ■ HOW TO GET A COON OUT OF A TREE Write editorial about coon. Con- demm tree sitting as silly craze 'ceping nation. Coon will read breakfast. Opinion of coon molded by newspaper. Coon will come down. Canvas tree, tell coon you arc working way through college. Coon will be sympathetic. Will do best to help. Will give its all. Part with fur eoat. Put on show for coon. Coon will realize self is in balcony seat. V 1),' luimiliated. Descend at once. ] mand front row on aisle. Be p of speculator. Talk common sense to coon, say it has head in clouds. Coon will lose idealism. Will come dow'n to earth. Get both feet on ground. Become plodding animal. Install stock ticker in tree. Coon will follow same. Will gamble. Hold stocks for rise. Coon wiped out by raid of bears. Will sink to lowest depths. Be gone coon. — Jf. IV. Hcoit, from Life cobwebs, •e; tangled vith beauty. Autumn is a gypsy’s scarf thr across the earth. A living scarf of pulsing lines; scarlet and gold, orange and brow'U. Scarf of a i cer, lithe and free, with bare tanned feet and scarlet lips; of a gypsy with dusky hair. As she li so died in a flame of color. Autumn is in a grey scarf, olorless, drab gray this deli- searf. soft a ss beauty too sharp. This scarf lies folded in my drawer, dead, uninteresting, until I pull it out and see a hillside warm with the blending colors of late autumn and my scarf a curl of smoke rising through the trees. Again I see my scarf abov lake with the rays of a sinking Flaming orange fading into black barrenness of winter trees. Higher, where the sky is still blue there is a streak of grey that shades from pale into deeper shadows—my scarf. The sun has gone and in the deeping dusk a grey mist creeps over all, another clinging drapery. Soon night is woven into a bit of silk, woven of dim shadows and irowsy starlight. It is cool, de- licious'ly cool and fragile, an ’ scarf soft as rose petals drenched by di w. It is a breath of fragrance, sweet with the scent of dreams and of moonlight on dreaming flowe —Sh'irlei) Glenn in The Auro TWILIGHT —Olive Tilford Dorgan would I tion. For I am told—much to my grief and contempt—that one foremost damsels of society suffers from a fear complex at the approach of the animals. In fact, during an attack the other night in- id of entering the fray with zest a true huntswoman should, she renly arose, donned a wide-brim- 1 taffete hat and. thus protected, in sought slumber. Now knowing St psychology as I do. I can well gine the effect that a vision in polka-dot pajamas, lying ’neath bright green coverlets, and topped I pale blue taffeta hat, would : on them. The poor things _ilv died of fright. Can you blame them? .\ow, you can see at a glance, that no true hountswoman would take advantage of their weakness in this way. It just isn’t done. There fore in the interests of the sport, I am offering lessons in courage and enduran''c. sportsmanship and skill ach niglit at eleven o’clock in my boud'iir. With tears of shame and liitv in my oyes, I implore my sister of 'the taffeta hat to come. To all el!.ev. I extend a cordial invitation. (It Is necessary that a nominal fee be charged for weapons, upkeep, and burial expense.) Lost and Found I.OS'r—A Waterman fountain pen by Rachel Bray. Finder please return to Room 231, Alice Clewell Building. BOOK REVIEW! Tile Viking Press The name of Dorothy Parker had become a watchword even before she broke into prose. How often we have been laughed out of a depress ing mood or diverted to, greater laughter in a gay one, by the de lightful whimsicalities -of Enoiigb Rope and Sunset Gun. It is good to find the ironic point of view of these two volumes of verse (Miss Parker would be the last one to call it poetry) and a new note ofpathos, even tragedy, in the group of short stories, monologues, and character sketches that make up Laments For the Living. There is skillful char acterization here, there is emotion but never sentimentality, and there is a sanity, a balance, a humor that is highly salutatory. Hundreds of would-be sophisticates tried to copy the delightful satire of Enough Rope. They failed. The vivid starkness and philosophical despair of Dorothy Parker’s prose will ])rove to be less inimitable. “We ire all weary troubles—along life’s dusty way— ; man can plav the pipes—in God’s name le't him play.” Books Books are the masters who in struct us without rods and ferules, without hard words and anger, without clothes or money. If you approach them, they are not asleep. If investigating you interrogate them, they conceal nothing. mistake them, they never mble. If V e ignora , thev lot LOST -A green Parker Fountain Pen. If found return to Joe M'alker. I.OST- -A post-office key for Box 36. If found. please return to 310 Alice Clev veil Building. I.OST- -Typing book pad, Livy Book , I.atin Dictionary and pencil in fr ont of .Mai in Hall. Please re- turn to Sara Graves, Room C, Socic ■ty Hall. LOST—A black and white Conklin Fountain Pen. The name of ( er is engraved in red. Return to Grace Pollock, 322 Alice Clewell Building or to Miss Stipes’ office. Silk Hosiery .49 Pair With all the special care and attention centered on the clear chiffon Vi' e a V e, the dainty heels and picot edged tops, the extra-long length, the reinforced points where yon need them most . . . No. 455 justifies its popularity! ^^'ith so much attention centered on hor.!;rv this season . . . only the smartest shades are included. Sizes 8'/o to lOyo. J, C. Penney Company 130 - 134 West 4th Street “Electricity—The Servant in the Home ' It does the cooking, refrigerating, sweep ing, washing, ironing and other tasks—and does them all more efficiently and with the expenditure of less effort on the part of the housewife than you can imagine. If your home is not thoroughly electrified you are missing much that makes life worth while. SOUTHERN PUBLIC UTILITIES COMPANY
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