Page Four.
THE SALEMITE
Saturday, February 14, 1931.
THE MOON CHILD
(Continued From Page Two)
carry the bits of her soul after she
would collect them. Tlie big,
gold fish gave a big, wise smile
reached out upon the lake and caught
up a little white mist which he fash
ioned into a small sack. This, the
moon child held tightly in Iu;r hand,
and again started out to find her
As the night slowly faded and the
pale gray of rising morn gave birth
to the vivid hues of sunrise, the moon
child stood in awe, for until that
hour she had never seen the dawn.
Doubtless she would have stood there
forever had not a slight noise attract
ed her attention, and, as she turned,
she saw another person as wholly en
chanted with the sunrise as she.
However, this person was
chanted with the sunrise in the sky
but with the sunrise upon a piece of
canvas, for he was an artist, and in
his hand he held the perfect repro
duction of the dawn. Quickly the
moon child glanced into the artist’s
eyes, and there she found a bit of
joy for her soul, the bit of joy which
comes of a perfect creation. One
tiny gleam the moon child stole from
the eyes of the artist, and placing it
in her lacy sack she hurried
through the land of men. All day
long she traveled in the open search
ing for the other bits of her soul,
but nothing else could she find \
til the dusk began to fall. Then,
tlie lights began to twinkle in 1
windows, the moon child wandered
down the streets of a town until she
came to a small, white house which
was noticeable because of the ab
sence of a light from its window.
The moon child silently tip-toed up
to the house and peeped in to
why the little windows possessed
friendly lamps. By the dim light
of an old fire, she beheld a mother
holding in her arms a little baby
whose soul had just flown beyond
the horizon. As the moon child
watched the mother, a small tear
stole out from her tightly shut lids
and started down the pale cheeks.
The moon child caught the tear and
laid it gently in her lacy sack be
side the artist’s smile. The mother’s
sorrow made the moon child feel
heavy and tired, as if she. wanted
to throw away her lacy sack and fly
back to the moon, but she was not
yet wholly mortal so her feeling of
depression did not last long. In fact,
it entirely vanished when, beneath
the willow trees by a lake, she saw
two happy lovers dreaming of the
future and planning for the days to
com. In their kiss, the moon child
discovered a bit of love to add to
her soul. On into the night the
moon child wandered; she needed
now only a bit of peace to have the
soul of a mortal, joyfully, she
thought of what she would do when
she became a mortal, she would live
life, she would enjoy loveliness, she
would be the happiest person in the
land of men, or in the universe, for
that matter.
All night long the moon child
searched for peace, all the next day
she searched for peace, and for many
djays to come she searched for peace,
but nowhere could she find it. She
tra^■eled through large cities, through
small towns,, through the desert, the
forest, and even over the seas. She
peeped into great cathedrals whose
bells joyfully rang out Christmas
tidings;' she climbed the walls of
quiet monastaries where monks
passed to twilight prayer,
where in the land of men could she
find complete peace, a peace which
would give her a perfect soul. At
last, the moon child, tired and de
pressed, and weary with her eternal
searching, slowly found, her way
back t(i the black lake upon which
she had landed in her journey from
the moon garden. But the black
lake was not the same! She could
not see the moon boats with their
cargoes of moon dust, she was aware
only of an atmospher^ of misty
whiteness. Anxiously she called for
the big, wise gold fish, but he swam
quickly by as if he did not under
stand what she was saying. Finally,
in desperation, she stretched her thin
white arms upward in the night, and
cried for a moon beam to lean out
and carry her back to her home. But
she could not reach the moon—she
was a mortal. She could only sit by
the black lake, gaze upward toward
the great silver ball, and dream of
her garden in the moon.
Were you fortunate enough to be
here last week-end ? And if you
did you go to the “Y” tea? If you
did I know you cherish memories of
pink rosebuds, silver teapots, charm
ing hostesses, hot tea and chocolate
cakes. If you were here and didn’t
go—well, I know you are ill with
regrets now, so I won’t rub it in
But cheer up, you’ll have anothei
chance. For the “Y” is going to
have more teas—in fact every Sun-
lay afternoon from four till four-
thirty in the recreation room of the
Louisa Bitting building and you
all cordially invited.
And here’s another choice bit of
news: Nothing less than that the
“Y” has become possessors of a love
ly set of china—twenty-five cups,
twenty-five saucers, a sugar bowl
and a cream pitcher. And not only
that—but the “Y” is going to be big-
hearted about it. In fact for the in
finitesimal fee of twenty-five (
these dishes that are beautiful
igh to grace any table can be
yours for any club meeting or party.
See Mary B. Williams.
The Students’ Industrial Com
mission met Wednesday night at the
city Y. W. Eight girls from the
college attended and a most interest
ing discussion was carried on about
the value of getting the Industrial
girls viewpoint and ways of doing
Would you like to do a little bit
toward making somebody happy'
Do you know that the old ladies a
the Salem House look forward every
Wednesday afternoon to the Salem
program with the greatest eagerness'
Imagine how they feel when nobody
cares enough to come! If you can
spare the time any Wednesday af
ternoon, see Grace Brown or
Vologodsky.
Intercollegiate News
N. C. C. W. lays claim to being
the largest woman’s college in the
South and the third largest in the
United States. The present enroll-
of 1,704 is surpassed only by
Hunter College which has 4,614
students and Smith, where the stu
dent body is 1,986. These figures
are based on the report of a study
tnade by Raymond Walker, dean of
Swarthmore College.
The girls at Sophie-Newcomb are
conducting a critical survey of the
curriculum, taking up the work of
:ach department in particular. The
•vey is being led by the president
of the student body and conducted
by prominent students of each de
partment. The faculty intends to
look over the plans which are to be
handed in for improvements.
Fifty thousand dollars has been
voted by the alumni of Columbia
University as the beginning of an en
dowment of the university’s athletics,
in line with a plan put forward
several weeks ago by President
Nicholas Murray Butler.
With the completion of the winter
term registration at North Carolina
State College, I Co-ed population
Teached a new high mark of 84
women registered at the Institution.
W. L. Mayer, Director of Regis
tration is of the opinion that women
students will increase each year and
cites the 660 per cent increase in the
past five years to substantiate his
Last year Co-eds numbered 75 at
the college and 9 were graduated.
“Did he give up when the going
got thick.? No. He dashed right
in, and splashed his way through
the mess one way or another. And
he got to the bottom of the thing,
too. What a man!”
“What was it? A graft scandal?
“No, a dish of pea soup.”
—Cornell Widow.
REQUEST
I do not ask for love again
The second draught of wine
Loses the sweetness of the first
And is half left within the cup.
I do not ask that you remake my
What there is left hangs like a loose
garment.
And I care not if it fits.
Nor do I pray for pity
Pity that blots out the stars
And presses the heavens upon me
Til I lose my breath.
Perhaps someone will bring these
gifts to me
And with their hands hold back the
heavens.
But one last thing I beg of you.
Give back to me
What only you can give—•
A little faith in this world of mar
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