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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Saturday, April 18, 1931. Mttttiher Southern Inter-Colleg Association I’uhlished Weekly by the Student Iliidy of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE }!2.00 a Year :: 10c a Cop; EDITORIAL STAFF EdItor-in-Chief Managing Editor .. AMOclate liditor . Associate Editor Feature Editor Local Editor Local Editor ... Local Editor .. Music Editor . Poetry Editor . Cartoon Editor.. Reporter Editii Kirkland ... Daisy Lee Carson 1-ucy Cm . Agnes Paton Polioclt > leanor Idol Millicent Ward .. Margaret Richard.son ary Eiizabetli Holcomb Patsy McMullan BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager _... Mary N( i.sing Mg] Asst Adv. Mgr. .. Asst. Adv. Mgr. .. Asst. Adv. Mgr. .. Asst. Adv. Mgr. .. Asst. Adv. Mgr. . Asst. Ad. Mj r L Asst. Adv. M-r. .. Asst. Adv. Mgr. . Circulation Manag Asst. Cir. Mgr. . ry Aii ... Edith Leake 'ranees Caldwell . Emily Miclsey ... Nancy Fulton .... Ann Meister th McClauglierty Lou' e Brinkley Daisy Litz ... Mrrtiia Davis Margaret Johnson b. Circulation Mgr Grace Brow THE LITTLE FAIRY WITH THE BROKEN WING In tlic dimness of a cool green vine there lived a saucy little fairy whose oliief pleasure in 1 * playing of practical jokes. She Iiad no respect for age or ini all alike suffered from her pranks. Her very special victim was old Dr. Simpkins, who had a wooden leg which lie took off every night be fore going to bed. The first time the Minx stole his wooden leg, the old doctor scratched his bald head dumbfounded anxiety and hopped ponderously all over tlie house search of it, while the Minx, who hiding unde shadow, lauglied in wicked glee, be cause she knew an even better part of the joke. Ilis leg was tucked away in the oven of the Widow P kins, whom the doctor was trying nost desperately to court. When the Minx’s deeds were first ■eported at the Hollow Stump Court, gracious Queen May had laughed in dulgently, but had admonished the to let tliat be tlie last time, be- she might give the fairies a lame among the country folk. But the Minx persisted in lier devil try and the Queen grew angry. One winter niglit the Minx changed herself into a sliadow, slipped into where the doctor w'as whee zing peacefully, and spirited away ’lis detachable limb. In the middle if tlie niglit a neiglibor’s child, who had influenza, had a relapse and, be fore Dr. Simpkins could find his leg, died. All of the fai: POE TRY THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY A happy man or woman is a better thing to find than a five pound note. The entrance of such a person into the room is as if another candle had been lighted. —Robfrt Louis Stevenson. lie who is fal.se to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may Iiave forgotten its causes. Hen I Ward Beecher. The making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man’s suc cess in life. - -Edward Kverett Hale. FROM FIREFLIES The blue of tlie sky longs for tl earth’s green, the wind between them sighs. )ay’s pain muffled by its ow burns among stars in the 'he two separated sliores mi their voices in a song of unfathomed t nii.'"’ The cli of powei the pickaxe. her petals fell to the dusk. own wealth wlien God comes to ask gifts of The darkness of night is i with day, the morning of mist is I am able to love my Go( because he gives me frc deny Him. Let your love see me even through the barrie: nearness. e passionate- ; this new crime of the Minx and demanded tliat action be taken against her. Two uncouth black beetles were sent to fetch her from lier nest, from which she had, ciiaracteristieally, driven a robin, in order that she might have a private dwelling without running the risk of roughening her dainty hands, ruining the wave in lier shiny golden hair, or snagging her exquisite, shim mering wings. The beetles drove her before the throne upon whieli the O' ren sat in awesome severity. Tlie Minx jialed and shrank from her stern glance and tlie disgusted, un- s\in]),Tthetie looks of tlie courtiers wlio liad formed a semicirc'e bel',!ml lier. The Queen gave the Minx a good scolding, and tlien she and her councilors retired to decide what should be the punislinient. When the Queen, followed bj solemn councillors filed back into tlie court room, tlie Minx broke trembling sobs, and even some of the harsh lords and ladies softene Queen May continued to look ste but tw'o pear-shaped diamonds si down her clieeks. “You have made others to sufff Minx,” she said, “and now it is vo turn. Together with my eouncilloi I decree that your left wing sliall be broken, and that you shall serve my court as an bumble liandmaid lowly dress until, by your sweetness and patience, you shall be deliv by the hand of some compassionate The Minx was truly repcntent for iw she realized the unthinking uelty of her deeds. So for \irs the Minx w'orked hard, brushed clothes, polished boots, made s, washed dishes and performed end of other menial task.s—all with a grace that astounded the court. Besides this, every Saturday afternoon, which was the only time she had free from her drudgery, she toiled up the steep side of the ravine, which she had once so easily I, and went to the liome of the little boy who had died because of her wickedness. Here she did all of hateful tasks w’ith such dexterity that the l'i;le eottag:; glis tened happily in its shining clean liness. One Saturday afternoon, just as she had finislied scouring tlie kitchen ■;nk, she heard a fly buzzing around her head. She reached for the fly- ter, but as she did so her heart stirred with pity and instead she tried to shoo the fly out of the back door. Just as the fly crossed (Continued on Page Three) Tulips in the window. For all the world to s Red and yellow tulips Draw tile heart of me! I would believe in any folk. Whatever neiglibors said. With tulips in their window, And a little garden bed. I would marry any man, And serve him with a will, Wlio, living all alone, should plant, Lilips on his sill. —Margaret Belle Houston. FOR ALL WHO MOURN That he was dear to you so many a But darkens j’our distress? Would you he were less worthy and less dear That you might grieve the less? He was a golden font that freely poured What goldcnlv endures. And though that font be gone, its bounty stored And treasured, still is yours. The past is deathless. Souls a wells too deep To spend their purest gains. All that he gave to you is yoi keep While memory remains. Who never had and lost, forlorn they more than you and I Wlio had and liave. Grudge not price we pay love that cannot die. —Arthur Guitterma ALL ANSWER “Beauty disastrous, broken and Beauty remembering, tortured and long scarred; Beauty forlorn, alone and weather- traced. Has kis.sed the lips of men and made them marred. And made tliem exquisite and made them blest. She has come out from caverns broken-eyed. The ruby flowing from her mouth and breast— And men have seen—^and they have wept and died. riven from fires fool-scattered down the night. She has gone where the fierce and barren trade; And here and there lan has ])ath his ow'n and followed t And smashed his heart—and thankci his God, therefor.” I DO REMEMBER YOU I do remember you as music toned— The lowest notes upon the deepest •ing— And a great strength along them like I do remember you as liglit that floods Through dust-beams, mellow to empty aisles— Shaft from some high, some confident ■indow place. Where all the rest have darkened, by one. —Roberta Teale Srt’art:^. WEEK-END TRAVEL In the Realms of Gold Many students remember Miss Bertha Conde who was with us last year, and it is with pleasure that we find an opportunity to read one of her inspiring books. The particular one whieli we read this week is Spiritual Adventures In Social Relations, and it is delightfully reminiscent of its author by virtue of its direct frank ness, its sympathetic and understanding attitude and very atino- s])here, and its rich store of wisdom and plai n common sense. In deed, “for all sorts and conditions of men” has this little book ■seemingly been written, but it may be particularly helpful and stimulating to the modern college girl. Poetry is like a patent elixir to weary souLs—to some like a glass of chamtiagne, bubbling to the brim—to others it is like tlic crystal gazing glass through which men may look and see their world as it is. But these thoughts are not here or there except as they have bearing on some partieula;- poem or group of poems. Compelling and magnetic, purposeful and direct, beautiful and warmly thrilling is the poetry of Matthew Arnold. In his Collected_ Poems is found the real spirit of his age, which he has caught and revealed both in poetry and in prose. Here is flippant humor; liere is sprightly wit; here is astonish ingly apt irony; in short, here is a certain little book called By Way of Art. According to the author this book is composed of “little penetrations ‘by way of art’ ”—what may or may not be meant by the term “Penetrations” is unfortunately vague and inexplicable—certainly, here and now—but truly, “Penetrations” is almost self-explanatory in its original sense, and hence we may worry no more, over the author’s definition of his book. We pau.se only a second to say that it is delightful, it is at times beautifully descriptive, and it is strikingly apt and pertinent—both in subieet and style. Willa Cather is a woman with a sound mind—even a brilliant one—and her dominative style and diction are naturally a product of a trained and versatile intelligence. Her Death Comes For The Afchbishop is a veritable masterpiece and those who have not as yet read it, should take an early opportunity to do so. If such a thing is possible, its merit is greater than that of her renowned O Pioneers! Spiritual Adventure In ."..dal Relations Collected Poems By Way Of Art Death Comes To The Archbishop Bertha Conde ...Matthew Arnold Paul Rosenfield Willa Cather TOMORROW’S MUSIC LOVERS Rliythm is Life. Early and late, morning and night it carries the W'orld along with its mighty waves that beat forever on the timeless .shore. It may beat fiercely for a time and then slip softly into low', sw'inging pulsations, quiet but not Rhythm is the motion of music. In importance it outranks form and har mony, two other es.sentials of this orb. Perhaps it is for this reason that music in education is wonderfully effective as a builder of souls. Its relation to life itself makes it dearer than ever to the individual and opens tlie way to a part of one’s inner self not reached by all phases of edu cation. The latter word seems almost too cold to apply to the .glowing experi ence of becoming acquainted with music. I am interested not so much in the knowledge of the skilled per former as in that of the average listener and even the scorner of the art. The former finds his own re ward; happily enough he has dis covered for himself the kingdom of sound and rhythms that lies open to all who VI Pitv thos listen with deaf ears and these who do not pause even to catch the sim plest beauties of melody and har- Everyone in modern days is aware of education’s larger duty above in struction in details and trivialities. Unfortunately the importance of musical appreciation as a part of the broader influence of knowledge has not been universally recognized and those wise teachers who do know its value find difficulty in presenting the Indifference on the part of the student is the first problem, a state of mind for which the remedy is slow. There is a current idea that one is either musical or non-musical; one plays or does not play. Since music is a part of life it belongs to all peo ple in spirit, although its technical ities are mastered by a comparative few. If education can, substitute this latter truth for the present mislead ing point of view it will open still wider realms of glory to the stu- The second difficulty is that of learning how to give this knowledge. Indifference, the first problem, makes this one harder. It means to me that the most important step in this training is providing opportunity for the stud}' of music when the student finally becomes aware of its worth. Before one awakes to the musical beauty all around he cannot receive instruction sympathetically. The spirit must be first enchanted in or der that the mind may become inter- If education performs its duties well along these lines the knowledge seekers of tomorrow will not be di vided into musical and non-musical classes. All students will have rec ognized their natural need of music and they will become a united band of devotees to the art. To be sure, some will still listen while others play; some will still play while oth ers compose, but all will possess musical souls tuned to the world’s harmonies—concious of her discords which they will strive to change. “And other spirits there are stand ing apart Upon the forehead of the age to These, these will give the world an other’s heart And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty w'orkings?— Listen awhile ye nations, and be —John Keats. Albert Einstein: Well, at last I’v discovered perpetual motion. G. B. Shaw: Where did you dis Al. Einstein: In America at : Woman’s Club meeting.
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