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Wednesday, Sept. 9, 1931.
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
$2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy
Feature Editor ..
Poetry Editor ....
Literary Editor .
Society Editor ....
. Marv I/Ouise Mickey
. .. Martha H. Davis
,... Mary Ahsher
Business Manager .. Mary Alice Beaman
Advertising IIgr Edith Claire Leake
Asst. Adv. Mgr Emily Mickey
Asst. Ad. Mgr. Mary Catherine Siewers
A.ist. Adv. Mgr. .. Ida Baker ■Williamson
Asst. Adv. Mgr. Grace Pollock
Asst. Adv. Mgr Margaret Davis
.Isst. Adv. Mgr Sennie Hengeveld
Circulation Manager Ethel McMinn
Asst. Cir. Mgr Mary Sample
Asst. Cir. Mgr Sara Horton
Hearty congratulations are ac
corded Rondthaler, Preston, Litz,
and the Trustees for their keen in
sight, admirable courage, and excel
lent work in the matter of Salem’s
A hot, early-autumn day—Sep
tember leaves lazily changing col
ors—hysterical girls shouting, rush
ing, greeting, kissing one another
enthusiastically—a nonchalant fac
ulty—a busily flustered administra
tion—dumb Frosh standing alone
with downcast looks — smiling girls
in Y. W. blue everywhere—Regis
tration Day at Salem.
A WELCOME ADDRESS
Gee, but we’re glad that you're
liere, all you new students, and
Freshmen especially. We may not
act like it at first. Everything will
probably be strange and you’ll have
to do like the little Hydra does—
fit yourself to your environment, and
proceed successfully. (You see, I did
learn something in my Biology
course even though I took it under
But really, in behalf of the stud
ents, the faculty, the administration,
the trustees, and the people of Win
ston-Salem, I am bidding each of
you a hearty welcome. And when I
do that I am taking a lot into my
own little hands; but I know each
of the above-mentioned ones is back
ing me up in my seemingly rash
You may have come several thou
sand miles, you may have come mere
ly a few miles, to arrive at Salem
College today. And you’ve come to
a good place, at that.
But let me tell you something
about our Alma Mater. Salem has
her standards and ideals of educa
tion and conduct, and she also has
her valued traditions. Both have to
be lived up to.
The standards and ideals are ever
present in the modern campus life if
you can but sense them. Of course,
you will, Hydra-like, have to fit
yourself into a seemingly crowded
atmosphere and become merely one
of the throng of newcomers for a
while. (All of which is easier said
than done.) But after a short period
of time, each disheartened Frosh
comes out of her green shell of
sensitiveness and, mothlike, becomes
a charming and attractive butterfly
You can easily sense Salem’s an
cestral traditions in the atmosphere
and can benefit by them. Just think,
when you hear the old church clock
strike each quarter-hour amid class
es, thousands of girls (maybe one of
them was your grandmother!) have
expectantly listened to the same
clock striking for generations. A
place that has been in use for almost
one hundred and sixty years can not
be without its ghosts of the past and
its hopeful outlook toward the fu
ture, and so Salem has her ghosts of
by-gone days hovering around the
corner, ready to bump into you and
to help you. But, by the way, don’t
mistake any of the wandering ghost
like creatures attending the Annual-
Salemite party for Salem’s revered
ghosts of tradition.
And after all’s said and done in
the above advice, may we welcome
you again very cordially? Come in
to our parlor and make yourself at
home for the rest of the year, and
many other years to come!
(For upperclassmen only—the Frosh
might get disillusioned.)
Heigh-ho, everybody. This is not
Rudy .Vallee speaking but an old
friend, believe it or not. Anonie
Moose is the name, if you please.
There I go—nonchalantly along
making myself out to be a Polly-
anna on the opening day of school
and the closing day of glorious vaca
tion-time. I know how firing mad
I get when anyone tries to be
cheerful at a time when I feel sad
or blue or sour on the world. So go
ahead—get mad at me for this over-
ly-cheerful article. I’m merely try
ing to cheer myself up, anyway.
What a feeling! (Pardon the
thought detour, but when I uttered
that sentence I thought automati
cally of a little blondexed darling
rolling her sky-blue eyes at her big
football hero-crush and simpering
sweetly “What a man!” You see,
the summer is still on my mind.)
Regretful for the summer, tickled
to death at seeing all one’s good ole
school buddies again (the best pals
one ever has, by the way), cheerful
n’ glad ’n’ solemn all at the time
time. It’s a funny world ....
Dances, automobiles, morning
beauty naps, good ’ole home-cooked
food, up-to-date novels, amusing
magazines, late dates (or earlier
otherwise engagements), loafing
time—all these pleasant summer ne
cessities gone to the four zephyrs.
But why complain? You know, I’ve
just discovered something
I’ve always known Salem College
was a good place to be from, but
now with the benefits of a few more
individual privileges such as bridge
playing and smoking, I’ve definitely
arrived at the conclusion that Salem
College is not a bad place to be at.
Think it over, friends, think it over!
Sorry, I can’t longer detain my
self with all you good people. Up
perclassmen. But really I must be
rff to join the ranks of the green,
innocent, yet unconsciously appeal
ing Freshmen, in order that I may
utter words of witty wisdom into
their ears. . . . Do I hear loud cries
of dismay uttered at mention of my
departure? If not, why not. But
calm yourselves, you will have more
of this foolish wisdom next week
(If I am not beheaded before' then)
So long! ....
624 West Fourth Street
THOUGHTS OF A FRESH
MAN ON ARRIVING AT
Ho-hum! It is lazy weather . .
Riding on this old slow-moving bus
makes me lazier still . . . Wonder if
we’ll ever get there . . . That nit-
witty bus-driver yelled “Only five
miles more!” At least two-hundred
and fifty miles back up the road . ..
Ah-h-h-h, . . . Winston-Salem city
limits . . . Here we are at last, after
all these years . . . Where are they
taking me—is this a tunnel ?! ? ! , . ,
Oh, no, it must be just the bus sta-
What on earth am I going to do
now ? . . . Where do I go ? ? ? ? !
Wonder who that smiling girl is.
. . . Oh, she’s coming toward me . .,
“Yes, I’m to be a I’reshman at Sa
lem . . . Oh, thank you.”
Gee, you know she is nice to usher
me around like this . . . Her name’s
Eleanor, too . . . pretty name . . .
This street sho’ is bumpy . . . Look
at all the old brick buildings . . .
and that sign . . . and all the green,
green grass . . . This must be—this
I’ve never seen so many girls and
people in all my life . . . Where do
they all come from anyway . . ,
I’ve got a funny feeling inside of
me ... If this Y. W. blue girl
weren’t so sweet to me I might . . .
“How-do-you-do, Miss Lawrence
. . . Room 216? Thank you . . ,
Yes’m’ ” . . .1 like this building but
gosh, aren’t there a lot of steps? So
this is Alice Cruel Building . . .
Wonder what my room-mate looks
like . . . Perditta Ponroff, what a
name! . . . These walls sho’ do look
bare, but the room’s not bad . . .
Yeah, I can look right down on the
swimming-pool ... I’d like to take
a swim . . . it’s so hot . . .
“Yes, I’m waiting to register . . .
My name’s Annie Johnson . . .
what’s yours ? Oh, do you know so-
Thank goodness, registration is
over and I don’t have to stand at the
tail-end of that long line anv more
. . . I’m a Salem student at last! . . .
But what am I going to do now . . ■
Oh, here comes one of those nice Y.
W. girls with Sally Jones, that cute
Freshman I met in the receiving line
before the Registrar’s office . . . “Hi,
there Sally . . . Going to the P. 0.
and drug-store . . . Surely.”
Well, I guess my school days at
Salem have really begun . . . Happy
days, too ... or, at least, it looks
like it from here ... So long, every
body! I’ll see you in church Sun