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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, October 3, 1931.
The Salemite
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor-iii-Chief Sarah Graves
Manuffhit/ Editor .. Mary Louise Miclcey
Axiocicite Editor Frances Douglas
Loc(d Editor Patsy McMullen
Feature Editor Dell Landreth
Feature Editor .... Dorothy Heidenreich
I'oetry Editor Martha H. Davi
Lilerart) Editor Margaret Johnso:
Music Editor Mary Absher
Society Editor Susan Calder
Sports Editor Nancy Millei
REPORTERS
Beatrice Hyde
Mildred Wolfe
Zina Vologodsky
Mary Miller
BUSINESS STAFF
^ess Manager .. Mary Alice Be,
•rtising Mgr. .... Edith Claire Leake
Adv. Mgr Martha Botliwell
Adv. Mgr Grace Pollock
Adv. Mgr Mary Sampl(
Adv. Mgr. Isabelle Pollock
Adv. Mgr Emily Mickey
Ad. Mgr. Mary Catlierine Siev
dation Mgr Sarah Hoi
Circ. Mgr Ann Shuford
, Circ. Mgr Rachel Bray
LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
To keep my standards always
high
To find iny task and always
do it;
This is my treed, I wish that I
Could learn to shape my ac-
Difficulties are the things
that show what men are.
—Epictetus.
PARAGRAPHICS
It looks as though Mr. Zileh
Mr. Burp had stepped right out of
Ualli/hoo and, all wrapped in cello
phane, had established an ardent fol
lowing on third floor L. W. B.
Next week Ye Paragrapher faith
fully promises a column of Practice-
Teaching Boners; you know, the
bright remark little Freddie made
when Teacher asked him a simple
question, etc.
Would that we could improvise on
exams half as well as Dean Vardell
did last Wednesday in chapel. That’s
wliat one might call inspired, as well
as inspiring, improvisation.
It looks as hough Beebe Hyde is
getting quite a reputation from these
moonlight horseback rides, what with
all the unbottled moonshine and
"getting high” up on a horse, and
everything.
Salem Frosh, take a look at the
Senior jjractice teachers meekly and
timidly creeping into the Winston-
Salem City schools one of these
mornings, and be consoled for all
your bashfulness!
Congratulations, Freshmen, on be
ing off probation and on your new
privileges.
Upperclassmen, let’s go athe-a-
letic for a change, wot say? (The
Business Manager of The Salemite
will be around later to collect fee
for this space from the Treasurer
of the Athletic Council.)
ON PHYSICAL EXAMS
AND WHAT-NOT
“Thump, thump! thump! Bam!
“Ouch!”
Two startled freshies hesitated on
the infirmary steps and looked at
each other in dismay.
“Sounds bad. I, one of the bright
creatures, commented, trembling vio
lently.
However, putting on a brave front,
I opened the door and walked in.
Imagine my surprise to find myself
knocked back several steps by some
object which seemed to be headed
for a mantel piece in the next room,
charmingly attired in a delicate pink
slip, and traveling by a series of
stumbling hops on one foot,
“Well,” I tliought, “I seem to have
wandered into the wrong place.
This is evidently the gym. The
costumes are quaint, to say the
least.”
But just as I was beckoning to
my roommate to go, someone grasijed
my arm and growled, “Have you an
appointment to be examined?”
Nodding timidly, I was immedi
ately pushed into a small closet and
ordered to undress. I took off my
dress and sat down gingerly on tiie
top of a clothes basket. Spying an
ancient newspaper on a shelf. I de
cided to calm my quaking nerves by
reading a Blue Ribbon Fiction serial
spread on the back page.
I was well into the depths of a
story of alarming possibilities when
a head appeared at the door and an
nounced, “You’re next.”
Hastily parking my chewing gum
on the nearest hook, I followed the
head into a small room where I
was commanded to sit down.
I had hardly sat down when a
portly figure in front of me siezed
my arm and began to wrap around
it an object which seemed to be
a small inner tube. Then he pro
ceeded to press a bulb which filled
the tube with so much air that I be
gan to fear that I was armless. Af
the air finally wheezed out, he mum
bled something to the nurse who
jotted the words on a white card.
Then, raising my chin into t
air, the doctor jerked out, “Open,
please,” and commenced to choke
me as all tliroat doctors have a way
of doing. Still gasping, I was asked
to hop on one foot into the next
room, which I did, stumbling
my own feet when there was nothing
else in the way.
Wlien I returned, panting for
breath, and with pulses pounding, he
pulled out a stetlioscope and pressed
it against my heart. A gnawing
fear that something was ailinj
increased my heart-beat even r
Finally the Doctor extracted the
instrument from his ears, and turned
to the nurse, Witli an extremely
grave countenance and heaving a
great sigh, he mumbled, “She’s
O. K,”
(Editor’s Note: After reading this
entertaining report of a frightened
freshman, just for the sake of
trast, suppose you read “Infiri
Rambling.s—By Night-Mare,” the
impressions of an upperclassman.)
A MOONLIT NIGHT
I am sitting in the darkness of the
quiet night with the blooming
matis vines around me. Abov
the blue-black sky, a million or ]
stars seem to be peering down ai
still world. Their observation must
be amusing, for they are continually
winking at one another. As the moor
rises, the stars seem to draw far
ther away to give place to their sil
ver gowned queen. As I watch her,
the moon glides through her spacious
courtyard, slipping noiselef,sly amonj
the clouds.
The evening breeze begins to blow
bringing soft strains of music from
a distant radio, Tlien from the r
by flower garden comes the mingled
odors of roses, sweet peas, lilli
petunias. In the maple tree behind
me, I hear the contented chirp of a
sleepy bird,
I sit enjoying the night, thrilling
at the soft caress of the wind in mj
hair and at the moonlight on mj
face. Suddenly, from within, I heai
the chime of the clock. Ten o’clock
I must tear myself away from the
enchantment of the night.
“A LAZY DAY”
'I'he trees bend down along the
stream.
Where anchored swings my tiny
The day is one to drowse and dream
And list the thrush’s throttling
When music from his bosom bleeds
Among the river’s rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool.
When my adventurous line is i
A truce to sport, while clear and
The mirrored clouds slide softly
Tlie sky gives back a blue divine.
And all the world’s wide wealth ii
The first faint breeze comes up the
tide—■
I pause with half uplifted o;
While night drifts down to claim
the shore.
—Paid jMurence Dunhai
BRINGERS
Cover me over
In dusk and dust and dreams.
And leave me alone.
Cover me over.
You tireless, great.
Hear me and cover me,
Bringers of dusk and dust and
dreams.
—Carl Sandhtirg.
ALWAYS, ALWAYS
Always, always, it will be thus: the
Unfolded like a blinding marigold.
The bright noon’s fiery embers swift
ly done.
And twilight scattering shadows
blue and cold;
April upon the bough, and all too
The ripened fruit and leaves that
bleed and burn.
Young lovers with their passions and
their grief.
Age hoarding dreams like petals
Always, always, it has been thus
since Time
Unloosed the emerald rhythms of
the sea.
Since first the white-winged i
began to climb
The purple night. Beloved, and
what are we
But less than the dark quiver
We
th our little words, our little
Daniel Whitehead Hick
“THE MOON’S THE
NORTH WIND’S COOKY”
(What the little girl said)
The Moon’s the North Wind’;
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den.
And bakes a crisp new moon tha
. . . greedy
North . , . Wind . . . Eats . . . Again
Week-End Travels
In the Realms of Gold
= “Much Have I Travelled in the Realms of Gold” =
I Would you like to go far away from school this week-end? I j
I am going to Little America with Admiral Byrd, and would like noth- i
I ing better than to have you go with me. There will be room for |
i everybody. I can hardly wait to don my fur coat and hood and i
I to spend hours lacing my boots. Can you? (I know you have |
I accepted my invitation,) I want to help pack the food, too. It will 1
j taste marvelous Saturday night when the good ship “Imagination” |
I spends tedious hours ploughing through the ice. Won’t it be excit- |
j ing? We’ll see loads of queer homes and people—and Admiral Bvrd =
I has promised to read us part of his diary and to show us many |
I pictures. I>et’s all go and show Little America and Big America, |
I too, just what cute girls we Salemites are. |
1 I am afraid that after our trip to the North we won’t have time |
I to get all the way to Spain, but we can go to New York and get |
j Barrett Clark to tell us something of the Masterpieces of Modern |
g Spanish Drama. Mr, Clark has promised to present tliree plays |
1 for us, ‘The Great Galeoto,’ ‘The Duchess of San Quentin,’ and |
g ‘Daniela,’ My last wire stated that the Duchess and Daniela are |
3 to be there in person, and, guess what! ‘The Great Galeoto’ is just I
i running over with slander and scandal. Take your pencel and 5
MY ROOMMATE’S
PREPARATIONS FOR BED
If any one should happen to drop
into my room about ten-thirty any
night. I’m quite sure she would stop
in amazement and inquire where the
taekey party was to be, or, if my
roommate had decided to be a clown
in the Winston fair.
The visitor’s eyes would be at
tracted immediately to the greasy
specks of Minox Antiseptic Ointment
with which “Roomie” decorates her
face every night. The cream is
guaranteed to beautify the skin in
three nights (seems hopeless to me
though; she’s been using the stuff
for two and a half weeks already).
Through these clownish spots peep
two shiny eyes, surrounded by eye
lashes covered with vaseline; the
averred purpose of said vaseline is
to make lashes long, glossy, and lux
uriant, The brilliant glow in her
eyes is, I think, due to Murine, also
used nightly.
Adding to the already grotesque
appearance, her hair stands up in
peaks resembling horns, which nod
gaily as she moves around the room.
Before the curlers are put in place,
I hold my breath for fear she is go
ing to stand on her head in her at
tempts to brush her hair from all
angles. When I recover and realize
that she is still right side up, I
breathlessly watch her take long
strands of hair and pull them up
toward the ceiling. It looks like a
scalping process to me, but she
obligingly explain;
starts circulation
(Think 1
part!)
The last, and probably the most
amusing, act of the nightly perform
ance by my energetic room mate con
sists of setting-up exercises. The
first, in which she jumps lightly up
and down from a chair, helps one
acquire balance (whatever that may
be. In attempting to beautify her
legs she touches her toes fifty times
and then tries, quite unsuccessfully,
to kick as high as her head. The final
feat is meant to be a split, I was
told, but it looks more like an eel’s
right-hand turn to me.
Beauty may be worth having, but
since watching this agonizing per
formance, I have decided to console
myself with that saying, “Beauty is
as beauty does,” At least I won’t
break my back turning handsprings
or rolling on the floor in order to
reduce,
—Martha Binder.
I have already reserved my
row with the other recent
Clark’s theatre before),
f I know you are there, to
i paper—you can’t remember it all.
I box—No, 8625, C31.7. It is on the
I tions. (I have never been to Mr,
j enjoy the performance much
i We’ll just have to stretch the week-end a little and go to Rome, i
I if only for a minute, Edward I.ucas White has promised to give |
j our coat of armor its finishing touch. We won’t have to chase |
I rainbows or be envious of Midas anymore—we’ll be white gold all S
I over and all through. Then it will be very easy to recognize the 1
I' best girls on the campus. We can’t wear our McDowell Club tickets |
i around, but imagine leaving our gold in our bureau drawer! We 1
j running over with slander and scandal. Take your pencil and E
I way through. |
= Mr. Wiiite is very anxious to present to us the cause of 7'he =
5 Vn-it'illing J’estal. Her father is offering a huge sum of monev to |
I the jjcrson who can make her marry Pulfenniiis Calvaster, anu Mr, |
I White is to receive a commission. The last report has it th.at Bren- |
I naria is still unwilling. Clear your throat, hold your head high, I
I and step forward, if you are not in love. If you are, your sym- B
I pathy will get the best of you, because the vestal is simply crazy I
I about Almo—and he looks exactly like Ronald Colman ! There will i
I be sufficient competition among us who are not in love, however, |
I Don’t forget, Faltonius is a millionaire—and Salem is in dire need j
I of another bridge in the pleasure grounds. It’s up to you! E
I T/ittle America Richard E, Byrd |
I Ma.iterpieces of Modern Spanish Drama Barrett Clark |
1 The VnwilUng J’estal. .. E. L. White |
that this act
head,
the circulation
ON WRITING HOME
I have always put off writing
letters. “Put them off,” is express
ing it mildly, I usually neglect the
duty entirely. However, I’m finding
that college is changing my attitude
toward letter-writing, as it is toward
a great many things. Letters seem
to be the Freshman’s roses among the
Sophomore thorns. Therefore, I have
resolved that I must write letters.
My first letter home was, of
course, to my mother. The first
niglit at college, I am ashamed to
confess, I was homesick. I began my
letter bravely, however — “Dear
Mother, The college is beautiful!
When I stepped inside it, I was
transformed into another person in
another world. Everything is mar
velous.” For some reason my writing
grew shakier with every word. I went
on, “I do hope that somebody at
home misses me a little bit, anyway.”
Here a drop of salt water trickled
down the end of my nose. Thorough
ly disgusted, I bit my tongue
viciously, because 'Anna Preston’s
talk about being one’s own boss and
punishing one’s self weighed heavily
on my conscience. What if some
upper classman should happen in
and see me behaving like a three
months old? But who would come
in to see a poor little green fresh
man like me? At this point, I began
to feel so sorry for myself that I
stumbled to the bed, stuffed the
coverlid in my mouth, and wept
bucketfuls.
Since that first night, letter-
writing has become much easier for
me. My hurried notes home no long
er look as though they had been
carried to be mailed in the rain.