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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Saturday, November 7, 1931. The Salemite Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Published Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year 10c a Copy EDITORIAL STAFF KdUor-’m-Uhief Sarah Graves Managing Editor .. Mary Louise Mickey Edit- Feat c Editor Dorothy Heidenre ■e. Kdit, .. Beat le Hyc , -e Editor Susan Cald Feature Editor - Marion Caldwell Poetry Editor Martha H. Davis Ass't Poetry Editor Isabella Hanson Music Editor ------ Mary Absher tiociety Editor Josephine Courtney Sports Editor Mary Ollie Biles Local Editor Mildred Wolfe liil te Edi REPORTERS Phyllis Noe Elizabeth Gray Martha Binder Margaret Long Mary Miller Zina Vologodsky Elinor Phillips CONTRIBUTORS' CLUB Kathleen Atkins Mary Drew Dalton Mary Penn Carrie Braxton BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager .. Mary Alice Beam.»n Advertising Mgr Edith Claire Leake Asst. Adv. Mgr Martlia Bothwell Asst. Adv. Mgr Grace Pollock Asst. Adv. Mgr Mary Sample Asst. Adv Mgr- Isabelle Pollock Asst. Adv. Mgr Emily Mickey Asst. Ad Mgr. Mary Catherine Siewers Circulation Mgr Sarah Horton Asst. Circ Mgr Ann Shuford Asst. Circ. .Ugr Rachel Bray LITTLE THOUGHTS FOR TODAY I can study my books at any time, for they are always dis engaged. For Earth impartial entertains Her various sons, and in her breast Princes and beggars equal rest. —Horace. Tbere is no sorrow beyond the power of time at length to diminisli and soften. PARAGRAPHICS It seems that nobody at Salem finds anything wrong or anything, good at our institution. Or else, 'they’re incapable of expressing opinions. Won’t somebody start Open Forum? To help out, we e suggest some topics: Inter-Collegiate athletics, a literary periodical. Thanks, Stee-Gee. Wc might have been homesick Hallowe’en night if we had had time! How about a carafe of H20 for the speaker at our next Y. P. M. meeting? Try talking for an hour, and see how thirsty you become! —A Thirstij Member of the Audi- We could even smell the animals at the Stee-Gee Circus last Saturday night! Some of the lovesick Seniors have changed tlie motto, “Let I.ove Pay the Rent,” to “I.ct I-ove Pass Yon on Your Courses.” MYSTERETTES OF UDOLPHO (Author’s Note: In order to escape the name of plagiarist .1 have written my “novellus” in a manner very different from that of Mrs. Radcliffe, I have solved the inj'steries as tliey happen, so as to eliminate any hysteria which might result from the accumula tion of horror, while Mrs. Rad- clifl'e does not solve the mysteries in her novel until everything has liappened.) It was nearing midnight when I finished the last chapter of the Mi/.iterie.i of Udolpho which left Emily and Valancourt, after three hundred pages of anxiety and misery, to a future life of bliss and happi ness. Turning off the reading lamp I left the library and entered the long dark hall, the walls of which were silhouetted by swaying shad ows. The only distinguishable ob ject was a white figurine which stood on a heavy carved what-not and which shone forth in the ghostly ray of a stray moonbeam. Quickly, overcome with an utter dislike for the boding atmosphere, I snapped the electric button—but alas! the light did not burn. (There w'as no bulb in the socket). Horrified (I ran almost up the stairs when I was stopped by a noise like the rattle of skeletons in combat. (Some mice had scratched their way between the walls.) After an interval of paralysis I managed to get into my Feeling much safer I began to put my room in order. As I went to the cliest of drawers I was halted by the shadow of a head on the wall. The profile was not reflected, and I felt certain that two piercing eyes were glued to my back. Slowly, as if fascinated by some supernatural force, I turned around and there— I found—no one. (I.ater I discovered that niy hat, which was hanging on the tall bed post, had made a re flection similar to tliat of a head.) Becoming more horrified at finding no one, I decided to go to bed im mediately. I actually crept to the wardrobe and was just reaching for my pajamas when a strange music floated in the window. It was gone in a second but returned only to be wafted away forever. From whence came such strange music? Indeed it seemed that all the pipes of Pan were combined in some celestial symphony. (As a matter of fact a neighbor was tampering with his radio, and as he was unable to get his desired station, he had cut it off entirely). There was nothing that I could do. To scream would be un wise so I continued with my noc turnal duties. I had barely finish ed putting on my robe when sud denly a noise like a clap of thunder resounded throughout my room. (The wind had blown a large book from my desk onto the floor). Wan and weak, I turned around and lean ed on the door. My pulse weakened and my heart, instead of marching steadily along, swung into a fast fox trot, it was necessary that I faint, and just as I was on the point of swooning-, I happened to realize that there were no gallant men about who could either witness the act or who could lift me in their all-pow'erful and manly arms. So, on second thought, I quietly crawled in bed. —E/inor Phillips. (Editor’s Note; This horrible experi ence was probably a hang-over from handing in mid-semester English novel notebooks. Poor Sirl!) HAPPINESS If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning Books and my food, and summer Knocked on my sullen heart in vain Lord, Thy most pointed pleasur take And stab my spirit broad awake. —Robert Louis Stevenson. A COUNTY FAIR “Ba-a-a-ahy Mamie, the world’s fattest woman! Shoes cost fifty dol lars; stockings cost thirty-five dol lars ! Come in to see the eighth won der of the civilized world! One dime only! How many, Madame?” A dirty little boy darted by the side show announcer and scuttled under the tent-flap beliind him. The young ster was very little and very dirty, and he had an insatiable curiosity. “Bet she ain’t fatter’n Auntie,” he mused. “Spec I’d better go see though.” In his smutty fist he clutched the same dime he had been employed for the last hour and a half in an effort to spend. He had quired the knowing look of a stander who knows all the sensation of riding on every Whip, Waltzer. Catapillar, and Ferris Wheel on the Fair Grounds; he had just proudly directed a bedraggled mother, who had made the blunder of choosing Nurse’s afternoon off for Junior’ visit to the Fair, to the Damfino, with his recommendation that it was best crazy house at all—even bet- ter’n the Barnyard. His face sticky w’ith the remains of cotton candy, and he had mustard on both his ears. He knew Ills I'air a.s thoroughly as he knew that a pa thetic look in the direction of a good-natured fat lady brought a ride on the merry-go-round or other visit to the Glass House c hot dog. He was wise enough make up for being forced into shoes and a clean shirt on Sunday to sin ir his own shrewd way on Saturday but he was running out of ideas. Everybody was happy, and al most everybody was drunk. Reds and Yellows and Purples blurred into streaks of color separated from each other by the muddy re-brown alleys between the rows of booths; the distinct odors of food and horses and humanity fused into one smell; and the jingling, shouting, chuckling sounds from different parts of the grounds mingled to make one irregular sound like st The sights and sounds and smells of the Fair were too much for the self- confident little waif. He resolved to do something unwise—behaving was so commonplace—so he did the thing that seemed to him the most illogical thing a man could do- poeketed his dime and went home. ON CONVENTIONS Last week-end several Salem girls with Miss Atkinson attended the hockey convention at Harrisonburg, Virginia. So far as we know, this is the first time that Salem athletics have been represented outside of the school in any way. Therefore, Salem athletics are making a rather big step forward. W'e can hardly imagine athletics in a boy’s sciiool, such as Davidson, for instance, being restricted to one campus. Yet at Salem and at many girls’ schools all activities seem re stricted to one particular campus. Representation a t conventions helps a school to break away from a narrow outlook. Perhaps some of us think of a convention as a meet ing of a mob of people where we may or may not have a good time but where we certainly won’t learn anything useful to the group which we represent. It may be that we don’t learn much of anything useful at a convention, but surely we broad en our know'ledge of schools and we enlarge our ability to appreciate our own. As we see Salem in compari son with other schools, we may find that she is better than we thought or perhaps not so good as we thought. At any rate, wc see Salem somewhat s othe: a good advertisement for Salem when her girls attend con ventions. Surely when other North Carolina and southern girls’ schools are represented at a convention, we want Salem to be among them. SOPHOMORE WHYS OF PSYCHOLOGY The following “boners” are a few of the best (supposedly) definitions taken from a vocabulary test of six- weeks old Psychology students: Auditory Sense—Senses that are in herited. Phrenology—Simplest explanation. Phrenology deals with impulse of parenthood to care of chil- Phrenology is study of words and their effect. Semi-circular Canals are in the stom ach. Receptors protect different parts of the body. Reflex—When something reflexes back In the mind. Week-End Travels In the Realms of Gold “Much Have I Travelled in the Realms of Gold” = How would you like to travel through a real tropical forest this 3 week-end ? All right, let’s go! I can tell you the very place to | find intimate glimpses of this wilderness of nature—Green Mansions g by W. H. Hudson. | This fantastic romance of the bird-girl, RIma, urges us to slip i away from the dust and grime of the city to the refreshing arms of | wild Nature, realizing as we go, how far our town life and culture i have got aw'ay from things that really matter. In form the book | is a unique yet simple prose poem which immortalizes a love of all I beautiful things .such as ever existed in the heart of man. It rep- 3 resents Hudson, the distinguished, broad-minded, and understanding | naturalist at his best. g But, in spite of this disarming appeal of nature, perhaps some | of us would prefer to travel nearer home this week-end. Since you | are situated in a Southern school, don’t you think that it would be | interesting to discover some of the literature of our negro folk? 1 If so, the Anthology of American Negro Literature will give us a i number of representative stories, poems, essays and selected chapters j from novels. Much of this literature is pathetically naive and | sentimental, yet it takes its place In the development of negro j ' literature. Other selections from the works of foremost negro | leaders of the day give the actual situation of the American Negro I at the present time—and I am positive that many of us Southerners | have been rocked to sleep by an old negro “Mammy” to the tune of M some of the old spirituals published in this volume! i In deciding on the itinerary for this week’s music travels, I re- I membered Dean Vardell’s talk on Richard Wagner and selected the | life of his wife, Cosima Wagner. This elaborate biography by | Count du Moulin-Eckart describes her as more than a mere shadow | in the background of her husband’s life and work. She is pictured | as being more human, more feminine, and more likable than ever | before. As well as giving her actual experiences, the book reveals | step by step the influences which she had in shaping Wagner’s g great music. The two volumes of the life of Cosima Wagner are I books which no music student should hesitate to glance over or read | in their entirety. 3 Green Mansions W. H. Hudson I Anthology of American Negro Literature. i Cosima Wagner Du Moulin-Eckart | WE WONDER Last week-end a bunch of plucky girls and their coach set out for the meeting of the Southern Hockey Association at Harrisonburg de termined (1) to learn more about the game in order to improve its exe cution at their own school and (2) to win a high rating for Salem among the colleges represented. They did both and we are exceptionally proud of their achievement. This was a new sort of venture in which they were successful because they had the best training available —but was it the best Salem should give? We are wondering when they will be able to practice on the greatly improved athletic field which was promised at the end of last year through means provided by the former Gymnasium Fund. At the top of the map of Salem, whicli occupies the central pages of the 1931-1932 Handbook, are two arrows pointing proudly to the Riding Field and the Golf Course, but these are still myths and not realities. This is an honest attempt to secure the explanation, doubtless satisfactory enough, whose absence has greatly dimmed the hopes of all those who dreamed of greater things for Salem. Is it worth while to hope still ? We wonder. —Mary Louise Mickey. ON SEEING OURSELVES AS OTHERS SEE US The procedure for seeing annual pictures is-,easy. You sneak quietly from your room about fifteen minutes early in order to be ahead of everybody else, when upon approaching the Office Build ing you suddenly see it infested with early birds. Consequently, you find yourself at the far end of the sec retary’s office in line, with about two liundred yards to go. After about fifteen minutes a door opens, an impressive looking person pokes her liead out, and yells “Come on freshmen,” or stniething of the sort. Then watch the line plunging stunt. At tills time you are supposed to do a spectacular run and hold your yardage all at the same time. Don’t be discouraged if vou find several more people in front of you. Seem duly impressed and thank them for the opportunity to stand behind them. About the time you start to sit down and rest your weary feet, you find yourself at the door. When it opens again make a mad rush for it and you will probably get there in time to have it slammed in your face. Even then, don’t forget to look grate ful and say yes m’am to the door keeper. When you are finally ad mitted, make the world’s record for the ten yard obstacle race and ar rive in about the tenth layer around the picture box. At this time the fun begins. There are a million pictures all in one lit tle box and you can find everybody’s but yours; then begin to worry about whether or not yours has been lost or stolen. Try to believe the latter and It will revive your sinking spirits. If you do this someone is sure to show you to yourself and the whole crowd will begin laughing. Don’t let this bother you; smile sweetly and proceed to extract from tlie four the most scholarly looking one. If you are a normal person this won’t be hard to do. Just re member the last pose and take that one, because by that time your face had probably become tired of smiling and you had taken on a most stu dious aspect. In giving the one you prefer to the lady at the desk, stutter when you spell your name and repeat the letters as often as necessary. Finally to cap the climax to this miniature'world war, try (you prob ably won’t get away with it) to sneak one of your proofs out to hang up in your room, to keep your room-mate awake when life gets to boring.
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