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Page Four. THE SALEMITE Saturday, January 16, 1932. 1 for PAGING OUR PREDECESSORS It was in the year 1780 at Salem, the little Moravian town in North Carolina. On one bright October afternoon two girls who wore long- sleeved, full-skirt, linen dresses and snowy white caps tied with the bright blue ribbons which characterized them as young girls, with arms linked to gether wali^ed up and down the street in front of the boarding school girls, Salem B'emale Academy. Nancy, a tall, slender, pretty girl, who was sixteen and who was usually the leader of the two, thus lamented: “Oh-h, it’s bad enough to have to embroider at all, but to think that 1 must take all my work out and do it over again this very afternoon!’’ "It’s a shame, Nancy,” sympathized fourteen year old black-haired Alice I wish 1 could do it for you. i d much rather embroider than study Latin.” “Oh, I love Latin,” exclaimed Nancy enthusiastically. “Alice y°“ tried the least bit, you couldn t help liking Latin.” “Indeed I could,” declared Alice “I like embroidery and sewing and you don’t, and you like Latin, gram mar, math, and literature, and 1 don’t.” , “But you’re missing so much by not liking them,” responded Nancy dolefully. “Oh! look, yonder’s fanner Brown’s wagon in front of school Aren’t those tempting red apples ir the back of the wagon I wish 1 had “I do too,” said Alice. “He’s in the wagon, and I bet he s selling some to the school. Do you know, 1 heard that Cornwallis’s camp w;^ only a few miles from farmer Brown s farm. Wouldn’t you^ be scared tc death if you were he? “No indeed. I’d love it,” declared Nancy. “Alice, I tell you what lets do,” she added with a mischievous twinkle in her bright blue eyes. “What,” asked Alice, who alway- liked to do the unusual, provided that Nancy or some person bolder than herself was with her. ^ “Let’s go and get in farmer Brown’s wagon and ride around Salem square!” , , . . “Oh Nancy,” said Alice admiring ly if a’ bit fearfully. “We couldn’t do that, could we? What would they do to us?” “They’d probably deliver us a long lecture and make us stay in the house and work or read our Bibles during recreation period. And they niigl. make us go before the church board! “I could do everything but the last. That would frighten me too much.’ “Don’t be a scared cat, Alice,” ad vised Nancy. “If we did have to go before the board we could have a f fectly marvelous time being truly pentant. Let’s hurry,” she added; “for soo World Events Brown will be me Lvvu girls walked hurriedly, nay even ran, as a refined young lady never should, to the small wagon laden with bright red apples. With excitement Nancy loosed the reins from the tying post and then climbed into the driver’s seat. Alice climbed up beside her. After the two girls had turned one anxious look to the doorway of the school building and happily had seen no one, Nancy, pull ing the reins slightly, called “get up.’ The horse, unused to the girl’s voice, looked around curiously. Since Nancy sharply repeated her command he started off and soon was slowly trotting. Never had the girls had such ar exciting experience. It had been si> months since either of them had rid den in a wagon. Here at school where they should do nothing without the advice and supervision of a teacher, they, alone, were proudly trotting around Salem square. Two children, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, gazed at them as they turned the first corn er. A soldier who was on the way to the doctor smiled at them as they passed him. A woman thrust an in quiring head, out of a window and looked at the girls with amazement and suspicion. In a minute they were in front of the school again. Hastily they climbed out of the wagon and Nancy tied the reins to the post. To Washington, D. C.: One of the biggest questions in the senate today is whether the Federal Government shall use public funds help feed the hungry people of the United States. While President Hoover favbrs Ffederal Relief for hungry Industry, he condemns it for hungry individuals as a dole. Sena- La Follette Jr., of Wisconsin, a _ _ of political Robin Hood, and Senator Costigan of Colorado, heartily favor Federal relief for individuals. The leading welfare officers from New York, Philadelphia, and Chi cago insist that the local. State, and voluntary organizations cannot meet the need of the people. Only Director Walter Sherman Gifford, of the President’s own Unemployment Re lief .Organization declares Federal Relief unnecessary. Germany: Hardly a week passes in Germany witiiout blood spilling between Adolf Hitler’s Fascists and the German Communists. Recently Trotsky, Rus* great exile, sent a message from Turkey to spur on the Communists. Two daj’S later Hitler in an oration his Fascist followers condemned the Roman Catholics and bourgeoise who opposed him as “tools of Bol shevism.” Warning the Fascists tha Bolshevism would mean the loss of all, including religion, and a relapse barbarianism, he urged them fight victoriously for their cause 1932. Russia: A common Soviet cartoon is a comical little old man, who has wings and flops awkwardly about, accompanied by a comical little white bird. When a Comrade hits the little old with a fly swatter, the little white bird squawks in terror. The little old man is labeled “God” and the little white bird “Holy Ghost.” Last week Comrade Yaroslavsky, Leader of the Society of the Godless, lectured Soviet youths on morals. The question which most interested the youths was: “Is suicide permissable?” One may consider Yaroslavsky’s re ply as the official Soviet answer: “Suicide is not permissable. As a solu tion of life’s problems it is an act of bourgeois cowardice. Being an act oi hopelessness, suicide should have nc place in the Soviet Union!” CAROLINA Monday, T uesday AND Wednesday THE DANCE TEAM With Sally Fillers and James Dunn an amusing romance. The young Duple try to sidestep love and find that business isn’t everything. Sally Filers and James Dunn, the teai Bad Girl, are better than eve Dance Team. Thursday, Friday and Saturday THE CHAMP Wallace Beery and Robert Coogan have a great success in The Champ. This is the story of an ex-champion who makes a last fight for his Even though he is rum-soaked and it of practice, Wallace Beery makes great comeback. STATE Monday, Tuesday BLOND CRAZY In this performance James Cagney )es crazy over every blond he ; Joan Blondell is his leading lady. THE LEGEND OF THE WATER LILY OBLIVION Nothing is real to me— I walk in dreams Now that the bright dawn of your smile is fled. And all the little petty trials of Life In vain, attempt a stolid calm to ma Nothing is real to me— A twilight daze Has hushed my laughter, and the tears I shed. And all the frantic struggles of the I contemplate with mind and eyes Nothing is real to me—■ Intangible Are the emotions that have left i dead. I do not live—my Heart is in t My Soul has followed yours across —Isabella Hanson. their surprise and delight, no one was waiting to reprimand them. Hastily they went into the building to their tasks. Probably the woman who thrust her head out of the window would report them. No matter. For the present they were safe and they knew that for many days to come they would enjoy recalling their ride around Salem square. —M. L. J. In the northern country, on the hilly shores of the Lake of the Clus tered Stars, once lived an Indian tribe called the Saranacs. Their brave young chieftain was VVayotah, the Blazing Sun, vv-io I >vcd the fairest maiden of his tribe named Oseetah, the Bird. For her he made a beau tiful comb with the figure of a dove carved from a deer’s antlers which she wore in her long, sleek, black hair that shone like polished ebony. He brought her beautiful long quills of porcupines found in the forest to dye bright colors and use for trimming on her soft buckskin dresses. And no less did Oseetah love the fearless Wayotah, for whom she had made a necklace of bear’s claws which he wore on all festival days. When all the Saranacs would sit around the campfire at night listening to the tales and legends of the beginnings of their tribe and the actions of the gods, she liked to watch the firelight playing over his high cheek-bones and firm, straight mouth while she dream ed of the great deeds which he would perform, bringing even wider fame to himself and all his followers. Sometimes, too, her peaceful dark eyes would meet the deep understand ing gaze of her lover and between them leaped the quickening flame of true devotion, so that they longed to fly into each other’s arms and pledge .themselves forever. This, however, could not be, for Oseetah’s parents had promised her to a younger and less warlike man and she dared not disobey them. So she told Wayotah that she could never be his, but the young chief pursued her, knowing that in her heart she loved only him. Steadfastly the sad maiden avoided him and would not listen to his pleas. One day Wayotah led his braves in a victorious battle against the Tahawi. Returning to the camp in late after noon, triumph yet in his blood and his heart sore for love, he saw Osee tah walking alone on the Island of Elms on the opposite bank of the Lake of the Clustered Stars. Instantly his great longing for her aroused greater passion within him than ev before and straightway he set out pursue her. Getting into his canoe he paddled swiftly with long even strokes the firey path of water made by the crimson sunset glow directly to where she stood on the other shore. Oseetah had been so deeply occupied with her own sad thoughts that she had neither seen nor heard his quiet approach, but when the canoe pushed gently into the bushes with a rustling sound she looked up with a startled quivei ing like the fright of the bird who? name she bore. Waving her tiny hand in warning she bade him come no nearer, but Wayotah was not to be warned. With a bound he was up the bank advancing toward her with outstretched a Oseetah ran up on a rock projecting :r the water and looked back at 1 with a glance full of love and iplication. Still Wayotah drew nearer and smiled as he souglit tc embrace her, but before he could di vine her intention she leaped into the lake and the waters closed above her The young chief jumped to the rescue, but, strangely enough, she had disappeared as quickly and silently a shooting star that falls from heaven and is seen no more. Broken-hearted he returned to the camp and told his story. All night his tribesmen mourn ed for the lovely maiden and there was loud wailing in the tepees gather ed on the bank of the Lake of the Clustered Stars. Early on the follow ing morning a hunter came running excitedly into the settlement. “Flow ers are growing in the water,” hi cried, and all the people hurried dowi to the Hake. Their fleet canoes sped toward the Island of Elms where they saw the lake turned miraculously white and gold with bloom and the air deliciously perfumed. Then the old prophet lifted his voice in answer to the wondering ex clamations of the crowd and said, “This bed of flowers is Oseetah, changed in death to these forms of life. Her heart was as pure as these petals; her love burned like the gold they inclose. Watch, and you will discover that the flower unfolds in the warmth of the sun, and when it ■ sets its life will be darkened, and it will close and sleep on the surface of the lake.” . Then "Wayotah went into the forest and sat with head bowed toward the earth. —M. L. M. From: Myths and Legends of Flozvers, Trees, Fruits, and Plants, by Charles M. Skinner. Monday and Tuesday JAMES CAGNEY BLONDE CRAZY JOAN BLONDELI. WEDNESDAY ONLY— ^ ^ ^ _ passport. j-RANCIS “The FALSE MADONNA” 3 Days Starting’ Thursday Y - ROSETTA LANGDON A FEW INCIDENTALS terect, must wear rubber soled shoes, keep their mouths shut, and furnish refreshments when called for. Any efforts to evade these rules will be con- idered as grounds for permanent xclusion from the second floor of >oui;a Bitting Building where the :ontest is to be held. Goes Pictures Make Better, School PAPERa, PIEDMONT ENGRAVING g; Wi wston-Saiem,, N.C, The Reynolds Grill For the very best in food WE CATER TO BANQUETS AND DINNER PARTIES Cafeteria on 1 0th Floor Reasonable Prices NETTIE STEPHEN’S : CORSET SHOP This shop gives special attention to the comfort and fit of your foun dation garment. 624 W. 4h St. Dial 8031 I DAISY STAEHLE’S | I HOME MADE | i CANDIES I '§ The Flower of Them All | Added to si AMELKORN SHOP Three Little Words “Goto GOOCH’S” For Prompt Efficient Dial 6852 and 9466 WE SERVE BLUE RIBBON ICE CREAM MORRIS SERVICE W. P. SPEASE, M. D. Oculist Room 321 — R. J. Reynolds Build. Hours: 9-la and 2-3 p, . Residence 2-1381 Office 7482 JAMES DUNN SALLY EILERS Sweethearts of Bad Gtrl Dance Team i Carolina JEWELRY REPAIRING — WATCH REPAIRING All Work Guaranteed Do not let your w'atch run without the proper attention. The accuracy of your watch depends on the care you give it. VO G L E R ’ S Jewelers Fourth Street Oppo. Nissen Building Dial 2-0347
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