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Saturday, January 30, 1932. THE SALEMITE Page Three. SOCIETY Eula May Jones and Elizabeth Leake are spending Sunday in Greens boro. Isabelle Pollock, Anna Preston, Cokey Preston, and Dolly Blair are attending mid-winter dances at Davidson. Mary Brooks will be Davidson on Soturday. Alice Stough will be in Greensboro and Rachel Bray at her home Mount Airy this week-end. Elizabeth Leake, Harriet Holder- ness, and Gertrude McNair we Lexington Thursday at a tea given for Mrs. Charles Hargraves, formerly Eva Hackney. Elizabeth Willis is in High Point visiting her cousin, Carter Farriss. Margaret Wessell, now a sopho more at N. C. C. W., is the guest of Georgia Huntington this week-end. THIRD FLOOR BITTING STRONGER THAN DEATH As Seen by Cleo and Theo Obscene Humor In College Publications Student Editors Say Humor Must be New and Clever By Holley J. Smith other than assuring fond parents that their offsprings are reading pure liter ature, they would cease to pay atten tion to censorship. For if students want dirt, they can get it easily enough. It is certainly not a ques tion of depriving the youthful mind of obscenity. As to the recent suspension of eral magazines—nothing is likely to result, since various magazines have been suspended from time to time since their origin. And they alway: spring up again under a new name or with a new lease of life from the faculty, who repent of their harsh- ne;s after the offending editors have left school. These magazines ipay have been obscene in the minds of the faculty members who examined them. For ob- !cenity has a greatly variable defi nition to different people. Person ally, I do not think the Lord Jeff obscene, at least the latest copies I have read. The entire problem will undoubted ly be solved very satisfactorily by it self, as soon as the righteous indigna tion of the censors has worn off, and they relent. It is a known fact that the pres ence of a censor only excites the staff to greater efforts to see whether they can slip something by, or to see what extent they can proceed without rep rimand. The abolishment of censors would be a desirable thing. I would advise clever dirt, and a bit of caution on the part of the edi tors and staff. The matter certainly is not one for great concern. By Henry Avery ( Continued From Page One ) mother—and grandmother was pretty advanced in her day. It is rather too bad that such close supervision must be, but the fact remains that it is. In the case of one or two of our contemporaries, now suspended, we wonder that they got away with it as long as they did. Perhaps it is splitting hairs, but it seems as if there is a dif ference between a pun which to the very sophisticated may have a third meaning and the out and out smoking car story. They didn’t seem to real ize this difference until the faculty pointed it out to them— and in the meantime every foreign reader of their magazine was forming a frowsy con ception of their school. It all gets back to the original tenet. A dirty story is all right if it is funny and if you haven’t heard it before. But they are usually dull and you’ve usually heard them before —we should like to hear a story from a censor once that was really nice and dirty, just to find out how their mind runs. It ought to be fun. Three flights of steps ... a narrow hall . . . strains of “A Faded Summer Love” drifting thru’ a door . . . voices chattering ... a sliriek . . . and then, laughter . . . “Cleo—did you hear that? “Did I? Grace Brown is the only person who can screech like that. “What is it, a bull session or Spank Tail Hearts?” “It’s got to be one of the two . More voices . . . more laughter more music . . . then “Oh, Dai—sy you didn’t tell Tom thatf!!’’ a maidenly gasp from Pat. “You idgit” . . . Bet Miller’s manly “Ooey Ooey” (meaning Spag, the French major. “Oh pooh pooh”—Dot Taylor’s babyish squeak. Groans issuing from the room . . , then giggles— “Oh Lord—do I get beat again r Aunt Alice’s (Philpott’s) sophisticat ed murmur. And . . . “Urrp! . . . What a bump that turned out to be.” Mary Mitchell’ calm shriek. Loud thumpings . . . violent whacks . . . confusion. “Cleo, it’s Spank Tail Hearts “Come on, let’s get in for the spanking.” Feet tearing down the liall . greetings . . . door slamming . . . “ ’Lo girls” . . . “join the game” “you all haven’t been studying, have . you cissies . . . “we’re ready for a bull session now.” . . . 'Ooh . . . bull session,” a despair ing groan from Braxton . . . “You all go to bed or else—move down second . . . I’ve just ffot to sleep . practice teaching tomorrow.” More noise drowning out the music . always noise drowning out every thing . . . midnite oil . . . candles burn- it both ends . . ORDER OF THE SCORPION ISSUES TEN INVITATIONS These, together with minor duties such as clean-up campaigns, are works of the organization. Reinforced by the recently acquired members, th organization hopes to multiply its usefulness. SOME MERRY QUIPS “Don’t worry, you won’t be con victed. The jury will disagree.” ‘What makes you think so?” ‘I’m absolutely positive. Two of members of the jury are man and L man is never older than he feels,” declared the old boss. “Now, this morning I feel as fresh as a two- r-old!” ‘Horse or egg?” asked his steno, sweetly. Wiggs: “My wife is a wonderful vocalist. Why, I have known her to hold her audience for hours—” Miggs: “Get out!” Wiggs; “After which she would lay it in the cradle and rock it to I hear your son is getting on.” ‘Rather. Two years ago he wore my old suits—now I wear his.”—Ber- lingske Hidende (Copenhagen). A PLEASING COMBINATION Little Willie; “Mom, you said the baby had your eyes and daddy’s nose, didn’t you?” Mom; “Yes, darling.” Willie: “Well, you’d better keep yer eye on ’im. He’s got grandpop’s teeth now.” Young Jimmy was pushing his baby Iter’s perambulator down the street. “Hey, Jimmie,” called his buddy from across the street, “do you get paid for that?” “Naw,” replied Jimmy disgustedly, “this is a free wheeling job.”—The Wheel. (A Chinese Legend, translated by Zina Vologodsky) Long, long ago, when faithfulness and love were not yet silly tales, worthy of laughter, in one of the provinces in the heart of China there lived a young man named Chan- He was tall and stately, and his strong muscled hands could bend ii as easily as a child breaks a straw. And he loved a girl, whose na was Fey-jan, which means a “Flying Swallow.” She was indeed like a little swallow. Light and graceful, vivid and gay, she sang all day long. The whole village admired her black and oblong, almond eyes, her lips, red like the petals of a fresh rose, her thin, curved eyebrows, and her cheeks soft and plump, like a peach, resemb ling in color the shade of the morning There were many of those who followed the tracks of her little feet, which carried her so swiftly from place to place. But she loved Chan- And every time, when with the evening dawn she walked to to meet at last her loved on bridge, she could hear from afar his joyous, and gentle song, calling her. Her heart palpitated, like a bird, but her soul opened, like a precious white Once, telling him goodbye, she said: I will come when the sun sets. Wait ir me here on the bridge.” The sun, wrapped in gray clouds, as hiding behind the hills, and its red reflections on the sky seemed to be flames of a great fire, when Chan-ac me to the bridge. The river below him was clamor- is; it was the time of spring rains and the water rose so high, that it ilmost reached the bridge. But the young man sang with unconcerned looking in the direction from where his Fey-jan always came. Even the didn’t bother him. Couldthewind and the rain stop his beloved, who promised to come? The w; still higher, now it was licking the sides of the bridge under the feet of ;miling Chan-ao. But Fey-jan could lot be seen. The wind threatened to carry away the bridge. Homeless souls cried complainingly and sighed around him; the evil spirits laughed, whistled and howled above his head. But he, clutching tightly the rails of the bridge, stood there looking in the di rection from which Fey-jan He waited, because faithfulness for n was not just a meaningless word. The water crept to his waist and em braced his body with a leaden ring. But didn’t Fey-jan tell him that she would come? And he waited. The water reached his chin, he heard how the bridge was cracking and breaking. But even in this mo- when he felt the bridge sinking under his feet, even then he did not let loose the iron clasp of his hands. last look was directed there, from where his beloved promised to come and when the enraged river swallowed him, his last thought was; “Fey-jan II come, she can not deceive.” He waited because he was faithful and he loved. The whole evening and night Fey- jan stayed at the bed of her sick father. Neither the wind, nor the could stop her—but a daughter’s respect is higher than anything else. Only in the morning, when the wind calmed and the rain ceased, when the rejoicing sun made golden the tops of distant blue mountains, only then could Fey-jan leave the house. Like swallow, that is saving herself from hawk, she rushed to the bridge. She knew that Chan-ao was waiting for her and she was not mistaken— was waiting. With a smile on his dead lips, with glass eyes, with his hands holding the rails of the half-broken bridge, he as waiting. And then she came. But she called him in vain. In vain she kissed his dead lips and his frozen eyes,—he was dead. Then she looked down into the ue waves and took the hands of Chan-ao—and a miracle happened, the hands that neither the wind nor aged river could unlock, open ed for Fey-jan. Embracing him with her white arms and pressing her red lips to his, she jumped into the calmed waves of the blue river. .... Because in those far away t faithfulness and love were not silly tales, worthy of laughter. RAIN The street gleams in the rain. I am -jrrounded by the dampness, by the black trees that are stamped against a moving grey sky. Unreal people pass me—people wrapped in non-revealing slickers. Occasionally a car splashes by on the left. Cold drops of rain fall on ray nose only to slip off and be- a part of the perforated pool through which I am wading. I leave the street and seek a path through a nearby grove. Beneath my feet the wet leaves form a noiseless carpet. Above the rain beats a tit-tat on the unfallen leaves. A moist limb swipes my cheek. I seem to be sur rounded by peppering drops. Every day life is carried away in the rain streams. I am alone. My world is my world and mine alone. —Kathleen Adkins. A FEW INCIDENTALS Any Suggestions? Boxes have been placed in each dor mitory and in the day students’ room for suggestions for improvement of Salem. If you want a new gym or dining-room, now is the time to tell the trustees about it by putting a slip in a box. Don’t forget, though, the trustees are not interested in how many light cuts we are allowed a week or why under-classmen cannot go across the street during the morning. Wait until boxes for student government improvements are put out before you start complaining about privileges. How about some snappy suggestions? No Music Hour Music students heard with regret that this week there was to be no Music Hour. Post-Exam Celebration On Monday night the second floor of Louisa Bitting went to the Blue Willow for dinner. The girls, not the floor, were celebrating the end of exams, no doubt. Efird’sDepartment Store Quality Without Price READY TO SERVE — ENJOYED BY ALL ceATeamoto Mrs.Campbell will send her car for you if you wish to come to THE BLUE WILLOW —FOR LUNCHEON OR DINNER— Call her at 9923 or 9426—421 W. Spruce Street. 'new sport suits ■ jg gg" In The Bright New Spring Colors Sizes 12 To 20 D. G. CRAVEN COMPANY THE IDEAL’S GREAT REMOVAL SALE Offers Unusual Savings on Wanted Merchandise THE IDEAL ‘‘The Best Pl(xce it “Electricity—The Servant in the Home” It does the cooking, refrigerating, sweep ing, washing, ironing and other tasks—and does them all more efficiently and with the expenditure of less effort on the part of the housewife than you can imagine. 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