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Saturday, February 27, 1932.
Member Southern Inter-Collegiate
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
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Editor-in-Chiet Sarah Gra
Managing Editor .. Mary Louise
Associate Editor .... Dorotliy Heidenreich
Poetry Editor Martiia H. Davis
Ass't Poetry Editor Isabella Hansor
Music Editor Mary Absher
Society Editor Josephine Courtney
Sports Editor Mary Ollie Biles
Local Editor Mildred Wolfe
Intercollegiate Editor Miriam Ste
Mary Drew Dalton
Business Manager .. Mary Alice Beaman
Advertising Mgr Edith Claire Leake
Asst. Adv. Mgr R^h McLeod
Asst. Adv. Mgr Grace Pollock
Asst. Adv. Mgr Mary Sample
Asst. Adv. Mgr Isabelle Pollock
Asst. Adv. Mgr Kmi'y Mickey
Asst. Ad. Mgr. Mary Catherine Slew—'
Circulation Mgr Sarah Hoi
Asst. arc. Mgr Ann Shuford
Assl. Circ. Mgr Elizabeth Donald
President Chase of Carolina has
made the astonishing statement that
there are hoys at the University who
: going hungry and are even living
garages to remain at school. It
sad news to learn in what plight
the present financial situation places
students of our neighbor col
lege. Admire their pluck as we will,
it is plain that such conditions are
unfair and deplorable. Why should
ambitious student have to live in
garage simply because his bank
failed or the stock market crashed?
He had no part in the faulty organ
ization of the economic structure. He
is due an education.
Then comes the thought that Caro
lina is experiencing what is happen
ing to every community in the land.
With the greatest injustice misfor
tune has fallen on honest peoph
no one knows why. Perhap;
greater unfairness would be avoiding
this world depression.
Salem has strong walls and heavy
iron gratings, which seem to shut out
the wrold. Though financial troubles
do harass fhe president, we students
are safe enough from worry, to say
nothing of hunger or cold. This
safety has brought a warm feeling of
security, of care-free happiness—and
narrow-minded smugness. While we
are thankful for our good fortune, we
might bother ourselves with this ques
tion: Since we are in college to train
ourselves to face the affairs of the
world, would it be to our advantage
to come more directly into contact
with them now; or is it better that
iron gratings give us the security we
need in training our minds? At least
we ought to look through the bars
from our nook of the world
how the rest of it is living.
FIRST OR LAST
If grief come early
Joy comes late.
If joy come early
Grief will wait;
Aye, my dear and tender!
Wise ones joy them early
While the cheeks are red,
Banish grief till surly
Time has dulled their dread.
And joy being ours
Ere youth has flown.
The later hours
May find us gone;
Aye, my dear and tender!
iver the old.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer
when we stand
Than when we soar.
He is oft the wisest man
Who is not wise at all.
The web of our life is of a
mingled yarn, good and ill to
True wit is nature to ai
What oft was though, but ne’
so well expressed.”
THE CHINESE NEW YEAR
Since the Washington exhibit has
been on display, there have been more
than six hundred visitors to our li
brary. We want to thank you. Miss
Siewers, for your kind and co-opera
tive efforts in it.
The celebration of the Chinese
New Year which comes in the first
days of February is a great event for
the natives and these days are
days for all.
The Chinese scholars don’t get any
holidays now and then as we do.
How would you like to go to school
every day of the year from eight
o’clock in the morning till four in
the afternoon ? The little Chinese do,
even in summer. But when February
approaches they are happy—for they
shall get a vacation of a whole month!
For several weeks in advance
every body prepares his house for the
celebration and when the actual day
of the New Year comes every one is
best. For several days every
shop, every school, every coui't, is
closed. The windows are covered,
the doors are locked and a red card
is placed on the middle of the door
with inscriptions on it, wishing you
the very merriest and happiest New
Year. From inside comes the native
music—the sounds of trumpets, flutes,
harmonicas, wind pipes, and many
native instruments! It is the volun
tary orchestras of clerks and em
ployees driving the evil spirits from
the doors of the houses. The mu
sicians start early in the morning and
finish late in the evening, but even
then there is great danger.^ The gods
are wiser than men, their ears are
keener, if they hear the people going
to their beds, they will creep in the
house and bring malice and unhap
piness on the heads of the famdy.
Even the stone Buddhas, sittmg hon
orably in the front room, with sweet
insence burning in their honor,
not help men these days. The r
frightens the evil, but the fire chafes
it away. At night when all the lights
are turned and the city looks like a
FAINTHEART IN A RAIL
At nine in the morning there passed
At ten there passed me by the sea,
At twehe a town of smoke and
At two a forest of oak and birch.
And then, on a platform, she:
A radiant stranger, who saw not me.
I said, “Get out to her do I dare?”
But I kept my seat in my search for
And the wheels moved on. O could
it but be
That I had alighted there!
“I LOVE ALL BEAUTIFUL
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honored for them.
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
When you are old and grey and full
And nodding by the fire, take down
And slowly read, and dream of th(
Your eyes had once, and of theii
How many loved your moments oJ
And loved your beauty with love false
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in
And loved the sorrows of your chang-
And bending down beside the glow
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains
And hid his face amid a crowd of
■—W. B. Yeates.
I too will something make
And joy in the making;
Although tomorrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.
It is the bell of death I hear,
Which tells me my own time is r
When I must join those quiet souls
Where nothing lives but worms and
And not come through the grass
Like worms and moles, for breath oi
Yet let none weep when my life’:
For I myself have wept for few.
The only things that knew me well
Were children, dogs, and girls that
I bought poor children cakes and
Dogs heard my voice and danced the
And, gentle to a fallen lass,
I made her weep for what she was.
Good men and women know not me,
Nor love nor hate the mystery.
—W. H. Davies.
Since Mr. McDonald has repre
sented Salem at Washington, and sat
on the platform right beside repre
sentatives of Harvard, Yale, Cornell,
and Dartmouth, we’re beginning to
rea,li5^e just what kind, of a. school
Salem is. Let anyone try to
ahead of us.
Judging from the self-satisfied
pression on Dr. Rondthaler’s face he
must have believed himself to be the
president referred to in “The Presi
dent’s March” which Dean Vardell
palyed Sunday morning. We’
Dr. Rondthaler, but
all one grand disillusionment?
It seems that the Seniors wanted
to have a good thing last and that
Dean Vardell wanted to get a b""^
thing over. At least, that’s how
appeared to us when Dr. Rondthaler
announced “Onward, Christian Sol
diers,” as the processional.
Members of the Salemite staff
wondering just how many people
will be saying di rect from now
Pity the person who was born
vvcic sorry'! February 29. To make matters
’t life after worse, 1932 happens to be a red-letter
In the Realms of Gold
I depression year.
Undset, Sigurd, The Son Avenger
The Norwegian authoress has exhibited her realistic and potent
abilities as an authoress in The Son Avenger. This novel, the last
book of the trilogy, The Master of Ilestviken, is a stirring and con
vincing portrayal of Norwegian life and customs.
Olav Undunsson, the father of Cecilia, the foster father of Bothild
and the pretended father of his dead wife’s illegitimate son Eirik,
although an honest Avell-to-do farmer is so tyranical and lacking in
human understanding and sympathy that his children’s lives are very
seldom other than hellish existences. Eirik mistakes the affectionate
glances of Bothild and makes very sensual advances only to Iprn later
after her death that they really loved each other. Then Eirik enter a
convent, Cecilia is married to the unsuitable Jorund who is later mur
dered. Eirik fails in convent life and later marries the leman Eldrid.
Many complications ensue and finally Cecilia is happily remarried,
Olav dies, and Eirik passes away in the arms of one of his church
brothers while Eldrid has joined a convent.
Vegra, Morselli, Lopez, Piandello, Plays of the Italian Theatre
The five plays of four representative Italian literary figures deal
with such people as shepherds, seamen, a lion tamer, giggling girls,
false women, and a sophisticated singer. A brief biographical sketch
explains the author of each play, expounding some of their chief
theories, varied view points and wide eruditions. Most of the plays
exhibit deep insight into the lives of the characters while all are touched
with cynicism and irony. “The Wolf Hunt” is weighty with a
mysterious sort of atmosphere and suspense is created through the
swelling of an intense emotional scene between the woman and her
paramour who is a coward. All in all this collection speaks well for
the Italians, and even though Italy has never had a truly national
theatre it has clever authors and productions worthy of countries with
a national theatre.
Chesterton, G. K., "The Flying Inn"
Chesterton must have had a hilarious time while writing this
brief novel or rather novelette and just as glorious a time is afforded
the reader. In the characters of Captain Dalray, Humphrey Pump
and Ivywood one is led into many paths of amusement. Emphasis
cannot be placed on the plot. The soap box orator who would have
it that every thing English is worse than any thing oriental or_ any
thing that is good in England can be traced from oriental origin is
amusing. Besides the characterization, full praise must be alotted the
author’s descriptive powers and unusual expressiveness.
Leap Year Advice to the Lovelorn
Dear Miss Hix;
[ am just a young rural girl unused
to the wiles of the city, and would
like some advice about love. Recently
I met a man who proposed to me on
the first date, but he has not been
back to see me since. What must I
Answer: Pat, there is nothing you
can do now; yqu must have accepted
his proposal. That’s why he hasn’t
returned. Let that be a lesson to you.
Dear Miss Hix:
How would you go about proposing
to a lawyer? I have been waiting
for weeks for leap year to come, and
now that it is here, I am bashful.
Answer: That is a hard question,
since a lawyer is clever at evading a
direct answer. Try getting on your
knees. If you are too bashful for
that, just look into his eyes and stut-
Dear Miss Hix:
I am a very attractive girl, but the
boys just don’t come around but
once. I use listerine and Life Buoy,
and therefore I know my personality
guaranteed. What do you suppose
the matter ?
Answer: Try Hoyt’s perfume.
Dear Miss Hix:
He and I have lived on the same
street all our lives, but only this
Christmas I really learned to know
him. I call him my “Christmas
Carol.” How can I keep his love?
Answer: You are lucky that this
is leap year, and he’ll say “yes” to
everything. Be careful what you say
Dear Miss Hix:
Life has become unbearable since
Henry stopped sending me flowers.
Though he used to send them every
Sunday, he even forgot Valentine’s
Day. Do you think he’ll remember
Answer: Don’t worry about Easter,
but keep the date in mind continually.
Decide what kind of flowers would
match your Easter frock, and use
mental telepathy. He might send
pink roses if you didn’t drop a hint.
Dear Miss Hix:
I am in the midst of a desperate
love affair with one of the town’s
most successful insurance agents. I
love him and wish to marry him.
When is the right time to propose?
"The Cutest One.”
Answer: Take out a short time
policy, and make him sign on the
Dear Miss Hix:
Do you think the old knee position
is the best to adopt while proposing?
Just for curiosity.
Answer: A great deal depends
upon where you are. It would be im
possible in a car or in Alice Clewell.
If you can do it gracefully, try pro
posing with your knees on the soft
carpet in Louisa Bitting. It should
299 Alice Clewell Building,
Winston-Salem, N. C.
Dear Mister Leap Year:
Please help me get a boy friend.
As you see from the address I am
down here in Salem College and can’t
out, which is very inconvenient
and boring to a girl like me. The
girls here are very nice as a whole
but my roommate is kind of dumb
and at night when I get tired of her
I think it would be nice to have some
body I could depend on to call me up.
You know, this phone call business
has gotten to be serious around here.
The girls, especially those on the third
floor of Bitting (that’s a dormitory
here), just love to get calls and keep
the line busy. Of course, the con
versations I’ve listened to being car
ried on were sort of silly but being
rather intellectual myself I think I
could do better than the average if
somebody would give me a ring.
Then I want a good looking fellow
to go out with now and then. I’ve
looked over about all they have in
the sitting rooms of Clewell and Bit
ting and nothing I saw there suits
me very well. Maybe its good I
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