Saturday, April 16, 1932.
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A DREAM FULFILLED
At last we have arrived at the
realization of a dream that has in
spired the Athletic Association for
years. During the term when
Rachel Phillips was president of the
association, the entire student body
began working, raising money, in all
sorts of ways, to increase the facili
ties for our department of education.
There were generous gifts from
alumnae who are always anxious to
improve their Alma Mater. Now,
through these funds which the Ath
letic Association has accumulated,
through the kind and unostentatious
help of Mr. Gassoway, a Winston-
Salem engineer, and the co-operation
of the county, Salem College is hav
ing its athletic field enlarged,
levelled, and in every way, improved.
Tliis is the first definite step toward
the long promised, and often referred
The new athletic field will include
regulation liockey and soccer fields,
three standard tennis courts, and
four holes of golf. The work is be
ing done by white trusted convicts
from the county jail, who are doing
an excellent and conscientious piece
of work, not without pay, of course.
This marks another epoch in the
history of Salem. One hundred and
sixty years ago, with one building
and a handful of little girls, Salem
came into exi.stence. In little more
than a century and a half, it has
grown to be one of the leading girls’
schools of the South. , By the con
stant effort of the administration and
the faculty, generous patrons, de
voted alumnae, and the hard, con
centrated zeal of student organiza
tions in the school, Salem has grown
steadily. The newest link in the
cliain of progress is the athletic
We, in behalf of the student body,
wish to express our appreciation for
the untiring efforts of those persons
who have made possible this priceless
additVn to Salem—and to the Ath
You can’t say Salem isn’t up and
going. Yes, sir, it is! Why there
are more tennis enthusiasts at Salem
than there were at the Olympics.
But along with this great love for
the sport there is also a great deal
of worrying prevalent lately. It
would make your dear heart sad to
see all tlie tired athletes gaze mourn
fully at each other and sigh. But
they are not sighing from fatigue.
No, it is something which bothers
their feeble minds or rather their
vanity and is causing many sleep
less nights and no small number of
Well, what is all the anxiety? And
why have so many been seen digging
into cold cream jars lately and vig
orously applying' beauty packs
Well, it is nothing more than those
smallish, brownish, spots on the out-
'door girls’ faces that has been such
Now there is no reason why any
one should complain about having
such individual markings. Indeed, it
is not everyone who can have them!
The advantages of having them are
many, but few realize it. You can
be distinguished easily from the com
mon herd if you are the owner of such
outstanding markings. Why not be
a good sport about it and make a
game of it. Try to get more than
the other fellow. If everyone did
tliat, though, we might look more like
spotted leopards than the queer ani
mals we resemble now.
Well, those who are worrying and
fretting could at least do something
to try to remedy the effects. How
about cellophane suits and face pro
tectors? They’re all doing it, you
know. Well then try some of the
many creams on the market which
are said to be “the way to flawless
complexions.” You could spend
many months waiting for this mir
acle to work and in the meantime
be getting more freckled than ever.
After a certain time, a few might
realize the futility of it all and give
up the “overnight paths to beauty.”
I.earn to like your face as it is.
That’s what others have to do.
Just smile about it, and be glad
you haven’t got rainbow blotches in
stead of chocolate spots. If it will
make you feel any better, think of
the people who have gotten into the
movies because they were freakish
with freckles. Now that is individ
ual! Freakish with freckles] You
can be glad you’re good for some
thing. If it weren’t for freckles you
wouldn’t be looked at. If you are
looked at, you’re laughed at. If
you’re laughed at you are to amuse.
So we’ll see you in the next picture
called “Toasted Babies.”
CAN ONE CHOOSE ONE’S
He who pleases everybody, it is
said, pleases nobody. One of the
pitfalls that confronts a college
freshman is the never-solved “Shall
I please the public, shall I adapt
myself to the general ideals of col
lege life—or shall I become more
of an individual than ever?” In
other words, can I choose my own
To be still more definite, can a
student choose his own friends at
Potomac State? Are we as a col
lege broad-minded enough to permit
a student to select friends from dif
ferent groups and not be connected
with any group? Is it possible to
have friends in different sororities
and frats and not become involved
in a series of petty quarrels ?
Our honest opinion is that unless
a student is quite unusual and adapt
able he cannot do so. In attempting
it, he will be quite left out of every
entertainment held by these organi
zations, he will be made to believe
that he does not “belong” anywhere,
and unless he is very strong-willed
he will find himself always “be
tween the devil and the deep blue
sea” and at the beck and call of
everybody. If he does connect him
self with a group, the chances are
that he will become petty and nar-
row-minded, thinking in the terms
of the ideals of one group alone.
THE STORY TELLER
Tales are people who sit on the door
step of the house of my mind.
It is cold outside and they sit wait
I look out at a window.
The tales have cold hands.
Their hands are freezing.
A short thickly-built tale arises and
threshes his arms about.
His nose is red and he has two gold
There is an old female tale sits
liunehed up in a cloak.
Many tales come to sit for a mo
ment on the doorstep and then go
It is too cold for them outside.
The street before the door of the
house of my mind is filled with
They murmur and cry out, they are
dying of cold and hunger.
I am a helpless man—my hands
I should be sitting on a bench like a
I should be weaving warm cloth out
of the threads of thought.
The tales should be clothed.
They are freezing on the doorstep of
the house of my mind.
I am a helpless man — my hands
I feel in the darkness but cannot
find the doorknob.
I look out at a window.
Many tales are dying in the street
before the house of my mind.
—Sherwood Anderson’s New
That such should be the case does
not compliment our college life in
the least. College people are sup
posed to be the most broad-minded
and liberal of the classes of individ
uals, but in the respect mentioned
above, we certainly are not living up
—The Pasquino, Potomac State
College, Keyser, W. Va.
To me, friendship is something that
words cannot tell.
It is a thing on which the heart alone
It takes possession of all my soul
And gives me aims in fields untold.
It pulls me on with an unseen power
That leads me to something bigger,
something better, every hour.
To friendship I am a slave; yet it
makes me a god.
Without its sway I would walk
among the hindering clods.
Life is given a meaning, a hope.
No longer does my path lead down
a meaningless slope.
My face turns upwards to catch the
rays of the sun
As I happily my life’s journey run.
To me a smile, a touch on my hand.
Can do more than all the gold in
Success does not come from power,
But from true friendship, that life-
Just to know that some one believes
Will help me to laugh and press on
The air is soft today
Like a drop of dew, a bit of spray.
Sabbath chimes bring thoughts
Of hopes, of noble duties wrought
By men of rank and men of need
Who have through time left their
The rose of sunset mingles with the
green of grass.
The squirrel and robin show that
With the spring come dreams and
Which tend to send us on many
To live the life of youth
And enter the search of the Eternal
ON ASKING WHY
Perhaps some bright person will
say, “Well, since you brought it up—
why are you writing an essay, much
less on such a subject?” And like
most answers, mine would be, if
honest: “Well, I hardly know
Whys are the basis of our external
lives—they give an atmosphere of
intelligence to things which have un
doubtedly no answer and which also
have, in reality, little or no sub
stance. For instance, if we ask why
there is such and such a law in our
constitution, the question will often
give place to great controversy on
said law, thereby strengthening its
existence. I'or most whys people do
not desire an answer—in fact, they
hardly ever recognize one when they
As a matter of fact, the only peo
ple who ever ask why and sincerely
want an answer are children.
Probably the most intelligent ques
tions ever asked are those by young
children who have a real and funda
mental curiosity about nearly every-
If we consider the answers these
children get, can we wonder that as
adults they do not expect or want
answers but merely want to put into
words their doubts about things in
Of course, it is true that to many
whys there do not seem to be ade
quate answers—this is indeed unfor
tunate, for if there were would not
cynics (bless them!) be able to de
stroy much that is superfluous and
false in our civilization and culture.
After all, are not many of our
greatest attributes to this civilization
the result of the whys of grown-up
children who will have an answer or
die in the attempt?
If only more of us could keep that
child-like quality of wanting and de
siring a good answer to our whys so
much that nothing less than such an
answer would satisfy us !
BACKS IN GENERAL AND
BACKS OF HEADS IN
So far as I know, the only real
excuse for subways is that one can
see people, from the first, in front.
It is still a matter for debate wheth
er or not this is an advantage or a
disadvantage to the looked-at, but
there can be no doubt that it is an
advantage to the looker-on. In fact,
in my youth, such was my curiosity
and my weakness for backs that I
would follow a beautiful one only to
discover that it was an old crone
with a nice figure, or a smart negress.
It is also an interesting fact that
most women, and men, spend hours
fixing their faces and their fronts
and give only the most cursory care
to their backs. Usually these same
people would get infinitely better
results from a reverse order of
tilings, because some faces are, and
always will be, hopeless but hardly
any backs, if given a fair chance,
are, or would be utterly impossible.
Backs in the ensemble, or the en
semble of backs—whichever you pre
fer—are fascinating; but if you real
ly want to know a person by sitting
looking at the back of his head for
an hour, a year’s study of his char
acter could never tell you as much
about Iiim as your own reactions aft
er that hour. For, since there must
be an outlet for one’s unattractive
qualities, and since it would hardly
do to let them appear in the face, is
not the logical outlet the back of the
head? Have not most of us, for ex
ample, sat in a theatre in back of a
head which for no apparent reason,
we have wanted, most violently, to
In fact, almost all backs of heads
are to me, at least, like red flags to
a bull—they arouse my fighting in
stincts more quickly and more effec
tively than almost anything else in
If the day ever comes when I see
a back of a head which I like, to that
person I shall give my life-long
friendship, desired or not—that is,
if that person doesn’t hate the back
of my head.
“In the Realms of Gold’'
If you feel yourself becoming too sophisticated and losing your
belief in fairies and hobgoblins, take a peep, this week-end, into
Irish Fairy and Folk Tales. These folk tales are full of simplicity
and musical occurrences, for they are a literature of a class of peo
ple unchanged for centuries. Several specimens of Irish fairy
poetry are given; it is representative of every kind of Irish folk-
faith, and the author has not rationalized a single hobgoblin.
In a far-off corner of the world which is glamorous on account
of its queer people and customs, W. Somerset Maugham lays the
scene of his best play. East of the Suez.
It is the story of a young Englishman and his Eurasian wife
who are living in Peking, China. Throughout the play, Maugham
makes frequent use of the customs of the people; the main action
is based on a peculiar way the Chinese have of murdering a man
so that it appears unintentional. Tlie author, by a series of more-
or-less mysterious events, leads the reader up to an unexpected
climax and amazing turn of affairs. He ends with the suicide of
Maid in Waiting is Galsworthy’s latest book. It deals with
descendants of the original Forsytes, and conventional London life.
His characters are unusually realistic and typical of their English
Denny Charwell is the leading character, who endeavors to have
a finger in many pies in order to escape from his everyday life
led by a poor first family. A pleasant note predominates, and
would be indeed a pleasant way to spend an uneventful week-end.
Irish Folk and Fairy Tales Yeats
East of the Suez W. S. Maugham
Maid in Waiting Galsworthy