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THE SALEMITE
Saturday; April 23, 1932.
The Salemite
Member Southern Inter-Collegiate
Press Association
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
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i:ditorial staff
Edilor-in-CMef Sarah Gi
Managing Editor .. Mary Louise Mickey
Associatu KdUor Margaret .lohnf
Associate ICdilor . . Dorolliy Ileidenreich
Feature Editor Julia Meare!
Ecatvre Editor lieatrlce IIy(l(
Feature Editor Susan Calclei
Feature Editor Elinor Phillip
Poetry Editor Martha H. Davis
Ass't Poetry Editor Isabella Hanson
lUtisic Editor Mary Absher
tiociehj Editor Josephine Coui
,‘Sports Editor Mary Ollie Biles
Local Editor Mildred Wolfe
lulercolleyiute Editor Miriam Stevenson
REPORTERS
Phyllis Noe
Elizabeth Gray
Martha Binder
Margaret Long
Mary Miller
Zina Vologodsky
CONTRIBUTORS’ CLUB
Kathleen Atkins
Mary Drew Dalton
Mary Penn
Carrie Braxton
ON TRADITIONS
To a great many people the word
tradition is a synonym for stagnation,
conservation, and every thing op
posed to progress. The really mod
ern person has no time to observe
tradition What bis ancestors did
means nothing-to him. lie is out to
do something for mankind and him
self in particular—something new
a new age. And, why not.? If
grandfather did something in a
eertani way, that is snfBeient reason
for bis not doing it. He is out for
in. The first question is, “Is it
practical?” And the answer is, “If
at tradition is not the synonym
for old fashionedness. It has noth
ing to do with narrowness and things
outworn. It is the symbol of life
coming to form through dark chaos.
It is the heritage of the ages, the
bridge that joins the present to the
past, the path upon which our every
step must of necessity be laid. Tra
ditions are not vague sentimentali
ties; they are as lasting as the pyra
mids, as deep as the sounding seas, as
ancient, as fresh and glittering as
the stars. They represent founda
tions rather than drawbacks, continu
ity rather than stagnation.
In an age when eries are being-
raised to blot out the past, we
dcr if a new world can be built
without the heritage of the past. Is
it not more noble to fulfill than to
destroy ? j
THE DOOR
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then, moves on.
—Carl Sandburg.
THINGS
Things that are lovely
Can tear my heart in two—■
Moonlight on still pools.
You.
Things that are tender
Can fill me with delight—
Old songs remembered.
Night.
Things that are lonely
Can make me catch my breath—
Tlie hunger for lost arms—
Death.
—Dorothy Don'.
The littlest door, the inner door,
I swing it wide.
Now in my heart there is no more
To hide.
The farthest door—the latch at last
Is lifted; see
I keep the little fortress fast.
—Be good to me.
—Mary Carolyn Davies.
FROM A STREET
CORNER
Like snails I see the people go
Along the pavement, row on row
And each one on his shoulder bears
His coiling shell of petty cares—
The spiral of his own affairs.
Some peer about, some creep on blind.
But not one leaves his shell behind.
And I, who think I see so well.
Peer at the rest, but cannot tell
How much is cut off by my shell.
—Eleanor Hammond.
SENIOR COMPOSITION
CLASS DEMONSTRATES
IN RECITAL
SMOKE TRAILS
BUSINESS STAFF
Business Manager .. Mary Alice Beaman
Advertising Mgr Edith Claire Leake
/Isst. Adv. Mar. _ - - Ruth McLeod
Asst. Adv. Mgr Grace Pollock
Asst. Adv. Mgr. - Mary Sample
Asst. Adv. Mgr. - Isabelle Pollock
Asst. Adv. Mar. Emily Mickey
Asst. Ad. Mgr. Mary Catherine Siewers
Circntation Mgr Sarah Horton
Asst. Giro. M ^ i Shuford
LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
'our Yesterday is History,
Forget it.
'our Today is Now,
Make the best of it.
four Tomorrow—
If it comes, will be as
vou have made it.
A disl
ted truth works i
an a straight lie.
) me, I would rob n
n honest Iiope.
• thoughts, bri-
e artistic and finished
The next size u
s the period.
It consists of
PARAGRAPHICS
Next week’s issue will be the last
issue of the Salemite written by the
staff of the school year 1931-32. As
Dr. Willoughby says, “Tempus does
fugit.”
We (meaning the Seniors) always
did like to be entertained; it seems
that we have such will power that
even the Depression can’t stop
from receiving welcome little nc
of invitation. We R. S. V.
(This is sincere, and not a subtle
hint).
A light! A light! Columbus cried.
The discovering old fogey,
A light! A light! Columbus cried,
I desire to light my stogie.
He: !My grandfather was
gold digger in the Klondike.
She: So was my grandmother.
I feel myself an aristocrat only
when in the society of those whose
viees transcend my own.
Do not place yourself in a position
where you have to explain.
bad policy to praise
blame a thing unduly before that
thing has been entirely accomplished.
It is bad policy to summarize the
smoking situation at Salem before the
school year has come to a
But this summary has been promised
in former editorials and has been
requested by Salemite readers. (We
feel flattered!) Therefore, we take
the bit in our teeth and face the
evitable in this second from the last
issue to be published by this yi
staff.
Due appreciation has already
been expressed to the Trustees and
the administration for their co-oper
ation in this matter of student free
dom. In a former editorial we stated
that, with the co-operation of thosi
in authority so willingly extended to
us, we as Salem girls could do
less than act as good sports in
new situation.
It seems to us that Salem girls
■have accepted their new privilege in
a becoming manner and have not
taken undue advantage of this privi-
legc_in a word, they have been
sportsmanlike in their attitude. Of
course, at the beginning of the school
year when the new privilege was first
acquired, the Green Room was sinqily
•filled with girls and smoke. A new
privilege, don’t you see, must be
taken advantage of ! But gradually
the number of girls and the volume
of smoke have narrowed down to—
well, we haven’t counted the former
measured the latter, but we d say
1 much smaller quantity. There is
a distinct improvement over the pro-
1 smoking of former years.
A speeal time allowed and a certain
place allowed have done much to
regulate the habits of many girls.
There is an excellent spirit about
the smoking privilege at Salem al
present. So far there has been n(
petty discrimination between Tnt
Girls Who Smoke” and “The Girl;
Who Don’t Smoke.” It has been
considered a personal habit entirely
up to the individual. The girl who
doesn’t smoke is admired and
speeted (if she is admirable and
speetable herself) and the girl a
does smoke is not criticized. The
probable reason for this unusual fact
is that the girls who enjoy the privi
lege of the Green Room are support
ing the honor system.
May this summary and criticism
of the smoking privilege of this year
not appear too soon, for the school
year is not yet over and much can
happen pro and con the problem in
five weeks.
two phrases each finishing with
cadence, hut the first is not coir
plete. It is rather a question left up
in the air which is answered by the
second phrase. The answer may re
peat almost the words of the ques
tion but give a turn towards a defi
nite declarative answer. This
called the parallel construction of
the period. An exercise for the
class was to answer a ques
tion phrase in three different
ways. The construction might be
parallel, opposing, or it might take
its own course. In an extended com
position. such as a sonata or a rhap
sody, all tiirce niiglit be u'
unity, but eacli saying it
different way. Broadus Staley played
an example of the repeated period in
the middle of which came a complete
cadence. Margaret Siewers played
I example of the double period.
The period and the double period
e combined in song forms. Two
complete double periods form a
part song form. Two complete
double periods and a contrast form
the three-part song form. All of
these forms may be repeated, modi
fied, et cetera, but the phrase is the
fundamental form.
The complete program follows:
Examples of the Phrase—Eliza
beth Willis.
The h’.xtendcd Phrase i
- -Broadus Staley.
Song Without Words—Margaret
Siewers.
Gavotte—Evelyn Pratt.
Minuet—Edith Fulp.
March—Doris Kimel.
Gavotte—Broadus Staley.
Song Without Words—Nell Cooke
Chanson Triste (Violin)—Eliza-
McC;iaugh(
IF THE COURT PLEASES
I’m neither a Socialist nor an An
archist. I have been taught since
my formative childhood years, to
avoid Bolsheviks and their wicked
doctrines. However, I should like to
)cial revolution, and I know
there are countless thousands of
loving, amiable people like myself
who would cheerfully join the rank
and file of revolters in such a cause
But it would have to be a non-re
sistant revolt, because, as I said be
fore, I and my allies are quiet folk.
We don’t want a change of govern
ment, a limited monarchy, or a re
vised salt tax. We have no acqui-
sitional ambitions, and we don’t wish
to see England humbled. It is a
simple and a small bit of justice for
which we sue. It could be easily ar
ranged if it were not for the over
whelming and almost immovable
power of that despot. Tradition.
We want—names! New names—
names which we like—names which
fit us and our personalities—not
names inherited from grandfather.
Uncle Bill, Cousin Cordelia, Dad, or
mother’s childhood chum. We want
our own names, and we don’t want it
to be inevitably necessary to seek the
red-tape of a legal procedure when
we wish to change them lawfully.
christened a name long and
sonorous, and abounding with vowels
and consonants in weird array.
I_V, I detest every word of it.
lids strange, to be sure. And
particularly fond of strange
Revc
rolin
I.ciuba,
Melodj’—Elizabeth Willis.
Recollections (Organ) —Broadut
Staley.
(Each work was performed by the
composer).
Week-End Travels
“In the Realms oj Gold/'
One has certainly become undeniably and hopelessly old when
cne cea.t.es to love fairy tales, and there undoubtedly could be nothing
less delightful than peeping into England’s own variety of fairyland.
Perliaps our own fairies have grown up, but thei-e is always a lure in
reading about fairies of a different nationality. You can travel with
St. George on his black charger, Bayard, from Merrie England to
Egypt and Persia. You can liave the unequaled thrill of killing
dragons with your trusty sword. You can help the doomed princess
gueSs the name of the goblin who s]iins five skeins of gold. You can
live over the adventures of Jack, tlie Giant-Killer, Mr. and Mrs.
Vinegar, Tom Thumb, or the Prince named by a process of elimina
tion, Nix-Naught-Nothing. For you Arthur Rackham has crammed
the pages witli pictures as convincing as photographs of the-bewitch
ing characters. This week-end you could do little better than include
English Fairy Tales, retold by F. A. Steel, on your itinerary.
W. S.. Gilbert invites you to spend the week-end in the town of
Titipu, visiting the Mikado, who, with his courts, makes a separate
race of people—spirited, charming, and gay in intolerable circum
stances. All of them are beset by hundreds of unforeseen tragedies,
but not a single one is entirely overcome by fate. The most molested
character still has courage enough to look you straight in the eye.
There are additional side trips to visit The Pirates of Penzance on
the Coast of Cornwall, to Arcadia who.se queen lolanthe is doomed,
and to Boratoria where The Gondoliers will entertain you.
No trip is complete without an extended tour of France. With
Marcel Proust as guide you will enjoy a most intimate vsit to Sicann’s
Way. In the village of Cambray you will see one sector of French
societ}', in Paris you will meet another—tlie rich bourgeoisie. Proust
is absolutely unlike any contemporary writer. He is introspective,
very sensitive and inquisitive. He interprets for you even the most
minute and almost insignificant detail of French life and feeling. You
will be very interested in meeting aristocracy and bourgeoisie in the
intricate study portrayed in Sit'ann’s Way.
English Fairy Tales
Mikado and Other Plays..
...Retold by F. A. Steel
W. S. Gilbert
Marcel Proust
glami
But
; boh:
3 myst
I know that one
wished upon me because
of a great deal of sentimental bally
hoo, iieaped upon my mother, by her
mother. I know another is a mon
strous contortion of a perfectly good
male name, into a horrid feminine
counterpart. I also know mother had
to argue frightfully in order to give
The whole fact of the matter is
that it was really none of their busi
ness in the first place. Who are
they to bestow upon me the words by
which I shall be addressed all my
life? I am I, and r
of 1
lality ;
the color of my eyes and hair.
It is only I who have a right t'
choose my own name. At this poin
the argument grows most hitter. Tra
dition says our parents have a practi
eally hereditary right to name u.‘
I want to choose my own name
This is my revolutionary dream. T
upset Tradition upon his dejirave
despotic thr(
and s
t thcr
u the
Ideal of Complete Personal Liber!
is my addition to the long list of so
cial reform ideas. I do not s.ay how
it may be done—I only want to do
it. I'want my own name—one that
I chose myself—one that I like.
I’ve
linqjle youth, but not legally and not
,atisfactorily. The family would
lot sanction my desires. Down with
the Family Tradition!
SOPHOMORES ENTER
TAIN IN REYNOLDA
GARDENS
is widely known for its beautiful
flowers, was abloom with apple blos
soms and dogwood, while mild spring
weatlier did its part to make the oc
casion enjoyable. Music furnished
by the Davidson College Orchestra,
was a surprise to the Seniors, who
kept the orchestra busy with request
numbers. With the orchestra “the
trio” and “the duet” sang special
numbers; “Paradise” was the liit of
the afternoon, perhaps because it was
suitable to the time and the place.
On the terrace members of the
Sophomore Class served refresh
ments, in which the Senior colors of
red and white were observed. From
a large bowl punch was served, with
delicious sandwiches and cakes iced
and decorated with the numbers
“ ’32.” Eacli guest received a dainty
corsage of ro.se buds tied with the
class colors. Dr. Rondthaler and
Mr. Campbell received their bouton
nieres and wore them proudly. After
the tea was ended, the Seniors re
fused to let the orchestra go, and
brought them to the college to enter
tain for a short time the envious
Freshmen and Juniors.