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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, April 30, 1932.
The Salemite
Member Southern Inter-Collegiate
Press Association
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
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$2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy
EDITORIAL STAFF
Edilor-in-Chief Sarah Graves
Uanaqing Editor .. Mary Louise Mickey
Associate Editor Margaret Johnson
Associate Editor .... Dorothy Heidenreich
Fealme VdUo, J»ha Meares
FmtiueLdUo, Beatrice Hyde
Feature Editor - Susan Calder
Feature Editor Elinor Phillips
Poetry Editor Martha H. Davis
Ass't Poetry Editor Isabella Hanson
itusic rdUo, Mary Absher
Hoeict-i Editor - .Tosephnie Courtney
Sport I duo, M irj Ollie Biles
Lneal I dito, Mildred Wolfe
Imercolleffiate Edito, Miriam Stevenson
reporters
Margaret I.ong
Mary Miller
Zina Vologodsky
CONTRIBUTORS’ CLUB
Kathleen Atkins
Mary Drew Dalton
Mary Penn
Carrie Braxton
BUSINESS STAFF
ss Manager .. Mary All
Advertising Mgr.
Asst. Adv. Mgr.
Asst. Adv. Mgr.
Asst. Adv. Mgr.
Asst. Adv. Mgr.
Asst. Adv. Mgr. .
Asst. Ad. Mgr. Mary Cath*
Circulation Mgr Sarah Horton
Asst. Giro. Mgr Ann Shuford
Asst. Circ. Mgr. Elizabeth Donald
Leake
Ruth McLeod
... Grace Pollock
... Mary Sample
Isabelle Pollock
Emily Mickey
le Slew
LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
“ . . . My Mariners
Souls that have toiled, and
wrought, and thought with
Tliat ever with a frolic welcome
took
The thunder and the sunshine,
and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—
you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and
his toil;
Death closes all. But some
thing ere the end.
Some work of noble note, may
yet be done.
Not unbecoming men that
strove with gods.
Tiie lights begin to twinkle
from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow
moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Come my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a
newer world.
. . . Though much is taken, much
abides; and though
We are not now that strength
which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that
One equal temper of heroic
hearts.
Made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and
not to yield.”
—Tennyson’s “Ulysses.”
PARAGRAPHICS
We have our opinion of those ser
timental Seniors who are sleeping o
wedding-cake every night, trying t
dream sweet dreams!
Martha: “What is an agnostic?”
Sarah: “I don’t know !”
Martha: “Well, I guess an atheist
s ‘I don’t think so’.”
May first is the date when “the old
order changetli giving place to :
and all the old officials and workers
on the various campus organizations
go out of office on that day.
Of course, -there are regrets; and
of course there are feelings of relief
that the sense of responsibility has
been shifted to new and capable
shoulders.
The Editor-in-Chief takes this op
portunity to thank the student body
for its hearty acceptance of the Sa-
Icmite throughout the year. Many
times the Saleinite has been rather a
side-issue to studies and to other out
side events (this is an honest con
fession and good for the soul) ; many
other times the Salemite has been the
product of planned effort and con
centrated forethought. But what
ever type of paper, good or bad, the
staif has put out, there has been lit
tle complaint—and that little always
profitable. This is an unusual and
gratifying situation for a paper put
out by students for students. The
suit is appreciated.
Many thanks and much apprecia
tion are due the Freshman and Soph
omore Classes for their clever “Bal
lyhoo” and “April Fool” issues. U
we had two more passes to the Caro
lina Theatre, we should certainly
give them with pleasure to the edi
tors of these two classes, “Lib” Gray
and “Susie” Calder.
Our advertisers, too, are due a
great deal of appreciation. During
the 1932 “Depression” year, they
have truly shown us proof of the
theory “Do-Press-On.”
Last, but not least, the whole suc
cess of this year’s Salemite (if it has
been a success) is due almost entirely
to the splendid cooperation of the
editorial, advertising, and circulation
staffs. It’s not much fun, I CE
from experience, sitting down and
writing up music hour or Y. P. M,
when one could see Clark Gable a1
the movie, or when one has a tern:
paper on one’s major subject due
shortly. And from hearsay,
not much fun trudging down
street in the rain to solicit advertis
ing from a sometimes gruff busi
ness man. This also goes for the
very dependable circulation staff,
which spends many a weary hour de
livering papers.
The above words of appreciation
apply not only to the Salemite staff,
but also to the members of the other
campus organizations, who have
worked faithfully this year at their
sometimes unappreciated jobs.
With this, we, the 1932 Salemite
staffs, bid you a fond Adieu !
WE MEAN IT
(For the Ilouseparty)
Hello! What fun to have you
here ! Many of you are from our own
home towns and what a thrill that
gives us. Others are new and de
lightful acquaintances—please, all of
you, make yourselves at home among
We want to show you just how
live here at Salem, introduce you
our friends (and relatives of which
there will be many for the May Day
Pageant), and share with you the
pleasures of an extraordinarily full
week-end. We hope that you have
lots of questions to ask, for most of
us are extraordinarily loquacious
and, furthermore, that’s what we re
here for.
I'he dining room is yours to eat in,
the campus yours to explore, the
buildings yours to meet and talk with
others in,'and a particular room
vours in which to rest. Please use
all of these to the fullest advantage.
Of our faculty we are justly proud
and quite anxious that they become
known to you.
There is already a bond between
us, for by coming to visit here you
have indicated an interest in Salem
which for us has deepened into a
more spiritual feeling of love and
loyalty. As we come to know each
other better our associations will
liecome increasingly delightful; first
of all, then, let’s get acquainted.
“How-do-you-do, high school
Seniors. We’re Salem students.
Welcome to the college; we’re glad .to
have you here. Mean it? Of course
we do!”
CHOPIN PRELUDE
Hush ! Did you hear
The cry of a flute ?
The fall of a fairy tear
On a fairy lute ?
Hush! Did you mark
Like leaping spray
The flash of a silver lark
In the silver Day?
Hush ! Did you find—
In the wood’s deep dream—
The magic of all the wind
By a magic stream?
Hush ! Did you hear
The cry of a flute.
Tile fall of a fairy tear
On a fairy lute?
—Eleanor Norton
JEALOUSY
“When I see you,
and cool.
Gazing with silky
fool
on that
love to, your ador-
JOSEPHINE COURTNEY
SPEAKS AT VESPERS
the Bread of Life.”
The service was closed with the
usual saying of the Y. W. C. A.
Watchword.
Miss Rachel Bray accompanied
the piano.
Ycu’vt
ing hands
Touch liis so intimately that each
understands,
I know, most hidden things; and
when I know
Your holiest dreams yield to the
stupid boi
Of his red lips, and that the empty
Of those strong legs and arms, that
Has beaten your heart to such
flame of love.
That you have given him every touch
Wrinkle and secret of you, all your
life,
—Oh! then I know I’m waiting, lov-
For the great time when love is at
a close.
And all its fruit’s to watch the thick-
And sweaty neck and dulling face
and eye,
That are yours, and you, must surely
till you die!
Day after day you’ll sit with him and
The greasier tie, the dingy wrinkling
As prettiness turns to pomp, and
strength to fat.
And love, love, love to habit
And you, that loved young life and
clean, must tend
A foul sick fumbling dribbling body
and old.
When his rare lips hang flabby and
can’t hold
Slobber, and you’re enduring that
worst thing.
Senility’s queasy furtive love-mak-
And searching those dear eyes for
human meaning.
Propping the bald and helpless head,
and cleaning
A scrap that life’s flung by, and love’s
forgotten,—
Then you’ll be tired; and passion
dead and rotten;
And he’ll be dirty, drity!
O lithe and free
And lightfoot, that the poor heart
That’s how I’ll s
But you
—Oh, when that time comes, you’
be dirty, too!
—Rupert Brooke.
THE GOING
{To Rupert Broolee)
He’s gone.
I do not understand.
I only know
That as he turned to go
And waved his hand,
In his young eyes a Svidden glory
shone:
And I was dazzled by a sunset glow.
And he was gone.
—Wilfred Wilson Gibson.
(From Battle).
HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS
ARE HOUSEPARTY
GUESTS
(Continued from Page One)
Mary Baird, Mt. Airy; MeArn
Best, Goldsboro; Nina Binder, Mt.
Airy, Sonora Bland, Goldsboro;
Frances Bowlan, Winston-Salem,
May Boyette, Scotland Neck, Minnie
Brinkley, Plymouth, Sara Brison,
Gastonia, Alma Brown, Lenoir, Mary
Ann Burns, Lebanon, Va.; Zaida
Buckley, Summit, N. J.; Jean Bur
roughs, Conway, S. C.
Faye Cain, Mocksville; Elizabeth
Campbell, Shelby; Sarah Carraway
Goldsboro; Jean Chadwick, Wil
mington; Iris Chaffin, Waynesville;
Malinda Connally, Taylorsville:
Theresa Ccoke, Salisbury; Dorothy
Courtney, I.enoir.
Caroline Dalton, High Point; Re
becca Dickinson, I.ebanon, Va.; Ce
celia Dunlap, Ansonville.
Helen Edleman, Goldsboro; Rach
el Edgcrton, Goldsboro.
Maud Gatling, Gastonia; Gene
vieve Gibler, Greensboro; Mary
Glenn, Gastonia; Polly Grant.
Mocksville; Florida Graves, Mt,
Airy.
Mary Elliott Henderson, Hickory;
Cora Emmaline Henderson, Graham'
Jewel Hipps, Waynesville; Janie
Howard, Parkersburg, W. Va.; Sa
rah Harrell, Gastonia; Delle Hug
gins, Leaksville.
Caroline Ivey, Concord.
Martha Jarrett, High Point; He
en Jones, High Point.
Katherine Kingdom, Bluefield;
Belmont Kizziah, Salisbury; Mar
garet Knight, Greensboro.
Alice Lanier, Alabama; Isabella
Landrum, Oxford; Annabel Laugh-
ridge, Gastonia; Dorothy Langston,
Goldsboro; Josephine Lucas, Greens
boro.
Esther Mason, Gastonia; Eliza
beth Martin, Mt. Airy; Celeste Mc-
Clammy, Wilmington; Nancy Mc-
Neely, Cooleemee; Alice McNeer,
Kingsport, Tenn.; Nannie Miller.
Kinston.
Isabella Morrison, Mooresvillc;
Frances Moore, Gastonia; Martha
Moore, Wilmington; Nita Myers, Le-
Alice Nesbit, High Point.
Annie O’Keefe, Bluefield.
Martha Peacock, Goldsboro; N -
cy Pike, Concord; Betsy Adams
Porter, Lilesville; Mary Catherine
Proctor, Lumberton.
Garnelle Raney, Salisbury; Susan
Rawlings, Goldsboro; Henrietta
Redfern, Monroe; Jane Rondthaler,
Nancy Satterfield, Mt. Airy:
Gertrude Schwalbe; Margaret Sears,
High Point; Muriel Spencer, Gas
tonia; Ellen Simmerman, Virginia;
Mary Shuford, Conover; Madeline
Smith, Kingsport; Irma Smith,
Leaksville.
Dixie Thomas, High Point; Lois
Torrence, Gastonia.
Frances Upchurch, Oxford.
Louise Wallis, Gastonia; Willis
Watts, Taylorsville; Marion Weil,
Goldsboro; Mary Mitchell Westall,
Asheville; Barbara Winslow, High
Point; Frances Withers, Gastonia;
Sara Wilson, Tenn.
Wilda May Yingling, Salisbury.
Marguerite Zeigler, Gastonia.
Some people make themselves
heard more by their silence than do
others who use a megaphone.
I may be better today than I think
I am but I’ll not be very long, for
I will surely slide down to my think-
MEMORIES
Farewells are bitter tilings and
better left unsaid. Life is such a
series of changes that passing ord
ers are given little thought. But
there is one thing that makes big
enough lumps in my throat and
enough smarting tears in my eyes to
last througli several such orders.
That something is leaving school! My
school. Salem. Why, I feel as
much a part of Salem as the trees
on lower campus, tlie statues in Main
Hall, or pansies that find them
selves in Dr. Rondtlialer’s button
hole.
An orphan must have emotions
similar to tliis, all piled up into one
big Lost.” Yes, it miglit be due
to a dread of change when it comes
into smooth going affairs, of a none
too sureness concerning what the for
tune teller said, but tlie cause lies
deeper than tliat. Not to say you're
from Salem, not to include in your
daily saws some little incident or
some big happening at Salem, not to
tease your roommate aboat the call
she didn’t get, not to have your suite-
mate’s shoulder tc
the hall to r
o hav,
yarn pulling seems
like saying not to live. Never again
to see if that liouse plione is ringing
second or tliird, nor to know tlie de
tails on the latest love-triangle, or
never again to meet Sarali at the
Carolina is like saying never again
will the sun be shining.
To forget—to forget all those com
binations to P. O. boxes, that sched
ule so automatically followed, the
number of pipes on the eliapel organ,
the mornings W'e get muffins, to have
to forget all those things we can’t get
into our memory books is to us like
tlie cutting off of his pig-tail to the
Cliinaman. But we’ve been using in
delible pencils to imprint some
tilings in our minds during these
years spent at Salem, things that we
wouldn’t part with for a year of liv
ing. Those things neai'est the heart
are what we will have for our memo
ries, friends, periodic realizations of
growth in ourselves, love of Salem.
I’ve been thinking pretty hard
about those bitter things, farewells,
and I’m dodging them, or telling
myself that I am. There’s just one
consolation I can find for myself—
combinations can be relearned, pipes
can again be counted, and I can meet
Sarah all over again,—should I
choose to propagate the race.
YOU GUESS WHO
(If you can . . .)
—Is Mrs. Westbrook Wilcox-to-be?
—Works cross-word puzzles for rec
reation ?
—Drinks twelve glasses of water a
day for her complexion ?
—Couldn’t possibly have passed that
—Had five dates last night but just
—You heard singing a block off?
—Thinks of pleasant things?
—Calls Dave Tommy and Tommy
Dave (that’s a fatal error) ?
—Won’t give the names of her tele-
phoner’s masculine voice?
-Asks Bob if lie’s ready yet?
—Tells ten fibs to five boys in one
night?
-Gets all her themes in on time
-Is sleeping on wedding eake?
(. . . but I doubt it.)
TALENTED ALUMNA OF
SALEM GIVES PER
FORMANCE
It is much easier to love our cus
tomers than it is to even tolerate the
lan who trades across the street.
Cesar Frank.
Intermezzo” from the “Storm
King Sympliony,” by Clarence Dick
insons’ “Le Coucou,” by d’Aquin.
“The Flight of the I5umble Bee,”
by Lemsky-Korsakoff.
“A Song of Dawn,” by Torjussen.
“Finale,” from “Symphony No. 8,”
by Charles Marie Widor.
To quote the Journal: Miss Lock
wood has been given outstanding rec
ognition by her professors and by
music critics well qualified to com
ment upon her ability as a performer.
Salem is proud of her.