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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, October 1, 1932.
Tlie SaleiTiite
rnber Southern Inter
l’ul)lisheil Weekly by the Student
15o(ly of Salem College
SLHSCUIPTION PRICE
KDITOKIAl, STAKF
'-in-Chiff Josephine Courtney
'jiiiy Editor Dorothy Ileiden
CAN A GIRL UNDER
STAND POLITICS?
It is breatlitaking to think how
ritieal is the portion of history
tiirough which we now are living,
‘lis very city,
re ciianging.
and who knows hut tliat the organi-
soeiety will he undermined
lult of the broad thinking
which political and economic condi
tions force upon men and women.'
Indeed today is critical history, as
.111 and serious and, withal, thrill-
I', as anv war or new discov
) we, college women, realize w
taking ])laee in the world outside
r campus, and are we at all con
rned about the settlement of grea
lie questions? Do our lives con
it of a schedule, a shelf of book?
Corn Kinnialine Hfn(lers(
l.uey Jan.es
l,ois Torrence
Scleste MeClunimy
(iertruilc Sehwalb
Virjiinia Nall
lU'SINESS STAFF
, ,]f„iiiiyer Sarah Horton
. Mary Samp
Uuth Mcl.eod
. Isabelle Pollock
.I/an
(Jraee I’olloek
/or Claudia Foy
'pr . .. Mary Delia Irvin
,y,-r Caro McNei'
ryer .lane William:
r Knla Mae Jone
r Mary Frances I.inne;
sodai
I'robalily when I'aul Revere broj
!ist (on horseback), his fami
•arning, the people who heard
ever once believed .\Ir. Basti
■ould record it in his textbook, i
did the audiences of the I.incoln-
Douglas debates realize that wha'
they heard would cover page aftei
))age in historical records. Neithei
■[) we think that coming generation;
ill study chapters concerned wit:
“The (ireat Depression.” Certainl;
they will, if it is true that this is th,
nost serious disaster that the countn
has known since the Civil War. Bu
college students are not totally un
aware of |)olitical conditions, nor d'
they fail to note movements to im
))rove troubles which disturb the na
tion. Would a group of totally friv-
oulously minded girls flock to a
meeting of the Young Democrats or
America or applaud and indorse the
mov(ment of the National Economy
League.' Salem girls did just that,
proving that they were interested in
)ming elections, that they did
THE PLASTER DESCENDS
The recent catsstrophe which c
■urred in the dining-room was
rreat shock. Why should a ceiling
)f many year’s standing choose this
>ear to fall upon a room full of
tables set for lunch.' Mr. Thornton
Wilder, author of The Bridge of San
Luis liey, might call it an unpropi-
;ious omen, signal of fate, or proph-
;cy of dire disaster. However, we
■all it damp weather and soft plaster,
plus a deal of hard luck.
To -Miss Stockton, the capabli
ictician who began her work at the
)llege only a few w'eeks ago, belongs
ueh credit for efficient managemeni
of the emergency. Within three hour;
after the accident occured she had
contrived to arrange tables in the
little dining-room and the day stu
dents room, make necessary changes
in kitchen arrangements, and serve
a delicious hot meal. It is a niarve'
that anyone could be so efficient.
The students promise their co-opera-
through the days of inconven-
e which will follow the fall of
the (
OYSTERETTES
of nothing
slick.
LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
And new. W
i how there can be
„ man or an infidel.
n'alt IVhiimav
PARAGRAPHICS
When th
dining-room
heated discussion over what cjfused it.
Miss Stockton blames it Dr.
Rcmdthaler for pacing up and d(
the library on Sunday mornings v
weighty footstei)s. Then Dr. Rond-
thaler insists that .Miss StiK'kton
tables
Woi
the\
the
qui
■lling?
rtbquaki-.
It might have been ,i
, the
taff will
Josephine College? If
n solve the myi
be grateful, bei
er paragrajjhics. She left
a manuscript written in bold, bin
script in the office basket. If she
nuist do things like that, the
docs not promise to keep it off the
press in any form she choosi
• the ,Iui
Hall.
We're glad to
established in So
first night they w
Iheni fell down the steps and from
the evidence of various onlooke
gather she was not too pleased with
the set-up down there. In the n
future Society Hall plans to hav
house-warming and miscellani
shower combined. Then don’t tin
awav that old pair of your ro(
mate’s curtains.
It is rumored that Miss At was di
rectly responsible for the dei>lorabli
state of the weather during the first
days of the week, because she had
been dissatisfied with the arid co
dition of the hockey field for tw
weeks. Plea.se. Mi.ssAt. doesn’t you
grass need a little more sunshine?
1 the
further infor
vernment.
Ciirls, it is
If
and 1
,ed about matters of
laid, art- incapable ei
leriousness of such u
nfronts the nation to
ying is true i
. But
understanding
and results, the desire to di
lare in bettering conditions,
and the ability to keep informed
bout ))olitics, the college wc
sserts her ability on an equal plain
i'ith the college man. The questioi
s whether she will make use of hei
THE FACULTY RECITAL
ilem should feel unusually for
te in having in its Music Faeul
VO such fine virtuosos as Charlei
(;. Vardell, .Jr. and Ernest Leslif
Schofield.
Surely no one of the large audi
ence could have gone away from
Monday night’s concert without
feeling of having been lifted fa
above the things of every day lif(
without an inspiration to do somt
thing fine himself. Mr. Schofield
was at his best. He has never pro
diiced more beautiful tones than thosi
in ‘‘The Rose of Allandale.” Hi
other songs demonstrated his re
markable technical range. Miss Viol;
Tucker, his accompanist was also ai
artist in her field. Mr. Vardell’s pro
gram ranged from the classic school
through the romantic and impression
istie to the very modern.
This concert, in which Mr. Vardel'
l)layed a number of his own compo
sitions. linked Salem College witl
the Folk Music Research movement
in North Carolina of which oi
the eonijxising and ))crformance of
original manuscripts by living young
.\merican' composers. It is a rare
opportunity to hear a composers’ own
interj)retations.
■ver sit down, either
)r a noisy one, and think
)ut oysters? No, neither
:pt the night before bi-
n. My dears, that night
■lation never before had I
eciated the value of the.'
■losed creatures. Da
they lie on the bottom of
:;rs or salty inlets all un-
Appalling ignorance
hard of them for all they
might as well hav(
ath tub. They
WHO LOVES THE RAIN
“Who loves the rain,
And loves his home.
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the
And at his hearth-fire keep me
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul
surprise,
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home
And looks on life witli quiet eye
SOME SCHOOLS ARE
QUICKLY FORGOTTEN
(Tune; Vagabond Lover)
For some schools are quickly for-
And gone with the end of the year
But some you remember
Like last glowing embers
Making our memories dear.
For we’re full of joy here at Salem
And happiness reigns here supreme
And we know' that sonleday
We’ll come back to her
The school of our high school
dav dreams.
Rudy Valle’s famous
■verybody, heigh-ho”
L'hanged as far as most
Aren’t you crazy about the W'e(
body else who calmly a.sked for bee:
and pretzels! Do be considerate—
forget the beer, and see B. P. Me-
I.ean about the pretzels. She’s liable
to have plenty to tell you. I
have seen her when she didn’1
Here is a brand n-
.Sigma Omieron Alpha
Resolved that it is t
nervous system to hit your elbow
than to bite your tongue.
; they have no appr(
nd most of all, tliey have no
idea that they have caused
lanufacture of oysterettes —
indescribable discs of delight,
ne eating oysters without
y’sterettes I Oyste
ettes
e to o
envelopes are to letters, as cornet
beef to cabbage, as announcement:
are to chaj)cl. In other words
(word, in this case) indispensable.
.Just so are personal comments in
disj)cnsable to college life. Be in
dividual 1 Be among the first to de
eekly.
■ wonder if Mr. McEw
t found Miss McKinmon
This
“AN INTERVIEW WITH
MISS ANNA”
When I was told that for mj
Salemite assignment I should inter
view Miss Anna Butner, I was de
lighted. Often I have met her ii
front of the Sisters’ House and havi
seen her, in garden hat an sweater,
working in her garden or sitting
sewing in the hallway of the Sistei
house. Also, I have caught glimpses
of her inviting room and have wished
. go 1
One rainy n:
knocked at M
called to me t ^
sitting in a rocking chair by her
radio, from which came the soft
rythmic music of a good di
chestra. All of you have se
The admiration of certain students
for the new assistant in the educa
tion department has been surprising
ly dampened by the dispatch with
which that young man gets down to
work.
The Salrmite staff will please con
sult the bulletin board in Main Hall
■oncerning a meeting, probably Moi
day night.
Week-End Travels
In The Realms of Gold
‘'Much Have I Trc
I- have been v
I'eled in the Iteahns of Gold”
•king for over two weeks. During this week
end, why not take a journey to strange, enchanting places? We
can do this while sitting comfortably in our own rooms. In The
Carolina Low-Country, a book published by a society which loves and
tries to preserve the negro spirituals, we find ourselves surrounded
by the romance of the melodious old Southland, we see the country
from Indian days to the present time, but especially do we see the
negro as a musical individual. Through the dreamy pines and
Spanish moss, we hear his low, musical voice singing the old spirituals.
y of these songs with both
In the last section of the work a
words and music.
From South Carolina, we leap across the sea to Russia, Irina
Skariatina, who last year in a Y. P. M. talk told us of many of her
adventures, we travel from the Revolution-torn Russia of 1922 to
our owm country. She sets forth her amazing adventures in her latent
book, A IVorld Begins. Weak from imprisonment, she leaves her
native land, travelling through Germany, near her mother’s grave,
to England, In Soudan she finds work translating some documents.
While in England, the exiled countess secures a position as a French
teacher for a family in the United States. With anxious eyes, the
Russian girl turns towards America. At first conditions are very
unpleasant, but, finally, she begins making friends. At last she
meets and marries her “perfectly charming American husband.” F'er
her a new world begins.
If we know something of a person’s life, we are more likely to
appreciate it. Richard Specht has written an intimate account of
•lohannes Brahms’ life. By reading the book, we are able to see the
little things' in the great German composer’s life as well as the big
things. Many of his works are analyzed in a very feeling way,
making the reader see the very soul of the artist. Brahms is no
longer a name, but a living personality.
The Carolina I.ow-Countrij
Members of the Society for the Preservation of Spirituals
.1 World Begins Irina Skariatina
Johannes Brahms Richard Specht
Heigh-ho, I Anna, and many of you know her.
She is rather short and stout, and
her soft grey hair parted in
the middle and smoothly combed
)ack to a knot. The night I inter-
iewed her she wore a neatly tailored
dark silk dress, at the neck of which
was fastened a cameo pin.
When I told Miss Anna why I had
come, in a perplexed but not at all
impatient manner, she said she
thought all that was over: Dr.
Rondthaler had been to see her, had
asked her all sorts of questions, and
had talked about her in chapel; there
had been an article about her in the
laily paper. After showing me the
lipping from the paper, she said
she didn’t know what else to say, had
nothing else to say. Interviewing
was new to me, and I knew no
questions to ask. One doesn’t want
to ask questions to Miss Anna, how
ever, for her natural, aimiable man
ner makes one feel at home. Pres
ently she did say that of course she
had always liked Salem, and that
she had seen lots of students and
faculty come and go. Some grand
children of girls she knew when she
first came to Salem have recently
ben studnts here.
It is said that you can tell a great
deal about a person by her room.
Surely Miss Anna’s cosy room tells
us much about her. Her living room
is rather small, and it is well filled.
In one corner is a couch which is
heaped up with comfortable looking
l>illows—large pillows with crochet
ed covers, smaller ones with gay
ruffles, every conceivable kind of
])illow. A radio is in another corner
of the room, and the other furniture
isists of several tables and com
fortable chairs. Shaded lamps make
cherry light in Miss Anna’s
At the window are white ruf
fled tie back curtains, and on one of
these is pinned a pink and gold crepe
paper butterfly. I have noticed a
in Miss Anna’s window as I
passed by on the street, but this night
she said she had put him to bed.
Among the many pictures on Miss
Anna’s walls, I noticed several fam
ily pictures, a large sampler, and
some mottoes which showed a happv
and sound philosophy. A Bible, one
or two flower catalogues, and a Pol-
lyanna game were among the things
on her tables and shelves.
Miss Anna kindly allow'ed me to
take home and copy the clipping
about her from the Twin Sity Sen
tinel. Which will appear in this
issue of the Salemite. When I re
turned it .she said there wasn’t any
use to fix up anything about her,
but to do it just like I wanted to.
It is delightful to meet one as hap
py in her work and as cherry in her
wav of living as Miss Anna.
hen 1
door, she
FROM THE “TWIN CITY
SENTINEL”
“Nearly half a century of contin
uous and loyal service with any insti
tution is a meritorious achievement
and ;uch was the acclaim registered
by Dr. Howard Rondthaler in the
Tuesday morning chapel assembly at
Salem College, when J;ommenting‘
upon the record of Miss Anna But
ner who became associated with the
housekeeping stoff of that college in
I88fi.
“On the 19th of September, 1880
Miss Butner, then a girl of less than
20, arrived at Salem Female Acade
my from her home in Bethania, to
assume duties with the housekeeping
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