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THE SALEMITE
Saturday, October 8, 1932.
The Salernite
tihrr Southern Inter-Collegiate
Press Association
lislicd Weekly by tlic Student
Hody of Salem College
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KDITOIUAI. STAFF
nr-in-Ch'u f Joscpliine Courtney
mjlmj KdHnr . Dorotliy 1 leidenri-icli
rUtte Kitilor Klinor Phillips
I'atsy McMull.-in
Susan Calder
C'ourtland I’reston
Martha liind. r
Mary Abslicr
. . Kllzaheth Cray
. Miiry Ollie liih s
Mar^mn-t I.onp
KKPORTKK
('lira l'',ininaline HencU-rs
I.uey Jan.es
lU'SINKSS STAFF
1 Horto
lrrti>iii;i Mc.tiaijcr Mary Sample
Ah\ Matuujcr Uuth McLeod
Adv. - Isabelle Pollock
»»■( Adv. .MniKKjcr Grace Pollock
•. Hat!
.tdv. .Mar.
Mary Deli:
Cirrulatwu Mumiyr.r Jane Willia.ris
.(,..7 dr. Mamujvr Kula Mae Jones
LITTLE THOUGHTS
FOR TODAY
To attain the liifiliest fjood \
e man and womanliood, j
do ymir l.onest hrst - j
ith joy will do the vest. {
Jnme.s iVhitcoinh Itilei/. j
TO THE BLUE TRIANGLE !
The y. M. C. A. and the Y. W.
C. A. are not sufficiently appreci
ated. These associated organize
tions, with tlie vast work and world
of good which they do, coul l proL i-
hly never adequately be given ail
the recognition that is due them, so
vast and far reaching are the
things which they accomplish. In
Y. 1’. M. on Wednesday the speaker
mentioned activities of the Y. of
which he had never heard, activities
which saved lives of some people
and enriched tile drab existence of
some others. It was one of the most
appealing talks tha has been heard
at the ex])anded chapel hour, and
it was one which will not soon be
forgotten.
We are meml>ers of this organiza
tion which spends its time, labor
and funds in doing good over tin
world. At the first of school it
was the Y. W. girls in their neat
blue dresses who greeted us at the
door, and witii friendly smiles dis
pelled the first lonesomeness or
signs of homesickness. They in
vited us to tea and filled the first
.Sunday, which is apt to be a day of
nothing to do, with entertainment
and inspiration. Their vesper ser
viees and mid-week worship are
needed at tiie collegc.
The purj)Ose of this organization
is to unite in the desire to realize
full and creative life through knowl
edge of Ciod, and to have a part in
making this life jjossible for all
peo])le.” It is a joy to be a mem
ber of this association and to receive
the help which is gladly given bv
the Y. W. C. A.
S € C I IE T y
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PARAGRAPHICS
It is time that some one should
have an opinion to print in the Open
I'orum. Is there anything you
would like to praise or blame? Un
less some(;ne volunteers to write his
thoughts for publication, the editor
is going to leave a blank space on
the editorial page for you to fill with
vour notions on how this school
ought to be run. Wouldn’t that
draw
lent I
I'or instanci—would the readers of
tiu- Salernite like a column on beaut\
culture? The paper is at your serv
ice and will be glad to collect au-
thentic information, on fashions oi
care of the skin and hair if the sub
scribers want it. Would a continued
story be accepUiblc? Ask for any
thing except pictures. Ask the biis-
iness n
lanager
why.
Among the i
nembers of the Salem
Day ;
it the
Ideal Committee
there V
fas som
e t,dk about a “Pros-
l»critv
Ship.”
What could that
mean?
Two
such attractive words
as "Pr.
Dsperity
” and “Ship” written
closely
together sounds good to a
dcpr,;>
iion-struck community.
.An announc(
'inent of a faculty tea
and fa
culty
meeting brings cold
chills t
0 some
of the poor students
who he
ar it announced in chapel. All
afterno
on ears
are kept burning, and
at dinner when the teachers from
their secret meeting, the expressions
on tlieir faces are too mysterious to
bear. Couldn’t the time of the meet
ing jilso be kpt secret? It would re
lieve a great deal of worry.
MAY DAY
There is no doubt that the Presi
dents’ Forum made an imjiortant
step for the welfare of Salem when it
voted to make the .May Day Festival
I V li'ii'l wide affair, rather than
■Ii" (^r' T.iizational undertaking which
it h;is heretofore been.
This year eight committees work-
ii'o; under the leadership of experi
ment,al eh.'iirmen will plan and di
rect the features of the spring event.
I'.aeh student, however, will I'lave the
opjiort.unity through tlie committees
to do her share for the festival.
Such an innovation is welcome at
.Salem. Not enly does the new ])lan
lessen the resprinsibilitv that has
been placed on one club, but it also
creates a greater sense of sclioc^l
s|)irit. It is not hyperbolous to say
that there are manv students wlio.
iv.'liiig that May Dav has been an
i \cnt for and by a few, have been
insouciant and apatlietic toward the
May Day Festival. This indiffer
ence should vanish with the school-
wid- Mav Dav Festiv.al, because
that day belongs to every student.
It is the duty of every true .Salemite
to make it her own Mav Dav Fes
tival.
■Vdilaide. .Silversteen, contributor
e.rtraordinaire to this publication,
should be recognized in some ^
Where can her name be placed? She
is neither reporter nor editor, and
she can't be 'a whole contributors’
club by herself.
TEACHERS HONOR
MRS. SIMPSON
In compliment to Mrs. Taylor
.Simpson, a bride of the past summer
and instructor in the department of
modern languages at the college, sev
eral teachers who are residents at
the college entertained at tea at the
Winston-Salem Country Club on
’Puesday afternoon. The hours were
uesday iiseeeeT etaoin slirdl uemfw
At the front door Miss Kate
Smith graciously received the guests
and presented them to the receiving
line. Mrs. Simpson, the honor
guest, Miss Atkinson, Miss Lilly,
and .Miss Ferguson were in the re-
cejition room. Decorations of dah
lias, golden rod, and autumn leaves
carried out the colors of the fall
season.
At the tea table Misses Brown
and I'uller greeted the guests and
served delicious refreshments of
and sandwiches. The table, where
Mrs. Rondthaler and Miss Virgii
Wilson poured tea, was beautiful
with its cloth of imported lace,
dies, and autumn flowers. GuesI
the tea were members of the college
and academy faculties.
MRS. MCKEITHAN
ENTERTAINS KAPPAS
The Alpha Pi Kappa Sorority
members and pledges were delight
fully entertained on Friday after
noon by Mrs. Harold McKeithan at
her home on Eden Terrace. At four
o’clock the tw'enty guests were greet
ed by Mrs. McKeithan, who before
her marriage of the past summer '
Miss Millicent Ward. During
enjoyable afternoon the hostess
served delicious refreshments.
THESE ARE THE PEOPLE
WHO LIVE IN THE
WORLD WE LIVE IN
It sounds incredible, but neverthe
less it is true. If everybody in this
world of ours were six feet all and
a foot and a half wide and a foot
thick (and that is making people a
little bigger than they usually are),
that the whole of the human race
(and according to the latest available
statistics there are now nearly
2,000,000,000 descendants of the
original Homo Sapiens and his wife)
could be packed into a box measur
ing half a mile in each direction.
That, as I just said, sounds incred
ible, but if you don’s believe me, fig
ure it out for your.'self and you will
find it to be correct.
If we transported that box to the
(Irand Canyon of Arizona and bal
anced it neatly on the low stone wall
that keeps people from breaking their
necks when stunned by the incred
ible beauty of that silent witness of
the forces of Eternity, and then call
ed little Noodle, the dachshund, and
told him (the tiny beast is very in
telligent and loves to oblige) to giy
the unweildy contraption a slight
push with his soft brown nose, there
would be a monment of crunching
and rippijng as thewooden planks
loosened stones and shrubs and trees
on their downward path, and than
a low and even softer bumpity-
bumpity-bump and a sudden splash
when the outer edges struck the
banks of the Colorado River.
Then silence and oblivion.
The human sardines in their mor
tuary chest would soon be forgotten.
The Canyon would go on battling
wind and air and sun and rain as it
has done since it was created.
'Phe world would continue to run
its even course through the uncharted
heavens.
The astronomers on distant and
nearby planets w'ould have noticed
nothing out of the ordinary.
A century from now a little mound,
densely covered with vegetable mat
ter would perhaps indicate where
humanity lay buried.
And that would be all.
- -Van Loon’.i Geograph i/.
.\ttendanee is very gratifying.
Tntil this year it seemed to be hard
for the students to understand that
the thing to do afer supper on Sun
il,'iv nighs was to go to vespers. Per-
liajis it is a haliit, but more than like
ly it is the assurance of an interest
ing [irogram which draws the crowds.
Mr. S.itterfield. inan-about-cam-
pus, and one of the most dependable
of the crew of helpers which take
care of the college, deserves particu
lar praise for his faithfulness. When
the college lacked a night watchman,
he volunteered, to add to his services
in the day time the duties of lantern
bearer.. Only after Dr. Rondthaler’s
insistence that no man can work both
d,av and night did he consent to sleep
instead of attend to his job.
Yesterday w.is the birthday of
.lames Whitcomb Riley the Hoosier
poet and “Idol of Indiana.” To most
of us he was a favorite poet in ehld-
hood. Has the study of greater and
better poc'ts than he altered our love
for the author of “I.ittle Orphan
Annie” and “The Raggededy Man”?
Week-End Travels
In The Realms of Gold
stored i
“'Much Have I Traveled in the Realms of dold”
It is autumn now, and time has come for the grain to be harvest-
Such was the time for the Norwegian Oien to have his crops
inary. I.ouis Hauglum, a strong, big, open-hearted
thresher, and young I.izzie Oien decided to be married, buy a farm
and work it together . They had joy in each other and pride in theii
farm because they prospered. But tragedy came to these two con
genial people through the love of gold. A single piece of gold caused
them to hoard their money, to drift apart, and even to lose faith in
each other. But these ignorant people were terrified by tJie false
statement about the coming of Doomsday, and destruction came to
tlieir evil lives through fear and dread. Thus O. E. Rolvaag, in
this quickly-moving story, Pure Gold, paints the characters of those
who are lured by that precious yellow ore.
From idealistic stories turn to novels of realism—such as “Dolly
Madison, The Nation’s Hostess,” by Elizabeth L. Dean. Dolly
Madison’s life is interwoven with more than a half-century of Amer
ican history, and in this book are related the sweeping changes that
took place from the Revolution to the middle of the nineteenth
century. Telegraph messages took the place of post riders; the stage
coach was supplanted by the passenger train; the gas-jet super
seded tlie crude tallow dip. These are a few of the changes which
increased the development and growth of America. In this true
story, Dolly Madison, as a little girl, felt the thrill of patriotism;
and she was the last to leave the Executive Mansion when the
British entered Washington to burn the capital. Until her death
she was recognized as a person of national importance. In the bi
ography the writer has portrayed the material so colorfully and
vividly that one would hardly be bored by dull details.
"An American Epoch” by Howard W. Odum is a story of the
South. John Washington Southern and Major Thomas I.eaven are
the characters used in this book to portray the first of the four
generations of culture in the southern parts of the United States.
The second generation is composed of their sons and daughters, who
may be called the architects and builders of the New South of the
post.-reconstruction period. The children of the twentieth century
comprise the third period, and the fourth generation w'ill be rep
resented by (their future descenIant.s. In this book is romantic
material of history and literature, realistic events, and partial pic
tures of changing stages. The wonderful piece of literature ex
pressing portraiture of our Country is both enjoyable and educa-
Pure Gold O. E. Rolvaag
Dolly Madison, The Nation’s Hostess Elizabeth L. Dean
.hi American Epoch How'ard W. Odum
i OYSTERETTES |
Are you acquainted with Society
Hall’s favorite question? Here it is:
“Is it cut on the bias?” Figure out
its significance for yourself.
Two years ago there was a yictrola
in practically every other room. To
day, I dare say there are not more
than six in the entire school. This
is just another instance where eco
nomic influences have promoted an
appreciation for classical literature.
Keats once said: “Played melodies
are sweet, but those unlieard are
sweeter.”
Did you ever hear of prairie mice
going on field trips? Our own Prairie
Mice (Mary Price) went last Sat-
Ask Mrs. Berry at the Robert E.
Lee Hotel how much Georgia has
aged recently. My dears, Mrs. Ber
ry hardly recognized her.
Pena Letree is not very fond
the way in which McEwen returns
Education papers—We wonder why.
Jo Walker yesterday expressed a
desire to go to China. She is fas
cinated by the way in which China
men wade in the flooded rice fields
and pull op weeds with their toes.
We hope you get there, Jo. And
please w’ear one of those huge hats.
You w'ould look grajid.
If any one finds a stray o’possum,
please send him home; he’s mine.
THE ROAD TO FAME
One is always attracted by little
peculiarities and eccentricities of
people, and our interest is magnet
ically drawn to the famous. James
Whitcomb Riley is certainly out
standing in American literature, and
it is interesting to note that he was
always very sensitive about matters
))ertaining to his age. This pecul
iarity accounts for the question as to
the exact date of his birth.
According to custom, Riley w,ts
destined to follow in the footsteps
of his fatlier, but not liking law, he
left his home and roamed the Ohio
Vallej- painting commercial signs on
fences and farmhouses. Riley led
this free and easy existence, happy
and carefree, untl liis late seventies.
.'Vbout this time he wrote a poem
satirical of the notable style of
Edgar Allen Poe, thinking that such
a famous name would draw attention
to his work.
It was stated that a traveler in an
''Id inn near Richmond, Virginia
’lad discovered the poem on the fly
leaf of a dictionary, and had taken
’t away with him. Excitement arose
immediately over the publication and
supposedly true story of the poem,
and the traveler was requested to
exhibit the original treasure. In
some places, the poem was accepted,
and in others it was denounced as a
fraud. Riley, very much delighted
over his success as a poet, suddenly
and sadly realized that he had ruined
his future with the public.
Once more a sign painter,—then,
soon afterward, famous for his pub
lication in the Indianapolis Journal,
Riley was at last recognized as the
“Burns of America.” He was to
American poetry what Mary Twain
was to American prose.
REVELATIONS OF A
PRACTICE HOUR
Y^ou’ve often heard of the idosyn-
eraeies of famous people, and many
times these little instinctive pecul
iarities strike your sense of humor
so that you really appreciate their
humanness. Far be it from me now to
tell you of such, but I do want you
to know of an ultra-recent dis
covery of mine. Perhaps you have
never linked an idiosyncracy with a
discovery in thought, and it was not
until five minutes ago that I found
any connection whatever, myself.
All music students have to bear
the daily hours of practice, in which
some find pleasure, and others, utter
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