Saturday, October ,22, 1932.
The Salemite sunday_^udy.ng
2.00 ,1 Year :: 10c a Copy
Martha Uiiid. r
Recently Dr. Rondthaler expressed
his views upon studying on Sunday,
wliicli. as coming from a man known
to be broahninded and sincere, can
not he disregarded. He was not
dogmatic, and he was not ultra-eon-
servative. As a Christian gentle
man he simply stated a command
ment of God and his own interpret i-
tion of it as applied to students.
Should college students studv on
the Sahhath day.? At present'it is
a customary practice to ])repare
-Monday’s assignments on Sunday
afternoon, and perhaps the reasons
for the custom are logical. Tlie ob
jections to Sunday study were so well
founded on truth that they ought to
be considered with deep thought.
F.very girl should arrive at some de
cision for it is a serious matter.
What are your views on Sunday
study ? Custom can be broken if the
people who practice it make an effort
to break it. Rather than to print
the personal opinions of the editorial
staff, the Salemite prefers to be
voice of the student body.
0|)en Forum is at your service.
il SIN'K.S.S STAFF
IdiKiifer Sarah Horton
Mary Delia Irvin
Let knowledge grow froir
j 'I'hat mind and soul, according
fore but vaster.
- 'J'i‘iini/.ion, “In Memoriam
With fear aiul trembling the
Salemite staff yields its place for one
week to the Sophomore Class, who
will be th editors of the Hallowe’en
edition. From all outward appear-
•mces their issue will be an interest
ing departure in the field of journal
ism. But who knows what a Sopho
more will do?
Back to the dining-hall and cafe
teria breakfasts 1 Glorious, isn’t it?
Yet some students and teachers too
declare they prefer the crowded lit
tle dining-room, where meals were
more sociable. That may mean
“where manners were less unneces-
, this kolledge!
a clo.set in the
b.Vsement of I.ouisa Bitting and asked
if it were the Y. W. C. A. Cabinet.
When ye F.ditor carried a stick in
her hand, was that the Salemite
Woman was born with a natural
desire to talk—to have both the first
word and the la.st. So Ghilan’s an
nouncement came as a natural fea
ture in the course of human events.
If .someone notices scores of down
cast girls this week, neitiier grades,
boys, nor weight is at fault. The
cause of this local depression is pic
tures. We are all wondering whether
we actually like the pictures or
whether the camera has lost its
(Jeorge Washington-like features.
How we hope the camera lied!
Appreciation is an invaluable as
set in anyone’s life. Because of a lack
of it, one person who has as much
materially as the average per.son,
can go through life in a miserable
gloominess, missing all the small de
lights that amount to more when
compounded than the few great ones
which he desires but cannot gain.
One cannot say, “Now I will be
conscious of all the beauty and fine
ness around me,” and immediately
become a changed person. Some arr
born with this great gift; all others
must achieve it through painstaking
practice. But once achieved, its
value far exceeds any amount of care
and energy that was spent in its ac-
The exhortation to be appreciative
of all that is done for one is an old
constantly recurring theme, but true
nevertheless. There are literally
hundreds of opportunities lying open,
beckoning even, if one but had the
keenness of an appreciative insight
as a guide.
It would be difficult to believe that
any person went through his lif«
without a single opportunity to ex
tract joy from anything. It is not
difficult to believe, howeveij, that a
great many people fail to get all the
pleasure possible out of all the man-
things that contain it. For most
xople advantages of this .sort a-
,0 numerous as to eclipse each other
Here at Salem there is always
lomething just under one’s nose that
s ntore than worthy of appreciation;
he very j)rofusion of admirable qua'
ties and aspects tends to blunt one’s
•apability to perceive acutely. Salem
campus offers to the senses as beau
tiful a picture as one can find any
e. There is something inspirinjr
about the trees, shrubbery, w'alks.
and buildings, but above all about
he inimitable atnvosphere. Soin-
)cople attempt to belittle traditior
ind sentimental associations, but i-
a comparison of two colleges, foi
iple, one of them new and or-
old. there is a softer, more harmon-
nis air about the old than the ne
!in ever hope to acquire through a
Most students realize that educa
tional advantages are presented to
them in any college, but what
sometimes missed is the thing that
t advertised, but which lies
in readiness for the ear
searcher. All this and more Salem
3 us; we have only to reach out
and take it.
travelled boldly seeking you—
le one who’d touched n\y heart
And fulfill all desire,
wandered lonely seeking you
(And love, quiet joy, peace) Who’d
The four trees in front of the
Sisters’ House have surely tinted
part of the ‘dome of many-colored
glass’ to which Shelley compares
life. They set off the quaint build
ing as a frame sets off a picture.
Seeing this, the vines on the Home
Church and the library, and the
tie beside Society Hall, makes
realize more and more the ab
solute uselessness of man’s trying to
reproduce nature’.s colors.
Horace Mann has given a perfect
description of a selfish man, “There
are owls, who, to adapt the world
to their own eyes, would always keep
the sun from rising.”
It becomes my duty to announce
the public a startling announcement
made by Mr. Roy Campbell, promin
ent young professor in the Science
Department, “Most roots will be
found not in the air, but in the
I,ast week credit was given to Mrs.
Hemans for writing “The Boy’s
Song.” I take this opportunity to
transfer the credit to Mr. James
Hogg, The Ethric Shepherd.
Many of us would be surprised
to know how much alcohol is formed
It has been reported that one of
our Wilmington girls very much in
terested in science -was seen thi.s sum
mer sitting on a ^toadstool smokinc
an Indian Pipe. I cannot vouch for
its truthfulness, but it sounds plaus
ible, doesn’t it?
W’e wonder would there be any
objections to a hockey game in the
AND SO TO WED
In an old castle somewhere lived
a princess, correctly named Uggurlia,
more correctly called “Ug” for short.
People turned their heads to gaze at
L'g; indeed she was a lovely and
gal looking figure, but only w)
wrapped in her long cloak and with
lier seven veils neatly tied over
head and shoulders. When these
were removed, woe! and alas, all of
the once-turned heads were quickly
pivoted back into their former po
sitions, and sighs of disgust and re
gret were heard from all sides. This
Princess Ug was absolutely plain, in
fact she was unattractive almost to
the point of being repulsive. Her
long, straw-colored hair fell in
straight, ungainly wisps about her
shoulders and across her nose and
eyebrows; without any doubt she was
the messiest looking specimen to be
found in the kingdom. This sad
truth was due only to the fact that
her crowning glory, which, as
have said, was her most outstanding
feature, was a total flop as fa
beauty went—which was certainly
reach more quickly the happy end
ing, 'we must read a few extracts
from Ug’s diary, which, by the way.
no woman with a modern outlook on
life, can afford to miss.
It ran as follows:
I, Princess Uggurlia, am in love
with a disdainful Prince, “Lovempur-
by name. Not only that but I
e asked him to become king of
land and to rule with me on the
other half of my throne (which would
be wide enough for both of us if he
■ould cut down on breads and de
serts). He likes me as a pal, but re
fuses to marry me because of my un-
ight, pitiful hair. Woe is
miserable of women, except
those who have no hair at all!
Another Monday (Raining) :
I have tried everything on the
hair but to no avail. W'oe is still me 1
Oh Happy Day:
Today a pot of honey accidentally
ell on my head and I was hard put
o get it out. In my efforts, my hair
)ecame closely matted to my head,
ind thereafter dried in one hard,
solid mass. I found myself the
image of a skinned rabbit, even
iglier than is my usual condition, and
y hearth and fin
I then went humbly seeking you
And doubtful that you did exist;
I turned homeward ngain.
And then my eyes were clear
■My friend and lover were the sai
In The Realms of Gold
ive I Traveled in the Realms of dold”
•iigtli—.Johnson, Cr, \\'., N. Y.. Minton
Of particular intere
emotional appeal. The
of Catherine Cami)bell \
North Carolinians is tliis novel of higli
deals with the hardships and triumphs
e.'ives her beloved Scotland in order to
effect her husbands dream of Christian service in America.
Catherine, with her religious husband Donal Wliyte, settles in
North Carolina on Drowning River where she lives until two years
after the civil war. Five children are born to her; Donald dies at an
early age; civil war is declared; many of her grand-children are killed
in the war; her plantation is demolished, her house is burned;—how
ever through myriads of misfortune the indomitable spirit of Cather
ine Campbell triumphs.
The book, in spite of its realism is 5iot depressing, rather it is
refreshing and assuaging.
Dwellers of the Silences—Sprunt. Jr., Alex.. N. Y., Dodd, Mead
and Co., 19,31.
Whatever the title may suggest this book is none other than an
engaging group of twelve short stories dealing with animal life. Mr.
Sprunt has written of unusual experiences in the animal kingdom in
a very vivid manner. The stories of Cygnus the swan, Lawneywing,
the faithful owl, and Wide-wing the sovereign eagle are intensely
Such stories as these are informative as well as entertaining.
The illustrations of Charles Livingston Bull add much to the at
tractiveness of the book.
The Caliph of Bagdad—R. H., and Maurice. A. B„ N. Y.,
I). Appleton and Co.
“Where did he learn so much of life?”
“By living it I suppose. He had considerable of that thing
Thus the authors of this biography of O. Henry have revealed
the experiences of the writer of “The Green Door,” “The Gift of
the Magi” and innumerable other stories from the time of his birth
in Greensboro, N. C., 1862 until his death in New York in 1910.
Mr. Davis and Mr. Maurice have presented the genius of
O. Henry fairly and sincerely. They could have cho.sen no epithet
more suitable for “the magician of New Y'ork” than the “Caliph of
Bagdad.” William Sydney Porter was the Caliph;—New York as
he knew it was his Bagdad.
THE FASHION PLATE!
Small Chapeaux For Fall
Wh,at will buoy up a wom-
W confidence in herself, or
make her appear to bet-
er advantage than a stylish, I’renchy
Fall style decrees that small hats
will be worn. Sparkling eyes and
turned up nose are made saucy and
attractive by a small hat of the off-
the-face type. Small turbans and
cocky sailors are “the thing.”
More than ever before hairdressing
and millinery have joined forces. Hat
and coiffeur must be used well to
gether to give interesting lines to
the head—lines that will emphasize
Red, green, black and brown are
the best colors, with black and new
shades of red taking the lead. Red
velvet toque with pointed folds and
a tiny quill, plaid velvet with plain
crown and bow, velvet with an as-
trekkan cockade—these are examples
of the chie in good style.
Many dresses of wool crepe have
hats of the same material to match.
The shallow erown is one of the out
standing features of the new hat
styles and bows on the front of the
hat or veils are also good. Stiff
sailors, made gay with touches of
white or, occasionally, a metal orna
ment, are being worn. Felt folded
into trim shallow crowned turbans is
A becoming hat has a powerful in
fluence in centering attention on the
•e. A girl who chooses one good
style and color that is suitablpe
for her type, leads the Fall Fashion
indeed in a mournful state of
I. ^^'lhen I finally succeeded
imbing it out, however, a miracle
happened! Soft waves fell
about my face—real, genuine, sea-
sickening waves of my own once-
Svery Day Thereafter:
My fingers have becpme quite
ikillful in knotting and rolling up
ny hair after it is saturated witli
loney. Every niglit I go through this
process and the next day I do not
trouble to wear seven veils to hide
I' ugly hair,
le Wedding Day:
Prince Lovenpurty has accepted
me ! I am the gayest blushing bride
in my kingdom. Call me no longer
Uggurlia. Call me Blondeolla Lovem-
Happily ever after:
The princess had a little daughter,
who, alas, inherited her mother’s
straight hair. This child however,
before the age of nine months, was
given honey finger waves by her
t.'ilented mother every night. She
grew up, courted and married Prince
“Hatemugly,” and in time taught
her daughter the art of wave setting.
Thus it has continued down
through countless generations, unto
this very night, when the straight-
haired. greater-than-great grand
daughter of Blondeolla Lovempurty
is thanking her lucky ancestors for
such things as bobbie pins and stickv
WE WANT TO KNOW
could you write with ?
has no color?
is in the Alma Mater?
is connected with ear-
e like to see on
Whose name do
Who’s name has "fallen, due to the
"rom whose name were our first
Then whose name do we pass each
How do we like our bacon—?
What do you send coupons for?
What do the seniors do before
W'hen is school out ?
Who has the smallest name,
the longest name?
(Don’t shoot—answers next week!)