Saturday, November 12, 1932.
I'uhli.slied Weekly by tlic Student
J5o(ly of Salem College
l!2.0() .1 Year :: lOe a Copy
in-Chief Josephine Courtney
... Klinor Phillips
. Kathleen Atlinf
Manager Sarah Horton
mj Manayer Mary Sa
V. Manager Ituth MeLcod
. Isabelle Pollock
Mary Delia Irvin
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Tlie soul would have
THIS QUESTION OF
In the last issue of the Sale:
an anonymous contributor to
Open Korum was much pertubed i
the idea of salaries for editors and
business managers of student pub
lications—a measure that was advo
cated in the resolutions passed by
the North Carolina Collegiate Press
Association. She declared that the
honor and pleasure of serving in
those offices was sufficient recom
pense for the long hours of work that
are necessary for the jobs. To quote
the letter; “A person who is bribed
never gets anywhere, and what is this
other than bribery.^”
rst of all, we wish to correct the
that a salary is a bribe. The
idea back of the resolution is that,
since the offices of scliool editors re
quire more time and more work than
other campus positions, they deserv
to have salaries. It was supposed b;
the association that “such recompense
would materially improve the quality
of publications through the increased
incentive to work for the position and
the greater responsibility to the stu
However, the wisdom of the reso
lution seems a little doubtful. A
search through the exchange papers
which are members of the X. C.-
('. P. A. reveals a great numl:)er of
forceful editorials championing free
dom of the college press, but not one
concerning the salary measure. The
Duke Chronicle vaguely mentions
that such a step would “obviously be
desirable.” No editor who does
already receive a salary wants to be
paid—or least no editor is asking
for a salary. This may be due t
faculty censorship of editorial:
which unfortunately exists in som
colleges. It may Im‘ due to hesitancy
and modesty on the parts of the edi
tors. The most probable explana
tion is that most college editors real
ize that their publications are not fi-
tiancially able to pay salaries anc
tliat they themselves would not wish
to accept money for their work.
The question of whether the job
deserve the money is beside the point
Those students who are editors fo
large publications which have a widi
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rele of readers
News from the Underworld
Thirteen out of fourteen smokers
the green room are freshmen,
anyone can offer an explanati(
please drop it in the basket of the
room across the hall. Can it be the
increasing wickedness of this young
er generation that sends these young
things to puffing on Camels, or
the upjier classmen walking their
couple of freshmen have called
themselves “angels of mercy”
Thursday afternoon.s and delivered
the laundry to every room in the
ior dormitory. That is the proper
attitude, and it can’t be found twice
out of a crowd of a thousand fresh
men. Keep it up, girls, and some
day you may be laundresses.
Katie (if you don’t know who that
is. you are fired like the night watch
man who didn’t know the name of
the president of this college) has as
sumed a sehool-teacherly air and is
wearing spectacles. Katie got eye
strain making history posters.
In his most dashing manner Mr.
Oerter rushed to ye editor and thrus’
into the hand of that amazed your
lady an envelope laWled: “Put it '
the Salemite. This is almost as goo
as the ‘alumni kittle’ we once had
repaired.” Inside there was a drv-
■ leaners’ bill to “The Sear Pin Club”
for cleaning seventeen arm bands.
^^'o^der what the cleaners thought
those bugs were.
annuals or magazines can afford it.
Tile Salemite cannot afford it, and at
it the sentiment of the student
and of the staff is against it.
Therefore, the issue is dead for the
time being. The far more impor
tant resolution of freedom from fac
ulty eensar.-vhip for every campus
publication deserves our greatest
i OPEN FORUM
The students of today are the citi-
!cns of tomorrow. College girU
ihould learn more than book lessons.
Educators are accused of l)eing tlu
nost uninformed and uninterested
people in the w'orld in respect to pol
tieal and economic questions. Tl’
do not know the chief issues of the
nation and the world. They are
interested in government.
People say that Hoover has
been a successful president. How
could he be successful when his plans
have not been heeded ? He offered a
disarmament plan and no one listen
ed to it.
What party are you going to be-
ng to? The one that your family
has always supported? Are you
going to vote for a man because of
the party rather than for the prin-
iples for which he stands? Are you
going to be an intelligent voter?
When you say that you are in fav-
of the repeal of the prohibition
amendment, do you speak from eon-
•iction? The law is good in itself.
Prohibition is not a failure.
The Associated Press reports that
Europe has been more interested in
the American election than ever be
fore. Britain, France, and Germany
hope to profit if the Eighteenth
■Vmendment is done away with. They
want the American beer trade.
What do you think about it all ?
Be an individual. Don’t be just one
of the mass. Think.
Tell you what I did when I was
girl? It has been many years, bu
some things 1 remember as clearl;
as if they happened yesterday.
When I was about six years oh
my mother put me on the train ii
charge of the conductor to go to m'
aunt in Morganton. Just about dusk,
on the outskirts of the village.
Yankee soldiers captured the train. I
don’t know what would have become
of me if some kind gentleman had
not taken me to his home for the night
and delivered me to my ,
I can still liear the regular clump
of my father’s boots as he marched
down the road in a gray uniform.
My mother stood at the doorway
waving him out of sight, forever per
haps, yet she never cried. Soon af
ter he left a troop of Yankee sol
diers camped at our house for two
days. They stole our-hams from the
meat house and took my mother’
silver. When they left, one soldier
rode away with my only real doll
fastened to his horse’s bridle.
W'hen I was ten my mother moved
to Fayetteville and sent me to Salis
bury to live with my, uncle. I travel
ed in a stage-coach through muddy
roads and a few miles of a splendid
new plank road.
Uncle Willie had the great brick
house there across the street. The
white on the wall on this side shows
where his green-house was built on.
At one time he had fifty canaries
loose among the flowers. He travel
ed all over the world, getting the
canaries in the Canary Islands and
acquiring Mike somewhere in his
Mike? He was a monkey, of cou se
who plagued the life out of me then
and later when I was a fine young
lady he poured out iny best perfume.
His favorite past times were plucking
■kens alive and nursing a kitten
eh he finally killed by his kind-
5. Up there in that old fir tree
he kept hidden a bag where he hoard-
id the pennies people gave him.
You want to know about grand
father? I met him in Uncle’s back-
,-ard when we were children. We
ilipped through the fence to play to
gether. Here is the first love lettei
[ ever received, one he w'rote m(
wlu'n 1 went to Fayetteville to visit
We had just as good tim,es as yoi
young folks have, with our parties
picnie.s, and moonlight hay-rides. In
those days I was not allowed to go
to the post-office and rarely could 1
walk alone on the street. The boy;
used to carry us across the muddi
streets on stepping stones.
When Robert graduated from
Davidson I wore his regalia proudly
But we quarreled over some silh
thing and did not speak for twf
years. Then one day he came back
and asked me to forgive him. I di’
and we moved over here just aeros;
from my girlhood home.
along the bundles even more rapidly
than before. The tired muscles were
almost strained to the breaking point,
but with supreme effort they con
tinued unhesitating until the last
bunch had been laid away in the hold
of the Managua for its eight-da}’
trip to New Orleans.
The two boats were lying side by
side— the one a white bana steamer,
and the other a barge that had come
from Rio Grande filled with bananas.
Behind them lay Man of War Cay, a
crescent shaped coral island. It
seemed framed by the dazzling re
flection of the brilliant tropical
moonlight on the waves that were
lapping on the W'hitened beach.
In addition to the cargo of forty-
five thousand bunches of bananas, the
steamer boasted four passengers,
of whom was a little American girl
who was leaving her parents for the
first time to go to school in th>
United States. She had spent thi
entire day gazing at the barge—th(
dark red, dingy looking barge. Thi
half-naked laborers, the almost ine
briate creole passengers to Bluefields
who were hanging over the railing
talking to the crew of the steamer—
all this for her was the last link be
tween herself and home. Finally the
two boats moved noiselessly apart.
The tired crew on the barge wei
singing “Draw Me Nearer, nearer.
The harmony of their voices became
fainter and fainter. Gradually the
nging became like an echo, and the
lights on tlie prow of the barge had
dissolved in the sliadowy distance.
Y were going back. They were
going nearer a nd nearer—home.
The moon shone imperturbably on.
The pulse of tlie engine of the big-
white steamer was beginning to vi-
3. Except for the lulling throb
i was complete silence. No, one
who listened intently would have
heard the muffled sob of a little girl
alone in a stateroom.
Please take special notice of the
latest dormitory rule—It’s posted on
the bulletin board of Alice Clewell—
“In ease of illness report immediate
ly to the infirmary.” In this case,
the infirmary should have been filled
last Tuesday. Don’t you think?
To those of us who really do have
serious purposes and aim at things
really worth-while, but who often
find ourselves failing, it will be a
comfort to think that Alexander
spent seven entire years on a mere
wild-goose chase. That is really the
The most beautiful and peaceful
sight in the world is a small sail boat
drifting on sparkling blue water. To
see even a picture of this gives me
a feeling of absolute trust and over-
W'helming calmness, and a true appre
ciation of beauty. I can hear the
continuous and yet not montonous
lapping of the waves against the side
of the small boat and the occasional
clapping of the sails as the winds
force them out, and then, slacking,
let them relax for a moment, only to
catch them on the rebound and aid
the small ship to cut her tiny way
across the fathomless waters.
One of the most socializing ele
ments in the world is the two-faced
changable, yet durable and appre
ciated object the umbrella. The
King of England on a rainy day car
ries the same kind of umbrella as you
and I. They are all wet!
Their work was nearly over,
twenty-four hours the black labi
had been loading banas from the hold
of the barge to the hold of the fruit
steamer. The sweat was gleai
on their ebony skins as they rhythm
ically threw the bunches, huge ten-
hand bunches, of banas over their
heads in an unending procession.
They stood about four feet apart,
and as one threw a bundle, the next
in line would catch it in his hands,
his arms raised above his head. Then
with perfect poise and balance he
w'ould turn and toss the bundle on.
As they worked, they sang, and in
absolute rhythm heaved the weighty
bundles into the ship. They had
worked while the glare of the tropi
cal sun on the calm blue water of the
Caribbean had been blinding, and
the heat .stifling. Now the moon
high in the sky, and the Southern
“ ross plainly perceptible in the heav-
is told them that their day’s work
as almost ended.
As they began to empty the barge,
they sang more lustily and passed
Sense: (Ixstting his fingi
fondle the shelly surface of his ne
acquired Jaekfield teapot wh
re Sense enters) How fortunate
that you have come ! Isn’t thi
ty, and to think that it dates from
17C0. I always contend that
gratifying to be able to appreciate
the real thing.
More Sense: (Slightly irritated)
By the hellish shade of Lucifer ! Wh;
don’t you apply some of your appre
ciation to real antiques as I do? I’ll
wager you that the Dative Case
more valuable and more aged than
any Alcora porcelain or Tang horse
that you may possess. Its antiquity
is traceable through countless cen-
If there were no dative case Rosen
baum could not have sold that piece
of nuisance to you. Confuscius, par
don the degression, could not have
presented his philosophies to the peo
ple. Browning could not have writ
ten “To Asolands”—assuredly, he
may have w’ritten the potm but never
to Asolando. How could Cicero hav
written letters to Terentia? How
could Horace have dedicated odes tc
Maecenas without the dative case.
Think what the absence of the da
tive ease would have meant to Greece,
Without it how could Miltiades and
his forces have defeated Darius a
his Persians ’ev Tw Macaowi
Sappho may have lived but never
How fatuous are those who fail
to recognize true values. Eve could
not have given the apple to Adam
Less Sense: Yes, yes you are quite
ight, and if it were not for the da-
ve case the opportunity would not
present itself to me to show to you
the way that leads from my home.
An epigram may
bee— short and s
1 its tail.
ell be likened to
eet with a sting
Sit alone in front of the grand
father’s clock in tlie living room
of I.ouisa Bitting and shut your eyes.
Then come tell me what you thought
about. It has a surprising effect
uj)on the old brain, girls. Try it
GIVES READING LIST
Although she is not in favor of
the “fifteen minute a day” type of
education, Dr. Willoughby is in fav
or of a book on hand to pick up in
the intervals of regular duties.
“Whether books be regarded as a
means of e.seape, or as a means of ex
tended experience, such books as
these would be the means of an en
larged horizon and a richer life.”
BEST TWENTIETH CENTURY
Compiled from 60 Lists
Old Wives’ Tale—Bennett.
Spoon River Anthology^—Masters.
of the Wild—London.
Outline of History—Wells.
Josepli Vance—De Morgan.
of the Middle Border—Garland
A'th of the Soil—Hamsun.
The Four Million—O. Henry.
Riders to the Sea—Synge.
■yond the Horizon—O’Neill,
an and Superman—Shaw.
Further lists will be published i: