Saturday, January 21, 1933.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
AS TO WHO BELONGS
(Continued from Page Two.)
These brown eyes belong to the
little boy sitting in the grass. His
face is extremely dirty, so are his
hands and feet and firm round arms
and legs. On his head is a bright
red sailor cap to which have been
fastened by means of straight pins
two June-bugs, a fly, and three
lightning bugs. Ilis scanty brown
shorts and tuck-in shirt are the very
essence of rough-and-tumble little
boyhood.
“I don’t care nothing whether
you’re fired or not. She’s my big
sister, and I reckon if there’s a
chance of her getting proposed to
tonight, I ought to be the one to
be under the sofa. I guess I’m one
of her family, ain’t I?”
“Yeth, but I’m tile one who hath
to tend to thutch thingth. All 1
want to do ith get that quarrel
tlitraightened out before any more
of thith thpring weather thlipth by.
Theemth like you’d want me to, be
ing ath I’m the only one that can
do any good.”
“O Yeah.? You ain’t notliing but
a pink and white sissy, that’s all
you are. Besides, that place is too
dirty for you; spiders ’n mice -no
sir, that’s my place or my name
ain’t Joseph Conrad Claj’born Stan
ley, Jr.”
Such a cutting thrust as this can
not be overlooked by the pink and
wliite one, and he pokes his rosebud
lip out at his opponent,
a pink and white thithy. I wath
jutht trying to do my annual duty
by your ole thithter; but if you’re
gonna act like that. I’m gonna take
my bow and arrowth and go home.
And jutht you wait—If I do, and
if you do hide under that thofa and
pour ink in that young man’th
thoeth, like you were planning, I’ll
bet hith fanthy won’t ever turn to
nothing, exthept maybe kicking
folkth in the panth, and then your
thithter will be an old maid the
retht of her life, and thee’ll thend
you hand-knitted underwear every
Chrithtmuth, and then you’ll be
ihorry you didn’t let me get her
pro|)othed to while thee wath
young.”
His point is both cleverly made
and thoughtfully received. Joe im
mediately sees his mistake and with
great diplomacy seeks to make
amends.
“Now Cupe, ole snoop, I didn’t
mean that as a slam about you be-
nng pink and white. Sometimes I
even wish I was like that so I
wouldn’t have so much to wash off
Saturday nights.
“And about that ole place under
the sofa—Shoot, it ain’t much fun
after you get there; and I’m getting
kinda tired listening to that same
ole quarrel every night. I’ll tell
you what I’ll do, Cupe. Fot a
nickel I’ll let you have the place
tonight. I need a nickel anyway to
buy some ink for tomorrow night.
“You dirty ole thing, calling me
“O. K., Joe. But wait a minute.
What’ll I do about getting mythelf
dirty? I’m theared to death of thpi.
derth and ratth and thingth.”
"Aw, don’t mind them; they don’t
do nothing but bite great big hunks
off of you. Make it a dime, Cupe,
and I’ll stay under there with you
to keep the rats away.”
“Gee, Joe, you’re a real pal!”
Moral: It’s a wise girl who know-
eth her own little brother, and tak-
eth her date to a picture show.
TRUSTEES WILL BE
GUESTS OF THE
(Conllnu.-d from Page One)
ly following their arrival. It v
the only school for young ladies
the Southern States. Girls came from
great distances to acquire the cul
tural education and the finish tha
only Salem Academy could offer.
Tliroughout the menacing days of
the Civil War and the destitution of
1 davs
2 did
Salem close its doors. There are few
schools that can boast of a history
as noble as this. From a school of
two ])upils it grew into a college.
Its degrees became recognized by
natiimal associations. Gradually in
creasing honors have been bestowed
upon her. In 1931 the American
Association of University Women
admitted Salem, and just last y
the School of Music was recognized
by the National Association
Schools of Music.
February third will be a gala day
at Salem when the flags will be fly.
ing. There will be visitors coming
in and out the entire day. Salem’s
one hundred and sixty-second yeai
will be ushered in in a manner ap
propriate to its importance.
THREE PICTURES FOR
SALEM’S MEMORY BOOK
be no suspicion that she needs them
for reading. She wears her hair
pulled back tightly over her ears be
cause she likes it done that way and
because daughter does not. She en
joys living and owning a sense of
humour, and being youthfully norm
al. She enjoys being Mrs. Council,
Salem’s oldest living alumna, and
she is fascinated with herself for
living one hundred years. A gener
ation all her own, a Salem girl, a
colorful personality.
The second picture should be a
charcoal sketch in a thin black frame.
In the center of the background is a
large colonial fireplace of which the
most noticeable features are a wide
mantel, a heavy iron-work grate, and
a fat sooty cooking pot squatting on
the hearth. A unique stout little
person with her slippered feet plant
ed firmly and wide apart, with her
clean gray dress crinkling as she
bends toward the fire she has just
lighted, is spreading a newspaper
over the grate to make the fire draw.
She has musical fingers and an ex
pressive back of the head. There
s determination here and practical-
ity and naivete. Another genera
tion, another alumna, a crisp person
ality—Mrs. Annie Earnhardt.
Tlio tliird picture should be an etch
ing in a dark burnished frame. A bay
wiudow, its panes streaked with rain
and its curving window-seat piled with
hf a.vy cushions serves as background
for a charming group seated around a
tea table. Steam rises from the dainty
china cups, and there are glass plates
of mints and sandwiches cut into fes
tive shapes on the quaint spindly-legged
table. Tlie sidewalls are shadowed and
sketchily filled with a what-not and
book cases with tall shelves, a high
boy and a gold-fish bowl on a wrought
iron stand, and a sullen drowsy eat
curled on a fat leather pillow on the
Hoor. Again the center of interest is
a lady. She is a small, gra«efully-old
]>erson, gracious, sincere, and instantly
likeable. Her manners are sociable and
informal, and her expression is happy
and unrestrained. She is satisfied with
her tea, her guests, with her eat and
her goldfish, even with the gray weath
er. Another generation, another alum
na, a winsome personality—Mrs. John
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mild, ripe Domestic and Turkish tobac
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These good tobaccos in Chesterfield
arc used in the right proportions—that’s
a very important matter.
These good tobaccos in Chesterfield
are blended and cross-blended—welded
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milder cigarette with better taste.
THEY’RE MILDER-THEY TASTE BETTER
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