Saturday, February 4, 1933.
Mcmbey Southern Inter-Collegiate
I'ublished Weekly by the Student
liody of Salem College
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TO THE ALUMNAE j ^
This particular editorial is written i
€ILID aVILMaK /HA'iriEICJf
times welcome, and a question that
puzzles us who are still students at
O LOVED ABODE! THINE
t ijnportant part of
who left with your
with yellow and
s ago, and who have
1 the world as
P tsy McMullan
_ busan Calder
. Margaret Long
... Kathleen Atkins
. Miriam Steve
Cora Emmaline Ilendersc
s Manager Sarah Horton
\ager Mary Sa
■iger Ruth McLeod
dv. Manager .... Isabelle Pollock
dv. Manager Grace Pollock
'Iv Manager Claudia Foy
■Iv. Manager .... Mary Delia
dv. Manager ... Margaret Ward
\on Manager .Imie Williams
\r. Manager Sarah Jetton
r. Manager Mary Frances Linney
Salem, you girls
white a few yet
taken your pi:
educated professional women
homemakers. Probably yi
most important part of Salem, for
you have made the college what it
,)u is shown what
hood tlie college produces.
11 who taught us to sing “Standing
the Portal,” to carve our initials
the poplar trees in the ravine, to
greet Santa Claus at Christmas, and
;o observe all the other dear tradi-
;ions. The intangible but surely liv.
ng abstraction called “Salem spirit”
rt-as made by you—a spirit which,
though changing in its outward
manifestations from generation to
generation, has from its beginning
remained essentially the same. We
students love you, because we under-
,stand each other, and ties of tra
dition bind us as Salemites. There
fore we welcome you as one of us.
Will you not think of us in the sams
way? Roam about the campus ati.Dj^j goolhe
pleasure, talk about the things griefs,
I ■ '
Alma Mater, 1854
Words and Music by F. F. Hagen
O loved abode! Thine ancient walls
Reared by the hand of faith and love
Must crumble soon to native dust
Fit emblem of mortality.
And though ere long, in beauty new
A lofty grandeur will arise
A stately mansion in thy place
We, would to thee this tribute bring
Alma Mater, loved abode!
A long, a last, a fond fare-well!
O stay the hand! Destroy not yet
These time W'orn walls, our youth’s
Till we revisit once again
Each quiet haunt to .memory dear.
’Twas there, in yonder calm retreat.
We often mused in solitude.
On by gone days—on scenes of
And distant friends—and wept a
Alma Mater, loved abode!
A long, a last, a fond fare-well!
used to do here, and tell us of j And pure affection’s band
shall And cherished oft by converse sweet.
1 “God grant you,
j In the common ways of life,
I (lood eommon-sense!
• '.nd in the larger things,
j Uncommon sense!
■ And, in the greatest thmgh of
what you are doing
listen with eager attention.
Then tell us the answer to this
(juestion which perplexes us: Are the
vears which a girl spends at college
the happiest years of her life? That
has been told to us innumerable
times as an incentive to make the
most of these four years on the cam
pus. That they are very happy we
well know, yet to think that after
one is graduated she will never be ,
so happy again is a little frightening;
and discouraging. Is it not true that
ipj)iness of a different kind, equal-
as great, can be a part of a gradu-
e’s life? Salem graduates, you
ok far from sad, though your col
lege days are behind you. Tell us
wily people say such- things.
here, our tender youth did find
A safe abode, paternal
Instruction mild and heavenly grace,
To fit us, both for life and death.
Alma Mater, safe abode!
A long, a last, a fond fare-well
And now since heaven’s blessings
So rich and free—too narrow are
Thine hallowed walls, to treasure all
W^ho fain would shelter neath thy
And wisdom seek, the ornament
Of grace, and crown of glory bright.
Oh! Mater alma, we must part—
And bid a last, a fond Fare-well
Alma Mater—ere we part!
A long, a last, a fond fare-well!
HAIL TO THEE, HAIL TO
THEE, DEAR ALMA
Alma Mater, 1911
W^ords by Adelaide L. Fries, 1896,
Music by M. Louise Bahnson
Hail to thee, hail to thee, dear Alma
Join we our voices in raptur
Unto the mother who guided and led
Praise and affection unending be-
When under mem’rys sway.
Backward we fly to thy loving
Lost in the days of yore.
Dream we are girls once more,
(Continued on Page Three)
Isn’t it good to have the alumnae
with us for one blessed get-togeth(
W’ith the preparation of newspapers
articles, a radio program, and plans
more pretentious than usual, this
Founder’s Day should be remember
ed as one of'the most outstanding
celebrations at Salem. Did an;
after all the careful announcing,
fuse the dinner hour and stand all
by herself in the dining hall for half
Most of the new girls seem to be
blondes. Well, we needed a little
brightness on this campus. Because
v/e like these new girls and want
them to like us, we just hand them
.the tip that the way to get along
this school is to speak to everybody
you meet whether you know her
not,, and then find out who she
Of course, never say “hey” to a f
irilty member, even if she has bobbed
hair and looks like the youngest
Yesterday the ground hog
shadow. Isn’t it apalling to think
that the weather of a whole forty
days depends upon one insignificant,
ratty creature? Even if the last
Salernite did cheerfully proclaim
that spring had come, that was only
to fool you and cheer you up during
exams. ” The little old ground hog
knows his weather.
One time a housemeeting means
feast of cakes and fruit, another
time a warning to behave ourselv(
better at the table, another time
commendation of our conduct. This
last order from the Stee Gee Council
for the boarding students to assemble
brought a surprise, the doing away
of the call-down system. Although
the council must have deliberated
over the change for some time, not
a hint of the new ruling had reached
the rest of the students before Mon
Being interpreted, this new action
on the part of the council is a com
pliment to the intelligence, self-con
trol, and honesty of the student
body. Gradually the honor system
has developed, and this is
he students were ready for it.
While the self-governing system last
brought new liberties, the blue
notebooks that hung on the proctors
■s symbolized a lack of tru5
the ability of the students to take
■arc of themselves. Now a girl does
lot exchange a misdemeanor for £
■all-down, but she behaves because ii
s the thing to do. With the success oJ
his new system should come a bette:
•ompreliension of honor.
Weren’t you just aching to fool
Dr. Rondthaler on the subject of the
examination blue boots, wdiich he
was quite confident would not be
success. He wanted to be fooled.
Mary B. Williams found an orig
inal excuse for an extended week
end, remaining away to be a witness
•at court. Did she bribe the judge
to make her stay?
Books From Salem Pens
Interesting Publications of Salem Alumnae and Teachers
Walker, Harriette Hammer Busy North Carolina Women
Siedenburg, Anna Fairy Tales and Fancies
Fries, Adelaide, and Howell, Gertrude Jenkins The Posteid
There are many worth-while women throughout the State of
North Carolina, and Mrs. Harriette Hammer Walker, a Salem Alum
na, in her Busy North Carolina Women has represented the woman
hood of the State as a whole. A great’ many busy people accomplish
little, but these busy women are people who are making history and
aiding in the betterment of society. “There have been no queen
bees chronicled herein, but rather a few fine women whose busy heels
are heavy with tar, sinking deeply and lastingly in the sands of
tomorrow’s North Carolina,” to quote from Mrs. Walker’s foreword.
The women selected are typical of the vast multitudes of useful
women making their contributions to North Carolina today. In
this age there is scarcely a by-path on the upward road of progress
where a woman’s foot-print cannot be traced. North Carolina has
had her share of women pioneers. Mrs. Walker has recorded in
brief individual sketches with photographs, fifty six of such women
—thus covering a wide range of professions, including Mrs. Char-
lotle Storey Perkinson and Dr. Delia Dixon-Carroll, physicians. Miss
Mary Henderson, lawyer. Miss Clara I Cox, minister, Mrs. E. L.
McKee, member of State Senate, Mrs. Jacques Busbee, artist. Miss
Hattie S. Parrott, educational worker, Mrs. Cora Cox Lucas, musi
cian, Miss May Jones, attorney. Miss Anna D. Graham, teacher.
Miss Harriet W. Elliott, outstanding thinker and public speaker,
!vlrs. Clyde Capal, operator of a large peach orchard, and Mrs. O.
Max Gardner. The fame and success of these women have not been
selfish, but it has been through their reaching out to help humanity
and to better the State that they have attained greatness. It is re
markable to notice that even though these women have entered into
the realm of politics and professions, they still dote on their homes
and families,—most of the married women represented being mothers
who point with pride to healthy children.
Fairy Tales and Fancies, copyrighted in 1895, is a book of de
lightful fairy folk-lore tales written by Miss Anna Siedenburg, a
German lady and a former member of the faculty of Salem Female
Academy. Most of these mystic and pretty stories have grown out
of American soil. All the glamour, fancy, romance, and beauty of
description that is characteristic of the fairy story is found in this
little book. The stories with titles such as “The Man With The
Mask,” “The Sunken Castle,” and “The Snow White Princess,” are
as equally delightful as those of Hans Christen Anderson, or the
Grimms brothers. Along with the story are original illustrations
made by the author who was a teacher of art.
According to Miss Siedenburg, the stories grew out of dark and
gloomy hours, while she was sitting by the fire watching the flicker
ing flames in the twilight, how they were struggling for life—and
thinking of her own struggle for life. “But then came a gentle knock
at the door. Fairies dropped in, turned the glaring flames into a
mystic light, and carred my soul away to a land of sunshine.”
Miss Adelaide Fries and Miss Gertrude Jenkins, now Miss How
ell, wrote the first class play ever given at Salem. This play called
The Posteid has for its characters the Spirit of the Class of 1890,
and the various branches of learning, as Latina, Psyehologica,
Germania, Literatura, Chcmistra, Gallia, and Physica. This play
is written in verse and has a majesty about it, yet there is also a
touch of humor, scattered here and there, as in the part which brings
in Gallia. She “Parley’s” in a stately way, but her comrades ridi
cule her and say that her “iligant” French could not have come from
Paris. She replies “Have you ever been there to see?” It is in
The Posteid that the class of 1890 presents its colors, yellow alnd
white, to its Alma Mater as the official school colors.
AN INTERVIEW WITH
MISS SALLIE VOGLER
(As told to Margaret Johnson)
Surely many Salem alumnae and
Salem girls are glad to have known
and to know Miss Sallie Vogler, who
is now living at the Salem Home,
just a few blocks from Salem Col
lege and Salem Academy.
Miss Sallie was born in the West
Indies, where her parents were mis
sionaries on the island of St. Christo
pher, an English island. She was
one of a large family. When she
was just a baby her father died, and
her mother brought her and the rest
of the family East.
Recently Miss Sallie told us some
thing of Salem when she taught here:
“I taught all of the different sub
jects, but penmanship, which is now
a lost art, was my specialty. In my
mother’s day, before the days of
typewriters, penmanship received
Miss Sallie showed us a book
which contained many examples of
beautiful penmanship, some of which
were written in English and some in
German. Most of the selections were
from the Bible. WHiile the hand
writings varied in size, all were neat
and e-\-en, and some of them looked
almost like printing. There was also
in the book a picture of Friedberg,
where Miss Sallie’s parents were
born. Although it was painted many
years ago, the colors have not
faded. It was painted by Mrs.
Denke, Mrs. Mary Denke, who was
the teacher of the select class.
Miss Lucinda Bagge, who was very
well educated, also taught at Salem
then. Other teachers were Miss
Lydia Stauber, of whom it might be
said that her attainments didn’t win
respect but her dignity; Miss Lizette
Brietz, and Miss Ernestine Reichel.
Younger teachers were Miss Sally
Blum, Miss Mary Pfohl, later Mrs.
I.anquist, and Mrs. R. P. Leinbach,
the mother of Lizzie and Cornelia
“The hours for teaching were from
eight to eleven and from one to four.
W^e had spelling once a week, and
after Miss Stauber had heard the
lesson she read from a book on eti
quette. Miss Ernestine Reichel,
teacher of English grammar, stands
out in memory as one of the finest
teachers I ever knew. Of the special
studies Miss Adelaide Herman was
ieacher of French and German and
Mr, M. E. Grunert was teacher of
Latin. Best of all was Mrs. Denke,
whose travels in Europe always fur
nished a theme of interest.”
OLD SAirn TEXTBOOKS
wonder how we, who think we
Jo hard worked, would feel if we
I faced with having to memorize
all the “facts” in our history books,
alem pupils were over a hundred
s ago. To be sure, the “facts”
; numbered and were written in
short sentence groups for the sake
of convenience. The pupil was ad
vised in the preface to memorize one
fact a day and “at the end of every
section repeat the whole of what had
been before learnt.” The modern
education and psychologist would
thoroughly disapprove of the section
on “artifical memory” and of the ex
ercises on its method. Very com
plicated crutches are presented
(means of connecting dates and
events by identifying a certain num
ber with each vowel). Whose con
nection with the event is harder to
figure out and learn than to learn
the fact by itself. The text book I
am referring to is An Easy Grc,mmar
of History written by Rev. John
Robinson and published in 1819. It
brlonged to Rebecca G. Kennedy.
The “Grammar” part of the History
is in th.e answers to the questions
which were to be written to improve
the student in the art of composition.
A very peculiar arithmetic book to
look at is the First Booh in Arith
metic, Comprising Lessons in Num-
>ber and form for Primary and Com
mon Schools by F. A. Adams which
was published in 1849. It belonged
to Eddy Clinard in April 1865. On
•turning the pages through the first
half of the book, one finds only
rows of stars or dots to be counted.