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Page Two. THE SALEMITE The Salemite Piiblislied Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College Sai5SCRIPTIOX PRICE “Bl'.OO a Year :: 10c a Copy Local Alu^nn Sports KDITOHIAL STAFF or-in-Chief Jo.sci)liine Courtney agini) Editor .. Durotliy Ileidenreicli dale Editor Elinor Phillips date Editor Patsy McMullan ■ury Editor Susan Caldt ■ary Editor Courtland Preston Editor Martha Bindi \ati Editor Elizabeth Gray Editor Margaret Long ■e Editor Sarah Lindsay ■e Editor Kathleen Adkins Editor Mary Abshei Editor Miriam Stevenson EEPORTEB Cora Emmaline Henderson I^ucy James Lois Torrence Virginia Nall Garnelle Rainey Sunshine Kirby RUSINESS STAFF iminean Manager Sarah Horton dvertisiitg Manager Mary Sample aa'l Adv. Manager Ruth McLeod .Hs't Adv. Manager .... Isabelle Pollock sa’t Adv. Manager Grace Pollock Adv Manager Claudia Foy ss't Adv. Manager Annie Zue Mae »i’( Adv. Manager ... Margaret Ward ircuhition Manager Jane Williams r. Manager Sarah Jetton r. Manager Mary Frances I.inney nn't I COSMIC THOUGHTS 'I'lic human race is hill of folks Who do not care for drink or okes Wlio do not like a lot of things; Who never bet on less than kings; Wlio likf the books and plays I hate; Who make me ))ay too high a For food and rent and heat and light; Who make me stay up late at night. ’I'lie human race, it may In- said, Makes some of us wish we wer' dead; And yet I often wonder: Can l?e better on some other planet? | —F. P. Adams. Did you ever see a cuter looking crowd of girls than these who are visiting us this week-end? It is fun to entertain them. Of all agreeable people at this seliool, Miss Stockton is the most obliging. If you hint one day that your favorite cake is gingerbread, you will have it, plus raisins, on the next day’s menu. She simply dotes on pleasing people. Did you ever hear about the Scotchman who—But listen to this one: The Sophomores invited the Seniors to a Pop-Eye breakfast and .May Pole Dance, and told them to bring their own May Poles. Can you beat it? Next week is good-bye time, when tlie Senior campus leaders give their jobs over to the Juniors. They say they are glad to be rid of them— but we wonder. THE SALEMITE SAILS ON It was just a year ago that a new ly elected editor and her staff as- ■sumtd their duties somewhat timor ously, launching upon their editorial career with an article called “Sail on, Salem.” 'I’liey were ambitii for a well-edited Salnnitc and hoped lo |)roduee something outstanding the field of college journalism, ^ they frankly disclosed tlicir feelings in this sta'tement: “It is with vaunted feeling of importance that the newly elected leaders accept their duties, but rather with hesita tion and trembling-fear lest they he incapable of meeting the demands tliat will be made of them.” \ow the term of this editor-i (hief, the managing editor, and o associate editor is ended. Looking hack over tlie i>ast year, they see that they have accomplished nothing startling in journalism, for as the year progressed they learned that that was not their purpose. They have tried to learn and practice good newspaper style, to improve head lines and front page design, and to make the staff organization efficient. The business staff have been amaz ingly successful in their struggle with financial difficulties. With their efforts, however, they have not vied with other publications, nor have they followed the usual journal istic creed of relentlessly printing everything that happens. It has been the purpose of the Salemite to serve Salem—a small school with honor and traditions and family se crets. Because Salem is not so large but that news travels fast to every girl on tlie campus, some happenings it was best not to print. Then, some events which were old and stale by the time press time rolled around were put on the front page, regard less of their age, because one purpose of this paper is to serve as a current history for the college. When the school needed entertainment and fav ors for a banquet, the staff' turned aside from news-hunting and print ed a special banquet number. Edi torially, the policy of the paper has been less to censor and criticize than to reflect student opinion. Wliether complimentary or otiierwise, the edi torials have expressed, not the ideas of one editor but those of a majority. A staff could not have worked with hi tter co-operation than this one did. They took their assignments serious ly, seimed to enjoy the writing, and got them in on scheduled time. Thanks are due the Sojihomores for the Salemfitt and the Ereshmen for the Aprilite, which were about the best issues of the year. 'I'lie faculty have been most kind, not only in contributing bits of news, but in en couraging comments on the paper it self. ' It is a great thing to run a news- pa])cr, and it is a sad thing to give it uj). Still, there can be little real regret when the pajjcr itself goes sailing on, with a ea])able leader and a good staff to guide it. With the utmost confidence we turn over the Salemite to a competent editor and a clever business manager. And so, the Salemite sails on. MAY DAY AND THE HOUSEPARTY To the scores of sincere words of welcome which our guests at tlu- May Day houseparty have received, we add a printed one for them to read and keep, to remember how much Salem enjoyed their visit. A more attractive and friendly crowd of high school girls was, never brought together on one college cam- s, and that makes it a memorable This week-end marks the culmina- n of a year’s work on the part of almost every girl on the campus. Since this is the first time that May s made an event in whicli the whole school took part, whatever luceess it had is a proof of student ■o-operation. Mary Louise Mickey, IS eliairman of tlie May Day Com- uittee, not only worked long and faithfully herself, but proved great ; ability in making others want to do their share of the work. Those girls who worked in the Wee Blue Inn, from which came the SALEM When youth’s last hope has faded And the high things of life have past. We’ll turn in memory to Salem The thing we’ll treasure till the last. We’ll remember the strength that she gave As w(‘ lived within her walls. We’ll forget that we’ve had to slavf Within the, world’s cruel halls. Salem may change with the years. Her spirit will be the same, Praises will be sung by the seers In honor of her dear name. When the nation is at its death Salem will still be strong. There is no weakness or breath Tliat can destroy the throng. That worship at her altar of light. That hold her name on high, We’ll stand by her through the night Even to the birth of a new light. money which financed May Day, showed loyalty in taking their places on schedule, to say nothing of their ability to prepare edibles. Ei girl who patronized the tea r liclped in May Day, As time drew near for the pageant, dancers and actors gladly answered Mary Lou ise’s appeal to “throw other things aside and attend every practice that is scheduled.” It was that willing ness on the part of everyone which made May Day one of the great high spots of the college year. I. R. S., that organization which this year has bloomed into a power on the campus, deserves commenda tion for the house party. Erorr the girls in the state who are inter ested in Salem, it was no easy task to select the finest ones and summon them to a week-end at Salem. All the year Mary Catherine Siewers, I. R. S. president, has been attend ing to the many details that were necessary, and with her the I. R. S. Council was working. Without a doubt they managed tlie most suc cessful houseparty every given here. It has bien a'colorful, beautiful, and enjoyable occasion, wif.h Salem campus at its best and Salem girls at their happiest. We hope, house- |)arty guests, that you like it. i'THE FASHION PLATE! Summer always brings to us a picture of young girls in flowers, sheer gandy dresses with many ribbons and ruffles, summer is no exception for it presents flowered organzas jirintcd organdies that are smart and flattering when made into evening gowns and afternoon frocks. White starched chiffon is Ively over a taffeta slip. Colors and white are both used in odd designs and pat terns. Plaids, stripes and prints are worn, yet the material is bined in such a way to give varied effects. In the way it is tucked the material or cut is the way one car express her own personality. Some designers obtain shaded ef fects with prints, while others have the decoration for the dress printed )n. Material is made now with a 'omplete pattern on every five yards. To match the fluffy dresses, gloves ire made of organdy. 'Fulle jack- ■ts with huge filmy sleeves, or short ruffled organdy capes are attractive with light evening dresses. To be very stylish, one should wear one of Antoine’s new lacquered wigs, thus changing our hair with the cos tume. 'I’ailored clothes rule bj- day, even the charming fluffy ones do at night. Dark suits with wliite pique lapels and pique gloves and hat smart. Small hats high crowns and little or no bi they harmonize with the broad shoulder line whieli is ver popular. I.inen and cotton arc th eading fabrics for S])r.'ng an iummer. In short jackets the new est tli'no- is to have fulness in th baik. 'i'rim, tailored dres.ses may b oftined by the addition of shee white collars, kitten-bows, or organ Week-End Travels In The Realms of Gold a College of which the Sah mil The observant rt>aders liav ;1 new acct^ssions of the librar ity, and now the Salemite tak( 1 presenting for il One i>artieular feature of Sah is unusually proud is the library. The obs( noticed that the periodical room and new acea have been getting continuous publicity, and no\ great pleasure in introducing to the public and examination the vertical files. Frequenters of the library have probably noticed a rather formidable metal case standing directly behind the desk, and some have perhaps speculated as to its general use in the institution. It is now identified as the vertical file. In it one can find anything about everything, or vice versa. I'iled under headings that range from Alcohol to House furnishings, from the World Court to I.ynch- ings, are clippings, pamphlets and all sorts of reliable contemporary material which has not yet been printed in book form or perodieal There is a world of material on present day economic, social, and international conditions. History that is in the making or too young to merit a volume is well represented under its proper title. Publishers often compile booklets giving dependable material, biographical and critical, on contemporary authors. All this the librarian has carefully filed. The material is so varied that it would really take an entire issue of the Salemite to give it the men tion it deserves. One advantage is that the file is always up-to-date. As soon as the material is duplicated in book or magazine form, it is re moved from the file. Whenever new articles are added the librarian gives the file a complete house cleaning, and anything considered unnecessary, unauthentic, or duplicated is weeded out. It is ephemeral material, which suppleme.nts primarily the periodical literature. When the pamphlets and clippings become too numerous for the file they will be placed in a pamphlet box, catalogued, and given a place on the regular shelves. The way we can most truly show our appreciation to Miss Siewers,who has been working on it for over four years, is to use the file. Whether intelligence testing or the change of calendar is demanding attention, everyone can, and will, find complete satisfac tion in the vertical file. Miss Siewers, we tliank you! Saturday, April 29, 1933. A VISIT TO A SALEM ALUMNA {By Bessie Reid Shipp) The day was just right—that is, just right for a transformation. The sunshine filtering through the tree leaves and the Easter lilies bloom ing in the yards—both made the aft ernoon a perfect setting for magical change. “A change?” you ask. Yes, a change; for soon I was to be trans! formed from a Salemite of today to a Salemite of yesterday. I seemed to feel the transformed from a Salemite of today to a Sale mite of yesterday. I seemed to feel the transformation already coming over me as I hurried up the boxwood-lined walk to the great rambling house where old Mrs. Mull, w'ho is old only in years, sits and dreams of the three years she spent at the Salem F'emale Academy. She herself answered my knock and it wa.sn’t long after she began to reminisce that the magical change took place. I had become thirteen- year-old Alice Yount clad in the ruffles hooks, and laces of the Civil War period. An old family coach was jogging me along narrow wind ing country paths through regions made desolate by invading armies. I was on my way to a small Moravia school in the little village of Salem. Behind me were my family and everyone I kniw and loved; before But I needn’t have feared. When, after the tiresome journey, I finally reached Salem, the quaint, shaded buildings and the great, shaggy trees seemed to say, “Welcome .... welcome .... welcome.” 'rile whole atmosphere was one of peace . . . Salem was a world in itself—a world for removed from war and strife of all kinds; a world in which the white-robed Sisters were the guardian angels hovering ]>rot{'ctingly over the girls sent to them for education, for training, for religious guidance, and for safety. Immediately upon my arrival I was taken to a wide, li ng room which I was to share with twenty-three other girls. It did not take us long to get acquainted and when night came we were all the best of frinds. The U('xt day another girl and I Were appointed “day keepers.” \\'e h:id to carry water to the room, light the gas jets, and do other necessary but semewhat ]>ainful duties. Our rorm had to b.> swept three times a day; our b;-ds had to he made with out a wrinkle marring the smooth surface of th" old-fashioned counter pane, whi( h was reinov.d every night order to b? kept smooth and spot less. I was S') glad that niy mot]ier had given me duties lo perform at heme. Mv training served me well at Salem. ' I liked all of my studies—^em- broidery, music, F'nglish (irammar, astronomy, history—and classes were ])leasure. Mv music took most of my fnie. but I loved to play. My first Saturday, the girls asked me to play the Jiiano so they could dance. And how they danced ! I kept only one eye on my music—the other was on the couples gliding gracefully on the floor. Every Sunday and many times during the week, we went to church. l?very where we went, even w'hen going only to the dining hall, we marched two by two and a teacher led the way. Soon my three years were over and once again an old coach was jogging me along narrow winding country paths, but this time I was going An old battered clock on the man tel struck four, and I was brought back to the present with a start. Little Alice Yount had faded into the sunshine; in her place was little Mrs. Mull who, seated in her rocking chair, was still reminiscing: “. . . those days were happy ones. I love to think about them—about the people who made them joyous. Up to about a year ago I corre sponded with several of my room mates, but now the last one is gone. “I’d love to go back to Salem—I guess it’s changed a lot since I was (CONTINUED ON PAGE THREE)
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