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Page Two. r ri E S A L E M I T E Thursday, November 16, 1933. Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association PiAlislied Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy EDITORIAL .STAFF EdUor-in-Chief - Susan Caltler /IsgiHant Editor- Sarah I.indsay AsKislant Editor Miriam Stevenson .'l 'sociate Editors— Mary Penn (iertrude Schwalbe Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston Mary Ollie Biles Kathleen Adkins Martha Binder Elizabeth ,Jerome Elizabeth Gray .Mary E. Reeves Special Reporters^ Virginia Garner Cora Emmaline Henderson Sun.shine Kirby Eugenia McNew Elizabeth Torrence Jean Patterson Martha Moore Sara Ingram BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Isabel Pollock, Advertising Manager....Jane Williams Exchange Manager .. Ruth McConnell Susan Rawlings Margaret Ward Dorothy Courtney Ruth Dickieson Agnes Brown Ann Taylor Circulation Manager.-Martha Schlegel Asst .Clr. Mgr Florence Ledbetter EDITORIAL The Xortli Carolina Collegiate Press Association could have great influence, on both collegdats and noii'coiregiate publishing and news paper work. However, as the Asso ciation now stands it is not influ ential. The Association has officers representative of every type school in the state, and it is represented in the best colleges throughout the state. In spite of this representa tive membership, the association is not functioning as it should. The blame should not be' placed entirely on the officers, although if they would really put out some effort land try to make the association a suc cess, they could certainly make the organization influential. Two week-ends ago the N. C. C. P. A. had its fall convention at E. C. T. 0. in Greenville. The stu dents at Greenville were delightful hostesses. There was a banquet Thurs&ay evening,^ a theatre party and a football ganie Friday after noon, and a dance Friday evening. This was a good program of enter tainment, and the delegates enjoyed it. On the other hand, the majority of collegiate pdjiers in North Caro lina do ,not have money to send dele gates to a “fun” convention. We need to learn constructive things about our ,work. The business ses sions at the convention taught us absolutely nothing. We didn’t come away with the renewed hope and ideas about our work which we should have. The individual meet ings even were in charge of men who were representing publishing companies. Is this a collegiate press convention? It seems to me that publishing houses could pick another time and another place to put in their bids for business. Yet we can not blame their representatives.- If the students allow them to monopo lize their so-called collegiate work, W'hy shouldn’t they do it? I do not aim to speak against E. C. T. c. The same; things can be said about the convention at Salem last spring. It is simply the fact that the N. C, C. P. A. is an Asso ciation only in name The conven tion next spring is to be in Raleigh. Can’t we make this one really amount to something? Freshmen girls who are flunking their French are seen every day raving over “Buddy” Downs ^ his father holds him in his arms. They say: “Uch-cha-cho-che. ..You’re da Client ity daling we eva saw. Uch. cho. sha.” Now is that the way to pass a French course, or are they showing Ask Marion Hadley about writing birthday letters to married men! We sometimes wonder about you, Miss Hadley. EDITORIAL What did you think about from 11:00 o’clock to 11:02 o’clock last Saturday morning? During these two minutes the Salem College bell rang continuously. Each person o^ the campus was to stop and try to think for herself or himself just exactly what Armistice Day meant. There were some of us who were so entirely forgetful and unaware of the value in character-building that small things like this play in our lives, that we neglected to stop what we were doing, much^_ les to have any serious thoughts. There were others of us wlio will not soon forget the solemn ity and the almost .spiritual signifi cance of our thoughts during those two minutes. The flag was lowered to half-mast; students and faculty members were seen all over the cam pus standing still, some with bowed heads; there was a calm and quiet atmosphere everywhere. One could not help standing in awe of the sig nificance of Armistice Day and in thinking of the thousands and thous ands of men who, even as tltey died for their , country whether it was America, Germany, France or what, realized the absolute folly and un profitableness of war. Yet almost overlapping this thought came this— we seem' to see the silliness of men killing each other as it seems for the mere lack of anything else to do, yet we do not realize it enough to put an end to war. Will civilization again be blown, torn and gased to nothingness ? Did a future war enter your thoughts? Who was fighting whom? Was there war between Cuba and America? Between Germany and the rest of the woVld? Between the labor ing class and the capitalists in the United States? It is not too late to do your two minutes’ of thinking even now. WORLD PEACE November 11, Armistice Day, com memorates the end of the war which was to have brought world peace for ever. But can peace ever be gained by war? There is a denial even in the words thmselves war, peace; they simply do not go together. Peace must be obtained by peace ful methods. The child, even before he starts to school, should be taught to give other people their way part of the time and to co-operate with his family and friends in their inter ests. The children, in school, must be taught the utter uselessness of wars, must be revised to portray them as they are—cruel, barbaric practices and not glorious civilized activities. The people must be edu cated to look at both sides of inter national questions with open eyes,’ and not to believe everything that they read in the newspapers and irtagazines without some definite proof of the published facts. The public must get its knowledge from a variety of sources and not depend upon only one or two papers. Only proper education of the people and good will between the nations can bring world Living is a funny thing. No one can be unto himself, yet he is always to himself. The person Is apart; there is no way by which he may really know another person. There is no way for any one else to know him. Each lives a separate life. But none must withdraw unto him self alone. He must consider others. He must work for others. He must try to bring happiness to others. The person who thinks entirely of himself can never be truly happy. The per son who gets away from himself and sees the view points o7 others finds an indescribable joy. Service to oth ers carries a person a long way. When one forgets himself, he finds himself. Selfishness has no place in the mod ern world. The person who doesn’t co-operate is lost. The world goes on and leaves him behind. He is out of tune. He is discarded. The back ward, bashful person does not stand in the right relationship to society. He is selfish; he is self-conscious in the presence of others because he is too conscious of himself. The whin ing, baby-like person fs selfish. He wants to be the center of attention. The conceited person' is 6elfi.sh. He holds himself above others. While in college,'the students must learn to live with others if they have not already done so. Here a person must try to find himself in a field where he can be of service to others. *He must be active; he must do some thing to make the school life better. The attitudes and ideas that one gets in college will tend to be per manent. The people will likely con tinue living outside of school as they have lived in college. Now we are living, not just getting ready to live. Be unselfish. Be broadminded. ?ind yourself by serving others. SALEM PLAYHOUSE THE “MADAM PRESIDENTS” By Annie Secret Willdo Characters: Mrs. Huntington Mrs. Hadley Mrs. Calder Mrs. Leake Mrs. Lasater Mrs. Stough Mrs. McNeeley Mrs. McKinnon Annd other mammas of other presidents. Mrs. Bishop llondthaler (Dr.-H. E.'s Mamma, and therefore Chairman of the meeting). Scene: A Mamma’s meeting, at which the ambitions, activities, and cute sayings of the various campus presidents are being discussed. Tliey are being discussed in such confusion that Mrs. Rondthaler is forced to call the meeting to order with several raps on the table before she can be heard. Mrs. Rond.: “Now ladies, One at a time, pleased I’m sure we will all have a chance at the floor, if we will each limit ourselves to thirteen minute talks. The subject of these talks today, as always, will be the “doings of the darlings”. And, of course, cdnsidering the fact that my little darling is Presi- dent-in-Chief of the College, my talk will be first on the programe. Ladies, even when my Howard was a tiny, bald-headed baby, he. was a lover of flowers” ..... and so forth, for thirteen minutes she discloses the colorful antics of her President-son with such eloquence that, had we heard, we should have recognized immediately from whom he inherits his ability to introduce chapel speakers. There follows a round of applause. Any mother is glad to clap for an other's recitals when she knows that her own chance is coming soon. Next on the program is a talk by Mrs. Huntington. Mrs. Hunt.: “One of the greatest ac complishments of my little Georgia, I think, is the remarkable way she does her hair. There is nothing that lends so much dignity to a Student-Gov’t Pres, as a neat plait of hair wound around her head.” P'rom this topic she goes on to Geor gia’s ability to collect taxes on Sat urdays with a young man in deserted parts of Forsyth County .... and is about to elaborate further on this when she is warned by the Pres.’s Mamma that her time is up. Mrs. Hadley is called upon next. Extracts from her speech are record ed. The Boston brogue, however, with which it was delivered, could not be imitated by the author; although I have tried for many years to talk like Hadley. Mrs. Hadley: “The reason my sweet little Marion is such an ideal Presi dent of Salem’s Athletic Association is that she bails from the city of Chairlotte^ which is not a bad city -to hail from, if you ask her. Then too, Marion is not afraid of the big, bad, wolf; neither is she afraid to mention in her frequent addresses in chapel the yellow “S” and star which she wears on her bosom, and” Mrs. Hadley is stopped by resounding applause, just as her darling daughter was once stopped during her presentation in chapel of the Athletic Association. Mrs. Calder can contain herself no Jonger. She plunges immediately in to her subject, and does not draw breath for thirteen niimil-s. Mrs. Calder: ‘^Susan loves to wear capes. She's such a darling child, anyway, but wrapped in a cape, she is utterly irresistable. And Susan does the cutest things when she gets around men—she just flirts her little head off, then giggles—and the men are-, hers for the taking. And she usually takes them. They say she gets that from her father, but I doubt it. He never knew until af ter we were married, when I was teasing him—and he doesn’t know yet. Susan's just like me in that ri'spect. That’s what . makes the Salemite such a wonderful paper. I There’s just enough truth in the ar tides to make the paper worth while, and just enough Susan in the truth to make the articles worth All this time, Mrs. Leake, Mrs. Las ater, Mrs. Stough, Mrs. McNeeley, and others have been patiently waiting their turns, and naturally-they raise a great clamor when night falls and the meeting has to be adjourned. They know their speeches by heart, however,; and if you should meet ^them anytime, they wil be glad to repeat them to-you.; And that goes not only for the mam-^ rnas of the presidents, but for all the* other mammas of this or. any othpri student body. ' SALEM STUDENTS PRESENTED AT COURT A most astounding bit of news has just been revealed to the press. Dur ing the past summer a number of Salem students, chaperoned by Miss Chrysanthemum Blum, made a trip to Europe on Eugenia McNew’s pri vate yacht The Wee Star. On ar riving at the harbor of Chicaro, Mesopotato, the party was greeted by an orange uniformed messenger who delivered to the group a royal invita tion which read: “The king and queen of Mesopo^ tato summon to .appear at court the members of E. McNew’s yachting party in consideration of the renown of the foresaid party and in order for the royal family tp pay homage to ’■ A royal gu^rd accompanied the group to the castle which they gra ciously entered oji their hands and knees. For the gala occasion Miss Blum wore a brown wool rabbit’s hair dress, invisible hose, and a hat the size of a thimble. Miss McNew wore her habitual costume which consisted of a sleeveless blue sweater, her dad’s shirt, and a brown skirt. Her long golden curls were caught into a single bunch and tied with a baby-blue rib- . Other distinguished Salem girls who were presented to court were: Miss Mary Ollie Biles, wearing a re markable dress which was zipped to gether at the seams; miss Rebekah Hines, clad in a new nile green coat suit; and Miss Melrose Hendrix, don ned in a stunning brown dress with a mustard colored yoke. Next in or der for presentation was Miss June Morris whose Grecian beauty caused the king to go into a swoon. He was restored to consciousness just in time to greet-Miss Elpanor Watkins who had stopped to count the buttons on the guards’ uniforms. The party was entertained at a feast which afforded the luxury of a plate for every three people. A noteworthy feature of the dinner was the use of three-pronged implements by means of which the people convey ed the food to their mouths. After the-feast Miss Blum rendered, at the request of the king, the vocal selection “Three Blind Mice,” after which the party returned to the yacht and en joyed a square meal of “hot dogs.” PLUTO COMPLAINS Hadesville, 376^ Torrid Avenue Satanber 13, 1933 Dear Editor: . I'd like to horn in a sizzling com plaint through the Salemite to the girls of Salem College. If you don’t publish this letter I’ll make things uncomfortably hot for you and your staff when at last in ghostly garb you /have crossed the River Styx. The mention of “Styx” hastens me to my point. The girls of the Salem hockey teams make sticks entirely too mi:ch and too noisily. It happens that my Imp-erial Suite is directly under your athletic field. The continual knock ing of the hockey balls around and the constant cracking together of the sticks interfere, almost every day, with my afternoon nap. How do the boisterous girls expect me ,to^ enjoy the moang and groans and screeches and wails of my broiling victims if they insist upon keeping up such an unearthly racket? Several times of late I’ve been tempted to call out my Pitchfork Brigade a^d send them hot-footing it up ther£ after every one of the girls who ever held a hockey stick. However, I’m frank to admit that I’m a bit squeamish where Miss Atkinson (I’m doubtfuj about the spelling, but it’s thusly on my Black List), is concerned. I don’t have a single toad-stool in my realm hot enough to phase her with a blister. But to get back to the point, dia bolically speaking. I’m inferno more ' foolishness. Either cut out the rowdy game, or come down and see me some time. Sin-searingly, , Mr. Pluto. Sec’y Mrs. Plutette. Service is the theme for the vesper 'programs this year and daily, in our . school life, we can see how this theme is being carried out, not only at the Vesper service but in the class room and on the campus. Perhaps the in vitation 'last Sunday to the women at ; the Salem Home was a small thing, but to them it probably meant much. Little things, small courtesies, insig nificant favors often add a great deal to a person’s pleasure and hap- ‘piness in this world. So, let us live 'and serve that we may be happy and. ’joyful. Our efforts will be repaid in full measure some day. j Your sole contribution to the sum 'of .things is yourself.—Frank Crane. WOULD YOU LIKE TO WORK IN THE LIBRARY? You might have thought you were still in the Salem College library. At least there was the same peace and quiet (pardon me—there were two squeaking boards or leather heel taps!), and there were also the same familiar faces. Instead of bending over books and papers, however, thesei, faces were glaripg determ inedly at the colored pictures of var ious jig'saw puzzles. In other words, the library girls had changed their professions and were enjoying an afternoon of jig saw puzzling at the home of Miss Siewer’s sister, Mrs. Shaffner, on High Street. Eleanor Cain, evidently accustomed to puzzles after being in Mr. Curlee’s math classes, won the contest by a hair’s breadth over “Libby” Jerome, who had been having late dates with none other than “Bill” ^hakespeare. Elean or was rewarded with a lovely etching of the fountain outside the dining, room, while all the other girls were consoled with dainty packages of powder puffs. After the puzzle contest, a delicious salad course with potato chips, olives, 'Cheese straws, sandwiches, hot rolls, mints, nuts, Russian te§i, ice cream, and cake, was served. FACULTY HORSESHOE SQUAD Probably you’ve seen some of the most dignified masculine members of the college faculty wandering around in their shirt sleeves. More probably you’ve found out why. In the first place coats and pitching horseshoes in the hot sun just don’t go together. In the second place—well there isn’t any second place, incidently this sport isn’t confined to the faculty. Some of our most dashing co-eds have been enticed into the happy family of horseshoe pitchers. *■ ' You should get an eyeful and an earful of some of these games. They really are quite interesting. By the way, the rules of etiquette for the sidelines are to signify applause by loud whistles or laughter and to show commiseration by a sympathetic silence or a “better luck- next time.” I would be willing to stake my month’s allowance on Dr. Anscombe as the winner of the tournamerU. You should have seen the perfect “ringer” he did the other day. But I don’t know—there’s something about the way Dean Vardell raises his right foot as he throws that seems to make the horseshoe fall fatally. near the goal. Then there’s a certain twist of the wrist that Mr. Campbell gives to the horseshoe that makes-me think my month’s allowance ought not to be staked entirely on Dr. Anscombe. Also the “winged victory” pose with which Mr. Downs winds up his pitch ing looks pretty hopeful. Yet Mr. JIcEwen’s and Mr. Curlee’s technique seems to be good too. Mr. Oerter has a swing that even Dr. Anscombe imi tates. And so I don’t know, and won’t attempt to say. Anyway we do know that if, morn ing, noon, or twilight, any of the men on the faculty are misplaced and can’t be found elsewhere, they’re probably pitching horseshoes. On all his classes Mr. Downs sits tilted backwards in his chair swing ing his feet—and there those poor girls sit holding their breath for fear he will fall, and gulping every time a sound is made. It ha» been done, this falling business, because Mr. Mc- Ewen did it last year. Do be care ful all you good teachers. Joy is not in things; it is in us.—• Wagner. When Narcissus died, the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it comfort. ■•And when' they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of their hair, and cried to the pool, arid said: “Wo do not wonder that you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was he.” “But, was Narcissus beautifuj?” said the pool. ' • “Who, should know better than you?” answered the Oreads.” Us did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look' down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he would mirror his own beauty.” And the pool answered: “But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw my own beauty mirrored.” —Oscar Wilde.
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