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Saturday, November 25, 1933.
Member Southern Inter-Collegiate
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
$2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy
Editor-in-Chief Susan Calder
Assistant Editor Sarah Lindsay
Assistant Editor Miriam Stevenson
Mary Penn Gertrude Schwalbe
Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston
Mary Oliie Biles Kathleen Adkins
Martha Binder Elizabeth Jerome
Elizabeth Gray Mary E. Reeves
Cora Emmaline Henderson
Business Manager Isabel Pollock
Advertising Manager....Jane Williams
Exchange Manager .. Ruth McConnell
Circulation Manager.Martha. Schlegel
Asst .Cir. Mgr Florence Ledbetter
Last week Mr. Higgins very kindly
cons(^ted to talk to the Business
staff of the Salemite. We felt that
some pointers from one who really
knows advertising and college con
nections with the business world
would do us some good. It did.
Thank you, Mr. Higgins. The Salem
girls appreciate your interest in their
Well, the banquet tonight closes the
hockey season. It has been a success
ful one in some respects, and an un
successful one in others. We haven’t
been attending practices as we should.
Many were the afternoons when we
were disappointed because there were
n’t enough girls to make two full
teams. Yet those of us who have
played enjoyed the practices and the
Can’t we start basketball off with
a bang? Let’s try to have so many
girls at practice that we can’t all
You will notice on the calendar
that December 1 is Mrs. Alice Coun
cil’s birthday. She is Salem’s oldest
alumna, being 101 years old. It is
hoped that many gjrls will remember
to send her congratulations.
Sing a song of Hockey
a big crowd standing by.
While two and twenty Salemites
make the green grass fly.
And when the game is ended
everyone will say.
That Hockey is a grand sport
to make a happy day.
When night flaunts a chilly snap,
when the moon looms orange as a big
pumpkin in a midnight black sky, when
dead leaves trip the light fantastic,
when clear air echoes laughter and
song, when the hockey games have
been played and won, and the turkey
has come to rest on the victor’s table—
it’s harvest time!
TO MRS. RONDTHALER
To the one who always recognizes
everybody, to the one who is never,
too busy to visit with anybody, to the
one who makes Salem the place loved
by all, we give our most heart-felt
welcome. For the old girls Salem has
not seemed the same till now. To
the new girls, Salem wil be a differ
ent, a homier place to live in from
Mrs. Rondthaler, you can never re
alize how glad we are to have you
back. Just to know that you are
with us seems to make things run
more smoothly. Salem girls and Sal
em friends welcome you most loving
It Began In Fairyland
Once there were two rival queens
in Fairyland; Hadley and Schwalbe,
who were rulers over two adjoining
domains. Queen Hadley was a white
fairy and her rival was a red;, one.
The White Fairy envied Queen
Schwalbe’s charm|ng red suit and
youth, and the Ted queen was jealous
of her opponent’s knowledge and dig
nity. One day Lady Hadley had a
meeting and gathered together eleven
of her white and yellow fairies and
sent them over to Lady Schwalbe's
dominion to secure the five dollar of
ficial ball of gold that had caused
many quarrels between the two
realms. So off to the other side of
th&sriver tripped the eleven white and
yellow fairies on a mission to please
their queen. On reaching the other
side of the river, however, they found
opposition in the person of eleven red
and black fairies, who fought to re
tain the official golden balls. There
were fairies everywhere, scrambling
after the ball and hitting air and deli
cate fairy shins with their sticks.
A little Brown fairy with a little
brown tam tripped to and fro watch
ing the combat. She whistled every
time a dainty toe kicked the golden
ball, or a' graceful body flitted be
tween a fairy and the ball. Poised
alertly behind the scrambUjfng line
were two red fairies transported from
the north. Squealing encouragement
to her more timid companions one
black fairy made for the goal.
And so from that day unto this,
the fairies have been struggling for
the golden ball.
Today I am glad, God. You have
given to me so many things for which
to give you grace; Little Things that
come to be Big Things. In the early
morning I am thankful for the swift
■scuttle of my roommate’s bare feet
across the floor as she closes out the
cold air that sweeps across my bed,
and for. the popping of radiators as
they begin slowly to warm our room.
I am thankful for the brisk walk to
the post-office through a crisp wind
that slaps my cheeks to pinkness and
leaves that rustle at my every step.
(Once they had hot, smoking cereal
at breakfast when I got back from
across the street and I sat all alone and
ate it slowly and read mother’s let
ter as I ate.) There is a class too
I want to thank you for. It makes
me feel like studying, God, because I *
want to learn—not because I must.!
And the teachers lets us out in time
to be first in the lunch line.
In the afternoon I am thankful
that I have friends who like to go to
all kinds of picture-shows and are
not ashamed to go to a coffee shop and
order waffles and coffee—20c. (The
waitresses glare at us for they have '
heat the waffle iron.)
At night I am thankful for the
beauty of a crescent moon guarded
by a fat, opalescent cloud and for
the seven stars I have counted every
night now for seven nights. I am
thankful for the chatter of girls who
are propped on my bed when I come
in and for the bell which means the
end of study hour. I am thankful
to You for being so tired I can flop
into my cot with already closing eyes.
And last of all, God, last of all these
things— I want to thank You for the
moment sometime in the night ^
the watchman’s lantern light flashes
on my wall and I wake and think of
Sing, sing,- sing a song
To our faculty
You are loved by everyone
And that is plain to see.
Clap, clap, clap your hand
For our faculty
They’re the best in all the land
And they will always be.
Grin, grin, grin a grin
At the faculty
Their favor then you'’ll surely win
They’re cute, as they can be.
Laugh, laugh, laugh a while
With the faculty
Your winning smile will spread a »iile
Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee.
Winter and springtime, winter and
Who is our teacher of all kinds of
Nobody else but our own dear Miss
Tliough we were “softies” in days of
When for pleasures we are singing,
And we don’t know what to do.
She can set our cares to flying
With a Rip-Ray-Rah and a Sis-Boom-
She’s a good comrade, she’s a chum
She’s always cheerful, never get’s
That’s why we sing to our own coach.
Above the horizon in the East
floated a soft yellow balloon; in the
West sank a glowing ball of firey
red. Roseate ray and a golden glow
softened the surrounding countryside
with a peaceful mellowness, and was
refleeted on the sleek sides of my
mount as he ambled down the coun
Far away in the distance farm
yard animals were sounding grateful
thanks for’their evening meal. At
a nearby farm a small rosy faced
boy ran out into the orchard to
bring in an armful of apples as red
as his cheeks. Farther down the
road a thrifty'' farmer was pitching
onormo'ug yellow pumpkins into
wagon load . of dried cornstalks.
Under a walnut, tree by the side of
the path, a frisky gray squirrel, also
utilizing th^ last rays of light,
scampered back and forth packing
nuts into hte pouchy month with
lightning like speed. At the next
barn yard an arrogant turkey
strode haughtily around his enclos
ure unaware of an impending ax.
There was a strange contrast be
tween this peaceful harmony and
the world of unrest I had left be
hind an hour agp. The calmness was
inducive to thoughts other than
economic problems, and instinctively
my mind turned toward Thanks-
He’s a staunch and stately president
of Salem, Salem,
Princely to the ladies all the time,
When he walks round and round upon
the campus, campus
Bells up in the tower start to chime.
Now, Hear that wind a-howling, snow
is failin’ fast,,'
Says our prexy sniilin’ “Spring is here
What a royal chap with cane and cap,
We love him, love him,
Best of anybody,' anytime.
What’s a song without a tune?
Oh-h what’s a night without a moon?
And what’s a banquet without you,
Better get your black dress out,
’Cause Salem’s on the out and out
Calamity! ’Spose he would not come.
Everybody’s grouchy, and we’re all !
sad and blue.
What’s the matter here?
We’re scared he won’t be with us,
and we’ve lost our cheer.
What are we to do? Heart-broken!
What’s a king without a crown?
What’s an up without a down?
And what’s a bahquet without you!
Tie the golden grain heads
Into shining sheaths.
Beautiful their colors
As the autumn leaves
Pick the rosy apples
Pack away with care.
Gather in the harvest
Now the fruit is gathered
All the grain is in.
Nuts are in the attic,
Corn is in the bin.
giving Day and its meaning. There
seem to be more opportunity for
thanks this year than during any
recent years. The day falls naturally
into a sequence of events which are
gradually decreasing in tension.
More hearts and thoughts, now than
ever before, should open for one day
to express soul-deep thanks to the
Creator for the oscape from perilous
conditions and for the guidance of
a worthy leader, who has been the
cause of many personal thanks
givings already. Thus, I concluded,
this day should be more national in,
spirit than heretofore the gratitude
uals for favors bestowed on a people
of a nation lather than of individ-
rather than on personalities.
And under the soothing influence-
of a benevolent nature, I stopped
my mount in the face of the setting
sun and reverently offered my share
of the united thanksgiving.
SALEM PLAY HOUSE
by Annie Secret Willdoo
Place: The Glimpfgash Circus tent—
on the moon.
Characters: Chuggellaf—a clown.
Glop—the peanut and popcorn i
Hipansholdumsquirl—the tight rope
Time: 15-100 o’noonish (that’s moonish
for 12 o’clock).
The Glimp/gash Circus tent has been
put up in one of the rat-cheese val
leys on last night’s Harvest moon.
(You know, of course, that the moon
always changes from green cheese to
rat cheese in the Autumn, so it can
look yellow to the harvesters and lov
ers of nature (yeah, nature) below.
Mr. Glimpfgash, who owns the cur-
cus tent, also owns the circus. He
stands before his own and shouts,
“Effelpettiskirts and Burmashaf-^
fers,” which, being interpreted,
“Ladies and Gentlemen,”
After the audience has thus been
welcomed to the circus by the black
whiskered Mr. Glimpfgash, they scut
tle inside the tent and are welcomed
by Chuggellaf, the clown.
Chuggellaf: “If you’re descretish,
You’ll all be sweetish,
And grab a seatish.”
(You will notice that the sound isk ^
characteristic of the Moonish Lang
uage, and crops out in all the old lyr
ics and ballads of the natives.)
Now feeling thoroughly welcomed,
the excited people all grab seatishes
and begin to buy stomach aches froin
Glop, the peanut and popcorn man.
Glop sings: “I fry flshish, hot and
I make swell molasses candy.
But don’t be funny, if you got no
That’s all I want to know.”
At this point the circus begins.
Hujestuf, tlie elephant comes tiptoe
ing in with guess who? on his back.
None other than that graceful little
dancer, Hipainsholdumsquirl. She
bows to the audience from her place
on the end of the elephaint’s ni
which is really quite a long way fi
the beginning of his nose. She sings.
Her voice is a triple treble, which
is so sharp that it pricks Hujestuf’
nose, and he sneezes her right ont
her downfall. Her song was: (before
“My name’s HipanslK)ldumsquirl.
My dancing is a lovely sight.
And tho’ I’m quite a lovely girl,
I make the most convincing Tight
Rope Dancer in the world.”
(Only the evil minded will catch the
significance of the next to last line.)
All the moon people become upset
over the spilling and spelling of Hip
ansholdumsquirl. They begin shout
All of a sudden, the moon rises, and
upsets the circus tent. Pandemonium
reigns. Pandemonium, by the way.
t the r
B of 0
f the E
people, but just a good old English
custom, which breaks out every day
at the ringing of the 1:00 o’clock bell.
After it has reigned for several min
utes on the moon, it rains for several
more on the people below, who are
looking at the moon, (harvesters, lov
ers of nature, etc.). This brings on the
“O, what is so rare as noon or
And who that ii
ti the n
e expects r
At a signal from Glop
(He’s the popcorn, peanut man)
This nonsense we’ll stop.
And bring Hipansholdumsquirl out
of her swoon.
But let us all sayish,
(There’s that eternal old “ishing”
E’re we finish thish playish,
(The “thish” from the Tight,
coming to in the rain)
Come on, Thankish-givingish,
With apologies to whoever wrote
the originals of the first and last lines
of this foolish flourish to our moonish
On Monday afternoon the Academy
played their final soccer "ganie. Both
sides played a hard-fought game and
succeeded in keeping the score a tie,
0-0. The soccer banquet was held Fri
day night, Nov. 24.
Y. W. C. A.
Y. W. C. A. and Y. M. C. A. cab
inets of about thirty colleges in North
Carolina will be represented at a
•meeting in Greensboro, Sunday, Nov
ember 26. The Salem Y. W. C. A.
will be represented.
There wil be no Salemite next
Thursday as most of us wil be
home for Thanksgiving. May we
take this opportunity to wish all
of you the happiest day ever?
Those of us who go home and
those who stay here can all spend
a profitable and enjoyable day.
THE BIG BOLD
Those of you who are familiar with
the story of the burglar bold who was
unfortunate enough to select aS his
scene of burglary the boudoir of an
old maid — unavoidably — who had
made up her mind to marry the next
man or gentleman who capie along,
should be intensely interested in the
following version of the story. The
French version written by Mrs.
Simpson, who has expressed herself
very cleverly, and the story will in
terest everyone who has even the
slightest knowledge of Franch.
II est entre par la fenetre aussi fur^
tif qu’un souris
Et s’est trouve une place au-dessous
En pensant a Tor qui le rendrait riche
H attendait, pour voler, un moment
A neuf heures presises—dois-je vous
Ce qu’il a vu?—de toutes les choses
Une veille fille a I’air desespere
S’approchait de ee lit pour se coucher.
En pensant que tout y marchait a
Elle ne se donnait pas la peine d’y
jeter un coup d’ oeil.
Elle a mis sur le commode ses grands
Ensuite a ote son oeil de verre-tres
1 tete se
Notre cambrioleur voyant jcombien
elle etait affreuse (x)
Battait I’air de ses mains et mourait
Ne pouvant attendre que la vieille fille
II a essaye de se souver sans fair* de
A la derobee il est alle a quatre pat-
Vers la porte ouverte pres de sa ca-
Mais il n’avait pas de chance, le
Car la vieille fille n’avait du tout au-
Elle n’a pousse ni cri, ni mot, ni son
Mais s’est felicitee d’avoir trouve un
Dans un din d’oeil a-t-elle bien tire
Le pistolet qu’ elle gardait sous son
“Monsieur,” a-t-elle dit, “ne craignez
Car grace a dieu vous etes le mien.
Donnez-moi la promesse d’etre mon
Et en echange de cela je vous donne la
Le brave cambrioleur qui ne voulait
J^ttanjt un (petit coup d’otSR prie
Time wears on, but there is no
who began the work in the height of
end to teaching. Some of the girls
spirits are now drooping around like
roses after a storm. And it is a
storm too. Standing before forty
children who ought to know more
than they do is no fuii after ao long
The end of the first six weeks
brought a change in some of the
young teachers. Some were urged
on to new goals by the good grades
that they received; others felt that
there were six more weeks to bo
lived through. “How glad I’ll be
when Christmas comes! ’ ’ says one
girl. Another says, “I’ll hate to
leave my children. They are dears.”
Still another one says, “I hope that
I’ll get a box of candy again. That
at least is some encouragement.”
One girl wonders why she was put
with, the Mr. Man. She’ll have to
captivate him as. well as the pupils
for a gobd grad«.' Another girl has
her children make a dress for her.
'I4iey cut the skirt crooked and the
jiraist straight when it should be
bias. She’ll wear the dress any way
rather than tell of her mistake.
One young teacher gets poems
from one of her pupils. Maybe she
is the kind of person to inspire
Well, there are some good things
in teaching after all. The children
are rather responsive, even if in
the wTong direction sometimes; the
teachers are usually human. But
’t we be glad when the fifteenth
of December comes!