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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Thursday, December 7, 1933. Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association Published Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy EDITORIAL STAFF EdUor-in-Chief Susan Calder Aasistant Editor Sarah Lindsay A.i.iUtant Editor Miriam Stevenson Associate, Enitors— Mary Penn Girtiude Scliwalbe Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston Mary Ollie Biles Kathleen Adkins Martha Binder Klizahcth Jerome Klizabeth Gray Mary K. Reeves Special Reporters— Virginia Garner Cora Emmaline Henderson Sunshine 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 Jlfanoj/pC-Martha Schlegel Asst .dr. Mgr Florence Ledbetter EXTRAVAGANCE (Editorial Reprinted from the TU- LANE HULLABALOO) Students present a curious complex of nature; they come to college, invest considerable sums in tuition,, fees, books and many other educational ex penses, and then refuse dividends when the university endeavors to pay. These same students would not think of investing in a banking institution which was thought insolvent, nor in stocks and bonds which they knew to be worthless, nor in an outworn auto- nu)bile. Yet in their university out lay they do much worse than any of the above. The hard-earned cash of someone else is given them for the ad vancement of their culture and train ing. From the time of payment of fees, etc., the university, through its professors, and in the classrooms, li braries, and organizations, begins re paying the investment. But it is not uncommon to hear students boasting of having passed a ocurse, frequently by the .smallest possible margin, with little or no study. Or to hear students speaking of “crip courses” and how many they carry. In short, their investments and the funds of someone else mean nothing to them. _ ^ Possibly no other outlay pays the dividends of the college one. A great appreciation of the values of life, the understandings of fellowship, the joy of a trained intellect and the know ledge of association with the past are all for the taking for college students. The students who refuse these gifts and boast of it, at the expense of parents or guardians are the worst kind of parasites. No university should have room or attempt to have room, for them. W'hat do you think of the way Ethel Barrymore spoke to the members of the Philadelphia Lecture Assembly? Here is a portion of her speech to the ladies, “I don't know why we bother to speak to you. Miss Le Gallienne and I do you an honor to be here at all. You don't know anything. You don’t understand anything. You don’t ap preciate anything. You never have known anything and never will.” Those are rather stinging words, aren't they? A great number of us have wanted at some time to express our.selves thus, but after we hear it done, it doesn’t sound very good. The Japanese consume an average of 82 pounds of fish annually, per person. “CHRISTMAS IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER” The air is cool and crisp and a fes tive spirit prevails. Christmas, the greatest of all days, is not far off. The streets are decorated with bright ly lighted trees. Shop windows are filled with gift suggestions. Crowds throng the streets, all laughing and happy, their arms loaded with bundles. Tiny children may be found with faces pressed against shop windows gazing longingly at a large doll or a pair of skates; others are examining the num erous articles in the toy shops. At night they dream of toy trains, walk ing dolls, and huge candy canes. Hol ly wreaths appear in windows. Ev eryone walks with a lighter step. The smell of cedar, red candles, Christmas cookies—all assure us that that long- awaited day is not far distant. CHRISTMAS O star that blazed forth o’er Beth lehem in the night. And guided the .shepherds by its light. To the Saviour—the way of Truth and Right; Send down thy rays once more, clear and bright To drive the darkness from our sight. And angels that on golden harps’ did play. While the whole world slumbering lay. And sang of brotherly love and a peaceful way; Grant that our voices may Blend with yours in song on this Christmas' Day. Sara Ingram A BOUQUET Along with the beautjful posies that are being showered upon our well beloved and deserving Mrs. Hond- thaler, the day students have request ed that a particularly large and im posing mental bouquet be thrown to an equally beloved and deserving proxy for the president’s wife—Miss Riggan. From the very first day of registra tion, the cheerful little office on the second floor of South Hall has been a place of consolation for day stu dents’ compaints and tales of woe. The encouraging word and guiding hand awaiting them there is an unlook ed for source of joy. Day students have begun to swell with importance! for now they have a dean all to them selves—one that was snatched right from under the noses of the sorrowing boarders. Their loss has been our gain. This lady in question fits right into our life as though she had been there all the time, making us wonder how we ever got along without her. She’s not directing our work (feature Miss Riggan as overbearing!) but she’s behind the scenes with a sugges tion here and a helping hand there that really hits the spot. The day students themselves, who now more than ever before feel more a part of the whole college, wish to take this opportunity to express their gratitude to one of Salem’s greater heroines. A WHOOPEE PARTY On the return trip from Chicaro Mesopotato, E. McNew’s yacht. The IVee Star, anchored in the Daeheorm Harbor just off the coast of Anilorac for the purpose of throwing an un- chaperonetd “whoopee party.’’’ Miss Ginger “Pepper” Harlowe (bette known to Salem as Stephanie New man) gowned in a transparent bronze mesh evening dress, which was tightly fitted and had no back, charmed her audience with the rendition of the recent torch hit “Give Me I.iberty or Givo Me I>ove.” Miss Elizabeth Jer ome moved emotionally (not psycho logically) in an exquisite interpreta tion of a recent Hindu dance, T/i® Gidhani. The Mills Ensemble coming direct from a two year run in Pfaff- town gained a great deal of favor with their presentation of the differ ent types of clogging. The ensemble was composed of: Greta Stimson, Mar lene Click, Polly Hallman, Zazu Topp SALEM PUY HOUSE CHRISTMAS VERSES THANKSGIVING Main Actors—Santa Claus, Turkey- lurkey—two boxers Scene: A boxing ring—the rope sur rounding the ring Is made of silver tinsel; the gong which will sound for the battle to begin is a dinner bell; the towels with which the contestants are being fanned are huge linen nap kins covered with gravy spots and cranberry stains left over from last Thursday. The referee is a short man, about two weeks long, dressed in haste and confusion, with a school book under his arm, and with his mind entirely taken up with the antics of the two boxers. Time: for the fight to begin. Dinner bell sounds— Turkey-lurkey comes steaming in— he is a magnificent bird, piping hot, and looking capable of throwing his oponent into a fit of severe stomache From the other side of the ring jumps Santa Claus. He is also pip ing (“the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth”) and also looks ready to give his opponent, if Santa has opponents, even more than he is expecting, whither that be a red wag on or two bundles of switches. Be fore entering the fight, he removes his stockings, and gives one to Tur key as a challenge. Santa Claus: O! haughty bird, I’ve always heard You praised as high As I can fly But that’s absurd .... Turkey-lurkey: (twisting up his left wing for a hook to Santa’s chubby cheek.) “You little runt. I’ll make your front Feel more like rocks Than a bowl of jelly When once I’m inside Your little round belly. Santa Claus: “Come let’s begin! I know I’ll win I’ll give you a socking To match that stocking. And when I’m through They’ll hang up you Along with the stocking And holly, too On Xmas eve Beside the flu.” Turkey: (Alas, he knows that this is His crimson beard turns white with fright When he senses the nearness of Xmas night). “I’m Turkeye, the paler lad. And I used to be bold and bad; But on Thursday past, I breathed my last; ^ And lost my life With a carving knife ” “So now you’re a bluff, And not real stuff?” Turkey: “Ah! Once I was the jolly toast Of many a groaning pantry shelf, But now I am only a boney ghost Of my beautiful crisp-brown former self. Santa (weakening—he can’t take it!) Come, referee, Count one, two, three We’ll end this fight, But not by might I can’t waylay This brave turk-ay He was a good bird on his day— Just put him away While I hold sway.” Turkey (voice heard from a distance of about a week ago): “Until another Thanksgiving Day . “That makes me king Of the boxing ring.” So laying a finger aside of his nose. And bowing to the audience. And thanking Miss Willdoo for this early publicity. And giving a nod. Up chimney he rose— But not before he had put back on his stocking, which may be called hose to rhyme with rose and nose. Closser Googe, with Claudette Me Mahon as leader. A sudden scream caused the mem hers of the party to rush to the lower deck. There they found Meta Hutch ison being chaised around by a little white rat in a two by four clothes hamper in which she had stowed away. The excitement was too great for “Red” Lashmlt. She fainted grace fully and was carried into the library where Miss Chrysanthemum Blum was writing her 1986 almanac. Be cause she was unable to work further, on the almanac she Invited all members of the party into the dining saloon where Miss Eugenia McNew, the host ess, presided over a large punch bowl containing the stimulant of the even ing. She was assisted in serving the warm milk and zweiback by Miss C. Blum. AN OPEN LETTER Skeletown December 4 Dear Editor, I’ve been clanking my chains im patiently for over a week now just itching to the marrow to tell the Sal em girls what an entertaining and en lightening evening I spent strung up on that sheet at the hockey banquet. With my supernatural insight I saw things that the mortal hockey fans eating and drinking with such gaiety failed to notice. Ten to one, you did n’t see the way that dizzy blonde, Martha Neale, with the queenly car riage, kept glancing with a love light in her eyes, first towards the door, and then at the Big Ben concealed under her napkin. Yes, indeed, I knew the cause of her impatience. Miller, old pillar, was pacing restless ly up and down In the Alice Cewell living room about that time. You were too busy playing glutton to notice that model of prudence and slip a note to a certain well-known gentleman on Salem campus. You’ll never belive me when I tell you what that little missive contained. My dear, she wanted to borrow his belt! At least that’s what she said. Quite an original and subtle way of engaging in a little tete-a-tete on the side, n’est- ce pas? Ask Jane how to rope ’em In, or, rather, belt ’em in—she knows. Did you miss Hadley’s little faux pas, too? (You’ve gathered by this time that for a skeleton, I'm decided ly proficient at French phrases. We speak any number of languages, even Pig Latin, in Skull and Crossbones County.) Well, to get back to Had ley. She bopped Miss Lawrence in the shins under the table, and Miss Law rence had completely forgotten to wear her shin guards to the banquet. You see, Hadley didn’t know that the Dean played tennis instead of hockey when she was a budding young athlete. These few little sidelights are mere inklings of the repertoire of unknown facts about your schoolmates that I have at my commands. However, I’ll keep mum, because I can’t be picking the bone with too many of the Salem women at the same time. I simply can’t spare another bone for picking purposes, a.s three of my best ribs are gone already. Bozo Bones P. S. All my boney buddies in Skeletown are simply up to the skull with jea lousy over my Salem “S.” I’m the most popular beaun on the campus. THE CLASS OF 1933 The following news from The Alum nae Record concerning last year’s Sen ior Class will be of particular inter est to all girls who were here last From the members of last year’s class we hear the following news: Florence Altchlson, Eugenia Johnson, Louise Mock, Charlotte O’Brien, Mab el Reid, Louise Sides, Mary Lillian White are teaching in Winston-Salem; Tommye Frye is teaching at Boone- ville, N. C.; Mary Katharine Thorpe is teaching in Fries, Virginia; Jose phine Courtney Is teaching In Colletts- vllle, N. C. Ghilan Hall is taking a Business course at home in Burlington, N .C., Elinor Phillips is working for her teacher’s certificate at the Teachers’ College, Clarion, Pennsylvania. Edith Jones of Martinsville, Virginia, busi ness classs 1933, has a good position in her home town. Elizabeth Correll is assisting Violet Hampton, 1933, in the Cafeteria at Woolworth’s, Wins- ton-Salen^. Nancy Ann Harris is teaching piano in Winston-Salem. Mary Louise Mickey and Margaret Johnson, both with the B. A. degree are continuing their work at Salem, toward a Bachelor of Music degree in 1934. Emily Mickey is specializing as a nurse and companion, working par ticularly with diets. Adelaide Silversteen is studying voice in New York under Mr. Edgar Schofield, brother to Mr. Ernest Les lie Schofield, head of the voice depart ment at Salem. Mary Catherine Sie- wers is employed at Sosnik’s Depart ment Store. Mary Stockton is assist ing her sister, Blanche Stockton, 1924, Dietitian at Salem College. Josephine Walker is working in the Salem Book Store. Rosalie Smith is teaching music privately at her home in New Bern, N. C.; Mary B. Williams is dir ector of the Wilington, N. C. High School Glee Club, and hopes to open a private studio. Naomi Stone has a Stenographic positiojn in Charlotte, N. C. Marjorie Petree of the Busi ness Class of 1933 Is employed In the Bond Department of Wachovia Bank & Trust Company, Winston-Salem. Dorothy Heldenreich is keeping house for her father in Durbin, North Dako ta. Pauline Setzer, Ruth Crouse and Wanna Mary Huggins are married. Carol Glenn of the Business Class has a position with the Prudential Insur ance Company in Winston-Salem. WHILE I WAS IN THE HANDS OF A PERSON I am only a pencil, but you really don’t know liow badly I am treated sometimes. I was In a nice box in the school store when a little girl came to the counter and asked for a pen cil. The clerk picked me up gently In his hands and gave me to her. She grabbed me and flew down the stairs. The next thing I knew I was in her mouth! How horrible it was to get all wet! I certainly was happy when she took me out of her mouth and be-, gan to write. She said I didn’t write very well. She rushed me to the pencil sharpener. Oh, how those blades did hurt! Oh, I am In her mouth again, but this time she is bit ing me with her teeth! Oh, how it pains! I wish she would stop. My! Wasn’t I happy when she lost me? She looked and looked for me, but she never found me. I am behind a chair, and I can see everything just as plain as day. Henrietta Caldwell, 7B A THERMOMETER I am a thermometer. I work hard to tell the children how hot or cold it is. My tongue moves fast. Some times when it is too cold or hot, the children come to me and stare for a minute or so. The radiator is my partner. If he doesn’t do his part, I can’t help it. Glenn Joyce 7B The above papers were selected from original work done by seventh grade pupils being taught by Kath erine Lasater. The work was consid ered worthy of note. MODERN CONTINENT AL FICTION This book list is the second install ment of the book list prepared by Atwood H. Townsend of New York University. Dr. Townsend’s list is called “The Students’ Guide to Good Reading.” Barbusse, Henri—Under Fire The outstanding French novel about the stupidities and horrors of the war. Baum, Vicki—Grand Hotel Varied hotel guests whose lives reach a dramatic climax in two nights. Colette—The Gentle Libertine Feuchtwanger, Lion—Power Feuchtwanger—The Ugly Duchess France, Anatole—The Bed Lily Unforgettable revelation of Paris ian society and of the heart of a woman. Prance, Anatole—The Rotisserie of the Queen Pedauque France, Anatole—Penguin Island An outline of history in the form of an amusing satirical romance. France, Anatole—The Revolt of the Angels A delightful satire of scholarship, theology, and human weaknesses. France, Anatole—Thais Hamsun, Knut—Hunger Distressingly frank but convincing picture of a young writer starving. Ibanez, V. B.—The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse The cataclysm of the World War dramatized by a popular Spanish novelist. Mann, Thomas—rAe Magic Mountain Mann’s novels are internationally famous. This is probably his best. Merejkowski, Dmitri—The Death of the Gods Merejkowski, Dmitri—The Ro-mance of Leonardo da Vinci Merejkowski, Dmitri—Dmitri, Peter, and Alexis Final volume of the triology includ ing “Death of the Gods” and “Da Vinci.” Proust, Marcel—Swann’s Way —Within a Budding Grove Proust’s almost act)ibnless novels have been called “the greatest prose of modern times” because of their rich detail and subtle psychological Insight. Remarque, Enrich Maria—All Quiet on the Western Front The agony and futility of war as seen by the common soldier in the trenches. Salten, Felix—Bamhi An exquisite story of a young deer’s life In the Danube forests. Sudermann, Herman—The Song of Songs The story of a beautiful girl, her ideals, and her temptations. Undset, Sigrld—The Bridal Wreath Ulndset, Sigrld-Tfee Cross Zweig, Anton—The Case of Sergeant Grischa A Russian prisoner ground to death by the German military machine. “Billy” Philpott is at home in Rocky Mount. Henrietta Redfern of the Business Class is employed in her home town, Monroe, N. C. Other members have not been definitely heard from.
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