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Page Two, THE SALEMITE Thursday, February 8, 1934. 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 Editor-in-Chief Susan Caldei ds»iatant Editor Sarah Lindsay AaHHant Editor Miriam Stevenson A>»ociate Editors— Mary Penn Gertrude Schwalbe Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston Mary Oilie Biles Kathleen Adkins Martha Binder Elizabeth Jerome Elizabeth Gray Mary E. 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....Jerne Williams Exchange Manager .. Ruth McConnell Susan Rawlings Margaret Ward Dorothy Courtney Ruth Dickieson Agnes Brown Ann Taylor Circulation Manager..Ma.vt\ia. Schlegel Aft .Cir. Mgr Florence Ledbetter ORIGIN OF VALENTINE DAY Saint Valentine’s Day! I close my eyes and see the procession of red heart candy boxes, flowers, and frilly lace paper Valentines which that day suggests. But did you ever think what a different meaning February 14th had for the girls of long ago ? According to the “Book of Facts,” the custom of sending Valentines originated among the ancient Romans. A great feast was held every year on February 15th in honor of the god Pan. The names of all the un ried girls of Rome were put in box from which they were drawn by the' young men. Each youth pre sented a gift to the girl whose name he had draTvn and took her as his partner throughout the feast. This ceremony has modified] itself to our present observance, but the name St. Valentine’s Day was given to the 14th through a coincidence. St. Valentine was a bishop of Rome during the 3rd century with such remarkable personality that he suc ceeded in converting a great many pagan Romans to Christianity. This displeased the Emperor who ordered his execution on February 14, A. D. He was made a Saint the day of his death named for him and made a festival day in an effort to offset the Pan festival. This could not be done, however, so gradually the two merged together to make St. Valentine’s Day — February 14th. HAVE A HEART? Heajts! Home made hearts with jagged edges, frilly hearts with sen timental rhymes, slickened hearts with bold words, tiny, coy hearts with a hidden meaning; big comic hearts with satirical nudges—all' were there in the huge cracker box, covered with old paper, in that old grammar grade school. Oh, how the little human hearts fluttered when the top was lifted and teacher read the names out, one by one. Then we would try to decide which Val entine we prized more highly. That was an exciting day, this fourteenth of February, the beginning of sly glances, blushes and pounding pulses. Fifteen years have passed. We no longer have the cracker box to hold our great array of Valentines, but still we have the different types of hearts. We always shall. Per haps the personalities are not aa obvious as they were when express ed on paper Valentines but they are just as vivid and mean much more to us, for through the years we have developed in accordance with the various “hearts” that have influ- ST. VALENTINE TO VISIT SALEM IN THE VALENTINE BOX I was the first arrival. A hand had just reluctantly dropped me through the slit at the top of a round white box decorated with red hearts. I lay- in the bottom in tlie tiny shaft of light trjdng to get my bearings. I looked out from be tween the lacy paper curtained of the lavendar fold- where I was waiting to greet Jhe sweetest mother of all.” T demy a shadow Appeared below slit in the box, and one by one se al companions joined me. We s overcome our timidity and began talking. ‘ ‘ Whose heart are you going to make glad ? ” I asked a folded red and w'hjte valentine. “I’m not sure that I’m going to affect any- dy that way,” he answered, “but n on my way to the math profess- He may not be glad, and if he I’t, neither will be my sender.” And you,” I asked a fancy piece of paper, “Oh,’ it answered, “I’m from Miss Lawrence, but I’d better not tell where she’s sending me.” We were interrupted by a shower of valentines. They proved to be going ■ many directions. Several to Penn- „.,lvania, V. P. I., and just loads of tiiem to Duke, Carolina^ and David son, 'hoping to be returned by large, red, heart-shaped boxes wrapped in cellophane. We heard a newcomer struggling in the entrance above and then with a thump an elaborate greeting card fell to the bottom and bounced around among us. on its ladded-like springs. It informed us that it was being sent to a certain teacher of psychology in hopes of initiating emotion. Our number gradually increased until there was hardly any room left. We then felt ourselves being moved wholesale, after which we were taken out of our domain and pushed one by one through a long slit where we fell into a hugh box far below. A little later, much to our regret, we were separated and sent on long journeys, in every direction. BEDTIME STORY •Once upon a time thejre w four girls. The first girl was short, fat guard. The second girl was a tall, fat guard. The third girl was a short, substantially-built, guard. The fourth gisl was a tall, slim forward. The fourth girl said to the second girl, “Let’s play basketball. ’ ’ So they got the first girl and the third girl and their other girl friends to play basketball. While they were playing the first three girls got tired so they decided to go in training. The second girl, the third girl, and the fourth girl were going to parties that afternoon and the first girl had some candy to eat; therefore, they all decided to wait till the next day o begin. But the second girl said, “What will be the rules?” They made a list of rules then and there., 1. Nothing between meals but fruits. 2. No sweet things at meals. 3. No water during meals. 4. Only one cup of coffee per day. .(They couldn’t do without that ^morning cup.) 5. AND a sprint around the horseshoe court every morning at ,7:30. It all worked fairly well that first day. The first girl broke over and ate a tart. The second girl broke over and ate some cake. The third girl broke over an date some but tered popcorn. The fourth broke over and ate some ice cream between meals, but that wa8 about all. That night the second and fourth girls set their alarm for 6:45. The third girl set her alarm for The first girl didn’t set her alarm at all. Came the dawn. At 7:15 the second and fourth girls got up and dressed briskly. At 7:30 the third girl dragged herself out of bed and began to pull on her clothes slowly. At 7:45 the first girl was just wak ing up. At 7:30 the second and fourth girls dashed madly out of the house and ran tHr.ee times laround the court. (I hate to say it, but they were then completely exhausted and were compelled to sit down to rest.) At 7:50 they burst into the'i of the third girl and shook her her clothes. (Incidentally they woke up her room-mate.) Then they dragged the first girl from her bed and shook her out of her sleepy stu por. Then they, the hungry wolves, ran off to get some breakfast and left the first and third girls who obediently took four turns around the horse-shoe court. I have just met the fourth girl and she says she is so sleepy she can hardly stand. It serves her right for she woke me up. I hope this ardor for exercise doesn’t last. Much Loved Visitor To Ar rive Next Wednesday SOME OF HIS THOUGHTS Saint Valentine is coming to sec us again pretty soon. He’s getting to be a pretty old fellow now, he manages to get down about a year. Do you know how old the old gentleman really is? Well, I haven’t his family tree so I can’t tell you exactly but he’s somewhere around 1600 years old. , It’s about time he was beginning to show a gray hairs. St. Valentine has always brought pretty nothings for the ladies. If you remember your Pepys you may recall how Mr. Pepy picked out a “Valentine” and took her down town and bought her ‘ ‘ a pair of em broidered and six pair of plain white gloves”! Pull that one on Ihe B. F. this year. Valentine in those days were expensive propositions. Mr. Pepy had to reconcile Mrs. , Pepys with a Valentine present, to, but his expenses were nothing compared some of them. 'On'fe duke bought a valentine worth 800 pounds or about $4000—ia necklace. Others were i more expensive. Today the old tom ain’t what it used to be- even what it was when we t young and foolish. Do you remember the lace and rosebuds and cupids that adorned the fifty cent concoc tion Joe sent you in the fifth grade? And the box of candy you got when you were about fourteen? And the heart shaped Va,lentine box in school (you were fortunate if you got on the 1,“ Box Oomm/ittee! ”) where you watched every envelope going in wondering if you could pos sibly squeeze out one' more than that sissy little Susie'Snip? And what fun at night V7"hen they wi stuck under your door! And 1 paste and gooey things you bought to make them yourself! Well—-this isn’t enough to say yet. It seems I must fill up space (in the paper, do everywhere else anyway!), aha Valentine did you say? Oh yes, Valentine! Could f be writing a poem at this time of night— “Valentine is almost here For it’s near the time of year When—” What? I don’t feel etic. Well, as the little boy in the sailor suit on one Valentine said to the little girl in the pink dress on a post-card, ‘ ‘Come up and see me sometime.” P.S.—I just had a thoiight. Would n’t a: conversation between St. Val- etitine and cupid have been clever? 2,- The use of the first person has been excused. By Annie Secret Willdo IF WISHES WERE HORSES OR MY KINGDOM FOR A TRUE HORSE Verse I. I am a lovely, gorgeous girl! How beauteous is the golden curl Reposing on my white fore-head. My lips and cheeks are red. Young men have always, always said, “That dame is really whatagirl! ” Courtesy note for above wigh: Hair furnished by Hemp Egerton. Lips by Bushie McLean Cheeks by Mary Brown. Boys merely loaned to the authoress by an unknown friend. Boys also unknown. Verse II. I have the smallest, cutest feet. My southern drawl is soft and sweet. Amazing are my baby eyes. My hips and ears are the proper Courtesy note for verse II. Feet furnished by Annie Shuford. Southern drawl by M. Goodman. Eyes by Mary Penn. Ears by the few non-eavesdroppers in school. Hips by Fan Scales. Disposition by Jane Williams. Treats: Butterboys on Wednesday nights by Miss Stockton. Verse III. Climax and Conclusion. A little man stepped up to me. “How do you do?” said me to he. “You sugar-plum, I’m doin’ fine, If you will be my Valentine.” So spake the little man to me. Now please don’t think that I’m a lyin’ I’m still just wishin’. And you see I can wish things like they ought to be. But Valentine Day will seem quite And I’ll have only me to blame. When all the well-known sheiks and dandies Fail to send me sugar candies. Cause I made up this mshing game. Final courtesy note: Wishing: Furnished by your lonelj>^, homely, old-maid authoress, A. S. W. Sheiks and dandies: Part of the wishing. Sugar Candies: Unfurnished. MODERN VALENTINE GREETINGS From Mae West: “I say, duckie, if yuh wanta be m’ Valentine, yuh better come up sometime. ” ■ ■ ■ From Gracie to Greorge: ‘ ‘ Oh, George, won’t you be my Valentine with a blue tie to match my little blue hat and niy missing brother?”. From Guy: “I Love You Truly, sung by Carmen. From Fred: “A medley from old Ireland on St. Valentne’s Day. ’ ’ From Ed Wynn: “Oo-o-o-o-o! I’m your Fire Chief, Graham! ’ ’ From Eddie: ‘ ‘ Oh, Jimmy, Jiminy, won’t you send Ida and me a Valentine so we’ll have a little mail in the fam ily?” From Eubinoff: “I sint Eddie de finest Valentine, a violin with a Russian accent.” From Zazu; ‘ ‘ Oh dear me, did I say something wrong when, I asked you to be my Valentine?” From Bing: Thanks for The Day You Came Along. Please be My Love. From Pop-Eye: I yam what I yani; will y,a be m’ Valentine!” SWEET iMADNESS OR A MODERN EVE OF ST. VALENTINE’S ’Twas One Minute to One and Sit ting on a Backyard Fence i Sweet Georgia Brown and her yet Forgotten Man, a Sentimental Gentleman from Georgia. We now have The Time, The Place and The^Girl—only we forgot to state that The Moon Is Low—a big Harvest Moon. (Oh, It’s Only a Pa.per Moon, ia it? Well, you Didn’t Have to Tell Me, I Knew It' All the Time). But to continue, if we had a Hideaway on the Other Side of the Fence, we would get a Cheerful Little Earful of a Big Love Scene. Eye.’ Sweet Georgia Brown: “Just a Year Ago Tonight it was the Same Old Moon, the Same Old Tune, but not the Same Old You. Personally I think you’re getting Goof us now. S. G.: “You’re Driving Me Orazy. You Know I Love You Truly—ever since The Day You Came Along.” G. B.: “Listen big boy, Give Me Liberty or Give Me Love or You’j Gonna Lose Your Gal.” S. G.: “You’re Telling Me. How Come You Do Me Like You Do-Do- Do? You’re My One and Only- Anuie Doesn’t Live Here Any G.'b.: “Would You Like Take a Walk—Alone? I’m Tired of all this Merry Go Round. ’ ’ S'. G.: “But Honey, Jimmy’s Got a Nickel—aad he’s My Old Man. We’re in the Money now.” G. B.: “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime—that all I wanta know.” S. G.: “Everything I Have Is Yours.” G. B.: “In that case, I Surrender, Dear. Pm Headed for the Last Roundup. • (Moral—Let’s Make Hay While the Sun Shines.) The following is a set of simple, tried-and-true rules which if adhered closely vrill get for you the best results on Valentine’s Day in the form of juicy heart shaped boxes of candy and sweetly sentimental little verses declaring deliciously undying devotion, .instead of the usual comic valentine which is sent as a saracas- tic and superfluous reminder of the twenty pudgy pounds you’ve put on this year at school, or if you’re skin ny, which is even worse, to show you what a gawky, angular tooth pick, a tactless young gentleman (?) con siders you to be. But to get on with the rules be fore Beau Brummel or young Iiochin- var or what-have-you is inspired to purchase a death-blow in he form of a dastardly comic valentine des tined for you. tined for you. If you’re fat, or even pleasantly pluiupish, do thuswise: 1. Hang a picture of Mae West where you’ll see it constantly as in spiration, and hitch your wagon to 2. Peroxide your hair, and then find some sunlight for it to shimmer 3. Wear a tight, non-elastic bar rel stave around your waist, if any. A Flora-Dora effect should be ob- 4. Buy glittering jewelry at Wool- worth’s as long as your allowance holds out. Wear all these gems in one dose, and perhaps your baby hippo silhouette won’t be so con- sj/icious. 5. Talk, or rather coo, in a voice laden with mellow drammer and sug gestive of nectar and honey, but for heaven’s sake, don’t say “Oum up herself is ennuied with that, herself is ennvied with that. If you’re skinny, follow these bits of advice: 1. Frizz your hair out in a gorge- uos halo with a three foot radius around your head. This should give width and an effect of brain instead of brawn. 2. Wear your extra blanket wrap ped around securely as an under garment. . Small boudoir pillows may be used in extreme cases. 3. Wear number twelve golf socks with rolled tops, and the same sized tennis shoes. These should balance the coiffure. 5. Walk as if it’s all you can do to pull your great weight around. 6. Ask Georgia Huntington and Mary Anna Hooks about what every skinny girl should know. If you ’re neither fat nor thin, you needn’t worry because there are no comic valentines made which are suitable to send you. With a smirk and no work, you may twiddle thumbs till your chocolate covered cherries and other laeey love tokens SATURDAY AFTER NOON REFLECTIONS Saturday afternoon—to go or not to go up town—that is the question. If I go, the wind will blow—don’t you love people who make silly rimes—and my face will get chap ped. I’ve seen the show—tired of picture shows anyway. These brick walks would probably scuff up my new shoes, too. The stores will bo crowded—I couldn’t even elbow my way into Woolworth’s. The Satur day afternoon mob is simply dis gusting—they push and scramble and unless you’re going the same way they are, you’re out of luck, (There is a brief pause during which the narrator concentrates on a chocolate drop salvaged from her roommate’s last box' from home, then—) I ought not to eat this—started reducing yesterday. Haven’t eaten anything between meals but a dope and Nabs, two chocolate cones, and a cream cheese sandwich. (Reaches for another chocolate drop). Be lieve I’d better go up town after all. Somebody said there were some aw fully good bargains in sweater suits at Sosniks’, and if I don’t go look today they probably won’t be there. Besides, I’d like to get weighed. I don’t believe these old gym scales are tight. Sorta’ like to see the crowd, too. People push and elbow; I’ll push and elbow, so I’ll get along. I need a new lipstick any way. (Reaches for another choco late drop, sees a picture of Joan Crawford on a Movie Magazine). Gosh, what a perfectly mar-r-r-ve- lous figure she has! Why can’t we all be slim, fascinating creatures? That reminds me, I’d just as soon see the show again as long as we’re going up town anyivay. Hey, Mary, come on, let’s go up street!
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