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Page TwOi THE SALEMITE Friday, March 2, 1934. ®t)e ^alemite Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association Published Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRIPTION PRICE f2.00 a Year :: lOe a Copy KDITORIAL STAFF or-in Chief Susan Caldei Associate Editors— Mary Penn (Jertrude Schwalbe Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston Mary Ollie Biles Kathleen Adljins 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....Jane Williams Exchange Manager .. Ruth McConnell Susan Rawlings Margaret Ward Dorothy Courtney Ruth Dickieson Agnes Brown Ann Taylor Circulation Manager..Martha Schlegel As4t .Cir. Mgr Florence Ledbetter COOPERATION Often on and off the Salem campus, we have heard discussions on the co operation and the friendliness between Salem students and faculty. Say what you please, it is unusual. In many institutions the students talk about the faculty and the faculty talk about the students, but they never try really to make friends with each other. Here there is a definite in terest on the part of teachers in pupil activities, and a special interest on the part of the students in faculty ac tivities. This interest was manifest to a great degree on last Saturday night at the Sophomore Ball. Mr. Campbell and Miss Vest as King and Queen of the Campus were a definite example of student admiration and interest. Tho contest was open to the entire student body and the faculty. Votes during the entire week tendered more to faculty names than to student names. However, there was great competition, and the Sophomores are to be greatly commended for their ex cellent idea for making money and having a good time at the same time. The pennies didn’t seen much when they were spent for individual votes, but when they finally amount to $50 they seem a fortune. The Seniors ad vise the Sophomores to save this until a time when they really need it. It will come in mighy handy. ON OUR SOCIAL LIFE During this year, in particular, since sororities are not at Salem, there lias been talk about a lack of social life. Of course, there are many sides to this question. Some hold that each person should be able to make her own social life. Others believe that a person’s social life depends entirely upon the number of parties and din ners she attends. When you com right down to the facts, a person’ social life depends on herself, but there must be a certain amount of en tertainment to make one feel that her social life really is social. We all love to dress up in long dresses trail about. Some of us won’t admit it, and others raise a terrible fuss when the real work of dressing starts, but the desire to appear as a lady of leisure and pleasure is inborn. I be lieve in wearing what you want to when you feel like it, but ther( those wlw wouldn’t wear a d dress to dinner unless everybody else I if they were literally dying to do it. In order to help solve the problem of when one should dress up and ap pear to be one of the four hundred at Salem, the Salemite has a sugges tion to make. This is a suggestion, not a command; and you may take it or leave it. We, however, feel that the suggestion is wise and, that, if folowed, it wil lead to new enjoyment here. On next Monday evening there will be a music recital by advanced stu dents and on Monday evenings be ginning very soon after that, graduat ing recitals will be held. Salem has a grand music department, but some of her A. B. and Science students don’t seem to realize. And now for suggestion: Don’t you think it would be nice to dress for dinner the nights of these recitals and then go over to Memorial Hall? We guarantee that you’ll have an enjoy able evening. Just let lessons go; take your time eating—most of us eat dinner in about twenty minutes— and then go enjoy music. If you an t want to wear a long dress, just at « clean collar on your Sunday ress and you’ll look grand. Monday night we can tell by looking : you whether you read the Salemite id whether you like your problems solved. This is really a good sugges- Try following it Monday night. IS THIS FAIR? Morning of all mornings when I had an aisle seat on the back row in chapel when I could have propped my arm on the arm of the seat and slept peaceably for an hour, Mr. Vardell had to dismiss Y P. M. KING ALBERT Albert the First, “the hero of the whole world,” as he was acclaimed by our Congress in 1919, was demo cratic to the last degree in his tastes and sympathies. He was first of all a man of duty and in his heroic per formance of it, the love and admira tion of all nations have been won. By this valor, which ignored perils, he placed freedom and glory on his The King was a man of the heights. He gave himself over supremely to the welfare of his people and with his keen insight, practical sense, and tact shared the hazard as the honor during the perilous years following he World War. His venturous going was quite in character with his her oic living. Throughout his life he dared all for freedom; he came to his death seeking the freedom of the mountains. He died on the heights, the heights of the mountains, and the heights of his country’s love and high esteem. ‘ LIMELIT The limelight is flashing rather slowly this week, for the operator, due to certain difficulties,’” is some- 'hat under the weather — weather hich caused “certain difficulties” or were they?) in Salem’s routine Jr two or three days. ’Twas evi dently weather fit for a king, how- judging from sights seen in -.^....rsville, Sunday night about nine o’clock. A curious collection it was— a secretary, a king, a singer, a teach- er,—’n’ I couldn’t tell what else- marooned under shelter of a filling station—lookihg for water—they told More things happened Sunday night, too—trouble is, we can’t prove anything. We do know the following facts, however—Miss Lawrence was stranded out at Miss Covington’s; the lights were out all over Salem; there were dates in Salem parlor—all of which, my dear children, should give any of our more imaginative genii sufficient background for a lovely bedtime story—Any who peeked in on M. S. and A. T. in Bitting Monday night might be able to spice the story up a bit—’Nuff said here^— F'unny thing happened to a certain tall blonde freshman basketball star last Monday. She jus’ couldn’t go gym, and she hated like everything to bother with going to the infirmary— 'twas impossible to take a cut, so s ehose the infirmary—and was lat informed that tthere was no gym ( Monday!!—Wotta life!! Was quite surprised to see the nui her of gentlemen who turned out for the Sophomore ball Saturday night and was even more surprised to see Dean Vardell tripping the light fan tastic to the strains of that horrible, disgraceful jazz!! Truth is, thi.s humble writer was muchly surprised, and very, very much relieved to note the full attenliance, generous voting, and high spirit preveleflit at 'the ■hole affair—and w-e hope to make the ball an annual event. Do I hear second to that motion? Jus’ can’t get over Susie Calder’s growing popularity with these ani mals called Cherokees—Don’t mistake my labeling them animals — ’cause they’re about the highest class crea- f their species in town. I’m told. W'cll — no news — no scandal — no gossip—’n’ the other lights are back on—so out with the limelight. By Annie S-ecret Willdoo Time: Last Monday Night Seen—by candlelight. Miss Lawrence (talking over telephone—only there wasn’t any at the time above stated): ‘^You say you can’t get back at al night ? ’ ’ Weekender: “No ma’am. The roads are too slick—trees are down all along the way.” Miss L.: “Can’t you come on i Weekender (happily): “No, i mother thinks it’s dangerous travel on the train when there i no signals running—No, I cai possibly get back till tomorrow next day.” Non-weekender from the dormitory, (rushing into the office): “M' Lawrence, ya’ got any more e: dies wandering around loose? I’ just gotta have one more!” Miss L. (distractedly to inrushing weekender): “I can’t allow but 0 im—I’n phone (only remember— there wasn’t really any phone): “What’s that, Miss Lawrence? Only one to a room? I have to share my bedroom with my sister. Isn’t that all right? And I was going to invite Mamie to spend the night, too ” Miss Lawrence (to weekender on phone) : “Oh, yes, of course, I was- n’t talking to you. Of course you may have just as many as you want in one room?” -Non-weekender (grabbing hands full of candles and starting gleefully out of the office): “ Thanks, Miss Lawrence, Gee you’re swell.” Miss L. (to Non-W.): “Come back • here, do you hear me? Come straight back here this minute!!” Wk-er (over phone): “But, Miss Lawrence, I told you—I can’t pos sibly—^If you want me to. I’ll get mother to talk to you—here she is, wait a minute—” Miss L. (to girl with stolen candles); “That’s selfish — you shouldn’l gra^. You^ know everybody has Puzzled girl’s voice (over phone) “Miss Lawrence, what are yov raving about? I’m not grabbing her. She’s right here beside me— Naturally I realize everybody has to have one but I can’t see that that has anything to do with min talking to you for a minute ove the phone—that’s not selfish. It' just common sense. Wait just minute till I call her—here, mom. ’ Girl with candles: “Now, Miss Law- but c •ay— . We e see w'hether we’r per or the shells- pecans—pitiful!) Miss L.: “Nuts?” Mother’s voice (c,. „ “Daughter, what kind of a dean is Miss Lawrence? She shouted, “Nuts” as soon as I picked up the phone—” Girl (takes receiver from her moth er): “Nuts to you, Miss Lawrence! Now mother, you can talk. Miss L. (horrified): “Why, what do you mean? Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk like that?” (aside to girl with candles—sternly) “Put down what you have in your hand, ^ and go straight to your ■Mother’s voice (astounded): “Pu down wha—??? my soul, the wo man’s demented—” Miss L. (still to girl with candles') “And remember, it’s neither nic( nor fair to take what rightfully belongs to someone else—even if you intend to keep it only for a night or two.” Mother’s voice ( now thoroughly ang ry); “My dear woman, my own daughter certainly belongs to me— and I’ll keep her at home as much and as long as I see fit.” (Slams receiver down in Miss Lawrence’s ear-) Miss L. (in a daze—speaking of the recent grand slam): “Well, I’ll be ... . shut up! ” Girl (still with candles—meekly) : “^es, ma’am—only I didn’t say word one,” (Exit with candles.) So life goes on uninterroptedly s,t Salem—just as it has ever since 1772 n during those “glazy days” had late in February, 1934, when the leaves came tumbling down, round our heads, and we ate 3u|>per 5:30, and didn’t do O/'cXi- lessons because the lights were out, and told ghost stories and played murder Instead. SAID THE FLY TO HER FLYLETS “Now all you little dears gather round,” began Granny Fly, in per fect Mrs Lindsay Patterson tones, ‘ ‘ and I ’11 tell you about the marvel ous trip I made to Chapel Hill with the gym teacher and six young girls from Salem College. Oh, it was a glorious adventure, children, and this is the way it happened: “I was tired of buzzing around the ceilings in the Sister’s House, waiting for Spring to come, so when I heard Miss ‘ At ’—pardon me, dears, but that’s such a darling nickname for that adorable little teacher that X must call her by it, as everyone else does—oh, where was I? Oh, yes, when I heard Miss ‘At’ talking about going to Chapel Hill to a con cert and a basketball game, I de cided to tour jJong, too, and have some fun So, dears, I flew down and found the most extraordinary hiding place in the fold in the top of her' brown hat—and stick there I did! Yes-sir-ree— until we returned to Salem at two o'clock in the morning! Well, I slept until we reached Cha pel Hill and woke up only when we were under the brilliant lights in, the Carolina Inn. Then I edged over to the top of ‘A’s’ hat—I saw little Mary Penn staring with her eyes and mouth wide open—why, dears, you would have though she was seeing Sir ‘ Shorty ’, with buckler and sword, coming toward her. As she gazed raptly at the tall, handsome, roman tic-looking (yes, that man might have been a Polish lover!) middle- aged man coming down the steps, Betty Tuttle cried, ‘Why don’t you ask Josef for his autograph if you’re interested in him?’ ‘Oh, Betty, how can you dare to so unladylike as to have the au dacity and the presumption to call that great celebrity by his first name! I would not dare to speak to him—why that would destroy the | romance!” And that poor little dear simply gazed with her heart in her eyes un till the handsome and celebrated pianist strode from the room. Frances Adams wanted to rush off to the game, but a summer sale of white shoes was evidently being held somewhere on the campus, and ‘Bushie’ and Janey, broke as they were, were so interested in the bar gains that they could not be pulled away. Why, honestly those two children recognized every pair of white shoes that walked into that inn, and they rushed up to seize the wearers, of the little white numbers and began to talk animatedly to them, completely ignoring the other girls in the party. The surrounding throng of boys soon grew so large and the other girls became so jealous that Miss ‘At’ was forced to drag the entire group off to see South Car olina simply -whitewash North Caro lina. The game didn’t interest me par- ticularly-after all, I was just a fly on a hat—but the girls had a won derful time. Jane Williams found a perfectly grand looking man with eyelashes— and oh, what eyelashes, my dears! They were simply mar- r-velous! But Jane—nice child that she is—let pensive Betty talk to him because she (Betty) couldn’t find a single red-haired man anywhere. Mary Penn fluttered her babyish eyes at the stranger on her right be cause ho "was short and small and looked romantically sad — she remembered her first „ college lad and that tall handsome pianist—and she day dreamed—i though it was night—during the of the game. A-nd now, little flylets, I must you about Miss ‘At’. She nearly went wild over those tall slim, hand some South 'Carolinians. Why, I doubt if she ’ recovered yet from that game and her amazement at the way those lanky boys took to their heels and pranced down the court. One fair young hero shot basket after basket, first with one hand and then, [uite as easily, with the other. At’ certainly had a grand t: that game—and that’s not all—But then: I know something I shan Ten little flies on a sugar shell! Anyway I really can’t tell you all that happened thta night, my dears, because those six girls are still try ing to find out about Miss ‘At’s’ mysterious date, and they might over hear me—and I certainly don" want ‘At’ down on my head! Oh, children, I almost forgot t^ tell you about Frances Adams and Dorothy Moore I was absolutely shocked and surprised at the way they acted during the game. They actually laughed and joked with a man who was prolutus vappa! (You who know your Latin ,as good chil dren should, will recognize that term. Thanks, Mr. Horace) I guess they ?n’t been out much. Then Dot absolutely boisterous at tho con cert. She woke me several times as* TARZAN AND THE ASPARAGUS TIPS (Continued from Last Week) Dear Miss Blake, The fireman’s act didn’t work be cause I couldn’t entice anyone to push Nancy (that’s her name—Nan cy, Nancy Blake. You two have something in common.) out of the window, and, besides, she’s aggra vated me so much of late that I might decide not to catch her, at the last minute. Nor did my Tar- zau number go over so largely, tho’ my mating call was rich and mellow, with a throbbing undertone of manly sincerity Our slieik has departed for Holly wood, praizallali. However, he per sists in sending flowers and his lat est photo every day. You couldn’t miss my bedonair, little queen on even the most crowd ed of subways She has green-grey eyes that smile even when she’s ang ry or hungry, and tantalizing black, black hair. I’ve never been able to decide whether it’s curly or just promiscuous. But, after all, a de tailed description isnit necessary. You’ll certainly know her if it’s ever your good fortune to cross her path. Pray for me like a pal, asshe’s promised to say yea or nay tomor- Tremblingly, Timothy he wan and weak em ployees might go out and buy a milk shake on credit, because I’ll send a check tomorrow, (but whether for ^ or the bracelet remains to be seen. Dear Miss Anna, Enclosed you will find the cheek for $275. the happiest man alive. Onr mutual and adorable friend Nancy has actually managed even a fervent •“ I'es,” so mamma’s wrist will go unadorned. She’s gorgeous! Hope you don’t mind my raving, but since you’ve taken such a sympathetic interest ill my future happiness, perhaps you won’t mind my infringing upon your kind attention a little longer. To continue—she’s a glorified edi tion of Claudette Colbert, with the vivacity of Hepburn. Time out, while I swing a mashie, and work off some of my uneontroll- lable exuberance. She’s perfection itself, except for the fact that she insists upon grow ing ehr fingernails to ungodly lengths, and the fact that she must have asparagus on toast every morn ing for breakfast. Don’t worry, though. I’ll soon bend her to my in domitable will with my giant strength. Good-bye and many thanks, Tarzan Hale Dear Miss Blake, I suppose you’re bowled over with irprise at hearing from me again. No doubt, you’ve entirely forgotten that I exist, as it’s been over a month since you received my trium phant good-bye letter, thanking you for your generous jidlvijee toward forwarding my matrimonial ^.spira- Yes, Nancy and I were mar ried. Notice the “were”. Upon arriving home tonight, I found a curt little note from her, announcing her exit from my life forever. Whether she ’a gone to wor ship at the shrine of that cow-eyed, second-rate movie idol, or to assist the aide-de-camp of the Secretary of Navy, I don’t know. Again, I ask you, what would you do? ^ Dear Mr. Halo, What thinkest thou I am? A yogi sorcerer, or something? Even the omnipotent D. Dix would have trouble diagnosing your marital ail ment and prescribing the proper rem edy, without knowing the cause, or causes, which brought on Queen Helen’s, or Nancy’s, or what have walk-out. r be it to pry into past, but I prescribe from a humble secretary I your unhappy wedded must probe in order to (To t fas giving fifteen rah’s and a ray for Mr. Lhevinne, and she had cold chills (from excitement, no doubt) all the rest of the evening. Well, dears, that was some trip—I slept all the way back, but I was so cold I was glad to creep back up to ;iling and rest, and I haven’t been off on any such tour since But oh, my dears, it was such a marvel- adventure! And now, children, finish your supper and let’s fly off bed.”
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