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I HE SALEMITE
Friday, May II, 1934.
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EdUor-in-Chief Susan Calder
AxsUtant Editor Miriam Stevenson
Assistant Editor Sara Ijndsay
Associate Editors—
Mary Penn Gertrude Schwalbe
Mary Absher Cortlandt Preston
Mary Ollie Biles Kathleen Adkins
Martha Binder Elizabeth Jerome
Elizabeth Gray Mary E. Reeves
ftpecial Reporters—
Mary Louise Haywood
Mary Elizabeth Dobbins
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
Vireulation Manager..U&vtha. Schlege
Ant .Cir. Mgr ..Florence Ledbetter
MEMORIAL DAY
The custom of decorating the sol
diers’ graves originated in Columbus,
Mississippi, where the women decorat
ed the graves of both the Union and
the Confederate soldiers. In May,
1868, General John A Logan, then
commander of the Republic, innaugu-
rated the hope that it would be kept
up from year to year while a surviv
or of the war remained to honor the
memory of those who died. The feel
ing of both the North and the South
concerning Decoration Day has found
expression in Finch's beautiful poem.
The Blue and the Gray.
Memorial Day has now become not
only a day of remembrance of our
sldiers who died in defense of their
country, but of our friends and rel
atives who have gone before. The
flowers we place above their graves
are outward expression of the love
and esteem we have for them. While
for many years we had only soldiers
of the Civil War to hold in loving re
membrance, we now honor the mem
ory of those American soldiers who
died in the Spanish-American War
and also those who died in the World
War. The day is now a legal holiday
throughout most of the states. Be
cause flowers bloom earlier in the
southern part of the country, an ear
lier date is usually observed there.
May 30 is the day observed in the
North. April 26 is observed by many
southern sates; North and South
Carolina have designated May 10 as
Decoration Day.
Among the tributes to the fallen
heroes of the wars, is one by W. T.
Sherman:
“We know that all over this broad
land this Memorial Day has been
dedicated to the beautiful custom of
decorating with earth’s fairest and
freshest flowers the graves of the
patriotic men who died that we might
possess in peace a united country and
a governm«jnt jwortfh having. The
fragrance of these flowers rising to
heaven from such altars can not but
prove an acceptable peace-offering at
the throne of Him who holds in His
hands the destiny of all people.”
Henry Ward Beecher has expressed
a similar tribute:
“Every mountain and hill shall have
its treasured name; every river shall
keep some solemn title; every valley
and every lake shall cherish its hon
ored rgister; and till the mountains
are worn down, and the rivers forget
to flow; till the clouds are weary of
replenishing springs, and the springs
forget to gush and the rills to sing,
shall their names be kept fresh with
reverent honors which are inscribed
upon the book of National Remem
brances.
LIMELIT
Several new faces have been caught
by our spotlight during the last week.
Among them are the bright and shin
ing countenances of some of our hith
erto shy and retiring co-eds. These
gleaming personalities appeared in
striking array at the I. R. S. affair
at the gymnasium Saturday night.
And did you hear what the villainous
creatures had planned to do? I was
told that they had congregated over at
Gooch’s drug store at eight o’colck
with a well-constructed plot to crash
what they though was to be a dull
and gloomy hen party (—’til they
came to the rescue!!). Imagine their
chagrin, embarrassment and disap
pointment when they found that they
didn’t even hafta crash!! Once they
were established, however, they re
ceived what was probably the grand
est rush of their young lives. One
suave and mustached surgeon-to-be
became so involved that he couldn’t
even elope (to the campus) with his
post-grad lady-love. The littls blonde
cherub from the music department
found a number of the fair high-school
guests fighting for honors from his
shrine. And the gentleman of the
faculty—!!! We pause to wonder if
even Garnelle’s rushes at Davidson
could compare with Mr. McEwen’s
rush Saturday night!! I had a time
counting three every time I wanted to
break—and the fifth or sixth time I
broke on Mr. Curlee, he asked why I
hadn’t been around before!! You can
take that for a slam on me, or his
memonry—or as it was meant—an in
dication of Arlee’s popularity.
Back to the co-eds—they tell me
that a famous Salem violinist—well,
we’ll call it admiration—for a certain
Sophomore piano major—and—tho’
I found later that it was nothing ser
ious, I was completely floored when
I saw another musical co-ed trip into
the balcony Friday night with an in
tellectual blonde (yeah—both) day-
student who is particularly brilliant
in English lit. and Psychology.
And speaking of the Davidson con
cert, it seems that Cokey’s prediction
concerning the Davidson finals and
sitting on the front row was quite
effective. Anyway, there was a good
ly collection of would-he aspirants
lined across the front bench.
We wonder where Francis Hill Nor
ris got that mamoth corsage she’s
been flaunting around this week-end.
Could that have any connection with
Allan’s appearance at Salem Sunday
night. And while we’re wondering,
let’s wonder when I’m gonna stop
this rambling and figure my harmony.
And now th^t I’ve stopped—^let’.s
wonder what exciting tricks you chil
dren can think of to do for the bene
fit of this noble column. Do I hear
any excitement being aroused? There’s
no use to waste all this electricity
flashing on empty spaces.
THE JOURNALISTIC
SLANT
A has-been college editor, at pres
ent teacher of the fifth grade in a
mountain rural school, lays aside the
red pencil and grade book to reflect
on a subject more pleasant than un
corrected test papers. It was just
a year ago that my thoughts were
centered about headlines, editorials,
and balanced front pages. This pres
ent life of school bells and lesson
plans is a far cry from the ambitions
with which the Al-Cri once inspired
me. I wonder if my eight years of
newspaper work in high school and
college will ever prove useful to me,
a graduate. School teachers read
newspapers; they don’t write for
Air castles of sensational writing
that I once cherished have been ex
ploded by the TNT of reality, and the
deprssion has crushed the remnants.
Yet I find myself grateful for my
newspaper experience, though I be
a school teacher the rest of my days.
Journalism gave me Journalistic
Slant: the particular attitude toword
events and personalities that only a
journalist possesses. While a poet
may gloat over his superior ability to
see beauty in rain drops, an artist
over his eye for color, I can find in
terest in mere incidents because they
are news. Instinctively I form leads
and headlines for them in my mind,
until my day spreads into rows of
galley type.
Journalistic Slant makes heroines
of my two brave pupils who row
across a river and travel seven miles
to attend school. It delves into the
history and folk lore of my locality.
It keeps me alert to my surroundings.
Very concretely, it caused me to buy
a second-hand typewriter instead of
a new winter coat.
Even though I never write another
column of copy, the fact that my
hands (and ears and elbows) have
been stained with printers’ ink has
permanently given me journalistic
Slant. The attitude is priceless.
I —Josephine Courtney.
REVELATIONS OF A
CRYSTAL BALL
Of course you thought that the crys
tal ball which Magician Jane Rond-
thaler carried in the May Day pageant
was a fake. Well, you were wrong,
for it was the genuine think, guaran
teed to see all and know all for those
who say the magiv words. A certain
nosey cluck on Salem campus, while
fooling with the mysterious globe the
night after the pageant, happened to
mumble the correct syllables, and did
she get results!
Before her astonished gaze, one vis
ion after another of her schoolmates
passed with amazing clearness in the
magic ball.
First appeared a vision of Zina
Vologodsky, who, still bedecked in the
jeweled costume of Catherine the
Great, had slipped back down on low
er campus to the deserted stage. She
was doing her dance again for the
benefit of a certain Mr. Dunn, well-
known man-about-town, who watched
the performance in rapt adoration.
Next came a vision of Rachel Car
roll seated in a rumble seat with a
handsome blonde Yankee. He, poor
soul, was struggling nobly to teach
her to pronounce his name correctly,
and she, meanwhile, was explaining
that the porcelain filling in one of her
front teeth hindered her efforts.
Then, came a picture of Lesley-pie
Cobb, famous photographer and lover,
attempting to make Ghandi Nall, still
clothed in sheet and mustache, stand
motionless long enough for him to
snap her picture. But the disguised
and disgusted blonde in question, in
sisted upon turning her head at the
crucial moment to look for a star,
while she murmured audibly,
“Star light, star bright.
First star I see tonight.
Wish I may, wish I might
Have a floated dope tonight.”
Next in the ball appeared a vision
of the beauteous May Queen, herself,
trying with fiery eloquence to pene
trate the worshipful trance into which
Mr. “Turk” Holderness had fallen the
moment she had appeared in all her
queenly glory to ascend the throne,
and out of which state he seemed un
able to snap.
Then, folowed in quick succession,
a number of interesting visfous, but
perhaps another reporter with her
lime light will disclose those revela
tions of the crystal ball which we must
omit for lack of space.
SALEM ALUMNAE
RETURN
Many of the Salem College Alumnae
were here for May Day. Among these
were the following:
Mary Mitchell Norman, Mooresville,
1932; Nina Hoffman, Mount Airy,
1932; Edith Claire Leake, Mount Airy,
1932; Eleanor Idol, High Point, 1932;
Mary B. Williams, Wilmington, 1933;
Wanna Mary Huggins, (Mrs. Charles
McAnally), Leake.sville, 1933; Louise
,Williams Love, Business class of 1929;
Nina Way Credle, Washington, N. C.,
1933;Matilda Mann, Whitakers, N. C.,
1933; Sara Bell, Charlotte, 1927; Jen
nie Wolfe Stanley, Charlotte, 1927;
liucille Reid Fagge, Leaksville, 1926;
Mae Hairston3, Wenonda, Va., 1927;
Anne Hairston, Wenonda, Va., 1929;
Ruth Hairston, Wenonda, Va., Acad
emy; Virginia Martin, Mt. Airy, 1930;
Sara Graves, Mt. Airy, 1932; Cam
Boren Boone, Greensboro, 1929; Eliz
abeth Transou, Greensboro, 1927;
Martha Dortch Belote, Goldsboro,
1928; Sara Jetton, Davidson, 1935;
Mary Ix)uise Fuller, Lumberton, 1935.
Mary Louise Fuller, Lumberton, 1935;
Elizabeth Allen Armfield, Asheboro,
1931 ;Eva Hackney Hargrave, Lexing
ton, 1931; Ella Raper Timberlake,
Lexington, 1927; Rachel Phillips
Hayes, Lexington, 1927; Nona Raper,
Lexington, 1929.
A PROMISING
MUSICIAN
Kenneth Bryant, who assisted Fran
ces Suttlemyre in her graduating re
cital last week, was given a high
rating recently by the National Music
Supervisors Association which he at
tended in Chicago. He has sung num
erous times in Chapel Hill and Salis
bury. At present he is singing in the
Reynolda Church choir. He is a na
tive of Winston-Salem and is the son
of Mr. and Mrs. Tom Bryant.
VESPERS
In Vespers on Sunday evening, May
6, 1934, Dr. McDonald talked on
“Character and Hersonality.” j His
talk was one of the most interesting
ones we have heard this year. He
pointed out how essential it is to have
character, and what a great asset it
is for one to have a good personality.
If you are not attending Vespers reg
ularly, think what you have missed
by not hearing Dr. McDonald, and
come next time.
HAPPY LANDINGS
{Lucy Martin Currie)
A low throb filled the blackness of
the night. Instantly the restless toss
ings on tbe bed ceased, and the angu
lar form of Miss Janet Simpson dart
ed across the room to the window
seat. With one hand she deftly push
ed up the window screen, while with
the other she snatched up a filmy
white scarf, lying in readiness on the
sill, and waved it wildly out into the
air. Then, leaning far out until her
tight little pig tail swung over one
flanneled shoulder, she fixed her rapt
eyes on a red speck that moved stead
ily across blue space and whispered
softly, “Happy landings. Rock! Hap
py landings!”
Life and love had left Miss Janet
Simpson severely alone. She was, as
the whole town agreed, an old maid
at birth—cut and stamped. And she
herself, from the time when at fifteen
she had peered weak-eyed ;^t the
world through horn-rimmed spectacles
till the time when she received a
gold watch in recognition of her thirty
years of faithful service in the filing
office of the Hinson Department
Store, had elevated her boney nose
and had snorted through it with dis
gust at the mere suggestion of any
thing bordering on sentiment or ro
mance.
Not long after the incident of the
watch, however. Life set out on an
unexpected stunt flight. To be very
brief about it—Miss Janet fell in
love. There were no half measures
aboill it, either; she was in just as
deeply and completely as any little
seventeen year old girl. It happened
this way: the town of Anson, sur
prisingly enough, was included in the
new air mail route, and each night at
2 A. M. the air mail zoomed over.
Naturally everybody was wildly ex
cited over the forging of this very
modern link with the outside world.
Always the conversation topics of any
gathering wheeled around the mail
plane and its pilot with an inevitable
regularity. As was to be expected.
Miss Janet humphed and snorted in
her usual manner about the whole ex
citement. Then one day an article
appeared in the paper paying tribute
to the pilot—“Rocket” Ransom he
was, “Rock” for short. And as Miss
Janet read of that blue-eyed, fair
haired boy who through wind and
snow, rain and fog piloted the plane
alone and unafraid, her breath quick
ened and something seemed to squeeze
at her starved old heart. That night
Miss Janet, against her better judg
ment, sat up for the plane, and each
night after that 2 A. M. found her at
the window. That tiny red speck, rid
ing high in the lonely dark, came to
hold for her all the romance and
youth and breathless adventure that
Fate had choked out of her life.
There was no doubt about it, Miss
Janet was in love.
The good people of Anson knew
nothing about it. Perhaps a few no
ticed a kind of wonder in Miss Jan
et’s near sighted eyes, an abstracted
dreaminess in her manner. One or
two even went so far as to comment
about the unmistakable signs of
sleeplessness in her leathery face.
But old maids are notoriously unpro
ductive of excitement, so for the most
part people went their casual ways
and soon forgot any mild wonder that
may have been aroused.
Miss Janet, however, was living at
last. She passed through the day like
a sleep walker—her secret hugged to
her heart. At night she tossed rest
lessly on the bed till the time for her
rendezvous drew near and then list
ened breathlessly for the first throb
of the motor. With it began the few
brief moments when there was no one
in the whole world but Rock and
herself—he sped on through thfe night
by her love and pride.
Tonight, as always. Miss Janet fol
lowed that red spark with excited,
proud eyes. Long she waved the
white scarf—as jauntily as any fair
maid of tournament days. As she
opened her lips for the last “happy
landings” however, a scream forced
tis way out instead. The red spark
had faltered, steadied, faltered again
and then had shot with the speed of
a falling star to the earth. An in
stant burst of flame on the northern
horizon marked its landing.
Next morning, citizens of Anson,
hurrying north to view the wreck and
the charred body, discovered another
gruesome tragedy. The body of Miss
Janet Simpson, clothed in a long
flannel night gown, hung grotesquely
just inside her bedroom window. Tied
tightly about her neck and to the
curtain rod above was a long filthy
white scarf.
(NSFA)—Approximately one-third
of all students attending Columbia
' University are receiving scholarships
to aid them in financing their educa
tion.—Johns Hopkins News-Letter.
ACADEMY HOUSE
PARTY
This past weekend while we were
busy with our own houseparty, our
“sisters” across the way were enter
taining also.
The girls arrived on Saturday in
time for lunch. After lunch there
was a ride through the city, then a
swim, then May Day, a picnic supper,
and last, but not least, by any means,
a dance.
Sunday the girls went to church and
Sunday afternoon most of tliem left
to go back home. I’m sure the girls
had a grand time and we hope to see
many of them over there next year.
A list of the girls is as follows:
Julia Preston, Washington, D. C.;
Peggy Christian, Washington, D. C.;
Lily Robertson, Wilmington, N. C.;
Peggy Davi^ W:iln>ingt(j(n, N. C,;
Sara Beall, Charlotte, N. C.; Eliza
beth Hatcher, High Point, N. C.;
Carol Stewart, Raleigh, N. C.; Betty
Scott, Burlington, N. C.; Cramer Per-
cival, Fayetteville, N. C.; Catherine
Johnson, Winston-Salem, N. C.; Jane
Norwell, Salisbury, N. C.; Evalyn
Snivley, Winster Haven, Fla.; Mary
Thomas, Knoxville, Tenn.; Mildred
Parks, Asheboro; Margaret Foard,
Lenoir, N. C.; Betty Waldron, Greens
boro, N. C.; Annie Lee Pritchett,
Davidson, N. C.; Margaret Old, Nor
folk, Va.; Margaret Smith, Coopers,
Va.; Nancy CJarkef '^ranklinville;'
Mary Grier, Charlotte, N. C.; Polly
Guerranb, .Qallowaij, Va.; V5rg(inia
Baxter, Charlotte, N. C.; Mary Turner
Willis, New Bern, N. C.; Lucretia
Davidson, Charlotte, N. C.; Margaret
Deems, Berlin, Md.; Sally Dennis,
Berlin, Md.
SPORTS HO!
Spring brings with it a call for the
out-of-doors and for activity. Sev
eral sports are now well under way
in and around the campus.
Next Friday afternoon at 4:00 the
Annual Riding Meet will be held at
the riding ring. Riders will be di
vided into first and second class ac
cording to experience. Besides the
cup, there will be awards for the win
ners of each class. Those entering
are: Grace Carpenter, Elizabeth Gray,
Morgan Hazen, Jane Brazelton, Josie
Chase, Jannette Hughs, Florida
Graves, Billy Stroud, Lucille Klein,
Lucy James, Julia Lee Little, Martha
Ledbetter, Janith Jackson, Babbie
Way; Nine Henderson, and Mary
Brown. To ride, is not the only es
sential qualification for a riding meet
—spectators are especially invited.
Several weeks ago there was an ad
on the bulletin board inquiring about
a tennis tournament. McArn is to be
congratulated in her finding of the
“lost”. Last fall Cornelia Maslin and
Mavis Bullock 'were the victors in the
fr*hme,n semiHlnals wh>le , Marian
Hadley and Margaret Wall were the
winners in the upper class tournament.
The champion of the campus still re
mains a question. ■ Tlie line-up for
the spring tournament is as follows:
Singles— Maslin vs. Wall; Tuttle
vs. Pollock; Scales vs. Reece; Ward
vs. Bullock; Graves vs. Marx; Nolan
vs. D. Graves; Rawlings vs. Iladley.
Doubles—Sharp and Schwalbe vs.
Bullock and Fraley; Best and Scales
vs. D. Graves and F. Graves.
After poring and sweating over your
studies, come down and take a good
old refreshing swim. You may even
get credit as well as jolly good fun
for this. Cortlandt Preston is in
charge of the pool and is glad to help
you—from beginning to learn your
first kick to high brow and fancy
diving. Go down to see her some time.
Her hours are: 2:30-3:30—beginners;
3:30-4:30—Academy girls; 4:30-5:30—
Advanced swimmers.
(NSFA)—To finish every course
offered at the University of Minneso
ta, working at the rate of 17 credits
per quarter, the average man would
spend 503 years.—Aquin.
^ (NSFA)—Censorship of The Daily
Cardinal and a purging of dangerous,
“radical”, elements from the universi
ty administration and faculty at the
University of Wisconsin has been de
manded by the alumni association of
that school. The group seeks the re
moval of all persons of liberal lean
ings on the staff of the Cardinal and
would like a paper handled by a
“backwoods mentality”. — Syracuse
Daily Orange.
VOTE OF THANKS
To Mrs. W. G. Jerome and to Mrs.
M. L. Pollard, mother and grand
mother, respectively, of the well-
known “Libby”, we wish to extend a
thousand thanks for invaluable ser
vices rendered. To them, the College
owes a great part of the success of
the May Day pageant, for they vol
untarily designed and made the beau
tiful and attractive costumes worn by
the numerous characters taking part
in the play. ,