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Page Four. THE SALEMITE Wednesday, September 19, 1934. THREE SPORTS IN FOUR ACTS (CONTINUED FROM PAGE TWO) J do. S. A.: Stand up straight and keep your feet together. You look about aa graceful as a calf on a tight rope. S. Y. T.: Can I help it if I’m still bowlegged from this morning’s ridet S. A.: Move, baby, and let me show you how this jack knife business is done. (Executes admirable dive and climbs out smiling triumphantly). S. Y. T.; (brightly) Well of all things. I’ve always wondered how you could cut the water like a knife. Do a jack knife, of course. Oh, George, don’t you dare throw me— blub—’ ANOTHER curtain OF WATER Act IV. Scene; Breakfast room of summer cottage of S. Y. T. Time: Morning after athletic day. Personae: Sweet young thing. Scene one and only. (Sweet young thing hobbles in painfully and seats herself in cush ioned chair . The phone rings and she rises torturingly to answer it). S. V. T.: (Unenthusiastically). Oh, hello. It’s you again. Go down to the lake this morning? Er—not to- DINING ROOM DESCRIPTION The conversation was decidedly strained, and consequently the en tire meal was a burden. Smiling at everyone in general aud nobody in particular, the hostess was asking a few conventional questions to the girl on her left, but all the time she was noticeably thinking up some thing polite and gracious to say to the one at the opposite end of the table. That particular one at the end was waiting expectantly for her question, sipping tea, holding her little finger stiff and her eyebrows in just the proper arch, and undoubtedly keep ing her mouth empty of food so. that she could answer promptly when it came. But the foe on the hostess’ left was a hard one to get by. She was a quietly pretty girl with a tearful boice, who never said any thing but yes or no and almost add ed ma’am to these. She was a day—mother promised to teach me to crochet this morning. I think it’s going to be one of my favorite sports this summer. CURTAIN OF ASBESTOS Freshman and kept her eyes on her plate during the dinner of which she did not eat more than three scant forkfulls. Across from her were two girls who had known each other since childhood, who had both been to college the year before, and who could not name correctly one-third of the student-body. They were talk ing confidentially to each other and would presently hurry back to their room to help each other prepare lessons for the next doy. There was a large blonde, whose hair was thick and healthy looking, ond whose plate was emptied before the others were half done. A left- lianded, fidgety Sophomore next to her was complaining in loud, quick words that the food was the rotten- est she had ever tasted. One little girl with bright brown eyes and ink stained fingers was thoroughly aware of the situation and was looking around the table with a quizzical expression, as though taking small humorous notes in her mind about every one present. This has no point inmoral. It’s mere description. Try it sometime yourself. “listen, my friend. No man can give himself heart and soul to one thing while in the back of his mind he cherishes a desire, or secret hope, for something very different. You, as a student, must know that even in worldly affairs, nothing worth while is accomplished except by that last sacrifice, the giving of oneself al together and finally. Since I made that final sacrifice, I have been twice the man I was before. ’ ’ Father Hector in "Shadows on the Rock.” —Willa Gather. The most appropriate saying we ’ve heard this season: “Summer romances. Summer not.” Read it and weep. We pay for dreams In waking out of them, and we forget z As much as needs forgetting. ‘ ‘ Tristram ’ ’ Edward Arlington Robinson. There are times when we cannot see one stej/ ahead of us, but five years late? we are eating and sleep ing somewhere. Chrepis — “The Wompji of Andros.” about 300 B. C. Qabby Qertie DEO. U. s. PAT. OFP. "Girls who 'no' a lot are thoH iwho know the most.” All who joy would win, must »hare it. Happiness was born a twin. tired qET cam^w WITH DOUGLAS E. JONES ’36-ENGLISH. Composition is hard work! “Doug” says: “When I feel played out, Camels give me a real snapback in energy.” YOU’LL ENJOY this thrilling response in your flow of energy! .Tobaccps—Turkish pnd “Even the greatest writers are supposed to find writing a hard task, and if you ever have to do any writing you know just how hard a time the rest of us, who don’t aspire to genius, have in express ing ourselves,” says Douglas E. Jones, ’36. ‘'Majoring in English, I put as much en ergy into writing as a man would use up in heavy physical labor. When I feel played out I smoke a Camel. Camels give me a real snapback in energy. They are so mild that I can smoke all I want without upsetting my nerves.” You, too, will like Camel’s matchless blend of costlier tobaccos. Mild — but never flat or "sweetish”—never tiresome in taste. You’ll feel like smoking more... and you need not hesitate about it! For with Camels, you will find that steady smoking does not jangle the nerves. CAMEL CARAVAN with Glen Gray’s Casa Loma Orchestra, Walter O’Keefe, Annette Hanshaw, and other Headliners—over WABC-Columbia Network. Tuesday, 10 p.m. E.S.T. — 9 p.m. I Thursday, 9 p.m. E.S.T.—Sp.m.C.S.T. CS.T.—8 p.m. M.S.T.—7 p.m. P.S.T. 1 —9:30 p.m. M.S.T. —8:30 p.m. P.S.T. ) BRIDGE EXPERT Shepard Barclay says: “Bridge calls for concentration. I smoke a Camel frequent ly, and feel refreshed and mentally alert again!” S. CAMEL’S Copyright. 1934. B. J. Beynolds Tob&eco Company
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