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Wednesday, October 31, 1934.
Member Southern Inter-Collegiate
Published Weekly by the Student
Body of Salem College
$2.00 a Year :: 10c a Copy
Editor- In-Chief Cortlandt Preston
Senior Feature Editors:—
Mary Elizabeth Reeves (Exchange)
Emma Wargo (Chapel)
Anna Ray Fogle
Mary Louise Haywood
Mary Lib Dobbins
Business Manager Agnes Brown
Adv. Manager Susan Rawlings
Exchange Mgr. Virginia Key Council
Mary Coleman Henderson
Circulation Mgr Rachel Carroll
Ass't Cir. Mgr Mary Ruth Elliot
DR. JACKSON’S TALK
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE)
black horse .
The bitter cry of prejudice and
hatred and revolt that Tom Watson
The messianic look of the lame and
saintly Maude Hoyden.
The eloquence of William Jennings
Henry Irving as Hamlet.
Julia Maryowe as Portia.
Maude Adams as Peter Pan.
J. Pierpont Morgan passing the
collection plate—so natural and ef
The handshake of Calvin Coolidge.
Christie Mathewson pitching his
Charles Brantley Ayeock pleading
at the bar.
The hawk-nosed, one eyed, pitch-
forked Ben Tilman.
The lofty Lodge.
The arrogant Aldrick.
Pink-whiskered, be-spatted Jim
Ham Lewis. '
Charlie Chaplin astride the hood of
a war-time automobile.
“I have been especially interested
in the unique or distinctive qualities
of great men and -women. Julius
Caesar was dual-minded; he could
write and talk on entirely different
subjects at one time and do both
Cliarlemagne could write only his
William the Conqueror made his
mark with the point of his sword.
Napoleon was not a Frenchman;
he could live with less sleep than
Buskin and Dumas were negroes.
Frederick the Great, although the
richest monarch in Europe, wore
patched clothes; he had a flat head
and refused to take a bath at all
Peter the Great was six feet, six
inches tall and liked to behead peo
ple with his own hand; he beheaded
Queen Elizabeth boxed the ears
of those she disliked and tweeked
the noses of her favorites.
Hamilton was born of unmarried
Thomas Jefferson boot-legged rice
Robert Morris served a jail-sen-
tence in Murphy.
Daniel Webster wouldn’t pay his
Clay was a gambler.
Robert E. Lee slept in church.
Calvin Coolidge smiled once.
Emerson liked pie for breakfast.
’ROUND AND ABOUT
WITH THE SOPHS
This could have been home going
week-end at Salem and I can give
you my reason why, with dozens of
us girls going like mad. Ethel
J. who went down to dear old Fay
etteville, Little Jo (Whitehead) to
Eocky Mount, Jane Crow to Mocks-
ville, Frances Meduns to New Bern,
Bonnie Jean Shore to Rural Hall,
Tee Little to Ansonville, Martha
Nolen to Belmont, Nanny Miller to
Kinston, and Mary Ruth Elliot to
Sara Thompson went up to Lynch
burg and her love Lou was to come
down to see her, we hope he did or
tears will be shedl
Even if Jenny Gaddy and Lib
Rankin did sleep till 12 o’clock Sun
day morning they got ready in time
to keep their dinner engagement.
Girls, be more sure of the alarm
clock in the future.
Bessie Lou Bray went home with
Tee Little for Saturday and Sun
Cordelia Lassey sped home, Lynch
burg, Va., Saturday after classes.
Tutter Daniel was the luckiest one
to get down to see Carolina and
State tie the game Saturday after
noon over in Chapel Hill.
Marianna Hooks couldn’t let the
week-end go past with out her visit
to the hill, and she kept up the
record by going down Saturday.
Madline Smith kept Julie Lee
company on her trip home Saturday.
“Home Sweet Home” was the
theme song of Nancy McNeely,
Wilda May Yingling, Corine Pate
and Bessie Reed Ship over the week
We who were left here holding the
bag had much fun down at the
Senior’s open house Saturday night.
FAR AWAY ALUMNA
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE)
their friends and my friends con
tinue their visits, so I hardly ever
have a dull minute.
I miss American people an awful
lot, by the way. We have some
American friends here, but not
many. Not so long ago a couple
from Hawaii was passing through
here and stopped for a week or two.
We had them , at our house several
times and I explained that I was
just trying to repay all the kindness
I enjoyed in America. The other
day I heard au American on the
street. I knew he was a visitor,
for he had his Kodak, dark glasses
and all the rest of the attributes of
tourists. I nearly stopped him right
there, but at the last minute I lost
I suppose I have to end now, but
not without wishing you all the very
best and my thoughts are with you.
My best regards to Miss Riggan
and all the faculty.
To those who would like to send
Zina a Christmas card may this
serve as a reminder that it is time
to jnail them to the following ad
Miss Zina Vologodsky,
26 Lavyanskaya Street,
“Biography also is the easy and
pleasant avenue that leads to every
inviting field of thought and emotion
and action. There are friends for
every mood, for every fancy, for
every want. Here you may select
the choicest company the world af
fords, and you may select the par
ticular phase of that company that
“So this morning I give you a bid
to the fraternity of illustrious men,
whose comradeship is excellent, and
whose club house is walhalla Hall
of all the mighty men and women
who have lived and loved and
wrought in all our yesterdays.”
Gone again! Pat Padrick and
Fanny Hill Norris took off on their
regular week-end jaunt. They were
to stop by Carolina on their way
down to Raleigh and State.
There were many home goers this
week-end and among the list were:
Margaret Ward, Rocky Mount; Dot
Moore, Thomasville; Julie Lee Little,
Ansonville; and Betty Tuttle, Leaks-
ville. I know they gave the home
towns a pleasant surprise!
Prances Adams went over to
Greensboro for the week-end and I’m
not the only one who is wondering
Martha Binder’s sister Edith, spent
the week-end over in Bidding, and
Sara Johnson’s sister from David
son, also was here for the week-end.
“Oh, you should see my wedding
dress!” says Florence McCanless.
No it isn’t really hers, even if that
would not be a surprise, but she was
in her friend’s wedding up in South
Boston, Va., Thursday night. Well,
Florence maybe you will be the bride
What hidden attraction did Greens
boro hold for the Seniors this past
week-end? Ask Isabell Richardson
and she might be able to tell you.
“ ‘The time has come,’ the walrus
‘To speak of many things:
Of walks—and hats—and evening
Of new couffeures—and rings;
And why the mouse is when he spins
And if we should have kings.’
Two young ladies walked by.
All eagerly he looked:
Lucy her shoulders gently turned
At each step she tooked.
MeArn beside her strode along
She couldn’t be mistooked.
Two others followed them
And then another yet;
Bushy wore a cap of plaid
To greet he? let det;
Nancy in green plays Robin Hood
On Cramer’s head a sailor’s set.
The happy walrus looked at her,
But never a word he said;
The happy walrus winked his eye
And shook his heavy head,
The new May Queen came strolling
A beauty in gold, and black, and
O, everyone come look with me
The walrus did beseech;
A pleasant sight, unusual, too.
Upon the heads of each.
The bangs of Janie, Jean and Pran
’Most to their eyebrows reach.
The walrus with his heavy head
Looked on a while or so
And then he rested on a rock
And all the other things he saw
I trow you’ll never know.
Could it have been homesickness
or was it just the end of six weeks
that sent the reshnien home! The
students, affected mostly by this
certain thing and hurried home
were: Cramer and Dot, Fayetteville;
Prances Cole and Cornelia Wolfe,
Charlotte; Edith Rose, Rocky
Mount; Lillian Smith, Cooleemee;
Helen Hodges Carrow and Virginia
Lee to Kinston; Coco Henderson,
Franklin, N. C.
Lelia Williams and Idaliza Dunn
attended another football game this
week-end at Chapel Hill. We hear
that they had better luck in transpor
tation this time. Probably because
Margaret Briggs and Frances Alex
ander went with them.
Ella Lynch Crockett from Queens
College was the week-end guest of
Rebecca Brame’s sister from North
COMIC HOPERA STILL
The market’s rising, girls—going
up, up, up till it almost busts! “The
Ring of the Need-a-Lungs” sold
last week at only twenty-five cents
royalty, but high light, sky light
“Robinson’s Trousseau” threatens
to go for every bit of fifty cents.
Well, the sky’s the limit and the
cast can take it, even if the the
pieces have to be caught in the
While we’re on this musical roy
alty subject, the market could open,
and the curtain rise on Fish Friday,
Wife Saturday, Baby Sunday (poor
little thing playing in the back yard,
at home who was Salemite-ly insert
ed only to complete the weak-end!
Monday Carroll, Tuesday Carpen
ter, Wednesday Morris, or Thursday
Adams, and the ticker would still
tickle. The horrid, haggledy sea
hag, epitome of nastinity and de
cayed gums that she was, bewilder
ed, head clutching, obedient little
honey bunny, lovely-dovey newly
wets. Bill and Coo, not to mention
aide-kick, Alice-Blue-Goon, those
Saturday chasing after Pish Friday,
and those hoochie koochie cannon
balls can play for my stakes any
day—and I’d even go for their but
ter boy bars as margins, should they
appear! Those cannon balls ever
more eyeballed too—that practice
teachers even rated bids for high
school dates after the big rise in
The market may have crashed in
’29, but it’s soaring now and the
millionair-esses—opera company is
still on the map—pardon me, mar
THE SALEM ANNUALS
PAST AND PRESENT
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE)
book printed without Academy sec
Louis XIV book. Editor: Miss
lizabeth Dowling; Business Manager:
Miss Martha Dortch. They wanted
something nice; had money in the
treasury, so they decided to have
Louis XIV, and it is in the British
museum today. The edges of the
book look old; the gilting at top is
old-looking; even the pages are
made to look yel!owed-with-age.
Book opens with the scene of the boy
king going to his Coronation. It
is an ornamental book. The views
are imitation pencil sketches. Instead
of calling the different classes
Freshmen, and etc., they called them
“Blues,” “Reds,” “Greens,” etc.
The idea came from a new school
system in England which had just
started. The book mark is of wide,
gold ribbon attached to the book
and has a Salem seal on it. Two
colors were used in the pictures;
statistics frame done in French
print, and gold sheets are inserted
between each picture. All are very
pretty. Student art work ended with
Editor: Margaret Hauser; Business
Manager: Helen Johnson. Some
people wonder why the book ever
came to be. The editor wanted class
colors used; therefore red and
black were used throughout the book.
In statistics the girls are dressed to
reiJresent various periods of the col
lege: Civil War girl at Sister’s House
with flag is one example. Old and
new buildings of the same business
firms presented. Featured natural
istic views of the campus.
Tree Book. Editor: lEoise Vaughn;
Business Manager: Bernice Martin.
Prime part of book—Trees, Athletic
sections have letters done in the
form of bent trees. Gift copies'
covers in gold.
The Parade of the Wooden Soldier.
Editor: Ernestine Thies; Business
Manager: Mary Ayers Payne. Book
bound in blue, but gift copies in
white. Seniors had theirs bound in
white. In the front there is a line
of soldiers one of which has stepped
Wilkesboro spent Friday night at
Ginger Piper has already acquired
the Halloween spirit according to
the girls on first floor. “Oooh-ooh,
I’m a Ghost” is her favorite song
at the present time.
out of line to have an officer pin
a medal on him. Dedicated to
Bishop Rondthaler. Seniors on pa
rade in statistics wearing different
athletic costumes and in different
Lavendar and Old Lace. Editor:
Beulah Zachary; Business Manager,
Nina Hoffman. Lavendar ribbon
hangs from it with a tiny bag of
lavendar on the end. The lavendar
eaine frdm' near AsTieviDe, N. C.
Statistics represent ^ay 90’s. Deco
ration a# top of each page is of lace.
Gold lace sheets between each page,,
Pickaninny in the Cotton. Editor:
Louise Brinkley; Business Manager:
Ghilan Hall. Wanted something dif
ferent—something light. Art done
by “Bug” Roach, and R. C. A.-
Victor artist. Lived in Louisville,
Ky., and knew what he was doing
on negro subject. Cover done in
natural cotton cloth with pictures of
cotton and negroes on the outside.
Dedicated to Mrs. Rondthaler. Un
derneath her picture are Picka-
ninnys, dressed in best attire, going
to the dedication. Cotton back
grounds for pcitures. On the front
page of statistics, a negro girl is sit
ting at a cracked mirror, pondering
her face with corn starch. End
says “Is’e Done.”
Sights and Insights. Editor: Eliza
beth Leak; Business Manager: Sarah
Horton. Done in black and white.
Dedicated to advertisers for first
time. Every cut in book is modern-
istically square. Definite theme—
Sights and Insights. Pictures of each
advertiser in his particular ad.
Annual wrapped in celophane and
put up in a black box.
“It is necessary to have one
thought and carry it through. It
makes our annual. Louis XIV is
best because it cost most. Other
schools want books like ours, but they
can only have them something like
ours. Now, to end the talk, I want
to step into the office for something
which might interest you.”
Whoops! Napkins, pop-corn balls
wrapped in oil paper, and tied with
green string. They were delicious!
Mr. Higgins certainly let one fair
co-ed chemist lure him to the right
kitchen, because Mrs. Higgins made
On a marble slab in the Proudfit
There lies in state a feline.
He sleeps there still by the window
And bathes his corpse in sunshine.
‘Twas but yesterday that I saw him
Outside of Pagle’s door;
But a Freshman wise saw that
And out of the gym he tore.
Around the track like a one-horse
The doom of Felix chased him;
With a baseball bat he kissed that
That cowardly blow erased him.
So they pickled his hide in formalde
A year his carcass floated;
And now he lies with ghastly eyes.
His cunning face is bloated.
His brow is sad and his smell is bad.
His counteiyince spieaks |def5^nce.
His blood is congealed; his fate is
He died for the sake of science.
—From the Rensselaer Polytechnic.
Peggy Brawley’s definition of a
soliloquy: a conversation between
Miss Lilly: “What does ‘homol
1st Freshman: “It’s something in
2nd Freshman: “It’s something
that eats something else.”
3rd Freshman: “I think it’s a
green, leafy vegetable.”
Mrs. Rondthaler entertained the
east of “Robinson’s Trousseau” at
dinner, Wednesday. Evidently she
took the cannonballs seriously when
they grunted “We want food!”