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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Wednesday, October 31, 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 Cortlandt Preston Associate Editors:— Elizabeth Gray Virginia Gamer Erika Marx Feature Editors:— Carolyn Diehl Jo Whitehead Senior Feature Editors:— Mary Penn Libby Jerome Martha Binder Margaret McLean Columnists:— Mary Elizabeth Reeves (Exchange) Emma Wargo (Chapel) Poetry Editor:— Margaret Wall Reporters:—* Louise Freeman Anna Ray Fogle Mary Louise Haywood Gertrude Schwalbe Martha Schlegel Ruth Kuykendall Sarah Ingram Libby Torrence Babby Way Mary Mathews Nancy Schallert Mary Lib Dobbins Margaret Calder Helen Smith BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Agnes Brown Adv. Manager Susan Rawlings Exchange Mgr. Virginia Key Council ADVERTISING STAFF Martha Nolan Virginia Fraley Mary Daniel Eloise Sample Mary Coleman Henderson Martha Coons Eleanor Matheson Louise Preas Circulation Mgr Rachel Carroll Ass't Cir. Mgr Mary Ruth Elliot DR. JACKSON’S TALK IN BRIEF (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) black horse . The bitter cry of prejudice and hatred and revolt that Tom Watson uttered. The messianic look of the lame and saintly Maude Hoyden. The eloquence of William Jennings Bryan. Henry Irving as Hamlet. Julia Maryowe as Portia. Maude Adams as Peter Pan. J. Pierpont Morgan passing the collection plate—so natural and ef fective. The handshake of Calvin Coolidge. Christie Mathewson pitching his famous fade-away. 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 well. Cliarlemagne could write only his name. William the Conqueror made his mark with the point of his sword. Napoleon was not a Frenchman; he could live with less sleep than anyone else. 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 times Peter the Great was six feet, six inches tall and liked to behead peo ple with his own hand; he beheaded his son. Queen Elizabeth boxed the ears of those she disliked and tweeked the noses of her favorites. Hamilton was born of unmarried parents. Thomas Jefferson boot-legged rice from Italy. Robert Morris served a jail-sen- tence in Murphy. Daniel Webster wouldn’t pay his debts. 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 AND JUNIORS 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 Durham 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 day. 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 end. We who were left here holding the bag had much fun down at the Senior’s open house Saturday night. FAR AWAY ALUMNA WRITES TO SALEMITES (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 my nerve. 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. Devotedly, Zina. 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 dress: Miss Zina Vologodsky, 26 Lavyanskaya Street, Harbin, Manchukuo. “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 you will. “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.” SENIOR “RUN ABOUTS” 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 why. 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 next time. 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. WALRUSISSMS “ ‘The time has come,’ the walrus said, ‘To speak of many things: Of walks—and hats—and evening gowns. 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 by, A beauty in gold, and black, and red. 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 ces A. ’Most to their eyebrows reach. The walrus with his heavy head Looked on a while or so And then he rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the other things he saw I trow you’ll never know. FRESHMEN HIGHLIGHTS 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 Martha O’Keefe. Rebecca Brame’s sister from North COMIC HOPERA STILL HOPPING 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 clothes basket. 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 prices! 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 ket! THE SALEM ANNUALS PAST AND PRESENT (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) book printed without Academy sec tion. 6th Book: 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 this book. 7th Book: 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. 8th Book: 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. 9th Book 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 the college. 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 settings. 10th Book: 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,, 11th Book: 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.” 12th Book: 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. Summary: “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 them. MR. CAMPBELL’S THEME SONG On a marble slab in the Proudfit Lab, There lies in state a feline. He sleeps there still by the window sill. And bathes his corpse in sunshine. ‘Twas but yesterday that I saw him play Outside of Pagle’s door; But a Freshman wise saw that coveted prize, And out of the gym he tore. Around the track like a one-horse hack, The doom of Felix chased him; With a baseball bat he kissed that cat; That cowardly blow erased him. So they pickled his hide in formalde hyde, 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 sealed— He died for the sake of science. —From the Rensselaer Polytechnic. Peggy Brawley’s definition of a soliloquy: a conversation between one j)erson. Miss Lilly: “What does ‘homol ogous’ mean?” 1st Freshman: “It’s something in the blood.” 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!”