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Page Two. THE SA L E MIT E Wednesday, November 14, 1934. Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association Published Weekly by the Student Body of Salem College SUBSCRLPTIpN PRICE $2.00 a Yeajr :: 10c a Copy EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-ln-.Chlef. CortUndt Preston Associate Editor*:— ^fzabeth Gray Virginia Garner Erika Marx Feature Editor*:— Carolyn Diehl Jo Whitehead Senior Feature Editors:— Mary Penn Libby Jerome Martha Binder Margaret McLean Columnist*:— , x Mary Elizabeth Reeves (Exchange) Emma Wargo (Chapel) Poetry Editor:— Margaret Wall Reporter*:— 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 Agne* Brown Adv. Manager.—.— Susan Ruling* Exchange Mgr Virginia Key Council ADVERTISING STAFF Martha Nolan Virginia Fraley Mary Daniel Elolse Sample Mary Coleman Henderson Martha Coons Eleanor Matheson Louise Preas Circulation Mgr As»’t Cir. Mgr Jrlary Ruth Elliot This week’s issue of the paper was co-edited by Virginia Garner and Mary Elizabeth Reeves. TAKEN FROM SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETT LXXVI He Expresses Things We Would Like to Say in Such a Beautiful Manner Why is my verse so barren of new pride So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still one, ever the same And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name Showing their birth and where they did proceed? O, know, sweet love, I always write of you And you and love are still my argument; So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent. For as the sun is daily new and old So is my love still telling what is told. ON SPINACH Spinach is very disgusting, espec ially when we must eat it whether we like it or not. Many of us rebel; even the meekest will defend them selves if confronted with too many plates of the abominable stuff: But the merits of the hated weed cannot be denied, although its calory value may far exceed its tastiness. Some few, however, have been courageous enough to admit that they actually like itl So spinach can’t be as bad as its reputation would have it be. And that’s the unfortunate case of books, especially good books, which must always be persecuted by the terrible things people say about them. We don’t mean that books must be slandered before they reach greatness (quite often they deserve it), but frequently a reader is scared away by the awful name “classic,” or the revolting remark; that a book is ‘ ‘ dry. ’ ’ The comparison wiU seem absurd to those good people who hate J;he thought of spinach and love good books. Literary enthusiasts will shudder at the very thought of comparing Milton with a common garden vege table. We can’t blame them, but we can add that to some, spinach is the more preferable of the two. Seldom do we ]>eruse a book as an adventure. We are usually read ing for history or English parallel, 240 pages to be devoured in some forty frantic minutes. Soon we be gin to say, “What a bore this fel low must have been,” referring to Thomas Carlyle or what have you It is hard to sit down and concen trate on Carlyle’s works when there is a good movie showing in town. Personally, we know that we would enjoy the movie more, even if the literaturers do acclaim Carlyle the greatest writer of history who ever lived. And that brings us right back to the spinach again. If we have pudding for dessert, the spinach be comes less disagreeable. Why not try reading one afternoon and going to the movies another? Very soon we will be grateful for a pleasure that is not a terrific strain on the pocketbook .We may learn to enjoy reading with discrimination without tormenting ourselves. . Cultivating a taste for a certain dish is like rearing a child on cod liver oil; it’s a poor substitute for the real thing . We don’t have to cultivate a taste for reading; it’s already there, practically starving* PERIOD OF TRAINING BEGUN Two Athletic Points Awarded The Athletic Council has an nounced that training shall be ob served during the varoius sports’ seasons. If training is kept for the entire season of each sport, two ath letic points will be awarded each person. The training rules are as follows: 1. Get at least eight hours sleep each night. 2. Eat three regular meals a day. 3. No eating between meals, except fruit. 4. Drink no coffee or tea except for breakfast. Drink no coco cola or carbonated drinks. 5. Drink at least eight glasses of water a day. Suggestion: one or two glasses upon rising aild pre- ceeding meals.) 6. Take at least one half hour exer cise per day, outdoors if possible. 7. No smoking preferred. Maximum, three cigarettes a day allowed. Two breaks a week are permitted but not more tha none break in each rule may be made. Everyone is on her honor to keep the above rules. If she has done so, she will please tear out and sign the following pledge and hand the signed slip of paper to Margaret Ward or Agnes Brown at the end of the hockey season: I have been on my honor to keep training for the two weeks of the hockey season and I have done so. Signed Miss Knox: “Did you enjoy your vacation?” Dr. Bondthaler: “Yes, but there’s nothing like the feel of a good desk under your feet again.” Like to Be Sure They’re Wanted “Can’t something be done for that ship in distress?” asked an old lady at the seaside. “It’s all right, mam. He sent a line to the crew to come ashore,” said the surfman. Old Lady (excitedly) — “Good gracious! Must they have a formal invitation? —^Bristol Messenger. for something to eat. Why not stop slandering or criticizing a book be cause it has the approval of the in- telligencia? We might just settle down some afternoon and read it. Then if it displeases us, at least we ’11 fee) better about it. IP C ETK y “A great poem is a fotmtain forever overflowing with the waters of wisdom and delight; and after one person and one age has exhausted all its divine affluence which their peculiar relations enable them to share, another and yet another succeeds, and new relations are ever developed, the source of an unforseen and an unconceived delight.” —Shelley. PRETTY WORDS Poets make pets of pretty, docile words I love smooth words, like gold- enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken swish. And tender ones, like downy- feathered birds Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds. Come to my hand, and playful if I wish. Or purring softly at a silver dish, Blue Persian kittens, fed on cream and curds. I love bright words, words up and singing early; Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees; I love words opalescent, cool and pearly. Like midsummer moths, and hon ied words like bees. Gilded and sticky, with a little sting. —Elinor Wylie. THE GHOST “Who knocks?” “I, who was beautiful. Beyond all dreams to restore, I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, And knock on the door.” “Who speaks?” “I — once was my speech Sweet as the birds on the air. When each lurks by the waters to heed; ‘Tis I speak thee fair.” “Dark is the hour!” “Ay, and cold.” “Love is my house,” “Ah, but mine ? ’ ’ Naught but vast sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone. —Walter de la Mooe. TRICKSTERS I am bewildered still and teased by elves That cloud about me even through city streets. One sings a stave and one a dream repeats. One, coueller, in some old resent ment delves. “Sight, touch, lips, eyes yearned in vain.” “Long dead these to thine ...” ■ ’ :jf -i ^ Hi i Silence. Still faint on the porch Break the flames of the stars. In gloom groped a hope-wearied hand Over keys, bolts and bars. A face peered. All the gray night In chaos of vacancy shone; I am aware they are my other selves. Yet to what dazzling vision each entreats. Casting a glamor over shows and cheats. Enabling cant, breezing by tens and twelves! So when my smiling grieves the passerby, I strut in all vacations not my own, Wearing the centuries like a boldoio slung; Whilst shabby I gawk at this splendid I. Ohrous and momus through my lips intone. Archangels, heroes, — rascals yet unhung! —William Rose Benet. THE SILENCE A song between two silences life sings, A melody ’twixt night and patient night. IIs strums his lute against the fading light To gild the shadow that the gloaming brings, A throb of music staying music’s flight, A little note that hardly shall requite Thine outstretched hand that Yet, when the last faint echo of that note Has stirred the cypress leaves at eventide. When night has stilled forever Life's white throat, And his gold lute lies shattered by his side. We two shall follow through a world remote The silence whereinto Love’s music died. —Archibald Mae Leish. BONERS FOUND IN PSYCHOLO^ EXAMS. Did You Make Them? Perhaps you have heard the one about the little boy who wrote at the bottom of his examination pa per, “Dear Teacher, remember that you have to split fifty-fifty with me on all the boners you get from this paper.” In the psychological ex amination which was given at the beginning of the year several ex cellent boners were found and we are taking this space to give them all due recognition. The test was the completion of a sentence with a word containing a given number of letters. All of you who have had the intelligence examination must re member the ^‘nightmare” you suf fered in the class room while try ing to find a six letter word which is an official enumeration of the population of a country. Perhaps you are the one who supplied the word “police”; some one was on the right track when she completed it with “censor.” A “dime” is the tenth part of a cent—^you knew the dollar had de preciated, but did you know that the dime had gone down? “Knowl edge” is the doctrine that all things are subject to fate. An adhesive” is a tough band of tis sue serving to hold an organ in PIANO AND VOICE RECITAL THURSDAY (CONTINUED FROIW PAGE ONE) ni Ilalian Concerts Bach IV Wayfarers Night Song Martin Pastorale La Forge No More Carols the Sweet Nightingale Gretchaninoff The Little Shepherd’s Song .... Watts V Intermezzo Op. 119, No. 2 .... Brahms Ballade in A Plat Chopin VI Bondage Test A Fairy Went a-Marketing .... Mason Chanson Proneneale Del Acqua There will be no Music Hour this week. Over His Dead Body Poet: “Do you think there is any chance of my getting this poem in your magazine?” Editor: “There may be. I’m not going ot live always.” Florida Times-Union. place. Some one thought a “ban dage” would serve the purpose. A building for beasts to lodge and feed in is a “tavern.” “License” is a freedom from occupation or business. In an art class one day the teacher defined art as “an external manifestation of an idea.” The next day a student wrote on his pa per “Art is man’s external festation of an idea.” Was it you? SECOND GAME PLAYED BY SENIORS AI^PHOMORS Tuttle Makes Goal The Yellow Eleven against the Black Eleven furnished a game — not spectacular nor in good form but interesting. From the sidelines one would gather that either the Sophomores had evidently underesti mated the ability of the Seniors or the Seniors overestimated that of the Sophomores. But after the first half in which Betty Tuttle made a goal for the Seniors, the Sophomores put up a strong fight, preventing the Seniors scoring again. However, in spite of the good work of the line, the Sophomores were unable “to carry the ball down, through to their goal, the game thus ending with a score of 1-0 in favor of the Seniors. The line up was as follows: Senior Line Margaret Ward Left Wing Betty Tuttle Left Inner Cokey Preston Center Bushie McLean Eight Inner Rebecca Hines Right Wing Back Field Edna Higgins Left Half Lib. Gray Left Full Libby Jerome Center Half Rachel Carroll Bight Half Ann Vaughn Bight Full Margaret Wall Goal Guard Sophomore Line Jo. Bitter Left Wing Tee Little Left Inner Mavis Bullock Center Martha Nolan Bight Inner Rebecca Baynes Righ Wing Back Field Cloe Rawlinson Left Half Kea Council Left Full McVeigh Hutchinson Center Half Bessie Lou Bray Right Half Kate Smith Right Full Tick Fraley Goal Guard START EARLY ■V He (passionately)—1 would go tf the end of the earth for you. She (calmly)—Good by. 8:30 ITEMS (CONTINUED FROM PACE ONE) arrested education. Friday: Mr. McEwen introduced the two chapel speakers. Stephanie Norman spoke on “Preparing for New Kinds of Service.” In the past, prestige and honor have always gone to those who possess wealth. Now a new conception of social values may ap pear due to the further invention and use of machinery. But machinery cannot replace i>eople in all fields. There will always be opportunities for service; for the making of a great life is as important as the making of a great fortune. Virginia Garner spoke on “Con tinuing Education Throughout Life.” Working men today have a great deal of leisure time and they should be given a chance to discover whatever pleasure they might have. Educating adults is important in education in the future for we need leaders now, not 20 years later; and then too, children cannot get past their parents, we must educate them first. Adults can be educated through forums, lectures, discussion groups and the library and in this way edu cation is made continuous with life. Saturday: George Stone had charge of the chapel program today. Since this is Education Week, he chose for his topic, “Our Flag.” There were present on the platform two members of the Boy Scouts’ Organization, two non-members and Margaret Mc Lean and Mary Penn. They were all called upon to salute the flag. One should salute the flag 15 feet before and after the flag has reached her and while the flag is raised.
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