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THE SALEMITE
Wednesday, May 15, 1935.
MOVIE REVIEWS
ME. 1>YNAMITE
(Universal)
Kicked out of San Francisco for
grafting, detective T. N. (Call me
Dynamite), Thompson — (Edmund
Lawe), is called back to help the
proprietor of a deLuxe gambling
casino to find out why two of his
patrons have been murdered on suc
cessive nights. Thompson performs
his task without drawing a long
breath, except after some of his
poorer jokes. Sample, to a butler
who says his name is Quincy:
“That’s not a name, that’s a dis
ease. ’ ’
MAIUE OF THE VAMPIBE
(M.-G.-M.)
When Sir Karell Borotyn is found
murdered with two ugly red marks
on his neck, and his body drained
of blood, it tends to confirm the
local superstition that his castle is in
fested with vampires. His daughter
Irena (Elizabeth Allan), is attacked
by a glassy-eyed lady who first puts
Irena i» a trance, then bites her on
the neck. Her sweetheart is also
waylaid by a mysterious what-not.
These activities alarm Irena’s guar
dian (Jean Hersholt), and cause a
celebrated professor (Lionel Barry
more), to be called in to investigate.
When it appears almost certain that
Irena, overcome by ghoulish tenden
cies, is about to gnaw her sweet
hearts jugular vein, the police in-
BOOK REVIEWS
“GREEN UGHT”
By Lloyd Douglas
It is interesting to note that such
a novel as “Green Light” should un
dertake to deal at all with the prob
lems of general futility and persona]
failure. Characters: beautiful so
ciety girl, orphaned and penniless;
brilliant young surgeon, quixotically
shouldering responsibility fo^ his su
periors’ fatal mistake; saintly Dean
Harcourt feeding a hungry flock; er-
ring, golden hearted Sonia, and a
red setter whose intelligence and
discrimination indicate its tragic
end to the least suspicious reader.
“COME AND GET IT”
By Edna Ferber
This book is both regional novel
and family chronicle—the saga of
a Wisconsin lumber barony, compiled
with all of Miss Ferber’s talent for
richness of local color and abundance
of detail.
—The Atlantic Monthly.
spector makes a remark which may
be considered classic in its style:
“There are things going on around
here that I don’t like.” Good shot:
L. Barrymore expounding the powers
of an herb called bat-thorn.
—Time.
Ideals are like stars; you will not
succeed in touching them with your
hands; but, like the seafaring man
on the desert T^aters, you choose
them as your guides, and follow them
to your destiny.
—Carl Schurz.
IP C IE T R y
“Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy
poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.”
—Macaulay.
EXCHANGE
Duke Summer School to have 3
terms. They begin on June 7, June
28, and July 20.
There is no place in the world
where woman ages so happily as in
the United States.
—Marion Byan.
On May 14^ the Duke Music Clubs
presented “ H. M. S. Pinafore ’ ’ sub
titled “The Lass Who Loved a Sail
or.” J. Foster Barnes, directed the
play.
Duke features Velazco and his
“25,000 portable organ,” the only
one in existence used by a dance
band for road trips, in final series of
dances on the campus.
Babe Buth received $600 for his
season’s work with the Baltimore
Orioles in 1914.
College for Women of the Univer
sity of Bochester has an abundance
of the fair sex at ‘formals,” but
the staunch gallants are nearly al
ways in a surprisingly weak minor
ity. Can you imagine the plight f
—T. Times.
At St. Mary’sthey do not have a
May Queen, but rather a Goddess of
May. Appropriate isn’t itf
Iiatest College Humor
“Who was Talleyrand!”
‘ ‘ Oh, she is a fan dancer and don’t
talk baby talk.”
Mark Twain didn’t know what he
was starting when he wrote his
“Jumping Frog of Calveras Coun
ty.” On May 19 the Mark Twain
Centennial Committee is sponsoring
a frog-jumping contest in New York
City. The contestants, brought by
plant from Louisiana, will be named
for historical figures or characters in
Mark Twain’s works. Jack Dempsey
has been asked to referee the contest.
According to rules there will be no
tampering with the frogs—the buck
shot or anything else.
Definitions
Committee: A body that keepa
minutes and wastes hours.
Economy: A way of spending
money without getting any fun but
of it.
Diplomacy: Lying in state.
Prejudice: Being down on any
thing you’re not up on.
—The Dgg.
The New Jersey College for Wom
en scheduled Gertrude Stein in a lee-
MATH CLUB ELECTS
OFFICERS
The Mathematics Club found a so
lution to the problem of officers
when it met Wednesday night, May
8, in the recreation room of Louisa
Wilson Bitting building. First, Miss
es Idaliza Dunn, Emma Lou Noell,
and Eebekah Baynes put everyone
in a “figuring” mood by presenting
the lives of famous mathematicians
and quotations about them. The
candidates were added and subtract
ed -yvith the final results:
Eleanor Watkins President.
Janet Stimpson Vice-President
Louise Fraaier secretary
Mavis Bullock Treasurer
Y. W. C. A. NEWS
Last week the members of the
Y. W. C. A. were assigned their work
for the coming year. Erika Marx
directed the planning for next year.
At the cabinet meeting it was de
cided to send two delegates to Blue
Bidge this summer to the conference
of Y. W. C. A. members.
COKEY HAS A RIVAL
Little 4-year-old Mary Louise
Spaugh, daughter of our trustee Mr.
Arthur Spaugh, was accosted several
days ago by a lady from Smith Col
lege:
“Where are you going to col
lege t” the lady asked Mary Louise.
“To Salem,” promptly responded
Mary Louise.
“Why?” questioned the lady.
“Because I’m going to be May
Queen,” responded Mary Louise.
ture series, only to discover that
that modest personage absolutely re
fuses to speak before an audience of
more than five hundred people.
A professor of psychology at Bos
ton University has banished note-
taking in his courses. He declares
that note-taking substitutes the hand
for the brain, and in the end offers
a very poor incomplete reproduction
of the lecture.
Dr. Charles M. Heck, professor of
physics at State College announced
last week before the North Carolina
Academy of Science that he had dis
covered the apparent existence of a
new form of matter. The new form
appears to be about halfway between
a liquid and a solid, and Dr. Heck
has proposed for his discover the
name “oilecule. ”
OLD AGE
From the ‘Deserted Village’
In all my wanderings round this
world of care.
In all my griefs—and God has
given my share—
I still had hopes my later hours
to crown,
Admidst these humble bowers to
lay me down;
To husband out life’s taper at the
close
And keep the flames from wast
ing by repose;
I still had hopes, for pride at
tends us still, Admist the swains
to show my book-learned skill
Around my fire an evening group
to draw,
And tell of all I felt, and all I
saw;
And, as a hare whom hounds and
horns pursue.
Pants to the place whence at first
he flew,
I still had hopes, my long vexa
tions past,
Here to return—and die at home
at last.
—Oliver Goldensmith.
FOUR DUCKS ON A
POND
*
Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing
What a little thing
To remember for years—
To remember with tears!
—William Allingham.
JANUS
Image of beauty, when I gaze on
thee,
Trembling waken to a mystery,
How through one door we go to
life or death
By spirit kindle don the sensual
breath.
Image of beauty, when my way I
go;
No single joy or sorrow do I
know:
Elate for freedom leaps the starry
power,
The life which passes mourns its
wasted hour.
SALEM nVE YEARS
AGO
Dear Salem,
How have you been since I last
saw youT Oh, of course, I’ve heard
just lots of things about yon from
students and other alumnae, but it
has been five long years since I’ve
really seen you with my own eyes. I
remember so well when we Pierrettes
gave our annual play in Memorial
Hall. It was called the “New Lady
Bontock,” and Fritz Fiery took the
part of Fanny, the heroine so per
fectly that all we other actresses
had a terrible time trying to keep
from laughing right there on the
stage.
And then the Fashion Show that
the Home Ec. Department held! Ade
laide Winston explained the fine
points of each girl’s costume, and
I began wishing right then that I
had taken home economics so that I
could make beautiful clothes like
those. I wish so, more than ever
now, because with a young husband
just starting out in business, there’s
not much money left after we pay
the rent and the grocer’s bill.
I believe it was about this same
time that Mrs. Palmer Jerman, from
Ealeig^ talked to us ia ijbh^pel,
about politics, and I remember how
afterwards we were so inspired that
we formed a league to try and clean
up the graft in our government, but
then I met Bill in my senior year,
and decided to choose marriage in
stead of a career.
Besides our usual college activities,
we were struggling with term papers.
Will yon ever forget that 10,000
word one that I wrote in two daysT
I still have nightmares about it,
sometimes when the supper that I’ve
cooked isn’t particularly digestible.
And hand in hand with term papers
were graduating recitals. Ina Cox
gave the last one. It was an the
organ, and she did play some of the
grandest selections.
I can almost hear the bell ringing
and telling me it’s time to go to
class. Oh, dear! It’s the doorbell
—probably the man with the gas
bill, so I’ll have to stop, but I’m
coming to see you soon.
Yours,
A Salemite.
MRS. RONDTHALER
SPEAKS IN VESPERS
(CONTINUED FROIW PACE ONE)
in mother those things which are
dear to your heart, and by thinking
of her as a comrade who | wants to-
help you. i
Sometimes when we write home we
do it in a big hurry, and we get in
the habit of telling that “I” did
that, and just sort of skim the sur
face of things. Take time to tell of
the deeper, and more lasting things
of college life, and bring in little
special details that Mother and
Dad will enjoy.
Then, to those of us who are going
home soon, and especially to those
who will not come back — take with
you the same gay, witty and friendly
personality that you have at school,
and seek until you find the place
waiting for you at home, and d»
yur best to fill it.
Cambridge, Mass.—M. I. T. is that
kind of a school, so the girls just ac
cepted it and grinned.
We are talking about the dance
that the Massachusetts Institute of
Technology Catholic Club threw for
the girl friends.
Couples were charged admission on
the basis of the chemical value of the
bodies of the girls.
First the club officials arranged a
system of laboratory tests to de
termine the amount of carbon, cal
cium, hydrogen, iron and other chem
icals in the human body. Then they
invented a set of meters that auto
matically registered the chemical'
price of each individual.
Every girl admitted to the dance
was chemically analyzed, properly
priced and then her escort paid the
toll.
The average market value of the
chemicals that make up the human
body is around 70 cents, but it var
ies in individuals from 55 cents to*
85 cents.
AMAZE A MINUTE
SCIENTIFACTS ~ BY ARNOLD
I
Brightest of all stars/
Brightest star ever
KNOWN APPEARED IN 1572.
MORE BRIUIANT EVEN THAN
Venus, it could be seen in
FULL daylight. BUT, A
TEMPORARY STAR, IT FADED
Jk\A/AV IV AA/MlTTUC
Lava FLIGHT
Volcanic lava
STREAMS MOVE as
rapidly AS TEN
MILES PER HOUrT!^
SLOWING
DOWN
ASTWr
BECOME
MORE
VISCOUS.
Dry BATHING SUIT-
BaTHING SUITS
IWICH SHED WATER
AND DRV ALMOST
AS SOON AS ONE
LEAVES THE WATER
HAVE NOW BEEN
DEVELOPED.
WNU Servlc*.
THE WOMAN OF
THREE COWS
From the Irish
0, Woman of Three Cows, agragh!
don’t let your tongue thus
rattle!
O, don’t be saucy, don’t be stiff,
because you may have cattle.
I have seen—and, here’s my hand
to you, I only say what’s
true.
A many a one with twice your
stock not half so proud as
you.
Good luck to you, don’t scorn the
poor, and don’t be their de-
spiser;
For worldly wealth soon melts
away, and cheats the very
miser;
And death soon strips the proud
est wreath from haughty
human brows,
Then don’t be stiff, and don’t be
proud, good woman of Three
Cows!
Now, there you go! You still, of.
And, ah, to think how thin the
veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and
paradise!
Where the cool grass my aching
head embowers
God sings the lovely carol of the
flowers.
—A. B.
A FOLK VERSE
When you were an acorn on the
tree top.
Then was I an eagle cock;
Now that you are a withered old
block,
StiH am I an eagle cock.
course, keep up your scornful
bearing,
And I’m too poor to hinder you;
but, by the cloak I’m wear
ing,
If I had but four cows myself,
even though you were my
spouse.
I’d twack you well to cure your
pride, my Woman of Three
Cows!
—James Clarence Mangan.