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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Friday, October 30, 1936. Published Weekly By The Student Body of ™ Salem College ^ - )!i J. SQuth^rixt Inter-Collegiate - Press' Association SUBSCRIPTION PRICE : ; $2.00 a Year : : 10c a Copy EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-In-Chief Sara Ingram Associate Editors:— Mary Louise Haywood Katherine Sissell Sports Editor Feature Editor Cramer Percival Julia Preston I/ouisc Freeman Josephine Klutz Mary Lee Salley Peggy Brawley Eloise Sample Peggy Warren Mary Worthy Spense Anna Wray Fogle KEPOETEES: Mary Turner Willis Alice Horslleld Florence Joyner Julia Preston Helen McArthur -Helen Totten Maud Battle Mary Thomas BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Virginia Council Adv'ertising Manager - Edith McLean Exchange Manager Pauline Daniel Assistant Exchange Manager Fulton ADVEETISING STAFF Sara Pinkston Frances Klutz Frankie Meadows Virginia Taylor Sara Pinkston Peggy Bowen Frances Turnage Prather Sisk Virginia Bruce Davis Circulation Manager Helen Smith Assistant Circulation Manager Fulton Assistant Circulation Manager - Virginia Piper National Advertising Eepresentatives NATIONAL ADVEETISING SERVICE, Inc. 420 Madison Avenue, New York City |Q36 Member I9J7 REPRISENTED for NATIONAI. AOVERTISINO RY P^socided GolleSlale Press National Advertising Service, Inc. Cc^ '(e Publishers Representative Distributors of 420 Madison Ave. New York, N.Y. Chic'CO • boston - San francitco Los Angeles • Portland - Seattle Di6esf FLIT STUDENT PERSONAUTIES “Flit” kills roaches, bed bugs, water bugs, fleas, ants, lice, and many other household insects, but it won’t get rid of school pests. There is a pesky, buzzing human fly who hums and flits from table to table in the Day Students’ Study Room. When not flying around, she lolls in a chair precariously tilted on two legs and absent ?mindedly flicks the swinging light so that it makes dizzy fleeting circles across your paper. Soon she tires of this occupation and jumps with a nervous start, shaking the table, spilling your ink, and spoiling your theme. It has just occurred to her that her German book is in the drawer in front of you. Politely you move and wait long min utes while she pulls and tugs at notebooks and fumbles in the back for the book she wants. Her friend comes over to read German' aloud and from then on one hears German, dates, rides, Gei-man, men, games, German, gossip, and more German. Finally, in desperation, you grab your books and stalk off in a huff to the library. Here you find the bookworm who is diligently devouring all the reference books that'you desire. When you try to con centrate on a poor substitute book she insists on whispering across the table to ask you if you are in Mr. Down’s drama class and if you will lend her a list of references, which un fortunately you never see again. You manage to muster an obliging smile and answer her questions. She then scrapes her chair and clogs down the one squeaky board in search of a volume which she soon discovers to be behind your head. She leans for it, saying, “Don’t get up,” and drops it with a heavy thud. Of course, eveiyone thinks you are the guilty party and stares while you turn pink and red. The bell clangs to your rescue. It is not a rescue; it is merely a change, for you go to class only to sit by the school’s worst parasite. You first an swer the roll call for her, because she isn’t paying attention when her name is ■called. She is trying to arrange her hopelessly disordered notes when the teacher begins dictation and there fore gets behind in her not^taking. You lend her a piece of paper, ink, and an eraser and turn your notebook so that she won’t strain her eyes in trying to see what the teacher has just said. Each professor has to repeat, spell, and explain for her. Her worst habit is asking questions-. Wliat kind? Which one? What class? What number? What date? Which page? She never knows the answers. You are glad to put her on someone else at lunch time. Into the dining room there comes an annoying mosquito to worry you. Like every other mosquito she waits until you are comfortably settled to begin her attack. She arrives late and has to be served after all have started eating. The poor girl simply cannot stand shrimp salad or beans either, so she prattles while the others eat. Her monotonous conversation is about tests and Bills and ‘Dons whom no one knows. Today the hostess is her prey, because this insect bothers her three times to have the waiter bring extra bread, milk, and early dessert. At last she jumps up, asks to be excused as she push es her chair under the table, and darts out the door with an extra cookie hidden in her napkin. You sting with the nervous strain she has caused. Your nerves suffer even more after you have listened MARY FRANCES HAYWORTH The qualities listed below could only belong to one “Salemite”: Hair—light brown. Tyes—hazel. Height—0 feet 4 inches. Home—High Point. Best Color—Blue. Hobby—Music and nature study. Favoriet saying-—‘ ‘ Tlecktobus! ’ ’ Favorite dessert—Lemon custard. Mania—Checking up on Edgar Hoover. Favorite Book—“Ten Thousand Public Enemies.” Favorite Sport—Tennis. Spends time—Going to “Y. ” meetings. Plans to be—“G” Woman. The serious-minded young lady you and I see roaming the campus could he none other than Mary Frances Hayworth. Having many different interest!?, she is one of our busiest seniors. Betwemi practicing music uid performing her duties as Presi dent of the “Y.” .she is not left many free moments. Mary Frances is likeable, capable, dependable, and always present when most needed. She is an asset to any class — Salem is proud of her. HALLOWE’EN CUSTOMS gb.'.lOi'-. ‘ ■ - :v.- ll3;ri-K j the mode atmospheric Two moonbeams flung across a chair, A wisp of rainbow in a drawer, A drift of sunset on the bed, Titania’s sandals on the floor. I think of things like thistledown, Of feathers from a blue bird’s nest, Of gossamer and bubbles — but It’s only Sally getting dressed. Claire Wallis. « # « FIRE AND ICE You are a silver thread across A web of mauve and rose, A fleck of foam riding triumphant On the maelstrom of emotions The thin tense ery of a violin to the contralto of a cello, The cold gleam of a diamond in a fever of opals, A fine blue vein across a hot red artery, iShimmer of moonstones in a goblet of wine, An arrow of ice aslant a summer pool, Amber beads and chain of platinum, Cut crystals between rubies Frost on pomengrantes, Fire in Ice. Hallowe ’en is the name popularly j given to eve or vigil of all hallows,' or festival of all Saints, and is an i ancient Pagan custom occurring on the 31st of October. I The two chief characteristics of j ancient Hallowe ’en were the light- ■ ing of bonfires and the belief that i this is the one night in the year dur- ! ing which ghostfi and witches are | most likely to wander abroad. | There is a remarkable uniformity ; in the fireside customs of this night. Nuts and apples are consumed in im- j mense numbers, and the name of i “Nutcrack Night,” by which Hal-1 ^ loM’e’en is known in northern Eng- land indicates the predominance of daddy. She had been home the week- these articles. They are not only j end before and confessed she was in cracked and eaten, they are used in . !'■ “psychology-fog,” so he decided the testing of love affairs. It is a I helpful hints, custom in Ireland, when girls want , Darling Baby, to know if their lovers are faithful. Since your Mother keeps you post- to put three nuts upon the bars of 1.'"'■ith all the news, gossip, and the grate, naming the nuts after scandal of the neighborhood, there is the lovers. If a nut cracks and little left for me to write, bo I have jumijs, thelover will prove unfaith- been reading a few things that might ful; if it begins to blaze or burn, he interest you and your friends, es- has a regard for the person making pecially your P.sychology Class. Suppose the ice of you Melted in the fire of you What would you be? Damp ashes ? You would not interest me Probably. Don Blanding. “PSYCHOLOGY” By A Salem Daddy bewildered student here at Sa- received this letter from her the trial. If the nuts named after the girl and her lover burn together, they will be married. The greatest sport w'ith apples on Hallowe’en is either to tie an ap ple to a string hanging from the ceiling, and try to bite it, or to set apples afloat in a tub of water, into which people duck their heads try ing to catch an apple. Some other customs are walking down the cellar steps backwards, holding \ lighted caii 'li? in ine hanii hand, and a mirror in the other, in which the face of the future liusband or wife can be seen. And another one, peeling an apple, letting the peelings fall in the floor, forming the initials of the person’s lover. Jack and Jill went up the hill At sixty miles or better, A cop unkind Was right behind— They’re seeking bail by letter. Now if you haven’t found out what psychology really is. I’ll tell you a thing or twice. Psychology is the science which tolls us things every body already knows about human personality, in language which few of us can understand. Psychology teaches that the heart has nothing whatever to do with the emotions or affections. That vital organ is now known to be nothing but a pump, and its only function is to keep the blood circulating. It cannot thrill, yearn, burn, ache, weep, bow down, lift up, or do any of the things wo have been hearing about it for ages. Ask your phychology teacher and ho will tell you that the seat of affection is in the ‘pituitary gland,’ a tiny organ located at the base of the brain. The pituitary secretes and injects into the bloo dstream chem ical substances called “harniones,” which are capable of exerting power ful effects that are not fully under stood. The endearing old expression, “sweetheart,” alas must be aban- for an hour to the jarfly who is the student who “bulls.” Like ^he bug I have named her which tries to fly away but hits the sides of the jar and falls back, she soars on high sounding words but falls into a muddle of confused thoughts. Her noise is great but her progress small. Yet, you must not think that the “buller” has no art. This is her technique. She must ■beat around the bush, use large words that sound impressive if not very appropriate, and sprinkle her sentences with “I think,” “probably,” and “perhaps.” She can never state a clear fact. Her subject must be treated as an unsettled affair which has room for doubt, personal opinions, and differences. The first day you listen in awe to this human encyclopedia but for the next nine months you sigh and yawn when you doned as incorrect, misleading, and utterly unscientific! (Sad news for Mary Thomas). Now how are the poets and song writers going to carry on without using the word “heart.” They are going to be very much han dicapped. But Mary Thomas could receive these few lines from that boy friend: ‘ ‘ The years were young when first wo met, where moonbeailis turned the world to gold; I though to love and then forget the sweetest story every told. We kissed and then I sailed away, but left within your little hand, to hold forever and a day, my own petuitary gland. I thought that time would soon erase the fragrance of your golden hair, but moonlight aureoled your face as I sailed off and left you there; and now the surging of the sea, no billows that between us roll, can ever make nie fancy-free, nor ti’en pituitary — whole! “Ah, sweet-pituitary mine, each harmone in my leaping blood sends coursing through my veins, like wine, a tide of passion at the flood; and some day, riding on the stern I’ll came again to claim your hand, that holds within it, safe and warm, my own pituitary gland!” I wish you would find out by your study in psychology if this science could effect the shortage of “Cero” in and around Morehead. I had hoped to make a good catch and ship you all one, all cut up ready for cooking, but I haven’t even been, the fishing has been so well. I’ll call it rotten and let it go at that. The only satisfaction is that I have saved that much money. Here is a good thing to remember —your length of life doesn’t depend so much on the star under which you were born, as it does on the col or of the traffic light under which you attempt to cross streets. The London Era starts off it gos- siy column with a yarn about a drunk who attended a wake (sitting up par ty with the dead and was invited to come forward and take a farewell look at his departed friend, in his foggy state of mind his blurred vis ion mistook an open piano for the casket and he knelt in front of it. “Poor old Bill,” he sobbed. He sure did have a fine set of teeth!” A good one for your Morehead lingo is; “This between you and I, hear the jarfly. Do your ears burn? If you are a noisy fly, a worm, a go don’t tell nobody nothing what parasite, a mosquito, or a jarfly, you are a Salem pest. 1 (Continued On Pag® Three)
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