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THE SALEMITE
Friday, May 28, 1937.
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Thus reads the account of Commencement in June 1878
fifty-nine years have passed. Each year there has been a gradua
ting class; and each year there have been underclassmen who'
could not find it in their hearts to envy. The traditions, the
ideals of Salem have been woven like a shining thread into the
personality of each student. The shuttle moves in and out.
Smiling girls come in September. Four years pass, and girls
with tears in their eyes turn the tassels of their caps.
After the tassels are turned, what then? AVhat has the
graduate to take away with her besides the ability to speak
Spanish or a knowledge of English History?
Memories of people and of happenings are closest to her
heart. For her also is left the beginnings of an understanding.
Some understand — and there are some who never understand;
but the foundations of an understanding are made early in life.
The last thing that is left — the cynical may say it is but a
misty castle of dreams — is an ambition. Commencement is the
realization of one ambition; therefore, it should be the be
ginning of another one.
Fifty-seven girls will be graduated from Salem on June
seventh. May they also sail beyond the sunset and the baths
of all the western stars until they die.
M. B.
THE CLASS
OF 1937
In this, our last issue of the Salemite, we pay tribute to
the class of 1937. In another week they will be graduating.
Others will succeed them but none can take their places in our
hearts and minds. Underclassmen are usually taught to re
spect seniors but no one had to do that at Salem this year. To
respect our Seniors was the natural thing to do because of their
never failing leadership and encouraging guidance.
The year has been an eventful one. The gymnasium has
been completed, the library begun, the office building restored,
and the Hall of History dedicated. One lecture series has been
completed and another planned. Clubs and other organizations
have flourished to say nothing of the many minor additions to
Salem College life. In all these events the class of ’37, indi
vidually and as a w'hole, has taken an active, if not a leading
part. As individuals the seniors have been our friends, ad
visors, and “big sisters,” as a group they have shown us what
a graduating class should be. Those who follow will strive to
do as well.
Here’s a hand to the class of 1937!
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AN INTERVIEW WITH
AN INTERVIEWER
By Mr. Edward Holder
No doubt the press columnist ex
pects retribution, in some (future
world if not here. For the early ease
of her conscience, I propose repay
ment here and now.
Known generally as Miss Salemite,
she is better known as the girl with
the notebook, at chapel, at lectures,
at club meetings, and even at teas.
She is adroit with the paper and pen
cil; the frightened visiting speaker
looking out over three hundred more
or less attentive and altogether love
ly faces would never be able to de
tect her, even at the moment she is
sketching the profile of the professor
in the next pew. But she manages
with that 6th sense the fourth estate
possesses to record important and
quotable ideas with an accuracy that
often survives even the perversity of
linotype operators.
Miss Salemite knows much about
many things. Her constant employ
ment of the journalist’s formula,
“tell what, who, when, where, and
how, and all in the first paragraph,”
has given her conversational com
mand of everything conversable.
Hence, an interview with her, or by
her, becomes an interesting experi
ence. She retains an enthusiasm for
what she writes which, though hardly
to be identified with the current “I
think that’s wonderful” moda of
expression, has not succumbed to the
blase journalist’s cold measure of
“good copy.” It is this enthusiasm
that makes you read to the end of
“Tea with Mr. Bryan,” which you
attended and knew all about already,
and carries you to the last ireshman
in those squibs that are not neces
sarily so and not at all intelligible.
The primary interest of this versa
tile lady is, of course, writing. There
is perhaps a desire to appear smartly
in “Coronet,” or to catch the fla
vor of Tidewater, Virginia, in a short
story, or even to write the romantic
novel, mint-juleps, magnolias, and
all. But we who can merely wait
and hope for the realization of such
ambition are giatified frequently by
the clarity with which she relates
an event or defines a political theory.
For Miss Salemite writes with pre
cision, not only for publication, but
for History 10.
Her pet aversion, the revelation
of personality which every interview
er demands, I was unable to deter
mine. I suspect it is lecturers who
bore their audiences but are too im
portant to be ignored by the press.
Or it may be faculty contributors
who dash in madly with copy thirty
minutes after deadline. She prob
ably reserves especially hot boiling
oil for those people who preface
their only interesting remarke with
“This is off the record.” In this
group of culprits there is certainly
listed the student who knows exactly
what is wrong with everything on
the campus but refuses to write for
open forum. There is the alumna
whose parties are flat buf important,
the fussy dowager whose name the
copy-reader invariably mis-spells, the
tempermental musician who switches
programs after the performance has
been written up in advance, and the
professor who insists on censoring
(everything (written ahout Jii^se^f
before it goes to press. Her list of
personal aversions is no doubt form
idable. How she is restrained from
resorting to p u b 1 i|c indictment
through the editorial column or ma
licious mis-statement in news items
is remarkable indeed.
Miss Salemite likes people. Her
delightful interviews in recent issues
give abundant proof that she wants
to see behind the mask ofprofessorial
dignity and discover if and to what
extent faculty members are human.
And her squibs on students — I
can’t get away from those things!
The implications are enormous.
Where does she get all her informa
tion? And won’t she please provide
an interpreter for those of us who
also may be interested in the folks
about us?
To me Miss Salemite has been
throughout the year the sort of per-
soon about whom one hears much
and with whom one longs to become
personally acquainted. I was able
to discover some of her character
istics through what she said from
week to week. Finally I summoned
courage to call at her office boldly
and demand an interview. She was
FROM SALLY SENIOR
Dear Bette,
Now that commencement is all
over and I’m through with classes
and exams and all those things and
am instead, a woman of the world,
armed with one degree, at least—
well, now that it’s all over I feel
strangely sad. No, don’t despair.
This isn’t going to be a letter about
the tears and partings of Gradua
tion and leaving Salem. I just want
you to know that now I understand
how you felt when you cried at your
Commencement exercises a few
years back.
I’ll never forget Thursday night
I don’t believe. We Seniors
transferred our caps and gowns to
our junior sisters—I really do be
lieve that they were prouder than
we were last year. We Seniors were
bewildered—wondering how a year
had got by so quickly.
Mary Louise Haywood had the
whole class out at her home for
dinner that night. You know how
we appreciated an extra chance to
be entertained together again.
I can’t tell you much about the
Senior Dinner which was Friday
night, because it is all a sceret,
which makes it much nicer because
it belongs to the Seniors and to no
one else.
Saturday we went to the Alumni
Luncheon and there we were greet
ed as members of the Alumni Asso
ciation of Salem College. Of course
that was delightful. That lunch
eon with its friendly atmosphere give
me a feeling that one never can
grow away from Salem—that the
ones who are graduated here really
do keep the old school spirit alive
down through the years that follow
Commencement.
The cornerstone of the new Li
brary was laid Saturday afternoon.
We Seniors were all very happy to
be able to be here for that wonder
ful occasion.
Saturday night came the concert
in Memorial Hall and after it, the
reception. All of our families had
come and we rushed around meet
ing all our class mates’ mothers and
fathers.
The Baccalaureat Sermon was
Sunday in the Home Church. The
little pangs of sorrow that we felt
while sitting in the church for the
last time were taken away by the
inspiring message which was given
to us.
That night all of our friends and
families were our guests at a buffet
supper. After that we had Senior
Vespers. It was grand to have the
family and all my friends here to
see the campus and to spend these
last few days with me.
Monday night the Commencement
Exercises were held in Memorial
Hall. I can’t talk about it much
yet. When we came down the steps
and saw Mr. Oerter grinding away
at his motion picture camera we
tried to smile for we remepibered
how we laughed at the movies of
your class and their tearful smiles.
Do write me soon and let’s plan a
trip back to Salem next fall to see
if those new Seniors really are do
ing S3 well as they assured us they
would.
Love,
SALLY.
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“V” NEWS
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Y. TEAS DUEINft EXAMS
A little rest and refreshment will
be offered by the Y. W. C. A. Mon
day and Wednesday afternoon week
from 4:30 to 5:30 in the Y. room.
All survivors from examinations are
cordially invited to revive them
selves at these teas. The Advisory
Board will be in charge of one aft
ernoon tea.
MUSICAL VESPER PROGRAM
The rep;ular Sunday night Vespers
will be substituted this Sunday by
an informal song program at 6:30 in
the campus living room of Alice
Clewell.
really so pleasant and charming that
I can’t begin to tell you half of my
impressions. I suggest that you
call on her; and if yon can keep her
from asking the questions, you will
find her a delightful person.
After having served for four years on the editorial
staff of the “Salemite,” I fiind myself saying goodbye to work
which I sincerely enjoyed. In the midst of sentimental fare
wells, I speculate on the future of the college paper, and pass
on a few good wishes to staffs to come.
I hope the “Salemite” and other college newspapers will
remain an indispensable factor in Ameri'Can college life. I
hope that they %vill weather the fad (a passing one, perhaps),
among the intelligensia to disparge newspapers. I hope liter
ary magazines will not take the place of newspapers. I hope
that editors and staff can “take” the stock jokes about journal
istic style, and feel that the newspaper is worthwhile in spite
of its faults.
I hope for a future staff, the greatest thrill — when
Salem acquires a new library or gynmasium, that the “Sale
mite” may be the first to print the story. If such co-operation
is obtained, then past editors who have read important news
events about Salem in other papers first, will be compensated.
I hope that if the “Salemite” cannot be an organ of
complete student expression, an advisory board will be appoint
ed, thus shifting the responsibility for pleasing outside readers,
to a group.
I hope that there will be a friendly and co-operative spirit
among all groups concerned in the “Salemite.” For without it,
I think a college paper has failed utterly in its purpose.
I hope I exprefss the sentiments of many when I say —
Long live the Salemite!
Ex-Editor.
. . . IN THEIR
HEARTS”
“At a quarter past-nine little Dora Adams, carrying a
silver salver with the Graduates’ diplomas, led the way, the
clergy, the graduates, the incoming Senior Class and invited
guests following in a procession. How glad the other girls
would have been to have held as their own one of those daintly
tied white rolls on Miss Dora’s silver slate! And yet they could
not find it in their hearts to envy their comrades the prizes which
they had won with hard and conscientous toil.”