Page Four.
THE SALEMITE
Friday, October 8, 1837.
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PERSONALITIES
BY WILLIS AND THOMAS
MR. EDWARD HOLDER
MK. EDWABD HOLDER, CITIZEK
OP FOBSTTH COUNTY, CEOSS
EXAMINES PROF. HOLDER,
SALEM COLLEGE
Mr. H. — Since you have always
been my future self and I have al
ways been your past, I think I have
a right to find out what has hap
pened to you now that you have
started teaching in a girls’ school.
The last I remember of you was at
Guilford College, where you were
studying history under Dr. Anseombe
who is now head of your department
at Salem, if I heard correctly.
Prof. H. — You heard correctly,
but there is quite a bit you haven’t
heard, so where shall I begin!
Mr. H. — Begin in 1929 when you
were doing graduate work at Caro
lina.
Prof. H. — I received my M.A. in
History there and went to Kerner*-
ville to teach in the high school. That
should not be very startling to you
because you know that I have al
ways wanted to be a teacher, es
pecially since everyone in my fam
ily has taught. From Kernersville,
I went to Charlotte and then to
Charleston, W. Va., to work with
the Atlantic Greyhound Lines. In
1936, I came to Winston-Salem and
began teaching history at the col
lege — and there you have the
story of my life in a nut-shell.
Mr. H. — But that isn’t all I want
to know! Do you still like the same
kinds of people, the same books, the
same things? Would j^ou still like
to bo more than one person so that
you could not only teach, but study
arcliitecture and music at the same
time? You always were an ambitious
fell o IV.
Prof. II. — As you know, I like
best the people that I know well.
I like to work with young people and
want to get personally acquainted
with my .students. Strangely enough,
I like for them to discuss the lesson,
but I seldom give them an opportun
ity. Originality is something I like
in everybody.
Mr. H. — Didn’t you use to be
interested in journalism? Have you
written anything for publication
lately ?
Prof. H. — Not since I left col
lege. The newspaper though is still
one of my favorite reading materials.
I like romantic fiction, biographys,
and travel books, but I do mo.st of
my reading in histories.
Mr. H. — You ought to write up
that last fish story you told me! By
the way, have you been on any good
fishing trips lately?
Prof. H. — I haven’t, but that’s
not my fault. One of these first days
I am going to take a year’s leave
so that I can do everything I want
to — play tennis, hike, swim, go
sailing and canoeing, and go surf
casting and trolling. I would not
mind seeing a few football games,
especially the Duke-Carolina. As
long as this vacation is to include
everything I like, maybe I had bet
ter mention here that I would also
like some music — any mu.sic .except
Hill-Billy stuff.
Mr. H. — I honestly hope you will
be able to take that vacation some
time, but what are you planning to
do in the near future.
Prof. H. —The “nearest” thing
I am planning to do is teach and
since that is the bell, I believe I had
better begin doing that thing right
now.
ALL TOGETHER
ONE, TWO, THREE
We the Freshmen of this college
Wish to thank and to acknowledge
The Sophomore Class for what
they’ve done
To make us suffer for their fun.
As wc wet woeful wenches weep.
We sing steadily songs of Sopho
mores sweet.
Surging steeply, steadily, skyward
Forever let this be our byword
Sophomores! Sophomores! Sopho-
moresl
MARGARET BRIGGS
Hair—Brown
Eyes—Blue
Complexion—Fair
Height—5 ft, 3^ in.
Favorite color—Blue
Home—High Point.
Religion—Quaker
Talent—(special one)—Quaker.
Favorite expression—“Oh, I
doubt that.”
Favorite sports—Walking and
tennis.
Favorite food—Apples.
Favorite Orcheatra—Mark Warner
Likes—Mississippi Suite in Park
Avenue Fantasy.
Men—She likes Cocker Spaniels
Books—Any kind of humor books
Loves Bob Benchley, L. B.
White and Corey Ford.
Secret desire—To play a harp
Ambition—Would like to get up
programs to run Dorothy Gor
don and Ted Malone oft the
air.
Philosophy—Believes in modera
tion in everything — even
moderation.
Known as—‘ ‘ Briggs. ’ ’
Little is needed to say about the
girl who is the very capable chair
man of May Day this year, for we
all know her by her frankness, can
dor, sincerity and puns. She is al
ways busy. Most anything new and
original around here can usually be
traced to Brigg.s. She loves walking,
but never walks — always runs. Her
drawings are known and liked all
over school, and she says she mu.st
be an artist because of her tempera
ment. Talks in riddles, and has no
])atience with those who can’t and
won’t. Says in High Point they just
let her talk.
We’d never get through if we
went over everything she’s done
since she’s been here. Being presi
dent of the Junior Class last year
was just another one of those things.
Suffice it to say that she would do
anything in the world for you, and
is one of Salem’s best girls.
PRIVATE UFE OF A
SALEM COOK
“I think that Salem girls are the
finest in the United States. I have
never found any other group like
them.” These words were spoken
by Russell, the chief cook of the
Salem College kitchen. After work
ing here for twenty years he says
with a broad smile that he still likes
the work. Russell proved this by
telling us that this summer he re
fused a job with better pay. He
has become too attached to his work
hero to leave. Just for a vacation
though in the summer he works at
the Albemarle Hotel at Virginia
Beach.
Russell is a home lov’ing person.
At night he is entertained by his
four children, one of whom has en
tered college this year. His favorite
outdoor sports are football and base
ball. When asked what he liked to
do in his leisure time he replied, “I
like to just sit around outdoors and
watch the people go by.” He goes
to Sunday School and church every
Sunday and is trustee of the Baptist
Church and president of the Baraca
Sunday School Class.
Russell not only is a good cook —
he looks like a good cook. He wears
a white suit, and a high chef’s cap.
He likes to please the girls at Salem
— even outside of his regular hours.
He hesitated a minute when we ask
ed him to tell us his favorite people
on the campus, and then he said, “I
wouldn’t like to say — but I think
Dr. and Mrs. Rondthaler are mighty
fine.”
Russell remarked that he has been
looking forward to a new kitchen
here for the last fifteen years and
hasn‘ t seen it yet. So here’s a toast
to Russell and his hope for a new
kitchen.
SEZ PEONY
Dere Ma,
Rite now I is so confused as to
whether I is here or whether I ain’t,
that I is scared to look in the mir-
rer for fear that maybe I ain’t. I
am taking a very peculiar subject
called Fillosophie, and the book says
that we aint real or sumthing cause
when we ain’t in a room how do we
know that the table we seen in there
is still there. Ain’t that the silliest
thing you ever heered of! Where do
you rekon they think that table has
went! I WU7, jest about to catch on
to whut it wuz all all about, but
when I ast the teacher if it wuz like
when one nite we have chickens in
the barn and the next mornin’ we
ain’t got none, everybudy laft so I
guess I wuz wrong agin. If I ain’t
found out by Christmas whether I is
here or not, I think I will drap the
gosh-awful thing.
Ain’t this here weather jest rite
for football games? Lorenzo tuk me
to the one Saturday an I had the
most exciting time. I have dun for-
got the team we wuz fur, but any
how it lost. It weren’t our fault
though cause we nerely yelled our
lungs ont to the players to incurage
them. We had to stop saying “Fite,
fite, fite” cause every time we says
it, two men in front of us who musta
had too much home brew jumped up
and started hittin’ at each other.
They soon knocked each other out
and the ushers ha dto tote them oot.
T know there musta been a million
peoj)les at that game on when you
stops to consider it thas lota of peo
ple jest to see some overgrown brutes
cha.se one pore little ball all after
noon.. Lorenzo wuz real sweet to
me an ’even bought me 3 hot dogs
fer my supper. He’s takin me to the
fare next week but he’s done said I
had ea eat fore I went.
Buleve me, I certainly is glad I
is no longer a freshmen. I wuz one
for nearly 3 years an now that the
sophomores is initiating them, I have
decided that is wuz wurth the extra
studyin’ I done tliem last 2 years
to git me out of my Freshmen Term.
Pa writ me about whut a wunner-
ful trip he had to the American
Legion Convention in New York
City. Ho shore did raise Hallylulia
and frum whut he said I guess he
hisself nerely tore the city up. I
listened t othe perade being broad-
ca.sted over the radio one day and
when the announcer said a man in
overalls had sejt hit him in the eye
with a plug of tobaccy I knew it
couldn’t be nobudy but Pa. Later
on he said another gentlemen had
jest been found ridin round the park
on a mule an I knew both of them
wuz granpappy. Hope they is both
recovered by now.
Don’t fergit t ohoe them petunias
under the back window .so they’ll be
purty next year. I’ll ^vrite agin
soon.
Luve,
Peony.
P. S.—I jest looked in the mirrer
and I is there, so maybe I can
stay there till next time. I’m a
hoping so anyhow.
“I THANK WHATEVER
GODS MAY BE—”
For my understanding room-mate
She doesn’t talk at that time when
silence is truly golden — before
breakfast! I admire people who
have the energy to turn on the per
sonality plus i3ea on an empty stom.
ach, but, mind you, I said admire,
not appreciate. No, far be it from
me to argue with your “Mother Na
ture;” I agree that nothing is love
lier than a bright, sunshine morning
when the birds are chirping and the
dew is pearly, but why, oh why, dis-
cuss it when nothing could be quite
so beautiful as one more hour of
sleep? For that girl who wakes up
fresh as a daisy, looking like Miss
America, an incessant line of chat
ter may be acceptable, but since
aluminum curlers, a greasy face, and
puffy eyelids are not provocative to
poetic thoiight, one glance in my mir
ror makes me want to say: “Leave
it to the poets!”
But I can’t say it. I can’t say
anything — not when my whole head
is resting on my eyeballs and my
mouth feels like an incinerator.
Lsn’t it strain enough on the con
stitution to throw the limbs into a
.skirt and sweater and make break
fast in five minutes without having
to be gay and chatty? Who cares
at 7 a. m., what sweet nothings Joe
College whispered in your ear last
night? Who wants to hear your
latest pun when, at the last moment,
your only clean pair of stockings has
sprung a run? It just isn’t funny!
The very worst of all roommates,
however, is the playful type. She’s
the gal who has not learned the art
of waking a person soothingly,
and gently. She’s the kind who will
jump at you like a squirrel, landing
right in the pit of your stomach to
tickle your ribs or tweak your nose.
Perhaps she will start that “one for
the money.” nonsense. More than
likely she ’11 turn on the radio — full
blast. Can’t she understand that
even Benny isn’t a Goodman before
breakfast? “Remember Me! ”
Now, my roommate in one move
has me out of bed; we are dressed
and on our way; neither of us, real
izing the other’s rather not bonnie
best disposition, has spoken a word.
Later, with our faces washed, our
teethed brushed, and our tummies
full, we turn to say a pleasant,
‘ ‘ good morning. ’ ’ Thus, is is a good
morning, and peace is preserved.
Blessings on thee. Roommate.
“DEAREST FAMILY,”
One Salemite reported that an
other Salemite had sighed, “That
moon, and no male! There oughta
be a law —” What the girl really
said was probably “No mail” (male
would be too much to hope for!)
If for no other reason. I would
love Christopher Morley for his
views on “Unanswering Letters.”
My mind is a storehouse of clever
letters. I constantly go about men
tally jotting down catchy remarks,
interesting bits of go.ssip, poetic
phrases, and neat puns that I shall
use in my next letter to the family.
“Which reminds me. I must write
to them soon,” I say, “— very
soon. Bless their hearts! ” The fact
that I somehow never get my splen
did thoughts on paper seldom both
ers me. When I hear a funny joke.
I think, “Dad would enjoy that; I
must remember to write tomorrow. ’ ’
But when tomorrow comes, I only
have time for a note. “I’ll wait un
til tomorrow,” I rationalize, “when
I shall have time for a nice, long,
newsy letter in which I shall tell the
family all the happenings.” When
tomorrow arrives and I have time
for a longer letter, there seems to
be so much to say that I don’t know
where to begin. “To write a really
good letter takes meditation. ’ ’ I
muse until the bell rings, offering
a perfectly good excuse for further
procrastination. The next day, a
beautiful sunset reminds me how
much I love my mother and that per
haps I haven’t told her for a long,
long time. “But that’s so hard to
put in words,” I think, “I just can’t
do it now. Someday I shall, though. ’ ’
At the end of the week, when my
post office box is still empty, I begin
to wonder if my family still loves
me. After all, they haven’t answer
ed my letter. When did I write —
Tuesday? No, Thursday, Friday, no.
Well, surely I did write, I told Dad
that amusing thing, and told mother
how much I loved her. Or did I
write it? Heavens, no! It’s been
over a week since I wrote!! I’d
better da.sh off a card to them be
fore mother calls to know whether
it’s ptomaine poison or just influen
za. And the card goes something
like this:
“Dearest family.
Apologies for not having written.
Haven’t had a moment. Am well
and happy. I might remind you that
it’s the end of the month and I’m
broke. Write soon. Tomorrow, I
.shall write you a long, newsy let
ter—”
CHATTER AND
PATTER
Seen on the floor trucking on down
at Davidson Dance. Betty Bahnson,
Mildred Minter and others. Ye olde
scribes weren’t there, so we don’t
know what the femmes wore or who
else represented Salem. Oh yes, we
remember hearing tell of two more.
McCarty and Bonnie Ray.
V. B. Davis will be going home
next week-end we spect. She could
not get things quite under control
last time. Good luck, V. B.
:1
Phone 7121
Mary Lee Salley had her sister,
Prances, up to visit her this week
end. We were real glad to see
Frances again. She said a tenth-grade
boy she teaches persists in makin((
eyes at her.
Mary Thomas, Kate Pratt, and
Mary Turner attended the State-
Carolina game, Saturday afternoon.
They had a most enjoyable time, ac
cording to all reports, and Betsy
Fearing must have been over-anx
ious to see the game — or something
— if she was willing to ride down to
Raleigh in Kate’s rumble seat all
by herself.
Do you know what Helen Smith’s
middle name is? If you do, maybe
you can set acertain Vanderbilt law
student on the right track. Last
week it was “Marie,” this week
it’s “Roberta.”
Ginny Lee reports a big week-end
just around the city. Sounds like
“I’m Falling in Love With Some
one.”
Wonder how much Pauline’s tem
perature went up Sunday night when
Felix called her down at the in
firmary. ’ ’
From all reports, Becky, the blind
date you had last week was pleasing
to the eye and soothing to the ear.
No wonder Jean Knox jumps every
time the house phone rings — it’s
usually for her.
Some boys are dumb enough to
try to get a date with more than one
girl a nite. Ask Frances Cole and
.To Gribbin about it. They compared
notes.
V
George Ashby had Martha out to
put her stamp of approval on some-
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