Friday, February 11, 1938.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
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Sn)E GLANCES
Modern etiquette! How many of
us know the correct time and place to
use it? Just to show you that all of
the Salem girls are not etiquette
breakers just listen to this. Frances
Turnage had a terrible time at the
dance Saturday night remembering
who to introduce first-the girl or the
boy. After much contemplation she
decided that you introduced the girl
to the boy. She did this all evening
and had a wonerful time. One’s per
sonality is expressed in a handshake.
For example McCarthy extends a
boneless-haind whicjh iresembles a;
spray of sea-weed.
I went to the show the other night
with Nancy Cline, Eve Tomlinson,
and Jane Bradshaw. We had more
fun talking out loud, rattling paper,
chewing gum. It was more fun than
the picture. Caroline Cresson and
Virginia McNeny were sitting two
seats in front of us and every time
some good music was played they
•started humming. Sara Stevens and
Charlotte King caught up with their
gossip at the same show.
Esther Alexander and Katherine
King are wonderful at whispering.
They can do it the longest and loud
est of any two people I know. Ann
Cook loves to nudge and pat people
on the back while talking to them.
It’s O. K. if you have any breath
left when she finishes. Laughter is
an enjoyable quality in anyone. Lau
ra Emily Pitts certainly has a hard
time making herself laugh. Mary
Lee Salley runs her a close second.
Christine Dobbins is alwaya trying to
imitate a tooth-paste advertisement.
Leila Williams, Fanny Cole, Dot
Hutaff and Jo Gribon love to play
bridge. They always fight for part
ners since all are ideal partners. In
case you don’t know what‘an ideal
partner is I ’11 tell you. It’s one
who never fails to criticise or to
make you aware of your mistakes
but on the contrary never recognizes
a good maneuver on your part and
never gives you credit for it whether
you win or los^e the hand. Long chat-
tv conversations over the telephone
adds to any one’s enjoyment if she is
waiting to use the phone. Jean
Knox in this respect is a sunshine
spreader—especially when talking to
Ted.
Clothes are to us what fur and
feathers are to beasts and birds. I’d
hate to se any fur or feathers resem
ble some of the clothes we wear. Too
many peculiar combinations are worn
here for me to mention each one. A
few of them are last year’s brown
and white shoes, ankle length skirts,
all sorts of stripes and plaids, loud
socks, etc.
Alertness at the table is one thing
very few of us have. Nell Holt has
more than any one I know. Prompt
ness is one quality we all have — we
break our necks to get to the dining
room on time — especially if we are
wearing socks to dinner.
Spring vacation isn’t far off so
here ia a good tip. Nothing makes
a better impression on your fellow
travelers than one carrying disre
putably broken-down bags and clut
tering numerous carry-alls and bun
dles. Time does not allow me any
more time to enumerate other acts
of modern etiquette, but look around
and find some for yourself.
LATINIBUS(?)
DOPEY MICK
Dopey Mick rides again! He
churns round and .round through the
water at a terrific speed, spouting
water, like a steam engine blowing
off steam. Then he slows down, fi
nally stops and sleeps in the sun
shine. Dopey is a little nervous
about baring his bulk on the water’s
surface to whatever may come. He
remembers with a shuddering spout
the time he was mistaken for an
island, and used as a camping place
all of one night. Also there was
another reason not to nap in the sun.
He had heard rumors that old A.
.Tab, whose leg had caused Dopey a
previous spell of indigestion, was
hunting him. But Dopey Mick had
not been caught yet, so he probably
wouldn’t be. After several hours of
dozing he suddenly woke up to the
sound of jazz music. With a tre
mendous splash and lashing of his
tail, he turned. Giving himself up
to the primitive rhythm of the music,
he flashed about, leaping up and
down in the water. Suddenly every
thing darkened around him, and with
out warning a great hairy leg came
down upon him, pinning him to the
bottom of the bowl — A. Jab, the
eat, had caught him. There was no
time now to take another piece from
A. Jab’s leg. Luckily the leg with
drew as quickly as it had appeared.
Dopey Mick gurgled a sigh of re
lief and began nursing his wounds
where the claws had jabbed into him.
Another danger was immediately
upon him, however. He saw Googoo,
the two year old, and Seashell, age
si.v, bearing down upon him in full,
sail. Googoo was armed with a safe
ty pin tied on a string, and Seashell
had a small frying pan. Here end
the adventures of Dopey Mick, the
gay gold fish.
CHAHER & PATTER
Ginny, we were surprised to see
you around the dormitory Monday
night. What happened? Did Bill
leave for Hot Springs a day early?
Ot did you get stood up?
Pueribus kissibus
Sweeta girlorum;
Girlibus likibus,
Wanta somorum.
Girlibus pateribus
Enter parlorum;
Kick pueribus,
Exit duorum.
Nightibus Darkibus,
Nonus lamporum;
Jumpibus fencibus,
Pantibus torum.
—(The Hawk).
DAY-DREAMING
I’ve always thought that when I
made my first million there were a
lot of things I wanted to do' for
Salem, or rather. I’ve thought of
some things that a lazy person might
like to have here. Such things as
elevators for Alice Clewell and Lou
isa Bitting, or perhaps escalators, I
liaven’t decided which yet.
I would like to have lights in every
closet, or at least furnish each person
with a flashlight, so that she could
find a shoe that had been pushed to
the back, or see to pick up the towels
that had fallen on the floor.
Then there would be an escalator
coming up from the gym, and one
to the Academy, so that we wouldn’t
be puffing and blowing so much when
we got to classes.
Writing pads on the tub room doors
in Alice Clewell wouldn’t be such
a bad idea either, so that you could
sign for a tub between 10:00 and
10:30. And I would furnish the
dining room with paper and pencils
on Sunday morning for the seniors
when they try to remember every
one’s box number.
Also there would be telephones
in each room, indirect lights, plenty
of towel racks, and a cabinet over
the basin to hold all your queer bot
tles. Of course, breakfast would be
served in bed if you didn’t want to
get up for it. And all you’d do
would be to ring a bell and a maid
would come in with it, pulling down
the window and turning on the
radio too. In fact, any time you
wanted a maid just ring a bell. (It
would help to have some that could
work math, write French sentences,
etc.). And they’d always press your
dresses, make up your bed, and do
other odd jobs.
There wouln’t be any classes ’till
10 o’clock, and there would be some
one to take a cart around with such
•things as candy, san’dwiches, etc.
Sort of a combination of Wee Blue
Inn and the “Y” Store on wheels.
And our laundry would always be
brought up to our rooms.
I might wish for the teachers not
to give us any home-work — but it’s
only a wish, so what’s the use ?
Jean Knox seems to have a case
up with Ted Smith. “Oh, but is it
Love,” Jean? From what I hear
you have something there! Don’t
let your roommate (that blonde sir-
een), answer your phone calls when
you aren’t here. You know she has
a very remarkable "gift of gab.”
By the way Ole Snoopy Sue (that’s
“me”), noted a fine exhibition of
heavy courting in senior parlor, Sun
day night. Could it be love, or just
the environment.
Miss Alexander, if you please, is
touring down to Carolina this week
end to be “one of those present” at
mid-winters. Just can’t wait girls,
to hear all about it.
What third floor, senior rushes to
the house phone every time it rings?
I won’t keep you in suspense, it’s
“Mias Jones.” She has been divid
ing her time between a promising
young lawyer and a tobacco mag
nate.
It seems that Pauline won’t play
unless it’s a Reynold’s man. Any
thing’s better than being an old
ma;d school-teacher, eh Polly?
Could a certain young man down at
State be the cause of Becky’s being
in a bad humor for the last two
weeks? Maybe you should have gone
to Carolina for the week-end.
Mr. Finley was courting in Bit
ting.
Even if Tom Jones does hail from
“Dook,” Babe O’Keeffe approves.
Miss Tweak, what do you say?
Extra! Extra! McColl of Salem
will be “at home” Saturday night
to McCall of Carolina.
SLIGHTLY DUSTY
Ella Joyner is the power house in
ye Salem halls. Did you know she
gets a Special every day and some
times twice a day? To say nothing
of posies. Clap hands Ella, here
comes Charlie.
PERSONALITIES
LOIS MORGAN
Anybody, whose favorite movie
idol is Donald Duck, should not only
be interesting but amusing aa well
and Lois is. Of the ten or fifteen
people I’ve interviewed for ‘ ‘ The
Salemite,” Lois has been the frank
est in her responses. I asked what
she liked to read and she said:
“Anything I don’t have to read.”
But really, she particularly likes
some poetry, such as Coleridge and
Whitman. Her motto for living is
expressed quite candidly as follows:
“I wanna eat and sleep and have
somebody to scratch my back. ’ ’
“That’s not bad!
So you see that beneath the modest
quiet dignity that is typical of her,
Lois is loads of fun and a grand
person. This comes out again in an
other amusing remark she made: “I
never have flunked any course ex
cept the math my brother taught at
Lenoir-Bhyne. ’ ’ Lois was at Lenoir-
Rhyne for two years. For both
those two years she was a member
of the dramatic club there and was
a class officer in her sophomore year.
Her suite mates tell me that ahe’s
fairly tidy and hates to write letters
bu the weakness of the flesh makes
her love to get letters.
Lois says her self that she does not
like people who don’t have a sense
of humor. She isn’t overly fond of
jazz, and doesn’t very much like to
go to church. If there is a hobby
in her life, that hobby ia the meticu
lous consumption of “hot fudge sun
daes.”
In twenty years, Lois has managed
to acquire two nicknames — “Mug
gins” and “Springtime,” and to
travel in forty-six of the forty-eight
United States.
Loia was born in Raleigh and lived
there for three years and moved to
Salisbury, where she’s lived since,
attending Boyden High, Lenoir-
Rhvne — and thence to Salem.
DO YOU REMEMBER?
A year ago this time the Athletic
Association gave a dance celebrating
the opening of the new gym — it
was February 6th, to be exact.
The love bug has started biting
people early up here. Maybe Bonnie
thinks she is still in Florida. And
doesn’t she wish she were. You
know it. Have you watched her face
when the gang sings ‘ ‘ Violets ’ ’ in
memory of dear Billy and the S. A. E.
Chapter in general?
Was the concert worth missing F. L.
To call. Bill? Or isn’t it anything
any more since it is such a habit?
We’re just jealous cause no body
called us all the way from Tennes-
Tootie’s week-end must have been
complete. She passed Geography and
George came up. Some fun.
Many was the heart that beat a
faat tatoo when the handsome Jay-
Oees helped with the book moving.
Too bad they are such book worms,
girls. What’s the matter? Since
when can books succeed in bringing
out the men when Salem gals don’t.
We must be slipping.
We can’t help wondering if ab
sence ia making Miss Evelyn’s heart
grow fonder for some one -else.
Patty Parted broughted back a
handsome picture of a piker. Pardon
me I mean Pi Kappa Alpha.
The goal set in the fund for the
proposed new library was already
passed, through contributions of the
different organizations in the school.
Miss Grace Siewers had given us the
plans and descriptions in expanded
chapel that week.
Mid-winters at Davidson and
Carolina attracted quite a few Salem
gals. To Carolina went Martha Raw
lings, Kate Pratt, Betty Bahnson,
Mary Lib Walston, Helen McArthur,
.Tulia McCorkle, Virginia Lee and
Jane Kirk.
To Davidson went Blevins Vogler,
Lizzie Trotman, Frances Alexander,
Mildred Troxler and Mary Thomas.
Also Mary Woodruff, Lou Preas, and
Bill Fulton took in the dances at
V. P. L
Dr. Raymond Haupert of Bethle
hem, Pa., conducted a four day con
ference on spiritual life for youth,
sponsored by the Y. W. C. A.
My tYpuat is on her vacation
My tryist’s awau fpr a week,
My trpudt us in her vacarion
Wgile these keys pley hude and
seej.
Chroes:
Bren Buck, bting bzck,
Oy, brung becj mub Onnie to me
to me;
BS&ng, b4xj, be-ng, bicz,
Oj brong brsk m— belnio-Imx,
Oh Helk!
dabit-dabit-dabit &(!***?*!!
—Exchange.
First Student: “Let’s cut class
es today and go to a show.”
Other Student: “Can’t do it. I
need the sleep.”
DR. LUCY L. WENHOLD
Dr. Wenhold has lived in many
exciting places. In the first place,
she received all of her preliminary
education here at Salem. As a little
girl, she loved to ride horseback and
to write poetry. About writing the
poetry — she says it was never a
striking ability and has ceased to
exist.
She received her degree from the
University of North Carolina. She
has studied in both France and
Spain. Dr. Wenhold likes all lan
guages but likes Spanish best be
cause, as a child ahe studied French
and German, but had no opportunity
to learn Spanish. And there you
have perhaps the keynote to her per
sonality; she always wants to do the
impossible! Just now (no references
to impossibilities, either), she is do
ing research work in South Eastern
Spanish Colonial History.
Dr. Wenhold has lived in Pensyl-
vania, the tropics, the West Indies.
Of all the places she has lived, she
saya, “I like the tropica best because
they are lovely and it is never cold
there. My supreme passion is hatred
of cold weather!” Her other chief
dislikes evidently consist almost en
tirely of canned peaches and spinach.
Aren’t we thrilled to find any
one as smart as Dr. Wenhold, who
genuinely likes good detective stories
and is honest enough to admit it?
She says that at bottom she ia a ro
manticist and she loves stories of ad
venture — literature, I mean. For
pure entertainment, she enjoys Jos
eph Conrad but when ahe reads for
entertainment she is not very critical.
Since 1928, Dr. Wenhold has had
charge of the Modern Language De
partment at Salem. We already
know something of her life here.
Since she is interested in animal
psychology and since she is partic
ularly fond of dogs, she has two big
collies. We know how suddenly she
can turn from the black-board to
startle us with a question; we know
how she rocks on her toes by the
radiator; we know how she searches
in vain with her foot for the missing
chair rung; and we know how noth
ing ia too much trouble for her to do
if it helps us. Because we nick
name the people we like the best, we
have given her the most ridiculous
name of all, “Dr. Wucy.”
HOW TO WIN AT
BRIDGE
1. Pick up your cards as dealt.
You will be ready to bid ahead of
the others.
2. If your hand is rotten, mention
it, it will guide your partner in his
bid and play.
3. If your partner bids first, don’t
hesitate to raise. He has to play it.
4. Never hurry. Try several
cards on a trick until you are sure
which one you prefer.
5. Occasionally ask what is
trumps. It will show you are in
terested in the game.
6. Don’t show lack of interest
when you are dummy. Help your
partner out with suggeations.
7. Walk around the table when
you are dummy and look at the oth
er hands. Tell them what cards are
good and how many tricks they can
take if they play right.
8. Talk about other subjects dur
ing the game. It makes for good
fellowship.
9. Feel free to criticize your part
ner. He will do much better as a
result.
10. Always trump your partner’s
tricks. Never take a chance.
11. Don’t try to remember the
rules. It is confusing.
12. If it is a money game, always
stop when you are ahead. It will
leave a lasting impression and folka
will remember you.
13. Always explain your plays,
particularly when set. It shows your
acquired knowledge.