Friday, February 18, 1938.
Good night ? Oh ! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the love night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight ?
Be it not said, though, understood •—
Then it will be — good night.
To hearts which n«ar each other more
From evening close to morning light.
The night is good; because, my love.
They never say good night.
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EYES: A FRAGMENT
How eloquent are eyes!
Not the rapt poet’s frenzied lay
When the soul’s wildest feelings stray
Can speak so well as they.
How eloquent are eyes!
Not music’s most impassioned note
On which love’s warmest fevours float
Like them bids rapture rise.
Love, look thus again,—
That your look may light a waste of years,
Darting the beam that conquers cares
Through the cold shower of tears.
Love, look thus again!
* * * *
Then Almitra spoke again and said,
And what of marriage, master?
And he answered, saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be
You shall be together when the vrhite wings of death
scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of
But let there be spaces in your togetherness
And let the winds of the heaven dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one
of you be alone, ,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone although they
quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each
—^From “The Prophet,” Kablil Gibran.
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Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
—Longfellow, / ‘ Evangeline. ’ ’
TO “HOW GOOD A EOOWCMATE
SALEM’S POST OFFICE
(Continued From Page One)
still brings over the College’s and
Academy’s mail every day.
After the mail was brought over
from the post office in long-ago days,
it was carried around in a sack to
the different “room companies” to
be distributed. The senior in charge
of the dormitory (Main Hall, then)
would carry the bag to the teacher in
charge of each room company for
her to go through the whole packet
to get out the mail which belonged
to her girls. Later this practice was
supplanted by the one of taking the
sack to the dining room and pour
ing the mail into the lap of the teach-
at the head of each table for her
to look through it and pick out the
pieces for her table girls. The first
individual mail boxes that the girls
had were in Main Hall at the north
ern end of the first floor near the
fountain or to the right of the end
door through which we enter after
chapel (differing opinions on the lo
cation of those boxes). When the
Salem post office moved to its pres
ent building, the College bought the
United States boxes from the old
post office building and put them up
in two sections on the back porch of
the book store. Those boxes had
wooden sides and a metal grill in
their bottoms to let dust fall through.
Mrs. Mary S. Best, who ran the
book store at that time, put the
mail up from the end of the
})ook store and the girls had to go
outside on the porch to get it. Those
boxes were free, but each girl bought
her key for hers. It seems that Mrs.
Best was a strict lady because Miss
Turlington remembered very clearly
the times that she and numerous
others had gotten their hands slap
ped, and hard, for reaching through
from the back side to get their mail
if they had forgotten or lost their
key; when she caught them reaching
through ilrs. Best would put their
mail away and not give it to the
girls for a week. And what a scram-
Before I hear the doctors tell
The danger of a kiss
I had considered kissing you
The nearest thing to bliss.
But now I know biology,
I sit and sigh and moan;
Six million mad bacteria —
.4.nd I thought we were alone.
ble there was every morning after
chapel on that back porch when the
mail was put up! In 1932, when Mr.
Snavely eame to Salem, these boxes
were taken down, and the back end
of the book store was boarded in.
The sections of boxes were moved to
Alice Clewell Building to Room 105
(Milicent McKendry’s room now).
At that time the faculty mail boxes
were outside Dr. Rondthaler’s office
in • the office building, and every
morning Miss Lawrence would bring
the girls’ mail down from her box
to Miss Mattie who put it up in the
individual boxes in Clewell.
After the new post office moved
across the street in 1927, more and
more girls each year rented boxes
there. Now approximately 200
Salem girls have about 100 of the
270 boxes in the post office. Salem
College, Salem Academy and “The
Salemite ’ ’ each have a large-sized
box there too. There are now five
incoming mails daily and seven out
going ones; on Sundays and holidays
there are one incoming and two out-
goig trips. (And by the way, if you
ever want to get a package from
behind the window on Sunday, there
is always somebody to give it to
you from 8:30 till 9 on Sunday
mornings,) About 300 letters come
to the Salem post office every day
(We’d like for it to be 600, wouldn’t
we? So answer the ones that you
owe, girls!). The three men who
sell us stamps and put up our mail
every day are Mr. F. E. Coston, who
has worked for the post office for
15 years, Mr. E. E. Phelps, who came
down to the Salem Station this year
from the Main Office, and Mr. S. J.
Boyles, who has been working for
the post office for 17 years.
And so you have the history that
I could find of Salem’s post office
— an institution whose home has
been on Main Street for years and
years and years.
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