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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Friday, February 25, 1938. Published Weekly By The Student Body of Salem College Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association SUBSCRIPTION PRICE : : $2.00 a Year : : 10c a Copy Editor-In-Chief - Business Manager .— EDITORIAL STAFF Helen Smith EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Laura Bland Alice Horsefleld Assistant Editors:— Florence Joyner Mary McColl A^nna Wray Fogle Peggy Brawley Helen McArthur Sara Harrison Mary L. Salley Betty Sanford Katherine Snead Elizabeth Hatt Helen Totten Emma B. Grantham Margaret Holbrook Sara Burrell Helen Savage Betsy Perry Frank Campbell FEATURE DEPABTMENT Feature Editor - Maud Battle Staff Agsistants:— Mary Turner Willis Josephine Gibson Mary Thomas Evelyn McCarty Cramer Percival Leila Williams Marv W. Spence Betty Bahnson fillie Hines Peggy Eogers Madeline Hayes BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Assistant Business Manager E^th McLean Advertising Manager - Prather Sisk ADVERTISING STAFF Peggy Bowen Virginia Taylor Rebecca Brame Mildred Troxler Virginia Carter Margaret Patterson Grace Qillsspie Jane Kirk Circulation Manager — Exchange Manager Pauline Daniel Bill Fulton Associate Exchange Manager Frances Watlington Associate Exchange Manager Wimmer Assistant Circulation Manager — Elizabeth Piper Assistant Circulation Manager Millicent McKendrie Assistant Circulation Manager Christine Dobbins t^S7 Member 1938 F^socioted GbBedicde Pfess Distributor of GoUe6iate Di6esl IIKraKSSNTKD rOR NATIONAL ADVCKTIfINO BY NationalAdvertisingService,lnc. CoU$t$ Puhlishtrs R»Preuntativ« 420 MADI80N Avc. New York. N. Y. CHICA60 - BOSTON - LO* AHCCLCt • SAX FRANCISCO “LIGHTS OUT” Do you say “lights out” — when you leave your room? Or do do you say, “I paid for ray lights when I paid my tui tion; so I’ll just let ’em burn.”? Well, you did pay for lights on your tuition, but you paid for a reasonable amount and num ber of lights — not for an excessive “brightness.” You don’t need all your lights burning in your room all the time — and especially, when you’re not even “at home.” You’re just run ning up a high electricity bill; and we really didn’t promise to raise the electric company’s dividends this year, did we? Of course, you’re not expected to turn out all your lights when you leave your room for a few seconds, but do let’s try to remember to put them off when we go to class or to meals or anywhere for even fifteen minutes! Every little while of not using extra lights helps to lower that too-high bill, and every little bit of wasting lights sends the bill a jump higher. Let’s cut down our extravagance and help Mr. Oerter balance our budget! When he has to pay $100 more in one month this year for electricity than he paid in the same-month last year for elec tricity, don’t you think it’s time we helped some to end that un necessary expense? We don’t want the tuitiou raisd again next year; so, to solve this problem, pust “that button” as,you leave your room! -S. H. A DREAM FOR THE FUTURE AT KANDOM FRAGMENT What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of colored stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Bather glass that’s taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught, Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbow fraught With storied meaning for religion’s sake. —Amy Lowell. DREAMS I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies. And all my being’s silent harmonies Wake trembling into music. When you go It is as if some sudden, dreadful blow Had severed all the strings with savage ease. No, do not talk; but let us rather seize This intimate gift of science which we know. Others may guess your thoughts from what you say, As storms are guessed from clouds where darkness broods. To me the very essence of the day Reveals its inner purpose and its moods; As poplars feel the rain and then straightway Reverse their leaves and shimmer through the woods. —Amy Lowell. SCHERZO IN “BE SHARP” 44. What is the name fo the oval, ebony plate that is attached to the rounded edge of a violin bodyf 45. What term is applied to a short passage in which the brasses predominate? 46. Give the same for a special concluding passage of a composition. 47. What is an orchestral pre lude? 48. In vocalization, -what is, a. wavy, oscillating tone called? 49. What is the direction for re turning to the beginning and repeat ing? 50. What is the knowledge of bells and bell-ringing called? Answers: 44, ehin-rest; 45, fan fare; 46, coda; 47, overture; 48, tremolo; 49, da capo; 50, campanol ogy- MUSIC NEWS A dream for the future, yes. Every year Salem’s May Day is attended by several thousand people, not only from Winston-Salem, but from distant towns as well. They climb up our periwinkle hill with much slipping and sliding, a task hard on the older people who after all their trouble find their seats anything but comfortable. How much more comfortable, prac tical, and beautiful ’twould be if the hill were terraced and sod ded ! The land, moreover, would be protected if it were laid out in terraces. Such a project is, we admit, no small task necessitating no little expense; but it can be accomplished. Perhaps the best way would be to start a fund toward the realization of our dream. —P. B. Berlin.—A total of more than 175,- 000 cyclists pass through Berlin’s streets every day, according to de tails of a traffic census. Daughter: Daddy, what is your birthstone? Dad: A grindstone, I think. A little information has been giv en about Deems Taylor’s new opera, ‘ ‘ Romouncho. ” It is in three acts, has an original libretto, has its scene in the Basque country and makes use of Basque melodies. Queer things have been happening at the Opera House. At a recent per formance of “Don Giovanni” Et- tore Panizza, ready to start the overture, suddenly looked down to find no score before him. As it was too late to look for the score, which is usually placed on the condustor’s stand before he arrives, Mr. Panizza went through the overture from mem ory. A piano score was found, but did not help, as it lacked the acts. Mr. Panizza and Ezio Pinza (Don Giovanni”) did not always know what the other was thinking. It was a trjang evening for Mr. Pan izza, and no one ever knew what hap pened to the conductor’s score. ‘Moral: Students of conducting learn scores. Suppose this had hap pened to you!) ALL THE RAGE “0 wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! ” Some very rare postures are being practiced in Salem classrooms. Students have decided that sitting is the best way to develop the admirable hunch back of Quasimundo, the twist ed limbs of the Crooked Man and the stiff leg of John Silver. There are the “Salem sprawl,” the “school girl loll” and the “debutante slouch,” quite popular with the lazy and sleepy girls. Most of the daring and fidgety experimenters are testing their teachers’ nerves with the “prop” and a rocking chair per petual motion fad. The more timid, fragile ladies slump and drape delicately to improve their clinging vine technique, which incidentally is all the go with the boys. Even a few girls have tried the stiff-leg roller chair variety for which one must imag ine she is wearing casts on both legs and forget that she has knees to bend. All the teachers are delighted with the restful atmosphere in their classrooms. Doctors and physical education instructors predict an increasing business in unkinking girls. Those who have tried the fad and especially those who have observed it find only one serious drawback — it feels better than it looks. —F. J. ROTARY CLUB ENTER TAINS SALEM GIRLS Girls Elnjoy Luncheon At Robert E. Lee Hotel Tuesday at noon the Eotary Club greeted Salem College amd Salem Academy girls whose fathers are members of Eotary Clubs in the cit ies and towns in which they live. There were twenty-one girls from the college and eleven from the Academy, guests at the luncheon in the Robert E. Lee Hotel. Dr. Bondthaler introduced Miss Dorothy Hutaff of Fayetteville, col lege student, and Miss Molly Weeks of Winston-Salem, Academy student. These students in turn introduced the girls from their respective in stitutions. Each girl, as she arose, gave her father’s name and his classification in the club to which he belonged. Attending were: College—Johnsie Moore, Betty Bahnson, Winston-Sa lem; Elizabeth Winget, Albemarle; Lucile Stubbs, Lenoir. Ruth Schneal, West Point, Ga.; Kelly-Ann Smith, Monroe; Etta Walker Hill, Roanoke; Louise Norris, Durham; Frances Britt, Clinton; Nell Kerns, Durham; Frances Hugging, Leaksville; Ger maine Gold, Shelby; Peggy Jones, Charlotte; Helene Straus, Tazewell, Va.; Emma Brown Grantham, Red Springs; Eloise Sample, Fort Pierce, Fla.; Frances Turnage, Ayden; Mary Thomas, Knoxville, Tenn.; Marjorie Powell, Edenton; Josephine Gribbin, Asheville. Academy—Inez Tolies, Naugatuck, Conn.; Harriet Cunningham, Win ston-Salem; Mary Sun Warnken, Winston-Salem; Betty Thomas, High Point; Nancy Northup, Winston-Sa- lem; Helen Willis, High Point; Bar bara Best, Summit, N. J.; Caroline Cauble, Winston-Salem; Anne Doer- schuk, Badin, and Sun Bennett, Win ston-Salem. SALEM’S DATE BOOK Saturday, February 26—‘ ‘ Cherry Blossom Ball” (Junior-Freshman dance). Monday, February 28 — Fashion Show at Montaldo’s, at 7:30 p. m.; Academy recital. Tuesday, March 1—Civic Music Association presents Richard Crooks, tenor, at Reynolds High School, 8:3o’ p. m. Thursday, March 3—Music Hour, at Memorial Hall, 7:00 p. m. travelogue Many of you have seen interesting places and people. We would like to hear about them. Perhaps it will be a strange, romantic place in a far away land. Perhaps it will be an imaginative spot of which you dream. Perhaps it will be the gard en in your own back yard. Perhaps it will be the funny little woman who sat down beside you in a bus. Won’t you let us share these experiences? A Lunch Hour View of a Swiss Alp It was mid-summer. Somewhere deep in one of my pockets was a let ter which described sweltering heat, electric fans, perspiration, and Aug ust lethargy. As I sat shivering in two heavy coats, a sweater, scarfs, galoshes, and wool mittens, however, temperature was unimportant. Wind- i"g up, up, and up all about me were gorgeous snow pyramids, the tops of which were lost in cloud banks. Here was a world all its own bounded on all sides by cold whiteness. The bus grinding up and around seemed very small in the midst of so much powerful immensity. The sun glist ened and sparkled on the ice, mak ing It here and there blue, green, gold, and always against white. The brakes screeched and I met a snow ball full in the face. There was a picturesque Swiss inn, almost hang ing to the side of the mountain, i In side, in the tiny hallway, I smelled not soup, roasting chestnuts, and ap ple cider. In the dining room, by a large window overlooking the moun tains, I sat at a small round table which was covered with a red check ed tbale cloth. While Swiss maids, in their quaint Tyrolean costumes, served a delicious lunch, live Swiss yodelers in Alpine dress, sang and danced.
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