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THE SALEMITE
Friday, February 25, 1938.
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SALEM POME CONTEST
Last week the Feature Staff announced a Pome Con
test. For the benefit of those whose memory is a little
hazy, we reprint the contest rules.
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The rules of the contest are as follows:
All pomes must be original.
The pome does not have to be what is known as
poetry.” It may be merely rime.
All manuscripts must be written in ink.
A prize will be given for the best pome.
Ribbons will be given for:
a. The best pome submitted by a student.
b. The best pome submitted by a faculty member.
c. The most original pome.
d. The funniest pome.
All manuscripts are to be left at the “Salemite” office,
or are to be given to any member of the Feature Staff.
These two pomes have been submitted. Where’s your
pome girls?
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PICK UP YOUR CARDS
rodent-like I skirmish and dip
what? what?
into your affairs
of blistered heart and acid lip
who? who?
parrot-like I laud and promote
hear! hear!
the drowsy gray owl
with acute ear and silent throat
hail! hail!
woman-like I simply cannot
my dear! my dear!
practice my rosy-lipped
Theary of tending just my varied lot!
aha! aha!
oh. can you ?
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ON PRACTICE TEACHING
Behind the desk I sit a-glowering —
Outside the rain is patiently showering.
!
Down my back there goes a shiver
The students stare — I start to quiver.
My voice is trembling foolishly
My words are tangled outlandishly.
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Nothing I seem to say makes sense,
And Johnny Brown on mischief is bent
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If that child dares to ask a question,
I know I’ll faint at her suggestion.
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What was I saying — 1603?
That doesn’t mean a thing to me!
“Tempus fugit!!” — that may be so,
But I talk a life-time, while ten minutes go—
Oh how the seconds drag along
I wonder if I’ll ever hear that gong.
A “certificate” I’ll never need—
My interest has gone to seed.
I knew that lesson on “Hamlet” today—
Those naughty children scared it away.
This teaching gag may be for some
But nothing has ever left me so glum.
TO WRITE OR NOT TO
WRITE
Father: You are very late, John
ny.”
Johnny: I was kept in Daddy.
Father; Whyt
Johnny: I didn’t know where the
Philippines were.
Father: Well, in the future just
remember where you put things.
A Chinese emperor, who establish
ed a zoo near Peking about 1100
B. C., called it an intelligence park.
“Does my practicing make you
nervous?” asked the man who was
learning to play a saxaphone.
“It did at first when I heard the
neighbors discussing it and making
threats, but I’m getting so now that
I don’t care much what happens to
you. ’ ’
Joan: Have you ever had a lesson
by correspondence f
Jim: Yes, I don’t write to girls
any more.
Here it is almost time for my ar
ticle to be in, and I can’t even have
idea one ’bout which to write. I
have ruined one perfectly good mani
cure, even if I did do it myself, try
ing to get inspiration, but all to no
avail.
What, shall I do? In desperation,
I even started to have a poll of the
hall and find out what the gals want
ed to read about, cause after all, this
frenzy is for you. But then the quiet
hour bell rang and I didn’t want to
get another call down cause that
would put me on restriction. So, you
pee that was definitely out.
Started to write a little sweet ar
ticle telling all you readers what a
naughty, naughty thing it is to throw
things out of third floor windows.
Shame, shame everybody knows your
name ’cept those who really should
know. Or maybe that is always the
way things go. The ones who should
know about some happenings are al
ways the last ones to find out about
them. Aren’t some of you thanking
your lucky stars for that. Hope I
haven’t scared you too much.
Bead some pretty good advice in
the Citadel Bull Dog. Here it is for
you in case 3’’ou missed it.
ADVICE TO GIRLS
1. Keep away from the track men;
they are usually fast.
2. Never take dates with biology
men; they enjoy cutting up too
much.
3. The football man is all right; he
will tackle anything.
4. The tennis man is harmless; but
he enjoys a racket.
5. Watch out for the baseball man;
he hits and runs.
C. Be careful of the dramatic man;
7. Don’t play cards with a civil en
gineer; he is a bridge specialist.
8. Always let the band member talk
about himself; he enjoys blowing
about himslef; he enjoys blowing
his own horn.
If you would like more information
on any of the above occupations of
the other sex, perhaps you could get
Bonnie Ray to tell you all about the
track man. That is if you haven’t
already heard about S. A. E. Billy.
Or perhaps Miss Turlington would
give you an insight regarding the
biology man. Mary Charlotte Nelme
would be only to glad to tell you a
few long good stories about football
men. We suggest that you ask lit
tle Evelyn McCarty whether or not
she agrees with the remark made
concerning tennis players. You can
ask almost any of the Home Eco
nomic gals what they think about the
band boys. From what we have
heard some of the band boys did a
good job of blowing up at the roof
when Miss Katherine Hanes enter
tained the Davidson Band and sev
eral other guests. Just a few others
though. You can inquire of Louise
Preas to find out about the dramatic
man. Tonnage or Virginia Lee might
give you a few pointers on the base
ball men. But to save our necks we
can’t find some one to refer you to
to find out about civil engineers.
CHAHER & PAHER
Jean, you certainly were rushing
the “promising young lawyer” (Mr.
Blackwell to you, girls) at the I. E. S
dance, Saturday night. I hear that
you and Winfield have a common in
terest.
Helen Smith touched off to Ten
nessee for the week-end. How could
you bear to be away from Winston-
Salem that long, and leave your to
bacco magnate to the wiles of these
Salem girls unprotected?
I hear that the maid of honor and
the May Queen co-operated this week
end in entertaining each other’s
dates.
Hi, duchess! (meaning Miss , Cole
of the I. R. S.). It seems that your
gracious smile and charming manner
lias entitled you to an evening with
that “promising young lawyer” who
appears to be the “Apple of every
senior’s eye.”
Tweak’s Citadel Cadet came up to
see her this week-end. Perhaps the
song “An Old Flame Never Dies”
applies to the romance. You know
Bill has been coming to see Tweak
since her freshman year’
Millie went to Burlington for the
week-ends. We wonder if it was
homesickness or the desire to see
Bob. Come on ’fess up, Millie!
Leila, a little birdie tells me that
you and a certain Mr. La Roque have
become quite friendly! Seems that
your Carolina man has keen compe
tition! Maybe he realizes it — any
way I hear that he is coming up this
week-end.
NOT NECESSARILY SO
What was the cause of so many un-
happy faces Tuesday night? I won
der if it was because the Davidson
Band played here that night and
didnt have time to come out to school.
At least that was the story told.
How is Bill now, Fanny? Even
though Troutman isn’t so far away,
he really may be very busy. And
you have Jack in the meantime.
Twins are fine — Tootie and Glenn
think so too — especially when they
like different ones. But it’s a dif
ferent matter when room-mates start
entertaining. Ask Glenn about it.
Too bad Becky you have lost your
umbrella at this time of year when
there is so much rain. Maybe it is
not the loss of the umbrella you mind
but just the thought of losing some
thing he gave you.
Imagine Mary Turner Willis’ em-
barassment when after the I. R. 8.
dance last Saturday night Lillian
Parks asked her about Mills. Mary
Turner said with a very straight face
that she didn’t know whom he dated.
The hit of last week-end was An
nette’s Courtney — tall, blond and
handsome. No wonder Annette beam
ed all week-end. All the girls who
met him greatly approved of him;
so now Annette it is up to you. How
was the Greensboro trip?
Anne Johnson was on the go all
week-end. She went to the Home
Economic Conference in Salisbury on
Saturday, and then home on Sunday
with Mick, Bill and Manuel.
“SEI PEONY”
Dere Ma,
I jest dont know whut this place
is a kumin to! We is had 3 dances in
this here one month of Februarie and
I kin hardly believe it. The one last
Saturday night wuz fer the out-of-
state gurls and when I wuz ast
whare I wuz from, I said, ‘ ‘ Pumpkin
Center” and since they didn’t want
to embarase me by asting whare that
wuz, they j^st let be kum anyhow.
Tomorrow nite, the freshmen is giv
ing a Cherry Blossom Ball fer the
juniors and we is all a lookin’ for
ward to a elegant time. Glad i’ll
ki»w who I’m a dancing wid this
time like I didn’t know at the Mas-
kerade. Me an Cornflower is taking
Willie and Jonathan if they ever gits
here. They is a plannin to drive
over frum Poketown in that air ve-
hikle of ther’n an since they kant
leave there til they tend to the bos
ses and cows an gather the eggs, they
probably wont never make it over
here fore way after supper time.
I show is glad Valentine is over!
I didn’t know I had so many swee
ties until all them boxes of kandy an
them purty lacy paper harts started
kumin in. Hiram sent me a box of
different kolored taffey an Abe sent
me a box of them pretzels like you
eat with beer, only we kant have
no beer here. I didn’t get but one
bunch of flowers an thy wuz about
half ded. Luke sent me a box of
fresh home grown vegetables which I
HERALDING SPRING
A spring dress of lightweight wool
in brilliant plaid of green, lavender,
black and gray, trimmed with chif
fon velvet. The peasant influence is
emphasized in the puffed sleeves,
the basque waistline and the lacings
on sleeves, at neck and waistline.
Posed by Rose Stradner, Metro-
Goldwyn-Mayer star.
FROM A MAD HOUSE
College has been most beneficial to
me; and I offer this es.say as proof
of the veracity of my premise. And
even if the reader thinks in all sin
cerity of conviction, that my prem
ise is false, the least he can do is
to read my point of view, and re
spect it for what it is worth.
(That’s a compliment, readers, I’m
crediting you with discrimination, a
most admirable trait, they tell me!)
Now I must hastily apologize for the
unwarranted defensiveness which I
have displayed, and continue the de
velopment of my premise. Listen to
this: although already the practical
value of my college training has been
extensive, my most perceptible gains
do not manifest themselves tangibly,
but intangibly—for it is in my reas
oning ability that I have progressed.
Now I do not say this with the smug,
self-satisfied complacency of a Fresh
man who thinks as she did when she
graduated (or was graduated, which
ever the case may be) from prepara-
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thot WUZ real nice of him.
The basket ball turnement is going
good now and we is all plezed wid
the way its a kuming along. Tis too
bad tho that the freshmen is such a
punie little bunch or maybe they’d
have a gooder chance to win. As tis
now, anybudy kin jest ncok ’em
out’n there way and run clean over
’em. They is giving 2 keeps this
yere — one to the A team and one to
the B team. I is on the XYZ team
but maybe we kin win a ribbin. The
truble wid me is that I jest kant git
my feet up offin the flore. It aint
my fault that I is 6 feet tall an wey
175 pounds an jest kant rase myself
into the air with much eze, but the
gym ladies says I kan’t niever be a
good player till I lerns to do that.
I is over i nthe new liberarie try
ing t orite this letter, but there is
so many gurls asleep round me that
I kant hardly koncecentrate. This
shore is a nice place to sleep only
I always drap off with a book in
hand an if my techer sees me, he
kails on me a olt the next day.
Hant nothing much really happen
ed up here that I kin write you about.
Had a fire drill tother nite an I got so
excited that I fell flum down the
steps.
Has got to go kurl my hare for the
dance.
Luve,
Peony.