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Friday, September 30, 1938. THE SALEMITE Page Three. r IE A TIIJ IP IE 1 - " S € C I IE T T I I DAKIE S/\y- THE CAMPUS CAT THERE’S NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN, BUT UNDER THE MOON — AH-H-H Tis smart this day to have skirts positively shagg^' with the hairs of- shedding' angora weaters. If you don’t be lieve me, look around you any cool day at the skirts of the Vogue-ishly clothed Salemites. Virginia Bruee Davis has a “Sig” jacket with all the seniors names and addresses written on it. Awfully clever. And have you seen her scrap book? Did someone say that sen iors are just four-year old freshmen? Last Sunday night’s Vesper service was an unusually beautiful one, don’t you think? There was something about the glow of the eandle light and the sweet dignity with which the new President of the “Y” made her apt simile that will prove a true inspiration to old and new girls at Salem? Our budding composere in Dean Vardell’s composition class are really straining their ears to hear inspiration in the air. Edith McT/ean’s composition, she thought was beatitiful, until she sensed there was something vaguely familiar about it — she had remembered too well her freshman exercises. Congratulations to the one who asked Marj-^ Turner last Monday to announce the time of Hitler’s speech. We are all vitally interested in the foreign crisis, but it isi so easy to miss such important spee!hes if we are not reminded shortly before. Thank yon ! Nan Totten’s little wire-haired terrier, turns a sassy nose towards Alice Clewell from the window where he stands. No insult intended, Clewellitesl Did you know that the old bell which orders oui- days has a name? Mrs. Jones, our delightful alumna of class of ’91, said that she named the bell for her class. It was named “Old Rouser,” and very appropriately, too. Let’s call the bell by its name. It has been neglected so long. The bell is really woven into the scheme of things at Salem; we all have a cer tain feeling abo\it its'faithful service and I’m sure we all think it deserves being called by its fouT‘-deeade-old name. Wanted: A cute short boy for Anne Johnson, who gets so tired of looking up and getting cricks in her neck. Reward offered. A UTTLE GIRL COULD STOP A WAR By Eleanor Sue Cox It was a clear crisp autumn day. The trees looked like pale misty clouds in the distance, then they were blue like ice covered Christ mas trees, and closer they were green, intermingled with orange, rod and brown — rich and gay in the late afternoon. The sky was blue — the soft, clear blue of a baby’s eyes, and in the west there were streaks of clouds — white clouds, then yellow and orange then blue clouds, all glowing and bright. And in the midst just above the pale misty clouds of trees a great ball of fire threw its rosy glow over the sky and earth in a heavenly light, A little girl stood, her brown eyes gazing amazed at the wonderful sight. She didn’t move. She was a tiny little girl —■ about nine. Her brown hair was short and shiny with a little orange ri^)bon fastened on each side with a bobby-pin. A brown and orange plaid dress just reached her round sunburned legs and was partly covered by a little brown sweater. The collar of her dress rippled over the neck of her sweater. She was a nice little girl —• you knew that by her clothes. And she was a kind little girl — you knew that by the shining radiance in her little face as she gazed in awe at the flaming sunset. Tf you could have been there you might have heard her when she said, ‘ ‘ Dear God, I ’ve said my ‘ now I lay mos’ nil my life and I know you don’t like to be bothered with so many prayers but I’m afraid, God. I heard Daddy say there was going to be a war where they shoot every body th.at goes. I don’t understand exactly but I have a brother, God. He 'a twenty and so big and strong. Ho carrien me on his shoulders and sings to me and he just loves my dolli} and we just talk ,and he’s the sweetest brother in the whole world. He’s in college now and he’s so smart — tlie smartest boy in college and everybody loves him — I do the most of all. Please God, don’t let tJiem kill my brother.” Then the little girl turned away happUy as the ,big golden sun sank slowly beneath the trees and left the sky all warm and golden and peace ful in the dusky evening light. FOUR SENIORS STUNG BY SCORPIONS Pour girls from the senior class were stung Wednesday by the Order of the scorpions. The girls receiv ing this honor were Emma Brown Grantham, Marian Sosnik, Mary Worthy Spence, and Josephine Hutchison. . We can’t decide whether Frances Walker was happy or sad when she came back to us Sunday. How about it, Prances f We understand that Prances Held- reth (and other Sophomores), are worried about inviting “him” to the dance because of all the darling freshmen. We also notice that the freshmen are Jiot worried about their dates! It’s fun to be fooled, but it’s more fun to know. What about those pills Adele takes to meals with her? Did you see the '“classy” car that Lib Nelson and SalUe were riding in Sunday afternoon. It’s rumored that it belonged to some “sleepy” Vanks from Pennsylvania. Wonder if Catherine is pitching over Georgia Teeh for Mt. Airy? Did you .see Retsy Spach’s “man- with-the-hair” that she took to the .Junior Jamboree? If you wondered what ull the noise was on first floor of Clewell Sunday afternoon, it was only Nancy O’Neal receiving the news that Bill Juke was in town. Ask Mabel what she was doing nut on Stratford Road, Sunday night. Holbrook, when are you going back to Raleigh? What’s this we hear about Ruth Templenian being invited to Georg ia Tech? Tell us how, Ifuth. Ida Lambeth has l)oen down in the dumps since Hill went back to Maryland. Ella Walker, who was that certain mau-about-town you were with Sun day night? ' Sara Harrison was seen again — going out to dinner with that hand some mun from Charlotte. Wonder why Howard didn’t ask Anne for a date Thursday night. Gam asked Felicia for one. School’s out for Anne, I guess. P. S.—Extra-curricular activities for Anne have much to do with a boy with a little green car. ,Tootie liked the picture of her horse — but so did someone else — or was it Tootie’s he wanted. Any- way, lie got it, he got it! Felicia supplies the onions and Tootie the bread and Seniors do no dating the night they make it into sandwiches. MAUDE BATTLE Guest Feature Writer It 1 pick Anne Whaling, Jessie Skinner and V. B. Davis, dated Davidson and Danville, respectably ,last week. Why was Peggy so excited last Sunday? Because she has a date this Sunday. Watch this column for later comments upon the situation. Jane Davis went to the game Sat urday and when she came home she knew the score — not of the game but of how she stood with Warreti. Mr. Daniel is coming Saturday to take the campus views for the an nual. He is coming before break- seenis that every time up a magazine I ;mi c.oufroiitod with such statements as: “Allure is the thing which men desire” or “Do your lips sparkle in the moonlight” (that goes with the ad that discusses the merits of a gardenia like skin), or simply “Be glamorous.” Now, some things I may have; but one thing assuredly 1 hiive not — glam our — and about oiiee a year I de cide that glamour is just what 1 need. Inwardly 1 say, “I’ll analyze my self.” This, it seems, is always the first step. Hven a prejudiced eye liko my own can see tiiat a feu- little things like figure (I am five feet six inches tall and weigh well, that’s my busine.'ts), face and feet are out of the ((uestion. By the time r finish the elimination there’s nothing left to work with. If I had a glass eye I would be so busy try ing to be coy with the other eye that [ wouldn’t have time to enumerate niy defects; or, if one leg were wood en, no doubt that would bring an individual glamour — yes, a very individual glamour. (Unfortunately, though, I’ui a i>orfect siKicimeu physically.) (Mamour! I’ve heard that one can pencil her eyebrows into semi S’s, get a black satin lress and a red cigarette holder, wear no rouge and gobs of lipstick, — and while I ’ni almo.st on the point of doing it, somehow I have ;i vague feeling (it may be only imagination), that niy mother would not approve. ^ Apparently 1 cannot be Venus de Salem. I have no parlor tricks. The girls oa the third floor of Bitting will hardly contradict me when 1 say I cannot sing. I can name the major Greek gods, recite the sons of Jacob (they’re really helpful for cross word puzzles), imitate a Ha waiian guitar, and quote a little — oh, a little, little Shakespeare. Ah me! to have lived only twenty years, three months, anditwenty-nine days’ I find life very complex. The problem of glamour was too great for me. Thus I asked thir teen Salemites for a ways ajid meaiiN to glamour, and the thirteen replied in one voice, “that certain something ...” 1 sliould have thouglit of this be fore! I’erhaps now you’ll under stand if you see me doing peculiar things at peculiar times in iHjciiliar places that I’m merely practicing. Now that I think about it. I’m glad' I haven’t that wooden leg' after all. NOTHING By Jackie Ray Do you ever stop to think just what you mean in replying, “Noth ing,” to the question, “ Whacha’ doin’, or whatcha’ gonna do?” It seems that “nothing” is a good word that applies to almost any thing, and more than often it is used without much thought on the an swerer’s part. If we paused for a moment and concentrated upon the real meaning of the word “noth ing, ’' nmybe we would not use it quite so often. Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary, tells us that “nothing” means a “nonentity,” and we know that a non*ntity is a iwrson or thing of no account. Who wants to be a nonentity or even do ano nonentity? Maybe the reason for thi.-i answer is that we are merely lazy and it’s not worth the trouble to say, “I think I’ll go twiddle my thumbs a while.” “Nothing,” could be substituted for these words very easily, but the fact is, the person never moans that she is actually going to do nothing at all. After all, if she wants to twiddle thumbs, and does twiddle thumbs, she is twiddling thumbs and there is no “nothing” about it! A NEW PERIL IN SENIOR fast. Even at that hour Peggy says she will be aVailable to lend atmo sphere. Who does Tootie’s brother think is the prettiesti girl at Salem? Hint- L. L. S. The Senior quartette, with Miss Lawrence supervising in the second floor hall of Senior Building, even at this moment ig struggling breath, lessly over their version of Carolina’s Alma Mater. You Freshmen would scarcely recognize your advisors dur ing these contortions. Practice hours have not been scheduled yet but I’m sure there will be an opportunity for all to hear. By Mary Lee Salley I sniffed, I snorted, I gasped, 1 choked as I rushed into the hull on third in Senior. All the upstairs .seniors were crowded In the hall sniffing. ] full,\’ expected Prances Turnage to get down on her knees and bark like a blood hound. The odor of something burning or singing was ttll over the place. We advanced varoius theories as to what it could be, considering among other things, burning love letters, hair being curl ed with an iron, spontaneous combus tion in som«\body's clo.sct, burning shoe leather, a hot victrola record, someone thinking for a change. None of our theories held true. Suddenly Mary Turner steamed out of her room cliid in an asbestos coat, her head swathed in a wot towel, a flashlight ill one liund and a bottle of cologne in the other. She was the picture of a courageous firelighter. AIiss Lawrence joined her and to gether they made a systematic in- vestigiition of Bitting and the sur- rounding groumls with no success. On their return, ij-^re Pighter Willis attempted to convince all that there was no immediate d:inger, that the time to start worrying was when the flames began licking at vour new evening dress. At .such time each girl was instructed to open her win dow, stand in front of it and take ten minutes deep breathing exercisc after which she should, if not al ready uncloUied, array herself in l,or most beautiful nightie, roll up her hair, cream her face and get out of the building as quickly an possible walking with calm dignity. After thc.se instructions the girls went to their rooms to meditate for the next half hour on what possessions they wished to save. Some decided on Philosophy notes, others, as u.sual, on pictures, while some .sat down and compiled a list of the things they wished to leave — junk accumulated from three years in college. After this procedure, each girl soaked a l-x24 inch towel in cold water for five minutes and placed it on tho foot of the bed. This completed preparations, but by this time the smoke had cleared, leaving no burn- ing timbers and, by this time you probably realize this isn’t all exact ly true. There is, however, an ele ment of truth in it — we did smell an acrid odor which wo later learned came from a nearby burning inciner ator. “Some men thirst after fame, some after money, some after love.” “I know something all thirst aft er.’ ’ “What it that?” “Salt herring.”
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