Friday, October 13, 1939.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
FRIDAY, THE THIRTEENTH
In a few more hours, Friday the
thirteenth will be over. We hope
you didn’t have any bad luck '—
but then maybe you aren’t super
stitious. Most people at Salem are.
We noticed on Wednesday when £
ladder was stretched across the side
walk in front of the Sister’s House,
that many Salemites and two fac
ulty memberg took to the street.
We searched the Library high and
low to find something ab6ut the
origin of the superstition surround
ing, Friday the 13th, and we could
find nothing for this little column
eixeept the fact that people have
i>een superstitious concerning Fri
days since the Middle Ages when
Friday was the hangman’s day. All
the criminals with the death pen
alty were saved until Friday when
they were hung en masse. This idea
of thirteen doesn’t need any expla
nation. Thirteen is just thirteen, arid
it’s simply unlucky. So, don’t let any
black cats cross your path until
Hallowe’en. We’ll be seein’ ya in
a witches’ costume then.
BEAUX AND ARROWS
YOUR HOROSCOPE
TELLS —
BIRTHDAYS
October 14 - 20
You will face defeat time after
time and “keep smiling.” You
are often shy and nervous in
company, and you dislike travel
ing because of its risks. You are
ambitious, and if you direct that
trait rightly it will help you to
accomplish great things. You are
highly excitable.
October 15 —
Sara Henry
October 18 —
Jennie Linn
Aline Shamel
October 19 —
Reece Thomas
October 20 —
Agnes Colcord
Sallie Emerson
S£KIOK
Does any one know those three
cute seniors whom even blind dates
stood up for the dance Saturday?
Too bad those same boys can’t even
come to the Swing . . . Who was the
young banker that Virginia Breakell
read her physiology assignment to
Sunday . . . More power to the girl
The love-bug certainly does get
around •— even Louise Norris was
seen hand-in-hand with Winston
Sunday . . . More power t othe girl
who can get a man down to a dance
one week-end and a bid to V. P. I.
the next: for reference, see that
Tazewell gal . . . Sara, could Allen
be the reason for turning down that
very eligible Bus- man Thursday
nightf . . . Did any one happen to
see Lib Norfleet getting excited in
the P. O. ’tother day over a pack
age that turned out to be only a
Sears -Roebuck catalogue? That old
tennis department at S.-B. Co. comes
to us highly recommended by Miss
Norfleet too, by the way . • . Need
less to mention — Louisa’s trip to
Charlottesville; it’s just another
item in her crowded schedule . . .
Ella Walker, wouldn’t it be simpler
just to go to Martinsville instead of
all the way to Roanoke each week
end? . . . Frank, Tommy is really
getting to be another one of those
Salem traditions, eh? ... All those
who didn’t rate Dirt this week Yrill
have a glorious opportunity Satur
day; we hear all the co-eds are com
ing to the Swing (Take notice, Miss
Watson!) ... It’s rumored that; Ann
and Jane Alice are concocting elab
orate plans for the coming week-end
in Gastonia. ... All the seniors’ hats
are off to the record-breaker —
Kluttz got three different long dis
tance calls while she was at the
show Tuesday night . . . Eve must
be scared of some senior snakes.
Why else did she suddenly ask Jim
my to the senior dinner after Miss
Lawrence’s little conference?
Short Story
Short Story; She is a married
woman but for some time she has
been having one of those affairs . . .
he wanted to give her a nice pres
ent, but was fearful lest her hus
band grow suspicious . . . finally he
thought of a scheme ... he bought
an expensive diamond bar pin, took
it to a pawn shop where he pawned
it for $10 . . . then he took her the
ticket and gave her $10i, telling her
to tell her husband that she found
it and that she was going to go
down and see what it was for and if
it was worth the price she was going
to get it' . . . her husband said there
was no need for her to make a spec
ial trip because he went by that
pawn shop every day, so she gave
him the ticket, congratulating her
self because she was going to have
the pin and at the .same time keep
the $10 . . . next evening the hus
band returned home, tossed his wife
a beaded bag, told her that was what
the ticket called for and that it set
him back $3 . . . she was furious,
but could not, of course, say a word
. . . two days later she went to her
husband’s office to get some money
and there sat his secretary wearing
the diamond bar pin!
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11 DARE SAY I
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a That plenty of girls have red faces this week after having 1
= danced in the Student Government Council’s no-break. These girls 1
1 and their escorts who were not supposed to be on the floor seemed =
E especially conspicious. =
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g That many holders of Contemporary Theatre tickets had a I
§ time deciding whether or not to see the picture “Golden Boy,” I
I since the same play is coming here on the series. Of course it |
g wouldn’t have hurt ns to stay home one night and study, but ## 1
i decided it would be fun to see the picture and compare the two. a
□ i
I That the saddest tale of the week is about Sue Forrest \rho §
5 shed tears in the rain Thursday morning ’cause they couldn’t play =
I the finals of the tennis match and consequently she would have no 1
= story for the sports page. Sue must be a real newspaper woman, g
M ’cause she cared very little for the match in which she was playing, 1
I but only for the story for the sports page which she edits. 1
everything but Dr. Bullock’s itch
medicine. May as well try that, Nell.
It can’t get any redder!
SOPHOMORE
JUNIOE
(Continued From Page One)
“A,” “B.” "C” Books
Austin, Texas — (AGP) — A new
wrinkle in literature evaluation •—
grading books by warfare’s stand
ards —■ has been uncovered here by
Donald Coney, University of Texas
librarian.
The National Library of Edin
burgh, Scotland, according to Mr.
Coney, now rates its books and
manuscripts “A,’> “B,” and “C,”
■with an eye to preserving its most
valuable material in times of war.
“A” books are to be protected
against air raids “at any cost,”
“B” books, if possible. “C’> books
constitute the others, Mr. Coney said.
“It appears that the Scots have
devised a novel- use for “ G ”■ mater
ial. Presumably in times of stress
they could be spread thick on the
library roof to ward off aerial
bombs. ”
Flash — The New 1940 “Sweet
heart of Sigma Chi’> — Teeuie Mc
Ghee. Come on McGhee, tell us how
it feels!!! . . . Wonder why “Bab
bie” and “Coly’’ felt so bad when
Hack and Harry walked in last Sat
urday night with flowers? . . . Mil
dred, the Student Government ^nds
'ou their personal congratulations for
becoming a member of the council.
They said you should have let them
know ahead of time; the show was
almost too great!!! . . . “Oh! mej
Oh my! What shall I do. Doesn’t
anyone have a suggestion to offer.”
—quote M. Patterson after last week
end . , .“Early-bird” we hear your
pulse jumped a beat oyer lull’s Ken-
tucky-Colonel. . . . Kat. Kin£ liow
does it feel to get caught in a “ little
white fib ’ ’ after breaking a date. It
must have been rather embarassing
. . . Why was ^atty all smiles after
last week-end? It couldn’t be love
in bloom; could it? — oh, iio!!! . . .
Going home on the s'am^ bus Satur
day, October 14th, Nell, Esther, Kel
ly, Patterson, Nancjy S., Lee, Patty,
Babbie, Earlybird arid Colie. Sotrie
poor bus driver is in for an awful
beating. Wonder, what kind of flow
ers he likes , , McCoy, was that Fred
Astairo with you at the dance Sat
urday hite? li it wasn’t, it was a
mighty swell decoy for him! . . .
If Nell doesn’t soon get rid of that
boil On her nose, she’s gonna have
a nervous breakdown. She’s tried
Mary Wilson, your date last week
reminded us of of Viking come to life
How about a Greek God next time?
. . . Have you seen the lovely Sal
em ring Jo Brill is wearing? She
won’t be wearing it long, however,
for she has promised to give it to
“somebody else.” . . . What’s this
we hear about you and Jim Vogler,
Copie? . . . Rumor wafts to us the
sound of bells, Dollie. Can they be
wedding bells? ^ . . Orchids to Mar
tha and Paton for those gorgeous
orchids at the dance . . . Johnsie Ba
son has hanging in a conspicious
place in her room the athletic award
of a certain boy from the Univer
sity! How dew you dew it, Pohn-
sie? . . Why did Lenoir High lose
to Reynolds High? Our guess is that
Lucy and Dot McLean, who were
sitting on the players’ bench, took
the boy’s minds off the game! . . .
We suspect that Wyatt enjoys all
these conferences because she loves
to have her way with the ministerial
students. Tell us how it’s done,
Wyatt. . . . Pat Barrow came back
glowing and excited after her week
end spent at home amidst the Dav
idson and V. M. L boys. ... It ap
pears tliat Edith thinks her room
mate’s brother is miich cuter than
an Oak Eidge uniform. We think
so too. ... At the dance we found
the head that fits the Riverside cap
owned by Fitzey . . . What! No date
at the dance, Roberta Kate? After
all yoiir offers to the Freshmen!
FBESHMAN
On again — off again — ’ats me!
Ready? le’s go! . . . who was Pol
ly’s hee?oot date for the dance?
Woo-woq!l! ... That long-distance
cill certainly did hefil the ailing
Miss fe. Cooper last riite!! ... ‘S’ a
pretty sweater you have, “Mott”
—Where’d you get it? We wanta
know! ,. . Some men are j>ests, aren’t
they, ftiararuth? Better beware,
the^ ’re awfully nice, too . . . These
weeic-eridera get me — such as — li.
Hartsell? Lucky people! . . . Adele
certainly is happy of late! We won
der — (dr do wet) “Jingle Bells”
— umm. . . . Who’s been .calling
“Lindy” so much lately? Don’t
worry — we havent found out. . .
“Phil” Utley is getting mighty re
ligious lateily. What’s this about a
male welcoming committee at the
church, (itm lium), now I see! . . .
Who’s going to be left here Vith me
while every one else goes home this
we?k-end? .Make yourselves at home
fellow sufferers! . . . Spiking of
your talk, Ann H., on “Why Men
Prefer Blondes,” it seems as tho’
the women do, too. Ahem! Don’t
shoot. . . . Ever noticed a hungry
tramp press his nose against a cafe
window and peer in temptingly? —
you ought to see a Freshman when
a male-goes bylfl-,,, . That weet*
end was quite profitable, Jeanne
That we wish to call the special attention of all Sophomores
and students of English Literature to the following excerpt from
the column “Pass the Peanuts” which appears nightly in the
“Twin City Sentinel.
“Mias Margaret Tufts, who teaches Chancer in her English
classes at Lees-McBae College in Banner Elk, told her pupils to
write a modern poem in the style of the immort^ Geoffrey. Con
sidering the wisdom of her assignment, she decided to dash off a
few lines hemelf. The result came to us on the back of a post card
tho other day:
When that Octobre with his frosty morning
Makes 8 a. m. seem just at dawning:
When all the trees are red and yellow
And harvest moons and apples mellow
And pigskins are tossed among the natioas.
And college boys are aggregations.
Than longen folks to be collegiate
And seek the gridiron most immediate
Where they themselves once made the headlines,
Or scribbled notes and dashed away before the deadlines.
We hope this doesn’t give Mrs. Downs any ideas . We can’t
even speak the lingo much less write something like it.
That the funniest story of the' week cocems Dr. Bondthaler.
It was broadcast over both local station in a speech made by M>.
Bobert Hanea. We haven’t spacei to tell it here, bat we do say that
if you didn’t hear it it would be worth your while to get someone
who did to tell it. Incidentally we wonder who the Freshman in
the tale could have been. Very Sassy, we’re shocked! We strongly
suspcct that Mr. Hanes made the whole thing up, but it is funny.
Cowpor. Pretty pin, too!!! Agree?
. . . Was that an exciting phone call
t’other day, “Demon of the Courts”
McCoy . , . You’d never guess who’s
been receiving so many air-mail let
ters lately? Louise M. could
answer that (if she already hasn’t)
. . . off again s’long!
DAY STUDENT
What’s this we hear about a feud
between a junior music student and
one of our own May Court attend
ants? May the best gal win! . . .
How about that Yankee who wired
an acceptance to the dance when
he’d hardly been asked and when
he’d only seen the girltwi ce in his
life . . . Even tho’* Peg moved away
from the old home lawn, she’s neith
er lost nor forgotten. Ask her who
her Sunday dinner guest was? . ,. .
We pre.scribe a very strict diet for
Bosa, she’s getting entirely too fat.
GainedG 3 pounds in 10 years! This
will never do! , . . Martha Hine had
better stay off of this vanilla ice
cream and carboriatfid water diet.
Confidentially, it’s not so good for
one. ... It looks like Sari is using
the I. B. S. dance to patch up a littl”
matter that arose during State K-
nals last year. . . . Lillian, what’s
this we hear — something about two
Or three specials tied in blue ribbon,
and there are only ?ix for a lifetime
and why did the whole family read
the one last Siinda^ ... It looked
like the real thing between Chubby
and Lancet at the dance Sa'turday.
What about those other three men
Chub, One of them has written her
40 letters in the past six weeks —
figure that up! . , . We hear Mary
Louise was a little dubious about
having Jt^ck write Mary Ann a spec
ial and then call her long distance,
from Chapel Hill. After all Mary
Louise, he was only checking up on
you and there should be no doubts
in your mind after Saturday nite . . .
We hear Janet Tucker lias a new
man in Lexington and incidentally,
Jane, didn’t we see you going in a
certain side show at the fair? . . .
By the way why didn’t Bosalie ask
the one and only to the Saturday
dance? We hear he calls her every
night. . , . V. Summer really had the
men lined up for aSturday’g dance
3 of ’em and all some of these weU
known “ men about town.”
TO SERVE YOU
To those of you
who are quite now
and may not know
just how to go
about the things
that college brings
to puzzle you,
we offer this:
you can dismiss
from mind your care’
and let us share
your problem; here
is a form-note
which you may quote
to savo yourself the wracking strain
of always trying to explain
your numerous activities
and financial necessities
Dear mom and dad: I really am
so sorry that I did not write
you long before,
but truth to tell, just now my stam
ina is low, for every night
at length I pore
0 ’er all my lessons, for my aim
in college life is to acquire
great intellect.
In packing up before I came
1 left a bit of my attire,
so please direct
the following at once to |ki6;
(this is filled in according to
personal need. , ^ (
Of course I miss you constantly
and there is no one down here who
can supercede
you in my heart. Oh, by the way,
I saw the cutest little dress
at the “Ideal”—
I know you’d like it, mom.
Oh, say,
if you should feel industrious
it would be real
nice if you could send a cake
or two, for working night and day
makes us so weak.
Well, guess I’ll close. I have to
make
a claM right now, so I shall say
good-bye. Next week
I’ll write again;
till then,
my love —
P. S.—I shall await a note from you.
P. P. S.—A cheek would be qnite
welcome too.
—Lenny Betscher.