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Friday, May 3, 1940. THc, SALEMITr. Page Three. YOUR EDITORS -- By Each Other SARA HARRISON “Bettor than anything else I like to talk; so this just suits me,” dark-hiiirc'd Sara said as the “inter- viowor” began. With that “what-is- thc-story-ofyour-lifet” attitude I sat listening. Sara was born four days after Chriatmas, 1919, and therefore cheated the government out of a whole year’s bit of income tax by arriving two days before the year ended so that her father could list her as an exemption. She was run over by a fish truck when five years old; fell off a trapeze bar (on her head!) when in the fourth grade —hasn’t missed a school day since, by the way; and started her journal istic career as school editor in the sixth grade. “My favorite part of me is my traveling,” she said, and indeed she has good cause to be proud of her travel itinery—she has visited twen ty-two states and eleven countries— qnite a nice start for a college sen ior, or ,anybody, for that matter! Among the interesting places she has been are Chicago World's Fair, Phil-' adelphia and New York, Mexico, Miami and Cuba, and all those many places she cycled to last summer! Sara is a “terrific” collector— she collects everything—stamps, post cards, match books, all her baby teeth, EVERY letter she has ever received (she has a correspondence list a mile long, which at present she says, is horribly neglected— Salemly enough!), her first letter, asking her to buy a cradle, hotel stickers, kodak pictures, beer coa.st- ers, restaurant menus—and very little of all this in a scrap book. Everything is all sorted out in en velopes, and after rambling on about this, while I got more wide eyed after every new item, she said, “I don’t have time for hobbies”! Among her like's and dislikes, of which she doesn’t have many violent ones, are found, in the “I lik»>” column: James Thurber's drawings in .the New Yorker, “Blondie”, fried chicken — mother’s variety, Russian tea, chee.se crackers (page Mr. Lance!), salted peanuts, and homemade mints. In the “I dis like” column she puts, fir.st, avo cado pears, hypocrisy, and fanatic ism (Sara is one of the most sincere girls I’ve ever known), the thought of growing old, and sissy clothes on .herself. When it comes to ambition, Sara is full of it. On the really serious side we find that she wants to learn to fly a plane, play a xylophone and a harp, have a pet monkey and par rot, learn to type with more than two finger.s (She makes such prog ress now, I’d hate to think of what would happen when all fingers w^ere u.sed!), and own a Pekingese dog for a year! Then as a sort of side line she’d like to do one of two things—go to South America and do “.something” or go north for further study. Somehow we feel that this girl will not “sit”—but please, t>lease, before you start on the ambitions, Sara, buy some scrap books and dis card the envelope habit! THEN we’d like to have a look! KATHARINE KING Is the title “Sleeping Beauty,” attributed to Katharine on page 1, appropriate? The “Beauty” part fits most excellently; but as for the “Sleeping,” I just don’t see how any one with a finger in as many campus pies as E. K. stirs in could be any sleepy at all. And she’s truly not. Next year’s “Salemite” editor-in-chief, a marshall and presi dent of the Pierette Players at pres ent, a Scorpion, a May-Court-er, and what-not else—she seems to be in all the nicest kinds of organiza tions. Our tall, blond Katie had “a ter rible inferiority complex” till she was a senior in high school. I’d give a penny to find out why (Mental Hygiene case, you know), but so far I’ve not a single clue. Could it maybe have been that she had long curls till she was a high-sehool soph? The timid child lived in Leaks- ville till she was four years old and then moved two miles out of town to a farm-ish sort of estate where she developed the two great ambi tions of learning to milk a cow and string tobacco;' but instead she learned to love horse back rid ing, a swim in the lake before breakfast, and shooting. Favorite pots—five billy goats and a bunch of pigeons. Now here’s one that you’re going to have a time believing if you’ve ever seen Katharine’s handwriting; she won a city contest for the most beautiful writing when she was in the seventh grade; and, by golly, she swears that she can still write nicely if she has time and desire! (Says I, “Seeing is believing.”) Love life? This was the begin ning: she was love-sick ail through high school and wouldn’t leave home to go to prep .school. And she’s had a secret passion for a mighty long, time, too. I’d have you know—the iceman’s handsome son, leading man in the high school senior play. She kept on loving him till this past Kail when ho married “an old droop from home.” (Sounds bad to me.) Her subsequent .statement: “And that’s why I don’t want to go to Hollywood—1 know I’m su.sceptible to my leading man.” She declares that she’s not in love now, because she enjoys being with too many dif ferent people; she hasn’t found a single person who measures up to all her interests! Her only true live is for the .\rts (most particularly Tschaik- owsky’s .'5th Symphony, the Over ture to “Komeo and .luliet”— I’m guessing that she was pretty pleased on Saturday and Sunday of last week end.) Uight now Miss King the Salem Junior (to get back to scholastic at mosphere and matters) is writing a term paper on “Ideali.sm” for Dr. Anscombe’s philosophy class. She’s managing to incorporate therein her belief in evolution, but she still had time to list a whole million of likes and ambitions. She loves the colors lavender (The very shade in which she is to make her tomorrow’s des cent from Lover’s Leap.) and black, high heels, Emerson (her favorite part of America Lit.), Plato and He gel, sunri.se, shrimp, anchovy paste olives, Salem tea, pineapple, crystall ized ginger, “ Wuthering Heights “Seventh Heaven,” and “Grapes (Continued on Page 4) YOUR STAFF AT WORK ■ «>« Here are some of the members of the staff of the Salemite hard at work on their paper. Left to right, they are: Sara Harrison, this year’s editor; Katharine King, next year’s editor-in-chief; Marvel Camp bell, next year’s business manager; Betsy Hobby, a.ssistant business manager, and Madeleine Hayes, feature editor, at the typewriter. BEAUX AND ARROWSj SENIOR CENSORED JUNIOR (irace GUlespie, left, general chair man of our May Day this year, in structs the two children, Patty Mc- N'pely and Elizabeth Tuten, as to COURTESY JOURNAL-SENTINEL procedure in using the album. Elizabeth was caught in an off mo ment when she had closed her eyes to concentrate on instructions. Xever let it be said that second floor doesn't get its revenge, even on such loved ones as Kelly Ann . “Way of all flesh’' Patterson has been in the infirmary since those days in Davidson last week end; T.sh! TshI . . . Could it be that after l.ast minute May Day plans Katie wishes that dates had been switched?—If she doesn’t know, we certainly don’t ... Is this a bud ding affair, Bobbinsf .\fter all— a new dress, hair looking wonder ful—wonder what our little clark- haired frienl would think of the present situation—if she knew . . . navid has been busy working since .Tunior-Senior, but so has Karly Bird —awfully hard . . . Patty, even if you do wear the pants in the family, that iloesn’t give Von the right to snake on those l.^-year old high school girls. After all that’s hardly fair, with your advanced ex perience . . . Wonder why it is that the “anti-'\'” girls are contemplat ing pulling up stakes—there might be plenty of reason. 'I’hen again— there might not—we wonder . , . Well, first coat of nail polish is dry ing up—’nuf .said till next week— maybe too much—but ‘ ‘ knowledge of knowledge unknown,” you know . . . By the way. Dot Parker seems to have summed up the .Tunior situ- tion: .'^onie men break your heart in two; Some men fawn and flatter; Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the nmtter. The name of the ])oem is “Exper ience,” which also fits the .Tuniors, We hear. I DARE SAY That there’s little reason now for Hoarders to envy Day Students for their riding privileges ’cause ever since that “nice” young man held up the two lady tourists out on Reynolda Road, the fond llamas and Papas have really been clamping down on their darling daughters. That revolution can come even to old Salem. It’ll be sunipin’ when the girls in the figure at the Jfay Day dance do what Miss Lawrence calls “flirting behind their fans”. .\nyhow, those fans aren’t so big, and here’s hoping we can all get a good look at the Flirting”. That credit for the remark of the week should go to Mr. Holder, who approached Dolly Xelme at the con clusion of a V.lass during which she hnd knitted unceasingly with the (juestion. “Do you think you’ll fin ish it by exam time.”’ That we are all just as happy over Miss Stockton’s engagement as she is, ’cause we’ve always said that shi' is the sweetest of the sweets. That things may come and thin^ may go, but we definitely hope that the rain will go and the sun will come when the May Queen starts her promenade come Saturday. That you’ll be interested to know that .Mr. .Tunior (ma.scot of the Jun ior Class) is resting quietly at Dr. Kern’s Dog Hospital after a colli sion with an automobile last Satur- d.iy morning. He’s no Ferdinand— bones will he appreciated more than flowers or messages of condolence. That Salemites, in the opinion of the Inquiring Reporter in “The Sen tinel”, are qualified to answer ques tions on absolutely any subject. So far we’ve seen seven pictures and quotations of ourselves discussing such stuff as politics, “Gay ’Nine ties”, and war problems. What next? We’ll take on all askers. Dat De ])oet says dat dis is Spring; De boids is on de wing, Hut moi woid, dat’s absoid De wings is on de boid. SOPHOMORE Dearest Mom 'n Pop. Here it is another week-end but this time all my classmates are grin ning over the prospects of a wonder- tul May Day week-end. On the headlines today we (me, mystdf, and I) voted Bet.sy Moffitt for the “ grinningest ” of the bunch. Floyd is here, from Knoxville, Tenn. She ri'ally can grin, too! And, oh yes, 'lo you reniemb(>r “.Merge Millun” (alias “Mose”) from Xew York State? Well, for the third week in ■succession she w'ill have a South Carolina date—only ’cept it’s Meggs instead of Louis this tiinT'. .\fom. how does she do itShe even made a tlower gard^'n to wi*ar on her head! One of the big mysteries is how Wyatt managed to get Prank up for the dance instead of Reece. We lire waiting for explanations, but nfi luck so far! One of the big gest disappointments yet came Tues day when Spooner wired .\llene that he could not come, .\llene said it 'wouldn’t be so bad if Spooner was n’t missing out on the free supper :it .Mrs. RonlthaliM'’s—I just hope some other boy will like her hand- painted red shoes and I do hope she ’ll put perfume on them! Oh. Ma ma, that handsome man of Kuth Yancey’s is going to be here, too. There isn’t much news other than the dates for -May Day, and thev’re too many to name. I’m having a re.al cute boy from town—and niv old evening dress looks so bad on me! I will write you next week and tell you the real lowdown then. G ’l>ye for noiv. Daughter. P. .S.: Polly’s having that Stillwell man from Carolina. You remember they sort of went together last fall. I think! I forget to tell vou; Bralower asked Betty B. to date a friend of her brother’s, and the next day told B- she was sorry but her roommate had to come first. Wonder what happeneil to .Till’s man—the one that never came (or did he?) DAY STTTDENTS hat’s all this we hear about ■Mary Lou and the first taste of bliss—how did .Toi' like raspberry?? Woo! Wool . . . M’ho is that IVtol lie .Mae is always getting epistles from? . . . There were a lot of idle people during the chapel hour the first W’ednesday in .May . . . What little girl’s big boy friend is begging to be dragged to the May dance? (Hint—.Tune (>}.., We hear that, although Bet Sprunt went to the llniversity, she still had time for some Davidson fellas . . . All the Freshmen day students have decided to take Spanish next year so that they can follow Miss Stockton’s footsteps ... Do you think “Hip py” Kirby ,will bring a twin Sat. night? . . . Who is the mysterious Duke grad, that Frances has been talking about? . . . Don’t quote me, but Rousseau’s hair was messed up in gym for the first time in her life . . . The second room on the right, downstairs in South Hall had better watch their step—-High School seems to be beating their time with Bill V . . . Who does Carrie Donnell got so excited over every now and once so often; . . . Catherine Harrell, we think Bunny rabbits are cute too . . . Don’t forget to take particular notice of Lib .Tohnston’s handsome brother from Duke Med. . . . Why diln't anyone wish Nancy McClung a happy birthday Monday morning? . . . N'ominees for those with unfail ing good humor; Mattie Mae Reavis and Flora Avera—They are in.spir ations for us poor .struggling souls. (Continued on Page 4)
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