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Friday, October 10, 1941.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
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For a solid fifteen minutes Mr. Kenyon most politely
tried to show his phih)sophy students that they were all wrong
about naturalism. With much effort he remained calm in the
face of the students’ vocal barrage until one erstwhile silent
student joined up with the opposition. "No sooner had she
opened her mouth than the poor exasperated professor cried
out desperately, “NO! . . . NO! . . . OH NO!!!!” But he didn’t
iipset the student ... it was Mrs. Kenyon.
And while we’re on the subject of classes, how do you
like this one:
Dr. Do whs: “Mile Bralower, quels spnt les caracteres du
poeme epique ? ”
Mile, liralower (with feeling): “L’amour . . ! ! ”
(And for those of you who don’t understand the lan
guage we’ll have to spoil the joke: Dr. D. asked the cliaracter-
isti-cs of the epic poem . . . and Bralower unhesitantly an.swered
, “Love!” By the way . . . for those of you who don’t know
the characteristics of the epic . well, love ain’t one of them!)
(1*. S. I’m sorry I e.Ven brouglit this up.)
Last week-end four Juniors piled'into a car to go to
('harlotte for the game, and nothing -out of the ordinary hap
pened. But last week-end a Freshman piled into a ear to go
to Charlotte for the game, and it’s dubious as to whether she 11
be going anywhere for awhile now. And last week-end a Senior
piled into a ear to go to Charlotte for the game, and she hasn t
'111(1 isn’t coming back. The game, by the way, was positively
foul.
At house-meeting the other night we were told to please
not wear our pajamas across the street on Sunday ... do you
guess it’s all right .any other day?
Before collapsing over this wreck, may we say that Mar
garet Vardell is marvelous to play with Dr. Vardell before so
large an audience . . . and she did it beautifully.
nilD nilTC CEIIinRQ writing. Her experience
wUn vU IC dCHIUn^ gained^ through a wonderful
corrc.spondence course this summer.
Concerning correspondence — Fit-
zie—too blue.
As far as cuteness goes all the
Seniors had dates last week-end.
They spent most of their time in
Louisa Bitting Building except for
“Coca-Cola time-outs” to allow a
little snaking.
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her many telephone calls. Babe B.
Certainly makes her mental tele
pathy work by bringing Paul here
■from miles away. The summer did
a lot towards “on with th0 old
love^' as far as Polly’s “Lou’^ and
Mickey’s "Billy”. With Marge its
*‘off with the old and on with the
new ’ ’■—we approve the choice of
the handsome Sturge. Be'tty Win-
borne and Lib Weldon are having
trouble with their “mails”. Mary
Wilson and Martha are looking
forward to Chapel Hill this week-
®n.d. Leila Johnston could easily
Conduct the class in the art of love-
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Never pass judgement until all
the evidence is in.
Young America — now swinging
from the “neutral” of vacation
days, to the “high gear” of the
school term!
JULIA’S FIRST NI6HT
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Julia was crouched in the deep
shadow of a tree, and Julia was
striving not to brcfathe. She kept
bearing the crickets sing in the
inoon-light of the square, and an
Occasional drone of an automobile
in the street, and over and over
®gain the footsteps of someone
creeping up behind her unprotected
back. With almost a shriek she
beard the old clock of the chapel
begin to clang out twelve o’clock,
Midnight, all’s well, midnight at
Salem, ninety-nine per cent of the
freshmen peacefully asleep in their
beds, only Julie shivering on the
ffont campus in her pajamas, only
Julie looking for ghosts.
With the dying sound of the last
stroke, she heaved a sigh of im-
**iense relief and gathered the skirts
her housecoat preparatory to the
dash for her room—if those kids
bad only as they promised managed
to keep the door unlocked! SJie
'^ould write Aunt Jules that she
bad lived up to her promise, much
Against her better judgement, that
sbe had endured the traditional tor
ture of all the women of her family
stayed out til midnight on her
first night as a student at Salem,
^be fifth generation of Jnlias to
Survive? without gray hair.
Looking for ghosts . . . and at
'■be thought she giggled hesterically
^suppose Bob could see her now,
^ob who told her roughly she was
^be only girl he had ever met with
out the female softness of the
"'rain common to them, an nnbeliev-
^ble phenemena, a woman with a
practical mind. But, after all, could
she help it of she had to humor the
whims of her Dad’s sister? Aunt
Jules was a dear in her fragile,
southern, gracious way — and she
must have been so disappointed
when dad married the breezy, frank
Westerned that is Mom. She turned
to go when softly from the moon
lit lawn, she heard her name ring
clearly—“Julia, honey, is that yout
I must say its about time!”
She turned without surprise and
drew her breathe in slowly ... so
it was true then that old family
tale: Julia is always welcomed
back by the first Julia, the little
one who left her home for Salem
and died there — practical, modern
Julie, who had loved that story al
ways, and laughed at it always, who
even now half expected to find her
roommate or the girl down the hall
mocking her, drew in a deep care
ful breath and waited quietly. .
Coming toward her in the lumin
ous shadows was the furtive out
line of a girl, a girl who crept steal
thily from tree to tree as she her
self had sneaked from her own
dorm. But this girl had something
different about her, she seemed al
most to bring a light with her, and
no matter how deep the shade she
dived into as she approached, the
vague glow that surrounded her
made a pattefn of mist against the
darkness. “Scarlet O’ Hara’s kid
sister”, Julie grinned involuntarily,
how on earth does she manage
the unwieldly spread of ruffles that
is her skirt—Miriam Goldberg
Martha^
Musings
It wouldn’t hurt some of the fac
ulty meml)ers at all to take a course
in Palmer handwriting On an .Amer
ican Lit test lafit Tlutrsday about
half the class was worried to death
because they couldn’t possibly iden
tify “Mother Dynasty’-’ to their
study. It turned out to be Mather.
And I might add, by way of sugges
Hon that all faculty members learn
“■o count up to ten, at least so that
they can number their test questions
with some degree of accuracy.
The hike to Roaring Gap, I un
derstand, was quite an_ adventure,
and the heroine turned out to be
none other than the new l>hys. ed.
instructor. Yea, Miss Averill reseue.d
the frightened Salemites by killing a
,enuine black-widow spider.
Our illustrious editor-in-chief is
now singing “Two week-ends with
!ie Same J(an.” And does she Ijke
it? 'Who wouldn’t like for a man to
come all tlie way from Wake Forest
wo week-ends in succession just to
iee her ?
And Doris N'cbel is getting very
uiuch excited about the prospect for
the week-end. She’s going with
tiie Irishman to see the Tech- Notre
Dame game in Atlanta this w'Cek
Wake Fores Med. students must
t"hink by now that this is Leap Year
from the way in which they have
been besieged by invitations to
the Salem Dance this Saturday
night. I wonder if Carrie and Flora
are still trying to settle the argu
ment of whether Flora will ask the
nied president or not.
Well, it certainly was a shock
to us to find out that'the tall blond
Thorne Clark wont home to stay.
It looks as if our May Queen ma
terial is becoming more and more
limited: first Lilly Sutton and then
Thorne. Leila Johnston is still
balancing -books on her head to
practice walking down the hill on
May Day, and it looks as if it’s
not going to be all in vain!
I wonder if the convertible that
Mary Tenille and Sebia Midgette
are running after belongs to my
best friend’s cousin? How is it
tliey can manage it so easily when
I ran all the way across the Yad
kin Riv«r bridge a year ago to meet
him and then he,drove off and left
me.
How anybody can find as many
places to go as Sara Hester can I
don’t see. Everytime I> read the
society column in the daily newspa
per, I sec her name listed. Last
week she went to Charlotte along
with Aline Shamel, Peggy Somers,
Corennie Faw and Jennie Cav-
enaugh to Carol Barber’s wedding.
She’s off again this week-end but
don’t ask me where.
My column, like all good things,
must come to a close, and so I will
proceed to end it by saying as Peck
did: “What Fools these Mortals
be”— not meaning, of course, any
of the worthy individuals whom I
have mentioned.
YOU ASKED FOR
IT, SO . . .
Here’s your gossip! Let it be un
derstood that we thoroughly disap
prove of contaminating our sheet
with it, and that we consider it a
sign of low taste among our readers.
However you have ignored our edi
torials, skimmed over our features,
and insistently demanded gossip. So
for the past week we have been
peering down our long noses into
every nook and c«rner, and this is
what we saw —
Normie Tomlin mooning over a
picture of a handsome blond preach
er, and generally taking great pains
with her religious education . . .
Margie Ray looking very proud and
happy, her lips touched with a faint,
faraway smile, going places with a
marine uniform . . . Betty Breach
and Betty Grantham besieged with
telephone calls. Also Nell Denning
being very excited over a call from
Swanee Military Academy . . boys,
boys, everywhere, — handsome, if a
little Juvenile, — trooping around
the campus on Sunday afternoons
. . . Nancy McClung, moping because
Alex Nading didn’t come home this
week-end — and for the first time
... 8ebie Midyett© and Mary Tenille
dogging that handsome convertible
Now you’ve heard of folks needing
vitamin D
But have you heard of a paper
needing vitamin G?
Papers don’t get pale, but they do
get thin
When they lack a vitamin
If a paper starts getting thin and
the pages come out.
It needs some medicine, there ain’t
no doubt
Now that medicine ■ should contain
the vitamin e G
And also' vitamins P and C.
Of conrae, vitamin S ain’t got to
be
But it's a nice supplement to vita-
mine G
That G means gossip. The 8 means
sass.
A newspaper needs thse, don’tcha
think so, my lass?
Comics is C and pictures is P.
I ain’t heerd it nowhere, but it
seems to me
That the “Salemite” ought to take
a tonic
Even if we don’t get but one dumb
round the Med. School _ . . Mary
^oui.se Rousseau looking qniet and
contomplative these days. Is it get
ting to 1)0 as serious as we thiiA
A’ith Jim? . . . Eugenia Baynes (and
this is literally sneaked over the
Feature Ed’s shoulder), dreaming
ubout Leslie Morris . . . Our Nurae
;ind newest doctor walking around
the, campus holding hands-
OFF-CAMPUS
MEDITATIONS
Everybody among the day students
is keeping her “shelf behind the
(♦oor” all spic and span — Honest
there’s not any dirt anywhere. Here
is the bit that I gleaned from those
hanging around the “barn” — all
of wliich reminds one of the remark
made by a Salem Alumna when she
saw the day student’s headquarters
“Ah, it will be nee when they get
it fixed up!” Well???
But now for the dirt (?) We are
glad to have in our midst the Mias
Twinkletoes, who writes such lovely
poems for the “Salemite.” She is
Neil Avera! Antoinette is fit to be
tied. She got a special from Swanie
— Seems that he’s coming down iie.xt
week. Why did Jean II get so ex
cited wlien Dean Vardell mentioned
“Frankie” in chapel Tuesday?
Mary Worth certainly is awfully
quiet . . . and Blake just got home
from the army. Why do Minnie and
“Chip” have to be so secretive about
whom they’re liringing to the dance?
The freshmen seems to bo doing
pretty good for themselves — Betty
Goslen and Nancy Rawlings — Caro
lina for them. And what about
Goldie bringing a Harvard man to
the dance Saturday. I hear that
Mary Lucy is wearing her heart on
her sleeve and a certain pin on her
heart. If you lack a date for the
dance, ask Eleanor H. about a cer
tain Ralph — a Wake Forest Med.-
Student Lib Johnston says that
she's a “ bit excited over the dance
and all” — her date, a certain Phi
Gam at Davidson is causing it. And
who may I ask is the man in Elsie’s
life who signs his letters “Yours,
Paul?” And here is where I put the
period.
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