Friday, October 17, 1941.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
Judging from the way that Martha Bowman and Mary
Wilson Wall looked on Monday morning, Saturday and Sunday
at Chapel Plill must have been great fun.
I'^estivit’cs at Salem Satnrday night were fun, too . . .
there were pretty dresses, a (luantity of men, a floor show . . .
and the music stunk.
One day last week a cute young lass was found curled
up in a most comfortable chair in the library trying to go to
sleep. It all turned out that the “whole of Alice Clewell” was
so noisy that she could not sleep in her room.
Senator Reynolds’ fifth marriage has caused quite a sen
sation. In one of the eastern North Carolina papers the enquir
ing reporter asked opinions on the matter . . . one of his an
swers was, “Be dogged if I know WHAT to think! (Amen,
brother, Amen!).
At Sophomore court the other night the high spot of the
show was when the woim toined and the freshman really did
miss the eggs. By the way — did you hear one of the freshmen
ask excitedly, “Who’s Deel Bukles?”
Incidentally on the Please-may-we-entertain-our-Sunday-
dates-at-the-movies question the answer is . . . NO!
And did you know Salem has a draftee learning how to
fight for Uncle Sam? Mr. Higgins suggests that we all get to
gether and write him letters because he is shy.
MISS VEST TELLS
OF TRIP
“Buenos dias, senoritas! Como
esta uatedJ
Miss Vest has been walking
around with a happy flush to her
cheeks and a new shade of bright
red lip-stick, since her sojourne in
Mexico this summer. Doing her
part to cfstablish friendly relations
with our neighborhoods to the
South, Miss Vest spent seven weeks
studying at the University in Mexi
co City. Included in her carricu-
lum was Spanish of course, Spanish
literature, and history — 'all con
ducted in Spanish. Her pronucia-
tion has now been polished to such
an extent that she can rattle away
at a rate of speed terrifying to her
students. This year she is teaching
in her classes, spoken Spanish rather
than the Castilian, and is laying
emphasis on conversation.
Miss Vest tells of an amusing
incident that occured when she was
attending a tea for citizens of tho
United States. On being introduced
to Ambassador Daniels, that worthy
dignitary from Chapel Hill, she
mentioned the fact that shp was
from North Carolina and Ambassa
dor Daniels did nothing less than
throw his arms around her neck
and embrace her! It would appear
that even ambassadors get home
sick—or was that just an cxcusef
Raving over the charms of Mexi
co City, which she described as a
mixture of the quaint and the cos
mopolitan, Miss Vest says that of
all the entertainments she was most
. thrilled by the bull-fights. No, she
was not too upset by the. goring of
the bulls, although it was “pretty
nasty' ‘. Apparently she has a
stronger stomach than most Ameri
can senoritas who describe it on
awful agony with screwed faces
and indications of nausea. But ac
cording to Hemingway, those per
sons are lacking in the elemental,
basic qualities, so maybe Miss Vest
has the right idea.
Anyway, it contributed to a hap
py summer, which will have to last
her through the dreary winter
months, until next spring. Then
she is planning to pack her bags
and turn again Southward.
“THE SHELF BEHIND
THE DOOR”
Well, it seems that after a dance
week-end there oughta be plenty of
dirt, but really, there “ain’t“ a bit.
No smoking done, no dates leaving
on “ just-good-friend” terms, no
nothing. Salemites, how do you ex
pect this ole reporter to give you
any dirt when you don’t co-operate
any better than this. But maybe this
week-end will bung in a few juicy
bits of gossip ’cause there’s nothing
like home-coming week-end at Dav
idson to dish it out. Amongst those
Miss Americas cute enough to be
going down are: V. V. Garth, Aileen
Seville, our own Cootie, Mott Sau
vain, Mary Boylan, and others.
But, listen, girls, we have just dis
covered a new technique for drag
ging in the dates. Dorothy Lang-
don only has to order a box of pan
cake make-up and the boy who takes
the order makes a date for the fol
lowing Saturday night. More power
to you Dot!
Justine Weaver, one of our attrac
tive transfers, will represent Salem
at V. P. 1. this week-end. It really
seems that those transfers and fresh
men are doing most of the represent
ing luiywhere this year.
Well, girls, don’t think it’s been
easy writing this column, ’cause it
hasn’t. Come on, girls, “give” next
time.
Dee Dixon seems to be majoring in
convertibles this year. Just wish 1
could change my major, but guess it
is too late now.
SOPHOMORE COURT
(Continued from Page One)
Freshmen no longer shrink at the
sight of the “high & mighty.”
They feel that they now hav« their
very special place among the Salem
student body. Thanks, Freshmen,
for being such grand sports, and
Kongralulations, sophomore’s, on
having suck a swell Sophomore
court.
BELK-STEVENS CO.
“THE HOME OF BETTER VALUES”
WINSTON-SALEM, NORTH CAROLINA
Martha’s
Musings
The Freshmen’s nightmare is now
over and they have been duly initia_
ted into the Student Government by
the Council — with the kind aid of
the Sophomore class. This year’s
freshmen, we’ll have to admit, arc
the best sports of anybody in the
school — and they’re pretty clever,
too. I still can’t understand how
that one freshman didn’t step on the
crackers. 1 tliink the cleverest act
was the presentation of the vener
able old Chinese prayer said by five
kneeling preshmen with their backs
to the audience. For the benefit of
those who weren’t there, I quote it
in full:
I know my hjart,
I know my mind.
I know that I
Stick up behind.
Stoney was \fery good at imper
sonating Dr. Randthaler.
The even-tempered Dr. Willoughby
got a bit ruffled over her Shake
speare’s class last Wednesday. They
were studying ‘ ‘ Romeo and Juliet.”
In tlie scene where Romeo declares
his love for Juliet there is a dia
logue between the lovers in sonnet
form. Dr. Willoughby read to the
end of the sonnet, concluding it by
saying:
‘ ‘ And what happens here, any-
liody ?’ ’
Deep silence —
“For goodness sakes, don’t you
know? Wliy he kisses her, of
course!”
Innocent little ladies!!!
There’s just one thing I want to
know now, and that is why has Jean
llefton resolved to be good from now
onf
Golf seems to be quite popular
with the faculty tliese days — and
speaking of the faculty, I wonder
when they are going to “let down
their hair” again and attempt anoth
er dramatic production. It’s been
aliout four years or more since their
version of the Greek and Trojan was
entitled “Paris in the Spring.”
We’re still hearing echoes from
the party that the seniors gave the
med. students weeks ago. Eleanor
Hutchison, you remeniber, took a
med. student to the S'tee Gee dance,
and from all the reports 1 have been
able to gather, she ha^d ([uite a bit
of competition. But all's fair in
love and at dances.
I'oor Marion Norris has given out
of shirts to wear this warm weather,
so she can be seen any day strolling
about the campus with her “petti
coat” on — and Peggy Garth is
sporting her daddy’s raincoat — at
least, that’s what Pinky Harrison
calls it.
Poeti Qo*n/pJxuHt
How do you do, sniff, sniff
I’ll let you come in if
You don’t chow gum or “jit”
And this floor isn’t a place to spit
Young man, don’t dance chin to
chin
Or you might not come to a dance
again
And of course you mustn’t smoke
Somti* chaperon might up and choke
Remember don’t hold your partner
to tight
To spectators that doesn’t look
quite right
Well, come on in. I’m locking the
door
So you and your date can go out
no more.
Hey, Geanie, I thought we
weren’t going to have a figure
dance. By what I hear, we had too
much figure at that dance.
ECHOES FROM BITTY’S
The Stoo Gee dance caused quite a
lot of excitement in Bitting — and
plenty of anxiety, too. Just ask
Marion and Lucy if .vou have any
doubts about the punctuality of Fort
Bragg men. Did all of you see the
lovely corsage Policy’s blind date
sentt Nice fellow! And we have
heard that the girls had quite a
week-end in Chai>el Hill. Glad the
asjiirin did some good, Mjiry Wilson.
We have always used tomato juice.
And did Martha go along just to
catch up on her sleep? Jenny Dye’s
playing “tit for tat” and it’s work
ing very well. Bill was here for the
ilance, and she’s going to Davidson
this week-end for Homecoming.
Question: Why does Johnsie go home
every week-endf Could it bo an
A TO? Peggy and Jennie continue
to do very well as far as Wake For
est is concerned and Marge is not
doing too badly either — as we all
noticed at the dance. And why is
Mickey going home this week-ondJ
She hasn’t made any definite state
ments yet. Vi gets in a rosy haze
wlien anyone asks her about Atlanta
— jusb try it and see. Since when
did week-ends start lasting through
Monday night, Chessont How’s the
home town boy doing in Winston,
Button? Is this the beginning of a
new romance? Back to rosy hazes
— just ask Fitzy about California —
but you’d better exit before she
really gets started.
A thing of beauty is a joy for
ever.—Keats
On the theory that colleges should
toach students to use their hands
as well as their heads, Dartmouth
College has established a student
workshop.—A.C.P.
Hunter College students volun
tarily withdraw from school when
they fail to meet minimum stan
dards.—A.C.P.
The training of America’s para
chute force goes forward, jump by
jump.
The Black Sea area may prove
a cemetery for German hopes of
world conquest.
JULIA’S SALEM
Synopsis
.Modern Julia is waiting on the
front campus at mid-night for “the
first Julia” who attimded Sfxlem
fivi generations before; and who,
according to family legend, always
welcomes Julias back.
NEW BOOKS
(Continued from page One)
place in the stern realities of a
Wyoming horse ranch. Then, of
fered a colt, Ken chose an outlaw;
the story tells of his acceptance
of responsibility and of his devo
tion to the wild filly he tamed.
Horse lovc*rs will acce^pt it.
ONE RED ROSE FOEEVER
M. A. Jardon
' This story revolves around the
life of “Baron” Stiegal, whose
name is perpetuated in that glass
which is one of the most beautiful
products ever made in the United
^tates. Steigal was a man of great
passions, of a temper to smash all
obstacles. He loved fine glass, but
he also loved beautiful women and
great music! When one of his
fierce desires came into headlong
conflict with another there was
forged the tragic pattern of mom
entary triumph and eventual loss
that marked his life. Although ho
was twice married and had the
belles of Philadelphia at ^is feet,
the woman he really loved, Diane,
eluded him. He ends his industrial
career in a debtor’s prision, but
in the end ho found a kind of hum
ble and unexpected happiness. This
swift historical romance is set
against a rich background that has
not yet been over-exploited.
“Is that you, Julia?” Julio
whisi)ered hoarsely.
“Hollo, Honey,” a .soft and quite
voice replied, “sorry I was late,
but Miss Ames made me change
beds with Lucy Marshall and 1
thought I never would reach the
door! Old Knuckle-bones had u
toothache tonight and she kept
groaning and moaning and rolling
around in her bed . . . most scared
me to death — come out into the
ight and lot me see how you aro
dressed, they do seem to get queerer
and queerer every time I come .
Julio peered closely at the smil
ing face, it seemed real enough and
except for the vague glow around
her whole figure, she could have
been any young girl dressed for
a masquerade. I wouldn’t be mo,
she thought if I wefron’t suspicious,
but—
“Don’t you know you’re dead?”
she blurted.
A sudden shadow obscurod the
glow in the first Julia’s eyes, she
turned away a little and said
wearily, ‘■‘I don’t understand, I
never do. And I can’t explain.
Nono of the other Julia’s have
understood either. You, sifc. I’m
still at school, at Salem I mean,
I don’t remember that time even,
when I was so sick, when Miss
Ames actually cried and wrote a
letter for me to my mother . . .
all of that hasn’t happened — ex
copt on this one night—and I never
remember this night when I go
back until the next time ... I
don’t know why or how, unless—”
“Unless,” Julie continued for
her, “unless there were two Saloms
both existing together, side by »ile,
unknown to each other—the first,
your Salem, and the present, mine
—we might pass wich other a hun
dred times a day and not know it
. . . the girls in Sisters now may
be sleeping in the same rooms with
your friends may bo actually touch
ing hands in the dark . . . why, it’s
fascinating! ’ ’
“Thero are eight girls sleeping
in my room right now, thank you
just the same, and that’s quite suf
ficient . . . let’s not try to figure
it out, it’s fun anyway—” and
Julia .swishel her ruffled skirts
about her and settled herself com
fortably on the warm grass.
“Bo careful, somebody will soe
us!” Julia warned.
“Who, pray tell!” Julia laughed
lightly. “What do you see?” And
thim for the first time Julie noticed
that surrounded as she was by the
same mist of light, the campus, the
street, everything, had faded away
leaving only herself, Julie, and
little Julia in a clear circle beyond
which was simply—nothing — end
lessly.
“We are merting between time”
she said slowly, “whore time has
ended and not yet begun again—
we are in the void that exists in a
single instant, a timeless instant,
when the world has stopped turn
ing on its axis and takes a long,
deep, breathe before whirling on
ward to another generation ...”
ward to another generation . ,”M.G.
To bo continued