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Friday, October 31, 1941. THE SALEMITE Page Three. This week has at least proven that we students are more or less democratic in our belief in freedom of expression. The unhesitant statement was made by an art student that the Acropolis was, as far as she was concerned, most ill planned. (This is one instance, dear reader, in which the ancient Greeks fell short of perfection) And a student of literature, when asked if there were beauty in a manure pile, alertly replied, “Well, it all depends upon what you see in, the manure!” While we’re on the subject of literature, we might as well add that last Thursday’s American Lit. class was grand fun. The class was all absorbed in discussing Poe’s horror stories — when suddenly sirens screamed, whistles blew, motor cycles tore up and down the street, and backfires backfired!! (Sound effects through the courtesy of Uncle Sam’s army in transport). Dr. Willoughby’s main complaint about the Shakespeare test papers was that her students insisted upon dragging in all the information they’d ever heard of in connection with the gen tleman in question. But Dr. Willoughby wasn’t at all impress ed .. . instead she merely stated that said students were working toward their own destruction because they never finished the questions she did ask. And we have very definite information that ONE person who did this got the answer to the question right, and all her extraneous material WRONG! Our vote for the best sport of the week goes to Dr. Smith. At the Latin Club party, Dl-. Smith drew a slip of paper asking that’ the person who drew that particular slip sing like an opera star ... so Dr. Smith, noting that opera is usually in Italian, put her two Italian phrases to music and carried on. ^‘THE SHELF THE DOOR” BEHIND Salem campus is buzzing with excitement these days. All prepa rations hav« been made for the dance and even Katherine Trayn- ham has her date straightened out —both of them . . . plans for the football game have hatched too and Frankie Kilby is going with a State man . . . Ginor Foster and Craig have been singing “We Three” about last weekend but it all came out in the wash—Ginor got a letter today . . . Doris Nebel is still holding “hears intcrrest" at Ga. Tech—more power to you! . . Poor Kemp — her man’s in the army now . . . What would Sarah Bowen do without the “huzzer” on second . . . rivals by Peggy Bollin . . . we h(?ar that Nancy Downes is hearing from John again ■—(Qoodoh) . . . Adair had a “pros perous" weekemd of last — Ladd was home . . .If anybody saw a Greek God walk thru the Smoke House Saturday — it was Stoney’s Bruce . . . Blanche Hudson really made the ‘ ‘ catch' ’ of the Presby terian banquet so we hoar . . D’you know who asks the most questions ECHOES FROM BITTY’S f?tar seniors this week are Mary O’Keefe and Martha Bowman who hiivo been lured north of the Mason- Dixon line to take in the Army-Notre Dame game and “other sights.” Also Vi Erwin who is going to Atlanta for the Duke-Tech game. And here is Dee Dixon back from Fayetteville with a Fort Bragg convertible, and we don’t mean a jeep car. Talk ing about a good time Lib Weldon must have had a super-i>erfect week end. Anybody that can miss three buses and a train. Wo are going to have to charge Marian Norris ex tra on our living room — a different man every night. The casualty list from the Presbyterian banquet Tues day night hasn’t come in yet. Betty Winborne says these houseparty re unions are all right. Dot Sisk had one of those Fayetteville “good times.” By the way Fayetteville supplied Jenny with another Bill this week-end. in SalemI No your’re wrong — now you’ve got it — K. Fort — Well, I’ll be snooping on you — Bye! Watch for the Little Bed Man lUUA’S SALEM DISAPPEilKS Julia leaves Julie Julie had an idea that the girl* of old Salem Academy never got to see a man. Much to her sur prise, Julia pops out an engage ment ring, “But it cost me two hair-ribbons and my next winter’s evening dress to do it.” “We sit in the balcony at church on Sunday you know, march in two by two in alphabetical order, and I should have been way in the back and never get to see anyone. But Carolyn Huntcsr who is supposed to be right on the front row was more interested in clothes than any thing else and I bought her place from her. She’s been green from envy ever since.” Julie still didn’t see. Sitting on the front, row of the balcony and getting engaged to somebody had absolutely no , relation that she could think of. Of course, she sighed, to herself, she always made Bob sit in the balcony at the movies —that was supposed to give him the idea of i how thrifty she was and so On, but so far it hadn’t worked. ‘ ‘ He would always sit just far enough down that he could look up Mthout attracting attention”, Julia continued, “and one day as Were leaving he slipped a note in tny hand. We wrote notes back Jind forth for about three months and I never had talked to him when one day they told mo at school I had a cousin to see me. After that he used to come almost every week and we’d sit in the parlor and talk. When he proposed though he had to write me a note again, Miss Sonderland always sat so near we couldn’t oven whisper, so he pulled out a pencil and wrote it on his cuff. And when I nodded I thought he woul(^ burst! He kept glaring at poor Miss Sondy as if he’d like to give her a sleepiLj pill or something.” “Well that’s one way to get your man,” sighed Julie, “I wish some one would tell me how to get mine! Bob thinks I’m so sensible and sane he’ll have to be at least forty and a multi-millionaire^ before I’ll even look at him. The dope can't understand that I’ve worn holes staring at him already.” Gradually as she spoke, vagn'e shapes and forms that marked the trees and buildings of the campus were materializing from the rolling blanket of mist that had surrounded them. Julia rose reluctantly and looked down at Julie, “It’s almost time to go back, honey; I sure have enjoyed talking to yon, probably because I did all the talking. Do you want advice T” she laughed suddenly—“Just get caught get ting back in the dormitory and tell Martha’s Musings I hope I never see another week like this! It has been a hectic time for everybody concerned — and on top of all the tests there also took place a Presbyterian banquet, an Alphi Iota Pi party, and a play in Greensboro starring the Lunts. They say that half of the girls didn’t appear at the banquet and the party — but when you’ve got a chance to see the Lunts, then test or no test—you just drop your books and go to see them and trust to fate—who usually turns against yon in such instances. Salemites liked the photographers so much that they called them back for more picture taking this week. And the inside story of just exactly who went after them and where they went is rather interesting. You see, the annual editor had to make a trip over to the Wake Forest iled School (I wonder why this al ways seems to find its way into “Martha’s Musings”?) to see the photograph(.*rs (?) (The question mark is to signify not that there is a doubt that the worthy gentleman is a photographw, but to show doubt about the fact that this was the only reason that the annual editor went to the Med School and took with her—of all people!—the “Salemite”). The trip was quite informative. It seems that the two got inside “dope” on a fresh corpse (not very scientific but it will do) which had been cut up that very morning. For further information of just what else goes on at the Med School—just see Carrie. Mr. Archibald Buthledge’s ad dress started quite a bit of talk last Tuesday in the Student Center about whether love must bo morally good to be great. I W’ould say no. My reason? One of the greatest and most immortal lov«a of all times— that of Tristan and Iseult—is cer tainly no example of a “moral” love. If Mrs. Kenyon or anyone else desires to take issue with me she or he has a perfect right to do so. But the subject of love is a bit out of the range of this colum nist because of limited e.xperience. Just what happened to the sign outside of the Student Center ad vertising “Demonette’s Den” giv ing requirements for enrance. Per haps the best requirement was the one which read: “No real musici ans allowed.” If any one with even a pretended knowUfdge of music could have heard what was coming forth from the old “dinning” hall he would have gnashed his teeth. (Of course by my use of the mascu line I don’t mean to bo limiting it to our two male music students alone.) What has happened to the hockey season? Since last Saturday every thing seems to have slumped. Aren’t we going to have any games this year? I’m afraid that much of the class spirit will die away without class competition in hoc key. Poet^ Compiaiiit SOPHOMORE STRUGGLES WITH CHAUCER There’s just one guy I’d like to sock. Clue: he wrote about a hen and cock. Because of him for hours I sit Cramming in my English Lit. He had a beard. Ho thought himself funny If he were alive, I’d say to him, ‘ ‘ Sonny, It’s all right to lisp, it’s O. K. to stutter But is it necessary for every word you utter To look like Chinese and sound like Greek? Wlien I say your words I twist my beak. I wrinkle my forehead, I distort my pan. Chaucer, you’re just a crazy man!” FOUND — A PHYSICAL EXAM them why you were out. Bob will never believe you sensible again!” And with a quick swish of her billowing skirt she turned and ran across the campus. As Julie watched, she saw her, pause for an instant and wave as if to a friend in a window, then she disappeared inside Sisters’. If I followed her now, would I find her there, sleep ing peacefully with her eight-room mates? Julie mused. She is there, old Salem is there, Salem today is superimposed on her Salem ... so she probably is sleeping quietly, I wonder what Emily Harris would say if she knew of this strange roommate? Then turning to go, she echoed Julia’s laughter — to get caught and tell them she was seeking, and had found a ghost . . . No, Bob wouldn’t think her sensible theni The End Watch for the Little Red Man One fin'ds all sorts of papers, books, and letters in the Student center. Only yesterday I found Eleanor Hutchinson’s physical examination card: Name—Eleanor Hutchinson Date—She doesn’t date. Class—She ain’t classy. Age—Reconstruction age. Weight—Wait on me. Height—Up to no good. Chest measure—Cedar chest — no hope. Itip measure—Hip! Hip! Hooray. Posture—Bent on her purpose, is^ine—None. Feet—A feet little girl. Injuries—Broken engagement. Operations—Aw, cut it out. Date of vaccination—no date, a fig. Skin—You love to touch. Other Illnesses—“Pow” itus. Appendicitius—What do you think she is — a book! Eyes—The “ayes” have it. Ears—Merry Christmas and Happy new ’ear! Nose—It really smells! Sinus—Sinus Major. Teeth—^rrue or false? Gums—Peppermint. Lungs—Left hand lung. Heart—Hearts are trumps (or thumps).. Blood Pressure—Blonde pressure. Signed—Dr. I. I. Complainus. DAY STUDENT MEDITATIONS Watch for the Little Red Man Nancy McClung ought to bo get ting excited about going to the Army - Navy game, but we don’t hear a lot . . . Why? Is there some one else? Ro.se is asking if all the states are having the same Thanks giving. What possible difference could it make. Rose? Fugonia what in the world were you doing over at the Mod School Monday? If Royal doesn’t hurry up and come to Winston, Carrie will bo a ner vous wreck. Conrad bettor watch out, Barbara i.s still talking about the soldiers who stayed at her house. Eleanor II,, are you thinking about becoming a newspaper re porter? Well, please stop trying to fool the Day Students then. Swanie will bo here this week-end. Happy, Antoinette? Lucile, why didn’t you go to the football game with Homer? What is this wo hear about Millie pining away? With all those mod students at your house, can’t you do any good? We didn’t know “Baby” Baynes hated school so much, but the other day I saw h(»r up on top of Main Hall trying to jump off. Why, “Baby”? Ruth O’Neal, who in the world is Alvin Brown? Sebia and Mary T. surely do work thoso Med Students over time. Mary’s convertible is always at the school or at the Col lege Pharmacy. Betty Brietz is still that way about Roger; however it’s nothing compared with last year. [■■IlillBIIIBIIIIHIIIianilBWHIIilH'lilHIIIIHIIIIHililHliailllHIIIIHimi For That Special Week-Elnd Date See the New Line of Formals, Dinner Dresses, and Suits AT 202 West 4th Street ■ ■ For hair styles becoming to you. You should be-coming to us. Salem Beauty Shop 525^ South Main Street Belk-Stevens Co. “THE HOME OF BETTER VALUES” WINSTON-SALEM, NORTH CAROLINA
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