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EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT
Editor-In-Chief Carrie Donnell
Associate Editor Barbara Whittier
EDITORIAL STAFF
Nevis Editor Dorig Shore
Sports Editor Louise Bralower
Music Editor Alice Purcell
Faculty Adviser Miss Jess Byrd
Sara Henry, Leila Johnston, Julia Smith, Frances Neal.
Daphne Reich, Katie Wolff, Mary L. Glidewell, Elizabeth
Johnston, Barbara Lasley, Margaret Moran, Marie Van Hoy,
Helen Fokaury, Margaret Leinbach, Mary Lou Moore, Betty
Vanderbilt, Mary Worth Walker, Elizabeth Weldon, Mary
Louise Rhodes, Lucie Hodges.
Friday, November 7, 1941.
Qoitt
FINIE LA GTJERRE?
la guerre?'’ C'est cette
que toute la Prance a
FEATURE STAFF
Feature Editor Eugenia Baynes
Mildred Avera, Dorothy Dixon, Anita Kenyon, Nancy
Rogers, Notna Lee Cole, Elsie Newman, Ceil Nuchols, Mar
garet Ray, Dorothy Stadler, Elizabeth Griffin, Betsy Spach,
Kathryn Traynham, Reece Thomas, Marian Goldberg, Mary
Best.
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Business Manager Nancy Chesson
Assistant Business Manager Dorothy Sisk
Advertising Manager Mary Margaret Struvcn
Exchange and Circulation Manager Dot McLean
ADVERTISING STAFF
Flora Avera, Becky Candler, Doris Nebel, Betty Moore,
Adele Chase, Mary E. Bray, Mary Lou Brown, Nancy Mc-
Clung, Sarah Lindley, Allene Seville, Elizabeth Griffin,
Dorothy Stadler, Margaret Kempton, Sara Barnum, Jennie
Dye Bunch, Lib Read, Harriet Sutton, Ruth O’Neal, Yvonne
Phelps, Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro.
The Editorial Policy of the “Sale-
niite” is:
1. Better “light-cut” ■conditions in
all the dormitories.
2. Improvement of the Student Cen
ter.
—The Editors.
TO THE EDITOE:
Ijast week there appeared in the “Sale-
mite” an article questioning the standards and
selections of students of the association known
as “Who’s Who Among Students in American
Universities and ■Colleges.” Who’s Who claims
to be, “a standard of measurement for students
comparable to such agencies as Phi Beta
Kappa and the Rhodes Scholarship Award.”
in claiming to be comparable VWho’s Who”
does not say that it is identical to these other
two honors — perhaps it should not place itself
as even comparable to these, but the word
“comparable” does not carry any connotation
of “Able to replace” — it only means similar
or relative in certain respects. “Who’s Who'”
is able to be compared to the aforementioned
two in that it is a national means of recognition,
it inspires certain students to get more from
their college career than they otherwise would,
it is a reward for past achievements, and it is
a recommendation to the business world.
“Who’s Who” does not claim to select any of
its students on the basis of scholarship — in
fact, it statesi that no point or grade is deter
mined as a requisite but it is necessary only
that the student be outstanding.
It seems that the number of students se
lected for “Who’s Who” is judged in propor
tion to the number of students in the school or
perhaps in the Junior and Senior classes. The
number nine is not the limit given to all schools
but just happens to be the limit assigned to
Salem — so certainly there is no reason to
suspect the number nine of being magical.
“Who’s Who” certainly has its failings
and may be criticized intensely but, as it claims,
it is a standard of measurement not biased by
the financial status of its selectees.
—^Another Interested Reader.
‘ ‘ Finie
questions
posee aux soldats anglais et ameri
Cains quand ils marchaient i trav'ers
le pays apris le 11 novembre 1918.
Et maintenant toutes les fetudiantes
k Salem posent la meme question
aux professeurs puisque tous les ex-
amens pour les premiferes six se-
maines du semestre, sont finis.
Mais ces professeurs, cruels qui
ils sont, ne repondent pas avec la joie
des soldats de la Premi&re Grand
Guerre. “Oui! Oui!” Ils ne disent
que: “8era-t-il convenable 4 tous de
se prgparer pour un examen !e
samedi pfochain.” ou “Vouz aurez
une Spreuve le douze novembre sur
tout ce que vouz aurez 6tudi6 de-
puis 1’ examen dernier.”
Tout plaisir s’filoigne de notre vie
et nous n’avons que la torture 4 le
remplacerl N’y a-t-il aucun moyen
de s’echapper S, de tels malheurs et
de telles massacres? N’aurons-nous
jamais une semaine de repos? Et
les professeurs ne s’ennuieront-t-ils
jamais i corriger tant de papiers?
O, quand serons-nous libre de cette
vie? Quand brillera encore une fois
le soleil dans notre ciel? Quand pour-
rons-nous encore dormir huit heures
la nuit? Quand sera finie cette guer
re? Combien de temps, O Catalina?
—Eugenia Baynes.
THEY LIVE IN MUSIC
Now that Salem has a new din
ing hall and a new dormitory and
all the modern conveniences, why
doesn’t she go one step farther and
have a tea-room of her very own?
We have a Book Store, yes, but
that doesn’t quite fill the need of
a tea-room. There is no place W3
can take our guests for a cup of
coffee or tea, and feel that the
place is in keeping with the atmos
phere of Salem. The local drug
stores may serve their humble pur
pose, but they are a rather poor
substitute for a tea-room.
Most other colleges have some
thing on the order of a tea-room.
Not that we feel we have to follow
the practices of other colleges, but
there are some few worthy of Imita
tion. The mundane advantages of
such a tea-room are obvious, and
while the need for it may not be
as great as for some other things,
it seems to be a situation that re
quires a comparatively simple-solu
tion.
Salem prides herself on her at
mosphere. It is somewhat of la
jolt to the consciousness of a cam
pus guest to be taken to the drug
store and somewhat of a jolt to the
pocketbook of a campus hostess to
take said guests to Winkler’s. The
only remedy for both parties is a
Salem tea-room for Salem students.
Is this asking too much? Surely
there must be some enterprising
individual who has recognized this
need of a tea-room by now. If
such an individual exists, let’s do
something about the matter!
UNCLE SAM
WANTS YOU!
(Clipped from Miami Herald)
While Madame Hughes and I were
soaking up musical culchah amid
the beauties of nate-chah in the
gorgeous Berkshires, we had an ex
cellent opportunity to study the
domestic manners of symphony
orchestra wives and their talented
husbands who saw, tootle or bang
things. I may say that they are
never noted before, living in a
strange little world of their own-
composed entirely of the band, its
programs, its plans and its god, the
conductor.
Wives All Cluster
Since the madame’s sister is
married to a fiddler in the Boston
Symphony^ now making music on
the superb Tanglewood estate near
Stockbridge, Mass., I have decided
in on this situation, though I shall
violate no homey confidences.
The wives tend to cluster during
rehearsals, and they have particular
pals with whom they have dates
when papa is not making noises
under the wonder wand of Maestro
Serge Koussevitzky. known to one
and all as *^the boss.” He is some
what of a hard man when on duty,
but he is highly respected by his
jive gang for his fine musicianship.
The girls huddle somewhat by
choirs, but more according to na
tionality, and as there are about 40
Frenchmen in the band, the Gallic
contingent is very strong and
clubby.
Ahead of Hall
When I was presented to an ex
tremely pretty girl named Jane
Dixon, and learned that her hus
band, Harry, plays a hot fiddle in
the band I like to drop down dead.
A symphony fiddler with the simple
American name of Dixon?
Couldn’t be. It seems to be a
symphony tradition that an Ameri
can named John Paul Jones from
Seattle, Wash., is not quite fit even
to bang a triangle in such a snorty
gang, but if his name is Ivan
sergelevitch Popsky, he can fiddle
solo.
Band girls are all over their
husbands like a tent. Where and
what he wants to eat, the problem
of his rest and recreation, the
pampering of his ego—all are their
major concerns. Most of them know
just enough music to hold the
franchise and to talk shop. In fact,
I asked one wife how she liked the'
Fifth Symphony of Comrade Sho-
sakovich. She said she was now
almost able to stand it. So she’s
way ahead of Comrade Hall.
Spouse Getting Culchali
The Boston Symphony boasts at
least one wife who is a raging,
tearing beauty, who is Madame
Claire Mager, wife of Georges, who
is first trumpeter and plays the
OUR SOUTHERN
NEIGHBORS
“When an out-of-State visitor to
New Mexico asks a gas station at
tendant where to find yucca
plants,” asserts “The Savannah
News” “h^ is pretty certain to get
accurate information, since the em
ploye very likely has gone to the
State’s “tourist school.” The
“tourist schools” have been a part
of the State’s promotion program
since 1939 according to the Council
of ^ate governments. They are
sponsored by the tourist bureau iu
co-operation with the State depart
ment of vocational education and
chambers of commerce. Their pur
pose is to better acquaint New
Mexicans with problems of the tou
rist industry, to give them better
understanding of the State’s natu
ral attractions, and to co-ordinate
a program resigned to keep trave
lers longer in the State. Last year
forty-five sessions were held in 15
cities. Specialists on various phases
of recreation are instructors, and
lectures and motion pictures are
used in the classes. Persons at
tending three sessions of the tourist
schools are awarded the degree of
“tourist host,” and owners of
businesses whose employes attend
are given display certificates show
ing that the employes are qualified
to give tourist information.”
—Florida Union-Times
With six week’s deficiencies and too few
cuts for a gala Thanksgiving blackening the
horizon — some of us are wondering, and won
dering audibly . . . WHY SCHOOL? Maybe we
should, before we pack up our wits, flip through
a few news weeklies, and think about tomorrow
Liberal Arts students today are facing a
problem which has> been prevalent in all great
crises . . . that immediate practicality is ursur-
ping education,” The enrollment in the busi
ness school at Salem has jumped this year; the
enrollment of the freshmen at N. C. State al
most equals that of the other three classes com
bined; many boys have quit school to get jobs
on the gigantic defense projects that have been
paying exhorbitant wages. All of these who
are ex-liberal Arts students asked themselves
WHY SCHOOL, and answered that war talk,
war prices, the leaden view of the future forces
practicality.
With such formidable enemies as draft,
boom jobs, WAR set seemingly directly against
“this so called education,” a Liberal Arts stu
dent might well wonder why she is “wasting
her time ’ ’ in college and what her position will
be when she gets out. Though the talk of a form
of socialism for the United States is only specu
lation, it has many students concerned with just
what they will do with a liberal education in
event of such a calamity. We wonder if, after
all, it wouldn’t be better for us to desert and
have our playing while we may . . . yet if
we realize the purpose of our education and the
value of it — if we realize the responsibility
incurred with our educational opportunities,
we will be glad to read the “Iliad” instead of
typing eight hours a day.
ATTENTION
NEW rORKERS
If you are interested in sub
scribing for the Sunday “New
York Times” at a very low
cost, see Mary Ellen Byrd. The
papers are delivered to Alice
Clewell every Sunilay morning
by 11:00.
solos. In fact, the band wives rate
very high in looks, which does no
harm to papa when he comes home
all frazzled out from sawing a bull
fiddle or thumping a kettle drum.
Madam Hughes and Mrs. Eugene
(Billy) Lyons set a new culchah
high by fighting out a ferocious
gin rummy game on the lawn out
side the Music Shed at Tanglewood
during the lirst two movements of
old man Brahms’ Fouth Symphony
on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Brahms shuddered in his cool tomb,
but Billie won and took the last
two movements in stride.
Watch
Man.
for the Little Red
Mr. Percy Marks tells us that one purpose
of our education is teach us to live . . . this
implies teaching us to learn to learn and to
learn to think. When great numbers of stu
dents, who were formerly exposed to this priv
ilege, have turned rather to profits for the pres-
ent it makes the responsibility of those of
us who are left greater. It makes us realize
that there is much more to a history course
than just passing tests — it makes us realize
that there is much more to reading literature
than just sensuous pleasure — it makes us
realize that this business of running a student
government is vastly more important than the
fact that our candidate won or lost the last
election.
Before we depart from the ranks of those
who seek “a higher learning,” we must ask
ourselves if we have matured enough to relate
the things that we study to the way that we
live . . . enough to see real value in what we
have studied, and to see that there is infinitely
more to be studied . . enough to begin weeding
out philosophies for ourselves . . . enough to
face tomorrow intelligently . . . enough to
think of our country and its future in relation
to the past, the present, and to ourselves?
Have we matured enough to be citizens — and
good ones? Leaders — and good ones?
If we have' not, we should find that there
is a good time in taking our work seriously;
we should learn to evaluate; we should see to
day’s big week-ends in the light of the up-side
down world of tomorrow; we should face our
adversaries squarely and know that we can
beat them ... or we should join a national
a, b, c and draw a government cheek each
month.
    

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