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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Friday, May 15, 1942. Published Weekly By The Student Body of Salem College Member Southern Inter-Cellefiate Press Association SUBSCBIPTION PRICE - $2. A YBA» - 10c A COPT Member f^ssocidecl CbUGftiale Prest Distributor of Golle6iate Di6est MI*fMMNTaO POK MATIOMAI. ADVMTiam* Wt Nitioiial Advertising Service, be. Coihft Fmhlhb0rs 420 Madi«on Avk. New York. N.tt ’ LOC AMtLM • SA« PMMMito EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Editor-In-Chief Ceil NuchoU Associate Editor Bobbie Whittier Format Editor Mary Best This week’s paper was assembled with the aid of Mildred Avera Nona Lee ■ Cole Mary L. Glidewell Marian Goldberg Leila Johnston Anita Kenyon Margaret Leinback Frances Neal Uoris Nebel Elsie Newman Nancy Rogers Julia Smith Kathryn Wolff Joyce Wooten Frances Yelverton BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Business Manager Mary Margaret Struven Ass't Business Manager Mary Elizabeth Bray Advertising Manager Betty Moore Exchange and Circulation Manager Sara Barnum ADVERTISING STAFF Flora Avera, Becky Candler, Doris Nebel, Betty Moore, Adele Chase, Mary E. Bray, Nancy McCIung, Sarah Llndley, Allene Seville, Elizabeth Griffin, Margaret Kecnpton. Sara Bamum, Jennie Dye Bunch, Lib Read, Harriet Sutton, Ruth O'Neal, Yvonne Phelps, Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro. -f- WE GIVE UP “No intelligent person is ever bored.’ How many times have you heard that one We might as well face the facts. If there is any truth in the old bromide, the I. Q. of Salem College has hit a new low. Most of us are thoroughly fed up with class routine. “One more term paper — three more meetings —one week from today” . . . This is the student train of thought. The faculty is concernec with crowding the last possible ounce of work into the last possible minute . . . and surely no one can blame them for that. Unfortunate ly, however, assignments have become only tasks to be “gotten through;” and knowledge is something to be crammed into brains more or less crowded already. , What is the reason for this state of af fairs? The prosai-c answer would be simply; “End of the year let-down.” I attribute it to variety of subtle influences, chief among which are open windows. There is more re search done in cloud formation than in eigh teenth century art, literature, or French. I am well-informed about the shape of the trees on a distant hill to be seen from a certain third floor class room, but at the same time I am rather vague on Plato. Open windows are the invasion centers for bees, yellow jackets^ and hornets — singly or in swarms. There is nothing like a large an gry hornet for finishing off an already weak ened morale. Incidentally, there are two meth' ods for fighting the invaders. One is passive, immobile resistance — for the steady-nerved. The second, and more popular method, is a wild leap and flutter of skirts — accompan- / ied by menacing gestures. This latter method has two advantages: it frightens the hornet to death, and it entertains the class. Is there any cure for our debilitated con dition? Yes — either close the windows and ignore Nature, or dismiss school while all go think lovely thoughts in the woods. All of which leaves us exactly where we started — at the end! of the year —■ and there is no cure. Jlait Call 'UJonh. It is my gentle task this week to write an editorial. I sit in a mild last minute frenzy, chewing my wayward pen, calling in vain for the fickle muse, looking in my .heart — and alas! finding nothing to write. The topic assigned to me is most timely for those of slothful natures — those lazy, indolent students whom I am to prod into utilizing reading day and preparing for exams. I do this with great feeling. I have two term papers, prepara tion for three classes, and also the matter of exams hanging over me — and I went to a movie this afternoon. N«w, over come with pangs of remorse, I speak with fervor and some sin cerity to plead with you not to follow my direful example. It is by far the best policy to pursue to study and review ahead of time. Everybody knowsi that is the thing to do. We should all do it. It’s as simple as that. Ask yourself what you came to school for anyway — to have a good time or to learn Plato and history? . . . Well, let’s not put it that way. How will your parents feel if you disappoint them with low marks ? What would your friends say if you flunked out? I counsel you to take light cuts frantically! Study as you have never studied before! — and take your grades ser iously (everybody else will) I Ignore the movie calendar and the invitation to a bull session. Ignore spring and lovely warm walks and roses and gaming squirrels. Until the dreadful days are over, ignore everything that makes life beautiful. If you are one of the “lazy, indolent students” whom I professed to prod, you will not heed my warning. But as one who is none too certain of her own position on this count, my last word to one and all is to grab a big wad of gum on the fatal day so that you won’t chew your nails off, and — good luck! SAVING PAPER FOR DEFENSE, NO DOUBT j£.e Coin “On Connait les amis au besoin” De tous les pays europeens, la France etait, avant la guerre actuelle, celui qui attirait la sympathie de la plupart des Am6ricains. L’amitie traditionnelle qui existait entre nos deux pays remonte, au moins, a la Revolution americaine; et meme avant, car lea idees de Montesquieu, de Rousseau, et de Voltaire ont jou6 un grand role dans la formation de notre Constitution. Et ce n’6taient pas seulement des idees que la France nous a pretees pendant notre lutte contre la tryannie: La Fay ette, Bochambeau, et Beaumarchais, nous sont venus on aide avec des sold.'its, des fusils, et des baionnettes. Et enfin, quand nous avions reussi i etablir les Droits de 1’Homme dans le Nouveau Monde, c’etait la France qui nous a ofEert cette. belle statue symbolique qui Ifeve aujourd ’hui son flambeau dans le port de New York comme phare pour les peuples op- prim^s. ' Or, aujourd’hui la France est en deuil. Notre ancienne amie est tombfie sous le joug du tryan le plu.s cruel que le monde moderne ait jamais connu. Jjes rues de Paris, ville de lumiftre, sont obscurcies, et resonnent aux pas des Prussiens. Marianne est violee! La faim, monstre auk yeux creux, rodd autor les berceaux. Un Judas est assis sur le trone du peuple, et la source dex la democratie semble tarie i jamais. Et qu’est-ce que notis faisons, nous autres Americains, pour en- courager ce peuple abbatuf Comment est-ce que nous rendons les bien faits spirituels dont la France nous a combles dans le passef Nous ren dons-nous compte de la souffrance des pionniers de la Liberty, mis, par une force physique sup6rieure, en esclavage? Ch^rissong-nous i’art, la musique, la littfirature, et la langue de notre amie comme gages de I’immortalitfi de 1’esprit huniain? Peut-etre est-ce possible quo nous puissions mesurer notre confiance en la dignite humaine, notre croyance en les principes de la democratie, et notre foi en nos atois. La France a besoin de nous . . . et nous avons besoia d’elle. —Un francophile. We students think we’re adults. We want everyone else to think we’re adults. We resent the parent-child attitude that the administra tion assumes toward us. We gripe because we’re not considered old enough to stay out later than ten-thirty. We gripe because we’re not considered capable of discriminating be tween where to go and where not to go. We gripe because we’re considered so infantile that we can’t smoke without setting fire to the campus. We gripe because we’re considered too stupid to know when it’s time to go to bed. Oh, there are a thousand petty rules imposed upon us to indicate that the administration still regards us as infants. Well, how in the name of heaven can they possibly think other wise of us? How, when they look at the walls in the stacks or the walls in the Seminar Rooms, can they conceivably decide that we’re any thing except overgrown kindergarten children? Perhaps these wall scribblers are too young to have ever heard and comprehended the Golden Rule. Perhaps they don’t realize that Salem is only what they make it. Per haps they don’t realize that the library is one of the most beautiful buildings on the campus and that it’s criminal to deface the walls. Or perhaps they simply haven’t the will to sup press a diagram or an initial. If they feel the writing urge, Miss Siewers will be more than glad to give them a piece of paper. But again, perhaps they are striving to preserve their mental processes for posterity. Well, if its pos terity they’re concerned about, may we ask them just who gives a rap about Joe Jones? . . . in fifty years, he ’11 still look like Grammar- School Katie’s youthful beaux up there on the wall. Fortunately, most of us can’t even imagine a college woman writing on walls; but those of you who do it, won’t you* please divert your talents toward something less destructive? WHAT IS AN A? COMMENCEMENT SCHEDULE Saturday, May 30 — Alumnae Class Reunions. Alumnae Board Meeting. Alumnae Luncheon — 1:30. Corner Stone Service, Hattie Strong Residence — 3:00 Commencement Concert by School of Music — 8:30. President’s Reception in Main Hall — 10:00. Sunday, May 31 — Baccalaureate Sermon, Home Church — Rev. George Mauze of Winston-Salem ^ Buffet Supper for Seniors and Families — I President’s Home — 5:30 Vespers — 5:30. Monday, June 1 — Graduation Exercises — 11:00 Governor J. Melville Broughton. Last semester we were knocked out of our day dreaming by a broken pledge — a pledge more sacred than our many traditions, because the pledge was a living thing which was re vered by each and every one of us. We found- that the honor of the whole was destroyed by the dishonor of a few. We had to admit rath er shamefacedly that our honor system, of which we had so proudly boasted to less’ for tunate students in other schools, was no longer impregnable. We had to admit that none of us were any longer worthy of the trust of our ad ministration and of our teachers. The horror of awakening shook us —shook our faith in ourselves and each other. Now we have ha4 time to get back on our feet, to gain a pers pective, and to do some constructive thinking. The pohit of this* editorial is to ask each stu dent to think seriously about what cheating may do to her, to her fellows, to her parents, and to her school. The student who cheats may carry home a report card with all passing grades, and yet she has not accomplished half as much as tne student who carries home her own grades though they be all F’s. There can be no credit to anyone when a student who has dishonestly put her name to her neighbor’s work displays her “marks.” Grades are a negligible sort of thing that were devised to show the parent approximately where a stu dent stands in relation to her fellow students — the grades themselves are unimportant, but what they stand for isn’t. It is not surprising to occasionally find a child in grammer grades erring enough to think that some gain may come fi'om cheating, but is it indeed a disillus ionment to find intelligent college women thoughtless enough to jeopardize their own happiness and the welfare of their fellow stu dents’ work. We hope, now that we have had time to think, that the cheating of last se mester was merely a temporary lapse of reason ing. We hope that we were right about the fundamental honesty of our students. We hope that we may brag again about a system of honesty that works because each and every student is as strong as the strongest link. We hope that we may now deserve the respect that our administration still holds for us. We hope to strike the word cheati from both our vocab ularies and our thoughts.
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