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Page Two. Friday, February I 2, 1943 Zi)t ^alemite Published Weekly By The Student Body of Salem College Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association SUBSCRIPTION PEICE A YEAR - lOe A COPY Member Pissocidecl GollG5iale Press Distributor of GDlle6ioie Di6est ^ 9t ^Itii Wcuf> RCPRCSBNTBD for national ADVERTIfllNtf BY National Advertising Service, Inc. College Publishers Representative 420 Madison Ave. New York. N.Y. CHICAaO * BO»TOH • LOS ANStLIS * SAN FRANC»flM Editor-In-Chief • Ceil Nuchols Associate Editor Bobbie Whittier Make-up Editor Mary Best EDITORIAL AND FEATURE STAFF Music Editor Margaret Leinbach Sports Editor Sara Bowen Frances Jones Mary Louise Rhodes Mildred Avera Doris C. Schaum Katherine Manning Nancy Stone Sarah Merritt Katherine Traynham Lucille Newman Kathryn Wolff Peggy Nimocks Frances Yelverton APPRENTICES Mary Lib Allen Barbara Humbert Margaret Bullock Senora Lindsey Rosalind Clark Sebia Midyette Jackie Dash Julia Staith Lois Wooten Helen Thomas Joy Flanagan Halpern BUf?INESS DEPARTMENT Business Manager Mary Margaret Struven Ass’t Business Manager Mary Elizabeth Bray Advertising Manager Betty Moore Circulation Sara Bowen, Ellen Stucky ADVERTISING STAFF Margy Moore, Elizabeth Beckwith, Katie Wolff, Jane Willis, Nancy Vaughn, Corrinne Faw, Martha Sherrod, Becky Candler, Doris Nebel, Adele Chase, Nancy McOlung, Sarah Lindley, Allene Seville, Eliza beth Grifein, Margaret Kempton, Harriet Sutton, Ruth O’Neal, Yvonne Phelps, Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro. WAR DICTATES SALEM TABLE MANNERS Do you know the latest thing in etiquette Don’t bother to look through your Emily Post. She’s been outmoded by the war. As we know, manners are the most graceful way of adapting one’s self to one’s environment War conditions find our environment changed. Just so our standards of etiquette must change. AVe are witliout certain luxuries to which we have become so accustomed that w'e take them as a matter of -course. At Salem we are particularly concerned with the loss of cer- taiii food luxuries. We are not always able to get our second cup of’coifee. Meats, sal ads, and butter are also at a minimum. It is not the fault of our maid or our hostess that we can’t have second helpings. It formerly was considered correct to take some of every thing, to refrain from mentioning that we didn’t eare for, for example, spinach. War demands that we shoidd request our hostess not to serve us the spinach, in order that someone else who likes it may have her second helping. When Ave are serving ourselves we should take only that vdiich we are sure we can eat. Did you know that we waste seven pounds of butter a day by not using all we put on our butter plates? In the mornings when we go through the cafeteria we should ask for one piece of toast—we almost never eat that second piece anyway. You are probably saying to yourself that this editorial was w^ritteri in order to induce you to help the college save money. If so, you have missed the point entirely: we want to cut down on the amount the college buys in order that others may not be ■compelled to go without. War etiquette demands this change. As Salemites we shall meet the situ ation gracefully. —B. W. Ain’t water under the bridge glorious stuff? We can sit right here peacefully recalling them hectic pre-exam days when our hearts were old and grey without even cringing almost . . . or did your daddy make all sorts of rash racket, too? Well anyhow, it can’t hurt I Tis too much ... so let’s romp back some three weeks to gather all the dope we’ve heard and; want to pass on. The time is reading day. The setting is the den of iniquity. The characters are the worry-ridden sinners. In the background there are frantic mumblings of “la the Wife of Bath Beowulf’s mistress?” Don’t be silly, Darlan’s a Spanish explorer!” . . . “Oh, I can’t stand it!—I can’t IWhere’s my hemlock?” And in the foreground there are conscientious efforts to follow the professors’ advice for once . . . RELAX, they said! It’s this relaxation with which we wish to deal ... of such channels we have never dreamed. There were those who were Yogi-ing . . . and then trying to walk about on their stubs. There were those who were jui-jitsu-ing and busting up Sis Shelton’s shoulder. And there were those who decided that then was the time for all good girls to turn Peggy Nimocks into Eembrant’s Bethsheba. Ah Muse, iost thou forsoke us in our time of trial? Then came exams. The Government crew was put out as all heck because Dr. Anscombe said the exam would cover only the state . and it did! The Bible herd fumed and carried on because they had concluded, after four tests on same, that it was then high time to investigate the books of the Bible in order . . . and the exam completely ignored all factual information. The whole school was puzzled about the new blue books in that there appeared on the cover: Teacher? Standing? Milkweeds to her what said it before we had a chance to think it up first. “Standing? In who’s opinion?” Then finally it was all over, and we adjourned to various spots for a reconditioning program ... we seized the opportunity to forget all the cramming we’d done, all the orgies we’d been through, and all the sleep we’d lost. W«re ever there days more precious than those brief hours ? The next step was registration, and that always gala root through the schedule to locate anything at all which convened on Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Some %vere successful in eliminating Saturday and others weren’t ... but the chiefest of all kicks in the teeth was that requisite for history majors whichj appeared, on Saturday at eight-thirty! They might have at least given us a fair chance. And now we’re back into the same old routine again . . . sleeping on class, abandoning resolutions to study day by day instead of right before tests, griping because parents think children ought to be educated in toe first place. But despite it all, we pick up by sheer exposure ma terial we’re just as glad to have at our command. Thus it goes . . . three weeks in the life of a scholar . . . three centuries off the life of a play girl. It’al hard and it’s fun . . . and we think that we ’ve made little sense .enough now to quit until next week. But please say something we can hear between times. Adios amigos. Aimez-yous allez nu-pieds? Nous esperons que vous aimez aller nu-pieds parsequa partir du dix de ce niois on va rationner les chaus- A present tout le monde peut avoir seulement trois paires par Sans dqute tout le monde achetera des souliers a la fois pra- les vete- •I _• . _ - -r"''**•'.» a lit nous ne devrions pousser ni eris ni soupirs. Qu’est qu ^il nous importe de vieux souhers si nos soldats ont de bons souliers nouveaux. Eemportons sures. ann^e. tiques et chers. Nous avons entendu dire qu’on rationnera ica ments. II semble que la situation aille de mail en pis. Cependant vrions pousser 111 -ni .QOnmT.S|_ mi ^41 ^_ • la victoire! A tantot. AND WE DO MEAN YOU Last year, in cooperation w'ith the admin istration, student government members revised the constitution; the revised document pro vided for judicial and legislative branches of the government. We are concerned, now, with the latter. That branch, which meets at least twice a year, supposedly revises old rules, makes new ones, and considers others . . . any changes it makes, however, are based entirely on student suggestions. In order that student suggestions might be had, council members placed boxes in Main Hall and in the dormitories. These boxes re mained in conspicuous places for at least six weeks. But last week, when legislators opened the suggestion box, nothing but dust was inside. In our opinion, this lack of all but dust IS due to or more of four things: (1) a be lief that it is easier to break a rule than to change one, (2) a willingness to let things stay as they are, (3) an increasing number who have eyes and see not; ears, and hear not, and (4) a majority that is ridden with an incurable disease: blind indifference. Now far be it from us to catagorize each student, but we believe the majority to be merely indifferent; so, for our purpose here, we are greatly concerned w'ith that majority. That you are not even vaguely interested in your government is painfully evident. We ask you, therefore: are we worthy of the sugges tion privilege? are we worthy of our stud ent legislature, a body whose sole motive is Salem betterment? And if the writing on the wall is accurate, then are we qualified to complain of “out-moded” rules? —K. M. ANOTHER BIRTHDAY—UGH! Byers et Hege. (left) say* women help men at front by buying War Bonds ngbt is the lapel tag which volunteer* will -•—=— — “»• : wear dnring Women At War Week, ' Thin, discordant, and half-hearted the ju venile song arises — “Happy Birthday to you-oooo!” One table of girls, perhaps two, sing self-consciously to an individual who looks as though she wished she had never been born—who smiles as if she had just eaten a very green apple. This individual wishes heartily that her friends would not bestow such an honor upon her—that they would content themselves with more tastefully contrived congratulations. But never would such simplicity be permitted at Salem. As soon as a birthday is know^n—up rises the lit tle tune at the very next meal, causing necks to crane—and groans to lament that .birth- dates weren’t kept deep, dark secrets. If this childish -custom were fun for all if everybody would join in the singing and make the song joyful instead of pitiful all would be well. As it is now—the flatness of key, the half-hearted participation, and gen eral boredom with the whole tradition, serves to have an ill effect on one’s digestion. I personally, and I am not alone, lose my ap petite every time the “Happy Birthday” screech resounds. I imagine visitors experi ence the same sensation—except that they are probably consumed with curiosity as to what grade of morons enroll at Salem Why don’t'we do this thing -right, and have the whole school singing? Word could be passed from table to table as to exactly whom the honor is to descend upon—then per haps the great fade-out on, “Happy Birthday to uh-huh” would be ayoided. If spreading the tidings about is too much nuisance; then, for the sake of jumping jeeps, let’s ban our vocal efforts from Corrin Hall altogether! —N. S.
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