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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.