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THE SALEMITE
Friday, March 12, 1943.
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Editor-In-Chief Ceil Nuchols
Associate Editor Bobbie Whittier
Associate Editor Katherine Manning
Make-up Editor Mary Best
EDITORIAL AND FEATURE STATF
Music Editor Margaret Leinbach
Sports Editor Joy Flanagan
French Editor Lib Bernhardt
Mildred Avera
Margaret Bullock
Rosalind Clark
Ethel Halpern
Barbara Humbert
Frances Jones
Senora Lindsey
Sarah Merritt
Lucille Newman
Peggy Nimocks
Mary Louise Rhodes
Doris C. Schaum
Julia Smith
Nancy Stone
Helen Thomas
Katherine Traynham
Margaret Winstead
Kathryn Wolff
Lois Wooten
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Business Manager Mary Margaret Struven
Ass’t Business Manager Mary Elizabeth Bray
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Circulation Sara Bowen, Ellen Stucky
ADVERTISING STAFF
Margy Moore, Elizabeth Beckwith, Katie Wolff,
Jane Willis, Nancy Vaughn, Corrinne Faw, Martha
Sherd«d, Becky Candler, Adele Chase, Nancy McClung,
Sarah Lindley, Allene S’eville, Elizabeth Griffin, Har
riet Sutton, Ruth O’Neal, Yvonne Phelps, Elizabeth
Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro.
MORE, DANCES
ilany of the student body feel that we do
not have enough dances at Salem. Sugges
tions ranged from tea dances and formals on
alternate Saturdays to turning the gym into a
I?. S. 0. center every week-end. The general
idea of the suggestions was to give us all i
chance to meet new people and provide some
thing to do over the week-ends.
There is really nothing impractical about
dances each week. It’s triie they take plan
ning, but tliey need not be elaborate — even
a square dance would do. All you need is a
nickelodean; refreshments aren’t necessary.
If you do have refreshments, they could be
paid for by a small admission charge. In the
past different oi’ganizations have sponsored
dances in Bitting. Why shouldn’t they be
started again? Don’t you think we could get
enough boys for small informals? After all
there are the C. P. T.’s, med students, and
signal corps boys to augment any possible out-
of-town dates. This seems like a good start.
"VVhat do you say, Salemites? Would you like
more dances? If so, make yourself heard.
^Ifaybe something can be done about it.
—E. H.
CHEER FOR THE TEAM
What in the world is lacking here at Sa
lem ? V/ery few of us ever go to the basketball
games, or the hockey games 'in the fall either.
e all used to look forward to the games in
high school and went faithfully with the
greatest enthusiasm and interest. But here at
Salem, we can always think up something else
we would rather do, even studying. So many
of us give as the excuse for not going to the
games that M e have too much studying to do.
But, usually, in the afternoons we find time
to go down town to the show. And there is
always plenty of time to play “just a couple
of hands of bridge,” which,, incidentally, turns
into a few “rubbers.”
What causes this lack of interest? One
possibility might be the lack of knowledge of
the game itself, but most of us know about the
sport through our gym classes. Another rea
son for the lack of interest might be due to
the fact that Salem has entirely intra-mural
games. But with the war situation, it is prac
tically impossible to arrange for games with
other schools. Maybe if we. had class cheer
leaders at the games, Ave could develop a lot
more enthusiasm and interest. Why don’t we
bring this idea up at our class meetings and
find out what the students think ?
At the next game let’s all go and cheer for
our team the way we used to, not too many
years ago! * __g. a. L. *
y MexAd 9t ^lUi
Maybe it’s because the sun shone for a few' minetes this week
... or maybe because three new buds cropped out on the willow .
or maybe it’s just because we had brownies for lunch Monday. But
don’t you feel that life has just a trifle more lilt about her now than
she had last week? Spring CAN’T be far behind!
Juior-Senior came o£E with gigantic scccess despite all the lack
of enthusiasm and lack of dates (or are the two synonymous?). There
were far greater tribes of men than had been anticipated; and the
Juniors did themselves proud with the music and the food . . . there
were, furthermore, lots of gay new dresses to add to the festivity. All
in all, it was a grand' party . . . and the Seniors thank you. Juniors.
Poor little underclassmen!
We have just had an interruption which led us outdoors without
our coat . . . which definitely clinched our suspicion that this column
stinks. Ain’t it awful?
From Park Hall, however, we heard a tale of what the young sci
entists are having on the ball ... ye gods! It seems that Becky Cozart
started a great but absolutely harmless fire which would have burned
all the way out withoiit any damage whatsoever had not thr^e-months
from-a-B. S.-degree Neal rushed to the rescue. With towel in grasp
Fanny smothered the fire . . . caught the towel aflame . . . threw the
towel in the waste paper basket . . . and set the whole bloomin’ works
to blazin! A iviee move! All of which goes to prove that we A. B.’s
are comparatively safe from the dangers of education.
Then from the week-end came the story that we Ve waited - long
and hard to harken to . . . so( throwing our oath not to mention a body
twice consecutively in this column, we here launch into a tale concern
ing one Mot Sauvain. From Raleigh, she came after the basketball
tournament . . . with great bruises on her upper lip . . . from a door,
please! We ain’t casiting any aspersions at all hardly; but we’ve prac
ticed ever since we first lamped her, and we simply cannot hit upper
lips on doors without hitting, at least a nose or a chin or a forehead or
a lower lip, too! Anything but a DOOR, Mot!
Then there’s tha general white-washing of the Seniors by the Fresh
men . . . they simply weren’t prepared, that’s all . . . the Seniors, I
mean!
And from the bond queen department, we hear that a dark horse
named McLendon is looming high up in the race . . . frankly, we expect
to be tied to an asylum bar by next SALEMITE when the winner is
announced. Want to lay a small wager?
T'hings have come to a pretty pass when the Juniors’ little sister—
namely the lowly freshmen—gather at the Soph-Junior basketball game
and. loudly root for the rival team. P. S.—They don’t even know which
horse to bet on!!
Ah Spring! Can’t you, smell it? And can’t you smell this column?
Ah yes ... it is indeed time to smell the Spring again! Good-bye.
RED CROSS
TO BURN OR NOT TO BURN,
THAT IS THE QUESTION!!
For two years I have lived within the four
walls of Old Salem, and for two years I have
wondered just how these girls would react
to a blazing fire. I know well that some of
these buildings are supposed to be fire-proof,
but still, in the most fire-proof buildings the
greatest and most disastrous fires occur. In
the good old days, I have heard, every one was
ready to meet such occasions. Yes, there
really were such things as Fire Drill.
What we need today *s more of them. Yes,
if the whole school were to be in flames, many
of us would still be running up and down the
hall wondering what to do. Probably half of
us. would be burned to death from sheer ig
norance; one 'fourth would fatally injure
themselves jumping from second or third
story windows; the other fourth would give
up in utter despair and either be crushed in
the rush or sit calmly and wait for the claws
of fire to leap out at them and grab them in.
It would be a sickening sh^nie to see three
hundred and fifty girls all burned to an even
crisp or mangled from a terrific jump. What
can we do about this? I’ll tell you Exactly
what we can do. Turn on the old “Ford
IIoi'u” fire siren, organize, gather the wits and
have a genuine, old-fashioned FIRE DRILL.
—P. N.
PRETTY IS AS PRETTY DOES
J’ai perdu ma force et ma
Et mes amis et ma gaite;
J’ai perdu jusqu’^ la flerte
Qui faisait croire a mon genie. ,
Quand j’ai connu la Verite,
J’ai cru que c’etait une amie;
Quand je I’ai comprise; et sentie,
J’en etais dej^ e degoute.
Et pourtant elle est 6ternelle,
Et ceux que se sonti passes d’elle
Ici-bas ont tout ignore.
Dieu parle, il faut qu’on lui reponde.
Le seul bien qui mo reste au monde
Est d’avoir quelquefois pleure.
Musset.
EDUCATION ELSEWHERE
“Education’’ on Nazi terms has
become a major interest of Vidkun
Quisling, the Norwegian /juisling.
Smuggled reports reveal the puppet
premier has put the scientific works
of Marie Curie and all books by
authors of Polish origin on the
verboten volume” list. At the
same time, libraries were ordered to
display “large pictures” of Vid
kun Quisling. (A. C. P.)
Quisling has a juvenile, delinquen
cy problem, too. He’s using police
to force Norwegian youngsters to
attend youth service meetings, fin
ing parents if the kids play hookey.
Radio monitors have picked up a
report that Italy’s “sjihools of
higher learning” will close for good
April 30. All students will be
drafted for army duty of farm work
(A. 0. P.)
There are some things that cannot pass
unsaid. Among them are these comments on-
Salem Square. As you all know, the little
plot of ground in front of the school, known
as Salem Square, belongs to the city of Win
ston-Salem and not to Salem College. How
ever, people associate the Square with the col
lege, and what an impression they mitst get
of the girls that go here I ‘
With four sidewalks running tlirough the
Square, there does not seem to be enough for
Salem students, for we have made a fifth one
opposite the arch. It would save the city
money to lay another walk instead of plant
ing grass seed two or three times a year. But
this would spoil the effect of the whole square.
Well, it wouldn’t look any worse than it does
now. One would think that the Square was
the College trash pile by looking at the candy
and chewing gum wrappers, the torn up let
ters, and even the torn up test papers strewn
around. If yo^ don’t want other people to
read your grades, why tear them up to be
scattered to the four corners of the Square?
It appears to me, dear students, that now
is the time to wake up. We have been de
structive long enough. With Spring at the
front door, we should open our eyes to glimpse
the ’’fauty of nature, which puts on such a
beautitui display in Salem. Square.
We not only ask you, but beg you to up
hold the beauty of Salem Square.
—M. B.
birthdays
birthdays
BIRTHDAYS, MARCH 14-21.
S'ara Lou McNair-'March 17.
Pat Woltz—March 18.
Isaac Hanes—March 18.