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Page Two. Friday, April 30, 1943. Published Weekly By The Student Body of Salem College Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association SUBSCEIPTION PEICE - $2. A YEAE - lOe A COPY Member P»ssocialed GollG6iaie Prest Distributor of Golle6iqe Di6est MRMSBNTSD FOU NATIONAL AOVBRTI»IMa BY National Advertising Service, Inc. CoUegt Puhlishtrs RepresmUUhe 420 Madison AVE. New York. N.¥. CHICAGO * BOSTOH ■ LOf AMILlt * SAM FftAH ■Afuuitei Editor-In-Chief - Ceil Nuehols Associate Editor Bobbie Whittier Associate Editor Katherine Manning EDITOEIAL AND FEATTJEE STAIT Music Editor Margaret Leinbach Sports Editor J°y Flanagan French Editor ■ Lib Bernhardt Mildred Avera ^*eggy Nimocks Margaret Bullock Mary liOuise Ehodes Eosalind Clark Doris C. Schaum Ethel Halpern Julia Smith Barbara Humbert Nancy Stone Frances Jones Helen Thomas Senora Lindsey Katherine Traynham Sarah Merritt Margaret Winstead Lucille Newman Kathryn Wolff Lois Wooten BUSINESS DEPAETMENT Business Manager Mary Margaret Struven Ass’t Business Manager Mary Elizabeth Bray Advertising Manager Betty Moore Circulation Sara Bowen, Ellen Stucky ADVEETISING STAFF Margy Moore, Elizabeth Beckwith, Katie Wolff, Jane Willis, Nancy Vaughn, Corrinne Faw, Martha Sherdod, Becky Candler, Adele Chase, Nancy MeClung, Sarah Lindley, Allene Seville, Elizabeth Griffin, Har riet Sutton, Euth O’Neal, Yvonne Phelps, Elizabeth Bernhardt, Edith Shapiro. FAREWELL AND GOOD LUCK Tidy stacks of corrected proofs, scattered piles of dummy sheets, printed lists of head- lin4s ... the last of my labors on the SALEM- ITB. It’s an eerie sort of emotion to realize that the end has ■come . . . that I must say good-bye. And yet, perhaps there are things about this year’s paper which need no good byes . . . something that might have amused you or that might have caught an intellectual response in you may go on after I’m no longer editor. I hope so. In leaving, there are a few thanks I’d like to offer ... to the staff and to the readers. You readers, on the whole, have been excep tionally good to work for. There were times, of course, when I felt that there simply wasn’t any use in going on . . . proof reading until dawn, sweating over the presses all day Thurs day and all day Friday, bearing the brunt of disapproval, and trying to maintain ideals against terrific opposition. But then the SA- LEMITE came out . . . the tinges of interest or amusement that flashed across your faces as you scanned the finished product were en couragement enough to keep me going. all the unconscious little laughs or pensive frowns, then ... I thank you, Headers. As for the staff . . . well, there isn’t space enough or time enough for me to express my gratitude. There were times when I could have cheerfully strangled almost any of them . . . for not showing up at our Tuesday sessions, for strolling in with their assignments on Friday morning instead of on Wednesday night, for switching tense and person fifteen times within one story. But then the SALEMITE came out . . . and I was so proud of each one of them that I could have almost exploded! They’ve worked together like clock work (despite hav ing come from every group and clique on the campus) . . . they’ve been loyal and co-oper ative and stimulating . . . and they deserve the highest of all our thanks. And so good-bye; and to you, Mary Louise, the very best of luck ... I know you’re cap able of keeping the SALEMITE ever alive and fresh and interesting. CEIL NUCHOLS, Editor. El primer dia de Mayo sera un dia de una gran fiesta a Salem. Las flores floreser^n por todas partes y todo el mundo estarS, muy contento porque es el dia de Mayo. A las cinco y media todo el mundo bajara al valle hondoi de Mayo y se sentara en el collado. Pronto las muchachas bailarS, sobre la hierba y habr^ mtisica en el aire. De repente los pajes apareceran en el otro collado y sonara la trompeta. Entonces bajarin las donacellas, en vestidos de varios colores, rojo, verde, azul purpuro, y amarillo. Llevaran en los brazos hermosas flores de pri- mavera. Entonces bajara la reina tambien, vestido en bianco y se pondra en la cabeza una corona de flores. Por la noche todas las muchachas se vestiran en vestidos de noche y se dirigir4n al gimnasio para bailar. Despuea del baile volverdn al dormotorio, muy cansadas pero muy eontentas. The sorriest of all possible things is the way our attitude has boiled down to a great smoldering disgust with life. And the root of the entire evil is spring vacation—not that we didn’t pin.e for one (ye gods, nol), but did it have to faU at this particular season? Just once every hundred years or something does Easter hit like this—and we got it! So now we’ll just wither up to nothing—waste right on away fighting to cover three term papers, May Day, and all the movies in this one pitiful last week of April when we needed our break in March. It’s a hard life—and a cruel one! And in tune with our natural proclivity for luck, it’ll probably blow off and snow for May Day—never in the history of Salem has it so much as even drizzled on May Day, so a blizzard is bound to occur this time! Grand! Then we’re still having nervous indigestion from them graduate record exams sprung on our poor overtaxed minds before vacation. Hon est to Pete! Four years do we spend gathering bits of English and history unto us—and six hours do they spend gesieging us with ques tions or physics and chemistry and hygiene -and eugenics and medicine and botany and zoology! It was just great lolling there counting the boards in the Old Chapel floor until time for that half hour quiz on Biblical allusions in English literature! What we have definitely con cluded is that our teacher in kindergarten I had no business at all ever promoting us to kindergarten II! And how in the blue blaze did we ever get to college IVf Among the not-so-grim phases of existence are them seven little whiskers of grass that are struggling among the rock piles outside Corrin Hall. We predicted that it warn’t possible in any degree to grow stuff on that plot of packed mud; but there’s those grasses—and there’s that bet of three gold safety pins we lost on account! Another surprise of return came with spotting Jacque Dash about the campus. She was so ailing about the back that doctors didn’t expect she’d be able to finish this year’s education; and now she’s school ing again—^harnesses and all! Ah for a back without the fortitude which pulls one through! / Pfth-h-h! We are obviously displeased with life; so farewell, all—- and dig up your galoshes for tomorrow. It can’t fail! Coin ^fuoHcali L’AUTOMNE Les sanglots longs Des violons De I’automne Blessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone. Tout stffocant Et bleme, quand Sonne I’heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure. Et je m’en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m’emporte Dega, delft, Pareil ft la Feuille morte. -Paul Verlaine. This poem is an excellent illustration of the purely musical effect 'hich Verlaine sought to achieve in his vsrse. LET THIS BE A WARNING . . . The Seniors recently underwent an extreme ly revealing examination. In eight hours, we discovered exactly how little we know. It is certainly discouraging, after spending twelve- years in preparation for college and four more years in college, to suddenly realize our un limited ignorance. We dislike the thought of having wasted sixteen years in school. Is it entirely our fault that we have re tained so little of all the information we once knew? We have all passed examinations or we should not be in college. Perhaps the trouble is that most of us do not have an inkling of what an education is. It is not memorizing facts to be put down on a test and forgotten as soon as we walk out of a classroom—it should be a process of establish ing relations, inside frames of reference; of remembering something because it illuminates something else. According to those who have made their education coherent by thought, the process is a highly exciting affair. We may be too lazy mentally to “think,” to form an intelligible picture of the whole; but then again, we may have been so bored by teachers who have been taught how to teach but who don’t know the content of what they teach that we could not prevent the informa tion from going through our heads as through sieves. Let it not be said that Salem College has become an essembly line system which turns out, not tachers, but technicians. This editorial is not blaming teachers alto gether. One of the biggest factors responsible for our lassitude is the textbook system—“One of the most profitable rackets in American life.” Since a textbook is the only book that tens of thousands can be compelled to buy and to read, it is too bad that they are never reviewed by critics. Last year on the Graduate Record Exam ination, the Seniors as a whole made their worst showing in the verbal factor section. No doubt the same will be true this year. Stud ents all over the nation have a limited vocab ulary and a lack of precision and exactitude in the use of words. If we do not know the meaning of words, we cannot receive any fur ther education conveyed in words. If we can not use words precisely, we cannot think pre cisely. For this deficiency there is no possible excuse. We have all been exposed to books and to educated persons. Almost all of us Tpossess and know how to use a dictionary. —B. AV. and D. T. SO LITTLE MEANS SO MUCH “Thanks”—that’s all we’re asking you to The ma.ior officers this year have all done commendable jobs and the first rule of coui'tesy is that we express appreciation when such an expression is in order. Coco McKenzie and the A. A. Council have sponsored an outstanding year in athletics. The work and effort that went into it certainly de serves appreciative recognition. Sara Henry as Stee Gree President has had a most thankless job, but the understanding and sympathy with which Sara has handled it de serves highest praise. Barbara Hawkins and the Y Cabinet have been responsible for so many things this year that the listing of them would be an impos sible task. Stunt Night and the Carnival are still among our happiest memories—thanks to Hawkins. Jfary Louise Rousseau took over the I. R. S. after Doris Beal left and has truly been worthy of the position. JIary Lib Rand’s work of the year as yet has not made its debut, but we are looking forward to this year’s a Annual with great anticipation. Your work has not been done in v'ain, Mary Lib, and we do thank you. And now to Ceil Nuehols as editor of the SALEMITE. Ceil has really tried to edit a paper that would interest, stimulate, and express the opinions of the students. We have criti cized and fussed about the paper, Ceil, but we take off our hats to you for editing the most readable and enjoyable paper yet. The major officers do deserve than Ira—so don’t forget to say, “It was grand, Lib Read.” ' —A.
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