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Friday. April 30, 1943. THE SALEMITE Page Five. Women of the Week EDITH SHAPIRO Make a Woman-of-the-week of Edith? Not by a long shot! We’ve done the impression angle until it’s iackneyed; and only two years is LIB READ The girl who prefers the back seat to the limelight, is Lib Read— the quiet, dignified May Day chair man who is working overtime to present her gay and original fiesta quite a short while to try to figure her out. For almost six months, she was just a girl with a Yankee accent and a walk that would make May West envious; ’cause we’d learned about Yankees and wanted no trek with them. After that, she was the girl the soldiers hollered for at Bragg—and the girl who would offer a hand to would-be-dancers at any time. We liked that; but she still had that Yankee accent. Then we heard from Strong that she was really offering the glamour of the keason to the place. All that took a year. Now we know Edith as a thousand more important, more lovable, though less obvious things. We know that she is really an artist with modern dance: that she loves it; and some day we’ll hear from her. We know that she is willing to help whole-heartedly de spite inconveniences. We know that she has a sense of humor, and that she can laugh at Edith just as well as the next one. We know that she’s an interesting conversationalist, that she makes sense, that she is pretty handy with the cracks. We know that she speaks French to her dates (for variety we assume), and that she probably sx>eaks it well, this we ^How about Eidith. It would be t*ite to say that no one ever really fenows Edith, but that we have learned to want to. It might be trite, but it is very true. This week, Edith has been just about as busy as a Broadway pro duction manager. Off to a late start, she’s been struggling to create five new dances to fit in with the pageant. She has fought with thirty people who were off to a later start and handicapped by not quite so much talent as their boss. Slie hasn’t yet flung a screaming fit; so we might add that we also Saturday. Not only did the fiesta lea spring from her intelligent brain; but, wonders of wonders, she even gave up that much needed seven-day rest to work diligently on the pageant. It is necessary to add that she also teaches school—a di version she adores and never tires of. Writing poetry is another one of her favorite pastimes, and it takes some good talking to persuade this modest girl to let you read one of her poems. She also composed the grand words to Lib Johnson’s “tin conditional Surrender” for the orig inal patriotic song contest. Blue-eyed, stately Lib is easily recognized by her queenly walk and low, enchanting voice. A great lover of the sun, she is the first to get that smooth, golden tan so en vied by us all. Lib, the math ma jor, is also learning how to cook and to be the ideal wife for Andy, the West Point graduate and the one and only. Whenever she speaks of liim and their approaching marriage in June, her blue eyes almost catch on fire—she loves the Army, too, for her father is a major. This unusual girl loves clothes in dull grays and beiges, washes her blond hair every four days, is al lergic to wool and chocolate, never wears powder or rouge, and adores her stuffed army mule and giraffe. Just as gay as she is efficient, she’s a favorite on the campus. She is chief marshall and a “Who’s Who- er.” If the May Day pageant re flects any of this charming person ality, what a treat the S'alemites liave in store when Saturday rolls around! ' know the lady has poise and self- control. Here’s a prediction: that you’ll like Edith’s dances—and that if you’d try to know Edith, you could under stand why her share of the pageant will be a success. —HISTORY- At the opening of the 1932-33^es- sion, the President’s Forum vote^to have a May Day Chairman. So in 1933, the gods from Olympus spent a brief afternoon in the Salem May Day dell with Queen Alice Phillpot. The play, “Ye Gods,” depicted At las and Cupid, weary of their duties on earth, seeking entertainment on Alt. Olympus. During a dance con test, the gods got so violent that Hansel and Gretel had to judge the winner. In 1934, Maurice Chevalier, Ma hatma Ghandi, and George Bernard Shaw persuaded an old magician to revive ancient beauties for them to judge. After they had carefully eyed British, French, Indian, and American beauties, the judges unan imously agreed that Miss Mildred Hanes of Salem far surpassed any of the ancients. The following year. Miss Cort- landt Preston reigned supreme over Elizabethan English village folk. Villagers, shepherdesses, apd chim ney sweepers assembled on the vil lage green to see the mummers, trav eling actors of the century, present “St. George and the Dragon.” When Miss Phyllis Clapp presided over a fairy village inhabited by Little Tommy Tucker, Jack Horner, and Mother Goose, in 1936; she was entertained all afternoon by the dances and recitations of the vil lagers. Down in the dell, which had been transformed into Wonderland for the day, the Queen of Hearts enter tained the Queen of May, Miss Cor delia Lowry, at a garden party. To amuse her guest, the Heart Queen ordered oysters, soup, executioner, and minuet dances. At the opening of the 1938 May L)a,v-, two young girls were reading _n/3 discussing the ancient Greek As both remarked that one, a gnome pop- >ed up from nowhere to grant their vish. Greeks came forth and pre- ented Odysseus among the Phae- lans. Following the presentation, 'Iiss Virginia Lee became Queen of I>e festival. In 1939, Miss Bill Fulton was May Queen. Slie and her attendants wore dresses of pre-Civil war days. In the dell, was a replica of Main Hall where numerous guests arrived to celebrate the plantation fete and to rown the May Queen. Two grandparents brought their grandchildren and the “Gay Nine ties” album to the 1940 May Day. From the album, they displayed cer tain pictures for Queen Louisa Sloan. The next spring brought Mias Elizabeth Trotman to the dell as Francois Villon, Pi:inee of Vaga bonds and thieves, to amuse Queen Katharine King. Last year. Miss Martha Bowman was entertained by the play, “Per- ephone,” based on Homer’s “Hymn to Demeter,” the play concerned the familiar tale of the abduction of Persephone, daughter of Demeter, by Hades, god of the underworld. This year, Cecilia Nuchols will reign as Queen of a Spanish Fiesta. ■IIIHIIIIHIIIIHIIIIHIIIIBIIIIBIIIIHIIIHIIIIHIIIHIIIIHIII Yep, the holidays have come and gone, and here we are (Struggling up and down gym steps trying to snatch an hour of sunburn between classes and those last minute term pai>ers that we put off till after the holidays. Upon our return we found quite an array of orchids, roses, gar denias, etc. Three orchids to NOEMIE and CAROLYN each. I think perhaps that tops the record as far as we can find. First off, the Strong girls really went 8-t-r-o-n-g. SUTT and MARY FRANCES' are still day-dreaming about those brass buttons at Annap olis, and MAMIE HEKRING and HENSDALE about the army camps they visited. MARIE GRIFFIN went to Duke during the holidays and DOT LEONARD stuck to the old home-town and the Naval Air Cadets. L0T7 STACK sponsored the dances at Carolina Easter week-end and JENNY at Wake Forest. And though “MAC” MacLENDON did n’t sponsor dances, she’s proudly sporting a fraternity pin—yes, Dave’s. April 27 welcomed JACQUE DASH back to the Strong walls and virgin trees and we’re mighty glad to see her. Hope CACKY WALT'ZER will soon be back, too. SIS’SHELTON, HUMBERT, GAR RISON, 8TU, JOYCE and LOIS took in the Kappa Sig house party at Carolina the first weke-nd of the holidays, and from there the trip extended to Kinston, Fairmont, Pinehurst, and neighboring commun ities. PEGGY NIMOCKS returned, elat ed over seeing Phil while at home. It’s nice to return to school with something besides exams to look forward to—for instance. May Day. We fear that our May Court is gonna look more like mulattos than the lily-white angels of Salem. Any way, we can’t help but notice the hub-bub around the smoke house about “Who’re you having up?” “No, my date couldn’t come.” “Yes, Uncle Sam is letting Joe come, too.” i’ou know, the usual stuff. Anyway, MARGAE-ET HENNIS’ Ben will be here, and of course, Davidson will turn out full force. Those who aren’t having dates, well, I hope you’ll all make up a good stag line. ginor, sue, joy, casstjrole, and MARY all visited the Big City during the holidays. And according to GINOR, travelling by rail ain’t a bit bad when there are nice sol diers like Jack to look after you. Enough damage for the present. Happy hunting during May Day Dance -— to be perfectly crude— snake well. Bye, —MARTHA. ENGRAVED Invitations — Announcements Galling Cards — Stationery H. T. Hearn Engraving Co. 632 W. FOURTH STBEET AsOld Order Changes Editors Stop to Look ATTHEOLD— AT THE NEW- -GARY- ind Traume by Schubert. Her voice A’as like an angel voice floating. A Thought Like Melody by Brahms, TOs artistically done. An unusual number which the audience seemed to like was Wolf’s Er Ist’s. Marian sang Barthe’s aria, “O Nuit, Tni me Coune from La Fiancee d’Abydos with a clear, high voice, frlie seemed to ease herself and her aiidience completely in this number. Fiocca La Neve by Cimara was beautiful in its utter simplicity. Pastorale by Stravinsky required the use of just two vowels, but we would never tire of this fantasy. Marian’s low tones were full and beautiful in the Debussy number, H Pleure Dans men Coeur, and she dis played feeling and interpretation. Invitation to a Voyage by Duparc, was enchanting, and awakens a de sire for the vagabond’s Utopia. Marian’s last group were four mod ern compositions. The first. Snow Toward Evening by Margaret Lein- baeh is impressionistic. Marian sang her own composition Smells which the audience thoroughly en joyed. A Piper by Michael Heid and At the Well by Hageman, two gay, light little numbers closed the pro gram. Marian sang beautifully and look ed as lovely. The audience seemed overcome with her performance and her charming personality. It’s 1:30 on Tuesday afternoon. Your humble reporter and a few of the other members of the Editorial and Feature Staffs are gathered around one of the brightly-painted tables in the basement of Clewell. The quiet atmosphere breaks when in storms the Editor. Barelegged, without makeup, and armed with her constant companion (that little black book). Ceil dramatically peers into all faces present and sighs, “Well, how can we possibly have a meeting with only this many here?” She opens the black book, fishes for the pencil behind her ear, and frowns darkly over her assignment sheet. During the week-end, she’s been jotting down ideas for stories —original ideas, too—and now the time has come for the last minute instructions. “Doris, you’ll dehydrate this week, please? And Mil, would you like to cover the tennis tourna ment? . . . You wouldn’t? . . . Well, I’ll expect your assignment to be in by six o’clock tomorrow night— that’s still the time stories are due, you know.” And on she goes—help ing with her suggestions and little constructive criticisms. She might seem hard and sometimes she might look as though she were acting the part of the hard-boiled editor, but underneath the surface, she’s just as eager for her brain-child to be a hit as the reader is anxious to read it. On Wednesday, I can see her re minding the absentees of their as signments; and on Thursday I can see her chasing them up so she can get the copy to the printers . . . After all, the paper is supposed to come out on Friday night!” On Thursday evening and Friday morn ing she frantically reads proof; then in the afternoon, she paces the floor at Bitting smoking furiously as she waits for the Salemite to come off the press. Ah, it’s good just like the rest. (She will probably vio lently disagree—^but she begins all over again the next morning gath ering material for next week’s edi tion!) There are numerous technicalities —such as coming to agreement with the Business Staff, rewriting stories, and continuing her job in spite of criticism—but Ceil has gone on writ ing her editorials and her column and successfully planning the paper, Although her manner has been light and informal, she has been serious and business-like in her work . and she has done her job so well that I can only hope to live up to her record. Quietly flowing water—flowing without undulation; but flowing steadily and forcefully none the less ... A summer breeze—warm and friendly and restful . . . These are inevitable impressions of Mary Louise Rhodes. She’s not'the sort of person you’re conscious of . . . she never raises her voice, she rarely volunteers her opinions. But if you have a sensi tivity to people whoes quite as surance and even quieter accom plishments make you wonder why you spent so much time blowing off hot air, you’ll know she’s there. She goes about whatever she’s doing calmly and systematically . . . breathing inspiration into whoever she’s working with. And, further more she goes about whatever she’s doing pleasantly and eagerly . . . being serenely excited with the task of the moment. Mary Louise is not, however, emotionally placid . . . she equips herself with extremely definite ideas; she refuses explicitely to compromise her principles. As an editor, Mary Louise fills all the qualifications . • . she started off four years ago, after a siege of journalism in high school, doing all sorts of drudge work like trying to translate what the ticket girls said were theatre calendars. Since then, she’s covered news events; criticized Pierrette productions; tracked down statements from the authorities on vital campus pro blems; and written personality sketches of various people about the campus. It’s in these portrains that one finds the real charm of Mary Louise’s writings she has a delicacy of touch and humor, a subtlety of observation, and a fine senes of description which lift her writing to a level above the common place. All in all, you may expect of Mary Louise the best . . . she’s earned the confidence of the staff already; she’ll earn their cooperation as soon as she starts her duties as editor. She has few enemies . . . her Inatural bent for diplomacy will prevent her provoking any others. Slie has the experience, the zest, and the fortitude necessary for do ing a hard job well . . . what more could you ask in an editor. VOGLER SERVICE Ambulance Funeral Directors Dependable for More Than 84 Tears DIAL 6191 STANDARD BUILDING 8c LOAN ASSOCIATION 2.S6 N. 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