Page Two.
THE SALEMITE
Oct. 1. 1943.
Published Weekly By The Student Body
of Salem College
Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Association
SUBSCEIPTIOX PRICE - $2. A YEAE - 10c A COPY
Member
P^ssocided Golle6iate Press
Diyribulor of
GDlle6icite Di6Gsl
IIBPRCSeNTBO FOR NATIONAL AOVERTISINa BY
National Advertising Service, Inc.
College Publishers Representative
420 Madison Ave. New York. N.V.
CNICAOO • BOSTON • LOS ANOELES * SAH FRARCIMO
EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT
Editor-in-Chief Mary Louise Rhodes
Assistant Editor Sebia Midyette
Associate Editor Lucille Newman
Paculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd
This week’s paper was assembled with the aid of:
Janet Johnston, Nancy Ilyatt, Senora Lindsey, Kat
herine Manning, Mary Lucy Baynes, Martha Boat
wright, Martha Lou Heitman, EfEie Ruth Maxwell
Mary Ellen Byrd, Nell Denning, Marianne Everett,
Doris Sehaum, Adele Chase, Nancy Stone, Sarah
Mettitt, Nell Jane Griffin, Elizabeth Gudger, Mary
Gordon Walters, Louis WootCTi, Jenny Jenkins, Greta
Garth, Barbara Weir, Mary Alice Neilson, Stances
Law, Margaret Bullock.
LOS POBRES SASTRES
Un hcrrcroi de una pequena ciudad habia hurtadoa un caballo. El
dueno hallo el caballo en el establo del herrero y le hizo buscar eon un
guardia municapal. Fue arrestado el herrero y conducido delantc de un
magistrado. El magistrado le condcfno a ser ahorcados.
Entonces se agito la gente de la ciudad, porque no habla mas que un
solo herrero en la ciudad. Nombraron una delegacion, y la delegacion
fue a ver al magistrado. Uno de ellos dijo al magistrado:
-No tcnemos mas que este herrero en toda la ciudad, y nos es indis
pensable. Pero tenemos tres sastres* en la ciudad. Podemos perder a
uno de estos sastres. Alguno ha de ser ahorcado, eato ea claro. Por con-
slgu(?nte, ha,ganos Vd. el favor de ahorcar a uno de los sastres.-
iherrero—blacksmith; zhurtar—wound, sahorcar—hang, 4sastre—tailor.
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Business Manager j. Betty Moore
Ass’t. Business Manager Lib Beckwith
Advertising Manager Emily Harris
Circulation Manager Elizabeth Bemiardt
Advertising Staff: Aileen Seville, Betty Dunning,
Betty Harris, Mary Gordon Walters, Sara Lce Bran
don, Marion L. Hall, Nancy Kenny, Jacque Dash,
Betsy Thomas, Caroline Hill, Kitty Angelo, Kathleen
Phillips, Katy Bly Love, Juanita Miller, Mary Charles
Watson, Phyllis Hill, Snookie Willis, Frances Elder,
Norma RhodeSj Mildred Garrison.
CIRCULATION STAFF
Jean Hodges, Edith Longest, Ruth Maxwell, Bar
bara Watkins, Margaret Huckabee, Catherine Bunn,
Dorothy Langdon, Rosamond Putzel, Martha Lou
Heitman, Margaret Bullock, Helen Robbins Betsy
Stafford.
OPEN YOUR EYES
AND YOUR POCKET-BOOKS
Apparently Salem thinks the story of the
woman who gave her last mite doesn’t apply
today. Traditionally, this woman forsook her
own pleasure and gave all she had, a mite,
to a worthy cause, the poor.
Last week, we of Salem were called upon
to contribute to the war effort by purchasing
war bonds and stamps. Our showing thus
far is shameful. Two faculty members have
bought $100.00 bonds; one student has bought
a $50.00 bond; and other students have pur
chased a total of $15.00 in stamps.
Needless to say, the committee is disgusted
with us, btit what is far worse, we should be
disgusted with ourselves.
Are we so remote from the war that we do not
know nor care what is happening on the
battle fronts? Are we so smugly secure that
we care not what turn the war takes? Do
we think we’re helping our country by sleep
ing in two or three classes a day?
For a change we should realize that we of
the home front are just as vital to the war
cause as anyone else. And if v^e can only buy
as little as four quarter stamps, we, like the
poor woman, would contribute to a worthy
cause, and we wouldn’t have our consciences
pounding similar to the proverbial draft-
doggers.
So let’s all dig down into our allowances,
scrape the very bottom, renounce a few coco
colas and cigarettes and buy all the stamps
and bonds we can possible afford.
WRITE HIM A LETTER
This will be a strange Christ
mas for millions of American
boys stationed in^army camps,
on troop trains, in actual bat
tle. What a strange contrast
to the happy, peaceful Christ-
masses of other year*.
To diminish their loneliness
is the duty of all of us here at
home. The gifts we send, tok
ens of our thoughtfulness, will
probably fulfill the few mater
ial needs a soldier has. But no
gift can allay the loneliness of
his heart. To really reach a sol
dier’s heart—write a letter.
Write a letter he can cherish
and reread—a letter that will
bring him an awareness of
home, a host of pleasant memo
ries. Think of the soldier to
whom you are writing and write
what your heart dictates. Fill
your letter with the joy, the
sights, the memories of other
Christmasses and your man-in-
Service will be transported for
a few moments back home.
Above all — WRITE A
CHEERFUL] LETTER. Do
not burden him with your petty
troubles. Write about things
he is interested in — about the
Christmasses you have shared
together, about your plans for
future Christmasses.
Be sentimental. Be amusing.
Be cheerful. Today when the
spirit of Christmas — peace,
goodwill toward men, is ob
scured in a world at war make
a special eflEort to keep your
personal, intimate world of
friends and family a haven of
love and kindness — through
letters.
HANES HOSIERY NEWS
•k "k
Whcd Ba-tf, Wvtk
WAR BOiDS
School Days
When our fighters fly at 400 miles
an hour with a Jap Zero or a Mes-
serschmidt on their tails there isn’t
much time for cogitation so the
Army and the Navy show as many
motion pictures of actual dog fights
and air battles as possible to our
student fliers.
WAR-TIME WASTE
Stop and think a minute! Try to imagine
yourself in an occupied country in Europe.
Now see if you can conjure up a vision of hun
dreds of bewildered and starving old men,
women, and children patiently standing in a
bread line, waiting their turn. Mothers with
gaunt faces, young children with stunned ex
pressions, all form a part of this pitiful scene.
Now you are saying, “But that can’t hap
pen to us. We are living in America, home of
the free and the brave.” If we value our
security, certainly we cannot be oblivious to
what is happening all around us every day.
When we read of the starving Greeks, do we
really understand what significance rests be
hind the phrase, “America, home of the free
and the brave?”
We, as Salemites, cannot and must not for
get that we.too are a part of this total war.
Everytime we ask for a second helping in the
dining room, we are obligated to be sure that
our eyes are not bigger than our stomachs. As
yet, Salem has been only slightly affected l)y
the food j’ationing program. We still have
more than enough food to offer each girl, three
appetizing and filling meals a day—But the
very fact that we have an adequate amount of
the necessary kinds of food should make us
even more careful to see that no food is unnec
essarily wasted. When we pile our plates with
more food than we can eat, we might ask our
selves this question: "Am I eating my share
and someone else’s too?”
Pictures of trainer flights, bomb
ing flights and flights by fighters are
all a part of the routine for our stu
dent pilots and must be drilled into
them just as it is necessary for us
to remind ourselves daily of the ne
cessity to buy an extra $1M Bond
in September.
V. S. Treasury Department
SO IT SEEMS
Helf-forgotten wistful memories
Lonely ghosts of forgotten dreams
The more I try to forget them
The more vivid th^ are—so
seems.
—R. Clcfveland.
it
FORVICTORY
Buy An
Extra 5100
War Bond
During
3rd war loan
CoIk ^^toHCCui.
SALEM COLLEGE TO AID IN TRAINING
ARMY AIR FORCES?
If your first reaction to the above headlines
was the same as mine—you probably whistled
to yourself and said “My! My! How nice!”
These self same headlines (without the ques
tion mark) appeared Monday morning in the
“Winston-Salem Journal.” You can bet your
bottom dollar I scanned the article with more
interest than I usually give current events.
Vlisions of uniforms pranced delightfully thru
my mind—and I saw immediate alleviation of
the manpower shortage.
It seems that Salem has been asked to co
operate—no ... I think it’s co-ordinate with
the Air Force at the air port. The article
states that the college buildings are not going
to be used—and I’m glad of that. It’s crowded
in my room with just my room-mate. I don’t
think we could accommodate a pilot or two.
However, I don’t know how we can be expected
to “co-ordinate” if the pilots are at the air
port, and we’re in the Smoke House.
Since the buildings aren’t going to be used
—they (the Big Boys) have decided not to use
the faculty either. I can offer no explanation
for this. The only person called into active
service is Mr. Weinland. He holds the title of
Chief Co-ordinator”—but the boys call him
C Co.”
Now, I hope I have straightened out this
whole thing—for it’s very simple “as any fool
kin plainly see—Kin yo’ see?”
LA CLOCHE FELEE
II est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d’hiver,
I>’^couter, prfes du feu qui palpite et qui fume,
Les souvcfnirs lointains lentement s’filever
Au bruit des carillons qui chantent dans la brume.
Bienheureuse la cloche au gosier vigoureux
Qui, malgre sa vieilesse, alerte et bien portante,
Jette fidel6ment son crit religious,
Ainsi qu’un vieux soldat qui veille sous la tente!
Moi, mon ame est fel6e, et lorsqu’en s0s ennuia
Elle veut de sea chants peupler I’air froid des nuits,
II arrive souvent que sa voix affaible
Semble le rftle §pais d’un blessfi qu’on oublie
An bord d’un lac de sang, sous un grand tas de morts,
Et qui meurt, sans bouger, dans d’immenses efforts!
—Bandelaire.
SAFETY FIRST
More accidents on the home front than cas
ualties on the battlegrounds? Why, how could
that possibly be ? It does seem absurd, especial
ly in time of war; but it’s true, nevertheless,
according to recent statistics.
And we have evidence that it can happen
here right on our lovely campus—for another
pair of crutches have had to be added this
very week. “Stop, Look, and Listen” may
seem like infantile advice, but we never get
too old to take heed of this warning—and we
won^t live to get old if we don’t accept this
caution.
The stop light down on the corner can be
a nuisance if you’re in a hurry,'and trying to
get over to the P. 0. between classes. So you
dash thoughtlessly across despite the red light
which reads plainly STOP. There’s a shrill
shriek of brakes, and maybe you made it that
time by the skin of your teeth—but take heed
for another scare like that and remember
“Safety First” pays.