North Carolina Newspapers

    Octobers, 1943.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
Presenting...,
‘PEUE”
If you’re somewhere on Salem
f-ampus and hear phrases such as
“okl bean,” “jolly well,” and oth
er typiealy Engish expressions, the
chances are ten to one that the
youngest daughter of Ijt. Col. and
Mrs. Kalph Coyte, Prudcnce Mary
Coyte, is nearby. “Prue(” comes
by those English expressions and
her English accent rightfully,
though,- for on June 14, 1926, in
London, England, our golden blonde,
“ Prue,” first-“gave out” with that
surprised and animated look that
show's to this day in her soft, gray
eyes. In reminiscing, “Prue” in-
sisj;s that the first decade of her
life vfas ‘ ‘ rather dull.” She says
she’s positive she was “a ’orrible
little girl chuck full of temper.”!
If you ask about that she invariably
will tell you that she used to sit
at the bottom of the stairs and kick
when the timo came for her to
go up for tea w'ith her nurse. She
professes that her dignity is still
a trifle stunted because she wasn’t
given the privilege of “sipping’.’
downstairs with the grownups. When
“Prue” was ten, she went to a
boarding school in Sussex where she
remained for three years, suppos
edly studying, but in reality think
ing about and playing cricket,
hockey and lacrosse.
Prue’s schooling W'as interrupted
eleven months after England’s dec
laration of war when a telegram
c:i4fie from Mrs. Coyte’s sister in
the U. S., reading merely “Would
like ‘ Prue’ for the duration.” ‘ ‘ Prue”
says she was to send back the an
swer yes or no, and she had only
ten minutes in which to give the
matter due consideration and deep
contemplation! We all know what
that answer was. Incidentally,
‘ ‘ Prue” says that on her moment
ous trip over, she had her first love
affair. The motive for the ‘ ‘ butter
fly” feeling in her heart was a
blond ship-purser. When “Prue”
was asked if he were English, she
said, “I’ll say he was, and a super,
super Englishman at that—but all
Englishmen are super,super!”
On September 28, 1940, “Prue”
got her first glimpse of the Statue
of Liberty. The crowds were shout
ing and singing the “Star-Spangled
Banner.” (“Prue” says that until
she was 12 years old, she thought
“John Brown’s Body” was our na
tional anthem). Our English ref
ugee declares she was so bewildered
that she did little more than become
speechless! The fundamental reas-
son for that, she explains, was the
fact that her welcoming committee
didn’t show up! She sat on her
suitcases for two hours forlornly
watching the Negro porter, a rare
sight in E.ngland, scurry by. She was
finally located by her aunt,
within a few seconds she got her
first view of Broadway. She hadn’t
seen lighted streets in over a year,
and she says it was “jolly well
nice to see those blinking lights!’’
A week after “Prue-’ arrived in
N. Y., Rev', and Mrs. Eugene M.
Chapmans of Canandaigua (N. Y.)
sent word that they would like to
keep her. Therefore “Prue” went
on to Canandaigua (where she lived
until she entered Salem). There she
became more familiar with Ameri
cans and their customs. She says
she had the impression that the
girls w’ere mainly interested in boys
and movies; she thought the boys
were a little “fresh” and gay. She
must not have thought too badly of
American boys because, at present,
she’s very interested in a blond’one
up near Canandaigua. She won’t
let the whole story be told since she
protests, “I can’t let the affairs of
my ’eart be spread all over the whole
campus, old ,bean, ’ but perhaps she’ll
give you the “lowdown” on him jf
you’ll go by 303 Strong.
“Prue’s father is a Lt. Col. in
the Eoyal Army Medical^Oorps and
is somewhere in Italy at present.
He is a surgeon, and “Prue” says
he’s a “jolly good one at that.”
Her mother is doing troops library
work in Belfast, and her sister,
Joan, is doing hospital work in L'on-
don. As is evident, the whole Coyte
LIFE WITH ADELE
“Hi there, girls! How are you
digesting that hunk of Black Beauty
we had for lunch?”
All tlie heads in the smokehouse
turn and watch a medioum-sized,
dark haired Yankee stroll in the
door. There is a slight air of sop
histication in that sharp little nose
and that small puckered mouth.
It is not the type of sophistication
that is offensive, but a type that
adds glamour to her natural per
sonality. It has always been a
■ marvel to me that Adele Chase
stops talking long enough to' take
a drag on her cigarette; but evi
dently she does, because she us
ually can be found in Alice Cle-
well’s^ back living-room.
After speaking to everyone, she
sprawls on the floor | for a short
game of bridge. Her partner bids
one weak club, and Adele immed
iately raises the bid to five clubs.
After being set several tricks,
Adele explains that she thought the
ace of spades in her hand was
the ace of clubs. Laughing with
her infectious giggle, she promises
to abide by Culbertson’s rules the
next time. _
As the two-fifteen bell rings,
Adele remembers that she has a
two o’clock class and dashes up the
steps three at a time to get her
books. Kunning a comb through her
hair and dabbing on lipstick, she
skips out of the room. Half way
down the hall she calls to her
room mate. “Peepsqueak, meet me
at Gooch’s for a coca-cola at three
o’clock, okay?”
In sociology class she leans on
the desk in front of her. Miss Hix-
on lectures, giving the most in
tellectual name possible for that
organism called common man. Adele
whispers to the person next to her,
‘ ‘ If Miss Hixon were a gym teacher,
she would give us the Greek
derivative for hockey. I can’t even
spell her word for dog!”
After class she meets her room
mate for a coca-cola, and together
they walk toward the library. She
goes up to seminar room number
one to sudy. After reading a few
pages, she stops and gazes out of
the window, as something very
exciting is always happening in
front of Alice Clewell. This time it
is one of the freshmen with a
bevy of boys surrounding her. Adele
starts back to her chair to study,
but she sees a classmate and calls
to her to look in her post office box
for a letter from North Africa.
Soon all is quiet, and she returns
to her Latin. After an hour’s con
centrated study,, she goes back to
•her room for a short “hen session”
before suppe>r, “Because,” she says,
"I have an intellectual headache.”
It is an unwritten law that Adele
will serve when she is at the table
because she is the perfect hostess.
When she is there the meal is a
complete success. There is never a
lapse in the conversation, topics of
conversation is her family. One can
often hear her say, “I spoke with
iny mother last night on the phone,
and she almost burned the wires
scolding me about my grades.”
After supper she strolls up the
walk in her red loafers and sits
down on the floor of the smoke
house for another game of bridge.
“You know, girls, I feel muuuuuuch
more conservative about bidding
tonight!”
Life with Adele is always ex
citing! ”
family is very much in the war.
That doesn’t exclude **Prue”, either.
She’s doing her part and even more
here at Salem. She’s spreading her
spirited determination and infec
tions humor throughout the college;
She’s promoting better understand
ing of the English and their customs.
She’s a perfect example of how a
freshman should adopt herself to
changing conditions. We’re all proud
of our “Prue”, and I’ve a feeling
that in a short tme under “Prue’s”
influence will be adopting her Eng
lish spirit and expressions. We’ll
love it—^just as we love “Prue”.
FIFTH COLUMN
REPORTING:
Salemites tracking to the P. O.
can’t fail to notice the new red
leaves that brighten the square these
days. Yes, fall is really here—a
brand new' season . . . and speaking
of things new, have you seen the
diamond on the third finger, left
hand of Mary Gordon Walters? And
newer still is Mary Parmer’s young
nephew. Congratulations, ‘ ‘ Aunt
Familiar!”
Last week-end made upper class
men crave freshmen privileges when
the ‘ ‘ Y” dance turned out to be such
.a success. What’s this about Roy
Casanova, Jr.? He must visit us
a^in!! . . . off-campus. The week
end was just as exciting. Nell,
Grantham, Garrison, V. V., Seville,
and Norn^ie saw Sis take the final
leap in Statesville, while Frances
Sullivan celebrated with “Biddy”
Cress . . . Grace Lane and Julia
Maxwell spent the week-end at V.
M. I. . . . How are your troubles,
Grace? . . . Girls who yelled for the
Carolina victory over Penn. State
at Chapel Hill Saturday were Doris
Little, Betty Harris, Betsy Casteen,
‘Big Dog” Wooten, “Mao” McClen
don, Margaret Yount, and Mary El
len Byrd.
Say, with men rationed as they
are, who gave third floor Clewell
priorities? “Evabelle” Bullock’s
all excited about Adolf these days
• . . Mary McIntyre and Rosamund
Putzel know all about snagging a
man at a dance, evidently. Life
must be thrilling for Martha Lou
Heitman with candy and specials
coming in all the time. Kitty Miller
keeps Wake Forest on her mind but
keeps putting him off. Watch those
lights, Kitty! . . . Eleanor Rodd
keeps fostering our sweet Salem—
Davidson friendship. Which reminds
us! The Davidson deputation team
is coming Sunday night. Guess we’ll
all turn out for Vespers. Girls in
room 308 ought to know about
Davidson, with Tommy and Henry
there.
While we’re on third floor, what
was that massacre Tuesday night at
exactly twelve o'clock? First and
second floors would surely like an
explanation!
With this nice fall weather to spur
them on, more and more girls are
seen on the golf course these days.
You couldn’t have missed Mary
Coons, Reynolds High School beauty
Little Leopold Advises
(Problems of all such and so forth
advised to do how)
Dear Little Leopold:
I have a very difficult problem.
My boy friend is six feet, six inches
tall, but I am only four feet, six
inches tall. ^Vliat can I do?
Signed, —Beautiful Doll.
Answer:
Dear B. D.:
My advice to you is to either
carry a ladder around with you all
the time or get a shorter man. A
shorter man preferably, because car
rying stepladders will cause bulgy
muscles.
» * «
Dear Little Leopold:
I am known for my ability to plan
for the future, but now I have been
dealt a low and cruel blow. For
my room at Salem I bought blue
curtains, blue bedspreads, blue rugs,
blue dresser scarfs, and blue pic
tures. I like blue. But what do I do
now?—the walls of the room are
green.
Signed, —Confoosed.
Answer:
Dear Confoosed:
I wouldn’t worry if I were you.
Blue and green go well together . . .
something like pink and orange. So
you see, there isn’t a thing to worry
about.
« « «
Dear Little Leopold:
I love my lessons. In fact I love
studying so much that I forget my
dates ancl when to eat or sleep. I
can hardly tear myself away from
ni^ studies. Thefre is one problem
for which I cannot find an answer:
What time dqes the train leave to
morrow, west-bound?
Signed, —Genius.
Dear Genius:
12:45.
Note: Any resemblance to Little
Leopold and his victims is pure
ly sympathetic.
queen, who decorates the golf course
in red gingham trousers and a blue
tunic. Mildred Garrison and Fran
ces Jones take their game seriously
while Luanne, Gudger, Mary Fran
ces, and Mary Ellen end up crack
ing walnuts.
The Seniors make news with
Lucy Farmer taking a lo-ng week
end to rest this week . . . Dot and
M. E. Carrig will be at home for
a few days . . . Doris C., M. E. and
Lynne saw Arabelle this week-end . .
V. V., home’s the flier? . . . And
Mary Louise how' does it feel to
hear from the ox?
Lucille Newman must have had a
real blow-out the other nite, from
what the day students say . . .
Isn’t it a joy to see Mil Butner.
I guess marriage is still a great in
stitution.
Well, ’til we-make more dirt, this
is the Fifth Column signing off—
Here’s to another big week-end!
Have fun!
DON’T QUOTE ME, BUT—
It looks like not all of Salem’s
facial upliftage are over yet. Some
brave Pierrettes under Adair Evans’
mighty hand are struggling to re
construct the dressing and make-up
room. Not only that but Nancy
Kenny is leading an expedition to do
over the Salemite office. Oh happy
day!
Ain’t it awful! Everybody’s go
ing home except us. Even Miss
Savacool is hastening off to the Big
City by plane—mind you—by plane.
We are positively chartreuse with
envy.
Well, we are especially pleased
about Adele Chase’s new office.
There was bound to be something
here that no one but she could do.
Fire chief! That’s it exactly. Real
ly, why didn’t we think of it be
fore?
Ah, hockey! There is just some
thing about it that really , gets us.
Already our shins are poking out the
backs of our legs and after only
one day’s practice, too.
The best one yet is Dr. Willough
by’s bit of comforting advice about
Titania’s falling in love with Bot
tom plus the ass’s head—quote: “Ti-
tania wasn’t the first woman to fall
FRESHMAN RAMPAGE
Founders’ Day! Ah Founders’
Day! Last year a building was
dedicated; this year a building was
almost demolished. If you are a
Clewellite you know what I mean.
Some thought it was the beginning
of a “Once-upon-a-time-on Founders’
Day Eve” story relating a grue
some ghost-march of dusty 1772
Salemites, and the mysterious dis
appearance of the entire freshman
class. At least it sounded that bad
from where we were. Others thought
that it was a general pre-annihilation
of the third-floorsmen—just a pre
view' of Sophomore Court. If people
and beds and things had started
floating by our windows on the way
to the swimming pool, we wouldn’t
have been surprised after those
murder-pieture screams and the
sledge-hammer session. Whether it
was the protective spirit or just
fiendish jealousy that m/ide the
sophomores take three steps at a
time to third, it is questionable,
but there was a shivering desire
to know the W'hy’s and wherefore’s
of the sudden midnight welcoming
of Founders’ Day. Ah, such true
school love revealed by the new
class! (But, just between the stu
dents: the freshmen claim that all
they were doing was trying to show
Salem that they were actually here—
and weren’t such a spirit-less little
class after all).
The formula for such Halloween-
play is relatively easy. First, set
about twenty alarm colocks for 12
o’clock (disregard the fact that
they go off any time between 11:30
and 2). Then slam approximately
thirty doors at the same time, and
tell sixty girls to test their vocal
cords. Continue for five minutes,
and there won’t be a person asleep
within three miles—guaranteed!
in love with an ass and neither will
she be the last.” Enough said.
2:40 A. M. and we still have Ovid
to plough through—ye gads! But be
fore we resign ourselves to the
fact that there is no night, may we
remind you that the Juniors are
staging a bridge tournament Sat
urday night in the basement of
Strong. See you there, I hope!
APOLOGY....
Dear Salemites:
Due to insufficient help, we regret that we can’t give
the service that you are used to having in the past.
So if you will order from the fountain when we are
busy it will be greatly appreciated.
Yours very truly.
Ben & Kathryne GOOCH’S Curb Service
¥
^ Frankly
Glamorous
A shower of sequins on'
a short dinner dress for
starlight romancing.
^ $22.95
^ .
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