November 5, 1043.
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BORROWING PAYS HOME EC CLUB SAYS
We can’t say that we feel particularly one
way or the other about jig-saw puzzles, but
Ave do have a definite opinion as to how much
the success of the Campus, Fair, sponsored by
the Home Slconomics Club, was due to the
cooperation of nine non-home economics.
As the children of policemen are supposed
to have the flattest feet, we of the Home Be
Club have decided that the students of the
Music Department are the best performers on
both vocal and piano chords. We gratefully
acknowledge the work of those girls of that
department whom we borrowed for the floor
show; Sara Haltiwanger, pianist, Jane Mul
hollem and Gw^en Mendenhall, vocalists.
A word of praise is also due to Martha Sher
rod and Kitty Angelo, who danced in the
Paper Doll chorus, and Coit Redfearn who
completed a request for her recitations.
We’ve decided that both Dr. McEwen and
Mr. Campbell missed their falling in following
the teaching profession.' Dr. “Mac” made as
perfect a French waiter as any in the suave
night clubs of New York. Mr. “Science De
partment” Campbell outdid Oscar of the Wal
dorf as he presided behind the bar. We also
appreciate the services of Mrs. 'Marvel Carter
Campbell as fortune-teller.
Again we say, we thank you!
A FRESHMAN’S POINT OF VIEW
I do like this college. There is a fine spirit
of friendliness and sincerity among the girls
at Salem College. I never walk across the
campus without hearing a “Hey” or a “Hello”
from someone The girls call, wave their hands,
or run down the steps to walk to classes with
me. Everything, from cake to chicken from
home, to bobby pins and notebook paper, is
shared. Everybody is interested in my parents,
my home, and my friends. Even the buildings
are friendly. The quaint ivy-covered church
welcomes me each Sunday. The library has
shelves of books waiting to be read. I like
to go into the warm and’ bright classrooms.
These rooms w'ould not be cheery if it were not
for the teachers who make the classes enjoy
able. The instructors want to know what I
like and dislike. They are friendly. It is no
wonder, then, that Salem, with its friendliness
of the teachers, of the buildings, and of the
girls, has stolen a large piece of my heart.
ON DRESSING FOR DINNER:
Why dress for dinner? As we all know,
dressing for dinner each night used to be a
rule at Salem; so there must be something to
be said , for it. First may be said, it always
looks good to see all the girls dressed, and es
pecially so in the still new dining hall—dress
ing for a meal once a day is merely doing a
slight justice to our beautiful refectory.
But more important is dressing for the
sake of morale. Even in cotton hose one feels
better and makes everybody else feel better.
After an often dull and usually tiresome day,
a change from the classroom uniform of skirt
and sloppy sweater results also in a change of
spirit—a lifting of spirits. If- we each could
set aside one hour (including dressing) for
the evening meal and enjoy this hour as an
escape from the routine of school, surely we
would come to look forward to the evening
meal as an hour of relaxation. It would not
take long to form the habit of dressing and
after the habit is formed then we would think
of nothing else but to dress.
Then that, too, would become routine—dull
and burdening, maybe your argument. Well,
why not compromise and make everyone happy
by setting aside one night a week for dressing
for dinner ? Those who want to dress will have
an opportunity to do so without being a spec
tacle. Those who do not enjoy dressing night
after night will have six other nights to come
to dinner as they will. Due to the war and
consequent conditions, probably many of our
wardrobes have been actually reduced, right
along the line of dresses, leaving us one or two
“good” dresses. In this case, wearing the two
dresses alternately every night for dinner
would soon wear them both out as well as take
away much of the joy of wearing them on Sun
But surely once a week would not wear-off
the novelty of dressing for dinner nor the glam
our of a few dresses. It’s worth a try, isn’t it?
— CON —
“Oh, I’m so rushed I don’t know whether
I’m coming or going!” That, in a nutshell,
seems to be the motto of Salem girls. Though
we try to budget our time between four or five
subjects, plus extra-curricular activities, plus
a little recreation, we find our every minute
filled to the brim, and always there’s more work
that we really should do but just can’t get
around to. Every morning we see a few sad-
looking girls who look as though they could
use a toothpick or two under their eyelids.
Of course, all worli and no play would
make dull creatures of the Salemites. They
certainly should not forego all the social
graces, nor should they overlook the customs
and manners which make life gracious. Dress
ing for dinner during the week, however, is a
pleasantry which will not fit into the Salem
girl’s work-day budget. When one has lab all
afternoon and lessons to prepare for the next
day, one does not have either the time or the
inclination to dress with pumps and hose, only
to change again after dinner into clothes suit
able for studying.
Though we’d like to have a leisurely dinner
hour, just as we’d like to read more of those
intriguing books in the library, it follows that
during the week the only set custom for dinner
dress should be that of cleanliness and neatness.
El sabado pasado habia un bailo a Salem. Todas las muehachas
se vistieron en los trajes m&s bellos y eon sus hombres principales fueron
al gimnasio para bailar y bailar.
Habia alU, sorprendidamente muchos hombres de todas elases, sol-
dados, marineros y cuidanos. Las muehachas estuvieron muy contentas
al ver tantos hombres—especialmente las “ serpientos.” Las “serpien-
tos’ ’ son las seiioritas que tratan de tomar los hombres' de las otras mueh
achas, como todo el mundo sabe de experience. Habia alii tambien
muchos “'lobos”—todo el mundo sabe tambien lo que es un “lobo” de
experience o no.
En pesar de los “animales” los jovenes se divertieron mucho y a
los doce menos quarto, se fueron muy cansados pero muy contentes,
gracias al Gobierno Estudiante.
Don’t S)upte Me....But'"
Well, my children, if we seem a bit incoherent it is simply because
we are still nursing memories from Saturday night—it was really gay,
wasn’t it? No joke, we even took time off to admire the corn stalks
and pumpkins—(which, by the way, are still in the gym, Miss Stock
ton). Thanks, Stee Gee, for some grand fun!!! . . .
And talking about pumpkins there’s the little freshman who brings
Mr. Bair pie. “Pumpkin polishing?” . . .
Have you heard about the junior who calls her two cats “.Thrall
and Hibberd”?-^just a relapse from English Lit—we don’t doubt . .
Then there was Tuesday Assembly . . .
A twenty-one gun salute to those girls in the Secretarial Department
who are giving up much of their spare time working for the Red Cross
and at the Rationing Board. Mrs. Rondthaler and Miss Hauser, too, de
serve orchids for their contributions . . .
The Service Flag replete with all its stars is stirring to behold as
one enters Memorial Hall. Thank you, Y. W. . . .
Must we remind you again: books that are left in the corridor of
Main Hall, on the porch of Main Hall, or in the vestibule of Memorial
Hall during Assembly will be confiscated. If you just can’t remember,
then you’ll have to pay a fee of five cents per book when you claim your
possessions after Assembly in the living room of Main Hall.
There are bound to be some good “quotes” about, but what with
surviving the six weeks, we have been too busy to catch them. Then—
and THEN on top of it all, our academic aids have begun strolling into
the rooms with that “now I have you where I want you” smile and an
nouncing those filthy term papers! Don’t let anybody tell you there
isn’t any justice—there ain’t!!! . . .
For some real fun plus “laming” try signing up for English Comp.
We promise you never a dull moment. Wednesday one lass simply stated
her opinion on high school courses and — pff-f-f-t an controversy was
begun. After Miss Byrd had held forth for perhaps ten minutes she
abruptly stopped with a “But don’t let me influence you!!” The wilted
lass muttered under her breath, “Oh, you haven’t!” . . .
Do you realize that it’s nearing November 8th? Doesn’t that strike
a familiar note? Come, come, you can’t fool us—that’s Sadie Hawkins
I^ay!! I Hey ,— wait a minute — hummmm, just like Superman — up, up,
awayyy ... ■ 1 ?
J’ai perdu ma force et ma vie,
Et mes amis et ma gaitfi;
J’ai perdu jusqu’S, la fiertd
Qui faisait croire a, mon ggnie.
Quand j’ai connu la V6rit6,
J’ai cru que c’Stait une amie;
Quand je I’ai comprise et sentie,
J’en 6tais dfij^ d6goflt6.
Et pourtant eUe eat, fiternelle,
Et ceux qui se sont passSs d’elle
Ici-bas out tout ignorfi.
Dieu parle, il fa'it qu’on lui rSponde.
Le seul bien qui me reste au monde
Est d’avoir quelquefois pleurfi.