Page Two. THE SALEMITE November I 2, 1943.
NOVEMBER 11, 1943—NOVEMBER 11, 1944?
(In honor of the 25th anniversary of the
Armistice Day of World War I, and in hopes
of another Armistice Day in the not-too-distant
future, we are dedicating this page to thoughts
on World War II — ideas of both servicemen
and Salemites. We feel that since this sub
ject is foremost in all our minds, this use of
the page might help to formulate some new
views as well as to learn those of the men
who are fighting the war and those of our
associates here at Salem. Ed’s note.)
Once again Armistice Day rolls around and
finds the world gripped in the fourth year of
another war—a war greater and more horrible
than any war known to mankind. Twenty-six
years ago the first great World War had just
ended, and there was a prayer in the heart of
every world ■citizen that this was the “war to
end all wars.” Little did the average Ameri-
.can citizen believe that within a quarter of a
century there was to be a second World War
in which their sons would be required to fight
for their very existence and for all that is
sacred to them. We do not yet know whether
the victory this time is to be ours; we can only
hope, pray, and devote all our energies and
r .sources toward a victorious end.
If we, individually, will give our utmost
in all our work and continue to put the guns
and ammunition into our men’s hands, this
time next year we may be having the greatest
celebration of Armistice that we have ever
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- By Sgt. Thomas N. Papas
ABOUT THE AUTHOR—Sgt. Thomas N. Papas, of the Armored Forces,
was inducted into the Army on March 11, 1942. is completing his
second lieutenant’s training. He was born in Memphis, Tennessee, where
his parents, three sisters and a younger brother still live. He spent
three years at Southwestern College, in Memphis, played football, wrote
stories for the Memphis Commercial Appeal, got movie-struck and spent
two years in California. His father came from Greece in 1907, owns a
TIME—OUR MOST USEFUL WEAPON
“Procrastination is the thief of time!” All
our lives we have heard this old adage, yet
how many of us have heeded it? Very few, I
expect. ]\Iost of us usually put things off until
the very last minute, then have to work over
time tiying to catch up! Wasting time is
definitely one of us girls’ besetting sins.
The secret of not wasting time lies in the
organization of our work. If each of us had
a definite time to do each assignment, we would
have much more time for extracurricular activ
ities. IIow often have we heard girls say,
‘‘1 wish 1 had time for that Home Nursing
Course—or do that Red Cross knitting or ban
In the future, let’s read that history paral
lel, or do the research for that source theme on
time so we will have more leisure to devote
to outside activities. We owe that much to
Salem and the war effort.
I am fighting for that big white house with the bright green roof
and the big front lawn, the house that I lived in liefore Hitler and the
Japanese came into my life. I am fighting for those two big sycamore
trees out there on the lawn where my brother and I spent so many happy
and nevefr-to-be-forgotten hours.
I am fighting for that little sister of mine, the one in the eight grade,
the one who shed so many tears when her brothers went marching off
I am fighting for those two gray-haired grownups who live in that
house right now. Those two hard-working and intelligent people who
planned the lives of those two boys who went marching off to war. Those
two people who faught so hard to give those boys a good education, to
keep them well clothed, well fed-and clean of body and mind.
I am fighting for that big stone church with its tall, stained-glass
windows, its big organ with the magnificent tone, its choir, its people who
were always so glad to see us. That big stone church with its great
principles and ideals, its irreplaceable position in the -community, its
educational program for the young, its living testimony to the Creator
of us all.
I am fighting for that big ,brick schoolhouse, that fine old college with
all its tradition and its ivy-covered walls, that nice little roadster I
used to have, my room at home with all the books, that radio in the
living room, that phonograph with all its records, that piano, that tennis
court back of the house, and that little black cocker spaniel with his
big bright eyes and his funny walk.
I am fighting for my homo and your home, my town and your town.
I am fighting for New York and Chicago and Los Angeles and Greens
boro and Hickory Flat and Junction City. And, above all, I am fighting
for Washington. I am fighting for those two houses of Congress, for
that dignified and magnificent Supreme Court, for that President who
has led us so brilliantly through these trying years and for the man who
I am fighting for everything that America stands for. I am fighting
for the rights of the poor and the rights of the rich. I am fighting for
the right of the American people to choose their own leaders, to live their
own livesj to pursue their own careers, to save their money if they like
or to spend their money if they like.
I am fighting for that girl with the large brown eyes and the reddish
tinge in her hair, that girl who is away at college right now, preparing
herself for her part in the future of Amcrica and Christianity.
I am fighting for that freedom that so few of us seemed to realize
we had before the war struck at us. I am fighting for that American
belief in equality, in justice and in an Almighty God.
These are the things I am fighting for, and there are millions more
in the Army fighting for them, too, and back on the home front the
rest of the millions are buying the Bonds to help pay for the weapons
of war and working day and night on the production lines to produce the
weapons of war. ^
We cannot lose.
LET’S WAKE UP
Our boys are at the front fighting to pro
tect their homes and their women—they are
protecting us, but not to the point that we
can afford to cloister ourselves so as not to
realize what is going on in the world.
• The majority of Salem students tend to
shut themselves in a close little world of
bridge, cokes, week-ends and books and to ig
nore the fact that they have an obligation to
those boys on the front.
Several weeks ago we made our pledge to
the W. S. S. P. Last \yeek the goal was far
from reached. If it has been since, it is only
because girls have made a door-to-door canvas
and almost literally dug the money from our
In the bond drives the results have been piti
fully small. And the mites collected were done
so because our spirit of competition was fired.
Come one, Salem, wake up. There IS a war,
and we ARE in it! Honor your pledges gladly
and willingly; make it possible to have a stamp
and bond stand doing business every day.
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Don’t Swte Me....But
Ah . . . hockey . . . it’s a wonderful sport!!! What with all of our
broken fingers it is just by the mercy of the gods that we can type . • •
else, what would happen to this column? Hummmmmmm . . .
What could have been more appropriate than to sing “The Star Span
gled Banner” as the clock struck eleven on the 25th anniversary of World
War I Armistice Day . . . and to see our president standing reverently
with bowed head! He seemed to have enjoyed the community sing as
heartily as the girls!! ...
To Miss Hixson, we’re glad to have you back . . . and our deepest
sympathies . . .
This we picked up at “Tree Planting” . . . quote Mrs. (Pres.) Kond-
thaler, “Now you freshmen know where to get spending money.” Quote
the junior class, “Oh, would we were trees!” . - .
It most grieves us to tell you that the honorable Robert R. Reynolds
will not be a candidate for renomination to the United States Senate
in the Democratic Primary of May, 1944. And just when we were becom
ing eligible to vote ...
Dean Vardell, you are wonderful! (And we say this modestly.) Lib
did herself proud, too . . .
In spite of all the chaos it’s still a grand ol’ world, says Miss Sava
cool ,. . . oops, Mrs. Sanders. Arrived in Wahington on Sunday morning
. . . came home a Mrs. on Sunday night . . . that’s right. TTiat is all
well and good . . . but, our grievance is that she didn’t save it as a
scoop for the Salemite. Her reason . . .she couldn’t wait one measly
week to wear her ring!!! Now we ask you . . . what kind of a reason
is that? Seriously, though, congratulations and all of the best wishes
and happiness that it is possible for two to have!! . • .
To those girls who responded so willingly to the call for “models”
in various pictures made this week, the Office of Public Relations wishes
here and now to thank them. Such cooperation is greatly appreciated!
Remember that proposed measures and amendments to the Consti-
IN THE COLLEGE GIRL’S DEFENSE
War is the reality that makes our “bull
sessions” merrier because we know our chat
ter can stop, our laughter gayer because there
may come a time when there won’t be much
reason for laughing. Behind our giddiness,
our constant searching for fun and pleasure,
is a ragged fear, a doubt that lurks always just
beneath consciousness. Every girl, in these
days, wonders, more agonizingly than she will
ever admit, just what this war will mean to
her before it is ended. She knows that all odds
are against her escape. She is sure to be hit
in some vulnerable spot, whether it be in what
happens to a brother, or to the boy she plans
to marry. All these things are as true of col
lege girls as of other girls.
People say a college girl seems to cling to
“things as they were.” She does cling. Prob
ably more than a member of any other special
group, she clings. This may be that she is
spoiled by more luxuries than other people. It
is more likely that she realizes more than oth
ers do how different things could be. But her
clinging does not make her an escapist or one
untouched” by the war, as she is often ac
cused of being.
What about that uncomfortable little twinge
at the bottom of her stomach when she has a
seat on a bus and a soldier stands? She thinks,
111 be home for Christmas,” then remembers
how many people are not able to say that, and
It isn’t such a happy thought any more. She
keeps making herself remember the phrase she
has heard so often, “But college is a wartime
job.” What about that picture always in her
mind of “me on the second row in History
class him in a foxhole with a hullet throbbing
in his shoulder”?
She hears of what happened to the group of
American boys just before they were released
from the Japanese prison camp. She receives
news of another friend “missing in action” in
North Africa. Then she turns back to the
problems for her tomorrow’s math class, or
trudges over to the lab to find her “second un
known,” or studies for a Foods test. But is
“untouched” exactly the word you want for
SALEMITE’S HOUSE IS NOW IN ORDER
With a newly-decorated office and a newly-
announced §taff the SaJemite should serve its
purpose to the fullest.
The apprentice reporters who are now full-
fledged staff members, were chosen for their
tution must be handed in by Tuesday, November 16 at one o’clock. I ability to write, their reliability, their quality
Measurer and amendments must be submitted in writing and must be
signed by ten per-cent of the student body which will be thirty-two per
sons. Isn’t it great . . . this land of democracy? . . .
For an unusually attractive bulletin board, consult the one in Clewell
sponsored by the “Y” . . .
Oh, that we were a member of the Riding Club! Just to think of the
long horseback ride out to Clemmons tomorrow afternoon in the crisp (?)
autumn (?) breezes (?), the chicken-pie supper, the overnight stay at
the Rondthaler’s, and the jaunt back to town Sunday after an early
breakfast makes us green with envy. On second thought . . . after that
hockey practice, we don’t think we’d be able to make it. (Groan) , .
surely our fingers couldn’t hurt there . . .
and quantity of work. Their duration as staff
members depends upon their desire to improve
their work and their continued co-operation—
the 1:30 Tuesday meeting is a “ must. ”
Recently we have received several unsolic
ited manuscripts for which we are grateful.
Due acknowledgement will be given later in
the year. We challenge you to submit further
contributions. Remember—a mast-head is very