March 24, 1944.
Published Weekly By The Student Body
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LIGHTS OUT, PLEASE!
What has happened the las few weeks to
cause so many girls to get that feared letter of
“automatic restrictions?” Certainly these
restrictions have not resulted fi'om intended
breaking of the rules. It is true that the
majority of the girls have received a week’s
restriction because of carelessness on their own
part to turn off their lights by 11:30. ^^e must
watch this—the proctors dislike giving re
strictions to us, and it is unfair to them as
well as to ourselves to^ break these rules.
It is obvious why we have been given the
deadline of 11:30 for light. Some feel that
even this is too long for us to stay up, and those
are given the privilege of going to bed early
provided the rest of us keep the halls quiet
during quiet hours. For those who feel that
they cannot complete their assignments dur
ing the days, two light cuts a week are
allowed. It is very easy to get these light
•cuts by seeing the sub-house presidents from
10:40-11:15, and this time should be conveni
ent for everj’one.
The college has tried to help us with our
work. They have set the hour of 11:30 for
lights out for an obvious reason. They realize
our need for sleep, and we should }>e thank
ful for this deadline. But if there are some
night owls, who want to stay up and do their
work, please let’s help the proctors and house
presidents. Let’s sign up for light cuts when
we want them, and let’s make sure when we
do not have a liglit cut card on the door that
our lights are off at the last warning.
'’If you feel you can’t buy War Bonds,
write your reasons down on a pieece of pap
er and mail it to - a fiiend or relative of
yours on the fighting front. A friend or relative
who is facing the hell-fire in modern war . . .
a friend or relative who may be lying, body
torn, on a bloodstained battlefield far away
from home. Tell HIM you just can’t buy more
War Bonds.” (A. C. P.)
Holi^re etait ne a Paris et fit iiW brillantes fitudes au College de
Clermont, ct, dit-on, suivit a Orlean.s des cours de Droit. Son pferc,
tapissier du roi, lui destinait la survivance de sa charge, mais I’attrait
lu tlie.atre fut le plus fort.
Malgre I'oppositioii de sa famille, il s’engagea dans une troupe
d'aotinrs, et il devint bientot le chef. Cette troupe alia de ville en
\ille, pendant 12 ans. Molifere avait une vie de riche e.xperiSnce, et
tte experience se montre en son ouvrage. Molifere apprit a connaitre
nature humaine, et il appliqua cette connaissance en ses pieces.
II etait protege par le due d’Orleans, frfere du roi, Louis XIV, puis
par Louis lui-nitrlne (jui I’installa au Palais-Royal. En moins de I.") ans,
il coniposa, pour lo public on pour les plaisirs de la Cour, plus de
:}(> pieces. Plusieurs d’entre elles sont d’immortels chefs-oeuvre: “L’ficole
des Femmes", Tartuffe”, et “Le Maladc iniaginaire.” C’est en jouant
cette derni^re piece qu’il fut saisi d’une crise violente dont il mourut.
Moliere a cree la comedie. Maintenant, nou.s etudent son “Le
Bourgeois Gmtilhomme”, une satire sur un homme asaez riche, appartenant
a, la class moyenne. Nous I’aime bien.
Don’t Me.... But
Wonderful is the only word we have to describe our present con
dition. We can’t imagine what lias kept us in the clouc^s for so long,
but honestly living is grand isn’t it? . . . perhaps it’s the* bright fact
that six weeks tests are over and t'verybody is at last settling down
to more normal existence . . . perhaps it’s the fact that Mrs. Marks
is back . . . (we are afraid to even breath it, tho’, for fear the gremlins
will hear and carry her off again to the realm of the unknown that
would be most sad; so we shall make no furthur mention of her re
turn but play like she hasn’t been gonef at all) . . .
Then there is the Cleveland Symphony . . . and they are going to
play Brahm’s Second Symphony . . . everyone is very considerate
these days—if w(? can’t have Shostakovitch what, please, is better than
Brahms? Then, too, the whole last of the program is to be Wagner—
lovely Wagner! Add to this a bit of Beethoven and it equals a per
fect musical evening.
Everyone Jias be(m pretty worried about poor little Mr. Bair and
the U. S. Army - . . they couldn’t possibly want him more than we
do . .*. and besides what ev’er will happen to The Old Maid and the
Thief? . . . tsk . . . tsk . . .
It seems that everyone is highly dramatically-minded thc«e past
few weeks doesn’t it? The Freshmep Dramatic Club has really been
putting out. They no more than give one play afore the^' are off on
another—these times . . . these times ... not to mention, of course,
the grand piece of work that the Pierrettes put on all alom*— sans
director and everything ... it was reall}' fine business . . . we should
sav congrats” to every one who helj>ed ... it was a swell job of
cooperation and just shows what can be done if enough people want
it to be done—the first real showing of spirit so far . . .
Some mightly big boners were pulled this week . . . red faces
were not at all an uncommon sight among which was ours—as usual
but the most truly artistic “OJi—what—did I say—that—for?”
experience this week w'as one made in ye ol’ Art Lab by on? Mrs.
Marks . . • oh—what she said ! ! ! You see, it was like this—we were
up there dutifully doing what was assigned us, and Mrs. Marks
was dutifully standing over us seeing that we did do what was
assigned us then company arrived . . • The Rev. . . ■ no, we just can’t
tell it . . • haven’t the heart (and neigther do we wish to fail out
right the said course—mainly we doiit want to fail, but it ’uz a
good’un, tho ... it really was . . . But fhat wasn’t enough, she tried to
blame it on us . . . Now we ask you—what do you think of that?
We have heard some slight mention of stunt Night or something
to that effect . . . also we have heard that the Senior’s would like
to have a Junior-Senior . . . weeeeeelllll ...
Oh, hum life is rightly beautiful ... but the most wonderful
thing about life is the people one meets . . . (don’t know why this
sudden rush of affection for humanity in general) ... My! aren’t we
getting philosophical? Must stop before Diogenes gives up the hunt
for an honest man and decidtes he wants a philosdphical one instead
... we couldn’t bare to leave this world now . . . Heh, heh (wishful
thinking, we think it is termed) . . .
Enjoy life, children—
To discover the new birds in spring
to hear the piping of the frogs
to feel the sun on the first warm morning
to find the first blade of green grass
breaking through the brown e'arth
to picture dancing fairies and elves
in the cool, green delve and glen
to listen to the trill of birds
and hear their tuneful symphony
to sketch pictures and faces
out of wisps of white clouds
to (»xperienee the glorious feeling
to sense that God is near
at dawn, sunset, dusk,
and after a rain.
LONG LIVE MAGARLIS!
Not many years ago the first day of May
was one of great celebration in Czeehoslovokia..
It was the day dedicated to the young, to
joy and to pride in the Homeland. It was the
day of ilagarlis’—the day of love.
On Magarlis,.in the Czech towns, the parks
and squares were filled with gaily dressed
couples—all in the colorful, quaint, traditional
costumes of their section of the country. Every
thing was alive. Tiny stands showed wares of
various kind—embroidery, cakes and kalatetty.
The very young ones—unaware as yet of the
real significance of Magarlis—wandered from
place to place in groups leaving behind them
bits of gay songs and the memories of vigor
ous dances. The whole country rang with the
music of laughter and love.
When the German army marched into little
Czechoslovokia, one of the first customs they
abolished was' Magarhs. It aroused too much
national spirit. Thus, the peasants of Moravia
and Bolivia—and all the fun-loving people in
the Czech nation—were deprived of their be
loved May Day celebration. No more have the
parks rung with music or the laughter of the
young people; and the Gypsies have had to
stay their wandering feet to please the Ger
This May Day at Salem is a dedication to
Jill of the conquered nations of the world
which, for the present have had their dearest
customs wiped out. Because this settlement
was founded by men from old Moravia, it is
fitting that Czechoslovakia should be chosen as
the country fu^-nisiiing the theme for the
Salem May Day. Perhaps, in some small way,
we may carry on the Czech tradition while the
Czechoslovokians are not able to do so. We
hope to keep alive here at Salem the spirit
of Magarhs—the spirit of Love.
(Chairman of May Day)
Del Sal6n en el angulo obscuro,
De su dueno tal vez olvidada,
Silonciosa y cubierta de po.lvo
Veiase el arpa.
! Cuanta nota dormia en sus cuerdas,
Como el pajaro duerme en las ramas,
Esperando la mano iff nieve
Que sabe arrancarla! ^
! Ay! pense; i cuantas veces el genio
Asi duerme en el fondo del alma,
Una voz, come Lazaro, espera
Que le diga: “Levdntate y anda!”