April 28, 1944.
THE SALEMITE
Page Three.
FILTH COLUMN
Vou niiglit .'think that this week
end, between Junior-Senior and May
Day wil be a dull one. But rumors
have it quite to the contrary.
Off to Charlotte go “Bull” and
Sauls. While vou’re “ settling-up”
with Chick, “Bull”, don’t forget
May Day—bring ’.cm back alive.
From excited snatches of conver
sation here and there, and now and
then, we gather that there is another
big party underway—Helen Slye and
hoT gang, to Charlotte also.
•fudging from her preparations,
Ellie Eodd is looking for a glorious
time at Davidson this weekend. She’s
dieting all this week, and getting
new clothes, etc.! What’s more, he
is coming up for May Day.
And isn’t Martha Sherrod dating
this weekend? She’s keeping with
in Sam’s fraternity, you may note.
The Junior’s conversations and
tales speak for the big weekend—
the 22n'di The Junior-Senior brought
results for Helen Phillips. Her
blind-date so'emed as ‘pleased’ as
well as ‘was pleasing.’ 80 “ Les”
is planning a quick trip back to
Salem this weekend. Of course it
would be Mary Frances’ date who
was such an immediate and unani
mous hit—and we do mean wth
the chaperons, the girls, and the
•’"•■es!
' must hear about the dinner
‘ ■ '^rill. There were Mary Ellen
']. Helen and Les, Jo and
■ ■ ■ , Sauls and Tforaec, Lu and
Gudg and (another) Don, Del
■ ^'roc. and Nell and D. E.
"oins that the “preacher” is
-ain. At least, Mildred is now
^ g him for May Day.
eniors reacted to the dance,
' ‘ ■ hat does it mean. It seems
of them are down and out—
i iilds, loss of voice, and fever blist
ers. Among those ailing are Virginia
McMurray, and Sue Willis. Every-
onf> was happy that “Cnpt. Dick”
made the dance.
We don’t know which is glitter
ing more, Betsy Stafford’s eyes or
her new fraternity bracelet from
Flarry.
,\nd then there’s Marjorie Martin’s
weekend at Annapolis—great! (or
have you noticed those circles?)
Louise- Taylor is getting mighty ex
cited over her trip. No wonder, she’s
going to see Ralph.
Wonder if there’s a story behind
Brona Nifong’s extended weekend
in Washington, D. C.
We’re tmibly sorry about Peg
Nimock’s being “shut-in” at home
with the measles. Hoj>e it won’t be
long before she’s back! We also wish
to extend our sympathy to Eva Mae
Dorton—after measles, she now has
mumps.
Of course you know b.v now, but
for the safe of the “record,” Louise
Totherow and Gwyn Mendenhall
have engagement rings.
Keeping up with the news, .
Jane Frazier has a radio program
of her own every Mon., Wed., and
Fri. at 7:,S0.
Lois, Julia, B«t, Sullivan, Sebia
;,nd Bunny Bunn, the younger arc
taking in the Spring Frolics at Caro
lina, and Helen and Sara are headed
Duke way for the Pan-Hell Ball.
j\fy, my these popular girls. Then
there’s “Huck,” who actually turn-
e? down the Davidson dances to
meet Sam in Durham. It must be
wonderful—or love—or something!
Well, next weekend we’ll have a
,dance of our own, gosh darn it!
Everyone is sooo excited about at
last having a date. If all these plans
materialize the campus should be
swarming! Betty Dunning s L'es is
flying down from New ^ork. Duke
will be well r>;presented with dates
for Ticka, Mae, Billie Kose, Frances
Law, Martha Lou, and Sara Merritt.
Mary Jane Vieira’s Bill is finally
making it ti> Salem this weekend!
Too ,bad his furough won’t last over
May Day.
Carolina is contributing men for
Eoaty, Fair, Bimny, Marguarite,
Kitty, anid Patty. And rumor has it
that Hollywood is supplying a date
for Betty Ilennessee—she asked nong
less than Errol Flynn!
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Writers Cramp—
And Reader^s Too!
tiy Marjorie Martin
N'ow I maintain a fairly large cor
respondence—1 enjoy receiving mail
and you know the undebatable fact
is that to receive mail ya gotta
write mail! Aiid so I do just rhar
—but it’s not my end of the cor-
res]>ondence I’m concerne*! about.
Ves, there’s sort of a thrill to look
ing in your box and seeing a four
by five envelope—even if it is a
repulsive pink or a revolting red.
However, it is not the envelope,
the length of the letter, the stale
news it contains, or the way the
stationery is folded that gets me—
it’s the dagnab near impossible way
folks write the stale news that
makes up the short leter that fills
the envelope that wouldn’t please
the color tastes of Emily Post!
The only way I have of telling
from wliom I am receiving most of
my mail is by observing the post
mark. If the city isn’t stamped
clearly I’m sunk! Then if I cor
respond with more than one per
son in a certain city, I’m still in a
state of cnnfusion ’cause how am
I to tell if that circle and loop and
two straight lines at the close of
the composition says “Love, Joe,”
“Love, Jane,” or “Love, Jim”???
C’est impossible and I’m much too
busv to stop to figure it out—I
find" it saves time to just write an
answ^er to Joe, and Jane, AND Jim!
But that’s expensive and' who am
I to waste my 3—centses? Surely
there’s some better solution!
I do find consolation in one of my
correspondents—^my Mother. I can
always tell if a letter is from her
by the fact that she always encloses
a much-needed stamped envelope.
Whether or not she ever receives
the messages I so carefully fold,
seal, and return in her bi-weekly
gift, I am unable to say, for up to
this time I have never been able
to read far enough through the pages
to find if she says anything about
having enjoyed my last letter. I
sometimes wonder if Motherhood
brings on the penmanship problem—
they say nearly everything else can
be attributed to that fact.
Now I’ve tried to drO]i gentle hints
such as, ‘‘Enjoyed receiving your
letter, Imt couldn't quite make out
the first, second, or third pages.”
Or, “What henscratching you did
in your last letter! Must be old age
creeping ui> on you.” But my reflec
tions on their penmanship don’t seem
to sink in and I’m still—well—life is
so-0-0-0-0-0 confusing!
I recommend a motto: “Improve
Your Penmanship.” Also a club of
the same name. Something must be
done! It is becoming impossible to
wade through life w'ith un-read (or
unreai(t'able) letters cluttering up
desk drawers, Greek Grammars, and
sofa seats. To save me I can not
see how the postal clerks get mail
on the right trains—unless Uncle
Sam is now hiring experts to fill the
incresing demand for decipherer^
. . . and surely you’ve heard of the
man-power shortage. Who are you
to make extra work? And what
about those V-letters the fellows
can’t read after an endless wait for
word from home? I tell you it’s un
patriotic! It’s cruel, unfair, and
evil of you to write as you tto! Think
of the approaching exam (address
complaints for mentioning it to me
c/o The Salemite) i^apers that pro
mise to put three more Salem pro
fessors on the oculist’s list of pa
tients. Ya see, we’re all bothered
with this awful habit—I tell you
penmanship is a National Problem!
The Tables
Turned
Editor’s note; This story is dedi
cated to those long - suffering
martyrs, th' practice teachers, who
will finish next week. The author
is one who knows the trials and
h a: r d s h i p s that accompany the
neophyte teacher in her first attempt
at spreading knowledge among the
masses.)
Aftermath Of Date At Salem
pkescbiptionists
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“Yipee! A substitute teachoT!’’
Yes, I, Mill Avera, was the sub
stitute teacher. I reckon I was ex
pecting the worst—’cause of liow
visions of the way we used to treat
substitute teachers were tapping at
my memory. I remember one in
dividual who happened among our
midst when I was a high school
freshman—yes, I was the same age
then as this class was now. Her
name was—golly! the only name I
can remember is the name we gave
her—“Miss America.”
Cripes, but she was ugly! She
looked more like a witch than a
witch herself looks. She had a long,
skinny nose, sunken eyes, and a
sallow complexion, it’s a wonder
W'e didn’t all run home and hide
under the bed rather than stay at
school and poke fun at the dame.
Oh, how W'e treated that poor
soul! We swapped our names con-
tinuusly so she couldn’t report us
by name. We not only messed up
Our names. We all ate onions before
going to class — which of course
made “Miss America” very ill.
We told whoppers about our as
signment. And generally speaking
we just made merry when a sub
stitute teacher came to school.
Now here I was on the other side
of the desk. I was the sul)stitute
teacher now. Qh well, I figured I
might as well make the best use
of my memory. Before any of the
class had had too much time to
get warmed up, I had one of the
more innocent looking youngsters to
make me a seating chart. Oh boy.
I’ll never forget.the surprise I gave
those bids that firs't period. Several
of the boys got up and went to
the back of the room. They start-
edj playing with the rock display.
I just quirtly said, “Bill, come sit
down. Dan, put that rock down
and get ready to do math. David,
while you’re l)ack there, would you
please lower the shade.” They look
ed at me as if 1 had shot them,
“(iolly, she kiiows our names!”
^'o, I really didn’t know their
names. The seating chart was what
I had been using, but I figured it
wouldn’t be a bad idea to learn
their names. Before they realized
how I knew their names, I had
learned them and thrown away the
chart. It worked like a charm. The
rest of the time I siibsfituted I
had the awe-stricken attention that
master magicians receive.
^’ej), I got along just fine e.xcept
for one mishap. The lunch bell
l>u?.zed a minute earlier than I had
expected it to. I told the class
to line up for lunch. They looked at
me with sick grins, but didn’t budge.
L thought I hnd gone nuts. Imagine
Below you will find an authentic
description of what the poor male
must endure as a result of attending
a Salem dance. It is quoted word
for wordi fr(v>i a letter received by
one of our seniors as follows:
“Dear ,
Every simpleton seems to think
it his duty to tell his date of the
week-end before about his trip home,
and why should I be the exception?
There were two of the most beauti
ful and tremendous Greyhound buses
waiting for us at the station and
we were feeling on top of the W'orld
when out of a clear blue sky an M.
P. who I am sure was the big
brother of the “Angel” stepped up
and came forth with an earth
shaking ‘Service men first.’ Much
later Sheeley and I scraj>ed our
selves off the sidew'alk and saw.that
both buses were completely bloated.
1 started to the phone to let you
share my worries when some bright
faced lad said that there would be
a civilian bus going to Greensboro
in just a minute, so we went back
outside. Then in front of all those
people all over tlie station in rolled
a city bus that sounded like a
skeleton walking on a tin room.
Well, we bounced' on that job, feel
ing very nuich out of jtlace since
we didn’t have a baby in our arms,
and pulled up a stone bench to re
lax for the next thirty miles.
“The bus in G’boro had only 150
people on it when it pulled in so
about no more Carolina l)oys piled
on. That bus would have made a
sardine feel like a frontiersman.
About two miles out someone fainted
and undoubtedly you know who it
was. I tried to tell the fellow next
to me to pull the string and stop
the bus but it was just at that
time that someone else was inhaling
and I couldn’t get enough air to
speak. About fifteen miles ater I
woke up with my head' fioi)ping in
the breeze outside the door. Of
course, it was nite and everything
was supposed to be black, so I
was all right until somebody lit
a weed and I couldn’t even see
the light on his match. In Burling
ton we decided to make sure the
bus was loaded so 2.') more people
got on. At that stage it really
did'n’t matter so I just quietly passed
out again and remained the same
till we blew in here. Upon stepping
off* of the bus 1 took out mv lucky
bullet, swore at it and threw it
it as far away as possilile—portrait
of a wartime bus ride.
Love, Bob.”
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Thurs. Fri. Sat. “A Guy Named Joe”
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Thurs. Fri. Sat. “ liosie the Riveter”
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W'ed. Thurs. “No Time for Love”
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MUSIC NOTES
(Continued from Pago I)
and required the use of a mute,
while the CAPRICCIE'I’TO was a
gay, frolicking number. Two num
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by Louise Taylor, and we obtain
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Ella Lou Taylor presented two very
unusual numbers for voice. The
poems, KISS OF THE FOG and A
MEKMAID’8 DAY, are by Don
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to music very effectively. The con
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preludes for piano, illSTERIOSO
and MASTASO which were played
by Margaret Winstead.
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