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Assistant Editor ...
Mary Louise Khodes
Nell Jane (infi'in
Mary Ellen Byrd
Effie Kuth Wa.xwell
Miss Jess Byrd
Staff; Mary Lucy Baynes, Margaret Bullock,
Martha Boatwright, Anne Brown, Adele Chnse, Rosa
lind Clark, Mary Coon«, Margery Craig, Evelyn Davis,
Nell Denning, Adair Evans, Marianne Everett, Gene
vieve Frasier, Mary Frances Garrou, Elizabeth Gudger,
Sarah Hege, Martha Lou Heitman, Nancy Jane Hel-
sabeck, Nancy Ilyatt, Janeft Johnston, Frances Law,
Senora Lindsey, Katherine Manning, Marjorie Martin
Sarah Merritt, Marguerite Mullin, Jane Mulhollem,
Mary Alice Neilson, Coit Redfearn, Doris Schaum,
Katherine Schwalbe, Nancy Stone, Virtie Stroup.
Margaret Styers, Helen TTiomas, Normie Tomlin, P>»r
Business Manager . Betty Monrr
Ass’t. Business Manager Lib Beckwith
Advertising Mrinager Emily Harris
Circulation Manager Dorothy Langdon
Advertising Staff; Aileen Seville, Betty Dunning,
Betty Harris, Slary Gordon Walters, S^ra Lee Bran
don, Marion L. Hall, Nancy Kenny, Jacqne Dash,
Betsy Thomas, Caroline Hill, Kitty Angelo, Kathleen
Phillips, Katy Bly Love, Juanita Miller, Mary Charles
Watson, Phyllis Hill, Snookie Willis, Frances Elder,
Norma Rhodes, Mildred Garrison.
Jean Hodges,, Edith Longest, Ruth Maxwell, Bar
bara Watkins, Margaret Huckabee, Catherine Bunn
Rosamond Putzel, Martha Lou Heitman, Margaret
Bullock, Helen Robins Betsy Stafford.
The Editor’s Exit
The departins? editor usually has a few
last words in which she givps credit wVipvp
credit is due and sums up the attempts of
a year’s w-orV.
When we accepted the job of editing w'eekly
a newspaper “of, by and for” the students
of Salem College, w'e realized that even under
normal conditions the task %vas a great one,
but that with the added strain that war brings
—when responsibility becomes lax and other
interests of seemingly more importance in
terfere—the work w'ould be more tedious—
Yet knowing all this, w'e took the chance.
At times the going did seem tough, t)ut we
have tried to maintain the Salemite’s tradi
tions, keeping the good name and reputa
tion of the college alw'ays at heart.
We admit that being a wartime editor has
not been all fun, but there have been com
pensations and some interesting experiences.
To those “faithful few” of the staff who
have stood loyally by us and to our advisor
we would give our first thanks. To our com
petent business staff who have kept ads “up
to our ears” (literally) anfl to friends who
have encouraged and inspired through their
criticism we are indebted. Last, but not least
to the printers—in spite of the anxiety they
caused us by moving their shop right in the
midst of the year—we are grateful* for their
never-failing sense of humor that sustained
us those crucial moments before the deadline.
Then to our successor, and her staff we wish
the best of luck for the coming year.
And finally w'e bid you a fond farewell.
Mary Louise Rhodes, editor
Early Morning Worship
is A Source Of Strength
Somehow, during these days of 1944 w'hich
are at once so glowingly beautiful, and at
the same time so filled with hatred, destruc
tion, and insecurity, there is an instinctive
urge in us all to turn to One who is wise, merci
ful, and all-powerful. The early morning ser
vices w-hich take place in the Home Church
provide a means by which we may silently
pay tribute to our God, and ask Him for
Only those w^ho have been to these services
can know the quiet strength which they lend
to one. The singing of a hymn, the scripture
reading by Dr. Rondthaler, Dr. Anscombe or
Mr. Weinland, the music provided by Jane
Frazier, Norma Rhodes, J^lla Lou Taylor, and
Juanita Miller, and the playing of the organ
by Margery Craig or Jo McLauchlin make
the meeting both simple and impressive.
We wish to thank these participants for
making the service possible; and to those who
feel they need a source of beauty and of in
ner strength, to those w'ho wish to pay tri
bute to God, we suggest that you attend these
Betw'een the day and night there is a pause
When w'aiting dai'k starts slowly to descend,
And golden light reluctantly withdraws;
Tbeii' glories merge and into shadows blend.
Then changing liquid color fills the sky
Each fragile cloud to burn and then caress
As though the misty sliape to purify,'
And then adorn in new and glowing dress,
la this soft houi-, this transitory time.
My thoughts leave reason, w'andering to
Suggested by a shadow pantomime:
Jly earthboiind thoughts l)ecome sw^eet drift
l!i vain 1 seize this moment, hold it fast!
It fades! my time of reverie is past.
Don’t ^ote Me.... But—
If it rnins tomorrow so help us we will die . . . just pass right
out. Ah, Love . . . all year we have waited for this ... all you wlio
were overlooked this year—spruce up^ who knows—mavbe another
What a life ... wo mis quoted Shakespeare! Yes mam—^remember
them ‘■‘ravHed sleeves of care” well, it ’pears they ain’t ‘‘sleeves”
at all . . . tlicy are “sleav'es” (and we know it’s singular. Dr. Willoughby,
but it just sounds better like that) Speaking of mistakes the Journal
ha'I a bee-utiful “hisself” yesterday morning.
Remember the, Gingham Tavern? It rated about two inches in the
‘National Magazine of Home Economic Student Clubs.” Not bad,
:iot bad at all. It came under “College Program Tips” and was by
far the most original congrats to those who deserve the credit.
About the little freshman who goes around with her “old planta
tion talk” . . . she was in a play over at the high school and five
women rushed back stage to hire her before they realized she belonged
with the College—in the S-G.
Speaking of Stee Gee—well, Lucy, you’ve been a swell president—
need we say more ... '
Oh, say, we hear the Juniors really had fun with their “little
sisters” last Friday—’cept they felt them extra years . . . oh, the creaky
bones . . . Freshmen waited on their “big sisters” like no little sister
ever did before. Some fun . . . the Sophomores just plain flatly re
fused, after having been begged upon bended knee, to return the
courtesy . . .
By the way, what did you think of Jan Peerce? We, jwrsonally,
take Edward Weeks . . .
Our sympathies again to Miss Stockton . . . she has the mumps . . ■
May we also remind all of you of Mom’s Day which is only a
week from this Sunday—May 14, to be exact. Be dutiful daughter’s
and don’t dare forget. ... ^
Y'ou haven’t lived until you have been in one of Mrs. Marks’
art classes . . . golly ... we go into everything froni who started R.
J. Reynolds to butter rationing ... it so happened that butter was
rationed over here so that we could send a bunch of ships loaded
with it to some African tribes. Them poor Africans went about getting
their vitamins the hard way—by rubbing it on their heads and using
it it as cold cream—ain’t life absolutely wonderful!
Do quote me: we’re making the bandages you like now—four by
fours—in the Surgical Dressings Room. Our quota for May is six thousand.
El Dia de Mayo
Manana laa senoritas de Salem celebrdran el dia de Mayo. A las
ochas y diez de la manana un grupo congregara debajo de los arboles
del campus interior para un servicio devoto. El seiior doctor Kondthaler
Por la tarde, a las cinco y m^dia, se presentara un espectft culo
llamado “La Novia Baratada,” escrito por elcheco Smetana. Se escogi6
el tema checoeslovaco porque los checos empezaron la celebraeifin original
del dia de Mayo. Se dice que a unos checos que estan en los Estados
Unidos los han invitado a asistir a la celebracifin manano a Salem.
La culminaci6n de las alegrias sera un baile en honor de la reina,
Leila Sullivan, y su corte.
Muchas familias y muchos amigos de las estudiantes de Salem
vendr4n a asistir a la fiesta. Todo el mundo estd muy animado y rezan
que nr llue>'a.
Ifec'ic Last-Minute Rehearsals
Feature May Pay Preparations
“But w'hat if it I'ains?”
■‘Rains? RAIN! It can’t rain!”
Tomorrow is May Day. Tomori'ow the Queen
will he awakened by the singing of the May
Day Carol . . . and every other senior will, lie
listening with great pretentions. Tomorrow
the day will drag and classes will seem longer.
Yet somehow^ the time will finally reach 5:30
and then things will begin to happen. The
dale will he overflowing with people and aim
less chatter. Kids will be sitting cross-legged
hi the lilies and stating wide-eyed at the Queen
—for all they' know' she is a real queen and
will live hai)pily ever after. And the Queen?
Well, her heart will be beating a little faster
and she will be happy and very proul. Every
girl on the court will be happy and proud.
“Heh, Stonie, the vic’s stuck!”
“Ooooooh . . . ’’
Tomori-ow will be May Day. Stonie will
be rushing about the campus in frantic rages,
gathering up the last bits of the costumes and
props. She will be excited . . . nervous—every
thing must go off right. The mikes will be
all right . . . Mr. Lee will see to that. If only
the dancers keep the circles T'ound—but they
will! Tliey must! Of course they will, Stonie.
The whole May Day will be perfect . . . forty-
five minutes of the best May Day' ever. Yes,
in forty-five minutes a wiiole year’s w'ork
will be over. Scripts will be thi'own to the
four winds. Costumes will l)e yanked off and
tucked aw'ay on fifth floor Main until next
May. All the pi’actices at 5:00 sharp will be
forgotte?)—and the dancers will no longer
worry about round circles. A whole year’s
work over in forty-five minutes—a great re
lief .. . and yet i)ei haps just a tinge of sadness.
If you glance over your shoulder some minutes
after six you will see the dale frightfully em
pty . . . grass all mashed dow'n—paths tram
pled—hut in a few' days it will take it’s hands
from before its face and settle back into the
silent life of nature . . . peaceful . . . until
Filth Column Reporting;
Things are really buzzing these days, with
May Day around the corner but we can’t
tell you too much as we have to leave some
thing for next wreck’s roving reporter to scoop!
Prom the sound of things, we can expect a
record crow'd, with everybodies’ Joes, Mam
mas, Pappas, and Aunt Tillies floating around.
Now W’e will have a one minute silent prayer
dedicated to the weather man. But alas, girls,
don’t worry, for remember Salem’s slogan:
It just DOESN’T rain on May Day!
Last week-end, if you were one of the un
fortunate mortals who had to stay here, you
could hardly recognize the dear old Alma
Mater. Oarj^lina, Duke, Davidson lattrateted
a large number of girls, and those that did
stay here, had loads of company, and we must
comment, the guests were really a cute bunch.
” e looked more like pre-w'ar Salem for a
Those that didn’t go prom-trotting went
or elsewhere Marie and Crowell went
to Marion to welcome home a veteran of the
Pacific; Gudge went to Sweetbriar, Sans lug
gage (by mistake of course) Pink went to Salis
bury, Jenny went home, and so did some
others. The rest of us went to sleep!
Our athletic abilities were further exceller-
ated at the horse show Sat. afternoon, and
congratulations go to Mary Alderson, Martha
Lou and the others who rated prizes.
You all of course saw the Table of Honor
m the dming room the other night: Mother
Strong, Julia Boaze, and Mariorie plus three
handsome males. Seeing men under fifty in
the dining room» really did raise our morale,
and made the stew taste ever so much better.
Flash . . . three ex-Salemites have arrived
from the North, Avis, Veda, and Alyce. Wel
come back, girls.
The sick list is constantly changing these
days. It s good to see Peggy 'Nimocks back
sans measles . . . and Doris Swann without
mumps (these “childhood” illnesses! . but
we were sorry to hear that Treva Miller has
to miss May Day (and quite a bit of scliool-
work, incidently) because of a misbehaving
Well, we’ll have to leave the rest of the
nei\'s for next week. Watch out for the poison
ivey, and have a grand time at May Day, and
remember. IT DOESN’T RAIN ON MAY DAY