Sept. 29, 1944.
Published Weekly By The Student Body
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“Did ] hear a shriek or was that a moan?
It must already be the sophomores on the
The girls have gathered here again at Salem
for another glorious year—the old girls with
all their natural charms and the freshmen with
their sophistication. This year, I believe, the
sophomores decided that they were the ones
to do away with some of this sophistication.
I can’t say the sophomores look upon this as
a job to do. They can hardly h#)ld back the
giggles when some ridiculous looking fresh
man stumbles over one of the so called, “hu
man frogs.” I have heard there was one cer
tain day for this. Which day is it?
0. k. girls, lets all have our fun, freshmen
and sophomores alike. I know that several
freshmen haven’t been good sports, but from
now on we’ll keep our end of the bargin if the
sophomores will keep their’s. Let us get up our
work and then we’ll entertain you. 1 jet’s keep
it in fun!
All radios on our hall were on at full blast.
From them came a deafening screaming, whist
ling, and shouting. The uproar would rise,
then die down, only to blare forth with in
creased shrillness; Was Sinatra on? It was time
for the Saturday night “Hit Parade.”
Wandering into a room full of girls huddled
around the radio, we a.sked, “Is that Frankie?”
“It’s Frankie, all right,” came the answer.
“Frankie, the gfeat white father.” Roosevelt
At last the maddening noise had subsided and
the President was speaking.
“My opponent has said so-and-so. His party
has never done any better.”
At this point there was more of the scream
ing and shouting ...
Several nights later, girls crowded around
another bursting radio.
“What’s going on?” .we asked.
‘ ‘ Dewey speaking. ’ ’’
“My opponent has resorted to mud-slinging,”
the candidate w^as saying, “but it is my in
tention not to stoop to such methods. I will
not call him a liar, but what he said was not
true” . . . Shrills of applause. . . .
We were disgusted, not over one speech, but
equally over both. We had, held our candidates
above staging a swoon show for an hysterical
We were frankly disappointed. Republicans
were ashamed of their party; Democrats were
ashamed of theirs.
The whole election campaign, we decided,
Maybe so—b.ut we can remember elections at
Salem when, figuratively speaking, there was
just as much swooning and nor nse. It might
be well to keep this in mi^^^^ere will al
ways be another spring.
M. E. B.
Don’t Quote Me—Biit....
What, if you please, could you quote? We have seen nothing but
assignments since last Friday . . . about now wo figure that we have
not only made up that lost week but have passed it by at least two
more—little beavers that we are!!! (with, of course, the help of our
Leave us turn to the “We Done Tol’ You So” dop’t. . . .You see,
little P’reshman? Yes mam, them pugnacious Sophs are hazing all
ready . . . hummmmmmmm . . . We now leave the subject open to dis
cussion. . . .
Indeed you haven’t lived until you’ve had a lecture class with
Miss Kark ... At first it’s great fun to feast one’s ear on accent,
but when one takes one’s pen in hand and proceeds to take notes, oh
my little sisters, that is incredible! It goes something like this . . .
Miss K. begins in very broad English, "And then in this period we
find color on the pottery and some gloss used” . . . (gloss? . . .
gloss!) . . . hummmmmm Us puzzled “Gloss, Mis Karkt” . . . “No,
not gloss” . . . Us puzzled-— M. K. in desperation, “Glass . . .
glass” . . . “Oh.” We slide two more slijys down into our seat and
wish that Dr. P. V. had broadened up her “a’s” a bit and prepared
us for times like these . . . and we be English majors . . . golly . . .
Then poor time bestraggled Seniors . . . not the sharp gay—things
of yesteryear . . . oh, no . . . Two assemblies of a sittin’ on that
stage and still the left line of the procession swings when the right
line sways . . . It’s a mystery to me just when they’re supposed to
swing-n-sway off the stage and a mystery, I dare say, to our ladies
. . . After some discussion—which carried us safely through the first
verse—they were off . . . well most of them were off . . . some few stayed
to finish the singing proper . . . gad! diversion, it’s wonderful . . .
Ay yi yi, the night has sliped into day again, and here we sit
a pounding on this ancient Underwood just as if there were no Milton
tomorrow . . . which reminds me to beg all of you pretty things
to see if, by chance, you have in your company a blue copy of
Milton’s Poetical Works . . . That man! Only the gods can keep
up with my John ... if you know where he is, please let us know,
for we miss him something awful . . . even if he is hard to get along
with . . . yiwfl . . . hummm . . . good night, children. . . .
Saludos! Nuevas estudiantes. El campus del colegio de Sklem suena
de nuevp con aetividad. Nos place estar aqui y sobre todo nos alegramos
de verlas a todas nuestras amigas. Creemos que no hay ninguna eacuela
que pueda ser igual a Salem y esperamos que a todas las nuevas estudiantes
les guste este lugar como a nosotros. Las muchachas vienen de varias
partes de los Estados Unidos, pero el espiritu de Salem nos juntara
pronto. Aunque ahora tenemos que trabajar todos los'' dias, pronto
hara tiempo para divertirnos, y queremos invitar a asistir al club
espaiiol a todas las personas que tienen interes en el idioma. Esperamos
que este ano sea productivo para ustedes y que a ustedes les guste
este campus. Tenemos mucho gusto en tenerlas a ustedes aqui eon nosotrosa.
Toward Another Date Room
This editorial may seem repetitious to the
old Salemites, but I feel that the age-old
problem of the “smokehouses” should be im
pressed upon all new students and repeated
for the benefit of old students with short
We are constantly complaining of the short
age of suitable places to entertain dates. The
possibility of adding the club dining room
to the present inadequate list of date rooms
was i-aised last year. We were justly informed
that until we learned to take proper care of
the campus living rooms at our disposal, there
was little hope that we could expect a new en-
tei-tainment room. Until we learn to be con
siderate of the efforts of both students and
faculty members who have spoken in our be
half w'hen the problem of new privileges arose,
are being very presumptuous when we
expect them to defend our cause again.
A note of praise is due to those who have
done more than their part to impress the stu
dent body with the importance of keeping our
smoking rooms clean. These rooms have im
proved a great deal this year, but we are
still far from our goal. If we will keep the an
cient saying “As ye sow, so shall ye reap”
before us, we will all be more careful about
(;arelessly scattering our belongings through
out the various smokehouses. As most of us
spend a great deal of our time in the campus
living rooms, especially Clewell, it is to our
own advantage to keep these places as neat as
“Till Johnny Conies Marching
In December the United States will enter its
fourth year of war. Not one of us has lived in
oblivion the past three years. Do we know there
is a war going on? Sure we do . . . three pairs
of shoes a year, less butter on the table, ex
tinction of “pleasure driving,” not to men
tion the drastic man shortage everywhere! But
thesethings are much too trivial to be called
hardships. The real war hardships haven’t even
touched us here on the home front.
Here at college we live in a little secluded
world of ou^ own. Our job for the duration is
that of acquiring an education. But we must
do a double job if we want this war to come
to a speedy end.
At Salem there is an opportunity for every
girl to do her part in war work. Red Cross
Surgical Dressings, knitting, sewing, camp and
hospital work, home nureing, first aid, and
U. S. 0. are only a few activities sponsored by
your War Activities Council.
We college women must enlist now, so that
we won’t be drafted later!
The column “Letters from the Service”
appears in this issue for the second tim4.
Let us hear how you like it. If you' find
it interesting and like to read it, we shall
continue the column. We would like to have
any letters of special interest which you have
received from friends in the service. All per
sonal material will be excluded, and names
will not be used without permission. Please
bring all contributions to our office or give
them to a staff member.
I am not a famous doctor
Who performs fine operations;
I have no interest in the plan
To form a league of nations.
I’m not judge in a court
Who puts the criminal in the jail
I’m not a helpful, quiet nurse
AVho stops the baby’s wail.
I’m not a teacher or a lawyer.
Although they’re vei'y fine—
To become a noted scientist
1 never found the time.
My profession is not great or grand,
So you would never know it;
But you’ll read this verse and find
I just try to be a poet!