Page Two. THE SALEMITE Sept. 29, 1944. ^alemite Published Weekly By The Student Body I Of Salem College Member Southern Intcr-Collegiate' Press Association SUBSCRIPTION PiriCK - $2. A YEAK - 10c A COPY MPAMBNTBD FOR NATIONAL ADV«»»TIB!N« BT National Advertising Service, Inc. CoUegt PHblhhers Repretentathe 420 Madison Ave. new York. N.I& CmCAttO ■ BOITOH • Lot AMKLIt * S*« fSAKlMa EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Editor-in-Chief ^fary Ellen Byrd Assistant Editor Effie Ruth Maxwell Associate Editor Hazel Watts Sports Editor Mary Lucy Baynes Music Editor .Tune Reid Copy Editor - Helen MacMillan Make-up-Editor Virtie Stroup Faculty Advisor Miss .tos Byrd CIRCULATION STAFF Peggy Davis, Martha Walton, Ann Hairston, Eliza beth Reimers, Abby McCormick, Nancy MoColl, Dodie Bayley, Kathleen Phillips, Agnes Bowers, Doris Little, Mary Farmer Brantley, Greta Garth, and Catherine Bunn. BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Emily Harris Business Manager Mildred Grarison Circulation Manager Betsv Thomas Advertising Manager Betsy Long, Doris Little, Marianne Everett, Kathleen Phillii)s, Martha Walton, Sheffield Liles, Lomie Low Mills, Margaret Brown, Martha Harrison, Winifred Wall, and Mary Farmer Brantley. This jiaper was asstnubled with the help of: Sonora Lindsey, Frances Law, Rosamond I^utzell, Martha Boatwright, Helen Thomas, Abby McCormick, Nell Griffin, Connie Scoggin, Sara Clarks, Lois Wooten, Janet Johnston, Mary Styres, Coit Redfearn, Bernice Punn, Maria Hicks, Jane Bell, Lucile Newman, Jane Lovelaci?, Lynn Willard, and Peggy Davis. Oh Horrors! “Did ] hear a shriek or was that a moan? It must already be the sophomores on the roam. ” 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! —A Freshman Politics 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 was speaking. 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 mob. We were frankly disappointed. Republicans were ashamed of their party; Democrats were ashamed of theirs. The whole election campaign, we decided, was disgusting. 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 sagacious faculty). 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 memories. 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 possible. —L. W. F(WICTORY BUY UNITED States yfAR BONDS AND STAMPS “Till Johnny Conies Marching Home ...” 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! —A. b. 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. —Staff MY PROFESSION 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! —Rosemary Cleveland

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