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THE SALEMITE
Nov. 3. 1944.
Editor Announces Junior Papers
It has been a practice of tlie past few years y ^
for -certain juniors of the Salemite staff to edit J_yOTl t
a paper without the help of the senior editors.
Until this year, the junior papers have been
published in the second semester. This year,
however, because the seniors are practice teach
ing, it seems l)est for the juniors to edit their
papers during the first semester. Ihe next
three issues of the Salemite, therefore, will be
supervised by Effie Ruth Maxwell, Helen Mac
Millan, and Senora Linsey.
We have begun, we feel, a fine year with the
paper. So far the co-operation and interest
shown have been highly gratifying. We leave
the paper for three weeks a little regretfully,
but,we await the next issues with confidence
and expectation.
—The Editor
Red Cross Wori( Is Praised
You came, you saw, you conquered! es,
girls, we DID make the Red Cross Quota for
October. But the deadline riish was very hectic!
Forty-five trained supervisors did a wonder
ful job, and were all very generous about do
nating their time. We feel, however, that it
is not up to the Supervisors to make the band
ages. The quota is alloted to us from head
quarters in proportion to the size of the stu
dent body. Every one should and must co
operate.
In Octolier our quota was 7500. The Red
Cross Room opened on October 9th, and the
7500 quota was finished in three weeks. Our
November quota is 10,000 bandages. We can,
we must, and we WILL make the quota!
You’ve done a grand job, girls, this month.
Continue the good work, and be sure to avoid
the deadline rush! Come down to the Red
Cross Room SOON! “WE’VE DONE IT BE
FORE AND WE CAN DO IT AO AIN!”
—Adele Chase
SONNET WRITTEN IN A
MORAVIAN CHURCHYARD
Each marble square its mystery holds for me,
As row on row they stretch before eye.
Each bird a message chirps but know to Thee,
As weary hearts for one clear sign do sigh.
That lofty spruce that hangs low o’er my head.
Has seen more heartbreak than my mortal gaze;
Has watched God draw his children to their bed
And veil the world beyond in heaven’s haze.
That archway with its message from above,
“I am the resurrection and the life,”
Can teach us more of mercy and of love
Than all that ever issued forth from strife.
Here dwells not sadness but a world of peace,
Where God has taken up each earthly lease.
—Lois Wooten
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EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT
Editor-in-Chief v Mary Ellen Byrd
Assistant Editor Effie Ruth Maxwell
Associate Editor Hazel Watts
Sports Editor Mary Lucy Baynes
Music Editor June Reid
Copy Editor Helen McMillan
Make-up-Editor Virtie Stroup
Feature Editor Marguerite Mullin
Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd
Senora Lindsey, Frances Law, Martha Boatwright,
Helen Thomas, Bernice Bunn, Catherine Bunn, Jane
Mulhellem, Coit Redfearn, Adele Chase, Janet John
ston, Rosalind Clark, Genevieve Frasier, Margaret
Styres, Lynn Williard, Lueile Newman, Rosamond Put-
zei, Peggy Taylor, Margaret Fisher, Constance Scog
gins, Maria Hicks, Rebecca Clapp, Jane Calkins, Jane
Bell, Peggy Davis, Sheffield Liles, Lois Wootefn, Mar
garet Williams, Sarah Hege, Nell Jane Griffin, Jane
Lovelace, and Martha Lou Heitman.
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Emily Harris Business Manager
Mildred Grarison Circulation Manager
Betsy Thomas , Advertising Manager
Betsy Long, Doris Littl(?, Marianne Everett,
Kathleen Phillips, Martha Walton, Sheffield Liles,
Lomie Lou Mills, Margaret Brown, Martha Harrison,
Winifred Wall, Mary Farmer Brantley, Nancy Hills
Davis, Margaret Nichols, Mary Ftances McNeely,
Margaret- Carter, Betty Hennessee, Mollie Cameron,
Norma Rhoades, Mary Stevens, Marion Waters, Sally
Bosewell, Carol Beckwith, Edith Longest, Ellie Rodd,
Ann Hairston, Mary Eliz^bejth Reimers, Barbara
Watkins, Margaret West, Dodie Bayley, Agnes Bowers,
Greta Garth, Catherine Bunn, Leslie Bullard, Emma
Mitchell, and Henrietta Walton.
Well, we’re back . . . didn’t say how—just—made a simple state
ment. Let’s romp back now a week or so and tie up all them loose
ends. Course you missed us! Mr. Curlee, bless him, openly admitted
it . . . then, like all good little mathematicians, had to prove his
point—which slam we just refuse to publish . . . Grand! we were'heaved
out by Dewey and Roosevelt. Ain’t elections glorious though! . . .
Caesar! . . . did you ever live through such a week as the past?
■ We were definitely under the weather ... so busy were we persuing
facts about them rambunctious Greeks that when Dr. Anscombe sprang
that nasty pop all we could coaxe fourth from the grey matter was
Hippochus who was somebody’s son who was murdered anyway—
so what possible good could that do us? . . . Ye gods . . . and then
JSIr. T^sh put oji the curse and the vengeance wiped, we hope, cleaned
hi.s soul!
Hovering about the gloomy corners, which we were coerced in
to, were a few bright flames. Ensign Moore supplied the light for one
■sucli . . . seemed like old times to have her back—If that’s what
the Navy does for you, lead us on, golly . . .
Then there was Dr. Rondthaler who turned up with Theodosia right
when we needed something like that most ... It is our modest opinion
that the chapel committee are really doing themselves proud this
year. Add to this Miss Chase and we find that perhaps it wasn’t such
a bad week after all. . .
At this point it behooves us to thank Miss Bonney who has been
gracious enough to put her phone in the hallway that we poor seniors
—sans—nickels may use it .. . Miss Bonney, we love you . . . the
only regret we have is that your line doesn’t reach up to the Day
Students Bldg.—where some of our seemingly essential and modern
conveniences are so definetily lacking . . .
Also our “old and grey” hearts were lifted by our first ac-
quaintence of the very intelligent and beautiful Libby .1. . . . She was
not in the least impressed by our presence and only once did she
condescend to open her eyes arid bestow a glance thereon . . . She made
her entrance and exit with the grace and charm of a true actress.
After vocalizing a bit, Libby .T. Yawned nonchanlantly and cuddled
down to linger over the memories of her two gentlemen callers—
John, 4, and Wilson, 2, Curlee . . . Far be it from us to blame her—
for is it everyday that one is paid a visit by two such handsome little
men? (as for us we are hereby leaving to bribe the wizard into de
ducting about' 15 yrs. from the age . . . that John is right after our
own hearts!) Libby left Sunday to take up housekeeping for her grand
mother and granddad in Greensboro but we hope it won’t be too long
before we see her again.
While we are in the Baby Dept, we must ask, have you seen the
“Little Reverend” lately? He is practically a grown young man!
Even at this early date, he can expound quietly vigorously and has
a great love for flowers, especially if they are in his daddy’s button
hole . . . This younger generation—and why, please, weren’t we among
it?
And now we must polish off with haste the more reient events
. . . that poor, poor boy . . . after fighting for his country he should
come back to tRis . . . ain’t we ever gonna get civilized?
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What we definitely love is Dean Vardell’s admiration for Moe Lart
—even to the point of quoting . . . “Nothing is more soothing after a
moirder then Beethoven’s Foist.” . . . Here, too, congrats are in store
. . . for what we don’t know except that he went to Washington—
—ahd got back alive. . . .
There is absolutely no reason for us to expound on the bewitched
state in which Emily Kimbrough held- us . . . She completely took
us out of .self—a feat very, very rarely accomplished ...
And so, after having tortured you thus far, dear Reader, we should
stop; but, no — in our goulish make-up- there lies uncontrollable de
sire to introduce you to the charming Sir Twitch um nose and tail—
who is residing in the base of the mother palm—With these kind
words, we leave you now . . . Do you, too, miss the Chamber Music
Society of Lower Basin Street? ...
Petition to Legislative Board
A petition has goiie to the legislative board
of the Student Government seeking to require
any girl who runs for “Stee-Gee” President
to have served at least one term on the execu
tive or judicial boards previously.
There are about four juniors on the executive
board. On the judicial board there are three
juniors besides the four who are on the exe
cutive board and, therefore, automatically on
the judicial. This makes a total of about seven
girls made eligible in their junior year to run
for “Stee-Gee” President. Since the Junior
class has more representatives than the Fresh
man and Sophomore classes, it is evident th^lt
the number of girls able to run would be
very limited if this petition is passed.
In the freshman, sophomore, and junior
years, major offices are filled Jirst. Class rep-
resent(itives to ‘filll org-jtinizatidjis, including
Student Government, are chosen last. The
girls who hold important jobs are naturally
regarded as those girls most capable of filling
responsible positions in the senior year.
If a girl has the potentialities of a “Stee-
Gee” President, should .she be excluded from
this office because she has not served on the
judicial or execi^tive hbardj? before ? Is it
not possible that the real worth and ability
of a girl who is not political-minded lie un
discovered until her junior year—too late to
make her a member of the judicial or execu
tive boards? Do we have to “train” a girl to
have good judgement? Are the workings of
these boards so secretive that they would baffle
a new president ? If they are, then something is
lacking in the association itself or in the way
it is administered.
DEAR EDITOR:
/
I am a 2” by 2” bandage. I first began as
a member of a group forming one huge piece
of gauze. Then I was cut away from my friends
and I became independent. With other of my
friends I was packed and sent to towns, houses,
cities, schools—just everywhere. I was in one
of the lucky, packages. I came to Salem. But
then maybe I wasn’t so lucky. You be the
judge and listen to my story.
We, the packages of gauze, were quite proud
of the honor of coming to Salem College to
be made into a bandage. Our packages were
placed in the cabinet inside the Salem Red
Cross Room. About eight times a. day the
closet doors were opened! Each time we saw
daylight, we hoped this was our chance to
become a bandage instead of a gauze. Y’ou see
we have hearts and souls, too, and we want
to do our part in this war. We wanted to be
made by young, sure hands. Hands that had
numerous things to do—hands with polish—
hands with burns—hands with knowledge. One
of our lucky friends was called into the service
of our country. He is now a bandage. He has
the chance to help that Marine pull thru,
that G. I. Joe to see again, and that sailor to
walk again. But here—here I am still a gauze.
Maybe I could have been the shining ray for
some G. I. Jim. I wonder if I will ever have
a chance to be sent to the aid of a young
American.
AfUJi*Uei C6/pi*i04^
Asisti6 Vd. al baile el sabado por la noche? Evidentemente todos
se divirtieron mucho. Todas las senoritas eran muy lindas en el vestido
largo. Pero, !oh! !Aquellos hombres! Habi& muchos y de veras, eran muy
guapos. !Era una experiencia rara y prodigiosa, la de ver otra vez un
hombre!
Los arboles se estdn cambiando en masas de color ahora, y son muy
hermosos. Es un gran placer mirarlos. Si cualquiera quiere saber por
que las hojas se adornan con todos aquellos colores dis tintos, que vaya
a la clase de bo'tfinica y estudie los misterios decarotin y xantofil.
Adi6s, senoritas! Estudien Vds. mucho pero no se olviden de que
el cuarto de la Cruz Roja las necesita.
FCWICTORY
BUY
UNITED
STATES
WAR
BONDS
AND
STAMPS