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Page Two. THE SALEMITE Oct. 11, 1946. QlcuKLfl QUati OPERA NEWS: The 1946-47 season is due to open Monday, November 11, and last ’til March 15 . . . good news for all us radio fans . . . the first radio performance will he No vember 16. On the schedule for us to hear are AIDA. CARMEN, TRAVIATA, HANSEL AND GRETEL, BORIS GODUNOFP, and DER ROSENKAVALIER . . . Something to break the monotony of the week: tlie Boston Symphonj^ is doing a broad cast every Tuesday night at 9:30—a change from the Saturday of last season—this week it was Brahms’ THIRD . . . Koussevitzky with the baton . . . nice! The very famous British lady pianist, Jlyra Hess, is scheduled to give her first American recital since 1938 in Town Hall, N. Y. C. (Would that Winston had a “Town Hall”!) . . . four days later she will appear with the National Symphony Orchestra in Washington T’isn’t music news, but for all you Sherlock Holmes devotees—he’fe l)ack on Saturday nights from 9:30 til 10:00 . . . Tom Conway in the lead this year . . . we’ll miss Busil Rathbone! Nathan Milstein has a “new” violin. A Stradi- varius known as the “Ex-Goldman” . . . dates back to 1716 . . . new, did he say? Speaking of violins . . . Mr. Lerch, of the Music Depart ment, string division—is scheduled for a recital around the 20th of this month . . . “If you don’t like modern music, don’t come,” he warns, so we’ll all be there with bells on! Probably Dr. Vardell has heard this one, but it’s just too good not to quote. Told by another of our new music faculty-teacher Louise Wood:'“A man suffering from a chronic nervous condition went to the doctor. The doctor said: “The only thing that’s wrong with you is that you love the bottle too w'ell.” J\lan: ‘Gosii, doc, can’t you find anything else wrong with me? I can’t go home and tell my wife that!’ Doctoi': ‘Tell her you’re suffer ing from a bad case of syncopation, then.’ So he told her that. The wife, not satisfied with his explanation, looked up ‘syncopation’ in the dictionary. Here is what she found: ‘An irregular movement from bar to bar.”—Ha! If you don’t catch ask Miss Cash. By Sue Moore Maybe this cool October and all the leaves beginning to swish around and bright sun and steady intake of autumn air and the county fair all add up have j"ou ever watched a child smeared with cotton candy dizzy with the sweetness of candy coated apple intoxicated by the whirl of ferris wheel and absolutely bug eyed at the hoarse voiced barker and his hula friends a child full of wonder and admiration for the carny world full of huge longing' for fistfuls of tickets or a magic golden pass a child with courage to ride the roll-o-plane to scream and touch the ground once more with wobbly feet and now cotton'candy in hair on face and out through the gate and home bath bed and dreams of the carny the tattooed man the merry-go-round music and then tomorrow familiar every day over and ever magic of carny world lost in every day deal. ?^t)e ^alemitc Published every Friday of tlie College year by the Student body of Salem College Member Southern Inter-Collegiate Press Subiicription Price—$2.00 a year—»10e a copy OFFICES Alice Clewell Building-Basement Downtown Office—304-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT L.-ditor-in-Chief Martha Boatwright Associate Editor ‘'^irtie Stroup Assistant Editor Rebecca Clap Assistant Kditor Peggy Davis Make-up Editor Martha Lou Heitman Copy Editor Peggy Gray Feature Editor Nancy Carlton Music Editor Margaret Fisher Sports Editor J^n Sullivan Cartoonist Margaret Raynal Typist Margaret Williams ' BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Business Manager Betsy Meiklejohn Assistant Business Manager Betsy Long Advertising Manager Jane Morris Assistant Advertising Manager Helen SpruiU Circulation Ruth Scott Padt atta By Rosamond Putzel Pounders’ Day. Reminds us again tliat this school has been here a long time. Did you know that they’ve had a school paper at i^alem since about 1880’ To enliven a dull afternoon, go over to the library and read some of the old copies. Among other items of in terest, you’ll find this advertisement: “Salem Female Academy, Salem, N. C. A home and high-class school for girls and young women; Government and discipline kindly but firm.—Eleven resident lady teachers constantly in charge.—No social distractions.” Certainly does sound genteel. There are other stories, too. One girl, or maybe it wa.s a young woman, lost her trunk on the mighty rough road from Lynch burg to Danville, fvnd found it six months later in Boston; those things do get around. And boxes from home were plentiful during the Christmas holidays, as an 1880 columnist noted; those were the days of the Golden Past when one came in September and stayed until June—with “no social distractions.” There was a letter printed in the Academy (maiden napie of the Salemite) from “Mrs. ex-President James K. Polk,” who, as you may have heard before, was numbered among our alumnae. Perhaps the part of the oldpapers that would interest you most is the joke column. They printed such items as these: “Home sweet home—a bee hive. Operators in wool-—moths. What sort of a timepiece is the Watch on the Rhine? That sympathy of Mendels sohn’s is a favorite of mine. Board of education—the blackboard.” Some of them you’ve probably heard in the last few years and thought they were new. To return to the present—. Were any of you as impressed by Dean Vardell’s poetic fancies as I was? For those who collect items of great American literature, I am printing it with lack of per mission from the author: I wandered one day by the murmuring tide With gloom in my heart and .a frown on my visage; And I pondered the youth of the groom and the bride, And I wondered if her age were equal to his age. For .she’s only sixteen, and she’s thin as a bean, And it’s really a shame—see what I mean? Oh, she ought to be locked in a convent all day. With the curtains pulled down and the key thrown away. I like that Byronic rhyme, “visage” and “his age”. And the w'hole thing sounds lovely to the tune of The Star-Spangled Banner. Try it. The seniors seem to be having a wonderful time w’ith their practice teaching. One young ge'ntleman at Reynolds asked Mildred Hughes for a date, and Margaret West had half the football team at Gray High chasing her down the hall. The primary teachers are be coming quite proficient in instructing the young; Ruth Hayes has already taught one little boy to blow his nose, but he forgot to use his handkerchief, and she had to giv^e him a “C” on the lesson. Have you heard the fable about the two little polecats? It seems Stinky Skunk gave his moll, Skrita Skunk, all his ill-gotten gains to keep for him until he got out of the zoo. When he made his break, he found Skrita hacl_ married someone else and spent all the money. Moral: never trust a woman with a scent. Scent, that is. It seems, with passing hurricanes to chill the air slightly, and the first dance of the year just around the corner, that autumn has finally arrived. This is the season when high school students—and some in colleges—ik'ritc themes on the beauty of the colorful leaves, when half the girls wear sweaters and the other half, ar still in cottons, when the most prevalent topic of conversation is the latest football score, “when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,” when it stays darker later in the mornings and it’s harder to get up sooner. Repeated remarks: “My evening dress is so tight I can’t wear it; I’ll have to go on a diet.” “What on earth are you going to study for the .six weeks’ test?” “Maybe Carolina is going to beat Duke this year—maybe.” “Anybody want to play bridge?” “I’ve got to teach all day tomorrow! I just can’t do it.” “I keep calling Mr. Lerch Mr. Lytch, Lr. Leach Mr. Lerch, and Miss Lytch Miss Leach.” And I might as well conclude with this excerpt from The New Yorker, for those of you who think it pays to increase your word power: “The brev'ity of latent addition, the requirement of spatial summation, the irreciprocity of conduction, the occurrence of direct inhibition and the duration of delay, which characterize synai>tic transmission, and the all-or-none response with subsequent refractoriness of the component neurons do all insure that the simple and discrete elementary signals are so related as to conform to a logical calculus of numerable, coexisting and sequential proposi tions. From this fact we can deduce the formal properties of cognition and conation in any nervous system that jwssesses receptors and controls effectors.” Editor’s comment: We can? Well, can w'e? PROe,R.E53 — 1940 1 liVUai %oe4. Ot M&cun? What does the 175th mean to^ you, Just a lot of nonsense and extra things to do? Then you haven’t caught the spirit w'hich has lived down through the ages. Nor I’ead the wondrous stories that are found on history’s pages. And you haven’t stopped to wonder why our founders settled here. Nor what it was to them was so very, very dear. It was a place of,brotherhood, of faith, and unity; A place of peace and progress, and opportunity. It was what they stood for, their very lives, their all— And so you see it’s something that’s not so veiy small. Tlie 175th is full of-spirit and tradition; And that spirit cannot live except on one con dition : That we present Salemites do our part for its survival. It is not dead, it’s permanent; it only needs revival. Our heritage is behind us, the future’s in our hands. A spirit true to Salem is all that it demands. Mary Elmore Finley Mif OfUttUut Miss Understanding is the lady who keeps men at one another’s throat. Misunderstand ing is the underlying cause of most of our social, political, and economical problems. When Hitler misunderstood his appetite, he got indigestion. Today, regarding world affairs, people mis understand each other too often. In the debate Monday evening, Mr. Duranty declared that we must try to understand the Russians. To understand the Russians who have such ex tremely different, social and political prac tices is very difficult for us, and our position is also misunderstood by the Russians. Regarding all our association with people we often refuse to understand one another. Understanding does not demand agreement; understanding demands the truth. But among the conflicting opinions about Russia, where is one to find the truth? - Sam Pruett ^^iie l/fo44/i C(iUon. ^odcu^ The Salemite receives so little constructive criticism that the editors are beginning to be lieve that the paper is the unanimous voice of student opinion. Last year we announced that aJ‘Letters to the Editor” department was ready and waiting for your reactions. We got no response. If you have any comments to offer on the make-up, sub,]ect matter, presentation, or poli cies of the Salemite—^constructive or destruc tive—submit them in writing to tlie editors at the Salemite office in the basement of Clewell. If this is to be the “official news organ of Salem College” it must reflect the ideas and ideals. of the students. Dear Editor: We are upperclassmen who take physical education. Frankly, we’re upset. This year we are required to take a gym class two hours a week and attend a gj^m lab for one hour a week. This seems gross injustice to us since we get only one semester hour’s credit for the course. Why is it necessary for us to meet this class as often as we do the ones for which we get three credit hours? V Interested Inquirers
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