Pa^e Two.
THE SALEMITE
February 28, 1947.
Last week “the long journey home” was
over for Grace Moore, the f?olden-voiced Opera
singer who was killed in a Copenhagen plane
crash January 26. More than four thousand
of her devotees crowded the First Baptist
Church in Chattanooga, Tennessee, for simple
funeral services. Dorothy Kirsten, soprano
from the ilet and one of Miss Moore’s closest
friends, sang “Are Maria” ... For a more
fitting tribute than this, see the article in
OPERA NEWS, February 10.
Two good concerts are coming up in
fireensboro in ^larch: Higiiinnd Roml)erg and
■company on March (5; and James Melton
(there’s a voice for j'ou—even Li’l Abner
thinks so!) in recital on March 13. Tickets
available at the G’boro ilusic Company. . . .
If you noticed the “strange music” com
ing from choral ensemble Wednesday . . .
t’was only a warm-up for the cheering squad
at the basketball game. Don’t say that music
ians aren’t versatile . . . you name it: Yells
conducted by Day, or Palestrina conducted by
Peterson . . . Hah, rah . . . hip!
The newly organized freshmen chorus will
make their debut on a broadcast Friday night
over WSJS . . . Judging from reports these
six gals and six guys make a cheerful ear-full!
Tagliavini . . . Tagliavini . . . Tagliavini . . .
a name to remember. He’s the new tenor with
the voice like nothing you’ve heard before . . .
few of our present day singers can stop a per
formance at the Met and take a bow, but
here’s a guy M'ho can! Not since the “good
old days” (so they telj me) and Caruso has
there been a lyric tenor with such a voice.
3\lr. Ferruccio Tagliavini just recently arrived
froj.a Italy . . . let’s hope he’ll take up per
manent residence in the good ol’ U. S.!
Iloagy Carmichael how has a half-hour pro
gram on Sundays at 5:30 .. . with his customary
lowdcjwn and mournful style, he ambles through
whatever Tin Pan Alley tunes that happen to
strike his fanc.y . . . It’s all very wonderful, un
musical, and not-to-be-missed!
Opera this Saturday: RICJOTjETTO . . .
Leonard Warren in the title role . . . another
must on my list.
The eyes of the maiden were dark.
The face of the maiden was fair.
The shade of an inky blackness
W’^as the shade of her lovely hair.
Her liands were as delicate flowers.
Her feet were so small and so fleet.
Her cheeks were as rosebiuls in summer,
And her movements were graceful and sweet.
Her laughter was sparkling and bright
As a clear bubbling brook in the light.
Her voice was as merry and gay
As a soft apple blossom in May.
Her heart, so carefree and warm,
AVas to many'j’oung lovers a charm.
Many had sought her',
But none ever caught her.
For she was only a dream.
—Mary Elmore Finley
By Hallie McLean
So little time—the last day of February and only throe months
loft. A period of three months is a short interval and yet for us,
it will bring rich experiences and a chance to collect many more
memories for the future.
Making full allowance for tliese good times, let’s get serious
for a little while. This is an unwelcome but rather necessary note—
especially in our case.
. We are Seniors—awaiting with mi.'^ed feelings the big gradu
ation day in June—the end of something wonderful and at the
same time a beginning!
For those anticipating summer weddings, there is not the
problem of indecision, but for the rest of us the question is—the
beginning of what?
We seek' the advice of those who know through operience.
They outline for us the following vocations: ^
Teaching—acquiring daily gray hairs or new wrinkles try
ing to discipline adolescents long enough to teach them some
thing the majority has no desire to learn.”
“Going to New York-balancing the thrills of city life with
the need of watching the budget and perhaps finding that the
i'udget problem surpasses and takes the thrill from the expiTionces.”
“Working at home—making an attempt toward independence
when Mrs. Jones refuses to accept the fact that ‘little Mary'
wliom I have known since she began to walk’ has reached maturitj'.
No, budget balancing in New York is much to be preferred.”
This sounds rather bitter, doesn’t it? But each of ua knows
that something big, something made especially for us, is going
to turn up, that Mrs. “ Kockebilt,” while searching for a com
panion to accompany her to Cuba, is going to find her qualifica
tions in us or that one day a furnished apartment with a job
attached is going to present itself . . .
Wonderful thought—to be out in the world—on our own,
no assignments at night, to be independent. This one work brings
a new world to a Senior. It means being our own bosses, controlling
our finances with no more “financially embarrassed” letters home
and no more term papers or book reports due “two weeks from
yesterday.”
Still the responsibility connected with independence is a
little frightening. Imagine our being citizens—not those civic-minded
founders who hand out good citizenship medals twice a year nor
the type who profoundly state, “The world has gone to the dogs,”
and considers his duty done, but, (forgive our idealism) a citizen
who keeps his eyes open for possible improvements and realizes the
best and most effective (at the same time unoffending) method of
accomplishing them—a citizen wh(J thinks of the phrase “the world
is what we make it” as more than a flowery statement.
Perhaps, too, we’re a little afraid of being ridiculed. Enthus
iasm or the desire to right a wrong doesn’t go over too v.-ell with
people, and we don’t want to be antagonistic. Wo do know that
there are ways and ways of going about things, and we intend to
understand the people and the set up before we try to intervene.
A Senior and her future! But think of • all those who have
lived through the throes of indecision before. We know that there
are two alternatives—to look on graduation as just anther phase, an
interim in which to kill time; or second’y and preferably for us,
fi chance to try our wings, to put into practice what we have
learned.
^ St all experience is an arch where through
Gleams that untravelled world, wliose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move ... for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Qf all the western star.‘, until I die.
from Ulysses by Tennyson
STUOEN^.
TUDENTS
Ffkouty
Vote. Vote. Vote. You’ve heard it for
two weeks and you’ll hear it for two more.
It’s important! The interest and activity
that you show in the coming elections will
be reflected in each of the major organizations
next year.
If you make a wise, thoughtful investment
when you east your l)allots in the next two
weeks, you will rec’eive valuable dividends in
the functioning of Salem College organizations
for a year to come. And there will be no
diminishing returns if you consider the can
didates with circumspection.
The hours usually devoted to chapel are
l)eing utilized to facilitate your voting. You
can be present to cast your vote for continued
capable student leadership for the coming
year.
SpA44i^-QleiCuH44i^
Registration brings new classes, new teach
ers, and a new semester. With this goes a
“cleaning up” and a “cleaning out” of old
papers, used books, and old ideas which, in
turn, are replaced by fresh and ready-to-go
plans for the new term. Along with this should
go a Spring House-Cleaning” of our minds
and spirits. The cooperation of the student body
with the YWCA this fall has been, on the
whole, very good and the general enthusiasm
gratifying to all the cabinet members.
W^ith the new semester, larger and broader
plans for your enjoyment are being worked
out. Religious services are planned weeks in
advance and all programs are adapted to suit
your taste and your request. We ask that you
continue to support this campus organization
whole-heartedly this semester-contributing all
ideas and working with us for the continuation
of an ever active Salem College YWCA.
F. C.
^Ucutkl y044>
The staff of the Sights and Insights wishes
to thank all those who gave their time and
efforts to make the Male Review a success.
W ithout the participation of the coeds their in
terest, cooperation and good sportsniiinship—
and without the entertainment by Mr. Peterson,
we could never have put our show'across. We
also'M’ish to tliank those who lent us clothes |
for the fashion show.
Bernice liunn
The Salem students express their sympathy
to Miss Florence Xeely for the loss of her
father, I\Ir. Ralph B. Neely.
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