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FHE SALEMITE
March 28, 1947
We believe . . . that pretty will do as pi-ettv
is. The condition of f’lewell Smokehouse for
the past few years has not been conducive to
Rt)ilejit interest in the appearance of the I'oom.
The fiu'nitnre that has formerly l)een used
in the room is well-suited to the recreation
room in the basement of Clewell.
We propose . . . that, if the administration
thinVs it advisable to re-furnish the Smoke-
ho'ise with attractive ru^rs and suitable fi’rni-
tui'e. and does so, the room will be used al
most exclusively for dates and for family.
There will not l)e the after-meal debris tliat
naturally accumulates when a hundred stu
dents are ‘fathered in one room, smoking and
playing bridfre on the floor.
We hope . . . that the need for an attractive
room to which we mav brinff week-end visi
tors will be recognized, and the administra
tion will {rive us the chance to show that
we can keep a room “lookins: lil'C home”
that looks like home in the first place!
We do not ask . . . for thick, rich carpets
like tlie ones in the living room of Bitting,
or a baby-grancl piano, or draperies, or floor
lamps, or coffee tables, or wing chairs, or sofas
and end tables, or mirrors over the mantles,
or screens and andirons for the fireplaces, or
a grandfather clock, or an antique .secretary.
But they wouhl look nice. And the plastering
needs rcpaii'ing. too.-
P. D.
Salem may be .one hundred and sevent.v-
five years old and have the reputation of
tradition, but these two facts in no way prove
that Salem does not participate in the new and
original. This year, notable creations have
appeared on campus to claim praise for ex
cellent outsets and rightfully to accept good
wishes for their future growth and success.
Without a doulit. The Salem Players have
started out on the right foot, for they have
progressed so fast that they no longer seem to
be a “new” organization on campus. Special
recognition should go to President Lomie Lou
Mills, who has pushed the group forward.
Last week the Winston-Salem Civic Or
chestra made its debut in Memorial Ifall. Mr.
James Lerch, head of the violin department
at S.ilem College, conducted this new musi
cal ovganizatiou. The enthusiasm of the large
audience proved the success of the orchestra’s
first performance.,
A new idea which has not gained its way
in mauv of Salemite’s lives is the informal
discussion each Sunday night after Vespers,
^riss Wilson has opened her apartment to
all students who wish to stop by and talk
about currenf events—a good way to keep
up with the times.
Tb ■' coeds make up a new organization
them' Ives, but their Men’s Chorus has done
especvillv good work this year. They have
appe- l ed' publicly four times already and are
beco; i'lg quite in demand. Hats off to Mr.
Pete»-son, who has willingly set aside one
nig’ii each week to pr*actice with them.
Practice, which is not entirely new this
.veav t)iit was temporarily abandoned during
th(j war, is “Salem-Davidson Day”, which is
spou‘«ored by the Y. M. C. A. of Davidson
and the Y. W. C. A. of Salem. We have aL
ready visited Davidson for a foQthall game
and dance, and on April 26 Davidson comes
to Snlem to spend the day.
No. Salem is not completely soaked in tra
dition and age. Some life still remains in the
institution. Xew and orjginal ideas are be
ing carried out all the time,
GoedU!
Onportunity knocks and the Freshmen and
Sophomores irnore it. The opportunity this
time is in the form of the library contest . . -
a contest sponsored by the library personnel
for the students. i
A great deal of interest has been shown
in this contest in previous years. This year
only three underclassmen have entered. Tlie
contest is discontinued unless ten people en
ter. It is tragic that college students are
not interested in furthering their interest in
books. ^
The rules of the contest are simple and
easy to follow. It takes very little time for
a person to taake out a list of the books he
wants for his own personal library. Names
of persons who wish to enter the contest
must he in the librarian by Monday, April 1.
Fi-eshmen, sophomores, and coeds this is your
last chance.
By Jane Paton
When Spring came up to Salem town,
Nip came up and out of the ground.
He looked up and looked down
And saw the Salemitcs _all around.
Nip poked his head al)Ove his hole, home that is, made
in the warm earth under the pansy plants and look a long slow
look around. Sure enough he had waked up on time another year
because S[>ring certainly was here. He scrambled out of his hole
and stretched his legs. Yes sir, Salem and Spring were at it again,
making his heart go hump-bump-de-bump-bump and snatching his
breath right out of his lungs. He couldn’t stand still a minute longer
so hitching a ride on a sunbeam he came to Clewell Smokehouse.
But what was the matter here? Death! With proper respect he hopped
solemnly through the long dark room following the bobbing skirts of
a young lady he didn’t quite recognize. But she seemed to kno\v her
way around and sure enough down one flight of stairs was Salem
in all its element! Nip stood and laughed for joy to be back
were he belonged—his round blue eyes turned red as fire hopping
ffrom one girls curl to another’s eyelash, and his green leaf hat
fell down on his ear laughing at their jokes and singing their
songs! Mary sat stud.ying, and he tipped over her book; Jean was
reading, and he whistled in her ear; Ann was singing, and he
took away her breath. But everybody laughed and not a one
cared ’cause Spring was back again!
Nip continued along his way.
Perched on the nose of pretty Pay,
As out he went to spend the day ,
A’watching Salem out to play!
^ Nip wondered where he was going but didn’t worry a minute.
He knew that wherever he found himself he’d have plenty of com
pany for Salem girls ranged far and wide. Lo, look ahead, he
nearly fell off, sunbathing already. Yes sir, there they all were
stretched out in, well, definitely a varied assortment of clothing.
All of which was interesting to see. Pay didn’t seem to be going
to stop, but all the fun was just too much for Nip; he couldn’t
pass this by. He .slid down her nose, bounced off her upper lip
rnd landed in Lib’s red curls. Such talking, great day! and al
together too many new names being talked about. Why did these
girls have to change beaus every year? How would he ever le'arn
.I’l the new ones!
Nip hadn’t picked a very good stopping place for Lib soon
got ready to leave. But he knew she wasn’t going far because of the
very precarious position he was maintaining on her tennis racket!
But this was nothing compared to how he ^elt w’hile she was play
ing tennis. So very soon he dropped through a convenient space,
hopped over to the side of the court and sat dowwn on Dr. Rond-
thaler’s hat, his favorite place. From this nice, high seat he
could see and hear everv-thing. The short, twisting skirts of the
tennis players, and the smash of color of the archery target, the
loud yelling of the softball game, two girls walking barefooted in
the grass and thousands of other signs of Spring at Salem. He even
once caught a glimpse of a book! ■
At night when stars abotjnd around
Nip the trellis clambered down;
A Clewell window perched upon
And hung way out to see the fun!
Nip was delighted for tlii? high third floor window was still
a fine vantage point. He could even see the corner way over there
on the left this year. Last season that one was just too dark. (Guess
Miss Wilson perched on the window too.) All the girls looked so
pretty—why couldn’t he remember te magic formula which made
T gremlin a human being. Because he’d certainly like to date that
pretty—why couldn’t he remember the magic formula which made
couple in overalls and sweaters! Ah-ha, a cabin party. And hq hadn’t
known of it. A terrible mistake! Imagine missing a cabin party?!
Nip kept hearing hisses and snickering. Sounded dose by too.
Where in the world were they coming from? He dito’t have to
look far though, because those windows beside him which had appeared
so quiet and dark were really filled with giggling girls! Spectators’
Alley was certainly well-occupied this year! Almost as full as the
date book.
The big old clock s'truck twelve. Nip laughed at the sudden
burst of activity. Girls running here, there, and everj'where but
mostly indoors and mostly to bed. All hut Nip. He stayed awake
and alert hopping in and out of windows, stirring the breeze in
the curtains, sweetening the dreams of the girls. For Spring was here
!>nd Spring at Salem waa Nip.
Glap/p, QUcUa,
This is Toscanini week—the great maestro
celebrated his eigfhtieth birthday Tuesday!
For sixty-one years, he has been steadily mul
tiplying his honors as a conductor—ever since
the historic occasion in Rio de Janeiro, when
he stepped from the ’cellist’s desk and con
ducted AIDA from memory!
There are so many things to tell about the
genius of Toscanini: ... his knowledge . . .
his memory . . . his insistence upon techni
cal thoroughness . . . his practical knowledge
of orchestral instruments and their capaci
ties . . . most of all, his mystical power that
transforms routine musicians into inspii-ed in
terpreters of tone!
In his repertoire are several hundreds of
operatic and symphonic works. Since the 1920’s
he has turned increasingly from opera to
symphoiy. His , musical philosophy can be
summed up in the maestro’s own words:
T played the first Stravinsky, the first
Sibelius ... I worked and fought with all
my power for the new music, which is
what a young artist, above all others,
should do. Now, let the .young men take
up. this fight. I want to understand Bach
and Haydn and Beethoven a little better
before I die.
(Apologies to. Mr. Olin Downes for the above.)
GREAT DAY FOR RTDENITOUR: April
12th, eight o’clock. First Presbyterian Church,
Concord. The man: B. C.—the music: “Uncle
Charlie” and “Lib” Hamrick . . . Here comes
the bride!!
Rave notices have been coming from over
Raleigh way, since the Marian Anderson con-
cei't there last Monday night. Hei’ program in
cluded songs by Gluck, Vellini, Scarlatti,
Schubert, Massenet—Irish tunes and specially
arranged negro spirituals. The personal satis
faction Miss Anderson gpts from singing:
If anyone thinks enftugh of my singing to
come back and tell me that he came depressed
and I gave him a lift, it’s worth more to me
than all the applause in the world.” T^here’s
an ARTIST for you.
Reminder: Don’t forget Jane Mulhollem’s
recital, Monday, April 14th—a wonderful pro
gram, with eveiything from Bach to Broad
way . . . ! Oh, boy . . .
This is Isaac Stern week in Winston-Saleiu
—Civic 'iMusie Thursday night and “Humores
que ’ ’ JIoiiday-Tuesday! The ‘ ‘ Carmen Fan
tasy” from the movie has the audience sing
ing along with his violin—Nice Easter present
for all of you bunnies! - '
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