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Page Two. THE SALEMITE October 3, 1947. • • • • .... if you don’t like the speakers on the lecture series for this year. Four authorities in their fields have agreed to speak at Salem, but you don’t have to like them. You can tell the lecture committee that you don’t like their selections; you can write a letter to the Salem- ite and say you were bored. But to be a qualified griper, you must at tend the lectures. Your ticket is provided for you in the Student Budget; there is a seat for you in Memorial Hall; there is a speaker there for your illumination; the decision to go and listen is YOURS. Seeina Qe^ (Replied, We Welcome- .... . . . letters from the students and faculty at any time. The Salemite will print no un signed letters, but names will be witheld on request. We urge suggestions and corrections that will make the Salemite a better paper, and we solicit comments on campus relations and administrative policies. editor: Salem boasts of two sets of students, those known as the residents or boarders, and those called the day students, and it seems as if never the twain shall meet. Of course, we do have classes together, but we rarely have a chance to get really acquainted with each othet. One solution to this problem might be to discontinue the practice of segregated tables at lunch, and table asffignments for the board ers would hold only at dinner. Why not mix the two groups together over a meal, and if they want to they can continue to the smoke houses together. After all, it is at'meals and in the smokehouses that we get to know our friends. It might also help if the day students would visit our smokehouses once in a while and if we would drop in at their center oc casionally. J. R.— ***♦*' Getting up at five every morning is no fun. Still, to get any breakfast one has to rise al most that early. Something should be done to speed up the breakfast lines, so that those who have eight thirty’s would not have to suf fice on a cup of coffee. Salemite Published every Friday ofi the College year by the Student body of- Salem College Downtown Office—304-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company OFFICES Lower floor Main Hall Subscription Price—$2.75 a year BDITOKIAL department Editor-in-Chief —- P^ggy Davis Associate Editor Peggy Graj^ Assistant Editor Nancy Carlton Assistant Editor Make-up Editor . Copy Editor Feature Editor — Music Editor — - Carolyn Taylor Margaret Carter Laurel Green ’Two College Tales In a modest little house in the poorer sec tion of a dirty little town, there lived a dull little “Common Man” and his frowzy little wife. He was but a filing clerk in the office where he had worked 40 years without pro motion. She seldom left the confines of their house except to gossip with the neighbors. They both thought the radio to be the height of culture, and they read the Sunday Mirror. Their meagre house was in very poor taste, and it always smelled of cabbage. Well, they had a daughter. Scrimping and saving, they sent her off to college to get cultured. While there, she associated with the best people, visited in their spacious homes, read the clas sics, took Art Appreciation, and rid her speech of the double negative. Then came graduation, and she returned to her little home. And did she scorn her parents, sneer at their house, reject her'past, and leave in hysterics® Why no. You see, she was rather inattentive, and thought very little about things. She got a job as a telephone operator and lived a long life of blissful happiness. And there was a quiet young girl who had been brought up in a cultured home. She had above-average intelligence and plenty of money. Ahead of her streched the prospects of life as a refised, gracious, well-cared-for intellectual. She looked to college as the plaqe to put the finishing touches on her already liberal educa tion. The institution of her choice shall be nameless, but she found it far different from her expectations. The girls were loud and raucous, the faculty as a whole showed little more learning in their chosen fields than a bunch of microcephalics, and the general at mosphere was that of a Seberian prison camp where the inmates have resolved to have a good time or else. The organization and equip ment fitted this simile, too. Well, our heroine stayed four long years, and finally graduated. And did ghe emerge a snarling, bitter cynic? Did she take up alcohol, loose living, and the other diversions of the thwarted? Did she go back to her sheltered home and board herself up inside forever? Why no. She thought it all just as funny as the devil, and she enjoyed every minute of it. It strengthened her char acter no end, and she became a lovely woman with lots of charm. Moral: cheer up. . ■ On Music Music that is contrapuntal Seems to me just acciduntal. • On Art I’ll run myself upon a saber If we have much more Manuel labor. On Poetry For verses writ in haste like these I beg indulgence, on my knees. In other days and sterner times I’d have been murdered for these rimes. Catherine Gregory Mary Porter Evans Margaret McCall Sports Editor Gloria Paul Editorial Staff: Cat Gregory, Nancy McCoU, Peirano Aiken, Betsy Boney, Marilyn Booth, Susie Knight. ^: Editorial Assistants: Dot Arrington, Mary Bryant, Zetta Cabrera, Debbie Darr Sartin, Ann Dungan, . Barbara Folger, Emelyn Gillespie, Frances Gules- ian, Susan Johnson, Joy Martin, Mary Motsinger, Joan Carter Read, Andy Rivers, Betsy Schaum, Peggy Sue Taylor, Ruth Van Hoy, Barbara Ward, Amie Watkins, Fran Winslow, Martha Harrison, Jane Morris, Marion Gaither. Cub Reporters: Betty Page Beal, Mary Elizabeth Weaver. Filists and Typist: Betty Holbrook. Pictorial Editors: Ruby Moye, Peggy Watkins. BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Business Manager Eliza Smith Assistant Business, Manager Jane Morris September 22, 1947. Miss Reggy Davis, The Salemite, Salem College, Winston-Salem, N. C. Dear Miss Davis: Many thanks for your nice note of September 17th. The thought of Salem College being on its feminine ear awaiting my arrival in October is flattering but unaesthetic. I hope they will at least have assumed a slightly different position when I arrive. As for the pithy remarks for the Salemite, here are three little stories that you may care to reprint about former Winston- Salemites. (At least, they are Winston-Salemites until I get to New Orleans.) 1. I am anxious to meet the ingenious survivor of Iwo Jima who is reputed to have won a handsome prize in Winston- Salem with a single word. A question posed to a group of veterans asked, “What do you desire most in your post-war house?” The winner answered, “Me.” 2. A reporter from a Winston-Salem paper came in to interview me one day sporting a magnificent black eye. He explained it was the result of a tiff with his brawny bride. “I gave her a beautiful diamond for her birthday,” he lamented, “and now it turns out she wants to keep it.” 3. The first noon a new paper-hanger from Winston-Salem was on the job, he opened his lunch box eagerly, unwrapped a sandwich, and lifted one piece of bread a fraction of an inch. Ilis face fell. “Cream cheese,” he announced dolefully. The second day he repeated the process, and again reported, “Pfui! Cream cheese again.” When he sadly discovered cream cheese for the third day straight, a fellow workman asked, “If you dis like cream cheese so much, why don’t you ask your wife to fix you another kind of sandwich?” “Who’s married?” said the paper-hanger indignantly. “I make these sandwiches myself.” Incidentally, I hope the students at Salem College will want to hear something about modern authors and the publishing business rather than a whole evening devoted to corny stories like the above. What do you think? Cordially, Bennett A. Cerf Sohx^ol utter Confusion Department Joyce Privettei You can wade out in the Gulf of Mexico for some distance, can’t you? Miss Mowery: In a bathing suit. Tit For Tat Department Dr. Jordan: Mr. Bromberg, I understand that you have some French prints. Would you show them to my Seventeenth Century Lit Class? Mr. Brombegr: I’ll teach your class, if you’ll teach mine. Dr. Jordan: ah—ugh—-umm—I’ll be glad to help in any way I can. Tracers of Lost Persons Department Who is Sylvia? What is she? The deans had the campus in chaos hunting for Sylvia Green while her date patiently waited in the reception room. We suggest that Miss Green visit all smoke houses and identify herself for all would be Mr. Keenes. Lost Week-end Departoc^it Ipdeed, we think Miss Baynes has a “passion for cai’bonated beverages” since we found twenty-four coke bottles in her room Sunday morning. Ah-Muses Department Infirmarist: Home is where the heat is. Mr. Peterson: Sing from your diaphraem; you use your neck for something else. The affectionate couple who sat on the Academy steps last Sunday inspired Miss Stout to assign Gloria Paul a timely topic for hygiene class. Auditots are invited. A'Cute Rooming Conditions Confirmed By lnfirmary4sts Advertising Manager Assistant Advertising Manager Circulation Manager Betsy Schaum Mary Hill Virginia Connor Susie Knight The time that’s gone can never come again— The moment lost has left its mark maybe, But now the trodden path is memory lane. And all that can remain is memory. When time has made its changes,'' as it must, Then do not say that there is nothing left; For nothing, as it s«ems, just turn^ to dust, When heart and soul too soon have been bereft. If mind can still recall the moment past, And bring the picture once again to life, Indeed that moment will forever last, -And will not perish in our daily strife. For no mind can shut out the past and be A door that does not yield to memory’s key. A look at the roopi would assure you that people live there, namely Jane Bowman, Jane Thomas, Bennie Jo Michael and Porter Evans; But you might also wonder how it was possible. If your depth perception is above the average and your .agility superior, you might be able • to get from one side of the room to the other without bumping a box, a piece of furniture or- one of the four girls that live there. Navi gation is an art in this cluttered chaos. Fer lack of closets there are three Victorian wardrobes with Doors That Stick, but at least the other three girls have a place ta hang their clothes. Two dowdy non descript dressers - eliminate a few corrugated boxes, but the remaining boxes protrude from under the bed. The interior decorators went in- not for scatter rugs, but scatter chairs; in every available few inches of floor space there is a ladder bac^^ or an antiquated rocker. FortuD' ately, these chairs are not used sitting, but for partically empty suitcases, hat boxes, dirty laundry; stacks of books and clothes-to-weaf -tomorrow. The room has many d®' corative touches that add to cluttered motif. A bright pocket-book hangs from one lig^^ fixture; a raincoat hangs fro®’ another. A blue bathrobe hangs o’* the corner of a mirror. Shoes everywhere: under dressers, und®^ wardrobes, on top of wardrobes, ao® in the precious space that const*' ^ tutes our passageway out of tb® room. Bring a pitchfork to we»® your way through our room—in th® Infirmary.
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