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THE SALEMITE
December 12, 1947.
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Music Hour has never drawn the interest
of the entire student body as it should. It is
a weekly program of music designed primarily,
to accustom music majors to playing before an
audience.
But Music Hour should fill a much more
useful and instructive purpose. It could stim
ulate an interest in music among students who
are not performers themselves.
One suggestion for making the program
more interesting to the student body as a whole
pertains to the arrangement of the numbers.
If once a month, at least, a program was de
voted to the music of one composer, there would
be perhaps more members in the. audience who
came to hear the music rather than because
attendance is required. The faculty member
in charge of the week’s program could give
biographical facts about the composer and
point out some of the characteristics of his
music preceding the performance of the music
by the students. ,
If this method of planning programs were
instituted, Music Hour would be more than
merely an hour a week that music students
are required to attend and other members of
the student body know nothing about.
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Raymond Swing is a man with messages’. For
the unfortunate un-enlightened who missed his
lecture Tuesday night here is one of his stir
ring challenges: the attainment of a world gov
ernment effected through the initiative of the
I)eople of the United States must be desired
and expressed by those people.
To American citizens, students and adults—
voters, his message means BELIEVE then ACT.
Believe that our country is the pivotal force
in effecting a world law in this world of anar
chy, then act by sending the pledge below to
vour Congressman.
T, a citizen of Xorth Carolina, supporting tlie United
Nations, but recognizing its limitations, 1>elieve
that thp United Nations must be strengthened now
to insure the prevention of World War III. THERE
FORE, T join' in urging:
Immediate Sponsorship By The United States Of
Fundamental Amendments To The Charter Of The
United Nations, Changing It Into Federal World
Government, With Limited But Adequate Powers
To Make Laws To Prevent War, And To Enforce
These Laws Upon Individuals.
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Nancy McColl, class of ’48 (a junior at Salem last year), is “wintering”
in Switzerland. She sailed from New York on September 13 and went to
Zurich via London anil Paris. With a group of about 30 other Americans,
including Jane Lewis, a Salem Academy alumna, Nancy is studying at
the University of Zurich.
She is living at a Pension, according to information relayed from her
mother, Mrs. Katharine McColl of Southern Pines, and says that the
weather isn’t any cooler than here usually, that they have plenty of heat
and food, and can get anything they need. She and Jane take train
trips every week-end and plan to spend the Christmas holidays in Flo
rence and Rome.
Below is an account of her fii-st skiing trip, taken from a recent letter
from her. Her address is Merkurstrasse 39, Zurich 32, Switzerland, and
she ’11 get an air mail letter or Christmas card in four days.
CEEING THANGC
by Catherine Gregory 1^
‘ ‘ We went up to Plums to ski
Saturday with a group sponsored by
Och. a sport-department store. Some
of our group are members of the
American Ski Club and told us about
it. They fitted our skis to our boots
the day before, rented us the skis
and poles, took us there on the train,
took us up the mountains in taxis,
paid our bill at the/ski-lodge and
sent along an instructor. All for
thirty francs (about $6.90)! There
were three girls, .three boj's, two
married couples in our group; and
four American boys who are in
dependent graduate students were
also there. Also about twentj' Swiss.
We left at 1:30 on the Express-
train, first one we’ve been on and
it just flies along. New cars and a
diner. Had the first sandwich I’ve
seen here, good food. We went
along the edge of the Wallensee,
which was a light aquamarine blue
in spite of cold weather. It is com
pletely hedged in by enormous moun
tains.
^ou should have seen our compart
ment, eeilinged with skis. In our
innocence we took along a suitcase
with a dress, wore our ski pants,
stadium bots and coats. Next time
we ’11 know to wear all our ski
clothes, take no baggage except pa
jamas. If we want to be really chic
we ’11 get a rucksack, too.
hen we arrived we were discon
certed to see no snow at all. Got
in the taxis and hairpinned up for
a half hour or more, got to patches
of snow and finally the ground was
•ompletely covered. We passed
about six ski-lodges owned bv vari
ous clubs, nothing else up there.
Ours was a big square house, not
lu.xurious but comfortable. Lined
with beautiful blond wood, and the
living room had an enormous green
tile stov'e. There was good plumb
ing, adequate heat. Some rooms
had ]>unks, some, beds. You never
stay in your room anyway and the
big room was always warm.
The food was plentiful and good,
not fancy. We went out right away
and skiing is the only thing I’ve ever
done that is just the way it looks.
Only harder, if possible. The skis
are very cumbersome and it takes
more than one week-end to get used
to maneuvering them. It all re
quires an incredible amount of en
ergy, herring-boning up the hill,
straining every nerve to turn with
out slipping backwards, struggling
to get your skis parallel before you
start gravitating. Then WHOOSH,
and you ’re at the bottom again.
You can keep your speed down, to
a certain extent. Jay what they call
stemming, going down pigeon-toed.
That’s quite a feat too. But once
you'start going you can’t stop with
out changing your direction.
When I master the quick turn I'm
going to relax and enjoy myself, for
get the fine points. Falling at our
slow speed and on that soft snow
was not painful, and I hope event
ually to stay upright. All the others
had skied before, but Don and I
were raw beginners and so contin
ually flat in the snow that we won’t
get daredevil in ten years. The ones
who could slaloam round a row of
flags admitted that they had begun
when they were eight years old.
We stayed out till really dark,
about half-past five, and supper was
wonderful. We danced afterwards.
Then we played a wild kind of
gambling gapie with a deck of
French cards—the suits are balls,
shields, flowers and acorns and the
numbers just go up to six. It is a
rudimentary kind of Poker that has
^een n\irtured in the Alps for years,
entirely dependent on chance. The
ante was a rappen (2cents) and I
won about two francs. We also play
ed musical chairs, danced some more,
ended up singing. The Swiss sang
some of their bouncy songs and we
reciprocated with ‘ ‘ Clementine ’ ’ and
“Rolling Home.”
In spite of the cold (we had feat
her puffs) and the thrashing Czech
(.Cont. on page five)
And here’.s_another interesting correspondence. Weslev
Review. S' Sc “Lf
nnri Mo” ar, veirs aiiswer proves his challenge “Try
and Stop JMe an utter impossibhty.
Dear Mr. Cerf:
Literature, several*of°the ^ November issue of The Saturday Review
,came acr«;s the interestL and ' College
'to our school. Interestln/f^“ ‘ ^0“'- 'ecent visit
to our school. Interestingyo"--
here as “fiftv or so ratt, the article was, it mentioned the men
si ” that pL?es us We ^
eLded us. ® connotation which has
synomyns for “sheepish” the words “meelc
“stupid”, “timid”, “foolish”, and “sillv”.
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the parts are just as bad; the “’sheep” par^i seems o mlaf e ther 'S
of various timid, cud-chewing animals (genus Ovis) relaTed to the ffoaL’^
or “a ^foolish, bashful, awkLrd fellow”, and the “ish” part sef™ to
mean o tie nature of; like; especially having the undesirable traits
some b7ancTSThe‘™''^‘‘/’^'®"'^ bashfulness, most of our men were in.
Mv describe th ® those qualities
t^refute the at least most of our grades—tend '
fllTsh sillv and stupidity. And, though the part about being
Who^’did vor^ awkward is harder to disprove, we just can’t admit it.
Ve? Mr an opinion?
w/ something has happened to us since your article was
K f thi' nT could see us as we wander
about the^ campus greeting each other with a “ba-a-a-a-h ”, they would
agree tnat we are something—but not necessarily sheepish
The men of Salem College
„ „ CERF ANSWERS
Dear Mr. Snyder:
I got a great laugh out of your extremely clever letter of November
18. I only hope that the “Men of Salem College” weren’t really angry
at me ror uiy having called them “rather sheepish ex-GI’s”. It struck
me that a valiant little band of males so completely surrounded by un
believably pretty females was bound to be sheepish, in the daytime any
how, and probably wolfish after dark.
Good hunting!
Cordially yours,
y Bennett A. Cerf
“Good Grief,” cried the people in the smoke
house, gathering around. “What in the world
is it?’”
The mound stirred and from it emerged a
small hand which lifted the top layers of mat
erial. A little face appeared. “It’s me”, said
Little Mumbly.
BMOC came into the room. “That’s her New 4
Look coat,” .she explained. “It’s a little big.
When she pulls the hood up, it covers her
whole face. Keeps the rain off her glasses,
though”, she added.
BMOC and Little Mumbly made their way
to the door, then BMOC turned and announced
dramatically, “We’re going Christmas shop
ping. I’ray for us. You may never see us
again.” And then they were gone.
An excited murmur broke out among the
. girls. They knew what ah ordeal is was.
“BMOC’s too horsey to get hurt, but Mumbly’ll
never make it,” they .sadly agreed.
T'ptown was frantic with the rush and hus
tle of Christmas crowds. BMOC and Little
Mumbly were hurried off the bus and swept
along the streets by the mad-eyed people. They
very nearlj- got separated by a little man M'ho
was rolling a toy lawnmower determinedly
down the street. They deftly avoided him,
locked arms and plunged on. Suddenly Little
Mumbly was snatched aAvay, and BMOC fought
back through the crowds to discover her hang
ing by the neck from a too-low string of Christ
mas lights. BMOC got her down.
“Honestly, Mumbly, why don’t, you look
where you’re goi—” The sentence died away
with a shriek, and BMOC disappeared into the
sidewalk. Little Mumbly stood rigid with hor
ror—“The Devil has finally got her,” she whis
pered, staring into the cavern. Then BMOC
reappeared, rising to sidewalk level seated on
some orange crates. Never one to let a situa
tion get the upper hand, she stepped calmly to
the street, announced “Thev ought to warn
people about these street elevators”, and con-
tmued serenely ^on her way. Little Mumbly
looked at hpr with mute admiration. Jove on
Olympus was dust in her eyes compared to her
absolutely invincible room-mate, and little in
cidents like this only furthered tlie impression.
After hours of struggle and much dodging of
of fat rushing women, harried little men, and
obstreperous children, they pushed in through
the doors of a department store.
“Thank the Lord,” breathed BMOC. “Now,
• what do you have to get??”
Little Mtimbly said words to the effect that
she had to get presents for “Mambla, Papla,
Grandmambla, and Uncle Mumble, Aunt Mum
ble, Cousin Mumble, and Mumble Mumble”.
BMOC, who could .sometimes understand
what she was saying, steered her adroitly to
the Everything For Man’s Best Friend depart
ment. (Mumble Mumble, it seems, was Little
Mumbly’s cocker spaniel). The clerk was very
helpful, and they were about to purchase 'a
darlmg imitation-Greek dog dish, when a large
group of women shouting “On the Needle
Point Counter bore down on them. They were
swept along and finally came to rest by the
Bath Needs counter.
“Help you girls?” inquired a large blond
lady. I have here some bath powder that—
no? Well, here .s. ^mething you reely need!
These exquisite httle bath ovals—you just
throw them into the tub—they have 32 differ
ent odors: gardenia, • rose, tiger lily pine
maple, oak; new-mown hay, old hay-’ fresh
spring breezes, carbon dioxide; ” and Tiittle
Mumbly shortly found herself clutching 10 '
boxes of Promage de France Bath Ovals.
f J^«ur problem,” said
BMOC, ever 'the optomist. They wearilv re
turned home. ‘ i re-
Publication of the Sail6init6 will be suspend
ed during Christmas holidays. The next issue
will appear on Janurary 16, 1948.
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