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January 16, 1948
THE SALEMITE
Paste Three
Frantic Freshman Tells
Hart'lnterest, Ambitions
b7 Betty Page Beal
Jane Hart was frantically picking
up stitches on a pair of argyles when
2 o’clock and the Salemite reporter
arrived.
“My ambition”, she answered to
the stock question, “is to finish these
socks for Tug! ” And a worthy am
bition, we think, or liave you seen'
Tug?
Jane’s dark l>rown eyes and liair
and her friendly smile aren’t the
only reasons for her recent election
as president of the freshman class.
Vice-president of the student body at
Granger High School back home in
Kinston last year, she says that she’s
interested in everybody and every
thing. She loves sports, too—“es
pecially basketball.”
She spends as much of the sum
mer as she can sunning and fun-ing
at Morehead and says that is The
Place. Also on her list of favorites
is the color green, the record “You
Go to Aly Head”, and—Tug.
Levering
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gthening of a world federation and
probably would not Join such an or
ganization. The speaker felt, how
ever, that she would either find it
too strong to attack or eventually
realize that she could win more
world prominence in than ont of
such a league. As to the other nat
ions’ reaction to the Federalists’
plan, the majority of the British
Parliment will vote for it; and Italy,
France and the minor^ }>owers liave
expressed their approval. Kxcept
for Russia and her satclites the
United States is the only nation that
has not endorsed it. Proposals to
make such a ratification possible are
embodied in resolutions 23 and 24
for the Senate and 09-68 for the
House. Mr. Levering concluded his
talk by urging that all who would
like to see these resolutions passed
should write their Congressman and
help arouse public sentiment for bet
ter world government. (Also, any
one who is interested can contact
Janie Morris, who with others is in
terested in organizing a Student
Federalist chapter for Salem aca
demy and college students).
Jane Hart
Sad Singer
Seeks Solace
And Solitude
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by Pinky Carlton
Have you vocalitisofthaesophagus ?
Do you crimson in pained embarras-
rasment when called upon to utter a
melodic melody? Do you? I do, and
frankly, its worrying me quite a bit.
It never bothered me in my child
hood. All children’s voices are ac-
ceptled by society as ‘ ‘ cute ’ ’ or at
the very worse “energetic”. I rais
ed my voice in pride to b(- ranked
among the energetic, and “rank’'
describes exactly the increased sound
that I gave forth.
r never wanted to join the high |
school glee club. It never took trips!
out of town as the dramatic club did.'
Tlie first inkling of my singing I
misfortune came in the bathtub. I
was a freshman. I came to Salem
with the idea that I too could be
a shower-room soloist. My first bath
shattered this fond illusion. In my '
highest, shrillingly energetic tones,
I sang “Gee Mom, I want to go—
Ho-o-ome”. There had been the
cheerful noises of splash, and who
swiped my soap. When I finished
my cringedition (or rendition—!
rend, you cringe), there was a silence
—a funny silence. Tlien out of the
still (imagine! a still in the shower-
room) came an ominous voice. It
foretold my doom. It said, “Shud-
Things are coming to a sorry
The blow thiit cut me down to state when it becomes necessary to
the strings, of my heart and slew take light bulbs from .students. As |
every single sj’llable I possessed hap- , it is, the study lamps in Cleu-ell ,
pened this past Wednesday. Calmly j are the e.\act duplicates of the one ■
Sluniped in my broken chair on the used on a widely distributed G. 10.;
back row of the Primary Ed. Music ]>oster showing the wrong type of
class, I casually looked up to see a lamps. Handicapped with this bur-
finger pointing straight at me. i den, must the students further su*’-
Miss Shush
The Salemite can NOT offer you
I a trip to Alaska, a Bendi.x washer,
I or a rocket ship, but we can give a
' pack of Chesterfields and recogni
tion to -the person who submits the
answer to Salem’s Miss Shush to
Porter Evans.
A bit of knowledge tells where to
look
For Salem’s iliss Shush with a big
red book.
Good thinjrs come in three—a clue!
Thirteen, unlucky for some, may
also help you.
See I f ig Thangs
by Frances Onlesian
With drums beating in my right
ear (the left one was squashed ag
ainst a papaya), I awoke in my
little grass hut to face another day
among the Zulas of Kusaie.
I was on a sociological field trip,
so to speak, to find out how the
number .of wives was influenced by:
(a) exogamy; and (b) endogmy. For
three weeks I had been “going nat
ive” (even to the extent of wearing
a grass skirt which was somewhat
i opposed to the “New Look”); and
t had accumulated a wealth of super-
I organic material from which I could
I write another book, to be called Soc-
; iology, It’s Everywhere!
I was amazed to find that the
Zulus even had a superorganic, and
e,ven more suprising was their use of
artifacts, which were in great de
mand. The people there were de
cidedly ethnocentric: whenever a
neighbor paddled over for another
head or so the Zulus would get so
stirred up that they’d sneak over to
the dugonts and pliister the insides
with shredded cocoanut (Raker’s)
and draw c.iricatures of the visitors
in them. In South Sea language
this is one terrible insult, and I hesi
tate to describe to you the possible
results. The process is plainly one
of superordination. But enough!
The fruit of my work lay in a mass
of jumbled statistics, which honestly
doesn’t mean a thing, but looks good
in the reports back home.
I found out that in the Zulu gov
ernment there were 18 legal officials,
and tlieir duties ran as follows; one’s
was to put pepper in the eyes of dis
obedient women, a second’s to attend
the women while thus temporarily
“You! To demonstrate the way
to te.st a child’s singing ability, I
will play a note on the piano.”
She played some note that wasn’t
high and wasn’t low. It was in that
complicated condition of in between.
“You! Sing that note, using the
syllable loo.”
She didn’t say my voice was cute,
energetic, or even the shuddup type.
Worse than that.
I've got vocalitisofthaesophagus.
1 , . ,, blinded, a third distributed approp-
fer by having their 40 watt bu )S . ,, ,,
+..V 1 o.. . riate girdles to all the village chiefs:
taken and 20 watt ones substituted.'. ,
oi 1 ^ , , . . ' then there wore two uioro ou whom
Students, arise! Rebel against this
odious tyranny lest blindness at
thirty be the result!
A Seeing Kye Ui g
If you do, take my advice and or
ganize a singing strike. Don’t take
note for an answer. Hit the rote
for the high Cs and you’ll B low
man on a sharp shark’s scales.
the big chief sat, and so on.* But
facts get tedious. I conid go on
forever, of course, but space runs
out. If you want the true story,
you’d better see Miss Smith, who’s
an authority on these things.
Next Week: Life Among the Es
kimos, or, “Just a Pigloo in an Ig
loo.” '
* If you don’t believe me, see p.
626 of Ogbnrn, Nimkoff.
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