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THE SALEMITE
March 12, 1948
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Congratulations to the newly elected of
ficers! We wish them the best of luck.
But, let’s not forget that along with giving
them our best wishes, we should give them our
active support and help. It is not an easy task
to step into a brand new office, and we ought
to be able to make the adjustment easier for
them. By cooperating with their plaiis, by
making suggestions, and by giving concrete
“elbow grease” we may encourage and support
them.
Good luck, girls!
J. M.
Pome
Go4H/pJxUHi . . .
With so many important things happening
on campus now, it is probably inevitable
that there should be criticism and com
plaint. A certain amount of that is all right,
but when there is a way to improve things by
petitions, it seems rather stupid to gripe end
lessly. Criticism is fine if it will accomplish
some purpose. It the students won’t do any
thing but sit around and complain, then we
think the fault is theirs.
F. G.
The Salemite expresses its deepest sym
pathy to Dr. Vardell in the recent death of his
mother.
Editors for this issue were Frances Gules-
ian and Joy Martin, sophomore staff members.
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by Frances G-ulesiau
If Caesar’s tunic had had more starch.
We wouldn’t beware of The Ides of March.
If only his tunic had stopped that knife.
He never would have lost his life.
Thus Caesar met his Waterloo,
But we all have our limp days too.
The middle Qf March now means to us
Frantic studying and frenzied fuss.
With lack of humor, dearth of jests.
We go to take our six-weeks tests.
We’re fortified with mental blocks
When asked about shares, bonds, and stocks.
Because of M. J. Snavely’s pereza
She’s bogging down on Sotileza.
Social Problems of the nation
Make us quake with trepidation.
And Cynthia Black faces life realistical
When plotting a graph or exercise statistical.
Teaching the niceties of German grammar.
Dr. Smith wields a mighty sledge hammer.
To do your Horace, or any Latin,
You’ve got to rise early in the matin.
And into sophomore brains Miss Byrd beats
Timely facts about Kelly and Sheats.
And studying history, world or plain,
Is simply flirting with ptomaine,
“Parlez-Vous francaisT” you hope—
Or else around your neck you’ll tie a rope.
We have cause to regret the Ides of March.
So Julius isn’t the only larch
Oh, Caesar’s main trouble was merely diurnal,
But we are pressed with Fate eternal.
Kit Cornell Or Lily Pons?
Taylor Has Dual Talent
CEEING THANGC
by Catherine Gregory
Peggy Sue Taylor has many names
—Gretchdn in the operetta “The
Bed Mill”, the understudy of Nad-
ina in the Piedmont Festiral pro
duction of. “The Chocolate Soldier”,
and the former “Glamour Puss” in
the play “Nine Girla”.
Gretehen is naive, Nadina is bold,
“Glamour Puss” was sophisticated.
And Peggy Sue Taylor t Have you
ever heard her sing “Old Ninety
Seven” with a hill-billy accent that
far surpasses “Minnie Pearl ”t
Have you heard her sing “Un Bel
Di”t
“I always wanted to be an act
ress,” said Peggy Sue. “The music
just happened.” When she was
fifteen, she wanted to sing the
“blues”. In her first voice lesson,
all by accident, she vocalized up to
a high E. Peggy Sue was^so amazed
that she tried it again. She has
been, reaching high in the scale and
in starring roles ever since.
The wining at fifteen, of the
Edgar Stillman Kelly scholarship
for North Carolina, awarded by the
National Federation of Music Clubs,
was her first musical triumph. The
following summer she represented
North Carolina at the Deerwood
Music Camp in the Adironacks of
New York. “I heard my fixat sym
phony and choral concerts there.
I could never forget them.”
Salem could never forget Peggy
Sue’s performances in the Pierrette
plays of the last two years—in “The
Cradle Song”, “Nine Girls”, and
‘ ‘ The Minuet ’ ’.
President of the Pierrettes in ’47,
and of the Choral Ensemble this
year, Peggy Sue has combined her
two interests in many ways.
Her ' leading role in “The Red
Mill” is a proof of her ability in
both the fields of drama and music..
She portrays the artless daughter of
a man who has promised her hand
in marriage to one she deoesn’t love:
she sings the songs of Victor Her
bert. Comedy and tragedy and
beautiful music are all in ‘ ‘ The Bed
Mill,” which will be presented to
night at 8:15 in Beynolds Auditor
ium.
Preparing for her senior recital
on May 4, for her part in the Pied
mont Festival of the week of May
16,1 and for a musical career in New
York, Peggy Sue, a student of Mr.
Clifford Bair and Mrs. Nell Starr,
is realizing her two-fold ambition—
to sing and to act.
Salem Players Name Casts
For Three One^Act Plays
The Salem Players will present
three one-act plays in Old Chapel
Thursday night, March 18, at 8:00
p. m. Tickets will be sold at the
door for 30 cents.
The three plays to be presented
are March Heir, a comedy by Bab-
bette Hughes; Escape by Moonlight,
a psyehological drama by Kenneth
Crotty; and Lost Victory, a tragedy
by North Baker.
Carolyn Dunn (as Marian Carmen)
and Homer Sutton (as Jefferson
March' IH) the heir of a famous
poet, will play the leads in March
Heir. The supporting cast includes
Alan Owen, her brother; Zeno Hoots,
a business man; Ann Wicker, a
society woman; and Delores McCar
ter, the housekeeper.
Escape by Moonlight will feature
Lillian McNeil as Cathy, a girl who
goes insane when her fiance does not
return from the war: Sam Woody,
the fiance; and Robert Gray, the
doctor.
Lost Victory is the story of Agatha
Van Dorm, played by "Winky”
Harris, and her two sisters, Joan
Hassler and Flossy Small, whom she
dominates. Frances Wilkerson is
their niece, Paula, and Mildred Mat
thews is the maid, Annie.
Mrs. Berglund will be assisted in
producing the- plays by ^etty Mc-
Brayer: student director; Jane
White: assistant production mana
ger; Mildred Matthews, Betty Beck,
Jean Starr, Janet Zimmer and Sis
Pooser; costume committee; Sara
Hamrick, Bety Kincaid, Beth Kit-
terell, Laura Harvey and Lee Eosen-
blom: make-up committee; Mary
Hill, June Elder and Beegio Stover:
business committee; Jan Ballentine,
Clinky Clinkscales, Sybil Haskins,
Ann Spenser, Betty Biles and Janet
Zimmer: properties committee; and
Nancy Duckworth, June Elder, Nancy
Florence, Joan Hassler, Jane Hart,
Martha Hershberger, Martha Le-
Bey and Jan Ballentine: publicity
committee.
... A little learning is a dangerous thing . . .
There was laughter in the smokehouse and
the sound of cards and music. Merry girls
pushed through the smoke, shouting to one
another. All was gay and happy. The bent
little figure in the dark corner was hardly
noticed. Then BMOC came in, and saw that it
was her room mate, Little Mumbly. She went
over to her, and slapped her on the back.^
“How now, brown cow!” she said to Mum
bly, her tone a mixture of affection and sar
casm. “How ya doing, Lumpy?” She laughed
loudly. “Ain’t seen ya all day, roomie.”
Little Mumbly slowly lifted her head. She
looked at BMOC with burning red eyes, her
face white and contorted. There was a look
of madness about her. Fixing her eyes on
BMOC, she uttered a cracked laugh which
turned into a snarl.
“Money!” she said, and lurched to her
feet. She looked quicklj'^ about, then ran out
of the room, her insane laugh floating back.
Silence like a cold wet blanket fell on the
smokehouse, and a shudder passed through the
room.
“Mirabile dictum—what was that!” gasped
Eagerbeve, as soon as she could speak.*
BMOC turned sadly to the, stricken girls.
“The worse l\as finally happened. Her mind
has snapped.”
She walked over and sat down. “It all
began about a month ago,” she said, continuing
her story. “Little Mumbly was taking Econo
mics, Miss C. showed them all about money,
and what you could do with it. Then she lec
tured one day on How to Make a Million Dol
lars in the Stock Market.
Well, Mumbly didn’t think much about it
at the time. Then Miss S. in Sociology showed
them what happened to people who didn’t
have any money. Mumbly was chilled consid
erably.
“Then Miss W. in a p.sychology class,
proved that everyone is as nutty as a fruitcake,
and that the only way to get “adjusted” was
to go to a psychiatrist, and they cost money.
Mumbly became alarmed.
“Several days later, Mumbly, in a moment
of meditation in Philosophy class, suddenly
realized that in spite of what those philosophers
were saying. Money was really the root, and
the most important thing in the world!
“This nearly floored her, for although this
doctrine is the basis of our life, people do not
come right out and say it. And, as you know,
Mumbly is not the type of girl to catch under
tones.
“Her next class was History. Mr. L. spoke
of merchant princes, and bankers, and great
sums of money. He talked of Spanish con
quest and piles of gold, and how wars were
started or stopped because of money, and it
wasn’t at all what they had told her in Civics
class in High School. Little Mumbly, shaken
before, felt herself totter.
“More lectures came. And ever present,
to catch her eye, was the infernal Gold Phi
Beta Kappa keys on the chest of the faculty.
Her mind snapped, and you have seen the
rest.” BMOC wiped away a tear as she finished
her tale.
“Yea, it gets some that way,” s^id Eager-
beev. “It’s like finding out about life, or Santa
Claus. Some can’t take it.”
They all turned to their bridge, saddened.