by I. R. Nutz
This is a warning to be extended
to all unsuspecting young ladies who
aspire to enter the realms of a col
lege campus. I am weary and old,
and wise in the ways of the world.
But I, too, was once young as you
and I was not warned of the
danger which is ever present on our
campus. There is a being of the
mysterious half-world living here,
which even now is among us.
The creature lives only in the fall
and retires to its home in the nether
regions during the happy months of
winter, spring and summer. But
then when the dreaded first days of
September come again, Sir Henry
Hockey, scourge of our lives, feared
monster of autumn, comes foith fiom
his hiding place and is ready to
strike the first victim who may come
across his path.
Perhaps there are some among you
who do not know where this goblin
dwells. His grim castle of brick
with its high turrets may easily be
seen on east campus. A long wind
ing staircase leads down to the roll
ing hills adjoining his home.
I remember the first time that
I paid a visit to his abode. It was
a misty, rainy Monday morning.
With about twenty others, I made
my way cautiously along the moss-
covered steps, shivering as I went
along. My scanty gym suit was
hardly enough protection against the
weather in which Sir Henry de
lighted.
As I neared the bottom of the
steps, I heard in the distance the
faint eerie laughter so characteris
tic of this monster. Sir Henry never
revealed himself, but we were
obliged to carry .out his orders
given to us by his representative,
the gracious Lady Ver E. Plump.
Soon we were all arranged in
our respective places on the field,
apprehensively awaiting our doom.
Suddenly, a shrill sound rent the
air- we had to begin. I heard run
ning feet around me, and began to
madly dash with the rest, in a
vain attempt to follow instructions.
After some moments, I realized
that the BALL was directly under
my nose. I swung my stick high ip
the air; at the same instant, I
heard the sound of cracking bones
and a deadly calm descended on the
field. Nearby, my best friend lay
writhing on the ground in an agony
of pain. Again Sir Henry’s laugh
ter echoed from afar. Lady Plump
motioned some of the players to
remove the body and “playing”
was resumed.
As we swung and hit and ran
and suffered, I thought of the
world outside and the brightness
of the sun, people laughing,
smoking, playing bridge, and even
studying. Little did I know it, but
my fate was sealed.
Some instinct caused me^ to turn
my head and I saw the ball coming
straight at me. In that split second
I thought of all the ,things that I
wanted to do, and the things that
I might have done. I regretted
having screamed at my roommate
in a fit of temper, and having
given the hall proctor a pie-bed.
With an inward groan, I knew
that I had read my Economics
chapter in vain, I could never hear
it discussed. As I sank to the
ground, I heard the call go out for
another luckless substitute, and the
sound of Sir Henry’s glee persist
ed in my ears long after I had
passed into the world of the sub
conscious.
Tes, my friends, I am old and
bent today; I have suffered not
only physically, but mentally.
Another favorite pastime of Sir
Henry Hockey was the exercising
of mental torture. How often we
were forced to cram our feeble
minds with facts concerning his
life; facts which we knew would
never help us in any way except to
please him. And if there were any
among us who failed to learn exact
ly what he wished, the consequences
were terrible indeed.
Who among you can brave the
ordeal?
by Catherine Moore
Pinch-hitting for fashion editor
English“Y” Representative Charms Salem;
Advocates International Y. W. C. A.
for this week means more than see
ing The Newest in clothes. It means
waiting to see the Advertising Ma
nager. It means getting, weary feet
trudging up and down Fourth Street.
At Snead and Craven the Adver
tising Manager came , out—eager to
see me. In no time I was buried
under suits of every description.
After choosing as carefully as if I
wore buying for myself, I selected
a sport suit with a boxy jacket and
very straight
skirt. The material
was a soft Black Watch plaid wool
en. In the common vernacular, a
plaid with dark green and black pre-
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Music Prof
Has Problem
by Polly Harrop
“Now, let’s clap out the time—
1 and, 2 and, 3 and—” “Try to
curve your finger’s a little bit more
_” “Not A—B!”
These are only a few of the ex
pressions that can be heard these
days drifting from the practice
rooms in Music Hall. Yes, student
piano teachers are at it again, and
the tales they tell in Methods Class
would make a Chinaman’s hair curl!
HELEN CEEAMER, for instance,
likes to tell about her tomboy.
Nancy comes to each lesson, wear
ing a hat of white gabardine—a
casual close-fitting affair with a
monstrous bill protruding from the
place where her eyes ought to be.
This “little angel” plays left field
for the Poohdunk Pirates. When
she was reminded that she should
practice every day, our heroine told
her teacher—Helen, to you that
she would try, but football practice
afternoons kept her pretty busy!!
BOB SAWYER, our only co-ed
“instructor”, reports that his pupil,
a very average little boy, is doing
fine, except he doesn’t know a
thing! He seems to have that amaz
ing faculty—somewhat prevalent on
Salem campus—of having each wor4
that his teacher utters go In one ear,
through a complicated network of
little tubes, and neatly out the
other ear.
FRANCES HORNE, on the other
hand, could ramble on for hours
about her “little cherub” who is
an “abominable sight-reader”. It
seems that Betty Jean is only a be
ginner but catches on quickly. She
couldn’t quite figure out the other
day why, if sharps make a note
higher, flats make it lower. As Fran
ces related, “We were doing fine
with our one f sharp, until that ter
rible b flat came along!
GERRY BROWN has her troubles
too, getting her pupil to practice,
and POLLY HARROP was baffled
when hers played a popular tune by
ear (She’s going to try it with her
hands next week!) But old timers
like MARGARET McCALL and
BECKY BEASLEY PENDELTON
just sit back and chuckle at the
mishaps of their slightly green ‘ ‘ col
leagues ’ ’. It’s old stuff for them,
but give the new ones time—They’ll
learn—or else!
Junior public school music teach
ers start their teaching this week,
so they shold have some interesting
tales to tell too. The “Three Mus
keteers” of that department—SARA
HAMRICK, EULA MAE CAIN, and
MARY JANE HURT—will have not
one pupil, but about thirty. At
by Peirano Aiken ^
The handiest of social arts is the
ability to attend a party, eat the
refreshments and make away with
out encountering the guest of honor.
But such was not the case at the
Y after-dinner coffee Sunday. At
the end of the hour there were still
dozens of girls waiting to meet Miss
Isabelle Catto.
Some of us were fortunate enough
to talk to this little, auburn-haired
English gentlewoman at length. We
were impressed first with her travel
experience. Miss Catto has not
“bin” anywhere, but she seems to
have “bean” everywhere. Altho
ugh of Scotch extraction, she calls
England her home—when she is at
home. During the war she worked
with the British Y. W. C. A., organi
zing hospital, housing and
Federalists
Attend Meet
dominating, accented with plum and
yellow-. The jacket buttoned all the
w-ay to the neck and had a pointed
collar. Assuring Mr. Eager Adver
tiser that I wmuld send him many
customers, I hurried to Penny’s.
‘^‘^"Robert C. Gray
The Salem College Chapter of the
United World Federalists was ade
quately represented at the second
annual convention of the state or
ganization held at Greensboro last
Saturday and Sunday.
The Salem Chapter sent Mr.
Leach, Mary Porter Evans, Peirano
Aiken, Henry Highsmith and Robert
Gray as delegates.
After rambling through various
store rooms and passageways, I fin
ally found myself in the office. I
explained my visit to the manager,
and he called his assistant. Comb
ing his hair as we went back to the
first floor, Jhis man introduced me
to the head of the department. Mrs,
Somebody found the blouse I descri
bed. It was white crepe with short
sleeves and buttoned up the back.
recrea
tional facilities for English girls in
the services. Her headquarters were
then in Egypt. Since the war, how
ever, she has done similar work in
Italy, France and Germany. At pre
sent, she is in the United States
for an international study group at
Columbia University and general ob
servation of Y work in this country.
Miss Catto financed her trip to Am
erica herself because she feels that
a unified world Y organization would
be one step toward world peace.
The Y. W. C. A. as an internat
ional unit, she explained, faces a
difficult problem in deciding how it
is to meet the needs of post-war
youth and stay within its special
province. The German Y, for in
stance, scoffs at the emphasis the
Americans place on recreation and
similar secular activities, and limits
its own work to Bible studies and
worship. The English program, she
said, is about midway between the
two extremes. In this respect she
praised the Indian delegates who,
having been relatively removed
from the war, could view the mat
ter clearly and serve as mediators
at the Columbia convention. ,
However, not all of Miss Catto’s
traveling has been purely business:
she also told us' of some exciting
vacations. Probably the most pic
turesque place she described was her
own home in Scotland—a fifteenth-
century fortress complete with tur
rets and a hole over the door, from
which one can conveniently pour
molten lead on the bill collectors.
Then she tickled our imaginations
with pictures of trips down the
Danube into the Balkans, where side
walk cafes and gaiety still flouri
shed. After trying for six months
to get ,a visa into I^mania, she gave
that up; but she enjoyed Czechoslo
vakia.
So on and on in this pleasant
vein, until someone noticed that it
was almost time for Miss Catto’s
next appointment. Trying to get
her to her room in time to get ready,
we braved the maze of Buena Vista.
On the fourth attempt we found the
right road and house and had to bid
our guest goodbye.^ In all truth
fulness we were able to say, “Miss
Porter Evans, Peirano Aiken and
I attended Dr. Robert Lee Humber’s
Policy Committee. Dr. Humber is
a well-known figure in Federalist
circles. It was he who introduced
the resolution in the North Caro
lina General Assembly calling for
world government. North Carolina
was the first state in the nation to
take such a step. The main item
of business was to decide the atti
tude of the North Carolina organi
zation to The Committee to Frame
a World Constitution. This latter
Then, with foot fatigue setting in,
I went to Ideal to wait for twenty
minutes. Just as I was ready to
leave, a busyl little bald-headed man
apologetically strolled downstairs.
I explained my visit and after re
peating my speech again. Little Mai
took me to the Millinery department.
I said NO to about seven hats before
the lady in charge brought a beret
out of the stock room. It was of
black felt, bloused to the front anl
caught with a self-covered button.
group is headed by Dr. Stringfellow
Barr, President of St. John’s Col
lege. Dr. Barr has been aided by
various individuals connected with
the University of Chicago.
Henry Highsmith was the Salem
representative on the Committee of
Public Affairs. This committee con
cerned itself with political action
on the part of North Carolina Fed
eralists. The proposal to present
another resolution in the North Caro
lina General Assembly favoring the
establishment of world government
was passed by the committee. Every
chapter was instructed to urge its
members to' write letters to their re
spective Congressmen and Senators
stating the case for world govern
ment.
Next door at Montaldo’s I went
straight to the bag department
didn’t have time to wait for tie
Advertising Department. I kneir
the clerk who showed me a small
boxy black suede bag writh short
half ring handles and a goldplateJ
frame. I wrote the description anJ
thought of gloves.
The Anchor had a pair of smart,
very short yellow cotton gloves
stitched in black. They were pW'
fectly plain except for a large peat
button at the wrist. Selecting the*
gloves was easy, because they were
in the show ease. However, the
clerk persisted in asking me wha
size I wore, seven though I had toll
her I was interested only in a des
cription. She wanted to make
Sale!
The highlight of the convention
was a lecture by Mr. Leland Stowe,
noted newspaperman and war cor
respondent, Saturday night.
least, life won’t be dull for them! Catto, it’s been a pleasure.”
Mr. Stowe said that personally he
could not hope for real security in
a fifteen or thirty billion dollar mili
tary establishment. How long can
the nation pay such a bill? He did
not believe that anyone would win
the next war. Some other answer
must be found. Federalism gives
that answer. He next launched into
the trend toward federalization now
in evidence throughout the world.
He cited the Western Union of Eu
rope. He seriously doubted that the
United Kingdom would have joined
such a union a few years ago. But
today declining wealth and the ad
vent of atomic power have made
such a union imperative to Great
Britain. Not in any way condon
ing the Soviet domination of East
ern Europe, Mr. Stowe said that the
peoples of that area were living to
gether as one for the first time. So
we see that there is a trend toward
federalization, a tangible’ trend.
Next, thinking that the weathe
might be cold, I went to Sosnick
for a coat. The advertising g'*
there immediately understood 'wh®
I was doing and took me to
stock room. I looked through rack*
of green coats before I found
dark green one I was looking
This was a full length coat of so®
‘ ‘ Cloud Drift ’ material with sligW
back fullness. It was double htea*
ted, had six gold buttons, set
pockets, turn-back cuffs, and a oaf
^ow shawl collar.
0
girl
Checking my list| of essentials
an outfit, I remembered shoes,
rushed to Mother and Daughter
rested my feet while waiting
the Advertising Manager. When
was finally directed to the shoe
I sat until two high school
decided on saddle oxfords. As
store was almost closing, the sh*
salesman brought out a pair of
ium-thick crepe soled black sue
oxfords. These were perfectly p'®*®
tied on the side. They also co®
in yellow and green, but I deoid*
on the black.
Sale®
As the doors were being lo®
I found my way to the door
the line waiting for the
Waughtown bus, foot-weary,
full of ideas for the well-dr®®^®
Salemite.