In at least one students’ opinion the Scorp
ion revelation last week was a healthy and pro
gressive move.
Any remarks about the Order of the Scor
pion available to the whole student body have
heretofore consisted of vague and cautiously
worded releases at closing chapels, in the
handbook and, occasionally, in the Salemite.
This has been true for the simple reason that
non-members knew nothing about the organi
zation and members were pledged to secrecy.
To be sure, students accept the statements
that the Order renders invaluable service to
the school and that membership is a high honor.
In this case, the trust is well placed and the
Order deserves all the good opinion given it.
But, in essence, this has been a secondary evalu
ation vi^hieh we did not arrive at ourselves, but
accepted because it is the opinion of people
who knew first hand and people whose judg
ment we all respect.
A policy of secrecy creates two possible
impressions. One is modesty—or, as Dr. Jor"-
dan aptly put it, “that such service should not
rebound to the personal glory of its individual
members.” This, I believe, is a commendable
but an unnecessary precaution. Stee Gee re
presentatives and Y cabinet members, for ex
ample, are known to everyone; yet no thinking
student would accuse them of doing their work
for the personal glory in it.
Folderol Plays Chaperone;
Sees Wholesome Movie
by Tootsie Gillespie
The alternate impression is an emphasis
on group exclusiveness. This illusion is cer
tainly not in accordance with the best inten
tions of the organization, and. the present move
has done much to dispell it. By revealing their
membership, the girls in the Order of the Scor
pion have made it closer and more tangible
to the students at large, and for this they de
serve our congratulations.
Peirano Aiken
Qacui 9dea?
Folderol squared her shoulders, set
her chin and spat sideways, hitting
the High Judge between the sacro
iliac and the referendum. High
Judge sat up, looked a bit surprised,
then said, “Now remember, Folderol,
these freshmen are looking to you
as a chaperone. Every brick in
this lovely old place will be looking
to you to see that their honor and
tradition is not stained.”
A few weeks ago an announcement by the
Stee Gee profoundly shocked the student body
of Salem. The idea of revealing a girl’s name
who had been placed on restriction is new on
this campus, and for numerous reasons has not
been well received. It goes against our grain
of gracious and civilized living. We see no
need for it. Also the reason behind their action
was given in such general terms that anything
could be surmised from it and the whole idea
was misconstrued. Perhaps it was supposed to
serve as a warning to others who might err
but it was far from subtle, and among educated
people (or those trying to reach this state)
bluntness is not always effective.
A perplexed student
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Five young heads and eleven
bright eyes nodded assent, their
chains rattling.
“We have cheeked on the movie
and have come up wdth this decision;
the Board of Freshmen, the Director
of Confinement, Chairman of Pen
alty and the Board of White Virture
have decided that “Sally at the
Farm ” is a wholesome enough
movie for you, as well as these
freshmen, to see”.
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Folderol squirmed, for she hated
these salt-of-the-earth, back-to-nat-
ure reels.
“I have ordered a taxi, checked
the driver’s credentials and had a
portion of the seats farthest away
from the men’s lounge reserved for
you.”
Folderol and five young faces
looked disappointed.
And so it was that five assorted
specimens of feminity and Folderol
fell out of the Azure Egret cab in
front of a movie. Slavering at the
mouth, Folderol picked herself up,
made a dash for the ticket window
and looked around to take inventory.
Her five little Hell’s Angels, how
ever, stood in front of a neighbor
ing movie and gave cat-ealls at a
lush picture in front of two semi-
reclined figures looking more than
languidly tt each other. The name
underneath said “Lust in the Dust”
or “You, Too, Can Get A Tan Fully
Clothed ’ ’, featuring Lushmouth
Smooch and Bleach Voluptuous.
“Hey, c’mon, stupid! Git our
tickets! ” yelled a quaint little voice
Folderol was dragged up to the
window and before she knew it, she
had bought six tickets, a Scrunchie,
a Boopsie-Roll, a Double-Drool, two
Vomit Bars and a gross of bubble
gum. She had visions of begging
alms on the courthouse square.
Once inside, she was immediately
deserted for a row behind twelve
Pine Curve seniors. She groped her
dubious way down the aisle, stumb
led over three legs thrown carelessly
out the side, four empty boxes of
popcorn, a seat detached from its
back and one small infant yelling
for its mother. Spent and exhaus
ted, she fell into a seat and lapsed
into articulate mumblings. During
the course of two and a half hours,
she saw raw nature run its course
on the screen—three lovers were
bludgeoned to death, the posse ar
rested the wrong man, the hero was
killed, the herione was strung up
by her father-in-law, the western
sun sank slowly on a scene of lust
and suggestion, and one little Pine
Curve senior left his seat three
times.
Folderol jerked back to reality,
uncrossed her eyes, -shook popcorn
hulls from her skirt and pushed past
the panting crowd to gather her five
charges. Instead, twenty-nine wild
eyed freshmen, followed by thirty
wilder-eyed Pine Curvers, sprinted
past her and made for the nearest
speak-easy.
“You can g’wan home now, sto-
opid! ” they mouthed and Folderol,
utterly despondent and disillusioned,
sat down on the curb and wept the
tears of one who knows.
Three days later, she was brought
in horizontally by two men in white
jackets, given three years double
duty pruning the May Dell, varnish
ing floors in the Alumnae House,
with instructions to sit through six
hours a day of visual aids under
Miss Grapejuice entitled, “Hand
ling The Teen Age Personality”.
Saturda}'-, Nov. 6,
... Id arbitror
Ad prime in vita esse utile, ut nequid nimis
. . . Terence, Andria, 1, 60-61.
My friend Willa Honeycomb was last week
producing two or three papers which she writ
in her freshman year. They were tvell enough
for a mere first year student; but, very an.
luckily, several of the words -were wrongly
spelt. Willa laughed this off at first as well
as she could, but finding herself pushed on all
sides, she told us, with a little passion, that
she never liked pedantry in spelling and that
she spelt like a Salemite and not like a scholar
Upon this Willa had recourse to her favorite
topic of showing the narrowness, pride, and
ignorance of pedants; which she carried so far
at upon my retiring to my lodgings, I conld
not forbear throwing together such reflections
as occurred to me on that subject.
A girl who has been brought up among
books and is able to talk of nothing else, is a
very indifferent companion, and what we call
a pedant. But, methinks, we should enlarge
the title, and give it everyone that does not
know how to think out of her particular way
of life.
What is a greater pedant than a mere fre
quenter of the smokehouse? Bar her the
movies and an account of a Carolina weekend,
and you strike her dumb. How many a pretty
girl’s knowledge lies all within the verge of a
college fraternity? She will tell you the names
of the principal favorites, repeat the cute say
ings of a party boy, whisper an intrigue that
is not yet blown upon by common fame; or, if
the sphere of her observations is a little larger
than ordinary, will perhaps enter into all inei-
dentSj turns and revolutions in a game of
bridge. When she has gone thus far, she has
shown you the whole circle of her accomplish-
drained and she is dis
abled from anj^ further conversation. What
are these but rank pedants? And yet these
are^ the girls who value themselves most on
their exemption from the pedantry of colleges,
I might here mention the sports pedant,
w 0 always talks teams, making goals, playing
games from one end of the year to the other.
Avery word she speaks invokes the athletic
u V ^ take her tennis shoes from her
She has not a word to say for herself.
a likewise mention the fashion pe
dant that IS perpetually wrapt up in the New
M . “d lost in hem lengths. If you mention
on a os or Sosnik’s she talks very notably;
u. 1 you go out of the Harpers Bazaar, .you
short a mere Party Girl, a mere
Athlete, a mere Clothes Horse, a mere Scholar,
“ insipid pedantic charac
ter, and equally ridiculous.
®P®cies of pedants, which I have
entioned the book pedant is much the most
ppor a e; she has at least exercised her mind
and head which is full though confused, so
person who converses with her may often
Irn of things that are worth
what he may turn to his own ad-
^ ntage, though they are of little use to the
arp 1 among the book pedants
small naturally endued with a very
a o-vpa+ common sense, and have read
crfminlCm
pedants cry up one another much
To bpa solid and useful learning.
klwW r books they claim
of thp would take her for the glory
der nf oommonwealth of letters, and the won-
tion vnn perhaps upon examina-
at^rr. p'' read a conden-
in Time
of obhpd indeed to be thus lavish
ther in ^raises, that they may keep one ano-
oreat den^^'f “0 wonder if a
of makinif which is not capable
denev tn ^ 1 korsou wise, has a natural ten-
imey to make him vain and arrogant.
D. S.