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Page Two T H ^ea/L &(lUo^: ■' -We eonsider the present’procedure for re-,. 'eeiYing telegrams on campus a waste of time ; ' ■and trouble and an infringement on our pri vacy. Under the present system, .the only con nection between you and your Western Union is the Deans Office. Messages received during the day are telephoned to the deans and to the deans only. If the deans are not in the office, the Western Union company here in town has been instructed to call after a specific, hour or to get in touch with the dean off duty. And you wait! Under the present system, when Western Union and the deans do connect, the message is made out in duplicate, one for you, one for the Dean’s Office. To expediate these conditions we would like to suggest a procedure, agreeable to the AVestern Union—that A Salem Directory of Students every year be forwarded to AVestern Union. Then, AA^estern Union could deal direct ly over the phone with the parties for whom the message are intended. This procedure, we think, would save wear and tear on the deans, would cut down delivery time, and would cut down ill-feeling. After all, they’re our mes sages. A group of students. ' '' 5aLj& &hc’& burning wilk o. har-J, cjeoiliUc •flarri(2.. It's somelblnij learn in -frcsWmar) composition, I thmbv- by Carolyn Taylor Go^(yuUulatlcml . . . Until a year ago, I must confess that I had no respect for sand crabs. I ]iad never had much contact with them, socially, that is, and did not believe their intelligence to be as high as dogs or maybe oats. You see, I have known dogs and cats all my life, quite well, in fact. I and our hardy appreciation to Dr. Jordan remember one dog that I knew— and the Inter-Faith Council for the success of Air. Pompet was liis name. Oh,-Air. the Inter-Faith Dinner Tuesday night. Pompet was certainly an intelligent This latest campus group was organized ® know each other last fall on a provisional basis for one vear. years of It has as Its purpose closer cooperation among the various denominational groups on campus Mr. Pompet was a Republican and and closer contact between the student body i was a Democrat and we had many and the ministers of the Churches represented, heated arguments. But that’s an- Membership now includes the Baptist, Episco- other story ... pal, Lutheran, Methodist, Moravian and Pres- ^ year ago I found that I was h} terian student fellowships. very mistaken about sand crabs. It ACe feel that a large portion of the success all happened this way . . of this group js due to Dr. Jordan’s leadership. Besides teaching his French courses, advising Sunday aftemoon about ,, , , , 1 rv n c .1, C( ^ sitting on the the language clubs and the Order of the Scor- nothing in particular, pion, Dr. Jordan has found time to organize just watching the children play md and lead another group on to its success. the sea gulls fly. Every now and In a sense, the Inter-Faith Council is Sal- then I would sigh deeply as I had era’s own ecumenical movement and we hope troubled at the morning ser- that it will he perpetuated for the strength and ® remark of the minister’s, scope that it can add to the spiritual life of the campus. “Well, Air. Fox, or may I call you George?” I said, extending my hand to meet his outstretclied claw. ‘ ‘ Well, George, I’m glad to meet you, but I must say you don’t know much about anything. Have you read the newspaper today . . .” For all its dripping faucets, creaky chairs perilously low pipes, and bins of trash, the base’ ment of Main Hall houses a clientele as essen tial—if not as betitled—as that of the floors above. And Salem, for all her 177 uninter rupted years, would never reach her 178th vear were it not for her colored constituents. Tlie place is like a latter-day version of Erehiis, but for a lone 25-watt bulb. Instead of adamantine floors, there are broken bricks’ instead of sulphurous fumes there are the odors of pinotol; instead of the wails of the doomed hymn-singing; instead of the gnashing of teeth the clatter of pails and mops; and there gather the dusky gods and godesses who watch over all of us entrusted to their care. ‘‘Allow me to interrupt thee,” George said. ‘‘I never read news papers. In fact, I haven’t seen a newspaper in three hundred years. I find one gets along quite well with out them. Nothing quite us annoy ing as newspapers lying around the house.” He winked and shifted the monocle to his other eye. lost the Christian viewpoint, that there was nothing left in the world but greed and avarice and that surely another war was coming. “Well, I always read newspapers. But that’s not what made me so sad. I was quite happy until eleven o’clock this morning. But then at church, our minister. Dr. Felker, who is a very nice man, by the way, said that w'e have ail lost the Christ ian viewpoint. And I am just sad —sad about ail mankind” I sighed again, very deeply this time and a tear fell to the sand. Hampton, who makes the bell toll for thee approximately eighteen times a day. is an in stitution in himself. Besides keeping Salem moving on time, he keeps the front walks clear ed of Ilershey bar wrappers, cigarette stubs and leaves from both trees and compo.sitioii books. He never fails to open a door for a girl who i.s late to class or to tip lii.s hat to passersby. And, withal, he is a preacher. Hattie has a heart as big as these 56 acres of ours. Seniors, especially, are her pets—as evidenced by the remembrances they give her each year. Any day, all day, she ,^’an be seen scmbbing away at the woodwork in Main Hall or one of the dormitories. If we aren’t com- ])letely without a stain, it isn’t her fault. “Surely, thee hast some faith. AVhy only this morning at our meet ing I told our group that we must all have faith in Neptune ...” “Neptune, who’s that?” . . . for this issue of the Salemite was Peir- ano Aiken. ^i)t Salemite Published every Friday of the College year by the Student body of Salem College Now I am an optimist and always look on the bright side of things and on most days, particularly on Sundays, I have quite a lot of re spect for my fellowman. This Sun- dayr, though, I was depressed and could see no good in the world, no good at all. The eyes of George popped open and his monocle fell to the sand. He reached down and picked it up with lus claw and blowing the sand off, replaced it in Tiis eye and said, very slowly, “Neptune—the God of all Creator!” ’ Harry Lee is he of the liats—a different- one for every turn of the weathervane—purple, checked, kahki, black, to fit either his mood or the season. He it is tvlio empties the smoke houses of their aeeumnlation of whatever. And after hours, he demonstrates for AVear-Ever Aluminum. (He can cook a devil’s food cake on top of the stove—A. B. Cooking students, profit, hereby.) Downtown Office—304-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company OFFICES Lower floor Main Hall Subscription Price—$2.75 a year North CareUna CoOeciaie Prwi rtwnclr'*-- I had just finished an especially long and deep sigh when I felt a tug at my feet. I looked down and there in the sand, half-buried, was a sand crab. He was small and white with long claws and enormous black eyes. I doubt if this sand crab would have attracted any at tention in a crowd if it had not been for the monocle jauntily stuck in one eye. At the time though, this did not seem out of place—even on the beach. ‘Oh, EDITORAL DEPARTMENT “ Yes ’ me?” I said, ‘ ‘ did you punch Editor-in-Chief Associate Editor Associate Editor . Assistant Editor . Assistant Editor . Carolyn Taylor _ Laurel Green Mary Porter Evans Peirand Aiken “Surely, friend, thee can’t be as sad as thee seem to be.” ‘Oh, yes,” I replied. “I am Dale Smith sad as anyone ever was. I am so Make-up Editors: Helen Brown, Betty Biles sad that I feel as if my heart will Copy Editors: Joan Carter Read, Clara Belle Le Grande break. Surely no one was ever as Music Editor Margaret McCall sad as I am on this hot Sunday editorial Staff: Ruth Lenkoski. lone Bradsher, Tootsie Gillespie, afternoon. ‘Why, friend, what is the matter Ed. Assistants: Dot Arrington, Carolyn Lovelace, with thee? Thee hast all anyone Helen Creamer, Lila Fretwell, Mary Lib Weaver, could want—sun, sand and water,” Lola Dawson, Winkie Harris, Sybil Haskins, Ro- he said as he crawled out of his bert Gray, Polly Harrop, Prances Eeznick, Nancy hole and stretched his long claws in Duckworth, Catherine Moore, Sis Pooser, Clinky the hot sun. Clinkscales Fay Stiekney, Alarcia Stohl, Ruth -Sun, sand and water—humph Fmnertv, Betsv Farmer. -.t,, Typists: Janet Zimmer, Ann Sprinkle and Ann ''' satisfy me? McConnell . j''® is m a bad state. There Pictorial Editors; Martha Hershberger and Jane nothing left but greed—But allow Kugler. nie to introduce myself. I am . . Eaculty Advisor: Miss Jess Byrd. , “No need to introduce thyself ” he interrupted. “We are all equal Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Advertising Manager Joyce Privette and sons of Neptune in the sign of Betsy Schaum the Rod. Names do not matter Aset. Advertising Manager Circulation Manager — Betty McBrayer where I am from. I do not have a Mary Faith Carson name no-w. But if thee insist call Janie Fowlkes me George Fox.” ’ I said in a small voice, “you mean God.” “Call Him what thee wouldst. W e, the Society, call Him Neptune -down there-“his voice faded. But let us not get off the subject. Thee is unhappy. Wliy? Because of tiie state of the world? My dear gii-l, I remember back three hund red years ago—there was war and threats of more war. And we lived through that. And me thinks that thee will live through this. “Oh, fiddlesticks. The future of the world at stake and you talk about three hundred years ago.” I turned over and looked away from (jeorge. “Thee needst not turn away from me, and George crawled up and pinched my nose. “Now, thee listen to me. Things like war and mankind don’t change in three hundred years. Anyway wUat good IS thee doing, sitting in the sun and wailing and weeping? Thee eanst do something to better things. And be thankful for what thee hast—a sunny day, sand and an ocean to swim in. What is it I have read- ‘This is the best of all possible worlds’ Oh dear I probably misquoted. Do excuse me. The sun is setting and I have to get back home. Meeting tonight Do come to see us down ’’ ■But where-” I began, but Geo- rge with a wave of his long claw, scuttled over the sand and out of sight before I finished. ^nd that’s why I changed my opin ion of sand crabs. I haven’t seen George since then. Maybe some summer afternoon when the sun is hot and the sea gulls are flying George will come back. I kind of hope so . . , Bright is the guardian angel of Clewell does everything from washing blouses tc finding light bidbs—all with a seraphic smile 111 1‘emembering students names, she is second only to Mrs. Ilondthaler. Tarry Lee, usually called Pat to distinguisli him from his aforementioned younger brother, is Hattie’s comrade-in-arms in the upkeep of Alain Hall. Like Harry Lee, he was in army during the war—unlike him, he wears a mustache. Myrtle ivas until this year one of the mail stays of the dining room. Students alwaj rushed to sit at the back tables where she pn sided over and provided for her girls. Th .vear, she is at the Ilondthaler home, but sh is still seen in her blue and white uniform o her way to the grocer or to the kitchen. Penn has been at Salem off and. on k more than 25 years. He tells yarns of the ol days when Dr. Edward Rondt'haler was pros dent and h^ himself was chauffeur for th James Grays. ^ cigarette holder, a big npm Slid a vacuum cleaner are his marks of tiiiction. Winona is the doler-out of toast biscuits at breakfast, and serves the table during the day. Her oecasiona manding of impatient students is off-sei hearty chuckle. Lily Belle, new last year, is the keeper of Bitting. Sha is page in th' loom, blouse-washer in the basement, caretaker of seniors and a faithful re t.ie Salemite. After work, she perches pie hat on top of her head, and joins tor the Avalk home. And then there are others who c us, keep us clean, help ns wdth our s and trunks, grow onr flowers and km while we sleep. All these are a part ol a part we couldn’t get along without.
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