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2>ea^ Studenii: We are all back now, and Salem has begun to add another link to her long chain of years. The freshmen have been successfully (we hope!) orientated, registration is over, .and classes are getting underway. Another school year is waiting to be used. Of course we have made new resolutions; of course we have con structive ideas; of course we have made numerous plans, for don’t all these things ac company each new year? But how serious are vm with our resolutions, our ideas, and our plans? Have you ever stopped to think about all the things Salem has given us—the hundreds of unnoticed gifts which we all take for gran ted? Just to mention a few: our one hundred and seventy-eight year old heritage, which re quired more wmi’k and. sacrifice than any .of us can imagine; a name which is respected in all parts of the country; a score of Christian leaders who have come, left their mark, and passed on; a lovely campus with such beauti ful landmarks as Miss Anna’s pansy bed, the boxwoods, and the wdllow trees; an excellent faculty .who are anxious for us to mature and take our places in society ; a touch of the old for our esthetic taste in the light bell in Sisters and a bit of the new for our conven ience in the campus coke machines; and finall.y, an atmosphere of warmth and friendliness. Salem has given us so much and' what does she ask in return? She expects from us a willing and co-operative attitude. She ex pects from us loyal support in Student Gov ernment, in the Y. AV. C. A., in the A. A., in the I. R. S., on the May Day Committee, in student publications, in the dramatic clubs, and in all other campus organizations. She expects from us the best we can do in our academic pursuits. She expects from us a personal sense of honor in all that we under take. High expectations? I think not. Com pare what Salem has given us with what she asks in return. After the comparison, will we not take our new resolutions, ideas, and plans more seriously and try to make this coming year at Salem one of progress and improve ment for all? Louise Stacy, President Student Government Published every Friday of the College year by the Student body of Salem College Downtown Office—304-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company Lower floor Main Hall OFFICES Subscription Price—$2.75 a year EDITORAL DEPARTMENT Editor-in-Chief Dale Smith Associate Editor Joan. Carter Read Associate Editor .’. Ruth Lenkoski Assistant Editor Clara Belle Le Grand Make-up Editor Mary Turner Rule Copy Editor Mary Lib Weaver Music Editors Cammy Lovelace, Kathryn Pitts Editorial Staff: Betty Leppert, Polly Hartle, Sybel Haskins, Winkie Harris, Lee Rosenbloom. Editorial Assistants: Lila Fretwell, Lola Dawson, Polly Harrop, Nancy Duckworth, Sis Pooser, Clinky Clinkscales, Fay Stickney, Marcia Stahl, Betsy Farmer, Liz Leland, George Melville, Jane Fearing. Typists: Ann Sprinkle, Janet Zimmer. Pictorial Editors: Jane Kugler, Lorrie Dirom. Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd Business Manager Robert C. Gray Assistant Business Manager Mary Jane Hurt Advertising Manager Mary Faith Carson Assistant Advertising Manager Eosalyn Fogel Circulation Manager Helen Kessler I wrote you o.re my Lobby, dido'ir I ? McCraru ’ by George Melville McCrary, Indiana, is mostly one-story soot-covered houses jammed together; and men and women and children with lungs full of smoke-stained air that drifted up from the railroad yards and settled over the city. And strings of clothesline stretched from house to house and over cramped back yards shut in with faded white-washed fences with planks missing. And fat housewives brushing the'clothes as they take them from the lines and to remove . the cinders that come from the smoke-stained air that drifted up from the railroad yards and settled over the city. And men in greasy overalls and dirty shirts and hob-nailed shoes rattling empty lunch boxes on the bars of saloons to get the drink that burns the grit from their teeth and grime from their bellies .that they had eaten all day down at the railroad yards. And a little child shall lead them For in McCrary the children die first; Die in the streets die on the tracks under the grinding slashing merciless . ' wheels down at the railroad yards. And always the monotone bells and blasting whistles and deep-throttled roar of shuttling engines down at the railroad yards. And no birds And no flowers And no gardens in McCrary. Ed. Note: This poem was written in Miss Byrd’s Composition Class last semester by George Melville. The Salemite hopes that it wdl have more contributions like these this coming year. • by Logan Vaught It wa.s hopscotch and bicycle-riding weather but Gammy tvalked slowly home from school’ iuno-ing the shouts of the boys who wer’ playing baseball in the, street in front of her house. She scuffed np the flagstone walk kicked at a loose stone, glared at the peaek tree in the front yard, and did not notice that someone had hnng her rope swing from a limh of the old oak. Cammy twisted her pigtails which looked as if they had wire run throu?li tb.em. Mother had said that it was “just ado- lA^upiice” 4vhen Cammy had cried because she could not have a permanent rvave. And last nivht Dad had said it 4vas just adolescence wlien Cammy had asked for a new party dress —a long one. Cammy popped her gum and blew a large pink bubble. But it -wasn’t ado lescence she thought. It was ^re dance—the Spring dance at school—in the gym, with a ■juke box and real punch and crepe paper decorations. And Johnny wms going to ask her to go. Cammy knew he would. He had even -written her a note in history class that morning. Cammy stopped on the front steps fumbled through her notebook and found the note—“Cammy, do you know the answer to question three?” She thrust the note into her pocket and pushed open the front door. Inside, the house was cool and dark. Cammy dropped her books on the hall floor and ran to the kitchen. She could see Lena in the back yard, hanging out the Avash, her arms flashing black against the Avhite sheets. Cammy opened the cake-box and cut a large piece of devil’s food cake. She scuffed slowly hack to the living room, trailing brown crumbs. She dropiped into a chair and draped her feet over tjae arm as she thought. What was “adolescence”? She had had mumps and Avhop- ping cough and measles. Cammy wondered if “adolescence” was contagious. She squirmed, sighed loudly, and licked the last chocolate icing off her fingers, Aviping them on the ruf fled edge of her Avhite petticoat. Cammy jumped Avhen the front door opened, but it Avas just her mother. “Cammy I Camm-eee 1” “Huh-uh-yeah, Mother . . .” “Pick up these books!” Cammy Avalked sloAvly into the hall and gathered up the mass of books and ragged- edged papers. “Mother, please—” “Please Avhat, dear?” “The dance—you know—” “But JohmiA" hasn’t asked you, dear.” Cammy threAv the books into a chair. “But he Avill—I know he Avill. Please 1” “We’ll see. Go Avash your face, Cammy. It’s filthy!” “Y’all just don’t care! You don’t” Cammy thumped into the living room and looked at herself in the mantel mirror. There Avas a bump on her chin. She touched it Avarily. Sh® thrust a pigee of gum in her mouth, flopped into a chair, began to read a movie magazine, and did not hear her father come in at five o’clock. . “Cammy!” “IHih?” “Get those books out of this chair!” “TJh-0. K. Dad.” Cammy gathered up the books. “Dad- please—” “Please Avhat?” “The dance— “Johnny asked you yet?” “No—but he will!” “We’ll see . . .” Cammy ran np stairs and plopped on her bed. She propped her chin on her knees and bleAv a bubble. She fingered the bump on her chin, found her books, and tried to study, h’) she read Johnny’s note over and over instead- Finally she sighed and went down to supped' Johnny dd not come to school the next da}- As Cammy scuffed sloAvly home she thought of the dance. What if Johnny Avas too S'C to go? She Avondered if Johnny had adok® pence and his mother Avas keeping him hoffl® in bed. Cammy shuddered. She kicked at Ce rocks and moss in the front Avalk and dropF her books on the hall floor inside. (continued next week) Ed. Note: This paper was awarded an honorahh mention in the Atlantic Monthly Contest last spr^ Logan Vaught wrote it in Advanced Coniposi i Class under the instruction of Miss Jess Byrd.
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