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October 14 1949 ^anA/ana> Sfieaki I am glad to hear that the students of Salem have asked to be given more individual respon sibility in determining how they shall receive their education. “Unlimited cuts” is the prin ciple that should guide action in an ideal situa tion. However, as in many other things, it is 'necessary to compromise between principle and practice in order to get anything done. Students that realize that self-education is the best, and students ■ Avho have the ability to assume the responsibility of their own ed ucation, with the guiding hands of the aca demicians, should be allowed to have unlimited cuts. Some students enter college with these qualifications. As soon as they show that they can do their own work they should be al lowed to cut classes whenever they wish. Un fortunately, there are too few of these students who have matured to that point by the time they become college freshmen. Certainly, any student who makes the dean’s list should be allowed this freedom. By the time a student V reaches the junior and senior level, if he has an above average record, that is, C or better, he should not just be “allowed” this responsi bility, it should be thrust upon him. Students should learn to educate themselves while they are in college where they have gui dance available. Tf it is neglected until they get out of college, it may he neglected forever. Norman Jarrard 2>ea^ Pecently, we have had reason to be proud of the signs of cooperation between the stu dents, faculty, and administration. A'problem was seen by Dr. Gramley and has been solved by the appointment of a Stu dent-Faculty Committee for help on organi zations’s budgets and social affairs. Some serious problems which arose in the past re sulted from the lack of advice on issues such as legal matters, taxes, and other financial af fairs that confront the major organizations. Now with members of our student body working together with the faculty and admi nistration we can hope for a more successful year in financial affairs and certainly a hap pier one with beneficial -results for all. Carolyn Dunn T have thought some lately of uniting a letter to the Salemite saying good-bye to the students and giving a good boost to the new regime. AVhat do you think of the idea? I like those Salem students; they were my friends; and 1 rather hate to walk out with out saying a word. I have assigned myself a class of girls thi.s fall out at the Women’s Coordinate campus. My highest coiupliment to those girls will be if T can say that they are just as nice as those at Salem. With best regards. Very cordially yours, Howard Ed. Note: This is an excerpt from a letter from Dr. Howard S. Jordan former head of the. Modern Language Department to Miss Covington. ^!Tf)c Salemite 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 Editors Mary Lib Weaver, Jane Fearing Music Editors Cammy Lovelace, Kathryn Pitts Editorial Staff: Betty Leppert, Polly Hartle, Sybel Haskins, Winkie Harris, Lee Rosenbloom, Gene Watt Stokes, Norman Jarrard. Alumnae Activity Reported; Some Teach, Others Learn By Polly Hartle Salem’s 1949 graduates are scat tered all over the world in various fields of activity. Let’s take a peek into alumnae records and discover what some of them are doing. Ghapel Hill heads our list. We find Tootsie Gillespie, Dorothy Cov ington, Periano .Aiken, Jean Pad gett, Betty Holbrook, Carolyn Tay lor, and Mary Gaither Whitener, who is studying law. Margaret McCall is at the University of Michigan; Frances Summers is at Texas; Julia Davis is taking educa tion at Appalachian. Gerry Allegood is reported teach ing in Greenville, Jean Bullard and Virginia Coburn in Fairmont, Elea nor Davidson in Gibsonville, Daw son Millikan in Kinston. In the Charlotte school are Alice Hun- sucker, Preston Kabrich, Joyce Pri- vette Carr, and Betty Wolfe. Two of our men students, James Hill, and Sam Pruett are both teachers. September was graduation date for four who received technical de grees at Bowman Gray. Jane CbancMer and Mary Willis, Mary Motsinger, who is planning on a job in Charlotte, and Ruth Mabry, whose engagement announcement to Joe Maurice was recently in local papers. Jane Church is in the. art department at Bowman Gray. Diane Payne is with the Forsyth County Home Demonstra tion agency; Susan Spach Welfare has a social service job in Winston- Salem. Peggy Harrell has a wel fare job in Rutherfordton. Reports from Marta Fehrmann and Inez Llorens tells us that they have had a wonderful summer working in the Enoch . Pratt Library in Balti more, and that future plans include library training at Columbia. Har riett Johnson is spending every minute of. her time working in dietetics at Charlotte Memorial Hospital. Sarah Burts and Janie Fowlkes are busy with hospital dietetics at the University of Rich mond. We hear that Miriam Bailey and Candy Untiedt spent a whirlwind summer in Europe. In the group of “most likely to succeed” we find the brides and brides to be. Frances Reznick had announced her engagement to Joe Lefkowitz. Frances, who is work ing with a book company in New York, has picked January for tli£ big occasion. Porter Evans di Zerega is at home in Leesburg, Virginia; Augusta Garth McDonald is with John at Davidson College. Betsy McAuley Johnson is busy with community work here in Wins-' ton-Salem and is on the subtitute teachers list. ' Mary Patience McFall Dibrell is on the teachers’ list'in W’ilson and Le.xington, Ken- (Continued on page three) Frances Is Cosmopolite After European Jaunt Business Manager Robert C. Gray- Advertising Manager Mary Faith Carson Assistant Advertising Manager Eosalyn Fogel f.'ireulation Manager Helen Kessler By Frances Horne On looking over my “Impres sions of Europe”, there are two things in particular that I remem ber. One is trains, the other is tourists, more specifically, the Am erican tourist (la touriste ameri- caine), characterized by her sen sible suits, saddle shoes, and enor mous shoulder bags, which usually contain the following: soap, tooth brush, toothpaste, passport, comb, holders for different kinds ' of money, cigarettes (foreign after the first few weeks—L smoked an Al gerian brand, “Star”, which comes in a poison green package, and con sists of bits of wood interspersed with tobacco. If, after inhaling the first drag, jmu can stand up by yourself, you are also capable of finishing it. In order to be thro ughly Continental, you smoke the “cig” down to where the stub is less than an inch long and you are scorching your tonsils) matches (Italian matches are the size of kitchen matches and have a head the size of a small marble. If you are unfortunate;-enough to.have one lighted, or are dumb enough to light one yourself within sixty feet of your face, you are ready for plastic surgery), lipstick, powder, dark glasses, film, traveler’s checks, lumps* of sugar, (from restaurants, in case you happen to meet a han- some Horse Guard) and if travel ing. PLENTY OF KLEENEX. Most American tourists have the “I am getting the most I can -out of this,” look on their faces, but I must admit ours was strictly I ain’t never been here before. Gosh, ain’t it swell!” A European train is basically the same as an American train but there are a few differences. The inside of a car is divided into com partments which are supposed to hold eight people, and a very nar row- corridor runs the length of the car. Plumbing facilities on French and Italian trains are prac tically nil, while on Swiss trains they are pretty good. You must never, NEVER drink the water on an Italian train but must carry along a bottle of wine. Nobody ever minds. Dining cars are a rarity, but if you do get in one, the food is wonderful. The English have the most delightful custom of serving everyone on the train tea in the afternoon (for a nominal fee, of course). It is a grand idea which might ivell be adopted over here. The conductor is one of those hazards you might as well be prepared for. One time, coming back from Zermatt (Switzerland) where we had gone to see the Mat terhorn, we had an experience with one. To begin with, Leila Graham Marsh and I had slight difficulties getting our Billets des ' Vacances (Holiday Tickets) wdiich allow you to buy a ticket anywhere in Swit zerland for half price. VVe had not understood very well what they could be used for. In fact, ive just had a vague idea that maybe we should keep them. So we were 'Standing in the corridor hanging out the window admiring Switzer land (which is a very beautiful country). L. G. M. the day before had climbed a mountain in her one and only pair of wool socks and had decided to wash them out (her hotel had hot running water). They were still wet, so she hooked them together with a safety pin and was letting them “flap in the breeze” to dry. The conductor approached : “Votre billets, sil vous plait.” L. G. M. handed him hers, he pocketed it. She demanded back the Holi day Ticket, -w'hich was a thing apart, and started to reach in his pocket for it, but he brandished his arm menacingly at hCr, at which she brandished her wet baby blue socks at him. And I sort of think he said something about the Billets ex piring. We didn’t believe a word of It. I decided by golly I was going to keep mine, and I wouldn’t let go of it, so while we tugged at it, I in my Survey of Lit., French and he snorting exclamation points and astericks, L. G. M. took the opportunity to retrieve her ticket from his pocket. The conductor was momentarily stymied. Mean while, the noise had attracted at tention and eyebrows were popping over the backs of seats and out doors. For just a fraction of a second, we looked at each other and giggled. It was our undoing. He* saw his opening and bellowed like a bull. We were unable to equal his magnificent volume and subsided, sans billet amid great clicking of tongues and shrugging of shoulders. We two tourists, and as such messengers of Good Will, probably set back U. S. relations with the Swiss twenty years. By Gene Watt Stokes I am ready to leave. The bags are packed the ear is waiting, and I have come to goodbye. sav Back of our big brick house is a vacant There are a few trees but there i,s lot. mostly underbrush and wildflotvers and a broken paint-peeling scving. Long ago, tvhen our de crepit house was netv—when my grandmother was a child—the lot had been used as a past. nre. We still refer to it as “the pasture” Run down as it is, it has been my favorite “br myself place” since T was a little girl. The summer had been a path—lovely and lush and green—leading to a strange and frightening end. In summers past T had en joyed the golden days and nights with aban donment and with no foreboding of davs to come. But this was my last summer before going to college and b,v some strange way we females have of know'ing. T know next sum mer will be different. A year from home and of change wnll erase the lingering, soft out lines of childhood to which T cling. Tn June T counted months before the time to leave, but in August the path was shorter and finally, all goodbyes are said; the last day is here. And, now down here in the pasture there is no indication T am leaving or will be missed. The leaves are not yet faded and just a few are yellow. Looking up, there is only a green flecked sky, and the top of the fallen swing in which I’m sitting. Looking down, I see the ashes of a fire built in Spring. On Saturday, One Boy came liome from college, and we cooked a meal down by the swing. 1 remember how T watched him build a fire with pei-fect ease; T remember laughing as we tried to eat the bnnit potatoes and the greasy cornbread; I remember the smell of smoke and dani]-» earth aiid a clean, warm boy. During the eai-ly summer after graduation from high sc]im)l, T didn’t spend so much time in the pasture—T came mainly when things were vvi'ong, for this was a place to think. It’s funny now, to think that T was ashamed for an.vone to find me down there, but when my mother was picking flowers and happened to wander near T always appeared to be just walking around this way. I’m sure, though, she knew about my place of seclusion. I never went there but once at night this summer and that was near the last of July- It was hot and the underbrush seemed alive with crickets complaining of the heat. As I sat in the swing I heard somebody’s radio broadcasting a baseball game, and I watched the heat, lighting flash intermittently.' It vas no cooler here, I know perhaps it was hotter because of thick foliage, but the stars and the quiet did more than any air conditioning fo^ my sweltering body. Nothing exciting has happened the whole ten years I’ve been coming here and yet this is the place I hate most of all to leave. A da) in the sun or a night inthe rain; alone or with W boy, I’ve loved and made decisions here, but summer is over and I must leave. It’s cool today but then it is the middle of September. A leaf just fell on this paper ana it is hard to think the next time I’m ^er there will be no leaves to fall. Goodbye, my favorite place. Winter wdU h® hard on you, you broken down and lo''®' swing, as it will be on me. But after wmte comes the spring, and before too many day I will be back with a can of paint to bngh you up a bit—next summer we both will shin (Ed. Note. Gene Watt Stokes is a member of Miss ner’s Freshman English class.)
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