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T H E S A L E M I T E
February 13
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Discussing the theatre with Miss Christians are Lynn Williams and Mary Wharton, members of the
Salem Academy Dramatics Club.
Actress Charms Audience and Interviewer
by Joan Carter Read
A glamourous theatre star is not
always what you expect her to be.
She may maintain her stage glam
our or she ma\- not; she may be
too-too sophisticated or she may
not; she may be completely over
bearing or she may not—as for
Mady Christians the nays had it.
She was not.
From the time she arrived at the
train station until she made her
entrance on the platform of Me
morial Hall Miss Christians was
relaxed, gracious, and at home. She
might easily have been a casual
acquaintance instead of a star of
stage, radio, screen and television.
She was amused with her exper
ience with racial segregation on the
train and dumbfounded by the sou
thern accents she encountered—
“It’s like another language”. She
said that she was delighted to see
clean cars and clean streets again
after the,New York water shortage.
In fact she got so desperate about
the dirt on her car that she went
out to the country and washed it
herself!
From behind a- ciq) of Russian
tea and over a long black cigtirette
holder she told students that an
actress has no favorite part; her
favorite is usually her current role.
Miss Christian’s last role was that
of the wife in Strindberg’s “The
Father” and she preferred that to
“I Remember Mama” which she
played 2080 times! Also in case
you’ve been wondering, Mady is
pronounced as if it were Mary.
But “on stage” Miss Christians
was a different and variable person.
(Continued on page three)
1 wish you could see the place
where I lived thirteen years ago.
It ts one of South Carolina s smal
lest incorporated communities, So
ciety Hill. I would not take any
thing for the year and a half that
I lived there, and I never think of
those eighteen months without a
feeling of nostalgia.
Ever}' minute of the day was
filled with a new experience. On
Saturday, free from school, we raced
to the general store with our pen
nies for candy. On hot, sultry,
summer days we splashed around
in the mill pond, and in the even
ings we followed our dad to the
barn and caught the cow’s warm,
foamy milk in coca-cola bottles and
drank it contentedly.
On rainy days we retreated to
the attic. There were three rooms
paneled in wide pine boards. The
people who had lived there before
us had left the rooms cluttered. In
one there was a life size doll which
frightened me. I never felt safe
in the attic until the doll had been
taken out and burned. There was
also a tiny Chinese tea set which,
to my dismay, was considered too
precious for me to play with. I
suppose the most valuable thing
was a tall grandfather’s clock which
had been left lying flat on the
floor. The face had delicate flow
ers painted on it, but the color was
peeling. How well I remember
leaning over that face, which struck
me as being sad, and wondering
why the clock would not run. I
never noticed that the works 1
been removed.
There rvas a colored boy nam.a
Tiola Bruce who worked for
'We promptly nicknamed him “t'
Bone”. To our childish sense of
humor this was ridiculously
“T-Bone” could do anything u'
cooked and cleaned. He chopped
wood. He kept the yard immacu
late. He particularly delighted in
telling us stories. His imagination
was ingenious, and under his spell
we met kings, beggers, fairy god_
mothers, and Santa Claus. When
we moved back to North Caroling
“T-Bone” came with us. He worked
for ns a while longer and then
moved on to another job. I don’t
know what happened to him then
One of our favorite sports in the
fall was “skiing”. This was not
skiing in the usual sense of the
word, but a game of our own in
vention. Early in the afternoon we
flew from the house, tore across
the gray stubble field, and scurried
into the woods. Here we slowed
down to a rvalk. ft w'as quiet ex
cept for our steps crunching on the
leaves. An occasional chirp of a
bird sounded, and the sun thrlugh
the trees made patches on our
heads. Then at last we were there.
We did our skiing on a small hill
cushioned with a thick layer of
pine needles. With coarse string
we tied barrel slats to our feet and
were ready for the take-off. Away
we went over the slick needles!
(Continued cn page five)
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