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We JUke . . . Text Of President’s Speech [)r. (iramlej^’s (tomparison of Saloin to a community in his speech on opening day. In fact his analogy seems so plain that we wonder that we never thought of it. We hope all the Salem girls will remember their part in itianaging and upholding the honor of the community when something goes wrong and they want to break all the laws. We’re glad, however, that Dr. Dramley [)ointed out that Salem is not a self-sufficient community, but that it is a part of and af fected by a world that is in conflict. We ho[)c Salem girls through Y. W. C. xV. work, through contact with our foreign students, through their studies and through Lecture Series speakers will gain a concept of their ])art in this larger world. Dr. (iramley’s speech should give us a good stmd-off for a progre.ssive year. All around us are signs of material progress. The new seietiee building, well on its way to completion, is am[)le evidence of this. The new heating system, the installation of which has just been begun, is still further proof. The indications are for a good year. GUoftel... Monday our first morning chapel was held ill the Moravian Church. The large atten dance proved that Salem girls do feel the need for spiritual growth as well as mental growth. Dr. Gramley’s thoughtful selections of scripture and meaningful prayers show that he, too, realizes our need. Those who attend come to feel that morning chapel is a neces sary j)art of their college life. In a full and busy day of going to classes, conferences and meetings, morning chapel gives Salem girls the one opportunity for a moment of (pact and. meditation. A*t l^HpJjeCui04ii Siti^XitLOit Have you ever been to breakfast at eight o’clock and found that you have to push aside a stack of dirty dishes before you could s('t your own bri'akfast dpwn on the table? It is not an uncommon experience. The 1. R. S. has announced that calldowns will be given for failure to remove breakfast dishes off the fable; we think this an excellent idea. We hojie that it will have an immediate effect on an unpleasant situation . 2>eaxi ZdUoxi . . . Envy you the Salemite staff, catacombs, Mr. Cash ion and Gramley boys. Know you will have best year ever with such good editors and staff. Love, Dale (Editor’s Note: the above is a telegram re ceived by the editors from last year's editor- in child', Dale Smith.) Zi)t Salemite iw* c»«ih. r ri EDITORAL DEPARTMENT K.ditor-in-Chief Clara Relle LeGrand .As.sociate Editor Lee Rosenbloom .Associate Editor Mary Lib Weaver .Assistant Editor . Lola Dawson Make-up Editor Margaret Thomas Copy Editor . Jane Watson Music Editor . Muggins Bowman Sports Editors; Adrienne MeCutcheon, Marilyn Samuel. Pictorial Editor Sis Hines Typist: Peggy Chears, Faculty .Advisor; Miss less Byrd. Editorial Staff; Sybel Haskins, Winkie Harris, Polly Hartle, Fay Stickney, Betty Leppert, Sis Pooser. Editorial Assistants : Charlotte Woods, Eleanor Mc Gregor, Lorrie Dirom, Jane Fearing, Anne Lowe, Ann Simpson, Carolyn Harris, Elsie Macon, Loma Faye Cuthbertson, Kitty Burrus. Business Manager Betty Griffin Advertising Manager ..Carolyn Harris Asst. Advertising Manager Jane Schoolfield Circulation Manager Clara Justice (Continu-d from page or.e) realistic in f.icing the future. But are you? Are you prepared for what it takes? The world which you face beck ons to you. It doesn’t promise an easy, hilarious, joyful existence, t never has. Although some people have come to think life offers a free ride and government promises a hand-out, that isn’t the , case; in one form or another, everything we receive has its price. Thus far in life, you have been considerably sheltered because, in this country, it has been possible for parents to protect children and young people in a way that the parents of our visiting students from Austria, Germany and France could not shield their children, I know also that the conditions of life which you have known are natural and normal to you. This is so because it’s the only tpye of life and atmosphere you have been able to experience. Some commentators may tell you this is the worst period mankind has ever faced, and T am not in a position to tell you it isn t. But I do know people have been en slaved before and their ways of life threatened. History, actually, is the story of one crisis after another in mankind’s affairs, the im portant fact to us is that this period is our era in time, yours and mine. It is, thus, both.the best and the worst periods from our limited viewpoints. My plea is that we do our individual best to im prove it. The starting point, quite obviously, is with ourselves as individuals, and from there, like the circling wave lets formed by dropping a pebble in a pond, we influence those we touch and meet. Individually, thus, each person can be of tremendous importance. You are on the march, in vary ing stages of progress, as you undertake this year within the por tals of Salem, I would urge you to give your best, in the classroom and elsewhere. And because you are preparing for what follows, I would urge that you view the cam pus community of which you are a part as a unit of society, almost as a political sub-division in the same sense that your home town is such a unit. Think of yourself not merely as students, but as citizens of a small city, for Salem is like a small city within the larger municipality of Winston-Salem, It is not self-suf ficient, just as W’inston-Salem is not self-sufficient, but this geo graphical spot is a distinctive entity nevertheless. Salem has no fire department of its own, it is true, and no separate water supply; but it does have a shopping center, moving picture equipment, an indoor and outdoor theatre, parks, a carpenter shop, a laundry, a bake shop, a conserva tory of music, a library, a hospital, a recreation department, a news paper, a fine arts studio, a YWCA, a bank, a town hall, all sorts of women’s clubs, and even a men’s service club. Miss Perryman is tax collector; Miss Hixson, superintendent of schools; Mrs. Heidbreder, assisted by Miss Carlson and the House I residents, the closest we can come to a Police Department; Miss Simpson is recorder of vital statis tics ; and Miss Essie Shouse, as head of the sanit.ation department, willingL' doubles on occasion as fire chief marshal and as super intendent of the street cleaning department. Miss Riggers, of course, is com missioner of health and superin tendent of the hospital; Mrs. Cum mings runs the restaurant, and Mr. French is city chemist; Dr. Welch IS head of the psychiatric clinic; Miss Covington is chief case worker on roving assignment; Mrs Moran is director of recreation as 've 1 as lifeguard; and Mr. Camp bell IS biologist and keeper of the ZOO. Mr. Sawyer represents the clergy; Mr. Lerch directs the muni cipal band; and Miss Marsh and Miss ku-kland head up the Cham ber of Commerce. The people in the Modern and Classical Language Departments serve as. court inter preters; and Bishop Pfohl and the Board of Trustees are the Supreme Court itself. I suppose, to round out the picture, I must admit that I am the Mayor, but I assure you my power is limited. In this little city we have traffic problems, of course; a smoke nuisance, I am told; a weather bureau within easy call in the person of Dr. Rond- thaler; and only very occasional cases of either juvenile or parental delinquency. You students, as householders, have the privilege of the ballot in student elections, the right to as semble peaceably, the right of trial by jury, the right of habeas corpus, and the right of petition to the Board of Alderman (seated here behind me). “So what, you ask? Well merely this: Be as good and helpful and responsible a citizen as you hope to be wherever you live after college. Look to the upperclass men, the student leaders, and the faculty for the qualities you admire and respect and then live up to the examples they set. If you find their feet are sometimes made of clay, keep your eyes up, and fall in love with some ideals. We need more responsible and more intelligent citizens in America if the proved fundamental strengths of our form of government and our way of life are to be preserved. We need faith in our country and in what it stands for in the matter of individual human rights, but we need good works to bolster our faith and our country. We need a new awareness of the price of citizenship and an awakened in terest in civic virtue. We need to understand that the only real com pulsion in a democracy is that which may come from the heart. Material shortages are around the corner again as gangsterism forces us to fight in Korea and to be prepared to defend human liberties elsewhere; but such short ages are only temporary; they will be met in time. The really serious shortages are more difficult to correct. They are in positive attitudes, in morals and manners, in tolerance, in under standing, in basic character, in will ingness to work, in acceptance of responsiblility. At the same time, we have an over-supply of some things: of self-indulgence, of im patience, of hypocrisy, of wishful thinking, and of the well-known psychology of something-for-no- thing, .Additionally, people as individuals and as citizens are susceptible to emotional thinking and decisions. They are gullible, naive and intel lectually lazy. They have ingrained prejudices and no desire to over come them. They refuse to go to original sources for information. They are label conscious, slogan conscious, easy bait for political and other propagenda. It is to be hoped—it is to be expected—that the educational and citizenship processes at Salem Aca demy and College will help you overcome these weaknessess and en courage you to assume respon sibility, to achieve some common- sense, and to take a stand for something other than the contents of a pay envelope. We need religion as we strive toward a better social o r d e r—a tolerant religion. We need edu cation of course, but education which provides a wider democrati zation of opportunity. We need a truer understanding of democracy and its responsibilities. We need more positive attitudes, greater faith, better understanding of each other. We need more tolerance, greater interest in people, higher respect for the dignity of all men. Our instinctive and com pelling self-interst, which so often is a narrow, callous thing, needs enlightening—desperately so. We need to understand that we all will be happier individuals as the people about us are happier too. \ou students have a keen sense of discrimination and good taste in so many things: in the clothes you wear, in the ways you fix your hair, and I am sure, in the young men with whom you correspond. 1 These are important matters to you; rumor is that you give a fair amount of time and concen trated attention to them; not just (Continued on pa^e four) by Jane Watson Acti was panting with excitement by the time she reached third floor Clewell. She swung her trunk off her shoulders, whistled a short chorus of Shastokovitch’s “Polka” to get her courage up, and crawled to her room. Her roommate had already arrived and was just starting to unpack her fraternity pins and stack them in neat piles of six on Aeti’s bed. Acti crouched miserably in the doorway a moment and looked at the girl who was to be her roommate. She was wearing an off- the-shoulder leopard skin housecoat. Her curly black hair dangled, coyly over one slanted green eye. AVhen she noticed Hhe (j^uivering mass that was Acti; she pirouetted around, did a Weidman pushup, and purred, “Alio, Darling, you must be my new room mate”. Acti, not to be outdone barked three times, rolled over, and played dead (wishing all the time she were). When Acti cracked one eye, Cassandra was standing with a Chanel-soaked Kleenex pressed to her forehead. “Really, Darling, do get up off the floor. I hate violence. You know it’s rather fortunate that you arrived this afternoon, two simply adorable gentle men are flying down from Yale for the week end, and I’d simply adore to have you date one of them.” With this parting shot she swivelled out of the room muttering absent- mindedly, “If you ever need me, Stevie, just whistle.” Acti hauled herself up by the towel rack, uttered a Rebel ymll salaamed five times and began to chant unbelievingly, “A Yale Man, A Yale Man—” By the time Cassandra (we shall refer affectionately to her as Cass from here on out) returned, Acti was swinging from the chandelier (and I use the term loosely) hum ming softly to herself. Cass finally enticed her down with dog biscuits, and they began to dress. Cass slithered into a little creation she had picked up in Paris last summer, while Acti pulled on her best cashmere sweater and recklessly rouged her knees. By 8:00 p.m. both wmre poised outside the reception room ready for the big moment Cass flitted through the door, leapt to the shoulders of the two boys; and they did a sophisticated tap routine to “Hello, My Baby”. Acti for want of anything better to do gnawed the corner of the rug until introductions were made. Her date turned his hulking, tweedy form and acknowledged the introduction by tipping his pinch-nez; Acti giggled and shyly kissed his hand. The boys arranged them selves on either side of Cass when they were ready to go, and Acti rode her scooter obedi ently behind hiccoughing happily. They could have gone to the “Stork” or the “21”, but they decided to try Hillcrest for| atmosphere. The w^hole evening Acti rode little pink and blue butterflies around the room. She wms at her sparkling best. Shei recited “Old Ironsides” to appear intellectual; she curtseyed after every dance to show her social grace; she told shaggy dog stories to impress him with her wittinesss; raised one eyebrow and wiggled her ears to seem sophis ticated and bored. Acti knew she was stealin? the show. Why, it was all the others coul(i| do (and believe me they tried) to sandwicll into her repitoire their tales of summers ab road, debutante balls, pah-ties and week-end ^ yachting. Acti was always on hand wife some of her homespun whimsy to change thy subject. When they arrived back at school, date patted her on the head and pushed hc| .1 in the door. L All the next day Acti thought about wba;: a wonderful time she had had, but she couldn't j help wondering, as she stroked her broke!>fe nose, if her date hadn’t realized that tihe doo| j ivas closed when he pushed her into it. i
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