Page Six
THE SALEMITE
February 16, 195|
Salem Succumbs To Injuries,
Mid'Winters, Spring Fever
By Betty Parks
Salem finally emerged from the
snow and ice of last week for a
few days of spring weather, and
already the activity of the campus
is taking a new lease on life. A
new railing has been put around
the entrance to the dining hall to
protect the gay young blades of
grass, and its almost time for the
fountains to be tested and the box
wood court to be weeded. Pretty
soon the ivy on Sister’s will hide
the windows, and the weeping wil
lows will dress things up, for spring
fever seems to be cropping up all
over campus.
The first evidence of spring fever
always seems to show in the Jun
ior class. Last year it was Billy
Greene, Sis Hines, and others.
This year it’s Beth, Dee, Julia and
Violeta. Just let the sun shine a
few hours, and the juniors will
head for the happy hunting ground
beside the swimming pool for
some rousing games of “London
Bridge” and “Hook-On”.
Joanne Bell and Julia Moore
didn’t seem to mind the sun too
much—they went sun-bathing on
the thirteenth of February, which
isn’t a bad record considering the
fact that Winston-Salem is not
located on the equator.
Davidson is, as ever, claiming
some of the girls for Mid-Winters
this weekend. Joanne Field, Mar-
garet Thomas, Jane Watson, Mar
ion Watson, Betty Parks, Beth
Coursey, Margie Ferrell, Mary
Joyce Wilson, Betty Ball, Ellen
Bell, Rose Ellen Bowen, Boots
Hampton, Carroll Johnstone arid
heaven only knows who else are
taking off for the week-end. For
the benefit of Salem girls who hate
to hear derisive remarks about
their Alma Mater, Jane Watson
has been encouraged to take both
dancing shoes with her this time,
and above all not to go anywhere
barefooted.
Speaking of shoes, has anyone
missed seeing Lola Dawson’s brand
new black and white saddles ? She’s
had them six months, trying to get
the courage to break them in.
Sonic people never are too old
to catch the mumps. Just ask Sis
Hines about Russell—and right
here during Valentine week, too.
If Sis’s jaws start swelling, we’ll
know the reason why. Too bad
Sis and Russell couldn’t have a
nice long weekend like Jane Hart
and Tug. Jane’s weekends consist
of seven days noiv.
It seems there have been a few
casualties on campus recently—
and it’s not even hockey season.
Ann Sprinkle fell down the steps
and now has tw'o big toes on one
foot, plus a week’s restriction,
lunily Warden stepped on Jane
Watson’s foot, (Jane’s feet seem
to be the center of interest in
Talent Show
(Continued from page four)
last through another play?” philo
sophized Lee. “How much you
reckon we’re going to make on
this deal? A new curtain will cost
five hundred dollars; sure wish
somebody would donate—”
“Hey McCarter,” yelled Ruby
Nell, “tell us about your nightclub
act. I’ll call in a special director
and see that you get correct light
ing and the right atmosphere. Push
that junk in the corner aside and
let’s give it a run-through.”
“Itzs a luvly day and the birds
are singing tweet and the play’s
the thing andya gotta hurry wdth
the make-up audit sure is a luvly
day,” muttered Riegner.
And the poor, pitiful, ragged,
trod-upon, mis-used, faded, ripped,
tattered, century-old curtain flap
ped distraughtly, trying to get it
self out of the way.
this column) so now Jane only
wears one shoe, which suits her
fine! Gray Sydnor had a little af
fair with the steps too, and Pat
Adylett is sporting a cast or visa
versa.
Blake Carter is the celebrity of
the junior class. She’s the spon
sor for the Lamba Chi pledge
dance at Carolina this weekend, as
if just being with Grady wasn’t
enough.
Here’s another $64 dollar quest
ion : What faculty member sent
Emily Warden an unsigned Valen
tine ?
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(Co"tiiued from page two)
escape from this placid haven to
the tumultuous but invigorating
cataracts outside. Stop and look
at the tremendous decrease in num
bers in each class from Freshman
through Senior years, and realize
the full intensity of this rebellion.
In those who are left is a complete
lack of incentive for work.
Salem has gained the reputation
of being a finishing school, and in
many ways has merited this clas
sification. It is not only a stop
over between adolescence and the
maturity which, we hope, can be
obtained after graduation. With
all the abundance of knowledge to
be sought, the main key is lacking.
The purpose of any college is to
give us a clear topographic per
ception of what lies ahead, but
Salem with-holds the clue to life,
the way to apply these facts to
our place in the world. In this
way Salem traps us within its ivyed
walls so that we, like it, become
stagnant and capable of no more
than allowing ourselves to be car
ried in its vapid waters. Here
there is no choice of doors to the
future to challenge our maturity.
The fear of confusion is not as
horrible as the fear of stumbling,
helpless, through the wrong door.
In deciding to come to college we
admit our responsibility to society.
This is the time, 1951, and Salem
College is the place, the place to
decide our futures. Salem in itself,
is merely a plot of land and a
small group of buildings; it is we—
Of All Things
(Continued from page two)
per has an announcement.” Lucy
with the stately charm that befits
a May Queen and I. R. S. Presi.
dent, ascended the steps. She
placed her books upon the rostrum
adjusted her kerchief, and pulled a
roll of parchment from her bath
robe pocket. She had overslept
and so had barely had time to roll
up her pajama legs. “I have three
announcements”, she smiled gra
ciously. “They have to do with
chapel conduct. The marshals have
requested me to request you not to
wear kerchiefs in chapel. My se
cond announcement has to do with
books. Please do not bring them
into chapel. My third announce
ment has to do with pajamas
Please don’t wear them to break
fast.” She bowed, picked up her
books, adjusted her kerchief
hitched up her pajama legs and
descended from the platform
Shouts of “You done good, Lucy"
and “Knock it off” came from her
friends and enemies respectively.
Jane rose again. “We have a
speaker^—”. But it was too late.
No one was ever to know the name,
schools attended or accomplish
ments of the little man who had
hid inconspicuously behind his
chair while the announcements
were being made. For the entire
student body had marched out sing
ing their alma mater and headed
for Corrin Refectory.
the faculty and student body—who
must make it living and worthwhile.
Two Freshmen
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