Pace. Two
THE SALEMITE
March 2. iQ^i
Sale^ 9I
1.
money made on major
3.
The
Stu-
pos-
pro-
3'here is little
{)rodii(;tions.
Royalty fees are from $40.00 to $100.00
per performance.
Paint, nails, flowers, props, programs,
make-up, and costumes are “extra” ex-
))enses.
4. The I’ierrettes are giving four workshop
plays this year that are free. The first
of these, “The House of Bernarda Alba,”
has already been given.
5. All extra money made bv the club has
gone into the CURTAIN'FUND.
(). Even though a major organization,
Pierrettes get no income from The
dent Budget.
Let me have your answers as soon as
sible, so that the tickets for the next
duct ion may be ordered immediately.
Polly Hartle
Qa/Ue^ . . .
Editor’s Note: this is an excerpt of a letter
to Mi.ss Byrd received from floan Carter Read,
class of '50. Carter was an associate editor
of the Salemite last year.
" I am the copywriter for Peoples Drug
Stores, Inc.—a chain of approximately 150
stores. It is my duty to write all the copy
block on 16 to 20 ads per week (full 8 column
ones) and to notify via bulletins, all the
stores of the merchandise that will appear
in each separate ad. Then too, 1 act as a
liason between P. 1). S. and an advertising
agency who handles our TV and radio j)ro-
motiou. That in\'olves selecting merchandise
for advertising, checking supplies and prices,
notifying stores and editing all their copy
both for content and style. You should hear
me sera]) with the agency writer on being
specific—.
“You remember how I detested 8:30’s and
w;is never awake? Now I am on my way to
the bus ^2 niile away at 6:45 five mornings
a week! Arrive home about 6:0() at night
\\hi(di makes it a long day. My drive now
is lor a car to cut down that hour plus a few
miuutes traveling time to and from work. My
office is ])artitioned off from the warehouse
—dirty, dark and noisy—reminds me of the
catacombs only minus that atmosphere and
with a much worse smell—that comes fia
the drug dept, laboratory!
“1 get a chance to be more creative and let
myself go when 1 do special TV or radio copy.
So the advantages in my mind far outweigh
the gripes.”
Report From Waldo
'I’radition, ivy-covered walls, a liberal e(Ri-
cation -that is what Salem offers. At least
that is what has been said, but have we act
ually stopi)ed to think what Salem really is?
Salem is the students and faculty combined.
Obviously, then, not Salem the institution, but
w(> are at fault for the disunity and disin-
iut(*rest on oui' cam])us. W e are at fault be
cause we avoid the responsibility of living in
the community and being a college citizen.
Next time you are among a group of girls,
look about you and see how many have taken
uj)oii themselves any of the i-esponsibilities of
college life.
As freshimm we are apt to feel a sense of
security due to blindness. We rarely (piestion
anything; we have no reason to want to be
individuals because we are complacent. Thus
we fall back among the members of our class
as we did in High School being one of the
bunch, being acce])ted. Thus of course, it is
difficiilt for freshmen to realize this personal
and grou]) res[)onsibility. For most of us as
freshmen do not realize that college life is
going to be very diff(‘rent from the high
school life w(> have just left.
Here we are to become individuals. Here
(Continued on page six)
There has been considerable arguement on
camj)us as to what price sho)dd be charged
for the major productions sponsored by the
Pi(‘rrcttes. We of the club would like for you
to ex[)ress your oj)inions of what you consider
ii fair ])rice to be. Address all letters to
Polly Hartle, President of The Pierrettes.
In forming your statements please take the
following facts into consideration:
rom
The student body wishes to express its svm-
pathy to Juliana Wright in the loss of her
mother.
The student body wishes to express its sym
pathy to Russel Crews in the loss of Tis
mother.
February 4, 1951
Dear Miss Marsh,
Maybe you were speaking figura
tively when you asked for an ac
count of my adventures. I hope
so, for thinking back over the
four months since I left home I
can find no adventure—per se—
beside which one in The Bobbsey
Twins Abroad wouldn’t seem like
a rip-snorter.
Life in a normal school—even a
French one—just doesn’t make for
derring-do. Especially when, as
here, the doors are guarded by an
aged and quite deaf concierge who
retires at nine p.m.
Nonetheless, I have seen some
of the things I needed to see and
have prospects of continuing that
\ ery pleasant occupation when
spring comes.
To go back a little, though: I
came over on the S. S. Washington
with a load of Helen Hokinson-ish
ladies from Iowa, bound for Rome
and the efficacious graces of the
Holy Year; thirty or so English
assistants like myself, sent (cour-
esy of the Institute of International
Education) to Better International
Understanding or Bust; a few tur-
banned Moslems; and a cortege of
dear old home-going Irish women
who gathered in the main lounge
every evening to sing “The Wear-
in’ o’ the Green.” The other pas
sengers were less easily labeled—
men who bought berets the first
day out, w'omen wdio wore slacks:
most of them bland. Average-
.American types wdiose efforts to
look cosmopolitan were somewhat
abortive.
We were all prett}^ excited when
land—it was Cornw'all—finally ap
peared through the mists one morn
ing. Everybody piled out on deck
with cameras and binoculars and
someone near me started quoting
in reverent tones, “I have loved
England, dearly and deeply—so
help me. I was all set to get dewy-
eyed mvself, but an Iowa pilgnm
standing by me got quite seasick
all of a sudden and my visions of
King Arthur and Tintagel sort of
got lost in the shuffle.
We landed at Le Havre on Sep
tember 20. A couple of days ^ m
Paris, then I went to Montpellier.
During the two weeks left before
the opening of school I stayed
there wdth some family friends who
showed me part of Provence and
were endlessly patient with my
French—which was (and, I fear,
still is) sort of an ad lib concoction
in the present tense with a noun
or two and no attempt at gender
or number. The countr}' there
abouts is lovely (I use that ad
jective advisedly and at the risk
of incurring Miss Byrd’s w’rath);
Van Gogh’s Arles landscapes
understate, if anything, but they
give an idea of the blue sky and
sea, the yellow-white sand, the
green pines and the patina of the
stones and old buildings. Those
two weeks alone would have pretty
well made this year worthwhile:
I’m going back when school is
over.
After Provence, the region here
is an anticlimax. Even the Guide
Blue, known for its fulsome praise
of any place whatever, summarily
dismisses the town with: “Agen.
Prefecture of the Lot-et-Garonne;
bishopric; noted for its stuffed
(Continued on page three)
"Sleep Till Noon”
By Bessie Leppert
.Acting upon the wise advice of
his father (who often spoke highly
of Dillinger), Harry Riddle sets
out to “get rich and sleep ’till
noon”. Harr y, the poor and
undernourished issue of an unem
ployed capmaker, who lost his bus
iness during the hat fad engend
ered by the Coolidge election, longs
to prove what so many shy, sen
sible, yet ambitious persons long
to prove—that one can be wealthy
yet preserve his integrity. In this
meaty and abstruse novel of class
strife, we undulate with the hero
in his might\' mental conflicts and
social vicissitudes.
Sleep Till Noon, as all of Max
Shulman’s books, is iconoclastic in
its breezy ribaldry; it ridicules
practicall\- everything, indicating
the following institutions.
Capitalism
Pedantry
Civil law
Dillctantism
Babbitrj-
Tourists
Race and Class distinctions
Speculative Philosophj'
’n loads more.
The style leaps from the erudite
(shades of Herman Melville!) such
a.s:
The ignorance I detected in
you as a youth has now
crystallized into a limitless
capacity for rationalization,
or :
“I had looked upon our
union,” I confessed, “as a
long conversation piece, the
two of us growing older,
but the talk ever flowing
until, at length, we are laid
to rest in a common sepul
cher”.
to the simple under statement
(shades of Ernest Hemingway!)
such as:
Esther’s hair was straight
and stringy; Marvin’s was
thick, soft, and curly.
People used to say, “It’s
too bad that he wasn’t the
girl and she wasn’t the
boy.” These comments
caused Esther to hate her
twin brother, and that is
why she pinched him.
Such whimsical digressions as
the lengthy tale about Cowcatcher
Nose (called so because of an in
efficient operation, giving Cow
catcher’s nose the aspect of a cow
catcher) add to the “sheer fun” of
this book, although the real wit
lies in its candid representation of
the obvious. Its robust humor is
often excessively coarse (but it
certainly is funny). .Admidst the
slapstick lines, one (if shrewd and
perspicacious) may discern numer
ous connotations. The essence of
(Continued on page six)
Fay Gives Digest
By Fay Stickney
Services Approach Quota
No one has any proof positive
how the Korean situation will wind
up. Rut, because of Korea, we, as
a nation, are no longer still asleep
and wishy-washy. We’ve perfected
all matter and means of weapons,
new training techniques, and
proved that unification works. Our
manpower has strengthened and in
creased tremendously. The Army
is fast approaching its new goals
through selective service and en
listment. The Coast Guard is full
and the Navy and Air Force have
received strict quotas. It has been
stated that the draft does not in
tend to call men over twenty-six.
Yeterans will not be taken again
if they served 90 days between
December 7, 1941, and September
2, 1945, or twelve months between
September 16, 1940, and Tune 24,
1948. Since the draft quotas of
March and April are set at 80,000,
the Army will no doubt pass its
! current 1,500,000 man goal before
May 1.
Re -arm Germany
An item quite up in the air is
the strong Western Europe prob
lem. It has been stated many
I times that the combat forces of
our allies in Europe are going to
, be doubled within the next year.
The State Department has been
^unassumingly pressing ahead with
I its schemes to rearm the West
: Germans to the extent that the
Russians have rearmed the East
Germans. There have been count
less Communistic threats against
this plan and General Eisenhower’s
observation that the whole matter
was for the time being on the
table. Many say, men who seem
to know, that there are only „
comparatively few Germans who
are willing to bear arms. How can
there be a strong Western Europe
with no strong German forces
it?
0^
By Jane 'Watson
It’s funny how all of a sudden you wakg
up one morning with the sun in your eyes,
It’s spring again and overnight there are
green shoots on the willow tree and wild
onions are beginning to sprout in the square,
Everyone has to smoke “just one more cigar
ette” before they leave the lawns after lunch.
It’s spring again, but is it the .same?
The Juniors are speculating about elections
over “gin” games. Sally is designing costumes
for May Day. Peggy and Lou are packing
for Chapel Hill. Daisy is washing dishes at
the practice house—but Emily is writing to
Dune in Korea and saying, “I just know
everything’s going to turn out all right,”
Ann’s hoping Badger will be in dental school
before he’s called—There’s Tloubt, lassitude.
It’s spring again, but—.
Two springs ago I was trying to finish my
term paper before 6:00. I wasn’t particularly
interested, in “Queen Elizabeth in Plistory and
in Fiction”, but I had been sent to Salem to
be a “college girl”. Two springs ago it Avas
good to be secure, laughing, running up the
stairs two at a time. Sometimes at night rve
stood at a third floor Avindow and looked over
the laundry at the hillside with all its lights
twinkling. Those lights seemed small and
far aAvay. Betty called them “civilization
creeping in”, but Civilization never crept in
for Ave Avere self-sufficient, inhospitable. It
Avas enough to have blind dates every week
end, listen avidly to tales of weekends at the |
beach and high school days.
Last spring Avas different; about this time I
Ave found ourselves in the midst of Words-1
Avorth’s “truths that Avake to perish never”.
We speculated fleetingly about tboughts tool
deep for tears, but Ave talked about Phi Gams
and big Aveekends. We talked about transfer
ring because Ave felt that Salem didn’t offer
enough—of Avhat Ave didn’t knoAv. We felt
vaguely discontented. We began to realize
that Ave Avere supposed to be getting more out
of college than being a “(^llege Avoman”. We
began to be interested in Avhat Avas going on
at Salem. We argued about the Honor Sys
tem. 5Ye Avanted to Avork on the Sights
and Insights or the Salemite. We began to
be interested in Avorld affairs. We argued
about Russia. UVe read more.- We Avanted
to be Avorld citizens Avithout quite knoAving
Avhat that iuAmlved. But Ave somehow sensed]
that our AAmrld is no place for apathy.
The spring of our junior year has come. I
We see girls who have changed, girls who!
are miraculously developing into indiAuduals. I
AVe see a math major Avho reads Freud and I
goes to art exhibits. We see a music major!
Avho keeps junior breakfast going and disi
cusses Plato. W^e see Salem, not as the end,l
but as the beginning of being a “college avo I
man”. We listen to ncAvs broadcasts of the!
Avar ill Korea. We see racial and religious!
prejudices. We see doubt, lassitude among!
ourseHes. We see ourseHes indolent, realiz j
ing hoAv much Ave should do, how much Avel
have to learn—and Ave drift on, playing cards,!
chattering. We are juniors with the respon-a
sibility of being seniors next year. We are]
young, and Ave somehoAv still feel, that “every
thing s going to turn out right”. Maybe it’s|
because it’s spring.
Salemite
Published every Friday of the College year by thej
Student body of Salem College
Subscription Price—$2.75 a year
u-r, • editorial DEPARTMENT ,,
Editor-m-Chief ciara Belle LeGrand
Associate Editor ..... pee Rosenbloonl
Associate Editor Mary Lib Weavei
Assistant Editor ... Lola DaAVSOQ
Copy Editor Watson |
Make-up Editor ”'."..)l’.'.j....j.'.'.Margaret ThofflaR
Assistant Copy Editor Marion Watson?
Music Editor jgan Patton
Sports Editors: Adrienne "McCutcheon, Marily"
oamuel.
Business Manager Betty GriE''j
Advertising Manager ("((((ICarolyn Harris j
Faculty Advisor; Miss Jess Byrd.