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November 9. IQ'^i £alt Qe^te^udUm? Do we as Salem College students portray the feelings, emotions, and opinions of our generation? Would a portrait of our am bitions, morals and hopes paint a true picture of the generation that is depicted as being one of young people with confused morals, unsympathetic sentiments, void of faith, am bitions and desire for family life? A recent magazine article represents our generation as the beginning of an era of cor ruption. According to the magazine survey youth is unconcerned with the cultural as pects of life, advocating a more free sex life, prone to alcoholism, fascinated by fast living, ever desiring more money to spend faster, void of faith, lacking ambition, and even addicted to dope and racing with the moon We, the ladies of this group, are represented as ’being the most serious problem-—as “emotional D.P.’s” more concerned with a lite career than a home and family life. Are there living in our ivy-covered walls at Salem over 200 “emotional D.P.’s? Do we fit into the dark picture sketched of our gen eration? No. Surely the fact that such enthusiasm was exhibited last year during Keligious Emphasis Week shows that we are not faithless. The earnest discussions after Dr. Prank Halls sermons on “A Christian Marriage” is in dicative of the fact that we desire homes— and Christian ones. , j.- As for our cultural interests— the active debates at the art forums seem to show that we are aware of the cultural aspects of life and take pleasure in them. The panel dis cussions on current events .sponsored by the I. R. C. showed evidence that we are con cerned with the condition of our world and are desirous to understand it. Our plans have been upset by the Korean situation, yet we have made new plans and maintain our hopes for the future. The girls in Bitting, whose lives have been changed because of the war, the draft, still talk of their marriage plans, previously made but now interrupted for a period. They still have hopes that conditions will naturally evolve into better ones. They have not lost faith in the world. A swift life? Perhaps we live at a gallop ing rate, but we have the energy of youth that must be expended. A fast life with its implications of sex, dope and alcoholism, we read of and discuss, but hardly experience. Yet we have no “holier-than-thou” attitude. We feel that we are living—that we are not sitting on the sidelines watching our genera tion living a more racy life. Certainly there are some of us that are apathetic, some of us that only exist on cam pus, that live to be able to run, to do more exciting things and to think less. The majority of Salem students, however, are not in this category and as long as there are a few with hopes, ideals and high principles our genera tion is not a lost one. - S. J. C. ^alemite Published every Friday of the College year by the Student body of Solem College OFFICES—Lower floor Main Hall Downtown Office—304-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company Subscription Price $2.75 a year Chief Jan* Watson ;..ociate Editor - - J*an Patton Managing Editor - .'. - Eleanor MacGregor Copy Editor Jane Schoolfield Conv Editor - ^aye Lee Feature Editor ■■■■■- Anne Lowe , Make uo Assistants Betty Tyler. Barbara Allen Feature Assisants Peggie Johnson, Jean Calhoun >'ake up Assistants Alison Long, Barbara Alien .ad’ine Editor Batson >nHUne Assistant - Phyllis Forrest Pictorial Editor B*th Coysey Jypiets Betty McCrary, Lou Bridgers Reporters:' Lorrie Dirom, PhylHs Forrest. Kitty Bur^s. p‘!,;>i»ence Spaugh, Martha Wolfe, Jane Smith, Joanne Bell, .Vice McNeely, Ann Hobbs, Peggy Bonner, Cynthia May. Elsie Macon. Emily Mitchell, Jane Fearing. Edith Flagler and Fae Deaton. . , Feature Writers: Ann Hobbs, Lola Dawson, Ruthie Der* '■ick Edif^h Tesch, Eleanor Johnson, Eleanor Fry, Emma Sue Larkins, Florence Cole and Kitty Burrus. C (b Reporters: Mary Ann Raines, Jackie Neilaon, Sara Outland. Carolyn Kneeburg, Bobbie Kusa, Frieda Siler, 'niVy Heard, Lou Fikc. Francine Pitta, Mable Taylor, Sally Reiland, Dorothy Morris, Barbara Allen, Toddy Smith, Betty Tyler, Anne Edwards and Betsy Liles. Business Manager Emily Warden As:*t. \dvcrtising Manager - Jean Snof^ Exchange Editors Fae Deaton. Lll Sprinkle Advertising Manager - Ann H^bs Circulation Manager Martha Fitchett Faculty Advisor - Miss Jess Byrd Recollections By Gunilla Graberger The window of my room faces the lake with its islands, but if I look across the waters to the left I can see three trees towering above the others in the forest edge on the other side. They indicate the geographical center of Sweden. Generally speaking, however, Os- tersund is a northern town with long, cold winters and short sum mers of midnight sun. It is a smallish town without any in dustries. All its life centers round the red brick building that houses the se condary school. School is so closely linked up with all I know in Ostersund that there is hardly anything I can do there which does not bring my school years back to me. The dark cafeteria with fur-twigs strewn on the floor is only three blocks away. So close and yet so far . . . It is cozy in here. The windows are stained and they give a queer ilight. The smell of fur-twigs is igood. It is warm too, while it is Wtter cold. It is March weather, i I sit down in a corner to have tea and to light a cigarette, but the waitress catches my eye and makes a sign that I had better no . Not just yet. No, of course not see her now—my French teacher IS sitting in the opposite corner looking intently at me. It is tor- bidden to smoke m the cafeteria I get up, bow to her and walk ou again. I nod to the waitress--! H be in later. She smiles-under- stands. . , Strolling down the street m the cold I pull the fur coat tigh er around me. The snow creaks under my boots and the frost bites my ear-tips. A sleigh makes i s way through the traffic. The bells of the horse tinkle gaily but are almost instantly drowned out in the hooting of a big truck. I wo children on a chair-toboggan are (Continued On Page Six) Smoke House Madness By Ruthie Derrick An Experiment in Mood The tune goes on and on—never lower. Louder, louder, fast, and louder. Two hands beat the yel lowed keys—the old piano quakes and shudders. The tune goes on -—never lower. Smoke fills the air —stale, warm air. Nicotine-stained fingers hold brimming ash trays. The tune goes on—faster. Four bridge tables stand together. Hands clutch rows of cards—bent, grimy cards. Hands shuffle cards and cut them—throw them on the bright red table tops. The tune continues. The rhythm never fails it beats, beats, beats and never stops. Faces—white faces smiling through the smokey air. Mouths moving in time to the music. Louder and louder-the tune and the voices. Will they always stay in rythym — moving hands and mouths keeping time to the throb bing tune — the hateful, pulsating tune? A bell screams above the din. Two hands hit a minor chord on the yellowed keys—the tune stops. Hands drop cards and settle on the bright red table tops. Smiling mouths cease to move. Quiet hour is here—Thank God! Deew Papa... By Anne Lowe Dear Papa’ We understand that prices are going up again because of the new excise taxes. Cigarettes have gone up one cent a pack, whiskey, costs 26 to 70 cents more a fifth and mechanical pencils, cigarette light ers, gasoline, new cars, electric dishwashers, lawnmowers and skis have also gone up. Of course all that will bother us girls will be the taxes on skis, dishwashers and mechanical pencils. Lest week we had the pleasure of entertaining some foreigners who had been fighting in Korea. Citizen Truman met these men in Washington and told , t h e m “if there’s anybody around the country that doesn’t treat you right, why you tell ME”. We tried. Mister President. Papa, I noticed in a couple of magazines that a feller named John R. Hardy, sold some Atlanta Ne groes a mixture of poisonous methyl alcohol, well water, peach flavoring and moonshine. As a result 350 people were put in the hospital, dozens of folks were almost blinded, two lost all sight and 37 died. It’s bootleggers like this that make even a lady like me want to I say bad words. I Some folks say that the present ! head of the Democratic party is violating the 10 commandments and ‘ the Constitution in a manner that has Moses and Jefferson both turning over in their graves. Guess everybody is wondering what Gen eral Ike is going to do about taking things in his hands. Mister Tru man must be wondering too, be cause he “invited” the General to come visit him. They talked for a long time but said there was no discussion of politics. If they didn’t talk politics I bet it wasn’t Truman’s fault. Miss Ava Gardner and Mr. Frank Sinatra have gotten their marriage license, The application was filed 24 hours after Mr. Sina tra got his divorce from Mrs. Sinatra. Sometimes I get the notion that this marriage business don’t hold much ground with folks now-a-days. Your ever lov’en daughter, Anne G^d’s Strange Math By Dr. Julian Lake Note that Jesus said, “Let no man put asunder what God has joined together.” Sometimes the man is an outlaw. I mean by that, he comes into the marriage situ ation to break up the family; and surely, my dear friends, adultery is a tragic fact in American life. I had a man, one of my officers in my last pastorate, say to me that the most prevalent sin in that par ticular city, and perhaps it is true here also, was the sin of adultery. It is condemned more than any other sin by the Bible. Note another thing: Jesus said that these two would become one. Someone has called this God’s strange mathematics where you take one plus one equals one. Now, you see, you and I always thought that one plus one equaled two, but not in marriage. That is only in grammar school arithmetic, but not in wedlock. One plus one equals one. The man and the woman become one, and nobody ought to be permitted to break them apart. Let’s go on with this: “If any here present can show just cause why these persons may not law fully be joined together in mar riage, let them now speak, or hereafter forever hold their peace.” There are a great many people who wish we would leave that out, but that is the one thing we need to leave in. It is for the benefit of the people who have come to the wedding. Now, definitely, if you have got anything to say why these two should not be joined in marriage, you ought to say it. Be sure you say it before they are married and not after. That is the point of this. Now, of course, if you know the man has a wife and three children back in Ohio, you ought to tell it. Someone has said that they never had been to a wedding where anybody ever stood up and made answer to this parti cular charge, but at one of the first weddings I ever had, that happened. When I said if any man here knows just cause why these should not be lawfully joined (Contiaued On Pa(c Six) isy Eaye Lee Katy rushed around her room gathering up her best clothes to put on. Thank goodness her roommate had left her fur coat at school this weekend. Katy had dreamed of this weekend since she first got her pin. Now at last she would meet Oscar’s family! She could already hear them saying, “My dear, we ^ can hardly wait to have you in our family.” Naturally she did not want them to accept her on her good looks and poise alone, so she would tell them some of her many qualifications. How im pressed they would be that she sang a live measure solo in the choral ensemble concert, once wrote an article in the Salemite, had ivon five points in athletics and had been a corn stalk in May Day. Katy finished dressing and hurried uptown just making the bus to Broadslah, Oscar’s hometown. ' After a five hour drive during which the bus completely circled the town (as buses are likely to do), Katy leaped off into the arms of the waiting Oscar. He kissed her hands in his usual continental manner and then led her to the car. “How lucky that you came this weekend,” Oscar said. “My tw’o grandmothers are here, Now don’t be afraid of Great-ma. She doesn’t ' believe in marriage and suspects you of be lieving in it, but pay no attention to her, Grand-ma will love you as she likes anything Great-ma doesn’t like.” Katy almost lost her confidence at hearing this, but as she always had a ivay with sweet old women she would try to charm them. When Oscar and Katy opened the door and stepped into the hall, Katy began to feel a slight trembling in the knees. Then she heard a sharp voice say, “You’ve got your fraternity pin on wrong.” Katy grasped Oscar’s hand for support as she turned to face the speaker and mumbled, “Really?” Oscar introduced her to his sister, Sylvia. Giving Katy her cigarette holder to hold, sophisticated Sylvia condescendingly re-pinned Katy’s pin with the knowing hand of one who has worn four. Katy watched mornfully as Oscar disap peared up the stairs leaving her to face the family alone. Sylvia said, “Come, my pet, and meet mater and pater.” Katy follo^ved her into the living room and turned on her most dazzling smile. She shook hands with Oscar’s mother, father and two grandmothers. As she collapsed to the sofa by herself she realized with horror that she could not re member a thing that she had said- She only hoped she sounded intelligent. Katy turned to Oscar’s Great-ma who was sitting stiffly in the straight backed chair next to her. Katy searched for somethmg particularly sparkling to say to her and final y blurted out, “Uh, have you known Oscar very long?” Katy received only a cold stare e her question. Then the grandmother cleare her throat and said, “Miss Kombs, I snppos? your family has always lived in North Caro lina?” Katy said, “Yes ma’am,” feeling all the time that the woman had been reading too miich of William Byrd about the riff-raff t a first settled North Carolina. “We have always been Virginians, of course. Perhaps you have heard Oscar mention a marr Hedy, the lovely girl he used to da when he visited me. Why, I couldn’t keep i away in the summers. Lamarr was six cousin to Chief Justice Spatz. Of course P know him. Lamarr is such an intellige^ ’ She holds five degrees and is Phi Beta ’ Oscar’s mother began asking her about school. Katy had to repeat her answers the questions directed at her two or times and still received a weak bending smile from Oscar’s mother, realized that she had almost lost her vo from fright. She pretended not to hear next question. . For the next 15 minutes Katy sat to the family discuss the worthless gw , ^ their cousin Ed had married. ^ nVed tears roll slowly down her cheeks and tna her stars for the dim lights. All ^er are of sitting at the feet of Oscar’s “jn telling him all about seeing President had vanished. Would she never hear D mother tell her about Oscar as a baby Her sad meditations were interrup Oscar came in and sat down beside her. be leaned over and whispered in “Relax, Katy. I can tell that they Rve y
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