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Pape Two THE SALEMITE February 15 1952 /! NeuA Zdiio^ • . . Tlip next three issues of the Salemite will be edited by the jutiiors on the staff who are qualified' to be eleeted next \ ear s editoi. Pe"gy Chears will edit the paper h eb. 22, Anne' Lowe, Feb. 29 and Eleanor MacGregor, March 7. In these three issues each girl will have a chance to exhibit her potentialities as editor. All staff members in particular are urged to notice carefully the next three issues of the Salemite, because they will be the basis for your vote in the March election. This week’s Salemite was planned by Jean Patton, associate editor. VI • • • Today King George VI was buried. He died at the age of-56. Today Princess Kli^a- beth is Queen Elizabeth II. She ascended the throne at the age of 25. The English people are shouting “The King is dead. Long In e the Queen.” A family love far removed from the cere mony of monarchy was reflected by the sor row displayed by Queen Elizabeth II and her widowed mother, sister and children. She mourned as any English daughter mourns her father, quietly and alone with her family. She’has tried to explain to three-year-old Prince Charles why he cannot see his grand father again. The'puzzled prince, who stands next in line for the throne, only knows that his grandfather has gone away. The young queen, the first in England since Victoria, realized at the age of ten that she would some day be England’s ruler. Since then she has been trained' concerning the duties of her father. During the past year or so she appeared instead of King George while he was recovering from a lung opera tion. There is no doubt that Elizabeth will take her position and duties gracefully in her stride. Originallv, only workers on the royal estate were to be able'^to view King George as he lay in his closed coffin. However, the young Queen ordered that the doors be open to all in surrounding countryside who had also known and loved her father. Those who viewed the coffin were the simple rural folk who offered their last respects to a king they knew best as a friendly squire and neighbor. There were approximately 1,400 people Avho reverently passed the coffin that day. Yet there are fewer royal families attending King George’s funeral than attended the funeral of his father 16 years ago. The reigning houses of the three Scanda- iiavian lands, of Belgium and the Netherlands will again be represented, but on ha,nd in January, 1936 were the Czar of Bulgaria and King Carol of Rumania. Where are the Bul garian and Rumanian royal houses today? It was at the funeral of George Vi’s grand father, Edward HI, in May, 1910, that the old order of Europe put on its last great inter national display. Eight kings walked or rode in that royal procession. All this- was not much more than 40 years ago. Th^ old order changes, making I’ooni for the new. Salemite Published every Friday of the College year by the Student body of Salem 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 Editor-in-Chief Jane Watson Associate Editor Jean Patton Managing Editor Eleanor MacGregor Make-Up Editor Peggy Chears Copy Editor Jane Schoolfield Copy ^Editor Faye Lee Feature Editor Anne Lowe Feature Assisants Peggie Johnson, Jean Calhoun Make-up Assistants Alison Long, Barbara Allen Headline Editor Marion Watson Headline Assistant Phyllis Forrest Pictorial Editor Beth Coursey Business Manager Emily Warden Advertising Manager Ann Flobbs Asst, \dvertising Manaeer Jean Shope Circulation Manager Martha Fitchett Exchange Editors Fae Deaton, Lil Sprinkle Typists Betty McCrary, Lou Bridgers Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd Reporters: Lorrie Dirom, Phyllis Forrest, Kitty Burrus, Florence Spaugh, Martha Wolfe, Jane Smith, Joanne Bell, Alice McNeely, Ann Hobbs, Peggy Bonner, Cv^thia May, Elsie Macon, Emily Mitchell, Jane Fearing, Edith Flagler and Fae Deaton. Feature Writers: Ann Hobbs, Lola Dawson, Ruthie Der rick, Edith Tesch, Eleanor Johnson, Eleanor Fry, Emma Sue Larkins, Florence Cole and Kitty Burrus. Cub Reporters: Mary Ann Raines, Jackie Neilson, Sara Outland, Carolyn Kneeburg, Bobbie Kuss, Frieda Siler, Emily Heard, Lou Fike, Francine Pitts, Mable Taylor, Sally Reiland, Dorothy Morris, Barbara Allen, Toddy Smith, Betty Tyler, Anne Edwards and Betsy Liles. Dear Papa By Anne Lowe Dear Papa, I got a letter from Uncle Dan yesterday, and he said: “It seems that a heap more of Harry’s boys are resigning in a hurry on account of bad health, especially in the Revenue Depart ment. It begins to look like Harry’s going to have to use the two-platoon system the keep the jobs up there filled—one going out and one coming in. I see where Economic Stabilizer Putnam says a steel strike would not be as great a calamity as wrecking the stabilization program. That would be true, provided we had a stabilization program. The papers say that Japanese students are “puzzled” over the Korean war. I reckon they’ve been .listening to Washington trying to ' explain it. That’s the way Ameri cans got “puzzled” over our for- j eign policy—listening to Truman and Acheson trying to explain it. Everybody’s been making a big to-do over the fact that a few : Los Angeles high school students couldn’t tell the time of day. I can’t git too excited over this dis covery. The way things is going these times, a few hours or a few days don’t make much difference. All a gal needs to know is that it’s gitting later than she thinks. Yours truly, Uncle Dan Well Papa, I trusts this was en joyable to you. I’ll have more news next week. Your loving daughter, Anne Call Of The Wild By Ann Hobbs After carefully inspecting her cot for bugs, Betty slid slowly be tween the icy sheets, pulled three blankets antf a wool bath-rode over herself, and heaved a sigh of pure ecstasy. Tonight she was too tired to notice the lumps in the mattress and too numb to care if a mos quito did eat the piece of her ear that stuck from under the covers. Having assumed the only position possible in the narrow bed—flat on her back with her arms crossed on her chest like an Egyptian mummy—she waited for the sheets to get warm and blessed sleep to come. As she lay there, Betty whimsi cally remembered her mother’s last words to her before she climbed on the bus bound for camp. “Have a good rest, dear, and get plenty of exercise, fresh air, and sunshine.” Rest—she didn’t even remember the meaning of the word. As for exercise and fresh air, she had had too much of both. Keeping up with' nine ten-year-old girls who tripped up and down the mountain side all day long like a family of mountain goats was enough ex ercise for any healthy nineteen year old, and Betty wasn’t even healthy. She was anemic and de finitely the indoor type, 'r'-e air had been fresh all right—and -about 65°F. The sun had not -shown it self since Wednesday, and here it was Sunday night. What a night! After hiking a mile to and from church on a muddy road, Betty had all her girls’ mothers and fathers to con tend with. Sunday was visiting day, and all the parents same to put clean sheets on their daughters’ beds and to smile proudly while their off-springs display their new swimming strokes. Mrs. Carr had followed Betty around all day wanting to hear all the “cute” things her precious child had done. Betty could see nothing “cute” about “Darling Jo”. Friday Betty had caught her smoking a cigarette out of a pack that looked strangly familiar. When Betty reached in the bottom of her trunk to see if her cigarettes were still safely hidden, a lizard ran up her arm. “How,” Betty wondered sleepily, “do the parents of such children keep their sanity?” Her reminiscences over and her bitterness dulled, Betty wiggled her toes, took a deep breath, and set tled to sweet repose. Betty , called a tiny voice through the icy space from Betty to the double-decker across the cabin. Gritting her teeth, Betty silently climbed out of bed, put on her coat and boots, picked up her flashlight, and growled, “Come on.” All the way up the hill to the bath-house Betty groaned, “Why' oh why did Mrs. Hollowell have to bring that watermelon today?” By Jean Calhoun Dear Cousin, So you think you want to come to Salem Best that you let your ’ole cousin who has existed for a few years of Salem life tell you the what, why and how of Salem before you jump right into the thick of it. Salem is (quote Catalogue 1950-51) “one of the historic colleges of America. During the Civil JVar and the Reconstruction . . . (Salem) perserved with a courage which has kept it open every day since its founding in 1772.” This statement, dear Cousin, was true until this past year, but the occasion resulting when Harry Truman came to shovel dirt for Wake Forest College was second to none in U. S. history and Salem closed its doors, only tem porarily, of course, for one afternoon. Salem’s catalogue has heretofore pointed a proud historical finger at Mrs. James K. Polk, wife of the President of the U. S. and Mrs. “Stonewall” Jackson, wife of the Confederate General, who both received their education here. Next year, no doubt, Salem alumnae will indicate Avith a boastful forefinger Lu Long Ogburn, (need I mention her credentials?), Rooney Barnes, Miss South Carolina, and Roy Campbell, the only gentleman in North Caro lina brave enough to wear a very, very red plaid lumber shirt into a dining hall filled with 200 girls. Catalogue again—“Salem College is located in Winston-Salem . . . which has an even tempered, mild, dry and healthful climate the year round.” Now Cousin, the climate here is neither even tempered enough to keep some girls from calling it ‘our hot and cold running w'eather’, nor mild enough to keep one from needing B. V. D.s on Winston’s down-town corners; nor dry enough to keep some of the dorm basements from flooding when the monsoons set in, nor is it healthful enough to cause a shut down at the Infirniary; but healthful enough that girls for generations have lived through four years of it and grad uated in normal physical condition. The buildings can now be seen occasionally through the ivj^ and are truthfully “original colonial buildings, quaint, sturdy and beauti ful . . . restful with their tile roofs, hooded doorways and subdued colors of a special kind of homemade brick.” The campus is not ‘post age stampy’ as yon said you had heard, but “covers an area of fifty-six and a half acres . . . with boxwood, walks, memorial bridges, the May Dell, and many varieties of native forest trees, some of which are more than a century old,” plus some PLEASE signs in dicating that we are trying to age the grass also. Salem is recognized by the S. A. C. S. S., N. C. C. C., C. C. C. N. C., A. A. C., A. A. A. U. W., N. A. S. M., A. M. A., AND THE A. D. A. All this and no S. P. C. A.? (Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, that is.) I feel that I must explain. Cousin, about the conditions last week when your mother was here. Usually Salem girls are not as mixed up and depressed as we were the Mon day we registered and got our grades; usually we are not hindered by an obstacle course of red clay and six foot ditches en route to class and usually when one turns the water on in the dorm, it doesn’t just spit red elayi fizzle and cease running. That’s all. Cousin. But remember what Confucius say, “Why take lessee rvhen Salem s bestee?” Love, Cousin Jean
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