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Paee Two THE SALEMITE February 22 1952 MUca*u:epiixi4t Letters To The Editor The idea of the Student Council is perhaps misunderstood by many of us here at Salem. It is not a police force, and putting people on restriction is not its main object. The Student Council is here to serve you, and its members have been elected by you as your representatives. When a rule or regulation which has been set up by the Student Conned, and the Administration has been violated, it is the dutv of the Student Council to see that proper punishment is given. The punishment is not given just for the sake of giving out restrictions, but as a reminder for the future. Each case which comes before the Student Council is considered individually and with careful consideration of both the offense and of the individual. On serious cases the Coun cil often meets for days, hours at a time. The Student Council makes mistakes. It has made many this year, but it tries to realize its mistakes and tries hard not to make the same mistake twice. Our whole system of government is based upon the honor system. This honor is a per sonal honor which involves everything we do. Whether it is a question of not wearing a kerchief in the dining hall or of not cheating on an exam, you are on your honor. Perhaps many of you do not remember what was contained in the honor pledge which you signed at the first of the year. This is what you pledged yourself to: have learned the rules and prin ciples underlying Student Self Government. Knowing what I do, I wish to pledge m\ honor and my loyality to Student Govern ment and the College. As a member of the Student Government A.ssociation of Salem College I shall obey its rules, uphold its highest principles, do every- tliing in my power to preserve and protect the Honor System at Salem College, and to the best of my ability shall influence others to do so.” Only by each of us assuming our respon sibility as members of the Student Govern ment and being willing to live up to the honor pledge can the Student Council be suc cessful and. one of which we can be proud. Margaret Thomas Keefi . . . An attractive campus is important to the whole student body. Yet there are incon siderate, unthinking students who refuse to take a few more steps to one of the numer ous walkways. Fences and signs have been put up, but even these are unheeded. Now bare spots can be seen in the grass all over the campus. Grass has just been planted. Take a few extra steps around the corners and give the grass a chance to grow. tBi)t ^alemite Oniu* C—Praaa Aw,, 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 Cheats 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 Hobbs Asst. .Advertising Manager Jean Shope Circulation Manager Martha Fitchett Exchange Editors Fae Deaton, Lil Sprinkle Typists Betty McCrary, Lou Bridgets 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, Cynthia May, Elsie Macon, Emily Mitchell, Jane Fearing, Edith Flagler and Far 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 Editor Many time.s the average student is blind as to what is going on during elections. She just goes to chapel and casts her vote, which is very commendable, but did you ever stop to wonder if someone else shouldn’t have had that nomi nation and wonder w}iy they didn^t get it ? All jobs require much re sponsibility but don’t you also think that it is an honor to hold a high position here on Salem campus ? Take for instance the girl who became a member of a particular organization her freshman year. She worked hard to hold the small place she had gained. In her sophomore year she remained in the organization and moved one small step up the ladder. Her junior year she was one of the leading juniors in the group, and then came elections. The nominating committee put up two students; this • girl wasn’t one of them. Was it prejudice on the part of the leader of that or ganization or did the entire nomi nating committee overlook the hard work and her desire to at least have a chance? Why not let more than tw'o people run if they are qualified ? I should like to remind the or ganization heads to think well before submitting their suggestions to the nominating committee. I should like to ask the committee not to rush in selecting the nomi nees—give time for everyone to observe who has done the hard w'ork and consider who is capable. Give credit where credit is due. A girl who works three or even two years toward a goal isn’t going to shirk her job, no matter how much responsibility it carries. A Senior Dear Editor A few weeks ago a question naire was given to each freshman to determine the success of the freshman seminars. As a member of the experimental class, I should like to give my opinion of them. If the seminars are to be con tinued, I think that there should be some definite improvements made. In the seminars this year there w'as too much time allotted to unimportant topics and not enough time spent on important ones. Many of the seminars were wasted on boring and irrelevant topics. Although seminars were supposed j to give the students a chance to ! become better acquainted with the I faculty, there should have been more student participation. Many times students are better able than teachers to get across ideas to other students. My last complaint against the seminars is that there were too many of them. By the end of the semester, going to seminar became more of a chore than a pleasure. Perhaps next year the seminars could be cut down to one every other week. Maybe this could be accomplished by presenting some of the material during Orientation Week. Orientation Week is so completely devoted to the social aspects of Salem that it might be rather nice to have a bit of edu cation thrown in. For the most part, I thought that the freshman seminars were a fair success. With a few im provements, the seminars could be very beneficial to the freshmen of next year. A Freshman From My Window By Joanne Bell From my window I see: a street Where people meet, And children play Along the way To school. I see: a tree In front of me, And dying grass Where people pass Each day. I see: men die Who still defy Our dream of peace; Wars never cease For long. I have seen: falling leaves As. autumn grieves At winter’s birth; And all the earth Grows cold. I have seen: silent snow On all below, A velvet white Depriving night Of darkness. I have seen: wars end And treaties mend .Al broken earth— Then start the birth Of other wars. I will see: pansies grow In beds below, And dogwoods tell The yellow bell Spring comes. I hope to see: a peaceful sky And hatred die And men believe— Before I leave My window. Dear Papa By Anne Lowe Dear Papa, If you and me ever decide to go up in one of them airplanes let’s not fly over Elizabeth, N. J. They’ve had so many crashes over there that they’ve closed the air port for the time being. I still like the idea of getting out of a wreck with my feet on the ground. Don’t you? Little Miss Elizabeth Taylor has decided to try wedded life once more. This time the gentleman is old enough to be her father. Oh well, maybe he’ll take care of her like a father and make her behave herself for a spell. The elements has been pushing the headlines all winter. Trains halted by snow, planes crashing in storms. Captain Carlson alone in the roaring sea, and now a 10,000- ton tanker. Fort Mercer, has split itself in two in a storm. The stern the “We By Jean Calhoun It wa,s part is jest floating peacefully about SO miles off Cape Cod. Twenty-one folks were rescued but they think six or more are dead. Mister Dean Acheson told Atlantic Allies this week that must take actions that will strain all of us to the utmost.” I admit the NATO has got a job, especially about the inclusion of Spain, but I do wish all these guvernment men who make speeches would, quit saying we got to do this or or that “to the utmost.” Mr. Dan Webster writes that utmost means situated at the highest extremity” or “the greatest degree.” It’s my opinion that if these men in the guvernment would “utmost” them selves more our country would be situated at a higher extremity” and would be admired to a “great er degree.” . Your ever lov’en daughter, Anne Bits of conversation. I listened, early last Tuesday morning and sinee some Salemites had mustered up enough spirit to make pleasant breakfast table conversation I decided to listen to them. Realizing that 1 myself was too low in early morning ump), to talk intelligently, and realizing that I had a column to write today, I cloaked myself in a large gray shadow and began to eaves-drop A senior wrinkled her brow and with a slow heart-touching drawl moaned as I passed her table, “We just don’t have enough.” This girl, I figured, was worried about the eco nomical problems of marriage or the lack of enthusiastic basketball players for the team I walked back to the table, “Enough what?" I questioned. “Butter,” she drawled back. “Little children—my little boy is just a. problem.” It was a sophomore. This was in teresting. lYhat could the solution be to this scrap of conversation? Another sophomore chimed in, “My little girl can’t spell.” “My child has a complex.” “Mine is too fat.” It sounded like a group of mothers at the Wed nesday night sewing circle. I investigated. They were, psychology students discussing the children they were observing at Central School. “It shouldn’t have happened to her. It’ll kill her.” I heard this after breakfast down in the basement from someone who w’as put ting a nickel in the candy machine. The girl to whom she was speaking agreed. I fell into a state'of melancholy; this sounded seri ous. I reasoned; her lover had. found another; she had slept through a biology lab or had dis- covehed that the Sigma Chi she had knitted the beautiful green argyles for was allergic to green. I shouldn’t have—but I pried in order to give a little sympathy to the unfor tunate girl. I discovered that Wootie Beasley had trumped one of her partner’s trick.s and gummed up their perfect grand slam. “It took seven stitches—oh probably more than that.” I knew what had happened; there was no doubt in my mind. Someone had leaned too far out the window watching the Saturday night farewells being said below and had lost her balance. But then, too, it could have been that the Coke machine had toppled over on someone trying to beat a nickel out of it. It was neither. Only a Home Ec. major speaking of altering the waist of her over-sized white uniform. .It was a freshman. ‘“And when I touched his hand, I screamed.” This freshman, I thought, is cracking under the strain, for one doesn’t usually scream when one touches a boy’s hand. Maybe she had shaken hands with Mr. Campbell’s skeleton, but—no—sH had just been to the P. 0. and found the post man’s hand on the other side of the letter slot. Later in the afternoon, while walking a junior dorm, I heard laughter and chatter ing voices. Someone screamed, “Gin, G*”’ Gin,” and the voices lowered. This I coni not stand, understand, imagine or believe, s® I walked in. I found four juniors sitting a table shuffling cards, counting score beginning another game of gin rummy. After this day of eaves-dropping, I * mere shadow of my former self; My tion is worn out because of all the leaps i has made to Conclusions. Try eaves-droppi“Si dear reader, and you will agree with me I moralize and say: She who listens to co® versational bits off the lips of Salem g>' ’ will soon be a bit off herself. and
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