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Page Four THE S A L E M 1 T E February 22. IQ*;') Patient Head Nurse Keeps Infirmary Visitants Happy By Carolyn Harris “No! Do a feature on someone else—do one on yourself” were the words spoken by the harrassed but patient Miss Biggers as she placed the evening paper in her lap. “There’s nothing you want to know about me,” But with a courteous disagreement and a few point blank questions, the interview began. Salem’s head nurse was born in Charlotte, attended school in Ox ford, received her training at High- smith Hospital in Fayetteville, and since that time has made her home in Winston-Salem. This is Miss Bigger’s third year at Salem and she grinned as she said, “And next year I too will be a senior.” When asked what her attitude is toward Salem, she answered without blinking an eye that she liked Salem and every body at Salem. “But,” she said, “1 never knew girls could have so many things wrong with them.” “And,” she continued, “I really think the girls are having their teeth pulled just to be with Dr. Crotts. I’m sure some of them don’t have any teeth left.” Likes Florida When Miss Biggers realized that she was being quoted she spoke in her soft slow manner, “I’m just going to keep my mouth shut.” But one mention of the word Florida was sufficient to resume the conversation. If there’s a va cation, a car, and an inspiration, then Florida better look out for Miss Blandina Biggers one Salem College nurse. For Miss Biggers there’s nothing like that Florida sun, and for the more risque, those Florida race tracks. The infirmary, ahd we think of rows of beds, .little brown pills, and two comforting nurses. The infirmary, and Miss Biggers thinks of a home, the welfare of Salem girls, and visits with ,^faculty and students. Salem Education Program Offers Courses For Children And Adults Of Winston-Salem Salem is now sponsoring an Adult Education Program. This program includes six adult classes and two for children. . There are approximately 90 townspeople en rolled in these special classes. Be sides these 90 people included in the adult education program, there are about 200 people from Winston- Salem taking private lessons from Salem faculty and music students. The largest class in the program is an art class attended by 22 children. The work includes draw ing, painting, sculpturing and, for the older children, oil painting. Mrs. Edwin Shewmake teaches the children’s art class while her hus band teaches an adult art course in which six people are enrolled. The largest enrollment among the adult classes is Dr. Elizabeth Welch’s course in the psychology of personal adjustment. The course places emphasis upon the analysis of personality, the causes of mal adjustment and preventative and remidial re-adjustment processes. There are two courses in drama. One in creative drama for children is tauglit by Miss Elizabeth Feig ner. In this class there are 12 pupils whose ages range from eight to ten. Stevie Gramley was the only boy in the class at first, but now he has gotten some of his friends to join the group. The other drama class is a course in modern drama taught by Miss Catherine Nicholson. This class of six is studying the trends of dra matic writing and theater practice from the late nineteenth to the present. A literary course century lu music ap- Trip Home Means Good Food, Relaxation, Sleep-"Sometimes By Jean Davenport Mama Finds Unkempt Daughter On First Visit To Salem College By Anne Lowe The sun shone brightly on the tranquil and sleepy college campus. It was spring. It was Friday, and Mother looked with admiration at the new home of her daughter, the warm brick buildings, the spring onions sprout ing on the lawn. This was her first trip to see Susie because Susie didn’t want to be known as Mama’s baby. Quietly and with reverence she touched the knob of Susie’s dorm. Would her daughter be wearing the new plaid skirt with the pink sweater that matched the dominant stripe—or maybe the green wool solid skirt with the gaily flowered blouse ? No One Around She walked to the desk in the reception room — no one was around. Surely she should inquire before she boldly went to search for Susie’s room. Ah, a noise— Someone was coming. The maid— “Yes’m. You can go in. Miss Susie’s room is on the fifth floor, number 518. The stairs are to your left.” The fifth floor! Poor Susie. She was much too frail to climb so many stairs. Something had to be done about this. Fifteen minutes and 500 steps later Mrs. Pushin’s weak hand knocked on the door of room 518. “Come in—this ain’t heaven— everyone’s welcome.” Whose Voice? Whose rough voice was this ? It couldn’t be the roommate. Susie’s letters had described her as a lovely girl from a lovely family. Maybe the maid was cleaning up and being overly familiar. With a closed throat Mrs. Pus- hin opened the door. She could get no further—not from emotion, but from the obstacles that clut tered her path. Susie was not wearing her plaid skirt—it was on the floor in the doorway. She was not wearing the gay flowered blouse. It was hang ing out of the dresser drawer—-a jagged rip of three inches in its cuff. She was wearing those hor rid blue jeans—not the new dhes, but the ones she had painted the dog house in. Mrs. Pushin hugged the daughter and kissed her pale unpainted lips. Was this what she had sewed all summer for—the unmade beds, the curtain drooping over the radiator, the matching rugs pushed in one corner—the blue jeans, the man’s shirt ? How She Planned How lovingly and foolishly ■ she had planned the decoration of Susie’s room! How painfully had she chosen casual dorm clothes! But as her eyes traveled around the room and her ears became tuned to the roommate’s rough voice, she smiled. After all, she, like all the other mothers, had had her fun. that I even expected a hot bath I always look forward to a trip while the dishes were being washed, home—relaxation, good food, plenty | Later that night I fell into bed of sleep, hot and cold water out j unusually late party. My of one spigot, no home vvork. I thought was how wonderful rush through the last days ot i, . school before vacation thinking | >t "'as going to be not to have o how nice it will be to get away i get up for classes. It seemed only from the dilapidated dormitory and | a moment later tliat I heard a the last minute cramming before i fon,i,;,otion outside my door. It tests. Then I go home. , eight-thirty, and Biddie was My last trip was typical of most ; , of them. I arrived about supper J‘P- With a clieery, Good morn time when my mother was rushing . ing. Deen she succeeded in pull- into the kitchen every ten minutes i ing nie out of bed before my eyes to tell Patty, the cook, how she Avere open. I •stumbled down the wanted everything done. Patty Stairs and promised myself an still persists in doing things the ! afte’^noon nap. hard wav. Mother used to say | After lunch, however, everyone that she ’ would be fine when, she j discovered that they had to go became trained. After two years, i to different places. There weren’t enough cars to go around, and soon I heard, “What are you doing this afternoon, Jean?” I never managed the nap between trips. After a trip home, all of my friends arrived at school with new hairdoes and a rested look. I have Morrisettes Dept Store 4th at Trade though. Mother has stopped saying that. We still go to the table and find the silver on the wrong sides of the plates. Patty is left-handed. Sister Screams Hello Biddie, my five year old sister, greeted me at the door screaming , at the top of her voice. She went ! under my eyes until trw days with me to unpack, and later I ;“^ua ly the last to r j .u- .1... ^ rr ! come back'to school, found evq^ythmg in the wrong' drawers and had to start over. Then she immediately went to the piano. When I forgot to compli ment her tuneless playing at every pause, she treated me as a stranger. Daddy arrived when I finally sat down and asked to hear everything I’d been doing. Before I started, though, he just had to try the tele vision. It’s a nightly ritual with him. He turns it on for five min utes until he gets disgusted with the snow and noise and turns it back off. Over the commotion of Biddie’s piano banging we sat and chatted. About an hour after I’d been home, Clare, my other sister who is 13 years old, made her appear ance. We talked for about five minutes before she started tele phoning all her friends that she’d just left. Then she dashed upstairs to borrow one of my sw'eaters or I a pair of shoes. Tired By Suppertime When I finally got to the supper table, I was rather tired. Between trying to talk to everyone at once, I stuffed myself with all the food that it was possible to eat. The telephone promptly started ringing when we sat down, and when des sert arrived there were two of us left at the table. After supper I anticipated a nice hot bath. I turned on the water, and when I went back to step in, there was the usual shock. The water was cold. When I asked Mother about it, she was surprised predation, requiring no knowledge of music or music terminology, given by Miss June Samson. The present enrollment of this class is seven. Salem also offers adult courses in religion and in history. Eleven people attend Mr. Edwin Sawyer’s class in the background and mes sage of the Bible poets. Dr. Gregg Singer teaches a class of seven in the main currents of modern poli tical thought. The adult classes meet on Tues day afternoons, and the children’s meet on Saturday mornings. Besides serving as an educational center for Winston-Salem, Salem has become bureau for supplying entertainment. Every week the music department receives requests for students to provide music for church, banquets, clubs, weddings and special programs. In the instrumental field, the Winston-Salem Symphony recruits members of the student body and faculty of the college. Future teachers and sociology majors learn by doing in Winston- Salem and vicinity. Currently the sociology majors are helping the Red Cross. Salem students are not only given practical experience, but are also contributing to the city of Winston-Salem. Take the esculator to our new JUNIOR CENTER 2nd Floor ANClIOIl V . . CiifnpMUj •’SHOP«>#C CInYC*", ot WINSTON.SOllM ■ Dial 4-3611 4 th at Trade ^nqrouiniij CO. HOME LAUNDRY AND DRY CLEANING BRODT-SEPARK MUSIC CO. 620 West Fourth St. Phone 3-2241 Music of All Publishers Victor, Columbia and Decca Records Fourth at Spruce St. We Specialize in Evening Dresses” 1422 S. MAIN ST. PHONE 2-4212 - 2-5512
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