T>et’s bo personal in the way we look
people and in the way they look at us.
People show themselves to us in the way
they speak, their manner of dress, the things
they own and with which they surround, them
selves. Sometimes we all think, “What’s the
of cleaniiui’ up my room? No one will
see it anvAvay,
kerchief to the dining room. Who cares
Just suppose all of us felt the same way
at the same time. What then?
Ijct’s be personal and be good to ourselves.
Pet’s look our best and be glad that we do.
Salem has a high set of standards and of high
traditional liviirg.
We are luckv' that we did not have to set
these staudard.s—only live up to them in the
best way we can.
Let’s be personal in the way people look at
us. When we get a call down for an unmade
bed, negligence in dress or poor conduct, let’s
accept it and admit that we are wrong. Let’s
SMUROIW
This cartoon is a reprint of one drawn by PoUy Hartle,
of ’51,
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Salem graduate
not bear a personal grudge against the person
Avho gave the call down.
The call downs the I. R. S. gives are given
in the spirit of trying to improve and main
tain the ideals and standards of all Salem
girls.
Let’s be personal when it comes to carrying
out the purposes of the L R. S. They are
everyone’s responsibility.
When we have our campus dances, let’s
take an active interest. Let’s decorate,
dance, and have fun.
One of the main purposes of the I. R. S.
is to broaden the social life on campus and
to plan activities that will be fun for every-
oiK'. Take a personal interest in your college
social life. Help plan things that you will
en.joy and like.
Let’s be glad that we are at Salem. It was
our choice and we all represent it. Let’s do
it Avell.
Elsie Macon
President, I. R. S.
Do Clouds Scare You?
By Cyndy May
Do clouds scare you ? I don’t
mean the little white sheepy ones,
but the great big black elephant
ones.
When I was a little girl I spent
a lot of time on our back porch.
Our house was built on a cliff, and
the porch was built out from the
back of the house on the cliff side.
It was supported there by two
posts. The tops of the trees sur
rounded the porch on three sides.
When I looked up into the sky,
there was almost a frame of green
around the patch of blue sky. ’
From this spot I could see all
sorts of wonderful, frightening
things. Once I saw a great dino
saur marching over the mountain
of green and across the patch of
blue. It looked as if he were com-
to step on me.
He didn’t come toward me. He
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contest open to all freshmen. The contest
opens today, and the closing date will be
Monday, Nov. 10, 1952.
We will accept any freshman theme written
for freshman English as well as themes writ
ten for other purposes. These articles should
be turned in to the Salemite office or to a
member of the staff.
Pfirst prize for the contest rvill be $5.00.
Several of the entries rvill be published in the
Salemite, and the winner will be announced
in the paper of Nov. 15. Judges have not
been selected yet, but will be announced later.
We urge all freshmen to enter the contest.
He was big and black, and very
ugly. His mouth was open, and
his gigantic tusks looked like stal
actites. I would shrink against the
sofa in mortal fear. Then he
'A'ould lumber over the top side of
the roof and be gone.
Followed by this dinosaur was
the weasel. He wasn’t very pretty
either. He was not huge and
monsterous. He was tittle and
snake like. His body was no big
ger around than a telephone pole,
and his arms and legs looked like
braided, heavy black yarn.
stopped and doubled over to drink
in a pool of blue water surrounded
by green grass. Then he straight
ened up, looking thinner than ever,
and sauntered away.
The third animal was a miki
miki. He was round, he was big,
and his color was steel grey. He
had no head. His face was in the
roundness of his oval body. His
arms and legs were pencil thin,
and he looked as if he might have
once been thin.
He sat down on the blue carpeted
floor with the green draperies all
around him and snatched at the
little marshmellow clouds that gin
gerly scampered around him. And
as he devoured them, he grew
greater Jn size. And then, poof,
he was gone; he had exploded into
many pieces of harmless grav
cloud.
These were not childhood fan
cies that I thought I saw. The
other day when I was on the
hockey field here at Salem, I saw
a hippopotamus. He was almost
as big as the hockey field.
He was a pretty gray. His
teeth looked almost like oval, mar
ble table tops. His skin’ was
smooth and his tail curled under
him like a scared puppy. It was
his teeth that bothered me, and
when we lost the hockey ball, I
know that old hippy swallowed it.
Randy Writes
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the letter which Mrs. Heidbreder
received from Randy’ Wurr in
the latter part of September.
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I have had a wonderful summer
traveling around in your country
and I liked the empty West in
California very much. I also spent
a lovely time vvitli the Langleys in
the beautiful mountains of Mon
tana. Going home on that famous
big ship “United States” was quite
an experience too, and I enjoyed it
a lot. There were again many
European students going home on
the same ship, and we had a nice
time together exchanging our ex
periences in your country atld try-
ing to talk a proper German again.
Passing through France we were
allowed to spend an afternoon in
Paris, and after having seen a
little of this city, ,I know that I
will go back there sometime.
I was glad to get home to see
my family again and they felt the
same, but after only a few days I
was longing for America, for Salem
and for so many things we do
not have here. My parents were
very sad about it, but by now I
have gotten accustomed to German
life again,
I have had letters from Gunilla
and Liisa and they both felt the
same. Now we look with, more
critical eyes at things in our
countries, and some people think
we do not like it, but it is just
the time we spent abroad that
makes us like that.
Getting home I have become
quite busy with preparations for
my sister’s wedding and then we
did have a nice festival.
Shortly afterwards I went down
to the South of Germany to report
to the Moravians at Bad Boll, and
then I went to look for the uni
versity.
I am now studying at an inter
preter school here at Munich and
I hke it very much. I think I will
go for one year and then try to
get a job. Studies are much
harder here than at ' Salem and
they demand a lot of time. I am
taking English and French which
keeps me quite busy though. I
am living m a room by myself in
a suburb of Munich and am riding
the bicycle every morning for
about 25 minutes to get to school
It IS getting rather cold already
3 "rAt,'”r;r
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At Salem school has opened for
another year and I am thinking
very often of all the girls who ca,^
be there again. Please give mv
best regards to everyone on Salem
ppus; to faculty and studentT
I wished I could write to you aU
but stupes take most of my free
time. However, I will write to
some of the girls soon.
By Betsy Turner
Miss AVeek-Day jilowed through the clothes
and debris on the floor of her room, dug a
hole in the heap of clothes on the bed, and
Avith a sigh relieved her arms of a number of
fat books. Then she glanced in the mirror.
For Miss AA’eelt-Day she looked normal-
hut she Avould never do for Miss AVeek-End.
Hair in curlers, a drawn look at the mouth,
pale lips—Avith the remains of the morning’s
application of lipstick that she had not eaten,
cheAA^ed, or Aviped off, drab skirt and go-to-
school SAveater, unshaved legs, ink on hands.
For five days, Miss AVeek Day has smiled
her sexless smiles and been her unromantic
self. Last night she rearranged her room-
lifting her cedar chest, hauling something
here, putting something there. For five days,
she has lived loudly — telling jokes, yelling
from building to building, and eating herself
literally sick. “Stuff” — that’s Miss AVeek
Day’s motto at meals.
For five days, Miss AVeek Day has com
plained about teachers, work, hockey, lack of
men—especially lack of men. And dominat
ing all of this, she is a mess — a physical
AATCCk.
One hund.i-ed and fifteen miles aAvay, Mr.
AVeek Day enters his room. He doesn’t even
attempt to ploAv thronu'h, just walks over the
debris on the floor. Mr. AVeek Day glances
m the mirror—a five day groAvth of beard
completely hides his face, the stretched neck
of his SAveat-shirt droops on his chest, dirty
jeans, old shoes, and ink stained hands, to
gether Avith uncombed, unruly hair, complete
the picture.
For five days he has grouched and grumbled
on campus and at the Fraternity house. He
lias shoA'Pcl his Avay through croAvds, slammed
doors, and cussed oA'cr everything in general
—especially the Avomanless campus. By this
time, he has practically forgoten what it is
like to open the doors—for other people, old,
young, thin, or fat.
For fiA'e days he has poked any and every
thing into his mouth—just as long as it Avas
edible candy, apples, cokes, nabs. At meal
time his motto is “hog it.” But above all, he
looks like a caveman of 12,000 B. C.
One hour later, Mr. AVeek-End leaves for
Salem close shaven, Avell dressed, shoes
sained, suitcase in hand. For tAvo hours dur
ing the drive to AA^'inston, he dreams—dreams.
Miss AA eek-Day is lovely to him—so neat, so
orderly. If they AA-ere married, their home
AA ould always be a glistening example of good
housekeeping; they would eat well-balanced
meals regularly. He wonders if he could live
such a life of order for more than tAvo days.
He enters the front door of Strong and
Avatches Miss AA^eek-End walk daintly down
the steps to him—softly curling hair framing
her face, figure draped in new becoming
clothes, and an enticing odor of perfume on
each jeAveled ear.
She smiles her SAveetest smile and extends
a soft, white, red-nailed hand to him. They
AAander into the date room — he opens the
door quickly. “AVhat a Aveak thing females
aie, he thinks. ‘AVhat Manners!” she musses,
so polite and so Avell dressed. Thank good-
ness he’s never seen me on week-days.
ittmg on the sofa with closed eyes, he
is ens to her soft voice murmuring sweet,
amusing, nonsense syllables. “Such lovely
clothes she wears”—If he should ever see me
during the Aveek—
Together, they go to a restaurant—together,
■ ^6, mannerly. Love is
in ee m bloom disillusionment is one aisle
and SIX bridesmaids away.