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^ood ^ko4Uj^ . . . Why do "iris who date on campus and live in Strong Dorm have to sign in and out in Clewell dorm? We feel that it is an unneces sary inconvenience for a girl and her date, who plan to spend the evening in the date room of Strong, to be forced to leave the dorm twice and sign in and. out in another dorm. Why is the Men’s Organization not repre sented on the Student Government Associa tion? Though the men students do not live on campus and though they are not directly affected by Salem’s social regulations, cer tainly their ability to reason through Student Goveimment problems is equal to that of female students. Why is it necessary to feed us at every meeting of every club held on campus? It is either that club programs are poorly or ganized, or that our only interest is in places where food is served. Why are we members of clubs only once a year—the day annual pictures are taken? It seems that a picture in the annual with no participation in the club activities would be an cmbarressing situation. ^yhy is there no placement bureau here at Salem to place graduates in suitable jobs? Colleges with lower academic standards than Salem offer numerous desirable positions to Their gradiiates. Why does church attendance fall down at the latter part of each year? At the first of each year the bus going to church is filled to capacity; surely there is no less need for re ligious inspiration in the spring than in the fall. Why is it neee.ssary for Salem’s light bill to be so large? It is almost as easy to turn a light out when we leave our rooms as it is to turn it on when we enter. Why is the president of the Day Students not a member of the Student Government As sociation? and Why are announcements of class meetings not posted in the Day Student Center? The Day Students are a vital part of our campus life and interested in campus activities. They should be aware of the activities of their classes, their clubs and their college. Why is it practically impossible to get vol unteers to make posters, write news articles, or serve on committees? Certainly, we realize that no club, no organization can function without active members. Why mTist people be asked to come to Sun day night ve.spers and Y Watch? There is very little difference in the half an hour it takes to sinoke and drink a coke, and the half and hour it takes to attend a devotional service. Why is it hard for us to realize that qiiiet iiour is not just quiet hour when we want to stTidy, but that it is also quiet hour when we want to play and others want to study? Why is it our first impulse when we receive a call down is to be peeved? It seems that usually Tve are not upset because we got the penalty, but because someone else has com mitted the same offense and received no penalty. Perhaps we think the rule is justi fied in being broken if we have seen others do it. Whj" ? Why is it so easy for us to complain about cliapel programs that are the result of much effort and planning on someone’s part? It is not a written rule that we have to take all five of our chapel cuts. It is quite possible for us to go to every chapel program and to enjoy the majority of them. Why are some tests given by professors and not assigned a week in advance ? Often it makes no difference, but often, too, it causes the cancellation of week-end plans. Why are we often guilty of sitting in class, not understanding the professors remarks and not asking about what we do not understand? The only way the professors are to know that we do not understand them, is for us to tell them. S. J. C. By Jane Brown “There are some girls who come over here only once or twice a year; there are some who come quite often; and there are one or two who practically live over here.” Can you solve this riddle ? Can you figure out what this might be ? Maybe a few hints would help. To this place you go for any number of things—-sleep, rest and even fun. It’s on .campus and one of the few places where you can get your meals in bed free of charge. You cati read magazines, have snacks in between meals, sleep all you want, cut classes without taking away from that precious supply. You can listen to the radio, play cards, talk to your friends (for it’s always full). You don’t even have to make up your own bed. To some who are new and think tills is some secret dorm on cam pus, you are absoluteht w r o n g. That many girls could not keep such a delightful secret for very long. The only reason they have not thought about this place is fair when it offers more for less than any other place in the vici nity? Even with their consent, they still dread it as though it were some terrible ordeal, are sure that their stay will be one of misery—filled with pills, shots, 7:00 a.m. awakenings, and loneliness. They are certain that they will never return to see their old friends again. Is there any need to say more? You must have guessed—yes, this dreamplace (or is it a nightmare to you?) is the Salem College in firmary, All those heavenly sound ing items are absolutely true, if you old Salemites wilt recollect. Also, you did happen to get back to civilization, and if you can re call, you went back to sleep after that early breakfast. The pills didn’t seem to do too much harm. In fact, you recovered more quickly than you expected. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you can take advantage of some worthy advice, you new Salemites. Don’t believe a word of gossip about it until you try it because they have never considered lyourself. But, if you are still it in an optimistic way. I against the idea, let me offer one In fact most girls hate to go more suggestion—a laxative a day and have to be persuaded. Is that | keeps nurse away. Who Did It? By Betty Lynn Wilson I Such destruction could not cori- My name was Blade O. Grass. | tinue. If given time the enemy I resided with my many brothers ; would completely destroy my and sisters on Salem campus. My : species. I had to find the reason family was known for its soft I for this mass murder, touch and velvety appearance. I I situated myself in the heart of was a lovely creature of nature, i the scene of the crime and waited hut I was destroyed! : for something to happen. Nothing I live now with those of my : did. I waited, knowing that the family who passed before me. We i murderer would return to the scene look down on the campus from our of the crime. lofty home and remember the i At 10:00 a.m. the Moravian happy days we spent on earth. My ; Church clock struck ten times. Still nothing happened. At lO.OS I was relieved by my good man, Sprig O. Grass. I arrived back on the job just as the Home Moravian Church clock bonged 10:15. The breath of fresh air helped me con siderably, and I was prepared now heart longs to return to the gay, wind-blown life I used to know; but I know that fate, out of kind ness, has sent me here to rest, I worked with Homicide Detail of the Salem College Grass Pro tection Force. Something was slowly blotting out the members of . for anything, my race. My job — finding out ! Then bedlam broke. Girls ran "■fiat! j screeching in every direction—to I went to the scene of the crime the drugstore, from the post office, (usually at corners of sidewalks) ; off to German, back from English to inspect the victims. All seemed and over to the bookstore. Now to have given up'their lives with-j I realized the enemy was none out a struggle. No murder weapon I other than those lovely, vivacious could be found, but signs showed , and charming Salemites 1 that a stampede had occurred. All j I had time to scribble a note to the victims looked crushed—per- i the chief before I, too, joined the haps trampled. " I growing band of grasses upstairs. The Noisy Sun Published every Friday of the College year by the Student Body of Salem College P^ted by the Sun Printing Company Editor-in-Chief Eleanor McGregor Business Manager Faye Lee By Alison Britt Today for the first time I went to a printing office to watch and help in the birth of a newspaper. The printing office was The Sun and the paper was the Salemite. I have seen and helped in the com pilation of the material for the paper, but, as far as I was con cerned, the Friday afternoon, finished product “just happened”. But in the click-clacking, grinding noise of the office, I learned dif ferently. When .1 walked into the dark, dingy, factory- s ounding place, I was handed a darker, dingier apron. I put it on. Its waist line was my hip line, but, nevertheless, I squared my shoulders and walked into the middle of the factory sounds. On the right was a very noisy, greasy-looking, black machine that kept rolling sheets of paper into itself. I have no idea what hap pened to those innocently white pieces of paper after they got in side. I guess they came out of the other side spattered with words, but I never went around it to in vestigate. Sitting on the left was a high- cheek-boned man who kept grit ting his teeth and moving the little muscle in his jaw. He was typing, ^ but instead of thumping rfhe keys, he stroked them. There was something odd about the type writer, too. It was attached to a machine that had little beams stick ing out from it. A sign on it said “DANGER”. Then I was led to it—The Salem ite. Its pages were being fitted together as they lay spread out on a table. Each article was formed by a stack qj lead plates. Above the roar of the machines, someone shouted at me to lead the type. A coke was slapped into my liand and I began my new job of read ing upside-dowtfj backward letters and putting them in the right place. A man spoke behind me. In his hands were a pair of strangly shaped scissors: “Everything has to fit,” he said very loudly above the printing noises. It was Mr. Cashioii and he was speaking of the lines between stories that have to be cut to fit the columns by those strange scissors. “Wait a minute,” he said and smiled. “Let me tell you a joke.” And then we were friends. After I had worked importantly transferring type to the forms for a while, I found my skin covered with a thin coating of ink to blend with the atmosphere. My hands got an especially thick coating I stood there holding them out from my sides, wooden-doll fashion until I began to feel silly. If Mac Selma Sally, Mr. Ed, Mr. Cashion and the aprons could stand the ink, so could I. I took the last gulp of my coke, gritting my teeth moving the little muscle in my jaw’ I bept over the “hot” type, hoping a few drops of perspiration stood out on my forehead. By Francine Pitts ' It’.s dangerous! It’s contagious! It’s poison, ous! The air is full of the virus ! Millions of people are stricken daily, with little hope of being (‘ured. The most dangerous areas is this vicinity are dormitory rooms, dining tables, drug store booths, date rooms, and reereation basements. A recent poll (takes by Air. Trot) revealed that fifteen or more jtersons in every dorm are dangerously filled with the virus known as gossipitus! Are yon a carrier of ithis disease? Even your best friends won’t tell you, but you know. One of the worst eases in North Carolina is found in Clewell, the largest dorm on Salem campus. Take a look in Davy Jones Locker- in the far corner at a table is Hadta Tellum All, talking with her roommate, Iddinit As- hame. Even from their facial expressions, it is plain to see they are hopeless cases. And coming through the door is Add Lib Whas- missin, Iladta’s big sister from Strong. Notice her large, sensitive ears. Soon the air will be full of the “G-virus.” Perhaps more should be said about this malignant condition. It is found predom inantly in the female sex, according to avail able records, and is prevalent in a female after the age of two. It increases with an individual’s awareness of others around him, and becomes especially intense on Monday mornings. Some of the symptoms of gossipitus are large ears, agile lips, and flighty motions of the hands. The last item is one of the most noticeable symptoms. The hands are used in (leseribiiig any tangible evidence relating to the ease being discussed. When a person in flicted with gossipitus reaches the stage when he can describe effectively* without the use of his hands, he is almost bey*ond cure. Bnt fortunately* not too many people ever reach this state. Large ears are acquired by* constantly straining to hear any* delectable information. The ears are soon trained to pick up even the slightest whisper. After constant practice the lips become accustomed to repeating such phrases as “Did you know” and “Have you heard,” and they do it as a matter of course. Cases can be observed at many* places—for example, wander over to Jerry’s. Sitting in the front booth are Curie Osity* and Always Yoze, sipping lime julips. They are criticizing (constructively*) Issinth Hanbook, the girl with the boy* friend in the next booth, h seems Issinth has a male friend in Indo-China to whom she is not being true, but what can one expect after seven years ? And we must not forget that Curie, being a music major, has lots of free time and is, therefore, more susceptible to gossipitus. Always in saying that. Add Lib told her that, Hadda said that Is.sinth s lipstick was smeared Saturday nigW (or it could have been had she not used Stay- Long). At any rate she reported herself to the Student Council President, Myconscience Ilurtsme, and only got two days of restrictio®' About this time, a married day* student, Mrs. Tale Send, joins the two girls to add her bit What is this world coming to ? Scientists are working desperately on cures for cancer, polio, and heart trouble,, but they are un aware of Public Enemy Number One: the public itself. Are you a member of the ras.- joiity a victim of gossipitus—or are you an unknown, unclaimed outcast who never sees evil in any form? Excuse me a moment) please. Mrs. Tale Send, who did you say dates a married man?”
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