Jlet^ Re Gan^j^ul. . .
We have practice fire drills so we will know
what to do and where to go in case of a real
emergency. Most of us take these practice
fire drills for granted and do not realize their
full significance. Think what would happen
if there actually was a fire in one of the
dormitories. Instead of everyone being calm,
there would be confusion and the result would
be many accidents that otherwise could have
been prevented.
Let us remember that practice fire drills
are for our own safety. By regarding the
rules and regulations set up by the fire mar
shal, we will safeguard not only our own lives,
but the lives of our classmates.
There have been several small fires in the
dormitories. They may seem insignificant,
but they could have developed into some
thing serious. Let’s be more careful in the
future.
L. M.
. . .
How many of us took advantage of the
opportunity to hear Dr. Porell and Dr. Alyea?
This week two outstanding speakers—one a
philosopher and theologian; the other a scien
tist, were on campus. But the majority of
us were either too lazy to make the effort to
go to the lectures or too unalert to realize
that the opportunities were available to us.
We heard Dr. Porell in chapel Tuesday and
Thursday and in the classes in which he lec
tured, but most of us simply ignored the fact
that he also spoke each night during Religious
Emphasis Week because attendance at these
meetings was not required.
We were told that a “pretty good crowd”
came to hear his evening talks, but actually
the “crowd” was a small majority of the stu
dent body. There must have been something
to what he said because the people who went
once kept going back.
Tuesday night the balcony was about three-
fourths filled with college girls. But the big
gest part of the audience was town people.
They saw that Dr. Alyea had something im
portant to say about atomic energy. We
failed to understand or care about its im
portance. So we went to the movies.
We had to study—We wanted to see the
show in town—-And what we missed we will
probably never have another chance to hear.
By Jean Calhoun
Casper took off his white ghost
sheet and — he wasn’t there any
longer. He was a full fledged Hal-
lowee’n October spook.”
He shook his skinny, (I only sup
posed it was skinny, for all I could
see when I looked at him were
birds flying over the Salem College
clock.) invisible self. He rubbed
his cold invisible hand where his
head would probably be and blew
blue spook smoke through his pro
bably chattering teeth.
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His invisible teeth chanted a
little spooky spook song;
“I’m scary Casper spook is true,
I spook only when spooken to.
I hoot and howl and spook thro’
nights.
My difficult task is to haunt
Salemites.”
With his courage mustered, Cas
per floated to Salem’s large
brightly decorated dormitory.
Orange jack-o-lanterns gritted
their teeth when they felt the cool
spook air of Casper’s invisible self
as he breezed in the window. The
witches decorating the walls hud
dled together on one broom and
shook until broom-straws fell.
“Whceee, but am I scary!!” Cas
ter exclaimed as he heaved his
manly invisible chest. "Now to
frighten the girls.”
The girls were shuffling cards
on gaily colored table tops, chat
tering or knitting bright socks.
Casper began to haunt. His in
visible hands pushed up several
windows. Cold air filled the room.
The cards continued to be shuf
fled, voices continued to chatter
and knitting needles to click. How
ever, one pathetic voice pleaded,
“Somebody make Alice McNeely
quit raising those windows. She’s
going to freeze us all yet.”
Casper sighed, “Maybe more
noise and less air will scare them.”
So he began to swell his little in
visible voice into its ultra, ultra
haunting volume.
Still shuffling cards, chattering
I a n o t h e r voice broke
I “Temple Daniels, if you don’t quit
singing in the shower. I’ll cut the
water off.”
Casper was mad. His best Hal
loween hoot had failed. With his
little invisible feet he began to
kick over chairs, throw cigarette
butts on the floor and topple tables
over.
Clicking, knitting and chattering
was broken only by a sighing voice
saying, “Louise Pike’s on a ram
page again.” No one even turned
her head to look through Casper.
No one knew Casper was spook
ing except Casper, and he couldn’t
tell, because, as in Miss Byrd’s
Comp Class, one must not tell they
are spooking, they must just sug
gest it by illustrations.
Casper would illustrate once
more.
“I’ll ‘make-like’ a herd of buf
faloes,” he giggled and clapped his
little invisible hands together. Of
course, he actually didn’t clap his
hands because his right little in
visible hand went through his left
little invisible hand.
Casper made buffalo stampeding
sounds.
Knitting, clicking, chatting and
again one louder-than-the-other
voices saying, “Everybody’s in
trouble again. Listen to the vio
lators running to Marian Lewis’
room to “report themselves.”
Casper wept hot little invisible
tears. The room emptied and he
sat alone with his invisible self.
Hours passed and finally two girls
walked sleepily into the empty
room as the clock struck two.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” they screamed to
gether in frightful voices.
Casper tried to clasp his invisible
hands with joy. The two girls
were scared.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” they screamed
again with surprise and horror that
they were all alone in the base
ment at 2:00 in the morning.
Casper giggled an invisible giggle.
He had frightened the girls just by
and knitting noises. But this timejjeing his invisible self.
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Editor’s note: This letter was re
ceived last week from B. Carson
Fench, Salem chemistry professor
on leave of absence to study at
Chapel Hill.
To the Salemite:
Greetings from Chapel Hill where
I spent the summer slaving from
7:30 a.m. to midnight or after in
the chemistry laboratory finding
out all sorts of new tricks for
future Salem students.
This fall I have a most interest
ing room-mate, one of 17 school
teachers from Germany selected by
the U. S. government to get a
look at American education. Hans
has so many interesting stories to
tell of the war, the Russians and
so forth that I have to escape to
the laboratory to study, and some
times when I come back to the
room late at night there he is with
more questions. So we talk on and
on. (
The best news to me was that
I was granted the Ledoux Fellow
ship in chemistry. I have been
given a private research laboratory
and am working on the vitamin,
riboflavin, sometimes called vitamin
B-2, the structure of which is too
complex to describe.
My social success is assured at
Chapel Hill since the boys hav
heard that I am from Salem Col
lege, home of Lu Long-and not
only that - she is teaching my
daughter Sue how to play the
piano.
By Connie Murray
Dear Diary,
It is 3:00 a.m., and I find it a little difficult
to see, due to a thing known as sleep which
is slowly closing my eyes. In a few hours
I will have to arise and face a new day, for
the sun also rises (or so says Hemingway.)
Nothing unusual happened today — I j.g.
traced my regular routine of activities. I was
gently awakened by the soft pealing of the
8 :2-5 bell, which gave me ample time to dress
for my 8:30 class. With books in one hand
and a cigarette in the other, I dashed madly
to class, taking steps three at a time imtil I
r-eached the art lab. Falling in the nearest
chair, I saw the announcement on the black
board that there would be no class today,
This, I decided, would be the right time to
make my trip to the P. 0. and revive myself
wuth coffee at Jerry’s.
In my box I saw a strange phenomena—
something known as a letter. . Gleefully I took
it and ran to the back booth of the drug
store. It was from Horace, my own true love.
He has finally passed the tenth grade, and so
young—only 23.
Before I could finish my coffee and vitamin
pills, I found myself surrounded by Mr. Hew-
maehe, Mr. Penser, and Dr. Ewis. The topic
at their mercy was the current campaign, and
I tried as best I could to keep up with them.
This was not easy, as I was writing a theme
at the time.
The bell for second period interrupted our
harmonious conversation, and I scampered off
to Dr. Inger’s class. As I e'ntered the room
he was giving that brilliant quotation, “I
hate war,” in his own inimitable manner. Due
to a lack of ink I was unable to take notes
and found myself in deep meditation, excepted
occasionally by a snore.
In like manner I went through all my
classes, feeling greath'- enlightened by lunch
time. When I finished my beans, I was off
again to a 1:30 meeting of the Weariettes, our
dramatic club. When that was over, I re
turned to the dorm to make up my bed but
found the I. R. S. had beaten me to it. (They
do a much better job than I do anyway.)
My afternoon was spent alternately between
the chemistry lab and the infirmary. (How
was I supposed to know one shouldn’t heat
concentrated sulfuric acid and hydrocloric
acid together?) At .5:00 I got my roommate
to carry me to the hockey game—I play full-
bad^ for my class. (That’s why I’m writing
this with my left hand.) It was a brilliant
game fast, hard, and clean. I only wish we
hadn’t gotten 53 points behind.
ter a hearty supper of broccoli, sweet
potatoes, and gooseliver, I went with a select
?roup to a meeting of the P and N, known
to us commoners as the Poor and Needy. (We
have accounts at the Salem Book Store.) Im
mediately following that, I put in an appear
ance at the CC (cigarette control). We have
tried the Amel 30-day test nine times now
and voted, to continue it for another 30-day
period.
At 8 -.30 I heard the most wonderful lecture
something about the effect of someone on
e imports of some country in what-you-may-
ca -it century. (I also dropped eight stitches
m ray socks.) When I got back to the dorm,
began my articles for the Salemite. Being
naturally endowed with a talent for journal-
^ feature in three hours,
—T ^ ^ A ^ if ’^"as too late to study
“-ore. So I went down-
cnlrp Q A Pi^yed a little bridge, finished a
n nabs, and had several cigarettes.
1 Know I should have rolled my hair up,
but I must go to ... to ... to . . fzzzzmz-