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BSP Page Two THE SALEMITE December 5, I952 J^04^xito-4^ • • • Editor’s note: The following letter was sent to the Salemite by Dr. William B. Todd^ head of the English department, who is on leave of absence to do special study in London, England: Dear Eleanor et ah. This is only a note, long-intended and long- delayed, to repoiT that I am still here but constantly reminded of Salem whenever I encounter a smiling, lassie on the street or a frantic student in the library. Then too, as a further reminder, I pore over the Salemite for all the news—or at least all that goes into print. One item requiring correction pertains to my own activities. Whatever has led you to believe that I have beieome a gay socialite, jaunting about the town from one soiree to another? Surely you must remember that I have always been a serious, sober-minded, strait-laced disciplinarian violently opposed to all frivolity. As a matter of fact, I have been very con scientious about the purpose of my stay here (for research, if you’ve forgotten), and like all of you resist every temptation to neglect my studies. Occasionally, though, I find some relaxation in lighter reading and have recently toured Holland with B., gone sleuthing with S. H., been introduced by A. M. to a model living in the Roman slums, had a look into the horse’s mouth with J. C., re-lived my army experiences as I visited the Post at Hawaii with J. J., and plunged into the deep blue sea with R. C. (Anyone who misses the authors and titles gets an F). For other pastimes I refer you to the notes sent to Jane Watson. This is the time to wish each of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I envy you all the chance to be home with your families on these joyous d,ays. Sincerely vours, William b". Todd BSindf Date We Jlike.. . . We Like: Teachers who don’t show up for classes. Hearing what former students think of the changes at Salem. Coffee. Hearing discussions between members of the faculty. * Seeing Mr. Gorsuch back on campus. Having the orphanage party each Christ mas. The selection of speakers for the lecture series. Having Dr. Rondthaler teaching here again. We Miss: The usual longer Christmas holidays. Mr. Sawyer, Mr. Martin, Mr. French, Dr. Todd, and Mrs. Moran. We Think: Occasionally! People should be more appreciative of their opportunities. Everyone should co-operate when something is to be done rather than making the same people do all the work. Students should pay attention at class meet ings. The faculty should have plays more often. Salemite 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 Eleanor McGregor Associate Editors Anne Lowe, Peggy Chears Managing Editor Jean Calhoun News Editors Jane Schoolfield, Lorrie Dirom Feature Editors Eleanor Johnson, Connie Murray Feature Assistant Cynthia May Copy Editor Sallv Reiland Make-up Editor Allison Long Art Editor Ruthie Derrick Pictorial Editor Jeanne Harrison Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd Feature Writers: Laurie Mitchell, Ruthie Derrick, Sally Reiland, Emma Sue Larkins, Francine Pitts, Margie - Ferrell, Betsy Liles, Betty Tyler, Jane Brown, Betty Lynn Wilson,’ Elsie Macon. Reporters: Betsy Liles, Diane Knott, Dot Morris, Alison Britt, Bessie Smith, Jean Edwards, Allison Long, Sara Out- land, Mary Anne Raines, Edith Flagler, Elsie Macon, Anne Smpson, Jane Smith, Barbara Allen, Connie Murray, Laura Mitchell, Myra Dickson, Sue Harrison, Drane Vaughn. Business Manager t Advertising Manager Joan Shope arculation Manager jean Shope By Elizabeth Krauss We went on a date, a blind date, and oh gosh, don’t ask if we had a good time again, for I’ll surely explode. Now please don’t laugh, but lemme tell you the tragic story just from beginning to end. Hadwig knew a Japanese stu dent; she had met him in some camp and so SHE knew him. We didn’t know anyone. One day this student invited Hadwig, Guillemette and me to a meeting of foreign stu dents in Greensboro. He would see to it that we had dates—a German and another Japanese. Beforehand I was awfully excited, as is my natural state. Guillemette and I had already divided the German between ourselves, and let the Japanese No. 2 just find his own happiness. But as it turned out, I got Mr. Mizushima, Guille mette, Mr. Hans Dehmelt, .and Hadwig, of course, her Otomi. First we were to go to dinner here in Winston-Salem; we drove to town, and there we found out that none of us knew a place to eat. So we went walking through the streets of Winston-Salem look ing for an eating-place. I felt awfully conspicuous, of course, walking in high heels in which I toppled over my little partner. At last we found a place to eat, and I must, say the dinner we got was really very good. Then we went into the car again and drove to Greensboro. On the ! open road it turned out Mr. Mizu- ahama couldn’t drive awfully well, j I sat squeezed in front between Mr. Mizu. and the German, and I j could see the frantic lurches he made whenever there came a car from behind us or from the other side, I Once in Greensboro, no one knew j the way. So we drove around the | college campus there, asking and going the wrong way and finally even getting a cop behind us for reckless and careless driving over the curbs. He furiously barked to all of us, and I was now totally wet with nerve and thought of Churchill’s “Sweat and Tears” as the officer scolded us. I literally saw us all being taken to the police bureau— the disgrace, the report, being taken back to Salem in handcuffs and so on. But finally we were allowed to go and were given the right direction. Once at the foreign student meet ing, it turned out that my partner couldn’t dance at all. Now and then I was really furious. First he couldn’t drive and then he couldn’t I dance. I taught him the “slow- I quick-quick-slow” of a fox trot I and the rest of the evening, whether the band played rumba, raspa or tango, we danced “slow, quick, quick, slow.” After a dolorously truged through evening, I finally raided up all six of us to go home again. Guillemette had found a delightful Greek who couldn’t part with her, and this took lots of time. But finally I had got them all together, and I really felt like a female shepherd getting together all her little lambs, although I really could have said “Damn” at that point. We went back again at the same speed—now too fast, then too slow. We nearly ran over a dog on our way home, and I was again thinking of and feeling the sweat and tears. At Salem we thanked the gentle men cordially for the nice evening. And when we signed in, it turned out that we were two minutes late. “Oh that doesn’t matter,” said Guillemette airily. “Yes that does matter,” said Miss Smoke, and so we got a call-down besides. But oh boy, did we have fun that night! Letter To The Editor Editor’s note: This letter was sent anonymously to. the editor by a' student seeking to im prove Salem’s honor system. It is usually not the policy of the Salemite to publish un signed letters, but since the letter is of general interest to the whole student body, its publication seems justified. To the Editor of the Salemite: “Your Honor” is a term familiar to all Salem students. It is found on the Student Goverpment pled ges; it is used in reference to social and academic regulations, but is the whole meaning of the term clear ? Why is the lack of honor on the part of students so obvious in re gard to infractions of the social code ? Why, on the other hand, is it so scrupulously observed in the class rooms ? I believe the answer lies in the dual responsibility honor implies, for the administration is as much on its honor as the student. Those who execute the laws are as obli gated by the honor system to re spect the student and his adherence to the law as the student is to respect the law, those who execute it, and the personal responsibility they have given him. The most convincing evidence of the students’ reaction to true re sponsibility is found in the class room. Here, no attempt is made to check on the student in regard to his fulfillment of the regula tions; he is free to come and go during exams; no stern-faced proc tor peers over his shoulder to the paper. Here he is treated as an adult, considered capable and worthy of upholding the standards. Therefore cheating is all but unknown. Aca demically the honor system works, and we, the students, are proud of it. The most damning evidence of the students’ reaction to a lack of trust is the now commonplace evasions of the rules on drinking and signing out. Here we are treated as children. Honor must begin somewhere. Undeniably it has not made an ostensible beginning on the social scene at Salem College. The responsibility for this lies heavily on the shoulders of the students—but the burden should be felt as heavily by those who sit behind the desk. Inevitably the student will re spond to the trust placed in him. It is to the credit of the Student Government to note that, with but few exceptions, it has followed the principle of respecting the honor of the student. A Student By Alison Britt A Salem College girl lives every minute o! every day. She shrieks with laughter over a letter at breakfast; she smokes a cigarette as she talfe to her art professor; she writes a bold articlj for the newspaper and doesn’t sign her name' she expresses her views on socialism at dij. ner; she plays a fast game of ping-pong; sj; gurgles a song in the shower and then sl( studies until 3:00 a.m. A Salem girl shrieks, smokes, talks, writes expresses, gurgles and studies, but there is something above all this. Above all the noises and activities there is a reason for the Salen girl’s existence. Her reason for being is to search—to searcl for the best way to bake a cake and the best way to fight Communism. A Salem girl won’t allow herself to become dull and bookish, bnt she allows herself to ask, express, wonder, discuss and argue in dormitories, in class rooms, in smokerooms, in concert halls and it churches. She wants to know. \She wants education. The dorms quake with stomping feet and shrill screams, but here there is the trial oI living together—a seeking for the friendship of a roommate and a girl across the hall. A proctor is disturbed from her chemistry bool by singing girls, but the song is “Happy Birthday”. The voices of the girl from New York and the girl from Georgia echo down the hall at 2:00 a.m. as they exchange views on race segregation. A ‘ shower soprano” drowns out the radio next door because she wants to be noticed and liked. The dorms quake, but there is something above all this. The classroom is in an uproar because Mary agreed with a Communistic point of view. The drug store across the street is crowded be cause students like to discuss their history lecture notes over a cup of coffee. - A whole class period of French literature is not dis cussed because the professor explains a ques tion on predestination. A student fails an examination and makes an unannounced visit to the professor to dis cuss it. A midnight vigil is held to figure out Milton s idea of women as shown in Paradise Lost. The classroom is in an uproar, but there is something above all this. The smokeroom vibrates with the notes of a Chopin Nocturne because someone likes it A math assignment goes unprepared because a ballet is being presented in town. An Art Forum lasts an hour over time because a student did not agree that modern art ex presses our way of life in the twentieth cen tury. A math major argues with a physical education major over the main theme of “Thf Innocents”. A cut is taken in a Saturday c ass because last night’s discussion of the con cert lasted until 2:30 a.m. The smokerooD vibtates, but there is something above all this A girl takes her date to Sunday nigW vespers and stays for an extra half hour talk ing with the speaker. A day’s cuts in classes are used to attend a “Y” convention out-of town.^ An hour of rest and sleep in the after noon is traded for two hours of reading stories to five-year-olds at the orphanage. The last of an’ allowance is donated toward the^ Christmas dinner of a sick woman, i senior gulps her orange juice and oatmeal so that she can go to morning chapel. ^ whole dorm becomes quiet during “noisf hour because a mass Y-Watch is being held second floor. nnr. ^ quake, the classrooms are in an smoke-rooms vibrate, and above IL , ®^lem girl works to become, educated woman.
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