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Paste Two THE SALEMITE January 9, iQ^i Soclai §elj^-Qo4/e>n4Uft^nt TakeTheSchoolOfMusic Salemites are more conscious of personal honor and more capable of accepting responsi bility for their actions than they are given credit for. If they were not constantlj^ watched over and if they were allowed to have more complete self government, they would respond to the trust placed in them. So, treated as adults rather than as children (as the case is now), they would respond as adults should, and fewer infractions of social regulations would result. This is the thought expressed in several letters to the editor printed in the Salemite recently, and verbally by a large percentage of the student body. Since we believe this to be true, why not give us a chance to prove it? Why not have one week, or even one day, of real self-govern ment when we can take over the responsibility of signing in on time and of not coming in drunk ? If we feel that some one should be behind the desk, let it be a student. We would be much more likely not to try to get by with something for fear of putting the student in charge on the spot. There have been several cases recently when students considered mak ing infractions but didn’t because of being unfair to the Student Government member who knew about it. At least two Student Government members have said that they would be willing to sit behind the dean’s desk at sign-in time at night. Perhaps it would be best to w'ork the idea through this organization. Another suggestion is that this job be a Senior Class project or privilege. The sen iors, being a bit more mature, might feel, more strongly their obligation for personal honor. However the details of self-government week would be worked out, we should be given the chance to prove ourselves. It seems that if the system works for this trial period, ^ce could be allowed to use the same system for a longer time, or permanently. Then we would be able to take pride in our self-government and our honor system on the social level as we do on the academic level. We would have true self-government instead of having it in name only. Stje Salemite OFFICES Lower floor Main Hall Downtown Office 304-306 South Main Street Subscription Price $3.00 a year Published every Friday of the College year by the Student Body of Salem College Printed by the Sun Printing Company Editor-in-chief Eleanor McGregor Associate Editors Anne Lowe, Peggy Cheats Managing Editor Jean Calhoun News Editors Jane Schoolfield, Lorrie Dirom Feature Editors Eleanor Johnson, Connie Murray Feature Assistant Cynthia May -Copy Editor .. Sally Reiland Make-up Editor Allison Long Art Editor Ruthie Derrick Pictorial Editor Jeanne Harrison 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, Jo Bell. 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 Simpson, Jane Smith, Barbara Allen, Connie Murray, Laura Mitchell, Myra Dickson, Sue Harrison, Drane Vaughn. Business Manage^ Faye Lee Advertising Manager Joan ^ope Orculation Manager jean Shope Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd Editor’s note: The following poem was written as a tribute to the School of Music by Mrs. Margaret Kirby shortly before her resignation in December as secretary of that department. By Mrs. Margaret Kirby In the wee hours of the morning, about half past eight, Having no fear of being the least bit late, I ring for Ruth, the elevator to start, It puts me in the office right on the “dart”. Now it would seem to me, since I hadn’t been seen, That my presence there wouldn’t be known by the Dean So with paper in hand, and a good ole Pall Mall, The silence is soon broken by a familiar call. ‘Tis the Dean’s voice I hear, with a pleasantness so rare, Saying, “Good Morning ! How’re You!”—as I calmly tear my hair, - He pitches right in as though it were “nine.” I’m feeling groggy; he’s feeling fine” ! man w.ith endurance, he’s tough as a Russian, He approaches the key-board with astounding percussion. He’s a whiz on the stage and an artist to be sure. But tell me, how much can that- man endure ? Now" let’s take Margaret Merri- man, she’s a human dynamo— If her pupil hasn’t practiced, she’ll sure lay’em low, She’s swift on her feet, and there’s nothing she doesn’t see—■ But never say arpeggios when you should say arpeggii. Backing up a bit to where I digres sed. Reminds me of another of our great “Pian-est”, Hans’ Liszt is superb, his technique merits mention, He’s “L” on the keys with a III Part Invention. If you happen to be in the office some day. You’ll see a lovely vision dash in and say, “Oh! I have a message. Oh! Pete j'ou’re so-o-o sw'eet!” A more delightful person, you’ll never wanta meet. Around the School of Music, now, anyone can tell. That these are things they say about “Mar-gee-ta” Vardell. She’s master of the organ, you should see her take a bow, And slide onto the Console Bench, her audience to wow! Prelude and Fugue, an Etude or Bach— It doesn’t matter what she plays. Memorial Hall will rock. She has her troubles though, the same as you and I, That organ motor goes berserk just when a recital is nigh. These things of course don’t bother Joan (Jacobowsky), I mean. Because when her recital comes, the secretary goes off the bean. Her voice is rich, her languages fluent, of this we make no joke. The important thing in her young life is a nickel for a coke. This year to the School of Music, a new faculty member was borne; It came in the form of an ole Salem Grad by the name of Frances Horne. She’s charming and delightful, her personality lush. And equally accomplished with a wicked paint brush. From Eugene Jacobowsky, come the beautiful violin tones. Among his fans you'll see the name of “Jocobowsky Jones”. I’ve never heard him fool around descended. of with w'hat they call, a Tocatta, But brother, there “ain’t” no thing he can’t do with a beauti ful Sonata. Sometimes in Laurie Jones’ studio, if you should take a peek. I’m sure you’d find her radia tor had suddenly sprung a leak. It doesn’t matter what time of the year, Summer, Spring or Fall, I’d miss it if I didn t hear, “Did my Academy pupil call?” To have our Frances Sowers around, we are so very lucky; She always looks as though she feels that everything is ducky. Her manner is sweet, her face is pretty, she alway.s acts the same. But my advice is stay out of her way when she’s headed for a football game. In my usual state of confusion, my burdens seem so.mewhat lighter When into the office steps no one less than little Harriet Grei- der , Taking my eyes from the type writer and before I can take a look, She says, Oh, don't let me bother you, I just wanta look on my hook.” Social functions all over town—you know full well she’s been, Who else could I be talking about but our own Nell Glenn? She dashes in and dashes out, rarely takes a seat, Unless of course she must ac company a class for Mr. Pete, Let me tell you of Mr. Pete; it shouldn’t take but a minute. If a prize is offered with the Choral Ensemble, you can bet he’ll always win it. He’s lucky too, on another score, for just when the time is ripe. He shoves a paper before my eyes and says, “Please, five copies type,” In her home, her studio, the line she’s always toeing. I suspect you all must know, I’m thinking of Louise Bowen. Sometimes it happens in December —it could happen in June— She comes to me and says, “Mrs. Kirby, my piano is out of tune.” Eleanor Gutherie’s a special one, she’s master of the Harp. By the time we al! get through with it, it’s not much more than a mop. I like her very, very much, but more when she’s "un-sweet”. Because her conscience hurts so bad, she brings me things to eat. Our wonderful Faculty would be incomplete, Her sense of humor you just can’t beat. Dr. Gramley could search amid lands afar, Never could he find another Nell Starr. She knows the voice methods, and how to teach a note. But it won’t come out of some of them, the way it was “wrote”. She produces great performers though, and that is known to all. If you should censure what I’ve said, then visit Memorial Hall. FINALE Now because I love each one of you in a special sorta way. There are lots of things I want to write, I find difficult to say. So join with me in the spirit for which this poem was intended. And put the blame on those poor souls from whom the author M. Kirby By Sally Reiland Thisisa Newyear, planning to get to schoj on time the first of 1953, threw the last ( her Christmas loot into a suitcase and jumpd up and down on it in a frantic attempt t get it closed. The hinge broke but she didji' swear—that was one of her resolutions, J, stead, she very gently wedged her fingers If tween top and bottom of the bag and puH,; violently with all her might. The other hiiio| broke, clothes poured out, and she, gather® up the whole works, stumbled out the doi and threw it all in the garbage pan. This was the last time she was going to li her sister, Thiswasa, persuade her to pack k clothes in the bag in which Great-grandfath Oldtime had carried a Union prisoner all ft way from Fort Confederacy to Washingti just to prove to President Lincoln tliat ft South would rise again. This was all vet nice she supposed, but Thisisa couldn’t agree with her sister tliat pride in the famii background was worth this, especially sin? poor old great-grandpop was hanged in ft end anyway. And to think that Thiswasa had also ously asked her to return to school via hors* back because that was how their great cousin had traveled to Salem Female Acadei in the “good old days when people knew In to enjoy the simple things in life!” Why,s! would be an utter outcast at Modernlhii College if she attempted such! It was then that Thisisa made her resol tion. She would be different too—she woo be a woman of the future! She would ew them all! Immediately she set about pla for the development of a new robot vehic It would go under water, on top of wal soar through or above the atmosphere, cut owm passages underground, and maybe tra? on the surface of the earth if she could ‘ a place for wheels amidst the various win propellors, engines, boat-bottoms, buzz sa and drills. She could already see the wor wide news headlines and hear the ne; flashes: “Thisisa Newyear Hailed As Ins gator Of The Future Era . . . Rebells Agaii Sister Who Is An Ardent Student Of H Past.” She would also change her name Thiswillbea Futureyear. Although she would soon be a universi celebrity, Thisia knew that until her fame w recognized she wmnld still be subject to dean’s .spicy look and resulting restriction she returned to school late. She must wii hastily. This would be only a sort of “ro«! draft” of her famous'invention yet to come. Thus, sneaking into the garage and rem ing the tires, body, seats and several otl accessory parts of her father’s company Thisisa (alias Thiswillbea Futureyear) about her wmrk. Deciding that an arrival school by a self-cut underground pass* would be the most spectacular, she attacl a drill press to the front of the remainder the car with some putty. After a few hoi of sheer perfection of the vehicle, her invf tion of the future w'as ready for trial. The, best place for the test appeared to the back terrace, where she could get a spee start tow'ard, -strike and burrow through bank behind the tennis court. Everyth went very nicely until she struck the bai but something happened to the drill atta ment. Instead of opening the bank and new world, Thisisa’s famous vehicle of future became a heap of junk of the presi —and her father a most decided tyrant the present. Oh, well, inventors did sot times have to suffer defeat, she thought she crawled from the wreckage. Just in this moment of greatest depress) the realization that she had only three hoi in which to get back to school struck her. furious search for her new luggage provii futile, she consulted her mother only to 6 that one of great-grandmother’s suitcases k fallen apart and that Thiswasa had heljl herself to her sister’s luggage—also that Tti| wasa found the horse she usually rode 'W the sniffles and so had taken Thisia’s back to school with her. It was thus that Thisisa fished great-gra®* father’s suitcase from the garbage c*® mounted the age-worn and sniffling hotf and rode back to school swearing against time but the present and denying the ness of any resolution; finding herself arrival to be the recipient of three restriction for being late.
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