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Paore Two THE SALE MITE February 6, fntP'jrity and personal honor are nice topics of conversation, but they mean nothing unless people are willing to practice what they preach. Recently the Salemite has run several ed- ■ itorials about honor and the lack of honor at Salem. Two startling evidences of “careless ness’’ or lack of honor have occurred here. First, the Y store found that, not only had it failed to make profit or break even, but that it was $35 in the red. The Second, was that Hitting dormitory discovered that tAvo long distance calls had been made on its telephone and no one had signed up for the calls. The Y offers Y store as a non-profit service to Salemites. The organization uses the honor •system as its basis for payment. With the Y’s other services, the organization cannot affoial to lose money on this project. Evei'youe is familiar with the Orphanage I’arties at Christmas and Easter. These part ies cost approximately $50. Everyone enjoys the Y teas during exams and the $100 Scholar ship is certainly a worthy undertaking for any organization. No one could or should want to discontinue any of these projects, but in order to meet its budget some arrangement must be made. More than half of the Y deficit has been collected from Salemites who felt that they should help financially. The remaining debt must be paid. The second honor problem is the telephone bill in Bitting. A sign-up sheet was placed beside the telephone for people to record each long distance call. Several times the house president has made up the deficit for taxes on calls. Now there are two calls still unpaid and there are two solutions to the problem. Either the dormitory will pay for the calls and exclude other people from using the tele phone or the people who made the calls will pay the bill for those calls. Both of these situations deal with personal honor which Salem tries to encourage. Both of these situations show that we Salemites need to accept responsibility or else have this privilege taken from us. Personal honor is •arried on not only in our college days, but It also continues throughout our whole lives, tf we fail to be honorable now, how can we expect to be trustworthy later in our indivi dual places in the communities in which we will live? 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 feody of Salem College Printed by the Sun Printing Company EdUor-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 Feature Writers: Laurie Mitchell, Ruthie Derrick, Sal'y 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' (and. Mary Anne Raines, Edith Flagler, Elsie Macon, Anne Simpson, Jane Smith, Barbara Allen, Connie Murray, Laura Mitchell, Myra Dickson, Sue Harrison, Drane Vaughn. Dear Papa Dear Papa, Since you’ve been sort-of sick this fall and I’ve been do’en that practice teaching, I haven’t written to you much. Monday we regis tered for our last semester at this institution. I looked at Jane an said, “The last time. Now ain’t that something!” It don't seem possible that I’ve been here in Forsyth County fer nigh-on to four years. Why I re member that day you and Mom drove me to the door of that Cleweil building. Our ole Ford had a time carry’en us an my suit case all the way frum Iredell. 1 felt kind-of low that day, ’specially when I saw all them Cadillacs an’ heard them city gals like B, J. Smith an’ Jane Schoolfield talk’en about Fifth Avenue and South America. After awhile I got kind- of used to everything though and almost failed Biology like the rest of the dorm. Me and Emma Sue thought we never would finish that stuff. Sophomore year wern’t so' bad. Nobody paid much attention to us an’ we felt mighty big beside them new freshmen that cruised in. That year we had four sets of twins runn’en around. The Shopes, the Skinners, the Pamales and the Sprinkles. That whole year I called Marcia, Bebe, and Bebe, : Marcia. Nobody knowed jest who I was whom. ' I Then came our Junior year and ! I wrote to you right regular about ! the guvernment officials. Jane and j I bout decided to go to Washing ton and git one of them fur coats that were being given away, but Mrs. Caudle beat us to it. Mister Truman was cuss’en the Congress and the people was cuss en Tru man. Today with Mister Eisen hower act’en military people is be ginning to think the piano music wasn’t so bad. Now we are Seniors. I can t say that I’m sorry although Mar garet Thomas sent word that being out wern’t what it were cracked up to be. In fact, she disliked gitt’en up at six a.m. so much that she’s decided to git on back to Eastern North Carolina where she was horn. ’Course folks like Ann Helsabeck, Peggy Keel, and Kit Ingram has already solved their problems by getting hitched up. Then there’s Faye Lee, B. J. Smith, Kappy Green, Myra Dixon, Norma Williams, and Emma Sue Larkins whose go’en to marry in the Spring. The rest of us ain t so sure what the future will bring but I’d be will’en to bet that everybody’s go’en to be kinda proud of their college education. Your ever lov’en daughter, ■ Anne We Like It Here Business Manager Faye Lee Advertising Manager Joan Shope Circulation Manager Jean Shope Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd By Margie Ferrell | ! Our eyes were dark and ringed with exam circles, but our hearts were light. For we, distinguished Salemites, were off to conquer New Worlds, Of course it was neces sary to leave our last exam just a trifle early. In fact, I’m afraid the last two discussion questions suffered, containing three sentences each. But in view of the coming week-end, exams and grades seemed so trivial. The reason for our anticipation and excitement was the quest for JOB. Being seniors, we Were blessed with an added privilege of the right to job-seek. Any old job would do, provided the salary would cover ten cashmeres a month, down payment on our new fur coat, and that the location would be crawling with males. Naturally with a few specifications, we hadn’t the slightest doubt of success. And what could be more glorious than b'eing FREE. There would be jio more restrictions, no more 11:15 classes, no more bribing the night watchman to unlock doors after 12:00 p.m. We would furnish our darling apartment in the style to which Joan Crawford is accus tomed. After all, salaries do cover such things. And above all, the men we would meet—tall, dark and rich—would sweep us off our feet. What a life ! Some of the seniors seemed to he so disinterested as merely to lounge around and apply for posi tions through the services of the U. S. Mail. Not my eager friend and me. While lesser enthusiasts vaguely thought, of next year’s plans, we packed our bags, our exams, and sped away to the big city in my friend’s new motor scooter with side-car. The trip was long, but heat, grime, hunger, and fatigue failed to disturb us. Our thoughts were above such things as we discussed important details concerning our interviews. Suitable attire was no problem, for didn’t we have each other’s opinion to rely upon ? Be sides, any Salemite knows the value of neatness and attractiveness at all times. What did trouble us was a suit able, breath-taking opening for our interview. “Kind Sir, I represent Salem.” No, that wouldn’t do. Our prospective employer might have heard of Salem’s torture racks for failing students or the terrifying monsters with huge whips plaqed in the Music Building to see that each girl practices eighteen hours daily. ARer much thought, we decided on the difficult task of “playing dumb” and let the em ployer struggle with conversation. With our satin suits, cocktail hats, and spike heels we invaded the Business World. It is best to skip the slightly disgusting details of the various interviews. It’s enough to say that the big city was cold, detached and not a bit like Salem’s campus. For some reason, our employers (?) didn’t recognize or appreciate our high mentality, quick wit, and friendly attitude. It seemed that all they were interested in was WORK. The men we glimpsed were tired, old specimens, veterans of many And the salary years at work, offers—well, they wouldn’t cover cokes from Cleweil or daily visits to the soda shop. Monday morning found us back at Salem, sleeping peacefully until our 11:15 class. We went back to the comfortable attire of students —blue jeans and Salem jackets. And of course, we now had another full semester’s cuts to use dis creetly. Job? Who went looking for a job? We like it here! By Emma Sue Larkins Serious Senior felt sorry for Flippant Prei man. Flippant had never taken Examg jj Salem. She had never sat up all night long she had never “blanked out” or “craeked-up» she had never &runk two pots of coffee, tak® a double dose of “no-dose . She had neva had those horrible “Exam dreams” where books smothered her and calloused ink-staiasii fingers clutched her. She had never dreamel of John Milton chasing amoebas through tti angular traposoids. No, Flippant Fre.shEaai had never taken exams at Salem. Serious Senior decided that since she was a serious senior she would have to help Flip, pant Freshman. Not only help her but advie her, comfort her, coach her and above al teach her “the tricks, trades, wiles, waj's, methods and aims of taking and pass® exams.” “The first thing you have to remember" Senior instructed Freshman, “is that Exait Week is just a glorified version of Rat Wed The professors just step into the Sophomore shoes, and instead of saying “Praise AllaF and kneeling on a prayer rug, you say “Prais English” and kneel on your English bool And you needn’t carry the cigarettes anj candy in a pillow case—a note book won! be more appropriate. As for stunts to enter tain the Professors—a good one is to your term papers in on time or write thei notes in your blue book when you can’t of anything else to say.” Flippant soon found herself the special sti dent of Serious. She learned from her senif tutor that four erasers were an essential pw of all math exams. A ruler was not nect' sary, for she could always borrow one or B the edge of her shoe. As for biology fears were soon calmed. Flippant learns only two questions were asked: outline 4 course, and fill in the outline and diagram. Serious taught Flippant the two essential: of spelling. She learned to make her “i”s ai “e” alike, then put the dot above them in tl middle. And when in doubt about the ap» trophe, put it squarely in the center abo« the “s”. Senior went on coaching Flippant up Reading Day. She. taught her the arts “spotting”, “cramming”, “bulling”, and “bW ing”. She gave her lengthy lectupes on “fl' Rule of Answering True-False Questions “The Law of Multiple Choice”, and “How Say Something When You Don’t Kw Nothing”. It was a long, hard process, because Frei man was so Flippant and Senior was Serious. On Honors Day, Serious Senior w rewarded. Miss Hixson announced the Deal List and Flippant Freshman was on top the list. Miss Hixson also announced tl she would like to see several Serious Senii because they had made a deficient mark at there would have to be something done they were to graduate. The Salemite had big news for weeks come. Most of the articles consisted of essa written by Flippant Freshmen on the subjei of “How to Make Dean’s List”, “How Answer True-False Questions”, “The Ten Bdj Ways to Cram, Bluff, Bull and Spot”, “How to Become a Serious Senior”. Other minor features in the Salemite w®' written by the Seniors. They were entitl®^ “Cry”, “Blues”, “Going Home”, and Don’t You Haul-Off and Flunk Me One Time?”
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