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?
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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?”