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pn Pa^e Two THE SALE MITE And 9JiBtaUted4utfen4. Onc® Upoii A Time I, the old editor, being of tired mind and ink stained fingers do, on this 13th day of March, 1953, will the Salemite, with all its trials and joys, to Selma and her fresh and eager staff. To her I also leave. the midnight vigils in the Catacombs and the 8 ;30 a.m. trips to the Snn. To Alison, whose only job will he to asso ciate, I leave Mr. Cashion’s jokes, Francis’ added lines, Lida Kuth’s conversations, Mr. Ed’s perfect heads and Mack’s truck trips. And to Connie, Sally and Betsy I give all dropped galleys, upside down heads and last minute hole fillers. I will good copy and balanced make-up to Edith, Bebe, Bessie and Donald. To Joan I wish books void of red ink, and to Marguerite and Maggie, obliging and prolific advertisers. T leave Woodrow, Piedmont and. the Journal- Sentinel to Lu Long. To all senior members of the staff I give free Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, and strange-feeling Fridays as they read the Salemite and see copy that they have never seen before. Especially to Peggy I leave time to read all tiie novels and drink all the coffee she wants. To Faye I give a mail box filled only with letters from Ross, instead of bills and ex change papers. To Jeanne I give back her car to use at her own discretion. And I leave for Tjorrie movies and popcorn everts;Wednesday By Mary Anne Raines night. As for Mr. Cashion, I leave him with regret. We shall miss his wit and his patience, but these assets are left with another appreciative audience. To any member of the new staff who is in need I leave Miss Byrd’s unlimited supply of comp papers along with her suggestions and consolations' when holes appear and when heads are misspelled. Dr. Gramley I give to the whole staff to profit by his tips on news and feature writ ing and to enjoy his informal talks in the Salemite office. To all who have helped get the paper out and to all who have encouraged us by read ing it—faculty, staff and students—I leave my appreciation. Eleanor McGregor 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 Chears 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 Laricins, 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 Manager Faye Lee Advertising Manager Joan Shope Circulation Manager Jean Shope Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd Once upon a time there was a small town nestled between green trees on the side of a hill. This town was divided, as all towns are, into different sections. The busi ness district was situated on one side of the town and around it was a new residential district. Farther out was the very oldest residential district. Here resided those citizens who had lived in town the longest. Those people were the aristoracy and stayed by themselves most of the time. Occasionally they ven tured into the business district but only if they had to. They disliked that part of town, because it was noisy and boisterous. (They had forgotten that once they had lived in that part of town.) They looked skeptically at the people there, be cause they were newcomers and hadn’t learned to adjust completely to the new rules. The people living in the business district occasionally forgot their “responsibility” and broke a few minor laws. Every time they did, they were thrown into jail with heavy penalties and words of re proach by the assistant-mayor. They soon began to wonder if they weren’t being treated a little too harshly. Their rebelious spirit grew until one night they raided the assistant- mayor’s house. These raids be came more frequent until it seemed that a civil war was inevitable. However, one night a few of the bravest citivens marched into the assistant-mayor’s home and pre sented a list of grievances to her. She called a meeting of the people and presented her side of the story to them. They were very sympathetic and realized that they had done wrong. So they set about to co-operate with her. I know you expect this story to end “and they lived happily ever after.” The towm has been living fairly happily. Every now and then there is a minor outburst, because so many people, with such lively spirits, living so close to gether, can’t be good all of the time. Sometimes the}' wonder if they were the only ones at fault, because it is a well known fact that dissention doesn’t spring up for no reason at all. Also, every now and then a few members of the aristocracy lecture the people of the business district causing them to become rebellious again. However, in spite of these ^ outbursts, the people are trying to co-operate with the assistant-mayor and she with them. . And you know, I believe they will live happily ever after. Letters To Tiie Editor Congratulations to the technical staff and crew members of The Medium! How did you do it ? How were you able to maintain a smoothly-working backstage or ganization through weeks of pre paration and through three per formances ? Who shall the cast and director thank ? Emily Baker with her bathtub full df dye? Sally Reiland with cue sheets and wrench ? Ann Mixon and her “Places, please— curtain in five minutes”? Fae Deaton with her tattered score and responsible eye ? Angela Howard with her policeman and her gun ? Maggie, Rooney and Francine with base and liner. Or shall we thank instead your faithful crew members? Why didn’t one of you get careless? Why didn’t you bring up that green light at the wTong time so the audience would know we had a lighting crew backstage ? Why didn’t you forget to place the gun on stage—it would have been so much fun to laugh about after wards ! Why wasn’t the curtain pulled too soon, too late, too fast, too slow? I dn’t know the answer to these things. I think you do, and it’s important for you'to hold on to that answer. But I do want you to recognize the significance of your contribution to The Medium. There have always been hard working and responsible people back stage, but there has never been a production in which respon- ibility was assumed by every mem ber of every crew. And there has never been such a strong feeling of harmony — “esprit-de-corps” in the back stage group. The cast was tremendously im pressed by your' skill, smooth ef ficiency,^ and, most of all, by your good will. You made the cast con fident-confident that you would do your work so they could do theirs. Thank you for your suc cessful production. Elizabeth Riegner Recently it seems that there has been quite a lot of discussion on the subject of “giving” here at Salem. First considered was the giving of time and abilities to campus organizations; now, with the Red Cross Drive approaching next week, the Salemite finds reason to question her material giving. So often when a Salemite is asked to contribute to a worth while cause, her natural voice re action is something to the effect of the follow'ing: “Why are we constantly Ijeing drained of money for this cause or that cause . . . I’m sorry, but I just can’t give this time . . . I’m so terribly broke I 'can’t even buy myself a cup of coffee;” and then is later heard to remark to her roommate while partaking of a banana split at the Mrug store, “I’ve just quit giving to these darned drives. What do they mean to me anyway, except an empty wallet? I’ll never need the services of the Red Cross or any other such organizations.” . . . Then does she realize how lucky she is ? A Salem girls is lucky. She has never experienced the feeling of a wounded marine in Korea as he sees blood flow from a transfusion bottle into his arm; nor has she seen blood bring back the nearly- gone life of a mangled accident victim. She doesn’t know that last year the Red Cross collected over a million and a half pints of blood for hospitals in this country and provided an additional two and a half million pints for military use; and still the demand was greater than the supply. Does she know that 32,000 dis aster-stricken families received food, shelter, medical care and help in rehabilitation last year from the Red Cross—the total cost of this relief being nearly 20 million dol lars ? She doesn’t live in a flood or tornado area. These and hundreds of other money and time-consuming services are carried out each year by the Red Cross. This group does its job. Does the Salemite realize how lucky she is to support it rather than to be supported by it? When collections are made in the dorms next week for this cause, let us hope that the Salemite will give in the light of personal identi fication with that marine or that disaster victim. Then she will have proved how lucky she is. Sally Reiland By Anne Lowe Eighty grains of sand lay in tlie bottom Johnny’s sand bucket. Johnny had each grain carefully and now he was them down to his favorite spot on the to build a house with them. The grains were scared. It was the fis time their papa and mama sands had let leave their homes on the sand dune. Squeejj, squash, zip, bang. Johnny poured them oiitE Some he put in the first floor of his hoi» these grains would have to be good be' he put two shells to watch over them. T1 two shells he called Miss Carlson and JIs^' ; Reed. Gn the second floor he put some older ,saj; grains that he had played witli before, fc could watch out for the new grains that I put on the third floor. Now he was reail,i to play. He put the grains to work. They work and worked because he always threatened!! | put them to sea if they didn’t. And enough a big wave came and washed sob away. Maybe they were playing too much, \ thought. He had heard radios musicka and he heard about some grains, called Jac Carolyn, Beauty and Jean Watt, throwf,' sea water under Lorrie’s door and washii'l away three pairs of shoes. To stop such carryings-on Johnny built »| other house and in this house he put eighte grains of sand. He put the other grains im house that he made very Strong. This work better. Only a few grains were washed awi' ’' and these had run off with handsome bitsi •, gravel that they had met. These grains built houses of their own and started raisiil little sand grains. This is had, thought Johnny. For he notift that some other grains were having the sat idea. Some named Faye, Myra, B. J., Jeit Emma, Sue, Norma, Kappy and CharM were neglecting their work because they busy hunting for glittering things to decora* themselves with. The sun started to go down and John decided that he was hungry but he hated leave the grains to be washed away. Ma) they have learned to take care of theinseh said Johnny. I think I’ll ask them and se First he looked in the little house. He * a small, white grain called. Willie add numbers together and talking about a i named Einstein. A tall grain was talk about teaching school. Two grains, i looked just alike and were called Marcia Bebe, were talking about moving to anot part of the beach, while a shoi’t grain ca Margie played the piano. They are all right but how about the gn in the other house. Johnny peeped in a ' dow. A tall, light grain called Ruthie painting, while a dark grain called Jo composing a poem. They are jill right he thought. One by one he called the grains out of houses and told them that from now on t would have to take care of themselves, warned them of the sudden rain storms, way a wave could creep up when no one looking and how to protect themselves f' the sun. Picking up his sand bucket, Johnny st home. Squeesh, squash, sqneesh, squash
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