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Page Two THE S A L E MIT E October 9, 1953 %/e ' • This is Seorg© Salem is a school of traditions. We, who understand and are a part of her, know. Even those on the outside, those who watch her doors reopen year after year know. Salem is a school of traditions—the tradi tion of giving continuous service foi 181 years and the tradition of sugar cake and coffee. Each season at Salem has its own traditions. In the fall we sing “Standing at the Portal” to welcome the new year; we honor our founders on Pounders’ Day; we walk on brick paths to classes and shuffle through dead leaves in the square. Winter comes and we begin to prepare for Christmas. We go to see the Putz in Brothers’ House; we listen to the Seniors’ caroling; we go to Christmas Vespers in Memorial Hall; hang mistletoe over the dorm entrances; buy Moravian stars to send home and are glad for Christmas at Salem. Then spring comes and the leaves in the square are new and green. The pool is filled with water and the potted plants are brought out of the green house. On the morning of May Day, we go to chapel and receive pansies from the pansy bed back of the Alumnae House. The Seniors have three weeks of dorm privacy and we know it is almost over. These are the traditions of Salem. Some are important to the whole state; some are important only to us, who live with them. They did not all begin 181 years ago. They were added year by year and generation by generation. This week we have witnessed the beginning of a tradition—the signing of the honor book at Honor Chapel. The signing of an honor pledge is not new, but the idea of preserving in a book the names of those who pledge themselves is new. With the beginning of this tradition comes a new responsibility for all of us. We have promised in writing, in the presence of wit nesses, by our own volition that we will re spect and uphold our honor code. We have done this and future generations of Salemites will see what we have done and follow us. This week we have witnessed the beginning of a tradition. This week we have gained new responsibility. This week we must de cide that Salem’s future generations will be better because of us. By Kay Williams % It is Saturday morning at our house, and mother is fixing break fast. The early-m o r n i n g sun streams in'the breakfast-room win dows as I set the table and pour the coffee. Daddy is in the den reading the paper. We are being euiet so that George, my brother, may sleep late. Suddenly we hear a heavy Ummp on the floor above, water running in the bathroom, and feet pounding down the stairs. George skids around the corner w-th a “Hi, Dad,” on the way, and explodes into the kitchen. “Mama,” he asks breathlessly, “Can I go to Sam’s today ? All the kids 11 be there, and we’re gonna have a ball game.” This is George at the age of ten. He is not a little boy any more, but is not yet a young man. Al though he is almost as tall as I am, he is thin, in spite of the fact that he is continually eating. Mother says he runs it off, which is probably true. George’s hair is in a “Butch cut.” He likes it be cause he doesn’t have to waste time combing it or drjdng it after a swim. His eyes are brown, with long lashes. He has a dimple in his left cheek that shows when he grins, and it shows most of the ; finally go ahead and do a bang-up job, and then burst with pnde. Concerning dress-up occasions, he doesn’t mind wearing, a dress shirt, and just loves bow-ties. He is adorable in them, and very young- mannish looking. As soon as he gets home, however, he streaks up stairs and into his fatigue pants, T-shirt, and tennis shoes, his uni form. : Along with this uniform go, as I the seasons change, a baseball 'glove, a football, or a basketball. His ambitions change, also, and he , wants to be, in turn, a pitcher, a ; quarterback, or center forward. He practices each one industriously, and is fairly good for his age. He is short yet for basketball, but is already working on the different ■ shots, so that he’ will be ready I when the height comes along. 1 School is merely a means of get- I ting enough boys together to play I ball, although he confided to me Uhat he liked the lessons. He has to be driven to studying, but will finally get to work and make A’s. He doesn’t care much for girls, (except those that play ball well), but he will play contentedly with one until a boy appears on the Dy Phoebo': Hall After two years at Sharedith College, time. George is usually happy and con tented, and loves to joke and tease. His laughter is as contagious as it is frequent. He likes most food except squash, people except girls, books except spelling, and all forms of play. Life is not always sunny for George, however, and upsets come up every now and then. His most usual clashes are when he is requested to clean out the garage or store-room, but he will scene. George is affectionate, but a great display of affection is em barrassing to him. He is impulsive and warm-hearted, and given to I picking mother’s flowers and, bring- i ing them to her, saying, “Here Mama, I picked these just for you.” He is interesting to be around because he is serious and funny, and childish and grown-up. The next four or five years will change him a great deal, and I wish that I would be there to see it day by day. Three Little Words OFFICES Lower floor Main Hall Downtown Office 304-3 06 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company Subscription Price $3.00 a year Published every Friday of the College year by the Student Body of Salem College By Helen Fung Have you ever considered how much mischief three little words can do ? Take my case, where three little words were impolite enough to de scend upon me without warning, grab me unceremoniously by my collar, tie me helpless to a witch’s broomstick and send me shooting wildly through two oceans and three seas, landing me with a thud right in the center of Salem Square (sort of remote place somewhere on the other side of the world) in a fabulous land of peace and plenty, jazz and jive, dates and doughnuts, “Hi’s” and “Honey”. lust three little words with a big meaning; “Fung for Salem” I’m not being funny here. How would YOU feel if you returned from a Saturday morning’s shop ping and ran straight into the webs of Fate? Suppose you gathered your wits about you and decided that since you had to tear down the Western Union you might as well do it quick. No calamity, not death either, but something strange, like , . Editor-in-Chief Alison Britt Associate Editor Connie Murray Managing Editor Solly Reilond Feature Editor Betsy Liles Copy Editor Bebe Boyd Make-up Editor Donald Caldwell Headline Editor Boots Hudson Pictorial Editor Lu Long Ogburn Music Editor Edith Flagler Sports Editor , Lou Fike Editorial Staff: Laurie. Mitchell, Jean Edwards, Barbara Allen Sue Harrison, Louise Barron, Jackie Nielsen, Eleanor Smith, Martha Thornburg, Francine Pitts, Betty Tyler, Jane Brown, Betty Lynn Wilson, Mary Anne Raines, Freda Siler, Carolyn Kneeburg, Anne Edwards, Sandra Whitlock, Phoebe Hall, Nancy Gilchrist, Patsy Hill, Nancy Cockfield, Ruthie Lott, Molly Quinn. Circulation'iManager::. Claire Chestnut Business Staff: , Peggie Horton, Carolyn Watlington, Betty Saunders, Dianths , Carter, Anri Butler, Thelma Lancaster, Mary MoNeely ; Rogers, Brtty Morrison, Bebe. Prown. Typists .... ..^ Joyce Billings, Aon Butler, Eleanor' Smith Faculty Advisor, ...7..;.,.... .7..,,^^.,.... ; Miss Jess Byrd (substitute your own name) for Ethiopia” stared at you, hit you in the face, the impact of which only I-Iiroshima can describe. Where in the world is Ethiopia? ... or Salem, for all I knew? Well, don’t stand there like a fool, . . . And that was how, amid puzzle ment and delirious joy, that it was destined I should live in 214 Cle wed overlooking the. pool, that I should ’italiano’ my way through the language class,, gaze enraptured at the twitching of Ann Miles’ toes, haunt the Moravian Church yard on Sunday afternoons and be accepted by Saleni and the 'Fresh man Class as. their,,'.own. ,I am glad. 7 ' , ^ , , , . But when I first saw “Fung for Salem”, I didn't , know all this, I had no clue to work upon whatso ever. You will bear with me when I relate the silliest misconcep tions I had of poor old Salem. Being very practical and left alone after the initial flood of kisses, hugs and tears, I set off with my pals, several pencils and a thick pad, to the Library of the U. S. Information Service where, to our utter dispair, we discovered that there was more than one college called Salem. Which Salem for Fung? A bright brain suggested we must take a chance—the famous Salem College, founded in 1772, one of the oldest and best colleges for girls, must be the one. Five vol umes of American Universities and Colleges were thrust to us and the next hours were the most exciting in the world to Helen. It was her first meeting with Salem College, the correct one after all. Come to think of it, wasn’t I brave! Happily confident I knew quite a bit about Salem as I had seen two pictures of the Main Hall and the Graveyard, and’ with the words Sisters’ and Brothers’ House play ing in my mind, I couldn’t help but imagine cloisters with shadowy spirits of nuns and brothers hooded 1 in black robes floating about. It says Salem’s history dates back to 1772, who can tell if 18th Centtiry dames didn’t inhabit her halls ? Do women and children go to the public tap in Salem Square to drdw water ? Must be interesting to linger around the music conser vatory to eavesdrop on budding future musicians at their practices. On the other hand there must be the sweater-and-jeans, cigarette and lipstick energetic college girls that one so often reads about in books .or sees , in the movies or :magazines. Where will the friendly faculty come in ? Somehow I was kept too busy with preparation, farewells and the Thrill' .of travel ahead to worry too much about . (Continued on page four) b6Corn.es very wise. She realizes that calls from State are synonymous with tfe passing of the Seaboard Freight train~t if one stands in line long enough she pick up her box-mate’s package—that V Hall should be referred to as “The Moviji A^an” during study hours. She also finds the Music Department requires a two IimJ. red yard dash to meet practice hours-l concentration is easy if someone gives you “scoop” first —that you and everybody thinks that lunch line will be short at th same time—that the best time to date is e\w night, then play bridge later—that the libratj test your freshman year didn’t help you a ti —that church attendance really is requirtj and that your allowance doesn’t last long iii the “Bee Hive”. After two weeks at Salem, one also knows that phone calls are more private in than in Society — that getting no mail in times a day is as depressing as getting™ mail tw’ice a day, only more so—that study™ is more possible in the library than in smoking rooms—that the Music Department is oh third floor, but worth the sliakey elt- vator ride just to walk into Dean Sandresty studio—that the best time to date is whenyii get the opportunity—that the early inornk! aroma of the cigarette factory will keep y« from smoking until after lunch — that price of textbooks is still rising — that To« will lend you a nickel so you can buy a col —that everybody needs a bath the same tin you do and that cigarette holders are in A transfer, then, is lucky. She gets U privilege of not only observing but livm? new life. It’s easy, though, to have frequ® relapses. How embarrassing to get up enough to go to that eight-thirty Spanishes on Monday morning, drag into a chair, ® sit there for thirty minutes before reali® she’s carrying out last year’s schedule after trjdng to _ crawl out of class unnoW the transfer walks along back to the again in a daze, and wonders how in thew® they got the ivy to grow so thickly over wall of the pool since last June. Everyifi she goes she sees strange faces. What at ing freshman class, she remarks to h® f Then noticing the strange uneveness o walk under her feet she looks down a'ware once more that she isn’t a Shar^'i _ girl but a new Salemite herself. However, ultimate impressions reveal the two women’s colleges are strikingly —the presidents are both understandino humorous professors demand but at time inspire—procrastination is the hig^l veloped tale.nt among the girls who are e and friendly, but, nevertheless, typical e® sophisticates. The tradition is equally^® einating and “the joy of ' comradship ^ :thy spirit , makes us on.e.’k . ' : :
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