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Page Two THE SALEMITE Qiuincj, and liecelo4>*t^. . • Views From Other lands For the past three, years and again this year we at Salem have been fortunate—fortunate in having students from other countries living and studying here with us. From these girls we have gained and are gaining new and wider ^outlooks. They be come our friends and we absorb from them a part of themselves and their countries. They give to us and we give to them. Each of them takes home to her country a part of us and America. In a letter received recentl}^ from Hadwig Stolwitzer of Austria, she writes: “I very often think of all the things I have learned at Salem College—It seems a very short time a_go--I find I miss America in some ways—Life is altogether on a smaller; scope again. Ameri can customs which seem tiuite normal in Amer ica' seem crazy here. Sitting on the floor or carpet is one of these—Tliere are no more drug stores; cokes are unhealthy and blue jeans just> are not for sale anywhere—” Iladwig writes to us and we listen. Mari anne, Heile and Helen talk to us and we listen and are glad. Each of us is a part of Salem. AVe make Salem what it is. Therefore, it is a logical conclusion that we 'should be able to express our ideas about her.' letters to the editor give that opportunity for expression. They are important whether they are complaints or congratulations; radi cal or conservative. IIow , do you feel about the cuts system, Saturday classes, the building of a new dormi tory, social regulations and all other phases of Salem campus life? We are all willing to listen. Wlvat WiU yai4> Be^ainf? “What will you be doing next week?” If this question were asked, we’d probably answer, “Oh the usual. Monday will be ‘blue’, as always, and I’ll forget to throw my laun dry down to the basement and will have to carry it over myself. The sun will be too hot on tire hocky field and my post office box will be empty and dusty. “The rest of the week will probably be the same. too. I’ll write home about the week-end and dodge the loose bricks if it rains. I’ll promise myself to start on one of my term- papers and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ in the din ing hall.” Yes, next week can be the usual, or it can be very different from any other week in this whole schooT year. Next week is Keligious Emphasis AVeek. llev. Kenneth Goodson will spend the week here at Salem. He will talk in Chapel and at after-dinner vespers. He will be here to ex press his ideas and listen to our ideas; to answer our questions and listen to our prob lems. Next week can change our way of thinking or enforce the beliefs which we have already formulated. AVe can gain new views and re construct old ones. It is our opportunity. “What will you be doing next week?” OFFICES Lower floor Main Hall Downtown Office 304-306 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 Editor-in-Chief —, Associate Editor Managing Editor Alison'Britt Connie Murray Sally Reiland Feature Editor Betsy Lilea 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 Manager Claire Chestnut Business Staff: Peggie Horton, Carolyn Watlington, Betty Saunders, Diantha Carter, Ann Butler, Thelma Lancaster, Mary McNeely Rogers, Betty Morrison, Bebe Brown. Typists Joyce Billings, Ann Butler, Eleanor Smith Faculty Advisor 13 Miss Jess Byrd By Bobbi Kuss A hand drawn and crayoned map of France tacked up on her door —hmm—must be artistic—and in the north central part, a big black 'lot. I’ll bet that’s where she lives. You see, I’m sitting in Marianne Lederer’s room in South waiting to interview our “jeune fill'e” from France. I’m pondering over . what to ask her. There’s so much tha,t our three foreign friends have to offer us. Steps in the hall—must be the subject of niy thoughts—it is. I’ll start like this: Marianne do you _ _ ? How do ? Is there This is a little of what I learned from the girl who lives in Sceaux, France; about twenty min utes from Paris by subway. Marianne likes traveling best; speaks German and English; is studying Spanish; spent one year at the Sorbonne after high school; and loves' to read our English novels: quote:—Especially Wilde, Shaw, and Twain—^unquote. These ;ire only a few of her interests and accomplishments that have landed the oldest of seven children right in the middle of onr southern campus. She told me she loves Salem’s prett},- campus, it’s library, the friendly girls, her courses, and then stopped listing to say ‘'if I go on, I like everything!” She ex plained to me that she doesn’t like yineapple with mayonnaise or cran berry saiice with turkey. ‘‘That would be like heresy in France—to mix the sweet with the soup 1 The big breakfasts are so good; we ha\e just coffee and toast.” Customs Are Different It seems we American girls have dating and clothes near the top of our “big interests”, so I proceeded to ask Marianne about these two typical American “customs”. Mari anne and her friends in Sceaux would 'never wear hats to church. Nor would they wear socks; nor so much jewelry — especially ear rings. She said she’d never seen so many pearl necklaces. “It seems everyone has them.” “We don’t have a word for dat ing. We just say I’m going out. W^e don’t have ‘boyfriends’-.. We, call them ‘comrades’ (in simple English.-.‘companions’) Boys are looked on more as working part ners. We don’t have fraternity iiins of course — no fraternities! We never wear rings on the third finger of our left hand ’till we are engaged or married—Here in Am erica every girl would be engaged ! The French are well known for kissing in the streets, but it means . you really love someone. We don’t kiss half as easily as you do.” Marianne likes a tropical climate and loves living .in this warm clim ate here at Salem. I hope she means both the weather and us, for we surely are glad she’s here. I left Marianne and walked over to Clewell. Once again I'm sitting and wait ing—this time for a dark-haired, gracious girl with a friendliness that fits so well in this very friendly southern atmosphere. You’ve all seen the typically Chinese collared blouses and colorful embroidered dresses she wears. I’m waiting for Helen Fung Li Ann who hails from a British island off the southern part of Malaya called Singapore. Helen Has Flag While I waited I took a quick glance around the room—how pat riotic—an American flag! A pic ture of some bambooish-looking huts caught my eye. I learned later from Helen that the huts in the picture were made of rice stalk pressed flat and mounted on a piece of black silk by deaf and dumb girls at a school in Malaya. Helen came in and we started talking. She is nineteen and has a seventeen year old sister. She attended a British school equivalent to our high schools and took gradu ation exams sent to the school by Cambridge University. She laugh ingly told me what she’d heard from one of her friends in a letter this morning. It seemed that an English professor on the arts fac ulty at the University of Malaya called the roll the first day of classes and asked if anyone kne«' anything about Heleii Fung Li .Ann. Her friend stood up to inform him. “She’s m Fiorth Carolina. Helen had many things to say about our food. She’s never been used to such a variety. Thier basic . food is rice and a typujal meal w o u i (1 include soup, a vegetable, and meat. Helen’s always eaten with chopsticks too, except for her meals at boarding school! She talked of her first meal with an; American family at which she trier so hard to “do right”, but ended up taking only a very little bit o maslied potatoes which she mistook for butter !■ Likes Informality Helen likes the friendly^ faculty- student relations. She likes the lack of stiffness and deep discus sions at our teas. Seeing the fac ulty stand with students in line fdr supper on Saturday night trul> amazed her. “Girl-liov relations are so dit- ferent. There’s not half as much emphasis placed on it in Malaya. ■We are never so friendly. Helen 'said in her country the'library would be more filled on dates than it is here ! I liked one, observation she made —we aren’t the typical college girls she’d pictured. Our conversation borders more on week-ends, dates, and the game of “do you know? than ou-r studies. A ou know its .probably because going to college here is not half as much of a pri vilege as it is in Malaya and oth^r countries. Helen likes us and our American ways—and we certainly like the girl whose latest chore is writing “I love you , in Chinese, for us Saleraites! My next stop is the infirmary. Helle Falk, like so many of ns Salemites, has a cold! So, I didn t get to see her room ’til! after our talk, but when I did it was like walking into a travel bureau—a travel bureau for exclusive trips to Denmark—so many pretty posters ! The, second largest city in Den mark, Aarhus, is where Helle lives with her famih'-two brothers and two sisters, A proficiency in langu ages—English, German, and S\ve- dish; a love of literature; and a yen for travelin.g are a few of the things that have brought light haired, smiling Helle to our cam pus. Fond of Sports She’s fond of all sports and now is trying “something quite new— tennis! Helle loves the beautiful atmosphere here at Salem; the weeping willow she can see from her room; the ‘courtyard’ between South, her dorm, and the Alumnae House; and “the way the girls live together.” At one of her first American meals she thought her appetizer was dessert and was sure she would go hungry that meal! “My mother would think I’d forgotten all the manners I ever knew if she saw me using my knife and fork in your way. We use both to eat at home—fork in left hand, knife in right.” She’d never had sweet potatoes, squash, peppers, or green asparagus, but unlike Helen—much of our food is similar. A date in Aarhus centers around the home or a long bicycle ride in the country on a romantic Dan ish afternoon. Her graduation night from high school was a lot like ones we can all remember. “We danced all night and had breakfast afterwards.” As Marianne, Helle and her friends don’t wear hats half as much as we do. She goes skiing in Norway on Easter vacations. Drug stores are new to Helle as are Howard Johnson’s twenty-eight flavors of ice cream. Helle is new to us and we love her lasting new ness. My brief sojourn into a French, a Malayan, and a Danish life is ended now, but through its very brevity I want to learn to know Marianne, Helen, and Helle much better. so By. Connie Murray To be read in a monotone. Hum, de dum-dum; , dum, 'de duin-duuJ da-klihh (hold for a count of six seconds, thej fade it out.) My name is Conrad Friday | (Joe’s mv brother). I’m attached to the In ' investigator. (?)^ 1 work out of Salem SqiL„, 205, the city of AVinston-Salem, county jf Forsyth, state of North Carolina. My right. | hand man is Lefty. It was Monday morning, 9:40 a.m.—an or!. I uai-y Monday morning except for the hmri. cane raging through Salem Square. I was at | my desk, as usual, in Terry’s bistro, puttinj the finishing, touches on an ordinary cup of I coffee. I raised my head to make it easier to get the last s'wallo’w down. As I 'did, I san her standing in the door. She was a yoiajj blonde, willowy, sinewy, in fact, “wliew-ey!" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hanl, and folded the letter into her purse, I kneitl she wanted a handkerchief, so I offered her | mine. She reached into my coat pocket anJ withdrew it. That was unusual, because slit was standing four booths away at the time. In a few minutes she sat down beside lo, 1 felt her hand. It was cold. Then I saw I she was carrying a p^iece of dry ice, Skt | began to tell her story. Her lover, Don Peabody, had written he could not come: the week-end. His excuse: he had to meeti| dental appointment in New York with a Dr Loreili Jones. Her complaint: “It’s all a lie; he’s running out on me. I’ll kill him!” I;| job: find him! I sent Lefty out for coffee. Then I iveiit to Chapel Hill, since the letter was post marked “Beer AGllage.” It was now 11:05 a,i (I drive an M. G., and when I drive, I drivel! I 1 saw the red neon sign blinking “Comta-| nathy’s.” 1 nerved myself and walked in. just wanted to get the facts; that’s all 11 wanted—just the facts! The man behind tie counter quickly came forward. “A at do yal | vantf”, he asked. I explained that I was looking for a with bad teetli, a, Dorcus Peabody, and he seen him. He did not answer. His eyes I were cold and relentless, and I realized ke | was Stalin at me. He refused to answer, p; ing at tlie fifth amendment pasted on the' saying he would not incriminate himself. 1 walked out into the street. 8,:43 p-H-l Then I knew Mr. Conibernathy had stared Ion a long time. 1 had to find Dorcus before tl(| blonde did. 1 walked past the Carolina' and .smelled the food cooking. On a-huncti 1 went in—that’s all I did—I just played i| hunch. Sure enough, there was food on the counter-1 I ate a few mouthfuls of broccoli (yes, I f in Chapel Hill), and then stood up—it goes down easier that way. AA”hile I was standing | 1 saw the photograph on the floor. I pinl it up. It was a beautiful brunette. reclinin?| on a diving board. I saw the inscripth^ “To my onty love, D. P.., from Loreili.” ^ the back was an address: Room 12, Tappak'®J Keg Fraternity House. I finished my broccoli (couldn’t leave it)I and started for the TNK house. I walked nP| the stairs to Room 12, and knocked on door. I heard a tap-tap-tap from inside, one came to the door. I knocked again. S no answer. I knew then I had to do if held my breath and slid under the door. AAHat I saw was terrifying. I knew human could do it. But there was Dorc®' I had seen the ID bracelet on his arm. wj it was Dorcus, and he was tapping on M front teeth with a hammer. “All right, come along,” I said to him- turned and faced me. “Ya’ can’t take me;, ain’t done nothin’.” I told him I was h him on article 139—delayed payment aoi told him about the letter, and the photo; and the ID bracelet. I picked up the mer—the evidenoe—and pushed him out door. 9:39 p.m. I placed a call to Lefty. Hes«j! he’d gotten the coffee, and I told hi® , gotten my man. I told him I was headeH«| AVinston then and would bring Dorcus Dorcus’ case came up before the | Judge of Forsyth County on October 14,/ ' In the state of North Carolina, break®? vContinued on page tour;
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