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1^ Au6in4a, . . Dear Salemites, This is one of you, speaking to you. k Salemite, even though I still speak English with my dreadful German accent. I am the Austrain foreign student of 1952-53. More over, I still haven’t learned to cut short my long compound German sentences. Since I have left you, I had to give up a lot of go'od, American customs. You would hardly recognize me any more. I no longer walk around in white bobby socks, but I al ways wear hose now when I go to my classes. The time is past when I strolled around cam pus carrying my books, notebooks and pens under my arm, losing something at every cor ner. I now have to have a briefcase to stow my things away while I walk through town to the university. There aren’t even any more cokes to drink in corner drug stores. Just the “Mensa” where students can get cheap food or otherwise there are the cafes where you can gulp down an “espresso”, a diminutive cup of black coffee. But being a girl you don’t especially care to go to those cafes alone. No more chapel for me, no more student skits. Of course there are some clubs at our university in Innsbruck. There are two groups of them. Firstly, the rough and ready camp ing and outdoor type where you climb another mountain every Sunday, which is a little stren uous, I think. Then secondly the sophisticated, witty kind with an arrogant atmosphere where it is rather formal and not always amusing. Now which should I joinf I am used to in formal gatherings like the I. R. C. When I meet somebody at the university nowadays I never say “hi.” I say “Guten Tag, Herr Kollege (Frau Kollegin)”, which means “good day Mister colleague (Miss colleague)”. This is bec9,use there are so many students at our university that you never know peo ple’s names, but only their faces, so here is a way out of the dilema. Yet, even though you find me so changed, I am still a Salemite. How shall I explain this mystery? Why, it is like that story which you all must have heard at school at some time or another; a person changes so much in seven years, that no part of the per son s body is the same as seven years ago. Still fhe person’s ego is the same. Now I think that Salem becomes so much a part of every Salemite’s ego, that it is with a Salemite forever after. Therefore I shall never forget my happy memories of Salem and in spite of time and space I shall always be a Salemite. 1 H t. 5 L. L IVi i 1 , Hemuutefi Heidi (Hadwig Stolwitzer) Alice McNeely, president of Student Govern ment, has asked that Salemites be reminded of Reading Day social regulations. The hand book states: “ . . . Student are pledged not to leave the campus limits or to have dates on this day. Out of town friends who come to the college unexpectedly that day may be re ceived in the living room of Clewell for one. half hour with the permission of the Dean of Students. Lights are out for underclassmen at 11:30.” ®fie Salemite n^a OFFICES Lower, floor Main Hall Downtown Office—3 04-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company P Price $3.50 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 .... d . t .1 fppy Editor Make-up Editor it - Uonald Caldwell Headline Editor u j " ^si:‘Eduor‘°’:..:;::;;: ::::::;::::::;:::' lu lo^ ogb^ Sports Editor Edith Flagler Editorial Staff: Laurie Mitchell, jean'Edwards. Barbara M Barron. Jackie Nielson, Eleanor Smith, Martha Thornburg, Francine Pitts, Betty Tyler lane Bro™, Betty Lynn Wilson. Mary Anne Rainesf Freda’ Siler Carolyn Kneeburg Anne Edwards Sandra Whitlock, Phoebe Hill. Nancy Cocklield, Ruthie ^tt, Molly Quinn, Emily Heard, Sudie Mae Spain, Kay Business Manager ol Cirimlation Manager ...... Clai/e ChestaSt Business SUff: Peggie Horton, Carolyn Watlington, Bettv Saunders, Diantha Carter, Ann Butler, Thelma Lancaster, Mary MeNeely Rogers, Betty Morrison, Bebe Brown Typists Joyce Billings, Ann Butler, Eleanor Smith Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd 'Tha.t old e;ramlhaT1oh lay 5we eeling. Globe Trotters By Bobbi Kuss I imagine the traditional New Year’s baby, now two weeks old, is quite bewildered about the status of things in his new global cradle. But then, who isn’t?! Most bewildering are Russia’s soft words and gentle deeds. Rus sian propagandists even claim Rus sia “is sick and tired of the cold war and wants to end it”. Malen kov sent wishes to the U. S. people for happiness and a peaceful life with a postscript evidencing a be lief that there are no obstacles to improving relations ! I would say . . . why not have faith in such evidence of moves to ward “peace on earth, good will to ward men” . . . but the inherent practices of Communism indicate a new regime with a new strategy for an old policy and disprove her Christmas spirit. Moscow via Molotov has agreed to a Big Four meeting on January 25, in Berlin ... a meeting on the date Moscow wants, in the place it wants, and with the topics for dis cussion it wants. This will be the first Big Four meeting since Paris, New York. Diary By Bebe Boyd Had Aeneas kept strict details of his journies, they would have been in close competition with the DIARY OF A NEW YORK TRIP. This account is composed and directed by Miss Margaret Simp son and Miss Elizabeth Welch. Put your mind at ease—imagine a Friday morning and December 25 . . . You were there. FRI. DEC. 25: We boarded the 8:45 p.m. pullman, and marveled at the compactness of the double bed room—still haven’t figured out how the porter maneuvered the upper berth into place. SAT. DEC. 26: Arrived Penn Station two minutes early; checked into hotel. Made the rounds of theater box- offices and gleefully secured tickets to four shows. (We already had tickets to eight.) Joined other standees, who turned out to be “sitees”, to see Roz Russell in “Wonderful Town.” After short rest and dinner, saw Mary Martin and Charles Boyer in “Kind Sir”. SUN. DEC. 27: Went to church at 5th Ave. Presbyterian Church: ;;,fter 20-block bus ride and 6-block walk, directed by a passing female “character”, we found the theater for “Madam, Will You Walk,” which we found delightful. Afterwards joined the subway strap-hangers with destination Times Square, a spaghetti supper, and English movie “The Man Be tween.” MON. DEC. 28: By crosstown bus to the United Nations and guided tour through the maginifi- cent buildings led by attractive Austrian girl. Back to 5th Ave. and lunch at Schraffts. 12 blocks of window-shopping—bargain-hunt ing. Made afternoon showing of En glish film “The Captain’s Paradise”, where we bumped into friends from Winston-Salem. Dinner with Doris Spangenburg, former Salem faculty member, followed by the play “Seven-Year Itch” with Eddie Al bert. TUES. DEC. 29: Went down in hotel elevator with three matrons in identical black Persian lamb coats. Stood in 4 block long line for Music Hall long enough to see Perry Como and his baby-blue Cadillac inch by in traffic jam and then went shopping. Dinner with friends at Sardi’s and to theater for Maurice Evans’ enjoyable “Dial M. for Murder.” WED. DEC. 30: More shopping and enjoying window displays now filled with cruise and resort clothes. Delighted with matinee perfor mance of Margaret Sullivan and Joseph Cotten in “Sabrina Fair”. Dinner at seafood restaurant and then enjoyed lavishness of “Kismet” despite overpowering volume of orchestra and audible conversation of ushers standing nearby THURS. DEC. 31: Were first in line, braving an icy wind, for standing room for “Can-Can”. Shopped in a couple of stores and it was time to head for our balcony seats for the deservedly prize-win- ning Picnic . An early dinner so we .could wangle good standing room space for “Can-Can”, which was worth all our efforts. (Continued On Page Three) By Connie Murray It was back last January 1, I believe. I remember walking down the narrow little alley to the third and last door on the right. The metal sign swung back and forth in the breeze, beckoning to strangers: “Madam Porcy All rx-P TV/Tiv) rlo Qn TIFi cm T ' i definitely a change in 1949 . . strategy I The West does not expect the meeting to produce any dramatic settlement, or even produce a peace treaty for Austria and Germany. So, western strategy will probably evolve around exposure to the world of Russia’s adversity to any sort of settlement at the cost of losing East Russia; and then, ad journment of the conference with hopes that western Europe will see the necessity of strong union. There are predictions too on Eastern strategy. Molotov’s work will probably center on splitting the West and unifying the Soviet Union, Eastern Europe, France, and if possible, Britain against Ger- man}^ Dissension in the West is already evident. Churchill still does not consider the meeting a good substitute for. a private conference with Malen kov in Moscow. Britain still wants a seat for Red China in the U.N. France, shaky in leadership, is rid ing the fence with eyes toward appeasement as another “friend” in S. E. Asia, India. All, Reader of Minds and Chaucer.” Ldut. ched my little beat billfold in one hand and my head in’ the other—afraid someone would take my billfold and wishing someone would take my head. Like I say, it was back last January 1. I turned the doorknob and opened the door into the dark, dusty room. It smelled of cob webs and smoke and stale tomato soup. As the advertisement in the newspaper had in structed, I paced the floor for three minutes, then screamed. (Seems I’ve done this before.) I saw her—shades of Salem Square, it was Madam Forcy All! She was dressed in kelly green satin and black, to match her complexion and hair, I supposed. Her eyes were small and beady and crossed, and she looked quickly Jrom side to side like it was March 15. But like I say, it was back last January 1. Her long stringy hair wms tangled in a mass of Woolwortli silver beads and the Mae West jacket sbe wore, in case of a flood. Her dress dragged the floor, like those of Scarlett O’Hara. In fact she reminded me of something from the Civil War. What was it? Oh, yes, Sherman’s March to the Sea. This was the moment. “I want you to predict my future for the next year.” She lighted up like the neon sign above “Oley’s Big Orange,” and explained that sbe had had only Chauper customers lately. “Trouble, trouble, boil and ... oh, I never could remember that thing. Well, let’s get on with January. I see nothing for the first part of the month, but towards the latter ...” She hesitated. She did. And as she nar rowed her eyes, she told me I would have trouble with two doctors: one who dealt with language and one who dealt with eyes. It all added up; just as I feared: too much read ing for English exam. “But,” she added, “February will find you with an abundance of old manuscripts.” By this I knew she meant mucho mail in the P. 0. “In March, you will be dispossessed of a small fortune.” That meant another Book Store bill. “April will find yon exploring fantastic and unknown realms.” I had promised to clean the attic during Easter vacation. “In May, you will have a new treasure.” I would be out of the attic by that time with a bunch of my old love letters. “Come June, you will be entangled with legalities.” The only document I could think of was the Sheepskin I hoped to possess by then. “During July and August, you will travel.” Yell, to the weddings of my friends. September will bring a new man into your life.” Yes, I’ve heard about the window washer in the Cement Factory, where I’ll te Working. In October, you will find the key to happe ness. ’ Oh, please let it be the key to my 'trunk;, the one I lost last fall after I had carefully packed away all my summer clothes. _ And November—you’ll have a highly elat ing experience.” Do you reckon Charles laughton will be sufficiently recuperated by then to lecture—I’ll get to hear him yet. And December, the month of mistletoe and snow, the time when dreams come true. And your dream will come true.” Oh, that meant I would nJ lacF 1 n Would at last get my week-end at Caroling' The old woman staggered to her feet, and I knew bv tlio ... 1 £ cnew by the expression on her face that she a suffered many years, suffered from im grown toe nails. She smiled kindly at m®- My child, you know your future for the next we ve months, and I don’t even know wher® it IS that I’m a-going.” I gave her the specified fee, enough to buy a new translation of the Squire’s Tale, and started out the door. I did. And till this day I can’t remember how it was that I g®* ae home. But I do remember it was bac last January 1. i
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