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It’s fnnny about Salem. Salem is a feeling,
not just a school. Salem is a tradition, not
just a group of buildings.
The feeling is all around ... at Christmas;
at Easter; on May Day; when everybody says
good-by at the end of the year.
The tradition is all around ... in the brick,
paths; in the ivy on tbe walls; in the tile
roofs; in Home Moravian Church.
People watch Salem . . . people from Win
ston-Salem ; boys from Davidson; parents from
home; Eussell from the kitchen. People watch
People are quick to praise and quick to
It’s funny about Salem. She has all these
feeling, tradition, interested people, and
it is so easy to lose all of this.
People are quick to praise when they see
or hear about the marvelous play productions
on campus; when they see May Day in all its
greenness and billowy dresses; when they see
the new Little Chapel.
People are quick to criticize when they hear
of obvious infractions of the rules; when they
hear or see that our honor system does not
It’s funny about Salem. There is so much
here, but everything that is Salem depends on
us. We can either keep it as it has been for
182 years or we can tear down with us every
thing that is Salem.
Salem depends on us and the honor system.
Illegal cars, infraction of the major offense
rules can ruin Salem and everything and
everybody connected with it.
Who are we? We are Sa-lem!
Some of us are rapidly leading Salem to a
situation that is embarrassing.
A few can destroy what 182 years has
Why be so foolish?
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We all know Helle, Helen and Marianne.
We all know and like them. They have
brought to Salem a something that would have
been absent without them.
We have all known the other students from
other countries that have studied and lived
at Salem with us. They too have added a
Salem needs girls like these. Salem needs
their ideas and thoughts. Salem will be with
out them unless the money for them is raised.
The “Y” is sponsoring an auction sale in
chapel next week in order to raise some of
the extra, needed money.
We can support this auction and help to
bring more students like Helle, Helen and
Marianne who have so much to offer us.
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By Bobbi Kuss
It ensnared me when the willow
Tried on a greenish veil,
When the grass took off her old
And brightened hill and dale;
It caught me when the dandelion
Donned feathery, yellow fluff,
When morning frost and wintrj'
Declared’they’d had enough;
It touched me when the jasmine
“I’ll wear my yellow today
And compliment the apple tree
In pink, across the way”;
It trapped me when the hyacinth
Brought Mam’selle April’s new
When daffodills’ and tulips’ styles
Brightened up my room;
It captured me when the camelia
Displayed her new spring bonnet.
When M’sieur Robin, with new
Poured forth his latest sonnet;
It met me when the ivy climbed
To skies more blue and fair.
When the azalea felt a warmer
Waft through her crimson hair;
It lifted me and whirled me bout,
It made me want to sing,
Spring fever made me want to
It’s Spring! It’s Spring f It’s
Here And There
By Freda Siler
Last week two compromises were
in the foreign neXvs. The biggest
of these, which has not yet suc
ceeded, concerned the Saar—that
rich land which is so important
both to France and Germany.
France needs the products of the
'Saar for its heavy industry. Ger
many wants French ratification of
EDC (European Army.)
In exchange for this, Germany
agreed to the points; (1) the Saar
will be an autonomous European
territory, (2) its economy will re
main linked to France, (3) no trade
preferment for West Germany until
the common market for Europe is
under way, (4) the SSrr “foreign
policy” will be directed by an im
partial high commissioner.
After this agreement, France an
nounced that she didn’t know when
she would get around to ratifying
EDC. The Germans replied, “The
French know, and we know, they
can have the Sarr. But they won’t
get our final agreement until we
get EDC in return. It was the
French who first said ‘no Sarr, no
German divisions.’ This works the
other way around too.”
The second compromise was an
effort to stamp out the Mau Mau
revolt in Kenya. The provisions
were; (1) a four-man war council
to stamp out the 18-month-old re
volt, and (2) a 16-man cabinet to
act as “the principal instrument of
government.” This cabinet would
include three non-white ministers—
two Indians and an African, The
whites were shocked—, but agreed.
The Negros didn’t get much, but
said they would do nothing to stop
The world’s oldest war was again
in the news. The Communist Viet
Minh attacked the French strong
hold of Dienhienphu. This fortress
is of more importance psychologi
cally than militarily in the Indo-
China war. This attack,.^ costing
manj' Communist lives, is being
carried out to make their position
stronger at the Geneva conference.
In a pre-election speech Malen
kov for the first time informed the
Russian people that another world
war would destroy civilization.
Until this announcement, the Rus
sian people had been told that an
other war would destroy Western
capitalism and that Socialism would
spread throughout the world. Thus
the Russian people learned of the
power of thermonuclear weapons,
and the West learned that the
Kremlin is aware of the horrible
implications of the H-bomb.
But there is more news about
the thermonuclear weapons. On
March 1, in the Marshall Islands,
one such, device was set off as a
precautionary rehearsal of a test
to come later. The force of the
blast completely surprised everyone
concerned. From this blast it
seems that the test on November
1, 1952, was a misfire. The latest
explosion probably exceeded the
force of 500 atom bombs like those
used at Hiroshima, and the height
of the radioactive cloud may have
exceeded 20 miles. No wonder the
formal test has been postponed a
Headline-making McCarthy had a
hard time last week. Not only did
the Army accuse him of political
pressure-cooking, but Ike took
away his job as spokesman of the
Republican party. This job was
given to Nixon. In his speech de
fending the administration against
Adlai Stevenson’s criticism, he also
rapped on McCarthy. He said,
“When you go out to shoot rats,
you have to shoot straight, because
when you shoot wildly, it not only
means that the rats may get away
more easily, but you might hit
someone else who’s trying to shoot
At the Western Hemisphere con
ference in Caracas, the first agree
ment with any real hope of stop
ping Communist infilteration in the
Americas passed 17 to one. Guate
mala was the dissenter to the plan
for joint action against such Red
activity. Mexico and Argentina
chose not to vote. This agreement,
presented by the U. S., is another
triumph for John Foster Dulles-, for
his persuasion obtained the passing
Letter To The Editor
I have a story to tell. It is a
story of the mechanism of student
activity at Salem.
During the past year, there have
been many jobs to be done on
campus—some of them small and
some of them large. Someone had
to see that coffees were given for
guests on campus; someone had to
write copy for each page of the
annual that everyone will be so
proud of when May rolls around;
someone had to give call-downs
for un-made beds.
The basketball games weren’t
played without teams; the paper
wasn’t printed without many trips
to the printing company and long
hours in the catacombs; the plays
weren’t given without rehearsals
involving many people—both on
stage and off; and the honor sys
tem didn’t just work without being
There were many jobs to be
done—and someone did them. Big
jobs and little jobs and jobs that
didn’t even show up for anything.
Sometimes these jobs were fun;
Other times they were work—but
someone did them. And someone
coordinated them and made each
little job a part of something
larger—and of something larger
yet—until all the jobs contributed
to one theme. And Salem’s stand
ards were upheld and made higher
by this coordination of jobs and
Now that elections for the en
suing year are drawing to a close,
and new officers will soon be in
stalled, there are many who would
like to say “thanks” to all these
coordinators. For it is through
these—the major officers on campus
—individually as the heads of their
own respective groups, and collec
tively as the central mechanism of
campus activity — that Salem has
worked for the betterment of all
during the past year.
We appreciate all the jobs they
have done and helped us do to
accomplish this working mechanism
which we all think is the, best!
By Francine Pitts
None of'the animals in the whole barnyard
had never seen a more outstanding creature.
She could “peep” higher and louder, but with
a clearer, more mellow tone than any chicken
since Noah’s time. When she was merely
scratching for worms in the soil, the designs
she created showed signs of a potential Picasso
Even the buzzards in the sky gazed in their
astonishment at the ability to use her sense
of direction when searching for food.
She was not a native of this particular barn
yard. She had been one of a brood of biddies
hatched in a nearby hatchery. As a general
rule there is always some odd creature in any
imported group of biddies.
The chickens could all remember that game
cock who turned out to be quite a nuisance
because he would dream of his battles and
crow in his sleep. The fowls had never for
gotten the sassy little bantam hen who had
continually bragged about her beautiful feat
Because of these past memories, the chick
ens had become a little skeptical of new ar
rivals who showed any characteristics that
were in any way out of the ordinary.
But amazing as it may seem, soon after the
arrival of “Wonder Biddle”, even the stubborn
old hens began to realize that her outstanding
characteristics were going to be an asset to
the yard. The results of her arrival were
numerous and varied.
Then there was the exclusive SMAKKC
(Sunday Morning Klu Kluk Choir). Since
once you are asked tosjoin you automatically
become a life member, “Wonder Biddie” really
didn’t have much choice about this decision,
No one had ever thought about turning down
a membership invitation to this club. So,
“Wonder Biddie” was drafted again.
With no trouble at all, “Wonder Biddie”
seemed to be able to excell in all her activities,
while at the same time she was normally
growing into a graceful young pullet.
The yard was looking forward to her first
egg with great enthusiasm. For if “Wondw
Biddie” excelled in her egg-laying as she did
in every other phase of the fowl life, it would
surely mean that- she would be asked to be
come a member .of the Board on Selection and
Elimination for Hens for Setting and Eggs for
Fulfilling all expectations. Wonder Biddie
did excell in her egg-laying which was soine-
ing over which she had no direct contro.
Because she had executed her other duties so
ably, the chickens of the yard naturaly ex
pected her to become a member of the boar .
For the first time Wonder Biddie was m a
precarious position. It became more and mor®
difficult for her to make the right choices an i
at the same time, keep peace among the to''•
Naturally each old sister thought her ,eggs
But because they lazed around in
plucking their feathers when they should a'
been searching for big nurtirtious, yolk-bui
iug worms, and white-building grams
M-heat, their eggs naturally were not as sii
able for hatching as those of the more
dustrious hens. j
In striving to create a sense of i j
duty in these stubborn old hens,
Biddie” was forced to reprimand at i
But poor “Wonder Biddie” received no '
operation at all from these hens, and |
sentment was built up against her.
couldn’t seem to realize that they had pn
in this situation. Neither could they J
that she was excelling in this job as we
she had in all her previous ones.
What was the reason for this? tji
Did they not want her to do the
’ could in this job also? Or did they wan j
to do this job so it would fit
sonal conveniences? This couldn’t , |
the reason. But what could it have
Wonder Biddie cannot quite seem o ,
stand what has happened to her, and n
do a few of the chickens ip, the yard.
Oh the perils of this foxvl life!