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Everybody’s in a rush ■
some of us are frantic.
Nobody seems to want to f?o to the Christ
mas Eali Saturday night. Some say its so
stiff and formal that you can’t twirl and
twirl; you have to turn a square corner.
I low will I ever turn a square corner in those
silver sandals?
There’s so much to do before the Christmas
banquet. Will those place cards be finished,
and, wher(> is the Senior poem, and will Santa
make himself heard over the general hub-bub
of the crowd?
I’ve not heard from Richard. You don’t
suppose he would let me down this late and
not show up for the dance? He wouldn’t,
he couldn’t! Not after all I’ve been to him;
after I knitted him that pair of argyles.
Ah ! but it’s Christmas! He will come, and
we’ll dance and dance ’til I’m dizzy Saturday
night. And the lights will just spin by, and
all I’ll be able to see will be a blur of
colored lights.
And afterwards, I’m going to take Richard
to the snack and fill him up on ham biscuits
—for a little while anyway.
I’ve got to run up town and buy that
sweater for ‘my orphan’. Time is short, and
I must find the right size.
I won’t have to study too much for that
test. I’ve read my assignments all along, so
I’ll just give it a short review.
Think I’ll try to attend Vespers Sunday,
too. The smell of beeswax just fills Memorial
Hall to the last pew, and the scent clings to
vour fingers.
The Choral Ensemble has been practicing
“For Unto IIs A Child Is Born,”—the most
beautiful cantata. Really moving, and the
Ensemble did it so well yesterday in chapel.
Mrs. Gramley has the Moravian star hang
ing on the porch. No matter how hard the
wind blows, it stays. .Just swings with the
wind, throwing it’s light into the night.
And Sisters’ have candles in the windows
on Church Street, and there’s greenry around
the door at Brothers’ House.
I can’t wait to hear the kitchen staff sing
at the banquet. And there will be holly on
the table and candlelight.
Then there will be caroling around campus
by the seniors. The strains of “0 Come All
Ye Faithful” will just hang on the cold black
air. And girls will stumble on the bricks,
laugh and just keep on singing.
It’s here !
Mei-ry Christmas to all, and to all, a good
night!
®t)E ^alemite
Editor-in-Chief .„_Betty Lynn Wilson
Associate Editor Donald Caldwell
News Editor Jq Smitherman
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Feature Editor Bebg
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Make-up Editor Nancy Gilchrist
Pictoral Editor Jean Currin
Music Editors Ella Ann Lee, Martha Thornburg
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Freda Siler, Francine Pitts, Maggi Blakeney, Mary Anne
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Brown, Judy Graham, Sarah Vance, Kay Williams, Celia
Smith, Pat Ward, Ellen Summerell, Sherry Rich, Ann Mixon,
Kay Cunningham, Rachel Ray, Annette Price, Patsy Hill!
Ann Coley, Ann Knight, Sue Jette Davidson, Marianne
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Emily Heard, Sudie Mae Spain, Eleanor Smith, Pat Green,
Emma McCotter, Anne E, Edwards.
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Advertising Managers
Circulation Manager _
Faculty Advisor
-.DIantha Carter, Emily McClure
Ann Crenshaw
Miss Jess Byrd
a big rush — and
Tests to be taken in political thought,
Shakespeare, music history, European history,
and tm-m papers to be finished. Will these
vvoc'' never cease? Will there ever be time?
'rh(> girls won’t help serve at the midnight
snack. And we’re going to have too much
food, left over because nobody will buy the
tickets. Guess they don’t believe that old
adave about getting to a fellow’s heart
through his stomach.
And Ve.spers are coming up soon, and we
have to practice two hours for that! Some
times. that “Morning Star’s” five points are
a little bent. And where is that white dress
cqming from this time of year?
‘Po-rdon sir — i'm io'«nc| a. "bc-Ym
po-per on seasonal erDplov^ment —
I was fifteen. And it was this same. tin.
of year. Almost Christmas. I
Dad said, “Now let’s don’t put the tree uj
too early. The heat from the furnace wii
dry it out and we’ll have a fire on our hands,'
But with Sunday dinner just finished anj
the dishes washed, we couldn’t be bargainej
with. 1
And our pockets are so near empty! Where
is all the money coming from for the orphan
age party, the employees fund, the Christmas
lists, and gifts to the family?
Letters
Dear Faculty,
At the meeting of the President’s
Forum we discussed the problem
of the full schedule during the
period between Thanksgiving and
Christmas holidays.
We would like to list the social
activities that we are going to want
to be a part of and request that
you keep these in mind when as
signing tests and extra work dur
ing this time.
1. .Orphanage party given by
the “Y” and participated in
by most of the student body.
2. Christmas Dance given by
I. R. S.
3. Christmas Vespers given by
Senior Class and Sophomore
Class.
4. Christmas dinner given by
the Sophomore Class.
We feel that Christmas at Salem
plays a large part in an education
at S,alem. We have cut as many
activities that we feel we can
without cutting the activities that
make Christryas at Salem mean
ingful.
We feel that tests under such
conditions do not represent the
best quality of our work, for we
do not have the amount of time
to study properly.
President’s Forum
A letter to the students:
What is wrong with student sup
port of extra-curricular activities
on campus this year? Where is
the Salem spirit of which Mr. Britt
and Dr. Gramley speak so proudly ?
Why are the girls not participating
in the activities which their own
student organizations—such as the
Athletic Association, the Pierrettes,
A Midnight Snack
By Mary Anne Raines
In days long gone by a wise person once said,
“To win a man's heart you must use your head.
If you want to be romanced, courted and wooed,
Stuff your beloved with plenty of food.”
No words could be truer than those up above
So remember them well, when you’re looking for love.
Now the Senior class hopes you’ll each get your man
And so they’ve devised an ingenious plan.
At the I. R. S. dance this Saturday night.
You’ll dance away the hours ’till the stroke of midnight.
Now think of your date a'fter all of that dancing.
On an empty stomach, will he feel like romancing?
Bring him on over to the midnight snack
We’ll fill him with food, then give him back.
At the Day Student Center, from twelve until one.
There’ll be lots of food and plenty of fun.
It’s one dollar a couple to attend this affair.
But what’s one little dollar when love’s ?n the air!
So come on girls and don’t miss your chance
This may be the snack which starts that romance.
Adv.
So we piled into the car. Dad drove us t'
the country and visited with the farmer whil)
we looked for a tree.
EdiTOR^S Note: This cartoon is a reprint of one run
several years ago.
Dodging the ruts frozen over with ice, w j'
Id
ran down the tobacco-sled path through thi
wood. All along we peered through the t.J
pines for a cedar. “Just this high,” I in
structed my little brother, “so we can put tli \ \
the “Y”, and the I. R. S.—pro
mote ?
By simply examining the various
activities of our organizations and
the support which they received,
it is obvious that an indifference
to such activities is growing on
this campus.
One of the chief functions of the
Athletic Association here at Salem
is to promote intramural competi
tion between the classes in sports.
Yet the Junior class did not parti
cipate in the hockey competition
this fall and the freshmen were
forced to forfeit a volleyball game
because there were not enough
girls to make up either team.
With the exception of the Sen
iors, the turn out for class teams
has been very low this year. Do
Salemites not want to have intra
mural competition in sports ?
This lack of interest in student
activities appeared again in the
absence of Salemites in the audi
ence of the Pierrettes’ play. The
girls in the Pierrettes spent a
period of eight weeks in prepa
ration for the play, and only about
one fourth of the student body
came to see it. Are the students
at Salem not interested in dramatic
productions ?
Still another organization is feel
ing the lack of positive response
from Salemites. The Christmas
project of the “Y” is to give Christ
mas gifts to the colored orphan
age. The “Y” cabinet was turned
down by many students in their
request for presents for the child
ren. Half the student body has
failed to give a few articles so that
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star on top and its point won’t quite reacK
the ceiling.’
We pulled long strands of running cedaB?|
and hung them around our necks while wwj
.surveyed the holly tree. It was all leaves anc|||
no berries, but we tenderly whittled ofi||f
several of its branches anytvay.
The tree i4elf was the perfect size. Anc
so thick and green that, on my hands and^
knees, I had to chop and chop to make it fall.p!
We found another one nearby and I whackedpi
it down, too—just in case we needed it.
Our hands and feet were numb when we|
dragged what Dad called half the forest up||;
to the car. I ran back down the road to get||
the hatchet we left. And when I returned,
panting, the trees were fastened in the trunk®
and the cedar and holly were spread in the|
back floorboard. It was almost dark.
We took off our shoes and curled our feetfe
up in the back seat so we wouldn’t crush the^
Yedar and holly. lit
The next Christmas, when I was sixteen,
Dad said, “Why don’t we just buy a tree this
year downtown? They’re just as good as wej
can find in the country.”
I had begun to have Sunday-night dates;
so, feeling I shouldn’t risk leaving the tele
phone alone on Sunday afternoon, I agreed.
My little brother, outvoted, went down the
street to play carom vdth his friends.
So on Monday—of all daj^s to get a Christ
mas tree—Dad and I went to town. And we
bought a Christmas tree for a dollar. Or
maybe it was two dollars. It was a pretty
good tree-—a little thin. But the farmer said
they were all thinner than usual that year.
He was a tall farmer vdth rough hands and
a plaid jacket over his overalls. The running
cedar and holly he sold us were already
shaped into a wreath with a big red bow and
two bells.
We hung the wreath on the door and de
corated the tree. It had already been cleaned
around the bottom to fit a Christmas tree
stand. We didn’t use a hatchet the whole
time. And the ribbon we' used to make a
wreath every year stayed on the shelf in the
closet.
This year I want to use the ribbon. I want
to take my little brother, now as big as I
am, and go down into the country on Sunday
afternoon.
We’ll run down the path, dodge the icy
,'ruts, pull up running cedar, and gather berry-
less holly. And we’ll chop down our own
Christmas tree—two for good measure.
I can’t tie a professional bow on the wreath.
But somehow, any other way is just not the
same.