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THE SALEMITE
i-siKsesma
We Maae Za/f04fell, . .
. . . these few weeks with some spare time
for movies, television, and magazines.
. . . the moving lecture by General Romulo
v'hieh has stimulated us to take more interest
in our foreign affairs.
. . . the competitive spirit and suspense of
the Salem Sweetheart contest—we may speak
to Betty Lynn and Carolyn again, even though
they wouldn’t tell us who won.
. . . the finals of the badminton tournament
and the practices for the basketball tourna
ment.
. . . the tryouts for the Pierrette play cast;
who knows, maybe that small part will lead
to stardom!
. . . the rush of these first weeks in the
semester, even though Ave complain and fuss
because some of our books aren’t here yet.
... the excitement of “dressing up” and,,
hearing another thrilling Civic Mvt.sic Concert.
. . . the thoughts of sarcastic valentine'",
from the Book Store, bought to send to “the
ones”, yet we know that we really won’t mail
them after all—“th§ ones” might send us one
like that!
. . . the growing familiarity and friendship
with Salem’s newest Valentine, our foreign
student; we wish we could speak Korean as
well as she does English with only three
months practice.
. . . the excitement of knowing that the Oslo
Scholarship is to be offered again this year;,'
Ave are already composing letters to the fac-
tdty committee and thinking up references.
. . . the planning of Parents’ Day with hopes
that our parents will enjoy it as much as w^
have enjoyed planning it—and they will.
. . . the short Student Government Chapel
program, brief and to the point.
. . . the companionship of the “black kitty”
as he makes every dormitory and every class
room his home.
Cartoon by Rose Dickinson
TIHE C€S/H€I2AMA
By Sally Reiland
Love (Alfred A. Knopf, $3.50). Of
There is a tide in the affairs of ‘^ose who
A u- 1. heard her lecture here
time Studied her
Salem students
rushes in about this time of year • . , ,
-somewhere between the undertow Previous books-The
of last semester’s exams and the
enlareine revnlets nf thi. etc.-would be her pre-
We Jlaae Milled, , ,
. . . Donald and Sandy, and the others who"
didn’t return this semester; there will always
be a vacant place that they left waiting to
be filled.
. . . the snow this week, but we are a little
glad it didn’t snow again—those snowballs
tan really hurt.
. . . the girls in the Home-Management
house, and we are looking forward already
to the time when they will be “amongst” us
again.
. . . some sophomores, juniors, and seniors,
busy again observing for some phase of an
education or psychology course.
... the rage of knitting that descended on
campus a month before Christmas—all those
socks must have been finished or are being)
saved to finish next Christmas.
' Mary- Benton Royster
enlarging revulets of this semes
ter’s term papers—and insists:
“Get thee away from those stag
nant stacks of knowledge. Unbend
the knees that have long been
stooping between shelves of musty
old manuscripts—you scholars
Unbend and emerse yourselves in
the fathomless down beat of the
browsing room chairs; read the
New Yorker and
sentation of this “fitful drama’
which takes place in the emotions
of four people in the south of
Ireland; four people who share
memories for a ramshackle country
home known as Montefort.
Here, thirty years after the death
of its owner, Guy, come Lilia (who
had been afianced to him at the
j time of his death), her husband
I Fred, their twenty-year-old daugh
ter, Jane, and a cousin of Guy’s,
pour over the
Saturday Review; temporarily for
get what St. Anselm said of truth, I^ cousin of Guy’s,
and worry no more (this month I to spend the summer,
anyway) over whether ibid, follows
op. cit. (or is it the opposite?) . . .
“Lean over the main desk at the
library (never mind if your rolled-
up levis show from underneath
your raincoat—as contemporary
literature is beyond such consider
ations) and reach affectionately for
your favorite author’s latest child
... Or let Mr. Suavely charge
Di-acuia (chances are your parents
won’t know it’s the most powerful
vampiric thriller circulating on
campus today) to your account . . .
At any rate—quit trying to gobble
the sea-horses of the past for just
a few days, and nibble on the
white-caps of the present tide . . .’’
That’s what it insists . . . And
speaking of past and present, wa
find the noted Irish novelist, Eliza
beth Bowen, dealing with just this
in her latd’st book, A World of
Through a technique of searching
layers of consciousness. Miss Bo
wen shows that the present and
past are not separated, but fused,
in depicting three hypnotic June
days . . . Days in which Jane en
counters the past in the attic of
the old home in the form of Guy’s
letters—written either to Antonia
(who had also been in love with
him years before) or to Lilia—
which, they never know.
After each has read the letters,
they are burned—and the heat that
lingers on from them, we suspect,
has to do with this interrelation
or things present, past and to be;
this inner agitation that “quickens
a consciousness” of what it is to
be alive “a rush of memory from
an unquiet past; it is to feel the
suspended future”, as Walter
Havighurst has suggested.
(Continued next week)
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United States: The biggest news
around the world last week was
Formosa, and to us all, the most
important part of that news was
Congress’s passing of, President
Eisenhower’s resolution.
This resolution mainly asked the
House and Senate to give the Pre
sident authority to use United
States forces as he deems neces
sary for the protection of Formosa
and the Pescadores.
Very few thought this was neces
sary; Eisenhower already had this
authority. But the resolution was
sent to Congress for approval for
two reasons;
1) Ike wanted to demonstrate
national unity behind his policy
2) he wanted to keep his 1952
campaign promise that he would
submit to Congress any proposed
steps to use United States forces
in combat;
If Formosa became another Ko
rea, he wanted to ward off criti
cisms like those directed at Tru-
man.
Mayala: The British last week
were not only watching Formosa,
but they also had a wary eye on
Mayala.
Currently, the British are de
ploying more than 250,000 troops
home guards, and police against,
fewer than 6,000 Communist gueril-
las. The Communist victories in
near-by Indo-China have given
these guerillas a new rallying cry,
“Father Mas is coming.”
The British are sending para
troops to this rubber-rich colony
Last month they decided to equip
i three Malayan airfields for jet-
Australia,
1,2000 infantrymen are being train-
: ed for jungle war-fare.
Middle East: The Arab League
states broke out in a quarrel last
week. The ^ reason was that Iraq
decided to join a defense alliance
with NATO member Turkey.
Iraq’s pact collided with the
leagues’ strictures against members
joining an outside alliance. As the
quarrel vvent on, it became clear
that the Arabs are not debating
whether to join the West, but
rather when and how.
Spain: This country has been in
(Continued on Page Four)
February 1 1, 19551
liy Martha Thornburg
Ton’’! I'xeiise me if I reminisce—it
soon be February 14, and I’d like to for
that it will be on Monday this year. s
Tiio’-e are several different stages in the dt I
Jigbtfu] game of “Be My Valentine”. To ni(|
they van be classified into four groups. i,
First is the generous, don’t-leave-anyone-oij |
stare of grammar school. Here, at the fron; p-
of every room, was the inevitable valentirl
box. Made of cardboard, but disguised wif '$
red crepe paper and lacy hearts, it held ; |
place of honor. fi
The girls sent a valentine to everyone
the room—while the boys only sent cards
their ten sweethearts. The more bashful om
slipped theirs in the desks when no one w
looking.
On the afternoon of Valentine’s day, „
impatiently sat at our desks while someon-
opened the big red box—and decipherei
names on smudged envelopes. If we wen
lucky, the teacher gave us a party—and w
left with sticky fingers, big smiles and valer
tines. When I got home—I found the be
valentine of all. It came in the mail, and w;
signed “Love, Daddy”.
The next stage was in the fourth, fifth, an
sixth grades. I advanced from the penny va’
entine to the five cent variety. In the fourt
grade my hidden artistic ability struggle
forth, and. I decided to make my own vale:
tines.
All set with red construction paper, lac
mats, white ink, glue, and scissors, I went
work. Since I still insisted on sending a va
entine to everyone in my room, this was
major operation. Mother was most un-coi
operative in making me pick up all the littltl
sera ns of red paper from the rug. : ;
When “Operation Make-Your-Own” was comj
pleted, I took my masterpieces to school and
proudly placed them in the Valentine box
On the afternoon of February 14, my ego was
demolished. The boy in front of me took om
look at his little (jupid with the beautiful
fringe and white letters, and said, “Did you
make this thing?” This ended my unhappjj
experience in “How to Get An Inferiority
Complex in One Easy Lesson.” !
Graduating from the sixth grade, I faced!
a new series of Valentine Days. It suddenly!
occurred to me that people actually read the'
verses on Valentines. With this discovery, I
lingered over the Valentine counter, trying to
imagine how many ways one could interpret
four line poems.
As^ if this weren’t a big enough problem,
my list of boy friends had diminished to one.
Low I had to find a Valentine that told of
over-whelming passion without saying “I lovri
you Finally I found one with the subtly
touch I wanted—and this time I mailed it
(we were too old. for big red boxes at the
front of the room).
You can imagine my excitement when a big
envelope was sent to my house from Him.
le heart on the front was thrilling enough
ut it had more. After unfolding it six
beaming with each new mention
^ stared at the picture on the in
couldn’t be—I folded it-
uniolded It again—and it was still there. In
ron of me was a little boy sticking out his
tongue. ^
Leaving this unpleasant episode, I’ll go to
me oui h stage, high school, where hearts
are oxten broken instead of exchanged. But
("LiiN T 14. Not being a precocious
noil A ninth grade when I re-
«lTn ■ Valentine candy,
bmothered with ribbons and floAvers were the
somp chocolate. I rationed out
ntp X lo my dearest friends and
e rest myself which greatly improved
my complexion. & n
elaborate token was accompanied by
hntii eautiful card I’d ever seen. I won’1
thp with details, but the blue satin on
rosehiirU
ro.sebuds on the candy box.
card^7irrf ^o^ever, the blue satin
In the back of
harrllv ^ ^ school senior could
Smei? “ «nch childisli
sentiment—but he was cute!
alwa^v.^ ago—though I’ll
ys be excited on February 14 I’d tell
aeTTokN?" ' T? have Le to ri t.
the Book Store and buy John a Valentine.