^Uj44>^, . .
A dark raincoat-and-night-clad figure slip
ped down the back stairs of the Salem library
and out the side door of the basement. A
huge brown paper bag was clutched under the
left arm of the culprit ...
For two days after that—the remaining two
days before a big music appreciation test—
others in the class paid cab fare to a down
town record shop where they received glares
of the proprietors while memorizing the theme
of Beethoven’s “Fifth.”
A suspicious and punchy-looking character
lurked around the main reference room, wait
ing for everyone to go to lunch so she could
execute her plan. Hiding behind the long
bookcase, she skillfully snipped the palace of
Versailles out of Encyclopedia Britannica,
stuffed it in her pocket, and rmshed on to the
dining hall so as not to suffer the sparcity of
last servings—commenting to her roommate
on the way that she didn’t know how she
would ever beat the 6:00 p.m. deadline on
that term paper (she just hadn’t had time
with Johnny here all week)—unless she copied
the encyclopedia word for word . . .
Meanwhile, a hungry person stayed away
from the dining hall because she wanted to
check references on that long-ago completed
paper to be sure'her bibliography was cor
rect. She referred to the remaining jagged
edge of what had been the information she
A cream-applied pale face approached the
infirmary on the morning of a test—also the
day before her yet-undone notes were due on
a reserve Shakespeare book. At five o’clock,
she emerged—rushing to the one professor’s
office with notes in hand (then avoiding said
professor at dinner), and to the other with
tales of her illness, apologies for missing the
class, and excuses to keep from taking the
test until next week . . .
Several days later, a reserve book was dis
covered under the covers of an infirmary bed.
Five students escaped zeroes on their parallel
notes—but only because the professor hap
pened to be understanding.
A frantic scholar, six weeks behind on cur
rent event cards, escaped from the browsing
room with three pages of Time, two of Life
and seven of U. S. and World Report . .
A Salemite reporter could not beat the dead
line with her news article. The information
simjdy wasn’t there.
And then, we smile at our friends and say:
“At Salem we have an honor system.”
“At Salem we respect the rights of others.”
S. B. R.
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or f ALLEN ANOELS
By Mary Anne Raines
Of Salem’s education, and the quest
For knowledge by each student striving hard,
Sing heavenly muse, that on the brick paved walk.
Which winds along the roadway, didst inspire
The Grave Restorers to take solemn counsel
And reconstruct each narrow, cobbled walk.
And fence and crumbling edifice of brick.
Inspire in me the words to tell our plight.
And clarify the ways of profs to students.
Say first, for Salem hides .little from thy view.
What cause provokes three hundred well-bred girls
To burn all night their lamps of midnight oil.
To strive and strain, to live on benzadrine.
And curse each morn the new arisen sun?
What first reduced them to this foul condition?
The all-consuming grade; this threat it is
That hovers o’er their heads and makes
Each student quake to face the new born day.
Who wields this power causing such dismay?
The fallen angels, chained on a burning lake
Of deep devotion to their losing cause.
They, their glory tarnished though still present.
Inspire the students to stay up all night.
First Baalim, ruby countenanced, who waves
With vengence at each quaking girl, a sheet
Of yellow paper, and chuckles, “Don’t omit!”
Strong Ashtaroth, first folding up her wings.
Removing and replacing many times
Her spectacles, asks suddenly and loud,
“All right. Miss Brown, what else is in this play?”
The hawk then swoops to seize its startled prey.
Fierce Moloch, with his geometric slide.
Held clutched between his mighty, heavy ..(lands.
Is pushing “it” so “it” will not push him.
Eloquent Astarte, inspired, relates
The tales of her adventures numerous
In which she always solved the mystery.
With bouncing steps, lean Thammus trips along.
Pursued by many female sighs, he shrugs
And passes on, with parasol in hand.
Gaunt Chemos treads the solitary path.
With feathers changing—red to lavender.
Sunk deep in thought, she sees the light at last,
Befiold! “Four walls are to enclose a space!”
Azazel, a cherub tall, in quiet glee.
Delights to watch her students try to solve
The hundred “true and false” her brain devised.
And Lucifer, the learned sage, unlocks
The problems of the world and universe.
Then settles back into his coffee cup. ^
With eyes upraised, frail Belial lectures on.
Above his neckties bright with sunset scenes.
He in the clouds, his students in a fog!
Strong Mammon glares and seems to dare one mouth
To contradict his dissertation long.
Who, of the disgraced angels, leads this crew.
So'fallen from their rightful place of fame?
Who else but the archfiend, the soft toned serpent.
With untold cunning she devised the plan
To tempt the unenlightened Eve to take
A bite from the delicious fruit, as yet
Untasted, elective courses which were
Not filled. With that one taste came loss of all
Of Eden and banishment into the
Vast unknown. Thus fell Eve, the first to fall.
Though daily others go to join her plight.
The victims of that ghastly, fallen crew.
Lost are the students, now, they have no hope!
Each one must take her seat on the right hand
Oi blond Beelzebub, who judges forever •
The classified and the unclassified.
Dedicated to J. Milton
£etten4. *7o *74e Cddo-%.,^
Who will be your new leaders?
On March 15 in chapel, we will begin out
1955 elections with the selection of the presj'
dent and secretary of Student Government
For the next three weeks, members of tb
nominating committee will be giving serio®
consideration to their responsibility of noui '
nating capable people to hold various offices ■
during the coming year. The student body'
will in turn have the privilege of petitionin',
candidates for nomination and voting fcj
The nominating committee hopes that you
Mull give yonr votes the careful consideration
M'hieh they muII be giving the nominations.
Before you vote, stop and seriously thinl
about the qualifications of a good leader fot
your campus organizations. Shouldn’t ther
be mature, loyal to Salem and her standards
demand respect of the student body, possess
level heads, be tactful and dependable?
And may it not be forgotten that a certain
degree of scholarship is also necessary. Apf
one elected to a major office must rank at
least a C- average.
What other qualifications do you want in
Think before you vote. Sometimes we are
tempted to vote for our roommates or the
girl we know best. She may be the girl mTo
Mms more helpful to us during our first wnl
ot school, who got us a blind date, or helped
us pass a difficult course. Does this mean
that she muU make the best'leader? Perhaps
the_ other nominee is best qualified for 4
Think . . . Evaluate the qualifications of all
nominees . Then vote wisely in all the
elections . . . Vote for the most capable leader,
President of Student Government
(Editor’s Note:) The following letter is
from Lisa Meckelburg, one of our foreign sta-
Finland, but is
Dear Mrs. Heidbreder,
Thank you very, very much for your kind
I ^h^ve delighted
1 have been here two months already and
artvalT'"'^*' concerts, theatres,
on the picture of this was
othe? eSir^ “
le,r7« 7" of your ambassador, Mr. Bab-
iiassv the em.
sneak P • ' ® family, and learning to
speak I russian, rather than Russian.
the facultfto you,
tJie faculty, and my dear Salem.
and observations, some comments,
iJ.1, the dieeae-
Sion in chapel on last Tuesday.
the'traiw division over rules took
R wS 1! ?"^ a few deviations,
elders that P’^'^otical, conservative
imnractla/-!i "" on the revolutionary,
And as usiml*^^tb members,
the issue for ’ ^ iieated debating blurred
mdes ^«t then taken
plamT®fHa?ofr''f"^^®^ the early com-
p amt (that offenders were being turned in
ti^^^uelfm" ’Notified) give way logically to
™ies at necessity of
fil backw! u beginning to
tions that oHier'sctol'Votot' Tave^ 'whai
are oiflv a These
came no H ^ general questions that
came up during the discussion.
Everybody was posing answers. I too have
-^rst, the suggestion of reducing the num-
ber of regulations is as at^urd as ft is impos,
dents eoun’ ^he stu-
lestrietTou t any social
not^rnalh.T’^t then, is that rules are
not made to teach but to protect the innocent,
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