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THE SALEMITE
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Awoke the other morning to hear the swish,
swish of a broom in frictional contact with
the red, s(juare flagstones aromid Clewell.
And noticed later in the day the neat pile
of fallen tree limbs stacked around the base
of a tree out behind thfe Day Student Center.
Saw Mr. Yarbrough dart through the living-
room of Bitting just after the five o’clock
bell had rung on his way to the basement.
And heard. Miss Essie tell Moria to dust Me
morial Hall extremely well in preparation for
a recital.
Put on a hand-ironed blouse that had just
returned from the laundry; and exchanged
my blue bedroom slippers for a pair of brown
suede loafers, and left for the dining hall.
Tonight, we were having roast beef and
browned potatoes, my favorite meal.
So what?
So what would you do if you had to feed
approximately three hundred twenty-five girls
three times a day for eight months? I sup
pose you would have chicken, roast, veal,
liver and ham just like Mrs. Cunningham
does. And the vegetables would list in practi
cally the same order, particularly when you
had to stick to a budget.
That blouse you are wearing and those gym
socks look rather Avhite and bright, as the
advertisement says. Suppose you washed that
in your sink wdth the strongest soap you could
find. How smart of you, and to get it ironed,
too! Me, 1 never could seem to get my socks
clean. Once rubbed the skin from my finger
trying to get the mud out of my sicks.
Some schools, and some of the more elite
ones, have a work system whereby the stu
dents keep the lounge neat and clean. The
girls take turns emptying the ashtrays, sweep
ing the floors, and generally tidying up^
While I enjoy a neat room, I don’t know that
T would particularly relish the job of cleaning
up after a group of thoughtless girls.
The light in our room burned out about
six one evening, and we had a difficult time
getting to bed by the light from the hall.
Duly left our note in the Dean’s Office, and
were joyed to see a one hundred-watt bulb
in the ceiling socket the next day.
And for some unknown reason our hot
water faucet went haywire, and we weren’t
able to turn it off. Hot water was splashing
everywhere until we finally had sense enough
to turn the water off the pipe controls. By
evening, we had a shiny new faucet that
worked. It didn’t match the other faucet,
but we weren’t forced to use cold water.
Won’t be too long before I will watch Lillie
Bell clean Bitting for the last time. And I’ll
have to run over to Mrs. King’s establishment
on May 28 to pick up my laundry and say
good-bye.
Dorothy has waited on me for four years,
sneaking milk out when I looked especially
weak, and bringing onions for my green
beans. Mr. Yarbrough assured me that our
window screen wouldn’t fall out again, after
he had made a special trip up on third floor
to put it back. I thanked him for his trouble.
This cartoon is a reprint of one run several years ago.
By Sally Reiland
While engulfed in a sea of cam
pus activities and living in the
depths of fiery Ds turned in—we
decided to remedy Chaos by pad
dling canoes to Chapel Hill for
weekends.
According to the New Yorker:
“Now that it is quite clear that
thermonuclear explosions can in a
few years make the earth unin
habitable, steps are being taken to
meet the situation. Here in New
York, the City Council has re- :
sponded by banning toy pistols. i
President Eisenhower has been to |
hear billy Graham—who told him;
that our problem is human nature, j
not the H.bomb. And plans are
afoot to launch a satellite, or arti- j
ficial heavenly body, which will ,
travel around the earth in space.
It is to be about the size of a
softball.”
Upon receiving the Federation
of American Scientists’ warning
about contamination of the earth’s
atmosphere by radioactivity from
bomb tests, the layout editors of
the Herald Tribune must have ex
perienced quite a headache. Finally,
after juggling this item suggesting
the end of all life on earth, they
published it on page 3 and prob
ably took an aspirin (in hopes that
a few readers advance beyond page
one.)
Two days later, the same paper
I published the story about the ban
ning of toy pistols. It ran on page
one. On the day between and the
page between came an account of
a new bomb test in Navada, with
the light from said bomb visible
a thousand miles away, and local
troop maneuvers cancelled because
of the fallout.
In the meantime, others seem to
remain totally oblivious to any
problem. According to a recent
United Press release from Holly
wood :
Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis
threw the Hollywood Brown
Derby in an uproar again this
week when they put on an im^
promptu show more riotous than
their TV program.
“Dean arrived first and sat in a
booth counting aloud the loot
the pair had earned the previous
three weeks in Las Vegas.
“We didn’t just fill the hotel,”
Dean said, “we filled the whole
town. It’s as quiet as a pair of
rubber dice there in January, but
we pulled ’em in.”
Dean was interrupted when Jerry
ankled up to put on his special
brand of zaniness for the benefit
of an interviewer.
“Waiter! Waiter! Jerry hollered.
“The service in this joint stinks.”
A platoon of red-coated waiters
hustled over. Jerry said they
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Here And There
Which reminds me!
you, too.
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By Freda Siler
Great Britain. Last week the lead
ers of the Labor Party met to de
cide what to do about Aneurin
Bevan. Bevan had to be dealt with
for he has continually raised his
voice in opposition to the party
line in Parliament. The fact that
he refused to vote with his party
in censuring the Tory government’s
defense plans was overlooked, for
62 other Laborites had also ab
stained. But what the opposition
party could not overlook was the
speech Bevan made in Parliament
taunting party leader Attlee on
Labor’s willingness to use the H-
bomb.
This was not the first time Bevan
has been in trouble with his party
for he was expelled from it for
eight months in 1939 for seeking a
“united front” with the British
Communists.
At the meeting of Labor Party
leaders, the right-wingers insisted
that something drastic be done.
Attlee tried to avoid it, but finally
had to put the proposition of “with
drawing the party whip” from
Bevan to a vote. The right-wingers
won nine to four. This decision
means that Bevan will not be in
vited to party councils—a prelude
to outright expulsion.
France. The new Premier Edgar
Faure is trying to steer a middle
course between Mendes-France’s
contentious boldness and the do-
nothing-ism of Mendes’ predeces
sors. In a statement about this
plan he said, “I know people will
talk about me having a small ap
petite. I don’t eat everything in
sight. I nibble.”
His nibbling got off to a good
start when the Assembly passed
his budget of $164 million, the same
problem that cost Mendes his of
fice. Another nibble that counts
was the Senate’s agreement to start
debate on the Paris accords, the
vital issue of German rearmament
that the Assembly has already
passed. An early date set for de
bate made Senate passage a little
surer.
Italy. Prenlier Scelba won an im
portant victory, which well may be
his last, when the Senate passed
the Paris accords last week. This
made Italy the first nation on the
Continent to ratify West German
rearmament.
The debate in the Senate almost
turned into a brawl with the Com
munists and Neo-Fascists calling
each other names. The Fascists
were supporting the Christian
Democrats, who could have done
without their support.
The accords passed 139 to 82 with
mostly Communists voting against.
Although Scelba was successful in
this measure it is beginning to
look like he is going to lose his
job. His four-party coalition can-
riot agree on domestic policy.
The secretary-general of the
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By Mary Mac Rogers
Wrapped in a bark blue housecoat, win
my initials in white old English, letters, three
of the six buttons missing, my feet in blaclj'
leather slides—the sole on the left one L
loose—I caught it on the nail in the floor o( :
my room. I
Sure is lonesome now that Sandy is gone-
a Pall Mall in one hand a long green penei
in the other, I sat in the living room ani
tried to decide what in the world I would
write for “Of All Things” for the Salemite,
I thought of deep philosophical ideas, the
provisions of the Constitution of the Year
Three of the French Republic—yellow pages
also surrounded me; Dr. Spencer decided to
give us a test in European history.
Then I remembred, Miss Byrd in Preshmat
English said, “Please girls, write about some-j
thing you know.” That narrowed the problem!
down—something I knew about.
An empty apple pie tin, papers, cards, asl
trays, a broken lamp, the Gramley’s black cat
curled up on the chair, blue rug and green
furniture and a native picture'—high cheel
bones representing poverty, wide lips — sen
suality, the green leaves at the back not
finished, came into focus. South! 'Seven
months in South—I guess I know it best.
First of all. South is a tall red brick build
ing that faces Salem Square. (It won’t be
tall for long; it’s next on the agenda of Old
Salem.) It has four doors—two to the out-
sid.e, one to the attic and one to Main Hall
wide floor boards and a big fire place in the
living room. The fireplace doesn’t work.
But South is more than a building it also
has class rooms. Anytime of the day you can
hear experiences of Dr. Welch, and any time
of the day or night—music. It’s very pleasant
to be a^vakened at the late hour of 7 :00 with
the strains of H. M. S. Pinafore sweeping
through the floor boards. (Susie is teaching
it at the Academy.)
There arf always attractive bulletin boards
to be viewed and coats piled fifteen feet deep
on top of the sign out sheet—especially when
you are in a hurry to fly to town. We’ve
got culture too—the art lab is upstairs.
But South is more than a building of class
rooms it’s a dorm. It has fifteen rooms, §
bj,th and a john—and Miss Barrier, Jane and
twenty-three girls—and dates on the week
ends.
Back to the girls—tall, short, blond, red
headed, brownette, black headed, thin and
plump all different. Aggie and Gull-Marie
greatest desire a private phone system—Pifi
and Betti s private beauty salon (at their con
venience) — Dayl and Smiley —B. W. 0. C.-
Louise—diamond-Betsy!
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