Newspapers / Salem College Student Newspaper / Dec. 9, 1955, edition 1 / Page 2
Part of Salem College Student Newspaper / About this page
This page has errors
The date, title, or page description is wrong
This page has harmful content
This page contains sensitive or offensive material
PWe^^Tw^ ^ NcUiue . . . is liei-c. You can’t escape it— don’t try. At oiie minute past twelve midnight on Nov- eiiTfHM’'24, the commercial decorations went up all over the town. There are lights, all colors, ta-ees, real and artificial, reindeer — sorry, all artificial,—and tinsel enough to glamorize it. It’s rathe!' prett.y; look at it, for it will all l>e gone in a month. hast week there was the Putz. The indus- trioiAs lailies decorated,—the Pmothers’ House with n:'i'*:iature,s, and. themselves with costumes —-brev'cd coffee, baked sugarbread, dipped strings hi, beeswax, and generally promoted Old Salem. Ib^pe you went. It was intei’esting. This we'keud there will be a dance. Gowns, long and short, ci-inolines, girls and bo.ys, long and short, will flake into the snow-filled Cor- i-iii Refectory and di'ift in a storm of niusic. If you worked on it, .you’i-e proud; if you’re going, .you’re excited; if ,vou don’t do either, you’re unaware. You just missed out on an other Christmas activity. Next week you’ll go downtown. Full of that Christmas spirit, and cai'iied along by sound waves in the form of carols coming from amplifiers hidden behind a plastic Santa Claus or a silver-spra.yed wreath hanging from the ceiling, .you’ll be jostled and bumped and pu.shed to the counter where you’ll find just the gift for mother, father, and Joe. You might even get a little something for the or phan you understandably forgot last week. Don’t forget to have them gift-wrapped, the presents, not the orphan. Also next week, there’ll be carols sung in chapel, dorm decorating (I alread,y see one Christmas tree in a Clewell window), Senior Vespers, caroling, dorm parties, and “pea nuts.” There may be a few tests, but the,^' don’t matter, for Friday begins the nicest part of alt. Then we leave—for three weeks of parties, small and large, dances, small and large, and bowl games, large. Anything is fun during Christmas, because its Christmas that special time of the year with that special feeling. One more thing—there’s a holy day coming up, ju.st about the middle of our holiday. I’hat’s Christmas Day — .you know, the day Christ was born. Well. T hope you have a happy Christmas. E. M. M. ®t)e ^alemite Published every Friday of the Colley year by the Student Body of Salem College Subscription Price—$i.30 a year OFFICES Lower floor Main Hall Downtown Office 304.306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company Edifor-in-Chle^ Associate Editor - .— Assistant Editor Managing Editor News Editor feature Editor Assistant Feature Editor Copy Editor Heads Editor — Make-Up-Editor ... Emily McClure ..Mary Benton Royster Bebe Boyd Jo Smitherman Ann Knight Judy Graham Pictorai Editor Music Editors ..Martha Ann Kennedy Mariam Quarles . Toni Gin Sue Jette Davidson Peggy, Horton Ella Ann Lee, Beth Paul Circulation Manager.. Faculty Advisor business Manager ... Ann Darden Webb ...Miss Jess Byrd Ann Williams Advertising Manager Marian Myers Editorial Staff: Mary Mac Rogers, Sissy Allen, Marianne Boyd, Emma McGotter, Sudie Mde Spain, Sarah Vance, Ann Coley, Nancy Warren, Dottie Ervin, Barbara Durham, Anne Miles, Marcia Stanley, Pat Flynt, Jeane Smitherman, Ann Summerell, Pat Houston/ Mary Anne Hagwood. Business Staff: Bunny Gregg, Katherine Oglesby, Becky Doll A^Cord, Betty Byrum, Jane Shiflet, Peggy Ingram, Mary Curtis WHke, Kay Hannan, Sue Davis, Jean Jacobs, Margaret Hogan,' Jane Little, Margaret Fletcher. Around The Square By Jo Smitherman Kfrtg)-burning seems to be the latest college fad. And both effigy incidents smeared over last week’s papers revolved around the peren nial fad of athletics. At headline glance, the protest ing Georgia Tech students were champions, of human rights, balking the governor’s segregationist ulti matum. But the signs, they carried into the city square said nothing about tlie segregation issue. The reheUious students were about to lose the glory of a Sugar Bowl appearance by the crack Georgia 'J'ecli football team. Periiaps one can stretch it a little and say that they can be admired for disi^garding that fact that Pitt’s second-string fullback is a Negro. But it looks like they were just too busy burning the effigy to recognize the realty hot isstie involved. * * * Then, down in Baptist Hollow tvhen the football coach and athle tic director resigned, the students’ ire led them to the door of the president. Somebody had started a nasty rumor that Dr. Tribble was in favor of de-emphasizing athletics at Wake Forest. Five hundred stu dents hung a gallows in his front yard and burned him in effigy. Tribble, a good Baptist from way back, was called out to testify. His prosecutor was a member of the football team. Yep. There’s no doubt about the nerve of American college students. But the rebels seem to be wanting for a valid Here at Salem we get up in the air when we make the front page of the local afternoon newspaper. And it is not so strange, is it, that with tlie world as fashion-wise as it is, the people of the city might be interested in what we can and cannot wear around here. It’s logical to assume, too, that since the petition for Bermudas in the library originated with the stu dents and not with the IRS Coun cil, the issue was not an entirely dead one. Lots of Salemites ac cused the Sentinel of making some thing out of nothing. Looks like that’s what we did. ♦ * * And, perhaps, what the local radio news hawk did. The same man was over for an interview with Beyond the Square By Emma McCotter United Nations; Last week with out a dissenting voice, the General Assembly agreed to drop the Al- , gerian . case from the agenda. It was this case which caused France to walk out of the General As- semb!}^ Following the General Assembly’s agreement, in France Foreign Minister Pinay hailed “a victory for reason,” achieved without any pressure by the French themselves, and ordered his delegates to return posthaste to their ' seats in the U. N. Middle East: Well, now the third sectional organization has been established. It is the Middle East Treaty O r.g a n i z a t i on (METO) which was born last week in Bag dad. The countries in this new organization are; Iran, Iraq, Tur key, and Pakistan. Thus, this is a last link in a defensive chain forged around the ■ Communist land mass from Nor way to the Philippines. The group is united, but there is still one question which divides them and that is the acute problem of the Israeli-Egyptan crisis. In spite of this the METO na tions Have declared their' trust in the West—and that is probably the greatest importance 6f the- Bagdad meeting. In the end, METO will he strong or weak in- the exact degree that the West. Js .willing, to, make' it so. Germany: Since Chancellor Ade nauer heard of the failure of the i Geneva Conference on the question | of reunifying Germany, he has been working on the formation of West Germany’s new armed forces. He desires to have four combat divi sions in the field b}" the end of 1956. The Bonn government seems to he going right along with the Chancellor’s wishes, because it re cently- established a five-member Supreme Military Council to as sume direct operational command over the armed forces. It looks as if Germany is taking charge of the'direction of the rearmament program without the aid of the Western nations. , , South Africa: Here last week electoral colleges, formed according to Nationalist Premier Johannes Strydom’s tricky new rules, met to pack the country’s Upper House and create the two-thirds majority that he needs to expunge from the constitution the hateful clause that for-forty-five years has guaranteed voting rights to 50,000 mixed-blood citizens. As a result, the Nationalists in flated their countrywide majority to 77 of the Senate’s 89 members. Now the way seems dear for, Stry- dom to establish the total-“master rule” of whites that ■ he • has preached so long. • ■ ^ The'-wa.v is also clear, at some future- time, to proclaihi a-republic and.; make- Afrikaans the only df- fieiai .language of the' land. This' all looks .like a definite step -in the iiistdry' of South Africa- toward' be-- coming a true nation however,-the; road still looks long. December 9. IQj;i: Hot judo OinicH^ Bonnett Gerf. Afterwards he con versed on tapCi with Emily McClure about thfe Salemite and things in general. ‘When you aren’t occupied elsewhere this! week-end, tune m to WAIR’s “Week-End,” a well- done mock of “Monitor. * * * No one seemed to regret that she missed the State-Wake Forest game to hear Bennett Cerf. And the girls who saw the game express no regrets, either. Cerf definitely snowed the campus, but with a soft spring snow and not a howling December storm. At the coffee, somebody reminded him he was competing with basketball. He didn’t seem to mind. Cerf calls .himself “the eternal optimist.f I heard about another optimist once. He fell ten stories and at each window he shouted to his friends: “I’m all right so far! No inference intended. Over in South the girls found goldfish Frederick dying — swollen and still on top of the water. They put aspirin in the water to get him out of his misery. And Dottie Ervin added some chemicals from the chemistry lab. Instead of dying Frederick pro duced Borne highly potential eggs and came back to life. Unfor tunately, the young mother has no men friends, so she may die child less. But to spare her all the em barrassment possible, the kind girls in South changed her name to Frederica. There is still a ray of humanity in this wicked world. * * * Louise Pharr reached over her head for a high ball and came screaming off the volleyball court. She was immediately replaced. She termed the catastrophe “the great est let-down I’ve ever had!” Another statistic in this week’s Bloodshed Boxscore is Suzanne Gordon, whose sprained finger from volleyball has excused her from the final practices of the Winston- Salem Symphony. She plays violin and will probably be ready for action again by game time (see front page article for details). By Martha Ann Kennedy Th(' hoy lay on liLs narrow, olive-drab cot yvitli his hands, behind his head. He could see several objects on his metal footlocker- a neatly pressed uniform, a pair of shiny brown slices, and some dark green and gold bottles of champagne. It had cost $10 a fifth and he hoped thatJt would be enough for that night. He had known all along that he would be in .Germany for Christmas, but here it was Christmas Eve and he wasn’t quite .so hard as he had plamtej to be. • '• , ■ '4' Anyhow, he and three others had platiBed to make a night of it down at the Blue Angel, the small, dark cellar under the town’s one hotel. The round tables were sticky with beer. It would be crowded though, he.knqw, with smoke, G.I.’s, and noise. The girl who sang boisterous songs in a mixture of German and. English wasn’t bad—, he though,—lots of blond hair but rather on the hefty side, . He moved restlessly and sat up. Why didn’t the others come on? He wished he hadn’t finished his detail so soon. This waiting gave him too much time to think. He lay back down. He wondered how his mother asd his girl would like the presents he had sent them. His mother would cherish the silver howl, not be cause of its heavy scrolled beauty, but because he had picked it out for her. He could see her proudly showing it to her friends and bear them sympathizing with her about him being away at Christmas. He was almost scared to think of his girl— he hoped she was still his girl. Sure, she wrote every week, but how could he rely on letters from a million miles away? The pre sent, a small wooden music, box, meant some thing to him, and maybe she would realize it. It tinkled out one of the songs from the Stu dent Prince, and he had nearly worn it out, playing it. Finally, he had carefully wrapped it in cotton and shredded newspaper, so the tiny carved peasant couple on top would not get broken. He jumped up, mad at himself for letting his thoughts get .so sentimental. He went to the barracks door and opened it. The air was still and crisp, and two or three stars twinkkl in the bine-grey sky. He wondered what m the devil was keeping his buddies—:they would be late and might not get a table near the handstand. He turned hack into the barracks after a few minutes, and the green and gold bottles met his eye. Slowly, he moved toward them, picked them up and tossed one on each of his buddies’ cots. Turning quickly, he grabbed his re'gulatiou overcoat and walked out the door and the road toward town. He chuckled as he thought of their surprise when they found out tomorrow where he had gone., ' , - , , Soon he reached, his destination. He, opened ' the. heavy wide polished, door, and there- 'W.ei®. unmistakably goose bumps on his arm ah' saw.the.glow of candles .'and'many kneelml, ..figures.. ■■ r- ■ ' t,' '
Salem College Student Newspaper
Standardized title groups preceding, succeeding, and alternate titles together.
Dec. 9, 1955, edition 1
2
Click "Submit" to request a review of this page. NCDHC staff will check .
0 / 75