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Th' incoming; staff of the Salemite has a
mimber of precedents to meet and to try to
better. The mo.st impressive of these prece
dents is the editorial calibre of the past year’s
issues.
Rtndents and faculty and administration
and parents—all who read the Salemite were
aware, and frequently said they were aware,
of the depth of the editorials, their scope sub-
.ier-t-wi.se. and the impersonal, restrained tone
that is rarely achieved by an undergraduate.
A commendation is due the past editor for
restoi'ing this serious, contemplative element
to otir newspaper.
Our aim, as a staff, is not to let that element
die out.
• • •
Ai)i-il 6-10 has been declared Academic
I'T-ec'dom Week by the U. S. National Student
Association. We at Salem generally feel that
there are no restraints on our academic free-
do!ti.
But we really would not know. Unless a
dog tries to break away from his master, he
never learns that there is a leash on him.
Most of us will never know whether Salem is
restraining our opinions or not. It might be
fun to try out a new idea on your friends or
your professors.
Who knows? Maybe the dog has been quiet
for so long the leash has been taken off and
thrown away.
The phrase civil rights means a number of concrete things. It means
the right to be treated equally before the law. It means the right to
equal opportunity for education, employment and decent living conditions.
Adlai E. Stevenson
Around the Square
^aci
Fifty years from now people will be talking
about the things that characterized our gene
ration. One of these will be war; another
will be the breakdown of racial prejudice;
another will be abstract and esoteric poetry;
another will be jazz.
And, probably, our grandchildren will hear
about some of the lurid outgrowths of a war-
wary generation; a contemporary example,
Bock ’n Roll.
They took the jazz beat. '(Said Lionel
Hampton after his music evoked a riot in
Amsterdam last week; “They go for our heavy
beat. It’s just an epidemic. You can’t ex
plain it. Every night it’s the same thing.”)*
They took it from the Negros, where it
started. People who would rather discontinue
]mbhc education than integrate public schools
go over to the Coliseum.
And there they jump to the music that the
Negros have taken for granted for years. The
beat that, when it works Negros into a frenzied
ecstasy, has been used to illustrate the essen
tial barbarism of the race.
But when we go off to a cabin party where
a combo stirs up a dust of irrational excite
ment, we are merely conventional college stu
dents having our flings.
If we want rock ’n roll to hang around (and
it is certainly not on the way out) let’s recog
nize what it is that is obsessing our age. And
why we are willing to allow it to do so.
J. S.
By Martha Ann Kennedy
The natives have returned . . .
and some truly look like natives
via Bermuda, Florida, beach, or
G. E. suns, but the rest of us are
waiting anxiously for the comple
tion of the new, higher brick wall
around our luxurious pool. Soon
we can bask our “winter-white”
skins in the complete seclusion
possible only at Salem.
• * + #
This past weekend saw action at
Wrightsville Beach, scene of the
annual Azalea Festival. Monday
night, everyone watching a film of
the parade on television felt proud
to see the cameras follow Bunny
Gregg on her beautiful float for
several minutes.
Heard a report that Patty Ward
had the honor of driving the car
that held The World’s Strongest I
Man, but failed to catch a glimpse
of that memorable sight. '
Noticed that some of our audi
ence who had been down to Wilm
ington were as interested in the
parade and speeches as if they had
never seen them before. Now, you
know they went . . . (Dear Mom,
The azaleas were gorgeous . . .)
* * *
Also, Salemite T.V. fans are
thrilled daily at five by the Mickey
Mouse Club, and some mem
bers took advantage of Thalhimer’s
sale and procured fheir official
Mouseketeer Hats, complete with
emblem and ears.
Listen closely when people are
filing into the refectory for supper,
and you will probably be able to
hear the haunting refrain of
“M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E” lovely
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Letters
Dear Rising Seniors,
We’ve read in the papers and heard from different ones of you
about the results of the spring elections at Salem. All that we’ve heard
makes us very, very proud of the class we left.
As we think of the installation service for the officers for next year,
we wish we could be with you to express our joy and confer our con
gratulations to all of Salem, and especially to our class, on the wonderful
slate of officers you have chosen.
j You can all be justly proud of the girls who will lead you next year.
We certainly are proud—proud of the wisdom and careful consideration
that all of you have shown in choosing the girls that you did, proud of
the distinctions which all of them have won, and proud most of all toj
be able to say that these girls are our friends.
We wish we could offer our congratulations in person. Since we
can’t, this letter brings you our best wishes for a wonderful Senior year.
We will miss being Seniors with you.
Ellen Summerell
Rachel Ray
Beyond the Square
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Pictorial Editors : Dottle Ervin, Nancy Warren
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Advertising Manager Martha Jarvis
Circulation Manager Peggy Ingram
Assistant Business Manager Suejette Davidson
Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd
Editorial staff: Jane Bailey, Nancy Sexton, Sue Kuss, Mar
garet Fletcher, Martha Goddard, Sissie Allen, Anne Pearce,
Laura Bible, Jane Rostan, Pat Houston, Noel Vossler, Nancy
Willis, Jean Jacocks, Ruth Bennett, Lucinda Oliver, Nancy
Walker, Gray Duncan, Sue Cooper, Margaret MacQueen, Betsy
Smith.
Business staff: Judy Golden, Ann Brinson, Joan Davis, Janet
Garrison* Margaret Fletcher.
By Carol Campbell
In Harpers Bazaar’s March issue,
the scoop we’ve all been waiting
for has finally come and we can
forget last year’s ’long, supple tunic
line’ and Dior’s ‘A’ line fashions
and begin collecting our 1956 ward
robe, mainly designed by Christian
Dior. As Bazaar coos in its an
nual Paris Report, “Dior’s spring
collection sends an arrow of de
light into a woman’s heart.”
Monsieur Dior has decided that
this year we are to follow the
Josephine Cut, reminescent of the
French Directoire era. This style
is characterized by the unmarked
waistline and the bodice marked
by a bow or belt just below the
bosom. If the rest of the dress
is form fitting, the whole effect is
rather becoming (depending on the
individual’s form, of course), but
the dresses on this idea that simply
fall loosely from the bodice to the
floor look as if mademoiselle has
suddenly gained 40 lbs. in the hips!
Flower shades and prints (es
pecially daisy) are the style this
season and hats are either dressed
with ‘yards of tulle’ or ‘masses of
flowers!. These hats are quite
similar to a large, turned-over
cereal ^ bowl and I’m told that a
free, bag of weed killer goes along
with every garden-like bonnet. The
fitted, rib length jackets are also
big news, and as a ‘Masters touch’.
tweed coats are being coupled with
chiffon dresses. The costume idea,
you know. As for me, the modified
American adaptions of Dior’s crea
tions are perfectly charming, but
his originals can stay in Paris.
* * *
Na.tiona.1 3.ff3,irs * A Dcccmlicr
Gallop Poll showed Negro voters
predominently Democratic in sym
pathy, in fact, 2-1 outside the
South. But there’s a whisper in
the wind that such issues as the
Autherine Lucy affair, the Mont
gomery, Ala. bus strike, the arbit
rary stand of the South against
school integration and Congress’s
lack of haste over the school con
struction bill could bring about a
shift to the Republicans.
* * *
If you can’t say anything else
about Ike, you’ll have to admit
that he has charm. When the
President, St. Laurent of Canada
and Cortines of Mexico met last
week for a three day conference
to discuss their roles in world af
fairs, the credit for the friendly
atmosphere must go, in part, to
Ike. Little was actually resolved,
but a feeling of unity was estab
lished, with Mexico especially de
lighted to be accepted as an equal.
* ♦ ♦
International Affairs; Off the
southern tip of India is the island
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“Bye, Honey. Don’t forget to tell Tonv i
Lynn hello for us^ Do you have your tieieS
Ivim Warrens father and mother kisso* T
good-bye. They waited in a gustv SentemK’’
wind as she walked toward the 'Can/tnl v*'
Tnes 5;56 flight to ^Washington and her 1"*
plane trip. Carrying an over night case a
a Vogue magazine in one hand and her poeW
book, hatbox, and ticket in the other r
cautiously picked her wav ud tho
steps to the plane. ' "arrow
Near the top her hatbox caught mideriieatl,
the railing. In the process of getting it J
tangled, Kim felt the wind tug at her fni
skirt. Everything fell, as she made a des
perate lunge for the skirt.
At that moment a voice said, “Can I hel
you?” A tall slim young man with a wid?
grin and a steward’s uniform neatly balanced
the offending baggage under one arm and de
posited everything else, including Kim, inside
the door. Red-faced under his broad smile
Kim showed him her ticket, stuttered “Thank
you,” and prayed desperately for a seat near
the back to hide in as quickly as possible.
After finding one and laying her hat on the
next seat, she sat down, fastened the safety
belt in response to a lighted sign in the front
of the cabin, and waved at her parents through
the window. Then in a roar the plane took
off.
Kim looked around her. A woman with
bushy red hair, in a dark red suit, dangling
rhinestone earrings, and high heeled ankle
strap sandals sat across from her reading a
True Confessions magazine. The more in
teresting the story, the harder she popped her
chewing gum. After watching the woman go
through a particularly passionate love scene
Kim lit a cigarette and started looking for a
new formal in Vogue.
After a while she began to feel strangely
uncomfortable. She tried sitting first one way
and then another, but nothing worked. There
had to be a rest room somewhere. Kim could
hear the man behind her taking papers out of
his brief case. In a moment he got up and
walked up the aisle to a little door Kim hadn’t
notieed/before. Across from it was another
door marked “Women.’’ '
“Aha, now iny problem is walking up that
aisle,” she thought.
Just then the lady in red, noticing Kim’s
quick nervous glances toward the front of the
plane, leaned over and whispered loudly with
a knowing smile, “It’s the door on the left,
dear.”
Gritting her teeth, Kim muttered “Thank
you,” and wished someone would break the
sudden silence. After she had gotten up
enough nerve and it became an absolute neces
sity, she wmlked up the aisle feeling everyone
looking at her.
When Kim came back she saw a small boy
playing with the hat which she had left on
the seat. He had it on, tilted over one ear,
with the ribbons of the veil hanging over the
tip of his pug nose. Kim started talking to
him.
An expensively dressed woman two seat m
front turned around and saw him. “Sammy!
Sammy, jmu come here!” Sammy cocked his
head to one side, paused a moment, then slowly
stuck his pointed tongue out at her.^ The
v/oman came back to the boy, jerked him upi
and not saying a word to Kim, dragged him
to her seat.
Kim could hear her low, audible voice say
ing, “Don’t you ever let me catch you playing ,
wdth strange people like that! You can't ever
tell what kind of person she might be!” Kj®
looked down at her battered hat and sighed-
Soon it was time for the plane to land.
combed her hair and put on lipstick. She
looked out the window and saw the lights o
the airport come closer and closer. Just when
she thought they had made a smooth landing
and she relaxed, the plane jarred down on
the field. Kim, after getting^ her things to
gether and smoothing out her rumpled skirt,
left the plane.
Never had a brother-in-law been so welcome
a sight. Tony hugged her. “Lynn couldn
come,” he explained briefly. “How was yonr
trip?”
With the air of an experienced traveler,
Kim shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, so-sc),
guess. Nothing much happened.”