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THE SALEMITE
September 28, 1956
J^ew. jHock . . .
All of us have heard a iozen times already that tliis is going to be
a new and different year at Salem. Of course it will be different, we
snap. Every school year is different from all others.
: But this one, the one hundred and eighty-fifth, is nioreso, we are told.
Because of so many new things around.
Not just Wake Forest . . . though this is new and startling enough
for a beginning. ^
There’s the record enrollment considered in the light of inadequate or
incomplete facilities on part of the campus.
And the record enrollment considered in the light of the greater
amount of adjusting-to-college to be done during these first weeks.
Mitny of us must learn to use the long mornings for studying and
to stay alert during continuous afternoon classes.
And there are new maids in the dining room.
The new student center is stocked with touchy automatic machines
which blink if we—or our dates—get impatient or careless with them.
.The fir^t few weeks is a trial period for each dormitory’s system of
simultaneously staying comfortably dressed and decent-to-receive-guests.
' VVe’can have an on-campus date every night of the week. This is new.
i'he juniors sign in and out in their own dorm. This is new, too.
All of tiiese adjustments have been thought out before now by an
alert faculty, administration, and student council. But we students have
these new things to take in some sort of even stride and all at once.
‘O'ur 'airn should be to take that stride evenly—and in the middle ^of
the toad. If there was ever a time for taking a conservative look at
thc"pdst, it is now.
' We must believe that it is not Salem’s isolation that has preserved
her' uniqueness. That, as the Dean of Students pointed out last week,
it is a magical medium between things social and things academic.
]f we can keep our heads and our tempers during this 30-Day trail
a school year’s supply of success and fun is guaranteed.
Published every Friday of the College year
by the Student Body of Salem College
Around the Square
By Martha Ann Kennedy
I cover' the waterfront. But this
current opening of the heavens is
more desirable than the drastic
H2B’shortage of last spring. They
fini.sheH Restoring the old pump in
the square just in time, though,
did.they not?
i-Mosit of . the upperclassmen and
soVne of the frosh appeared yester
day'in’ fan poplin, masculine-look
ing,, itft^nfhcoats, which makes me
thinik.',. .newspaper reporters had
Hefte'r 'sttirt looking for a new type
of regulation garb.
Also' noticed some new students
Weariifg clear, plastic coats,—and
wdrideted' how long it would be
before t,hcy discovered that the
opaqiig variety covers a multitude
of sins,' i c. Bermudas, p. j.’s, mis
matched plaid blouses and skirts,
etc.
The many-colored billows of um
brellas' pllyd inside the dining hall
door were; about the only spots of
colox in a yery drab, home-sickly
day.
Two new groups on campus, the
freshmen and WF gents, have con
tributed to . Salem’s “New Look”
and seem to be quite taken with
each other, thus blasting the hopes
of Sophomore Slumpers and Senior
East Chancers to a certain degree.
The shrunken lunior Remains re
port : United we stand.
ludging from the fashion show,
the class of 1959 is one of the best-
dressed and looking ever. “They
certainly are- cute.” has been an
oft -repeated comment this week,
in tones ranging, from wonder,
pride, satisfaction and just plain
old envy.
Seniors’ strength was heavily
laxcil this week as they participated
in roles of advi.sors, orientators,
and b'ollic performers.
It's no wonder that Marcia Stan
ley, assigned to greet incoirpng new
students, got a little befuddled.
The last girl to arrive Sunday,
.Joan Mason, had just flown in from
Lima, Peru, and imparted this bit
of information in answer to Mar
cia’s polite inquiries. There was
a slight pause, and from somewhere
in the deep recesses of the weary
Stanley brain, came this astonish
ing’reply; “Oh, isn’t that a terrible
section of 'Washington!” Joan re
peated the name of her hometown
more clearly. “Of course,” mur
mured Marcia, “that’s near Tibet,
isn’t it?”
An orientation discussion was
halted for a moment when the ad
visor reached the big, bold, black
type in the handbook and was
reading, “No alcoholic beverages
in the metropolitan area . . ."'The
face of one advisee lit up and she
said contentedly, “Oh well, that
doesn’t include beer and wine.”
Words of comfort to the newly-
informed: There’s always root beer
and apple cider.
Tuesday night, “Flame” Smothers
was rehearsing her most provocative
scene. She was wildly flinging
herself on a cafe table in an at
tempt to entice poor “Hector”
Miles, when there was a loud crash
and it collapsed. The table. Hec
tor and Flame escaped unhurt.
* * *
Vital Statistics: Dhu Jennette is
engaged to Don Johnston from
Elickory, N'. C. (an ex-Beta at U.
Va.) and Harriet Harris will mid
dle-aisle with Bob Pulliam from
Beckley, West \’a. (Phi Delt at
Davidson) in June. Nina Skinner,
e.x-member of-the Senior class, and
Roy Upchurch (Phi Kap at U. N.
C.) will be married November 17
in Greenville, N. C: Have heard
rumors that their apartment in
Clnapel Hill is the last word in
luxury—hi-fi, tv, and w'all-to-w'all
carpets. Nollner Morrisette Is pin
ned to H a m p d e n-Sidney KA,
Smoky Watts; Gray Duncan to
Davidson Phi Gam, Gene Long;
Bren Bunch to "U. N. C. Zete,
Jimmy Cheatham; Celia Smith to
Aimapolisman Chuck Batchelder,
and Lou Harnner got her diamond
from Dean Taylor.
* * *
New members of the “I’ve-Seen-
A~Celebrity Ciub’' are Martha Jar
vis and Sissie Allen who ran into
Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe
at their hotel in London. They say
the only difference in her looks
off-screen is her shortness in height
and her hair looked 'Just like
bleached straw". I think ,the girls
should be commended for keeping
their disparaging remarks to a re
markable female minimum.
Mary Alice Ryals, '56 grad, was
over Thursday attending the Follies
(she s a school-marm ni Burling
ton, N. C., now) and told exciting
tales of having a visit with Ava
Gardner and David Niven while
touring in Rome this summer.
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Beyond the Square
By Carol Campbell
Last week as I stepped off the
Southbound train, gathered to
gether a mountain of baggage and
and rode toward the familiar old
buildings of the Salem campus, I
experienced a feeling that is always
the same every September since I
have been at college. Somehow I
always feel that L am stepping out
of the hustle and bustle of the
outside world and into an entirely
different life.
This new life not only introduces
interests and activities that are
(
challenging, interesting and re
warding but seems to demand every
ounce of thought and energy that
it is possible to give. And this is
how it should be.
Beyond the Salem square and
the Wake Forest campus and the
College Inn is a turbulent, exciting
and ever changing pageant of peo-
OiTTfaiJt
By Tristesse Saleme
I was sitting in the Student Cen
ter sipping a bourbon on the rocks
when Jack stumbled down the
steps. The other students in the
room • tittered. I knew that they
looked down on Jack because he
hardly ever walked a straight line.
This was due to my influence. I
could hold my liquor better than
he and he was trying very hard
to overcome his weakness.
I began to study my ice cubes
intently, pretending not to see his
approach. “How are you, Tris-;
tesse?” He pulled a chair up to
the table and straddled it. I gave
a look of distaste at his unsophisti
cated behavior but he did not seem
to notice. Fie began his usual trite
conversation.
“Did you do all right on Miss
Hawk’s English test?”
I shrugged. I had tried to fail
it. I resented Miss Hawk’s two
hour assignments once a week and
I believed that my deliberate fail
ure of the test would be a subtle
enough hint.
Jack and I sat in silence. I could
hear the other people in the room
discussing Voltaire, Rousseau, Ein
stein. I was bored with them all.
I longed for more original thoughts
and ideas.
Suddenly I heard someone drop
a nickel into the. jukebox. It had
long since ceased to play for free.
Always getting broken. That made
me think of how rundown and
broken I was. The needle of the
record was sticking on me and this
needle was Jack.
I pushed out my chair and made
my way to the juke box. When I
reached it, I searched frantically
through my pockets for a nickel.
I felt someone breathing down my
neck and the aroma was bourbon
on tlie rocks. I was afraid to turn
around.
You see, I had my finger on
number E18 and the title of it was
“True Love.” I felt that this was
some sort of symbol. I heard a
Some freshmen were wondering
after the Tuesday chapel program
why Sissie Allen and Martha Jarvis
were picked to talk about their
summer abroad, and not other
Salemites who were lucky enough
to tour the continent. Sissie and
Martha were the winners on the
Oslo scholarship offered each year
at Salem to outstanding members
of the rising junior and senior
nickel dropped into the juke box by
the body with the familiar aroma.
I could not stand the suspense
much longer.
I turned and took in at one
glance black and white saddle ox
fords, and a brown two button coat.
1 his two button coat was definitely
not the attire of a college gentle
man.
So I knew he must be an older
man. He also had on trousers.
Draped! This naturally confused
me. Then I looked at his hair. It
was gray but he had ducktails. An
individualist. At last.
And it seemed perfectly natural
to go into his arms. Unconsciously,
I noted mentally that our song
would always be “True Love.” We
danced out the door into the cold
foggy night. We kept dancing
until my four inch heels hit the
old cobblestone walk.
Darling, this night was meant
for us,” he said passionately. My
heel got caught in a cobblestone
and I gave a little yelp. He took
it as my denial. “Little Tristesse.
You have so much to learn.”
We were both quiet thinking of
how much I had to learn. I had
a feeling by the way he was grasp-
ing my waist length, naturally-
curly black hair that he was volun
teering to teach me. Then, break
ing the magic spell we had cast,,
a bell tolled in the distance. I
broke away—but too late. I . was
one minute late getting in the dorm,
was confined to my room for
rest of the year. But I can
live my boring existence now, be
cause hidden behind my indulgent
smile is the thought of the man
that dropped the nickel in the juke
box, And every time I get to my
fifth bourbon on the rocks and
happen to hear True Love” a wave
of nostalgia sweeps over me. And
then I am brought sharply back to
reality by Jack sitting next to me.
And I have learned to despise
Ivy League coats and Kordovan
shoes. But one must exist. And
I do not bother to stifle a yawn.
I
the
classes. The U. S. Ambassador to
Norway. Corrin L. Strong started
the award three years ago, in me
mory of his mother, Mrs. Hattie
M. Strong, for whom Strong Dor
mitory was named. The girls at
tended the summer session of the
University of Oslo, and toured
France, Sweden, Austria, and Eng
land at their own expense before
their boat sailed in late August.
pie and events.
In the coming weeks our interest
will be centered on THE WORLD,
concerning the problems in the
Suez situation,, the Cyprus rebel
lions, the Israeli-Arab fight and
the Communist attacks.
Is this rising nationalism of the
Eastern world really going to
cause a decline of European in
fluence and power and how strange
that a movie called “Rock Around
The Clock” should produce a sect
of British ‘cats’ known as ‘Teddy
boys’ who have been jiving in the
streets-blocking traffic and damag
ing automobiles !
What about the world of EN-
TERT.AINMENT? The movies
that are a ‘must’ for the coming
season are such productions as
War and Peace, The Bad Seed,
Around the World in 80 Days, Lust
for Life (Life of Van Gogh offer
ing a painless method of appreciat
ing his art), and Friendly Per-
suasion.
By the way, notice the deceptive
method Hollywood employs to plug
such movies as Bad Seed and Lust
for Life—“For Adults Only” and
“A Real Shocker!”, etc. I’m afraid
the movie goer taken, in by, such
lusty advertisement is going to be
sadly disappointed.
Did you know that Mary Martin
will appear October 28 in Born
Yesterday over the television Waves
and that the hottest thing on
Broadway is Siobhan McKenna in
St. Joan at the Phoenix Theatre?
Let s find out about this Francoise
Sagan girl and the latest disks
honoring ‘Dear Elvis’, James Dean
and Wild-man Marlon.
People: Whatever is going to
happen to Princess Margaret and
Peter and what is the newest quip
of the Hollywood, Washington or
Broadway wit. Did you know that
if Grace and the Prince have twins
that the first born is the heir and
that’s that?
And, ladies, anyone who knows
anything about Fashion will tell
you that in 1957 it’s the My Fair
Lady Look. Pur on the coats,
empire waistlines and the bathing
suits are all to be skin tight and
sheath-like featuring wool and wide
straps.
We cannot overlook the political
scene when we review the news of
The Nation. For the time being
the spotlight is on the Presidential
race and Integration. For instance,
it has been brought out that one
of the chief reasons for the failure
of integration in the public schools
of Sturgis and Clay, Kentucky, was
the lack of preparation made con
cerning sui;h a move. Proof of this
is the fact that after the people of
Louisville had been prepared for
integration for two years, it took
place as an accepted procedure.
Everyone is talking politics. By
now it seems pretty clear that the
issues are: Mr. Nixon, Foreign
Policy, Defense, Farm Policy and
the President’s Health... Speaking
of Ike s health, I quote a recent
statement made by the President:
I am confident of my own physical
strength to- meet all the responsi
bilities of the Presidency today and
in the years ahead.” And I sin
cerely think that Ike believes this.
But in the August issue of The
Atlantic I-ran across an article that
^ippears rather disquieting. Ac-
cording to Dr. David Rutstein, the
American people have not been
sufficiently informed as to the truth
about Ike s health. “It would seem
that the optimistic statements made
during President Eisenhower’s re
covery from his coronary occlusion
are at variance with the published
scientific information in the‘ medi
cal literature—that no other data
were presented to justify the opti
mistic conclusions except Dr.
Whites statement: ‘The majority
of patients I see with this condition
do weir.”
^ Not only does Dr. Rutstein re
view recent studies of heart ail
ments to back this up but he says
that Ike s June operation did not
completely cure him of his trouble
and might caus'e periods of dis
ability. A provocative article any
way.
More about the race next week.