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Page Two THE SALE MITE September 27. Wkai^6. 9^ ActliUtif? What is an activity— a lot of people keep ing busy, sonuithing to do in your spare time, a groiij) of worthless committees, or something that is of value to the students and to the scliooh; TIu' dilTerent activities on campus form a vital part of our life. First, they are means of accomplishing the many tasks that are as sociated with college life—publishing the year book Mild the newspaper, planning social events, providing a means of recreation and entertainment, and doing many other things.^ Howi'ver, there is more to an extra-curri cular program than these duties. Activities are important because they develop a co-op erative spirit on campus. When a student feels that she is a part of the lar.ger group calli'd Sahmi and when she feels that she is doing something that is helpful, Salem be- (■o’lies a meaningful experience in her life. It is then that she takes pride in her alma mater and tries to adhere to its principles and regulations. The work of the organizations is also valu able ill creating school spirit. A play that is well directed and presented makes one see what her classmates are capable of .doing. A \ ictory on the hockey field makes a cla.ss feel that it has done something worthwhile. None of this can he achieved though, if there is not support from the student body. For «-eeks, before any final production, tourna ment, or publication people have been jdan- ring and working. Yet there are times when it semns to be too much trouble for others to attend or to pay attention. Participation in and co-operation with the different activities will have a great deal to do with the shaping of policy on campus this '•car and, for the future. All of the heads of the different organizations need and want out side help; it is the duty of the student to make it known that she wants to and is will ing to be of service. The amount of work put forth by the new students will set the pattern that will be followed wdien they are the leaders of the school. Perha])S the best definition of an activity was seen during Orientation AVeek. Its success was due to the planning of Mary Curtis AVrike, Nancy Cridlebaugh, and Mrs, ITeidbreder; to the response and work of all the advisers; and to the feeling that Salem is something that we should take pride in and for which it is fun to work together and to plan together. —M. J. The Day Of Arrival Tbvas the day of arrii-al, and all through the dorms, Fvery freshman was unpacking and filling out forms. Mrs. Patterson in her; kerchief. Miss Roberts in her cap, Pa.d just arisen from a long summer’s nap. When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter 'I’iiat they sprang to their feet to see what was the matter. When what to their wondering eyes should appear, Put Theresa DoXey with all her gear. And a little ole girl so lively and quick, That they knew in a moment she was Dorothy Ann Frick. More rapid than eagles in autos they came, 'I'lie hostesses shouted and called them by name ; “Hi. Pura! Mary! Margaret, and Ann! (.loiiH', Patty! liinda! Sarah, and Nan!” .P() up to tlie third floors, their courses they fleu'. With trunks full of clothes and. hi-fis too. Matilda in her room Avas bustling around, When ill came Caroline Avith a bound. Pai’bara was dressed all in, plaid, from her head to her back. And Frances looked like a peddler opening her pack. Her eyes, how they tAvinkled! Her' dimples, how merry! No one need tell us her first name Avas Jerry. A Avink of her eye, and a tAvist of her head. Soon gave them to know Amy Avas no one to dread. The parents on leaving waved their good-byes. And promised to send some food supplies. And I heard “Curt” exclaim as they drove out of sight, “AVelcomo to college, you Salemite!” —Nita Kendrick ^Ae BUf Qcune. K WELCO^AE Salemite Published every Friday of the Collets yea*" by the Student Body of Salem College OFFICES—Lower Floor Main Hal! Downtown Office—304-305 S. Main St. Printed by the Sun Printing Company Subscription Price—$3.50 a year Editor-in-chief — Martha Jarvis Associate Editor Mary Ann Hagwood Wsws Editor . Lucinda Oliver Feature Editor Jean Sm«fhe»'man Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd Business Manager EHie Mitchell Advertising Manager Ann Brinson Circulation Manager —Mary Hook Pictorial Editor Ann Fordham Asst. Business Manager Peggy Ingram Cartoonist - Anis Ira i-^eadline Editor Mary Jo V/ynne Columnists Margaret Mac Queen Sue Cooper Proofreaders . Rachel Rose, Eleanor Evans Typists . M. G. Rogers, Lillian Hollans Re-write Editor Jody Golden Circulation: Ronnie Alvis, Barbara Bell, Eva Jo Butler, Helen Bobington, Ruth Bennett, Laura Bible, Mary Calhoun, Wancy Jane Carroll, Susan Childs, AAscrIe Jar.e Brown. To Enter The Gates, Heaven Betty had the Sunday feeling. She handed her mother the brush' and waited for the pulling and yanking of braids to begin. Any other day she could scream and hop. She stifled a squeal and felt holy. The July sun fell through the window onto her feet. The white sandals made chalky lines across brown skin and a grubby bandaid on her toe. She ducked under her mother’s hand and ran down the stairs to the musty par lor. Pulling open the drawer of the cherry chest, she took he^ Bible, Sunday School book, and offering cards. The cards AA'Cre in a very orderly stack, small from rc,gular diminishing every Sunday. Betty checked the date on the one in her hand, tucked it in the crackling pages of her Bible, and skipped tOAvard the front door. The screen smacked her behind as she hopped off the side of the porch and headed for Henry Street. I must be early enough, she thought, there goes Mr. Majdiew. Mr. Mayhew opened the doors and windoAvs to the church, and his right thumb was alAA-ays covered Avith coal dust in the wintertime. Betty wondered if all janitors had dirty thumbs. She jumped the water in the ditch and hurried across the empty lot. If I just “approach” ’em right— like Mrs. Peterson says—in the Good Lord’s Name . . . then they’ll come. I’ll just go up and say that ‘y’ all need savin’ and you got to go to church with me ’cause you got to live in the Grace Of The Lord To Enter The Holy Gates Of Heaven’. And then all those little children Avill come into the ^ fold and follow me to church. She had on her white baptism dress and yelloAv hair ribbons just like a golden halo. She Avould lead them up the steps to the Sunday School room and , Mrs. Peterson would say she was a Christian Soldier and then they’d have sen tence prayers. Betty always prayed for the Lost Souls, and Mrs. Peter son liked that. Then she, Betty, would get nine gold stars for the nine Wingfield Dillands. The sun was getting hot as Betty stepped up on the sidewalk. The dirt>' brown house sat on a rise of cracked ground. Rusty iron fenc ing sliced the yard into sections as she passed and the,gate hung from one hinge and creaked as shq pushed it open. Smells of wood smoke and cured hog meat made her a little sick. She squinched her nose together and breathed through her mouth. The stones in the trampled dirt were uneven under her feet and the fringe of weeds tickled her ankles. She stopped. Mother would spank her good. The Wingfield Dillands Avere the mean est kids in town, and they had niJs in their heads. .Sylvie, the girl in Betty’s - grade, was always coming to school with a dirty green scarf wrapped around her head and smelling like kerosene. The health nurse made her do it to kill the nits, but she got ’em again when she got home. Betty’s head felt itchy. Mother said Old Man Dill- and was no good too. Betty had seen him on the street and passed close to him. He had smelled like (Continued on Page Four) When I entered high school, I began to hear many strange ideas about a new and exciting game—bridge! By the time I Avas a senior I could no longer contain my curiosity. My parents and friends told me that it would take a few years to really become skilled, but I had, plenty of time. It really AA'as amazing to hear, them talk about' the price of attending one of the more exclusive bridge parties. Nevertheless, nay plans Avere made— My first year at the party Avas a problem. I really couldn’t decide whether it Avas such a good idea. I couldn’t get my cards in order quickly enough in the first place. I didn’t knoAV Avho Avere my best bets for partners. (Never could tell—they might trump my ace!) Then too, some people bid all the time Avhile I had so much trouble scraping up points. (They Avere older, though; my time would come). On the other hand maybe I Avasn’t getting such a good bridge playing reputation. I kept making slips by playing out of turn. Maybe I should change tables'? By the second year, I felt that my partners and I had reached an understanding., I picked up a fcAV pointers. Yes, I AA^as taking many more tricks; and I even had time to talk AAdiile I Avas doing it. Only on rare occasions did I find myself holding five suits. AYhen the third year rolled ar,onnd, 1 felt sure I had acquired, much finesse. I knoAV just hoAV much I hud to bid to finish that “rubber” and just how many chances I should take. Only, sometimes, I AA'ondered if I Avere fines sing too much. (My parents Avere so happy with my progress). Noav that the fourth year of playing the big game is, approaching, I am wondering: Have I racked'up enough points to beat this game? Have.I passed too much these last three years? Heavens, hoAA^ can I ever make game if all four aces turn up aga,inst me! Besides I am counting on a grand slam next year! This isn’t just a game you knoAV ... . —Gail Landers £.ettefi6> Stude^tl . . . Greetings to the bid and neAv students from the I. R. S. AVe hope you had a nice, fun filled summer and are ready to get ’57-’58 started vAUth a hang. AA^e also hope that you haAm brought hack Avith you your good ideas and attitudes toAvard I. R. S. With your help, this year Ave hope to make I. ,R. S. an even more vital part of Salem life. Since everyone of you is representing Salem, Ave assume that you Avill always be neatly and appropriately' dressed,—shirt tails tucked in, hair combed and free of pin curls or dirty scarves. AYhen you go uptown, Ave assume that you Avill leave those tennis shoes and dirty coats at home. I. R. S. has ncA'er established the policy of having students Avear heels and hose iiptoAvn, because Ave ahvays felt Salem girls could look attractWe and neat in clean white socks and polished loafers. HoAve.A'er, if this leads to untidiness, something will have to be done. Since y'on are representing Salem—you Avill undoubtedly Avant to be well-mannered too. You will stand before the blessing is said; say the blessing with reverence and sit doAvn to a leisurely meal, never using a hoarding house reach. Room checks Avill be held after 10:30 in the morning. Since you are a Salem student, Ave feel sure that you have already developed the habit of keeping your room tidy and making Amur bed. We also feel sure that you alAA'ays hang up your clothes Avhen you take them off because that saves cleaning bills. These are not just rules and regulations of the I. R. S.; they are our way of helping you to deAmlop responsibility and learn the im portance of personal pride. AYhat is the reward for all your efforts? Your reAvard is being picked out in a croAA'd as a AAmll-groomed, poised Salem College young ladA'. -MarA-belle Horton I. R. S. President
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