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March 16
Wake Forest Artist Series;
Decormier Singers. Wait Chapel
8:15 p.m.
March 17-18
Film Friends: Faces, U. S. Hanes
Community Center Theatre. 8 pm.
March 19-20
Winston-Salem Symphony:
Die Fledermaus by Struass
Reserve seats—call the Symphony
Qfhce. Reynolds Aud. 8:15 p.m.
March 19
Debbie Clark, Soph. Organ Re
cital. Shirley Aud. 7 :45 p.m.
March 18
Dr. Margaret Hunt, "Women’s
Lib — What Women and Men
Have Not, and Should Have,”
open meeting of American Asso
ciation of University Women,
Room 17, Babcock Business Bldg.,
Wake Forest Univ. 8:15 p.m.
All students and their families
or dates are invited to a sugar
cake and coffee breakfast at 5:00
am. on Easter Sunday, April 11
in the Main Dining Room. We
will leave there as a group to
attend the sunrise service at 5 :30,
led by the Moravian Church.
Tickets (free) should be picked
up at the President’s Office for
the breakfast. Anyone who hasn’t
attended this service shouldn’t
miss it!!!
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Episode No. 3 — LLL
Presses Toward Solution
He’lo restless readers! As you will rightfully and readily recall Lisa
Lucille, Becky, and Susie were gainfully engaged in pursuing a previously
appointed appetizing pleasant repast. Dinner had been delayed and Lisa
was livid!
Lisa, in her harried heroine hat, and Becky, in her borrowed but broken-
in blue-jeans, headed into the locally acclaimed Ye Ole Ice Cream Shoppe
where Susie had accurately recounted the fact that the wily, winsome wait
resses were willfully serving Serenity C. students before the locally in
famous DOM’s.
LLL, graceful as gazelle, leaped highly from the rear right door of the
Purple Packard (as the left rear door was decidely deficient, for upon
loosing the lock, it had been welded shut—likewise for the door on the
driver’s side). Becky unbent her basically basketball body and casually
outdistanced the diminitive deb to the door. As Lisa reached the door of
Ye Ole Ice Cream Shoppe, she and Backy turned with tense teamwork
tightness (an outgrowth of their outrageous outings and daring deathdefy-
ing deeds). Without the slighest sign or sound, they gleefully glanced at
the Purple Packard. Susie Smith was sliding, slithering, and in most cases
squeezing her amply ammassed frame through the gastly glassless window
of the driver’s seat. (The windowless window was basically beneficial,
especially on the hellishly hot and humid days of summer Sundays and
S''‘”’"’rvs. but posed a pricklish problem in the midst of March—the locally
famous pot-luck rain-snow-sleet ? ? ? season—and when, upon occasion, it
rained.) Susie was still sliding, hands first, headlong out of the magical
machine. This was the only aspect of her dutifully designated duties that
she wholeheartedly hated!! Susie didn’t mind the skinned shins or the
bruised back, but she drew the line at crumpled coats—and as usual, her
coat was certainly crumpled as she slithered to the sidewalk.
Susie stood, straightened the seams of her seamless stockings, and
strolled over to her now contained companions. The terrific trio turned
and gazed through the glazed windows at the waitresses—the waitresses,
who had been previously purported to be patronizing the female faces of
Serenity C.—and who were willfully waiting on women, FTRST!! The
scene seemed unusually upsetting to Lisa Lucille. She felt femininly faint
and leaned, ever so lightly, upon the glazed glass doors for the soothing
support she sought. To Lisa’s absolute amazement, she fell through the
door and landed face down, flat on the floor!!
Horrified, Becky burst and Susie sprang through the door, that deceitful
dreadful door (though not at the self-same second).
“Lisa! LLL!!” they calmly chorused.
Suddenly, a sinister shadow spread over Lisa’s limp form. Becky bale-
fully backed away and Suie slid behind her. Lisa slowly turned her head
and looked up with her limpid eyes through lengthy lashes at the winsome
waitness that stood stooped over. Winsome? thought Lisa. Nay—when
one reaches the height of 6’3” one ceases to be winsome. Rather, heart-
flutteringly handsome. Though tastefully clad in the prim pink pinafore
of the parlor, the waitress seemed unusually ill at ease, shifting slightly
from sole to sole of the universally unattractive track shoes.
“Pardon please, is this the place to post packages?” Lisa whispered in
her best Betty Grable voice.
“Ah, no,” the waitress gruffly grumbled, and hastely added an additional
“ma’am”.
Ah-ha! thought LLL in her brillant brain, ah-ha!J as she watchfully
waited for a bright blush to brush the waitnesses 5 o clock shadow.
Has U»a aolved the perplexing puzzle? Has our daring dedective un
covered the vital clue? Are our heroines in dangerous straights? Will
she find that the butler did do it? or did the jealous husband kill the boy
friend? Wait and watch for next week’s chapter: “Our Gang”
Volume Lll
Salem College, Winston-Salem, N. C., Monday, March 15, 1971
Number 20
Students Ask For School-Wide
Discussion; Faculty Suspend Classes
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Stop and ask yourself this question: "Why am I at Salem?" The
opportunity for you to wrestle with this and many more questions
will be given to you on Wednesday, March 17. The education sym
posium has this purpose in mind: To explore the attitudes and
relationships that exist in our community of Salem—where they
came from, why they are present, what we want to do to change
them.
Having 315 student pledges and hopefully 45 members of
faculty and administration participating, the morning groups will
each have 14 students and 2 fac-ad represented. In the afternoon,
students (about 30 to a group) will be together to explore their
relationships and attitudes toward one another, and faculty will
be together to do the same.
There were those who may have been offended by having to
sign something that looked like an assembly slip pledging their
participation. But there just did not seem to be any other way to
find the extent of student support. This day is for ALL of us. if
you never signed anything, it doesn't matter. Bring your support—
yourself—not to impress faculty or any one else, but because you
give a damn—if not about Salem and her future, about yourself
and what you are becoming here.
TIMES OF EVENT
9:00- 9:45—Introduction—Herb Horwitz, professor of psycho
logy, Wake Forest University
9:45-10:15—coffee and donut holes (coffee available inter
minably)
10:15-11:15—faculty-administration-students — questions, criti
cism, comments, etc.
11:15-12:15—fac.-adm.-students—Your fantasy education—how
do you imagine it?
12:30—lunch
2:00- 3:3C—student-student and faculty-faculty
4:00- 5:00—en masse—reaction
5:30—picnic
AFTER THAT, WHO KNOWS???
day
to
think
and
talk