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March 24-28
Little Theatre; The Night of the
Iguana by Tennessee Williams.
Reserve seats at 725-4001 or 725-
9776. Hanes Community Center
Theatre, 8:15 p.m.
March 26
Civic Music; Whit Lo Singers.
Reynolds Aud. 8 ;30 p.m.
March 26-April 14
Spring Holidays
April 16-17
IRS Weekend
May
Exams
SPRING HOLIDAYS
Dormitories will close at 5 :00 p.m.
March 26. Anyone who cannot get
away by that time because of trans
portation is asked to go to Clewell
office with luggage and wait until
time for you to leave.
Dormitories will re-open Sun.
April 4 by 12:00 noon. If you need
to return Sun. before that hour you
may wait in the Student Center or
Day Student Center until dorms are
open.
Please sign Meal Count Sheets in
your dorm by Tues. night March 23,
so this count can be given to the
Dining Room.
Wherever You Go
Remember To Take
OlAIM
With You!!
Concluding Episode For
Current Coverage Of LLL
My dear and avid readers: If you are anxiously awaiting the climatic
conclusion of this curious and clueless case, you mercifully may join yours
truly in this purposeful periodical pursuit (or dosage of any duration has
been known to have detrimental effects on one’s affectations) in regard
to Lisa’s limitless little limericks into the crucial concepts of crime and
similarly senseless shades of adventurous activities.
As you will readily recall, Lisa Lucille was energetically enthrolled with
the spine tingling (thrilling though somewhat soapy) myoptic mystery^ of
the Ye Old Ice Cream Shoppe waitresses, who were willfully serving
Sereni'y C. super students first (that is before the brilliant bevy of cash
customers who constantly compete for the selfless service of the witless
waitress. The strangely though strategic situation, was increasingly of
cataclysmic confusion.
Barefoot Betty and smiling Susie were standing absolutely aghast as
Lisa Lucille stared, star-struck and dewey-eyed at the dominant and some
what domineering figure of the waitress Lisa so wittily welcomed in the
previous ingenious installment. Susie seemed similarly struck by Saman
tha’s (so singularly inscribed across the simulated ebony and silver-edged
name pin of the happy hostess) statuesque stature. Becky stood bug-eyed
as the silent Susie shifted her serene stare from Samantha to a more
moderately proportioned posture of one Pauline.
Becky was bewildered! There stood Susie Smith (normally nauseatingly
neat) staring long and (to banefully baffling Becky’s beleaguered wits)
lovingly at that absolutely abominable attire. Pauline, prim in a pink pina
fore was shamefully shod in boringly brown combat boots. The purple
cast of her heavenly Hanes hose fitfully failed to credibly cover the fretful
fact that Pauline’s leggy lower limbs had yet to make acquaintance with
a Lady Gillette. Bright firey russet ringlets fall from beneath the brilliant
hlondness of the waitness’ wavy wig. Most unusual and most baneful (to
Becky’s critical concept of the whole) was the awful auburn of Pauline’s
meticulously shaped and trimmed Fu Manchu!
As Lisa lay languishing over the lean and lanky form of Samantha and
Susie sat simpering over the singularly sloppy form of Pauline, Becky
came to the cynical though clever conclusion that something was amiss,
i.e., the scenery of Serenity C. was suddenly not so serene! What had
bewitched her famous friends? What felonious fiend had devised the das
tardly demise of her fearless leader? her fearful follower? What mystery
mashed these masculine misses ? ? Becky was baffled!
“Hello, honey,’’ a deep voice echoed and Becky quickly turned to come
face to face with a certain Henrietta Hideously hampered by her time-
tossed thoughts, Becky nevertheless noted that Henrietta’s hairnet was not
necessarily neat. Golden locks of Miss Clairol’s Creative Color Number 66
strayed strangely out (or was it Mr. Clairol?) Standing a full head higher
than our height-conscious Becky, Henrietta was slightly, though singularly
impressive, imposing, and inventive (upon possible passages between floor
and ceilings and under door frames).
“Hello, yourself,” Becky managed to mumble.
Henrietta had only one pierced ear and a terrible tattoo on the left
bicep. Humm, thought Becky (and it was a humorous humm at that).
Becky was suddenly and becomingly bashful.
“Ah ha!” cried Lisa, “I’ve got it!”
And 80 we bring to a c'imatic dote another chapter in the challenging life
and times of that lovely lady of mystery, your favorite super sleuth and
her cheerful cohorts—Lisa Long, Susie Smith and Becky Bagley.
Volume Lll
Salem College, Winston-Salem, N. C., Monday, March 22, 1971
Number 21
Salem Suspends Classes March 17
To Discuss Education-Goals Methods
By Laurie Daltroff
Wednesday, March 17, marked an
advance, or rather an in-depth ap
proach to, Salem’s intellectual and
social delvings of the mind. Faculty,
students, administration, and Herb
Horrowitz met together to grapple
with the failures and the achieve
ments of our system of education.
As Dr. Buchanan succintly said
later, “Everyone could come out of
his little shell and try to communi
cate with everybody else.”
The mini-symposium began with
remarks from Herb (who prefers to
work on a first-name basis) con
cerning structured learning in higher
education by apologizing to his
audience for giving a lecture. Herb
caught the attention of the listeners,
who were fascinated by his concepts
of fantasia, imagination, and re
sponsibility in the classroom or
wherever the learning process oc
curs.
The people attending the sym
posium were divided into thirty sub
groups of faculty members, student
leaders, and participating students.
Each group was to cover in dis
cussion any topic desirable, includ
ing the grading system, require
ments, and teacher-student plat
forms. Surprisingly, many barriers
were broken down, particularly by
professors who in the past have
appeared creatures of vastly supe
rior knowledge to the students.
The afternoon session began with
students meeting together to pool
their results, while the faculty mem
bers discussed among themselves
the problems that had been pointed
out, the changes that need to be
made, and the overall failings of
Salem College to provide a satis
factory education for both students
and teachers. When the contin
ue cy regrouped in the drama work
shop, it was amazing that the
faculty had encountered the same
problems common to the students.
Wednesday, March 17: Discussion unlimited. Here, Dr. James
talks with students prior to the concluding session in the Drama
Workshop.
Of course some faculty members
—as well as some students—de-
fe”ded the present curriculum of re
quirements, grades, and somewhat
restricted classrooms, but the pre
vailing attitude at the symposium
was one of openess, the profes
sors recognize that student criti
cisms of the fa'se distance between
students and teachers, of external
pressure-oriented grades,of the pro
grammed attitude toward learning
as opposed to producing quantita
tive results, are valid, Many im
portant tlii igs concerning possible
changes were noted in the con
glomerate afternoon meeting The
general attitude taken was one of
the need to create an internal ex
citement for learning. This excite
ment, which is an ideal concept of
education, would closely relate to—
whether resulting from or engender
ing—the need for individual respon
sibility for inner discipline among
students and teachers.
The follow-up for this symposium
has maintained a predominantly
optimistic environment for change,
tnst as Mrs. Edwards urged us to
truly consider our defenses and
weaknesses in the system, while
p’acing ourselves in the structure of
change itself, so we have attempted
to keep alive the spirit of intensity
awakened by the symposium. Pro
fessors have become alert to the
sc sitivities of students as indi
viduals, and students have begun
breaking out of their shells, daring
to question and probe in the class
room. Will this extension of sym
posium excitement create healthy
results, or will there even be any
permanent results ? The answer lies,
within us in the future.