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Pag« Two Editor-in-Chief Lockhart Ledbetter Associate Editor — Laura Day Business Manager - Katherine Skinner Assistant Business Manager - Janet Kirkland Office hours; 5:00-10:00 p.m. Monday 4:30-7:30 p.m. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Telephone: 723-7961, Ext. 250 — Salemite Office Or call 727-1421 or 727-9002 Friday, September 27, 1974 TH£ SAL€MIT€ Dr. Gossett Hikes- Bears Give Chase! September editorial Monday, September 30th marks the annual Founders Day at Salem College! Founder’s Day has been around for quite a while—so long in fact that many of us have forgot ten just why Founder’s Day was started. Monday morning Clark Thompson will open Founder’s Day with an explana tion of its history. It would behoove each student to pay special attention to this address. We need to be reminded that Founder’s Day is not just a day of vacation from classes, but a time where each individual class becomes united. We compete, we laugh, and we play—TOGETHER! In the past Founder’s Day has been on a Tuesday so as to keep the students from taking a long weekend. Of course some still took advantage and went on even longer weekends away from Salem—Friday till Tuesday or even Wednesday. This year the Founders Day Committee has wisely decided to have “The Day” on a Monday. Now here is a perfect chance students to take a long weekend. If You do this there will most likely be no more Founder’s Day at Salem College and I am more than sure that no one really wants that. What I am asking of you and especially what Sue Spaugh is asking of you is that you don’t go for a trip—you can do that any weekend. Come see what friendship, class competi tion, beer and Salem is “all about” on September 30th. You have heard it before but I’ll say it again—SUPPORT FOUNDER’S DAY! IT NEEDS YOU! LETTER TO THE EDITOR Editor; I feel obligated to expose the important fact that Miss Skinner’s review of the High Spots of Win ston-Salem was one-sided, and therefore incomplete. In fact, she failed t o mention some of the highest spots of all. Fellow stu dents, we must keep informed as to these matters! A unique and atmospheric gath ering place meritorious for its culinary delights and cultured clientele is the Krispy-Kreme fac tory, located just off I-40’s Strat ford South exit. There one can sit at any hour of the night or morn ing and savour the melt-in-your- mouth goodness of HOT Krispy- Kremes while contemplating the myriad donuts circling the spec tacular factory on their way to the drooling millions (they stop making hot ones at 10:30 and start again at 3:00 AM). The clientele is the most congenial in town—where else could you go at 3 AM and discuss universal truths with total strangers? As for Donuts, Dunkin Donuts is also a must for the connoiseur. They don’t have hot ones there, but their buttermilk and filled donuts are superb. Right next to Dunkin is Baskin-Robbins. If you haven’t discovered this paradise for the Ice Cream Fanatic, you have truly missed a taste-trans cending experience. If you did Deutsch, or if you want something exotic, try the Tavern on the Green on Tuesday nights (the TOG was, I feel, un necessarily slighted in Miss Skin ner’s article). This is the gather ing time and place for people who want to drink beer and socialize in Deutsch Das Bier ist auch gut! Ragtime, anyone? Shakey’s is tops in that department—they have a new pianist there who plays your favorite singalongs re visited, as well as Scott Joplin rags. It’s not real loud there either—you can even talk across the table. Of course, there are many more High Spots, but these are the ones that should have a place in Chandler Teaches Each Tuesday and Thursday morning from 9:00 to 10:15 in 312 Main Hall something out of the ordinary is happening. Our presi dent, Dr. Chandler, is teaching Freshman English. For the twenty-three girls in the class it seems to be an exciting learning situation. According to several students in the class, his casual lecture-discussion format provides an atmosphere for intellectual stimulation and growth. Some times discussions turn to topics outside of English, such as Found er’s Day and Johnny Jewels. Although this is Dr. Chandler’s first time in classroom teaching here at Salem, he has had pre vious experience at Dartmouth, UCLA, and Ohio University. Eng lish is his field, with teaching part of his profession. “I love to teach, and by working with this class I can keep alive professionally.” Having his first experience with a class made up of only women, Dr. Chandler has had no problems, and admits that they are a lot better looking than his Dartmouth students. Unfortunately, Dr. Chandler will only be teaching this course for the tall term. Having Freshman term papers in the spring and the office so busy, he can not con tinue into the next semester. How ever, he looks forward to teaching again, either Freshman English or another English course. Teach ing offers a chance for him to meet and get involved with more students. Instead of being the distant man busy in his office. Dr. Chandler is a member of' the faculty participating in the learn ing situation, Dr. Louise Gassett Sprained ankles, aching legs, stiff shoulders acquired in the name of pleasure make those of us who go hiking seem mildly mad. Although I belong to the Appalachian Trail Conference and subscribe to Backpacker, I am only an amateur hiker. Since 1967 my husband and I have made June and September hikes on Mt. LeConte in the Great Smokies near Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Each time, we collect blisters and sore muscles, but we also collect mem ories of phacelia and grass of Parnassus in bloom, mountain ash in red berries, winter wrens bubbling, and bears prowling. Five trails go up LeConte (6,593'): Boulevard Trail from New Found Gap, Alum Cave from Highway 441, and Trillium, Rain bow, and Bullhead from Gatlin burg. The longest is eight miles; the shortest five. At the top of the mountain, LeConte Lodge and cabins, primitive but well-kept, provide amenities unknown to dedicated backpackers, like sheets and meals served in a dining room. Guests often make their reservations a year in advance. everyone’s repertoire. So when you’re deaf from too much Juke Box music, claustrophobic from too much sardine socializing, or just ready for a change in your routine, think of these jolly cor ners, along of course with Miss Skinner’s wonderful recommenda tions. On our first LeConte hike we rounded the last bend and ran onto mama bear and five cubs. A bear with this many responsi bilities is given wide clearance. This spring we again almost col lided with a bear in the middle of our path. We scattered down the trail and up a cliff. He padded behind us and turned off at the rocks where I had been standing The illusion that bears are over grown toys to be cuddled dis appears as one watches their powerful, swift, silent movement through brush or up and down trees. Breakfast at the Lodge is an other Paul Bunyan meal, after which we strain a new set of muscles coming down the moun tain. But we will always be de ciding which trail to take the next time. JP5C Meet Woodsy Owl. He represents a I hiourf^i I forward •llutkm. The Idiot and the Oddit We hike without special equip ment, except for good boots. Our knapsacks are Boy-Scout-Army- Navy-Store variety, which sag un- sty lishly when filled with lunch, ponchos, sweaters, and overnight supplies. Some hikers wear gar lands of cameras; we carry bi noculars and field-guide books. We are better equipped, however, than a misguided woman we once saw at the Lodge. She had strug gled up the steepest of the trails, wearing thin sandals and a powder-blue slack suit and carry ing a tiny white straw purse. Our pace is leisurely, but we try to reach the top before three, when the afternoon rains and fog often set in. I usually arrive before my husband and then worry whether I should return to look for what Mark Twain would call his remainders. After dinner, if the sky has cleared, the hardy ones hike to Cliff Top to watch the sun set. The pooped-out remain in the cabins, coaxing small pot bellied stoves to burn damp wood. The fearful barricade their doors against inquisitive bears. By Sherrin Gardner and Marilyn Turner . . . and Bennie Lee and John Sherrin begat the Idiot, and Car olyn Reid and Clifton Spencer begat the Oddity etc. . . The Idiot and I reminisce often of our spur of the moment, “I’ll be packed in a second” trips to Chapel Hill or Boone, or wherever the whim may lead. Our fondest memories, however, stem from the daily pilgrimages to the mail box. There our hearts are moved to far away places as we read that “nothing exciting is happen ing this weekend in Lumberton,” a favorite phrase in the Friday Robesonian, o r that “Charlotte has had a record-breaking mur derless weekend.” Or we may re ceive a letter from one of the few remaining high school friends, re counting in detail the exploits of her latest romance, the news of “secret” engagements, or the out come of the sophomore transfer epidemic. I always take a second look in my mailbox though, after I have dislodged the five back issues of the Charlotte Observer and whatever loose mail happens to tumble out with them, to see if there remains that one special letter pasted against the side wall of the cubicle, or playing dead at the very back of the box—the let ter from Mama. Dear Idiot (her mother writes), I went to Betty Lou Jones’ (its Schmoo now though) wedding Fri day at the First Baptist Church. I sat on the aisle so that I could see everyone process in. It was a lovely affair. The bride’s mother wore a blue linen dress that had a border of ecru lace around the collar and the sleeves. I could tell that she had made the dress herself because the lace looked hand made and the zipper flap wouldn’t quite lie down flat. I couldn’t help noticing as she went down the aisle the first time that she had on tennis shoes. Appar- enUy she did not know that the bride’s mother is supposed to wait and come in right before the pro cessional. An usher had to go and root her out of her seat and march her in again. At least her tennis shoes did not squeak the second time. Take care. Mama Dear Odd One, I played golf again today r Mrs. Telall. I played prettv,;’ parring three holes this time | talking didn’t seem to have®^ effect on my game. Howevs' pulled my knee teeing off on® ber 8. Now it has one of its pouches above the knee cap It yours. (I didn’t realize that: knees were pouchy.) Enclosed is your bank stj; ment. I took the liberty to op«| and check it. Since you are Jtr to the service charge levelaja I suggest that you not buy ti outfit that you described overt phone. Just let the seams your old corduroy suit and w it. As they always say, ‘hn never notice it on a ( horse.” (I may start thestrealis fad again out of necessity.) Ti care. Mama Dear Oddity, I like your column in the Sain ite immensely, but I thii “The Idiot and the Oddity' be a more appropriate title the change). Mrs. Knoxsaidit Lynn said that you were Wake Forest again last only hope that you are wotli hard. I made it through mytf lege years. Oddity, but yoursr killing me. Let’s hope old saying is t r u e th blesses fools and children.”Ik you, take care, study hard, e then have fun. Mama Just as the adventures ses made a Homer, so 1 adventures made me a Pack your things, Idiot, and In go to Charlotte for the weekal SUPPORT FOUNDER’S DAY (It May Be Your Last Chancel) Editorial Staff Warner a ure Editor Marilyn Turner Assis ant News Editor Ram Brown Assistant Feature Editor Claudia Lane Sally Jordan hT;,' Penny Lester Headlines Assistants Marilyn Mycoff Cartoonist Watkinson , Aggie Cowan • I French ^torial Contributor Beecher Mathes Mrs. J. W. Edwards *be Uncensored Voice ot the Salem Community. Mary #0 Business Staff Circulation Manager . . ™ Typing ’s,||yrf Sally Jajelit int* * Published weekly, excluding e** holidays and summer dents of Salem College. Price is $6.00 yearly, wi mg P. O. Box 10447, Salem StaW, Salem, North Carolina Member of the United Sta Press Association. Mailed by Third Class P®'™'* Winston-Sale"’' Salem College, 27108.
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