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Page Two ^alpmttp Editor-in-Chief Lockhart Ledbetter Associate Editor - J, Business Manager - Katherine Skinn Assistant Business Manager - Janet arKian Office nours: 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 Thursday, October 11 editorial By Laura Day A series of open letters to the president of Salem Col lege, whoever and wherever he is: Sir: Somebody said they saw you the other day. At least they thought it was you. It’d been so long it was kinda hard to tell. Said you were walking in front of Clewell and spotted a gigantic stuffed dog over the front door. Said you saw a girl sitting in the window near the dog. Said you asked her the dog’s name. Carried on a regular conversation — two or three sentences worth, in fact. Why can’t this happen more? Dear Sir: Someone said they saw you again the other day. At least they thought it was you. It’s been so long it was kinda hard to tell. Said you were strolling by the refectory with a couple of faculty members and some visitors. Strolling by, mind you — not stopping in to eat with the students. When was the last time you did that? Was it five, six, or seven months ago? My Dear Mr. President: Somebody said they saw you the other day. At least they thought it was you. It’d been so long it was awfully hard to tell. Said you were walking by the library on the way to your office. Said that everyone on the end of the hall ran to the window for a look, said they looked hard because they knew it’d be December before you appeared again. Why? Greetings, Mr. Invisible: Somebody said they finally saw you the other day. At least they thought it was you. It’d been so long it was awfully hard to tell. Said you were walking through the square after hiding in your office all day. Said they called out “hello”. Said you replied “hello” and smiled. Said you had a nice smile. Why can’t we see it more often? Hello, what’s your name: Somebody said they heard you a couple of years ago. At least they thought it was you. It’d been so long it was awfully hard to tell. Said you met with students in the dorm rec rooms and talked about Salem’s problems. Said you promised to have more meetings and even see about bringing some beer. Said they never heard any more about it. What happened? Hi there, whoever runs this place: Somebody said they heard from you a few months ago. At least they thought it was you. It’d been so long it was really hard to tell. Said they got a nice Christmas card in the mail. Said that Salem students thought this was mighty fine but that messages from strangers really didn’t mean too much. Said they’d prefer even a minute of honest conversation per semester to this. How about it? Howdy, Great Disappearing Act Who Hangs Out Somewhere On This Campus: Somebody said they’d heard about you last week. At least they thought it was you. It’d been so long it was aw fully hard to tell. Said they heard you were teaching Freshman English. Said your students thought you were really great. Said you taught every Tuesday and Thursday from 9:00 to 10:15. Said that if every Salemite could work her schedule around this time slot, she might get to learn a few of the things you stand for. Why does it have to be this way? Dear Whoever and Whatever and Wherever you are: Somebody said they remembered something you men tioned a couple of months ago. At least they thought you mentioned it. Said you stood up at opening convocation and proclaimed that “much of your success (as students) and much of our success (as a community) is only built up from individual effort, caring, and determination.” Said they didn’t know whether to believe this or not. Said they wondered whether you really cared about students at all. Said that it’d been so long since they’ve seen or heard you that it’s kinda hard to tell. TH€ SAL€MIT« Who’s Who Nominated The Class of ’75 has nominated seventeen girls to be included in this year’s list of Who’s Who Among Students in American Universities and Colleges. The selections were based upon votes by the members of the senior class and the votes of faculty members nominated by members of the senior class. The following girls were nomi nated: Ann Aultman, Kitty Bab cock, Kathy Black, Mary Louise Cunningham, Katherine Franklin, Kiki French, Paula Jeffords, Sarah Longino, Cindy Lovin, Betty McCollum, Claire McCommon, Beecher Mathes, Barbara Perry, Ann Pitt, Pam Poe, Nancy Porter, and Sarah Tucker. November 7 The Idiot and the Oddit By Sherrin Gardner and Marilyn Turner It was back last October, I believe it was tk Oddity and I decided that an exciting January wo’iilH k perfect cure for the sophomore slump. Yearning f r and adventure, yet hindered by a bankbook wift tl figures, we agreed that a daily six-mile journey tr’-® Forest was our key to successful winter terms The” chose a stimulating course in Latin Grammar wangled my way into “Flannery O’Connor and Percey.” Yes, for one memorable month, the Idiot Oddity vmnt coed. % I I vividly recall my first day in class. Arriving at for my 9:00 class, I searched frantically for the rimbt s. Wingate Hall ' ’ was designed from Salem Students Attend Symposium By Catherine Delbridge In 1934, Faulkner published his first book of poetry. The Marble Faun. In the fifty years since the first book, Faulkner published numerous novels and an assort ment of essays and short stories. In the fifty years he grew from an obscure Southern writer into a Nobel Prize winner. The University of Alabama de cided that the 50th anniversary should be celebrated, so they col lected some outstanding Faulkner scholars and shipped them down to Tuscaloosa where they pre sented excellent papers on various subjects dealing with Faulkner. Cleanth Brooks, Louis Rubin and Joseph Blotner were just a few of the scholars there. The atmosphere of the sympos ium was stimulating. Everyone there was excited because they were seeing a whole new type of Faulkner criticism being de veloped. The Salem students who attended were excited just to be there since they had driven for over fourteen hours. Even after the long drive, they found the papers extremely interesting. The students who attended the confer ence included Laura Day, Catherine Delbridge, and the Swedish exchange students, Anki and Maria. They were shocked to discover that a Salem librarian, Mrs. Couch and her husband were also there. Several themes were empha sized at the symposium. These included emphasis on how often Faulkner writes of himself through his characters, character analysis, the women in Faulkner’s novels, and Faulkner’s relation ship to the South and its people. There was also quite a bit of dis cussion on Faulkner’s habit of capturing the past and present in one sentence. Faulkner believed that the sum of a man’s past makes the man what he is. He tried to distill in one moment the whole idea of life. Faulkner wrote because he “wanted to save man kind from being desouled, to go beyond the world of action into human values, through the true use of language.” For those people who missed the symposium, a book containing all of the papers will be published in the summer of 1975. If you are interested, write to George Wolfe English Department, University of Alabama. Tapes of the confer ence will also be available iOl IIlj' i/.UU Cldobj J. oCcti. L/liCLl 1.1. cLliLiy^clLly lOI* t/fl0 c I steps. Wingate Hall seems to be one of those buildinKti,' was designed from plans intended for some sort of m Typically, I opted for the wrong set. Dashing madly t second staircase, I galloped up to the third floor. My entra * was classic. Breathless with floppy hat askew, I mana to trip over the threshold, fall down, drop my books y the contents of my notebook and answer the roll to the’ of “Salem” — all in one brief moment. They don’t ca Idiot for nothing . . . Across the campus, the Oddity was engrosspJ (grossed) ? in conjugating Latin verbs. For some unes plainable reason, her attention was diverted to her fe students. Her eyes focused upon the most interesting of socks imaginable. Knowing that her cohort, the k was an avid sock fan, she recorded the description in, vast catalogue of information. Everyday was brightened!’ her elaborate descriptions of the latest in footwear. It ' a special sort of person to notice the little things in lifei socks. They don’t call her Oddity for nothing either. Meanwhile back at the parking lot, WFU’s own version of Lovely Rita Meter Maid was busily writing the Idi ticket. It seems that the Keyman (our pet name for despicable traffic officer who wore a giant key on his tie was daily busied by that task. I believe he took fiendis delight in bearing such tidings of great joy. After accumulated $60 worth of tickets in one week, we that the time for action was upon us. I divided out the tickei to all the Salem “coeds” and one by one we attempted charm the Keyman with our sweet Southern ways. He w apparently a staunch Union sympathizer as we could i penetrate his heart of iron. Daddy Dear solved the proH with a curt note to Ralph Scales explaining our ignorant of registering our cars. We compromised by temporal' registering them for a mere $5.00. I’ll bet that Keyman this day never found that between the three of us who drort we purchased one sticker which was neatly taped to f car being driven on a particular day. The Oddity and I collected numerous memories durii that month of Schizophrenia — half coed, half Salemite, would be willing to wager that an interesting new- saga c be added to our repertoire of adventure as the two of travel to the British Isles. Look out. Queen Lizzie ... Letter to The Editor Dear Editor: At the house meeting at South dorm Thursday the 24th, we were told that South had a mandatory $44 ($1 per student) to pay to the Help Fund. This money is to go to a Christmas Bonus for the maintenance staff at Salem. I think that this is in no way fair or exemplary of Christmas spirit. I understand that last year, when it was not mandatory the collec tion was rather slim because of the “lack of interest” of the stu dents. Is this true? To begin with, it is not the student’s responsibility to pay for maintenance once the initial fee has been charged. The admin istration is responsible for the staff’s wages. Secondly, what is giving? is Christmas spirit? It is not II* vicious circle it has become of giving handouts to people whom you feel obligated in on for them to buy cards, presets etc. for people to whom theyfe obligated. Giving is personal ™ pleasurable — not obligatory mandatory. I would like to give to the stf members I know personally ’ Christmas present — that come more from the heart the pocket book. I do not w« add to Christmas obligations ai suggest if the “Help Fund to do something worthwhu should petition the adraimsra to not hound the students. — Norma Editorial Staff Editor jgn Warner Feature Editor Marilyn Turner Assistant News Editor Pam Brown Assistant Feature Editor Claudia Lane , °Py Editor Sally Jordan ayout Editor Penny Lester Head ines Editor Avery Kincaid ea ines Assistants Marilyn Mycoff _ _ Ann Duncan artoonist ^gg|g Photographers Ann Pitt P . Kiki French itorial Contributor Beecher Mathes Mrs. J. W. Edwards Uncensored Voice ot the Salem Community. Business Staff Circulation Man^^' Typing inager Mary Boe'"’ ;■ Kathy WatK-** Sally Ga«* Janet Published weekly, excluding e holidays and summer vaca dents of Salem Price is $6.00 yearly. Mai m P. O. Box 10447, Salem Sta^ Salem, North Member of the United States »»' Press Association. ^—-U? U No. 31" Mailed by Third Class P®T". p ^ Salem College, Winston-Salem-
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