Newspapers / Salem College Student Newspaper / Feb. 20, 1975, edition 1 / Page 1
Part of Salem College Student Newspaper / About this page
This page has errors
The date, title, or page description is wrong
This page has harmful content
This page contains sensitive or offensive material
olune LVIl Salem College, Winston-Salem, N. C., February 20, 1975 Number 10 Salem Students Involved In Diversified January Programs Behind Closed Doors January in British Isles m r : “motley crew” headed by Dr. Gratz pauses for a breather! By Roy F. Gratz I Thirty-five degrees with a 30 ,,.i wind. Ice and fog. A quarter- pe of exposed, uphill trail liiead. And so the American Wil- lerness course began — really icgan, that is. lit wasn’t supposed to be like Lt, of course. During the first L days of meetings and Sierra |ul) movies, we all hoped for weather. It was partly loudy with temperatures in the ■rties when the six students and po faculty left Winston-Salem, tat Carvers Gap (5512 feet) on lie Appalachian Trail, things [ere different. However, we sur- [ived the two miles of hiking over [rassy balds covered with ice- pouded vegetation, and we ar- pved at the three-sided shelter a cold and with ice on the findward side of our packs and pthes but otherwise in good pape. Sleeping bags were quickly Med up, and some of the group bped in for a little warmth, -ater, after dinners of hambur- P's. beannie weenies, and other lelights, we all settled in for a ®g night’s sleep. All except the nice, that is. They spent the light scurrying from pack to pack a search of M&M’s, crackers, or “lything else that wasn’t well liden. The next morning it was degrees, but the clouds had ted, and the sky was clear. The S had settled like cotton in ®y of the valleys below. A hike to the top of Grassy ..e (6W9 feet) yielded breath ing views of Roan Mountain, '■■andfather Mountain, and the uiTounding ranges. We could see e trail that we had traveled the '>'evious day, and it was hard to that it was the same Our pain had been worth [trail *as back to Salem for more "Jfis and meetings and then ° Mt. Rodgers, the highest for our second When we arrived at the fi partly cloudy The trail leading ifirio into the about two inches of ion vege- ; and rocks were coated with eltp two miles to the lilp Paciks behind t n nlirabed to the top of keu E ^^^29 feet). On the e stillness of now-covered woods was in the shelter, we had our dinner and afterwards a small, smoky campfire. Once we were in bed, the ever present mice had their usual fun while we slept. In the morning it was 22 degrees, and the water in the canteens had frozen; the sky was overcast.We hiked over Mt. Rodg ers, following the Appalachian Trail through a fairyland of ice- covered briar patches and rocky terrain. After seven miles, we reached the shelter that was to be our accommodations for the night. A cold wind blowing across an old orchard convinced us that we should walk the remaining two miles to the warmth of the cars. Over pizza and beer in Wilkes- boro, we knew that we had made the right decision. Our third hike in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, we had the best weather yet. As we followed the Appalachian Trail from Newfound Gap (5045 feet) for three miles to Ice Water Spring Shelter, we gained about a thousand feet in elevation and obtained spectacular views of Mt. LeConte, Clingmans Dome, and other peaks of the Smokies. At the shelter, we met our first fel low hiker of the month. Paul was an unemployed electronics worker and part-time writer who had been hiking alone for two weeks. That night we had a good fire in the shelter’s fireplace and much merriment ensued. The shock of spending the night with six Salern women must have been too much for Paul who left a bag of clothes behind when he departed the next morning. The second day of the hike took us along the ridge crest to Charlie’s Bunion, a bare out cropping of rock with precipitous drops to the valleys below. Again we had fine views of Mt. LeConte and the other mountains. Alter lunch, we left the Appalachian Trail and walked down into the woods below passing several small streams with cold, clear water bubbling over rocks and moss-covered logs. At Kephar Prong Shelter, we had our first accident. Laura Ann Buchanan, who had joined us for the trip, fell into the icy stream. Alter a quick change into some dry clothes, a short stint in the sleep ing bag, and some harsh words from daddy, all was well again. Although it was drizzling when we left the next morning, spirits were high. This trip will probably be remembered as the highlig o the month. On December 29, 1974 thirty Sa lem girls, accompanied by a girl from Wake, Wellesley and Mary Baldwin each, and Dr. and Mrs. Jim Edwards boarded a stretched DC 10 in Greensboro, four hours late, of course. London greeted us, somewhat chilly and hazy, but certainly not the biting cold winds and unending rains we had expected. The flowers were even in bloom. However, the city had more than flowers to offer. The first two weeks of our month were Sjjcnt in London, and there were a million things to see and do. For the scientifically minded there was the Natural Museum and the Science Museum, each a full day’s work. For the literary folk there was the British Museum, filled with manuscripts and awe-inspir ing sites like the Elgin Marbles, or Poet’s Corner, or John Donne’s grave in St. Paul’s Cathedral. For the appreciators of art, London was heaven on earth! The Na tional Gallery and Portrait Gal lery, the Tate Museum, The Royal Academy, and many smaller col lections gave them the chance to see masterpieces from every place and every period. For ev eryone there was the excitement of exploration in a huge city in another country. From shopping, to finding neat places to eat, to riding the Underground or a bus, or just plain taking a walk in Hyde Park, every day could be a new adventure. It was even fun making mistakes, like paying to ride the Underground to the Vic toria and Albert Museum only to figure out that it was just a short walk from our Hotel. Whodunit? By Susan Wooten It’s no’7 February and I think I’m safe. In January, I was an eye witness to brutal and often gorey murders and many equally violent beatings. Have faith though, the criminals were all apprehended. No, I was not a member of the Winston-Salem Po lice Department this January; I was a member of Mr. Jordon’s Detective Fiction class. During the month we read thirteen books of both English and American schools of fiction with characters ranging from Sherlock Holmes to Sam Spade. The highlight of the month was writing our own detec tive stories. Stop and think. How many original crimes are there these days? Everytime I thought I had a good plot, it would pop up on Barnaby Jones or Colombo. I came up with such exciting titles as “The Carbon-Monoxide Mur der,” “The Case of the Missing Maid,” (The butler did it) and “Whatever Happened to Jane.” Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll receive the Pulitzer Prize this year, but maybe I won’t be sent back to Freshman English this week. Apart from the personal explor ations there were group trips also. The first day we took a bus tour of London and made vis ts to the Tower of London and St. Paul s Cathedral. The Tower offered hundreds of years of history as well as a chance to view the crown jewels. We also went to gether to Westminster Abbey, Winchester Cathedral, Stonehenge and Salisbury, Canterbury, Ox ford, and, of course, Stratford, Shakespeare Country. Not only were we impressed by the beauty of the English countryside and the cathedrals, but we couldnt help but learn something about history too. Coming from a coun try so young, there was sorne- thing a little strange about walk- ing on a floor that had been walked on since the eleventh or twelfth century! The next part of our journey took us to Edinburgh, where the key word was “wool”. We hit the shops and began buying sweaters and kilts as if preparing for an eternal winter. Edinburgh also had a castle and palace in town with the history of Queen of Scots to offer. And it London was not, Edinburgh was cold and windy. From there we took one day trip to Abbotsford to see the home of Sir Walter Scott, and three days after our arrival we headed for Dublin and a fast-moving eight day bus tour of Ireland. Tommy, our wonder ful bus driver, showed us casues, took us to kiss the Blarney Stone, told us where to shop, and hauled us back and forth to those neat Irish pubs. The tour of Ireland was full of natural beauties, from The ocean at places like Galway Bay and, the Cliffs of ^oher (which were alone worth the en tire trip), to mountains and beau tiful rolling green hills dotted wit sheep. The trip m Ireland was topped off with a medieval ban quet in Bunratty Castle in com^ plete medieval style, mead in the mead hall included. We even ate with our hands! After Ireland we headed bac “Dr. Nancy” assists with the operation. By Nancy Porter Getting bitten and scratched . . quieting a frightened dog . . . watching delicate spinal surgery . . cleaning cages . . . helping with X-rays . . . talking with an upset owner . . . giving baths . . . observing the miraculous recov ery of a puppy . . . These were all part of my January explora tion into the practice of veteri nary medicine: a unique oppor tunity that provided quite an insight into a fascinating career. President John Chandler an nounced at the February 13 fac ulty meeting that Salem College will end the 1974-75 year in the black. Chandler emphasized that Salem is one of only a few col leges that is operating within its budget. He said, however, that 1975-76 will be a tight year and the school will have to pay even closer at tention to its finances. Rising water, gasoline, and electrical costs along with continuing in flation and recession have con sumed more and more of the school’s income. Chandler also said that recently more money has had to be diverted to repairs on the buildings. In order to keep costs down, Chandler announced that as vacancies occur in per sonnel due to retirement or resig nation, their positions will not be filled. Because of spiralling inflation, student applications are also low er than anticipated. Chandler said that for the first time since 1971, Salem will probably not achieve full enrollment next fall. To com bat this, the admissions staff will double its recruiting efforts and also try to decrease the attrition rate. On a brighter note, the presi dent noted that while alumni con tributions are smaller, gifts from parents and businesses have in creased. Also, the college has no major capital debts. Chandler also announced the establishment of a Distinguished Professor Chair. The position, which is endowed by an anony mous benefactor, carries a sti pend of $1500 in addition to regu lar faculty salary. Chandler explained that the position is similar to the Oxford Chair of Poetry. To be considered for the chair, a candidate must be a full-time member of the Salem faculty, have full tenure and the rank of assistant professor or higher, and must have taught at Salem for five years and exemplified meri torious service to the school. Candidates for the position will be nominated by a committee composed of two students chosen by the academic dean, adminis tration officials, and one faculty member representing each de partment. The appointment will be valid for a maximum of five years. to four more days in London to try to fit in all of the things we missed the first time. Trying to see the plays we had missed, or the places we hadn’t gone or wanted to go back to, or do all that shopping that we hadn’t done occupied those last four days. We all gained much from our January term, whether in the form of academic learning, ex perience, or new friends, and I for one, regard it as the high spot of my four years at Salem. The people made it what it was from our bus drivers and guides, to Dr and Mrs. Edwards who were ever-tolerant and wonderfully pa tient, and to each of us. But there nre only two ways you can begin to know all of what we did: either go for yourself, or, if you can’t do that, ask any of us that went, we would be glad to relive our January term by telling you about it! H M House Opens By Julie Heffiger Beginning after semester break, six students and Marie Clair Lededn moved into the Home Management House in order to learn to speak French more flu ently. Beckie McKennon, a senior, Barbara Edgerton, a sophomore, and freshmen Lee Bullard, Louise Williamson, Mary Jack Hinnant, and Julie Hettizer made up the group who will live there for six weeks. You may have seen Marie Claire on campus. She is taking Spanish and American Literature here on campus. During January she taught at Salem Academy. Now she assists the French De partment here and stays in the house. She arrived in the states in October and went to Colorado to visit friends before coming here. The group meets everyday from 4:45 until 5:45 to talk or see a French film. Everyone is wel come to attend the get-togethers in the French house.
Salem College Student Newspaper
Standardized title groups preceding, succeeding, and alternate titles together.
Feb. 20, 1975, edition 1
1
Click "Submit" to request a review of this page. NCDHC staff will check .
0 / 75