Salem College - Sights and Insights Yearbook (Winston-Salem, NC)

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JTI.vkei ' ii - SALEM ■ ' - ' tm. ■ e» . ' ' HE GIRL who has completed her course of study at Salem Academy and College will naturally carry away with her a store of memories that will , , often rise up before her in later life. These pic- ji tures, tinted, mellowed by the hand of Memor -. ■ Vj:.- the oldest of old masters, bathed in the golden lights of the past, become very precious in the years to come. Busily engaged with different scenes, and varying duties, as each one must be, these memory pictures will remain the same, indelibly fixed, a treasured possession, that no right-thinking person would be willing to forego. Salem itself has changed comparatively little, if we compare it with the rushing whirl of modern life all about us. It is true, there have been changes in the one hundred and forty-three years that it has stood as the church and educational center of the Moravians in Wachovia, but it has selected and assimilated what is best in the changing times and seasons, while it has steadily |CSs4 kept hold of its old foundations of upright, industrious and persevering busi- ness and social requirements. The staunch old forefathers of the village, who rest in yonder graveyard, would open their eyes in utter bewilderment if they were to see the principal streets of Salem paved with Belgian blocks — if they could hear the rushing street cars, the whizzing automobiles; they would shake their heads in utter unbelief if they were told that the Yadkin River, which had been booming against its rocky bars for untold sons of years, had been harnessed down, and put to work by this enterprising generation to propel its street cars, to run its factories and mills, to light and heat its dwellings. , As we stroll up Church Street past the College and church, we see that 5 52 1 the old church looks the same externally, except that an enterprising Ampel- opsis vine is creeping over the grey walls, adorning them wth delicate green tracerv. The old belfry from which the solemn chorals have floated over our heads, as the church band announced a festival day, or a departure, is still the same: the old clock is still chiming the hours as it did one hundred years |-jr.,-| ago. X ithin the church we see changes — the stained glass windows are not - i2, ' ' . quite the same; the Christmas decorations are there, however, reminding us of the singing of The Morning Star and other well-known anthems, the i • '

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