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

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Skirts and sweaters, and football games , . . . . . meant fall for Salem students. This was the time of year when our white blazers were warm enough. Hampton and Harry Lee spent hours raking up leaves in the square, and yet there were always enough left to scuff through on the way to the post-ofHce. It was an Indian-summer time of the year when everyone sat outside after supper and smoked. This was the fall that it didn ' t rain e ery day. A lot of people think that the campus is pret- tiest when the leaves are turning, and this year we thought so, too. Everybody was busy looking for rides to Carolina or Duke for football games. Sis Hines distinguished herself by going to Chapel Hill every week-end. While the Seniors were looking for dates as a way of using those unlimited cuts, the Freshmen were changing plans made before they found themselves entitled to only two overnights. This was the year that Navy beat Army and, more important to Salem, Duke beat Carolina. At lunch on Saturday, we sang ' Hark, the Sound, and at two o ' clock we gathered around the radio with knitting and stationery boxes. Over in Strong, the girls watched the game on television with a result of many dropped stitches and much neg- lected parallel reading. Cornelia Otis Skinner lectured and pleased us all with her group of skits about Americans in Paris. Good- bye, My Fancy won acclaim from local drama critics when Salem dis- played its own talents. The I.R.S. gave a Halloween Party in the Day Students ' Center and eliminated the usual cutting of the bell rope and put- ting beds into the shower pranks. The May Queen and court were elected in Old C ' hapel, and the A. A. held a pep-rally in Bitting ' s Bottom. Miss Hixson announced the Scorpion Members in Chapel, and the Salemite revealed Who ' s Who in a scoop. Everybody had their pictures made for the annual and argued over whose were the worst when proofs came back. It stayed warm until Thanksgiving and often after supper we took Rous- seau Rambles up into the cemetery. We wore shorts and went barefooted in the dormitory and avoided the library as much as possible. It was the time of the year when the leaves were turning, and we wore skirts and sweaters and went to football games. 25

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This is my first year . . . . and Tve had every difBculty a Freshman is supposed to have. During orientation everything was a big blur of tests, faces, blanks and constitutions. But by the end of the week I knew the difference between a light cut and a call down, could find my way to the Book Store and knew what all those mysterious inidals stood for — I.R.S., Y, Stee Gee. . . . During the first month of school other mysterious words took on new mean- ings, too. Rat Week — directed by solemn sophomores — finished up the business of initiating our entire class into college life. I wore baby clothes, carried cigarettes for the sophomores, and learned to eat a square meal and spinach sandwiches. But at the Fresh- man-Sophomore party after Rat Court I found out that Sophomores can ac- tually smile; the next day I wore lip- stick for the first time in four days. As soon as six-weeks ' tests were over our class elected officers. Jane Alex- ander, who had served as temporary chairman, was elected president, and Anna Katharine Dobson was our vice- president. Jean Calhoun was chosen as secretary, and Eleanor Fry managed our finances. Finances brought up the problem of filling the class treasury. Finally we decided on a -fashion show, which was given on December 6 in the Day Stu- dents ' Center. Several of the Freshmen modeled the clothes from Montaldo ' s — I thought that the twins. Grey, Cacky, Judy and the others looked at least as sophisticated as Juniors. After Christmas I had my first siege of Salem exams — learned what the old girls meant by reading day, cramming, blue books, and Mr. Campbell ' s final. In the spring I went to my first Salem-Davidson day, and worked on the committee for Stunt Night. When the pool opened I sunbathed there every afternoon that I didn ' t have Choral or a Lab. Lu Long ' s suntan looked good that first Saturday in May. The whole Freshman class was proud of her as she walked into the May Dell with Lucy Harper and the rest of the court. Some of us were in the pageant and most of us had dates for the dance that night. After another round of exams I be- came a sophomore and before I left, all my furniture was stored in the attic in Clewell — labeled with a sticker that said I ' d be back next year. . . . they dm ' t look so bewildered! class officers Anna halli- erine Dobson, Jane Alexander, Jean Calhoun, Eleanor Fry . . . hey, whaddya do with this sophomore? . . . pretty nice, signing out for that fast date 26