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

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We didn ' t know the ropes . . . . . . hut vc began flicking kndts that cry first day at Salciii. Between filling in blanks and signing nur names, we learned that Sister ' s and South were different dorms, that you could get a whole winter ' s wardrobe into a Clewell closet, and that you never used the front door of the dining hall. During Orientation Week we un- tangled the difference between light cuts and class cuts, nights out and overnights — and figured the nearest route to the post office. The first few weeks of school were a blur of new events. Rcser ' e room shelves were well explored, Mr. Camp- bell ' s reputed yellow paper pops be- came a reality, and bruised knees and sore muscles provecf that hockey was an unfamilar game for most of us. Getting lost in Silver ' s on our first shopping spree was almost as much fun as signing out for our first blind date. And then there was the excite- ment of May Day elections when Phoebe got elected to May Court and the fun of giving our skit at the pep rail} ' afterwards. Every time we see a shower cap we still think of Rat Week and our buck private uniforms. In boots and burlap sacks we saluted sophomores and bit the dust at the cry of air raid from the generals. At rat court we sat on ice and proposed to boys. It was a great relief when the sophomores took off their black — but after some of us recei ' ed answers from the rat letters written to Carolina and Davidson, we decided maybe Rat Week has its place in the life of a freshman! . . . with Phoebe Earnhardt as president, Bert Brower, Bobbie Kuss and Sara Outland filled the slate . . . Bessie and her crew finally got some food from home . . . and po ' littl ' Jean got a case of alarm clock jitters . . . When the bus left to take us to Wake I ' orest-Salem Da ' , many of us were on our wa - to our lirst big game. We must have looked important when Toddy was mistaken for president of Student Covernment! For Salem-Da- ' idson Day, the i- resbyterians invaded Winston, and a hay ride, picnic, and dance all combined into a big weekend. On our fun thermometers, the red and black were now tied with the gold and black. After six weeks ' tests, class elections were held; Phoebe Barnhardt was elected president with Roberta Brower to help her out as vice-president. Bar- bara Kuss was our secretary and Sara Outland, our treasurer. From Thanksgiving until Christmas we worked harder than ever — struggl- ing to get term papers in on time and parallel properly written. We played harder too — at decorating the dorm, using our nights out, and dancing at the Christmas formal. After Christmas, work overbalanced play as we crammed for mid-terms. In spite of swimming heads, however, we managed to consume ovens of sugar bread at the dean ' s coffee and counters of sandwiches at the kitchen party. During the spring, stunt night was a big project for us — we wanted to prove we could hold our own with upperclassmen. After Easter we came back armed with baby oil and baked by the pool to get a tan for the Ma - da - dance. This time dance cards were no mystery and the receiving line no menace. Next year is upon us and the knots and kinks have been unraveled. We ' re almost sophomores now — we know the ropes ! 21