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

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Bofird of Trustees J Shvhiiiiii. left to n ' Jit: Dr. Krcd Lcinbach. Dr. George G. Higgins, Rc-hert D. Shore, jr.. Dr. Dale H. Gramlcy, C. L. Rav. William F. Sharfner. Jr., Charle.s I . KIberson, .Marvin R. Rohbins, Ralph ,M, Stockton, JuliiKS A. boduard, Ralph K. Spaugh, Rev. James C. Hughe.s, and Charles F. ' ance, Jr. i Sittiiiii. left to rioht: .Miss Sara Coe Hunsucker, .Mrs. Fmil Shaffner, .Miss Ada Allen, Dr. R. Ciordon Spaugh, .Mrs. Agneu H. Bahnson. Jr., .Mrs. (iordon Hanes. and .Mrs. John C. Whitaker. Missij ' : Dr. .Agneu IF Bahnson, Rev. ernon Daetu ler, Howard Gra , .Mrs. Charles P. Howard, Mrs. Courrne ,Mauz -, Alton Pfaff, (iraxdon Pleasants, Charles . Sicucrs, .Mrs. Richard B. Simpson, Dr. . Herbert Spaugh, C. S. Starbuek. the Hon. L. (Motrin Strong, .Miss Sarah Turlington. 16 l9il KS

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There ' s a Me . . . ... on this campus who is generally identified with the greenness of freshmen, the confusion of sophomores, the frivolity of juniors or the dignity of seniors. A me who is green or confused or frivolous or dignified because of the semester hours listed by my name. ... A me who is sufficient unto class and self— and yet, above all this — is one unto all. A me who has to do with going to classes and conferences and drug stores, and deans ' offices and to sales on cashmere sweaters down town. One of all these years and activities rolled into one. Of the small, infinitesimal, happy and unhappy moments that a year or two or three or four at Salem has created. . . . A mc who sometimes sits in a dormitory roorri and watches the rain drip and splash past the window from the gutter above to the ledge below; from the ledge to the brick sidewalk; from the sidewalk sees it soak into the ground around the bricks, beside the bricks, under the bricks . . . And then wonders if the rain will ever stop. ... A me who walks out into the rain en route to class meeting and feels a brick sink under-foot. One who sees the rain that has slipped through the dirt particles around the brick on my gray loafers, my white socks, and my green wool jersey dress with the turtle neck. . And the me who wants to cry — but instead laughs at the mess and thinks of how ridiculous it is for rain to go in two directrons, and goes on to class meeting remembering things like the lost nickels in coke machines . . . Miss Essie calling for Bright at 6:21 a.m. . . . the blind dates that turned out well and the ones that didn ' t ... the alarm clock that fell down on the job . . . signing in and out, and some- times forgetting both ... the shower that Went hot and cold— mostly cold . . . over- due books in the library . . . dorm decoration contests lost and friends won . . . spilling coffee on a 25-page typed term paper at 3 :00 a.m. the morrang it was due . . . cigarettes and Sunday funnies . . . cigarettes and talk of Picasso ... and just plain cigarettes ... the barricade of laundry in the stairwells on Monday mornings . . . three weeks spent on restriction ... the rattling radiators during lectures . . . the spheres that are only the tops of umbrellas and muddy socks going to class meet- ings on rainy days. ... A me who wheels around and says, Sure I ' m a member of one class— but what difference does that make? What ' s more— I ' m me.