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

Text from Pages 1 - 146 of the 1956 volume:

fe?a?i. W - A K ■( i?i X l i ' } } - . ' m m «fv i?li - • . . M ' . fli s BQ ' •TSnBPOfo ' im «TjiipDi Preface 3 C CAME to Sale m in the summer when bricks reflected humid, paint-smell- ing air. The chair slipped awkwardly beside the dean ' s desk; I did not know if my major would be home economics or English. Outside the swimming pool water looked frozen-still and I wondered if we could sun-bathe on the graveled top of the gymnasium. In September there was a Sunday when the frozen-still pool water was circled with rain splats and ringed by a marble my brother threw from a third floor window in C ewell. A high-heeled senior hostess peeped in and saw my mother hopelessly hidden by trunks still on their ends. In the hall fathers stole clothes hangers from outside ne.xt-door rooms. Behind one of the closed doors a girl told her mother she wanted to go back home. Then it was night and the speaker at vespers explained about the raised brick eyebrows over the windows. Raised eye- brows made Salem friendly and interested in all of us. The windows were dark half an hour before the clock clanged midnight. Late in the week the uncurtained, lighted windows of Strong were peopled with unpaekers. I sat in my senior ad- adviser ' s suite and memorized the ad- ministration ' s grant of power to the stu- clents. I wrote it on my liandbook test and placed in the top forty; but the librarian ' s iidIc Kild iiic I knew Iihi liitlc ahoiit (lie l)c f (|c( iiiial s stcm. 1 sliuk the iiolc (111 riiy minor .uul walked u|5t(n ii Inr a cincinascnpc western at the (Carolina and eoHee at Morris Ser ice. Back in Clewcll at niidiiinlil people screamed in, disheveled and elated. The next house meeting tittered at a plea lor neater date-returning and oohed at an in itation from Bowman Gray Phi Clhi ' s. The panic engendered by mid-semester grades Hed from the smiling face of the Christmas spirit. I went home stacked with term paper sources and yellow legal pads. My enthusiasm at the chance of be- ginning second semester afresh swamped me with newspaper assignments and pres- sure to play basketball for the class team. I plunged into the phobia of participation; sweet, iuit . . . blind dates came easier, and the basement became in - early morning ivory tower. Suddenly I was a sophomore, an ex- debutante, and almost twentv. Separation into three dorms clicnieilicd the class. 1 said I was glad and set out to prose my indi iduality. Recjuired religion became my idea-outlet; my roommate and I, alter supper, smoked over speculations on love, and life, and our love of life. I scheduled confeiences and came out in deeper perplexity; I applied elementary psychology on my friends and invself with no avail. An escape— often— to C ' hapel Hill or Durham helped until Sunday ni ht and ungraccd cheesey sandwiches in the dining room. C ' omprehensives drained me of all I knew but renewed my chances of sur- ival. I devoted myself to May Day practices and stayed out in town after the dance. I sought out a summer job that would challenge a wearied philosopher and teach her how to party with sophisti- cation. A shrunken circle of stable conservatives comprised the first meeting of the junior class. Cliques had lost their mainstays and merged into a giant force prepared for a downhill obstacle course. I chose between an education bulletin board and an array of humanities courses. From the listening room of the library I watched autumn invade the square; at night I walked across and talked in Tom ' s about the relative merits of marriage and career. Upon me was the gradual, subtle con- viction that either was worth doing. It thrilled me to glimpse, in a rare objective view, the logic of the faculty ' s reaction to 7 our unlimited-overnights petition. I sacri- ficed a Duke-wcekend for a trip home and my folks gave me the keys to a sur- prise. The end was almost in sight — just around the corner of a last studential summer. Why don ' t you hop into the car with me while I cruise through my last year at ' Salem. I ' m turning the ignition key; you scan the table of contents and turn the page. . . . Tjilil of C ' oiiti iitN • • . 4 ' ll. l TI ' :il I A islr: n Prcsitlciit ' s Paac ... 12. Board ol I ruslccs and I ' acullv ... 14. riiAi Tii:ii II (I aK.ses .Seniors . . . 22. Juniois . . . 44. .Sophomores . . . 50. I ' rcsh- men . . . 56. Foreign .Siudrnls . . . 04. l)a ' Sindciits . . . 65. 1 HAFTEK III orviee Presidents Forum . . . 68. Student Government . . . 70. Y.VV.C.A. ... 72. Marshals ... 74. Clhief Marshal ... 75. CHAI TEK IV The Arts Pierrettes . . . 78. Su ii iili ' Lecture Committee . . . 8. ' . 80. Choral Ensemble ... 82. CHAPTER V Honorarios Honor Societ - . . . 86. Scorpions ... 87. Phi Alpha Theta ... 88. Oslo Scholarships . . . 8 ' ). Feature girls . . . 90. Monosrram Cluli . . . ' )4. II7 ( i ll ' Jio ... 95. CHAPTER VI Vocations Home Economics C:lub . . . 98. Future Teachers of America . . . 99. International Relations Club . . . 100. Lablings . . . 101. €HAI TER VII Athletics .Athletic .Association . . . 104. CHAPTER VIII Social I.R.S. . . . 108. May Day Clommittee . . . 110. May Court ... 112. Maid of Honor ... 116. May Queen ... 117. Maillia Thnrnhmg, Editor of Siglils and Jnsig ils 3 LEFT Mac and Sissie in the Sights AND Insights office and stumbled over the uneven bricks in the catacombs. Linda stood by the bell, still looking for Mr. Wright. The typewriter was still clicking. Then it stopped. They must be cropping pictures. I never did learn to spin the confusing little wheel — and put red marks on Aggie ' s beauti- Marv Mc.Xrfly Rogers, Associate Edito, Agnes Rennie, Pliotograpliy Editor ful pictures. It ' s more fun selling ads. I looked down at the funny paper lying on top of a shaky stack and automatically began counting words. Then I knew it was past bedtime. Linda punched me. Wake up, sleepv. Mr. Wright ' s coming. .She opened the door. The cold air felt good on my face. Sights and Imiglils Edilnrial Staff Mijit E. MiClure, Business Manual i nj Sights and Insig ils Jn Smitherman, AssistanI Editor Cf in Smith, Assistant Business Manager Editor-in-C hicf Martha Thoniljurg Associate Editor Mary McNcely Rogers Assistant Editor Jo .Smitherman Business Manager Mary E. McCllure Assistant Business Manager Ceha Smith Photography Editor Agnes Rennie Photography Assistant JuHa Parker Senior Editor Ella Ann Lee Junior Editor Madeline Allen Sophomore Editor Linda Chappell Freshman Editor Mary F. Patrick Day Student Editor Betty Jean Cash Art Editors . Brcnda Goerdel, Rose Dickinson Typists Libby Norris, Susan Glaser Faculty Advisor Mr. Britt Sights and Insights Business Staff E 10 Chapter one AdniiiiistratioH 3 0 BARELY made it to my seat before the processional began. Everybody turned to loot; at the row of black robes making its way to the stage. Opening convocation. I ne er thought about it before, but this is one of the few times I see the faculty and administration in one big group. Almost every day I can see them in little gatherings Dr. Lewis, Dr. Africa, Mr. .Shewmake, and Dr. Spencer in the drug- store — or Mr. Campbell, Mi.ss Covington, and Miss .Simpson sitting around the lily pond. I certainly do like Mrs. Heidbredcr ' s blue regalia. Most attractive! And Mr. Sandresky . . . did I bid for the drive-in date he offered at the Y auction! The Gramleys attract a lot of bidders, too, with their bridge party. And dinners at the Britts ' arc popular. But the aesthetes go for Mr. Curlee ' s woodcraft. Mr. Pete certainly is more dignified today than at his let ' s sing sessions, or at the faculty-student games. I like the Softball games best, I guess. Miss Byrd and Mrs. Scott are fabulous cheerleaders, and Miss Collett and Miss Bryson perform like professionals. Kow can the students help but forsake their team and cheer for the faculty! They were all on the stage and we sat down after the invocation. It was Dr. Hixson ' s time to speak. That reminds me. I must give Dr. Hixson that announcement before the first monthly faculty meeting. I certainly don ' t want any of them to miss the Follies. After all, they entertain us every fourth year. Dr. Wel ch is probably already con- cocting a new array of acts for 1958. I really don ' t see how she has time for such things. The list of committees they utilize is unbelievable —calendar, curriculum, ad- missions, student government — the aca- demic council and the one in charge of scholarships and student aid. And we think we have a lot of things to do . . . 11 g m 12 Dr. Dai.k H. C, [ k . Pituihiil nf Salr ' i i!- 4:- . • it ' ■ Ri CdllfO,- 13 Board of Trustees Dr. R. Gordon Spaugh, Chairman Miss Ada Allen Dr. Agnew H. Bahnson Mrs. Agnew H. Bahn son, Jr. Mrs. A. L. Butler, Jr. Rev. Vernon Daetwyler Mr. C. E. Elberson Mr. Howard Gray Mrs. Gordon Hanes Rev, George G. Higgins Mrs. Charles P. Howard Rev. James C. Hughes Dr. Fred Leinbach Mrs. Courtney Mauzv Mr. Alton Pfaff Mr. Graydon Pleasants Mr. C. L. Ray Ivy M. Hixson, B.A.. M.A., Ph.D. Academic Dean . R. Heidbreder. B.A., M..A.. Dean of Sludents Mr. Marvin R. Robbins Mrs. Emil ShafFner Mr. W. F. Shaffner, Secretary Mr. Robert D. Shore, Jr. Mrs. Cornelius D. Sides Mr. Charles N. Siewers Mrs. Richard B. Simpson Dr. W. Herbert Spaugh Mr. Ralph E. Spaugh Mr. C. .S. Starbuch Mr. Ralph M. Stockton The Hon. L. Corrin Strong Mr. Charles F. Vance, Jr. Mrs. John C. Whitaker Mr. Julius A. Woodward President Dale H. Grainley, f.v officio Clemens S.- ndresky, B.A., M.A. Dean oj the School of Music DoN. ' VLD Britt, B.A. Administrative Assistant 14 Anna 1 ' l kK si n. H.A. Treasurer Maroarkt I.. Simpson. B A. Recorder Edwin F. Siikwmakk. B.S., MA. Assistant Professor of fine Ai li Sadie Elizabeth W ' kuii. 15. A., M.A., Ph.D. Professor of Educalion ami I ' sy- cholos. r LorisE WiiiTK. M.. ., M.l.d. Assistant Professor of Edmaluni Phiup Africa, B.A., Ph.D. Associate Professor of History Fr.xncis C:hari.es Anscdmbe. B.A., LL.B.. M.A., Ph.D. Professor of History, Emeritus Warren F. Spencer, B.S.S., M.A., Ph.D. Assistant Professor of History EvABELLE S. Covington, B.. .. M.A. Professor of Sociology and Eco- nomics Robert L. Wendt, B.A., M.A. Assistant Professor of Sociology Lucy E. Austin, B.A., M.A., Ph.D. Associate Professor of Classical Languages Jess Lucile Byrd, B.A., M.. . Associate Professor of English Harold Michael Lewis, B.. .. M.A., Ph.D. Professor of Modern Languages Mary L. Melvin, B.A., M.A. Assistant Professor of Modern Languages Elizabeth Riegner, B.A., M.. . Assistant Professor of English. Director oj Dramatics 15 Anne H. Rogers. B.A. Instructor in English LuciLE Vest Scott B M Associate Professor of ] odn,, i nguages Minnie J, Smith. B r Ph.D. ■ Professor of Classical Languages Emeritus ' Lucv Leinbach Wenhoi.d B A Ph.D. Professor of Modern Languages Emeritus ' WiLLi.AM B. White, B S R A M.. ., Ph.D. Assistant Professor of English Arley Theodore Clrlee B M.A. ■ ■ Professor of Mathematics LL. B.A Ralph Robert Be B.M.E. Instructor in ]Vood-ivind, Bra and Percussion Louise Cox Bowen Instructor in Piano Mary Frances Cash. B M Assistant Professor of Theory Nell Folger Glenn, B.S Accompanist Harriet M. Greider Instructor in Piano Ele.anor Shaffner Glthrie o.A. Instructor in Harp Hans Heide.mann Assistant Professor of Pwno Eugene M. Jacoboxvsk -, b S M.A. ■ ■■ Assistant Professor of riolin Laurie Rogers Jones, B.A Instructor in Piano 16 l)(iN i II McCi.kki 1 . 15. M.. M.A. A. u lii il I ' lijfi-.yMi) Iff MusiKiloiiy ( jiARi.ES Mi;ni IN Irish tu 1(11 in Vin iinci lo rind Piano John S. Mui-iiKR. B.M.. M.M. Awi-slanI Professor oj Organ l ' t I W. Pktkrson. B.. L, M.Mus. Ed. Professor oj 1 oiee jiNE Louise Samson, B.A., M.A. Assistant Projessor of Puhlii School Music and Musicolooy Xei.i. Brushingiiam Starr Instructor in Voice Wii I IS A. .Stevens. H.M.. M.. ., M.S. Iiisliucliii in I ' lanii I ' .DWTN . . Saw-ier. B.S., M.A., B.I). Pi i cssor of Re i!;ion, Co lene Chap ain Roy J. Campbell, B.A., M.P.H. Professor of Biology B. C ARSON Frenhh. B.S.. M.. ., M.S. Professor of Chernisliy Margaret Petrea, B.S., M.S. Assistant Projessor oJ Home Eco- nomics t AROLVN BrVSON. B.S. Instructor in Physical Education Elizabeth Ann Cloi i.ett, B.S., M.A. . ssislant Professor of Physical Educatiini KaTHERINE .S. P RON, B.. ., M.A.. B.S.E.S. l.ihitnian . NNA j. C:ooi ' hK. B.S., NE. . Assistant l.ilnarian 17 Louise McClung Lowe. B.A. Library Assistant Grace Louise Sieuers. B.A. Librarian, Emeritus Edith A. Kirkl.and, B.. . Director of Public Relations Leli. Gr. h.am M. rsh, B.. . Alumnae Secretary Evelyn Roberts, B.. . Assistant to the Dean of Students M. RY Stockton Cummings, B.A. Dietitian Mary Gay Nevvlin. R.N. . ' urse Ruby Muller Fulp . urse .Mrs. Van D. Patterson, B.. . Hostess in Clewell Dormitory ir i. Walter R. Yarbrough Superintendent of Buildings ami t Grounds 18 TlioNo Xoi l liolo;£r | licil JANE CaRTKK. B.A. . ' I(.( ill! tell Mak 1,(11 I ' rongay, B.S. Annliitil III PhvsHiil F.iliuiilinn Tm RMAN KdW ARCS Asiiildiil in Flirsiial Ediualion Dr. HcJWARl) R.)M)THA1 i,R, H.A.. ' , ).. Ph.D. Riliiiil I ' lisiiLiit iij Siilini (jilli ' Of Geri DINK Bavnes Eggleston. B.A. Library AssislanI Arthur Smith, Jr.. B.S., M.. . Indiislrial Art Frances Horne, B.M. Inslruclor in Piano POLLYANNA GORDON StEVVART, B.S. Instructor in Home Economics |oan J.xcobowskv. B.S., M.A. Instructor m [ oice Margaret Vardem.. B.M.. M.M. Associate Professor of Organ Seerh ' fmm Fiuiilly-Stiidenl I ' ljlltylxill Come 19 ' 20 1 anUHMmglaon— Cli SI fitter Two m IJIasses I in an uncontrollable sopho- nioiif spurt, I sprang from niy scat. But what good is it going to do you if you know c -cr thing science discovered and still can ' t get through Macbeth or sit through a concert or. . . . ' M - profcs.sor said. Well, now. ... I knew he was deliberately provoking us into discussion. And he had succeeded. -Ml of us were Hghting for the tluav. He repeated slowly, Well, now, girls. Let me ask you. What good is all that super- ficial, surface knowledge going to do you when you get out in the world and have to earn a living? I got a head start. Earning a li ing is not the important thing. It ' s learning how to li -e! I knew immediately how high- tlown that sounded. So I continued. What I mean i.s- I think that a girl should ha e a liberal education so she will be prepared for anything that comes up. Marriage or career or both. And if she wants to be a lab technician, she ought first to stud - the humanities and learn to cjuestion the h of e cry- thing. A girl on the back row came to life. Well, it might be all right for a lab tech to take English and art and history and to edit the paper, but a music major needs to give every minute to her four years to music. Especially anybody taking applied music. I know the music profession ex- pects perfection. And divided attention can ruin a music major quicker than anything. I couldn ' t wait to answer. Then music majors ought to isolate themsel -es in conservatories where they won ' t be tempted by other courses and extracur- ricular activities. The bell put a fitting ending on my dramatic conclusion. The professor grinned and sat still. We haven ' t done much about the lesson today. Next time we ' ll have to double up. Read chapter seven. The eighteenth cen- tury had plenty of musicians and scientists and poets and philosophers. Enough for all of us. Even you. He looked at me. I thought. I ' ll take all of them. Ciladlv. 21 seniors 01 L L HESTS were still being brought up tlie stairs. Bitting is just like any other dorm, isn ' t it? my roommate said, still opening doors in the room. Maybe. But look. What lu.xury. An adjoining bath. I said e.xcitedly. Then I opened the closet door. Oh, well. We can ' t have everything. I came into the living room on .Sunday night and gave a startled jump. All the furniture had been draped with white sheets. .Someone shoved me back upstairs to strip my bed; one more lamp needed a dust cover. Downstairs once more I demanded an explanation. Well, since we can ' t use it except for dates and guests, we decided to take care of it. A better time was the .Senior Follies. Lights were dimming, noisy murmuring was subsiding, and Martha and Ella Ann were beginning the o erture. I heard Julia whisper. All right, girls, you ' re on. The music played on and we stood there. Turn around and bow, I heard Agnes whisper to me. Accidentally I found myself in the right figure and soon it was over. A lot of things were o er. We had al- readv been to our last Putz. C ' hristmas 22 baiK|uct. and Miwia i at C cntcnarN ' . Vc had planted a crab apple tree. siuit Clhristnias carols to faciiltN ' families, and been to Senior ' espers. Then one evening my roommate came in and said. Hey. I thought you ' d be packing. I came to help you mo e. . few hours later, settled in the Practice House, I went downstairs to get out dishes for the next morning ' s breakfast experi- ment. It was late. I opened the cabinet door quietly and . . . crash ! Down came glasses, dishes, shelf, and all. Plates kcptcom- ing and so did Miss Pctrea. Soon I moved back Id i5ittinii . . . and comprchcnsises. ••What lime is il: ' I asked a Icllow- sullercr sitliuL; beside me. •■ ' I ' wo o ' clock. she replied. ■ ' . n(l I haxcn ' t begun my sophomore notes vet. . music major was sitting in the eorni ' r. humming a strange melody and staring ai her composition notebook. In two weeks she would gi e her senior recital. Do you think we ' ll li -c through it? I asked. Oh, yes, my optimistic friend replied. Other people have. Senior Class Offcers, left to right: Denyse McLawhorn, President Ann Coley, Vice-President Jane Langston, Secretary Ciirolyn Sjmugli. Treasurer 23 ERLINDA ABUEG, Que- zon City, Philippines. An exchange student in 1954, a Salemite of her own choice this year . . . Full of tales of a summer in Philadelphia, and coming-out parties back home in the Philippines . . . An English major. she speaks it more correctly than the native .Southern Bell . . . As exquisite as an oriental vase and as Ivy League as Bermuda shorts. k s e n i o r BETT ' BALL BARRON, VVinston-.Salem. . former •Salem student returned to finish a B.M. degree . . . Hornrimmed glasses, twinkl- ing eyes, Woodbury com- plexion and a contagious grin . . . Consoles fellow- slaves to the keyboard that life as a secretary is less en- joyable . . . Drives from home and little David each morning in her white Dodge Endless hours of teaching piano and practice toward The Recital. EMILY BAKER, Rocky Mount. Originator and di- rector of the fabulous Follies . . . Doubles on May Day as C hairman and member of the court . . . . vid collector of drama books with gifted thumbs in Pierrette pies . . . Member of the Scorpions who ac- tually enjoys practice teach- ing . . . Signified by her Yale man, summer matri- mony plans, and a ring . . . Summer work as a costumer for L ' nto These Hills . . . . combination of many talents topped by naturally curly hair, a Roman profile, and an imrcstrained giggle . 111,. .Seiiiuii Ixgin a luur uj Old Salmi wil i a viul lu Ktiluiatiun I Icadquarlers . LOUISE BARRON, Rock Hill, .S. C. A Who ' s Who who presides o cr Monday Clouncil meetings with the wisdom of Solomon and the practicality of an old pro- verbial almanac in a Dorothy l)ix era, with a South Clarolinian drawl and a Norwegian fla or . . . . one time Mother of Cllewcll and tutor in great demand now uses both talents for practice teaching . . . An ex- acting mathematician ... A selfless .Scorpion, with the appetite of a bird and the energy of an atom. NFXLIE ANNE B. R- ROW, Alberta, Va. The strongest supporter of Al- l)erta with its one caution light . . . The capable on- campus veep, the veteran manager of the hockey team, and survivor of three years of rooming with Temple . . . Likes oysters, sociology, Ear- tha Kitt, and Bill . . . Al- ways studying for a religion test, going to lab, or feeding the guinea pigs . . . Demure, quick to blush, sometimes quiet, but always in the center of the wheel. BARBARA BERR ' , C:har- lolle. One who takes every thing in her stride from practice teaching sixty chil- dren to cooking lor six hungry Salemiles in the Home Management house . . . An inevitable dater and a dean ' s lister . . . . hair cutter, make-up expert, and clothing advisor . . . Amazes all with smart clothes which she designs and makes . . . Punctually one of the early- to-bed and risers . . . One of tmdaunted poise and re- serve. -1 ; (■ Coinntuntli . : ,i jewelry, and copperware iikJ iniii.uial i;ijl iuh as i i tcj, liiDiii-iiiadt JANE BOYD, Marion, Va. The petite cowboy who end- lessly rattles of original poems of the ole West . . . Forsook cowboy boots for Tommy ' s diamond . . . Spends spare moments cranking up her green Buick convertible to scoot down- town for more trousseau lovelies . . . The campus paper ' s right hand woman . . . An avid, but confessed ignorant classical music lover . . . Always full of vitality despite Miss Byrd ' s English courses and practice teaching. MARIANNE BOYD. Char- lotte. Latin books, French books, long hours of hard studying with wonderful re- sults . . . Long chats with her favorite professor, Dr. Lewis ... A lover of antiques backed by a dream of an old fashioned home furn- ished with them, a wearer of Faberge, velvet and pearls . . . Dark hair with deep-set waves, infectuous laugh, and always a cheerful, Hi! N. NCY CAMERON, Lake VVaccamaw. A true South- ern Belle from the shores of Lake Waccamaw . . . Ap- preciates the finer aspects of life — music, men, steaks, Hershey bars, and clothes . . . An ingenue with greying hair and doe eyes who needs a private phone and date book . . . Attends Bowman Gray parties, P. C. week- ends, music hours, and gracefully makes her bow to North Carolina Society . . . A mischievous streak denied by an angelic face with voice to match. BETTYJE. N CASH. Win- ston-Salcin. A day siudciu with lingers in numerous pies . . . French major seen preluding and postluding for chapel or singing in the Chapel Quartet ... A mem- ber of the back room under Old Chapel set and fre- quent visitor in the dorms . . . .She rolls church organist and practice teaching into one well-organized bundle . . . . .Scorpion with an a owed no spare time, but always linds time for a friendly chat. ANN C:. .MI ' I ' ,I.1.I.. Mni- freesboro. . tniU anibigu- ouv personality: alternately sleek sophisticate and cra y mixed-up sihoul niil. ac- complished singer ol ari.iv as well as imitator ol Johniu Ray and Sarah Vaughn . . . Wearer of oversized ear- rings, highly stylized clothes, big brown evc ' ;, a wide bright smile, and ,ui iiulul- gent heart lo hi this Mil charming nali f ol Mur- freesboro . . . I.IIicienl .is president of I.K.S.. spell- biiidei ' as a blues singer, and a knoek-oiil lo Ikas. ANN C;(JLi: ' , Winston- Salem. A constant compan- ion of the early hours re- quired of practice teachers and of punctually being late . . . Drives from her town residence to class each day in her blue and white Chevrolet convertible ... A former student at Queens . . . Blue glasses, engaging smile and a silkv blond head buried in laT ' iish books. e n I o r r i  ► TEMPLE DAMEL, New Bern. The tomboy with a perpetual frog in her throat . . . Keeps the campus in stitches with her dry wit and imitations of Al Jolson . . . Home Ec. Clula President who is learning the mysteries of housekeeping for her Joe . . . Whether distributing Winston cigarettes, drinking countless cokes. plaving ping-pong, or dri -ing her beloved Buick to practice teach, she is invariably the class clown who ' s expression of amazement is, ' Gad. Christine! e II i o r .SLZ. XNE DELAXEV, Winston-Salem. . s distin- guished as .Salzedo to the musical world is this student harpist to Salem ... In constant demand for wed- dings, chapel, and also by the Winston-Salem Sym- phony . . . This auburn head is often found bent o er bridge hands in the Day Student lounge . . . Need- lessly tries to diet ofteli . . . An ex-.Saint Mary .s girl taking coffee breaks with chats at Tom ' s. DA L DAWSON, C.bevy Clhase. Md. The carrot- lopped elfin a red and white flannel nightshirt . . . Broods over philosophy books till wee hours of morning . . . An enthusiast for doing the hula on piano tops . . . Never a night without a phone call or date . . . Tales of past loves abruptly ended with a diamond from Bob ... A husky oice with a Yankee brogue and a famous rendi- tion of ■ Poop-poop-de-doo. S, n;i ;i ; i ' a oamr of chrss in l ie I ' liglir Hiiu e lirinn in ROSl, DlCKINSO.X, Ka- Icisjh. A rusher and a hurricr Iroiii the first minute she hit Salem ' s campus alter two years at Peace until the last minute of si ' adualion . . . Always ready to take otr with anyone, anytime . . . Full oF energy, alway ' s talking (usually about Jona- than) ... A practice teacher with summer matrimony plans . . , Often seen sketch- ing some part of .Salem ' s campus or working on post- ers lor any occasion . . . Seen riding in a green Oldsmo- bile. or behind a catcher ' s mask. 1 I. F.XSUL. Fayelle- ville. One of the lew bi- linguists in scliool . . . C onfounds operators with phone calls, not in English, but in Greek . . . Up, up, u|). to the third floor South . . . Brush, rags, paint and behold, a masterpiece! Gav and happy moods to blue moods that don ' t last long . . . C asual clothes, cardi- gans, skirts, and loafers to slingback heels. cocktail dresses and pearls . . . Let- ters and gifts prove it was something else that made Milwaukee famous to Viv last summer. Ti: R R !• 1. . . . - (i. N, ( ireenville. . pro- ider of blind dates lor the whole Senior class, extra clothes for that week end trip, and detailed notes for a test in any course . . . . n English major, is shocked by Dylan Thoinas, led to heated discussion of marriage by Ghaucer, and convinced by Dante ' s Divine Comedy . . . Rocks the dorm with her weighllifting hiprolls and exists on zwieback and to- mato soup . . . endless talcs of trips to New York, a hunting lodge, and Oecoma. mv and examine eighleenth cenlurv ' onirn rnit in Ih SUSAN GLASER. Beth- seda, Md. An ardent advo- cate of Worshington, Yankee-Doodle, Yale, and Bob . . . Abhorer of cock- roaches and poor bridge players . . . Effervescent, refreshing, accident-prone, and a favorite with Salem faculty as much as with her children at Central . . . C ' hief page turner for facultv recitals at Memorial Hall . . . Tells mischievous anec- dotes that belie her naive looks . . . Auburn hair, lim- pid blue eyes, an infectuous laugh . . . Sometimes vague, but ahvavs lo ' able. SARESS GREGG, Ben- nettesville, S. C. Beauty, like a magnolia blossom overlooking a plantation balcony and just as accli- mated to the setting as the flower . . . Despite practice teaching, organic chemistry, and the many woes that befall Home-Ec. majors, patience remains her ' irtue and HiuTy a foreign word ... A K.A pin, trips to P. C. and Dick foretell future plans . . . South Caro- linian drawl, tales of the twins, and plans for Can- terbury Club . . . always a demure look. PEGGY HORTON, Hic- kory. The possessor of big brown eyes, long lashes, and a shrill voice always calling Bee-be . . . Mai ' s SPE pin, and more clothes than Jacques Path . . . Pilots herself to physiology labs, hockey practice. Civic Music concerts and N. C. State in her Thunderbird . . . supports Winston cigar- ettes, consumes popcorn and cokes, and is teased about Mai and her future twelve redheads. jAXi: LAXGSTON. C ;olds- boro. A booster of Goldsljoro and the iiixention of Alex- ander G. Bell . . . Holds title of only one to e cr re- ceive forty letters on the same day from the same person . . . Perennial man- ager of the olle ball team ... In her starehed white collars. she looks like Seventeen but to Jimmy she s truly a ' ■Mademoi- selle . . . One of constant friendliness, a gurglint; laugh, blossoming red spots when excited and an excel- lent disposition. S. R. K A 1 iim X nil f, Fuhiski, .i, . Soutlic-rii belle of llie oLI Sdulli, div- linguishcd .is the youngrsl member of I he class . . . .Al- ways oil to the Science building, I.iiblirigs meeting, or L ' . .1. . . . ( lainis she ' s fickle, spoiled, .md (|uile a worrier, but we know tlif- lereiilly . . . Loses midnight snacks. tclcsisioii, hales cockroaches and Fridav labs . . . . seasoned tra eler, all llic way from Pulaski (pop, -S. 110(1) to capital cities of Europe. PC:)LLV LARKIXS, 1 Vcn- lon. A combination — of all the cosmopolitan worldliness ol a Fiuropean tourist, and the i racticality of a Jones Oninly - bred Benjamin IVanklin . . . Ready to dis- cuss the merits of Mr. .Shew- make, . dlai Stevenson, and ten good reasons why You should vote Democratic . . . I.oNcr of music — whether listening .soulfully to opera, or teaching Picking Up Paw-Paws to Brownies. e n 1 o e II I o r ELLA AXX LEE. Smith- field. Whether in a frat lounge playing blues or Me- morial Hall performing one of three recitals, our mu- sician is tops — at the piano as well as everywhere else . . . Fond of late snacks, coffee anytime, subtle wit, good-looking clothes and mischief ... A former class President, C osmo has man- aged without apparent ef- fort to maintain an enviable A axerage . . . Tales of summer hotel work and a trip abroad have kept us wide-eved or in stitches. NL RV ELIZABETH Mc- CILURE. Graham. .A petite blue-eyed red-head with the coldest hands and warmest heart . . . Exhibits great loy- alty to Grah ' m . . . Ener- getic in Business Managing the Sights .and Lnsights. working on playgrounds for sociology courses, or listen- ing sympathetically to little sister ' s problems . ... former Mother of Strong who loves pink. Ohanel, cigar- ettes and Europe. EMILY McC:LURE. Varn- ville. S. C. Chief protector, defender and enthusiast of the Salemile. ad ocater of brides books, and adorer of Tommy . . . Deep dis- cussions with a ' a-rn -ville accent ... A newspaper woman personified by horn rimmed spectacles and trench coat . . . Avid col- lector of records . . . Always seen with a load of books under one arm and Salemite material under the other . . . Adopted the catacombs as her second home. HawaBajRSMfJi ' w i tfWtwjByg! Tliey xiuse for a dial hesidr l ie Fire Umisr, a Jamiliar Mglil in Saliiii Square . . . KMMA M. ( :()TTER. New Bern. Will live, breathe and die lor Easiern N. C. — New Bern, that is . . . Wears a Kappa Siu; pin iVom V and I- and makes tracks for there on week ends . . . Has had history term papers and the same roommate for four years . . . Past President of I.R.Cl. and aspiring history teacher . . . Veep of F.T.A. . . . Head date-getter for W and L and a demon with a glass of water. DENYSi: . I( l.. fl )R. , Wintcrville. Ihe songbird wilh three inch eyelashes which frame blue, blue eyes . . . Illustrious .Senior class President from a one-horse (or rather, one stoplight) town. An incessant talker of summers in Georgia, plans for graduate work, but mostly of her HI nieces and nephews . . . Plays ' Mama to the whole class . . . .Strong advocate of Jes ' aciin ' na- tural who becomes a country girl clad in mink. MARc;. Ri:r . i. k ri.x. VVinstoii-.Salem. With rings on her fingers and her lingers on .Spanish books . . . ni ides her lime between cooking and cleaning and studying and classes . . . equally adept at basketball, Spanish translations, bal- ancing the food budget, and the price of eggs at Krogcrs . . . Wearing a beige coat, a shoulder bag, the inevitable mark of a day student, a short curly coiffure, and a friendly smile. 0 1 and see an upstairs bedroom in the Alumnae House. M KX LOU MAUNE ' , C;harlotte. An amiable Southerner with an elon- gated drawl and a perfected imitation of a real gone cat from way down east . . . Never known to rush or to move faster than Molasses ... A constant wearer of immaculate blouses, traveler to Char- lotte, writer of letters to Dick, president and chief planner of the Y func- tions . . . With a weakness for shoes, tailored clothes . . . Excellent chef and housekeeper as only a Home-Ec major can be. JODV MEILICKE, Beth- lehem, Pa. A Pennsylvanian who is always ready to re- mind us that this is North Carolina . . , One of Mr. CaiTipbeH ' s disciples . . . Always seen in the Science Building in the afternoons. Society ' s kitchen at night, and Bowman Gray on week ends . . . Our white-clad researcher, digging up in- formation about amoebae, Labling speakers, and med students. NANCY MILHAM, Ham- let. A French and History tnajor from Hamlet — You mean youVe heard of it? ... A practice teacher who resolves to let her pupils do all the work ... A January graduate . . . Loves cheese and bright-colored dresses, hates math and term papers (but always finishes these two months before anyone else) . . . avid television fan . . . Makes many week-end trips to Hamlet and points eastward. BhhS ' Hl.l 1 ' MORRISCXX, Asiicv illt ' . A lixture on the athletic ticid or the Kappa Sig House at Chapel Hill . . . The A. A. girl — Ardent Artist. Ardent Admirer (of ■■Rock ) and, naturally, the Athletic Association ' s most loyal supporter , . . Paints canvas in lab and the town in a Buick con ertible . . . (Jracious — whether behind a cracked leather soltball glove or presiding at a banr|uet . . . Listens to a lawyer ' s tale e ery week end . . . Hopes it will help her when she ' s ■ ' legallv his. - JI ' .AX MILLER. WiiiMun- .Salciu. ' eep of .Siee (iec who iih chirping ' oice sa s. I lia -e the following annoiuu cniiiils. al least once a week ... I )iic( lor of choir which slunsrd cii- thusiasiii by giving her a sin ' prise birthday parly . . . .Specializes in singing (pre- ferably in red) on music hour, for weddings, in choral ensemble, and for the love of it . . .Jim . . . LR..S. ... a former marshal. L RL . MVLR.S, Ra- leigh. Early to bed and early to rise . . . . constant wearer of short haircuts . . . I )e otee of Raleigh who wants to work in Atlanta . . . Dotes on very rare steaks and frequent trips to Davidson and Ohapel Hill . . . .Seen rushing around to get ads for the Salemile . . . A .Sociology-economics ma- jor, who spends summers at Wake Forest summer school and touring the continent. 11 i o V m_ e n 1 o r LIBBY NORRIS, Gastonia. From Music Hall and Miss C:ash to the fundamental theorem of calculus and six hours of chemistry lab . . . Small in frame, big in heart, eyes that disappear when that broad smile appears . . . Behind her smile — a fury and determination that makes a fastidious mathe- matician and a Dean ' s lister . . . With an ever present attraction to Bowman Gray Doctors-to-be . . . Brown wavy hair, dimples ... an invariable optimist. JULIA PARKER, Ahoskie. The voice of the Teeny Weeny Gcni in May Dell . . . Pinky and stage lighter in Old Chapel . . . Former Marshal in Music Hall . . . Carries fifth grade books and a flannel board along with plans for her Pier- rettes ' Club . . . Bhuk glasses and a pony lail, slacks and a piquant look And C!ome on, Phvlli.ss. PAT O ' DAV, Winston-Sa- lem. A transfer from George- town Junior College who collects, balances and guards the treasury of the Day Students ... A history major who tackles term papers. Dr. Africa, and sem inar with the same effervescent energy she uses for tennis, golf and l ridge . . . An avowed culinary artist who delights in unusual dishes. •) ' iiibi llie icniuglil iriin galr in fiiml nf llii ' liiln lUiusr SARA MARir. PATE. Row land. A Ijloiul homl)- shcll in an Apache costume lueiamorphosised into a do- mesticated cook and seam- stress . . . One who claims ihcic is such a place as Row hind and alternated her isits there with Duke . . . Studies to become an ex- pert housewife but feels be- ini; a doctor ' s wife will come naturally ... A generous contributor of her artistic abilities, a thri er on sum- mer school . . . And a hard worker in a small package. BFTH P.M ' L, Washington. Cihina doll ((jmplexion toppetl with dark natural curls . . . Laughing eyes and constant sinile that belies the fury with which she tackles both her history and piano majors ... A member of the Phi Alpha Theta fra- ternity and also of the set that establishes the Alpha and Omega of Music Hall hours . . . Talks incessantly and in ariably e.xclaims, that ' s scrump! . . . Dotes on steaks, Arpege, odd color combinations, summer school and dream trips to Bermuda and Hawaii. N ' AN ' CIV Pl ' i I:RS() , W ' inston-.Salem. . Who ' s Willi . . . Presiding o cr town students who dail congregate in Day student center . . . Remaining late on Mondays for council meetings and faculty re- citals . . . Generously trans- porting borders to Civic concerts ... A femmc fatale in the chorus line of P ' ollies and dcniurc plan- ner of Mothers ' lea . . . . piano major inarked by de- devotion to long practice hours, idolizing little stu- dents, and to Mr. Heide- mann. i ■ - III -J fi- ll 1 . ««( JVC an original log cabin. NANCY PROCTOR, Greenville. Blonde version of Martha Rayc behind a stove and sink . . . Her range of comedy is exceeded only by the range of her voice, shown best in its upper regions by the song she made famous, You Made Me What I Am Today, . . . Dotes on Greenville, spaghetti with Parmesian cheese, Green- ville, classical records, Greenville, chocolate eclairs, E.C.C. men, and — oh, yes, Greenville. AGNES RENNIE, Rich- mond, Va. A pace setter . . . Walking with camera in hand to snap pictures for Sights and Insights, A Scorpion and Who ' ' s Who who wistfully recounts sum- mer in Oslo and dreams of Wisconsin for the future . . . A disciple of Dr. Lewis and enthusiast of French Lit. . . . Dimples and angel hair singing in the Presbyterian choir . . . Vigor and vitality on the hockey field . . . Possessor of a Norwegian ski sweater, a Virginia ac- cent, and an A average . . . Scholar and Schoolgirl. MARY McNEELY ROG- ERS, Mooresville. A culture enthusiast with the zeal of a flaming white charger ... A diligent worker, be her job teaching magnets to third graders or writing seventy- five hundred word term papers for Dr. Spencer . . . A born leader with opinions and a willfulness to express them . . . F.T.A., Salemite, .Sights and Insights, Y ... A constant companion of typewriters, wee hours, and Donald ... A Scorpion suspended somewhere be- tween cold reality and the ideal. XA. C:V DUFFY RUS- SELL, Beaufort. And ex- bcllc of Saint Mary ' s with a humorous outlook on lil ' c and a burning lo e lor the bird shoals of Morehead . . . A youns lady with a horn in the brass class . . . An observer of public school music classes and symphony rehearsals . . . An in ariable sjoer to Thursday afternoon music hours, faculty and civic concerts ... A pro- fessed fan of basketball, tall- sfirl clothes, flicks, shrimp boats, cornets and dough- nuts on Sundavs. M K 111. ION l l) - .Sri:R. Diuh.mi. -Sleep, sk-ep, s heic-lorr ,n I ihoti sleep. ' I he i ivl who lakes a ten ininule nap e ' er ' lifleen niinules . . . v ihe busy . ssoeiale luliloi of the Siiliiiiih . . . ( niaulleui ' ol a black and while Dodge . . . Wears the wings and en- gagement ring of her (lyboy . . . Walks, between naps, to the |josl office for letters from Puerto Rico . . . . dreamer with hooks, June wedding plans and a second grade. MAR ' . LK:E RVALS, Benson. The possessor of the Complete Wardrobe, that Edith Head know-how, and a date every night of the week . . . C an be found dancing with Henry at Wrightsville Beach or in Roaring Gap, Bent-son, or Sea Clonch, Rhode Island . . . Worries about Theory 102 and being an old maid . . . Has an affinity for cash- mere sweaters, records, and charge accounts . . . Femi- ninity in a Brooks Brothers shirt. e n 1 o ■• e ■I i o r BETTY SAUNDERS, Con- over. A home-loving girl who nightly locks the doors of Bitting and daily reminds us to keep the living room neat . . . Dreams of keeping house for Lee, instead of Miss Petrea, become a re- ality this summer ... A diamond-bedecked left hand on the wheel of her blue and white Buick that often conveys her to Conover . . . Exclusive Coiflfeur who styles hair in the basement over cokes and tales of practice teaching. c:arolvn spaugh, Charlotte. A slim Sunday sophisticate with arched eye- brows and model potentials, a weekday college kid play- ing the Hoover Rhapsody on the Home Management house vacuum . . . Enthusi- astic over water skiing, aesthetic over Tristram and Isolde, and fiendish over pots and pans . ... Dotes on vogueish clothes, Char- lotte, two older brothers, And the angels lit the candles. PHYLLISS SHERRILL, Lenoir. Statuesque, brunette with green eyes and Grecian poise . . . Can be a Parisian dancer or entertain a second grade . . . Trips to Lenoir or U.N.C. Mr. Sandman ' s partner and Julia ' s room- mate ... As the S.P.E. pledge dance queen or with glandular fever — last to breakfast, lunch and supper as she calls, Wait for me, or I ' m coming . . . She ' s slow and agile, but she ' s our smiling friend — Christmas. A Wlnli liiuiini; llir OIil S,i ,ni Mmriiiii. ,V«;i i (  ■ iji liu A. . F TESCIH, Winsion- .Salcni. A spcndlhrill ol ' hours iiiakina; the Honor SocictN. receiving a Latin major, and practice teach- ing . . . One of the Tesch ' s httle women, who leaves Salem with an enviable rec- ord . . . Singer in the Chapel Quartet and C horal En- semble . . . Exhibits a friendly smile behind the desk in the library, while boarding occasional nights on campus, and always to passer-bys ... A working scholar and the possessor of talented fingers for sewing. MARTHA IH (J R N- BURG, Hickory. Edits the annual, gives piano recitals, and reigns as May Queen with unmatched talent and genuine charm . . . Most constant watcher of the wce- hour.s . . . Member of .Scor- pions and Who ' s M ' ho . . . -And devotee of Norway . . . With a id interests in drama, Berea, Lost Col- ony, and John . . . Possessor of quick repartee, delights in the light fantastic . . . An inexhaustible runner u|3 to Music Hall, down to the Catacombs, after Woodrow Wilson, and to Chapel Hill. DOROlin- TV.NDALL. Ml. . iry. Caicjlina week- ends, chorus lines, and blue glasses for a blue-eyed blond . . . Tales of a summer at Carolina . . . A music major with an . .B. degree who is called from the distant shores of Music Hall, science lafj, and term papers . . . Bui lias time for her men . . . A European traveler who siill ap|)r(-ci- atcs Mother ' s brownies, Mt. Airy, and week ends at .Annapolis. ANN WILLIAMS, Hender- son. Possessor of quiet, tran- quil good-naturedness and abilities put to use as busi- ness manager of Salemite and as cook at the Home Man- agement house ... Is seen cruising in her light green Pontiac to B.S.U. meetings and to a hospitable aunt ' s on Sundays . . . Talks of summers camping in the mountains and working in Henderson . . . Takes piano lessons for the fun of it and is an incessant manicurist . . . Wearer of much blue and a serene countenance. PAT MALONE WILSON, Raleigh. The envy of the Senior Class with her De- cember wedding, and, of course — her Joe . . . Seen as hostess at Practice House teas first semester, and a real-life housewife second . . . With all the steadfast ptirpose of a girl who knew what she wanted — a Sigma Nu pin, a ring, and then another — and got it, in that order . . . She ' s remembered as the first successful gradu- ate. MARY BROWN, Winston- Salem. While most of her classmates were vacationing, she was busy getting ads for the Handbook . . . Seen keeping up the morale of the Day Student Center with her wit . . . Or in a more serious mood in Stee Gee meetings . . . Talks often of Ed and law . . . The efficient Treasurer of Stu- dent Government . . . With a casual walk and a con- tinual smile. Al C nislmas. Sfninrs attend the Piitz and see the Xativity Seene. .: -— S5; .. - ' N . J. Bi . X ' - r ■ v • i ' J , - fix- iiMiiiMM N of iii4 risisN of rti . iiirif . . . Iliniuldun . . . .Ymv . . . kt)l)cita Cilcnn Ashhurn Mouni Airy Mrs. |iiliii S. I hdipc I.IHN- jcmictli ' Bishop Bclha cn Mrs. Carl R(ii)l)iiis Bonnie Sue Bowman Elkin working Elizabeth Anne (Bebe) Brown . .Jacksonville, Ha Mrs. Stewart ha Thomas (iray Brouii Winston-Salem rni -tratisler, U.N.C. , transfer, Universitx of .Mrs. Thomas Walion . iabaina Panama Mrs. Surse Pierpoini transfer, Uni -ersity o( Alabama . Mrs. Jesse Henley Elizabeth (Betty) Brunson Albemarle. Mary Helen Burns Kershaw. S. ( Elizabeth Ann Buller Mori anton. . Donald Claldwell Alice James Clarter Selma, Ala.. . . Cllaire C:hesnut Cblumbus, Ga Fielding Combs Winston-Salem working- Josephine CuUifer Murfreesboro transfer, U.N.C. Harriett Ann Davis Charlotfcsville, Va Mrs. Bill Adams Joy Dixon C:harlotte Mrs. Spencer Frantz Mary C:eile Flowers Winston-Salcm Mrs. Sam O.gburn Lynda George Clolumbia, S. C Mrs. P. T. Snow Elizabeth (Betsy) Giles C:hapel Hill Mrs. Robert Kirksey Barbara Cireen Danville, Va transfer, Stratford Joy Harrison Plymouth Mrs. W. C:. Rodman Margaret Hartshorn Houston, Texas Mrs. Bryant Young Peggy Hawkins Goldsboro Mrs. Richard Griswold Emily Howell Goldsboro transfer, Cniilford Diane Huntly C:hapcl Hill Mrs. Alfred Hamer AKerta Hutton Hickory Mrs. Gary Segmon Betty Sue Justice Fitzgerald, Ga transfer, Duke June Kipe Plainfield, N. J Mrs. Donald Parker Sally Kni.ght Charlottesville, Va transfer. Finch Thelma Lancaster Rocky Mount tran.sfer, Wake Forest Ruth Lott Asheville transfer, U.N.C. Susan McLamb Goldsboro transfer, U.N.C. .Ann Marlow Goldsboro transfer, LJniversity of . iabama Lane Owre Raleigh Mrs. Roland Beam Bonnie Quackenbush Winston-Salem Mrs. Gerald Clhasse Margaret Raiford Erwin working Patsy Robcrson Robersonville Mrs. James Langston Peggy Roberts .Anniston, .Ma transfer, Universit - of .Alabama Eleanor Smith Columbia, S. C Mrs. Robert Stogncr Joann Smith Winston-Salem tran.sfer, Duke Shirley Taylor Winston-Salcm Mrs. Clyde Gobble . nn Lynn Thompson Winston-Salem Mrs. Paul Hennie. Jr. Eleanor Walton Glen Alpine Mrs. Bill Ncal Sandra Whitlock Ipswich, England Mrs. Theodore Driscoll Nancy Ziglar Madison Mrs. Joe Hicks 43 Juniors 3 T was smoky and noisy in Morris Service. I sat in a cramped corner booth and watched Saturday afternoon shoppers hurrying by the window. An October nip in the air had driven most of them inside. but I didn ' t care if people and packages made a wail against my table becau.se I had a seat. The juke box droned a muffled Six- teen Tons accompaniment to the ache that ran from my wind-blown head to the new corn on my little toe. Brui.ses from the last hockey game and sore muscles from the volleyball tournament added to my misery. I was consoled only by the thought that we had won the hockey tournament and become the volleyball champions, too. But my muscles still ached and I got the attention of the waitress and ordered. I need to hurry, I convinced myself. I still have crepe paper, pins, jack-o-lan- terns, and one more door prize to get. The Junior Halloween Carnival had been a wonderful idea until this afternoon. In three hours of pleading for prizes I had found that it takes work to turn orig- inal ideas into money. If we could make money as easily as we were inspired, the Junior-Senior banquet would be a push- over. 44 I remembered the rabid enthusiasm in our class meetings and Strong basement transformed into a booksliop lor tlie Inivk exchange project. And now Old Chapel was being transformed into a cai ' ni al site. I he people without afternoon classes are probably setting up booths now. I thought. And they ' re more than likely still rounding up cakes for the cake walk. . t the thought of cake my stomach growled. When was that hamburger com- ing? I would like to have cake and ice cream, too. for dessert, but I ' d better count calories and pennies until after the little sister dinner ne.xt week, I reasoned. They were so cute and excited when I invited diriii (Mil. I hope ||ic diin ' l sus|)f( t how lilllc I led like a Big .Sister. Willi nineleen hours, newspaper. Pier- retli ' s. educ.uion bullclin boards, and the licasurer ' s book in ihc red. some of the ulamoiir has worn ihin. Il ' s a nood ihing we re-decoraled Soulh ' s lixiui idoni with new t;ray walls .md rut and pul up ihe litlle l.nnp oulside .Strong before our last bil ol creali ily drained into money-mak- ing ideas. I was in one of those reminiscent moods thai had been bothering me since 1 be- came an upperclas.sman. I continued lo muse o ( ' r my hamburger. In spite of hard work, a sort of romantic haze left Irom summer ad -entures hung ovcv the class. It is like the haze of llie blue smoke in here. We still can ' t realize that w - art- juniors. Perhaps at hat-burning, when we take the senior robes of responsibility, we ' ll really feel like uppcrclassmcn. But, goodness, when will I find time to make a hat of fri olit ! My hamburger was gone when the waitress brought my coffee. I hoped it would give me enough energy to finish shopping and get back lo the bus stop. They were waiting to wrap the door prizes. ' Junior Cliiis OJfiors. lift la rig il: President, Judy Graham I ice-President, Ann Hale Secretary, Carol Cooke 1 rrasnrer, Suejette Diividsun 45 First row, left to right: Madeline Allen, Troy; Mary Avera, Rocky Mount; Thrace Baker. Greenville, S. C; Bar- bara Bell, Currie. Second row: Barbara Blackwcll. Winston- Salem; Nancy Blum, Winston- Salem; Bren Bunch, States- ille; Betty Byrum, Sunbury. Tlurd row: Carol Campbell, Baltimore, Md.; Kate Cobb, Smithfield, Va.; Carol Cooke, Durham; Mrs. Cecelia Corbett, Win- ston-.Salem. Fourtli row: .Ann Crenshaw, Belmont; Peggy Daniel, Charlotte; Sue- jette Davidson. Lynchburg, Va.; Elinor Dodson. Gala.x, Va. Fifth row: Barbara Durham. Lynchburg, Va.; Mary Margaret Dzevol- touskas. La Exposicion, Pan- ama: Juanita Efird. Monroe; Dottv Ervin, Morganton. Juniors Juriion m South take a 10:011 hreak. i mssmssm mm .SlutJy tinit ' in Sliinii ' . First rou lift Id iis,hl: Pat Flynt, Rural Hall; Betty Lou Fulp, Winston-.Salcm; Toni Gill, Elizabeth City; Brcnda Gocrdel, Kin sport, Tenn. Second row: Suzanne Gordon, Lynchburi;, Va. : Judy CJraham, Bartow, Fla.; Pat CJroene. Ahoskic; Ann Hale, W ' inston-Salcm. Third row: Harriet Harris. Wiiirhestcr, Tenn.; .Ann Holt, Burlington; Mars;aret Hogan. Kinston; Ann Knight, C:harlotte. Fourth row: Jane Little, Wadesboro; Becky Doll McGord. C:harlotte; .Anne Miles, .Sunimer -ille, ,S. Q ' ..: Nell Nevvbv, Thomasville. • ' ; row: Susan Oddic, VVinston-.Salem: Katherine Oglesby. Kinston; Louise Pharr, Charlotte; Mrs. Mary Cecil Price, Winston- Salem. Fiiil row, left to right: Joan Reich, Statesville: Kath- erine Scales. Augusta, Ga. ; Jane Shiflet, Marion; Celia Smith. Kingsport, Tcnn. ■Secuiid row: Joan Smitherman. Ell in; Sarah Smothers, Reidsville; Sudie .Spain Jenkins, Green- illc; Marcia Stanley, Char- lotte. Third row: Joyce Taylor, Gastonia; Rose Tiller, Draper; Mary Thomp- son, Yanceyvillc; Sarah Vance, Kernersville. Fourth row: Mary Walton, Glen .« lpine; Pattie Ward, Wilmington; Nancy Warren, Gastonia; Ann Darden Webb, Morehead City. Fifth row: Kay Williams, Charlotte; Jane Wrike, Graham. .Not Pictured: Sarah Eason, Tarboro; David Hardison, Winston-Salem; Pat- sy Hopkins, Winston-.Salem; Duksung Hyun, Seoul, Korea; Linda March, Winston-.Salem. Juniors Opjxisiif: Jiwior williuvr.s get ready Jor Haihurmng. 49 Sophomores 3 SLID into the booth and straightened my crinolines. Sure seems lunny to be dressed up here in Tom ' s, I tiiought. One toasted cheese sandwicii, a bag of Fritos, and a large coke, please. I watched Danny lazily slap two pieces of bread on the grill. Then I turned and through the big plate-glass window I could see the last hustle and bustle of school. Some members of our class came scurrying out of the post office, chattering over plans of jobs, house parties, Myrtle Beach, and even weddings. Nothing had been novel this year; for we were no longer freshmen, I reasoned. But we were wise fools, accused even in editorials of sophomoritus. And were our egos ever deflated by that particular Salemite! We pro ' ed our class status, though, when rat court came. I can see Linda, adorned with a ghastly white wig, sen- tencing the trembling frosh. It was difficult at times to keep a deadpan ex- pression — especially since we remembered exactly how we felt last year! Ugh. I can still smell the dissected dog down in Sisters ' rat skellar. Danny was still laboring over the sandwich. I was still thinking. We slave over the books, though. And how we struggled through Spenser, Milton, and the rest of English lit. Our majors and faraway careers made good food for con- versation. We would be everything and anything from wives and teachers to diplomats, lawyers, and airline hostesses ... or e ' en architects. Lots of times Dr. Lewis has sat right here, advising us while we downed a second cup of Tom ' s coffee. He seemed to be the only one sho understood our minor, short-li ' ed rebellions, mostly talk, . against rules. But, oh, how we pleaded for unlimited o ' ernights. 50 Vc found that it wasn ' t rnoiinh to wade through tests, lal)s, term papers, and exams. At hist eaiiie the ine itahle sopho- more coiiips. .M ' ter they were o ci- - trudged baek to the dorm, still hemoaninL; our negligenee about newspaper leading. The Saltmitc was a ditlereiit luatter, though. We read it reHgiously. e cr Friday night. .And many of us wrote furiously to make liie ' i-chiesda - dead- line. There was work for the ' . thi- . .. Coimeil (ehiss spirit dragged during tourn- aments), and Stee Gee. .And the whole class. l -d l) - C nt. madly rushed to make the banquet a bang-up beginning for Christmas ' aca- tion. Presents were wrapped by mass production methods, lyrics were written in the dead of night, and Santa Claus was engaged for the evening. I think we enjoyed it more than anyone — except the faculty ' s children. Our parties were many and most often on Saturday nights. The College Inn, spaghetti and pizza pie, the little, smoke- filled back room with a juke box. Gingham Tavern and its red-checked tablecloths and candlelight. We missed nothin . The C l irisimas Snow R.ill and die . Ia !)a Dance; loolb.ill week-ends and Ir.ilei iii( parlies. . iid llien allerwards there came llie gabble ol excited xoices lellint; ol ' eoii(|uests made ami ■■shafts ' received. C ' est la ie. After meals we played bridge, fan-tan, and multiple sol. We constantly laughed and joketl and had iiiiense discussions on e ci subject known to man. Most of the lime there was ridiculous, uncontrolled laughter and ■■music in ihe air. whether ' ocal, 43 RPM, or upright piano. Always there was the other side, though. And our study rooms were never without curling, gray smoke. I looked at the clock and remembered that it was almost time for my folks to come. Let me see. Did I remember to put that tennis raccjuet in? Danny ambled over with my order. I ate in a hurry, still watching the people who had made a final trip into the post oliiee. Up at tlie front 1 unsnapped my red leather wallet, carefully counted out forty- two cents and stood at the cash register. I read the little cartoons scotch-taped on its brown back for the fiftieth, and per- haps last, time. Sophomore Class Officers, left to rigid: President, Mary Jane Calloway Vice-President, Lynn B alock Secretary, Mamie Craig Treasurer, Jane Bradford 51 ■. -■-;rf,! Firs row. left lo righl: Lillian Allen, VVcldon; Judith Anderson, Winston - Salem; Lynn Blalock, Winston-Salem; Marv Archer Blount, Kinston. Second row: Martha Ann Bowles, Winston- Salem: Jane Bradford, Mar- ion; Jane Bridges, Pottstown, Pa.; Mary Elizabeth Britt, La Granae. I hud row: Dianne Byers, Kingsville, Texas; Linda Lou Chappell, C:harlotte: Susan Childs, Kingsport, Tenn.; C:hristine C:iark, Hendersonville. Fourth row: Mescal Coe, W ' inston-Salem; Mary Lewis Craig, Gastonia; Nancy Cridlebaugh, High Point; Sue Davis, Atlantic. Fiftli row: Josephine Debnam, Wilming- ton; Myra Eaves, Rutherford- ton; Malin Ehinger, Halmstad, Sweden; Barbara Evans, Beck- ley, W. Va. I oplioniores 7 runs form f I rhman Hall baomes a luxurious snphomorf dorm. In the haifimnl uf Sisters, Miss lirri ' s angi-ls fiiul refuge from leaky loueets. S4i| lii iiiori s h ' usi row, left to rialil: Nancy Evans, Nash -ille; Mary Hadley Fikc, Wilson; Annr Foi ' dhani, CJiTcnshoio: Sarah Fordham. Winston-SaliMii. Seiorid row: Barbara Fowler, Mount Airy; Mary Jane Gallowav, Rock Hill, S. C:.; Judy ■c;oldcn, Leaksville; Sue Gregor)-, Rocky Mount. Third row: Mary Anne Hagwood, Elkin; Louise Hamner, Winston-Sa- lem; Lynne Hamrick, Win- ston-Salem; Kay Hannan, Lumberton. Four I It row: Terry Harmon, Greenville, Tenn.; Elise Harris, Mount Airy; Marion Harris, Win- chester, Tenn. : Lucy Hender- son, China Grove. Fifth rote: Lillian Holland, (ireensboro Marjorie Holland, Lumberton Marvbelle Horton, .Slatesville Jeanne Humphrey, Lumber- ton. First row, left to rigkt: Peggy Ingram, High Point; Anis Ira, Jacksonville, Fla.; Jean Jacocks, Chevy Chase, Md.; Martha Jarvis, Cpral Gables, Fla. Second row: Closs Jennette, Elizabeth City; Duart Jennette, Washington; Martha Ann Kennedy, Cov- iiigton, Tenn.; Mary Cook Kolmer, Salem, Va. Third row: Martha Lackey, Statesville; (iail Landers, Columbia, ' I ' cnn.; Molly Lynn, Front Royal, Va.; Patsy McAuley, Rocky Mount. Fviirt i row: Barbara McMann, Danville, Va.; Amory Merritt, Atlantic Beach, Fla.; Claudia Milham, Hamlet; Nollner Morrissett, Lynchburg, Va. Fifth row Barbara Miriam Imogene Salem; Statesville. Pace, Wilmington; Quarles, Raleigh; Reed, Winston- Shirley Redlack, Sophomores Sii lirii iore pages tight candles at Sen- itir Vespers. U ' il i smiling faces, So iliomores grerl the Freshmen at Rat Court. 6:- SopliiiiiKiros - r First row. left to right: Connie Rhodes, Jacksonv ill -, Fla.; Charlton Rogers, Ben- nettsville, S, C: Mary Glad s Rogers, Ashevillc; Barbara Rowland, Birmins ham. Ala. Second row: Agnes Sams, Statesville; Nancy Sexton, Narrows, Va.; Betsy Smith, Mount Airy; Ernestine Spencer, Gastonia. Third row: Peggy Thompson, Lumberton; Jane Topping, Pantego; Jean- nette Verreault, Valdese; Nancv Walker, Kinston. Fourth row: Betty Webster, Madison; Vi - ian Williams, Battleboro; Mary Curtis Wrike, Graham. . o pictured: Mrs. Evelyn Hunt . nclcrson, Winston-Salem; Mary Dunn McCotter, New Bern; James Reich, Winston-Salem. Freshmen 3 WALKED into my room, turned on the radio, and flopped on my bed to rest after that Wednesday afternoon chem- istry lab. On the radio ril Never Stop Lo ing You was playing, but it wasn ' t as pretty as when Kackie sang it during my first week here at Salem. That first week was Orientation — tests, parties, meetings, learning new names, and, of course, with the help of my senior advisor, getting acquainted with that little aqua handbook. And what was that about signing out and in? Before I realized it, the time came to register for my classes. I sat in Davy, looking through a catalogue. Sue came in after a conference with Dr. Hi.xson: Oh no! I have to take math. I ' ll never pass it. I looked at my watch. It was time for the meeting with my faculty advisor. He patiently answered the questions no one else had time to hear; I felt better as I walked back to the dorm. In front of South two girls were greeting each other as if they had been separated for three years; the rest of the upper- classmen were arriving. Then I met my big sister. She sat with me at dinner on Sunday, and took me to a coffee afterward in the Friendship Rooms. The next week she took me to the Steak House for dinner. These were not my only meetings with my big sister — she must have grown weary consoling me when I was down in the dumps. There was a formal assembly officially opening first semester. I shivered in fright when I saw the faculty sitting on the stage. My fright turned to en y when I saw the Seniors march in, wearing their caps and gowns for the first time. Classes started, and I got my first college assignments. Why didn ' t some- one tell me how to take notes? JiiNt when I rc.K hcd the salur.ilion poiiu. R.il Week l)C!;an. I Ik ' nis;lit of Rat (louii 1 was panicked, and for days atlcrward. I si.irlcd to s.ilutc cvcvv time I saw a Sophonioic. I had lun. thoiiuli, and we were all proud of Barclay for bcinn hoscii Best Rat. Ihc end ul Rat Week seemed to take all excitement with it. i)ut then 1 I ' ound myself locking forw aid to Saturday nights. With a few notable exceptions, my blind dates were usually cute. Guess I was lucky. . nd then there were the Saturday nights with the other dateless girls, watch- ing 1 W... I put my calendar beside my bed and started counting the days until Thanks- giving. I found that this was unnecessary; .songs in the dining room kept me well informed. When the time came to lea e, I packed enough for three weeks, and went home for the first time since Sep- tember. I came back to school with C hristmas on my mind. I lo ' ed the C ' hristnias dance and the bancjuet. But I couldn ' t imdcr- stand why the Seniors cried .so much at the banquet — I had a wonderful time. And I ' ll ne er forget our party in the basement ol ( ' Jewell or how coniused I was when 1 lirst heard |)eople talkini; about peanuts. .Another x.icaliun was soon gone, ,nid to my surprise I reali efl th.il I had really niis.sed my new friends and e en ( ' lewell. I had to start studying again; I had foi ' gotten to taki ' my books home. E.xam time came. I hated my.self for taking so many notes. Oh, that biology and history! It still ama es me that I pas.sed any of my exams. Then I registered for second semester and immediately made New Year ' s reso- lutions — again. March was the longest month of the year. After that came May Day, and I was so proud of the Freshman attendants -Zoe and Susan. The dance that night even surpassed the one at Christmas — or maybe it was my date! The date room of Ciewell was packed, and I was grateful for the Junior break- fast. After my second cup of cofiec, I heard the 12:4.t bell, and we rushed back to Ciewell, joined the mob, and I signed in, and . . . Golly! It ' s six o ' clock, and I ' ve been daydreaming for nearly an hour. Hey — sa e me a seat at supper. Freshman Class Officers, iejl lo right: rresident, Mary (rnffin Woolen I ' ice-President, Jane Xnet Secretary, .Martha Duvall Treasurer, Marl ia Wilkinson 57 First row, left to right: Sara Adams, Greenville; Al- lenc Alston, Littleton; Sue Alvis, Washington, D. C; Katherine Anthony, Gastonia. Second row: Sally Badgett, Lynchburg, Va. ; Jane Bailey, Davidson; Barclay Ball, Portland, Oreg.; Ruth Bennett, Harts ille, S. C. Tliird row: Laura Bible, Dandridge, Tenn.; Mary Ann Boone, Greensboro; Margie Boren, Greensboro; Martha Bright, Greensboro. Finntli row: Ann Brinson, Coconut Grove, Fla.; Merrie Jane Browne, C;harlotte; Salie Browne, Pan- ama City, Fla.; Mary Cal- houn, Anderson, S. C. Mickey Clemmer, Hickory; Sue Cooper, Selma, Ala.; Betty Craig, Bassett, Va.; Mary Carolyn Crook, Rock Hill, S. C. Fresliiiieii I sing thai last light till in Davy. . . . and rj love to come ii i Ju Gingham Tavern. FroKliiiioii First row. left to rin ii; Carol t:rutchticld. Jackson- illc, Fla.; Mary Frances Clun- ningham. Winston-Salem; El- len Daniel, Mullins, S. C. : Joan Davis, Reids ille. Second row: CHaudia Derrick, C ' layton, Cia.; Gray Duncan, Burlington; Martha Duvall, C)hcraw, S. C; Suzanne Fant, Greenville, S. C. Third row: Dena Fasul, Fayetteville; Mar- garet Fletcher, Elkin; C arolyn Garrison, Hamlet; Janet Gar- rison, Charlotte. Fourth row: Martha Goddard, Oak Ridge, Tenn.; Mary Gratz, Rich- mond, Va.; June CJregson, Richmond, Va.; Anne Ciris- ette, Raleigh. Fijt i row: Barbara Hale, Oak Ridge, Tenn.; Derry Jo Hardagc, Jacksonville, Fla.; Shirley Hardy, Bethel; Mary Evelyn Harri.son, VVinston-Salcm. )w. left to right: Phyliss Hedrick, Lenoir; Sylvia Ann Hedrick, Winston-Salem; Shan Helms, Monroe; Patricia Houston, C;harlotte. naiKl row: Nancy Jo Hurst, Winston- Salem; Mary Lois James, Maxton; Clayton Jones, Char- lotte; Miriam Joyner, Enfield. Third row: Rebecca Keel, Bethel; Audrey Kennedy, Rocky Mount; Susan Kerr, Jamestown; Patsy Kidd, Thomasville. Foiiith row: Patty Kimbrough, Davidson; Susan Kuss, AUentown, Pa.; Katherine Lamar, Macon, Ga.; Barbara Lennon, Spar- tan bura, .S. C. Fift i row: Deanna Lewis, High Point Murrianne Linker, Clemmons Clarice Long, Seima, Ala. Martha McCabe, Jacksonville, Fla. Freshmen I ' mlt ' r Siifilitimore orders. Freshmen iwn i to Old Cha iel for Rat Court. Thill intMnfmhli- oiuf-ii-wiik luiili- lion — (I hi I III tlir linmiliy. Froiliiiioii First rou lejl to rishi: Favc McDufHc, Winston-Sa- lem: Jane Melntosh. Marion; Martha MeC lure, CJraham; Susan McIntNrc. Liimherton. Second row: Margaret McQueen, CHinton; Joan Milton. Winston-Salem; Sarah Monroe. Jacksonville. Fla.; Hila Moore. Jacksonxille. Fla. Third riav: Jerome Moore, Tarboro; Mar- tha Emily Myers. Winston- Salem; Marian Neamand. Swannanoa; Margaret Nev - some. Winston-Salcm. I ' ourth row: Jane Noel. Winston-Salem; Lucinda Oliver. Rocky Mount; Mary Frances Pa- trick, Belmont; Ann Pearce, Greensboro. Fiflh row: Joy Perkins, Stokes; Sarah Ann Price, Kannapolis; Iva Roberts, Leaksville; Ervvin Robbins, Rocky Mount. Fust row, left to right: Rachel Rose, South Miami, Fla.; Jane Rostan, Shelby; Betty Jon Satchwell, Wilson; Cordellia Scruggs, Fayette- ville. Second row: Patricia Shiflet, Marion; Mari- lyn Shull, Chevy Chase, Md.; Anne Siler, Gastonia; Eliza- beth Smith, Rocky Mount. Third row: Jean Smitherman, Elkin; Jean Stone, Sanford; Anne Sum- merell, Gastonia; Camille Suttle, Suttle, Ala. h ' ouilh row: Elizabeth Taylor, Wilmington; Mary Thaeler, Bethlehem, Pa.; Sarah Jane Thompson, Jacksonville, Fla.; Marcille Van Liere, Mebane. • { ( row: Eve Van Vleck, South Orange, N. J.; Noel Vossler, Fayette- ville; Meriwether Walker, Ox- ford; Lynn Warren, Kingsport, Tenn. Freshmen Excuse me, hut how mam girts did mil say make up a group? ' ' A smile for Jone Cartti ' s luhlnify pictures . . . and the nens ut ui (it home. FiM sliinon First iou left to rio it: Janet Waters, Goldsboro: Zoc Ruth Weber. Gastonia; Vir- ginia White. Rock Hill. S. C:.; Margaret Whitchurst, Rocky Mount. Stroud row: Martha Wilkins. Greensboro: Martha Wilkinson. Selma. .• la.; Gharlotte Williams, Kingsport, Tenn.; Helen Wil- liams, Win.ston-Salem. Third row: Nancy Willis, Rock Hill, S. C:.: Mary Griffin Wooten, Kin- ston; Mary Jo Wooten, Ghar- lotte; Ann Worley, Winston- Salem. Fourth row: Mary Jo Wynn, Bethel. Not pictured: Virginia Bramc, Wilkcsboro; Vivian Talbird, Bronxvillc, N. v.; Mary Kate Teague, Martinsville, Va. 63 3 SETTLED down to translating Latin and hoped Monday night hostess dutv was as uneventful as usual. Then, all of a sudden, a tall figure, clad in an indescribably weird costume rushed in and stood, hands on her hips, in the middle of the floor. Have you seen some older ladies around here? The little spring-like things on her head cjuixered. .She was ob- viously a foreign student. No. Mary Margaret. I surely haven ' t. But I ' ve been studying. Well, that ' s what I ' m going to be doing if they don ' t come in five minutes. It ' s five after seven now and they were supposed to come for us at seven. Who? I asked. .She told me about some club she and Malin were addressing but that she didn ' t know who was coming for them. She paced back and forth. And I ' m freez- ing. It never gets this cold in Panama. Malin came to die door, smiling patiently. Her sandy blond hair was topped with a white peasant cap; the light blue dress (like the ones in the .Scandinavian section of the seventh grade georgraphy books) matched her blue eyes. I said. Malin. how about helping me with my French while you ' re waiting. Before she could answer. Mary Margaret slammed down the phone. Malin. why don ' t we just go and undress and study. I have some crazy assignment for tomorrow — to write a canon at the fifth in double counter- point at the octave. Malin said reluctantly, Well ... I do have the rest of ] ' amly Fair to read before Wednes- day. She turned to me. laughing. I wish that were German you wanted me to trans- late. Then I ' d do that and you could read my English no el. Mary Margaret was leaning on the radiator, still shivering. A swish of air blew in the door as it opened and shut. .A well-dressed lady recognized Malin and came into the office. Malin introduced herself. Mary Margaret pulled herself away from the radiator and managed a genuine smile. I hope the car ' s near the front door. she said, good-naturedly. It ' s freezing outside! To[ : Mary Margaret Dzfvallauskas Bollnm: Malm Ehinger 64 vi ' S I wailed for llic stop liiiht lo liirn ! iiin I heard the bell rinn for that 8:30 class. Am I soiny (o be lale a aiii? Red changed to yreen and soon m ear was slidiiiy alons side tile t ' eneed-iii sc|uare. It was al- ready 8:33 and there I was looking frantically for a parkini; space. After a loss of three more minutes, a brisk walk down the street, a loss brisk climb up to the second floor of Main Hall, I arrived for class. ' ou ask if it ' s like this every morning? Well, almost ! After class I wandered into the Day .Stu- dent Center, where Nancy Peterson was putting up an announcement for another meeting. Linda was arranging flowers, while Ann tugged at the grand piano, trying to move it into a corner. Having a martyr com- plex, I ignored my severe case of writer ' s eramii from addressing invitations, and started pushing the piano — .Sunda - we were having a tea for our mothers. I started back to work, and laughed when I thought of my pre-Freshman days. The sleepless nights I spent worrying how, as a day student, I could be active in Salem ' s organizations, were completely wasted. My initiation came three months early — I found myself trudging all over town with Mary Brown, getting ads for the Stee Gee handbook. When school opened, with ihirc nionlhs of experience behind me, 1 lound that it was no trouble at all to become a member of the Salnnilt ' Business staff — not to mention thai 1 had (he lamily Chcv roh-f. When election liriir came, I found that l). V .STUDliiVIS com- peting for many offices on campus- they were ' ice-Presidents of each class, the vice-presi- dent and treasurer ol .Student (iovernmenl, and repres -ntatives to the ' and the I.R.S. Before I could say no, I was in charge of our chapel program. The Day Student Center becaine a theatre, and, every afternoon, we competed with the choral ensemble upstairs, and practiced to one, two, three, kick, until the phone interrupted every ten minutes. Then, putting skirts over gym shorts, we went home to cold suppers. One suspiciousK ' quiet afternoon, I wan- dered to the Center for a tjuick hand of bridge before my four o ' clock lab, and saw a maze of chairs, tables, and red and white checked tablecloths — Gingham Tavern. Our home could easily be voted the most met-in place on campus. I ' m never surprised at what I find meeting there. Oh well, I promised to run an errand for mother anyway. I picked up my books and walked to mv car. The Day Slmlinl Ornrini-iilinn. 65 ■ - i Jt-1( - ' .VfiJ 66 Cliapter Tlir4 e Service HE bus horn was I)l(j ini4 with finalitv outside Sisters. I searched for the call-down envelope hidden on the Stee Gee bulletin board under summer travel folders, N. S. A. news, notices of pending petitions, and rule changes. I wondered if that petition was one of tliosc turned in last spring. During that spring fever period I must have signed ten petitions! .Some passed; some didn ' t, thank goodness. I found the envelope and slipped in my fourth call-down. That midnight tele- plione call was worth it, but the fourth one always puts my nerves on edge. I made sure I still had the pigtailed doll my roommate and I had dressed and wrapped. I wanted to keep it for myself but really could not wait to sec my little colored orphan open it. Another blast on the horn, and I hurried outside. In the back of the bus girls were singing Deck the Halls. It ' s funny hcnv people on a chartered bus are drawn together so easily. I began to talk to the girl beside me. We agreed that everybody liked the Y for being unobtrusive and doing quiet good. Since she was a marshal, I asked her about what she did. She told me it was pretty exciting to lead in the seniors and faculty and to dress up in a w hite e ening dress for recitals and lectures. But the student body can make a lot of noise sometimes, she remarked. I felt guilty and wondered if she had heard me yelling acro.ss to my checker last Thursday. Two girls in front of us were discussing those long meetings of the Presidents ' Forum. The Forum had just appro ed the idea of having a College-Academy basketball game. I was asking about it when the bus pulled into the yard of the dri e of the Memorial Industrial School. Everybody grabbed for coats and gloves and presents, still singing and determined to assure even the loneliest orphan that Santa Claus is Coming to Town. 67 The Presidents ' Forum Luuise Barron, President nf Sliidenl Government Nellie Ann Barrow Jean Miller Vice-President of Student Vice-President of Student Mary Lou Matinev Government Government ' President I ' .W.C.A. Emily Baker Julia Parker Betty Morrison C iairman of Mar Day President uf Pieinlln President of A .A Ann Camphell President I.R.S. Emily McClme Editio of Sal, mile 68 Martitu ThinuhuriJ I ' j iloi of Sights ami In- ug ih J)i ' iiyu ' Ml I iiulitini Siiudi (law ' ii ii iiil Judy (irahaiii Junior Class I ' liMih-nt Mary Jane Gallmi ay Sii i iamorr Class President Mai y Cuffin Woolen Fleshinan Class I ' lrsldenl . am y I ' rtet vin Day Stmlrtil I ' leuileiil Sara h alia yn f u j President nj l.ahlmgs 1 einjde Daniel President id f oine Eeononiies Club Mary Me. eely Rogers PieMi eiil of F.7..I. hay Wiluarns ' resldelil of I.R.C. Arnory Merrill Secretary of ' residents ' Forum 69 tl One of a freshman ' s first inlrndmiinns to self-government — signing the Honor Book. HE red light blinked mercilessly through the drizzling rain. Oh, no, I thought, not something, else to slow us down. The rain was bad enough. The car slid to a halt on the wet pavement beside Morris Service. Johnny looked over and asked for the time. Three more minutes, I answered. As the traffic moved on slowly, the girl in the back seat leaned up front. Don ' t worry so much, she said. Her smile bore the know- ledge of a STEE GEE member as she con- tinued, If we ' re only five minutes late, that ' ll be a call-down. From five to ten minutes is something like a few days single restriction. Really though, the council will be fair. I thought of the council— Louise sur- rounded by a cross section of the student body including music majors, drama lovers, and sport enthusiasts. I smiled — they would be fair. They had been fair with the underclassman who had an illegal car on campus and they had been fair with our endless petitions — even the one for unlimited overnights. They knew what we wanted in other respects, too. I remembered the Stee Gee solicitation for the campus help and how pleased I had been to find a way to give both Hattie and Inez a Christmas present. Student Council members in t ie Stee Gee office 70 wm checking llic Slrr Ci-c hiilletm hnnrd And also how excited Td become planning niv m i to Europe through the N.S.A. stu- dent representative on campus. I was relieved to see through the wet windshield the columns of Belo House — not so far now. I wondered when I could see Louise to report niysell. It now seemed almost ironic that the honor system had been discussed in last Thursday ' s Stee Gee chapel. I had been one of the girls to say what I thought the term embraced. That idea was something I had remembered ever since that day my freshman year when I ' d walked across the stage to sign the honor book. Finallv. the Krispy Kreme sign was in view and the light in front of Tom ' s was green. As we turned in by the square. I heard the chimes begin. Almost before the car stopped, I had pushed through the mob and written 12:00 on the sign-out sheet. I breathed easily for the first time, but, of all things, Miss Roberts locked the door! I didn ' t even get a chance to tell Johnny good-nite! My high heels clomped defeatedly up the steps ' I was determined that next time we ' d leave College Inn at 11:0(1 and not a minute later. and collecting money for the Clinslmm bonus. 71 I i P Mary Lou and Dujfy agra that tht oiltlmmge parly will be a success with these gifts. Ti.r i.n.t..-!. Cornell STOOD on the back porch of Main Hall and watched the freshmen, clad in white and carrxing candles, march around the fountain. They could not see me spying on their formal initiation into the .W .Q... . and speculating on their lour xears as members. Perhaps the girl whose candle just went out vill eventually explain in chapel about World Lniversity .Service even though she knows that cluster on the front row is anxious to start bidding on Dr. Gramley ' s bridge party. A couple of them will not know anything the V does except provide 8:10 a.m. services in Little Chapel. That one. the tall brunette, will perhaps know the speaker for Religious Emphasis Week and persuade her friends to go with her to the panel discussion. Then they will drag her, unknowing, to the partv advertised ■study break and find blushing foreign students opening gifts. . 11 of them will go out to Memorial In- dustrial .School and sing C:hristmas C:arols on the way. Perhaps the tall brunette will lead the children in Silent Night. Perhaps she won ' t. Tonight, though, they all start out even — as members of the Y. Rev. Saivrer 73 I Marshals {left to righl): Suzanne Gordon . artcy Blum Ton! Gill Rose Tiller Joan Reich Jo Smitherman 74 LOUSE PIIAKR Ciiii ' i ' Marshal 75 76 Chapter four Tlie Arl!« tJ HE senior on the stage Hushed when a marshal handed her a second bouquet o er the foothghts in Memorial Hall. In the semi-darkness of the balcony I looked down at the letter I had scribbled to a Salem prospect back home. She wanted to know (in this fifth installment) about .Salem ' s culture. I had begun: Let me di idc the cul- ture-promoters into four groups. As you know, mother did not agree to the New ' ork trip we planned, so the Pierrettes brought a Broadway hit here. We always wear Bermudas, incidentally. What price this home-grown glory? For the Pierrettes — hours of practice, a few low grades, and enough fun to requite them. For us — fifty cents and a short walk across the campus. I almost never hear the Choral En- .semble. but my roommate ' s black note- book is filled with music ranging from folk songs to classical masterpieces. In the middle of a class day, my roommate and the forty other members are often seen rushing off on a chartered bus to almost anywhere. We anticipate the day when they ' just happen ' to show up in chapel with their music. We got live samples of Bennett CVrf ' s wit this year. The Lecture Clommittee tries to decide (they say) which distin- guished people are best for the money. This year they chose a humorist, an an- thropologist, and a senator. The lecturers are given a coflee in .Strong and a sizable check in return. By the way, I ' m enclosing a copy of the Salcmitr. sincere statement with a typographical error, the paper represents any student ' s point of iew in black and white. So read the letter to the editor I wrote in the enclo.sed issue. I really think the girls who spend the greater part of each week in the catacombs have earned their right to a ' B..A. with a by-line ' . The lights came on. .Mmost sheepishly I folded the letter into my program and hurried out to get a good seat and some hot coffee at Tom ' s. 77 i REAC:HED for my third Krispy Kremc. Julia had forgotten the spoons so my unsugared coffee went untouched. I licked the stickiness from my fingers as I sat cross- legged on the green rug in the Day Students Center and watched the crowd sipping coffee. I saw Carol peeking through false eyelashes at the bouquet of white chrysanthemums from South. Miss Ricgner put down her coffee to show some townspeople the brass bookends the Pierrettes had given her. Judy applied more cold creain to her grease-painted eyes; Julia poured more coffee and apologized again about the spoons. On the floor beside me were other Bermuda- clad Salemites — .some sprawled on the floor, others propped in chairs. I a.sked how many hours it took for PIER- RETTE membership. Eighteen, someone said. I lay back on the rug and closed my eyes. 1 thought back about those Friday staff meetings. A poster should be put up in Tom ' s, and the guns could be borrowed from Western Electric if we had a car. Red and orange sounds good for the cabana, but the paint runs together; and the fortune-teller ' s tent needs a curtain. Something must be done about making the thunder clap more realistic. Julia uivnees the make-up experts nrjirinng iir the performance of ' ' Skin oj Our Teeth. The center spot needs to be re-angled, and more fuses need to be bought because we blew that entire circuit the other night. I listened to this and heard Barbara ' s curt reminder to get an itemized receipt for all the money we spent. I walked with Linda back to the dorm that day. She muinbled something about having to call Jiin Sims to remind him about rehearsal. I had planned to read ll ' a den for American lit; instead. I read The Skin of Our Teeth by From a scene of -The Heiressr Patsy McAuley, portraying t ,e lead, confides in l,er cousin. Ter,r Ha 78 Mammoth arid Dinusaiir cum,- icilh tcltgrajtli hny de- livering message to Mrs. Antrobus. from seene of ' ' Skin of Our Teeth. the footlishls. I didn ' t have to piompt too often; so I listened as Miss Riet ner told Mary to talk to Saint Cecelia ' s picture in the back of Old Chapel and Riley to mo e downstage-right in the beach scene. Out front, I saw someone sitting on the step memorizing French vocabulary. I thought of Wa deri but was comforted by Sabina ' s line; It ' ll all be the same in a hundred years. Thai night was the first of many nightly trips to Old C hapel. Sometimes we had to rehearse on Sundays. And then there was the dress- rehearsal for which I had to rush back from Thanksgiving. And finally, tonight. I finished my doughnut and waited for Mr. Wright to unlock the dorm. Eighteen hours, I thought. It ' s been many more than that. Funn -. but somehow I felt empty. It was all over — Sabina, portrayed hy Carol Campbell, gets a costume fating. 79 VLht alemite Published e -er - Frida of the College year by the Student Body of Salem College Subscription Price — S3. 50 a year 0FFIC:ES— Lower floor Main Hall Downtown Office— 304-306 South Main Street Printed by the Sun Printing Company Editor-in-Chief Emily McClure Associate Editor Mary Benton Rovster Assistant Editor Bebe Boyd Managing Editor Jo Smitherman News Editor ' . . Ann Knight Feature Editor Jud Graham Assistant Feature Editor. . .Martha Ann Kennedy C:op Editor Miriam Quarles Heads Editor Toni Gill Make-Up Editor Suejette Davidson Pictorial Editor Peggy Horton Music Editors Ella Ann Lee, Beth Paul Circulation Manager Ann Darden Webb Faculty Adyisor Miss Jess Bvrd Business Manager Ann Williams Adyertising Manager Marian Myers Emily McClure. Edikr of the Salemite ®, LUTCHING a scrawled new story, I stumbled across the bricks under the Main Hall porch and looked in the window of the SALEMITE office. The Wednesday night crew was huddled around the table. Cigarette smoke curled from the over- flowing ashtrays and stifled me as I opened the door. Nobody looked up. Inside, sith tlie door shut. I could hear Salemtlr Editorial Staff shimiTt 80 Salemile Business Stajf the sihcr pipes over the editor ' s desk kiux k and rattle, competing with the pattering typewriter. I said to nobody in particuhir. I hope this is ail right. .Somebody answered, It ' ll be fine. Thanks lor doing it so late. Too bad we can ' t regulate lecture dates so they Ht the Salen.ili deadline. .Somebody howled with laughter at the satire on college week-ends. Keep it to our- .self till Friday, an editor pleaded. I loitered around the table where groans occasionally broke the inumbling silence. The thirtecn-letter name of a very important person balked at the prospect of fitting into the twelve spaces allowed by thirty point san serif. An associate editor wa.s sitting in the corner creating news briefs. Over in another corner the editor stared at the bright red shelves filled with uneven stacks of newspapers. .Suddenly she dashed to the nearest acant typewriter, sat pensively for a moment and began what I assumed was her editorial. .Somebody interrupted her. Lm, when -ou get to the printing office tomorrow you ma have to change this head from convention ' to meeting . Another girl broke in. And if you have to cut my article, please don ' t cut the last paragraph. The editor continued her typing and was still going when the heads were finished and tile wire baskets filled with Salemites ' deepest thoughts and wittiest fillers-in. As I left, one of the editors reminded me to deli er the papers to the faculty bo.xes early Friday afternoon. The next day I saw the Sun girls rush out of chapel and cut across the little green park beside Mcinorial Hall. One of them waved to me with the news story I had written the night before. Ann tlliains. Hinnifw . Ifitius,n nf lliv Sainrutr 81 BARGED up the steps of Old Chapel and stopped short at the sight of an unfamiliar man and a recording machine. The CHORAL ENSEMBLE stood waiting for Mr. Peterson to give the downbeat. Hi! he said to me. I listened to a reper- toire ranging from the ultra-modern Post Scripts to Rachmaninofifs Floods of Spring. I marveled at the power of Mr. Pete to blend a new crop of noises into a sound special to Salem. He said, Okay, girls, that ' s all. I envied the tape for the sounds it had captured. .1 . Pelrrsim cunduclirig the Choral Ensemble. . amy Cameron, President uf the Choral Ensemble. 82 V ,4 WKM |gO 0i -1 P JtPi Mi m YlA ILmi Mf . JiH 3 M-TTLEO down on a long hard biMn li in Main Hall waiting for a conference. Footsteps interrupted my attempt to memorize a list of Kings and I looked up to see who was coming. I recognized several of the faculty and two girls from my class. I nodded as they passed by and filed into the room across the hall. When I saw Miss Byrd beckon to several . cadem ' girls, I reasoned that thev inust be the LECTURE .SERIE.S COMMITTEE. The door closed behind them, but the voices rai.sed in di.scussion drifted through the transom. If everyone ' s in agreement, then Bennett Cerf is definitely one choice for next ear, ' said a low voice. That must be Miss Byrd. But who is talking now? .She must be from uptown. The lectures must each repre- sent a different field, so that they will be enjoyed by an audience comprised of varied interests. And we must get more girls interested in whom we choose. Then they ' ll want to come to the lectures, said a voice that belonged to one of my classmates. .• fter debating the pros and cons of several nationally known figures, the meeting was adjourned. I stopped my classmate on her way out and asked her whom they had decided on beside Bennett Cerf. Margaret Mead and .Senator Fulbright, she replied. (Jee, that sounds great. N(n . I know- Margaret Mead is a writer, and I ' ve seen Bennett Cerf on TV. but. . . I t: l.t ' ihnr Stiiti Cninmitlee . iitiir liilk ' . U ' illi iriiiiiil Ceif iil ii ciiffn- in Ihr l- ' iirtir - Iti ' Rooms. 83 84 Chapter five Hiiiiorarii N ABINA, in The Skin of our Tcdh, said. There ' s a secret society at the top of the world. During intermission I sat smoking on the Old Chapel steps; I thought about .Sabina ' s mythical .society — a collection of presidents and prize- winners. I pulled my white blazer close and thought about the .Salemites who could get into that society. The girls in Who ' s Who, Honor Society, Order of the Scor- pion, not to mention feature girls, mem- bers of the May Court, Oslo scholarship winners, and the girls who have earned monograms. I put out my cigarette and went back up tht- steps thinking that, no matter what .Sabina might say, these girls are still Salemites. The girl who makes Class Honors is the same one who shows me how to analyze that chord for theory and how to conjugate the Spanish verb tcncr. . ' nd she would show you how to decrea.se the heel of John ' s argyle, sip a coke with you at Tom ' s, and then finesse a little slam on your three-card suit. The girl who is a Scorpion, or a Feature Girl, can well be the one to whom I re- port myself for forgetting to sign out, or to whom my frantic cheers arc directed in the basketball tournament, ' et she is the girl who listens to your letters from Bob, or advises you about taking those last cuts for the trip liome. or shares the compliment Miss Byrd scrawls on vour English theme. She may be the May C:ourt member who smiles across the dell or whose slim figure is po.sed in Jane Carter ' s publicity picture. But siie is the same girl who has a drawer filled with cashmeres I can always borrow and the one who finds me a darling Davidson date for the Sigma Chi Sweetheart Ball. When the play ended, I left Old ( :hapel still thinking about Sabina ' s .secret so- ciety. Back in the dorm I found an of- ficial-looking en elope. It was from Dr. Hixson. It gi -es me great pleasure to announce that vou ha e fx-en chosen. . . 85 Honor Society Madeline Allen Louise Barron Barbara Berr y Geraldine Baynes Eggleston Ivy M. Hixson Edwin A. Sawyer Lucile Vest Scott Margaret Vardell Betty Byrum Pat Greene Sudie Spain Jenkins Ella Ann Lee Kathcrine Oglesby Agnes Rennie Mary McNeely Rogers Mary Benton Rovster Celia Smith Jo Smitherman Anne Tesch Martha Thornburg Ann Dardcn Webb 86 Oriler iif ili4 J CHirpioii Madeline Allen Emily Baker Louise Barron Ann C ' .anipbell Betty Jean Cash Judy Cirahani Mary Lou Mauney Denyse MeLawhorn Ann Miles Julia Parker Agnes Rennie Mary McNcely Rogers Joan Sniithernian Martha Thornburg 87 Plii Alpha Theta Philip Africa Lucy E. Austin Evabelle Covington Amy R. Heidbreder Ivy M. Hixson Donald M. McCorkk Louise Barron Nancy Milham Beth Paul Mary McNeely Rogers Mary Benton Royster Joan Smitherman 88 mwmm,v.v„ mBm Oslo sflmlars Agru ' S Retmie, Jo Smilhnmarh iind Martha Tliorn- Imig t iscuss ll ' i ' ii uirimms in orway. % SAT backstage in Memorial Hall and thumbed ncnously through scribbled sheets and letters with Norwegian stamps. I don ' t know why she doesn ' t come on, I thought. It ' s quarter of twelve now! Then my partner came and I was com- forted to see the panicked look on her face. She blurted. It ' s just terrible. We can ' t [jossibly tell them all about a summer in -Norway in thirty minutes! Wish we could take about ii e girls at a time and really tell them what happened. Or I wish we had brought Bob along. He could talk for hours about his Norwegian ancestry and his first impression of his father ' s homeland. .Sure. But Ciolonel .Strong didn ' t specify Norse-blooded girls when he ofTered the OSLO SCHOLARSHIP. And no place on earth could have been newer than Norway to us. Or more beautiful. I felt the familiar reminiscent mood coming on. Do you re- member the morning we saw the first fjord? Yes. And the captain ' s dinner the night before. I ' m glad we sailed on a Norwegian ship; it was like orientation to the summer. I remembered how a few people had sneered at a summer in school instead of roaming around. You know, in all seriousness, I don ' t think I would have had any feeling for Norway if I hadn ' t studied a little of the history and read some of the sagas and looked at the art. I agree. To learn about the sudden threats to their survival is to understand the solidity of the people. .She winced at her own wordiness. I grinned, remembering how Norwegian students had tactfully touched .some of the .sore spots in the American way of life. And they had torn apart convincingly any op- position we offered. It was funny for them to be complaining about 90-degree weather as a heat wa ' e. Goodness, they spent the whole summer in the water! We ' ll probably never be another place where we can wait till we get to the tram to decide whether we want to swim in a moun- tain lake or in the ocean. And then be either place within fifteen minutes! Well, we ' re back at Salem now. And in five minutes everybody in school will be sit- ting out there to hear us tell what we did. We ' d better arrange something. . . . The organist began the prelude. We had put our notes in chronological order and were read- ing through the final time when the vice-presi- dent beckoned for us to come sit on the stage. The buzz of checkers sounded even louder from the front. I caught the eye of a friend on the announcement row. .She grinned and crossed her fingers obviously. 89 Martha McClure, freshman Feature Girl 3 SAW her sitting quietly in the Stee-Gee office, observing;, listening, and ' oting. At the orphanage party I saw her with a group of children and envied any child lucky enough to have her teach them. I saw long black hair and cashmere sweaters. When I walked into her room, I saw her smile. Above the sound of Nat King Cole records she talked of Kinston and teaching. I saw her organize a Freshman project and send girls to City Hospital once a week. I saw ciuietness, friendliness, dignity. . . . a S I passed the swimming pool, I heard her yelling Hey ! out the window to me. Later I heard her use just such an enthusiastic voice in urging her classmates to come to hockey practice. I saw her on the hockey field and marveled at the way she ran full-speed up the field, then down, and still breathed easily. She is notorious for having traveled all over Europe with Bill and Miss Byrd. I saw her making shorter journeys to the post office four times a day. Because she slept late I saw her drinking a 15c coke. Then I heard a dissertation on the merits of a small town and a description of Graham. I saw sleepy eyes and an impish grin. I saw vivacity, fun, sports. . . . Marr (ill fin W ' nnlen, frnhman Feature ( ,irl 90 SAW her l)ackstago in Old Chapt ' l inanai ing a play. Frantically slic rushed ari)und adjustinu; st ' ts, pushing actors on stauc, and i i ins cues, I saw her in TonTs drinking a cuke. I saw hci ' in C ' hapel Hill as often as I saw her in the l ' ing room ol Sisters playing bridge. In Music Hall I saw her playing Bee- tho en. Then I saw her on the hockey field dri ing lor a goal. I saw a smile that spread all over her face. Under ccjid cream and a wig I recog- nized her at Rat Clourt. In a New York night-(lub I saw her in a Chinese cocktail dress. I saw glauKnir with her hair in a bun. I saw a smile, personality, compe- tence. . . . l.niilii ( ' ui ' tH. nl iunif tf ' FinhiTt ' (iirl EFORE the C hristmas Banquet I saw her appointing committees, and heard jumbled talk about presents for the children, what kind of entertainment, and who should sit near the front. At the Christmas Banquet I heard her make a speech and talk to guests. I envied her ease and poise. I saw her handle a class meeting with the same ease. With suitcases packed, I saw her head- ing for Rock Hill, Duke, or Davidson. In Honor Assembly I heard her name called for Dean ' s List and Class Honors. As I passed her going to a .sociology class, I heard a strange giggle. There ' s not another one quite like it. I seldom saw her without knitting needles, except on a tennis court. I saw neatness with blond hair and blue eyes. . . . Maiy Jam ' (iatloica) (iphawoir I ' fnhni: ( ill 91 Jo Smitherman, junior Feature Girl J SAW her 111 the catacombs every night, writing copy for the Salemite and Sights and Insights. I heard the patter of the typewriter as she wrote comp papers, short stories, and poems. Later I heard her typing on the record-book for call-downs. On the basketball court I cheered when she, with no effort, scored two points with a long set shot. Equally at ease, she discussed religion and politics with me until the early hours of the morning. I saw Bermuda shorts, hair that dries in ten minutes, and questioning eyes. On Sunday night I saw her in front of the TV set faithfully watching Ed Sul- livan. I saw a world traveler, a classic, a mystic . . . with copy in her hand. HE opened a class meeting with all, we ' ve got to start on this project. Ten minutes later the Halloween Carni al, the Junior-Senior Banquet, or the Christ- mas breakfast was planned and orga- nized. That night I watched her eyes sparkle as she wrote a feature article for the Salemite. At 5:00 on Monday afternoon I saw her in the Stee-Gee office logically dis- cussing a penalty or the honor system. I watched her on the stage of Old C;hapcl and knew she loved footlights, grease-paint, and applause. With elbows getting in the way of four hands and feet, she played hockey, basketball, and volleyball. I saw a dramatist, an enthusiast, a romanticist. . . . Judy Graliiun. juiiKir Fealuie (in 92 . iihf Ann liiininr. iniiir • ' luliin- (,ii C)M1,C). 1 , iiiiilioiicd to iiic to lie (|uift. as thr tall liloiul on the st.inc annoiinccfl the tirst liyiiiii lof cliapcl. 1 noticed her poise .is slic introduced tlie speaker. I lieard her ir ' _;iniaii accent; I had ne er heard her raise her xoice. I respected her opinion in the Stt-c- Gee meetings, and wiien presiding oxer the Presidents ' Forum. I had oted lor iier lien she was ele( ted president of our class. I watched her play hockey and Softball. She was alw ' a s birsw -et 1 never heard her complain. She was the first to he asked, and the last to sa - no, , . . jVamy Proclor, senior Fraliirr (,iil HE night ol the St-nior Fcjllies she stopped the show with her inimitable facial expressions and ocal chords. I cheered with the others as she jumped out for an encore. I saw her cruising Main in a new green Che rolet. I heard a husky oice and a hric soprano. I saw her do a one-night stand in the kitchen of the Home Management House while she burned the toast. I saw blond hair and a lope instead of a walk. Beside her hi-h set. 1 saw a record en- thusiast. Before a big dance, I saw girls in her rtjom — consulting the make-up expert. I saw expression, comedy, efi ' cr es- cence. . . . 93 The Moiiograiii Madeline Allen Polly Larkins Nellie Ann Barrow Anne Miles Brenda Goerdcl Betty Morrison Jane Langston Agnes Rennie Katherine Oglesby 94 Who ill Aiiiorif ' aii t i llt gei$ stud Louise Barron Nellie Ann Barrow Nancy Peterson Agnes Rennie Martha Thorn burg 95 I 96 Clinpter i Voeali4 iis 3 SAT, cjuitc berucldk ' d and bc- inuddled, in the anteroom outside Dr. Hixson ' s office. The time had come to choose my major. I iiad been pressured and enHghtened by guidance counselors, vocational testers, teachers, linguists, gov- ernment workers, newspaper women, housewives, mothers, dietitians, decora- tors, fashion designers, doctors, laboratory technicians, and parents. How tar away they all seem now, I thought. But wait: thinking about teachers reminds me of a club on campus that all the practice teachers and would-be prac- tice teachers seem to patronize. I went to an F.T.A. meeting once. One girl was exclaiming over a little b(n who had finally caught on; another moaned over her unco-operativc class. Teachers and principals and guidance counselors. They don ' t .seem so far away. But those things I heard about in the I.R.C. meeting arc still distant. Maybe because they involve positions abroad and foreign study. I think I ' m probably not that much of a rover. Besides, I can ' t picture myself being an ambassador, doing secret service work, or winning a Fulbright. Now housewifery is more my field. They say nobody can help a person learn to keep house, but I know the Home Eco- nomics C:iub members vs ' ould question that natural-genius theory. And so do I. But sometimes I think all thtjse re- cjuired science courses stretch it a little. Or at least I thought .so until 1 joined the Lablings and learned that science majors arc human enough to get crushes on their Bowman Gray speakers. I saw Dr. Hix.son come by the door and unlock her office. Following her in I spoke first. ' T ' ve been thinking out there. Helping me decide on my major is not going to be such a hard job for you after all. You ' ve got a lot of help stadoned aroinid the campus. 97 . . . and we did it all by ourselves! ' ' Arabella is weigbed and fed. OMEBODY said, Let the Home Economics girls do it! Well, here I am waiting for the first parent to come to our -tea. Seems we just got through with Gingham Tavern, with the combo, a few laughs (some at our mistakes), refreshments, red-checked tablecloths, corn stalks, and autumn leaves. It was a good dance. Everybody told us they wanted the combo back again before next year. This HOME ECONOMICS CLUB isn ' t just social, though. On the first Tuesday night of every month, tests or no tests. Temple Daniel calls the meeting to order and we thrash out a little unfinished business about the newest project. And we have innumerable speakers to teach us about everything from flower arranging to jewelry making. When we finally move into the Home Management House, wc cook huge meals and invite our friends and favorite faculty members to be the guinea pigs on which we test our culinary abilities. The rest of the time we go around dressed in our supposedly spotless white uniforms and slave over a hot stove. Or we are surrounded by dress forms, patterns, and have our mouths full of pins. Or we are standing in a chemistry lab still wondering why. Or we are trying to maintain a budget. But we are ready when somebody inevitably suggests, Let the Home Economics girls doit! T ie Hume Economics Club 98 ' I III- Fiiliiii ' I cmhtis 11 Amnui. s KJ munched my Clastleburgcr as tin- car hummed its way back to Winston- Salem. I noticed that my lapel was still adorned with the white card which designated mc as a delegate to the State Future Teachers of America convention in Greensboro. Between bites, a girl with a similar card was talking about the chapter reports at the convention. I thought about Mary Mac and her poise as she had given ours. Mar - Mac told about the selection of Miss Student Teacher and, finally, about the monthly meeting with the guest speaker. I especially remembered Kitty Burress talk on the use of effectix-e choric speaking. I rolled down the window to throw away the wrapper from my sandwich and asked if practice teaching was as hard as I ' d heard. The girls chattered about making out lesson plans at 5:00 a.m., the feeling when Miss White or Dr. Welch walks into the classroom, and the little boy who just can ' t learn how many sixths make a whole. Someone else said that it hadn ' t all been bad. She told about the time Frankie had linalK- learned the Roman numeral for four and about the little piece of paper saying in a scrawled .script I love you. teacher. I thought of my philosophy of education that was due tomorrow. Now I knew what I wanted to say. I looked down again and was glad that the white card was still there. Susie gels ready fur Hiillnween ni Central School. . . . anil in inir s iaie lime ice read eiliu alum magazines. 99 . . ihilHinal Relalwtis Club hiir l,i l: -ailh speakers Duksiing and Linda. I C:AME out of the International Relations Club meeting determined to tour the world at least twice. Last month, when Jo and Martha told us about Oslo, I was ready to buy a pair of skiis and get to Norway in time for the snow. Then tonight Mary Margaret and Malin came to our meeting. Malin almost persuaded me to explore Sweden, but Mary Margaret thinks Panama is best. Now I can ' t decide whether I should go North or South first. I decided to table the decision and find out from the newspapers what the French were doing about the United Nations — and if East and West Germany had any chance of reunifying. I wonder if Ike will run again. If he doesn ' t, will Nixon? Since I ' ll soon be voting, I ' d better find out something about the [democrats, too — Stevenson, or Kefauver? Dr. Spencer is the advisor, but Dr. Africa can ' t seem to resist all the discussion on history. In that current affairs discussion, I thought, I ' m going to find out from him something practical about the Bill of Rights. In any case, I am prepared to put the pres- sure on at home for a summer abroad before I graduate. And until then I am subscribing to all the papers, arguing politics widi any- .body who has an opinion, reading all the books on travel and history, insisting that everybody call me Cosmo. 100 3 (;Hi:c:KKn tlu- hullnin l)oaril alKi- iiiru li and saw a laid aniu)unrin 4 a I .AHI.IXCiS mccliiiy for iliai niL;lii. Sara KaihiAii came up Ix ' liiiui iiu- and imitcd me to loiiic. I had been lliinkiiig afjout siucKint; nifdiial (ccIiiioIol;) some da)- and 1 had thouglu about joining the Lablings. Eut, ior some reason. 1 had iicxcr been to a mcctiii! . The program that nighl was on physical therapy. The speaker- was from Bovviiiaii Gray, and I decided right then that il ' I ever got sick I would go straight to Bowman Gray and let thoni take care of me. Not only was the speaker cute, but he really worked up some interest in physical therapy. Up until now- my only contact with science had been biology, chemistrx. formaldehyde, and an honest attempt to understand Mr. French ' s experiment and Mr. GanipbelTs jokes. I wasn ' t even sure I wanted to be a med tech. The refreshments made me wonder. We popped pop-corn in evaporating dishes over Bunsen burners, consumed our coffee from beakers, and flaxored the corn with NaCL. And it was good. It ' s amazing what can be done with science. . ' s the meeting came to a close, I volun- teered to help with the refreshments for ne.xt month ' s meeting — provided, of course, that we could serve them on filter paper. Betweni jniji quiz fi, Lahlirig find lime for experiments. 7 lie I.ohlings 101 102 Cliapter seven Atlilcti4 s 31 J WAS sitting at the tennis courts spotting my opponent for the tournament game scheduled next. She had won for the past three years, and the only thing I could think of was how did I ever get into this mess. It all started when I rushed down the cement steps to the gym and ran headlong into an umbrella-looking stick and a wittle white wock. For six weeks my elbows stuck out; then I learned how to make ' the umbrella hit the rock. I thought my co-ordination was im- proving until we took up dancing: then I found my feet waltzing to a polka. In the spring I sat shi ering on the Academy steps and waited for my turn to swat the ball so I could run around the bases. I never ran around the ba.ses; I did all my running after the ball that went o ' er my head into center field. The next two years I rushed through registration so I could sign up for the class that met ofi campus and only once a week. Mr. Edwards explained to me when I should use a driver and when I needed a putter and watched mournfully while 1 dug miniature graves on the green. In archery class I learned to climb hills and pull arrows out of the ground. And I got Softball fingers from hammer- ing up the come to volleyball practice signs. In the meantime I spent as many after- noons as I could at practices and tourna- ments spon.sored by the A. A. With the hockey imibrella I began to make goals for iriy opponents; I discovered that the di ' er who made the biggest splash was all wet. In the dorm I waited my turn to play the winner in ping-pong and rea.soned that ninety-nine out of a hundred smokers prefer pingpong to hockey. I looked back out to the tennis court. The champ was winning. Who cares? I said aloud, to nobody. Tennis is only ping-pong on a bigger scale. And I ' m a big girl now! 103 tl, , .:.un,p, Elise Harris _ EN freshmen were plopped on the Hoor waiting- for the ATHLETIC ASSOCI- ATION meeting. My levi-clad friend and I were the lirst arrivals. Levi looked like an athlete and I could tell she impressed the guests. She plopped down on the floor with them and volunteered information. First she told them what she thought A.T.W.W.T.A.A. meant. Outwardly ' it means intramural practices and tournaments. But she explained how chapped and chopped hockey hands, burned and turned basketball knees, and mitts and hits in softisall bring about a certain bond between rats and sopho- mores, dignified seniors and worldly juniors. She quipped about horses for the Tanglewood Rough Riders, bows and arrows for the Ardent Archers, Aqua Pura for the swim addicts, and tennis and badminton for the Racquetecrs. I broke in to add that the motto was also an attitude, a spirit that the A. A. tried to spread over the campus with the idea of in- creasing school and class spirit and balancing a heavy mental program with an active, physical one. Levi reminded them of the big A. A. banquet held every spring. Anybody who has taken part in any A. A. -sponsored program is invited, fed, addressed, and awarded the letter, star, or blazer she won. She named a few seniors who would be vying for the W ith the bases loaded, and two strikes down — one to so . 104 monosrrammcd blanket given caeh year to the senior with the most points. Then I explained that the real purpose of the A. A. was to encourage everybody to participate in some sort of recreation: music majors, English and history people, and even the girls in the white lab coats. I added that the A.. . held an important The A. A. Cftumil office in the state branch of the . ihlciic Federation of College Women. All this time, the other council members had been wandering in. We discovered that the meeting was waiting to begin. Y ' all, we ' ve got to discuss that hockey game with Guilford. But first, let ' s introduce these girls. . . . Lejl: The season Jor popcorn, flannels, and , Right: Miss Collett times a relav- volleyball. 105 NH is 106 aii8Hig 8 imn uyiium Chapter eight « 4 ' ial 3 LOOKED at my date across the candle-lit table of the Rathskellar and sipped my apple cider. I had just decided how to ask him up for May Day when a Salem girl walked by flashing the pin she had been given at the Cihristmas Dance. The Clhristmas Dance. What a loser of a week end that was for me ! One tele- phone call from Carolina late in the week and I was left taking up tickets and .serv- ing punch in the Club Dining Room. It wa.s a cold night but the weather man did not come up with a winter wonderland as ingenious as the one concocted by the I.R.S. decoration committee. I slipped upstairs once to watch the council form the figure. One of the stags from Bowman Gray asked me to dance and I completely forgot the punch table downstairs. Anyway, by that time couples were slipping out early to get in line for the midnight snack, change into street clothes, and get off campus before one o ' clock. I did not need the night I had saved to stay out in town. But 1 ha e one left for May Da) ' . Let me see. How can I casually beg him to come? I should begin by telling him about the May Day pageant and the twelve princesses who will dance over the dell e en before the c|ueen and her court march down the steps. 1 wonder what color their dresses will bv. I hope that it does not rain. He lo es steaks at the Steak House. We could get o er there early after the pageant and make it back to school in time for a hand of bridge before we get ready for the dance. He had a wild time with the mambo at Gingham Tavern last fall. He said the candles and checked table-cloths and smoke gave the Day Students ' Center a night of Rathskellarian atmosphere. But this is May Day coming up. . . . Hey . . . how about coming back to this world for a minute. You promised last C:hristmas to give me another chance on Salem campus. Aren ' t you having anything up there for May Day? 107 3 RAX to my room for a coat to throw over my pajamas so I could go swallow a cup of coffee at Tom ' s. In the hall I passed Sue. Let ' s go to Tom ' s, she said. Without thinking, I told her I was going and to come along. Then I realized that I would have to put on a skirt. She ' s on the I.R.S. Council. So much trouble. The I.R.S. told us at the first of the year that we represented Salem just as much when we were across the street as when we were at home or at another campus for a week end. But it ' s so much easier to throw on a coat than to dress completely just to go across the square ! Oh well, I guess I can stand it this once. I pushed my way through clothes, books, stuffed animals and roommate to my closet. A slip of paper reminded me that we had gotten a call-down that morning for our messy room. I resolved to clean it up when I got back. Gee, you ' d never guess that we had won the room decoration contest our Freshman year. After seeing this mess, the I.R.S. will wonder if we ' re the same people who got the prize. My roommate told me she had a secret she just had to tell somebody. She had just been elected Miss Charm ! We were both thrilled, but I wasn ' t a bit surprised. After all, she was the best-dressed, nicest, and friendliest girl on campus. I often wished T it ' I.R.S. Council that I could talk to faculty members and visitors as well as she. Evening dress! Panic! The Christmas Dance is only a week off and I forgot to bring my dress last week end ! Do you think Bob would mind stopping by home on his way up and picking it up? Red is what I need for Christ- mas; I just have to snow Bob this week end. Sue was yelling for me to come on. I grabbed the nearest skirt and ran out. Sinan Chihls. .Miss Charm of 1956. 108 ' ■■ ' ■ ■ IMS. Council memhers dec- inale for the Clirislmas (lancf. Salemitts alhnil the Smm Untl — m a transjormeil Corrin Refeclory. Invilalions to the gala birth- day dinner written hy I.R.S. memhers. 109 Biran Designs are becoming real props and scenerr in llie hands of this May Day CommUtee. 3 i was a humid May the sixth. I stumbled up the hill, clutching my date ' s arm, and spread our newspaper on the ground. Of course it won ' t rain, I assured him. Emily said so. He handed me one of the programs when we were settled. We ' re going to see the Twelve Dancing Princesses, he forecast. Well, I can see them better if you ' ll cut the top off that little bush in front of us. He did. And I saw a fairyland with Julia ' s swings hanging down from the traditional trees. I looked soberly at my date. Did you know that the MAY DAY COMMITTEE hired a helicopter to put up those swings? Sure. I could tell he didn ' t believe me. Music came out from somewhere and twelve princes.scs in baby blue with pink- ruffled underskirts waltzed across the dell. Then a chorus joined the music and I howled at the jester and sighed over the princes. SkrUiws are being discussed hejure coslumes are made hy this committee . . . white tlie group below confer upon program designs and publicity angles. 110 |gBu««a ; riiu i, ijMiuiuiiimai May Did Cliaiiman. Emily Baker, gifts Iter d j iioval lo l iii commillee on Iheir itUai for the sound and music. I nudged iii - date when the IvvcKc prin- cesses linally snagged the twelve princes. And then, when the booming voice of the king had died away, the strains of . . . I nudged my date again. I never can remember the name of that. Do you know? He grinned and shook his head without taking his eyes off the members of the Ma - Clourt. I hadn ' t noticed those latticed arches twined with roses and i y before. .And look, I screamed. The flowers arc in little bird cages. How gorgeous ! But my date was waiting an. iousl - for the appearance of the queen. When she came into sight I was as spellbound as he. . ppiause broke the spell and the entire cast trooped into the dell. And then it was over. I stood up gradually and brushed out my skirt. Let ' s run down and tell them hcjw good it Wtis. . . . Trying out th e swing for jirops, these May Day chore- ographers find it just the right size. Ill ROSE TILLER Leaksville AGNES SAMS Statesville ZOE RUTH WEBER Gastonia ai y y aitt t EMILY BAKER Rocky Mount SUSAN McINTYRE Lumberton NANCY CAMERON Lake Waccamaw JEANNE HUMPHREY Lumberton PATSY McAULEY Rocky Mount NANCY WALKER Kinston Ma. 1 outt LINDA ABUEG Quezon C:ity, Philippinrs LOUISE PHARR Charlotte NANCY BLUM Winston-Salcni SARESS GREGG Bennettsvillc, South Carolina y LaiJi aj: j;7H onot MWtrimim.iininni MAR] HA TKORNBURG Hickcry ' 1 men 3( 0 J LEFT Salem at that time of year when an end is called a beginning, a commencement. The frozen-still swim- ming pool was still frozen-looking. The dormitories were naked inside and some- body had printed hallelujah on the board in the mathematics classroom. I found a note from my little sister and a blanket reference letter from my fa ' orite teacher. The note talked about the end of things like spur-of-the-moment salads at the Steak House and A ' s on history term papers. I knew she was right. The letter said I was ready for some- thing new and big. I hoped he was right. A summer shower chased me into the catacombs, dark and lifeless and sterile. I wished I could stay hidden in the mustiness through alumnae Saturday. But I went to the luncheon and met the people I would be meeting here again ne.xt year and the ne.xt and. . . . When I saw a marshal I sensed I was in a new category. In the myriad of rehearsals I memorized the tone of Dr. Hixson ' s continual Tassles go from right to left. We would not forget. I met my parents out front and put them to bed in the Alumnae House. They asked me if I hated to see it all end. I showed them a box filled with appli- cations and replies and references; I told them about the beach party Bob and his brothers had planned for the next week- end. You need one more fling, they agreed . In the Home Clhurch on Sunday morn- ing we were admonished to do good and to remember Salem. In the afternoon we were reminded that tassles go from right to left. We would not forget. In early evening we pranced into the Gramleys ' yard for supper and took a dusk dri -e across town. The clock still struck twelve times at midnight. Monday was like no other Monday. It was hot. True. But strangely different. I walked down the aisle, up on the stage, and out of Memorial Hall. I left Salem with a beginning almost in sight- just aroimd the corner of a last studentia! Hina. 118 Martha ThornbLirj;, class of 9f(,, is 1ovl-1 and enchanting in a decoilele gown of aqua taffeta, the sweeping skirt draped and fiared. From our collection for gala occasions. MOMTALDO ' S WiNsrnN-SAI l:M. N. C. Compliments FRANK A. STITH CO. Men ' s and Boys ' W ear BRODT-SEPARK MUSIC COMPANY Music of All Publishers 62(1 ' . 4th Street Phone 3-2241 Telephone 2-118, AYRE TAYLOR CO. Jeicelers Robert E. Lee Hotel Building Wi.nston-Salem, N. C. SYLVIA ' S 211 W. Third Street Wi.nston-Salem, N. C. 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( K IHT mr ' Mi ' WINSTON-SALEM }fi ' ] CHAMBER ' K) -9 OF COMMERCE invites (ni to call on us when wc can help. C ' hanihcr Headquarters lOfi North Cherry St. Every Year- Every Day- The SitnddY JOURNAL and SENTINEL Morning Evening Serve Winston - Salem and Northwest North Carohna PIEDMONT PUBLISHING CO. 420 N. Marshall Street WINSTON-SALEM. N. C. noouyw mun PHOTOGRAPHER The Portraits in Thix Yearbook Were Made By SMITH STUDIO PHOTOGRAPHERS Official Portrait Photographers For the 1956 SIGHTS AND INSIGHTS Portraits and Application Pictures may l)e ordered from us from your School Annual Negatives. 12 East Hargett Street RALEIGH. NORTH CAROLINA milt.LIHIUL lil { riJeali . id :. - • - .■ y ' . V 1 ' % 4t mifihif iii ■■ -ill SALEM ACADEMY t COLLEGE Y y j ii!iB|lll||l!l!ll|l1l|tll|iit|ni|i|ii|iiini||[h ' . ' - ' Vf D 5TbD 02Dfl3t.S 1 X -f y