Salisbury University - Evergreen Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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WHEN THE PROVERBIAL FROST is on the ' pumkin ' at S.T.C. ye weary students of that institution are prone often to glance wistfully at the calendar painstakingly and count the days ' til Thanksgiving. If the number is too overwhelming he flops down in despair upon whatever is nearest. At this point the only thing that could cheer up him or anyone else in his dilem¬ ma is a trip to the store. No sooner said than done! Having gotten settled down to a coke and light conversation of the ' ' he said, and she said type with dire penalty promised anyone who talks shop, the patient gradu¬ ally relaxes. But, somehow, this year that sort of conversation falls a little bit flat. It ' s Where is your brother stationed now? Will he get home for the holidays? Then you ' ve something special to be thankful for this Thanksgiving! That ' s a topic that is universal in the amount of interest it holds for everyone this year. Somewhat shaken, the patient walks back to school. He ' s wondering just what Mr. America who shoulders a gun both here and abroad will find to be thankful for. He knows that drill and fighting are boresome and dangerous, respectively. So he can ' t be grateful for ease or safe¬ ty. He can ' t be grateful for peace of mind; there ' ll be none for him until the war ' s over. Quite suddenly the patient realizes that there is one thing for which the American freeman in his country ' s service can be thankful for and that one thing is a promise —a promise of a better world on his return —a promise of the continuation of the things he loves, like loyalty and home and the American way and tradition and turkey for Thanksgiving. 29

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ALL WAS QUIET. Only the tiny beacons, which with a few red rays mark the exits, illuminated the corridors. The zero hour was approaching. The freshmen in the east wing were diligently searching for the knowledge which was said to be stored in their textbooks. (Well! How unusual!) The west wing (more stately abode of fortunate upperclassmen) settled down to complete its nightly guota of lesson plans. Suddenly the dark stillness was broken. Heads jerked away from the books into which they had so carefully been buried. Noise increased as books were laid aside. There was one horrible shriek. For a moment there was that terrifying silence and then, simultaneously, twenty-two doors opened and out bobbed forty-five sleepy heads. Why? Someone had discovered an innocent little mouse in her desk drawer entertaining himself by complacently gnawing on what was once an important reading unit. With a twist of the wrist, the little mousie was soon out cold. Once again those musty pages of the text books were flung open as the scholars 28 went back to work. Under the advisorship of everready-to- help, Miss Ruth, and the officers; Betty Parks, president, Charlotte Widdowson, vice-president, and Betty Brinsfield as sec¬ retary-treasurer, the association has done much that is worthwhile. Remember those Friday night parties with the S.T.C. hep- cats and their conga lines? Remember the hotdog roasts and watermelon picnics? Remember the fun we had on Sunday nights popping corn and making taffy? It was not all fun, unless you call hemming linen and serving at dinners and teas fun. Then, there were the hen sessions, as we listened to such radio programs as the Hit Parade and Inner Sanctum and the girls favorite, This is the Army. Re¬ member how proud we were to wrap bandages, thinking that to be our small share for those in service? Fun, wasn ' t it? Honestly, it is one homey organiza¬ tion, and we have had fun along with the work. Our dream of the future is to make the dorm into one big family and serve as best we can, anywhere we can.

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ROBERT WEEDE, BARITONE CULTURAL OPPORTUNITIES should not be neglected at any time—especially in war time. The Salisbury Cooperative Con¬ cert Association provides a means of bring¬ ing to Salisbury and the surrounding com¬ munities great artists in the world of music- The students have taken advantage of these concerts which are presented in our college auditorium. On Friday night, December 10, 1943, Robert Weede, a baritone, originally from Maryland, charmed his audience in a pro¬ gram of classical music. On February 3, a world renowned violinist, Albert Spalding, gave a magnificent and skillful interpreta¬ tion of the numbers on his program. Mr. Spalding is now overseas with the men of the armed forces. On April 19, the three members of the Bary Ensemble, instrumen¬ talists, gave a delightful program of music one loves. The ensemble was composed of Miss 30 Bary, pianist, Lorna Wren, flutist, Mara Sebriansky, violinist, and Virginia Peter¬ son, ' cellist. Outstanding compositions skilfully interpreted included David Pop¬ per ' s Hungarian Rhapsody , Aria by Handel, and Sonata in E Flat by Ludwig van Beethoven. Are we not fighting for these finer, more spiritual things? We do not want to lose the victory while we are fighting for it, do we? Those of us on the home front must care for this part of our heritage. Remember, we are aiding in this fight. If we destroy spiritual and cultural living, we will have lost the battle while our men are over there fighting for it. Let us, then, preserve and promote our cultural living and keep our country a place worth fighting for! At S. T. C. there are faithful attendants to the guest artists who deserve a tribute. These boys are Dick Gladding, lack Mil- bourne, limmy Webster, and George Brown. ALBERT SPALDING, VIOLINIST