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Thanksgiving’s over and all Sen
iors finally back and accounted for,
though Margaret Wall and B. Way
had to stay a little longer than the
rest. Since said Seniors have worked
on the lads away from this vicinity,
seems as if they all decided there are
fertile fields right here and since
Christmas is very, very near, they
certainly have been throwing out
the line—Miss Lawrence’s record in
the oifice is quite revealing as to
why certain Seniors are whistling all
the day. Florence McCanless still
has that broad grin. My, my, must
be a good doctor, and Dot still seems
to be Curlee. The Presbyterian din
ner brought about an almost havoc,
but the Seniors rallied and gathered
the lads in Bitting building. Cer
tainly was hard on the others who
were not Presbyterians. Some of
these little freshmen have certainly
been looked at and casually asked,
‘ ‘ Did you enjoy the dinner IViday f ’ ’
Bachel Carroll is still looking for a
dinner dress—she forgot, we have a
swanky party after Thanksgiving.
Anyone who will oblige, please call
second floor of Bitting. There are
very definite plans floating around
for the holidays. Underclassmen, if
you need any advice just run over
to Louisa Bitting. Europe is most
Thursday, December 13, 1934.
FRESHMAN BUBBLES
Marianna Castle received a “spec
ial ’ ’ Sunday morning and no foolin ’
—the stamp was inverted!
SHADOWING SOPHS
AND JUNIORS
. It looks as though the home-town
boys are rushing Laura Emily. At
least that’s the way things looked
Sunday night.
Christmas spirit is all over
around both the Sophomores
and
and
EXCHANGE COLUMN
DUKE;
Oinger Piper was in unusually
high spirits Sunday night after her
caller left. Why shouldn’t she be
when he brought her a box of sweet
chocolates.
Mary Margaret Johnson’s mail
has increased decidedly since she re
turned from the holidays. We won
der just who is back of all this.
Dr. William McDougaU. head of
the Juniors. There is one of the I department at Duke made
loveliest little cedar trees, decorated public address of the se-
with colored lights and silver, on 1 ™®ster on November 27 in the law
first floor, and no matter where you building. He spoke on “The
turn yon will surely meet a student Problems of Progress. ’ ’ An open
singing the Christmas songs we all forum discussion followed his talk,
love! 1 He is known not only in America, but
The Torrence sisters, Lois and I throughout the world for his works
Libby, had a guest, Martha Loftin, I psychology. He is a staunch con-
from Gastonia for the week-end. I tender of the theory that a continued
Jane Crow’s mother from Mocks-1 has effect on animals
Everyone on first floor thoroughly
enjoyed the Christmas Carols sung
by Virginia Lee, Idalizer, Margaret
Briggs, Frances Cole, and several
other girls Sunday morning.
Ann Lincoln: “Oh, grand! A letter
from home.”
Grace Parker: “Let’s go out and
.spend it! ”
certainly in the air and no doubt
many mas and pas will be worked
out of a graduation present. O, well,
that’s what one learns at college—
how to get something from somebody.
EDITORIAL
If the word “Christmas” should
be made tangible, what sensory
forms would it be likely to taket
Would it appear to the eye like
prancing reindeer, an old man
red flannel and fur, or a box wrap
ped in shining cellophane and gold
ribbon? Would it resemble a simple
sprig of holly, or a glistening tree
covered with tinsel t
What would Christmas taste like
if we should suddenly find it in our
mouthsT Would it contain the f'av
ors of ambrosia and fruit eake and
winef Or maybe the taste would be
that of turkey, or raisins, or pep
permint candy.
What would be the odor of Christ
mas if miraculously the word should
go up in vapor? Would it smell like
a crackling log fire, or like a room
full of cedar trees?
Suppose Christmas should sound in
our ears. What would that sound
be? Sleigh bells, perhaps? Chimes
on a cold night?
Or if the precious w^ord could “be
held in our hands, what would be
the feel of it? Would we touch it
gingerly as we do our brand new
presents from which the crackling
wrappings have just been torn?
Would it feel like an exciting gust
of snowy wind against a glowing
cheek?
“Christmas,” if made material
to almost any Salem girl, might take
the beloved froms she is accustomed
to seeing or hearing or tasting or
feeling or smelling every year at
this season.
The word might appear hanging
by an almost invisible cord over
Dr. Rondthaler’s head in Memorial
Hall, swaying ever so slightly—
an enormous, radiant, many-pointed
star.
The sweet word might give off an
odor of warm melting beeswax, and
it might taste like thin crisp Christ
mas cookies.
Perhaps the sound of the Christmas
word would be like the sound of a
very high, very clear and supremely
sweet soprano voice singing a well
known carol.
And it would feel, oh, it would not
feel like a new present just opened.
It would feel rather like the firm,
well known and lov«d clasp of a
friend’s hand — a hand which we
have not touched for a whole year,
and one which brings with it warmth
and companionship and great joy!
"Poetry Ls the presentment, in musical form, to the
imagination, of noble grounds for the noble emotions.”
—John Ruskin.
MARY TO JOSEPH
This fear has sat within me,
chilled and numbing
This fear has been upon me, from
the start.
Since first I told you of the
Angel’s coming
And of the Child that lay beneath
my heart.
It was no easy thing to under
stand
And not by word or deed have you
reprooved me
But Joseph — Joseph — when
you took my hand.
Did you believe me, even as you
loved me?
Sara Henderson Hay.
JOSEPH TO MARY
Mary, beloved, if I have wounded
you
With clumsy silence, or with tardy
speech,
It was because my heart was slow
to reach
Beyond the limits of its mortal
view!
Not that I doubted you or loved
you less,
But it was hard to face the wink
ing town,
And a man’s pride is difficult to
down.
Whatever faith he may in truth
jwssess!
How many nights I watched you
as you lay
With this the Holy Child upon
your breast—
What anguish shook my heart
from day to day!
Oh little Mary, have you never
guessed
That I, who would have died to
spare you harm-
So feared to clasp you with an
earthly arm?
Sara Henderson Hay.
My life is like their journey
Their star is like God’s book;
I must be like those good wise
men
With heavenward heart and look.
But shall I give no gifts to God?
What precious gifts they took.
Lord I will give my love to thee.
Than gold much costlier.
Sweeter to thee than frankincense
More prized than choicest myrrh;
Lord, make me dearer day by day,
Day by day holier;
Nearer and dearer day by day
Till I my voice unite,
And sing my “glory, glory”
With angels clad in white;
.4.11 “glory, glory” given to
Thee
Through all the heavenly height.
Christina Eosetti.
ville was here Sunday night to at
tend Christmas Vespers.
Lib Gant, now a student at W.
C. U. N. C., spent Sunday with us
and stayed over for Vespers.
1 creates habits.
The following is a list of his in-
I ternationally known books:
‘Psychological Psychology,” “So-
[ cial Psychology,” “Pagan Tribes of
Little Jo Whitehead went out to “Psychology,” “Body and
Mind,” “The Group Mind,” “Is
America Safe for Democracy?,”
‘ ‘ Outlines of Psychology, ” “ Ethics
I and Some Modern World Problems. ’ ’
her aunt’s for a birthday dinner.,
Lon Freeman had a guest from
down in the eastern part of the
state!
Mary Lib Beaves visited her
brother, who is in the hospital in
Mooresville, on Sunday.
Greensboro attracted McArn Best
and Lucy James over the week-end
Euth McConnell spent Saturday
and Sunday in Lexington.
Mary Nelson’s mother visited her
Sunday and she also attended Ves
pers.
I noticed quite a few young men I library has become State-wide
in the dining room Sunday night, I f” when the library was moved
and I am sure that my eyes were quarters the college issued
not the only ones gazing in that I ^ bulletin entitled “An Invitation
The Student Government at Duke
I is planning to purchase 15 receptacles
for campus litter to improve the neat
ness of the grounds about the uni
versity.
Duke Chronicle.
MEDICAIi OOLLEOE, VA.:
direction!
SNOW DESIGNERS
HOW FAR IS IT TO
BETHLEHEM?
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
FOR MY GOD
CHILDREN
The Wise Men left their country
To journey morn by morn.
With gold and frankincense and
myrrh
Because the Lord was born,
God sent a star to guide them
And sent a dream to warn.
How far is it to Bethlehem?
Not very far.
Shall we find the stable-room
Lit by a star?
Can we see the little Child,
Is He within?
If we lift the wooden latch
, May we go in ?
May we stroke the creatures
there.
Ox, ass, or sheep?
May we peep like them and see
.Tesus asleep?
If we touch His tiny hand
Will He awake?
Will He know we’ve come so far
Just for His sake?
Great Kings have precious gifts,
And we have naught;
Little smiles and little tears
Are all we brought.
For all weary children
Mary must weep.
Here on His bed of straw.
Sleep, children, sleep.
God, in His Mother’s arms
Babes in the byre,
Sleep, as they sleep who find
Their heart’s desire.
Frances Chesterton.
to the Profession.” Eequests for
books, periodicals, and information
are coming in more frequently and
hardly a day passes that the library
_ I doesn’t ship one or more packages.
It s here, the voice spoke The library pays the outgoing pos-
softly into my ear I saw the first tage and the borrower pays the re-
^ ® postage. The Va. Med. Month-
Tumbling back the covers, I slip- ly co-operates by printing lists of
ped from my bed and crept through | M. C. V’s. new books.
It (the library), is prepared also
to look up references and informa
tion On almost any professional sub
ject.
the dark hall, following a tiny flick
er of light in front of my face. The
light rested on the window sill; I
looked closely and saw a tiny red-
clad figure carrying a lantern the
size of. an acorn.
“Who are you?”
“I’m a snow elf,” he beamed. 1
and all my friends are here to make
the world beautiful. ’ ’
“But you are alone.
Look,” he replied.
Sing Sing’s Black Sheep football
team plays in discarded Notre Dame
uniforms.
Freshman engrossed in tracking
down a Staphylococcus placed his
head in the flame of a Bunsen burn-
SONGS
An amazing sight met my eyes— er. What a torch of Knowledge! It
thousands of lights were flying .seems to me. however, I’ve heard
through the air. Suddenly I was I that green things never burn, if
standing in front of the big cedar there’s a breath of life in them to
tree across from Alice Clewell—but I adjust the vacuum,
the decorations on that tree! On I
every limb was a red elf, busily
catching the falling snow and skill-1
fully placing it on the green I
branches. And as they worked they! (CONTINUED FROM PACE ONE)
were singing and whistling “Jingle I And climb our apple tree
Bells. ’ ’ I Shout down our rainbarrel
I would have stayed longer had I i Slide down our cellar door
not been wafted to the arch between I And let’s be jolly friends,
Main Hall and the Sisters ’ House. I Forevermore.
There, sitting on each swaying spray I
of ivy was a gnome clad in yellow,! HAIIi, HAIIi, THE OAKG’S AT.t.
arranging the snow in the curve of I HEKE
each ivy leaf. I Hail, hail, the gang’s all here
But outside the dining room, on I Never mind the weather,
the edge of the roof, were not elves. I ’•'e all together,
not gnomes, but fairies! Fairies—I Hail, hail, the gang’s all here
with white dresses made of spiders’I great to meet again,
webs and covered with twinkling I
frozen dew drops! Catching each I hail, the gang’s all here,
drop of moisture on the roof, theyH’^**^ forget your troubles
were swinging down, stretching the I They will burst like bubbles
drop into a long, glittering icicle. I Hail, hail, the gang’s all here,
They were everywhere, these little I ^ Jolly bunch I’ll say.
creatures, and they were masters of I
their art for “We have been work-M°‘®® Louisa Bitting telephone:
ing here for years,” my guide said. I “How are you this evening,
Perhaps a foolish dream, I shrug-1 ^^oney ? ’ ’
ged the following morning. But as
I walked from place to place, I saw
the splendor of the snow-covered
trees, the beauty of each skillfully
decorated nook and corner. I could
not help remarking, “I wonder where
they went and if they’ll be back
soon.
Senior: “All right, but lonely.’
Voice: “Good and lonely?”
Senior: “No, just lonely.”
Voice: “I’ll be right over.”
McLEAN TO GO TO
BOSTON
Mr. Campbell: “What’s a skele
ton?”
M. J. Wall: “A stack of bones
with all the people scraped off.”
Nothing can bring you peace but
I yourself.
The Student Council voted unani
mously to send our President, Mar
garet McLean, to the National Stu
dent Federation Association Meeting I
in Boston between December 28th
and .31st.
Lives of great men all remind u.s
We can make our lives a shining
lamp.
And departing leave behind us
Future heads for postage stamps.
Yellow Jacket.
Our wisdom, whether expressed in I
private or public, belongs to the I All human glories are only gilded
world, but our folly belongs to those I bubbles and must not be fancied
we love. metals.