The Belles of Saint Maet’s
now, because he makes his home near Saint Mary’s, and
also anyone, any city, would be proud to be claimed by
one we all call affectionately (and of course behind the
backs of the faculty and more particularly of Mr.
Guess)—Willie. Well, Willie, I mean Mr. Guess, grad
uated from Carolina and from Johns Hopkins in Balti
more.
He served in the Navy during the war and was suc
cessively Professor of History at Trinity College in
Texas and Baltimore City College. Since 1928 he has
been at Saint Mary’s teaching History, Economics,
Sociology, and American Government. He is Treasurer
of the Church and in charge of the marshals, being in
that capacity entirely responsible for the_ grace and
order of the execution of graduation exercises, as well
as at auditorium and chapel functions. Mr. Guess
greets returning students after holidays and his wonder
ful smile and his genuine good humor are great aids to
easing the pain of returning to school. He is a host at
all of our dances and sees to the general smooth-running
of those affairs.
Believe-it-or-not, hut Mr. Guess was at one time base
ball coach and also instructor of tennis at Northeastern
State Teachers College in Oklahoma. He is very fond
of all kinds of athletics. He keeps up with all phases
generally and himself plays tennis and golf._ His hobby
is his interest in athletics and also in politics from the
standpoint of a political scientist, rather than as a very
active participant. (He claims he is rather nonparti
san.) He likes a good game of bridge, and enjoys
reading.
Mr. Guess has a pet aversion to people who chew
cracked ice. Mr. Guess, we’re warning you, don’t ever
visit the “Little Store” during the hours the students
are there because those Coca-Cola drinking girls would
give you the “Willies” (silly!). Movies are one of
his many “Likes” along with riding through the coun
try (except in the winter)—and music the semi-classics.
He likes to travel and to see new and interesting places
as well as to make contacts with interesting and well-
known people. He is devoted to the students and likes
his association with the faculty.
If given ways and means for new improvements at
Saint Mary’s, Mr. Guess would want a new library and
the present building to be converted into new class
rooms. He also recognizes the need for a paved walk
and drive that would improve the appearance of the
school, as well as remove the menace and discomfort of
dust.
Every girl in school boasts the friendship of Mr.
Guess. He is a friend and always has a cheery word
for his acquaintances, as well as one of advice or en
couragement to struggling students.
OUR BEULES
W anted—
klAKV CoNNALLY AND FraNCIS ReBECCA CoxE,
alias “The Coxe Twins.”
Total age—37.
Color—brown (eyes and hair).
Last sentence served in Asheville, N. C.
Francis is wanted for many desperate crimes. She
is ]>resident of the Letter Club, vice president of the
Sigmas, a member of the Dramatic Club, and she con
fiscated the first prize in the posture contest last year.
Caution is necessary in effecting her capture. She has
a dangerous temj)erament—-skulks around doing things
for other people, and will worm her way into your affec
tions by an infectious smile and a grand sense of humor.
She has an insidious desire to pass French, and becomes
violent when Mary Connally is in danger.
No crime is too heinous for Mary Connally. She
reveals her extraordinary criminal tendencies by taking
a prominent part in the Dramatic Club, Letter Club,
and Political Science Club. One of her favorite “hide
outs” is Brown’s Place, better known as the library.
Indications of her lawless nature are seen in her fre
quent remark, “There’s no future in it,” and her favor
ite song, “I’ll See You Again.” She influences helpless
juniors by giving them professional advice on theme
writing. Her vicious disposition is revealed in her
qualifications for the ideal call—“A place where dere
ain’t no noise or jitterbugs; where dere’s plenty of
magazines to read and people to gab with; and with a
separate bath to each cage.”
No reward is too high for the capture, very much
alive, of these valuable twins. Their friendship and
companionship are invaliable assets to Saint Mary’s.
TINKLES
Did I hear “Button Up Your Overcoat” the other day
on the radio? Phew! I’m gonna get out my organdy
dress, hat, and shoes. . . . That makes my cerebral
organ remind me that there sure have been a lot of
cute new spring outfits floating around this here cam
pus. You know, I think Flossie Daniel’s hat and Betty
Brandt’s shoes would both look some kind of nice on
me. . . . Strike two up for Saint Mary’s! There wei'e
two of our girls on the stage last week and just one
Nelson Eddy. Yes sir ree bob tail! Mary Helen Rod-
man and Jane Harris. And did Jane get her money’s
worth? Just you ask her. As maybe I shoulda said
did she get her ties’ worth ? And Gertrude Carter heard
him that night for the second time in one week. . . .
Step right up folks! The small fee of three brass
safety pins will permit you to see the girl with the fine
blisters. At least I don’t guess they’ve gone yet. I’m
sure I don’t see how they could, they are simply tre
mendous. Who was it? Why, my dear, you mean to
stand right smack bang in front of me and say you
didn’t notice Tootle Crow’s new tomato complexion!
Hm! Wonder if she got it to match that pretty spring
coat of hers. . . . The time had come, I always said
(with apologies to the walrus) to talk of many things.
Meaning that the old order changeth, et cetera. The
first old fogies to hobble aside are the marshals. Sad,
isn’t it? But I can’t wait to see how that new ones’H
do Easter. Right decent bunch of girls, aren’t they ?
Well, Easter’s the time to look pretty! Oh yes! Richie
just reminded me that, in addition to what I have just
stated as a cheerful platitude, Eastertime’s the time for
Eggs! and of course the time for Eggs is Eastertime.
. . . Boil! (with rage, not heat this time). Do you know
what I heard. A boy said that he could tell Saint
Mary’s girls because they are all so pleasingly plump -
How’s that for a nervy one! Let’s all hate him real
hard. . . . Kay seems pretty happy about everything. 1
think it’s that trip to Danville over the holidays that
did it. . . . xind speaking of holidays, get Phyllis to tell
yoii about Artie Shaw and all the trimmings at Wash
ington, D. C. Then, while you’re at it, take a peek at
that anchor on her finger. Oh no, she says she doesn t
mind its weighing her down so much. . . . And Mary
Willis looks kinda hazy when you mention the past
vacation—something about Princeton proms, so I hear.