The Belles of Saint Mary’s
The Bell es
OF SAINT MARY’S
Published every two weeks by the stu
dent body of Saint Mary’s School.
Editor Joyce Powell
Managing Editor . Nancy McKinley
Exchange Editor . Christine Hatfield
Faculty Adviser . . . C. A. P. Moore
STAFF
Becky Barnhill
Julia Booker
Cornelia Clark
Mary W. Douthat
Helen Ford
Page Gannaway
Erwin Gant
Sue Harwood
Marian Jacob
Mary
Helen Kendrick
Martha Kight
Virginia Manning
Kathreen Massie
Hortense Miller
Mary Elizabeth Nash
Martha Newell
Ann Seeley
Margaret Swindell
Taylor
1939 Member 1940
Plssocioied GoUebicde Press
N. C. Collegiate Press Association
A WOELD
GONE MAD?
Dazed, the small boy tried to turn
on his side, but the pain stabbed like
a thousand flaming pin points, caus
ing him to sink back quickly into
the shell hole where he strove desper
ately to believe this was a nightmare
and that by calling. Mother would
come and wipe his damp brow and
pull the covers closer around him.
It did no good, for as his hand
sought to find the source of the
throbbing in his head, the bloody
tangle of his hair was too much a
reality. Lying still a moment, he
summoned all his energy and stag
gered to his feet. His small hands
passed back and forth across his eyes
to wipe away the mist. Slowly his
gaze fell on the spot which had been
home and now was a mass of broken
timbers. Stumbling among the
boards, he found a thimble of his
mother’s, the shattered frame which
held the last picture of his father,
lie constantly kept up a mumbled
prayer for his mother, and his eyes,
filled with hurt and wonderment,
vainly searched the ruins. Finally,
where the kitchen had been, he saw
an arm protruding from under a
pile of heavy boards. Making his
way to the place he stared in dumb
horror at the mangled body of his
mother, and then he sank in a piti
ful heap beside the outstretched arm.
Thus the two soldiers found him
and took him back to the hospital
where, though he soon grew well, the
shadow of the interlude of horror
remained stamped on his face. And
ivhy had he been saved ? There was
no place for him to go, no one to
take care of him. Perhaps it would
have been better if he had died in
that shell hole, for what aid could
one small boy expect from a world
gone mad with war ?
proudly through the Saint Mary’s
Library, he always takes a deep
breath and draws his ears close to
his pear-shaped head. Even this
method is not always effective and
shrill sounds of “Hi ya, monkey,
whatcha doin’,” and “Where’s Cath
erine de Medici and the Lost Eevo-
lution?” leap through his intended
oblivion.
TURK AND THE SPIRIT OF
KNOWLEDGE
Turk has ears, long, fan-shaped,
floppy ears which normally hang
gracefully towards the nearby
ground. On only two occasions does
Turk seemingly change their posi
tion. Case one has, of course, no
human interest. After all, human
ears have never dangled in animal
soup. But case two has much heart
felt importance. Before Turk trots
Turk often feels sad. He likes
the library. He likes to slide on its
slippery green linoleum. Once a
week he likes to feel the spirit of
knowledge surge through his sensi
tive body. Turk would like other
people to feel the magnitude of this
spirit. But he is almost sure they
do not—not even once a week. The
library impresses Turk, but only
when he presses his ears tightly to
his head.
We were just about to impress our
readers with a profound analysis of
the European situation when crash
—bang—boom! They’re off and this
time in the direction of Norway.
For relaxation we trotted off to see
Bing Crosby romancing in “Eoad to
Singapore.” This convinced us—for
more than one reason—that the East
Indies was our long anticipated field
of influence. Unfortunately the In
dies have a European as well as an
Asiatic function—which will prob
ably be our downfall. In a news
paper we noticed that the Nether
lands has expressed a fear for her
wealthy East Indian Colonies and
has timidly reminded the world that
Japan and the United States have
guaranteed their territorial integ
rity. In the light of present devel
opments, we consider this a bit fu
tile, although Mr. Hull rose to the
bait and dispatched to the Japanese
government a note which its receiv
ers termed both forceful and unex
pected. Because of the uncertainty
of Sino-American trade relations,
this note may prevent a further
spread of Japanese influence in the
Far East. “Nothing could be more
logical than that Japan should wish
to take over regions which finan
cially weak or timid Holland has
held dog-in-the-manger style for cen
turies.” Japan cannot afford to
wait until the United States move
out of the Philippines six years
hence. Americans are on the alert,
for Holland is worried at home by
Germany and cannot defend her
East Indian colonies. Although both
the United States and Japan have
guaranteed their territorial integ-
rity, the Dutch do not trust the
Japanese Militarists and look upon
the United States as a possible j>ro-
tector in the event of an eventuality.
This last year has witnessed a
change of American policy toward
Japan. The greatest blow dealt
by Americans was the refusal
to renew the trade treaty. While
this has had no immediate effect on
Japo-American trade, it leaves it in
an uncertain condition, wherein
trade may be stopped at any time.
This completely guarantees the
United States the whip hand, since
American trade is more important
to the Japanese than is Japanese
trade to Americans.
In the Indies themselves the mod
erate nationalists fear Japan, but the
extremists (conceitedly feeling se
cure) want to break and stand alone
as an independent nation. The
Dutch interfere very little with the
native Sultans, rulers of Sumatra,
for they feel that Sumatra will be
their last line of defense against the
Japanese. Java they might lose, but
they hope to hold Sumatra. An im
portant policy of the Dutch is the
fact that no foreigner, Dutch includ
ed, may buy or sell land, which fact
gives the Dutch as colonists no ac
tual hold upon the country, but a
deep-rooted influence based on time.
The Dutch (along with Americans
and Britishers) lease large tracts of
rubber and tobacco land from native
rulers. Another important factor in
Dutch government is that the Gov
ernor-General has the power to out
law any political party, making bim
virtually a political dictator. “The
Dutch do not fully trust their own
natives and do not permit native
troops to train with machine guns,
nor do they invite them aboard their
fleet.” The Japanese were quick to
take advantage of this situation hy
inviting them to go aboard a cruiser
visiting in those waters.
Contrary to our usual method, we
will not “dream about” the outcome
of this situation. We seem to have
lost our first optimistic enthusiasm
and will, with not a little regret, re
turn to factual reporting.
PERILOUS ADVENTURE
Geoffrey Household’s Rogue Male
is an absorbing adventure story told
in the first person and begun just
after the narrator, whose name you
never learn, has attempted to assassi
nate a dictator (Hitler supposedly,
something we’ve all wanted to do)
for the mere sport of the thing. He
is captured, questioned, and after he
can give no real reason for his ac
tion, his cap'tors beat him brutally
and stage an accident, leaving him
for dead. By a superhuman effort
he escapes and flees to England.
There, learning that foreign secret
agents have been put on his trail, he
is forced to go into hiding. The
story of his flight from place to
place, culminating in one of the spies
trapping him in a tunnel, how he
escapes, killing his captor in the
process, and how he finally realizes
the motive behind his attempted
murder make up the body of the
story. Adventure? Yes. Improb
able? Yes, but once you’ve begun
it you won’t want to put it down.
A SYNOPSIS OF “GONE WITH
THE WIND’’
“Katherine Scarlett O’Hara was
our shero. A winsome wench with
a figger like a marble statue and a
head as hard. Gerald O’Hara was
her pa. By nature he was most
animal-like. Proud as a peacock, he
roared like a lion, and rode like a
dog-and-pony show. After Sherman
came he was as crazy as a bedbug.
Anyhow, Scarlett was in love with
Ashley Wilkes, ivho was in love with
his cousin Melanie, who was in love
with Ashley, and so they were mar
ried. (Ashley and Melanie, in case
you are getting confused.) This irri
tated Scarlett no end and so, in quick
succession, she married for spite and
cash, respectively, a couple of fel
lers, whose names we didn’t get. Bui
then neither did Scarlett, for long.
The other major characters weK
Rhett Butler, Belle Watling, and t
colored lady exactly like the one oJ
the flapjack box. Rhett, who was
somehow strangely reminiscent of
Clark Gable, was a cross betweet
Jesse James and Little Boy Blue-
If Rhett had joined the Lost Cause
in the second reel instead of after
intermission, the Confederacy would
have won the war. . . . And Belle-
you’d have loved Belle. Everybody
did. During the siege of Atlanta
only three things were running i
Belle’s place. Prissy’s nose, and tbe
laundry that kept Ehett’s white suits
snow-white.
Melanie’s baby arrived about the
time Sherman did. Both were equal
ly welcome to Scarlett. It was, so
far as painstaking search revealed,
the first baby ever born in Techni
color.
Anyway, the South lost the war
again in the picture. (What could
you expect with a lot of Yankeo
producers?) And Scarlett married
Rhett to get even with him. Their
married life was just like sitting i®
the fire and listening to the heavenly
choir. Finally, after Melanie died
Scarlett realized that she didn’t lov®
Ashley, but Rhett. However, Eheh
had had enough of her foolishness,
and when she told him, he said,
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give *
.” Neither, by this time, did
the audience. — Toomhs Count}
(Georgia) Newspaper.
DIETING?
For the comfort of those who feel
guilty when they eat that second
roll, the fact is that Saint Mary’^
consumes per day 42 loves of bread
for breakfast, 70 loves for lunch, and
the hot rolls that 37 pounds of floU
will make (which is approximately
900). From these illuminating fig'
ures glance at the farmyard food-
When Mrs. Marriott has boiled egg®
for breakfast she supplies around 2^ ,
dozen. This, however, is a mere b®'
ginning. Saint Alary’s devours 7^
two and a half pound chickens ever.'
Sunday which amounts to 160 o®
170 pounds of roast fowl minus h’
feathers. And on turkey day id®
pounds of turkey are eaten. Imagio®
what this does to the Raleigh chicke®
population.
For breakfast on ordinary day'®
Saint Alary’s needs 36 pounds
sliced bacon; 40 or 50 pounds of liP^
or bulk sausage; Sunday’s pancake®
are made with 22 pounds of me®
and 4 dozen eggs and are cooked e®
8 of the largest griddles to be bough*'
In addition. Saint Mary’s drink®
30 gallons of sweet milk a day,
gallons of -buttermilk a week;
pounds of coffee at breakfast and
pound at dinner; eats approximated
33 pounds of sugar a day; 65 poun®®
of roast beef and 70 to 80 pound®
of lamb a meal; 65 pounds of h®®’
a meal; 2 bushels of sweet potatoes’
9 pounds of hutter each meal, a’®
140 oranges.
All of which makes even th®
third roll look rather insignifican*'
doesn’t it?
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