The Belles of Saint Mary’s
December 9, 1949
The Belles
OF SAINT MARY’S
Published every two weeks during
school year by the student body of
Saint Mary’s School.
Entered as Second Class Matter De
cember 7, 1944, at Post Office, Raleigh,
X. C., under Act of March 3, 1879.
Sxibscriptiom ,$1.00 a Year
Editor Berta Allen Russ
Associate Editors
f Elizabeth Kent
News Editor Frankie Allen
Feature Editor.... Martha X'ash
Exr.huHfie Editor:.....Evelyn Oettinger
Circulation Manager .Stella Cobbs
Faculty Adviser. ...C. A. P. Moore
STAFF
Caroline Cobey, Cynthia Davis, Mar
tha deHart, Elizabeth Everage, Su.san
Friday, lleilig Harney, Mary Ann Hart-
zog, iliini Ij.vhch, ilary .lane McDowell.
Virginia Moxyery, .lulie X'olan, Betty
Ray, Mary Ann Rose, Tonia Rowt>,
Eunice Sannder.s, Mickie Shannon,
.Vllein IVhite, Alice Wilson, Barbara
IVooten, Eliza Chipley, Alice May,
Cecile Bickett, Barbara Clark, Sliirley
Crenshaw, .lean Lang, Ann McKenz.ie.
MEMBER OF
N. C. C. P, A.
DOES YOU B'LIEVE
IN SANTIE CLAWS?
Wliich one ob you ehillun did
Ah liear say dat dere warn’t no
Santie Claws! Was dat yon, Miz
Liza! Why lawsy, Missy, Ah’m
ashamed ob you. You jest listen
to your ole Uncle Mose; dere’s a
Santie Claws jest as sho as Ah’ni
standin’ here atalkin’ to you, and
Ah’m gonna tell you jest who he
am.
Ah kin tell by de tvay you is
talkin’ dat you bin list’ning to
dem smart-alecky younguns who
uses dere motifs more dan dey
uses dere haids. Ef dey was as
smart as dey thinks dey is, why
dey would liab kept dere motifs
shet, an’ not let dere Ma an’ Pa
know dat dey tvarn’t gonna set
by dat chimley an’ wait fer dat
good man to cum a-zoomiu’ down.
Santie Claws! Yes, ma’m,
dere’s a Santie Claws! Mebbe he
ain’t jest lak dem pitchers show,
but he am here; yes, ma’m, he am
here. Who all does you think
ivatches out fer you all through
de year, an’ makes you mind your
Ma and Pa, an’ makes you be a
good girl! Now Ah ain’t sayin’
dat you is bin a extrie good girl,
’cause you is had your share ob
de spaukin’s dis year; all little
chilluu gotta have some spaukin’s,
though, ’cause dat’s how dey
grow: dere Ma an’ Pa has to spank
dem so dere skin will stretch an’
dey kin groiv. No, ma’m, you
ain’t bin no bad girl; dat’s why
Ah think you kin understand
what Ah’m tryin’ to tell you about
dis here man named Santie Claws.
Miz Liza, Ah thinks dat Santie
Claws is our own Lord Jesus. Now
de Holy Bible don’t say dat; Ah
says dat. Course de people who
wrote de Good Book .tlidu’t know
’bout de place called de North
Pole, so dey couldn’t ver’ well
think up a story ’bout de man
coinin’ out ob de snow. But we
made up de story so all de little
chilluu could understand why de
day ob de Little Lord Jesus’ birth
should be a happy day. Dey
couldn’t see why de Little Jesus
OUR GIVING
MEANS LIVING
Looks as though Christmas is
just around the corner. Already,
girls have started returning from
town with armloads of colorfully
wrapped packages. Everyone is
groaning about how broke they
are, or how broke they are going
to be after they buy that special
present for that certain someone.
“And that little jeweled pin at
Taylor’s is just the thing for my
roommate.”
All of this is natural; we enjoy
giving nice presents to people that
we like. We are very generous
in our gifts to them, but do we
stop to think of the people who
are so dependent on our gener
osity at Christmas! Are we truly
generous in our gifts to those un
fortunate people afflicted with
■ tuberculosis whose cure depends
largely upon our purchase of
Christmas seals?
The tuberculosis seals have been
on sale in the book store for sev
eral days and will be on sale until
school closes for the holidays. The
people who are aided by the sale
of Christmas Seals are people de
pendent on our generosity. What
better Christmas present could we
give them than recovery from this
menacing disease?
made folks so happy when He
came, ’cause dey’s too young, but
dey can sho understand de reason
for being good an’ de reason fer
being happy when dey sees dere
stockings jest cram full ob good
things on Christmas mawnin’.
Yes, ma’m, dey kin see dat, an’
dat’s why dey tries so hard to be
good—’specially de feiv weeks
befo’ Christmas. Later on dey’s
gwine learn mo’ ’bout what Christ
mas really means, lak you is done.
Yes, ma’m, Santie Claws ain’t
nobody but de Lord hisself, all
dressed up in dat red suit to make
de little chilluu happy. You can’t
see Him lak dat ’cause you is old
enuff to know de Lord lak He is,
but dat don’t mean dat you don’t
believe in Him, do it?
Now look here, Miz Liza, you
believe in Santie Claws jest lak
you alius has, only now you kin
understand Him, an’ don’t you
never let me ketch you sayin’ agin
dat dere ain’t no Santie Claws!
Saint Mary*s Fads Fifty Years
Ago Seem OddTo49^50 Students
Saint Mary’s, in the earlier part
of the century, was unbelievably dif
ferent from what it is today. At
that time the typical Saint Mary’s
girl was looked upon as the epitome
of religious, modest, charming wo
manhood, although she fell far be
hind the average American woman
in political and economical educa
tion. They considered their college
sisters, who attended Vassar and
Smith and were fighting for wo
man’s rights, just a little too radical
and out of keeping with their sex.
In this period, from 1900 to 1915,
some enlargements were made on
the school building which later were
to prove indispensible. East and
West Wings, Smedes front porch,
and the building which houses the
gym and dining room, Clement Hall,
were built in 1900.
Saint Mary’s acquired a new mini
ster in 1909, Keverend Mr. George
William Lay, who forwarded the
school both spiritually and scholas
tically during his administration.
The session of 1900-01 brought
forth four social organizations at
Saint Mary’s: Alpha Kappa Psi, in
1901, and Gamma Beta Sigma,
Upsilon Delta, and Phi Delta in
1902. They remained for a while,
but most of them w'ere banished
later by Mr. Lay.
Just as we hum our favorite tunes
up and down the halls, so did the
girls of 1901 have their personal
tastes in the popular tunes of the
day such as Just Because She Made
Them Goo-Goo Eyes and Hello,
Central, Give Me Heaven.
such as Under the Bamboo
Please Go Way and Let Me SW,
and In the Good Old Summer
furnished a better portion of
music for dancing, and the ® j
1901 would probably have
shocked to see exhibitions of ^
modern jitterbuggin’ or shaggi*'^^^^
The feminine costume of tliaf
seems hideous in comparison to
own “modish” styles, for ‘
quite the vogue to pinch
wasp-like dimensions, puH
down low in the front, and
blouses full and loose in a most^^|^,
tronly manner. The hair ,
diverted from the modern fo® ,|pf
cuts of today to the higlier,
pompadours on which one
of the day commented, “She’s
a fancy to wear her hair, m “
of sky-scraper affair.” 'jl?
In 1912 even as, today,, tf*® °
‘ fads suclJ
had their , distinctive liiuo -- -j,
wearing “boudoir caps,” pinn»'S
tures of the .bathing beauty ° . ^jr
Morn, ^ ■
year, September Morn, gjjoli
walls, and reading risque
as Elinor Glynn’s Three
Slang was also popular in those^
and it was no surprise to hear
suddenly utter, “Ain’t it
Mabel,” or “Goodnight, Nurse
Such were the peculiarif|^
school life at Saint Mary’s
early ninteen hundreds.
of those days may have diffe’’ j|,f
the details of school life ijul
girls of our present-day regu®^’^^.^fi>
ancient as their life seems, they
itill Saint Mary’s girls !
Sophomore S u z i ^
Dear Sally,
You may think that Christmas
isn’t coming, but it is. It has just
taken 365 days for it to get here.
Most of those days are gone and I
am beginning to get worried about
the seniors. They are all in “hell”
and how can they get the Christmas
spirit there? Do you know of any
thing that we underclassmen can
do to get them out ? Poor little
Anne Calioon is in the last circle
, had bf
Belles of Saint Mary’s
K.\THRYN HOLMES
Home—Washington, I). C.
Age—18.
Hair ‘n’ eyes—Brown ’n blue.
Pet hate—studying.
Always heard—“Did I get any
mail ?”
Always seen—Playing bridge.
Hobby—“Party-ing.”
Favorite food—Napoleons.
Favorite song—Some Enchanted
Evening.
Favorite perfume—“MaGriffe”
Odd likes—Follies Bergere.
Looking forward to—Paris.
Pet passion—J oe.
Ambition—To grow successful
squash.
Wild about—dark blue cashmere.
Offices: Sigma Pi Alpha; YWCA;
Mu.
Remarks: Dry-wit; entertaining;
cosmopolitan.
BROOKIE CK.4FT'
Home—Wadesboro.
Age—19.
Hair ‘n’ eyes—Brown.
Pet hate—“I. C. C.”
Always heard—“Uh!”
Always seen—taking bath.
Hobby—Chewing gum in public.
Favorite food—biscuit tortoni.
Favorite song—Begin The Be-
guine.
Favorite perfume—“Nostalgia.”
Odd likes—Loco, and G. A.
Looking forward to — summer
reading test.
Pet passion—ilovies
Ambition—to take merchandising.
IVild about—Cigarette cases.
Offices — Granddaughters Club;
to
u»
walking around singing .
day we go home; I liope ' ad''*'*
freezing. They do get [J
tage, though; they c/i» ^
breakfast with their pajnF*‘ ^
I could only do that ■ vk soO*'’'
Well I had better go woi
that I can go home. . j,?.
Merry Chns
Susie
tliat'S
Psychology: The science
u - o./ ,, Jll , f)i'
you what you already knoi > T/s
you can’t understand.— F
gest.
* * * !>'■
’t cli»”^ -A
Fanatic: onewho can i '
opinion and won’t change
ject.—Keader’s I) igesf-
next to Satan. I guess we
pass the hat around for her. ^ jj,
I wonder what Santa is
bring the seniors. I slionn
that Betsy Brown and
would like electric elevators cc*
ing where they live. Sard
Procter should get some
—she’s just the type. What
evermore love to see would ijc gjiP
Lynch with an electric i’'
could ride around then
of US to be quiet. She has j]jP
SO mucli that I am afraid {K
will wear out before the em
year. There is no telling vvba j]jp
might do—he might even gi' ®
seniors “A” on English. ^
There is one thing that
wait to see and that is ihe