The Belles of Saint Mary’s
February
24, 1950
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,
N. C., under Act of March 3, 1879.
Suhscriirtion $1.00 a Year
Editor ; Berta Aixen Kuss
Neics Editor Frankie Allen
Feature Editor Martha Nash
Exchange Editor Evelyn Oettinger
Circulation Manager Stella Cobbs
Faculty. Adviser C. A. P. Moore
STAFF
Caroline Cobey, Cynthia Davis, Mar
tha deHart, Eiizabeth Everage, Susan
Friday, Heilig Harney, Mary Ann Hart-
zog, Mimi Lynch, Mary Jane McDowell,
Virginia Mowery, .lulie Nolan, Betty
Ray, Mary Ann Rose, Tonia Rowe,
Eunice Saunders, Mickie Shannon,
Allein White, Alice Wilson, Barbara
■Wooten, Eliza Chipley, Alice May,
Cecile Bickett, Barbara Clark, Shirley
Crenshaw, Jean Lang, Ann McKenzie.
MEMBER OF
N. C. C. P. A.
FUTURE CITIZENS
OR BACKSLIDERS?
Saint Mary’s girls will make good
future citizens. It is tlie duty of
each one of us to ask ourselves if
this statement is true. Our answer
should he based on the result of the
searching and probing for the facts
and evidence which are now present.
Are we aware of what is going on
in the world this week? Were we
aware of what went on in the world
last week ? If so, why were the ma
jority of us silent when Mr. Moore
asked in assembly if there were any
questions we wanted answered on
current events ? Was it that we knew
everything? That is doubtful be
cause at our ages we cannot possibly
understand thoroughly the nation’s
economic policy, defense program,
or labor problems. As good citizens
we should not have been ashamed to
ask aid from one who was better
informed than wc were. Instead we
should have welcomed the opportu
nity to increase our. understanding
of the hajjpenings in our world to
day.
Do we consider the hydrogen
bomb equally as important as our
new spring outfit? If so, why do
some of us know far more about the
new colors, fabrics, and styles than
we know about the underlying j)rin-
cijjles, dangers, and problems of the
hydrogen bomb? ’VYhy is it that
there are more conversations about
clothes than about subjects of world
wide interest ? Is this a desirable'
state of affairs ? The obvious answer
is no, but are we doing anything
about it ?
There have been few student elec
tions ill which every student voted.
This is good evidence that we will
not make good use of our privilege
to vote later. We shudder at the
thought of the United States being
a communistic nation, yet if we do
not use those privileges upon which
democracy is based, can we expect to
keep a good democratic government ?
We have faith enough in our po
tentialities to think that we will
make good future citizens. How
ever, the evidence that we will is
Leonabelle McLamb Spins Witty Tale
Of Life As SMS Switchboard Operator
a gruff
“Brrrrrrrrrr !” The harsh jangle
of the buzzer aroused Leonabelle
with a jerk from her intense pre
occupation with 'True Confessions.
Frantically she yanked and pulled
cords and turned switches. Then in
a calm and supposedly sophisticated
voice she said, “Saint Mary’s
School.”
“Are you listening to your radio ?”
“Why . . . yes,” Leonabelle an
swered not wanting to miss a trick.
“What program are you listening
to?”
Leonabelle decided she’d better ad
mit the truth. “I’m really not listen
ing to the radio. I’m just working
on the switchboard.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. You just
missed winning tw'o cases of Hada-
col.”
“That just couldn’t be. I’m never
lucky about such things.”
“This was your chance of a life
time. What is your name, please?”
“Leonabelle McLamb.”
“Where are you from ?”
“Sulphur Springs.”
“Oh, do you know Sue Johnsou?”
“Why yes, she’s one of my best
friends. Are we really on the
radio ?”
“No, I didn’t have anything to do,
so I decided to find someone to talk
to. I figured that if I called Saint
Mary’s someone had to answer. Are
you working hard ?”
“I’m just waiting for calls and
feeling rather bored. Who are you
anyway?”
“The name’s Bill Baxter. Mind
if I talk to you for a while, or
would you rather be bored?”
“Not at all, provided you’re sure
you won’t he boring.’’
“I’ll do my best. I can usually
keep talking for quite a while given
a little encouragement. Tell me
what you look like. You sound like
a blond.”
“I am, but how could . . . excuse
me a moment; I have a call. Saint
Mary’s School.”
Ode to Mr. S. Agonistes
Oh! Samson Agonistes,
What made you be so dumb ?
What did you have to rely
On that dog-gone skunk Delila ?
As big a boy as you are
Sure ought to know by now.
That a woman ain’t been met yet
That can keej) any sort of secret.
You inusta read about the style
That’s all that,! can see.
Or else you wouldn’t have dare
Let them cut off your hair.
Oh! Samson Agonistes!
You really fiubbed the duh!
But it ain’t no use to blow your
’Cause what’s did is did.
lid
We all do forgive you, though,
’Cause you sho’ did repent.
And the way you used that pillar
Was really a killer-diller.
very poor and slim now.
We owe it to ourselves, our school,
our community, our state, our na
tion, and our world to do a better
job. We are capable of it.
“Gimme third Smedes
voice answered.
“I’m sorry, we can’t ring the halls
until nine-thirty.”
“Well, that’s fine, that’s mighty
fine. 'Thanks a lot. I really appre
ciate that.” An abrupt click ended
the conversation.
Two more lights flashed on and
Leonabelle went to work. “Oper
ator.”
“Outside, please. This is a sen
ior.”
The cords were plugged in. Leona
belle answered the next call, “Saint
Mary’s School.”
“May I speak to Charlotte
Jones ?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t ring her until
nine-thirty.”
“How about Sara Cabell?”
“We can’t call any of the girls.”
“Well, it’s about a quarter to nine
now. I ought to be able to talk to
you until nine-thirty. Do you think
you can stand me for forty-five min
utes ?”
“I’m sure I could, but I’m already
talking to someone else.”
“Sho sure is,” Bill broke in. “Now
you just get off the line and let me
talk to this girl.”
“You’ve been talking to her. Give
me a chance now. After all it’s only
fair to take turns and give the other
fellow a chance.”
“All’s fair in love and war,
this might turn out to be love,
a good boy and hang up.”
“Hey, is that Bill Baxter?”
“Sure! Now don’t tell me . . .
I’ve got it, that’s Stan Carlisle.
How are ya doin’ ? Haven’t seen
you since that big brawl we had
New Year’s Eve. What have you
been doing with yourself?”
“Oh, I’ve been spending most of
my time down at the house with the
fellows. Say, what ever happened
to that blond that was hanging on
to you at the party?”
“I haven’t seen Lulubelle since.
You know, she passed out on me that
night.”
“I wasn’t there when she did, but
I was expecting it any minute.”
“Well, boys, don’t mind me, but
why don’t you two call each other
up and talk instead of using Saint
able to get the feel of it. One or two
begin to get the feel of it eventually,
while their poor partners grow red
in the face.
and
Be
SMS Finds New Love
In Love Magazine*
Visiting ill Sarah xVnne Proctor^
room can be a very enlightening
ma-
day she gave a group of sec'
girls some highly interesting
: • 1 1 ^ . cLp told
terial on love magazines, ^ne
them that the magazines come
that
enougl
without having their pure, nia
thoughts affected. She said that
language and
scenes used in
desc:
accompanied by
cozy pictures.
The names of
very
some
of
these ^
sorbing magazines are : Lovers
Love Lessons, Girts’ Romances,
'Tales, Love Scandals, and
Loves. The latter’s further
title is “Glimpses into the
Secrets of Girls in
less interesting a re the titles ,•
stories: “Heartbreak foi’
“How I Lost the Mail I Love,
False Happiness,” “He Stole
Heart,” “He II y p n o t i z e h/'
Heart!” and “House of Tear*'-
Sarah xVnne suggests this
reading for relaxation or fn'
fort when one is having
lems of her own. She said pt
are always problems siniilm’ jj^;
own in them but the difference
in the fact that the man
story is always easier to siiaie
the man in real life !
Mary’s to
Leonabelle
make
was
neglected.
your coiit*’''j^l
begiiiniiig C
it
“That’s right, I was going
to you, wasn’t I ?” Stan reph®
to
tai’
( tl)*"
“You did say something r’
sort, but I’ll just hook fdi*
each other and take care ot
from the faculty house.”
“Thanks, that will he ^*|**jpt
me back at iiine-thirty an
talk to Charlotte.” . j
“Sure, sure,” Leoiiabelle_?aJ|^g;,pi
a sigh. One tiling about s'Vi
work, something interesting
happens.
Future Ballerinas Look Forward
To Breath-Taking Thursday
Neatly dressed in clean blue suits
and dainty black felt shoes, the girls
in the Thursday morning class rush
happily to the gym. Impatient for
action, they practice jumping ropes
or playing ping-pong until Mrs.
Guess comes out of hiding with her
little black roll book. Then, of
course, a hush falls over the room
and the class is silent as the instruc
tor calls the roll.
Then, raring to go, they quickly
form lines and do calisthenics to the
exotic heat of a tom-tom or the slow,
delicate tunes floating from the
piano. After about ten minutes of
this, they listen with raj>e attention
as Mrs. Guess explains the funda-
is the hop-gallop.
mentals of the latest dance
“Very pit
, , „ -ived P' ’ all
she assures hei aw
merely hop up jt
and gallop a few moment®- jjii'
raceful if
easy,
“You
be much more graceful u
in the leaping position.
by their brisk exercise, the ^
hardly wait to try this
Guess demonstrates it to 1pc
and indeed it d
they ‘”5
Naturally Liz tw|*-^
galloj). She hates to to
Farmer,
easy. First
hop.
and is
She doesn’t think it is
(Coat’d P. 3, Col-
otliet
perience. For instance, the
cond Bolt
and fifteen cent sizes, but she a ^
only seniors were expeneno
to read the fifteen cent
ideB
ribel
live
for
vividly
the more expet^J
magazine were not suitable
freshmen, sophomores, and ]nu ^
Sarah Anne prefers the ten cent
herself because they
tender words and thoughts whic i ®
illustrati'f'
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