False Glitter Has Taken The ^^Chrisf^ Out of Christmas ’Twas The Week Before Christmas In a few days the Christmas holidays, a round of parties, and fun will begin. Perhaps, some of us will have a white Christmas with all the thrill of snowball fights and snowmen. There will be mistletoe over the door, stockings hung on the mantle, blue lights, green lights, silver orna ments, gold stars, and the smell of cedar and spruce. Days will be filled with last minute shopping, Christmas cards, and gayly wrapped presents. The families will gather for the traditional feast, supplemented with fruit cake and egg nog. The children will have their Santa Claus and spend all day playing with their new toys. These toys will probably end up in a corner along with other discarded playthings. Christmas is full of tinsel and glitter, but the gold has worn off. Christmas is the time of the year that was set aside by Christians to celebrate the birth of Christ. Gradually other customs arose among the people in addition to the primary celebration of the Church. As the years have passed, the Church and its thanksgiving for the Christ Child have been lost in the struggle. How many of you go to Church on Christmas day and offer your thanksgiving to God? The Christ has been taken out of Christmas and replaced by the “X” which represents the glittering and somewhat tarnished American vision of Christmas. It should be not only our duty to remedy this situation but also our desire to make Christmas live again in the true sense of the word. Belles of St. Mary’s JOAXXE FAKLOWE Town: Raleigh. xVge; 19. Hair: brown. Eyes : greenish-brown. Always called: Joanne. Always seen: cranuuing. Always heard : ‘‘Really?” Pet peeve; messy diapers. Favorite food : pistachio nuts. Favorite frat: USJIC. Ambition : to graduate. Prediction : the "Oid Lady in the Shoe.’ BETSY HARGRAVE Town; I’etersburg, Va. Age: 18. Hair: dark brown. Eyes: hazel. Always called: Betsy. Always seen : writing letters. Always heard : “Jly gosh, Patricia.” I’et peeve ; noise wlien sleeping. Favorite food: lobster. Favorite frat; Sigma Chi. Ambition : to pass Psycliology. Prediction : in mental institution. DOROTHY HARLEY Town : Columbus, Ga. Age: 18. Hair: black (turning white). E.ves : brown. Always called: “Worm.” Always seen : drawing biology j)ictures. Alwa.vs heard: “Surely.” Pet peeve: biology lab. Favorite food : apple sauce sandwiches. Favorite frat: Kappa Sig. Ambition : to sack at 11 :(X) p.m. Prediction: a dancer. KIM HATCHER Town: Raleigh. Age: 19. Hair: blond. Eyes: blue. Always called: “Kim.” Always seen : at Sally’s house. Always heard : “But I don’t want to go to the library.” Pet peeve: Carolyn’s good grades. Favorite food: potato chips. Favorite frat: I’m not particular. Ambition : Are you kidding? Prediction : better grades than Caro lyn’s. RARB.4RA HARWOOD Town: Winston-Salem. Age: 18. Hair: brown. Eyes: green. Always called: Harwood. Always seen : playing bridge. Alwa.ys heard: “Really !” I’et peeve: Marines. Favorite food : shrimp creole. Favorite frat: Pika. Ambition: the altar. Prediction : old maid math teacher. WEEZIE HILL Town: Winston-Salem. Age: 19. Hair: brown. Eyes : brown. Always called: “Pebbles.” Always seen : brushing her teeth. Always heard : smacking in her sleep. Pet peeve: Black. Favorite food : chicken trainwreck. Favorite frat: Clii Psi. Ambition: doctor’s wife. Prediction : spastic. CTA^S - ii 00 [.oek uihftt-ht'o ao+ +o>“ u-s , i v I"* H! The Belles ’Twas the week before Christmas, and all ’round the grove. Three hundred fair creatures were ready to rove. All English Lit books were stacked by the bed; ’Twas sure that we knew not one word that they said. The girls to the library had headed, to read, Now that’s what I call a chivalric deed! I in my bathrobe, my roomie unclad Had just after lunch flopped down on the “pad,” When out on back campus, there arose such a mirth, I crawled from the “sack” to see what on earth. I tore open the window, and threw back the screen. And the likes of such I’ve never seen! For my “wandering” bloodshot eyeballs I cast On fifty or more boys just havin’ a blast. And there was ole Santa as big as could be; I knew in a moment it must be a SPE. He was garbed all in red from his head to his boot. And lo! He was hauling a sack-full of loot. IMore rapid than lizards his brothers they followed. And they yelled and they screamed and they whooped and they hollowed! Now my roomie and I were still OF ST. MARY’S Published every two weeks during school year by the student body St, Mary’s Junior College. Entered as second class matter De cember 7, 1914, at Post Office, Raleigh. X. C„ under Act of March 3, 1879. Subscription $1.00 a Year Editor Jane White Assistant Editor Joanne FarloWE News Editor Dickie Robinson Feature Editor DeeDee DeVebe Headline Editor Ann Bonneb Copyreader Margaret Hamilton Circulation J/anajer....Patricia HusKE Business Manager Libby Gregory Exchange Editor .Tane IbbY Cigarette Manager Legare Hobbs Typist Barrett ProctoB Photographer Pat Coulteb, Jenny Whitehurst, Millie FabY- Cartoonist Xancy BlacE Adviser C. A. P. MoobE sorta’ dense And the whole exhibition ju't didn’t make sense. Then over to Holt they shot like a flash. (I was hoping they wouldn’t cl° anything rash.) Then suddenly, Santa, without saying naught. Started giving out the presents that he had brought. This made the girls happy, (I’k make no bones). And they also brought a gift to S. E. .Tones. Then he sprang to his car, and hi^ brothers came after And away they all flew in the mid-* of the laughter. But ’ere they “hot-rodded” off) there came to my ear “IMerry Christmas to all, and ^ Happy New Year!” Song Titles That Suggest I Sau' Mama Kissing Santa . . . when? ? ? Jingle Bells . . . those same ok bells. Budolph The Red Xose Reinde^’ . . . Barry’s friend-boy. Santa, Baby . . . just fill our stock' mgs. White Christmas . . . those clouo i overhead. Frosty The Snowman . . . studeu*® j in Mr. !Moore’s class. Blue Christmas . . . for girls i don’t have dates. 1 Silent Xight... not the night befo’ we leave. ril Be Home For Christmas ■ ■ thank goodness. . Home For The Holidays . . . not m Parties Make The World Go i?oU' ^ . . . not a Christmas Song, o ^ j it describes the situation 1^' • fectly. . ^ Here Comes Santa Claus • • • -.f didn’t make it to the SeU' Banquet. Winter Wonderland . . . home. ,. All I TT’unt /or Christmas Is Two Front Teeth . . . bask® ball team.