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.
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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
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Typist Barrett ProctoB
Photographer Pat Coulteb,
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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.