BELLES OF ST. MARY’S
April 22,
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\cvv marshals for 1066-67 and Assembly Oiairman Linda Stott are pic
tured above. Tlie girls are front row, left to right, Livy Miller, Cliarlotte
Weaver, and Lander Marshall; second row, Rita Daniels, Linda Stott, .lane
I’atrlek (Chief Marslial) and Margaret Isiey.
SMJC Plays In Xei&nis Finals
For the first time in the history of
the school, St. Mary’s advanced be
yond the first round of the Invita
tional Intercollegiate Tennis Tourn
ament and marched to the finals be
fore bowing to Duke.
The Ninth Invitational Intercol
legiate Tournament, held in Chapel
Hill April 16 featured thirteen
schools.
St. Mary’s was the only junior
college represented at the meet.
Two new juniors, Betty Davenport
and Anita Martin, both of Rich
mond, Va., advanced to the quarter
finals in the singles by defeating Ap
palachian State and the University
of North Carolina at Greensboro.
In doubles, two more new juniors,
Cissie Fitzpatrick and Dale Lambdin,
reached the State finals and the right
to play a strong Duke team.
The match between St. Mary’s and
Duke was played on the St. Mary’s
courts on Tuesday, April 19, with a
large crowd from St. Mary’s present.
The Duke girls captured the first
set, 6-3, while the St. Mary’s girls,
leading throughout the set, took the
second one by the same score, 6-3.
However, the Duke team won the
third set, 6-2, and the match to cop
the. State championship.
Aliss Mary Lou Jones, St. Mary’s
physical education teacher was elated
over the accomplishment of the girls
and is looking expectantly to the fu
ture.
“We hope to be able to produce
more tennis players now that we
have gone this far,” she stated.
Tennis on the St. Mary’s campus
has made a remarkable comeback this
year. Miss Jones says that three-
fourths of all girls in her physical
education classes are taking tennis.
To what does she attribute this
new eager interest? “To the new
courts, of course,” she beamed.
THE LIFE OF A COEEEGE GIRT
By Linda C. Gitlitz
Ed. Note; This poem is included in
the "Poetry Corner" of this issue of THE
LOG, magazine of the United States
Naval Academy.
The life of a college girl is filled
with fear.
It’s loving a boy who isn’t here.
It’s waiting for mail, a word from
him;
An empty mail box, often dark and
dim.
It’s looking at a picture and seeing
his face;
Wishing you could feel his warm
embrace.
It’s marking the dark days on the
calendar above.
Waiting for a vacation when you'll
see your love.
It’s nights of worry and little sleep.
An ache in your heart that cuts so
deep.
It’s a long Saturday night wonder
ing if he’s true;
If he’s out with someone else or
thinking of just you.
It’s reading his letters, your eyes
filled with love;
It’s making a wish on the bright
stars above.
It’s hearing a song you once listen
ed to.
It s words and memories, again you
are blue.
It’s plans and ideas that haunt you
every night;
Wishing and praying that what you
do is right.
It’s writing to say I love you, and
I’m well
And leaving unsaid that life with
out him is hell.
You’re wondering what he is doing
each and every day.
And wishing you were with him for
ever to stay.
It’s writing of the fun you’re hav
ing, but yet
Not giving a damn for any other
boy you’ve met.
You go home again prepared for a
date.
Your hands are trembling and you
can hardly wait.
It’s the l(K)k in his eyes, as he stands
at the door
And then you know it was worth
waiting for.
Then again it must end and you
start for the door;
You wipe your eyes and tears start
to jx)ur.
The hour has come and again you
must part;
You go back to college, but you
leave him with your heart.
IF NOTHING ELSE-HIT NEW YOBS
By Molly Richardson
There are five vacations per year
at St. Mary’s; more than likely, each
girl stays here at least two years, al
lowing herself ten vacations. Whether
she is a two, three, or four-year-girl,
there is one special thing that each
St. Mary’s girl should do before leav
ing our Hallowed Halls . . . She
MUST go to New York for Easter
Vacation with Mr. Tate. It is an un
forgettable experience.
There were two busloads of St.
Mary’s girls that went on this long-
anticipated excursion. Mrs. Stamey,
Miss Ross, Mrs. Tate, and three Tate
Children entertained us beautifully,
and the bus ride was not bad at all.
Flowever, all of the excited journey-
ers were a bit weary when we finally
reached the New York Hilton. We
perked up when we saw this mag
nificent place that was to be our
abode for six glorious days. Poor Mr.
Tate was still scurrying around that
first night at 4; 00 a.m. trying to find
lost trunks and trying to find out
why we were not all on the same
floor.
The next day was filled with ex
citement as we tried desperately to
act as New Yorkers, rather than lost
North Carolinians who were at times
unable to find Fifth Avenue! (How
ever, all we had to do was ask for
directions, and our false identity was
revealed.) The days varied for every
one. Some would go to the Stock
Market, others would go to a Mat
inee or the Ballet, while most would
go to the elegant stores and shop.
One day Mr. "Tate took some girls to
the Four Seasons Restaurant. At
night we w'ent to plays, to disco
theques, to high-class restaurants, to
Greenwich Village, and to any other
places which looked challenging.
The most popular restaurants with
the St. Mary’s girls were Trader
Vic’s, Mama Leone’s. Sardi's, and
Tad s Steak House. There were sev
eral plays seen, such as “Barefoot in
the Park,” “Sweet Charity,” “Marat
de Sade,” “On a Clear Day You Can
See Forever, ” and others.
Naturally, w'ith a group as diverse
and large as ours, there were many
incidents and experiences that will
long be remembered. One example
is the night that Mr. Tate and fifteen
girls took a tour of Greenwich
Village until the wee hours of the
morning. At first they were em
barrassed at being in such a large
group and being categorized as “typ
ical tourists,” but soon it b
funny, not only to them but al
the Villagers.
Another night Barbara Tho>
decided to go to bed earlier -
usual and she put a “Maid is
ing” sign on her door. Her othei_
roommates, Cissie Hobgood an”
san Gilbert, came in later, surf
to see that according to the S
Maid was cleaning their room,
went into their room and saw 3
with long, dark hair in a bed. 1
fled to think that a stranger^
taken a nap in their room, they);
ed downstairs to find the FIoUS"‘
tective. When Barbara awoke
she found a great deal of acti'i
her room and two surprised
mates. ;
On Easter many of the St.
girls went to St. Thomas' Catlr?'
Afterw'ards we walked down'
Avenue in the Easter Parade- ^
Somehow we all made it bHi
St. Mary’s six nights later.
was not a word spoken on thp
trip back . . . only occasional sili;
Sadly to say, the trip has no|T
ed for Mr. Tate. He is still tryid
coax girls into paying their ^
bills which amounted to unbeli®
amounts.
Indeed, going to New Yorlta
is an unforgettable experiencew
thrilling (if you are awake wh^'^w
come into the City at 2:OOfc
that first night); it is frighten!"
the next day you try to finder
way around New York with onlfir
other person who has never beeBi
of North Carolina before); ij T
citing (if you walk in Greenwiclfi
lage at 3:00 a.m. and theJw
houses are still overflowing wijfes
avid LSD-buyers); it is expens"
you order Room Service for'
meal); it is exhausting (if you ‘
walk to Wall Street in high'b
it is frustrating (if you have ref
your order for two hot dogs,
way, and the waitress still do"^^
know what you want); it is der
(if you find at the end of the tr‘
one person has tried to pick
it is UNFORGETTABLE!' w:
Never could we have had " fo
successful Vacation, and we "'is
indebted to Mr. Tate for mii'''H
possible for us to go. The le";
can do, besides reimbursing Iji
to influence all the other St.
girls who have never expericijTc
Tate New York trip to go badth
vear
with
us!
Kditurs for St. .Mary’s piihliratioiis in I066-67 iiirliido >Iar){iir t .J
Handbook >lltor: Sally Hurst. .MI SK .slitor and Molly Rirliard.son,
olltor. Al>sent from tlu- ]>irtur- was .Anna Holbr«M)k,' .slltor of Hu'