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:■ ( 1 Page 2 QUEENS BLUES January 19, 1935 QUEENS BLUES AND WHO IS THIS STUDENT? Member North Carolina Collegiate Press Association Founded by the Class of 1922 Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of Queens-Chicora College Subscription Rate: $2.50 the Collegiate Year Campus Comment STAFF Betty Manning Editor-in-Chief Margaret Gilliam Business Manager Agnes Stout, M.A., Ph.D Faculty Advisor EDITORIAL Anne Batten ..Assistant Editor Martha Ware Pitts News Editor May Lebby Smith Feature Editor Louise Holland Exchange Editor Margaret Trobaugh Society Editor Dorothy Ehrhardt Alumnae Editor Virginia Senn Sports Editor Margaret True Day Student Editor M/ry Louise Davidson Assistant Day Student Edito Jean Stough Circulation Manager Caroline Wharton Assistant Circulation Manager Virginia Senn and Mary Lindsay Copy Readers Elizabeth Maynard and Roberta Kilgore Proof Readers Catherine Jordan^- Elizabeth Sullivan Rose Ellen White. BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Reporters Martha May Asbury, Mary Currie, Sarah Hunnsucker, Elizabeth Faison. Helen Stroupe, Frances Query, Mary El'zabeth Moore, Frances Sellers, Georgia Underwood, Sarah Lily Liles, Thornburn Lillard, Frences Miller, Hazel Ritch, Eugenia Laff-tte, Nancy Timberlake EXAMINATIONS “What’s to be, is to be.’’ So runs the old adage, and that might jrst as well be used for the foundation of our attitude about Examina tions. People grow tired of hearing about attitudes, but then, they ready do need one to survive Examinations with comparatively com- placity. All students hate them, even loathe them, and quaking in their mental boots, await the doomed hour. That really might be termed this fatal method. Let’s TRY to be scientific about Examination Week this year. None of us like those hours of study and hard work. The pro fessors do not like to give them. But—Examinations have to be. They are an essential in the modern educational program and have been abolished by only a few schools. Queens-Chicora has not abolished Examinations, because it has not yet been conclusively proved that another method is more effective. So—one point for us is that Examinations must do some good for us. They do good even though we do not pass the Examination, for they teach us how to face difficulties and “come through.” Then, too, we might remember that Examinations are not a mean trick that the faculty plays on us. They are given neither for mean ness nor for spite. The one way that spite can get in the situation is through the way that we treat ourselves by not eating and sleeping dur ing the period and by staying in a mental “grip.” So suppose we be a bit more cheerful next week. Let’s remember to smile. Let’s not forget that there are other things besides Exami nations to talk about. And let’s everyone pass ours! It would be such a lovely “gift” to Dr. Blair. PUBLIC OPINION Public opinion—it can make or it can break. That is true in every phase of Lfe which concerns the public as a whole—or concerns a great part of it, or holds the interest of the public. Everyone can cite end less examples of the fates of political moves and programs that have flourished or died, because of the attitude of the public—the opinion of the public. We know of cases where the life of a person has been p-avely changed when, after being in the public’s eye, that person has incurred the enmity of the public’s opinion. There are still other cases of people being condemned in the public’s opinion as soon as such persons have come in the limelight. What better example can one quote of the influence of public opin ion on the life of a man than the Hauptmann Case. Only a very minute number of people in America knew of the German before the kidnap njoney was found in his garage. Yet today the eye of the Nation is on him—the whole world is watching his fate. And a vast number of people have decided that he is the kidnaper of the Lindberg baby. Papers have even adopted a biased view of the case. I am not saying that their attitudes are deliberate, but the reporters are writing of the case in a way that will show up the defense in a poorer light. And in the lace of that public opinion, twelve people have to determine the fate of that man. The world is wondering if—regardless of the outcome of the evidence—public opinion will rule. And—as a thought—public opinion of the student determines the fate of measures and plans on this campus. Perhaps we do not realize the fact, but by the way we act, the way we think and talk, we make the possible and impossible come true. It is true that we alone can make this college what it is to be or what it might be by the way we support the officers of administration and the student government. And what is even more true, the opinion of the students—whether the stu dents support a program or not—is the thing which creates the spirit on the campus, which in turn makes the college. She’s different, unusually individual, this Queens student of whom I am thinking. She's I’keable, loveable, and a “true-blue” friend, a pal to every girl on the campus. She’s gay. And, unlike so many of us, she sees every bit of fun which might exist. She loves to tell jokes. Indeed she accumulates the pointless kind, but she doesn’t like “puns.” But this gay person has a serious and studious side, too. She seems to have a “hankering'’ fer t’eose subjects which most people con sider impossible. One might say she plans to travel extensively in Europe if the number of languages she takes is an indication. One might also predict with reasonable accuracy that she will do research work in her later life. And this versatile, likeable person is capable as well. She holds several important offices on the campus. So fine is the opinion which many students have of her that already she is being considered for one of the major offices in Student Government next year. The one thing, however, that to my mind is most striking about her is her friendly nature. I’ve seen her make real sacrifices to help girls on this campus. She’s the type person who does a great work without the aid of balyhoo. And another cue as to her identity—she has hair that is like her— gay and individual. Her eyes are laughing at the world. She doesn’t dress up. She’s nonchalent about her clothes, which are black or gen erally some shade of blue. Blue is a typical color for her. It belongs to her—even her eyes are blue. Who is this student? You know her. Indeed she will probably be telling you a j.,ke in five minutes—and enjoy it as much as you. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is Claire Hazel. JUST SO MUCH INK Some time ago I introduced through the medium of this column a person whom I believe to be a poet of the first school. I mean Sara Corpening. This week I in troduce another such animal. I '.0 not believe, however, that the poetry Clitics would call her that, indeed, I hate to think what they vouid call her. What strikes rne is ihs fact that I, myself, am the person of whom and to whom she writes. Who knows, I may go down n history as another Dark Woman. This new eighth wonder of the .vo''ld is Peggy Mitchell, and the rerses (there are only two, thank goodness) are here published for the first time. The world’s unbalanced So are you— Just to think of it Makes me blue. And again she comes back with such as this: So, no longer can I bear it You are such a sap I think I’ll use a pistol And wipe you off the map. Continuing with “Things I Never tCncw ’Till Now” with all due apologies to Walter Winchell: That Dante Gabriel Rossetti buried in the grave of his young wife the manuscript of a book of poems which he afterwards was vailed upon to have exhumed and published. That Eugene O’Neill is harder to interview than any other writer. That Charles Lamb hissed louder than any else at the first night of ! the Germans his play Mr. H. I her? That Hel.um gas will make the deepest Basso sing Tenor. The height of Ignorance: The announcer of a Hill Billy radio pro gram recently introduced a num ber by saying that it was Italian; and ha could not pronounce it. He thought, however, we would lecog- nize it any way. And recognize it I did The piece was Duke El lington’s Mood Indigo. I am glad to welcome into the Anecdote Club two new members. The first is Ruth Freeman who sends in one of Whistler’s cutting retorts. “It seems that a patronizing young lord was seated opposite th celebrated painter at dinner on evening. During a lull in the con versation he adjusted his monocle and leaned forward in the direc tion of the artist. “And y’knrw, Mr. Wh’stlar-’ he drawled, “I passed your house this mawning.” “Thank you,” said Whistler, “Thank you very much.” The second new member is Nan Kelly. She sends in the following: “They were discussing the rela tive position of various countries as mus-cal centers. Germany seemed to have the most notaries much to the evident displeasure of one excitable Italian. “Italy is turning out the most musicians and has always turned out the most,” he said. “Ach Gott!” exclaimed one of “Can you blame THE HONOR SYSTEM Just why we should have to begin talking about and bolstering up our Honor System just before Examinations is a mystery. We have an Honor System here. At least we have the rudiments of one Why do we not develop it vigorously? Why do we not make it such a vital thing that we will never need to “pep talk” it? Why? Here is the answer: The system, the idea of it does not mean enough to the indiv’dual student. Like everything else the sys tern cannot be developed and vita’ized by the work °of a ’few—Dr Frazer, Grover, Dr. Blair, and Dot. The growth, the development the reality of the Honor System has to come through everyone of usLthe ' udents. It IS not an impossib’e thing to achieve. It may be difficult to develop, but the easy road is for cowards. Why not make this an all- t.me resolut on for all Queens’ girls ?—Queens Students Live In Strict Accordance With Their Honor System? Other colleges live so. Queens can do likewise. TREND OF COLT EGIATE THOUGHT Studies are the important things in college life after all—or so it would seem from a resolution made by the National Student Federation -f Amei ca at its tenth annual meeting held in Boston recently The congress suggested that a body of students aid in selecting the cuir.culum that would best help and appeal to the students of the col- ^ge.^ It further stated that the interest in the curriculum shou’d excel JSte'rnireicTubrr^-"^"^^ ^ other organizations discussing the question of curriculum versus extra-curr.cular activities have come to the same conclusion. Perhaps they are ri^ght The more knowledge a student obtains in collegTthe more capable leader he will be later on. ^ ’ It’s queer how quickly one falls back into the usual grind. Every one seems to have experienced the same feeling of never having gone to college during the holidays, but as soon as we wearily answered “present” in trig, we were con vinced that there had been no Christmas! And you realize that you might live until May, after all. I know, that when I rode by Queens .going to and from some holiday gatherings, the college was a detached part of Charlotte that had never touched on my horizon. Nothing about it looked familiar. Indeed, it took on new beauty, which had eluded me before. The dark red ,brick with touches of vel vet green made of Burwcll a state ly mansion. A.t dusk the view of Morrison through the shady cam pus facing Selwyn avenue remind ed me of legendary castles framed in shadows. On the Wednesday on which we left for the holidays I fulfilled one of my wildest and very foolish longings, I had decided about five o’clock Wednesday afternoon to strip the sorority tree of its tinsel and balls. It was growing dark as I went into Burwell in search of Elizabeth for some keys. Ap parently she had gone, as had the dean and Dr. Frazer. What an opportunity! The dark old halls, now empty, would echo beautifully. Here w^as my chance. I was stand- -ng between the psychology and English rooms and without further deliberation joyfully threw my hat on the floor and raced madly down the hall, shriking wildly, calling, shouting to Elizabeth, the deans, Dr. Frazer, and my instructors. And having left dignity complete ly out of the scene, I dropped the formal manner of address, and gleefully screamed their Christ'an names. But oh—terrible thought! As I reached the history room I stopped abruptly, remembering Aunt Maggie and Uncle Ben up stairs. Feeling extremely foolish and small, I crept out the back door and flew to the friendly little sorority house. The absence of certain person alities robs an environment of much of its charm and friendly air. And the temporary loss is felt keenly. The new year at Queens cannot begin rightly until Dr. Blair is back in her office, waving to students in the hall, while mentally mapping out new cultural programs for Queens every day. It’s not only that Dr. Blair is missing, but a definite part of Queens is also missing. I sincerely hope that by the time this column is read, you can laugh and say—“Pshaw—that’s old news— Dr. Blair’s been back.” I can’t wait to see the next two ssues of the Queens Blues. You know, they’re to be put out by the freshmen and sophomores who are competing for a prize. Besides taking a load off our shoulders, it will enable the “cubs” to find new talent which they will surely need next year. These issues never fail to produce surprising jour- nalist.c talents. The freshmen are going to give the sophomores a lose chase and plenty to talk about, I believe. ^ 4: You can’t possibly find time to read any more of this because, mV dears, exams are just around the week-end.
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