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November 15, 1940
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Founded by the Class of 1922
Published Weekly by the Students of Queens College,
Subscription Rate: $2.50 the Collegiate Year
Ann Golden Editor in Chief
Ann Mauldin Business Jilanuger
Miss Lauea Tillett Faculty Adviser
Nelle Bookout. Associate Editor
Annette McIver. Associate Editor
Idrienne Levy Managing Editor
Mary Jane Hart Feature Editor
Harriette Scoggin Society Editor
Flora Macdonald Sports Editor
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Gloria Coppala Exchange Editor
Elizabeth Isaacs Poetry Editor
Maurine Latta, Lucille Wayland, Kathreen Massie,
Margaret Powell, Marion Miller, Louise Blue, Pete
Munroe, Mary Thomas Carswell, Mary Webster, Har
riette McDowell, Ruth Kilgo, Nancy Jane Dandridge,
Elsie Kennedy, Dorothy Raley, Mary Jane MacFadyen.
Lib Summerville —- Auditor
Norma Humphries Jfational Advertising Manager
Esther Vause Assistant National Adv. Manager
Lalla Marshall. Advertising Manager
Inez Fulbrioilt. Collection Manager
Betty Love Circulation Manager
Mary Heilig McDow, Nancy Isenhour, Eleanor
Lazenby, Harriette Henderson, Helen Hendley, Gail
Griffith, Margaret Brown, Elizabeth Killough, Mary
Harriette Hurst, Laura Odom, June Childs, Helen
Vogel, Terry Mosteller, Mildred Taylor, June Burks,
Winnie Shealy, Leakie Wyatt, Ruth Civil, Helen Lisk,
Joan Arrowood, Virginia Womack, Marjorie Imbody.
Dorothy Harms, Esther Vause, Nancy Gaston, Elsbeth
Burnham, Boots Bowen, Martha Penland, Louisa Mc
Lean, Katherine Langerhans.
Carolyn Williams, Kitty Sue Harvin, Eloise Bane,
Mary Mason, Julia Miller, Sara Holliman, Jean Rourk,
Franz Rummel, Alice Clark.
Inspires England on to
Final Victory For World
The civilized world watches with breatldess
anxiety the life and death struggle between Great
Britain and Germany today. Everyone knows,
including the Germans, that it is not merely a
peerless navy that must be conquered. There is
something much more subtle and difficult—an in
vincible spirit and a patriotism that has stood the
test of many centuries. A vast territory of con
quered peoples—the free republic of France and
many other liberty-loving nations—are looking
in desperation to the British Empire for release.
The courage of those English people under attack
incites the wonder and admiration of our world.
On many former occasions Britain has been the
object of attack by foreign powers, and as we
watch her today and are thrilled by her spirit of
resistance, we can trace that spirit back to her
earliest history. The Empire Claudius, in the
first century of our era, set up Roman standards
on that island fortress, but like Hitler, he found
a hard task, for even then there was a great dis
play of high spirit and national pride.
The Roman historian, Tacitus, in writing the
biography of his father-in-law, who was Roman
governor in Britain, records a speech made by a
brave Scottish leader, Calcagus.
“These plunderers of the earth, after other
lands have failed them, are now searching the sea.
If the enemy be rich, they exact tribute; if poor,
they exact homage—men whom neither the orient
nor the Occident will have satisfied. They alone
of all men are greedy for wealth and poverty
with equal lust. They rob, they massacre, they
plunder, they give false names to power, and
where they make soltitude, they call it peace.
Britain is daily buying her own servitude, daily
By MARION HARGROVE
Feature Editor of The Charlotte News
The Queens student body’s ban on silk stock
ings should have far-reaching effect on the stu
dent body, on us boys down at the horse-shoe
pitchery and on the ultimate success or failure
of civilization, such as it is.
First and most obvious effect will be the be
clouding of life for newspaper columnists who
stand on windy street-corners and ride on busses.
The added eye-strain to determine whether a
seam in a cotton stocking is straight should make
rheumy eyes even rheumier. (Please print puns
legibly in margin.)
No longer can they speak sadly about girls
with silk hose not sitting on the length-wise seats
,of busses. No longer can they rhapsodize cynical
ly over outrageous shades of red.
It seems deeply tragie that this cruel blow
should befall the venerable C. A. Paul of The
Nett'S at a time when he is confined to his home
to fight the ravages of chicken-pox.
Makers of fingernail polish will feel the weight
of Queens’ decision. Tons and tons of tinted
banana oil, which under happier circumstances
would be engaged in the noble work of stopping
runs, will languish away on drug store shelves.
Our little friend the mouse, already relegated
to a dull and empty life since the upward climb
of women’s skirts, will find life even more futile.
It has been established by this time that girls
in cotton stockings are unshaken by the wee
sleekit tim’rous beastie and use chairs for sitting
Some of the more ghoulish of the self-styled
Weaker Sex will turn their warped and fiendish
brains to knitting their own. stockings. Then
happy youth, who so far has escaped this most
diabolic of all satanic visitations, will know what
pain can be. They will become holders of yarn.
People in the higher income brackets (twelve
dollars a week and up) will shiver throughout the
winter or be forced to burn the frame of grand
father’s portrait when the nation’s coal resources
are drained by the spinners of nylon.
Those poor poor little ladies who don’t like nylon
will meet a hideous fate. Where a subjugated
father once could be depended on to part with a
Good American Dollar from time to time, only
vaguely wondering how silk hosiery could manage
to disintegrate so quickly, now his ocular apple
will be forced to supplement her finances at thirty
cents a tap.
May her hideous fate serve as a lesson to her
The Japanese are troublesome little swine.
feeding it. Now muster up your courage, you
who love glory and you who find safety dear. . . .
Let us, safe and fierce, bearing arms for liberty,
not for repentance, show by our very first move
that we are men whom Britain has set apart for
Dread and awe are weak bonds and when they
have been removed, men who have ceased to fear
will begin to hate. Most of the men have no
country to defend or are fighting for one not their
own. The gods have put before us an army, few
in number, panic stricken by their ignorance of
the country, beholding a sky, a sea, and forests,
all strange. . . . Let us find our strength now on
the battlefield of this enemy. Britons will see
their chance; the Gauls will remember their former
liberty; the other Germans will desert the Romans
as the Usipians so recently did. . . .
“On this side is a leader and an army; on that,
tributes and mines and penalties of servitude. You
must choose these this day or be avenged at once.
As you march out now upon the battlefield, re
member those who gave you birth and those whom
you shall bear.’’
A spirit like this can never be conquered.
England will stand as she always has. Through
out the years, she will remain the Queen of Na
tions ! Long live England and her patriotism!
It Looks Like Rain
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The girl with a ‘■‘true voice,” a de
termination that cannot be excelled,
a sense of humor that puts Bob Hope
in a cellar and locks the only exit,
the ability that it takes to fall over
everyone and everything, the editor of
our up-and-coming young newspaper,
the one who can really lose sleep
without even knowing it, and the girl
who has a love for “Carolina Com
munity,” or at least some of its in
habitants: we give you Editor Ann
Louise Golden! Rather we present
her to you, for we wouldn’t give her
up for the world!
On a bleak day in November, 1922,
in fact, November 3, Ann was pre
sented to her proud father. Rich
mond, Virginia, claims the honor of
her birthplace, but we feel that she
really belongs to Queens. Her home
is now in Carthage where her father
is a Presbyterian preacher. Here she
has only one sister to share her par
Despite her many extra-curricular
activities. Golden has time to main
tain a high scholarship average, thus
making not only hCr parents - and the
Dean of Instruction proud, but Alpha
Gamma Delta, too. Her versatility is
shown by her many activities such
as editor of the Queens Blues, sec
retary of the Spectator Club, mem
ber of the junior volleyball team, a
capella choir, and choral club.
Friends of Ann’s are easy to find;
enemies, if there are any, are com
pletely camouflaged. And too, “Hint,
hint, boys—she’s even domestic and
loves to sew.”
Her likes are so numerous and her
dislikes so scant that I can’t even
name them all. However, spinach,
the most detestable dish of all dishes,
is one of her greatest likes. Black
dresses, horse races, football games
(is it the games or the players,
Ann?), stooges, singing, galoshes, and
cheese rank very high, but possibly
her special love for snake-skin shoes
should come first. The only dislike
I was able to get out of ber was
All in all, Ann has what it takes
to make us know that she is worthy
of being called a Queen at Queens!
She is our choice for campus choice,
so here’s a toast for you to keep
on racing your motor, hud’n, hud’n!
Mr. David Ovens, manager of J. B.
Ivey & Co., spoke in chapel Friday,
November 8. The subject of his
informal address was “Can You
“The girls who come to the end
of their life as a success,” said
Mr. Ovens, “are those who can take
it; take the rap, the discouragements,
the disillusionments, the setbacks,
the hardships, and all. Success never
comes the easy way.
Mr. Ovens referred to the English
people who are “taking it” today.
He praised their courage and spirit
in facing the death and destruction
that comes out of the night. “What
would ha])})en to the rest of the world
if the British people could not take
it on the chin?” he asked.
“Looks? You don’t have to have
them to get any where. Brains,
energy, youth; you have to sacrifice
these to get somewhere, and this in
vestment will outweigh looks every
time. Chance? There are books,
magazines, good entertainment, and
a chance to make something of your
self everywhere, if you’ll pay the
price to get it.”
Here Are Some
Have You Noticed:
The lack of curly hair during
damp weather? . . . the clicking
needles of Mary Martha Nixon, who
is fast becoming a “knit”-wit? . . . the
pennies in Diana’s bath tub? (I do
believe she’s being paid not to talk!)
. . . Katherine Massey's unique
glasses ? . . . the patriotic spirit
ekistent on our campus? It is
especially noticeable in the eyes of
those who cram the next before a
quiz . You know, “red,” white and
blue? . . . how make-up can trans
form most of our appearances? . . .
the song “You Forgot About Me,”
which is sure to be number one
hit? . . . the number of jitterbugs
we have this year? . . . the lull in
conversation since the election is
over? (Guess we'll all go back to
the war situation again.)
Whatever Became Of:
Small pocket-books . . . Willkie
buttons? . . . knee-length hose? . . .
quiet evenings at home? and fireside
chats? . . . Davidson-Queens Day?
. . . Sonja Henie? . . . Driving
School? . . . shy girls? . . . “Deep
Purple” (the song) ? . . . the Dead
End Kids? . . . Peace? . . . the
popularity of the Queens Grill?
. . . quilting parties? . . . hope
chests? Could it be that the war
has killed all hope? . . .
Walter Winchell very aptly ex
pressed the election returns in this
way: Roosevelt, 2-4-,363,798 votes.
Willkie, 99,999,999 buttons. . . . Miss
Hutcheson has very kindly offered
her services as a notary public to
everyone at Queens.
Parting Shot: (Read somewhere
between the bookends.)
“Isn’t the English language funny?”
said one young fellow to another.
“You can tell a girl that time stands
still when you look into her face, but
just tell her that her face would
stop a clock, and boy! you can have
the consequences, because I don’t
SHAKESPEARE FOR A QUEEN
1. “Her voice was ever soft.
Gentle and low—an excellent
thing in woman.”
2. “Ever precise in promise-keep
—Measure for Measure.
3. “No legacy is so rich as honesty.”
—Alps Well That Ends Well.
■I. “There are no tricks in plain and
5. “Love thyself last; cherish those
hearts that hate thee.”
—King Henry VIII.
6. “Here comes the lady! O, so
light a foot
Will ne’er wear out the everlast
—Romeo and .Juliet.
7. “Give it an understanding, but
8. “Costly thy habit as thy purse
But not expressed in fancy; rich,
9. “Thou art thy mother’s glass, and
she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her
10. “To thine own self be true.
And it must follow, as tbe night
Thou canst not then be false to