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QUEENS BLUES
April 19, 1941
QUEENS BLUES
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Alice Pavne Editor-in-Chief
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Lib Isaacs Feature Editor
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Lydia Munroe Poetry Editor
Gloria Coppola Exchange Editor
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REPORTERS
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Catherine Green, Lucy Hassell, Mary Martha Nixon,
Jean Welsh, Jeanne Love, Ruth Edmiston, Virginia
Sloop, Ruth Civil, Nelle Bookout.
TYPISTS
Ruth Baker, Betty Bloom, Charlotte Williams,
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Democracy
Is A Challenge To The
Loyalty of Our Students
Today as never before democracy is threat
ened. What change in. social order has brought
this about? Just as feudalism and anarchism
have become outmoded, democracy seems to
be nearing a similar fate. It seems to have
proved unsuccessful in meeting adequately
many social and political problems of today.
Yet in the evolutionary development of gov
ernments it is the most Christian principle
ever applied. Only under this system have
men learned to respect the rights of others,
defend the weak, and uphold the ideals of
liberty and above all happiness.
But at the present time militarism and a
savage .selfishness are choking the life out of
our system. Why? The answer is clear.
Totalitarianism has created a confirmed belief
in its cause. The principles of condemnation
of the rich and unfair equality are instilled
deep into the hearts of its disciples. These
elements stifle individual progress and national
advancement. They exist, however, under
a well-organized military machine with a pur
pose and a' will to obtain its goal.
America hates to face these- facts; she
would rather believe only in peace, prosperity,
and her ideals. But she must act; a passive
nation has never attained or even maintained
any goal. We must have a dynamic, stimulat
ing belief in our cause. Never have such
ideals of democracy been more needed than
they are today. We must each have in our
hearts a love for and an earnest belief in the
ideals of democracy. We must feel them and
live by them. We must be prepared not only
with armaments, but also with a driving will
to deliver liberty from the bonds of totali
tarianism. The purpose of truth and right
can overcome the ignorance of mass, brute
force. Each of us must feel the importance
of our link in the chain of national unity. We
must be willing to support it with our whole
hearted strength to obtain the security of
liberty.
As ever, America stands for the liberty
that only peace and happiness for all man
kind can achieve. We must dare to believe
the right; we must dare to act upon these con
victions. hor only then will the blessings
which we now placidly hope for be accorded
unto us after an ardent struggle in the name
of democracy. May we each be glad to ac
cept this challenge and be worthy to be called
a true crusader for democracy.
THE GREEKS
KAPPA DELTA
Most of the K. D.’s, after a wonderful
Easter week-end, are back in the old routine,
looking forward to the Junior-Senior banquet
or the day when they will get upper classmen
privileges. Martha Grandon, Ann Roddey,
Whaley, Helen Lisk, and Libby went to the
Sequoia Dance and said that they had a
wonderful time. Speaking of Libby, its good
to see her out having a good time again.
Jennie Linn and Mary Thompson went
beach-combing for a house for the K. D.
house party most of the week-end, and then
Jennie Linn went home with Lib Taylor.
Frances McBryde took Maurine home with
her and did she show her the town of Rae-
ford and how! Alice and Frannie also went
home for Easter. Butch went home with her
roommate and ‘^Rene” went home to see her
mother, but really saw Davidson, Citadel,
South Carolina, and Clemson. At Sunday feed
were the old and new officers of. the other
sororities on campus and the K. D. patron-
cesses, and all the K. D.’s really enjoyed having
them.
Winnie Pons got back Monday morning
from Thomson, Ga., after spending a delight
ful week-end with Doris and Hazel Beckum.
Marie Pons had a visitor from South Carolina
and had a wonderful week-end, too. The
rest of the K. D.’s spent a quiet week-end
on or near the campus.
A Sad Tale
PHI MU NEWS
’Tis the flowers that bloom in the spring
and one that will bloom soon is Ruth Wilkes
who gets off campus this week-end. Speak
ing of flowers leads up to speaking of Easter
which again leads up to speaking of flowers
—the vicious circle. Everybody was wearing
floral tokens of esteem from the o. and o.
Some lucky few, i.e., Mildred Taylor, rated
corsages in the plurality.
Mary Lazenby, Anne B., and Louise Brum-
ley went to Concord for Easter, Mary as
Anne’s guest. Kilgo and Jeanne L. went to
Winston-Salem for a Moravian Easter. Edith’s
planned trip to Limestone lost out in favor
of a week-end with Charlie.
If Sunday night feed was any example to
judge by, there must have been a lot of
others away for the holiday. With two as-
yet-unreported trips to Baltimore just behind
her, Doris has another VICTOR-y march in
view.
Visiting us at feed this week were Eleanor
Lazenby, Mary Blakely (the A. D. P.’s shared
her with us), and Nancy Baker.
CHI OMEGA
April 13 was such a beautiful day for the
girls to show off their new Easter outfits and
corsages. Among the' fashion models were
Tena, in an ultra green, which was stunning
with her blond hair, and Cassie, in a bright
red print.
A number of girls went out of town for the
week-end. Doris and Hazel took Charlotte
and Betty to Georgia with them. Mary Jo,
our glamour gal, went off to Mount Airy to
the Easter set. Betty Thompson, lucky girl,
went to New York for five days and will, no
doubt, have much to tell us about the new
plays and sights when she returns.
Among the visitors at feed were Louise
Blue, Tibby Dooley, Becky Patton, Virginia
Womack, Lois Ritch, and June Childs’ guests
Gertie Peele, and Jane Betts.
Virginia Hickman, Chi of last year, an
nounces that her wedding will take place April
28, in Arkansas. A good many of us would
like to be there that day. Virginia should
make a lovely bride.
Charlotte Williams is going to the State
dances this week-end. They promise to be
good. Sally Pardee is going to the D. A. R.
convention at Washington, D. C. She is a
page from the state of North Carolina.
Somebody Done Him
Dirt—Poor Willie!
Willie was the gosh-nicest little
snail you ever saw, and he belonged
to Tommy Greene. He hadn’t always
belonged to Tommy; he didn’t ex
actly’ belong to anybody when this
story begins. He was a snail just
like all other snails, which means
that he carried his house on his
back, and that he was sleek, and a
bit sticky, and had the usual two
feelers coming out of his head.
When these ‘-.feelers happened to
touch a leaf, or twig, or anything
else, they would be quickly drawn
in and then let out ve-ry timidly, to
see if whatever had touched them
was still there. Usually it wasn’t—
but once it had been. This was the
time that Joe Benton had gone out
into his yard and found the snail
sitting peacefully, stuck onto a rock
and tending strictly to his own
business.
“Hneh!” said Joe, pulling Willie
from the rock, “Hneh!” (which is
the sort of laugh that villains in
Saturday shoot-em-ups laugh as they
twist their long, waxed mustaches).
Poor little Willie had no idea that
a veritable tornado had struck him.
To him it was springtime, and the
air was warm. So, innocently he
pushed his head out of the round
door and looked around. (Of course,
he didn’t really look around, because
snails can’t see, but he gave the
impression). But something bumped
his feeler, and he drew it in his
slow haste. It was, as you have
already guessed, Joe Benton, being
hateful, and yelling all the while in
fiendish glee at the way Willie drew
his feelers back into his head. This
happened over and over, till finally
Willie, all discouraged, cried a few
snail-tears and oozed completely out
of sight into his shell.
Tiring of trying to tease a snail
that would’t be monkeyed with, Joe
tossed the thing into Mrs. Greene’s
yard next door, where it landed on
the edge of a flower border which
Tommy Greene was supposed to
weed after coming home from band
practice in ten minutes. Willie
settled down completely exhausted,
against a clod of dirt.
Pretty soon out came Tommy with
a spade. He was just bekinning to
pull out a big weed when he spied
Willie. Not wishing to disturb him.
Tommy picked up the shell gently,
very gently, and held him in his
hand.
Cautiously, Willie slipped his head
around a curve of the shell and
looked out. Then his head slowly
came through the doorway of his
house, and he looked out further.
Then he came out all the way down ^
to his stomach, (if you can tell
how far a snail’s stomach is from f
his neck), just from pure joy, I
because he saw Tommy. I
From the first moment Willie
knew he liked Tommy, and Tommy
knew he liked Willie. After that, 1
wherever you saw Tommy you knew
Willie was, too. When Tommy went
down the street, Willie could be seen
perched on top of his skull cap, with
a little sticky trail across the top
to show where he had slid along on
his morning stroll. When Tommy
practiced on his horn, Willie sat on
the music stand, waving his head
back and forth to “The Blue Danube
Waltz.” He was truly a dreamer, was
Willie. There was music in his soul.
And it was his only wish and desire
in life to be near Tommy always.
Tommy seemed to grow more and
more popular with everybody. At
recess, if a group of knickered boys
and pink-ribboned girls was bunched
together on the playground. Tommy
and Willie were always in the midst
of them.
Then, one day in the cafeteria
at lunch-time, somebody said was
it true that if you put salt on a
snail, he would melt? Of course i
not. Tommy told them. At least, he y
didn t think so. But if they wanted
to see, wouldn’t they please experi- ^
ment on some other snail?
Willie, meanwhile, was sitting
placidly on the side of a bread-and i
butter plate, inspecting and approv
ing of the way Tommy ate his
dinner. At Tommy’s left sat Joe Ben
ton, the boy who had worried Willie
that first day.
Now, it wouldn’t have been quite |
so sad if Joe, naturally a bad boy, ’
had done Willie bodily harm. But
that Tommy, in reaching for a
piece of cake without watching what
his left arm was doing, should have
turned over the saltcellar.
He didn’t even know what had
happened, until one of ihe girls
said, “Goodness, where’s Willie?”
And then he noticed a little puddle
of something that was trickling
down from the bread-and-butter
plate onto the tablecloth.
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Spring has sprung, fall has fell,
summer is com’ and its hot as—
the dickens. To quote Mrs. Porter,
“Mary Lyon isn’t responsible for
what she is doing these days.” It
won’t be long now, you lucky gal!
Was it a man or mouse that caused
the sensation in Morrison the other
night? We understand Alberta D.
is trying to purchase second hand
hats. Peg Dorsey is sporting an
S. P. E. sweetheart pin—yes, and
another Shelby girl is the proud
wearer of a Delta Sigma Delta frat
pin. Have you noticed the increas
ing number of knit-wits? Three
Morrison adventuresses are planning
a post-Easter trip to Williamsburg
and points North (E^st, South, and
West).
Which' is worse, sunburn or
sneezes—bet we know Miss Orr's
answer. Three freshmen are cer
tainly keeping their eyes open for
a maroon convertible nowadays.
By the way, Mary Jo, what’s that
miraculous perfume that made three
Carolina men send invitations for
the May Frolics? Lost; Another
man in the draft—return to J. Camp
bell—P. S. Maggie H. likes uni
forms too; maybe its the army and
maybe its the Citadel now.
Nugent just flew in with a re
port that Gladys is in love (and why
not?) He also said that Mary Elise
is too—what again? Who does
Spec think about during classes
—a good guess would be that Susan
has something to do with it. Have
Adair C. and Bobby really called
is quits?
Florida most be an enchanting
place. Winnife, did he really ride
half the way back on the train with
you? June Burks is sorta fond of
the Sunny State, too, you know.—
Wonder who Sara T. will sponsor
for next—she certainly must know
her Greek.
The Junior-Senior Banquet tops
everything in conversation. Rumor
has it that some pickaninnies are
planning to attend. Dot and Mary
Marshall deserve a bushel of or
chids for the amount of work they
are doing on the banquet! While
Uncle Sam is hindering evei;ybody
in deciding whom to ask, Golden is
bringing McDonald, not friend
Flora, either.