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QUEENS B LUES
Mav 30, 1945
Queens Blues
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students
of Queens College
Eva Young Editor-in-chief
Beth Deaton — Business Manager
Miss Betty Huckle Faculty Adviser
EDITORIAL
Society—Agnes Mason, Betty Carico Co-Editors
Sports—Ella Dunbar, Kitty Cooper Co-Editors
Managing Editor Jane Cantrell
REPORTERS: Peggy Kimrey, Mary Lib Martin, Nancy
Lea Brown, Sara Virginia Neill, Lyn Currie, Suzanne
Blackmon, Flora Ann Nowell, Rebecca Pressley, Mary
McGill, Lib Davis, Sarah Jo Crawfard, Mary Lee Flowers,
Betty Morrow, Claudia Paschal, Grace Lyons, Pat Stevens,
Maude Dickson, Wanda Wageley, Christine Carr, Rue
Guthrie, Nancy Gordon, Jane McDowell.
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Pat Patton Advertising Manager
Nancy Lea Brown Asst. Advertising Manager
ASSISTANTS—Wilma Head, Lib Davis, Melba Bailey,
Mary Brown Craig, Martha Venning, Wilma Dean Latta,
Nell Poe, Terry Gooding, Eva Miller, Bonnie Camp.
A Sonnet to the Class of ’45
We have marched these four impressioned years
To the grating music of a war march
Playing in tumultuous chords the cries of Death
In rhythm with the sobs of human tears.
We have not paused amidst our march of time
To linger on the carefree things that once be
longed to youth
Knowing that our own in honor of the Truth
Are dying by each hour’s quiet chime.
Challenged by “the hate of hate, the love of love”
It is our task to spread some ray of knowledge
learned
Into the shadowed stillness of our world—
Finding our guidance in the Light above—
That we may still with Truth and Beauty’s
• breath
This maddening march of War and Death.
From A Senior
It is almost time for the mem
bers of the class of ’45 to don
their caps and gowns and re
ceive the diploma for which we
have been working for four years
at Queens. Four years seem like
an eternity to a freshman look
ing into the future, but as we,
the Seniors, look back on our col
lege careers, we find that the
years have passed in rapid suc
cession. It seems only yesterday
that we came as freshnien and
we now find ourselves at the pres
ent time leaving as Seniors.
As the moment of departure
draws near, we begin to turn over
in our minds the countless in
tangible things which each of us
will carry with us always. Nat
urally, no two of us has had the
same experiences, known the same
girls intimately, or shared the
same joys and sorrows; however,
each one of us will take the mem
ories which we consider the best to
represent our years here at Queens.
We are deeply indebted to each
student and faculty member for
helping to create these remem
brances.
When we came to Queens, we
accepted the challenge of fulfill
ing what is expected of the stu
dents of a Christian college ’and
a growing institution. We have
witnessed many changes and im
provements during our four years.
We leave Queens with hopeful
hearts and a sense of security,
knowing that each of you will ac
cept the same challenge to build
a greater Queens. We, of the
present, have kept faith with those
Queens’ students of the past who
lighted the torch of tradition by
cherishing its bright flame, and
we now charge those of the future
to accept the trust and to hold it
high.
We hope that you will never
forget us—for we certainly will
From Those
Who Remain
It’s a hard trial to say good-bye.
Es])ccially when those you are say-
iu'’' it to are persons who are as
swell as yon Seniors. But after all,
a big aim of college is to stick the
four magnificent years out until jmu
become a part of that envied and
mighty graduating class. And the
only way we underclassmen can
console ourselves is by realizing that
your leaving puts us one notch
nearer to our goal.
It will be lonesome next year!
We’ll miss all of you girls who have
shown us what it takes to make real
leaders—and you scholars who have
proved that striving for top grades is
worthwhile—and you optimists who
made us laugh when tears seemed
the only way out — and you stylish
and attractive beauties who have
made us glance in the mirror and
analyze ourselves more than once—
and you athletes who have taught
us the thrill of college sports—and
you career women who have filled us
with unexplored ambition—and you
love-sick girls who have made us
green with your display of diamonds
—and last of all, everyone of you
who has opened our eyes to the hon
esty, good, and beauty that must
be in store for us on the road ahead.
We, who will still be holding up
the foundations' of Queens College
next year, will be scanning the news
papers, and listening to all the news
broadcasts hoping to hear of the ex
ploits and new territories you have
unearthed. We are really expecting
a lot of you, Seniors, because as
graduates of Queens, you are quali
fied and especially capable of scan
ning and remaining at the very peak
of that tough ladder of success.
never forget you. We would like
to close with the following lines:
“Time keeps no mea.sure.
When true friends are parted.
No record day by day;
The sands move not for
Those who, loyal hearted
Friendship’s firm laws obey.”
—Meredith Nicholson
The Last Will And Testament Of
The Class Of 1945
We, the Class of 1945, realizing
that the time is drawing nigh
when we shall turn another bend
in that long, long trail, believe
that we have acquired certain
unequaled traits, treasured talents,
and valuable possessions which
we would like to place for safe
keeping in the hands of those who
shall tread our path in years to
come. Thus, we leave Queens to
face the future with enthusiasm
and zeal as we go toward the dif
ferent goals that tomorrow holds
for each of us. With this in mind,
we do enact, ordain, and establish
this our last will and testament,
declaring null and void any pre
vious documents of this type.
ARTICLE I: To The Student Body
To the Juniors; We leave the
trials and tribulations of a Senior
year, accompanied b5^ a loyalty
and undying devotion to Queens
College.
To the Sophomores; We leave
our ability to get what we go after.
To the Freshmen: We leave our
devilishness, as well as our un
equaled class spirit.
ARTICLE II: To The Faculty
We leave you our sincere ap
preciation for all that you have
done to pull us through our four
years of study; also, we leave
your classes free of the students
of ’45 who were responsible for
many of your headaches.
ARTICLE III: To Individuals
: I, Mary Lacy Bost, leave my
Southern drawl to Marcella Linares.
I, Margaret Ezell, leave my se
cret of how to live with Student
Body Presidents and like it to
Virginia Jackson.
I, :Eva Miller, leave my Army
overseas to Nancy Chaffin.
I, Carol Kerschner, leave the
bowling allies of Charlotte to
Betty Bason.
I, Betty Barrentine, leave my
queenly beauty to Elsie Blackburn.
I, Blanche Stevens, leave my
love for preachers to Texanna
Manning.
: I, Mary Louise Whitmire, leave
my love for Davidson to the Simp
son twins.
I, Gwynn Shiflet, leave my latest
musical composition to Rusty Mc-
Murray.
I, Jane King, leave 'Truman
and all long distant calls at mid
night to Laura Martin.
I, Beverly Murray, leave the
camera club to Duke Photo Com
pany.
I, Joanna Houchins, leave Mr.
McCutcheon and Shakespeare to
Mary McGill.
I, Shirley Bowman, leave Uncle
Slug of the U. S. Army to Tica
Carico.
I, Gloria Sutton, leave my abil
ity to get along with men to Bea
Potter.
I, Frances Bryan, leave my
Varga shaped ankles and Sunday
shoes, to Sarah Jo Crawford.
I, Joyce Carpenter, leave my
blue convertible to Anne Aber-
nethy and Peggy Mitchell.
I, Doris Robins, leave my power
to make money to Mary Katherine
McArthur.
I, Mary Ramsey, leave all my
broken test tubes to Flora Anna
Nowell.
I, Betty Claywell, leave my typ
ing ability and executive person
ality to Alice Tucker.
I, Marie Sitton, leave my Span
ish shorthand to anyone who has
spunk enough to try it.
I, Peggy Plonk, leave my Nor
folk week-ends to Nancy Gar
diner and Carolyn Hobson.
I, Betty Schaaff, leave my love
for the North to Nancy Lea Brown.
I, Scottie Nisbet, leave Queens
to take Bruce.
I, Bettye Welch, leave my clean
saddles to Doris Nunn.
We, Betty Lou Spears and Mar
garet Ballard, leave Morris Field
to Annice Miller and Terry Good
ing.
I, Betty Carter, leave my mid
night visits to Anne Tarrant.
I, Jeanette Wade, leave my
chapel habits to Eleanor Huske,
Chapel Conduct Chairman.
I, Elsa 'Turner, leave my 23
hours of Dr. Robinson’s classes a
week to Shirley Warner.
I, Virginia Ray Waltman, leave
my nickname, Pee-Wee, to Ceci
Bowen.
I, Betty Howard, leave my last
name to Peggy Burns.
I, Emmy Wood, leave my flowers
to Alyce Martin.
I, Claudia Paschal, leave my
path to the Rec Room to Mar
garet Anne Johnson.
I, Mildred Smith, leave my love
for the Navy to Lillian Smith.
We, Ruth King and Polly Fogle-
song, leave our fusses to all those
who fuss about them.
I, Annelle McCall, leave the
bounce in my walk to add to B.
J. Cochrane’s swing.
I, Betty Kenyon, leave my week
end parties to Rue Guthrie.
I, Betty McGill, leave my im
personations and tall tales to
Nancy Gordon.
I, Edna Adams, leave my secret
meetings and trips to the Plaza to
Becky Nickles.
I, Tiny Duckworth, leave my
size 9 dresses to Doris Skirrow.
I, Anna Pluck, leave my shy
and retiring personality to Becky
Lyerly.
I, Virginia Nell Smith, leave my
curly hair to Gay King.
I, Agnes Mason, leave my love
for the Air Corps to Jeanne
Throckmorton.
I, Betsy Hodges, leave myself
to Queens College.
I, Nadeene Darbyshire, leave my
giggles to add to the charming
laughs of Pud Smith and Ella
Dunbar.
I, Sue Horn, leave my knitting
to Maudine Blair.
We, the Class of ’45, constitute
and appoint the Senior Class of
1946 to serve as executor of this
our last will and testament and to
carry out to the best of their abil-
iy our final requests. In witness
whereof, we have here-unto sub
scribed our names this thirtieth
day of April in the year of our
Lord, One 'Thousand Nine Hundred
and Forty-Five.
Signed: Class of 1945
Per Betty Schaaff
Attempt-at-law.
Witnesses: Betty Sue Trulock
Melba Bailey
Prayer Fnr A Daughter
I hope she is never bored by life, and tvill
be spared the kind of misfortunes that perma
nently hurt and crush. As an incorrigible indi
vidualist myself, I hope she tvill never surrender
that last secure refuge of the individual, the
sense of her own personality. And I commend
her to a mariner’s prayer of old Greece: ‘‘You
may sink me or you may save me, Poseidon,
God of the Sea. But whatever you do. I’ll hold
my course straight.” There have been fetv wiser
and finer statements of the proper attitude of
conscious man toward the immense but uncon
scious forces of Nature and of chance by which
he is surrounded.
—WILLIAM HPa^RY CHAMBERLIN:
Confessions of an individualist
(The Macmillian Company, 1940)
SENIOR THANKS
I thank Thee
I’m allowed to be
Born in a land of liberty,
With beauty, wealth and love endowed;
A land to make the humblest proud.
A land, where each maid has a chance
If in that maid there lies
The faintest wish to scale the heights.
O’er which Old Glory flies.
Where every one a sovereign is.
And rules her own domain;
And yet her strength or weakness.
Forges or breaks the chain.
I thank Thee
That this privilege
Was given unto me.
And pray to sacred keep the trust
Imposed by Thee.
-E. M. YOUNG.