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QUEENS BLUES
May 26, 1949
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QUEENS BLUES
PATRICIA KEESLING Editor
JUDITH KINNEY Managing Editor
MANON WILLIAMS and IDA HARDIN Feature Editors
JEAN WALKER Music Editor
MARY NOWELL ..Sports Editor
ANN BAILEY Circulation Manager
FLORENCE DAVIS Make-up Editor
Reporters: Maritza Linares, Katie Chapman, Lee Makinson,
Rachel Stevens, Barbara Lindsay, Mildred Hancock, Edith
Crowley, Kiff Knight, Carolyn Fraser, Tilda Gibbs, Louise
White, Mary Jo Graham, Ruth Mitchell, Nancy Blue, Martha
Morrison, Murphy Alexander, Barbara Burkhardt, June Pat
terson, Pete Thomas, Jean Fant.
ALICE REYNOLDS Business Manager
Staff: Betty Pratt, Francis Mimms, Jacquline Otey, Ruth
Porter.
MARGARET HOWELL Head Typist
Assistant Typists: Sally Perry, Ann Howell, Ann Smith,
Nancy Hill, Mary Jane Gardner.
Underclassmen Bid
Seniors Farewell
The end of the school year is a busy time for all of us.
Exams loom on the horizon, -while term papers seem to press
us from all sides. We all rush about tending to our own affairs
and making plans for the three months vacation that is
coming soon. Then Senior Day arrives and we begin to look
around and realize that some of the girls who have been
our friends will not be with us when we enter Burwell Hall
next fall. Memories of the year come tumbling back; laughs
and tears shared with others suddenly seem very dear; the
remorse of parting gives us an empty feeling. Where have
these 365 days gone?
Last fall we had our first look at the class of 1949 as a
group on Senior Recognition Day. To the Freshman and
Sophomores they seemed far out of reach and extremely
worldly and wise. To the Juniors it was the realization that
next year they would be in their place. To the Seniors—
well, it was just heaven!
We thought little of graduation and parting in those early
days of this year, but as the weather began to get warmer
the talk of Graduate Record examinations spread. These same
seniors were to be the first from Queens College to have to
take them! They managed to survive and we under classmen
felt awed at their stamina.
Thus the Class of ’49 passed through all phases of college
life. Now as we see them going off on their Senior Picnic,
sitting together in the dining hall and being fitted for their
caps and gowns, we realize that they are drawing near the
end of this period of their lives. We who are to follow them,
can only hope that we can do as much for our college and our
lives as they have done.
As we see the Seniors go down the aisle in Ninniss Audi
torium for the last time, we know that they will always be
a part of our memory of Queens. Let us not keep this fact
to ourselves but allow them to see our love and admiration
for them. As we bid them farewell, let us merely shift them
from actual view into the deeper and more permanent view
of our memory. M.M.
Committee Asks
Students' Aid
The smoking lounge, or “rec” room, is now being called
the “WRECK” room. One can hardly make one’s way into
the room now through the bottles AND the paper AND the
cigarettes on the floor, AND the match stems AND the ashes,
AND the miscellaneous junk that somehow always seems
to find its way to the floor. Overturned ash trays sit un
happily on the floor upside down with their contents spread
all over everywhere. And no one pays any attention. Even
ash trays don’t like to stand on their heads for such a long
time. There they are forced to stay while merciless students
overlook their plight. And the “lil” ash trays suffer on.
Queens students are lucky to have a room on the campus
in which they may smoke. It’s up to all to appreciate the
lounge and the ash trays and to treat Albert Ashtray and
friends and relatives with respect. From now on the ash
trays wish to be known as “ash retrievers” and wish that
their position in life be differentiated from the position of the
waste baskets. Albert A. and Company will appreciate your
cooperation and you will appreciate the cleanliness and more
desirable atmosphere. M.W.
You May Help...
Have you ever been hungry?
No, I don’t mean the kind of hun
ger one experiences in the after
noon and satisfies in the “Y”
store. I mean really hungry, to the
point of starvation. Millions of
people in our world today are just
that hungry. I know, I’ve heard
that all my life, too, but I never
realized how those people felt
until I read several letters writ
ten to Dr. Blakely by Fraulein
Klemm of Berlin.
When the Blakelys were in
Berlin, during 1927 and 1928, they
became very good friends of
Fraulein Klemm. She often came
to the American Church in Ber
lin, where Dr. Blakely served as
minister. A very proud, aristo
cratic German, she had been a
Monarchist during the first World
War. The occupation forces had
taken all her possessions from
her. She was no longer wealthy or
independent. And so, she was
then teaching language, having a
thorough knowledge of seven, to
students in Berlin. Dr. and Mrs.
Blakely took private German les
sons at Fraulein Klemm’s home
twice a week.
They became very good friends,
but when the Blakelys returned
to the United States in 1928 they
failed to hear from their old
friend. It was not until two years
ago that they received word from
her. A broken woman, almost to
tally blind and ill from starvation
and cold, she was asking their
help. It was pathetic to hear of
her plight. The Blakelys knew she
must be in dire need if she had
resorted to begging assistance.
She had been such a proud wo
man.
Her home is in the Russian sec
tor of Berlin and has been blitzed
many times. There are no panes
in the windows, no heat, and very
poor plumbing. She asked for
shoes and heavy woolen clothing.
The Blakelys sent these and
many CARE packages. Frauline
Klemm has -written that these
packages are all that most of the
people in this sector have on
which to subsist.
Fraulein Klemm’s situation is
not unique. A German doctor
whom Dr. Blakely knew as a stu
dent in Berlin, writes him of the
situation in Germany. He says
that the poverty and suffering
endured by these people does not
humble them. It causes them to
be greedy, egotistic, and selfish.
Think well on this: Had the
outcome of the war been reversed
we would be these people. No
doubt, we, too, being only human,
would also be selfish, suffering
humans. Thank God we were
spared this, and pray that these
people may remember their Cre
ator in this, their time of greatest
affliction. We can hardly blame
them for being bitter. It would
be wonderful if each of us on
Queens campus could, in some
small way, help one of these peo
ple. Our gesture might mean the
return of faith in God and hu
manity to some person, and that is
worth any price. The price of a
CARE package containing a
month’s provisions for a family
is $10.00. The address is: CARE,
50 Broad Street, New York 4, New
York. Consider it. Your decision
may be one of life or death for
a person like yourself.
Valkyrie Taps
(Continued from page 1)
May 17, 1949 at 6:30 P.M. initia
tion was held. The new six, dress
ed all in white, took part in a
most impressive and inspiring
ceremony.
By the looks of the grins and
beribboned pins it seems that this
may only be a start and push in
the right direction for them to
soar on to higher goals.
Heartiest wishes and congratu
lations to each of our six new
VALKYRIES ! !
Gilchrist Resigns
As Class Teacher
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On Wednesday evening. May
18, senior members of the Queens
Sunday School class at the Myers
Park Presbyterian Church were
entertained at a supper given in
the home of Mr. C. W. Gilchrist,
teacher of the class. The girls
were delightfully entertained by
Mr. and Mrs. Gilchrist and their
two daughters, Nancy and Cathy.
Those who attended the supper
were Joanne Macauley, Dot Fer
guson, Phyllis Johnson, Alice
Gray Thorpe, Edith Crowley, Lib
Evans, Mary Meeler, Jinkie Gray,
Lillian McCulloch, Jean Sprunt
Douglas, and Amy Ching.
Mr. Gilchrist started teaching
the Queens class four years ago
when the present seniors were
freshmen. Mr. Gilchrist has de
cided to graduate along with the
senior class by giving up his job
as teacher of the Queens Class.
He has worked diligently for four
years, giving inspirational as well
as educational lessons to the class.
He has always taken an active
interest in Queens College and
its “Queens” as he affectionately
calls the girls, and the girls have
grown to love and admire him.
We hate to think of having
someone else teaching the Queens
Sunday School class at Myers
Park Presbyterian Church next
year, for certainly no one can take
the place of our own Mr. Gil
christ. We want to thank him for
his devotion to the Queens girls
and his fine leadership and guid
ance of the Sunday School class.
We hope that his retiring from
the role of Sunday School teacher
will not mean his retirement from
visits to Queens. We hope he will
continue to come out to Queens
often.
Class Day Tears
The whole thing is all very sad
and beautiful, of course, and you
borrow thirty-five cents from
your roommate for Kleenex just
in case. With remarkable fore
sight you leave your raincoat un
packed and handy in the general
melee because, heaven knows,
there can’t be an important oc
casion at Queens without rain.
Early in the afternoon you go
into your room to think sad
thoughts because you want to be
in the proper frame of mind and
all you can think about is how
awful that history exam was
Your roommate adds solemnity to
the occasion by giving an imita
tion of how you must have looked
trying to teach a class at Central
which everyone thinks very fun
ny. Well, almost everyone. By the
time you have argued with your
chums that you can’t play heartf
for fifteen minutes and then play
ed for two hours, it’s time to get
ready.
At this late date you realize
that your white dress hasn’t been
ironed and your morter board har
a habit of falling down over you
eye, but after all, you only ha-ve
to graduate once (you hope). Ar
riving exactly five minutes late,
you get loving looks from all
your classmates who have enjoy
ed waiting for you like they en
joyed the comprehensives.
Your stately march is spoiled,
somewhat, by the fact that your
hat slipped and you tripped on
your robe, but nobody minds if
you graduate with a broken arm,
in fact it looks rather distinctive
hanging there. The changing of
robes is all very effective and you
soon find that by sitting like a
two motor plane with one motor
gone you can keep your chair
from creaking.
A short time and many trite ex
pressions later you find yourself
in the dining room toying with
your dessert while the prophet
foretells great things for you in
the moth-proof jewelry business
which is some joke on you that
you don’t understand. You won
der if that sheep-skin will ever
come your way after you get tickl
ed over the class poem. Well, she
had been forced to rhyme good-
by with good pie and it struck you
as funny.
The really sad part comes when
you laugh aloud because you
were thinking about the boy who
dropped a cigarette and became
a cigarette lighter when some
body is saying something about
hating to leave. The highlight of
the whole thing is the movie
which is more fun than Jimmy
Durante at the piano except for
that shot of you leering at the
(Continued on page 5)
Choir Makes
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On Monday May the 16th, one
could have seen the members of
the Choir going to practice a half
hour early. And if anyone hap
pened to look into the chapel she
would have seen microphones
placed at various positions on the
stage and large recording instru
ments in the hall. It was an ex
citing occasion because the Queens
College Choir was going to make
recordings for the Presbyterian
Hour, to be used on its coast to
coast broadcast this summer.
The Choir was asked to sing the
hymns and responses in addition
to one anthem. The hymns, i
“Faith of Our Fathers,” “We are I*
Living, We are Dwelling,” and i
“O, Master Let Me Walk With
Thee were arranged for four
part girls’ voices by Mr. Holiday
The anthem “Praise Ye the Name
of the Lord” by Tcherepnin was
sung. Mr. Morrison assisted by
playing the organ interlude. The /
scripture and prayer were given
by Dr. Blakely.
A few of the Choir members
had had the same experience the
day before when the Myers Park
Presbyterian Church Choir made
similar recordings. Another pro
gram of the Davidson Male Chor
us was recorded in Davidson on
Sunday, May 15th. All of these
along with those of other Presby
terian churches and colleges, will
be presented on Sunday mornings
throughout the summer months.
The Queens program will be
heard at some time during the '
month of July. Any Presbyterian
minister will know the date, time,
and station when the above pro
grams may be heard. Those who
took part in these programs will
be anxious to hear them and are
hoping that their friends from
Queens will also be listening.
Students Vote
(Continued from page 1)
Riding day and night must
be within the city limits of Char
lotte. Arrangements can be made
in the Dean’s Office for riding
with a stated destination outside
of the city limits.
Eleven o’clock permissions
taken in Charlotte do not require
a Special Permission from the
Dean’s Office. This will be a social
privilege and will come under
the regular Church cut system
and chaperonage regulations.
These 11:00 permissions shall be
marked on the wall card as such.
Last, but not least, are the new
social regulations. Two second-
semester freshmen may double
date in Charlotte, and sophomores
may single date in Charlotte.