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queens blues
January 22,1951 Ja^u,
QUEENS BLUES
FLORENCE DAVIS Editor-in-chief
NANCY HILL Assistant Editor
MURPHY ALEXANDER Assistant Editor
DESSIE BROADWELL Business Manager
EDITORIAL STAFF
VALORIE SNOOK Feature Editor
GLENNA RAY CHRISTIAN Music Editor
BETTY PRATT Sports Editor
ANN BAILEY Circulation Manager
KATHRYN HICKMAN Make-up Editor
REPORTERS: Wanda Oxner, Dot Spencer, Mary Ruth Talbert,
Emily Shipp, B’ann Hennessee, Dot Ussery, Jean Yandle, Sadie
Mason, Peggy Crider, Davy-Jo Stribling, Carolyn Merrell,
Jane Boyd Humphries, Betty Jo McCormick, Manon Williams,
Susan Buskirk, Barbara Carr, Joyce Wallace, Jacquie Otey,
Jane Edmonds, Elise Davenport, Edith Young, Anne Clark.
BUSINESS STAFF
DOROTHY CHAMBERS Advertising Manager
ASSISTANTS: Marilyn Martin, M. A. Coleman, Dot Watson,
Margaret Formy Duval, Carolyn Purcell, Jean Yandle, Carman
Carter, Peggy Crider, Dot Watson.
JOYCE TUCKER— Head Typist
ASSISTANTS: Carole Heer, Jeanne Stevens, Lorraine Murphy,
Jan Purvis, Sylvia Stovall, Ruby Peede, Caroline Upshure,
Anne Clark, Sis Biddix, Kitty Boyd.
The Blues is the college newspaper of Queens College, Charlotte,
North Carolina, and as such is one of the three major publica
tions of the institution . . . the other two being The Quill, the
literary magazine, and The Coronet, the college annual.
Queens College is an accredited senior liberal arts college for
women located in the largest city of the Carolines. It confers
Bachelor of Arts, Bachelor of Science degrees.
Queens is a member of the Southern Association of Colleges
and Secondary Schools. The college holds membership in the
Association of American Colleges, Southern Association of
Colleges for Women, Presbyterian Education Association of the
South, and the North Carolina College Conference.
1951 is a new year, a year that has been ushered in by
the question-mark of war, a year of military mobilization
and shortages at home, a year of interrupted plans and
futile dreams. This is the outlook of '51 as it starts its journey
into the future. What will this journey be for the world, for
our nation, for our loved ones, and for us? This could be a
dismal, a heartbreaking year for all of us, for who among
us can know what the future will bring. But why should
we just drift along to see? Let’s not give way to the tide of
events and be swept out into a sea of empty fatalism. We
can, you and I, make this year the most meaningful, the
most hopeful year of our lives. We as individuals can rededi
cate ourselves to life, to living with a purpose, to directing
our talents and energies toward the goals of accomplishment
and renewed faith.
We want to help our nation. We are shocked and horri
fied by the terrible atrocities committed against our soldiers
in Korea. We talk about how we would help; we long for a
chance to do something. Then the chance comes. The Red
Cross needs blood to ship to our soldiers in Korea. What do
most of us do? Nothing, but talk. Words aren’t going to help
wounded soldiers. Words won’t bring our soldiers home from
the battlefields. Words won’t give us that feeling of joy that
comes from knowing that we have done our part.
Let’s you and I do something in ’51, not only for our
country but also for ourselves. What can we at Queens do?
We can study .... yes, study. Although we will seldom admit
it, we come to college to learn. At present, however, we are
just getting by and not taking time to learn. So? Let’s get
down and dig. It is amazing what results a little effort can
produce. When you know you have done your best, you
feel better. Try it and see. You want to do something; all
right, learn how to do something.
We can study, and in our spare time that we all manage
to have we can help in the community. Organizations like the
Red Cross need volunteer workers. We can volunteer. Blood
doners are needed. Most of us can give blood. There are many
things we can do if we will find out about them and do them.
We can study, we can give our time, and we can pray.
There is a beautiful chapel on our campus which is open
everyday for our use. How many of us use this chapel? How
many of us stop to ask God for guidance for our nation and
for oiir own lives? How many of us call upon this Citadel
of Strength and Love for the help He is so ready to give?
How many?
This is a new year. Let us re-new ourselves. Life has a
fullness, a completeness we can find only by putting first
things first and doing something with our lives. 1951 offers
a challenge to all of us; let us meet it not only by just existing,
but by striving to live.
Sporting
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.. Around..
... Queens
Betty Pratt
It won’t be long until spring
time and Queens will be simply
bursting with all kinds of sports.
There will be the big basketball
tournaments, softball games, arch
ery, and many, many tennis games
on those wonderful asphalt courts.
Keeping all these things in mind
it’s a good time to start thinking
about how many R. A. points you
have accumulated. You know it
is mighty nice to receive a Block
letter or a silver Q on Awards Day.
And Freshmen, believe it or not,
it is possible to get 450 points in
one year. It is also nice to be
awarded a loving cup for 1000
points. If you are ashamed of those
very few points that you have
turned in, why don’t you partici
pate in some sport every afternoon
and just see how many points you
can get.
An Eclipse . . .
Barbara Carr
Chapel Schedule
January 16. -.Dr. William Rule
January 19—- —Marjorie Smith
I sat pensively in my favorite
bedroom chair, pondering over the
article I had read, preparing my
self for the eclipse that was to
occur. I glanced at my watch,
walked over to the window, raised
the shades and looked out with
anxious eyes.
The silvery moon was in its rich
est splendor. It reminded me of a
king ruling proudly over his sub
jects, with his faithful, but jealous,
stars taking their places brilliantly
beside their king.
I had discovered from my study
of eclipses that an eclipse takes
place when the sun is directly be
tween the earth and the moon.
The moon was beginning to dark
en; so I sat down beside the win
dow to watch the whole affair.
As I sat there waiting for the
shadow of the earth to creep over
the moon, I thought of the power
behind this scientific monement.
Here I was on earth, trying to con
ceive what my eyes beheld and
there was this power that knew
all, did all, and created all. I sud
denly felt finite and unimpoi’tant.
God was truly alive.
The moon was a reddish color.
This meant that it was a total
eclipse. I had never seen this color
revealed by the fingers of an
artist. It looked too sacred to be
copied by man.
Realizing that the room was
chilly, I walked over to my bed
for what I knew would be a per
fect night’s sleep.
I. R. €.
Calling all firemen! Calling all
firemen! — That’s exactly what
Queens International Relations club
did. No, there wasn’t any fire, but
the club had a problem. It was
hoped that the flag of the United
States, which hasn’t flown on the
campus since the end of the war in
1945, and the United Nations flag,
which was to be presented to the
club by the Home Economics de
partment, could be raised and flown.
In fact the club adopted this idea
as a project. There was only one
catch—there was no rope on the
flagpole. And neither Manon Wil
liams, club president, nor her able
assistants, Frances McPherson,
vice-president, and Dot Folger, sec
retary and treasurer, had the
slightest idea of how to climb and
rig a flagpole.
After much consultation and head
scratching, the three acted on the
suggestion of Lavonne Brackett to
call in the fire department. Through
the courtesy of Mayor Victor Shaw
and Mr. Donald Charles, the Fire
chief, the services of four firemen
and one block-long hook and lad
der truck were obtained. Result:
new rope and coat of paint on
flagpole, and while the U. N. flag
hasn’t been raised, “Old Glory”
flies once again on the campus.
Such action resulted in a two
column picture and short story be
ing printed on the front page of
the Charlotte News, second section
and a campus-wide interest in I. R.
C. The picture included pole, truck,
four smiling firemen, Emily Shipp
and Manon Williams.
Interest in the club had been
gaining momentum and members
and this act assured the college
that I. R. C. has definitely taken
on new life.
This is only one example of the
“new spirit.” As sponsor for the
recent Crusade For Freedom on
Queens campus, the club, through
the untiring efforts of Pete Peter
sen, Emily Shipp, and Ann Huntor,
succeeded in getting over two hun
dred signatures for the Crusade
freedom scrolls and a large amount
of money to be used for Radio Free
Europe. In addition, the club was
instrumental in obtaining four
thousand signatures from the Char
lotte city schools for the Charlotte
committee. Both the club and Dean
Sweet received letters of apprecia
tion and congratulation from the
Charlotte Crusade offices.
Faculty interest is at a high
pitch. Dr. Phillip Green enters his
sixth year as club advisor and is
always on hand to give advice and
help when needed. Expressing in
terest in the club. Dr. and Mrs.
Hugh Harris were hosts to the
first two meetings this year at
their home on Queens Road.
Topics for discussion at the first
two meetings were Italy and United
Nations, respectively. Nan Leon
ard of Myers Park Baptist Church
gave an interesting and informa
tive talk at the first meeting con
cerning her recent stay in Italy as
a worker in an Italian youth camp.
At the second meeting, Emily
Shipp, Martha Kirven, and Manon
Williams discussed “United Na
tions, Jts Organization, Aims and
Principles.” Assuring large attend
ance and interesting discussion, the
topic for the December meeting is
Korea.
Club membership reaches an all
time high in the Queens Interna
tional Relation Club with a total of
fifteen members actively engaged
in studying international relations.
All of which goes to prove that
Queens I. R. C. is on the march
and is becoming one of the most
important organizations on the
campus.
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own physician. Aside from
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place last summer. The Nati’''^g
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saying: “I once rode in a
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fantile Paralysis to replenish
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paying for patient care for 80
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15-31) represents the hop® j
countless thousands who still
care and treatment.