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■ December 1 2, 1952
THE SALEMITE
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Ann Compares Dance Of Romance, Orchids,
Lover, To One Of Sore Feet, Roses, Husband
Betty Lou Kipe Tells Plans
To Wed, Bob Watkins In June
Mr. and Mrs. Horace S. Kipe of
Watchung, N. J. have announced
the engagement of their daughter,
Betty Lou, to Robert Allen Wat
kins of North Plainfield, N. J.
Betty Lou graduated from North
Plainfield High School, attended
Oberlin College in Oberlin, Ohio,
and is now a senior organ major
at Salem.
Bob graduated from North Plain-
field High School and from Buck-
nel University. He is now em-
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The wedding will take place in
Plainfield on June 27th. June Kipe,
Betty Lou’s sister, will be her maid
of honor. Others from Salem who
will be attendants are Loma Faye
Cuthbertson, Norma Williams and
Neva Bell.
By Ann Helsabcck
Having taken marriage for al
most a whole semester now, and
being entangled in the blissful state
myself, I do hereby presume to
give you lovely spinsters a few
well-chosen words of advice: if
you love moonlight, dancing and
romance—stay single. If you love
the guy and have a fairly well
trained sense of humor—get mar
ried. To illustrate my sage re
marks I shall now take a true case
history—mine!
Prepares for Dance
Last year two weeks before the
Christmas Dance I began industri
ously to spend my* father’s bank
roll. I bought a new dress, shoes,
hose, undies, jewelry, cosmetics,
and perfume to match. On the
big night I took fully two hours
to dress, and descended the spiral
staircase of Strong feeling like the
Queen of Sheba.
I was met in the date room by
Bill and an orchid. I was properly
impressed by the posey, but it was
the card enclosed that set my
heart “a-tingling.” It read some
thing like this: “To the sweetest,
most beautiful, most adorable, etc.,
etc., etc.,’’ (You know the type—
same old mush.)
During the dance. Bill refused
to dance with anyone .else. We
floated through every single num
ber with Bill complimenting my
hair, my dress, and even the scars
on my face—^quote, adorably cute,
unquote.
When the dance was over, we
parted with a last lingering look
and a promise to meet early the
next morning for breakfast.
Ah, romance!
And now we come to this year.
Since we hadn’t danced since our
honeymoon five months ago. Bill
was finally coaxed, brow-beaten
and threatened into being delighted
to take me to the Christmas dance.
Punctually two weeks before, I
began conscientiously endeavoring
to spend my husband’s bank roll.
I didn’t do too well. Reason ?
Example.
Me: “But, Bill, the only dress I
have is that old pink and green
one. The taffeta is stained and
the net is all moth-eaten. Besides
I wore it last year, and think of
all the times I’ve worn it since
then.”
Bill: “Well, since you've worn
it so often there must be a lot
of sentiment attached to the dress
—it’s perfect for our first dance as
marrieds. (Male logic.)
Big Night Arrives
jThen came the big night. After
doing the dinner dishes, I sewed
a button on Bill’s tux, tied, cussed,
retied, cussed, etc., his bow tie, and
saw that he was properly attired.
Then I dressed while he went to
the closet for our coats. Two min
utes later, fully dressed, I was
ready to go, but Bill had a surprise
for me — flowers. Ignoring the
roses, I began frantically to dig
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After informing him of what I was
hunting:
Bill: “Why in the world do you
need a card? Who else would
send you flowers ?” (Male com
mon sense.)
At the dance, as we stumbled
through the first number. Bill said
softly: “Honey, remember last
year when I refused to even look
at another girl?”
How sweet of him to remember.
Mooney-eyed, I replied softly,
“Yes, dear.”
Honeymoon is Over
“Well, this year I wish you’d
pass me around a little. Some of
these Freshmen are O.K.!”
Smiling as all young wives
should, I said, “Certainly, honey”
—and stomped on his toe.
The rest of the evening we
danced twice more. The other
numbers Bill was being “passed
around” or was sitting one out—
his toe hurt.
Home at last. Bill collapsed in
the nearest chair — completely
pooped.
Finally mustering enough
strength, he muttered happily:
“You know, I enjoyed this dance
even more than last year’s.”
I managed to keep a straight
face long enough to turn my back,
and then I heartily agreed with
him.
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