THE DIALETTE
Vol. 12, No. 2
MONTREAT COLLEGE, MONTREAT, N. C.
October, 1946
DR. AND MRS. ANDERSON CELERRATE
GOLDEN WEDDING ANNIVERSARY NOV. 11
Staff Members Named
At Chapel Program;
Invitations Follow
On Thursday morning, October
17, Millie Bailey, Editor-in-Chief
of the Dialette and Sun Dial, pre
sided over the chapel program
during which the new members of
the Staff of Student Publications
were announced and installed.
Since the Editor-in-Chief and
Literary Editor were the only two
of the four executives, elected last
April, to come back this year, the
following were appointed: Martha
Hughes, Business Manager, Eliza
beth Flack, Dialette Advertising
Manager, and Helen Anne Reid,
Sun Dial Advertising Manager. In
order to cut down the amount of
work for each person, the two Ad
vertising Managers were appoint
ed instead of the usual one. Sev
eral other minor changes in the
positions and number of members
were made.
Miss Collette is again working
as Advisor with two new advisors.
Miss Wade and Dr. White, replac
ing Mrs. Armstrong and Miss Mc-
Elroy.
As the masthead of the October
issue of the Dialelte shows, since
the election of class representa
tives took place October 21, the
S. P. S. is now complete, with the
exception of the fact that there is
no Art Editor at present. This ad
ditional member may be added
later if the need arises.
Initiation
Monday night, October 21, the
new staff members were intiated
by all the old members at a party
around the fireplace on Winsbor-
ough Porch. After the intiation
ceremony, planned by a commit
tee of which Frankie Hall was
chairman, refreshments were serv
ed. Instructions on how to carry
out the initiation in their dress
the make-up the following day
were given before the new girls
went home from their first staff
meeting.
Rifle Instructor (to new class):
Now, men, remember your rifle is
your best friend. Treat it as ten
derly as you would your wife.
Wipe it off with an oily rag every
morning.
DR. AND MRS. R. C. ANDERSON
'OPERATIONS BREAKFAST'
By Virginia Butler
That loud noise you hear is not
some terrible accident, but the
sound of dawn gently (?) break
ing over dew-drenched hills. How
romantic! You cautiously open one
eye, see your roommate still re
posing peacefully, so you turn
over for just one more minute’s
sleep. It’s so warm under these
blankets, so cozy—umm-z-z-z-z.
Forty-five minutes later you
awake with a start as someone
yells you have only fifteen min
utes before breakfast doors are
closed. Bravely freezing in silence
you leap (all right, so you crawl!)
from your bed and stand on one
foot in the middle of your not so-
clean room, vainly searching for
your clothes you forgot to put out
the night before. After a stroke of
genius you dash for your closet
and pull out the first things your
groping fingers grasp. A tooth
You are now clothed in some sem
blance of naturalness, and you run
a cold wash cloth over your face
to get the last bit of sleep from
your eyes. (So we are gluttons for
punishment!) A kind friend
pushes your lipstick into your
hand while you shove your p. j.’s
under the pillow, pull up the
counterpane, and shove yester
day’s clothes unceremoniously in
to the closet where the prying
eyes of your house mother won’t
(you hope!) find them. Your color-
clashing kerchief is tied over your
head, and you flip off the lights
during your mad dash from the
room. Five minutes! One shoe-lace
.still untied, you finally reach the
f-afctoria, tripping only once on
the way. You slide in the doorway
under the wires, grab your tray
and push it pantingly along the
counter. Eggs and grits (which you
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brush in one hand, a comb in your haven’t seen in months!) are piled
curly (?) locks, your other hand
pulling on your skirt, you rush
around while your roommate calls
encouragement from the safety of
a secluded cornen Ten minutes!
on your plate. Coffee is added
next, and you sink thankfully into
a chair as yo>u vow you’ll never
oversleep again—(at least, not un
til tomorrow, anyway!)
PRESIDENT AND WIFE STILL
CHERISH COLLEGE
AS"PET"
The President of Montreat Col
lege and his wife. Dr. and Mrs.
R. C. Anderson, will celebrate
their golden wedding anniversary
on November 11. This will mark
a half century of visions and see
ing their visions come to life.
Dr. Anderson was born near
Martinsville, Virginia, eighty-two
years ago. Since then he has be
come one of the South’s most out
standing churchmen and a highly
recognized educator.
He received his education from
Hampden-Sidney College and Un
ion Theological Seminary and did
graduate study at the Free Church
College and the University of Ed
inburgh in Scotland. He became
an ordained minister of the Pres
byterian Church. From Davidson
College, where he is a trustee, he
received his Doctor of Divinity de
gree.
Mrs. Anderson was born in
Mocksville, North Carolina. She at
tended the Charlotte Female Insti
tute, which is now Queens Col
lege. Mrs. Anderson has a very
great interest in her church and
the school. They were married in
1896, in the First Presbyterian
Church, at Charlotte.
Dr. Anderson is very fond of
chess, Chinese Checkers, croquet,
and horses. While Mrs. Andersoii
likes music, especially voice and
piano, she is an excellent artist,
and has created some beautiful
pieces of art. Her favorite paint
ing is the one she did of her
grandmother. She said, “But the
thing which is really our ‘pet’ is
Montreat College.”
Dr. Anderson, with Mrs. An
derson, has dreamed Montreat
College. The high ideals which
they embodied in Montreat Col
lege are also embodied in the
heart of each alumnae.
Wanted - Alumnae News
The November edition of the
Dialelte will be dedicated to the
alumnae of Montreat College. If
you have any news, please see
that it is given to either Elizabeth
Miller or Millie Bailey right away.