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THE DIALETTE
October, 1948
THE DIALETTE
The DIALETTE is the official newspaper of Montreat College, and
is published monthly by the Staff of Student Publications. Its purpose
is to give the student a fair and unprejudiced view of campus life.
STAFF
Editor-in-chief Elizabeth Miller
Associate Editors Frances Brown
Mary Anne Phillips
Business Manager Winnie Ferguson
Advertising Managers Marjorie Robertson
Martha Atkinson
Literary Editor Jane Holt
Temporary Members
Mary Ruth Denman Ophelia Williams
Betty Gibbs Pauline Hagen
Margery Washburn Charlotte Roth
Cordie Hylton
SPONSORS
Miss Nannie G. Watkins Mrs. Katherine White
Miss Virginia Barrett
Autumn Is For Understanding
There’s a deep scuffling of leaves
underfoot. Apples are in, some
how symbolic of the whole sum
mer’s yield, and the pressure is
relaxed. One can now mend walls
and tidy up the fields and garden
and snug the place for winter.
The pace changes. It’s not ex
actly a time for leisure, but there
is occasion now to look at the far
hills and to think longer thoughts,
thoughts not bounded by a corn
stalk’s height or a pasture’s
breadth. The big rhythms seep
into the soul, the rhythms of the
seasons and the years rather than
the rhythm of the long days and
short, hot nights.
One can look at a white oak
now and see the beauty of a stout
tree in late October. One can
watch an early flight of teal and
marvel at the instinct that com
passes a duck north or south. One
can watch a squirrel at his hoard
ing and hear the sweet whisper
ings of the chickadees in the or
chard. One can feel the world
about him, and see it, and some
what understand.
Autumn is for understanding,
for the longer thoughts and the
deeper comprehensions. How well
it is that each year should bring
such a time to rest the muscles,
yes, but even more important, to
relax the mind and give it time
and room to span the valleys of
belief. How a man’s mind can
reach beyond himself. October is
fallen leaves, but it is also a
wider horizon more clearly seen.
—The New York Times
This Is Montreat
We are beginning a year of
school at Montreat. For some of
us it is an old story; but for many
of the girls, it is something en
tirely new and somewhat bewild
ering, so let me introduce you to
Montreat.
Montreat is a Christian School,
under the guardianship of the
Presbyterian Church. Our teachers
are Christians, interested in our
spiritual learning as well as our
mental education. We hope that
every girl who comes here without
Christ in her heart may find Him
here and that those who know Him
may draw closer to Him under
these Christian influences.
Monteat is beautful. Soon the
fall colors will give the valley a
festive air. Fall will be followed
by winter, when the trees and
flowers will sleep and the snow
will make an all-enveloping white |
blanket. Then, with the coming
of spring, the earth again bursts
into all its glowing beauty.
Montreat is friendly. Do people
always speak to you, making you
feel that they’re personally glad
to see you and to know that you’re
here ? Even more important is
the question: do you pass the
same feeling on to the people you
meet? We like to think that there
is something here—something in-
explainable—something that makes
a friendly undercurrent of com
munication between the students'
—a feeling of oneness. |
Montreat is not just a school.
It is a personality of which every
one of us is a very influential part.
Are we all going to work together
to make it a pleasing, orderly,
beautiful, and a satisfying per- ^
sonality ? i
ED SAYS ...
Do take the time to admire all
the beautiful autumn scenes that
are seen now, in every direction.
Not only are they a pleasure, but
they are a source of real inspi
ration.
For the convenience of all con
cerned, the Student Bank is to
remain stationary (as someone
has said, “Who ever heard of a
bank moving around, anyway?’’)
It is now in the Business Office
in Gaither (Mon.: 11:15-12:10
a. m.; Tues.-Sat.:3-4 p. m.; Tues.
-Fri.: 6:46 - 7:16 p. m.)
As the Rev. Holland, our chapel
speaker last Wednesday said,
this year is one of opportunity for
each of us. Shall we waste our
opportunity and be sorry for the
rest of our lives, or shall we begpn
now to make the best of it?
A hearty welcome is extended
to the new Staff members and
our new faculty advisors.
After 7:30 on week nights we
have what we call Study Hall, and
let’s make it just that by trying
to do all visiting, other than that
which is absolutely necessary, at
other times. A time for every
thing, you know.
If you have friends at any school
that would like to exchange school
papers with us, give them the
name of our Exchange Editor,
Ruth Lucas, and ask them to send
her a paper. We’ll be glad to send
them one of ours in return.
Everyone seems to be cooperat
ing for the suscess of the dining
room plan for Sunday dinner and
Wednesday supper. It’s fun to
put on our company manners oc
casionally, isn’t it?
The editors wish to thank all of
those who are not on the Staff but
who contributed to this issue of
the Dialette.
S. P. s.
invites you to
THE STAFF ROOM
to a sale of
Annual Pictures
Montreat Scarves
Old Annuals
Magazine Subscriptions
The Dialette Goes To
A Study Hall
by Charlotte Burgess
The time has come when you
must face this cruel, cold world,
alone. Alone with quite a few
other freshmen. As much as I
hate to do it, this is the time for
me to approach you with this de
licate and strictly confidential
question. My children, do yett
know how to study? If a scene
that faintly resembles this one
takes place in your room between
7:30 and 11:30 p. m., then you de
finitely don’t.
The bell rings for study hall to
begin. You scurry to your room
like rabbits, just so-o- ambitious.
You are going to get such a lo
of good, hard studying done to
night Off comes the first layer of
your clothes, you grab a dozen or
so books, and with a migh y
heave you land in the middle o
your bed, half covered with vol
umes upon volumes of books. You
reach eagerly for the smallest o
these books—it will probably be
shorthand. Such queer little char
acters meet your eyes. The teach
er insists that they are words,
but you personally think that s e
is mistaken. You can’t
so you try to write them, but ®
iust don’t look like those in the
book. Finding this occupation
rather dull, you put Mr.
iside in favor of biology, w ic
is right up your alley. The as
signment is to trace the grasshop-
ber’s nervous system, but as far
as you are concerned, he as
neither that nor the esopha^s
that you’re supposed to iden i y-
A half-hour goes by. You loo
out of your window and down o
the other wing you see your ver
best girl friend sitting
bed. You start making wild
toward your mouth, which
Montreat means food and n
ing else. You see her dive under
her bed and watch her legs
wildly in the air for a
two, then up she comes bearing
a slightly crumpled, very dus y
box of crackers, and a jar of pea
nut butter that has seen its bes
days. You groan, clutch at you
middle and beckon for her to com
on over. She gives you a wickec^
grin and proceeds to stuff
self. Being positively too hungry
by now to study, you decide to
take a bath but find that ^ur
dear roommate is in the tub. ou
pound upon the door, and yell in
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