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THE DIALETTE
February, 1949
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
EXECUTIVE STAFF
Editor-in-chief Elizabeth Miller
Associate Editors Frances Brown
Mary Anne Phillips
Business Manager Winnie Ferguson
Advertising Managers Marjorie Robertson
Martha Atkinson
EDITORIAL STAFF
Literary Editor Jane Holt
News Editors Cordie Hylton
Barbara Gladstone
Club Editors Charlotte Burgess
Lizabeth Wilson
Feature Editor ! Margery Washburn
Humor Editor Charlotte Roth
Sports Editors Meldonia Coley
Charlotte Hisle
Art Editor Joan Guthrie
BUSINESS STAFF
Exchange Manager Ruth Lucas
Typists Vicky Samburg
Janet Bound
Jerry Ford
Assistant Adv. Manager Polly Hawkins
Miss Nannie G. Watkins
Miss Virginia Barrett
SPONSORS
Mrs. Katherine White
Mrs. Macaulay
THE VIOLET PATCH
Scientific:
Frosh: “I have a lot of electric
ity in my hair.”
Soph: “Yah, natchelly, it’s con
nected to a dry cell.”
Confucius say:
“He who kisses a girl on a hill
side is not on the level.’’
“Man who slings mud loses
ground.”
Nit: “Why is that orchestra
leader shaking a stick at the lady?”
Wit: “Hush. He’s not shaking
a stick at her.”
Nit: “Then what’s she scream
ing for?’’
Spring has come
The snow has went
It was not did
By accident.
—Orange and Blue
Prof: “I- hate to tell you sir,
but your son is a moron.”
Father: “Wait until he gets
home. I’ll teach him to join one
of those fraternities without my
consent.” —Orange Peel.
“May I kiss you?”
(Silence)
“May I please kiss you?’’
(Silence)
“Say, are you deaf?”
“No, are you paralyzed ?”
Thoughts On Wasted Time
Opcasionally there comes a
day when life seems everything
an eighteen-year-old college girl
could ask for. A day when all her
classwork is prepared, when her
clothes are in perfect order, and
when, at six o’clock, she can still
laugh! As a usual thing, in spite
of all that same girl’s good in
tentions, eleven o’clock P. M. ar
rives with only a small portion of
homework done and a distant feel
ing of unrest.
Could it be that she is waste
ful, that she is an amateur in
juggling a day-full of minutes, or
that she is an expert at finding
“extra-curricular activities” to oc
cupy her hours unclaimed by
classes ? That is the fearful con
clusion the girl is forced to draw
after wasting ten precious min
utes in examining the question.
Perhaps those hour-long “hen-
sessions” could be saved for the
week end, those new novels for
“after-study” time, and those let
ters for Sunday afternoons. Un
doubtedly so—but wouldn’t life
get tedious?
Marriage: A hit and miss prop
osition. If you don’t make a hit,
you remain a miss.
“Pay your taxes with a smile.”
“I should love to, but they in_
sist on cash.”
Fellow Students Need Help
Imagine yourself as a student in Yugoslavia, China, Poland, or al
most any European and Asiatic country devasted by war. You have
no warm, comfortable dormitory in which to live, no rising bell to
call you to a hot, well-balanced breakfast, no teacher to instruct you
at regular hours daily. You havn’t even paper and pencils enough,
not to mention textbooks or laboratory equipment.
You sleep wherever you can — and if you still have a home, you’re
lucky. You havn’t eaten a well-balanced meal in years; in fact, you
can’t remember when you’ve REALLY had enough to eat. If anyone
is willing to teach you, you congregate anywhere — in a shack, cel
lar, home, or old school — and bring your few sheets of paper on
which you’ve written so small in order to use every bit of space, that
you can hardly read what you’ve written. You sit on the floor in un
heated rooms with scarcely clothing enough to cover your body,
much less enough to keep you warm. If you’re fortunate enough to
own a textbook, you almost memorize it, and every margin and fly
leaf is covered in notes. You hesitate to use the eraser on your
stubby pencil because you don’t know when you’ll ever get another.
Your own country can’t provide them, and other nations don’t seem
willing.
It isn’t a pretty picture, is it? We read of it and idly remark that
the situation couldn’t be as bad as that. But foreign students wno
have experienced the reality of these circumstances tell us that it
IS true, and that unless we do something about it, tomorrow’s lead
ers will grow up intellectually and morally weak.
Just after World War I, an organization called the World Stu
dent Service Fund was set up in order to aid needy professors an
students in Europe, China, and other parts of Asia. This organiza
tion still campaigns annually, and colleges all over the U. S. are
sponsoring drives to raise money for these overseas educationa
centers. Many colleges have gone over their quota. Princeton Um
versity, for example, set $20,000. as a record goal for its Campus
Chest this year and has given five thousand dollars over that! Ten
per cent of this goes to the W. S. S. P.
It is truly a cause deserving the support of every college student.
Montreat hasn’t set a definite goal, but the Cabinet has suggested
that everyone bring to the George Washington party a penny for
each year of her life as a contribution to the fund. We urge every
one to cooperate whole-heartedly with this plan. It’s our chance to
do our part in offering a helping hand to students who aren t
blessed as we.
Don’t stop with a mere seventeen or twenty pennies — give twice
that amount. No matter how small or how large our gift might be,
it will give someone an opportunity to learn. Is it not worth it?
TO AN EXPRESS BUS
A flash of white and crimson
speeding past.
You fairly spurn the ground
and run so fast
That ere I wave a greeting, you
are gone.
Aristocrat of coaches! Gliding
on
From long straight highways of
the seacoast wide
To S-curves on the mountains’
rugged s’de,
In just a few short hours you
cross the state.
Proud, graceful type of those
who concentrate
On one, not many purposes and
bend
Their very power toward the
desired end.
Mrs. Katherine Wilson White
One afternoon recently. Miss
Watkins was teaching some of her
Spanish students to give direc
tions in Spanish while she was
driving. Mr. Mooney, after see
ing them stop and start several
times, was visibly nonplussed. He
finally walked over to the car
and inquired of the trouble and
o'fered to help.
Miss Watkins, having heard
that Mr. Mooney was an old
Spanish scholar, informed him (in
Spanish) that she was only giv
ing her students a practical les
son in vocabulary. Mr. Mooney
stood there, completely abashed
for a moment; then he inter
rupted with the prize line of the
day: “Tf there’s anything the mat
ter with this goofy car, please
tell me in English so I’ll know
what to do!”