Page 4
THE DIALETTE
October, 1949
Freshman Gets Kick
Out Of College Soccer
M. McIntosh
When my mother sorted my
clothes, marked them with my
tag, packed them neatly into a
huge, worn trunk and placed both
the trunk and her starry-eyed
daughter in the hands of Mr.
Greyhound, little did she realize
the kicks of life that were com
ing to her precious freshman baby.
By kicks. I’m referring, of
course, to soccer. By soccer — I
mean the art of chasing a con
trary ball down the field and
leaping awkwardly up the field
pushing same ball that is just
filled with wicked intentions of
going south when its intended
goal happens to be the one to the
north.
The Rule Book states simply
that “One dribbles the ball to her
goal.” The rule book says nothing
about one’s being followed by all
the girls on her team, not to men
tion all the girls on the opposing
team who are just dying for the
opportunity of taking the ball
away, even if it means taking a
friend’s leg with the ball.
My first invitation into the
mysteries of this game came at
third period P. E. class. A wild
voice yelled “Trap that Ball!!”
Visions of North African Snares
burst into my head as the ball
crashed into other regions; and
that .same voice yelled again, “You
didn’t trap it right; do it over!”
To any spectator who might be
interested, trapping the ball is a
simple method of stopping it with
one foot while balancing precar
iously on the other foot. There’s
another method of trapping the
ball, though it may cost you the
friendship of the tribe leader. You
stop the ball with your knees by
coming down on the ball. One time
I missed the ball but came to a
kneeling position anyhow. I spent
the rest of the period trying to
convince the tribe chief that I
wasn’t praying for the game to
end any faster than ordinary.
I have built up a strong heroine-
worship for the goalie - or per
haps it’s just a feeling of envy.
That lucky girl stands comfort
able leaning against the goal
posts waiting for some twenty
girls to knock themselves out kick
ing, trapping, lunging, and drib
bling the ball down to her, at
which point she gracefully stoops
and picks up the ball and throws
it out - just to cause the same
thing all over again!
Monthly Birthday
Parties Are Popular
Charlotte Burgess
The beginning of this school
year brought many additions to
Montreat customs. Among them
was the monthly birthday party -
for which we are thankful to Miss
Holmes.
On the third Thursday in each
month there is a joint birthday
dinner for all students and teach
ers celebrating a birthday in that
month.
The table is attractively decorat
ed with a floral centerpiece and
a beautiful color scheme is car
ried out. The theme corresponds
to the season. Serving on the
permanent decoration committee
are Miss Daniel, Mrs. Mauldin,
Margaret Gonano, Frances Brown,
and Betty Marshall. Miss Doris
Northcott, the dietician, provides
a large cake, decorated to fit in
to the chosen color scheme.
A student will serve as hostess
at each meal. For those students
and teachers who do not have a
birthday during the school term
there will be a party later on in
the year.
These parties are guaranteed
“morale builders” when away
from heme on your birthday.
Well, maybe I have changed
with the passing weeks. Maybe my
bandaged shins and my calloused
knees have done something for
me. I’ve lost that starry-eyed
stare, and I even find myself eag
erly scanning the Bulletin Board
to see when my team is going out
for practice. Maybe I’m a glutton
for punishment, but mother’s lit
tle freshman is going to learn to
take the kicks of life, even the
soccer ones!
WOODCOCK
MOTOR COMPANY
Authorized
SALES & SERVICE
BLACK MOUNTAIN
North Carolina
SOSSAMON - TYSON
Furniture Co., Inc
EVERYTHING
FOR YOUR HOME
Black Mountain, N. C.
Gifts For Everyone
Do Your Chri.stmas
Shopping Now —
RUG & JUG SHOP
Black Mountain, N. C. '
Freshmen Have First
Fling Of The Year
“How do they rate!” “Just look
at those men!” “Don’t even speak
to them?” These were the mourn
ful cries of the upper classmen
Saturday night as they sat around
in an almost deserted dining hall.
The reason? Why, Montreat-
Davidson entertainment, of course!
Lookout Lodge had the honor
of housing the forty some odd(?)
Davidsonians who came to squire
the college freshmen to dinner and
to a square dance. Although some
of them were late, everyone made
up for lost time by having lots of
fun. The Rec Hall, decorated for
fall and Halloween, shook under
the feet of the girls and men; and
the gaiety and spirit of the occas
ion was easily caught up by the
Sophomores who arrived at inter
mission to serve refreshments and
take their places in a few sets.
It was an exciting weekend for
the freshmen and was approved of
most heartily by the sophs and
upper classmen.
L A N C E’ S
Esso Service
TIRES - TUBES - BATTERIES
Dial 2491 - Black Mountain
GOFF
Radio Service
Sales and Service
Opposite Post Office
Black Mountain
Flowers For All Occasions
Flowers by Wire
HUNTER FLORIST
Phone 2041
Black Mountain, N. C.
KEY CITY
PHARMACY
Prescription Druggists
Phone 5231
Revlon - Yardley Cosmetics
Black Mountain
Ellington Studios
QUALITY
PHOTO - FINISHING
PORTRAITS
Black Mountain, N. C.
Phone 37G1
Mountain - Lovers
Tackle Mt. Mitchell
Irma Webb
You low-land lovers really
missed something by not hiking
to Mt. Mitchell with us last Mon
day. We began our hike at about
10:45 Monday morning. We went
up a trail on Greybeard, crossing
and recrossing the mountain
streams. There were a few little
rivulets which soaked the paths;
so getting our feet wet was one
of our first experiences! On the
way up we discovered a new mem
ber of the mushroom family to
add to the Biology Department
collection. But there was a tragic
result - the science teacher didn’t
exactly know of what type it was.
Get on the ball, Mr. Brewer!
As we left Greybread Mountain,
all of us were excited by each new
and fascinating thing we came
across. Misses Smith and Jackson
were able to enlighten us quite a
bit concerning these many discov
eries.
The thing we enjoyed most was
nature in its lovely gown. The
georgeus fall leaves covered the
mountains, making a beautiful
panorama of color. The view was
best from the Blue Ridge Park
way.
As we went along this main
highway leading to Mt. Mitchell,
we became very eager to reach
our destination. Over and over
we thought we were practically
there. Not so, girls! We had some
stiff walking ahead of us. When
I say “us,” I mean Miss Smith,
Miss Jackson, Mr. Brewer and 23
strongly determined girls. Ten of
the girls mounted the bus on the
highway and gazed at the scenery
for the rest of the trip. We kept
our eyes glued to the road, look
ing anxiously around the curves
for the parking space which we
knew was there - somewhere!
Reaching this point at 5:30 P-
M. we had only % of a mile be
tween us and FOOD! We covered
that distance in a time too short
to relate.
Soon we were on top of Mt.
Mitchell - the highest peak this
side of the Rocky Mountains. A
few of the girls walked a little
farther on to see the wrecked
plane. Food has a way of boosting
one up!
At 10:00 P. M. we were back at
our dormitories after a long bus
-ide, and found hot ch'colate and
■c Okies waiting for us at the Inn.