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The DIALETTE is the official news paper of Montreat College, and is published monthly by the Staff of Student Publica tions. Its purpose is to give the student a fair and unprejudiced view of campus life. EXECUTIVE STAFF Editor-in-Chief Jolene Parks Associate Editor O’Neal Harris Business Manager Betty Blount Literary Editor Ellinore Krieger Advertising Managers SUN DIAL Jo Ella Dunaway DIALETTE Olivia Bishop EDITORIAL STAFF Feature Editor Mary Ruth Marshall News Editor Chappell Mikell Reporters Doris Hinson Frances Thome Sports Editor Catherine Harper Art and Publicity Heide Funke BUSINESS STAFF Typists Dorothy Chant Sylvia Holcomb, Margaret Langston Assistant Advertising Manager SUN DIAL Jewell Bailey DIALETTE Jean Story Sponsor Miss Elizabeth Maxwell heTTou! Calling all Montreat - minded girls! If you think the world and all of your school, and we know you do, here is your chance to prove it! One of our very best means of selling our school to prospective stu dents is our annual, the SUN DIAL. We are going to need help this year in financ ing this book, which we believe will be worthy of all you can do for it. When you are home for Christmas, ask your friends and family if they wouldn’t like to have their names on our sponsor’s page —only $2.00, or up to $5.00. If they are feeling extra generous, they can buy a square in the ads section for $6.00. And speaking of ads, let’s see what kind of salesmen you are. Ads sell for $6.00, $10.00, $17.50, $35.00, and $50.00. If you think you might be able to sell some ads, check with one of the staff members and get the prices and sizes in mind. Also, a yearbook is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, just as each year is. What happens in one year never happens again, quite the same way. Another year some of the same people may not be here. You will want this year’s annual to have every thing in it that will remind you of your friends and all the good times you have had in Montreat. That calls for more pages, and pages call for more money. So how about it? Let’s all get to work and make our 1953 SUN DIAL a real treasure! Realization . . . For weeks my life had been like the mad rush of 5 o’clock in the afternoon in the busy city. I had each day dragged myself out of bed with the early dawn, and in a mood that showed my displeasure, I had proceeded with what I considered the positive DUTIES of the day. I neglected to smile at many of my friends, and I forgot the cheery word that used to make them smile. I rushed by groups of happy girls because I had no time for mere conversation anymore. I was quiet around my roommate because I needed time to think. I sat in class star ing out the window daydreaming of what the days would be like after I got through this trying experience of college. At night I fell in bed, very tired, and dropped asleep almost instantly, only to wake a few minutes later (or so it seemed) to the tune of a rude alarm clock which was announcing the arrival of another such day. This, I had concluded, was the extent to my predestined happiness, and the test of my life was the degree to which I was able to bear it without breaking. Thus I smiled when I had to, worked ’ because that was the means of meeting the test, and grasped hungrily for a bit of much- needed sleep, which though fitful and full of bad dreams, was the escape from the lush. A typical example of a large num ber of young people who can’t see their way clear above the water line of every day living. The night was cold and still. The stars twinkled in the sky amidst the small white floating clouds. The chattering crowd was going some where so I went along. I found myself in Gaither Chapel where the many candles made only a dull glow against the scene before me. As I sat quietly, feeling too tired to move, I noticed that there wasn’t the faintest stir among my usually active companions. Each was lost in her own oughts, her own remembrances of what she had been told about the story of this program. I lost my thoughts and became absorbed in the story that was being retold in pageantry. I listened to Isaiah tell of a coming King, I listened to the angels sing, and watched the lowly Jewish maiden re- glorious tidings. I saw the shepherds around a camp fire as they side the little town of Bethlehem. Then I saw the glory of the stable containing the lowly manger m which was laid the greatest Gift the world has ever known I saw peat and small people alike wor ship Him, and I, too, felt like going up IT LOOKS BETTER NOW If any of you have had occasion to go up to the infirmary lately, we hope ^ been well enough to notice and appr the face-lifting that has taken place, ably the sick folks up there can ppr it even more, since they spend a deal of their time looking at the and ceilings. What we’re talking is the new paint job on the msi more dull white “hospital” walls, u ty, cheerful blues and greens with w woodwork trims. The. building is so . now that people are getting rdoo® wanting to extend their visits rhei" > Miss Ward has already expressed c over this. Incidentally, the Star i pleased that their room was > and in green ’n white, too! ® for this much needed improvemem first to the College Senior Class o who left some money for repam infirmary, and then to those w private gifts to make up the cos . to everyone of you from everyone .g Miss Ward said that the ? ^he that they have in mind are „ floors, fixing the tables in the and getting curtains. Any help, ^ or muscular, will be apprecia e . Ward also said that any teachers a dents are welcome to come up an pretty everything looks now. and bowing before this peaceful For as I had listened my h®art s to swell to its content, and I ^ sing, and give, and work, and a ^ now I saw the reason why I ',g ^he there through simple modern j fgr glory that the world has con ai nearly 2,000 years, the glory ^ can have completely in his own And I realized the worth ot ^^g Christmas night, for to the wor peace -in the hearts of mem ^j^g strength to the weak, ;“°*’ljgndless desperate; it gave love to the and mercy to those not deserving. Already to me it has been cost, I thought. And with this realization, I rose and turned o^ ^ SHOES SWEATERS Ladies’ Ready-To-Wear Slips by Miss Swank Bras by Perma-Lift s U M M E Y ’ s Black Mountain, N. C. Pialetf®
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