The DIALETTE is the official news
paper of Montreal College, and is pub
lished monthly by the Dialette Staff. Its
purpose is to give the student a fair and
unprejudiced view of campus life.
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Leta Miller
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Eleanor Seagle, Nancy Cresap
Barbara Dorton
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Mae Foon Eng, Betty McGuire
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DEAR SANTA CLAUS:
There’s a very unique and talented class
in Montreat College—the Seniors. And,
since this is our last year, we’d like some
very special gifts.
For our president, Ginny, please bring a
bag of apples for her to take Professor
Greenwood, so she can make a good grade
in Journalism. For Mary Jane, a pocket-
size “Smitty” to use when she gets stuck
teaching. For Ann, a bqx of stationery to
write letters to both Marthas. For Mabe, a
boy friend, since she’s never had one. For
Tishie, a substitute to use in practice teach
ing. For D. J., a heap more visits from
John B. For EK, something long, slim, and
delicious (not named Ed) in her stocking—
a peppermint stick. For June-bug, a new
way to wear her hair. For Lola, about
six inches in height, so she can meet the
rest of the world. For Betty, an escalator
from Fellowship to the Music building. For
Alice, a way to go out for basketball, and
sleep in the afternoon, too! For Heide,
10 extra hours in every day. And for Mary
Ruth, teach her how to run the mimeo
graph, so she won’t have to type all her
publicity releases! For Mrs. Sawyer, a gig
gle, since she never laughs.
We’ve all been so good, “Squatty” Claws,
so please bring these for us. We’ll leave
—Turn to page 5
" Thanksgiving Day --
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MONTREAT'S HOMECOMING
Thanksgiving is always an extra wonder
ful day in Montreat because the alumnae
and former students return to see us.
Here is the news about some of them
MARTHA GETSINGER, Class of ’53, is
Church secretary at the West End Pres
byterian Church in Hopewell, Virginia.
“It’s great to be back and see all the old
girls again!”
EVELYN HENNESSEE, Class of ’52,
is Principal and teacher of the West End
Church Grade School. “I didn’t really
want to come”, she said. “I had to, just
to chaperone Tom and Martha.”
DOT LUNDY, Class of ’51, teaches first
grade at the West End School in Hope-
well, Virginia. “There just aren’t words
. . . it’s wonderful to be back in Mon
treat!” she exclaimed.
MAE HAGER, Class of ’52, is Home
Demonstrator in Kennonsville, North Caro
lina. It’s pretty good to be a Montreater
again even if it’s just for one day.”
MARY ANN SMOAK is choir director,
secretary, youth worker, and janitor in
the Presbyterian Church in Greer, South
Carolina. “It’s really wonderful to be in
Montreat again, seeing all the old familiar
faces, and the new ones, also.”
FRANKIE HALL, now Mrs. Bill Robbins,
is a graduate of the Class of ’48. She, her
husband, and two children live in Kno.x-
ville, Tennessee.
It s mighty good to be back,” said PAT
WILUAMS, who is teaching eleventh and
twelfth grade French and English in the
public school of Pageland, South Carolina
Another French and English instructor
of the Class of ’53 is COLLEEN STORY
who is working in Denton, North Carolina!
It s so good to see such a large student
body, and Fellowship open again.”
BECKY GLENN, “Professor” of English
and history in Glade Valley, North Caro
lina, wrote her statement. “I really have
a good feeling when I get within the good
ole Mon treat Gate, because it’s my fav
orite place; I hope to return soon to
view all the sights and people . . ”
^LICE WARDLAW, Class of ’51, is teach-
ing history and physical education in her
high school Alma Mater in PowdeJ
Springs, Georgia.
STO^v r year business course,, JEAN
STORY IS now employed with the Billings
Jrrolfna North
GRACE PARRISH, a member of last
years Freshman Class, is secretary to the
Assistant Engineer of the State ffighwS
—Turn to Page 6
BIG TWO GAME
Good afternoon, fans, this is Halitosis
Anne reporting the latest on the Big Two
game of the year between the “M” Club
and Montreat Varsity.
The weather is biting cold, the field is
in good condition, and the players as per
usual are unconscious.
A piercing scream from the coach and
the twenty-two rough, ready, willing soc
cer queens charge out on the field. The
captains gather their teams for the last
minute instructions and then positions are
quickly found. This is the moment thous
ands of fans have been waiting for . . •
and at last the sharp, shrill whistle blows,
the players lunge forward and with huge,
bold voices they sing “Happy Birthday,
Miss Smith.”
Now the game begins with the Varsity
holding back the “M” Club until the mid
dle of the first half when Pogo Plecker
valiantly stops a high flying ball with her
shapely legs . . . this is the turning point
in the game.
At half time the Blue and Gold cheer
leaders dash out on the field giving their
customary “all” for the cause by singing,
dancing, and cheering. The “M” Club then
gave a cheer for their H20 Boy who was
dressed and ready for a raid from outer
space.
Second half of the game seemed to
tingle with excitement; everyone was
tense, still waiting for someone to score.
When out of the “M” Club squad Bubbles
Bishop, Moose Gillespie and Chuckles
Chaplin caught the hurling ball and
“Moose” kicked, making the score 2 to
0, winning the game for the “M” Club.
Although the “M” Club did take the
game, (he Varsity players are to be com
mended for holding down the scoring by
their unique team work and fine spirit.
Before I leave these old grounds and
fly back to the great nowhere I would
like 10 leave a few words of advice to the
Varsity team, hoping that it will help to
change next year’s score from Varsity 2 —
“M”. First of all, stand and scream as
loud as you possibly can, then run up and
down the field it’s good exercise), watch
the cars passing by, and above all don’t
kick that ball—poor thing—it has feelings
loo. Wren you catch the ball throw it in
to the nearest basket . . . that’s right, two
points . . . opps . . . wrong game. Oh!
well, it was great fun while it lasted. Wilh
these encouraging though's in mind, you
will no doubt be labeled “Queens of Soc
cer”.
Dialette