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Montreat's Chrtstmas List Dear Santa: These are a few things that the stu- ents from Montreat would like to have; ^^le Grethen—one peaceful Biology Lab and Nylon stockings. I^ebecca Morse—a glass case. ^eth Rose—Time for Mrs. Corbett’s class. “Marty” Walton-Ken. ® new car starter. Ronnie. a doll 5 feet tall. Raula Betters—Stan. Judi Pollis_a car. Reth Hall—someone to manage my brother. Margaret Crawford—a brain, daynie Newcombe—to go to Disneyland. Carolyn Law—a T Bird. Munch”—to go home. Sh orry Boomhower—Capezios. Cmdy Terry—a man. Ceorginia Swann—warm clothes. ■^nn Moore—one big, soft teddy bear. R'ayne Schroyer—Jim and Florida. Ruthie White—a clean room and money. '^onda Overman—cover back. Harbour—“Preacher.” Rat Hoff—a trip to California. danee Howard—Winston cigs. Rrosty Moore—to go home. ■'^nn Jolly—breakfast in bed. *^dy Atkinson—a boy friend. ®an Hadley—to make a certain person happy. ■'^*‘lene Glass—a great, big, stuffed panda. ^'^■ginia Beale—better study habits. anielle Pries—Nothing you could print. Sh( Glasgow—a white blouse, transportation when I cannot walk Robbie Dennison—Dickie. Shoes a longer vacation. T' Baxter—articles in on time and pay ment for subscriptions for the Dialette. December, i960 Bobbie Hembree—a can of beer to wash my hair in. Darr—a trip to Boyds, Maryland. Margaret Cooper—a banana boat headed toward home. Bill Rhodes—just sweet teachers like Miss Hoyt, Miss Wilson, and Mrs. Corbett. Jim Knupp—a jet and my baby. Haskell Davis—a blond(?) Lynn—a baby. lifai-go—Maurice and ads for the Dialette. Ted—two front, gold teeth. Where Is Everybody? A mysterious creature made his way around the Montreat campus recently. His chief delight was to strike innocent sleep ers. After he had infested each floor in both dormitories, there was a silence, then the slamming of doors and the patter of feet All during the night Mr. X continued to leave his mark. It is thought that he had a kinfolk along with him too. At the crack of dawn, telephones began to ring at College Hall. “I don’t know but there are some pretty sick people here ” Or “I'm coming over with another car load, have Miss Lucy get the shots ready ” Students were moved from one dorm to the other. College Hall was filled. At one time there were thirty students there. As soon as some got better, out they went and in came the others. There was a bright side of the story though. Some Montreaters finally can say I’ve had one of Miss Lucy's shots. Some girls got to see what the inside of College Hall (see boys dorm) looks like, and every one had a look at the newest fad. Co educational dormitories. Hats off to all the able bodied students who fought off Mr. X and his friend, but we must never forget the ones who really killed this dreaded pair, “Miss Lucy and “MOM.” They were our mothers away from home, never stopping except to grab a bit of food here and there. They were like guardian angels keeping faithful watch throughout the abhorent epidemic. Fortunately, the sickness didn’t last very long and wasn’t too serious, but ask those who were hit, and they will tell you it wasn’t to be taken lightly either. Incidentally, if you are still guessing who Mr. X and his friend were they were the intestinal flu and virus. From Three to Nine One fatal night as a group of girls walked through the lobby, there stood Miss Smith recruiting swimmers. In order to take the swimming lessons, you had to be able to float. There were three girls who wanted to learn to swim so bad that they went to Asheville early every single Fri day night for three weeks just to learn to float so they could take beginning swim ming. There were quite a few very interesting and exciting happenings that took place: Lynn Conner came out with a few minor scratches the first time (3 to be exact), Conner also received a lovely citation from the nicest policeman, and she almost got her license renewed that night along side of the road. There were the swimming classes, too, where we learned to kick, float, breath (of all things), and finally the dreadful deed of diving. It seems as if there was a different driv er every Friday night. “Shoes,” how much gas is there in a car when the tank reg isters “E”? Push, Carswell, the gas sta tion isn’t but another mile. Two nights before our test, two brave souls, Toni and Ella Mae, took the swim ming test and passed with flying colors and tired legs. Just because the instructor wouldn’t let Betty “dog-paddle” across the pool is no reason she should fail! Carswell has a new life saving technique used on her—out by the hair of the head. It may have started at three feet in a pool in Asheville, but nine feet deep was the goal accomplished by Toni, Ella Mae, “Shoes,” Mary, and Betty. Who knows? Intermediate swimming starts soon. Mortals Become Angels What makes Christmas at Montreat? To many who are observant, one very obvious part is the rustle of angel wings hurrying to do a secret deed and the squeals of pleasant surprise from happy mortals. Yes, the Christmas spirit of Montreat is the annual mortals and angel participation from each student. As each potential an gel draws her mortal’s name, the intrigue begins. That is part of the fun to try and guess who that dear soul is who supplies you with all those extra calories daily, but thumbs down on the one who is suc cessful. Regardless of the extra pounds and the panic at the discovery of missing shoes (thejt’re being angelicy polished) the thought of unselfishly giving is the spirit of Christmas at Montreat.
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