The Belles of Saint Mary’s
Bede’s Ecclesiastical History is Christian poetry.
Seneca is a French play.
Seneca is the place where the prayer hook was thrown
King Alfred was famous for his Bound Table and
stories of chivalry which he inspired.
Sans loy, Sans foy, and Sans joy are the three plati
Sans loy, Sans foy, and Sans joy is a line from the
ballad Cheny Chase.
Would that I had the nerve to tell you what I learned
about some of our reserved girls from the ouija board.
I’ve got it! I’ll use the dirt for blackmail. Sally
Wright, Teeny Montgomery, Hallie Townes, etc., better
be nice to me, goody, goody! . . . Kow for the find of
the week. Emmy Lou Scales has stumbled on her life’s
work—mopping floors. Ask her about it. She really
does demonstrate beautifully. . . . She’s a slick one,
look-ahead Lossie is. She was in the very center of
the Granddaughter’s club picture. “Well,” says she,
^^since I was in the middle, I should he president.
And so she is. She got herself elected last Saturday
morning. Smooth going, Lossie. You put one over on
us, but we don’t even mind—in fact, we’re just as
tickled as you are. . . . Flash! Ko, not Flash Gordon!
It’s Boykin and Lockwood this time. They have revo
lutionized stocking wear for the winter months. They
believe in the old saying, “Brighten the corner where
you are.” And they chose a cheerful yellow to do_ it
with. . . . Oh, Miss Goss, you should have seen Caroline
Ward collapse on the little store counter last Friday
night after she came out of the phone booth. It wasn t
a complete collapse, but she really did happily drape
herself around the counter and murmer—well, maybe
she wouldn’t want me to tell you. I’ll give you a hint,
though. She had been talking to Chapel Hill. ... I
sure have seen some ducky snapshots floating around
lately. Girls, you really have the right idea. You’re
going to be glad you snapped tho.se cute friends. Chaps,
your room, etc. I know. Oh, yes the oracle speaks!
. . . Isn’t that a good looking little object “Stuff” picked
up recently? You know, it rhymes with ring—I mean
thing. Whew! I most said something. . . . Madam
Chairman, for one of our coming auditorium programs
I move we ask Miss McDuffie speak to us on the sub
ject, “The War in China.” It really is amazing what
a store of information she has acquired on the subject.
They tell me February’s the longest month at Saint
Mary’s, but I can think of quite a few people who
won’t mind it so much. Mary Frances and Margaret
Terrell are going to V. P. I. this week-end, and a lot
of Saint Mary’s will be at Davidson in. a few hours.
Harriet ’n Martha are having a hard time waiting til
the eighteenth to go to Annapolis. Then the freshmen
and sophomores have been planning their dance on
that week-end. And March 6 and 11 have wonderful
surprises for us. . . . Then spring holidays! It won t
be so bad after all. . . . Hak had a little embarrassing
experience the other day, I hear something about
skirts. Guess that’ll learn you not to climb any bob-
wire fences. . . . Miss Lalor was mighty surprised to
read on some of her papers; “I have neither given or
received help—as you can see!” . . . or McDuffie’s ver
sion: “. . . but Heaven knows I need it!” . . . little
brainstorms during exams. . . . I’m transferring this
next item from the State College Walter Winchell
column—just to let you know what they think: “Who
is the good-looking blonde that Dick Henning is spend
ing sleepless nights over ? Are ya listen’, Betty ?
He’s in between
A puppy and a dog—
His tongue is just as wet
As an early morning fog.
His ears just as floppy
As the clothes upon our line.
He’s a silly dog, a senseless dog—
But he’s mine.
He doesn’t run.
But has a sort of jog.
He talks first in a bass.
Then soprano monologue.
His eyes are of coffee .
With a mischief-making shine.
He’s a funny dog, a foolish dog—
But he’s mine.
—Mary Willis Douthat.
As girls stood on the front campus after lunch one
day, their mouths dropped as a tall, heavy-set man with
a green and gold turban adorning his head walked with
Mattie from West Bock to Smedes. His skin was
copper-toned; his eyes gleamed like those of an Ori
ental; and his smile revealed a mouth filled with goW
teeth. Who he was and what his object was, no one
seemed to know. But those of us who did not shrink
from curiosity fear quickly followed him into- the par
Principe Notaes Majhara informed those about hnn
that he was an illusion artist, or a magician. Wer®
we interested ? Well, we decided to see how good he
really was. It is said that while he spoke a
magical words, he took a knife belonging to Annie
Hyman Bunn and really cut a hunk of material froin
Miss Dodd’s dress. Begging for more magic, the gi^®
hesitated to doubt what they had seen. Again Majhara
demonstrated his ability. This time Toddy Boykin
placed a piece of kleenex in her mouth, and the magi
cian drew yards and yards of colored-paper serpeiiUn®
from her mouth. That left us all speechless.
Circle tried to arrange for Majhara to present severs
tricks for our “girl-break” dance, but he was schedulen
that night to give a performance at Peace College-
The girls did get a chance to see him, however, o”
Wednesday night, February 1, at State College. They