The Belles of Saint Maet’s
land, and to pursue the historical and literary interests
which Trance holds for him.
When asked what one change he would make at
Saint Mary’s if he were given the opportunity and the
means, Mr. Jones said he would like to enlarge the
Chapel and to add a large new organ. Finally, as a very
pleasant surprise to all, Mr. Jones announced that he
is planning to supplement the regular Sunday Night
Vesper Service with an organ recital of a half-hour in
length once a month.
O BOYCE
The Bell rings and Mary Saunders across the Long,
Large room.
“Hayes, Charles Albert Petigru,” she Crows.
“Harris your mother tonight?” he asked Blountly.
“Hunter up ’cause I have Noble news for her.”
“I Douthat she’s here, but I’ll go See. Putney your
hat on the Booker shelf and Sutton down.”
“Don’t bother. Watt you been doing? Harwood
you like to go Peekin’, although I’m a Lytle Busty?
I’m not Poor tonight—I’m Eich; so I Broughton to
you a Bose and a Lilly to wear in Townes tonight.”
“Boykin I go for that! You’re a Prince, but my
dress is all Bagland!”
“It’s Eainey and Buffner outside than you Guess,”
he replied Gravely.
“By the way,” she exclaimed, “I Betts you can’t
Guess where I Sawyer last night—in the Butcher shop 1
You were buying Fish, and it smelled Fowle!”
He said, “You are Sauvain.”
“Well, man, you needn’t get so Hooffy.”
“O. Keefe. That Shaw is Legrand dress you have on.
I love Brown and White.”
“I feel real Blythe tonight beCoff, man, I love you
Moore and Moore. You’re a Powell House!”
Then he said, “My sister’s waiting. I better go
Joyner.”
“Well, don’t Work too Hardison, and Wright me.”
As he left, he said, “I’ll Kaulback tomorrow.”
Helen Aydlett Kendrick
Better known as “Hak.”
Age—17.
Ambition—to be a magazine photographer.
Usually seen—rushing to a meeting.
Pet hate—gripers.
Favorite food—anything.
Most used expression—“You buzzard.”
Pastime—drawing, collecting dogs, singing.
Wost fault—talking too loud (“one of ’em, anyway,”
she says).
Weight—92 pounds (?).
Whenever there’s a Dramatic Club play, everybody
knows that Hak will have a leading role., xind because
she’s interested not only in acting but also in make-up
and directing as well, she was elected president of the
club. That’s enough to keep any average person busy-
But Hak is hardly average. She loves to piddle with
paints (just ask Miss Harris how good she is) and she
makes a hobby of singing. This is one pastime that
both the Glee Club and the Choir profit by. The Saint
Mary’s publications use up the rest of her time by
demanding examples of her journalistic talent. Then
she is in the Letter Club by making varsity teams in
kickball and swimming. And as if that weren’t enough,
treasurer of the Circle and the Doctors’ Daughters
Club, and a member of the Constitution Committee.
She is one of those “can’t do without” people that are
absolutely indispensable.
OUB BEEBES
Laura Gordon
Home—Leaksville, N. C.
Height—5 ft., 8^ in.
Hair—dark brown.
Eyes—brown.
Favorite song—“I Only Want a Buddy, Not a Sweet
heart.”
Odd like—telling family tales.
Favorite color—pink.
Ambition—to go to China.
Favorite food—chocolate-covered peppermints.
Pet aversion—taking notes on a lecture.
Most used expression—“My goodness!”
Upon arriving at Saint Mary’s Laura at once won
the respect and admiration of her classmates, as proven
by being elected president of the Junior Class. Due to
her previous activities iri Y. P. S. L. work, she was
appointed to the Saint Mary’s Y. P. S. L. Council. In
fact, she is an ofiicer in the Diocese of N. C. League, all
of which goes to show that we, here at school, are not
the only people that recognize her capability, poise, and
personality. Outstanding in athletics, a member of the
kickball team and out for the basketball team, Laura
is the kind of girl that helps Saint Mary’s live up to its
well founded reputation for outstanding girls.
CAMPUSEVG
Dramatic Moments
Miss Davis was rehearsing her much-heard-of “trees’
and “winds” the other day. To Mary Kistler she an
nounced: “You’re a tree.” Small Mary walked over
to stand with the “forest” group towering way above
her. She looked up at them. “I’m a shrub,” she said.
A room in Holt, just any of them. First speaker
(last and only, too) : “We just wanted to look at your
room to see if we’d like to have it next year. Oh, your
walls are green, aren’t they? OOOH! ooh! I think
they’re kinder sickly. (Bounce, bounce.) Are your
beds better than ours? I heard they are. Does the
sun get in your eyes when you sleep in this bed, or does
the sun come in here in the morning, or does it come
in the afternoon? I’d rather for it to be in the after
noon, I believe. Does it fade your rugs, ’cause my
mother had some rugs that faded one time and she
swears it was the sun that did it. Your room doesn’t
look as big as that other one we saw, does it? Can
you get to the dining room as quickly from your room
as from those right next to the steps ? Do people above
you keep you awake all night ? Somebody told me they
could hear the bed over them creak every time the per
son breathes.” And so on far into the night.
* * *
Overheard
Sybil; “He goes to State.”
Sally W.: “State what?”
Sybil: “State what do you think ?”
Sally: “Prison ?”