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The Belles of Saint Mary’s 1 DO YOU AGREE? “An honest man’s the noblest work of God.” Whatever our individual opinions may be regarding honesty, the above quotation is evidence that two re nowned English poets not only re garded truth as the paramount vir tue but expressed their feeling about it in identical language. Perhaps some of you disagree with Burns and Pope in their confident assertion concerning nobility. Most of us are trained from childhood to tell the truth and to form honorable habits; therefore, we are inclined to take honesty for granted as if it were an essential quality of character, but one relegated to the background and needing no re-evaluation in an en larged family group. However, new acquaintances and varying experi ences very often make us begin to wonder if honesty is such a common place virtue after all. As we grow older and more fully comprehend the meaning of the simple word and ob serve how few people are strictly honest in every relationship with others and with themselves, we are more inclined to agree with the poets. There must be something in our fellow associates which leads us to say of one, “If she says that is so, it is,” or of another, “Well, you have to make allowances for her stories. She always exaggerates or she tells only part of the truth.” How does one acquire honesty, anyway? “The noblest work of God” does not spring Minerva-like from the mind of its creator, but develops only as the re sult of effort. Is the fact not true that the integrity in each of us is there because all of our lives up to the very present time we have been developing a definite pattern of be havior ? Consciously or uncon sciously we indelibly stencil this pat tern in the details of our every-day lives. If we decide with John Lyly that, “The measure of life is not length but honesty,” then are we not challenged by a duty to discover the way of truth early in life and to pursue it throughout ? Saint Mary’s is the best possible training camp for moral exercise. From the time we arise in the morn ing until we retire at night (what ever hour that may be), opportuni ties for individual decisions of right and wrong present themselves al though some students feel that very little freedom of choice is left them after they do everything that the student government, the faculty, the honor council, and the hall council demand. With such careful guid ance, surely no Saint Mary’s girl could use ignorance as an excuse for wrongdoing. Being honest is not always easy. Little white lies are sometimes smooth and gracious. Absolute truth very often is seemingly abrupt, bit ing, unkind, though it need not be so. Continual truth habits create sin cerity in those who follow them and always win confidence from associ ates. A promise is still a sacred pledge of honor regardless of what Hitler and others like him have tried to show the world. V. L. W. ALBIZZIA JULIBBISSUM Dusk, and a figure with bulging pockets climbs the stairs to her room. There in the hush, which means that her roommate is in the library, she draws from beneath her bed a sheaf of neatly folded newspapers. Care fully placing a long dark object within the sheaf, she returns it to the floor, taking infinite pains to hide every inch of it under heavy books. Bushing to the desk she opens a small, black notebook and in the half-light, traces the follow ing mysterious inscription; “South campus, 3"-5", obovate, twi. pin. campd.” “Aah,” she mutters, “thirteen.” Hazi agent? Ho indeed, just lit tle Sally Scientist working on her leaf collection. Her hands are cold and smeared with sticky sap, her hair disheveled and tangled with bits of bark and leaves, her skirt and socks dotted with burrs. But the gleam in her eye is one of triumph. Tenderly she removes the bobby pin which holds the sycamore ball be hind her ear. The hole she tears in her jacket pocket trying to remove the magnolia fruit goes unnoticed in her botanical fervor. She takes a piece of paper from her pocket and patiently carries out the directions thereon: post oak acorn right blouse pocket, beechnut left coat pocket, maple wing skirt pocket. Suddenly her concentration is shattered by an ear-splitting shriek, “It’s a gingko!” Sally leaps to the door, upsetting all her acorns and fruits, only to find that it is not a gingko at all, but a common redbud. She knows it is a redbud; she didn’t date that boring forester Sunday for nothing. To her unsuspecting friend in the library comes Sally, glasses polished, notebook in hand. Dimly conscious that she is being called, friend looks up from the depths of Chaucerian research to see Sally, bright-eyed and smiling, waving a beckoning finger. “Yes, I’d love to go to walk,” she says, and mentally ponders Sally’s sudden love for fresh air and exer cise. Once outside, Sally’s mood changes. Her mouth is grim, her eyes steely and determined. “You took it. What is it?” she hisses. With visions of cash boxes running through her head, friend quavers, “What is what?” “This," says Sally, brandishing a veritable tree under her nose. “Oh, that. That’s albizzia juli- hrissum; its leaves are alternate and twice pinnately compound. Any thing else ?” But Sally is not listen ing. Her eyes have a far-away look. “Hold my notebook,” she whis pers, and running wildly forward, arm upraised, leaps higli into the air. “Missed it,” she sighs, and glares disgustingly at the branch above her head. It happens every year; it’s an old Saint Mary’s custom. It’s all in the interest of Science; and the leaves are going to fall off, anyway. THE CLOTHES LINE Mr. Weather is making the clothes situation a very difficult one. Last week he whitewashed the ground with frost; Virginia even had snow! How he is playing summer, and the air smells like spring. Hot or cold, we must be stylish; remember the old proverb, “Pride hath no pain,” well, that’s us. We would put on our best winter bib and tucker if the thermometer were 90°, ’cause it is Fall, you know. The editor of Harper’s Bazaar, Mrs. Snow, prophesied plaids this season, and one quick glance at the student body will be sufficient to prove our up-to-the-minuteness. Mrs. Kloman’s tea gave some of the lucky Juniors and Business Students am ple opportunity to put on their fin est. Black was the predominating color; wonder why? It does take inches off these hips, and it’s always flattering. Happy Hoover looked positively fetching in a black velvet with Irish crochet v’s on the front and back, giving that pinafore effect. Dale Wickham, plus the red hair, wore black faille. The full skirt and tight bodice gave her one of those nineteen-inch waists. Three-quarter length sleeves ending in white cuffs completed the outfit. Plaids are everywhere! Did you notice Tootsie Sherrod’s tan, rust, and white plaid wool dress. The convertible neck was closed with pearls on the outside while the but tons down the front were hidden by a fly. Jinnette Hood and Edna Boy kin were bold enough to buy plaid coats, and they are stunning. Both are blue and red plaid combinations, but not the least bit alike except for the fact that they are fitted. Plaid shirts are “the” thing. Anne Davis has a love. It’s a light brown, blue, and rust combination that goes with everything. Can’t help mentioning Anne’s suit. It’s the scoop of the week! Man-tailored beige herring bone, gored skirt, and extra long jacket, patch pockets and all. An apple-green sweater, sporty brown hat, and brown suede medium heel pumps add the finishing touches. While on the subject of beige, look for Euth Bond’s cashmere Jersey, shirtwaist, full skirt, and long sleeves, and a good-looking brown hat to match her alligator shoes. One of those “little things” for the suit, dress, or coat is a bright jew eled clip or pin. Elephare has a china dog while Adelaide wears a British red, white, and blue crest. Earrings are sweeping the campus, anything and everything goes from pearl tips to long, dangling gold ones. HERE BY DAY Although the day students do not make up a majority of the student body at Saint Mary’s, they contrib ute to the success of the school. They share in the responsibilities and recreations which are dominant throughout the year. Katherine Kirby, the president of the day stu dents, is making an earnest attempt to promote school spirit among the students. By setting a good exam ple herself, she is taking steps ward this goal. Katherine has long blond hair an** a vigorous manner. On the dan^c floor she is excellent, as the jitter' bugs of Saint Mary’s can testiff' Urging the girls to co-operate her, she made this statement: “During this year I hope that tb® bond between the day students aD“ the boarders will be strengthened' We want the boarding students know that we like the school, and rr® think the girls are g-r-r-rand.” We’ve been wondering what tb® day students really do think of Said* Mary’s; so we asked them. This the response that we received: Mary Sneed: “I could not har'd made a wiser choice in selecting * school.” Ida Dunn Harris: “Goodness, I’r'® had to work so hard that I haven * stopped to realize how much I Saint Mary’s. I think the girls af® lovely.” Kelsey Crocker: “Here’s the hes^ proof I can give of liking Sain Mary’s; after being away from ih® school for eight years, I’ve coin® back again.” Betty Chase: “I think that Sain Mary’s gives a splendid foundatm*’ and background for later life.” Watch this column for further developments on the day studen front. At The Theaters ★ AMBASSADOR NOV. 2- 5—Hullabaloo 5- 9—Strike Up the Band 10-12—No Time for Comedy 13-16—Down Argentine Way PALACE 1- 2—That Gang of Mine 3- 5—Foreign Correspondent 6- 7—Hullabaloo 8- 9—Before I Hang 10-12—Strike Up the Band 13-14—No Time for Comedy 15-16—Ride Tender Foot, Ride CAPITOL 1- 2—Roving Tumble Weeds 3- 5—All TTiis and Heaven Too , 6- 7—Coming Round the Mountain 8- 9—Two-Fisted Ranger 10—Black Diamonds 11-12—My Love Came Back 13-14—Golden Gloves 15-16—Wagon Train WAKE 1— I Was An Adventuress 2— Beyond Tomorrow 3- 5—When the Daltons Rode 6— Balalaika 7— Two Girls on Broadway 8— Typhoon 9— Free, Blond, and 21 10-12—Private Affair 13— Lillian Russell 14— Edison The JIan 15— Bachelor Mother STATE Oct. 21 to Nov. 1—Our Town NOV. 2- 3—Quarterback 4- 5—Argentine Nights 6—Sandy Is a Lady 7- 8—Gold Rush Maisie 9-10—Captain Caution 11-12—Man I Married 13-14—Yesterday’s Heroes 15—Dreaming Out Loud
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