The Belles of Saint Mary ’s
April 25, 1941
A WINTER’S TALE
The day was cold, very cold, icy
cold. Wind dashed a few grimly
surviving March leaves against the
tall houses and then flung them help
lessly into gutters black and moist
with the slush of last week’s snow.
It was five-thirty, almost dusk. The
three girls stopped on the big-city
street corner to argue about a place
to go for dinner. They were celebrat
ing. In two hours they were to be fed,
home, and dressed to attend Helen
Hayes’ first-night performance of
'Twelfth Night. The saddle shoes
and socks, so practical for walking a
mile and a half to town, limited
their choice of eating places. Or
perhaps their very Southern bring-
ing-up made them hesitate to brave
the Belvedere in bandanas. It only
took them fifteen chilling minutes to
reach the profound conclusion that
they had to eat somewhere and that
their best and most delightful pros
pect was The Captain’s Table, a tiny
second-floor restaurant three-fourths
of the way home.
They walked. They plodded
against the blustering wind. It blew
tears into their eyes and a deeper
red than roses into their cheeks. It
made their fingers ache and their
toes tingle. It rushed under their
coats and blew their curls—or what
was left of them—madly out of their
kerchiefs. It made conversation im
possible, and gradually it began to
get on three tired pairs of nerves.
And the icier the wind howled the
hungrier they became. They had
practically eaten a seven course din
ner in their cold-sharpened imagina
tions when, three blocks away, they
saw the little restaurant’s sign. Six
blocks beyond was home.
The passers-by stared as three
windblown girls sat down on a sooty
doorstep and wailed. They had
walked eighteen blocks against a
March -wind to read “Closed for Re
pairs.” There was nothing to eat at
home. In their apartment independ
ence they had eaten everything edi
ble that morning for breakfast.
They could go to Bocelli’s if they
liked piping hot spaghetti and coffee
and pie a la mode. That is, they
could go to Bocelli’s if they could
find it. The glamorous one had dis
covered it one midnight—“Oh, Bob
and I walked out of the Belvedere
and around the corner and there it
was!” As simple as that. There it
had to be.
They walked. They plodded—
blown roughly on by the blustering
wind. They glared at the pretty
shops. They leered frigidly at one
another, but the tears in their eyes
were tears of determination. Using
the Belvedere as a center, they tried
walking around each of its four cor
ners, but after every excursion they
came back looking discouraged and
puzzled and a little frightened. It
was five of seven. Nowhere could
they find their Italian fairyland
“just around the corner.”
A derby-and-velvet-collared-over-
coat gentleman bade his chauffeur
good evening and tipped his hat to
the three. “Please,” they gasped,
“have you ever heard of Bocelli’s?”
“You mean to eat?” cried the young
man. “Yes,” they hissed, “to eat.”
Yes, you can run three blocks to
your left even when you are half
frozen and starving. And hot spa
ghetti drowned in sauce and meat-
Miss Davis to Give
As You Like It for
Commencement Play
CLOTHES LINE
Helen Ford to Play Rosalind and
Nell Neiderhauser, Orlando,
On May 24
A group of old and new actresses
tread the boards again in prepara
tion for the Dramatic Club’s Shake
spearean play to be given on May 24.
This year’s commencement play
will be Shakespeare’s ever popular
comedy As You Like It, which is
mainly concerned with the involved
courtship of Rosalind and Orlando,
played respectively by Helen Ford
and Nell Neiderhauser. Mary Emily
Claiborne will play the part of Rosa
lind’s father, the banished Duke,
whose dominion has been usurped by
his brother Frederick, who will be
portrayed by Betty Hess. Others in
the cast will be Amiens and Jaques,
played by Rue Guthrie and Mary
Alec Wells, Beau, played by Sophia
Redwood, and Oliver, played by
Nancy Wilson. Touchstone, one of
the cleverest comic characters in all
of Shakespeare’s plays, will be play
ed by Ann Castleman. Other comedy
element will be provided by Mary
Northcutt as Charles, the wrestler,
William played by Martha Right,
and Bunny Stribling as Phebe.
Celia, the villainous Frederick’s
daughter, will be played by Jane
Cowan; Corin and Silvius, the shep
herds, will be played by Carolyn
Peurifoy and Kathryn Norman,
Adam by Frances Barrett, Audrey
by Sara Jane Kitchin, two Lords by
Dorothea Herty and Ann Baker, and
a page by Elizabeth Toepleman.
This is Miss Davis’ first full-
length production this year, but from
the promising sounds issuing from
the auditorium around rehearsal
time this will be one of the out
standing events leading up to the
climax of Commencement.
(Continued from page 1)
It’s going to be a 100 per cent
cotton summer—for there’s nothing
so all-American. AVith the Easter
season over, all the stores are packed
with the freshest, crispest cottons
ever. Piques . . . ginghams . . . seer
sucker—all cool, packable materials.
And if you’re tired of plain pique—
substitute the “waffle” variety—it’s
become very smart. Get away from
the usual “red sehoolhouse” ging
hams and buy a chic town tailored
one that will take you shopping or
out to lunch with equal ease. You
also have your choice of seersuckers
and 'chambreys that serve double
duty as active and spectator sports
rocks. Any—or all—of these should
assuage the worst case of spring
fever you’ve ever had. If you can’t
afford a spanking new outfit—well,
don’t go wistful on your friends.
They’ll only suggest vitamin pills.
Instead, try pepping up that wilted
ensemble with an extravagant new
piece of costume jewelry—one of
those striking shoulder straps of jet
white plastic—or a colorful lei—
plastic of course.
And on your feet there’ll be spec
tators for all occasions—but for va
riety there’s a grand new crop of
light leathers in darker colors—
they’ll always be useful when the
spectators get dirty. The new play
shoes are, as usual, all sizes, shapes
and colors.
There need be no forecast of eve
ning wear for we had our own pri
vate showing at the Junior-Senior
dance. “Skinny” Sharp and Mary
Northcutt were exponents of the
white lace, fluffy skirt school—and
coached grand. Ruth Bond’s white
lace over black was striking. Page
Marshall’s redingote and dress of
pastels was one of the most unique.
Libby S. in a frothy blue marqui
sette and Libby A. in shell pink were
ascribing all honor and glory to the
Jones clan. . . . The rule seems to be
tight bodice and full skirt. But—
the exception is always good, too.
DONALD PEERY PLAYS TO
CAPACITY AUDIENCE IN
FACULTY RECITAL
(Continued from page 1)
Russian composers: three Preludes
by Shostakovitch, Nocturne for the
Left Hand Alone by Scriabine, and
Three Bagatelles by Tcherepnine
were rather dissonant, often satirical
in character, but very clever. The
final Bagatelle was very brilliant and
ended the program on a high note of
excitement.
balls will do more than anything on
earth to thaw you out in a short
time.
At seven twenty-five they climbed
giggling, warm, and happy to their
apartment. In five minutes they had
to be dressed and well-groomed and
calm, and believe-it-or-not, they
were. Dressed, well-groomed, serene
—“NO. I can’t stand it!” The
glamorous one stood in the middle of
the floor, threw back her blonde head
and screeched.
What had disturbed our cool, col
lected heroine? A minor matter
after her hectic afternoon—she had
left her purse at Bocelli’s.
Order of the Circle
Initiates Members
In Secret Ceremony
Impressive Torchlight Procession
Is Evidence of Tapping of
New Members
CORDELIA DAY JONES GIVES
VOICE RECITAL
vieni” from “The Marriage of Fig
aro,” three French songs: Romance
by Debussy, Chanson de Marie An
toinette by Jacobson, L’Ete by
Chaminade, and a group of English
songs. The Lass with the Delicate
Air by Arne, an early English song.
Have You Seen but a Whyte Lillie
Grow, the Windflowers by Josten,
and To a Messenger by LaForge.
Most remarkable was her ability
to project the meaning of every song
and to sustain its mood. Her dra
matic sense was best evidenced in
the recitative and air from “The
Marriage of Figaro.”
AVinifred Rosenbaum, pianist, as
sisted Cordelia. Her performance
of a Debussy Prelude, Les Danseuses
de Delphes, and two pieces. About
Strange Lands and People and Im
portant Event from Schumann’s
“Scenes from Childhood” was artis
tically very fine.
Cordelia is a pupil of Miss Ger
aldine Cate. She was accompanied
by Janice Fitzgerald, a certificate
student in piano.
At The Theaters
★
AMBASSADOR
APR.
25-26—ZIegfeld Girl.
27-29—The Great Lie.
30- 3—That Night in Rio.
STATE
APR.
24-26—Monster and the Girl.
27-28—Blondie Goes Latin.
29-30—Next Time AVe Love.
MAY
1- 3—Tlie Round-Up.
WAKE
APR.
25 —Bad Little Angel.
26 —So You Won’t Talk.
27-29—Western Union.
30 —Saturday’s Children.
MAY
1 —Tin Pan Alley.
2 —Little Bit of Heaven.
3 —Gold Rush Mazle.
PALACE
APR.
25-26—Devil’s Pipe Line.
27-29—Ziegfeld Girl.
30- 1—The Great Lie.
MAY
2- 3—Flying Wild.
CAPITOL
APR.
25-26—Riding on a Rainbow. .
27-29—Northwest Mounted Pol'C
30- 1—Arkansas Judge.
MAY
2- 3—Texas Stagecoach.
The Order of the Circle held
third initiation of the year on Thui'^'
day, April 24, and welcomed the
lowing new members: Ann Castk
man, Carol Cobb, Sue Harwoo^^i
Charlotte Alahan, and Bunny Sti'ib'
ling.
An impressive torchlight proces
sion of figures garbed in long bla^|'
robes and hoods was the school®
only evidence that new members b**‘
been tapped by this secret organic®
tion. Membership in the Circle
considered one of Saint Mary’s higl’
est honors. Qualifications for nrc^®
bership are based on scholarship’
citizenship, fellowship, and service-
The Circle’s project this year b®-
been Saint Alary’s campaign p’
British war relief. The organizati®”
has sponsored one Girl-Break Da^®*^
this year and plans another
Alay 10.