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The Belles of Saint Majy’s October 6, 1944®tc The Belles BELLES MARIA BROWX GREGORY OF SAINT MARY’S MARGARET JEFFRESS RODWELL Published every two weeks by the. stu dent body of Saint Mary’s School. Editor .... Exchange Editor Faculty Adviser Maria Gregory Betsy Durham C. A. P. Moore STAFF Temporary Staff: Spot Baskerville, Kate Uroadfoot, Roberta Bryant, Mar tha Conger, Phyllis Cowdery, Betty Gritfiu, Bobby .lean Hardy, Mary Holmes, Betty Lou Hood, Sidney .Jones. Anna M. iloomaw. Sue Moore, Peggy Moran. Margaret Norfleet, .lane I’eete, Sallie Robertson, I.sabel Robinson. Mar garet Rodwell, r.uey Seaman, Mary Arden Tticker, Stuart Verdery, Aiuicv JVood. Member Plssocided Cblle6iale Press LET’S STEW ISABELLxi! Do you know Isabella? Ho? Are you quite sure you don’t know her? Isabella munches gum, at table, in town. Isabella giggles in chapel. If she speaks to anyone in passing, her greeting is a yawnish nod. Studying for Isabella—don’t be dumb! Only stupes study and after all Isabella must keep up daily with “Love Besmirched.” Ho extra sport activities for Isabella; she’s afraid she’ll overdevelop that beautiful fig ure. Eespect for her teachers, a pride in her school, and interest in world affairs, i.e., other than wulte- U2IS of Donald (that “handsome hunk” of pin-up fame) O’Tweeke— none of this for Isabella. She is absolutely too busy, too busy being Isabella. Know her? Ho? How lucky you are! Home—Slop Bottom, Warrenton, H. C. Age—18 (not 16, contrary to popu lar belief). Hair ’ll’ eyes—plaid and pin-striped. Ambition—to be tw'o inches taller. Pet hate—the Bulletin’s competitors. Spends spare time—stooging. Always heard—“Oh, no! You’re iea-sing me!” Always seen—with Mary Arden. Hobby—sweeping fioors (especially those of 211 Holt and the Publi cation’s room). Pavorite article of clothing—my cor duroy jacket like Mr. Moore’s. Favorite perfume—Whirlwind. Favorite food—milk. Favorite song—Straighten Up and Fly Right. Is looking forward to—polishing ’ silver. Odd likes—Tuck, Eidy, and Wood. "Worst fault—giggling. Is wild about—servicemen (all branches ). Offices, clubs, etc.—Editor of the Bulletin, Sigma Lambda Literary Society, Glee Club, Political Sci ence Club, Altar Guild, Belle’s Staff. Eemarks ; Mag is responsible for half of the noise and debris of 211 Holt, but she takes time out to clean occasionally—there is no maid short age in Holt—work by appointment only. Her questions are famous— “Is 2344, A.D. or B.C. ?” In spite of a seemingly limited mental capac ity, “Henry Luce” EodwelTs brain child, the Bulletin, is second only to Life magazine. (Dominic, please note—she’s still waiting for the field jacket.) Home—Eichmond and “Hickory Lodge,” temporarily the Staff Eoom. Age—three more years ’til I vote. Hair ’n’ eyes—straight and weak ening. Ambition—to be a foreign corre spondent. Pet hate—not getting to Princeton. Spends spare time—involuntarily reading classics. Always heard—“ya-as.” Always seen—looking for Wood or Tuck and Eodwell. Hobby—photography and art. F avorite article of clothing—my slinky fringe dress. Favorite perfume—Shaliniar. Favorite food—Hershey bars. Favorite song—Begin the Beguine (with memories attached). Is looking forward to—no more war or gin rummy. Odd likes—knitting on my tattle tale gray sweater. Worst fault—exaggerating. Is wild about—“Saint Mary’s Pre- Flight School for Angels.” Offices, clubs, etc.—Editor of the Belles, photography editor of Stage Coach, E. A. P. Literary Society, Letter Club, French Club, Dramatic Club, Altar Guild, Can terbury Club, Political Science Club. raphy. . . . Ask Coe where she the wings she’s sporting—but don’t F^ believe her. . . Oh, if anyone hai'^® an extra P. 0. box, please lend to Ella Meadows—she’s having trou-fe ble finding room for all of her cor^®* respondence. . . . Margaret Horfleet^^i' is one of the girls in uniform dur^^' ing the week. ... Was it Estelle’s Lt. or his car that created all the™ commotion that week-end? . . . Asi^^’ Cat about the Beta she met at the*^^' beach this summer. . . . Athalia Alli'^® good has started counting days till L Christmas—she’s already receiviHe^^' Christmas cards! f Eejoice I Mary Dickey and Betty.^^ Sue Tayloe have finally received ters ^ from their respective oceans^^^ (A A P). ny AEE OUE MIHDS OH COLD STOEAGE? SUSAN ELIZABETH MOORE Home—Winston Salem. We carelessly turn on the radio expecting to hear Harry James’ trumpet blare forth, and then sit silently for a few minutes while we listen to the news of the Greek inva sion. We listen respectfully to the cold mathematical figures that show the increase in the casualty lists. The news of the present battle of Dunkirk and the fierce fighting in the Pacific causes us to shudder just a little and murmur some trite jihrase about the horrors of war. And then we trot off for a carefree afternoon at the movies or little store. The movie’s fine, even if the uni forms do remind us of him. The news reel leaves us a little blank, but we do manage to cheer and boo the presidential candidates. Of course we consider that we’re author ities on politics, little realizing that we are merely “mirrors.” We close our eyes to pictures of dead Ger mans and Japs and more tightly to views of our own wounded and dead. We claj) our hands over our ears to silence the gun-fire. We look pathetic for a moment in respect for the starving and desolate civilians in other countries. And then we leave to get that coffee ice-cream Avith marshmallow sauce, please, and glalice at a pretty dress in Taylor’s, and j)ut a nickel in a slot machine to hear Frank Sinatra sing. But do Ave ever stop to think? Age—18. Hair_ ’iT eyes—blonde ’iT broAvn. Ambition—to cure my day-dream- ingness. Pet hate—those ants in 308 Holt. Spends spare time—trying to jitter- bug. Always heard—“Where’s Martha ?” iVhvays seen—shuffling to the li brary. Hobby—painting. FaA'orite article of clothing—my coonskin hat. Favorite perfume—Woodhue. Favorite food—Angel food cake. Favorite song—Little Man With a Candy Cigar. Is looking forAvard to—Christmas. Odd likes—friendly people. Pet passion—lollipops. Worst fault—buying wacky hats. Is Avild about—red-headed men. Eemarks: Eidy is the gal in the fringe and furs, but contrary to the Avide-eyed innocence she usually dis plays, her Avays and Aviles can be AA’orked on aa'oIa'cs and AA'omen— either in gathering material for the Belles or gathering— material. She has quite a passion for peanuts, so A ancy can go to college next year. Be sure to look for the “Aluminum Sayings of M.B.G.” or “Poet, And Don’t KnoAv It (Ehyme EA’ery Time)” soon to be published in the blankety-blank Bulletin despite the combined efforts of EodAA^ell and C.A.P. against it. Phyllis CoAvdery has the neAA’est j frat-pin addition here. It’s a K.A^ SAA-eetheart pin and he’s at Wake^^ Forest. Didn’t Caroline Myers’ pair ofie wings and Mercury convertible ere-re ate a commotion last AA-eek-end ? . . • ' Betty GoodAvyn missed the girl'taj break last Aveek-end, but she had a be A'ery good reason, and then he goGa transferred a couple of days before. - Maybe she’ll tell you about it . . Pud Tudor has a secret, too . . Gi Penning has trouble sans Diego, lei n’est-ce pas? . . . Betty Griffin’s'i» a daze. Don’t bother her—she has ' second Lieutenants on the brain. 'la -\.t present the infirmary has a roomer, Jane Peete. She’s really’’;'' clean sheets evei’y nighl until she gets her double-decker fd' 205 Holt. . . . The Senior’s are haJ' ing a catty time in Holt—the foiu- legged kind I Saint Mary’s noAV has a iieAV tra- Iti SAINTS’ SALLIES Offices, clubs, etc.—Editor Stage Coach, Editorial Editor Belles, Sigma Lambda, Political Science Club, French Club, Canterbury Club, Altar Guild. Eemarks: A jiile of books, some modern art, and Sue—all are to be found in .308 Holt. And have you seen the angelic screen ? Eight about noAV Sue is learning how to jitter- bug, Avith the PaAvley’s Islandish advice of roommate Martha Parker, and of course Avith the faithful “Dig Me Blues.” Sue Avrites daily to “someone” in HeA’ada . . . she’s plan ning on Las Vegas, not Eeno! Actually school’s been open three Aveeks—seems like years, doesn’t it? All the summer cavorting just can’t seem to be forgotten I Judging from all the men on cam pus the first Aveek-end of school, uniforms are holding their own in spite of peace rumors. In fact, uni forms seem to be holding their OAAm all Aveek—have you ever seen quite so many field jackets, jumpers, and serAuce hats ? Eleanor Thomas’ ship finally came in and she took off for home last Aveek-end. By the AA'ay, Sarah Bain’s ^^Jeeji” came in, too. . . . HaA'e you noticed the iieAv additions to the S. M. S. rogue galleries? Quite a profitable summer eA'idently. . . . Sue Tuck Eason had a sunny time last Aveek-end. Hote the ncAv gleam in her eye. . . . Old flames burst forth with mail simultaneously Tuesday for Ann Edmunds, Haney Wood and Mary Holmes. There’s nothing deader than a dead loA'e (?)... Mary Valentine’s another one of our engaged Juniors—are the Seniors so terribly unattractive ? . . . Flee thinks it’s a one-man Avar. She dashed in yesterday AA'ith the neiA’s that “he” had conquered a iicav is land ! . . . When spare time’s abun dant, droj) in 111 Holt and hear the neAv addition to Eoberta’s autobiog- dition to vie witli the very old on^ ^t' of the kicking post. Betty LoU [f instigated it on second floor Holt by U’ draping a certain individual’s pF' ture in black Avhen he didn’t coin^ across Avith the desired mail. B AA’orked Avonderfully. Tucker and It Maria soon folloAA^ed suit. And the imA'eilings after mail delivery Avere ik; really something. . . . Speaking of mail—Flee is still arguing the vii’"*^' tues of V-mail. Did Ave understand that Peete and Sallie had a hard time convincing,, those Carolina V-12 football players on a certain issue? ... Of course, ,. you saAv May Taylor Avith her HaA'I fiance last week-end. . . . Frances Avera ran into a Carolina “aC' ^ quaintance” in Durham when she ^ went OA’er to see her father. . . . SeV' eral underclassmen are already plan* j, ning for the Army-HaAy game (mainly Lena)—Ave repeat, are the seniors so terribly unattractiA^e ? Kitty Quintard’s AA’eekly orchid arrived yesterday. . . . Kate and “Bones” Avent to Fayetteville to see Kate’s brother—Sarah SteAvart Aveiit South at the same time. Did you day-dream over that “copper-penny” moon too ? “Bobby S.” EodAV’ell’s use of the all-purpose filing system in Mr. !Moore’s classroom has at last been discoA-ered. Ask today’s eleA’en o’clock senior English class to tell you aboui it. Incidentally, Sallie Eobertson is going home to Washington this AA’eek- end. . . . Did you know that Aveck- ends Avill be open for old girls on October 20 and for ncAV girls on October 28 ?
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