The Belles of Saint Mary’s
November 5, 19^^
The Belles
OF SAINT MARY’S
Heaven Ends When
The Routine Begins
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TOOniB SIKES
SUSAN JENKINS
Published every two weeks during
school year by the student body of
Saint Mary’s School.
Editor Betty Anne Yowell
Fumity Adviser 0. A. P. Mooke
STAFF
Liicile Best, Susie Dell, Katy Evans,
Rachel Kearney, Carol Mahon, Mary
Aim Robinson, Ruth Saunders, Alice
Lide, Barbara AVooteu, Mary Giles
Stewart, Ellen Rixey, Beth Yarborough,
Minor Jordan, Rosa Little, Ann Town
send, Catherine Campbell, Pat Cohoon,
Lila Camp, Mary Ann Gray, Elizabeth
Kent. Betty Trentman, Betty Ray,
Frankie Allen, Martha Woolery, Betty
Brown I,ewis, Leah Rigshee, Martha
Nash. Sylvia Newson, Carolyn Watson,
Nancy Bogart, Frances Clark, Suzanne
Dawson. Heilig Harney, Ann Duncan,
Sue Joyner, Jean Craft Jenkins, Peggy
Williams. Shirley Crenshaw, Sarah
Ann Rasberry, Barbara Miller, Cynthia
Perkins.
ORCHIDS TO you, MRS
MARRIOTT
We, who only know the dining
room as a place where we can “so
cialize” and enjoy one of the neces
sities of life, don’t realize the trou
ble, efforts, and work involved to
keep such a necessary “business’"
running in perfect order and on per
fect schedule. Every day when _we
walk in to eat a meal we never think
of thanking anyone, for it is simply
something we take for granted. But
think of all the fuss we’d make if one
day the little hell didn’t ring and
there were no mealf
This year Mrs. Marriott and her
staff have worked doubly hard to
make Saint Mary’s dining room an
even more enjoyable place for every
one. And in the face of high prices
for food and help, this isn’t too easy!
The meals have been well-balanced,
and that plum-pudding and ice
cream just can’t be beat. For every
thing you’ve done, "we’ll just say:
“Orchids to you, Mrs. Marriott!”
WHY? RULES ARE RULES!
“ITe just don’t understand why
business students cant have senior
privilegesf Why?”
Two years ago. Saint Mary’s had
a tw'o-year business course, and at
that time second-year students were
considered seniors and had senior
privileges. Last year, it was decided
that the course could be completed
in one year; as a result, there are no
senior business students.
Still, there seems to be a misunder
standing. Some business students
still expect senior privileges, even
though they are not actually seniors.
We should remember that Saint
Mary’s now has five distinct classes:
freshman, sophomore, junior, senior,
and business. To keep them distinct,
the business class h^d to be given a
certain standing and rating as well
as the others. According to the
Catalogue, “In order to be well pre
pared to take the one-year course to
advantage, students before entering
the Commercial Education Depart
ment must have completed high
school.” Therefore, they are consid
ered jvriors and are given junior
privileges.
On 1 age 29 of the Catalogue are
found t’ e requirements to be a Sen
ior. “The student must present
credits ’’or 26 semester hours of
standard college work and 26 quality
points; she must have removed all
conditions; she must take sufiicient
work to give her, by the end of the
Have you noticed the girls walk
ing around the halls smiling hap
pily—or how excitement seems to
echo from one dormitory to the
other? W^ell, it’s all because of a
trip to that spot every girl loves—
home. Whether it be a short week
end or a long one, it’s still a won
derful week-end at home.
As the last bell brings classes
to an end, there is a mad stam
pede. The girl going to a foot
ball game or dance is smiling, but
the one going home is glowing.
There’s a dash for a taxi, a reck
less run to the terminal, and final
ly she’s on her way.
Whether home be near or far,
it’s an endless trip; but somehow^
time does creep away and the
homeward bound finds herself in
another terminal. There’s some
thing special about this one,
though, for it’s the old home
town. The traveler steps out of
the conveyance, and there is the
family. Even little brother looks
sweet. And mom and dad! ^How
did the Saint ever get along with
out them.
Into the car with bags and hat
boxes she goes, under that famil
iar Avheel. She never realized
she’d missed driving so much. Out
through town down familiar
streets, each one with its own par
ticular memory, she drives. Final
ly she turns into a driveway and
there it is—home 1 She dashes up
the stairs to her room and flops
across the soft, soft mattress.
Heaven—what could be better.
And sniff 1—that luscious odor
drifting up from the kitchen—real
food that actually has different
tastes.
An hour has passed and she’s
still too full to move. The phone
has been one endless buzz—and
she didn’t even have to wait for an
outside line or climb up to the
third floor for someone who wasn’t
there. It’s almost time to dress
for her date—and believe it or
not—she doesn’t have to sign in
or out.
The night has flown, utterly.
How can time be so cruel! She
tells her date good-night and
closes the door. Once more she
ascends to her room and gets
ready for bed. Hungry? Well—
she might just see what’s in the
ice box.
After stuffing herself, she climbs
into bed and falls into a deep
slumber. She opens her eyes and
sunlight is streaming through the
curtains—and no cowbell is ring
ing. The morning is already half
gone and she has so much to do.
Funny that the trip back never
takes half as long as the trip
home. She arrives at dear S.M.S.
and once more falls into what is
pleasantly called routine.
Home—Monroe, N. C.
Age—19.
Hair ’n’ eyes—black.
Pet hate—name like Toodie.
Always heard—period.
Always seen—talking to Mrs. Horn-
back.
Hobby—eating.
Favortie food—Toddle House pie.
Favorite song—Until.
Favorite perfume—^White Shoul
ders.
Odd likes—^Will.
Looking forward to—giving Barbara
Miller a campus slip._
Pet passion—Ocean Drive.
Ambition—to go to Lynchburg.
Wild about—2nd Holt.
Favorite article of clothing—shoes.
Offices: President of the Senior
Class, Circle, Hall Council, Canter
bury Club, Mu.
Remarks: Toodie’s wit and win
ning personality endear her to all.
As the Senior Class President she
has added much spirit to the school.
Home—Goldsboro.
Age—19.
Hair ’n’ eyes—brown ’n’ green.
Pet hate—breakfast at 7 ;30.
Always heard—in the library.
Always seen—in a petticoat.
Hobby—eating.
Favorite food—onion sandwiches.
Favorite song—Laura.
Favorite perfume—Tigress.
Odd likes—cold, cloudy days.
Pet passion—crazy hats.
Looking forward to—my next vie
end.
Ambition—to sing in the choir- ,
Wild about—D. A. (District AR
iicy). . „jj’s
Favorite article of clothing
white shirt. , ,t
Offices: Secretary of Stu .
Government, Circle, Hall Cou»
Y. W. C. A., Dramatic Club,
Remarks: Susan’s charm and ®
cerity have drawn us close to
liei''
We admire her as one of oui
outstanding seniors.
Expert Exterminators Offer Tried
and True Methods Of Ridding Pe^[
TO BID OR NOT TO BID
(As heard in the Day Students’
room.)
Adele Hicks: “Well, partner, ^I
don’t have 2)^ honor count, but 111
say ‘spades’ just for fun. And for
pete’s sake, don’t hid hearts.”
Ann Dewey: “I bid 2 clubs, pe
riod.”
Shirley Fox: “You said 2 clubs?
Hmm. I say 2 hearts. Somebody
hand me a cigarette, please.”
Betty Morgan: “Huh? Well,
when you gotta, you gotta. I
PASS.”
According to unotiicial S.M.S.
rules, all is fair in love, war, and
bridge. Libba Dorris, Martha Cone,
and Katherine Creighton just don’t
believe in those old Culbertson rules.
However, Ann McKenzie actually
made a grand slam ; Marguerite
Burton, Betty Louis Battle, and
Berta Allen Russ use their brains
also. “Mary Marr” and Eliza Chip-
ley claim their bridge-table slump
comes from poring over studies.
Peggy Johnson and “Tut” Combs
are freshmen that go all out for “just
one hand after lunch.” The funniest
bridge table quartefso far are: Phyl
lis Kelly with her witty wise
cracks; Jane Clendenin with her up
roarious jokes; Ann Badger Smith
with her dry wit; and Joan Stieber
with her imitations of the famous
S.M.S. characters.
1
According to the general ,
sensus, determined by the
Poll, roommates are here to s
We are here to tell you
how to get rid of that trouble^^^jf
creature who complicates
housekeeping and your ffi''®,Ms
Several tried and true nie ^
are recommended by
roommate exterminators thi®
out the South.
numberless iusi ^
There are
devices for driving your
i-oo
mate slightly insane; for lusi
w’histling softly under
disgustingly
breakfast.
Disregard
V
cheerful A®
breath during study hall, or^a^^je
what the ,ni‘'
says. Go ahead and make a
out of your roommate. pii
you think you’re paying hei
tion for?
In this power age, it is
to your advantage to be
and' braivnier than she is-_
these conditions, it is
small dictatoi” i5(
to set up a
Might means right!
have no difficulty in ^
her that there is no reasoi
You lijis
persiF'^^,,,
bP
anyone wuth her superioi^^^,j.
power should not do the ^ jot-
two, and this' includes od
and all manual labor.
Any symptoms of
should be immediately squ
For this purpose, you - I'l’ll,
i'ui uiiis rrnO ‘ ;il
gard the latest fashions.
ning speed cannot be a
a hobble skirt.
Post these rules immediat^goi)).
a prominent place in g,ji^*!
year, a total of 64 semester hours of
credit.” There should be no ques
tion then. Business students simply
do not have these requirements.
Rules are rules, and what the Cata
logue says goes.
If a ivoman attracts men, she
has sex appeal; if she attracts
women, she has style; if she at
tracts everybody, she has charm.
—Readers’ Digest.
1. Small loans may be aP
for on Wednesdays and ^ f
at a fair rate of interest, s ^
enty-flve per cent.
2. Order breakfast sen
seven-thirty sharp. Room f
may be reached on the ho
phone.
3. Always remember, .
mine is mine, and what s .
mine.
I have often thought what a
heaven the world would be if only
we behaved to our fellow men as
ive do to our dogs.—A1 Guerard.