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The Belles of Saint Mary’s December 3, Hec The Belles THOSE CLARK GIRLS OF SAINT MARY’S Published every two weeks during school year by the student body of Saint Mary’s School. Editor.. ..Betty Anne Yowell Faculty Adviser C. A. P. Moore STAFF FRANCES CEARK Home—Asheville. Age—19. Hair ’n’ eyes—brown ’n’ brown. Pet hate—getting up at 7 :25. Always heard—“You don’t know, do NELEB CEARK Lucile Best, Susie Dell, Katy Evans, Rachel Kearney, Carol Mahon, Mary Ann Robinson, Ruth Saunders, Alice Lide, Barbara tVooten, 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 Lewis, Leah Rigsbee, 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, JIary Ann Rose. you V’ Moral: Worry Less; Work More. Christmas at Saint Mary’s is a time when, seemingly, more so than before, a good deal of time is put on extracurricular activities. Hatural- ly, with the Christmas, holidays so very close, everyone is filled with a spirit of excitement, restlessness, and anticipation. This spirit alone is enough to curb a student’s desire and enthusiasm to do good work, not counting all the extracurricular that seem to demand so many hours of extra efforts. However, since the amount of time between Thanksgiv ing and Christmas is very brief, a few short, compact w^eeks to be exact, there is much wmrk assigned that must be done. How perhaps you wmnder what this is all about. The BELLES thinks that maybe too much time is spent worrying about what must be done, instead of getting, right down and doing it! We are all under a strain, thinking about our work, the forthcoming holiday, and outside in terests; but the best and only thing we can do is to spend our time wisely, concentrating even harder on the books before us so that we may have some time left over for the extra curricular activities that are also im portant to us. It won’t be long till Christmas, but, in the meantime, give up day-dreaming, and spend every minute to d good advantage. Always seen—in the library. Hobby—deep sea fishing. Favorite food—T-bone steaks. Favorite song—Fom Keep Coming Bach Like a Song. Favorite perfume—Chantilly. Odd likes—English. Looking forward to—the early part of June. Pet passion—houseparties. Ambition—getting back to the moun tains. Wild about—DeWitt. Favorite article of clothing—loafers. Offices: Hall Counselor, Canter bury Club, Swimming Club, Dra matic Club, Sigma, Black Square. Remarks: Frances’ vivacity and friendliness make her one of Saint Mary’s favorite girls. Her love of Asheville and life will surely make anything she does a jam-up success Home—Beautiful, Beautiful Wilson. Age—19. Hair ’n’ eyes—brown ’n’ green. Pet hate—waiting/ Always heard—“I’ll give you the gripe.” Always seen—in assembly. Hobby—fishing. Favorite food—anything to eat. Favorite song—Zeta Lady. Favorite perfume—“don’t use it.” Odd likes—“my roommate.” Looking forward to—getting mar ried. Pet passion—going to the beach. Ambition—to get a man. Wild about—Carolina. Favorite article of clothing—shoes. Offices: Assembly Chairman, Sig ma, Y. W. C. A., Choir Secretary. Remarks: Helle is another one of our Carolinians who adds zest to Saint Mary’s campus. Her popu larity rating is at least 100, and her willingness to be always on the job make us all love her. “Write Me A Letter, Send It By Mai^ Lover, Am I Blue! Since you’ve^«®®| gone, I Miss You Night and ^ and I See You in My Dreams. _ Ml all Cl 1 hjt't’ J. uu/ vtv ■‘■’■‘■if Happiness would be complete u j W| opei could only be Together. ’Twas i So Long Ago, but the last tun , saw you seems very Long Ago j Far Away. I’m sure that 1 he bt Will Remember how we sat the Carolina Moon and how 1 , The Touch of Your Hand onfj Cheek. You told me that The j Was Made for Love and that ^ Loved You, you would Always ^ True to me. However, I’m You Can’t Be True and you just telling me some of those White Lies. I’ve heard that Call Everybody Darling and like T Pke klle ilai lay i-ry lef, you have been letting the and. Wild and Wild I Didn^t Know, Did I “My interest is in the future because I am going to spend the rest of my life there.” Charles K. Kettering. “ ‘Gentleman’s agreement’ sounds all right, but alas! neither party knows, until too late, whether the other is a gentle man.” Robert Quillen. “An optimist expects to find a pearl in his oyster soup; a pessi mist is surprised to find an oys ter.” Robert Quillen. “The romantic dreamer suffers most, for his life is ruined before he realizes that she was not worth it.” Robert Quillen. “Oh, mother, how could you ac cept the invitation to that party for me! Golly, the gang is having a wminer roast that night, and I just have to go. Please, mother, don’t make me go to that stuffy old party.” Haven’t you felt this way many times when you’ve already plan ned something special, and moth er tells you several days before hand that you have to go to the party that Mrs. Doofiop is giving for the new family that moved next door. Your wdiole w’orld sinks in gloom; and you sulk around the house hoping your mother wnll give in, but no such luck. You w’rangle every possible excuse from the recesses of your brain, but mother holds to her de cision. The fatal day is fast at hand. The hour has arrived. You put on the new dress that your mother has bought you for the occasion, but it might as ■well be an old rag to match your mood. How much more fun you could have with the crowd. ^Yell, it’s time to go. YMu w'alk slowly up the steps and ring the bell. Here comes the old bat grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Hello, Mrs. Doofiop. So nice of you to invite me to your lovely party” you manage to say with a sick smile. She ushers you in to meet “the lovely new boy and girl.” The girl is right cute, but ■who cares. Wonder what the crowd is doing now? Mrs. Doofiop drags you across the floor to meet the boy. You stumble after her looking do^;vn at the floor, your heart heavy with misery. She utters your name and it is acknowledged by a deep bass voice which makes you look up hastily. Your eyes pop open and you’re speechless. He’s adorable, a true prince charming, with black wavy hair, twinkling brown eyes, a good foot taller than you, and a smile on his face that just makes you melt. Well, maybe this party isn’t going to be so bad after all. “Some food? Oh yes, I’d love some. I’m hungry enough to eat a—er—just a sandwich and a cup of punch, please. Thank you so-oo much.” He smiles down at you and winks. Golly, heart, please stand still. “After the party! Why not a thing. I’d love to go dancing with vou. It would be simply divine.” This boy is not only good looking, but he’s smooth. What more could you want! The time has flown. You bid your hostess good-bj’ and thank iier for such a lovely time, with a genuine smile, or more likely, beam on jmur face. You two walk out and get into his good looking convertible. Gee whiz, can this really be happening to you. He takes you to the new night club of which you’ve been dying to see the inside. The orchestra is marvelous, and you have the coziest table. Rye Whiskey, ana u Women of Salt Pork, West lead you astray. Oh well, I'^^e the Use of Wondering, I just a ( you’ll write me one of those s Love Letters and Say That Sweethearts Again. j I have certainly said enough ^ myself so I’ll tell you somethi® jjif the doings of The Bells of Mary’s. My Buddie, Jffiannie ^j, the Light Brown Hair, is The bt , heart of Sigma Chi since Danny Boy’s pin. Louise j];:' to Flat River, Alissouri, for giving And Mimi was going to that Chattanooga Choo-choo,^ they had to stay here because o‘ Stormy Weather. Oh, Charmaine have started f o Fussin’, and Fightin and it like they’re going to break up- ,i iYow Is the Hour for me to out my light so I must stop- 0i member that As Long as I’ll Always Love You. Dor, Me. •iaa ^ec hjii ^Oo N't; k( Mil % 0| ! ■Ve. fisi 5ll(i '-ol Mr. Turkey Returns Coop To Wait For Yn % h Mr. Y^ou dance away the night, and then it’s time to go home. You arrive at your house, and as he opens the door of the car you smile your most alluring smile. “Tomorrow night? That would be Avonderful. See you at eight.” You close the door and smile to yourself. Seems as though mother is always right. Turkey was really ‘ , i bird Sunday night, litei’W’jli^ picked chicken! No longev t J utter vibrant “gobbles”; u® )ii' did he strut about shovui^.fF flustered array of Thanksgiving.holidays v’ei , p- and Mr. Turkey realized j-r ego would have to be ^ rfli somewhat for another j-r inevitable “Back to the P sounded over and over ^ « 1 mind. Why was this his ^ i shouldn’t happen to a turk j Suddenly it hit hiin-'(k®!ftfj the axe!) his spirits were ;p His plumage again took # original elegance. Christu^^_^jjiik coming and they would ee ffp N’o V/E/Ailing a-AlEt l/AAVyJ - let him out of the coop fk® Ritthdays let Him ULit L»E Liic ' [0 thought alone was December- 3— Jean West 4— Jane Clendenin 4—Nancy McKinnon 6—Franky Allen 6—Anne Cahoon 6—Bennie Chew 9—Nancy Nash 10—Grace Norsworthy 10—Pat Ambrose iione was .ow store in him complete e ment. ’Phere would be ^ rfii. “squabble-squabbles” for key notw; only his usiia “gobbles.” >t 12—Connie Newton 12—Amelia Toivnsen^ 15— Barbara Ann T>H 16— Joanne Bailey
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