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954 October 29, 1954
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MARGOX HA5EMOND
ftometowii: Greensboro, N. C
, AUvas’s heard: “Y’all . .
^byays seen: making Harriette walk
the chalk line
I’etfrat: KA
Jate anihition ; to have four children
' I'a vorite food : apples
tyivorite movie star; Charlton Heston
et peeve: radiators that come on at
0 ;ou a.111.
f'redictioii for the future: St. Mary’s
made co-ed
j SISSY DAWSON
■ ttoinetown : Stantonsbiirg, N. 0.
•yhva.i-s heard : “Shut up !”
I Always seen : peroxidiiig her hair
i J et frat: Kappa Sigma
i Jafe ambition ; marriage
j yavorite food ; anything liquid
yet peeve : Shirley’s “put-on’’
'iivorite movie star : Tony Curtis
t rediction for the future; Mrs. Hughes
Darden
SHIRLEY DEES
Hometown; Durham, N. C.
Always heard: “I’ll be true to you!”
Alwas’s seen : with her mouth open
Pet frat: Sigma Chi
Life ambition: to be be-bop queen of
e.»-Myrtle Beach
Favorite food: anything
Pet peeve : the Army
Favorite movie star: “the road-runner”
Prediction for the future: having a red
headed family
Hit Tunes Suggest
Su Mary^s Life
Hazel Breezes In;
Girl Breezes Out
MARY LEE BREEOE
Hometown : Fayetteville, N. C.
Always heard : “Hi, Weenie!”
Always seen : hugging one of her fans
Pet frat: Aote
Life amhition : to reach five feet
Favorite food : veal cutlet
Pet peeve: the seventy steps to third
East
Favorite movie star: Clark Gable
Prediction for the future: mental
telepathist
Pilgrimage of Medieval Characters,
Fully Costumed, Visits Class
Mr. Moore’s 9:30 English 31
^lass was tinged with an air of au-
, tiienticity on Tuesday; several char-
yyters from the General Prologue of
Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales “sat in”
the meeting. These folk were
I Actually senior English students
decked in attire suitable to the mood
Pi'ovoked by their study of Geoffrey
Chaucer. Braving the stares of their
I fellow students, these resourceful
; Scholars chose their favorite cliarac-
. fers from The Canterbury Tales and
*fi'essed accordingly, causing quite a
' stir as they gaily trooiied into the
, classroom of Chaucer’s ex25onent.
I Motably jii'esent in this motley
I Assembly were two Wives of Bath
j ki scarlet hose and striking apiparel.
! f he Miller was easily recognized by
' yis charming facial features. The
, f ardoner brought with him a holy
relic, and the elegant Prioress had
her gold brooch on display. The
jolly, rotund Monk added gaiety to
the occasion, as did the skipper, al
though his dagger hung menacingly
from his shoulder. The Physician,
dressed in red with his gold well-
hidden, was present; the Knight lent
distinction to the group with his
chivalric conduct. The splotched
face of the Summoner was in evi
dence, and he bore his Latin tag.
The Yeoman was attired in his cus
tomary green, and he carried a bow.
The bearded merchant and Franklin
also attended, as did the charming
ISTun. The bright-eyed Host made
all the company welcome, and the
visitors 5vere ones Chaucer himself
preferred to his comjiany in the
Poet’s Corner.
By Anne Wallace
Hey There:
While listening to the radio the
other night, I found myself associ
ating some of the hit tunes being
played to. things familiar to all St.
Mary’s girls. So I decided to share
them 5vith you. • See if you don’t
agree with me.
Oh What a. Dream
Ho Saturday classes
They Were Doing the Mambo
3rd Holt
The, Day Isn’t Long Enough
Satui’day
I’ll Be Seeing You
Christmas
Sh-Boom
Chemistry lab
Shake, Rattle, and Roll
Coke machine and heating system
I’ll Be True to You
St. Mary’s
The High and the Miqhtu
Seniors
I Didn’t Wanta Do It
Iliad papiers
Ebb Tide
Hazel
I Need You Now
Brains
Goodnight, Siveetheart, Goodnight
12 ;00 Saturday night
Hernando’s Hideaway
Library
Little Things Mean A Lot
Demerits
Oh Happy Day
December 17! !
An A-merican In Paris
French class
Night and Day
Studies
Turn Back the Hands of Time
7:30 a.m.
Tahe Ale Back
Beach
HALlOW££N'on A BL'iND PAIB?
Girls Overcome by
Dreams of Utopia
Time: A hot day in January.
Setting: St. Mary’s Junior College
under the light of a pale, blue
moon.
Characters: Rosy-cheeked, bright-
eyed,^ energetic, carefree girls,
ambling along, cigarettes and
cokes (no books) in hand, as
though they had no cares in the
world.
Costumes: Old lead’s and sweat
shirts and red plaid bermudas
with gay blouses and knee socks.
Dialogue: ^ (Casual conversation
sjDoken in sweet, mellow tones
with a natural Southern accent.)
Miss X: Gosh, I knew when I got
up at 10:30 this morning that"
this was gonna’ be a good Mon
day.
Miss Y: So did I. Really, have
you heard about those poor
gii'ls at some of the “old
schools?” They still have
classes.
Miss X: Gosh, isn’t this the life!
Oooh, Friday . . . all was not calm
on the homefront! The time was
7:00; I had a date, and I couldn’t
see a bloomin’ thing. The hall
looked like a haunted house with
spooks running around like deca-
l)itated chickens holding candles in
their right claws.
Xevertheless, I decided I simiJy
must get dressed. (This always im
presses the date.) As I was getting
ready to put my big toe into the
tub, some civil defense enthusiast
clanged down the hall and yelled
“Xo baths allowed,!” She said there
wasn’t any water, but after it had
constantly rained for two hours, I
couldn’t figure that one. But I’m a
good girl; so obediently I trudged
my dirty self back down the hall and
into my dark little cubby hole.
Clothes! . . . that’s rvhat I must
find. I rummaged through the.
closet and found something that felt
like the dress I had planned to wear.
(I have only two, so that really
wasn t so hard.) Only by long years
of jjractice did I know ho5v to get
into my clothes. I mean, I couldn’t
see anything.
To make a long ordeal short, J
finally felt my way to the parlor and
met my blind date. It really was
blind—.1 didn’t find out what he
looked like till I got to the frater
nity house 5vhere I found the mod
ern convenience of electricity.
I decided to check in a mirroz’
the appearaiice I offered the world.
We-1-1-1, I did; I found the seams
of my hose running up the front of
my legs; I saw nail polish all the
way up to my rvrists. I saw lipstick
on iziy nose and powder in my hair.
After I had blended in with the
wall paper for two houi-s, I came
back to my hajzjzy haunting ground,
jzicked uj) a candle, and stumbled
back to the room.
But hark! Here the electricity,
heralded by a clanging bell, came
on at the morbid hour of 4:30 a.m.
I flezv down the hall in coat and
shoes, thinking the bell to be a fire
drill signal. My roommate turned
off the alarm and zvent back to sleep.
Amv all I liave to say is, “I hope
It s a long tune before Hazel breezes
in here again.”
Sleep-dazed Belle
Hears No Bell
Tzvas a cold zvinter’s moi'iiing;
The day zvas jus’ dazvning
When Susie fell out of her bed.
Turning, she said to her roomie,
Tt’s Monday—I zvish I zvuz dead!”
She zvept a sad tear.
And gazed in the mirror.
Thinking of the classes ahead.
When an idea blazed through her
sleejzdazed mind.
And Susie erazzded back in the bed t
Xow her roomie hadn’t told her
Things Susie should knozv.
Like hozv good the breakfast zvould
be
And bout hozv she had to go.
Xow the hostess has made the dis
covery.
Poor Susie s sleef)ing is through;
Xozv she has to go to breakfast.
And she’s got three demerits, too!
(J.)oii t let it hajuieii to you!)