55 April 2y, ,1955
THE BELLES OP ST. IVIAEY'S'
Belles of St. Mary’s
Saint’s Sallies
Patsy Battle Moore
HometoAvn: Whitakers
Always heard: “.Tones!”
Always seen: helping Miss Davis with
tile stage lights
Life ambition : to be a senator
■Favorite food : steak
Pet frat: any of them
Pet peeve: lights after 11:00 p.m.
■ Favorite movie star: Rock Hudson
Prediction for future: world-renowned
model—size 5 junior
Mary Wright Parker
Hometown: Wilson
Always heard : singing bop songs
Always seen; scuffing down the hall
Life ambition: marriage
Favorite food : barbecued chicken
Pet frat: Sigma Kn
Pet peeve: chewing gum popping
Favorite movie star : William Holden
Prediction for future: 0. A. P.’s tutor
Grace Boney
Hometown : Wallace
Always heard : “I declare !”
Always seen : going to play practice
;Life ambition; to do something con
structive
Favorite food : coffee and doughnuts
'Pet frat: SAK
^ Pet peeve : obeying Ann
DN Favorite movie star : Richard Todd
be Prediction for future : unpredictable
Odd Titles
Top Belles
Here at St. Mary’s, life is not to
be called the “Atomic Age,” but the
“Age of ISTicknames.” Instead of
being girls or students (perish the
thought of that one!), we are all
Belles—every one of ns. Well, that
Isn’t too bad; but when one gets into
individual nicknames, that’s when
the headache begins. Don’t ask me
how or why Billie Thomas is called
.“Hindu.” I suppose it’s her hair-
jcut, but I’m actually in favor of
jcalling her “Parson Hughes.”
' Some nicknames, however, come
in handy. It’s very easy for Melissa
Hedcn’s boy friend to call her “Lush”
instead of “Luss,” which is what the
girls call her.
You wouldn’t think that animals
play such an important part in the
life of a “Belle,” but Martha Gay
Burns has acquired the appellation
'of “Bird,” although I haven’t no-
,ticed any wings lately. Even though
Mary Rhea Spivey is still called
“Stfitball,” I’m sure her name is fast
ichanging to “xVnimal!”
One of the nicknames that fits
Iperfectly is “Mama Mardre.” This
little woman really takes care of all
Iber chicks. If one goes astray, she’s
right ready to catch her and bring
her back. Mardre is really a good
guardian.
There are some sweet girls at St.
jMary’s. Take “Sugar” Dudley, for
instance. The only thing about this
is that she can consume all the
jsweets that she wants in order to
make her that wayq and her waist
line stays the same.
; Girls, don’t let names disillusion
|you. “Smiley” Hubard really isn’t
|sad. She is as hapipy as you or I.
She’s just having a hard time col
lecting mirrors for the Junior-
; Senior, that’s all.
; You know, I think “Red” Walters
■got off easy. “Carrot-top” could be
iso much worse!
I Talking about nicknames, how-
lever, there is one thing that always
puzzles me. Why in the world does
Mary Lee Breece, the littlest, tiniest,
smallest one of all, call everyone
“weenie ?”
I’ll admit, nicknames are funny;
but because we are all Southern
“Belles,” let’s stick to “darlin’,”
“sweetie,” and “honey.”
3Iary Ann Braswell
Hometown: Elm City
Always heard: “Xo sweat!!”
Always seen: getting mail from differ
ent males
Life ambition: marriage
Favorite food: steak
Pet frat: Sigma Xii
Pet peeve: transoms
Favorite movie star : William Holden
Prediction for future: “Miss Goodie
Shop—19,TO”
Whisperin’ Oaks
Several sojihomores have found
that a good way to survive the heat
on the sun porch is to concentrate
on something else . . . chemistry, for
instance. Lias anyone heard Jane
Walker recite recently?
St. Mary’s needed the “big bad
wolf” in Holt last week to huff and
puff and blow the door in, but in
his absence, Clifford came to the
rescue and unhinged the door bar
ring poor HI Alice Clark in her
room.
That Divine child has been at it
again. Oooh, the things Madame
Smith believes about her! Come
now, Mary Ruth, recover from that
laryngitis long enough to tell us all
about your French ancestry.
The male intrusion on back cam
pus last week was excitin’, to say
the least, altho’ some belles were
disappointed in the intruders’ inten
tions.
Obviously it’s not just 07ie Kappa
Sig who is impressed with Shelly
Smith. She has just been chosen a
member of the Kappa Sig “Dream
Girl” court at Duke.
That delicious new salad dressing
in the dining room is made by
James, the waiter at Mr. Hughes’
table. If you like it, why not tell
him so sometime.
Hope Reigns;
Pin Remains
What’s wrong with you Belles? You
all seem shook
So what if he doesn't give you a
second look?
He’s not the last man on earth, you
know.
We can’t keep ’em all—some have
to go.
You just have to smile and keep on
trying;
You won’t go far by moping and
sighing.
Fear not, dear heart, now cease
your pining,
If on his sweater the pin’s still
shining!
“Spring is busting out all over”
and definite proof of this statement
can be seen around the St. Mary’s
campius. The usual cases of spring
fever have been diagnosed and are
undergoing treatment; sun burns
and freckles adorn many faces, and
that mad desire to get to the beach
is taking the campus by storm.
The month of April really be
longed to the seniors as this was
the month they took off on their
highly coveted long weekends—much
to the disgust of the underclassmen.
Some seniors like Sara Walters,
Dottie Foster, Jane Wrike, Anne
Wallace, Harriett Mardre, and Mar-
tie Whedbee chose to take their cuts
for a nice long visit with the home
folks, while others headed for near
by beaches with visions of the sand
and the sea. The beach combers who
belong in this category are Shirley
Dees, Virginia Lilly, Ann Marie
Molloy, Lane Welsh, Sugar Dudley,
Jane Best, Ann Himocks, Mary Lee
Breece, Toni Briggs, and Mary
Ruth Divine. Wrightsville Beach
and The Landis, hold many fond
memories for these gals.
The State Spring Finals were a
tremendous success, and as usual,
St. Mary’s was well represented.
The various fraternities entertained
with a variety of parties on this
weekend. Some of the lucky gals
attending were Dottie Peirson, Bar
bara Buening, Helson Blount, Mar
gie Grumpier, Mary Sjoainhour,
Barry Bowen, Barbara Spangler,
Harriet James, Doreen Greenfield,
and Haney Jones.
SMC^eile
Mambo Star
On the night of A])ril 17, a St.
Mary’s girl of noted fame (for her
tele])hone calls) made her stage
debut quite suddenly and unexpected
ly. While Betsy Wright watched the
exhibition dancing at the Village
Theater, little did she realize that
she too was to perform.
The exhibitors called for partici
pants—all who would like to dance
“the Mambo.” A high school boy
eagerly climbed the stage. How
ever, no girls answered this knock
on their door to success. One of the
dancers, a tall man about forty,
descended the stage steps, appearing
to be leaving the stage in order to
allow his partner and the young boy
to perform. Yet evil lurked in the
mind of this hero of the dance.
Before Betsj’’ realized what was
happejiing, Mr. X had oveiqjowered
her date (which was a feat at that)
and Betsy found herself about to
become a star.
If there is anyone at all who
would like to know how to Mambo,
perhaps she can hike the ninety-
four steps to 3rd Smedes and j)er-
suade Betsy, who is now an experi
enced Mambo teacher, to give her
lessons.
Chancellor Robert House of
UHO approves heartily of Ber
mudas in proper places for Carolina
students. However, he wishes the
students would wear prettier shirts
with them!
Betsy Duke played the happy
hostess at her cottage at Hags Head
when she entertained Mickie and
Sylvia Grumpier, Jane Walker, Katy
Gopp, and Jessie Allen. Rumors
have been circulating that a fabu
lous time was had by all.
Joe College weekend was great as
always. Just ask . Pat McQueen,
Haney and Fairfax Crow, Peggy
Smithdeal, or Aubrey Campbell.
They’ll tell you that you can’t beat
“Dook.”
Smiley Hubard journeyed to
Alexandria, Va., the weekend of
April 23 for the Bowery Ball at
E.H.S. Smiley, a faithful Vir
ginian, vowed that Alexandria,
E.H.S., and Virginia were all oTit
of this world.
We have another admirer of our
neighboring state—none other than
Beth Kemper. Beth states that her
week-end at W. and L. was “real
georgo.”
Particiirants in the Pirate’s Ball
at Hags Head were Ruth Watkins,
Mary Rhea Spivey, Kitty Cam])en,
and Harriett Mardre. Adorned in
swords and eye patches, our finest
swashbucklers were old salts to the
end.
Last but not least were the Spring
dances at UVA. Singing “Glory,
Glory, to Virginia” were Aubrey
Campbell, Sue Birch, Haney White,
and Jane Best. What is it with
these Virginia boys anyway?
That’s about the extent of it for
this time. As for the rest of us,
we’re out to lunch!
Sonnet To Civilization
By Kathleen Hartsock
We live by convention and moral
plan.
We suppress each thought, each
secret yearning;
I’m rather tired of this idea of man.
Who cares for books and serious
learning?
Just look at the monkey, what does
he know?
H is life is simi)le, his life is free;
He eats his banana and jumps to
and fro.
Ho wonder he laughs at you and me !
He’s never seen a movie, never seen
TV.
He can be noisy and he can be bold
His life is gay; it’s one mad spree.
You never saw a monkey with a
common cold!
We conformists strive; we try hard
to please
But how can we win ? Let’s go back
to the trees!
An estimated 500 frolicking stu
dents attempted the first panty-raid
of the season at UHC on April 20,
1955.
According to an 11 o’clock tele
phone call from correspondent Jack
Weasel, a “love cop” and Assistant
Dean of Student Affairs, Ray Jeff
ries, soon appeared on the scene.
The raiders, having got a single
pair of panties from 3rd floor Ke
nan, Avere reported to have broken
a lock on a Carr Dorm door.