BELLES OF ST. MARY’S
April 25, 1958
Banquet Held Play To Be May 30 ''Spring Has Sprung" At St. Mary's
The Freshman-Sophomore Ban
quet was held Friday night, April
11, 1958 at the Reinlyn House.
The entertainment for the evening
was a take off on the Academy
Awards—The Dixie Cup Awards.
Caroline Finley, mistress of cere
monies, portrayed Hedda Hooper.
V’arious awards were presented to
deserving winners such as St.
Mary’s Blues, by Carol Eringhaus,
“Precious and I,” by Dr. Guerry,
“My Band of Angles,” by Miss
Richardson, “In Your Easter Bon
net,” by Mrs. Hornback and
“Freddy My Love” by Allison
Moore. Sally McClure and Nancy
Moore sang a song to the Sopho
mores, and Debby Parrot and
Cecelia Quantz gave a toast to them.
Members of the entertainment
committee were; Caroline Finley,
chairman; Bonnie Stone, Lucy Mil-
ward, Sallie McClure, Martha
Martin, Muffy Walke, and Carol
Spaulding.
The special guests included Dr.
and Mrs. Stone, Dr. and Mrs.
Guerry, Miss Richardson, Miss
Lloyd, Freshman class sponsor, and
Miss Hornback, Sophomore class
sponsor.
“Our Town”—a play by Thornton
Wilder, will be presented May 30
as the graduation play, under the
direction of Mrs. Stamey.
“Our Town” promises to be a new
and thrilling experience for
St. Mary’s students. It is the story
of the ordinary people of Groves
Corner. It tells of their births,
living, and deaths.
Ridly Tyler, Ann Shepard, Vicky
Rothrock, Marcot Pemberton, and
Ann Williams will take the roles of
the leading women. Others partici
pating are Peppie Currie, Helen
London, and Sally Barnes. The male
roles will be filled with fifteen men
selected by Mrs. Stamey.
By Hedda Hooper
Books To Read
Circle Has Project
The Circle has begun their proj
ect of converting Holt basement
into a recreation room for all St.
Mary’s students.
The basement must be cleaned up
and the old furniture must be
moved out and stored. The base
ment will be painted and new furni
ture purchased. The room will be
epuipped with a soda fountain, a
record player, magazines, and other
things for the student’s pleasure.
The Circle has asked that all stu
dents who are interested in helping
with this project contact the Circle
members, for there will be plenty
of work for everyone.
Typical Commenf-s Heard On Sunporch
Last week I heard several odd
comments while I was trying to
sleep on the sunporch. I didn’t
mean to snoop, but—well—anyhow,
here goes:
“Does baby oil really tan you?
I’m still white as a sheet!”
“You’ve only been out here ten
minutes!”
“Gee! Your legs look like a briar
patch!”
“That plane’s flying kinda low!”
“Hasn’t Pris got a cute date?
Look! You can see him from here!
Uh oh! Watch it! He saw us!”
“That cloud’s gonna leave by the
time I count to 5. 1- 2- 3- 4- 5- .
What did I tell you!”
“Do you think I’m getting any
bronze? Brrrr! It’s cold!”
“Is that a snowflake I see?”
“Hey! Your literature book’s
shading me!”
“Dog gone the book anyway!”
“Hey, Coles, turn up your radio!”
“Do you think they’ll check the
list today? Oh, well, who cares. I
don’t mind being campused if I get
a tan.”
“Bev, come on out and cut Jane’s
hair!”
“But it’s too windy!”
“Does the sun really make this
peroxide work?”
“Arrington! Do you have any
more tinfoil?”
“Buy the lemonade before the ice
melts!”
“Who can afford lemonade any
way?”
“Be quiet and concentrate or
you’ll never get a tan!”
“Baumgardner! Telephone! It’s
David!”
“The heck with David. Tell him
to call back later. I want to get a
tan!”
“I dare you to throw it over the
side!”
“Have you got a meal cut? ? ? ?”
“Got a test next period and look
at me now. Ha- Ha!”
“Take Bunny away! He’ll get his
feet burned. Rabbits don’t get sun
burns anyway—^just sunstrokes!”
“Is that a bee or a hummingbird?”
“A bee! Boo! Boo! Get it away!”
While the sunporch went into a
turmoil over the defenseless (?)
bee, I went back to my room and
took an undisturbed nap.
Hello there girls! This is your
old friend, Hedda Hooper from the
campus of Saint Mary’s. Today
I’d like to have a little chat with
.you about spring.
You all know that old saying:
Spring has sprung;
The grass has riz,
I wonder where the sunshine
is?
The library has numerous fiction
books which have been received
recently.
Thomas B. Costain’s Below the
Salt is number fourteen on the cur
rent best seller list. Young writer,
John Foraday, in this historical
novel, hears a tale on ancient events
concerning a lost princess and the
recovery of a lost charter.
Anya Seton, author of Katherine,
has written another stirring histori
cal novel. The Winthrop Woman is
number two on the current best
seller list. Courageous and passion
ate Bess Winthrop braved the un
certainties of the New World with
her child. She experienced harrow
ing adventures and countless rebel
lions in America.
J. Edgar Hoover has written a
very informative book on Com
munism. Mr. Hoance, as Director of
the Federal Bureau of Investiga
tion, is quite familiar with the
organization. Master of Deceit is
an important authoritive story on
communism and the communist
party in America ... a tremendous
threat to democracy.” Master of
Deceit is number two on the cur
rent best seller list.
Well, it certainly applies to our
dear Saint Mary’s today. Although
flowers are blooming and birds are
singing, you have to admire the
tenacity with which the rain has
stayed on! But spring means more
than mere sunshine. How about all
those cotton dresses at the break
fast table? Real cool, eh girls? Let’s
not forget those perennial favor-
ities: spring colds, hay fever, and of
course spring fever. (Seems measles
is going to be a favorite this year,
however.) Even our teachers know
it’s spring. Looks at all that extra
work we have. Of course this hot
weather means that the coke ma
chine will be in a continual state
of disrepair. Let’s look at the bright
er side. Spring is also the time for
billing and cooing with that special
someone. They say “birds do it”,
and we have our own Dot Johnson
to back up that fact. She has her
own private nest of quiet little
birds just outside her window. Oh,
there are signs of Spring ! ! ! Those
lovely afternoons when the tem
perature is just right for a nap
aren’t really spoiled by the harsh
clack-clack clatter of the mowing
machines. Of course you could al
ways go to the library and listen
to May Day music if you are one of
those who don’t like to sleep. One
other sure sign of spring at Saint
Mary’s is the firm, hard, pat of
butter we find on our tables, but
AMala???
Last weekend several people were
asked what they would do with a
“Mala” if they were given one. Here
are some of the answers:
Linda Harris—sweep floors with it
Jessie Allen—put it in a box and
observe it
Catherine Potter—teach it to hula
Jane Gray—send it to Nathan for
his birthday
Jane Brady—eat it
Anne Edens—throw it in the trash
Susan Baumgardner—put it in my
closet and feed it
Martha Elllen Miller—bounce it
like a ball
Helen London—hug it! (because
I’m starved for affection)
Barbara Hauser—give it to Lucy
Lucy Lynn—send it to Europe to
watch over Michal
Peppy Currie—sell it wholesale
Lou Johnson—hide it under my
graduation robe
Jane Copeland—write an ode to it
Dot Johnson—share it with my best
friend
Peggy Withers—give it a bath and
put it in Martha’s bed
Martha Custis—run! ! !
Caroline Cobb—give it to S. E. to
have a coffee party %vith
Betty (Cove) Covington—give it to
C and M for observation
then, of course, we can’t really say
it’s Spring until we find warm,
watery iced (?) tea and egg salad
every day for lunch.
There has also been a rumor that
we will be having an old visitor
back, now that the nights are warm.
I’m sure if we all keep our eyes
peeled we can see him. Oh girls,
don’t forget now, since it’s warm,
you simply must turn your radiator
on high. Why, just last night I was
awakened by the sound of mine
gently warming up. If you are
fortunate you might just get your
room as comfy as Cheshire Hall.
Last, but not least. I want to be
sure to remind you to go to the
beach every weekend .... You will
do that for me, won’t you?
Well, this is your old friend,
Hedda Hooper, bidding you a fond
farewell ....
How's Your Poetry
“My love is like a red red rose.”
Does the common man know the
next line from a poem by Robert
Burns? Last week Peppie Currie
and Jane Copeland tried to find
the answer. Walking back to the
post office after lunch, they fell
into their usual guessing game-
Peppie asked Jane the next line to
“She dwelt among the untrodden .
ways.” Not knowing the answer,
Jane asked for an easier line. Peppi®
promptly gave her the line from
Bobby Burns’ poem.
“Oh, that’s a hard one,” she said-
“I bet that no St. Mary’s girl knoWS
that.” P
Thus began the poll. All St-
Mary’s girls and faculty who return
ed from lunch by way of the post
office were asked. Though many
were interviewed, few knew th®
answer. From Mrs. Cell, Miss Jones,
Miss Boineau, Millie Fary, and Peg'
gy Withers came the only correct
answers. Down-trodden, Peppie, n
disillusioned idealist, made her way
to her room. The moral of the story
is to learn poetry and not disilluS'
ion Peppie. To begin, the St. Mary’®
belles might attempt to learn the
following lines to:
“I wandered lonely as a cloud.”
“Cowards die many times before
their death.”
Jane Wright—hide it
Dickie Robinson—take it to Get'
mans with me
Emmie Davis—send it to Mac
Nancy Sjostrom—take it to th®
beach with me
Bobbie McRackan—eat it
Blair Maddison-—bury it
Joyce Batchelor—use it for Biolo^
Dr. Guerry—I just don’t know
Elouise Cowles—throw it off th®
sunporch
Molly Ellerson—wear it
Rhett Weston—eat it
Ann C. Lee—report myself to ha^*
council
Priscilla Brown—sing it a lullaby
Beth Winstead—keep it to myself
Are you curious? Do you want
to
know what this thing really is’
mala is a giant, tailess, sea-go
sunfish.
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