BELLES OF ST. MARY’S
October 16, 195i
The Diary of Daisy Daystudent
If you’re wonderin" about that
pitiful spastic you see lumbering
up the front walk every morning
just as the 8:30 bell is jangling—
now you know. The flustered one
with the shades dangling from one
ear and the celery from her lunch
bag trailing in her wake — well,
that’s just me, Daisy Daystudent,
back again, “and late again, as
usual,” you’re about to add. But
how would you feel if you had to
fight your way through a grumpy
mob of morning knov/-it-alls who
inform you not too tactfully that
you really can’t drive after all,
so what on earth are you doing
behind the wheel in the first place
— a complaint that is obviously
unfounded, as any courageous
boarding student who has ridden
with me will surely agree. Hmmm
—well, anyway, I usually arrive
safely at school in spite of all nar
row squeek.s, except that when I
Anally reach the classroom new
difficulties arise. Invariabl}^ I dis
cover the strange disappearance
of my French book (which is lying
wiiere it was carefully kicked —
under my bed three miles away),
and what’s more I left my specuil
glasses at home (you loiow, the
ones that make Dv. Browne look
like Rock Hudson). Probably
worst of all, I left my cold pills
and Kleenex at homo, and since I
always have a cold (I haven’t yet
discovered the hole in my car that
causes the wind to hit the back of
my neck '=.l;ile I’m liaulmg down
Hillsboro) these I can't do with
out.
After much discomfort the class
is over, and I make my way to a
rather odd hovel with greenish
walls and a damp no-color floor,
sometimes referred to as the Dav
Student’s Room. i\o sooner have I
grabbed uj) the deck of cards and
the bottle (coke, you know), I am
suddenly informed by a formid
able personage that my limousine
is parked in quite the wrong place.
When this misdemeanor is adjust
ed I feel sure that my troubles
are over, but what’.s this'? Is that
my father coming up the walk,
wearing that horribly garnish red
shirt and one of those silly mash-
ed-in caps? Horrors, yes, he’s
hauling toward this door' like he’s
going to a fire or something. Rush
ing out to head him off, I discover
that I have unwittingly delayed
the most important even! of the
week — the Thursday afternoon
golf game — by swiping his golf
clubs. Somehow I was expected to
know that they were in the trunk
of my car. Oh, well, realizing that
absent-mindecl fathers must be
abscnt-niinded, I willingly accept
the blame for this ma,jor catas
trophe, and, by now a little rat
tled, 1 head for my next class.
Strange to say, the rest of the
day goes pretty smoothly with
only a few minor knocks; such as,
my inability to tell who came over
on the Mayflower and my 50th
consecutive failure to bring a note
from home for that absence
months ago. For some unknown
reason I was a little too addled
to remember that it wasn’t Cortez
who came on that boat after all,
and as for the note from home—
well, my mother is out of station
ery right now.
But at last classes are over and,
after making the rounds of the
halls to visit some of my favorite
inmates, I amble out of the build
ing to go home. As I leave I see on
the board that there is an urgent
meeting tonight at 6:30, which
means that I will gulp down rath
er haphazardly a thrown-togecher
supper in order to get back in
time._ But, you guessed it, the
meeting has been suddenly ])ost-
poned to a later date and I meet
myself coming back. In spite of
all this utter confusion I arrive
safely home—a bit punchy, maj^-
be, but still glad to be a part of
that, three-ring circus over there
in the grove of stately oak trees.
Many Countries
Represented
at St* Mary^s
Girls have come to St. Mary’s
from all over the United States.
The states represented are Ala
bama, Arkansas, Connecticut, Flor
ida, Illinois, Kentucky, Missouri,
Korth Carolina, Tennessee. Texas,
New Jersey, New York,’ South
Carolina, Virginia. The District of
Columbia is also represented.
Several foreign countries are rep
resented in the student body. One
of the freshmen, Tim Sirimonkol, is
from Bangkok, Thailand. A new'
member of the junior class, Ger
trude McGinty, hails from Buenos
Aires, Argentina. Margaret Lou
Gardner, a sophomore, is from
Cuidad Trujillo, Dominican Re
public. Another junior, Susan Alor-
rison, comes to St. Mary’s from
Havana. Cuba.
Amelia Yancey Goes
To The Birds
Gosh, it’s a nice day. A perfect
day for school to start!
Watch out! Don’t miss that
check point. Where’s that map?
Ah, here it is, and I’m right on
course.
Thank goodness, I’m flying to
school. Mother left far enough in
advance to reach the Raleigh
Municipal Airport about the same
time that I’ll land.
Look at those little cars dowm
there. Don’t you know' it’s almost
intolerable to have to “eat up” that
road and dust and bear that heat.
It must be at least ninety down
there. Let’s see, w'hat’s my tem
perature— 55° at about 5,000 ft.
altitude.
The advantage of cars, though,
is that if anything happens thev'
can just roll off to the side of the
road. No matter. If anything hap
pens up here, I’ve got plenty of
altitude and can glide almost any
where. At any rate, it’s good to
keep in mind the possibility of an
accident in order to keep alert.
Mmm! My instructor pulled a
cool one that time. And after being
aw'ay from flying for a few weeks
w'hile at the beach. Let’s see when
was that. Oh, yes, July 27, 1957, at
10:00 A.M. to be exact. After doing
three touch and go landings, and
those landings, and then he said—
“Well, I believe I’ll let you do vour
first solo today.”
I can’t remember what my re
action w'as, except that everything
seemed to stop. I woke up pretty
fast though when we pulled over
to the side of the runw'ay and he
got out. There I was with the stick
in my hands and my feet on the
rudder pedals.
All of a sudden I was in the air.
It was terrific. And people ask if
I w’as scared! Scared! Heavens, at
a time like that you’re just too ex
cited to even think of being scared
I came in for my first solo land
ing and did my first and last per
fect three-point landing.
Just a minute! What’s the mat
ter with this engine? It shouldn'i
be coughing like that. I’ve g((
plenty of gas. The oil pressure an®
temperature gauges check out at
right.
Oh! What an imbecile. It’s tiffl®
to change over from the left to tR
right gas tank. Now, that sound;
much better. Yes, it pays to bf
alert-.
Better start my let down i®
another fifteen or twenty minutes-
I don’t w'ant to come into Raleigh
too high.
Somebody really told on me that
time. Just because I did a fe"'
loops and wingovers. However, it’-;
really strange at the top of a loop-
upside down and hitting no G’s and
having to reach out and grab tR
floating microphone, glasses, and
pencils. Personally, I think it’s f
good thing to know, but the folks
back at Hickory Airport don’t
seem to agree with me.
How did I ever get interested ii'
flj’ing anyway? I guess my en'
thusiasm really started when m}'
brother began to fly, and then
got me interested.
Raleigh is just ahead. I wonder
if I could find that water t-owef
and the zig-zagged buildings of tlF
Cameron Court apartments. Ther^
they are, and there’s “the grove of
stately oak trees”. Well, this
certainly Raleigh. I’ll circle for ^
minute, and then fly to the airport
Careful, you want this to be
good landing. Don’t level off too
high. That’s just about right; no^' ’
put her down gently. Well, we’re on
the ground anyway. ^
I can park the plane over there-1
And there’s Mother waiting for;
me. Surely was a nice flight. !
Seniors Choose Miss Jones As
Their Advisor
Miss Sara Esther Jones has been
chosen as the senior class advisor
and has accepted the position,
this will be the third year that
she^ has assisted the senior class
at St. Mary’s. Her previous exper
ience in this type of work includes
serving four years as advisor of
senior classes and three years as
advisor of Student Government
at Georgia Teacher’s College.
in an interview, the capable ad
visor gave many tips for success
by which seniors, as well as under
classmen, could profit if they
would heed them.
Question: Miss Jones, what is
your opinion of the success or
failure of the graduating class of
1960?
Answer: The outlook, in my
opinion, for St. Mary’s seniors
this year is bright. They seem to
have gotten off to a good start.
Question: What characteristics
of the class as a whole lead you to
believe this?
Answer: Their judgement so
far woidd indicate that they look
ahead and gird themselves for the
troublesome periods that seem to
test the characters of students
(particularly seniors) at St.
Mary’s.
Question: When you speak of
“troublesome periods,” do you
mean ain- particular times in the
year ?
Answer: The most serious per
iod of testing the metal of St.
Mary’s girls is the one between
Christmas holidays and first se
mester examinations. I do not
necessarily mean these examina
tions alone are responsible for the
difficulty, nor do I want to mini
mize their influence. 1 have won
dered if this difficulty is not due
to the pre-Christmas activities in
college that snowhall, and perhaps
grow during the holidays, causing
the girls to return to school too
tired to cope with intensive work.
The second j)eriod is that of
later Aj)ril and early ^lay. If the
girls are prepared to make tliese
two hurdles, in my opinion, suc
cess is rather sure.
Indifference
To be indifferent
That was in.v desire
To act as though I had no tl)ough-f*
Of you or of otliers.
And why sliould you care
You were not to notice
To question
To wonder
Why
You do not understand
Well. I am sorry
But you see
I became dependent
For .von were one of the few
Who understM)d
And did not instruct or scold
But merel.v listened
With oi)en mind and heart
Tims I saw in you
All that I admire
And resi>ect
You were i>erfect in so many way^*
And beyond doing wrong
But I must not think this
For I have l)een deceived
Once too often
I must see you
Only as I see the vast multitude
I must not dei>end on you
F(»r understanding or advice.
I must l)ecome less dependent
This is my proI)lem
And if it is to t)e solvcil
I must do it AI.O.NF
So turn your head to my indiltercne®
And care not for my attitudes
For you must know
That they are only lies
Striving to conceal
My true feeling.s. ,U. X. l'>-