March 12, 1965
BELLES OF ST. MARY’S
Bridge and fun are always in the Day-Students I^ounge.
The Life Of A Day Student
By Audrey Wall
8:15 o’clock . . . alarm . . . not
enough time . . . car pool’s here . . .
half-dressed . . . hope we don’t get
stopped . . . sickly green walls . . .
cigarette butts in coke bottles . . .
Has the bell rung? . . . Whose car
is that over the line? . . . Quiet please
you’re disturbing Mrs. . . . , I hate
this room . . . , When I get on the
board I’ll fix . . . leaving books out
• . . two points . . . Anyone for a
hand of bridge? ... the red table
• . . the Charburger . . . What do
you want on your . . . Where are my
leotards? . . . lockers . . . chaos . . .
Would you mind taking me? ... Is
anyone going downtown? . . . ink
On the floor . . . loud chatter . . .
no required concerts . . . primping
in front of the mirrors . . . Birthday
Isn’t This A Great Year?
By Neil Parker
“Gee, isn’t this a great year?”
“Isn’t it? Do you remember that
time, when we first got to school,
when I walked in my sleep (think
ing I was still home, I guess) and
Walked into the room next door
screaming ‘Mom, we forgot to put
Out the dog!’ Everybody woke up
and didn’t speak to me for three days.
Then there was that other time I
Walked in my sleep screaming ‘Help!
Help!’ and my roommate thought
Someone was breaking in the room.
Ho you remember how you thought
the ‘Cold Cuts’ were something you
had for Sunday dinner? Do you re-
tnember trying to remember who is
Miss R. and who is Miss I. T.? Then
there was the time you overslept and
Were an hour and twenty minutes
late for your Biology exam. Remem
ber the time you accidentally took
teserved books out of the library and
didn’t realize it until two days, three
hours and twenty-three minutes later
and you found out you owed $20 on
the books? Remember when you got
>n the ‘Cold Cuts’, but when they
The Saga Of SAGA
By Susan Crabtree
parties at lunch . . . quick “drag”
before chapel . . . more than sixty
girls . . . one crowded room . . .
staying out past twelve ... I’d like
for you to meet . . . you go to St.
Mary’s . . . oh . . . you’re a DAY
student . . . visiting in Holt . . .
Christmas . . . decorations . . . library
. . . “thanks to the DAY GIRLS”
. . . you don’t really want to flick
those ashes on the floor . . . you’ll
really have to come to my house
some day . . . Blackboard . . . call
home . . . congratulations to . . .
close knit group . . . absentee slips
. . . never on time ... no signing
out . . . three tests . . . complaints
. . . bad day . . . But . . . Mom's
good cooking . . . my own bed . . .
Hmmm!
called out your name you didn’t hear
it and you clapped—then realized you
were clapping for yourself? Do you
remember when you finally lost those
five pounds and the same day your
roommate asked if you hadn’t gained
weight? Do you remember when you
walked in the room next door and
everybody went into hysterics? It had
rained and you’d just come back from
the Village, hadn’t you, and your
hair looked like you’d just had an
electrical shock. Remember when
your neighbor from home wrote you
saying she was coming up for the
weekend and you were dating the
boy she goes with? Remember when
you had the best tan in the whole
school and the sunporch didn’t offi
cially open for two more months?
Remember how you wrote your pa
rents saying you’d made arrange
ments for where they’d stay over
graduation weekend and then found
out you’d been thinking about the
wrong weekend?”
“Yes, it’s been a good year, but
it’s not over yet!”
Bob Rowe, representing the corp
oration of Saga Food Service, has
greatly improved the quality of food
and method of service in our dining
room. Started in the West about fif
teen years ago by three college stu
dents, the Saga business has grown
into a great enterprise. It is one of
the largest food distributors in the
United States and even caters to the
University of Hawaii.
Mr. Rowe came to St. Mary’s 2
years ago and took over the dining
room, hiring his own cooks and buy
ing the food he needed. Since then
he has built a superior system with
rapid service and far-above-average
food.
The elaborate decorations and fine
meals at Thanksgiving and Christ
mas put the entire school in a holiday
mood. The suppers were served by
candlelight. Until the individual
plates were brought in from the
kitchen, mints, and nuts were placed
on each table as appetizers.
No one at St. Mary’s could have
made it through exams without Mr.
Rowe’s help. The coffee and cookie
breaks at night were a real boost to
the girls’ low spirits. Mr. Rowe also
went out of his way during exam
week to set up hot buffet meals after
the daily tests.
It gets lonely being away from
home on Valentine’s Day but our
friend in the cafeteria took care of
that also. Besides carving the ice
heart with two doves on top of it, he
set Sunday night supper with Valen
tine tablecloths and individual cards
at each place at the tables. The entire
dining room and mirrors were deco
rated with paper hearts. We can't
thank Mr. Rowe enough for making
St. Mary’s a home away from home!
By taking surveys of the girls’ atti
tudes toward the food and serving
methods, he can get an idea of how
to please us even more. Placing the
hot food carts at the end of the cafe
teria line makes it possible to sit down
at the table with a still-hot meal. Mr.
Rowe changed lunch from family
style to buffet so that he could feed
the day students and save them the
trouble of going all the way home.
With the great variety of food of
fered here, you can’t go through the
line at breakfast or lunch without
finding plenty to eat that you really
like. There are usually three choices
of hot food plus sandwiches, desserts,
and many salads. The fact that so
many girls go to supper proves that
the evening meals are enjoyed also.
The girls who work for Mr. Rowe
make money and have a good time,
too. Lisa Gilland says, “It’s nice be
cause you get to know everybody.”
The working schedule fits in so well
with the school plan that there is no
problem of losing study or class time
with the cafeteria job. Mr. Rowe has
also arranged for his working girls
to have an extra extended Saturday
night.
Mr. Rowe’s management and un
ending efforts to make everyone
happy with the dining room has cer
tainly made the food at St. Mary’s
superior.
Proof of this fact is offered below:
What is this track meet which I see—
People running from every degree.
Out of windows, over the grass
All running in a tremendous mass?
T he noon day bell has rung its clang;
Doors are flung open, all with a hang.
Everyone running toward one place
As if they were in a marathon race.
The dining room is the general di
rection.
And standing in line is the main ob
jection,
So people come running from classes
and dorm;
From all over the campus they begin
to swarm.
Gill and Crabtree, the first in the
line,
Our two May Court beauties who
are very refined.
Come storming to the hall at a gal
loping pace
While desperately trying to hold on
to their grace.
Which line is longer, you’ll have to
decide
For this is the place where you'll
have to reside;
And just when you’re getting near
the food,
A hundred faculty members intrude.
Eae Herrin
Duanne Wilkins, Nina Andrews, Mr. Bob Rowe, and Tom Hobgood are
eager to serve.