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QUEEN S BLUES
October 22, 1938
QUEENS BLUES
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Founded by the Class of 1922
Published Weekly by the Students of Queens-
Chieora College. Subscription Rate: $2.50 the
Collegiate Year
STAFF
Axnil Mae Browx Editor-in-Chief
Betsy' Sprikger Ihmine.'is Manager
Aoxes Stout, Pir.D Facnlty Ailvnter
EDITORIAL
Henrietta McU'ER Editor
Ermixe Waddiee Nexm Editor
ViROixiA Smith Feature hditor
Peggy Wieeiams . Society Editor
Li» Brammer _..Sports
MiEDREn SXEEDEX Exchange Editor
Sarah Thompsox Poetry Editor
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Ceorgie Hurt d.^Aiitavt Bushie.^.'i ifanager
Brooksie Foeger , Circulation Manager
REPORTERS
June Escott, Maujer Moseley, JiuUtli Killian, Frances
Hunter, Marguerite Craven, Margaret Caudell,
Alice Feaster, Ann Pepton, Mary Marshal Jones,
Olive Croswell, Snoodie Matheson, Elizabeth Harms.
ADVERTISING STAFF
Marv Pavne, Olivia Gillespie, Mary Alice Petteway,
Dorothy Alexander, Ann Chears, Bet^' Ka e,
Walters Jennie Linn Wright, Gen.eve Hosiner, hucy
Harmon, Alice Barron, lab laylor, Bettj Car , ^ .
Boyd, Ann Golden, Betty Martin, and Mary King.
PATRONIZE OUR
ADVERTISERS
Of course, you’ve heard it before. In fact,
you’ve probably heard it every year you Ye been
here. Perhaps you feel you re lucky to be a fresh
man and not hav'e heard it befori.
Here it is again. Patronize our advertisers.
Those are not mere idle Yvords. They mean
something. Do you, the students of Queens-
Chicora college, like the Yveekly jiaper.? Do you
like the paper at all? If you have one iota of
feeling about the college publication, then it is
noYV that you must act.
This paper is not for the staff. It is for
you, and you alone. Hut you must do your part.
We can not publish a paper on air, nor can Yve
leave a life-long debt to The Nexds, yvIio furnish
the air.
It must be your part to go into the shops
advertised herein and if you plan to buy, buy
there. You Yvill get your money’s YV’orth.
If you feel that this is asking too much, drop
a short note stating such to the Blues, and we
Yvill see that justice is done, if it means dropping
the Yveekly editions and replacing the bi-monthly
journal.
It’s up to you entirely. What do you say ?
BE ON TIME
For some vague reason, most ])eople are late
YY'herever they go.
Whether it is to a meeting, to meet some one,
to a class, or to bed, there are always stragglers.
'I’liere must be some cause.
It takes but little effort to be on time. One
sure remedy is to set the clock a fcYV minutes fast
—and then forget that it is fast. Another remedy
is to put forth the effort to be on time. You
can be.
Sometime some one will become tired of wait
ing for you. Turn noYV' before that time comes.
Resolve to be on time for a Yveek. You’ll keep
on being on time.
There’s so much you miss by being late.
Sally Writes Home To Sis
Dear Sis: "
You should have seen the fashion shoYV last
Friday night. All of the models looked lovely.
The clothes YV'cre such gems that you wanted
them every one. In fact I heard that Trip was
so infatuated with a little red hat she modeled
that she bought it and kept right on wearing it.
Many of the clothes brought audible oil’s and ah’s
from the audience. My choice for the dress of
the eY'ening though would surely be the strapless
black net evening dress modeled by Dell Suther
land.
And, speaking of clothes, have you noticed the
stunning fur jacket Nancy R.aley has been wear
ing and the loY'ely teal blue suit that Sally Mc
Dowell has been sporting?
It won’t be long before stunt night rolls around.
I hope the classes put on their thinking caps
and have some really cleY'er entertainments. If
Yve can judge by the Freshman entertainment for
the Sophs the green ones haY'e talent and will
probably have something swell to offer.
Then the first Queens-Davidson party is to be
the night after stunt night and who knoYvs what
Yvill happen? The last time Davidson came to
visit Queens (the Spectator-Philanthropic piR'ty)
quite a feYV things happened. Everybody had a
howling good time (just ask Mary King). Miss
Walker’s rendition of “The Maple on the Hill’’
(yes again) caused quite a lot of comment. It
seems that the Philanthropic’s Social Chairman
was just a little anti-social or shall we call it
exclusive ?
And Yvho isn’t going to liaY^e fun? What with
Davidson jilaying a big game with Carolina this
afternoon and being in the midst of their first
‘festivities’ of the year methinks there will be not
a few girls off from school this week-end. Our
brother college is probably out to jirove that
military men aren’t the only ones Yvho can give
a sYvell dance. Their homecoming dance is usually
swell too.
Among those homecoming Yvill be the Mr’s, also
up to see two of those attractive girls who wear
Pi Kap pins. Perhaps it’s time those lads were
coming; just to sort of see that those outside
interests don’t become too interesting, you know.
Had you heard that there Yvas a certain gentle
man (who has recently acquired the nickname of
Plaid or Tweed or something like that) who
tYvo or tliree times last Yveek offered to take just
any junior or senior to the show. Where Yvere
you, girls? And the ))artieular girl he asked for
Yvas ill, I heard.
Here’s Yvondering how many girls crawled out
of bed at six o’clock yesterday morning to go to
the shoYV and free breakfast. Was it Clark Gable
or the eats that Yvas attractive? Maybe it was
both. Or maybe they haY^e to serY'e food with the
Clark Gable shoYVs now since Tyrone Power seems
to be such a current faY’orite.
Martha Wilson and Nancy Raley, it seems,
have both been bothered by his family demanding
sonny’s attention. Don’t blame the fond parents
though. Maybe they like them too. 'Phose uni
formed pictures look mighty good. Anyway Freddy
came to see Martha this past week-end and every
thing Yvas rosy again.
We see that Saturday night is still Caldwell
Memorial night with P'rances Stough. It seems
that she is extending it to other days of the week
too.
Her room-mate has been seen in a good looking
roadster lately. We hear he’s a cute felloYV, Sara
Kelly.
Idb Porter has been looking toward Columbia
all Yveek. Wonder if she will Yvalk out on the
“family’’ as she did on another lad a fcYV weeks
ago? I doubt it, and here’s betting it Yvill be Sid
Yvith a capitol S Yvhen she gets back.
What cute little Morrison girl (Morrison being
the name of her dormitory of course) seems to be
making some time Yvith a fellow from a nearby
college town, Yvhom she met only recently on a
blind date?
Yours with an ear to the keyhole.
—SALLY.
Campus Choice
She is small, has long broYvn locks,
and Yvas elected the most energetic
girl in her class at high school—the
ast feature is one which has made
ler so well-known and well-liked on
our campus. Brown is the name—
Annie Mae Brown—and she is full of
energy plus.
Annie Mae was horn in Charlotte
on August 18, 1919 and has lived here
since that time. She attended, the
Charlotte schools and is now studying
for an A.B. degree, majoring in Eng
lish. She hopes to work on a neYvs-
paper when she finishes college.
As a freshman, Annie Mae Yvas edi
tor of the freshman issue of The
Blues, which won out over the sopho
more issue in the contest that year.
She was also a pledge of Alpha Delta
Pi sorority. In her sophomore year,
Annie Mae was news editor of The
Blues, a member of the stunt night
committee, and received the ten dol
lar award given each year to the
sophomore contributing the best and
the most articles in The Blues. This
year is Annie Mae’s junior year at
Queens and she is more active than
ever. She is editor of The Blues,
sorority editor of The Coronet, school
news writer for one of Charlotte’s
local neYvspapers, a member of the
Creative Writing group and of the
Radio club, and Yvas recently honored
hy being tapped into Alpha Kappa
Gamma, national leadership fratern
ity. On top of all this, Annie Mae
has been instrumental in having im
provements made on The Blues, and
was responsible for its being made
into a Yveekly paper.
IntervieYving an editor is no cinch,
as some of you may think. However,
the following poisonal items were ob
tained through much beating around
the mulberry bush. Editor BroYvn’s
chief ambition is to write tbe great
American play (Yvhere have Yve heard
that before?). As minor ambitions,
she would like to see Duke go to the
Rose BoyvI (yvIio Yvouldn’t?), and
have six children. Her chief joys
are dancing with a Citadel uniform
(regardless of who’s in it, Annie
Mae?), and getting a neYvs scoop.
Her pet hate or shall we say hates
are “two-timers.” She loves ice
cream, Kay Kyser’s orchestra, and
wants to go around the world. She
is most excited at the moment about
the forth-coming state press conven
tion at Duke. I really think there
must he some super attraction in the
vicinity of Durham.
Keep up the good work, Annie
Mae, and remember that we’re all
rooting for you. We’ll come en
masse to see that play, so be sure
to have the peanut gallery reserY'ed
for us.
PILGRIM’S PROGRESS IN
REVERSE
(In English Class)
'riie old man plodded up the hill
Making the progress that Pilgrim did
When of his soul he lost control.
And his feet began to skid.
Down toward the stream below he
rolled.
Not stopping at the brink
The difference betYveen him and Pil
grim Yvas
That Pilgrim didn’t sink!
—SARAH THOMPSON
NURSERY RHYMES FOR
THE FEEBLE-MINDED
Itsy bitsy pider
Went up de Yvader pout
Down cum de wain
N' Yvash de pider out
Out cum de sun
And dwided up all de Yvain
Den itsy bitsy pider
Went up de pout again.
—The Buccaneer.
First three girls to make contri
hutions of any nature to Blues this
week will receive a pass to the Im
perial Theatre to see “Hold That
Co-Ed” or the quintuplets.
Fashion Fads
The swish of taffeta, the swirl of
silk, and the SYV'ank of tweeds are
gaining momentum as each week
wrings neYV excitement to the stu
dents. Of course on any girls’ cam
pus (as Yvell as on the boys’, Yve’ve
leard) clothes are the best part of
school, and all these brand neYV fads
and fashions are most becoming,
though some of them take a brave
ass to attempt the wearing.
We’ve mentioned before those
grand suede jackets. Now Sally Cros-
and has sprung a bright green on
us, YY’hich, when she Yvore it with a
gaily plaid skirt and Yvhite sweater
was Y'ery eye-catching. Miss Al-
iright also has a smart natural one
Yvhich zips up the side.
Blouses and more blouses are Yvorn
lere at Queens. That lovely light
alue one of Sara DuRant’s deserves
special note. It is of soft silk, with
3ig flaring sleeves caught at the
wrists and a snug fitting waist. She
wears a black skirt Yvith it and looks
jrand.
For the best looking outfit of the
week, we give you Helen Hatcher’s
yelloYv ensemble. We saYV her in a
uscious lemon shaded hat and yel-
ow coated-effect dre.ss Yvith big
bleats down the back. It Yvas belted
at the waist and was wonderful look
ing. That sudden splotch of yelloYv
was very appealing.
The dizzy whirl of another big
football week-end has descended upon
us again and we imagine many a de-
ovely outfit Yvill make its appear
ance at the football game this after
noon and at the dance tonight. So
ieep both eyes open for a new touch.
Sue and Ann Mauldin are sport
ing sweaters and matching hats Yvhich
are note-Yvorthy. Ann’s is a bright
blue, Sue’s a deep aqua. The sweat
ers are the nice fuzzy sort, the hats
of the Y’ery softest material with a
perky feather reaching oh, so high!
The fashion shoYv here last week,
with clothes from Ivey’s touched
most of the high spots in the new
fashions. The sport togs modeled were
the very latest Yvord and Yve Imagine
that seY'eral of you Yvill be taking ad
vantage of this shoYving and get some
of them for your very own.
CROSS-SECTION OF LIFE
I sat in the croYvded bus-station.
And Yvatched the people go by.
All types of human nature there.
Hurrying and scurrying everyYvhere,
Each engrossed in his oYvn occupa
tion.
An elderly lady stood by the door
Her gaze Yvas fixed on nothingness
Fate to her had been unkind
And, interrupting her daily grind
Had taken some one that was hers
no more.
A young man brushed past me on
his Yvay,
And the smile on his happy face
Gave me to knoYv that his success
Was due to hard work—nothing less.
And life to him Yvas good—at least
this day.
Then a laughing college girl came
dashing in
No doubt she was going back home.
Her carefree “happy-go-lucky” air
Her odd remarks about the bus fare
Made my heart ache to be like her
again.
The bus came—and I left, but hesi
tantly
Reluctant to leave those inside
A cross section of life had just been
mine;
I had grasped it in that fleeting time
And felt that they, too, had been
judging me.
—SARAH THOMPSON.