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QUEENS BLUES
November 5, 1938
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SINGING “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” IN
DINING ROOM
Recently there has been much controversy over
the singing of “Happy Birthday” in the dining
room. The opinion has divided, some who are
in favor, and others who do not like this custom.
To some this habit seems childish and not quite
the proper thing for girls of college age to do.
The dignity, which a college girl should possess,
is not apparent when each joins; in this singing
at the table. Because the dining room is one place
where one should show his best manners and be
cause quietness at meal-times is a sign of good
manners, this singing is not proper. It is a form
of impoliteness to others who regard meal-time
as a time for rest and relaxation and an interval
from the classes of the day. It cannot be this
way when the student body sings out Happy
Birthday.”
Let’s keep the atmosphere of our college dining
room similar to our own homes where it is enjoy
able but also conducted in a quieter manner.
But, the average student says, ‘ Singing Happy
Birthday’ is merely our way of extending good
wishes to a fellow student at the time when every
one is present. We do not mean to upset those din
ing, but we use this as a means of enjoying our
selves while we eat and of wishing them a happy
birthday at what we think is the best time since
all are assembled then. We wish to continue this
custom.”
BE BOOK CONSCIOUS
Now, what do I mean by book conscious?
Surely, I am not telling you that there is a library
here full of very good books! You know that.
You know, too, the value of reading books. Is it
that you need to be told the care of books?
Tell a college student to be careful with books,
keep them clean, refrain from marking in them,
resist the temptation to roll up the corners of the
pages or tear out little nips, and you insult his
intelligence—and no wonder. That is for kinder
garten children.
Let’s just say—cultivate the right attitude to
ward books—a consciousness of books and not
scratch pads. Without realizing it, you will have
a better feeling about books, and the books will
profit, too.
Sally Writes Home To Sis
Dear Sis:
I know that little Sis writes yoii every week
to give jmu the low down on “Who’s Who” and
“What’s What” up here at your old Alma Mater,
but I thought you might like a picture of “What
goes on here in these hearts dear” as seen through
the male eye and heard through the male ear.
My report may not be as orthodox as Little Sis’
is, but I would say it is pretty straight dope.
First, I do want to say that Dear Mrs. Agnew
is just as sweet as ever to all the social callers.
The other night just after entering the sacred
halls of old Burwell, I was greeted by melodious
strains floating through the hall of that new song
hit which has replaced “If I Had The Wings of
An Angel”, beginning thus “There’s not
man in this whole nunnery.” But after a couple
of lines of O Davidson I heard steps thumping up
the stairs.
During that never failing wait for the advent
of that particular bit of loveliness, my attention
was drawn and centered upon two gentlemen,
who, having arrived simultaneously, had imme
diately fallen into a dispute over a girl residing
in Morrison dormitory. It seems that each had
the idea that he was the one expected, though
frequent phone calls from both to sound their
arrival had not been answered. After much de
bating and flipping of coins, they could not reach
a satisfactory decision to both and as the result
again the coin went into the air, this time to decide
who would buy the tickets to a show up town.
Then, much to my surprise, they went out arm in
arm and to date neither has returned. I shall
never forget the look of anxiety and perplexity
upon the face of the girl at the desk who had
been the messenger to summon the girl of their
dreams and had come back from this mission with
a very pert reply. Soon my prospective date
really showed up and we withdrew to one of the
darker corners in the living room on the right.
Sis, I know that you remember all of the clubs
and sororities on the campus, but since you left
they have formed a new one. It is very new
and is not known generally, as yet, but I’ll wager
that in another month or two it will be one of,
if not “The Leading Club” on the campus. It
gains in popularity and numbers nightly. It is
hard to learn just what goes on in the meetings
but it certainly must be interesting. Well, I’ve
kept you in suspense as to its name long enough.
It is called “The D. R. R. Club.” If you come
back on a visit I hope you won’t join this organi
zation. I, personally, am “agin it.”
Here’s another bit of gossip that I picked up
with my ear to the ground. It seems that last fall
about this time a certain Pi K A at Davidson,
referred to in Little Sis’ Letter last week, had
two true loves (only his Queens’ true love didn’t
know) ; now he has only one and she is true, not
the kind that likes to go to football games and
have birthdays.
Neither Here Nor There:
A Phi Mu is devoting a lot of time to the
center of the line of Davidson’s team ... I hear
that Lib Brammer still receives perfume and other
gifts from a certain handsome lad. Pie never
misses. Nice work. Lib . . . just ask Tiny Waddill
about taking pictures and watch her blush . . . fine
time reported on the Phi Society-Spectator Club
shindig. . . . Have you heard about the cute Alpha
Delta Theta who rolled her hair down instead of
up before dating a certain boy the other night.
They say that Mimi Bradham was looking so
lovingly into the eyes of a certain Swede the other
night that she couldn’t distinguish another couple
in the bright moonlight. Ask her. . . . Oh, yes,
one of our boys saw Lib Porter wearing a familiar
looking locket that used to belong to a Sorority
Sister of her’s; wonder if there could be a certain
U. of S. C. boy’s picture in it now.
Sis, if you would like another epistle, giving
you the dope around the Alma Mater as interpreted
by the opposite sex, just let me know.
Lovingly,
“CURLY.”
Campus Choice
To begin with, her name is differ
ent. Not only that, but the girl is
different also. In fact, she’s quite
different; and I believe you’ll agree
with me when I tell you all I know.
Keller Young is her name; and she
was horn on June 2, 1922, in Whit
mire, South Carolina. She attended
schools in Whitmire before entering
Queens this fall, and she is now
studying to be a laboratory techni
cian (that’s what I call ambition
plus).
Though a right brand new frosh,
Keller is already walking away with
honors on our campus. She has been
elected chairman of the freshman
class, freshman chairman of stunt
niglit, is a member of the Linnean
club, the Book Tea group, and a
pledge of Alpha Gamma Delta so
cial sorority.
Keller’s chief joy is “Harry” (none
of them are different when it comes
to their chief joy) but she has no
pet hate (there’s a catch in it some
where). Her favorite food is shrimp
cocktail, and she loves sports—chiefly
horseback riding, basketball, tennis,
and golf (which she is learning).
Dogs are definitely on her list of
likeables, and she likes to read good
literature (rheally, my deah) such
as “An So Victoria” 'and “The
Citadel.”
Big brown eyes and brown hair dis
tinguished Keller but distinction
enough is the fact that she was May
Queen in high school. Only in the
last coujile of years did Keller de
cide to do away with her boyish bob
and assume a more sophisticateil role.
Her biggest mistake or rather invest
ment, it seems, was the buying of an
interest in a T-model Ford, with the
plan of taking turns using it; but
apparently it didn’t work out so well.
Biggest peculiarity of Keller is her
lack of interest in the national past
time of dancing. She claims that she
would rather just sit and talk. I told
you she was different. Am I right?
But then, that’s the way we like her.
So be as different as you want to,
Keller, and more power to you!
Fashion Fads
Don^t You Agree
That They Suit?
If suddenly we were magically
limited in our ever bubbling-over vo
cabulary to monosyllables, and had
to put down the first word that
came into our head when a name was
spoken, we would give monosyllabic
descriptions of—
Sara Durant, Sleek; Olive Cros
well, conscientious; Kay Duncan,
striking; Georgie Hurt, Efficient;
Anne Fuller, business; Mary King,
dimples; Cookie Scoggins, personal
ity; Sarah Thompson, unique; Helen
Cumnock, congenial; Mary Lou
Wright, the duchess; June Escott,
dainty; Brooksie Folger, beauty;
Marjorie Russell, collegiate; Mildred
Sneeden, popular; Virginia Hickman,
peppy; Julia White, honey; Dot
Baker, angora; Helen Hatcher,
“Hank”; Mary Katherine Martin,
style; Frances Stough, sweet; Snoodie
Matheson, vivacious; Marie Iloseman,
different; Barbara Davis, stream
lined; Mary Payne, ??????; Ellen
Hardee, piquant; Lillian Stample,
jolly; Nataline Niven, sporty; Annie
Mae Brown, Queens Blues; Nancy
Hovis, swank; Frances Riddle, the
preacher; Dot Muse, striking; Lib
Brammer, capable; Mimi Bradham,
old-fashioned nosegay; Mary Lib
Stevens, midget; Winnie Sheely, fun;
Margaret Harden, happy; Mary
Marshall Jones, smooth; Ann Mauld
in, life; Lucy Williams, flirt; Becky
Patton, red; Ann Peyton, ability;
The Edwards, double-check; Anne
Cromartie, charm; Margie Poole, ap-
leal; Keller Young, stunt night ;
Anne Pease, twinkling; Sally Mc
Dowell, David(son); Alene Ward,
friendly.
One of the smartest items on this
year’s fashion list is the great amount
of costume jewelry being worn. Not
only are the traditional pearls grac
ing mi-lady’s neck, but also ornated
strands of glass beads, gold and
silver chains, coin necklaces, and
coral strings, besides numerous other
concoctions some have found. Tailored
suits are being dressed up by the use
of various gadgets designed for your
lapel. We noticed Rita Clary the
other day with a pair of red knitted
gloves dangling from her jacket.
Others are wearing objects fashioned
from wood, leather and all do add
a lot. Another noteworthy dress-up
feature is the use of broaches and
pins clasped at the neck of blouses.
Sara DuRant has a lovely blue
crystal one. Also notice the flowers
that Julia White pins to her sweat
ers.
Those belts with Queens-Chicora
printed on round leather disks tied
about the waist are gaining in popu
larity and many are being worn.
Maybe we ought to make them offi
cial !
Dot Failor has a very attractive
rust wool dress for school wear. It
has a broad brown belt and a fetch
ing wool flower worn on the left
shoulder. The skirt is flared and tiny
buttons line the back for an inch or
two at the neck.
These warm autumn days are in-
ducive to lazy-living, and were it not
for quarterly tests, most of us would
settle down to just that. But being
as we do have to be on our good
behavior, mentally speaking, it’s just
as well that we also keep an eye
open for new and sundry trinklets.
For instance, when all’s right with
your allowance, who can resist those
swanky wool dresses which are being
shown in town. And as for evening
clothes, well, all we can say is that
this is a season where you can defi
nitely afford to be different. If you’ve
always had a yen for disturbing and
amazing hair-do’s and alarming do-
dads stuck in your curls, now is your
chance to blossom forth. And as for
the dresses, everyone is going femi
nine, for who can deny that when
you swoop your hair atop your lifead
you just have to go in for frills and
feathers. Not that we advocate going
back to your first-dance styles, but
anything worked out with a smooth
idea back of it is bound to go over
big. Just try it!
Getting back to school clothes,
have you seen that black, grey, and
red checked skirt of Marjorie Timms?
It is also pleated and worn with
black oxfords, pearls and a black
sweater is the height of class-room
smartness.
Naturally Miss Albright’s rust
suede suit had all the girls envious.
M e suspect that as cold weather
settles down, for it surely will in the
near future, many smart coats will
make their appearance. So here’s
one to look out for—Sara Kelly Lil-
lard s with the matching hat.
Masks
You wear a mask at Halloween,
and think that I won't know you.
Ha, Ti.s simpler far
to see through that
Than do what’s done
unmask your soul.
—Margaret Caudell.
Time of the Wishing Star
The soul of the sun spread its rain
bow wings
Tossing tumult into hearts and the
sky;
And folding them again, slipped down
then
Into the trees soft cradling sigh.
O’er humming of pines a slim star
loomed
In a pale gold dusk tinged with
grayish bloom;
In a child s wishing verse striving
spirits the while
Found peace in that star like a
madonna’s slow smile.
—Elizabeth O. Green.