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QUEENS BLUES
November 8, 1940
Birds Of Peace
Seeks Her Safety From
War-shattered World
In 1918 a jubilant bird of peace flew from
ocean to ocean spreading security and new-found
happiness and order. And for about fifteen years,
peace in Europe, peace in Asia, peace in all the
world was supreme. Culture, science, education-
civilization advanced to great heights during that
reign of peace and the horizon was lighted bril
linatly for the entire world.
Not long after that time a tiny shadow loomed
over Europe that made the peace dove tremble.
That shadow grew larger and 'larger, soon re
sembling the hand of the war god Mars, reaching
out to grasp Europe with its greedy fingers. From
that hand leaped war-loving Machiavellian men
who over ran Europe. Peace doves fled from war’s
strangling hold and took refuge in one corner
of the world—^America. On this November 11th
there will be only one country who can call peace
her own—^America. What a contrast—the world
on November 11th, 1918 and the world on No
vember 11th, 1940—quiet and chaos.
And now this nation has given the command of
the ship of state again to an able and experienced
captain. *
America must retain this glorious quiet until
the time she can once more release the dove of
peace to fly over the world in joyous freedom so
that the date of November 11th, 1960 will not be
written in blood.
We 3 Queens Of
The Semin-Are
One deep dark night, not so very, very long
ago, two nights in fact, deep within the slightly
pale green walls of the Seminar Room, the minds
of three geniuses communed, one with another,
and the other with Yehudi. One was a Blonde.
One was a Brunette. Three was a Red-head. Re
sult was a Blues.
As the phantom. Deadline, approached. One
looked at Two. Two looked at Three. And for
convenience Three looked at Yehudi. Yehudi
looked blank. ^
Ye olde editors, slightly lacking in vim and
vigor and vitality, pieced patches and patched
•pieces, ’til the scraps had the essence, if not the
appearance, of a newspaper.
When the corners of the room had rounded off,
and the eeiling was no longer parallel to the top
of the table. One looked at Two and they both
ducked the hastily hurled missile from the dainty
paw of Three who just wanted to know whether
they were paralyzed or not. Termination of journal
of number One.
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QUEENS BLUES
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Alice Payne Exchange
Elizabeth Isaacs. Poetry
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guerite Gillespie, Pete Munroe, Mary Thomas Carswell,
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Martha Bullock.
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Mary Mason, Julia Miller, Sara Holleman, Jean
Rourk. '
We extend our sincerest sympathy to Yvonne
Williams in the recent loss of her father.
The phlegmatic countenances of Two’s com
patriots need vivifying. Such was her unfortunate
thought. An improvised recitative in and about
high C ought to turn the trick. After which bit
of originality Number Two was deleted by the
editors. LOVE. Maybe that will soothe the sav
age breast. Number Three’s uncensored palpita
tions were thoroughly and roughly discussed. Con
tents of discussion were withheld for obvious
reasons. Number Two’s palpitation just palpi
tated in the form of mournful sighs and tender
smiles around her little (?) mouth. Number one
was twanging her tongue to sound like a Cuban
guitar playing Ich Liebe Dich.
Tid-bits from a Pseudo-Titian’s diary:
It begins like the tale of little Eva, only there
were three standing in the cold waiting for the
bus as the cold gray light of dawn streaked across
the sky. No, they weren’t homeless waifs. No,
indeed, they had perfectly good homes—and that
was just where they should have been at that
time . Give up, or can’t you guess? THEY were
the three—(deleted) Editors. If you have any
imagination at all you can see them standing there,
on the corner, frozen to the bone and trying to
comfort each other. When the bus finally came,
as all good busses do, they went aboard. The red
head was so absorbed in lipr discussion on the bus
that she rode two blocks past her house. She leaped
from the conveyance and ran pantingly down the
street—-rushing faster and faster. As her flying
speed disturbed the leaves, they sounded like a
million following steps. The faster she ran, the
more noise the leaves made, which made her run
t
even harder. Gasping for breath she slammed
her front door shut, leaned against it anfl collapsed.
And she’s still out of breath, so this column must
end. •
Squeaky-Squeak
As Some One Creeps Into
Chapel—^Late As Usual
“Better late than never’’ is a universally ac
cepted axiom which can be cancelled by “There is
an exception to every rule.” The axiom in this
particular case is: If you must be late to Chapel,
it is better to come for a little than to miss it all.
On the other hand, no matter how dexteriously
one slips in the back door, a crunching, furtive
sound swirls up the steps and runs over the entire
auditorium. By the time the perpetrator of the
aforesaid action arrives on the scene, everyone,
except the fourth girl from the end in the seventh
row, has glanced around to see who the noisy one
is, and the speaker doesn’t stand a^chance of being
noticed.
, These late Chapel arrivals aren’t fair to the
speaker, but neither is an empty auditorium.
Therefore, for personal reason and for the ben
efit of others, shall we quietly remain outside and
lose quality points and miss the program, or should
we noisily effect an entrance? —M. J. H,
Cats’-Chat Makes
Rounds At School
From 5th Colyum
Have You Noticed?
The abundance of long hair trail
ing around . . . the flowers that are
always in Burwell . . . the different
atmosphere of something indescrib
ably good since the Honor System
has been adopted . . . increased at
tendance at chapel . . . the quanti
ties of hair ribbon floating around.in
the aforesaid long hair ... all the
bright red and shades of red as well,
that are being worn this year . . .
that the percentage of saddle shoes
on campus has taken a considerable
drop . . . how much easier it is to
walk quietly in the library with the
new floor . . . the many varieties of
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Qhoks.
★ ★ ★ ★
Our campus choice this week or
any other week is Jean Ferguson,
president of the senior class. When
one hears Jean’s soft Southern drawl,
it is hard to believe that she is from
Riverside, Illinois.
She was born on Lake Shore Drive
in Chicago, the section that is pointed
out with awe to tourist (I know
’cause I was once a rubber-necking
tourist) because here is where the
famous people of the city reside. II
seems that this was a fitting place,
therefore, for Jean to begin life.
She attended Sayre School for Girls
in Lexington, Kentucky, for two years
before coming to Queens. Here at
Queens she has made a name for her
self ’ from her freshman year when
she became outstanding for being in
two wrecks in one night up until her
senior year. Now she is a member
of “Who’s Who,” representative to
Panhellenic, as well as the senior class
leader.
Jean has already shown her talent
in art and recently won a scholarship
at the Mint Museum. She toured
Mexico with Dr. Delano and Miss
Langford this summer and went to
N. Y. with the Art Department last
winter.
Her pride and joy is her brother,
Kenneth, who is, by the way, presi
dent of the fifth grade, so it must be
in the family. The other man in her
life has a prominent spot on her
dresser; so go up to Morrison and see
him for yourself in case there’s
anyone who doesn’t know about him.
For her unselfishness and untiring
co-operation, we proudly make Jean
our campus choice.
candy at the Y store, to say nothing
of the new booths (which so far
have seemed as popular with the
faculty as with students) . . . how
Ireary the day seems if you don’t
get some mail in the morning, espe
cially to some of these every-day-
'etter-getters like Fulbright . . . Jean
Dobson’s man of the pipe ... that
Cothran has never produced that
South Carolina O. A. O. . . . that
ihe Freshmen seem to have a monop
oly on telephones and parlors. What’s
wrong? Are we upperclassmen los
ing our grip? . . . how beautiful the
beauties are this»year?
What Ever Became Of;
All the Jonquil bulbs planted|i
around the front circle last year . . .
the suntans we struggled for this
summer . . . the over-stuffed furni
ture that used to be in the dormitory
lobbies . . . bustle back dresses . . .
Bismarck (the dog) . . . Katta Katta
Katta chapter of Eta Bita Pie . . .
seamless stockings . . . Ferdinand
the bull . . . Boake Carter . . . the
old argument between champions of
the classics and swing addicts . . .
Amelia Earhardt?
Interest Items:
While Editor Golden is beating
around with all the other collegiate
newshawks, Mary Jane Hart, with
the able assistance of Gloria Coppala
and Idrienne Levy, is taking over
the Blues. Nice work, girls. Keep
it up.
Martha Brandon is appearing in
the supporting cast of a feature pro
duction which is having its premiere
in Scotland Neck today. The plot
is concerned with the wedding of Gigi
Brandon and “Bull” Durham. We’ve
waited for this opportunity for a
long time, and now with our whole
hearts we wish for you all the happi
ness in the world,' Gigi and “Bull.”
Parting Shot;
This business of books is a real
problem. For instance, consider the
poor fellow whose father asked him
to try to cut down on his college
expenses. The only thing the geezer
knew to do was to do without books.
And then there was another chap who,
when asked w’hy he was hurrying,
replied: “Well, I just bought a text
book, and I am trying to get to class
before a new edition comes out.”
Camera Club
Pitches Party
The Hut was the scene of a Queens-
Davidson Camera Club party with
Halloween trimmings. Bobbing for
apples was X one of the characteristic
games played. Balloons, hot chocolate
with marshmallows, and doughnuts
were served to the following members:
Irene Davis, Jane Rankin, Lib Isaacs,
Willie Stout, Sue Howe, Sarah Par
dee, Martha Elliott, Naomi Raouse,
Sue Ferguson, Frances Kerr, Mary
Ruth McLeod, and their dates.
Queens Lookout
As we look upon the world about
us, we sec in our mind’s eye the
things which we wish to see. If the
world is beautiful, it is because we
lesire beauty. If the world presents
a depressing picture, it is because
we are seeking to point out the de
pressing elements of our surround
ings. Our heart’s desire determines
what our eyes shall see.
In every personality there is some
thing fine, and in each personality
there is also a measure of weakness.
Either the strength or the weakness
may grow until the personality is
dominated by that quality. That part
of the personality in which we believe
will grow. If we have faith in our
good qualities, they will develop. If
we doubt our own capabilities, they
will be stunted.
Let us help each other. Jesus
demonstrated the power of belief in
the good. To Mary Magdalene He
showed His belief in her essential
goodness, and she grew to meet His
faith. The greatest opportunity in
the experience of friendship is that
of showing one’s faith in the goodness
and beauty which a friend may
possess. When we believe in each
other, we help each other to grow to
the fullness of spiritual stature. When
we doubt each other, we dwarf the
soul’s growth. In the words of
Santayna;
“Bid then the tender light of faith
to shine
By which alone the mortal heart is
lead
Unto the thinking of the thought
divine.”
J. M. Godard.