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i I. I Page 2 QUEENS BLUES December 11, 1947 I’ I QUEENS BLUES SHIRLEY TISON Editor DORIS MOORE AND LILLIAN McCULLOCH— Managing Editors EDWINA McDILL Feature Editor LILLIAN BARBER Music Editor PHYLLIS JOHNSON Sports Editor ADRA LONG ...Business Manager CHARLOTTE FRASER Circulation Manager MARTIE MORRISON ..Make-Up Manager Reporters: Maude Dixon, Katherine Ebert, Sue Gaston, Nancy Gordon, Louise Johnson, June Patterson, Florence Robinson, Laura Stroupe, Alys Martin, Lib Evans, Mary Nowell, Ann Birmingham, Marilyn Sailors. Katherine Knight Head Typist Martha Cottingham and Jo White Assistants Business Staff: Marilyn Biggers, Sara Pharr, Rachel Stevens, Winnie Golf, Rose Vaughan, Lucy Whitehead, Jenny Lee Helton, Betty Pratt. School Spirit? School spirit seems to be an illusive will-of-the-wisp at Queens. It’s present on rare occasions; but, the majority of the time, there just is no such thing to be found on campus. Why is such an important part of college life lacking at Q. C.? And what can we do about it? Could the absence of intra-collegiate competition be partly responsible? Perhaps if the Queens and Kings (faculty, too) of the campus would come out for the sports the college of fers, it would be possible to organize several teams and to vie with other colleges for athletic recognition. If the dormitory and day students would play more often, this might also help. Did your throat feel parched and dry after Stunt Night? Were your hands burning from much clapping? If it takes such get-to-gethers as this to make us show some school spirit —for goodness sakes, let’s have more of ’em! Queens is really a wonderful college—with all her traditions and such festivities as the coming Boar’s Head Dinner and Carol Sing—not only is it true of the Queens that is to be but of the Queens we’re attending now. Let’s show that we do ap preciate our college and do have school spirit by giving her our whole-hearted support and by cooperating in all that we’re asked to do throughout the years we are students here. Day Student Cafeteria Were you ever in the vicinity of Blair Union (the Day Stu dent building) about 12:45 each day? No, it wasn’t a riot you saw; it was a mad dash to get in the cafeteria line for some of that good food. New students cannot fully appreciate the vast improvements made in our Day Student Cafeteria, but we who were here before can easily see the difference. The two tables and two lines have cut off half the time it used to take to go through the one line, and the beverage table has been made separate so that those wishing coffee will not hold up the others. The food, of course, is the main part of any cafeteria and the wheel who keeps that end of it rolling is Lou, the cook. Her value is evidenced by the appetizing meals we see spread before us each day. So orchids to Buford Bobbitt and her Day Student Council for an improved and efficient cafeteria that also has grand food. Farewell This paper is the last issue that I will assist in putting out as one of the managing editors. As a member of “The Blues” staff I make my farewell with some reluctance and quite a few regrets. My work on this publication has given me a great amount of valuable experience and even more satisfaction. Working on the paper with the other members of the staff has also been a source of pleasure. Thinking back over my work as I am about to leave, I wonder how well I have done my part in fulfilling the aims and purposes of our college paper. The aims of this paper are to report news items concerning our college; not to be a gossip sheet. We aim to reflect the total picture of life at Queens; not isolated parts. We hope to improve our paper constantly and in that improvement to raise the estimation of our school among those who read our paper in other schools and colleges. In addition to these aims we wish to have our paper written up in the best form and language. We hope to encourage those girls with writing ability to work on our staff, and we want these girls to give the paper their best efforts. Whatever success we may have had in achieving our aims and purposes I am proud of “The Blues” as it is, and I am looking forward to a bigger and better paper as time goes by. Doris Moore Thanks To Doris Moore A girl who is of high value to the “Blues” is Doris Moore. Doris is a senior, and if all goes well, will graduate at the end of first semes ter; therefore, this is the last edi tion of the paper which will con tain her work and loving care. We would like to take this opportunity to express our grateful appreciation to Doris for her work with the “Blues.” She began work on it her junior year and was appointed this year to the position df Managing Edi tor. Every other Sunday night in North Doris may be found, pen in hand, glasses down on her nose, her black curls piled high, reading and re-reading the galley proofs, correcting mistakes, and adding lines where needed. She dashes madly around gath ering bits of news and assigning items for the next issue, and has on occasion made up the dummy and taken it to the printing house. She is always willing to stop what ever she is doing and help with the paper. We will all miss you, Doris, but thanks for the great help you have been to the “Blues.” Christmas At Queens By EDWINA McDILL Tinkling laughter, merry thoughts, and happy smiles! Christ mas is in the air. And the first real inkling of hol iday spirit popped into Queens on the night of the Ch ri s t m a s ball, when the room was filled with a toyland splendor. It was as if all the princess - like dolls had sprung to life in Santa- land and were v;hirling about in brilliant splashes of colors: glossy plaid taffetas, flashing satins, and lustrous silks. The fellows were a handsome con trast in their tuxedos and played an important part in the dance of the dolls. (What a wonderful sur prise for some little girl to find her under her Christmas tree.) There are Christmas lists on the doors and sleepy-heads in the beds, dreaming about the Boar’s Head dinner and afterwards, when they will open their gifts. The Boar’s Head dinner, another traditional feast at Queens, but this one dates all the way back to mer ry old England. There will be food for everyone in every shape, size and delectableness. It is after your eyes have grown bigger and bigger with each tempt ing dish, after you have eaten a lit tle of each and everything, that you finally realize much to your per sonal discomfort—that your eyes ai e even bigger than your stomach . . . the traitor! A little while later will probably find you back in your room in a sort-of delightlul misery. But there is the Christmas tree to look for ward to yet- Oh, chocolate drops and peppermint candy! (That is our Christmas variation for, “Oh, goody!”) So the contented fullness is soon forgotten over that intriguing busi ness of giving out presents. There ae at least half a dozen of the girls congregated and waiting to see what Santa brought. It is more fun to watch their faces light up when they have opened their gifts. Your packages are fun too; you never know what awaits you just inside the wrappings. But Christmas is more than that at Queens. The real joy comes through knowing that you ar( loved, safe and cared for by a greal God, a democratic land, a fine school, and a doring friends and parents. God bless us everyone and give us more Christmas-like days, so that we may have greater spirits of love and be thankful to God for our fellow man, and that we may be reminded foremost of God’s love for us . . . “That He gave His only begotten son.” Amen. + Lines By Liilums -t- The Snow Carnival (our Christ mas dance for those who don’t know better) was a grand success in everyone’s estimation. When one girl was getting an invitation and noticed the time (8:00 until 11:30) she exclajime^, “Goodness, how can I snow my man in three hours!” From all o b servations, . though, I believe everyone did right well. Ye scribe makes no complaints on that score. One of the teachers remarked the other day that one of her co-eds seemed to be living in a dream world—a new aspect of Queens! But as I said before, more wedding bands should be worn. The beautiful rendition of “The Messiah” really did usher in the Christmas spirit. That was rather evident to all at the feed in the hut following the program. The pres ence of the Davidson lads added greatly to the atmosphere. ’Heard someone say recently that the difference in an educated per son and an uneducated person was in the way they spent their leisure. To look around at Queens, that’s a depressing thought, isn’t it? May be it’s because we have so little leisure that when we do have any we go wild with what to do with it. Hate to keep bringing up un pleasant subjects, but were you in chapel the morning Mr. Holliday gave a program of music on rec ords. The behavior of the Queens student was enough to make one blush with shame. When college girls get to the place where they can’t behave decently for a chapel program of music they’re in a bad fix! And look where that puts us! The gift of a palm tree (?) to the school has been an attractive ad dition to our dining hall. Now it gives us that ‘coconut grove” at mosphere (ah in the mind, of course!). I sat my date under it one Sunday noon but he was so overcome with the girls he didn’t notice the tree. As previouslv mentioned ye scribe has been concerned over the ob servance of Sunday on Queens cam- pus. Some of us seem to forget that Sunday is the Sabbath instead of just another day. Take a look at the church books and the wall capds for Sunday and you’ll see what I mean. We would all do well to make of Sunday a holy day instead of a holiday. Have heard that some of our Q- C. girls had quite a trip to Clem- son a weekend or so ago. They left Queens in a sharp looking Buick but they later drove into Clemson on a Merita bread truck. A bit fat tening, isn’t it, girls ? Looks like I’ve overdone the un inhibited side of it this time so I’ll bring it to a close with apologies for all toes that have been stepped on and any other damage done. (It’s still all in the mind!). Merry Christ mas! So Went Our Dance Each year the Student (Govern ment of Queens College sponsors two festive affairs, loosely and naively referred to as dances, one being presented in the fall and the other in the spring. The first of these two affairs, which for some reason escapes me at the present, was entitled “The Snow Carnival,” was held Saturday night, December the sixth. Dates for the fracas arrived at various hours in Burwell Hall and, after presenting all manner of identification, were finally reward ed by having their inmate for the evening led out to them. There in the parlors the couples were again briefed on the procedure for the evening and all watches were syn chronized. As the zero hour ap proached the couples were lined up in alphabetical order, and ex actly at 8:30 P. M. the line lock- stepped to Morrison Hall, scene of the affair. On entering the hall each couple passed through a mag netic eye especially designed to detect the presence of any intox icating beverage within the person, or any concealed flask on the per son involved. Safely past the door, the couples faced a receiving Hne composed of faculty and other campus notables. Each member of the receiving line gripped the hand of each person passing down the line, thereby pulling him, or her, very close, and requiring each one to breathe deeply. If the magnetic eye had not caught those guilty of imbibing, this system did. Prior to this the decorations of the hall had gone unnoticed by most. Carrying out the theme of ‘•The Snow Carnival,” six inches of real snow had been shoveled onto the dance floor. There was no heat in the building and real snow men sat at various spots in *he hall. Perched on rafters were three members of the social com mittee gaily scattering Lux flakes on the unsuspecting crowd. The effect was striking to say the least. Knauff, the famous Russian, oave a flourish and the dance was under way. During the dance the chaperones, equipped with yard sticks, busied themselves with maintaining the three-foot dancing distance. At intermission couples were es corted back to Burwell, to the Rec reation Room, where a Bingo con test was held, or sat quietly in Morrison enjoying the provided re freshments. Those who left the hall Personality Girl Oi The Week Have you ever stopped by the corner room in South? (No, not Bee Jay’s and Goldie’s). If you have, then I’m sure you have been greeted by a smiling face. Yes, Sa rah Little is always smiling. Noth ing ever seems to get her down. It’s a pleasure to be greeted by that small blonde figure who al ready has many friends among the upperclassmen as well as the fresh men. She is one of those people who never meets a stranger. She al ways has a cheer}'^ hello for every one. Sara hails from Jacksonville, Florida, but having lived in Char lotte all of her life until this sum mer, she claims it as home. She was elected chairman of the treshman class and just recently she was elected president of the class. That snould show how well the girls like her. Not only does Sara seem to get around at Queens, but she doesn’t seem to be doing bad at Davidson and Carolina. Yep, Sara Little is definitely one of Q- C.’s person ality girls. for intermission were naturally again subjected to the magnetic eye treatment. The figure that followed intermission was very unique. The members of the social committee, clad in warm-up suits, burst through an immense snow ball, and being joined by their raccoon-coated dates skied the length of the hall and maneuvered at the center to form a large Q. After the figure, watches were again synchronized, and the dance was resumed. Ere long Knauff gave a fanfare which meant that it was 11:30 P. M. and the dance was over. The couples fell back iuto the alohabetical lines and lock-stepped back to Burwell. There ensued a short but impres sive ceremony in which selected dates were awarded the Queens Combat Badge for gallantry in ac tion. Then, for a wonderful fifteen minutes the couples sat discussing world topics. Soon the lights be gan to blink indicating not that there was a shortage in the school’s Muring system, but that it was time to say goodnight to our date'j. There was frantic scurrying about, but soon all the boys were relieved of their handcuffs, and all the girls were led back to their cells — I mean, rooms. Thus ended the first Queens dance of the season, with all of us eagerly looking foru^ard to more of the same in the Spring.
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