James Madison University - Bluestone Schoolmaam Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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May Da y Festival Sponsored by THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION May 6, 1933 THE APPLE OF DISCORD EPISODE I.— THE WEDDING FEAST OF PELEUS AND THETIS Ate Laura Melchor Hera Marguerite Childress Artemis Ruth Hardy Hesta nna Larrick Demeter Katye W ' ray Brmvn Proserpine Janet Lowrie Athena Sarah Lemmon Aphrodite Madaline Newbil] Zeus Lillian Shottcr Mars Lillie Tucker Poseidon Ruth Behrens Hermes Kathleen Finnegan Pan Jessie Reynolds Kings Jean Long, Peggy Mears Queens Xelle Taylor. Mary Shankle Guest Eleanor YVilkins Plebeians Mary McCoy Baker, Elizabeth Buie EPISODE II.— THE DECISION OF PARIS Paris Catherine Bard Dawn Dance Schubert B. Bowden, C. Baldwin, R. Bowman, H. Courter, M. Campbell, E. Peterson M. Lutz, E. Todd, B. Glasser. E. Sutherland, M. Smith. M. Van Landingham EPISODE III.— THE COM IXC OF THE QUEEN Plebeians Glee Club B. Bush. M. Coyner, C. Crichton, M. Deaver, F. Graybeal. I. Graybeal, E. Kerr C. Matthews, E. Meeks. L. Meeks. E. Moore, D. Parker, L. Phipps, B. Shorts M. Smith, M. Spitzer, E. Cook, M. Glover, G. Miller, I. Reed Hail to the Queen of May Verdi THE QUEEX ' S PROCESSION ' May Pole - Freshmen PRESEXTATIOX OF GIFTS Pan — The Gift of Spring Spring Dance M. Campbell. P. Parkins, M. Haga, E. Peterson. D. MacDonald B. Bowden, G. Farrar, E. Warren. J. Courter. Y. Sloane Muse — Drama Scene from Electro Sarah Lemmon and Chorus Poseidon — The Sea Scarf Dance M. Smith, M. James, P. Parkins, D. MacDonald Hermes — Games and Play Athletic Dance M. Van Landingham, D. MacDonald. E. Warren. J. Courter. B. Bowden, G. Farrar, R. Bowman, P. Parkins Demeter — Harvest Harvest Dance P. Peterson, 1). MacDonald, C. Baldwin. H. Courter. L. Allred. P. Perkins Zeus — The L ights of the Night Moon Dance L. Allred, Mary Smith, M. James, M. Van Landingham, E. Warren J. Courter, M. Smith. F. Sutherland, G. Peters Recession ai Mendelssohn I tin I

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Nobody Knows the Trouble Fve Seen I USED to be interested in interior decorating. As a matter of fact, at times I had contemplated it more or less seriously as a profession. Since I have been at H. T. C. however, I have materially changed my views. Interior decorating may be all right when one stands in the middle of the floor and directs, but when one is the tallest roommate, as I am, it degenerates into something more or less resembling a three-ring circus with me as the clown. In the first place, I have an artistic roommate. She decides on the most effec- tive way of arranging our assorted pictures, pennants, and what-not, and then leaves for the evening. Most of her ideas involve moving the double-decker across the room, placing the dresser where the single bed was. and swapping that with the table. Finally the furniture is placed — perhaps not satisfactorily, but at any rate where it is going to stay as far as I am concerned. The next step is the search for the step-ladder. It eludes our noblest efforts. Finally we locate it at the far end of the hall upstairs. We room downstairs at the other end. We decide we don ' t need it immediately, and come back to the room. Besides, it is promised for the next two days at least. I conclude that I shall have to climb up on the double-decker to hang the pen- nants. The bed has an unfortunate tendency to waver with that peculiar motion felt on a storm-tossed boat. And the pennant that is to be hung in the middle of the wall can be put there only by precarious balancing over the end of the double- decker. As I advance cautiously in that direction, the wavering motion increases noticeably. The quavering motion inside me also becomes more pronounced. 1 reach over to place the pennant. The question now arises: if I hold the pennant with one hand and the hammer with the other, with what am I to hold on? The question remains unsolved. I don ' t hold on. Just as I successfully place the first tack and remove my hand, the tack falls out. I groan. But at last the pennant is placed. Then the remainder of our va- ried collection is put up by steps involving standing on the bureau, standing on a chair which stands on the table, and other feats of acrobatic balancing. But now comes my Waterloo. The curtains are yet to be hung. I put them on the rod. ascend to a chair on top of the table, and begin feeling for the curtain hook. The radiator interferes notably with my efforts. To add to my annoyance, the chair begins to execute a war-dance. My thoughtful roommate proceeds to hold it for me. Meanwhile the curtain has caught under the chair. I am forced to descend, loosen it. and mount once more my bucking steed. This time, success crowns my efforts. Then I view the results. The rod sags noticeably in the middle — so noticeably that I fear its two pieces will part company in the extremely near future. I decide to put a nail there to support it. With my roommate holding the chair, I lean f orward. I hit the nail twice. It doesn ' t stick. I hit it three more times. It still won ' t grip. I strike it a fierce blow. It drops to the floor. Having rescued the nail, once more 1 turn my attention to the driving of it. After ten blows calculated to fell as many oxen, it takes hold. I drive it in viciously, and lower the curtain rod gently to it. The nail has gone in too far to support it! On the fifth trial, the nail and the rod connect satisfactorily. I descend from my perch, only half the girl I was when I climbed up there. Just then my artistic roommate walks in. Good gracious! she says, you ' ve put up last year ' s cus- tains. The) ' aren ' t even the right color! Yes, thank you. I am recovering nicely. — Sarah Lemmon [21!)]

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' ■ ' y ELIZABETH CARSON May Queen