Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Slaves of Fashion ES, slaves of fashion is a perfect sketch for us women who will go to any lengths to please our admirers of the opposite sex. The motto of the foreign females seems to be as the twig is bent, so grows the tree. For all their excruciat- ing, diabolical rituals begin when they are still in the age of innocence. Little Chinese girls must have their feet bound tightly so that they can never grow, Consequently, when they have advanced to womanhood, their feet have been left unchanged and they are doomed to hob- ble around on lily feet. And among the native tribes of Africa and South America, even more fantastic beauty habits are employed. The women have tried to imitate the giralfe by wind- ing many, many iron coils around their necks until it had become sometimes even more than a foot between the chin and the shoulders. Were these coils to be removed, the neck would immediately collapse under the weight of the head. Binding heads to make them pointed, and wearing rings and bones in pierced ears and noses is nothing unusual among the blacks of the tropic jungles. They even go farther in the Ubangi tribes by suspending a large brass hoop from their lower lip to make it protrude azflruv1iz'ely. But we women of civilization are not exempt from such grueling procedures. In fact if a Ubangi beauty were to hap- pen into one of our beauty salons and catch sight of a permanent wave ma- chine, she would undoubtedly shriek in terror, thinking that she had fallen into a tribal torture chamber. And so the feminine world lives on, shackled by such outrageous methods of beautifying, all for fashion. North, South, East and West we are all women tempted by vanity-but it's our trade and we en- dure it. SUZANNH STRAUB '45 Lfife Begins At . I am languishing in a deep coma. It seems I've been in this state for five long days. My eyes are beginning to blind now. I see a faint ray of light before me. Things are becoming much clearer and more distinct. just a few more minutes and I shall be wide awake. I can feel each second creep by and now I can hear the ringing of bells, bells, bells, bells- liberty bells. Suddenly I awaken into a world of brightness. Around me I hear a most stupendous rejoicing. Finally! Finally! At last! It's two-thirty. Friday afternoon. A week-end of hilarious fun. Life begins at two-thirty every Friday. For it is then I leave the dreary side of my life for two blissfully blessed days to see how the world around me is getting along. But woe is me! the week-end seems to fly with lightning speed. Practically in a split second Sunday night is behind me and Monday looms over me menacingly. There is nothing during the five days but agonizing struggle before I can return to the freedom of another cherished week- end. As I sit in my first class Monday morn- ing, I can feel my eyes closeg the souvenir memory of the glorious past leaves me, only to be covered up by the darkness of stark reality. Again I can feel the sec- onds passing only to remind me this is one week out of thirty-six. Please tell me I'm just dreaming. KATHLEEN MCCORMICK '45 30 THE SCROLL

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Communism as a philosophy or a political power is not a thri at to the United States, but Communism as a foreign policy is. Thus declared the Reverend XX!ilfrid Parsons, professor of Political Science at the Catholic University of America, in his talk entitled, ls Communism a Present Threat to the United States? liather Parsons, who opened the Catholic liorum series ol I9-15, continued by saying that Communism is just another ism , a philosophy or a plan for man and society. He referred to the founder of Communism, Karl Marx, and said that Communism is often called Marxismg that the chicf danger lies in Communism as a foreign policy to further Soviet Russia's expansionist aspirations, It is a menace in that it has the ability to break down the patriotic allegiance of men and women in other countries to support and gain adherents for the Soxtct cause. liather Parsons said he believed that Communism has not penetrated the brains of the people of the United States very much, because it is too alien to our traditions. He concluded his speech with the thought that Communism would probably never wholly affect Catholicism. Distinctly and characteristically of the Cronin genre, 'I'!ie Green l'L'.1I'.l has been acclaimed among the popular bests of the last few months. It recounts in the author's effortless, fascinating style the early life of Robert Shannon, a Catholic Irish-Scotch lad who is forced, because of the tragic deaths of both his parents, to make his home with his Protestant maternal grandparents. Although he is treated kindly by the immediate family, any manifestation of Catholicism on his part is met by ridicule or petty acts of violence by the townspeople 'all reminiscent of the Chisholm epi- sode in the tirst pages of the The 1x'e.y.i' In llie King- iiilllll. His faith is severely tried and becomes thread, bare in more than one instance f at one crucial point he ex en repudiates it but in the end he comes back to Cod, a prodigal who is made heir to a meagre fortune left him by his great-grandfather. In the character of the aforementioned patriarch Dr, Cronin has achieved a master creation of rascal- ity, but withal a great heart and a sympathetic under- standing of the plight of the not-too-epical hero. lt is a book which affords an emotional exper- ience not soon forgotten. ls C0lllllllllliSlll a Present 'l'hreat to the linited States? By Reverend Wilfricl Parsons, l.ecture Review By Vera Morrison The Green Years By A. Cronin Hook Review By Patricia Bechtel THE SCROLL

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ovafcaine Blues AVIZ you ever been trappetl in a front of me. Ileyontl I eoultl see a gray tlentist's ehair for an hour? Wlell if you have, I extentl my tleepest sympathy. I walketl into the waiting room, antl notieing that a woman was aheatl ol me, I sat tlown antl trietl to quiet my shat- teretl nerves. I venturetl a smile at her onte but she was iust as tliseouragetl as I tif not more sol. I reatl Iuwl, Petit. Lift!-. Pitt antl Sflffinl from tover to eover, A few min- utes later I was beekonetl into the tleath chamber. I gropetl for the ehair antl when I hatl finally eauriously sefetl my- self, the nurse put a big white bib on me fit looketl more like a tableelothj. 'I'hen the tlentist approaehetll He opened my mouth antl examinetl every bieuspitl antl molar minutely. Then all of a sutltlen he jammetl into mv mouth a pliers, a mirror, Rupp antl Iiow man's .Ianuary supply of cotton, a ten toot elrill, bo.h of his hantls, antl asketl how my sister wasl 'I'here was a large wintlow tlireetly in :-tone building fifteen stories high, one huntlretl .intl sex enty-two wintlows on the XY est sitle teighty-tive with venetian blinils, fortysthree with tlrapes, antl thi remaining forty-four were ltlsl plain ortli nary glassy, sixty-seven tloitors' ollites, fifty-nine law firms. thirty-eight real estate offices antl eight fellow tlentists. 'I'hat's quite aeeuratel In ortler to be relievetl of any amount of pain I asketl for 11f11'fft'.1i11e, 'I'he neetlle jabbetl into my jaw antl I eoultl feel it tome out behintl my left ear. 'I'hen I saw that tlrill again anel it was toming right for me. The noise went through my brain until my thoughts were whirl- ing like the spinalryer on an Ifasy Wlaslir mathine. 'I'hen it was overl My numbetl jaw hatl no sense of feeling, mueh less pain I wen. home unhappily, antl vaguely re- niemheretl that I hail forgotten to tell Dr. XY'ally how my sister was. Doi oiuis RIMfv1I'I,IN '-17 Chem istry T irades Ho hum! It's mitlnight now antl that butltling little seientist is tinally in betl. Mitlnight, you know, is that weirtl hour when the ghosts begin to walk. Hi Hof Qhe's that erazy man who was murtleretl in this house. Niee fellow, too, in spite of the faet that he's heatllessj. I'm a ehemistry book, and boy, is that a life! I'm always up late and out early. Some- times I think that imp is brainless. just listen to what happeneel: She was experimenting up in lab with all sorts of long-nameel things. I know all about them, but she tloesn't. .Wie has te ask me all the tyuestions antl she's oltler than I am. To get on with the story she hatl the zine in one hanel anel the hytlroehlorie aeitl in the other. Ditl she know what to tlo? No! And why! She tlitlna even look at me last night. Sister tolel her to perform an experiment to see what the aeitl antl metal were eomposetl of. Antl what elo you think she tlitl? Pouretl the aeitl on to the zinel It was awfully pretty while it lasteil. 'I'he tire, I mean. Clan you see this burn on my cover! Guess where I got it? In the big tire that burned the school tlown. 'I'he moral of this is: tlon't pour aeitl on zine without looking at your ehemistry book the night before. Ho-hum. Say. you kept me up even later. Ciootl night? I2i,imiuf'rn hIC.lNIIfRNIfY '-I6 THE SCROLL 31