Chicora College for Women - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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DIARY CAMPUS Sep I EMBER 14: I don t know why I m keeping you be- cause there isn’t time here at Queens for anything but college activities , but it’s all so fascinating this year that I’ve decided this little book will provide good sales talks for my grandchildren. Well, we’re all here—350 strong. And Eve never seen so many attractive, dignified freshmen—I feel as if I’m insulting them when I ask them if there’s anything I can do . We had short classes today, and it is really fun to see everyone carrying notebooks and pencils again. And Dr. Kratz is a surprise package from Dr. Frazer to every girl here. She’s young, with a grand sense of humor, and a businesslike attitude. All the girls are genuinely fond of her. October 1: The school is wild, the girls are delirious— in short, rushing is over! And were there upsets, sur- prises, and disappointments. The group in the picture there are eagerly scanning their sorority list to see if she” is on it. And from their expressions, She is. I think the freshmen should be congratulated for keeping their heads and wisely attaching themselves to the group of girls with which they are most congenial. Now, maybe normal re- lations will be resumed and we may talk to anyone anytime we please. November 23: Well, votes were counted and the school went wild again. The screams resounded to Park Place, I know. And we have a slender, lovely brunette May Queen, who is not only beautiful, but capable as well. Bettie's beauty seems to come from her unselfish spirit in being of service to other people. She is all that a queen should be. And fo ran her a close second, because she too possesses a quiet dignified beauty and a stately manner. Wonder which lucky junior will be Maid of Honor? I’ve a hunch that Margaret Calder fits into this picture. —By a Senior

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Miss Molly, Put the Kettle On JAWING low, sweet Cha-a-i-ot Comin foah t’ carry me----” Come on in, invited big fat Cindy ceasing her song, as she heard a knock on the kitchen door. Inwardly she muttered, Gawganne agin, I’ll be boun’. Why in de debble cain't dat lowdown niggah stay at home an’ ten’ t’ her own biznes' sum time.” Good evenin’ Cindy,” greeted Georgianne. Why, howdy do, Gawganne. I’s glad you come,” lied Cindy politely. Ain’t you thu washin’ up de sup- pah deeshes yit? Lawd, I bin thu a long time,” whimpered the visitor. What’d you cook good fuh suppah, Cindy?” Aw, nuffin much. Dere’s sum bis- kit puddin in dat pan ober dar on de tabul. Git you sum. I s aimin’ t' put hit up fuh mah dinnah, but no mind, you eat hit. Den come hope me wash up dese deeshes. I s tryin’ t’ git thru an’ git away ’fo’ of Aunt Kansas come. Sunday she say she’s comm’ over heah t' night, an’ ef she ketch me, she sho beg eby rag off n’ my back.” Er lazy heifer,” pronounced Georgianne perilously perching her two hundred and fifty pounds on a small nail keg behind the stove and eating the biscuit pudding. Das de Gawd's truf. She'll sho beg now. Beg off evybody. Duddah day, she wint up t’ Miss Molly, whinin’ roun bout she habin’ bad cold an' axin' Miss Molly gib her little brandy. She make me tared,” finished Georgi- anne with righteous indignation. Men1 you bof, Gawgy,” said Cindy. Is you put up any par’zerves yit, gal? Ah ain't got a bit.” Yas, I has foah haf gallun jairs. l'se been visitin' de tree ebery night t’ git dem when de win’ blows. Das whut I cum by heah fuh t'nite. I’s gwine up to de par tree t'reckly an’ git dis sack full. I thought maybe you’d lack t’ come long an’ git you some too.” Das a good idee,” mused Cindy, ef ah don' hurry, ol’ hawkeye, he’ll beat me to ’em. He’ll be a gatherin’ 'em purty soon, won’ he? Ah’s glad you come by.” Cindy dried the last dish, set the table for breakfast, blew out the smok- ing kitchen lamp, and the two old aunties ambled silently down the path and out of the back gate toward the pear tree. It was dark, and they felt reasonably safe; but Georgianne, knowing Mr. Jones, was always cau- tious. Sh-h,” she whispered, ’’Don’ make no moah noise dan we has to You cain’t nebah tell who mout be listenin’ roun’.” Reaching the pear tree which was about two hundred and fifty yards from the white folks’ house, they felt safe in continuing their conversation. Ain’t de pars nice dis year, Cindy,” observed Georgianne, as they fell busi- ly to work picking up the fallen fruit and putting it into the tow sack. Yas, nicer’n ah’s ebah seed ’em. Ain’t dat air cold t'nite. Hit wouldn’ s’prise me a bit ef hit wuz t’ come a fros disver’ nite.” Um um, sho is. Frosted a little las nite, so Zeke say. Ah ain't seed none myself do. Ah wuz aimin’ t’ go to de feast in de wilderness t’nite ef you hadn' come. Gonna be right cole fur de meetin’ nex week.” Ah’s agittin’ tared,” said Georgi- anne after a while. Le's set down an’ res’ a while, Cindy.” Gawganne, hit’s cause youse gittin so everlastin’ fat, gal. Why ’on’ you order yoself one dem W. T. Cossits fum Sairs an Rarebacks?” Georgianne considered a moment staring at Cindy, Is dey any good?” Yas, Sook say dere’s nuthin' lack 'em. She got hern fum de Watskin man, but you kin order 'em. I seen one in de new catalogue. Sook wouldn’ take nuthin' fuh hern. I’s been aimin' t’ git me one soon ez ah git little money on han’. Da’s how cum me t’ name de baby W. T. So’s ah wouldn’t fergit de name.” Wall, ah say. But you know hit’s de style now t’ call chullen by lettahs anyways. Ah thinks W. T. make a right purty name fuh a chile,” said Georgianne. Just then a shower of pears fell, followed shortly by another and an- other. Lan’ sakes1 I ain’ nebah seed nuffin lack de way dese pars failin’ t’nite, commented Cindy. Falls lack dere mout be a hi’ win’, but dere ain’ scarcely nun ’tall.” Don’ dey now,” exclaimed Georgi- anne. We’s habin luck t’nite. Pars fallin. De Good Lawd on our side case he know we ain’ able t’ dim no tree aft’ em, fat ez we is.” We’s got de sack bout full,” an- nounced Cindy presently. Le’s git along ’fo’ de of fortune tellah ketch us.” As they shouldered the bulging sack, a deep voice that unmistakably be- longed to the one and only Mr. Jones came from up in the tree. It was very good of you all to pick up the pears for me, and if you will come up to the house in the morning, you can peal them for Miss Molly to pre- serve! I’ll tell her to put the kettle on.” MARGARET ANDERSON [14]

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REPORTS” FROM THE VIEWPOINT OF A RAT......... I AM a rat—a real, live Queens-Chicora rat with a tail n’ everything. But never until I came to Queens did I hear of a whole week known as Rat Week”. And such a strange race of rats as this week is in honor of! They resemble human beings in shape, but they wear queer cos- tumes, and do the most astounding things, and act so meek (much meeker than I ever am). This year, Rat Week began October seventh. (I went 'specially to Miss Harrill’s library to find out the date.) Monday morning all the Freshmen wore small green caps, green gloves, and no make-up to class. At all hours of the day I saw them carrying books, cleaning rooms, and open- ing doors for the lordly Sophomores. In the dining room, I hid in Bessie’s apron pocket and watched the '’green'' freshmen eat clumsily with spoons and gloves while cheer- ing the Sophomore class. by Lura Coffey I went over to bacteriology lab after lunch (really, it kept me scurrying around to find out all that was happen- ing) and sat very still behind a test tube to hear the juniors plan to kidnap the Sophomores for their over- bearing attitude toward the little sisters” of the Juniors. Monday night the Rats put on a circus in the gym for the Sophomores’ approval. There was a band, a master of ceremonies, peanut vendors, a tight-rope artist, side-shows, and what-not. The upperclassmen responded with cheers and applause. We mice were on the outside, but we had to leave when we saw Clyde, the night-watchman, coming too. My brother, Squeak-Mouse, who works at the Little Store , told me that the Freshman Rats, chaperoned by the Sophomores, carried pennies in their laundry bags to the store and bought all-day suckers. Tuesday night all the Freshmen were sent to Pi Hall in a state of fear and trembling. One by one they were taken to North and told to crawl up and down the hall, giving the cry of the rat, until they found the rat's delight (a piece of cheese). Needless to say, it was rather an amusing spectacle, especially when I or one of the other mice would eat the cheese before the Freshmen found it—a fact which puzzled even the Sophomores. Thursday night the Sophomores had the Rats present Talent Time” in an effort to help the Freshmen discover more about themselves. After this the Sophomores dropped their lordly attitude and informally entertained the Fresh- men in the hope that friendship and good feeling would be restored. We mice finished the crumbs after the party was over and voted to befriend our namesakes at all times when they are in danger of Homesickness, Hunger, or Failure, the three cats of micedom. [16]