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

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. . CAMPUS LIFE Run, girls, or you’ll miss your ride—you didn't hail him down, did you? And old Dobbin looks as if he could call forth spirits with that evil eye. Now, Doc Ninniss, you needn’t look so skeptical—maybe those musicians are telling the truth. And there parks the hope of every Queens girl, the catch in her throat— the mail truck. Eleanor Burris and Charlotte McAden are probably grinning because Ippy pulled a fast one—or because Math is over for the day. But they can't stop there—go right in to chapel, darlings—We see you, Ruth Knee, so don't try to duck around the corner. Dobbin, is that your mouth hanging open—oh well, I suppose you’re bored with all this picture business, anyhow. Why don’t you get your M. A. at Duke? And did you ever see a breeze blowing, or a smile beaming, or a senior class president like Phillips?

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Ruth Grover, ’35, needs no intro- duction to our present student body as she is known to us as our com- petent student secretary. Also, as alumnae secretary, she is meeting and making contacts with many of our former stduents. Clare Hazel, ’35, is now in New York, acting as hostess at one of the Childs. On the side she is posing for the Johnny Powell Modeling Agent. Clare also has an offer to play a minor part in one of the Theatre Guild plays. Mrs. James I. Devereux, ’33, was Miss Susie Wilkie of Forest City be- fore her marriage at the home of Dr. Luther Little in Charlotte on Dec- ember 28, 1934. Miss Ariel McNinch, of Wash- ington, D. C, who attended Queens- Chicora in '32 and transferred to Chevy Chase in ’33, was a recent vis- itor in Charlotte and reported that the Queens-Chicora Alumnae Chapter m Washington is quite active and ad- ding new members each month. Ariel is president of the Washington chap- ter. At present she is with the W. F. Jackson Company, Estimators in Washington. Mr. and Mrs. Francis Holman (Hughla Lee McCollum, ’34) an- nounce the birth of a daughter, Eliza- beth Lee, December 5, 1935, in Sum- ter, S. C. While at Queens, Hughla Lee was President of the Senior Class and active in Kappa Delta Sorority, of which she was a member. Miss Eleanor Hayes, ’35, is now in New York City spending the win- ter, She has a position with Macy’s Department Store in the china de- partment. Announcement has been received here of the marriage of Miss Ruth Kale, ’34, of Belmont, to Mr. J. Lee Dagenhardt in November, 1935. As the Coronet goes to press news is received of the approaching mar- riage of Miss Alva Guy, of Char- lotte, who attended Queens in ’32 and ’33, to Mr. Rives H. King, of Greens- boro. The date of the wedding is De- cember 14. [21]

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• • • AT QUEENS- .....CHICORA Mister, do you feel your importance? That's probably a box of food for Margaret Anderson from Tennessee, and a box of candy for Margaret Land from the boys. Under these letters (how in the world did you get that picture, Hodge?) rests the an- swer to the girls’ increased poundage—the Y” store. Now, if you will pardon that next picture, and make it up to unfinished business— Hodge was evidently thinking of Virginia (that’s not the name of her best friend, freshman). And that’s the science building, where many tremble and others delight. The windows with their eyes shut belong to the biology lab, and the wide-awake ones are the eyes for the postoffice, the math room, and the chemistry lab—if that means anything. Mary Durden, it's no laughing matter—if 9:30 is too early for you to ar- rive fully dressed for class, you’d better change your schedule. How can two people with as much on their minds as Betty and lone look so cheer- ful? Maybe that’s the first stage of hysteria. And listen, sister, you’d do well to stop worrying about catching that class on time— you'll be a nervous wreck in four years. The gals behind you must be sophomores— they’re grinning. Jo, that walk is pretty enough for any one’s queen—get lone to introduce you to a Chinese emperor. There’s Mary Durden, again, and she’s laughing at Dell Souther- land, who’s having her trouble—why don’t you girls get together?