Louise S McGehee School - Spectator Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Thirty-eight THE SPECTATOR building, the air raid shelters, the air raid posters, and the anti-aircraft guns and airplane spotters on tops of buildings. We saw the many new temporary office buildings being erected on the Mall, the huge number of workers leaving the office buildings in shifts so as to help prevent con- gestion for lunch and for the busses, and we saw the empty cases in the Library of Congress and empty spaces on the walls of the National Art Gallery which marked the places of valuable documents and pictures re- moved to unknown places for safety during the war. Only facsimiles of the Declaration of Independence and of the Constitution are being shown in the Library of Congress, while all the Raphaels in the Art Museum have been removed. The whole city of Washington is very war conscious. Why shouldn't it be, for, as one of our speakers said, Washington now is the pulse beat of this whole war . Washington in Wartime is truly a thrilling sight, and we students of the Institute are very grateful for the opportunity we had in visiting our capital at this time. We know that we have had one of the most valuable and unforgettable experiences of our lives. l1.i..iO,1,...--.-. My First Beau One night when the moon was low, I sat on the swing with my very first beau. He held my hand, 'course I held his, too. And it felt just like a shock goin' all the way through. He didn't say a word, but I didn't mind, 'Cause I knew he loved me, and he was mine. We sat so still, as still as a mummy. So not even the moon knew my beau was a dummyl Gloria Ratchfcrd '45. 1-,1,.i-1-O,1i-ii The Gods If one could hear the angels sing a song of earth, If one could hear Sir Satan sing of God, If one could hear a seraph sing of hell, Then one could know the seething turmoil of a tortured mind Hearing the golden pipes of Pan And feeling the balmy breeze from Mount Olympus. -M. MCN. H.

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THE SPECTATOR Thirty-seven many interesting rooms such as the President's Room, and Statuary Hall, and countless works of art which decorate the building. After this, the students separated into State delegations to visit one of the Senators and their representatives from the respective states. We McGehee students visited the offices of Senator Allen I. Ellender and of Congressman Hale Boggs. Two of us went back to the Senate Office Building just before noon and Senator Ellender took us on the private Senators' subway to the floor of the Senate before the opening of the session, and even introduced us to Vice-President Wallace. We appreciated this, for the vice-president is indeed a very busy man. The other students went to attend some of the interesting Committee Meetings of both the Senate and the House. We found most interesting the Truman Committee, meeting in the Caucus Room of the Senate Office Building. Mr. Parish, President of the Standard Oil Company, was testifying about synthetic rubber. All of the students returned to the Senate Chamber for twelve o'clock in order to be present at a session of the United States Senate opened by the Chaplain's prayer, and presided over by Vice-President Wallace. That was indeed a full morning for us. After such interesting morning excursions as this one we had lunch either at one of the Government cafeterias with qovemment workers, or at a hotel. The afternoons were usually spent in sight seeing. One after- noon we visited the shrines of our American heritage: the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, Lee Mansion and the Tomb of the Un- known Soldier in Arlington Cemetery. Tuesday afternoon was one of the biggest highlights of the trip. The whole membership of the Students' Institute was invited to visit the White House and meet Mrs. Roosevelt individually. She received us in the beautiful oval shaped Blue Room. Each of us was impressed by the graciousness with which she received us and shook hands with each one. After this she had one of the guards take us through the White House and show us the State dining-room, the Red Room, the Blue Room, the Green Room and the Hall, showing the locked iron grill door on the stairway leading to the Presidents living quarters, and protected by another armed guard. The events of other afternoons included visiting the spacious estate at Mount Vernon, the lovely building of the Pan-American Union, the National Geographic Building, the Library of Congress, the Folger Shake- speare Museum, the beautiful new National Art Gallery, and the Smith- sonian Institute. Thus we students not only saw the actual workings of a democracy, but we saw many of our democracy's historic shrines. On every hand we saw evidence of our democracy at war. Wash- ington is alert for air raids. We saw the sand and shovels in each public

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THE SPECTATOR Thirty-nine English and American It was Anne's first day in America cmd she and her cousin lane, were upstairs talking. Anne was English, and had always lived in England until -:1 few weeks before when her parents had sent her to her Aunt's for a while, to escape the war. The two girls weren't talking about anything in particular, but now and again the differences between the two countries would arise. Let's go down to the living room for a while, said Iane after a while. To where? asked Anne mystified. To the living room, responded lane. But what and where is the living room? asked Anne, even more mystified than before. Don't tell me you don't know what a living room is? Im sorry, but I'm afraid l don't know what you mean. Well, I suppose the only thing to do is to take you down there. Come on. As they went down the stairs silently each one wondered what was the matter with the other. Anne wished that lane would stop using such queer words, while lane couldn't understand why Anne was so stupid not to know what even a living room was. When they reached the bottom of the steps Anne wandered into a near-by room and exclaimed. What a large drawing-room you have. My large what? asked lane amazed. Your drawing-room. What are you talking about? asked lane, getting annoyed. This is your drawing-room, isn't it? asked Anne, rather worried. You mean this room? Why no, it's our living room. Oh, then this is the room you were talking about upstairs. Sure it is, was the reply. Oh, now l see, said Anne catching on. You call a drawing-room, a living room. How queer! They settled down for a while to play cards and all was peaceful until lane piped up that she was hungry. Come on, she said, let's go get something to eat. How about a coke and some crackers? What are cokes and what on earth do you want crackers for? Cokes are a sort of drink, explained Iane. But what do you want crackers for now? To eat, of course, silly. 11 n ll I: 1: n 1: