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

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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:

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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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Forty THE SPECTATOR Now, don't tell me you're going to eat crackers 'cause I'm not going to believe you. Well, why on earth wouldn't I eat them? What else do you think they're for if you're not meant to eat them? To pull, of course. I don't mind if you're stupid enough to eat them but I'm certainly not going to, replied the amazed Anne. . I think you're plain cuck-coo not to eat them, but that doesn't worry me as I'm going to eat them all the same. By this time they had reached the kitchen and lane produced the cokes and so-called crackers and started eating them. Anne asked, May I have a few, please? A few whats? asked lane. Biscuits, please. What do you want now? Just a few biscuits, please, but if you don't want me to have any, that's all right, replied the amazed Anne, wondering why her cousin could have as many as she wanted while she couldn't have any. I don't see why you can have them and I can't, she went on. Are you by any chance talking of these crackers? If you call those biscuits you are eating crackers, that's what I want, if you please. lane handed her a few in answer to her begging. Thank you, said Anne, it really is rather awkward that English and American have the same words that mean different things, isn't it? Yes, but it sure will be swell when we can both understand each other, replied her American cousin. Io Rogers '45 .11-1? Stop! When I behold the step of this fast age Increase in strength and speed with each new stride, And every new invention turn the page To faster wheels on which the World may ride, When I behold Man, thought possessed of power, A slave to petty minutes, hours, and days, And greedy steel in myriad forms devour This precious time, and in a hundred ways Crush down the slow and easy pace, soon' gone Since wheels, and rails, and buttons make time go Eternally faster, faster, faster on, I hesitate a while, and then I know This whirling earth will soon leave Man behind, A ' ' ' ' . , victim to the power of his mind Anne Iohnston 43.