Saint Mary's College - Stage Coach Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Balmy weather and Mrs. Marriott ' s consolation in the form of extraordinary meals help the dreaded week to pass on. A new semester arrives and, with it, new students, all of which are celebrated by a faculty-student basketball game. Sincere sympathy goes to Miss Fishhurne. Was it that her students were too hard on her? Maybe her Latin had been too hard on them. SPRING The trees begin to bud; a few flowers push upwards in the biology garden, and every- body blames the downhill grades on spring fever. The campus is dotted with girls com- muning with Nature and watching State College cars go by. Suddenly blankets are pulled off the closet shelves; stockings are donned instead of socks; and the knitters lay aside spring sweaters and prefer to work in wool. Foiled again. Another warm spell delights the school. Then, to the astonishment of all, the deepest snow of the year comes to cover the crocuses and daffodils. The little store ' 1 ' ' is raided for its tin can tops, which make excellent sleds. The Mus challenge the Sigmas to a snowball tight with Mae West and a companion snow-lady looking calmly on over the front campus. The time from Christmas until Spring Holidays once seemed interminable, but it is rather suddenly over. A glorious time is had by all, and students return refreshed in mind, spirit, and body (new clothes). Easter Sunday means the all-white early service, many Easter carols and the Easter Parade. Some florists at least are not going bankrupt. Tennis takes the place of basketball and volleyball. These tennis fiends ! Up before breakfast, playing till supper, they are incorrigible. But they do obtain enviable suntans. The juniors said their time would come, and here it is. The Junior-Senior Dance is an Event (with a capital letter). The 34- ' 35 figure is impressive even against a background of funny papers. SUMMER Minutes should certainly be five times as long now. How else can everything be done? Time, in the last month of school, is stretched to the breaking point. Picnics, parties, banquets, exams, tennis are all crammed together. Each and every class, organization, and group must have its own celebration. With Jane Snyder as May Queen, and Eliza Lewis as her Maid of Honor, May Day is a lovely success. The seniors sit at their own table, have their mail brought to them each morning, and spend hours over Commencement invitations and graduation preparations. The last week of school brings a maze of speeches and closing affairs that end at last when the Chief Marshall proclaims the end of the session. The tumult and the shouting dies, St. Mary ' s once more sleeps in the quiet of the summer sun. Lazy dreams float around the paths; Dr. Smedes ' ghost conies out of his exile; all is serenely waiting for another year. Sixty-three

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t tyt cfjool Caienbar AUTUMN The old school among her friendly trees has been serenely enjoying her long summer sleep. Now Dr. Smedes 9 ghost is forced from his domain as the halls echo with excited familiar voices and shy new ones. Students try out their schedules and roommates and decide that it is really a good place after all. even if they end up in the gym instead of in biology lah and accuse new roommates of being from Alabama when they are really from Rocky .Mount. Identities are somewhat straightened out {and again confused) at the Old-girl New-girl party — at which the main events are a grand march and food. How two-faced some people are! After receiving an invitation to the effect that one is cordially invited to become a member of the Sigma, or Mu, Athletic Association, and after being welcomed in with loud congratulations and a party — oh, the consequences! Empty waste baskets, they say, look for somebody ' s mail, polish shoes (and white shoes are still being worn), make beds — in fact, do everything but scrub the floor. And the old girls only smile indifferently. Hockey starts soon, however, and the new Sigmas and Mus are as enthusiastic as the old ones when they dash madly up and down the stubbly field. Juniors will be juniors, but they are temporarily witches at the I lallowe ' en party at which they entertain. Such people as they invite! They are. for instance, Mae West, the Blue Eagle, and two Spirits, who have at the tip of their tongues all the misdemeanors of St. Mary ' s students, and they are not backward about telling them. Who got restricted for drinking beer? Who upset her chair at the dinner table, looking at the moon? Who wears red ear-rings perpetually, even in swimming? Oh, and while refreshments are being- served, those take-offs ! Thanksgiving practically steps on Hallowe ' en ' s heels. After church on thai memorable Thursday students disperse into various parties, but almost all of St. Mary ' s winds up at Carolina. After the game, back they come to school for a huge dinner — and what a dinner! Incidentally, food seems to be the dominating thought in life. One knows it from the extra pounds. WINTER Ninet y-five whole days have been marked off the calendars in each student ' s personal method of marking. The time lias rushed by, and it is still rushing. The senior dance flares up. The seniors arc in their e;lory, and the unprivileged avidly ga .e at the fairlyland gym done in silver and blue. Maybe me in a few years, they wistfully murmur. Christmas is coming. When on the last Sunday afternoon the choral evensong service consists of carols and that loveliest of organ pieces, The March of the Three Wise Men. every heart beats in the rhythm of the music. A banquet next arrives — December fourteenth — with turkey and cranberry sauce, fried oysters, rice, green peas, buttered rolls, Lady Baltimore cake and bough! ice cream. olives, pecans, celery, coffee with Cream; it must go down in history. More Christmas festivities are to come, however: the seniors ' pageant is followed by a party in the gym around the great, lighted free There appear a Kitten on the Keys, someone Looking for Shanghai I,i! and dancers who have never been suspected of such talent as they now display. On December sixteenth in the half-lighl of early morning the seniors, holding lighted candles, sing carols to the rest of the school. In a tew hours taxis are hurrying up, girls ire panting under the burden n ' t heavy-laden suitcases, and the front steps of Smedes Hall is the scene of noisy goodbyes. Then it is January, and with it comes, inevitably, the reopening of school. One would think the girls had been separated tor years. Such shouting, such eagerness to tell it all at once, such overflowing of conversation as goes on! Everybody has met somebody who knows somebody else. There are two weeks of steady, old fashioned studying to be done before exams, so that there is little time for homesickness. Alarm clocks ring at queer times; lights go on in the middle of the night. Books, notes, and worried frowns are everywhere in abundance. Rixty-iivo

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uperlatibes Among us there are some who quite surpass The rest — superlatives in their own class. Frances Bradley Chic is the word to fit her style — oli, yes, This Frances knows the subtleties of dress. Anna Brooke Allan Siie can do everything; it seems, with her. As if she never knew what failures were. Sixty-four