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Vol. XXII Pennsylvania College for Women, Pittsburgh, Pa., October 14, 1942 No. 1 

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October 14, 1942 


Pennsylvania College for Women 

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Editorial Staff 

Editor Ann McCIymonds '44 

Business Manager Virginia Hendryx '43 

News Editor Marian Lambie '43 

Assistant News Editor. . . . : Evelyn Glick '44 

Feature Editor Margaret Anderson '43 

Sports Editor Janet Ross '43 

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ence Ostien '46, Marion Staples '46, Joyce Aiken '46, Marjorie Couch 
'46, Martha Yorkm "46. Nancy Raup '44. Caria Gregson '45. Jane 
McPherson '46, Harriet Hoffman '46, Virginia Uber '46. Joan Davies 
'46, Marion Updegraff '45. Jean Thomas '46, Nancy Davidson '46, 
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Landis '44, Marian Leach '46. 

Business Staff 

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Caloyer '46, Lucille Cummins '43, Jeanne de Haven '43, Elma Em- 
minger '45, Rebecca Fellows '45, Dorothy Firth '45, Virginia Gilles- 
pie '43, Helen Gilmore '46, Alice Hanna '45, Martha Hutchison '44, 
Lou Ann Isham '46, Miles Janouch '43, Kelly Jones '44, Martha Mc- 
Fall '45, Ruth Mendelson '46, Helen Robinson '45, Cynthia Ann Say 
'46, June Sineive '46, Sally Smith '46, Justine Swan '44, Martha 
Truxal '43, Marjorie Wayne '46, Ruth Weigel '46, Sa'ra Villing '46, 
Louise Yeiser '44. 

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Nancy Showalter, Phyllis Tross, Betsy Kinney. 


The staff listed above is only temporary: permanent appoint- 
ments will be announced later. 

Share the War 

Speakers at the Women and the War Forum had much 
to say about the role of non-combatants in today's war, 
and much advice to give about the importance of the 
home front. College students, girls especially, occupy an 
unusual place in a nation at war: they are in work that 
is definitely non-essential, they have no families of their 
own upon which they can practice the newest principles 
of nutrition . . . and yet people are constantly telling 
them that they are important and that they are necessary 
and that they are builders of the future. The last state- 
ment is true: upon them and those who survive the war 
will fall an immense burden. But the core of the im- 
portance of the college woman is that she can share the 

How? First of all, by cooperating with the govern- 
ment in its requests for her to limit travel, telephone 
calls, and wasteful luxuries. She can give up a week-end 

here and an hour's phone chat there, and learn to wave 
her hair without going to bed with metal curlers a-bristle 
on her head. 

Secondly, she can buy War Stamps . . . not just to 
have a half-empty book lying in her drawer to give her 
that Patriotic Glow, but to pay her own way in America. 

Third, she can do her best to give a "lift" to the 
morale of the Boys with V-Mail, inexpensive packages 
to the strange but lonely boys in the Arctic as well as her 
special pride at home. 

Fourth, she can be cheerful, and smile without having 
a trace of that Martyred Look when His leave is can- 
celled or her father called to the army or her order for a 
new formal called off because of the boost in taxes. 

Last, she can stick to the job she has, whether or not 
she really believes what everyone says about it being 
Important. After the war women riveters will be a dol- 
lar a hundred, but the woman with an Education will be 
the leader, the helper, the Hope of the nation. 

Freshmen : 

It's suddenly struck us that perhaps your orientation 
means more to us, the upperclassmen, than to you-. 

For you, it's all brand new. You're meeting lots of 
new people, exploring new places, living through new 
kinds of experiences and events. You're learning what 
it means to be PCW girls. 

But we've done it before. We've attended these events, 
we know just what they mean. The Sophomores were 
introduced to PCW only last year, while the Juniors and 
Seniors have helped initiate other classes. 

And by its very repetition, the whole process becomes 
familiar, friendly. It's the way our school year opens. A 
part of the PCW tradition. And we live again our first 
few weeks, through helping you. 

For you're the vital part of these first few days. As 
iVIrs. Charles H. Spencer said, without you there would be 
no Matriculation Day, none of the "Get-Acquainted" ac- 
tivities. You're the core of all that's going on. 

And so, we want to help you when you need us. Help 
you to become, as quickly as possible an integral part 
of PCW. Anything we can do to make these first be- 
wildering days easier, we're glad to do. It makes us 
feel closer to you, and to PCW. 

So call on us, won't you? Really, you'll be doing US 
the favor. 

It's Wonderful 

To see the campus spotted with the first-fallen leaves 
of autumn ... to look at the Freshmen, with new ideals 
and the greatest of possibilities, and know that they are 
the kind who will both preserve and build campus tra- 
ditions ... to discover one by one the things that have 
been added and improved during the summer ... to sit 
and "coke" and gab with the old bunch ... to gossip 
about the "rings and things" acquired by 'most every- 
one ... to see that in spite of war and rationing and 
priorities and trouble, the College still stands serene and 
sturdy and much the same . . . to be back at school. 

October 14, 1942 


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A number of changes have been 
made in the PCW faculty. Librarian 
McCarty retired last fall; her place 
has been taken by Mrs. Alice Han- 
sen, who received her A. B. at Vas- 
sar and Master of Education at Har- 
vard, and has done library work at 
Columbia. Mrs. Hansen has been 
Head Librarian at Slippery Rock 
State Teacher's College since 1928. 

Miss Vanda Kerst, head of the 
Speech Department, also retired last 
fall. Dr. Robb has been appoint- 
ed to this position. New member of 
the Speech Department is Dr. Arnold, 
who received his B. S. at Sioux Falls 
College, and his M. A. and Ph. D. at 
the University of Iowa. Dr. Arnold 
taught last year at Akron University. 

Nurse Katherine Harrison has re- 
signed, to return to England, because 
of illness in her family, (see page 7). 
Miss Dorothy MulhoUand, who re- 
ceived her R. N. at St. Elizabeth His- 
pital, Granite City, Illinois, comes to 
PCW from the West Penn Hospital. 

Former recorder Mary Ida McFar- 
land is now Mrs. Shannon of New 
York City. Miss Joan Myers, who 
received her B. A. degree Irom PCW 
last June, now has this position. 

Miss Howell, Assistant Treasurer, 
has resigned to take a position with 
Ohio University, nearer her home, 
and Miss Gunderman has been ap- 
pointed to this position. A newcom- 
er to PCW is Mrs. Mary K. Brecht, 
who received her B. S. at University 
if Pittsburgh, did graduate work at 
Universities of Michigan and Pitts- 
burgh, and is now instructor in sec- 
retarial studies. Mrs. Brecht has 
been at Business Training College for 
the last four years. Miss Miller, PCW 
Accountant is still ill. Miss Lillian 
McFe'tridge, who received her B. A. 
at PCW in '38 is filling this post. 

Field Secretary Josephine Camp- 
bell has been commissioned an en- 
sign in the WAVES, returned to 
Pittsburgh last week-end. Secre- 
tary to the President, SaUy Ander- 
son, PCW '37, has left PCW to be- 
come secretary to Judge Trimble and 
Mitchell at Orphans' Court. 

From the Biology Department, both 
Mrs. Martin and Mrs. Doutt have 
leaves of absence. New faculty mem- 
bers is Miss Cecilia Busch, who re- 
ceived her B. A. and M. A. at Pitt. 
She has taught at the Pittsburgh 
Academy and at Duquesne Univer- 


Mr. Slickly is working at Mellon 
Institute, and Mrs. Jean Wallace 
Bishop, B. A., Cornell, graduate 
work at University of Michigan, is 
doing some if his work. 

Joan Dodds, who worked on the 
Pure Research Fellowship, is re- 
placed by Katherine Arnold, PCW 
'38. Eleanor Gangloff, who worl-ced 
on the Westinghouse Fellowship is 
replaced by Ruth Notz, PCW '42. 
Julia Beck is now Dr. Kinder's sec- 
retary, taking the place of Mary 
Jane Daley. 

New Alumnae Secretary, succeed- 
ing Peggy Perry, is Cora Ingham 
Baldwin, PCW '32. Allison Croft, 
PCW '42 is working in the front of- 


With priorities forcing them into 
submission, PCWites called a halt to 
the annual Mountain Day picnic usu- 
ally held at North Park. And so the 
mountain came to PCW on Saturday, 
October 3 — for Mohamet Day. Fair 
weather and fine food worked to- 
gether to make it one of the most 
successful picnics yet to be given. 

The afternoon started off with food, 
and what food! Hot dogs, hamburg- 
ers, vegetable salad, spaghetti, and 
Miss Bair's extra-special chocolate 
cake were responsible for the peace- 
ful lull that came over picnickers for 
the first part of the afternoon. 
Commando Tactics 

A commando obstacle race was the 
first event in the sports line, was fol- 
lowed by the annual Faculty-Student 
mushball game, from which the stu- 
dents emerged grinning triumphantly 
with a 26 to 6 score. 

Students also proved to be far su- 
perior to faculty members when it 
came to taking their nutrition in a 
hurry. Jane Evans, Betty Brown, 
Louise Flood, and Joan Davies rep- 
resented the students in the milk- 
drinking relay race. Dean Marks, 
Miss Robb, Miss Lasky, and Miss 
Graham were the members of the de- 
feated faculty team. 

With all the outdoor events com- 
pleted and the Faculty thoroughly 
trounced on all sides, the group de- 
parted for AMH. Some students swam 
while the Faculty succeeded in de- 
feating another group at bowling. 
Mohamet Day ended with the sing- 
ing of the Alma Mater, proved that 
"PCW is the best place for a picnic, 
after all!" 


First event of the year sponsored 
by the Activities Council will be a 
Circus to be held the evening of Oc- 
tober 28th, Activities Chairman Jane 
Evans announces. General Chairman 
of the Circus will be Jean Archer. 

The Food Concession, under the 
management of the Glee Club with 
Nancy Stauffer (Glee Club President) 
as Chairman, will open promptly at 
7:00 in the cafeteria, to benefit hun- 
gry Day Students not going home be- 
fore the event. Hotdogs, pink lem- 
onade, candied apples, peanuts and 
popcorn will be sold. 

Each class and the faculty will pre- 
sent a side show, (small fee for ad- 
mission). Class Presidents will act 
as Chairmen, Patty Leonard acting 
in this capacity for the Freshmen, 
Dr. Piel for the Faculty. Dr. Robb 
has offered her aid in costuming, 
helping all groups. Side shows will 
be in the Speech Lab (Sophomores 
and Faculty), Den (Freshmen), and 
Gymnasium (Seniors and Juniors). A 
prize will be awarded the most clev- 
er group. Hood and Tassel, Mu Sig- 
ma, YW, and AA will sponsor various 

Clever Lorraine Wolf is in charge 
of the Big Top, to be located in the 
Chapel. Louise Wallace and Justine 
Swan will plan its decorations. En- 
tertainment will be complete with 
clowns and a circus band, provided 
by Pauline Basenko. 

Friends, family, neighbors and 
dates are cordially invited. Dancing 
will follow the Big Top performance. 

Matriculation Day 

Matriculation Day exercises were 
held Monday, September 28, at 11:30 
in the chapel. Speakers were: Mrs. 
Charles H. Spencer of the Board of 
Trustees; Mary Shane Muir, Alumnae 
Association President; Jane Fitzpat- 
rick, president of the Student Gov- 
ernment Association; Amy McKay, 
president of YWCA; Janet Ross, pres- 
ident of the Athletic Association; and 
Dean Marks, who welcomed the new 
faculty as well as the new students. 
President Spencer gave an address. 

Dean Marks announced names of 
the present Juniors who were award- 
ed Sophomore Honors. They were: 
Gladys Bistline, Mary Elizabeth 
Brown, Aida de Bellis, Evelyn Glicfc, 
Betty Johnescu, Phyllis Jones, Ann 
McClyminds, Sally Meaner, Nancy 
Raup, and Nancy Stauffer. 

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October 14, 1942 



1942-43 PCW dance program will 
start on its way Saturday evening, 
October 17, when YWCA will sponsor 
its annual fall dance for all Big and 
Little Sisters and their dates. Dance 
will begin at 9 o'cloclv; music is to be 
provided by a local orchestra. 

Senior June Hunlier, Chairman of 
the dance, has on her committee Mar- 
garet Browne, Carolyn Cosel, Evelyn 
Glick, Elizabeth Maroney, and Anna 
Thomas. These girls are busy making 
plans to convert the chapel into a 
colorful dance hall with crepe paper 
decorations, other novelties. Theme of 
the dance will center around the idea 
of the unity of the four classes. 

A special system for recording the 
dances will be introduced by the 
committee; they urge you to trade 
dances with your friends. 

Tickets, on sale for $1.65, including 
tax, cover the admission of Big and 
Little Sisters and their escorts. The 
charge for a single couple is $1.00. 
Any girl who signed up for a Little 
Sister but did not get one is invited 
to attend. 

Freshman Training 

Freshmen and transfer students 
are always anxious to learn the tra- 
ditions, the songs, the ins-and-outs, 
of their new alma-mater. To help 
freshmen get acquainted, Freshman 
Advisor Patty Leonard, is leading 
discussions every Wednesday after- 
noon at 1:30 in the chapel, covering 
a period of five weeks. Besides Pat- 
ty's helpful hints, SGA President 
Jane Fitzpatrick and YWCA Presi- 
dent Amy McKay are scheduled to 
give brief introductions to their re- 
spective organizations. Dorcas Lei- 
bold and Marion Cohen are aiding in 
the teaching of tlie favorite songs and 
Mary Schweppe, newly elected Hon- 
or Chairman (see page 7), will ex- 
plain the function of the Honor Com- 
mittee. This training will be cul- 
minated by a brief examination on 
Wednesday, October 21, and Color 
Day with its gala song festival the 
following day. 

Besides the help of these weekly 
meetings the new PCWites have their 
Big Sisters and student-counsellors. 
Each counsellor has approximately 
ten girls under her wing. Senior 
ciunsellors: Marian Rowell, Mar- 
ian Teichman, Phyllis Tross, Jean 
bara Caldwell, Portia Geyer, Betty 
Wyre; Juniors: Betty Brown, Bar- 
Johnescu, Nancy StaufEer. 

Open House 

First dance of the dormitory social 
season, the annual Dormitory Open 
House, was held on Friday evening, 
October 9 from 8:00 to 12:00. Theme 
of the dance was "Priorities" and 
decorations were in keeping with 
that idea. Posters depicting con- 
servation of tires, silk stockings, and 
sugar set the keynote. Music was 
furnished by a "juke box." Purpose 
of the Open House was to give the 
new students a chance to become bet- 
ter acquainted. Boys from Pitt, Tech, 
W & J, Shadyside, Kiski, various 
clubs and several men in uniform 
were invited. The Open House fol- 
lowed a new pattern this year so 
that each girl could meet more peo- 
ple than was possible in former years. 
Refreshments of punch and dough- 
nuts were served during the evening. 

Chairmen Jean Sweet and Nina 
Maley had on their committee Ann 
Richardson, Marion Monks, Peggy 
Chantler, Barbara Steele, and Kelly 

Chaperons of the dance were Miss 
Marks, Miss Bair, Mrs. Benn and 
Mrs. Gilmore. 

Faculty Reception 

The Faculty Reception was held 
Monday evening, September twenty- 
eighth, in Andrew Mellon Hall, to 
welcome all new PCW students. In 
the receiving line were Dr. and Mrs. 
Spencer, Miss Marks, Mrs. Watkins, 
Miss Anderson. Punch and cookies 
were served in the dining-riom by 
Mrs. Benn. Helen Witte, a freshman, 
accompanied by Marian Cohen, the 
school pianist, played several vio- 
lin secetions. 

The reception, an annual college 
affair, lasted from eight until ten p. 
m. It is given to provide an oppor- 
tunity for the teachers and new stu- 
dents, who are introduced by their 
"big sisters," to become acquainted. 


On October 8 Carnegie Institute 
inaugurated three exhibitions to 
mark Founder's Day, 1942. The 
shows are: American Rooms in Min- 
iature, by Mrs. James Ward Thorne; 
Paintings by Western Pennsylvania 
Artists, presented to the Pittsburgh 
Public Schools by the One Hundred 
Friends of Pittsburgh Art; and Etch- 
ings by Jean Louis Forain. 


On Thursday, October 22, the Yel- 
low and White colors left by the 
Class of '42 will be presented to the 
Class of '46 by Peggy Donaldson^ 
President of the Junior Class. Pre- 
sentation will be made to the tem- 
porary chairman of the Freshman 
Class who, at this time, will accept 
for her class the responsibility and 
honor of carrying forth the ideals 
and hopes for which the colors stand. 
Under the guidance of Patty Lenoard,, 
Junior Advisor, and the Freshmen 
Counsellors, the Freshmen are now 
prepared to be recognized formally 
as the Class of '46. 

Another highlight of Color Day is 
the traditional and long anticipated 
song contest. Freshmen, Sopoho- 
mores, Juniors and Seniors will com- 
pete for the prize for best songs. Each 
class will draw for order and sing 
two original songs, to one of which 
both words and music are original 
and the other just the words. To 
compliment the Freshman Class, the 
Juniors will sing a third song. Judges 
v/ill choose the winning songs of the 
contest on words, music, adaptabil- 
ity to school singing, and perform- 


Every year Miss Marks and Dr. 
and Mrs. Spencer give a tea for the 
transfers in the home of the Spencers. 
This year the tea is to be held on 
Tuesday, October 13, from two until 
five. The transfers are thirteen in 
number and come from twelve dif- 
ferent colleges. Also invited are the 
advisors of the Student Government 
Board, and the YWCA Cabinet, AA 
Board, Activities Council, House 
Board, the Arrow editir, Hood and 
Tassel members, college song leader 
and pianist, and all class officers. The 
faculty sponsors for each organiza- 
tion will also be present. Sopho- 
mores will be asked to aide at the 
tea, whch is held to help the transfer 
students become better acquainted 
with PCW life and students. 

Alumnae Homecoming 

On October 17, PCW Alumnae will 
celebrate a Home Coming on campus. 
Business meeting is called for 1:30. 
Dessert and coffee will be served. 
Alumnae are invited to walk through 
the campus, revisit well-loved spots, 
get acquainted with campus changes. 

October 14, 1942 


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Dr. George Arthur Buttrick spoke 
on Monday, October 5th, in the first 
of a series of chapel programs fea- 
turing nationally known speakers. 
Using prayer as his theme, he gave 
an unusual and inspiring message. 
This was not Dr. Buttrick's first 
visit to PCW for he has addi-essed the 
student body on several occasions, 
has also been a commencement speak- 
er. He is the pastor of the Madison 
Avenue Presbyterian Church, New 
York City, the author of "The Para- 
bles of Jesus" and many religious 

On October 26th, Dr. Glyndon Van 
Deusen, noted historian and author, 
v/ill speak in chapel on "America and 
the World of Tomorrow." Dr. Van 
Deusen is professor of history at tlie 
University of Rochester, Rochester, 
New York. 

Bond Rally 

Monday morning, October 12, about 
fifteen PCWites participated in a 
bike parade and Bond Rally, spon- 
sored by the Women's Organizations 
of Pittsburgh. Starting in the North 
Side, and going a mile and a half, the 
parade terminated at the William 
Penn Hotel. Senior Class President 
Rowell, Junior Class President Don- 
aldson walked the distance, with the 
general staff. 

Girls wore slogans, announcing 
PCW's theme, Conservation: riding 
bikes rather than driving cars. Chair- 
maning the event was Jean Wyre, 
with the assistance of Dr. Robb. Pat- 
ty Smith provided a truck, solved the 
problem of transporting the bicycles. 


Sunday evening, September 27, at 
6:30 P. M., Reverend Stilhnan Allen 
Foster spoke at the first Vesper Serv- 
ice of the college year, held in Berry 
Hall Chapel. After the opening 
hymn, Martha McFall sang the lovely 
"Lord's Prayer," accompanied by Mr. 
Collins at the organ. After an intro- 
duction by Dr. Spencer, Mr. Foster 
extended an invitation to PCW girls 
to come to his church, the Third Pres- 
byterian, and to make it their church 
home. His main address showed the 
need of seeking truth in this world 
of ours and reminded the girls of this 
college that they would be charting 
the course of the world when the 
present war is finally over. 

Alumnae Tea 

A garden tea for Freshmen was 
given by the Alumnae Board on the 
terrace of Mellon Hall, Saturday, 
September 12. In the receiving line 
were Mrs. Mary Muir, President of 
the Alumnae Association; Miss Isa- 
belle Epley, Vice President, and 
Dean Marks. Over half the Fresh- 
man class attended. Miss Helen 
Marie Parkinson, of Harrisburg, came 
the greatest distance to be present. 
Members of the class of '42 took the 
Freshmen on a tour of Mellon Hall. 
They then returned to the terrace for 
punch and cookies. Girls of '42 aid- 
ing the Alumnae Board were EUen 
Copeland, Alison Croft, Julia Whel- 
don, Anna Betty Saylor, Alice Mc- 
Kain, Barbara Maerker, Peggy Ma- 
theny, Jane Chantler, Grace Mary 
Horton, Margaret Graham, Helen 
Shelkopf and Joan Myers. 

Get-Acquainted Party 

Hickville Grange became the tem- 
porary location of PCW campus on 
September 24 when, invited to a barn 
dance by YW, students traveled there 
en masse. Clad in blue jeans and 
hats (straw for men, poke bonnets 
for ladies), about two hundred girls 
skipped and bowed and twirled in 
grand old-fashioned "hicktown" 
style. Square dancing figures were 
called in the traditional form, but 
with the aid of a microphone which 
was of little avail over the noise of 

Dancers furnished their own music, 
accompanied only by a piano, and 
many a lass went home whistling 
"The Little Brown Jug," the even- 
ing's favorite tune, which of course 
might have referred to the cider jug, 
which was sompletely emptied even 
before the pile of doughnuts had dis- 





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this month as secretary of the V/est- 
ern Pennsylvania Division of the 
Athletic Federation of College Wom- 
en. Under Mary Alice Dee, pres- 
ident of the division, the convention 
will meet at PCW October twenty- 
second through the twenty-fourth. 
Thirteen colleges will be represented 
to act as an exchange board and 
tlie group is expected to number 
about thirty. How to get girls out 
for Play Day and the latest methods 
of presentation will be discussed by 
Miss B. C. Parker, Supervisor of 
Health and Physical Education in Mt. 
Lebanon, the featured speaker. 

Conservation Committee 

PCW's Conservation Committee 
will again sponsor the sale of War 
Stamps, begun so well last year. 

Asked by the County Defense 
Council for a survey of all regular 
commuting, the Conservation Com- 
mittee will soon investigate PCW 
transportation to determine the ef- 
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October 14, 1942 



Well-attended by PCW faculty and 
students was the forum on Women 
and the War, sponsored by PCW with 
the participation of Women's Organ- 
izations of Allegheny County. Held 
on October 1 and 2 at the Soldiers' 
and Sailors' Memorial Hall in Oak- 
land, the forum featured prominent 
speal^ers representing industry, 
science, medicine, civilian defense, 
and the American home in wartime. 

Dr. Spencer presided on the morn- 
ing of Thursday, October 1, when the 
forum was opened with an invocation 
by Dr. Solomon B. Freehof, the sing- 
ing of the Star Spangled Banner, and 
the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag. 
Sara M. Soflel, Judge of the Com- 
mon Pleas Court of Allegheny Coun- 
ty, gave the opening address on Wo- 
men and the War. Dr. Spencer spoke 
about the training of women in 
science and engineering, and Kath- 
arine Lenroot, of the Children's Bu- 
reau of the U. S. Department of La- 
bor, discussed the problems of chil- 
dren in a democracy at war. Phillip 
Murray, president of the CIO, was 
unable to be present to speak, and his 
place was taken by David McDonald 
of the United States Steel Corpora- 
Home Front 

A symposium dealing with shaping 
victory on the home front was pre- 
sided over on Thursday afternoon by 
Irene McDermott, Senior Supervisor 
of Home Economics in the Pittsburgh 
Public Schools. Dr. E. W .Jacobson, 
Dean of the School of Education of 
the University of Pittsburgh, opened 
the discussion and introduced Dr. 
Muriel Brown, connected with the 
Department of Labor and a staff 
member of the U. S. Office of Educa- 
tion. She spoke informally and spe- 
cifically about family planning for 
sacrifice and service, and discussed 
what the Allied war objectives mean 
to the American home: strict conser- 
vation, limitation of private luxuries, 
improvement of health, aiding of ci- 
vilian defense, and united family 
planning. She advised her audience 
to get rid of mental scrap: the idea 
that we can't be defeated, the notion 
that children can't help in the war 
effort, and the conviction that pain 
and suffering are to avoided at all 

Dr. Lydia J. Roberts, head of the 
Department of Home Economcs at the 
University of Chicago, discussed nu- 
trition and its relation to the war. 
She divided her subject into three 
major aspects: nutrition of the armed 

forces, nutrition of industrial work- 
ers, and nutrition of civilians. 

Salvage was the subject of a talk 
given by Mrs. Samuel A. Schreiner, 
and thoughtful use of the telephone 
was discussed by Louis S. Will. 
Role of Educated Women 

The theme of the Thursday evening 
symposium was The Educated Wo- 
man in Wartime; it was presided over 
by Mrs. John M. Phillips, a member 
of the Pittsburgh Board of Public 
Education. Speakers were Dr. Fran- 
cis B. Haas, The Reverend Thomas 
Quigley, and Dr. Gill Robb Wilson. 
Dr. Henry H. Hlil, newly appointed 
Superintendent of Pittsburgh Public 
Schools, gave an address on the role 
of the educated woman in wartime. 
Children of War 

On Friday morning, Mrs. William 
H. Connell, Jr., introduced Dr. Sidonie 
Gruenberg and Dr. Joseph Miller, 
who discussed the child in wartime. 
Dr. Lillian M. Gilbreth, of the New- 
ark College of Engineering and a 
member of the National Board of the 
Girl Scouts of America, gave an in- 
teresting lecture on Women in To- 
day's War. 
Civilian Defense 

The forum closed with two sessions 
on civilian defense and the role of 
the nurses in wartime; Mr. Ross Lef- 
fler, Chairman of the Allegheny 
County Council of Defense, and Ruth 
Perltins Juehn, Dean of the School of 
Nursing of the University of Pitts- 
burgh, presided. 

The forum as a whole served to 
clarify the position of women today 
and instruct them as to how they can 
best help win the war. Concensus was 
that women can best serve by contin- 
uing in their present jobs, but learn- 
ing to perform their tasks better and 
to direct their energies toward the 
achievement of complete victory. 


A Defense Committee on Morale 
has been organized as a source of 
information for the students on cam- 
pus. Activities of the committee at 
present are two fold: to provide 
speakers at various programs 
throughout the year, each speaker an 
authority in his field, and to main- 
tain a special library shelf with ap- 
propriate books. 

The plan for a War Seminar, to 
meet for two hours every two weeks 
to hear reports and general discus- 
sion, was submitted by the commit- 
tee to the student body. As yet the 
requirement of fifteen students taking 
the course for credit has not been 


On Sunday evening, October 18, 
the United Fund will present a 
pageant at Forbes Field. The United 
Fund includes all of the relief or- 
ganizations, such as the Community 
Fund, the War Relief Funds, and 
foreign relief funds. Four and a 
half million dollars is the sum which 
it is hoped will be raised through this 

Most of the Pittsburgh schools and 
all of the dramatic organizations, 
cliurches, and relief societies will be 
represented among the several thou- 
sands of people taking part. PCW 
is preparing two scenes for the pro- 
logue; students will take part in some 
of the pageant scenes. 

The Four Freedoms set forth in the 
Atlantic Charter will be depicted in 
the prologue. One of the scenes in 
the pageant is a Polish wedding, at 
which PCW Freshmen will act as the 
guests and bring gifts to the couple. 
A polka will be the climax of the 
scene. Francesca Hilbish is chair- 
man of PCW's part. 

Upperclassmen will take part in 
the Dutch Tulip Garden scene, which 
depicts how a Dutch tulip field was 
plowed to direct planes to a German 
airplane factory. Claire Horowitz is 

Carolyn Cosel heads an American 
Wedding scene, in which Frances 
Pollick will play the part of the 

Miss Genevieve Jones is planning 
the dances tor the pageant; several 
members of the Modern Dance Group 
have been asked to dance with her. 
Scenes symbolic of Pittsburgh and its 
many industries will be portrayed by 
the group, which will also participate 
in the American Wedding scene. 

Defense Council 

At the first meeting of the PCW 
Defense Council on October 7, 
Chairman Montgomery announced 
some of the names of faculty and 
student Council members for this 

Dr. Andrew, of the Psychology De- 
partment, will act as chairman of 
the Conservation Committee during 
the absence of last year's chairman 
Dr. Martin, and will be assisted by 
Jean Rigaumont. Miss Walker chair- 
mans the Morale Committee, and 
Mrs. Owens and Eveljm Fulton head 
the War Relief Committee. The 
Recreation Committee is under the 
(Continued on page 9) 

October 14, 1942 


Page Seven 



To PCW tampus this fall came 
girls from many parts of the world. 
By now they are all settled in the 
routine of college life — but there is 
still a far off look in their eyes and 
they are more than ready to tell 
some of their adventures. 
Sue From Trinidad 

From far off Trinidaa, Spain, came 
dark, jolly Sue Funk. Although Sue's 
present home is in our own Holidays- 
bui'g. Pa., she can still recall with 
excitemeni; in her eyes her adven- 
tures while living in Trinidad. 

To the natives of that country. Sue 
and her family were "crazy Amer- 
icans" because they v/ent out during 
the heat of the day and stayed in at 
night. This is not the custom in 
Spain for the days are hot and dry 
and the evenings long and cool. 

During their brief year and a half 
stay in Trinidad the Funks called 
home a lovely new place built for 
them at Port au Spain. Sue's school 
days were postponed during this in- 
terval, because Trinidad's schools 
are two in number — a school in trop- 
ical agriculture and one equivalent 
to our high schools. 

For the past few years the Funks 
have lived on the campus . of High- 
land Hall in Holidaysburg. It's 
home to Sue, but Trinidad still means 
Journey Woman 

Born in Sicily, reared for five years 
in Lsington, China, was charming 
Lucy Borsey. Lucy s first home was 
in Catania, Sicily, then China and for 
many years. After that she lived in 
Genoa, Italy. Blonde Lucy has 
traveled through Japan, Hawaii, 
France, Spain and Singapore. 

They're interesting countries — all 
of them, according to Lucy, but she 
will take the United States any day. 

From Shanghai, China and other 
cities of great renown comes Sybil 
Heimenn to our campus. Sybil tells 
her own story of adventure — see page 

Sector TFarden 

Dr. Wallace has been appointed 
Sector Air Raid Warden of sector 4, 
zone 7, in Pittsburgh and PCW has 
become post 4 of sector 4. Ten posts 
make up each sector and there are 
eight sectors in a zone. Zone 7 in- 
cludes 46,000 people. All thee air 
raid officials, post, sector, and zone 
warden, have their headquarters here 
at PCW in room 7. 

Miss Harrison 

Duty to her family in England was 
the cause of the sudden departure of 
Miss Harrison, PCW nurse for thir- 
teen years. Despite the fact that 
Miss Harrison felt pangs of regret at 
the thought of leaving "the college 
on the hill," she also had a feeling of 
expectation and excitement. Nurse 
Harrison, expecting to sail from Bos- 
ton, was unable to divulge the date. 
She was able to disclose that she is 
being permitted to take just three 
pieces of luggage, a steamer trunk 
and two bags. 

The student body presented Miss 
Harrison with a wallet containing 
twelve dollars and sixty cents. Fac- 
ulty's gift was a black purse. (See 
page 8). PCWites will all miss her 
but realize that she will be doing her 
best for England, just as she did for 

Nina Maley 

In SGA meeting on October 8, 
Nina Maley was unanimously elected 
Chairman of the Permanent Nom- 
inating Committee. Blonde, slim 
Senior Maley has been active in 
numerous organizations at PCW; she 
was Sophomore Member of Student 
Government Board, secretary of AA, 
and chairman of the Tea Dance the 
day after last year's Junior Prom. A 
member of Hood and Tassel and sec- 
retary of the Defense Council, she is 
now finding time to act as co-chair- 
man of the Dormitory Open House 
Dance. Her picture on the cover of 
the "Pitt Panther" attracted much 
attention last year; she wears the 
Kappa Sig pin of Pitt graduate Bob 

Nina is frank, impartial; will serve 
well in her new position. 


Thirteen Transfers, representing 
twelve colleges, enrolled at PCW this 
fall. Nine are Juniors: Jean Burn- 
side, William and Mary; Betty Bush, 
Miami University; Jeanne De Haven, 
Allegheny; Barbara Findley, Wells; 
Jeanne Goodwin, Bethany; Betsy 
Meader University of Minnesota; 
Cynthianne Say, Western College; 
Lucy Ann Isham, Cincinnati Con- 
servatory of Music and Westminster; 
Dorothy Jane Nelson, William and 
Mary. Four Sophomores complete 
the list: Barbara Bollinger, Mary 
Baldwin; Marjorie Ruppelt, Denni- 
son; Sally Landis, Oberlin; and Ruth 
Mendelson, University of Michigan. 


Newly elected Honor Committee 
Chairman, red-headed Mary 
Schweppe, dislikes talking about her- 
self, only gives out mere hints about 
her personal life. 

In common with other PCW girls, 
Mary rushes for-, the morning paper 
to read "Terry and the Pirates" and 
"Little Orphan Annie." Off-campus, 
her eyes are on a man in the serv- 
ice. In this case, his name is Paul — 
he's a cadet in the Navy Air Force 
and is partially responsible for 
Mary's failure to ansv/er questions 
coherently, since he was in Pitts- 
burgh last week. 

Mary has two great ambitions: to 
become a capable secretary and to 
break 100 in golf. The first one 
shouldn't be too hard — but the latter, 

"Schweppe" has held various of- 
fices at PCW. Last year, she was 
Vice President of Woodland Hall. 
This year, she is Chairman of the 
Honor Committee and Vice President 
of her class. 

Dorm girls know Mary especially 
as being head of one of the most 
pleasant tables in the dining room. 
All PCWites know her as a modest, 
attractive gal always sure to make 

Dr. Kinder 

Dr. J. S. Kinder, director of the 
PCW Film Service, has just added 
to his present duties as professor of 
education PCW and assistant admin- 
istrative head for the Penn State War 
Training program, the office of Secre- 
tary-treasurer of Zone 2 of the Divi- 
sion of Visual Instruction of the Na- 
tional Education Association. This 
district is one of the ten into which 
the United States is divided and in- 
cludes New York, New Jersey, Dela- 
ware, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Vir- 
ginia and the District of Columbia. 
Zone 2 includes approximately 350 
members. In spite of the vast amount 
of territory which Zone 2 covers, Dr. 
Kinder reports that it will be possible 
to handle all the work from his desk 
at PCW, "fortunately or unfortunate- 
ly as the case may be," he adds. 


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October 14, 1942 



First Meeting 

First YW afternoon meeting of the 
year will be held today at 2:30 in 
Berry Hall Drawing Room. Subject 
for discussion will be the WAVES 
and the WAACS. PCWites will learn 
distinctions of each, differences be- 
tv/een them, have a chance to ask 
questions. Speaker is Lieutenant 
Seltzer, from the Naval Procurement 
Office. Refreshments will conclude 
the meeting. 

Annual YW Recognition Service 
was held in Chapel, Wednesday, Oc- 
tober 7th. In candlelight atmosphere, 
with organ music played by Mary 
Jane Fisher, it was an especially im- 
pressive occasion. Sally Meanor, 
YW Vice-President, presided. Her 
theme: "Master we bring Thee old 
lamps for new . . . Master, You give 
us new lamps for old." YW Presi- 
dent Amy McKay, presented a giit 
to loyal YW advisor Miss Gunder- 
man, who has resigned, thanked her 
for her service to YW. Then, Presi- 
dent McKay told a story, explaining 
the significance of the candlelight 
service. Lighting her candle from 
the one on the altar she kindled the 
lights of the Cabinet, who passed 
the light on to the YW members. The 
service ended wHh the singing of 
the hymn, "Lead On, O King Eternal." 


Feminine Fitness was the theme 
selected for the YW program thip 
year when the cabinet held its an- 
nual retreat at the Fresh Air Home 
for the Improvement of the Poor the 
w«ek end of September 12. A speak- 
er from the Naval Procurement Of- 
fice will discuss the WAACS and the 
WAVE'S in the first of these meetings 
on October 14 at 2:30 in Berry Hall 
dravidng room (see above). 

Meetings during the retreat were 
held outdoors and plans for freshman 
orientation were completed. Dean 
Marks and Mrs. Herbert Spencer vis- 
ited the camp. 

Freshman Entertainment 

Tentative plans for the YW dinner 
and Freshman Entertainm-ent have 
been made for Thursday, November 
5. As in other years, the day students 
will eat in the cafeteria and the 
house students in the dorm. Follow- 
ing this the freshmen will display 
their talents in the chapel. 


YWCA sponsored a tea for Big and 
Little Sisters on tlie day of Freshman 
registration, September 21, from two 
until five. Freshmen, escorted by Big 
Sisters, trouped to Mellon Hall to be 
served punch and cookies by lour 
members of YWCA — Grace Benner, 
Cynthia Dawe, Ruth Firmin, and Bet- 
ty Urban. Rather timorous, Fresh- 
men were cheerfully greeted by 
amiable upperclassmen, given a fine 
start in making friends in their own 
class and a pleasing preview of fun 
to come. YW Social Chairman June 
Hunker and her committee capably 
planned the Big and Little Sister Tea, 
as the first big event of the school 

Chapel Committee 

YW Chapel committee, under Ruth 
Jenkins, Chairman, is making plans 
for interesting, entertaining, informa- 
tive Wednesday morning Chapels. On 
the program are sings, movies, lec- 
tures. Soon to be shown is the movie 
"Americans All" (PCW Film Serv- 
ice), narrated by Julien Bryan, 
sliowing the lives of the young people 
of Latin America. Committee will 
welcome suggestions, ideas. 

Working with Chairman Jenkins 
are Norma Bailey, Carta Gregson, 
Gladys Heimert, Vance Hyde, Marian 
Lambie, Jane Murray. 


Girls who received Sophomore 
Honors on Matriculation Day, Sep- 
tember 28, were honored with a coke 
and pretzel party the same afternoon 
in the Woodland Hall sunporch. Hood 
and Tassel members Jean Archer, 
Amy McKay, Jean Wyre, Marian 
Howell, Nina Maley, Jane Fitzpat- 
rick, Janet Ross, and Hood and Tas- 
sel advisors Dean Marks, Dr. Griggs, 
and Junior Advisor Dr. Wallace were 
all present. 

In 1940-41 the President of Stu- 
dent Government, YWCA, AA. 
Chairman of Activities Council, and 
Presidents of the Junior and Senior 
classes organized the Hood and Tas- 
sel society for the purpose of giving 
a special recognition to those girls 
who have contributed a service to the 
college. The members are chosen 
form the outgoing Junior class on the 
basis of leadership, service, scholar- 
ship, and character, and these mem- 
bers are tapped on Moving-Up Day in 
(Continued on page 9) 


The Faculty Club initiated its 1942- 
43 season Thursday evening, Septem- 
ber 24, wth a farewell party for Eng- 
land-bound Miss Harrison. A leather 
purse, suitable for traveling, with 
special space for passports, visas, and 
other credentials, was presented to 
her. New faculty members were also 
received at this meeting. 

On Tuesday, October 6, at 6:30, a 
buffet supper following bowling, 
bridge, square dancing, listening to 
records, and community singing was 
held in Andrew Mellon Hall. This 
year's faculty club president. Dr. 
Robb, is enthusiastic about the win- 
ter program which includes a special 
meeting the first Tuesday of each 
month. Vice President Collins, in 
charge of these special meetings, is 
confident that the faculty's repetoire 
of songs for community singing will 
be greatly expanded. 

G. P. C. 

GPC (General Publicity Commit- 
tee) is the campus organization that 
publicizes activities and events at 
PCW. A large turnout greeted GPC 
Chairman Amanda Harris' call for 
new members. Chairman Harris is 
very pleased with this year's pros- 
pects. Members of GPC draw post- 
ers, print signs, make announce- 
ments, do anything else they possibly 
can to publicize a coming event. Any 
PCW member or organization may 
have publicity, simply for the asking, 
by seeing Chairman Harris, giving 
her full details. GPC slogan is: "Any- 
thing to be publicized? We'll do it!" 

GPC Chairmen are: Chapel An- 
nouncements, Mary Alma Lapsley; 
Arrow Announcements, Joyce Aiken. 

Mu Sigma Chi 

Once a week, in the entrance to 
Berry Hall, Mu Sigma Chi, PCW's 
honorary science society, sells its 
wares to raise money for two scholar- 
ships. Three kinds of tooth powder 
(wintergreen, spearmint, clove) and 
three creams (cold cream, vanishing, 
cleansing) are offered to PCWites. 

Not just a club, membership in Mu 
Sigma is based on scholarship in 
science courses, is open to chemistry, 
nursing, biology and dietetics majors. 

One major project, undertaken by 
the group last year, was the Disaster 
Chest. Financing it with the help of 
the student body, Mu Sigma mem- 
bers assembled it, made it up, ready 
for use in an emergency. 


October 14, 1942 


Page Nine 



Mr. George Kimberly, technical 
director of the Little Theater in Car- 
negie Tech's drama school, is teach- 
ing a new speech course at PCW this 
year. The course is in stage craft; 
its purpose is to train girls at school 
to prepare the proper costumes and 
properties, good lighting and settings 
for any PCW productions. From now 
on school plays will be produced 
by PCW without the need of out- 
side help. Mr. Kimberly hopes this 
will improve both the quality of the 
technical part of the plays and the 
interest of the students in what will 
now be entirely their own produc- 

The class meets twice a week in 
the chapel, one day for a lecture, the 
other for a laboratory on stage 
craft. The seven students now en- 
rolled in the class are learning how to 
take care of the technical end of play 
production, and how to do it well. 
Mr. Kimberly wants to have the class 
form an organization, to feel re- 
sponsible for this work, for every 
play put on at PCW. 

The first project in which we will 
see the result of their work will be 
the speech majors' play in Novem- 
ber. The name of the play to be 
given this year is "Letters to Lu- 


This year, according to Mr. Carroll 
C. Arnold (new speech professor — 
see page 3), the speech groups in- 
tend to cooperate, as before, with the 
National Council of Christians and 
Jews. As in previous years, active 
PCW will probably meet with the 
other Pittsburgh colleges — Tech, 
Mount Mercy, and Pitt — for extra- 
curricular debates, although a large 
number of these activities will be 
confined to the campus. No defin- 
ite plans have been made as yet. 

"Letters to Lucerne'^ 

"Letters to Lucerne," by Rotter 
and Vincent, will be given November 
22-23 by the speech majors and min- 
ors. This annual play is laboratory 
work for speech students, those not 
in the cast doing back stage work. 

The cast, chosen from all four 
classes, includes nine girls and four 
men, whose parts will be doubled 
up depending upon how many men 
are found. There will be an assistant 
student director, and Mr. Kimberly's 

stage craft class will be the stage 

The play is about the effect of the 
breaking out of the war upon stu- 
dents of various nationalities in a 
girls' school in Switzerland. The play 
was first produced in Cort Theatre in 
New York City. 

Hood and Tassel 

(Continued from Page Eight) 
the spring. The members wear tiny 
gold pins and purple hoods on their 
robes, as insignia of the organiza- 

Last year Hood and Tassel organ- 
ized the G. P. C. — General Publicity 
Committee — a committee which re- 
lieves many harassed chairmen of 
publicity headaches. 



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Defense Council 

i^Continued from Page Six) 

supervision of Miss Errett, Dr. 
Irene Ferguson, and Ginny Hendryx. 
Ann McClymonds has been appointed 
Fire Captain and Student Air Raid 
V/arden on campus, and will work 
with Dr. Wallace, Senior Warden. 
Edith Cole, Chairman of the Blood 
Bank on campus (replacing Mary 
Campbell), will urge students to do 
their share to meet the higher quota 
recently set by the Red Cross. Nina 
Maley is Secretary of the Council. 

Miss Errett announced that First 
Aid and Water Safety classes will 
start as soon as possible, and that 
she expects twenty or more people 
in each class. 

"No knitting," said Mrs. Owens at 
the meeting, and revealed plans for 
students to send packages to men in 
the armed forces overseas. PCWites 
will be asked to contribute their 
packages soon, because they must be 
mailed on or before November 1 in 
order to reach the men in time for 


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October 14, 1942 



Another year at the same old 
stand . . . and old age closes in on 
us every time we pass one of those 
bright-eyed freshmen. Pass the skin 
cream, girls . . . we leel some new 
wrinkles coming on. 
What a Summer 

it was for those rings and things! 
Is it the war or just one of those cy- 
cles that economists love to talk 
about? Or could it be love? Mar- 
jorie Harter and Margie Anderson 
will be future Yale Reunioners . . . 
Edna Schuh, "Pug" Brown, and 
Phyllis Tross are using their left 
hands more now that they have those 
stunning sparklers to display . . . 
Helen Shellkopf, Betty Hazeltine, and 
Jane Wilmot, all PCW '42, have also 
ioined the League. 
On the Verge 

of saying "I dood it" are Louise 
Haldeman, who will marry Jimmy 
Graves in Louisiana on October 24, 
and ex-Arrow's Petie McCall, who 
has set a November wedding date 
. . . Kitty Watson will be married 
on October 27 to Carter Shryock, now 
at Officers' Training School in Fort 
Benning, Georgia . . . Florence Sue- 
cop, '42, becomes a fall bride on Oc- 
tober 17. 
The Bells Told 

that ex-PCWites Libby and Sally 
Birrell were wearing their satins and 
lace within a month of each other; 
Libby is now Mrs. Wayne Forsythe 
(he is the ex-Tech football player), 
living in Texas, and Sally became 
Mrs. Niedringhaus on October 10. A 
wedding present to both the girls was 
the best news of all — that their par- 
ents in fallen Manila are alive and 

from PCW ranks are Barbara Weil, 
Ruth Bristor, Charlotte Schultz, Mary 
Virginia Bolton, Jacqueline Eckeley, 
Norma Lewis, and Obie Bender . . . 
Jean Dobson, Miriam Rosenbloom, 
and Ginny Volkay transferred to Pitt 
this fall . . . Betty Hurt went over 
to Ohio University . . . Mary 
Schwalb entered a school of Fash- 
ion Design . . . Joan Bender is go- 
ing into nurses' training at John 
Keeping It In the Family 

are several PCW grads . . . Bet- 
ty Gahagan '42 is the wife of Alex- 
ander Lindsay, brother of Anne Lind- 
say, '41 . . . Mary Linn Marks was 
married at Kiski this summer to Jack 
Colbaugh, Betsy's brother . . . Betsy 
herself was a summer bride, as were 

Jean Paris, Sally Thomas, Barbara 
Somers, Mary Lou Henry, Grace 
Mary Horton, Rosella Wayne, and 
ex-recorder Mary Ida McFarland. 
New Members 

of the P. P. U. (Pin Possessors' 
Union) are Mary Schweppe and Nina 
Maley . . . Dale Kirsopp wears a 
Beta pin, and Portia Geyer sports a 
Greek-lettered badge. 
Going From Here to There 

Helen Dornberger, Nancy Stauffer, 
Louise Rider, and Dale Kirsopp hop- 
ped a train to Penn State on the 
tenth for the Interfraternity Ball 
. . . Ruth Weston journeyed all the 
way to Florida to catch a glimpse of 
a certain Air Corps man — just a 
friend, we presume . . . Ginny Hen- 
dryx went on a jaunt to Corpus 
Christi, Texas, for the same reason 
. . . by the way, remember to ask 
Jack Kirby about Ginny Gillespie's 
trip to Texas. 
Odds and Ends 

Nancy Maxwell spending last 
weekend up in the clouds, because 
Jimmy was in town . . . Frannie 
Hilbish rooting for Old Eli plus Old 
Lehigh . . . Peggy Riffle forgetting 
to keep a date on South Highland 
Bridge (we regret that we haven't 
the details on that one — Ed.) . . . 
Sally Villing looking downhearted 
the day that letter came from Bob 
at Cornell saying that house parties 
are out for the duration. 

There's more . . . but it can wait. 
Right now we have to see a man 
about buying some War Stamps — not 
a bad idea, y'know! 


A cheering sight in wartime — or in 
any time, for that matter — is the 
sight of new faces, bright as 1942 
quarters and even nicer to have 
around. We're thinking of the Fresh- 
men, of course . . . and just in case 
they haven't realized it, may we ex- 
plain that this Arrow issue is dedicat- 
ed to them, as our way of saying, 
"Hello, Nice People!" A classic com- 
ment made by an ex-Arrow ed. 
should be tucked away by every 
freshman and brought out on that 
Confusing Day when she gets lost in 
the labyrinth of Berry Hall's third 
floor or knocks down an upperclass- 
man in her haste to get through a 
doorway: "Is we seniors seem hor- 
ribly old and experienced, don't for- 
get that looks are deceiving. One 
thing is certain — freshmen look 
younger than we felt four years ago, 
and we don't feel nearly as old as 

the seniors looked then." 

* * * 

Far be it from us to halt the 
wheels of progress, but can't help 
thinking that some Modern Improve- 
ments are dubious blessings. Even 
after six weeks of meals in Wood- 
land Hall dining room, we miss the 
busy rattle of dishes and the clamor 
of songs that rocked the roof. Now 
the familiar sounds are gathered up 
by wooly soundproofing, and we in- 
variably find ourselves wondering, 
"What's everybody whispering for?" 

* * * 

Week-end jaunts and occasional 
treks to Army camps are the Spice 
of Life, we know. But they aren't 
patriotic. Another appeal to cut 
down week-end travel by bus and 
train has been issued by the Office 
of Defense Transportation. A further 
shift of eight per cent in traffic from 
week end to midweek is imperative 
to relieve congestion of these car- 
riers, and college students have been 
asked not to contribute to mass move- 
nnents of fans to football games this 
fall. Going to root for the Home 
Team or to lift Army morale is all 
right . . . but don't do it if you have 
to make a government worker stand 
in the aisle. 

A friend of the college indeed is 
Mrs. George W. Martin, Alumnae 
Trustee, who presented to AMH and 
the enlarged Home Economics De- 
partment a lovely Italian lace table 
cloth and the large blue platter of 
pheasant design which now stands on 
the mantel in the large AMH dining 
room. She also gave the College the 
two stone vases in front of Berry 
Hall and in front of Dr. Spencer's 

* * ^: 

The amazing vigor with which Nita 
McAdams and Nurse Mulholland 
raced through the Commando ob- 
stacle course at Mohamet Day made 
us feel slightly weak and pallid. Here 
we sit with falling hair and dandruff 
and athlete's foot while Lord Mount- 
batten probably has his eye on this 
peppy duo. Maybe we should try 
Charles Atlas's dynamic tension ex- 
ercises . . . but on second thought, a 
good night's sleep will do. 

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Page Eleven 



Furloughs, O. C. S., army camps, 
jeeps, peeps — overnight you find 
yourself with a brand new vocabu- 
lary. Well — there is something other 
than vocabulary that must be brand 
new these days — that is if you expect 
to make the hit you've planned when 
you're off to visit your handsome 
lieutenant at camp. Simplification and 
elimination seem to be the theme 
songs of the WPB. Some jottings in 
the margin as put there by the WPB 
— return of the classic silhouette and 
slimmer skirts — some pleating and 
shirring but fewer details on woolens. 
Absolutely no vents, tucks, bellows, 
gussets, yokes and other mysteries of 
the tailoring trade that usually go 
into the clothes in the college girl's 
wardrobe. To the dressmakers the 
WPB says no French cuffs, leg o' 
mutton sleeves, patch pockets, jacket 
dresses, redingotes, bolero dresses, 
and belts wider than two inches. 
Wool linings are banned, jackets are 
shorter and plainer and three-piece 
ensembles are out. 

If you're off to visit an army camp, 
here is your traveling suit in detail. 
You can wear it any time any place 
and you'll still be the slickest looking 
gal for miles around. No need to tell 
you that we're speaking of a covert 
cloth suit. You can get real British 
covert cloth — believe it or not. You'll 
have the suave, tailored look that is 
the essence of good grooming in these 
days when one must contend with so 
many uniforms. A topcoat of the 
same material is an added attraction 
that's really worth looking into. 

Or perhaps you're looking for a 
coat with a more dressy atmosphere 
about it. Something very dashing in 
this is a dressy tailored coat with 
a detachable Persian-lamb capelet. 
Really two coats in one. Without 
thet capelet you have a good looking 
tailored coat. With the touch of fur 
you have a dress coat. 

And then if you are searching for 
the dress coat there is the old stand 
by — ^the coachman's coat and this 
time it's trimmed in Persian^ lamb — 
collar and pockets. The perfect coat 
for town wear. 

Gay Sombrero 

Maybe it isn't coats you're needing 
at all. You've got a perfectly good 
tailored coat and your object is a hat 
to go with it. Nothing could have 
more chic than a John Frederics' som- 
brero — olaid in any shade with a bag 
to match. How often have you want- 
ed a hat IJiat could be worn anywhere 

and still have class? Here's your 
hat — don't miss it. 

Victorian Bride 

If you're in that lucky group we all 
know as "brides-to-be," you've been 
looking at everything from frying 
pans to shimmering satin gowns. 
You're in a complete and utter daze 
and by now you can't remember a 
thing you've looked at, so we'll see 
what we can do to refresh your mem- 
ory. If the wedding is in the near 
future and you've looked at gorgeous 
gowns until you don't know satin 
from tulle — we have a bit of exciting 
news. Imagine yourself as a Vic- 
torian bride in rich cream satin dress 
with a marquisette yolk, capelet of 
fine Venetian lace and a Victorian 
bonnet of satin and lace with a floor 
length veil of Bridal Illusion. 

Femininity Plus 

Femininity for dates is good ad- 
vice. You wouldn't expect a welder 
at Lockheed to wear her overalls at 
Giro's, and the studious college girl 
should ignore her sweaters, skirts, 
and tailored wools, and dress up for 
her dates. Velveteen or crepe with 
just enough frill will do the trick. If 
you don't particularly care for fussy 
clothes, your suit plus a dainty 
blouse will let him know you're really 
made of sugar and spice. 

With the off-duty weelv-end a won- 
deriul possibility, be prepared to 
heighten morale with something 
special. A dark brown or black suit, 
with or without velvet collars, is 
just the thing. Shoes, bag, hat, and 
gloves to match or correctly contrast, 
and a pale blue or lush dahlia-red 
blouse. For the formal evening, there 
is the rayon crepe dinner dress, 
femme fatale from waist up, with 
contrasting billows of rayon mar- 
quisette below. 

What you do with your crowning 
glory this year is, as usual, entirely 
up to you. But it seems that the 
three-inch cut, time and trouble test- 
ed, is here for the duration. If you're 
positive you'd look gruesome with 
short hair, by all means let it dangle 
either with bangs to cut the mo- 
notony or a flower or beret to keep 
it out of your eyes. But please, 
please . . . don't just let your long 
mop flop around and earn the title 
of the Poor Man's Veronica Lake. 

Let us warn you in closing, DO 
take care of the things you have. 
They're the nicest you'll get for the 

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Shiny white balls, new sticks, shin 
guards that really fit, adhesive plas- 
tered legs, ana a complete absence 
of breath. Yep, we can tell. Hockey 
season opens today. Come all ye 
spectators up to the field at 3:15 and 
watch the Juniors and Sophomores 
beat that little ball up and down the 
playing area. Then marvel at the 
second half of this double-header in 
vi/iiich the lowly Frosh will try to de- 
throne the high and mighty Seniors. 
Thrills and spills! Clashes and gashes! 
It you have seen a game before you'll 
be there and if you haven't, come and 
root for your class — you'll love it. 
P. Possum 

Little Bonnie Dingbat who predicts 
weather for the "Press' has a cousin 
who came to PCW this year. Let me 
present young Perky Possum who 
asked to be quoted as saying, "That 
Dingbat child is an amateur. I can 
foretell the luture too. On Wednes- 
day, October the 14th, the Juniors 
will ride in cool triumph over the 
Sophomores. And though the Fresh- 
men yearlings may make it hot for 
tae Rose and White of '43, don't let 
the probable upperclass victory 
dampen your spirit. Jean Rigaumont, 
the mighty midget, Prexy Peggy 
Donaldson and Ginny Alexander 
should be the shining lights for the 
Green and White, and who knows 
about the Sophomore team? For the 
Senior satellites we see Jane Fitz- 
pstrick and Jean Archer and on the 
other side of the bully line Doris 
Rowan and A. J. Goodwin for our 
Freshman friends. 

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all must practice an hour between 


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each game — just to keep that deadly 
touch. The remainder of the hockey 
schedule is as follows: 

Oct. 21 — Frosh vs. Juniors 2:00 

Sophs vs. Seniors 3:30 

Nov. 4— Frosh vs. Sophs 2:00 

Juniors vs. Seniors. . . .3:30 
Nov. 11 — Honorary Game. 



The fall doubles tournament is rid- 
ing along in full swing. Most contest- 
ants have been unusually faithful in 
playing their matches on time. Fri- 
day the 16th will herald the semi- 
finals and here old P. Possum again 
rears his ugly head as he comes out 
from under his favorite philosophy 
book to squeak: "And I'll lay you 
two to one that Donaldson and 
Wright will run away with the 
Get In the Swim 

Do you leel tired and logy? Are 
you run down? Do figures and let- 
ters swim in front of your eyes? Well, 
let's beat them to it and get in the 
swim ourselves. Come from your 
lair in the Roman room and hie 
yourself to Mellon Hall for an invig- 
orating dip. Recreational swimming 
is for YOU. Why don't you try it? 
Tuesdays at 3:30, Wednesdays 2-4, 
and Thursday night at 8 P. M. And 
if you feel even stronger about the 
subject than that, why not sign up 
for Senior Life Saving. It will cer- 
tainly come in handy when all your 
classmates jump off Point Bridge 
come exam time. See Miss Graham 
or Miss Errett about this. The class is 
to be held Tuesdays and Thursdays 
at 2:30. 
Dogfffone! Missed Again 

Have you been missing your mark? 
Do all your arrows hit the wrong 
man? Archery is the solution for 
you. If you can wield a bow or if 
you'd like to learn, the archery range 
is waiting at 1:30 on Fridays. 
To Horse and Away 

Now that gas and tire rationing 
are just aroung the corner, it's time 
to saddle Nelly and canter to classes. 
If you have an old horse just brows- 
ing around the living-room, saddle 
her and tighten the cinches and you 
will win a small poster, suitable for 
framing, stating "I am using 100% 
less gasoline." But if Nelly has got- 
ten a little broad across the beam, 
and you don't like to ride side-sad- 
dle, run to Miss Errett and say, "I 
want to ride on Wednesdays and 
Thursdays at 1:30 and 2:30 respec- 
tively, at only $1.25 an hour!" 


Seniors graduate, Freshmen matric- 
ulate and campus changes materialize 
— all for better or for worse. 

The war is influencing many fads 
on campus this year. Short hair cuts 
and fewer cars are being seen. Tillie 
Wilcox, for example, has a three-inch 
hair cut (growing out a bit) instead 
of her last year's long bob. For the 
first time in years there is plenty of 
parking space — due probably to the 
rubber shortage. Army insignias, 
with emphasis on the wings, are re- 
placing the traditional fraternity pins. 
Dr. Spencer now taking an active 
part in war work, is busier than his 
busiest days last year. 

New rugs are in the front offices 
and Miss Myers' office and the gym 
office have been repapered. Edie Cole 
has her own office while many of the 
faculty have changed theirs. 

The family circle in Andrew Mellon 
Hall has increased to the sum total 
of nineteen, thus eliminating the 
guest room and causing Mrs. Gilmore 
to make new luncheon sets. New 
books have been donated to the Mel- 
lon Hall library by Mrs. George W. 
Martin, Alumnae trustee, and the big 
kitchen where the girls used to get 
their own Sunday breakfasts is now 
turned over to the Home Economics 
Department as its nutrition labora- 

Tuition has gone up thirty degrees. 
In the biology lab, instead of Hab- 
rabracon Juglandis there are Droso- 
phila Melanogaster — fruit flies, to you. 
Oh yes! the smoking room has new 
chair covers and new "phys. ed" 
hockey equipment include peonies, 
sticks and shin guards. Woodland 
Hall's dining room, sound proofed 
this year, is now as quiet as the cam- 
pus on Sunday afternoon. 

A new stone bench fills in the 
space (as helpful information to 
freshies) between the library and 
science hall right in front of the flag 
pole. Already on these warm sunny 
days industrious students have been 

holding this seat down and studying 
at the same time. 

When it comes to the changes in the 
library, for once the lower of the 
lower classmen have the advantage. 
It took upper classmen two to three 
years to learn the library's ins and 
outs and they are now in the same 
boat as the freshies. Fiction and all 
books that were along the left wall 
are in the stacks and replacing them 
are the biographies. The reserves, in 
alphabetical order according to sub- 
jects, can be taken out at three and 
on Wednesday and on Saturday at 

According to the seniors, they're 
either shorter than last year's senioi's 
or their gowns have stretched. They 
hike up in the front and have a drape 
effect in the back. To replace the old 
yellow and white tassels are new rose 
and white ones. 

Flash — new low on heels this fall! 
Practice teachers have replaced high, 
flattering, and uncomfortable heels 
with the more conservative type ox- 
fords and moderate heels. 

That about rounds up the campus 
changes, but of course the most im- 
portant of all are the Freshmen, or 
are they? 

War Relief Committee 

With Madame Owens as its head, 
the War Relief Committee has begun 
to form plans for the coming year. 

Madame Owens announces that 
Evelyn Fulton, a PCW Junior will be 
the student representative. Evlyn's 
first sugg-estion is that a group of girls 
send very interesting, luscious and 
colorful packages to some of the 
American forces in the Arctic Region. 
It is felt that packages and letters 
sent by November first would delight 
the men, bring glad tidings and best 
wishes to them at Christmas time. 

Miss Marks has suggested helping 
the tragic prisoners of war. The reg- 
ular school affairs vvriU be used to 
raise money. 

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GROWING PAINS by Sybil D. Heinmann '46 

Growing up does not seem easy; at 
least it has not been easy for me. I 
started out in this life by being born 
in Shanghai, China, and up to the 
tender age of five I led an existence 
of serene bliss, taking all the ameni- 
ties of life for granted. Both my 
amah and our Chinese boys adored 
"young missy," and carried out any 
orders that the young princess might 
wish to give them. I had a few little 
boys and girls as my friends, who 
were all as clean and well looked- 
after as myself. My interests lay in 
the new Russian governess who came 
to us, in the park I used to go to for 
play, in my little sister, and more 
especially in chocolates and bonbons 
of a greenish hue with white stripes. 
I was never conscious of languages as 
such, for I grew up with English and 
German and could gabble happily in 
Chinese and Russian. Then one day I 
was told that we would leave all that 
I knew and loved to go to Germany. 
Life seemed uncertain for the first 
time, for my beloved Russian gover- 
ness did not come with us. I do not 
remember much of the trip across Si- 
beria, except that it was long and 
dull, and I knew that we were in a 
train and that I ate a lot of dried 
prunes. Mother tells me that the 
family had to rely on me to order the 
food in Russian, to the amazement of 
the waiter. 

Life in Berlin was a great change 
from life in Shanghai. I went for the 
first time to school, and felt bewild- 
ered. There were so many children 
and they were all so different. Some 
were nice and some were nasty; some 
were rich and others were poor, and 
I had to learn to get along with all of 

Before I was old enough to form a 
mature idea of Germany and its peo- 
ple, we were on the move once more. 
This time we went to Santiago, Chile. 
The journey stands out clearly, for 
we had terrific storms till we reached 
New York. I shall never forget the 
sight of the Statue of Liberty, bathed 
in sunlight. Even at the age of 
eleven I had a deep feeling inside me 
which I could not express. I had 
been told that this statue stands for 
liberty. Strong upon me still was the 
memory of what I had heard and seen 
in Germany; the shadow of the brute 
force of men, a dark and sinister thing 
■which I could not fully comprehend, 
lay on my mind. 

The voyage from New York down 
the west coast of South America was 
colorful and fascinated me. Life in 

Chile meant a radical readjustment. 
My sister and I went to a North 
American school, the Santiago Col- 
lege. The first months were very 
hard. Lessons were taught in Eng- 
lish, but since most of the children 
were Chilean they refused to speak 
English in their leisure time, and I 
was thought to be rather dumb be- 
cause I could not even speak Spanish! 

After one year there we left for 
England. This meant that once more 
I had to change schools and habits. 
England seemed strange at first. I 
had imagined that every Englishman 
wore a top-hat and had blue eyes, and 
that the sky over England was for- 
ever grey. Again the first year in my 
new surroundings was hard. Not only 
was the system of teaching different, 
but the people and their outlook on 
life. We had a system of "Houses" 
in Parsons Mead School, between 
which there was a friendly competi- 
tion. One way of teaching the older 
girls responsibility was to have them 
look after the younger children and 
help them. It was in England that I 
spent the richest years of my life — 
spiritually rich years. I grew up, I 
learned to think and reason. I also 
learned the true meaning of democ- 
racy. I became happily absorbed in 
English affairs, past and present. I 
understood what it means to call a 
country my home. No wonder then, 
that I am closely bound to England, 
the country that has given me all her 
riches. No wonder that my love of 
England is something deep-rooted 
and true which time can never 
change. England is like a precious 
stone upon which I built the founda- 
tions of my life. It was the war that 
forged the final link which bound me 
spiritually to England. 

However, after two years of war, 
my father was transferred to Pitts- 
burgh on business for the duration. 
To leave war-torn England and its 
brave, undaunted people, my rela- 
tions and friends, was the hardest 
thing I ever had to do. I was for- 

tunate, 01 course, that my parents 
and my sister were with me, that we 
would be safe from bombing, and 
that we would have plenty of food 
always, but it just did not seem fair 

We crossed the Atlantic in convoy, 
an interesting experience, but a long 
and cold one too. For the second 
time I saw the Statue of Liberty. I 
was older now, more experienced — or 
was I? Life again was uncertain. 
Maybe if I could keep the sight of 
the Statue of Liberty in mind, the 
pain of separation from England 
would be more bearable. 

America was a tremendous change 
after war-torn England. Dazzling 
lights instead of blackout, shops over- 
flowing with food. The hustle and 
bustle of people was almost frighten- 
ing, for out in the country social in- 
tercourse had practically come to a 
standstill because of the war. My 
two semesters at Peabody High 
School seem strange and distant to 
me now. It was like a dream; I was 
an onlooker in some colorful play but 
never part of it. Graduation came 
like a shock, and yet it seemed hazy. 
I took part in an important event of 
complete strangers, I was part of the 
color and the noise. It was unreal, 
and yet suddenly I. realized that for 
me too, this was a great day. It 
meant the end of my school days. I 
was grown up. 

Two weeks ago, I started my first 
semester of college. I had a great 
and wonderful surprise. For the first 
time in my life I did not have to 
make a complete transition. I felt 
at home, for PCW greeted me with a 
warmth and friendliness which I have 
missed for long. At PCW there is 
cooperation and a willingness to think 
of others which remind me of Eng- 

While I naturally don't want the 
war to last for four years, I sincerely 
hope that I shall be able to complete 
four years of happy college life at 
PCW before returning to England. 


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WITHOUT LICENSE by Suzanne McLean 

Maggie Tiller put the receiver back 
in place with a bang. A look of dread 
and hate surged to her eyes. Damn 
them! Joe was dead and buried last 
week. Why couldn't they leave a 
grieving widow alone? She didn't 
want Joe's policeman buddies trying 
to com.fort her while they sat twitch- 
ing and talking fast to keep from 
breaking down. Damn them and 
their routine of duties toward a dead 
policeman's widow. They would 
come prepared to find her inconsol- 
able in her grief and they would try 
to make her forget a little of Joe's 
tragedy. The hate crept to her mouth 
and she swore louder as she began 
arranging the four-room cottage. 

Maggie filled Joe's pipe and laid it 
carelessly in its bowl. She pulled the 
worn sergeant's cap from the draw- 
er and hung it prominently on the 
hatrack. She put the red-checked 
hunting jacket on a hook by the door 
and his higih-top boots underneath. 
She brought out his detective novels 
and put the Shelock Holmes' Omni- 
bus on the arm of his big chair. 
When, at last, the fwlice car turned 
up the cinder drive, the house looked 
as though it were waiting for its 
master. Maggie made a last dash for 
a damp hanky and then went to the 

The three policemen stood silent, 
their hats conspicuously off. No one 
spoke but Maggie, and she invited 
them in. Jim sat down. Pinch stared 
at a boat picture over the mantle, 
and Big Ed assumed the pose of one 
about to speak. 

"It was good of you boys to come,' 
said Maggie weakly. 

"We wanted to express our sym- 
pathy," said Jim without looking up. 
Pinch stopped staring at the picture. 

"You're a brave woman," he said 
with conviction. 

Big Ed shifted his feet and look- 
ed around the room. 

"Don't look like he'd ever left," 
he said simply. 

"I pretend he hasn't," Maggie said, 
and covered her nose with the 
crumpled hanky. "I always keep 
his pipe filled and his favorite jacket 
hangin' just where he kept it." 

"Is ... is that the jacket he 
wore?", asked Big Ed. 

"Yes," said Maggie from behind her 
hanky. Big Ed stroked the red- 
checked wool reverently until his 
finger caught in a small round hole 
just below the worn yellow hunting 

license. Then he pulled his finger 
away quickly. He looked at the 
bloodstain around the hole and un- 
consciously rubbed his finger along 
his blue coat. He was glad when 
Pinch began to speak. 

"I'd like to get my hands on that 
hit-and-run hunter that shot Joe." 
He doubled his first and reached 
for his gun to illustrate. 

Maggie watched Pinch's honest 
face, then turned to Jim. 

"You're so quiet, Jim," she said 

"Aw, he's just got himself mar- 
ried, Mrs. Tiller," said Pinch. "He's 
been talkin' all the way over here, 
what if he got killed and left his 
... I mean, if his wife got to be 
a widow . . . while she's young and 
pretty like you, I mean." 

"Oh." There were evident signs 
of relief in Maggie's "oh" and she 
looked more kindly at them all. "Will 
you have a beer, boys?" 

They all said "yes" and Jim and 
Maggie went to the kitchen. Pinch 
and Big Ed took deeper breaths. 
They were relieved that she hadn't 
cried. When she came in with the 
beers, she looked almost happy. For 
a few minutes there was silence, 
then Maggie's eye caught Big Ed 
hovering near the door. 

"Ain't ya drinkin' with us, Ed?", 
she asked. 

Ed said nothing for a while; he was 
stroking the hunting jacket. 

"How'd it happen, Mrs. Tiller?", 
he asked finally. Maggie set her beer 
on the table. She looked at Big Ed 
holding his beer in one hand and 
touching the jacket with the other. 
Slowly she relaxed in the chair and 
spoke distinctly. 

"Ya see . . . Joe said he was goin' 
huntin'. He was all dressed in the 
jacket and them boots when he told 
me." She stopped; Big Ed was hold- 
ing the jacket in his arms as if it 
were a sacred altar cloth. "Then . . . 

about ten minutes after he left . . . 
I heard two shots ... I wouldn't a 
thought anything of 'em . . . but 
1 happened to look out the window 
. . . that window ..." She pointed 
past Big Ed and the jacket . . . "And 
there was Joe . . . out by the shed 
there . . . lyin' on the ground ..." 
Maggie's voice caught and she was 
staring helplessly at Big Ed. Pinch 
and Jim got embarrar>ed. 

"Did you go out then?", asked Big 

"Y-Yes." Maggie hestitated and 
then spoke slowly again. "He . . . 
he died in my arms . . . He said 
the bullet musta come from the 
woods there . . ." 

Pinch said, "Gosh." And Jim said, 
"The force sure lost a swell guy.'' 
Big Ed hung the jacket on its hook 
and said nothing. 

"Yes," said Maggie, "the force sure 
lost a swell guy. His last words to 
me were, 'The force'll take care of 
ya. Nutmeg.' He always called me 
Nutmeg, and I called him ..." 

"What was he out hunting?", ask- 
ed Big Ed suddenly. Maggie gripped 
her hanky tighter and looked at Big 
Ed. What was he trying to pull? 

"Why, deer, of course . . . the 
woods is full of 'em and we love 

"I caught a beauty last week," said 
Jim boyishly. Maggie suddenly 
realized how tensely she had been 
sitting and, as she settled in the 
cushions, she gave Jim notice to con- 
tinue his conversation. 

"How big was it, Jim?", she asked 
sweetly and Jim was only too glad 
to tell of his prowess. Pinch was 
glad, too, that the conversation was 
side-tracked from Joe and he 
eagerly stepped into it. Big Ed stood 
silently by the door and watched the 
jacket as if he were afraid it would 
walk away. Maggie shuddered and 
imagined Big Ed to be a rather 
morose creature. She was thankful 


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though, and liked him better, when 
at last he said, 

"We better be gettin' along now, 

They agreed quickly and Maggie 
threw them her most gracious smile 
as they got up. Then Big Ed looked 
at her. 

"I think you'd better come too, Mrs. 

Maggie smiled coquettishly. "Now, 
whatever I be doin' out with you 
boys?" Pinch and Jim laughed and 
she handed Big Ed his cap. 

"I want you to come to the station 
with us," he said unsmiling. Mag- 
gie looked at his straight mouth and 
relentless eyes. Panic seized her. 

"Why?" she asked breathlessly. 

"Don't you know?", he said. 

Pinch and Jim were about t3 speak 
but they saw Maggie's face and stood 
motionless. Then her shoulders re- 
laxed and she looked at them all. 

"You're kiddin' me," she said. 

Big Ed's voice was cold. 

"I am not kidding, Mrs. Tiller. 
Oh, don't feel hurt. It wasn't your 
acting. That was pretty good. It's 
just that policemen like Joe don't 
go deer-hunting with last year's li- 
cense on their back." 


Among other events scheduled for 
freshmen and transfer students the 
first few days of the school year is 
the annual testing program. This 
program is under the direction of Dr. 
Kinder, head of the departments of 
psychology and education. Speaking 
of the psychological tests he ex- 
plained, "As usual, there are some 
very outstanding papers and also 
some perfectly silly mistakes. From 
aU indications, this class is just as 
good as classes in previous years." 

Added to the group of tests last 
year and included again this year, 
was the English Placement Test. The 
English Department plans to make 
extensive use of the results of the 
test this year. The test covers a two- 
houi period, is very comprehensive 
for college students. It includes tests 
of vocabulary, speed of reading, com- 
prehensive reading, sentence struc- 
ture and style, grammer, punctuation 
and capitalization, spelling and or- 

Taking these tests was a group of 
:ninety-four freshmen and thirteen 

advanced-standing students. These 
tests were the same as last year, in 
the 1942 edition. The psychological 
tests from PCW are rated with those 
of some 350 other colleges in the 

Not everybody with a dollar 
to spare can shoot a gun 
straight — but everybody can 
shoot straight to the bank and 
buy War Bonds. Buy your 
10% every pay day. 

"We've been 'goin' steady' a 
long time, you and I. You see, 
I'm a symbol of the life and 
sparkle of Coca-Cola. There- 
fore, I speak for Coke. I like 
your company. I offer some- 
thing more than a thirst- 
quenching drink. It's re- 
freshing. Yes's 
got that extra something 
you can't get this side of 
Coca-Cola itself. Let's get 
together. Make it a Coke 



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October 14, 1942 



Betty Anthon, Eva Caloyer, Mar- 
tha Coate, Florence Dale, Joan Dav- 
ies, Marjorie Elliott, Rebecca Fellows, 
Mary Frederickson, Helen Gilmore, 
Isabel Griffiths, Dorothy Groves, 
Mary Louise Haller, Joan Harms, Sy- 
bil Heimann, Francesca Hilbish, Har- 
riet Hoffman, Lilla Kiester, Eleanor 
Knox, Mildred Kovacs, Doris Lati- 
mer, Marian Lean, Gertrude Lund- 
stedt, Nina McAdmans, Nancy Means, 
Stella Myers, Florence Ostien, Sara 
Parker, Jean Purves, Elizabeth Rains, 
Peggy Riffle, Mary Coletta Rodgers, 
Mary Sawders, Helen Shriner, June 
Sinewe, Sally Lou Smith, Estelle 
Sossong, Marion Staples, Marjorie 
Wayne, Ruth Weigel, Helen Witte, 
Barbara Work. 

Joyce Aiken, Betty Beck, Margaret 
Bishop, Janet Bovard, Mary Louise 
Burckart, Roberta Carpenter, Sara 
Cook, Marjory Couch, Lucy Dorsey, 
Anna Dunn, Miriam Egger, Patricia' 
Eldon, Doris Fairfield, Alice Gard- 
ner, Anna Jane Goodv,'in, Eleanor 
Helfrich, Dolores Knoll, Kitty Lan- 
caster, Marjorie Lansing, Jean Lel- 
fler, Mary Anne Letsciie, Margaret 
McKee, Sue Funk, Jane McPherson, 
Helen Myers, Sue Norton, Helen 
Parkinson, Ruth Perry, Janet Petty, 
Mariellen Roche, Marie Rohrer, 
Betsy Ross, Doris Rowand, Mary 
Ann Rumbaugh, Rosalyn Savecka, 
Ellen Saylor, Nancy Showalter, Doris 
Sisler, Myra Sklarey, Frances Ston- 
er, Jean Thompson, Carolyn Thome, 
Joan Titus Virginia Uber, Sara Vil- 
ling, Virginia Vogt, Patricia Walton, 
Mary Wells, Katherine Wertenbach, 
Elizabeth Wilson, Martha Yorkin. 

Come Before Winter 

At the First Presbyterian Church 
Sunday evening, October 18, at 8 
o'clock. Dr. Clarence Edward Mac- 
artney will preach his noted ser- 
mon on Opportunity, COME BEFORE 
WINTER. This wiU be the Twenty- 
seventh Anniversary of the first 
preaching of the sermon at the Arch 
St. Presbyterian Church, Philadel- 
phia, in 1915. At the original serv- 
ice delegations of students from Phil- 
adelphia colleges were present, and 
the reaction of two of those students 
prompted Dr. Macartney to preach 
every autumn on this text, COME 

Give WcU Calls 

the Right oi Way! 

TELEPHONE lines are crowded with 
calls^— and many of them are vi- 
tally important to the armed forces, the 
government and war industries. 

To give war calls a clear track and 
full speed ahead, adopt these telephone 
tactics for the duration: 

I • Oon't make any unnecessary calls. 

2* Keep all calls as brief as you can. 

3* If you must use Long Distance, 
make your calls on Sunday, if possible 
—or after 9 P. M. at night. 

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Vol. XXII 

Pennsylvania College for Women, Pittsburgh, Pa., November 18, 1942 

No. 2 

Hockey (page 10) 


Page Two 


November 18, 1942 


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(-■« -c^;* ^ (Marian Lambie '43 

Co-Editors J^^^ McClymonds '44 

Business Manager Virginia Hendryx "43 

News Editor Evelyn Glick '44 

Assistant News Editor Jane Strain '45 

Feature Editor Margaret Anderson '43 

Sports Editor Janet Ross '43 

Proof Reader Martha Harlan '44 

Make-up Editor Nancy Maxwell '44 

Assistant Make-up Editor Ruth Weston '44 

Staff Photographer Peggy Suppes. 43 

News Staff 

Joyce Aiken, Dorothy Barrett. Jane Blattner, Margaret Couch, 
Nancy Davidson. Joan Davies, Virgina Ditges. Virginia Gillespie. 
Nancy Herdt. Harriet Hoffman. Claire Horwitz. Phyllis Jones, Mary 
Kelly, Dale Kirsopp, Mildred Kovacs, Margaret Ann McKee. Jane 
McPherson. Florence Ostien, Frances PoUick, Nancy Raup, Peggy 
Riffle, Mary Ruth Sampson. Marion Staples, Jean Thomas, Virginia 
Uber. Marion Updegraff, Martha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

Norma Bailey, Carla Gregson, Sybil Heimann. Marion Leach. Sally 
Lands, Louise Flood. Jane Meub. Mary Emily Sawders. Nancy Stauf- 
fer, Helen Jane Shriner, Lillian Sheasby 

Business Staff 

Lois Allshouse "45, Betty Anthon '46, Janet Brewster '45. Eva 
Caloyer '46, Lucille Cummins 43, Jeanne de Haven "43. Elma Em- 
minger '45, Rebecca Fellows "45. Dorothy Firth "45, Virginia Gilles- 
pie '43, Helen Gilmore '46, Alice Hanna '45, Martha Hutchison '44, 
Lou Ann Isham '46. Miles Janouch '43, Kelly Jones '44, Martha Mc- 
Fall '45, Ruth Mendelson '46, Helen Robinson '45. Cynthia Ann Say 
'46, June Sineive '46, Sally Smith "46, Justine Swan '44. Martha 
Truxal '43, Marjorie Wayne '46, Ruth Weigel '46, Sara Villing '46, 
Louise Yeiser '44. 

Typists: — Mary Lou Burckart. Sue Norton, Mary Lou Oesterling, 
Nancy Showalter, Phyllis Tross, Betsy Kinney. 

New Staff 

With this issue the Arrow announces the permanent 
Arrow workers for this year. Names of the reporters 
and business staff members have been printed in the staff 
box, but we would lilte to introduce formally the new 
editors and their associates. 

The Board of Publications has appointed Marian 
Lambie, '43, Co-Editor with Ann McClymonds, '44. 
Marian reported for the Arrow in her Freshman year and 
has been Assistant News Editor and News Editor. Last 
year she received Sophomore Honors and the Hood and 
Tassel award for scholarship and service. 

Ann was Feature Editor last year and was awarded 
Sophomore Honors this year. She is also Fire and Air 
Elaid Captain on campus. 

Virginia Hendryx, '43, besides being Business Mana- 
ger of the Arrow, finds time to serve as first vice-presi- 
dent of SGA board and to worry over her practice teach- 
ing papers. 

After two years on the news staff, Evelyn Glick, '43, 
has been made News Editor. A science major, she also 
received Sophomore Honors this fall. Jane Strain, '45, 

is her capable assistant. 

Margaret Anderson, well known as the writer of the 
fashion column for two years, is editor in charge of feat- 
ures. AA President Janet Ross, a member of Hood and 
Tassel, carries on an old family tradition by being Sports 
Editor; this year is her third in that position. 

After spending the summer reading proof for a busi- 
ness firm, second vice-president of SGA Martha Harlan, 
'44, was well prepared to become Proof Reader. She 
amazed the staff on the first issue by buying a book of 
printers' symbols and studying them diligently. 

Peggy Suppes '43, a camera fiend, spends her spare 
time snapping pictures and rushing back and forth to 
the camera shops about town; she's the staff photograplier. 

Tlie girl who spends her Saturday afternoons strug- 
gling with pencils and glue and sticky galley sheets is 
Nancy Maxwell, '44, Make-Up Editor, assisted by Ruth 
Weston, '44. 

These are the girls who will direct the Arrow for 
the coming year. To them, for their fine worli and coop- 
eration, this issue is gratefully dedicated. 

Editor's Note: 

To help clear up rumors that PCW would not open 
next year, that courses would be accelerated, and others 
like them, PCW President Spencer came into Student 
Government meeting one recent Thursday. Speaking 
calmly, straiglit-forwardly, he presented the facts, quick- 
ly reassured students. The Arrow would like to help him. 
in the effort to bring the matter squarely before PCWites. 
This is the sum of the information at present. Undoubt- 
edly the progress of the war will determine what changes 
must be made, and when. 

That there are many locations which need women for 
war industries and other war work is true. But that 
there are at present a great number of women, looking 
for work, who are unplaced, is equally true. These wo- 
men may be shifted to areas where they are needed. 
Thus, right now, there is no need to stop college girls 
from going ahead with their education. Present Seniors 
and Juniors are practically certain to graduate, will prob- 
ably be put on an accelerated schedule by cutting the 
length of exam periods and spring vacation. The sooner - 
the college-trained woman is able to step in with her- 
con.tribution, the better. 

For there is a greatly increased need of educated 
women in the war effort. The Association of American 
Colleges has recommended that special emphasis be- 
placed iipon English, mathematics, physics, chemistry, 
American history, foreign languages, and physical fitness. 
That vocational training should be combined with 
liberal arts is an obvious and vital fact. PCW, with its 
Careers of Distinction, has for a long time recognized and' 
stressed this combination, is in a good position to further 
this scheme. 

Next semester, courses will be opened to Seniors and 
Juniors to prepare them for work in war industries. Pos- 
sible choices include: Drafting, Production Engineering, 
Industrial Accounting, Chemical Analysis, Office Manage- 
.ment. Job Analysis, Motion and Time Studies, Funda- 
mentals of Industrial Manufacturing. 

November 18, 1942 


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Activities Council event for Octo- 
ber — tlie Circus — chairmaned by 
Jane Evans, head of Activities Coun- 
cil, and Jean Archer, general chair- 
man, and held on October 28, net- 
ted a profit of one hundred dollars, 
donated to the United War Fund 

Each of the four classes and the 
faculty presented side-shows. The 
Faculty transformed the back of the 
Speech Lab into "The Devil's Den" 
with an added attraction of the priv- 
ilege of throwing balls at three mask- 
ed professors. Seniors presented an 
old-fashioned burlesque in "Take- 
Off Tavern" in the front of the gym, 
complete with singing waiters, a 
bouncer and Queenie, star of bur- 
lesque. In the bacli of the gym, Jun- 
iors presented a real side-sliow of 
freaks, including the fattest and the 
thinnest women on earth, a book 
worm and a two-headed girl. 

Advertising "the only penguin 
alive who drinfe coffee, the Sopho- 
mores placed a cup in a box, with a 
sign saying that the penguin was out 
looking for coffee. "Darky Doin's ' 
with a "culled" chorus and a thrilling 
Mellerdrama were the Freshmen's 
contribution in the den. The Junior 
freak show was rated tops by the 
judges and their prize, a tropliy, will 
be placed on the trophy shelf out- 
side the Dean's office. 

Big Top presented variety stunts, 
clown and a Maypole dance followed 
by dancing until eleven. 

The one hundred dollars turned 
over to the United War Fund Drive, 
was contributed from the proceeds by 
the Faculty, $25.86; Seniors, $16.30; 
Juniors, $17.90; Sophomores, $11.00; 
and Freshmen, $14.14. 

Assisting Jean Archer were Nancy 
Stauffer, Glee Club; Amanda Harris, 
publicity; Louise Wallace and Justine 
Swan, decorations; Lorraine Wolf, Big 
Top; and Eleanor St. Clair, in charge 
of the dance. 

Faculty Dinner 

The Faculty held a dinner in honor 
of the Alumnae Board at 7:30 Novem- 
ber 9th at Andrew Mellon Hall. Dr. 
Spencer and Mrs. Muir, president of 
the Alumnae Board, spoke on the 
plans for closer cooperation between 
the Alumnae Administration and the 

Included in the program was poe- 
try read by Doctor Doxsee, and com- 
munity singing, with a social hour 


Breaking the jinx, the Fall Formal 
was held on Friday, November thir- 
teenth. Co-chairman Louise Wallace 
and Ruth Jenkins, assisted by Martha 
Jane Truxall, Joanne Knauss, Margie 
Sellecls;, and Pat Walton, decorated 
the Chapel in blacl'i and white, using 
as their tlieme the superstitions sur- 
rounding Friday, the thirteenth. Black 
cats and ladders greeted the dancers 
and programs were niade in the form 
of black eightballs. Music was pro- 
vided by Homer Ochsenhirt's orches- 
tra. The dance, sponsored by Sopho- 
more and Senior classes, was the first 
formal dance of the season. The pro- 
ceeds from it were put into a war 
bond, which was bought in the name 
of PCW. 

Freshman Entertainment 

From Brahms to Mr. Anthony in 
an hour! No, not a push-button radio 
but the Freshman Entertainment on 
Tuesday evening, November 10. The 
Brahms was provided by Joan Titus' 
violin solo and Mr. Anthony (Joan 
Harms) was kept busy cutting out 
paper dolls and solving the problems 
of Penny Myers, Fran Hilbisch, 
Emilie Sawders, and Nina McAdams. 
The three men in the audience suf- 
fered an embarrassing five minutes 
while Barbara Work conducted an 
expose, "A Short History of Man." 
A pantomime of "Sally and Susy," 
prize-v/inning Freshman funny song, 
was followed by a recitation by Mari- 
lou Haller. Something new and dif- 
ferent was interpolated by the '46ers 
in Martha Coate's chalk talk. 

An evening of life in the dorm was 
depicted by a dozen gals who should 
know — twelve Freshman dorm stu- 
dents. Music's charms to soothe tur- 
bulent upper-classmen's breasts must 
have been foreseen by Co-Chairmen 
Sally Villing and Marilou Haller, for 
Pat Walton set the scene with three 
easy - to - listen - to piano arrange- 
ments and leave was taken "on wings 
of song" (community singing) accom- 
panied' by Helen Parkinson at the pi- 
ano. The Freshmen have evidently 
taken the usual V for Victory to stand 
for variety, versatility, and vigorous- 

Further expounding the V for Vic- 
tory motif was the YW dinner which 
preceeded Freshman Entertainment. 
Chairman Betsy Kinney reported 
that sixty-one plates were served. 


New committees recently announc- 
ed in SGA are: 

Den Committee, whose purpose is 
not to actually keep the den clean, 
but to remind others to do their part 
in keeping it clean: Chairman, Patty 
Blue; Jane Blattner, Betty McCrory 
and Helen Jane Shriner. 

Smoking Room Committee, whose 
duty is the same but in regard to the 
smoking room: Chairman, Marian 
Lambie; Helen Clewer, Nina Mc- 
Adams and Betty Molvie. 

Library Committee, whose job it 
is to see that the students take care 
of the books and the library and to 
sponsor contests and exhibits during 
the year: Chairman, Janet McCor- 
mick; Marjorie Couch, Evelyn Click 
and Edith Succop. 

Permanent Nominating Committee: 
Chairman, Nina Maley; Mary Lou 
Burckhart, Louise Flood, Kelly Jones 
and Justine Swan. 

Curriculum Committee, which 
meets with the faculty to bring to 
them the student ideas on curriculum: 
Chairman, Libby Esler; Lois Alls- 
house, Miriam Egger, Peggy Suppes, 
and Winilred Watson. 

Vocational Committee, which ob- 
tains speakers to talk about the dif- 
ferent vocational fields: Chairman, 
Marjorie Noonan; Martha Coate, 
Rosemary Fillipelli, Dorothy Firth 
and Betsy Header. 

Address Book Committee: Chair- 
man, Peggy Dietz; Gladys BistUne, 
Jane Mueb and Mearl Perry. 

Discussion Group 

Well attended by more than sixty 
students from Pitt, Tech, Mount 
Mercy, Duquesne and PCW was the 
dinner and first meeting of the Inter- 
collegiate Discussion Group, held at 
PCW on November 9th. 

With PCW as the hostess, and un- 
der the chairmanship of Evelyn Glick, 
our collegiate neighbors were wel- 
comed at a sphaghetti dinner given in 
Berry Hall, followed by the discus- 
sion. The topic chosen for the No- 
vember meeting was "The Obstacles 
to Permanent Peace and Post-War 
Reconstruction." Ably examined by 
a young lady from Pitt was national- 
ism as an obstacle to permanent 
peace, by a Carnegie Tech student the 
economic obstacles, and by a Mount 
Mercy student the internal political 
obstacles. Also discussed were the 
geographic and human obstacles to 
peace by gentlemen from Pitt and 
Duquesne, respectively, while the 

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November 18, 1942 


meeting was conducted by Evelyn 

All schools were well represented 
in the eager discussion which was 
thrown open to the group after the 
main speeches had been given. 

Plans were formulated for the next 
meeting, which will be held at Du- 
quesne on December 2nd. At that 
time, solutions will be sought to those 
obstacles to permanent peace which 
were presented in the November 
meeting. Everyone will be welcome. 
Come and hear what we, the youth of 
America, must settle when the second 
World War is over. 

Vocational Interest Tests 

This year as in previous years, the 
Vocational Interest Test was given to 
Freshmen and transfer students on 
November 11 to determine their own 
individual pattern of likes and dis- 
likes as compared to the characteristic 
interests of success ul women in the 
various fields such as social work, sec- 
retarial work and nursing. Dr. An- 
drew was in charge of the giving and 
scoring of these tests. 

After scoring, each student will be 
scheduled for a guidance interview 
with Dr. Spencer who will give the 
student her ratings for the various 
fields and interpret the results. This 
test measures only one of the factors 
necessary for success, that of interest. 

Results of these tests obtained from 
the various colleges show that stu- 
dents who select fields in which they 
have a high interest rating achieve 
more in proportion to their ability 
than those who follow fields in which 
they have lower interest ratings. It 
has been shown that a successful 
worker is one who not only has abil- 
ity and special aptitudes but who al- 
so has interests which correspond to 
her work. 

Armistice Day 

"Today we are observing Armistice 
Day in a spirit of prayer, rather than 
of joy, as in former years." This was 
the theme of "Refiections on Armis- 
tice Day," the address given by Miss 
EfRe Walker, Chairman of the Morale 
Committee of the Defense Council, 
as part of a special Armistice Day 
chapel program, on Wednesday, No- 
vember eleventh. 

The remainder of the program in- 
cluded Hal Borland's stirring war 
poem, "The Endless Columns," read 
by Lorraine Wolf, and "The Guion 
Prayer," by David Guion, sung by 
Peg Johnson. 


Color Day, October 22, saw the 
Freshmen formally welcomed as the 
Class of 1946. Peggy Donaldson, 
Junior Class President, officially pre- 
sented to Anna Jane Goodwin the 
Freshman Class colors ol yellow and 
white. iBy way of recognition that 
she has passed her orientation exam- 
ination every freshman received her 
individual class colors, pinned on by 
Juniors Peggy Donaldson, Martha 
Harlan, Martha McCuUough and Bet- 
ty Spierling. 

For the featured song contest, each 
class was required to sing three 
songs, words and music of one orig- 
inal, words of the second original and 
a school song announced at the last 
minute as "For Days of Thrilling 
Happiness." Judges included Dr. 
Griggs, chairman. Miss Graham, Mrs. 
Ayers, Miss Welker and Dr. Arnold. 
Judged on words, music, adaptability 
to college singing and performance, 
the Freshmen won the prize — a five 
pound box of candy. 

Dr. and Mrs. Spencer were hosts 
to the Freshmen at a tea the after- 
noon of Color Day. Included in the 
receiving line were Mrs. Spencer, Dr. 
Spencer, Dean Marks and Peggy 
Donaldson, with Miss Shamburger 
and Miss Dysart pouring. 

Wood's Hole 

Senior Science Major Edith Cole 
recently told the Biology Seminar of 
her summer's experiences at the Ma- 
rine Biological Laboratory at Wood's 
Hole, Massachusetts. Speaking quiet- 
ly, with an undercurrent of enthusi- 
asm, Edith told of the advantages of 
Wood's Hole, where she lived from 
early June to the end of August, and 
of its varied geographical environ- 
m.ent, resulting in different types of 
animal, plant life for study. 

Planned (to promote biological re- 
search and to train students to be in- 
vestigators, the Marine Laboratory 
offers four courses: Botany, Physi- 
ology, Embryology, Invertebrate 
Zoology. "Edie" took the Embry- 
ology course under Dr. Hambur- 
ger, from Washington University. Her 
schedule: a lecture every morning, 
lab until 11 in the evening, evening 
seminars. Friday night the whole 
Laboratory gathered to hear famous 
lecturers. Innovation this year was 
a ten-day experiment period. 

Wood's Hole has a large library, 
sends a collecting crew out daily for 
live animals. 

Investigators, students lived -n- 
formally, wore Navy fatigue pants, 
ate in the Mess. Stationed near by, 
Navy, Marine, Coast Guard enliven- 
ed the dances. 

War was much apparent. Wood's 
Hole dimmed out every night, had 
practice air-raids, blackouts. Since 
Edith was there, many of the build- 
ings have been taken over by the 

Guinea Experiments 

Guinea pig experiments are being 
carried on daily in the Science build- 
ing by the four girls in the Biology 
3 class, and their instructors, Miss 
Busch and Miss Laskey. 

Since there were four pigs, each 
girl had one of her own to care for 
according to the direction of the ex- 
periment, until Friday, November 7, 
wlien Helen Clewer's little George 
"aied lor the sake of humanity" fr-^m 
a Vitamin B. deficiency. Janet Brew- 
scer s pig still receives a normal diet, 
while Georgia Raynor's and Virginia 
Ricks' receive Vitmain A and D de- 
ficiency diets, respectively. 

The same food values required in 
the human diet such as proteins, fats, 
carboiiydrates, and vitamins, are 
needed by these little white animals 
wiih rea eyes and no tails. They are 
sjiri'itly vegetarian and they receive 
no meat. Their diet consists of corn, 
cabbage, bread, mill^, carrots, lettuce, 
and ce.ery. Tne little fellow without 
Viia'min A doesn t get any corn, 
while the one without Vitamin D is 
not given celery, lettuce, or cabbage. 

Every day, each girl v/eighs her 
pig and records the results in com- 
pel ison with the normal one which 
is used as a check. She also exam- 
ines it lor noticeable changes in its 
fur, vitality, attitude, or appearance 
wni:h would indicate, in any way, a 
change from the normal. 

The results noted from these ex- 
periments, which last for six weeks, 
may profitably be applied to the hu- 
man body and thus enable the girls 
to see what an effect Vitamin de- 
ficiency can have on the life of an 

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November 18, 1942 


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Can you go back for a moment to 
last spring? The Arrow, in response 
to student demand, took a poll to see 
v/hat the student body Uked and dis- 
liked about chapels, what they 
thought could be done about them. 
Seventy-five per cent of the students 
voted that they thought there were 
too many chapels, wanted better 
speakers, entertaining and informa- 
tive programs. 

The problem was discussed at Re- 
treat, and the administration made 
reforms in the chapel services so that 
over-cutting might be eliminated: 
thsre is one less chapel every two 
weeks, programs have been consid- 
ered for their interest to the stu- 
dents, leaders try to avoid the read- 
a-noti;e-sing-a-hymn type of serv- 
ice. This year has brought nationally 
known religious figures, newspaper 
men, excellent speakers to the assem- 
bly haU. 

But over-cutting goes on and on. 
The students could show their appre- 
ciation for the reform made in their 
behalf by watching cuts more closely 
and abiding by chapel regulations. 
One cut is given for missing a regular 
service, two for missing SGA meet- 
ing. Any student v/ho misses a re- 
quired lecture automatically overcuts, 
and must attend unless she has an 

Hood and Tassel 

Hood and Tassel society netted a 
fairly large profit of $3.25 from their 
flower booth at the PCW Circus for 
the benefit of the United Fund Drive. 
The booth, in charge of Jane Fitzpat- 
rick, was located just inside the front 
door of Berry Hall. 

On Thursday evening, November 
19, Melva Werlinich, President of the 
Mortar Board Society of the Univer- 
sity of Pittsburgh, will be the guest 
of Hood and Tassel at dinner in 
Woodland Hall. They will have a 
short meeting after dinner to discuss 
general plans of Hood and Tassel and 
IVIortar Boar.d respectively, and of 
bigger things to come. 



5876 Northumberland Street 



Phone HAzel 1896 


In appreciation of the lovely drap- 
eries donated for the recital hall by 
a good friend of the college, the 
music students will present the first 
recital of the season during the lat- 
ter part of November. The program 
will feature piano and vocal solos, 
and numbers by the Ensemble. 

The piano depanjment is planning 
two workshops within the next two 
weeks, and the voice department 
plans one to be held a week before 
the- recital. The workshops are held 
for the benefit of the students, to 
give them an opportunity to become 
accustomed to performing before an 


The season's initial meeting and 
dinner of the International Relations 
Club was held November 13 at the 
Fairfax Hotel with Madamo Owens 
as the principal speaker of the eve- 
ning. Following the dinner, IVIadame 
Owens spoke on "France and the 
Present War" with special reference 
to indifference as a cause for defeat. 

IRC was an organization in PCW 
under the sponsorship of Dr. Evans 
for those especially interested in for- 
eign affairs. When clubs were dis- 
solved, only the alumnae group con- 
tinued to meet monthly, at the pres- 
ent under leadership of President 
Eleanor Hackett. 

Mu Sigma 

Mu Sigma, the honorary science or- 
ganization at PCW, organized in 1930, 
has as president this year pretty Sen- 
ior, June Hunker. Other officers are; 
Betty Johnescu, Vice-President; Jean 
Dewoody, Secretary; and Helen 
Smith, Treasurer. Mu Sigma is or- 
ganized to recognize outstanding 
juniors and seniors who are majoring 
in chemistry, biology, dietetics, and 
nursing. Each spring the members 
vote ;or two exceptionally able Jun- 
iors, each of whom receives a $25 
scholarship. Mu Sigma also serves 
the students of PCW by selling them 
at very low cost several articles 
made here in the laboratory — vanish- 
ing cream, cold cream, face cream, 
peppermint, cinnamon, clove, and 
spearmint tooth powder. These items 
are on sale every Tuesday and Fri- 
day morning just inside the entrance 
of Berry Hall. 

On Color Day, President Hunker 
tapped the following Juniors to mem- 
bership in Mu Sigma; Virginia Alex- 
ander, Gladys Bistline, Mary Eliza- 
beth Brown, Agnes Conner, Jeanne 
De Haven, Sally Frick, Evelyn Glick, 
Virginia Gray, Nellie Ireland, Betty 
Johnescu, Donna Kindle, Ruth Lynch, 
Helen Mackie, Shirley Mays, Jeanne 
McKeag, Nancy Raup, Mary Louise 
Osterling, Jean Rigaumont, LUlian 
Sheasby, Helen Smith, Marion 
Springer, Elizabeth Louise Yeiser. 
Margaret Suppes, a Senior, was also 
tapped. Membership of Mu Sigma 
now stands at twenty-eight girls. 


Thank Them With Flowers 


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November 18, 1942 

Barbara Caldwell 

Louise Caldwell, chairman of the 
Junior Prom; Barbara Caldwell, 
chairman of the Junior Prom. Yes, it 
runs in the family! Louise, Barbara's 
sister, graduated in 1941, and was al- 
so an Economics and Sociology ma- 
jor. Barbara hails from Edgewood 
where she attended Edgewood High 
School before coming to PCW. She 
has been a lady of many activities, 
a member of the Permanent Nomin- 
ating Committee in her freshman 
year, president of the sophomore 
class, and also member of the Stu- 
dent Government Association and 
Activities Council. To top it all off, 
she helped out by being a Freshman 
Counsellor this year. 

Her main ambition for this sum- 
mer is to get a job in a plane fac- 
tory, blue jeans and overalls and 
all. In spare moments she indulges 
in music, loves it so much that re- 
cently she started taking piano les- 
sons. Harry James rates top high 
when it comes to orchestras; swim- 
ming and tennis are among her 
favorite sports, and most sea food 
■will satisfy her appetite, especially 
shrimp. This Junior is among those 
fortunate girls who can knit lovely 
sweaters, has already finished one 
and is halfway through another. 
•Casual and tailored are her clothes, 
which always do her justice. Bar- 
bara is quite thrilled about the prom, 
but not to outdo us, she hasn't a 
date yet either! 

On Barbara's committee for the 
Prom are: Mary Campbell, Betsy 
Header, Ann Richardson and Patsy 

New Secretary- 

Miss Edith M. Beard has taken 
over the position of secretary to Dr. 
Spencer that was formerly occupied 
by iVIiss Sara Anderson. 

Miss Beard, a Kappa Alpha Theta, 
is a graduate of Denison University, 
Granville, Ohio, and took graduate 
work at the University of Pittsburgh. 
She has done secretarial work and 
befoi'e coming to PCW completed 
four years of teaching commerial sub- 
jects at Pennsylvania Training 

Miss Beard thinks PCW has ideal 
surroundings in which to work, and 
altliough she has only been here a 
month, she is delighted with the 
grand spirit of the students and fac- 
ulty, is sure she is going to like be- 
ing at PCW. 


The Arrow reporter chewed the 
last scale of yellow paint from her 
pencil, gave her sweater a sudden 
downward tug, pulled it up again to 
the hem of her skirt, and tiptoed to 
the office of Miss Rachel Kirk. 
PCW's new field secretary. 

view-you-for-the-Arro'w," muttered 
the reporter to a vague figure seated 
at a tidy desk. The figure looked up 
and said, "I beg your pardon?" 

"Miss - Kirk-I-have-come-to-inter- 
view - you - for - the - Arrow," repeated 
Arrcworker with eyes creased shut. 

"Why, I'm greatly flattered," said 
a pleasant voice, "Won't you sit 

The reporter did and snapped open 
her eyes. The shadows had disap- 
peared, but in their place was a very 
attractive young woman with a cute 
smile, dark hair, and a look of effi- 
ciency which was definitely not the 
obnoxious kind. 

"Aren't interviews something," 
smiled Miss Kirk, "You know, every 
time I interviewed anyone I had a 
list of questions I never could re- 
member to ask." 

"You too?" said the reporter, "Well 
isn't that interesting? Ah, but I 
just remembered one I had all plan- 
ned. Miss Kirk, what have you been 
doing since you graduated from PCW 
in 1940?" 
Society Editor of BI 

Miss Kirk then listed so many ac- 
tivities that the scribe's pen finger 
developed a huge bulge. Miss Kirk 
upon graduation entered an advertis- 

ing agencey where she tapped out 
commercial propaganda for three 
months. Then she jointed the staff 
of the Bulletin Index where she soon 
became the editor of the women's 
page of society, clubs, fashions and 

"It was a wonderlui experience 
and gave me a lot of good practice," 
said the new Field Secretary. 
Active in Dramatics 

In between "practicing," Miss Kirk 
partitioned her time into a million 
parts, some of it going to the Edge- 
wood Community Players, of which 
she is vice president and featured 
actress in two recent plays. Candle- 
light and George and Margaret, and 
some to the PCW Alumnae Board to 
co-edit the Alumnae Recorder. A 
great big chunk went to the Pitts- 
burgh Children's Theater, a group- 
troupe with whom she travelled over 
Western Pennsylvania as a "servant 
to a princess" and as a "slave girl." 

"That must have been loads of run, 
trouping around that way," said the 

"It was," replied Miss Kirk, "and 
most interesting too. You should 
have seen some of those dressing 
rooms, though, were they peculiar! 
One place we had to dress on the 

"How embarrassing!!" replied the 

"Oh well, of course we did it be- 
hind a curtain." 

Just then Mrs. Shupp walked in 
with a paper. 

"And you know what else I belong 
to?" Miss Kirk cried. "I am a full- 
fledged member of the Women's Press 
Club and Mrs. Shupp is just an asso- 

"How too true," sighed Mrs. S. who 
left the room with bowed head. 

"Miss Kirk," said the girl-biograph- 
er, "I've heard rumors about your 
PCW days and I'd like a first-hand 
confinnation of them." 

It was true. Besides being a 
Dean's-lister, a Sophomore Honors 
recipient, a highest honor graduate, 
the winner of both the Pittsburgh Fe- 
male College Association prize and 
the Anna Dravo Parkin Memorial 
Award for History, this English and 
history major was also the co-editor 
of the Arrow, (having been News 
Editor the year before), writer on 
the Minor Bird (literary magazine 
since discontinued), and member of 
the Englisli, German and Dramatic 
clubs. It was she who started the 
idea of Senior entertainment w^hich 
has become one of the most popular 
(Continued on Page 10) 

November 18, 1942 


Page Seven 


Chapel Speakers 

Dr. Clair B. Gahagan, well known 
to PCW's faculty and students from 
Ills many visits here in previous years, 
both as a speaker and minister and as 
a parent and friend (who picked us 
up on the way up the hill) will be 
back to speak on Wednesday, No- 
vember 18 in Chapel. Dr. Gahagan 
is assistant minister at the Third 
Presbyterian Church. 

Author of a resolution for world 
federation which is seriously being 
considered by people of Pennsylva- 
nia and other states, Mr. Robert Lee 
Humber of Greenville, N. C, is sched- 
uled to speak on Thursday morning, 
November 19. Mr. Humber is a stu- 
dent of political and international 
law and was a Rhodes scholar. He 
has spent much of his life in Europe 
and was Director of the Institute of 
World Affairs in Austria. 

The pua'pose of the resolution is to 
commit this country to a willingness 
to discuss world cooperation at the 
enii of the war. 

Explaining how PCW students 'an 
contribute to the Blood Bank, Dr. L. 
M. Smith, of the Board of Education, 
spoke in Chapel on Friday, November 
6th. Following the meeting, cards 
were given to would-be donors by 
Dr. Smith and two members of the 
Red Cross, the organization sponsor- 
ing the Blood Bank drive. 

Dr. Ralph W. Sockman, of New 
York City's Madison Avenue M. E. 
church, was Chapel speaker on Mon- 
day, November 9th. 

Telling what he believed the out- 
come of the present war would be. 
Dr. Sockman emphasized economic 
plentitude and a new appreciation of 
the simplicities of life. "We are not 
living a melodrama," he said, "but a 
great tragedy, and only through faith 
can we proceed, for it is impossible 
to see the end." 

His closing thought was that, al- 
though the world is enclosed in 
flames, the actual basis and truth of 
civilization is fireproof; the close of 
this war will not mean, the end of the 
world, but the dawn of a new day. 

Dr. Sockman is a graduate of Ohio 
Wesleyan, Columbia University, and 
Union Theological Seminary. He re- 
ceived his D.D. from Wesleyan Uni- 
veristy in 1934, and his L.H.D. in 1937 
from Rollins. He is the author of sev- 
eral books, including "Live for To- 
morrow," and "Men of the Mys- 


Little did an American naval offi- 
cer know, when two years ago he 
gave Maria Jose Fauseca Paiva an 
American dollar telling her "It will 
bring you good luck" that she would 
reach her life time ambition to come 
to the states. She still treasures the 
dollar for the good luck, prophesied 
some time ago, that it brought. 

But it wasn't just luck that brought 
Maria Jose to the states. "All my 
life," Maria intently explained, "I 
knew I would come, and for the last 
five years I have thought of nothing 
Dream IHaterializes 

Maria's dream came true when she 
was granted a scholarship through 
Miss Edna Dugge of the Institute of 
International Education, and Nelson 
Rockefeller, coordinator of Inter- 
American affairs, paid her passage 
from Brazil to the states. 

From the time she left Rio de Jan- 
'eiro until her arrival in Pittsburgh, 
Maria boarded four different planes 
and one train, stopping at Fortalesa, 
Brazil, Port of Spain, Trinidad, La 
Guaira, Venezuela, and Miami, Flo- 

Maria's eyes sparkled enthusiasti- 
cally as she explained her impression 
of Miami. "The resemblance of Mi- 
ami to Rio de Janeiro much surprised 
me. But, I think I have never seen 
so many sailors, soldiers and girls in 
one place before. I enjoyed myself 
the first night I was there because the 
American sailors gave a party to the 
Brazilian sailors and I attended. 
There is also another incident that 

happened to me there that I will al- 
ways remember. Just as I was board" 
ing the northbound train, they called 
my name — 'Calling Maria Paiva, call- 
ing Maria Paiva, telegram for Maria 
Paiva at the office.' I was afraid, I 
think something is wrong in my coun- 
try, but it turned out to be only from 
some people that I had met in Trini- 
dad, wishing me good luck." 

When queried about mishaps dur- 
ing her trip, Maria looked somewhat 
distressed as she replied, "Yes, I left 
many important papers and pictures 
at Caracas, which is for me quite 
serious. However, the Brazilian am- 
bassador is shipping them to me." 
Gathers Souveniers 

During her trip Maria Jose collected 
many odd souvenirs. Among these 
she has beautiful hand made lace, a 
skinned wild cat, autographs, and 
Brazilian straw hats. Of all her sou- 
venirs she exhibits her coin collec- 
tion with most pride. Two coins from 
Uraguay were given to her by an 
American sailor from Munhall, Penn- 
sylvania, and an English sailor gave 
Maria Jose money from England, 
South Africa and Trinidad. She has 
money from Peru, Bolivia, and Co- 
lombia given to her by a Peruvian 
diplomat, whom Maria met on the 
train from Miami to Washington. She 
also obtained Venezuelan and Bra- 
zilian coins. 

Since childhood Maria has had an 
unusually different life. Maria re- 
lated, "1 could read when I had five 
years and started to private school 
when six years old till I was ten. 
Aside from this, I went to practical 
arts school to study music and draw- 
ing. I attended Catholic school for 
five years to learn how to teach 
young children, but I decided this 
was not the vocation for me. Then 
I attended college to prepare for col- 
lege teaching but 1 changed my mind. 
When I finished here I told my father 
I wish to go to the big city, Rio de 
Janeiro. There I a:n the secretary 
to the director of propaganda — in 
America the same as advertising — 
with the Mestre & Blatge Company, 
which sells American automobiles 
and yachts." 

She obtained the position of assist- 
ant to the General Director of Brazil's 
Department of Press and Propaganda. 
The duty of this department is to 
write information for radio, press, 
magazines, theaters and cinemas, and 
to inform the people about the prob- 
lems of the government and of the 

(Continued on Page 10) 

Page Eight 


November 18, 1942 



Outsanding event of the end of the 
year promises to be the War Relief 
Bazaar, to be held Wednesday, De- 
cember 2, at 2:00 in Berry Hall. Spon- 
sored by tjie PCW War Relief Com- 
mittee, the bazaar will be for the re- 
lief of war victims, both at home 
and abroad. Alumnae, faculty, stu- 
dents and their friends ^ill be guests 
of the War Relief Committee, who 
hope that the attendance at the ba- 
zaar will be large enough to enable 
PCW. to make a sizeable contribution 
to so worthy a cause. 

Students are aslved to bring to Miss 
Weigand's office new articles to be 
sold at the bazaar. Alumnae are 
asked to bring packages to IVIrs. Bald- 
win, in the Alumnae OflBce. Any ar- 
ticle that has never been used before 
and is just lying idly around the house 
may be very useful to someone else; 
an unused gift, for instance, would be 
perfect! If possible, the approximate 
value of each contribution should be 
attached to it when brought to iVtiss 
Weigand's office. Since all the ar- 
ticles will be new, this is not a rum- 
mage sale, but prices will be marked 
'way down to assure patrons that 
they are receiving bargains. 

Under the leadership of able War 
Relief Chairmen Owens and Fulton, 
several committees have been ap- 
pointed. The Announcement Commit- 
tee is chairmaned by Evlyn Fulton 
and Mrs. Ayars. Publicity has been 
coordinated by Mrs. Rand and Louise 
Flood. Serving under them are Mrs. 
Shupp, Rachel Kirk, and Marian 
Lambie, in charge of newspaper pub- 
licity; Mrs. Brecht and Nancy Stauf- 
fer, in charge of circulars; Miss Dy- 
sart, Lorraine Wolf, Peggy Craig, 
June Collins, and Francesca Hilbish, 
who are in charge of the personal ap- 
proach; Mrs. Harris, in charge of 
posters; Mary Jane Daley, in charge 
of contacting the alumnae. Chairmen 
of Gift Collecting Committee are Miss 
Weigand and Dale Kirsopp, with in- 
structors Held, Ayars, and Rand serv- 
ing under them. Miss Staoles and 
Peg Johnson will take care of the dis- 
plays, with Mrs. Benn supplying the 
needed "props." Treasurer of the af- 
fair is Dr. Evans. Price Committee 
members are Dr. Evans, Mrs. Brecht, 
Miss Kirk, Miss Dysart, and Dr. Kin- 
der. Mrs. Owens, Dr. Evans, and 
Evlyn Fulton will assort all articles. 

Gifts will be sold by means of auc- 
tion, set price, and grab bag. An all- 
freshman responsibility, the pop-corn 
and beverage booth will be chairman- 
ed by Martha Yorkin. Auction-co- 

ordinator Scholl will be aided by auc- 
tioneers Wolf, Daley, Kirk, Shupp, 
and Arnold. Dr. Evans and Jane 
Blattner are in charge of the grab 
bag table. Dr. Evans, Claire Hor- 
witz, and Ann McClymonds are in 
charge of articles for sale at the 

PCW students w^ho have been look- 
ing for a way to aid the war effort 
will find this an opportunity they 
cannot afford to miss. 

First Aid Courses 

With a special aim to serve and 
protect civilians in time of war, PCW 
presents again this year its First Aid 
Training Class. Faculty who have 
as yet not received instruction will 
be given an opportunity to partici- 
pate, and t'ne Faculty Permanent 
First Aid Detachment will review 
and reorganize their division which 
WFS started last winter. Sixteen stu- 
dents have signed up for the course, 
classes of which begin the week of 
November 16. 

Plans are still being made to of- 
fer PCW students the Red Cross 
Home Nursing Course which was 
started second semester last year. In- 
structions will begin when a Regis- 
tered Nurse can be obtained who can 
spare time from her work to come 
and teach once a week. 

Advanced swimmers will be offer- 
ed a Water Safety Class after 
Thanksgiving. No definite plans have 
as yet been made concerning the 
time for the class. 

Siren Test 

At 10:10, Wednesday, November 
4th, the new air siren at PCW was 
given its first test. The machinery 
which produces the air pressure to 
operate the siren has finally been 
installed in the attic of Dilworth 
Hall while the amplifier has been 
placed on the roof. The siren is en- 
tirely automatic, operated from a 
center in downtown Pittsburgh by 
magnetic control. It is also equip- 
ped with a hand control so that it 
may be operated from here if an 
emergency arises. 

Carrying a pressure of 175 pounds, 
the siren has a range of three miles 
but there are also two others in this 
district, one at the Linden School 
and anotheri at the Point Breeze 
Church. The siren will be tested at 
intervals to make sure that it will be 
ready to warn of an attack if it is 
ever necessary. 


Dr. Andrew, chairman of the Con- 
rcrvation Committes of the PCW De- 
fense Council, is in charge of a 
transportation survey at PCW for the 
Allegheny County Wer Transporta- 
tion Committee. This committee is 
asking all the institutions in Alle- 
gheny Coi'r.ijy to make a survey to 
plan a share-the-ride program be- 
cause its purpose is to provide trans- 
portation for everyone, worker and 
student alike, in this emergency. 

Quei'tionnaires, filled out by the 
students, faculty, and staff, will tell 
how caclr one gets here, how far 
their homes are from transportation 
facilities, or if they drive a car, how 
many others they can bring. Dor- 
mitory students' methods of going 
home on week ends will be studied so 
tnat a more satisfactory plan of 
transportation may be worked out. 

All of Allegheny County and the 
other counties in which Allegheny 
county workers or students live have 
been divided into ninety-nine zones. 
The zones include the different sec- 
tions of Pittsburgh, boroughs, vil- 
lages, townships and the adjoining 
counties. The zones were divided, 
not according to size, 'but to popula- 

A statistical committee will be ap- 
pointed to summarize the data ob- 
tained from the questionnaires. A 
list of the people in the various zones 
will be posted and it will be up to 
them to contact the others in their 
zones who drive a car. The commit- 
tee will keep a record of the people 
sharing rides and will try to provide 
transportation for those who have no 
convenient method now. 


207 Fifth Ave. Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Domestic and Foreign Editions __ 
Phone: ATIantic 7823 

SMRPOtiCIFTSHOF 'Ji/x'i^sl/atk 

Pens of best makes $1 to $10 

Names Imprinted Free on Pens 



November 18, 1942 


Page Nine 


Lorraine Wolfe 


Speech majors' play time again and, 
though a play may be a tradition and 
war definitely something out of the 
ordinary, the play and the war effort 
will work hand in hand. Admission 
to Letters of Lucerne will be a ticket 
(or a student's activities card), 5c 
Perfcirmances will be given in PCW's 
chapel on Friday evening, November 
20th and Saturday evening, Novem- 
ber 5,1st at 8:30. 

Letters to Lucerne takes place in an 
American girls' school in Switzerland 
at the outbreak of the present war. 
All nationalities are represented at 
this school, and the play shows how 
war changes friendships that have 
been strong before. However, be- 
sides the grim picture of war there 
is also a romance. 

Letters to Lucerne is on the list of 
this year's plays of several outstand- 
ing drama organizations of the city 
among which are the Catholic Thea- 
ter Guild and Pittsburgh Playhouse, 
but PCW will be the second group to 
present the play to date. 

The principals include Helen Jane 
Taylor and Carolyn Cosel as Olga; 
Jane Evans and Joan Harms as 
Erna; Patty Smith and Billie Laps- 
ley as Bingo; Louise Flood and Mary 
Ann Church as Sally; Marilou Haller 
and Marion Lean as Marion; Mary 
Jane Youngling and Marion Staples 
as Felice; Frances PoUick and Mary 
Jane McFarland as Miss Linder; Lor- 
raine Wolf as Mrs. Hunter; Margie 
Selleck as Marguerite, and George 
Fieldman, a Senior at Peabody High 
School, as Hans. 

Last to be mentioned but most im- 
portant to a play — the director — is 
Miss Robb. Assisting Director Robb 

in her task is a Senior speech major 
student, Lorraine Wolf. Director and 
co-director are seen late almost every 
day rehearsing lines and scenes. 
There being a double cast in most 
instances, only the directors need at- 
tend all rehearsals. 

The newly organized stage craft 
class under the instructorship of Mr. 
Kimberly will do the entire setting — 
PCW will present a play without 
stagehands from Tech. Among the 
crew are Lorny Wolf, stage manager; 
Ruth Mendelson in charge of lights; 
Margie Sellecli, gathering costumes; 
Patsy Speers working on properties 
and Claire Horwitz assisted by Mar- 
garet Browne handling the business 

Letters to Lucerne will also be pre- 
sented on Saturday afternoon at the 
semi-annual high school reception. At 
all performances of the play pop-corn 
will be sold under the chairmanship 
of Virginia Ricks. 

Clement Wood 

On Monday and Tuesday, Novem- 
ber 23rd and 24th, Clement Wood, 
American poet and novelist, will 
speak before PCW's faculty and stu- 
dent body in Chapel and English sem- 
inars, on The Essentials of Modern 
Poetic Technique and The Poet in a 
World at War. 

Mr. Wood, who is a graduate of the 
University of Alabama and Yale Uni- 
versity, and a member of Phi Beta 
Kappa, has been lawyer, magistrate, 
teacher, lecturer, concert baritone, 
and free-lance writer. Although his 
best known works are poetry. The 
Smithy of God and the Eagle Sonnets, 
which have been called "the greatest 
sonnets since Shakespeare," he has 
also written biographies, novels, his- 
tories of the United States and of the 
world, short stories, a slang diction- 
ary Don't Tread on Me — a study of 
aggressive legal action for labor 
unions, books on the meaning and in- 
terpretation of dreams, and recently 
The Strange Death of Adolph Hitler, 
which was published anonymously in 

With his wife, Gloria Goddard, Mr. 
Wood has written several books of 
games and puzzles. To the field of 
music, he has contributed the words 
to several well-known Nebro songs, 
among them "Short'nin' Bread," "The 
Glory Road," and "Gwine to Heaven," 
and also "Cahawba Days," a song 
cycle. His comic opera "Ivanhoe" 
was produced in 1927. 

Since 1941, Clement Wood has been 
Resident Poet at the CoUege of Wil- 

liam and Mary, Richmond Division. 
In his teaching career, he has been 
vice-principal of the Dwight Scliool, 
principal of the Upper School of the 
Barnard School for Boys, both in 
New York City, and Secretary to the 
New York Preparatory School. He 
has been a contributing editor to 
Popular Biography, Better English, 
Interchange, and many other maga- 
zines. He has been a staff writer for 
Liberty and Physical Culture, and 
was Editor-in-chief of the Lantern 
Library in 1935. 

Accompanied by his wife, Mr. Wood 
will be guest of honor at a reception 
attended by resentatives of the Poetry 
Society of Great Britain and America, 
the National League of American 
Pen Women, and the Bo-okfellows' 
Library Guild. 


Every Wednesday afternoon, the 
Instrumental Ensemble, under the di- 
rection of Miss Lillie B. Held, meets 
in the recital hall of the Art Center to 
practice for programs in which vari- 
ous members of the group will par- 

This year the Ensemble has plan- 
ned a very interesting program. 
Helen Witte, Joan Titus, and Joan 
Bowdle are the violinists, while Mar- 
jorie Ruppelt and Miles Janouch play 
the cello and viola respectively. 
Flutists are Edith Succop and Mary 
Lou Osterling, and Pauline Basenko 
plays the clarinet. The piano accom- 
panists are Janet Bovard and Marion 
Cohen. The group is now working on 
various numbers including the Mo- 
zart Quintet for Clarinet and Strings, 
a Haydn Quartet, a Bach Quintet for 
Flute and Strings, and a Beethoven 
Trio. They plan to use these numbers 
in a chapel program in the near fu- 
ture, and to assist in the Christmas 
Program. Members of the group will 
participate in the Music Students' 
first recital of the year, to be held in 
the latter part of November. 

On Friday, November 6, 1942, Ma- 
rion Cohen and Helen Witte, two 
members of the Ensemble, furnished 
music for the Nurses' Graduation at 
Foster Memorial Hall. 


3614 Fifth Avenue 

5872 Northumberland Street 

5618 Wilkins Avenue 

Pittsburffh. Pa. 

Page Ten 


November 18, 1942 



Big game today! Positively the 
last showing of the 1942 Hockey 
Stars on Parade. You are just in 
time. A few seats in the orchestra 
but plenty of room in the balcony. 
The feature attraction of the season. 
The one, the only, the inimitable 1942 
Hockey Stars appearing in "The Hon- 
orary Game." Included in the cast of 
characters are: 


Gilmore Right Wing Purvis 

Rigaumont . Center Forward . . .Archer 

Raup Left Wing ....... Lynch 

McCullough Right Halfback. 


Craig Left Halfback . . . Springer 

Rowand.. .Center Halfback .Alexander 

Ross Goalie. . . . Donaldson 

Fitzpatrick Fellows 

Vogt Perry 

Thomas Noll 

Hendryx Ingraham 

Briefly reviewing the 1942 hockey 
season, the first games saw the Fresh- 
men triumphing over the Seniors, 3-0, 
and the Sophomores losing by default 
to the Juniors, 1-0. The Freshman- 
Senior fracas showed a fighting spirit 
on the part of the upperclassmen but 
they were outnumbered if not out- 
played by the yearlings. 

November the 4th saw the crack 
Jimior team take over the Fighting 
Frosh, 6-3, and the Seniors stage a 
comeback to defeat the Sophomores, 
5-0. These were the two best games 
this year in the light of teamwork, 
passing, good stickwork, and all- 
around flght. The Yellow and White 
of '46 played well but experience and 
team-play were the deciding points 
in favor of Captain Alexander's 
crew. Dogged determination filled in 
where the Class of '43 lacked players 
and once they were started there was 
no stopping them. Five points -were 
steam-rollered by Jane Beck, who, 
incidentally, put up an admirable 
front as substitute goalie. 

The 11th of November was the cru- 
cial day. There was one big "If" 
hanging on the shoulders of the Se- 
nior team that w^ould throw three 
teams into a tie for the champion- 
ship. Doubtless the Rose and White 
were a bit weighed down by this bur- 
den, for down they went in front of 
slipping, sliding, but powerful Ju- 
nior team, 5-1. All we can say for 
them is, "Well, they tried hard." But 
trying isn't enough when faced by the 
team that has the ball. And speaking 
of being on the ball, wow! Look at 

those Freshmen. In a wide-open, 
every - man - for - himself game the 
youngsters carved a new and open 
highway through the Sophomore 
goalposts as they shot 12 markers 
through on the fast freight while 
Capt. Ann Thomas and her team- 
mates rode the caboose with 4. 
Shootin' Stars 

Highlight of the season was the 
amazing Freshman team and the 
ohanapion Junior aggregation. But 
spotlights fall on two Freshmen and 
a Junior for individual honors. 
Total Goals Scored 

Helen Gilmore, Frosh 8 

Jean Purvis, Frosh 7 

Jean Rigaumont, Jr 6 

Jean Archer, Sr 4 

Ruth Lynch, Jr. . 3 

Becky Fellows, Frosh 2 

Emily Noll, Soph 2 

J. Fitzpatrick, P. Craig, A. Thomas, 
N. Herdt, D. Rowand, N. Maley, and 
V. Alexander all followed with one 
goal apiece. 
Board Banter and Pool Patter 

"From the halls of Andrew Mellon 
to the shores of the Caribbean Sea." 
No matter where you go, it's always 
fun to swim. Now is the time for you 
to get your winter practice. A. A. is 
sponsoring a big swimming meet to 
be held the end of this month. In- 
dividual and class competition. All 
you need is a cap and three hours of 
practice — just so you won't drown in 
the first race but will wait until the 
last. Just hopalong and get in those 
practice hours and Ginny Alexander 
will announce the date of the meet in 
the very near future. 
Socially Speaking 

A. A.'s going to throw a big party. 
Remember what everyone said last 
year. "This is the best party and the 
most fun and the cheapest." Keep De- 
cember 4th open. 

Maria Jose 

(Continued from Page 7) 
Because she was a government em- 
ployee for four years, Maria Jose has 
an accurate l^nowledge of Brazil's war 
and international policy. She explain- 
ed, "Brazil strongly believes in the 
Pan-Americani policy. She is against 
anything pertaining to Fascism and 
Nazism and through trade and po- 
litical relations wishes to be friends 
with the states. The people of Brazil 
know more about the states than the 
States do about Brazil. Practically 
everyone is interested in learning 
English and the American way of 

Through her work Maria Jose be- 

came interested in social and political 
problems, especially women's social 
problems. In the United States she 
is taking courses which will broaden 
her knowledge of this an of the 
states. Sociology, journalism, gener- 
al English, speech and American his- 
tory are the subjects she is taking. 
While in Brazil she headed the 
YWCA Intellectual Department, talk- 
ing to forty business girls about life, 
folklore and the administration. 
Maria belongs to the Brazilian Red 
Cross, volunteer service, which is en- 
gaged now with the "Legiano Bra- 
zileira de Armistericia," and brought 
her snappy dark blue uniform and 
overseas cap with her. This is an 
organization founded by the wife of 
the "Presidente Vargas" to take care 
of the families of the soldiers and 
sailors who have gone to fight. 

Maria considers the virriting of 
books another one of her avocations. 
She is now writing one and after be- 
ing in the states awhile intends to 
start another. "What Can I Do for 
You" will be the title of the book 
concerning the United States. 

"I received the idea for the title 
the first evening that I ate here. The 
girls sang a — how do you say? — wel- 
come song "Wliat Can I Do for You." 
That gave me a deep emotion and I 
decidted that should be the name f 
my book. The states are always help- 
ing or willing to help other countries 
so that it just seems to me they ask. 
that question all the time." 

Rachel Kirk 

(Continued from Page 6) 
PCW events of the year. Drama has 
been a hobby of hers for some time. 

"As a matter of iact," she confided, 
"The real reason for my taking this 
job is to get into the faculty play." 

"Well," said the reporter getting 
up, "Have you anything else to add, 
Miss Kirk?" 

"I don't think I know any more 
of my Purple Past," said Miss Kirk. 
Corresponds With Captain 

"Oh, I remember one question," 
asked the Jane Arden of PCW. "What 
are you doing for the war?" 

"Well, I'm almost ready to give my 
fourth pint of blood, and I'm knitting 
a little bit, and oh yes, I'm corre- 
sponding with a Captain in the U. S. 
Army Engineers somewhere overseas 
— he's my fiance!" 

Then in the sparkle of Miss Kirk's 
engagement ring and personality, the 
Arrow reporter beamed out of the 

November 18, 1942 


Page Eleven 


Dear Editor: 

I have several complaints to make 
about the two dollar tax w^hich is be- 
ing levied this year on each resident 
student for the privilege of having a 
radio in her dormitory room. 

First, I want to know what the 
tax is for. Before registration, we 
found the new fee listed among the 
others we pay every year. I arrived 
at school expecting some explana- 
tion, and waited. I'm still waiting. I 
know that I and most of the other 
girls use our radios, at the most, about 
eight hours a week. Does this usage 
of a small appliance burn up two 
dollars' worth of current in sixteen 

Secondly, I object to this fee be- 
cause our board and room costs were 
raised this year, and we were led to 
believe that this increase was to take 
care of added living expenses due to 
the war. The price of electric current 
has not been raised, and there is no 
tax on electricity; even if there were, 
the aforementioned increase should 
cover it. So why the sudden burden 
on us? 

If we are to be charged for having 
certain conveniences, we are entitled 
to an accounting of the use of our 
money. A statistical report on the 
cost of operating small radios might 
prove enlightening to those people 
who decided to levy the tax, just as a 
fair report on "where the money 
goes" would be appreciated by us. 
Poor Student. 

Dear Editor: 

Why is it that we can't seem to 
keep our mouths shut? 

Despite the fact that we are at a 
school which should be among the 
most war-conscious in the state, de- 
spite the fact that we are so-called 
intelligent, enlightened college wo- 
men, every day up the stairs and 
down the halls current Hoi-rible Ru- 
mor makes it merry way. 

Recent Rumor Number One was 
that we at PCW, due to an accelerated 
program, were allowed one day's va- 
cation at Thanksgiving, one on 
Christmas Day, and none during the 
rest of the year. I heard seventeen 
different variations on the same 
theme, by actual count! 

And I want to know why! Don't 
we Icnow that every time we pass 
along that juicy bit, we're simply in- 
dulging in plain, simple gossip? 

We're all been looking for some- 
thing to do ■ in this war, and here it 
is: let's shut up! 

J. S. 

Dear Arrow Editors: 

After much careful observations, it 
seems to me that the "lunch-i'oom 
line" this year is progressing at a 
rate that makes the proverbial tor- 
toise seem an antelope by compar- 
son. It is disheartening to contem- 
plate attaching oneself to this queue; 
i'. is maddening to inch along in it. 
The only cheery note is the throng 
you gleefully note accumulating be- 
hind you. 

And so, I have these suggestions to 
offer . . . there are others, I am 

money out, and put it on your tray 
as you step into line. 

PENSWE POLLY: Try to decide 
on your choices while waiting in line 
— there's plenty of time! 

line is not the place for long, detailed 
conversation. Save your "social 
work" till later. 

a special request "coming up," step 
out of line, and let other lunchers go 
by while you wait. 

It should help a lot! 

Slowly Starving Sue. 

Dear Editor: 

Why aren't shorthand and typing 
two separate courses? Considering 
all the work one has to put into these 
courses, it certainly seems that more 
than three credits a semester should 
be allotted. This is an instance when 
the old slogan "Give credit where 
credit is due" ought to be applied. 

Upon questioning several of my 
friends, I found that they put be- 
tvireen ten and fifteen hours a week 
on their assignments, only to receive 
three credits in return. Why not be 
fair about this, PCW, and give your 
budding secretaries their just des- 

Respectfully yours, 

Jean Burnside, '44. 

Dear Editors: 

It seems to me that one of the out- 
standing duties of a college in times 
like these is to give students a thor- 
ough training in the background and 
machinery of all types of government. 
This is important not only because it 
teaches youth his duties as an active 
citizen in his government, but also 
because it makes him critical and in- 
telligent enough to bring about con- 
structive changes. 

PCW has only two courses in this 
field: one in American Government, 
and one in Comparative Governments. 

They are both vei-y good courses, 
but they are far from adequate to 
give a good government or Political 
Science major. 

I would suggest some courses be 
added to the list such as: American 
State and Local Governments, Euro- 
pean Governments, American Politics 
and Political Parties, International 
Government and Administration, and 
International Law. 

If there is not room enough for 
any of these, perhaps a few history 
courses that are not so timely could 
be omitted! 

Respectfully yours, 

Marjorie Harter. 

Dear Editor: 

Have you ever invited a friend to 
Chapel? Or have you ever worn 
stockings to some of your classes in 
Berry Hall? If you have, you have 
probably seen or experienced the look 
of anguish, the skipping heart beat, 
and the sickening exclamation, "My 
last pair," as the hapless individual 
traces a ladder down her leg. 

Now I ask you, isn't the tradition 
of "old" Berry HaU being carried a 
bit too far in some of those rough- 
edged chairs we are scheduled to oc- 
cupy in Rooms B, L, M, O, C and the 
Chapel? How about a campaign for 
smoothing off the edges? 

One who's down to her last pair 

Dear Editor — 

There are skeletons rattling in the 
Arrow family closet! They have 
been silent for many long years, but 
the time has come when they should 
be brought forth from dust to day- 

Way up on the creaky third floor of 
Berry Hall in a long-forgotten closet 
are the remains of the Arrows and 
Pennsylvanians from the year '01. 
Copper, lead and zinc cuts have been 
put away there every spring as they 
came from the engravers and as the 
Arrow editors cleared their desks. 
It has been the tradition to save even 
when there seemed to be no better 
reason than tradition, and probably 
everyone has forgotten all about 
them. But today we know the an- 
swer to that! 

Why not sort out those plates — ^it 
might be interesting to print a view 
or two of the "days when." But as 
for the rest of that copper, lead, and 
zinc — we'd like to see it in the scrap! 
Scrap Collector. 

So would we. We'll do our best to 
get it there. — Ed. 

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November 18, 1942 



Blackouts, dimouts, sirens, wails; 
All we've got are a few simple tales 
About the gals who haunt these 

And about the boys who used to 
haunt the girls, but that number is 
rapidly dwindling from a handsome 
battalion to a scanty corporal's 

"Far off pastures look greener," at 
least to PCW girls, and these balmy 
November days find many of them 
hopping trains both East and West. 
The first week-end of the month 
found Jean Burnside rooting for Har- 
vard the day they played the boys 
from Tigertown. The following week, 
Mary Jane McComb journeyed to 
Princeton. Nancy Davidson went 
South with "Mitch" several weeks 
ago to attend the V. M. I. Ring Dance. 
Margie Anderson was off to Yale 
last weekend to attend the Yale- 
Princeton festivities with her fiance. 
Come the 21st of the month Fran Hil- 
bish will honor New Haven with a 
short visit. Margie Harter has set 
aside her Thanks-giving to take a 
short jaunt down Georgia way with 
the express intention of visiting Pri- 
vate Lewis. 

Seen by a Roving Eye . . . Mary 
Jane Fisher tactfully explaining to a 
magazine salesman, a handsome one 
at that, that she wasn't interested 
. . . Phyl Tross dashing off every 
Saturday morning, ring on finger, bag 
in hand, for the R. R. station . . . 
Barbara Steele looking forlorn be- 
cause her man is leaving for the 
Army in a few weeks . . . Nellie 
Ireland forever faithful to Vic . . . 
the smooth new pictui'e on Betty 
Spierling's dresser. 

Billie Lapsley having her ups and 
downs with that elevator man . . . 
Mickey McCullough proudly wearing 
Paul's PiKA pin — those little pink 
clouds are very becoming . . . the 
daily discussion at the lunch table 
after Dr. Montgomery's class on 
Marriage and the Family. 
Have You Ever Noticed? 

Shirley Mays having her annual 
date with Wally . . . Kay Mitz ready 
to trade in her brand new fraternity 
pin on a pair of silver wings . . . 
Sally Landis elated over her Jay 
date . . . Helen Clewer moping 
around because she only got three 
letters from George in one day . . . 
Mandy Harris keeping up Johnny's 
morale in the Armed Forces . . . 

Ringing In 

"All the world loves these lovers." 
Suntanned and smiling Mrs. Carter 
Shryock, nee Kitty Watson, has re- 
turned after a wedding trip to Sea 
Island, Georgia . . . Mris. James 
Graves, formerly Louise Haldeman 
returned to PCW for a few days, 
took a flying trip bad': to be with her 
husband . . . 

"Flash — " a diamond on the finger 
of Justine Swan, given to her by Ma- 
rine Dick Quigley . . . Arrow Edi- 
tor Ann McClymonds has announc- 
ed her engagement to E. Hill Tur- 
nock III . . . Best wishes, gals. 

PPU claims Jean Thompson, who, 
by happy coincidence(?) received her 
Beta pin the night of the annual Beta 
serenade to the dorm gals. 
From Our Alumnae 

Reports of bridal doings. Ethel 
Herrod became Mrs. James B. 
Blackburni, Jr., on November 16, 
attended by Alumna Louise Cald- 
well . . . Elaine Fitzv/ilson was 
married November 14 to Tom An- 
derson . . . Betty Crawford also 
wears a wedding band. Bride-elects 
are Skipper Clipson, Ruth Patton, 
and Mary Janet Hyland ... ex 
SGA President Gladys Patton is con- 
sidering joining the WAVES. Julie 
and Inez Wheldon are both working 
in a chemical laboratory near Pitts- 
burgh . . . 

So here we go with dots 'n dashes, 
until we gather some more flashes 
for next time . . . 


Cast me the crumbs of nobleness. 
They are enough for me; 
For I can feast on littleness 
And starve on enormity. 

— D. J. B. 


There is no victory without defeat, 
No gains without some losses, 
And so, our victories are marked 
By rows on rows of crosses. 

— D. J. B. 


We, here in PCW are war-con- 
scious — that's for sure. We all read 
about the various drives to collect 
rubber, aluminum, and silk. Then 
came along the General Scrap Drive 
sponsored by the Air Raid Wardens. 
We all heard and read of old iron 
gates and hot water tanks and can- 
non and school bells that had been 
contributed. We shook our heads 
sadly and sighed because we didn't 
have anything big and spectacular 
like a cannon or an old gate to do- 
nate. With that we more or less dis- 
missed the Scrap Drive. 

But we never thought that scrap 
is not all things that are big and 
bulky. Now we can do something 
about the Scrap Drive and all without 
even leaving our own bedrooms. A 
thorough search in every nook and 
cranny will reveal untold amounts of 
junk and knick-knacks that, if all 
pooled together, would easily equal 
a large contribution. This would be 
a good thing in more ways than one; 
think of all the drawers and boxes 
that we'd get cleaned out! 
Br-^s^T Finds 

Let's look into an average dorm 
room and just see at a glance how 
much scrap we can accumulate. Your 
dresser top holds a hoard of bottles 
— perfume, hand lotion, and medicine 
bottles — many of which have metal 
tops. Lots of these things could be 
transferred to bottles with plastic 





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Then, into your drawers. Your cos- 
metic drawer has a treasure of scrap, 
useless to you but vital to the war 
industries. Most of the jar lids on 
face creams are metal. And what 
about that collection of old worn- 
down, oflf-shade lipsticks in metal 
cases that you have just hated to 
throw out? They have just seemed to 
be waiting for this scrap drive. Now 
you finally have a good excuse to get 
rid of some of those really sad, old 
compacts that you have had for years; 
Aunt Harriet will thinli you are real 
patriotic (and you are!) if you donate 
that one-man beauty shop she gave 
you for your high school graduation. 
And there are all those old curlers 
you never got around to throwing out 
when you bought those new plastic 
ones. They're made of good alu- 
minum — no good to you now, but 
think of all those shiny aluminum 
bombers! There's your box of bobby 
pins; I know they are scarce, but take 
those old ones that are sprung — you 
never use them anyway. Scrape to- 
gether old safety pins, straight pins, 
and hair pins too. 

And now into your jewel box. Look 
at all the junk jewelry there! You're 
not expected to give away all your 
family jewels or your first fraternity 
pin, but you can certainly get rid of 
loads of your excess supply now — 
and with a clear conscience. And all 
those nylon and silk stockings with 
the big three-thread runners in them 
— why, you wouldn't wear them to a 
dog-fight, but some pilot could "bail 
out" in a "dog-fight" somewhere and 
save his life and all because you and 
lots of girls just like you have turned 
in all your worn out stockings. 

Desk Work 

Then to your desk! What a field 
day a Junior Commando would have 
there! Rubber bands, the metal tops 
and erasers on those old ground down 
pencils, bent paper clips and thumb 
tacks, and all that picture wire you 
bought and then decided you wouldn't 
hang any pictures after all! Look at 
the pile you have there! 

Now where to put it? There's your 
old metal waste basket, you can pile 
your collection all in that and they 
can just take it lock, stock, and bas- 
ket. And there are the tops from 
your coke bottles right in the basket. 
Look at everything before you throw 
it away or destroy it. Be sure that 
it can't be used in some way. Just 
think if every one of us made a raid 
on our rooms what a big pile we 
would have. So come on, let's dig in 
and dig out the scrap! 


Once again Senior robes were 
dampened with tears on Color Day 
when the irrepresible Freshmen 
romped off with first prize and a box 
of candy, leaving their rattled com- 
petitors sitting in the chapel with 
the vague feeling that something had 
whizzed by and left them behind. To 
Marty Yorkin, Roslyn Saveka, Pat 
Walton et al we present, with a flour- 
ish, our Sunday-best congratulations 
and encouragement . . . as if they 
needed it. 

The most heartening war news 
we've heard yet — even better than 
the star-spangled African campaign 
— is the report of the last beer-hall 
oration delivered by Herr Schickel- 
gruber. So muddled that he lapsed 
for a few moments into his old Aus- 
trian tongue, the Big Shot declared 
that he didn't mind fighting against 
clever, daring opponents of the Mas- 
ter Race . . . but that Americans 
were so crazy that you never knew 
what they were going to do next! We 
suppose that he then went home to 
chew his nails and the rugs over the 
fact that Gibralter was jammed with 
ships and guns and men . . . Wor- 
ried, Adolf? 

May we suggest an I'll Be True If 
It Kills Me Club, for those lonely 
hearts who sit around every Satur- 
day night writing letters, scanning 
the newspapers for war news, finger- 
ing their pairs of silver wings and 
crying over their knitting. Planned 
sessions of bridge or what-have-you 
with fellow mourners would ease the 
task of Waiting and give the girls 
something to look foward to on the 
v/eek:nd. After all, PCWites study 
together, play together, get married 
together . . . why not be lonely to- 
gether 'til Victory? 

Response to the editor's pleas for 
letters this issue was heartening. We 
know that there are things you do 
care about — if you have a pet gripe, 
a complaint, a notice, or an opinion, 
jot it down for us and we'll air it for 

As soon as we can locate the pro- 
per number of pairs of Nylons, we 
will present them to the members 
of the Fall Formal committee for a 
really special dance. Meanwhile our 
sincere compliments to Co-Chairmen 

Louise Wallace and Ruth Jenkins for 
turning a jinx into a joy night. We 
aren't superstitious by nature, but 
looking over the assortment of super- 
stitions assembled in the recorations, 
we are sure we've missed a lot in life. 

* * * 

With all the "turkey-talk" buzzing 
over campus, some nice Thanksgiv- 
ing-ish remark seems in order. Per- 
haps we'd just better pass it by with 
the thought that it's vei-y reassur- 
ing to know that in this unsettled 
world. Thanksgiving, at least, has 
settled back to its former place on 

the calendar. 

# ^ ^ 

We're beginning to think we know 
how Noah and Co. must have felt, 
adrift in this cruel world with noth- 
ing but rain . . . rain . . . and 
more rain. We haven't counted, but 
we're sure the forty days must 'be 
almost VL^d up. A gleaming, white 
snowfall might at least brighiten the 


The days of frills and furbelows 
are definitely things of the past — to 
be remem'bered with mixed nostalgia 
and joy. For you will admit those 
frills did get in your way. At any 
rate — it's back to the plain and simple 
ways — and we might add — we love it. 
Furlough Clothes 

Thanksgiving in the offing — and 
that means furloughs and for a verj' 
few, vacations — so naturally our 
thoughts turn to a dressier type. This 
black crepe, long torso and slightly 
flared skirt is enoiigh to make any 
soldier realize he's a lucky man. A 
yoke of pale blue adds that dressed 
up touch — and there's your outfit for 
those important days ahead. 

Or if your taste runs to suits — we 
have found the greatest buy of all. 
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blue wool with a topcoat the color 
of tangerines. Slash poclcets high 
up on the coat and over the hips. A 
suit that can stand any affair and 
come out of its graciously. 

Bridal Doings 

Brides and brides-to-be are those 
glowing, happy creatures that we 
pass so often these days. They are 
the ones whose minds float in the 
clouds and rightfully they should. If 
you are included in this envied group 
and if you're planning a small in- 
formal wedding — think twice before 
you pass this up. A dress to "cher- 
ish" for your wedding day and many 
days thereafter. A beige crepe with 
rich topaz buttons and a soft flare to 
the skirt. Velvet bows low on the 
front of the shoulders finish it off 
superbly. Accessories? Any one of 
your favorite colors in a dressy hat 
and gloves to match. 

You're having "shower" problems, 
you say? We are all right along 
with you on that matter so we've dug 
up a few splendid solutions. No. 1 
on our Hit Parade is a double picture 
frame done in blue leather, gold bor- 
der and the Army or Navy seal ac- 
cording to your choice. Today's 
brides will have many poses of their 
uniformed husbands and they'll want 
them in plain sight so what could be 

Always for a personal shower 
there is lingerie — and what girl 
doesn't love it? Very trousseau look- 
ing is the white crepe slip with blue 
piping and aippliqued flower. Or silk 
satin with lace inset on top and bot- 
tom. You say that these aren't any- 
thing different — ^but just see what a 
hit they make. 

Most useful and desired present for 
a bride-to-be is monnogrammed note 
paper, for the heaps of notes to be 
written both before and after the big 
Ga-Ga Gadgets 

The general impressions stylists 
are trying to create are those of 
dressing up the basic dress, suit, or 
formal. One of the most effective 
ways to accomplish adequate cam- 
oflague is by the use of the simple 

Stunning is the word for the Sainte 
Chapelle bracelet made of lead and 
stained glass, or the new light and 
elegant costume jewelry, a pearly 
crown, British Griffin, or a snappy 
Rusian angel. 

Tuck a gay striped satin, or plaid 

made scarf into the neck of your we'll be back next month with "news 

black coat. Wear a colorful and behind the news" on what's new in , 

jaunty hat and bag set with that dark the fashion world. There's no "ceil- ] 

dress you plan to make do another ing" on fashions and so there is al- ' 

winter. ways something strange and different 

With these few words we take our to add to your fashion notions. 

leave. But not until we tell you that 

M. A., S. L. 

"Yes siree... ^ ^j,. ^/" 

"Ice-cold Coca-Cola is more than thirst- 
quenching. Yes siree. It's refreshing. There's 
an art in its making. There's knaw-haw in its 
production. The only thing like Coca-Cola is 
Coca-Cola itself. Nobody else can duplicate it." 



November 18, 1942 


Pa^e Fifteen 


PRACTICAL EDUCATION by Elizabeth Warner 

There comes a time in the lives of southern and extravagant. Her re- 

most public school children when 
they are subjected to several hours 
a week of "practical education." The 
learned school board undoubtedly 
feels the necessity for making the 
flighty, pampered, vitamin-fed gen- 
eration of today the stable, harden- 
ed, salt-of-the-earth adults of to- 
morrow. Hence, the last years when 
it has absolute dictatorial power the 
school board sends the junior-high 
boys to learn inanual training and 
the girls to learn cooking and sew- 

For myself, I was always complete- 
ly reibellious; for the two years that 
I was compelled to attend cooking 
school I never once forgave the 
demon officials who governed and 
regimented us. I resented having 
every Monday to swallow my lunch 
unchewed and walk a mile and a 
quarter to a strange school,, far less 
attractive than my own, and remain 
for three hours with a lot of strange 
children, whom I at once disliked, 
and a teacher who wore large de- 
tachable collars over the same rusty 
black dress all year. I — and my four 
especial friends — had no liking for 
the whole idea and were determined 
to show no signs of cooperation. 

To begin with, we could see no 
point in learning how to do more 
than darn "socks" or possibly re- 
pair a shoulder strap. There was 
even no need for acquiring any skill 
in letting down hems, for the smock- 
ed broadcloth dresses we wore faded 
somewhat with washing and chang- 
ed hemlines were decidedly notice- 
able, so for that reason taboo. We 
certainly did not want either to make 
or to wear straight line longcloth 
slips, or knee length bloomers. To 
show our contempt we nauseated our 
instructor by sewing the tips of our 
fingers together, we ran the sewing 
machines at break-neck speed, we 
wound darning cotton instead of mer- 
cerized thread on bobbins, we used 
lengths of thread as long as both our 
arms, and we refused to rip with pins 
or to sew with thimbles. 

The cooking class was little better. 
We four were all ardent culinary 
spectators and knew, at least, how 
food should look when prepared, and 
some of lis knew how to prepare it. 
As for myself I had been reared in 
a home where the servant was dark. 

suits were perfection and I had spent 
countless Saturdays observing and 
admiring her faultless technique. 

The school I'^itchen violated all our 
ideals of the fine art it was supposed 
to teach. The course was intended 
to instruct us in neatness and order, 
economy, rudimentary dietetics and' — 
cooking. Neatness we learned, cal- 
ories and balanced diets we absorb- 
ed, but the economy and preparation 
insulted our intelligence to say noth- 
ing of our palates. We were told that 
tlie water in which peeled potatoes 
were soaked should be saved and 
used for starching clothes, also for 
mal^^ing white sauce in place of the 
milk, butter and cream we were ac- 
customed to seeing used. The cup- 
board was bare of any supplies we 
could recognize by name. The 
shortening was Snow Drift, the va- 
nilla came in sticks submerged in al- 
cohol, the mayonnaise was beaded 
with oil, the soap was never in 
flakes or powder, but always in large 
cakes that ate the velvet off our 

At one cooking lesson we baked 
custard. For this each girl was al- 
lowed one fourth of an egg. But the 
following week, for a finger-size loaf 
of bread, we used an entire cake of 
yeast! We were thoroughly drilled in 
the specific use for all of our equip- 
ment. As proof of a lesson well 
learned: — when one of our number 
burned her hand she tore to the back 
of the room yelling "Fire, fire!" She 
quickly pulled the fire blanket from 
its rack on the wall and buried her 
hand in it, while we drenched all 
surrounding territory in carbon tetra- 

By the end of the first semester 
our pride has been so injured and 
our instructor so angered that we 
presented to our principal a petition 
which was duly drawn, signed, sworn 

to and sealed with wax, to the effect 
that we wished to take manual 
training with the boys. The princi- 
pal smiled, heard our grievances and 
said she would see what could be 

When we learned finally that noth- 
ing could be done we came fully to 
realize that the individual suffers al- 
ways at the hands of the institution, 
and we bore our suffering for the 
next year and a half in martyred 

We were the living, tlie "about-to- 

We were tlie sons of war, of sorrow; 
We are the crosses; we are the 

We are the hate of tomorrow. 

— D. J. B. 

I have known the plains: the end- 
less fields 

Mellowed in the golden summer's 

Have known the clean, sv/eet air 
and western v/inds, 

Touching mute grains and singing as 
they go. 

I liave known the hills of eastern 

Green with the deep green of budding 

Woods where no crude hand hath 

dimmed their splendor 
Or turned their smiling majesty to 


I have loved them both with separate 

Trading each for each with fancy's 

For I have loved the plains with a 
wild, free love. 

And have loved the hills with ten- 

— D. J. B. 

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Dean's List 

First Semester 


Lois AUshouse 
Grace Benner 
Carolyn Joan Cosel 
Jean Dalzell 
Miriam Davis 
Alice Demmler 
Carla Gregson 
Lois Lutz 
Marjorie Mayhall 
Mary Jane McFarland 
Jane Meub 
Emily Jane Noil 
Virginia Ricks 
Jane Strain 
Edith Succop 
Marion Swannie 
Anna Goldie Thomas 
Pauline Wilson 
Mary Jane Youngling 


Gladys Bistline 

Mary Elizabeth Brown 

Marion Cohen 

Aida DeBellis 

Margaret Donaldson 

Evelyn Glick 

Betty Johnescu 

Mary Phyllis Jones 

Dale Kirsopp 

Ann Louise McClymonds 

Jeanne McKeag 

Sally Meaner 

Nancy Jane Raup 

Edna Schuh 

Marion Springer 

Nancy StaufEer 

Winifred Watson 


Jean Archer 
Edith Cole 
Barbara Cooper 
Peggy Dietz 
Rosemarie Fillippelli 
Barbara Heinz 
Claire Horwitz 
Marian Lambie 
Nina Maley 
Dorothy Marshall 
Janet McCormick 
Jeannette Myers 
Marjorie Noonan 
Marion Rowell 
Margaret Suppes 
Phyllis Tross 
Lorraine Wolf 


hits the 


Come to see Letters to Lucerne 
— support your fellow students, as 
well as the war effort. REMEM- 

\WJ AR hits telephone service two ways at once. 
* T It piles on a heavy load of calls. And it cuts 
down the supply of telephone materials and equip- 

Most Long Distance lines are overloaded on week- 
days from 9 A. M. to 12, from 2 P. M. to 5 and from 
7 to 9 at night. You can usually avoid telephone 
"traffic jams" if ycu make your calls during other 
hours. Best time to call home is on Sunday, when 
lines are less busy and the reduced night rates are 
in effect all day. 

Please keep all calls brief and avoid unnecessary 
calls. This is especially important around Thanks- 
giving, Christmas and New Year's, 

Itdff GAUS COAf£ FiRST f 



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Norma Bailey, Carla Gregson, Sybil Hermann, Marion Leach, Sally 
Lands, Louise Flood, Jane Meub, Mary Emily Sawders, Nancy Stauf- 
Eer, Helen Jane Shriner, Lillian Sheasby, 

Business Staff 

Lois AUshouse '45, Betty Anthon '46, Janet Brewster '45, Eva 
Caloyer '46, Lucille Cummins "43, Jeanne de Haven '43, Elma Em- 
minger '45, Rebecca Fellows '45, Dorothy Firth '45, Virginia Gilles- 
pie '43, Helen Gilmore '46, Alice Hanna '45, Martha Hutchison '44, 
Lou Ann Isham '46, Miles Janouch '43, Kelly Jones '44, Martha Mc- 
Fall '45, Ruth Mendelson '46, Helen Robinson '45. Cynthia Ann Say 
"46, June Sineive '46, Sally Smith '46, Justine Swan '44, Martha 
Truxal '43, Marjorie Wayne '46. Ruth Weigel '46, Sara Villing '46, 
Louise Yeiser '44. 

Typists: — Mary Lou Burckart, Sue Norton, Mary Lou Oesterling, 
Nancy Showalter, Phyllis Tross, Betsy Kinney. 

Christmas, 1942 

White flakes falling . . . Woodland Road's trees and 
shrubs etched in snow . . . brisk snappy weather . . . 
girls well bundled in boots, scarves, mittens, trudging to 
and from PCW these gas-rationed days . . . carols float- 
ing out from Chapel . . . gift packages arriving daily . . . 
Christmas cards in Berry Hall entrance . . . green and 
red on magazine covers, tempting gift suggestions with- 
in .. . Christmas Pageant . . . Christmas Dance. 

AND ONE YEAR OF U. S. AT WAR. December 25 
is rolling round again . . . Christmas in a war world. 

Peace on earth, good will towards men. When men, 
the globe over are killing fiercely, hating bitterly. And 
families are separated not only by miles but by anxiety 
. . . uncertainty. What sort of Christmas will it be? 

We are lucky . . . right now. Bad as things are they 
could be so much worse. And there is still a chance, a 
good chance, for brightness, through tears, ahead. 

So we must make the most of the much we do have. 
It's up to us to make this Christmas mean the most it 
can ... to make the Christmas good-will prevail. 

This yeai: it's our families who will get the most at- 
tention. Cheery words . . . smiles . . . considera- 
tion . . . unselfishness. When others are giving so much, 
we can do the little things ... so hard sometimes . . . 
that should be done at home. 

This is the way we can make this war-time Christmas 
meaningful. By starting out bravely with a smile to do 
what we know must be done to make those around us 
happy. And through it all, we shall suddenly find that 
we, too, are contented. For creating joy for others is 
the ultimate way to find the bluebird of happiness perched 
on the Christmas tree in our own living rooms. 

The Hard Way 

Perhaps it is a characteristic of easy-going, easy-living 
people like the Americans that when they learn a lesson, 
it has to be done the hard way. The Boston nightclub 
fire and subsequent tragedy should drive home several 
truths to intelligent citizens — not only about the dangers 
of fire, but about the dangers of panic in wartime living 
or in any living. 

Anyone who read the accounts of the horrible acci- 
dent knows that the cost in human lives would have 
been negligible but for the insane, unreasonable panic 
that gripped the people involved from the very time a 
woman screamed "Fire!" It 'was every man for himself 
from that moment on; each person ran for the doors to 
save himself, and either trampled others as he escaped or 
himself was killed by the others bent on self-preservation. 

This very same thing has been happening, though on 
a much larger scale, in this country since the first cry 
of "War!" rang out over a year ago. It has not attracted 
so much attention among civilians because for the great 
part, casualties of wartime panic have not been placed 
in concrete form before the public's eyes. 

As soon as women began to whisper across their 
bridge tables that such-and-such was "almost impossible 
to get," or "going to be rationed," they started runs on 
the markets such as the country had never seen. The 
housewife-hoarders, each bent on protecting her own in- 
terests, slipped certain commodities off the market and 
into their storage rooms. The result — many homes were 
left without any of certain foodstuffs at all, and ration- 
ing became the only solution possible. The hoarders 
might very well be compared with the unfortunates in the 
fire who pushed aside others to escape and brought on. 
themselves the very thing they wished to avoid. 

The dangers of unreasonable desire for self-protection 
are evident in every phase of modern living. Civilians 
must learn, and soon, that the whole must be protected 
and served before the individual, for if the structure of 
the government is endangered by fear and rash actions 
on the part of its citizens it may collapse and carry aU 
of them with it. 

Americans — politicians, business men, housewives, stu- 
dents — cannot afford to learn many more lessons the 
Hard Way. They must soon begin to apply the lessons of 
the results of panic to their own living in order to pre- 
serve their individual rights and the freedom of their 

December 16, 1942 


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Becoming fully organized as a 
class, the Freshmen have held their 
elections and voted Anna Jane Good- 
win as president. Since Anna Jane 
has been serving as Freshman Chair- 
man since near the beginning of the 
semester, she will just continue to 
be the head of the class. Assisting the 
president are Martha Coate, vice- 
president; Sue Funk, treasurer; Mar- 
garet Ann McKee, secretary; and 
Betty Becic, house board member. 

Anna Jane Goodwin 

From president of Girl Reserves in 
Ben Avon High School to president 
of PCW's Freshman class — just a 
natural step in the career of Anna 
Jane Goodwin. Lovely, auburn-hair- 
ed, pleasant-voiced A. J. was quite 
a busy lass at her Alma Mater, hav- 
ing also been a member of the A 
Capella Choir and the orchestra, al- 
though she claims she never was 
much of a fiddle player. She received 
due recognition from the National 
Honor Society and the Post-Gazette's 
Merit Parade. 

This summer saw Anna Jane a 
messenger at Heinz — which kept her 
from enjoying her usual summer 
hobby of sewing some of her own 
clothes. Interested in people, she feels 
she may major in psychology. She 
is also a member of the Glee Club. 

Frannie Hilbish 

Francesca Hilbish, blonde, efferves- 
cent Ursaline graduate, was elected 
Student Government representative of 
the Freshman class at the weekly 
Chlaipel meetinjg of the SGA on Thurs- 
day, December 10. Fran's favorite 
pastime is sports, with swimming and 
horse-back riding high on her list, al- 
though mosit of her spare time is taken 
up writing to Dick at Yale. She's 
not yet sure, but she thinks speech or 
English will be her major. 

And here's a tip: bring your pad- 
dles to the Christmas dance, because 
Fran will be eighteen when the clock 
strikes twelve. 
Doris Rowand 

Doris Rowand, taD, brown-haired, 
hazel-eyed freshman, has just been 
elected Athletic Association repre- 
sentative of (her class. "Rowie," a 
Swarthmore High School graduate, 
expects to major in science. She likes 
people and sports, especially hockey, 
and says that she as more interested 
in the technique of sports than in 

Next summer she will work for 
the DuPont Company, thus doing her 

bit for the war effort. Rowie has 
also taken a First Aid course and 
has been a blood donor. She says she 
has no special talent, except to get 
in embarrassing situations, but her 
friends say she's good at telling jokes. 

Christmas Dance 

Tomorrow night music will ring 
out from both the Chapel, where the 
day students are holding their Christ- 
mas Dance, and from Woodland Hall, 
where dorm girls will be celebrating. 
Theme of both dances will be "White 
Christmas," with appropriate decora- 
tions; Chairmen Alice Craig and 
Marion Teichmann promise a de- 
lightful evening of dancing to all. 

Because of transportation difficul- 
ties, the day students have decided 
not to have formal dress at their 
dance, thus enabling more of the 
girls who might have to come by 
street oar to attend. 


Following a seven-year tradition, 
tonight every PCW student is invited 
to come caroling on Woodland Road. 
Every year since 1935, on an evening 
of the week before Christmas vaca- 
tion, the student body led by the 
Glee Club has gone out to sing carols 
to the neighbors of the college. Prac- 
tice for the school as a whole has 
been held a number of times in 
chapel, with singing of old songs and 
learning of new ones, under the direc- 
tion of Mrs. Ayars and Mr. Collins. 

First stop is always the Spencer's 
home, then a walk up and down 
Woodland Road, singing every one's 
favorite carols. After completion of 
the rounds, the carolers go back to 
Andrew Mellon Hall, where dough- 
nuts and hot chocolate are served. 

Calendar Dates 

Extending for two weeks, Christ- 
mas vacation begins Friday noon, 
December 18, and lasts until the 
morning of Tuesday, January 5. 

About two weeks after resump- 
tion of classes after vacation final 
examinations will begin. Study day 
before the examinations will be 
on Wednesday, January 20, and 
examinations are scheduled from 
January twenty-first to twenty- 


With the Freshmen having walked 
away with the honors of the Song 
Contest, the other classes, with the 
exception of the Seniors, will now 
have another chance to win fame 
and glory on February 24, the eve- 
ning of the annual Play Contest. 

Committees for each class' presen- 
tation have already been chosen. In 
charge of the writing of the play for 
the Junior Class is Helen Smith and 
for the Freshmen, Joan Harms. The 
'Sophomores have Peggy Chantler and 
Louise Flood in charge of writing; 
Jane Beck and Dorothy Barrett, stage 
crew; and Jane Murray and Marge 
Selleck as co-directors. 

Comprising the general play con- 
test committee are Mrs. Shupp, Dr. 
Robb, and three Seniors, Helen Jane 
Taylor, Lorraine Wolf, and Elinor 
Keffer. They will meet to make the 
rules and necessary plans. Each of 
the three Seniors will be appointed 
as advisor to one of the participating 

To the winning class goes a plaque 
won last year by the Juniors. 

Christmas Pageant 

Though new rubber tires and 
abundant gasoline may be forgotten 
for the duration, the spirit of Christ- 
mas was continued in the annual 
pageant presented Sunday, Decem- 
ber 13, in PCW chapel. This year, 
for the first time, only one perform- 
ance was given, at 6:45, because 
war-time transportation problems 
prevented the attendance of the usual 
large audiences. 

A Spanish motif, combining plain- 
tive rhythm and striking color, was 
expressed in music, costumes, and 
lighting for the five tableaux of the 
pageant. The Choral, dressed in black 
robes with blue collars, was seated 
in semi-circular arrangement on the 
stage. Under the direction of Mrs. 
Robert D. Ayars, the group sang a 
group of early Spanish carols, in- 
cluding a medieval Catalonian Na- 
tivity song. The Adoration of the 
Shepherds, arranged by Kurt 
Schindler, and two other Catalonian 
folk-songs, And the Angel Woke the 
Shepherds, by Joaquin Nin, and 
Presents for the Child Jesus, arrang- 
ed by E. Harold Geer. 

Sung also was a Cliristmas song 
centuries old, Happy Bethlehem. The 
melody of this carol was noted down 
(Continued on Page Fourteen) 

r'age Four 


December 16, 1942 


First Aid 

PCW is becoming well organized 
for emergencies through its Perma- 
nent First Aid Detachment of teach- 
ers, auxiliary detachment of students, 
and a first aid class which could be 
called on in case of great necessity. 

The teachers' Permanent Detach- 
ment consists of twenty-one members 
including Dr. Irene Ferguson and 
Miss Dorothy IVIulholland, school 
nurse, and has been divided into four 
crews. The leader of each crew and 
his aides are responsible for one 
building, and the set-up is as follows: 
Library, Dr. Montgomery; Andrew 
Mellon Hall, Dr. Piel; Science Hall, in 
which there is a casualty station, Mrs. 
Watliins; and Woodland Hall, Miss 

Eleanor Garrett is directing a stu- 
dent squad, which consists of per- 
sons who have completed the Stand- 
ard and Advanced courses, and who 
are to aid the faculty at their various 

Children's Party 

The annual Christmas party for 
children from Soho, Kingsley, Davis, 
and Irene Kaufmann Settlement 
Houses was held on Monday after- 
noon, December 14, at four. Coop- 
erating this year with general chair- 
man Anna Mae Devlin was the Rec- 
reational Leadership class, which en- 
tertained the youngsters with stor- 
ies, games and songs. 

Ten cent gifts donated by the stu- 
dent body were placed under the tree 
and as usual, were the highlight of 
the afternoon. The loolts of delight, 
surprise, and satisfaction reflected on 
the faces of both black and white 
children as they opened their "San- 
ta Claus packages" were a better 
thank-you to those girls who were 
there than the words the children 
could have used. 

Janet Brewster, in charge of trans- 
portation, finally solved the problem 
of how to get the children to the 
gym by bringing them on the street- 
car — quite a difference from last 
year's convertible and station wagon 

Others who lielped to make the 
party something to remember were 
Jean Bacon, Ruth Laird, Mary Ruth 
Sampson and the Freshman Com- 


Feeling that PCW's Honor System 
could be greatly improved, Mary 
Schweppe, Chairman of the Honor 
Committee, distributed questionnaires 
at SGA meeting on Thursday, No- 
vember 19. This survey endeavored to 
find out if the average girl felt that 
the Honor System was functioning 
properly, and if not, where the fault 
lay. After the questionnaires had 
been returned to the committee, they 
found that a large majority of the 
girls realized that the system was not 
all it could be. The gravest fault 
seemed to be that girls hesitated to 
report someone who had violated the 
honor code. The returns further 
showed that the students feel that 
they are personally responsible and 
do not have to be policed. Most peo- 
ple also said they were interested 
and concerned enough in having a 
working Honor System, that they 
would report any violations in the 

At the same time, Mary Schweppe 
announced that a chart would be 
hung on the bulletin board on which 
students were to check if they saw 
any violations of the Honor System 
and Avhen. From this, the committee 
would ascertain Whether violations 
were being neglected. After two 
weeks, four checks appeared and only 
two violations had been reported. 

Although the questionnaires and 
chart showed to all that the Honor 
System is by no means perfect, the 
committee is asking for the students' 
cooperation in making a system in 
which violators will report them- 
selves and where students will not be 
so tolerant of offenders. 

AA Fling 

From the time they entered the 
door and received their gay red rib- 
bons with silver bells attached till 
tliey and their dates started down to 
the street-car stop, PCW girls had a 
grand time at the AA fling December 
4, in Mellon Hall. Although the ad- 
mission fee was only twenty-five 
cents a rather small number of girls 
attended, but those who did found a 
variety of amusements. They bowled 
in the bowling alleys, played ping- 
pong in one end of the Conover Room 
find danced at the other. Music came 
from a juke-box which had all the 
latest records. Pretzels and coke 
were served. Miss Errett and Miss 
Graham, complete with knitting, 
chaperoned the fling. 

Freshman Commission 

The Freshman Commission, consist- 
ing of ten Freshmen who work with 
the YWCA, was announced on No- 
vember 10 at the Freshman Enter- 
tainment. The girls are: Chairman 
Marilou Haller; Secretary, Sue Nor- 
ton; and Margaret Bishop, Miriam 
Egger, Rebecca Fellows, Kitty Lan- 
caster, Betsy Ross, Sally Lou Smith, 
Carol Thorne, and Mary Wells. These 
Freshmen will be a sub-cabinet to 
the YWCA for leadership training and 
as a service committee for the Fresh- 
man class. The ten girls were se- 
lected by Miss Marks, Amy McKay, 
President of YW, Phyllis Ingraham, 
Freshman Advisor, and the student 

The first project of the commission 
has been to distribute dolls to be 
dressed for Christmas gifts for the 
children of the Public Kindergarten, 
McKelvey School, Pittsburgh. A doll 
contest will be held today and rib- 
bons will be awarded to the two girls 
who have the best-dressed dolls. The 
dolls will be judged by a committee 
composed of faculty members and 

Faculty Club 

When the Faculty Club had its first 
meeting this year, it was decided that 
the group would center its interest 
mainly on discussion. On Tuesday 
afternoon, December 8, the club met 
with Miss Dorothy Shields as Chair- 
man and Mrs. Hazel Shupp as 

Speaking on "Writers on a World 
Front,' Mrs. Shupp reviewed books 
showing the importance and stress of 
war in different countries from the 
standpoint of various writers. The 
books reviewed by her were "The 
Year of the Wild Boar" by Helen 
Mears, which is a story of Japanese 
life ajid the great success of last year; 
"The Children" by Nina Fedorova, 
which is a story of the white Russian 
exiles in Manchuria; and "Only One 
Storm" by Grenville Hicks, a story 
of the American people. Also among 
the books which Mrs. Shupp review- 
ed were the more recent "London 
Calling" by Storm Jameson and "Sev- 
enth Cross" by Anna Seghers. 

"These boolcs," said Mrs. Shupp, 
"are not the most recent ones, but 
they are examinations of the value 
of civilization in war countries as 
literary people see it." 

December 16, 1942 


Page Five 



Christmas Service 

This year's traditional Christinas 
service was held in chapel today. In- 
stead of the regular organ music, 
there was Instrumental music accom- 
paniment. Reverend C. J. L. Bates, 
assistant pastor of the Shadyside 
Presbyterian Church, presented the 
religious holiday message. Several 
carols were sung by the Glee Club 
and student body. 

Reverend Leiper 

— "Speaking at the special Dec. 7 
chapel program commemorating Pearl 
Harbor Day was Reverend Henry 
Smith Leiper of New York City. 

"Why are we in a moral crisis?" 
was the subject of Rev. Leiper's mov- 
ing talk. He pointed out that reli- 
gion was the greatest obstacle in the 
totalitarian countries to the complete 
absorption of the intellectual and 
spiritual life. "They are trying to 
air-conditior.i the whole atmosphere 
in which the nations breathe," he 
continued, "by rejecting the sacred- 
ness of the human personality, the 
fatherhood of God the brotherhood 
of man and a universal moral law." 
At the end of the war," he said, there 
will be the task of re-establishing 
these principles and we must be 
ready to do so by our individual daily 
practice of them. 

Reverend Leiper is an executive of 
the Amerieah Section of the Univer- 
sal Christian Council. He has been a 
traveling secretary for the YMCA, a 
war relief worker in Siberia, an ed- 
ucator and missionary in China, an 
editor and author, an international 
peace delegate from China to Japan, 
and a specialist on race relations. 
Currently, his major work is the 
world movement for church copera- 
tion and Christian unity. 

Mrs. Clarence Dickinson 

Lecturer on the History of Art at 
the Union Theological Seminary in 
New York, Mrs. Clarence Dickinson 
comes here to speak on Monday, Jan- 
uary 11, as one of the group of the 
college's special lecturers for the 
year. Mrs. Dickinson is the author 
of History of Henry O. Thoreau and 
a number of other books. 

Born in Canada, she received her 
education at Queen's University in 
Canada and at the Heidelbuerg Uni- 
versity, Her talk will be of a religious 

Share the. Ride 

Results of the survey for the 
"Share the Ride" program show that 
there are thirty-four cars available 
to take faculty members and students 
to and froin the campus. Transpor- 
tation can be provided for one hun- 
dred and two commuters, an average 
of about three more riders per car. 

Lists of students and faculty, ar- 
ranged according to zones, have been 
posted on the Defense bulletin board 
and all are urged to consult these lists 
and contact those in their zone or ad- 
jacent zones who drive. Arrange- 
ments should be made and reported 
to a member of the transportation 
committee which includes Miss Las- 
key, Dr. Andrew, Jean Wyre and 
Jean Rigaumont. 

Distribution of cars in the zones 
varies widely. Squirrel Hill and Re- 
gent Square have the largest number 
of cars available; seven, with a ca- 
pacity for twenty-lour passengers. 
The zone including Oakland, Belle- 
field, Shadyside and Schenley has 
four drivers and room for eighteen 
riders. Those living in East Liberty, 
Homewood, Belmar, Brushton and 
Point Breeze may contact four driv- 
ers who can provide transportation 
for seventeen. Majority of the stu- 
dents and faculty have 8:30 classes 
but hours for leaving the campus 
vary widely. 

This "Share the Ride" program is 
part of the plan recommended by the 
Allegheny County War Transporta- 
tion Conservation Committee. To 
make it successful, students and fac- 
ulty miust cooperate in making their 
own arrangements and reporting 
these arrangements to the school 
committee. Participation in "Share 
the Ride" is also considered in the 
rationing of gasoline. 


Representing PCW in the Intercol- 
legiate Discussion Group meeting at 
Duquesne University on December 2 
was Phyllis Jones. The general topic 
of the evening being "Solutions to 
World Problems of Reconstruction," 
Miss Jones spoke on regionalism and 
how it might or might not meet the 
problems adequately. Students from 
Pitt debating teams, Mt. Mercy and 
Duquesne spoke on the merits of 
other systems, including world fed- 
eration, imperialism and a league of 


As a result of the war and the ac- 
celeration of many college courses, 
PCW has felt the need of setting a 
precedent in its program and initiat- 
ing a February Freshman class. This 
class would enable high school Feb- 
ruary graduates to begin their col- 
lege worls; immediately and not liave 
to wait until next September. 

First announcement of the possibil- 
ity of sucli a class was made when 
prospective freshmen came here to 
see Letters to Lucerne. Provided that 
about fifteen — and at the very least, 
twelve — girls express their intention 
of entering in February, the plan will 
be carried out. 

In order to overcome the disadvan- 
tage of entering second semester 
classes, it is planned that a full year 
course in Freshman English and 
history be given in the one semester. 
with classes in both being given six 
(Continued on Page Twelve) 


A number of students who had 
wanted to take a course in photog- 
raphy this semester, but could not 
because it was not being offered, 
have decided to meet during the 
Christmas vacation with Dr. Allen 
W. Scholl, Instructor in Physics and 
Chemistry, and learn what they can 
about taking pictures. The group is 
open to any student who might be 
interested — one needs no expensive 
equipment or film to be eligible. 
Anyone interested should contact Dr. 
Scholl, as soon as possible, so that a 
convenient meeting date may be ar- 
ranged for all. 



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On Thursday, December 10, at 
three-thirty, the second voice work- 
shop of the year was held in the re- 
cital hall of the Art Center. Par- 
ticipating in the program were Sue 
Funk, Alice Lee Gardner, Helen Ruth 
Henderson, Nancy Herdt, Mrs. Hodg- 
son, Phyllis Ingraham, Lou Ann 
Isham, Peg Johnson, Helen Parkin- 
son, Mary Lou Reiber, Edna Schuh, 
and Jane Strain. 

A third piano workshop w^ill be 
held either the week before or after 
Christmas vacation, the exact time to 
be announced later to music students. 

Following return to school after 
vacation, an instrumental workshop 
will be held, featuring three main 
groups of numbers. The first is a 
clarinet quintet, composed of Pauline 
Basenko, Miles Janouch, Marjorie 
Ruppelt, Joan Titus, and Helen Witti. 
Next are two flute duets, played by 
Edith Succop and Mary Lou Oester- 
ling. The group playing Quintet for 
Flute and Strings, from Bach, in- 
cludes Janet Bovard, Joan Bowdle, 
Miles Janouch, Marjorie Ruppelt and 
Joan Titus. 

Church Program 

On Tuesday evening, December 8, 
several members of the music depart- 
ment presented a program before 
the Young Married People's Group of 
the Mt. Lebanon Presbyterian Church. 
Five numbers which will be used in 
the Christmas program were sung by 
Jeanne Goodwin, Dale Kirsopp, Alice 
Lee Gardner, June Collins, Kitty Lan- 
caster, Micky McKee, Jane Strain, 
Phyllis Ingraham, Nancy Herdt, and 
Marian Keiffer. Marian Cohen then 
played two groups of piano solos.. 
The program was concluded by Ma- 
rian Keiffer who sang He Shall Feed 
His Flock by Handel, Candlelight by 
Rogers and the traditional Twelve 
Days of Christmas. 

Play Report 

Letters to Lucerne, speech majors' 
play given on November 20 and 21, 
was a total success dramatically, as 
anyone who saw it can testify, and 
also financially and patriotically. 

Instead of the usual $200.00 SGA 
appropriation per play, this year each 
play is alloted but $100.00 and the 
stage craft class, newly organized, 
does the stage work and setting. With 
this limited budget, an intensive tick- 

et sale campaign was launched and 
to date there is over $30.00 profit. 
This money will be added to the re- 
mainder of the play funds for the 
year to be used in case of any later 
deficits. At the end of the year, any 
money left will be used for additional' 
stage equipment as has been the 
policy in previous years. 

Over twenty pounds, approximate- 
ly 1,000 pairs, of old silk or nylon 
stockings were collected as part of 
the admission fee. 

Speech Chapel Program 

Children's Literature Class, under 
Dr. Robb, and Dr. Arnold's Radio 
Class combined Friday, December 11, 
to entertain students and faculty with 
a radio presentation in chapel. Ap- 
propriate to the Christmas season, the 
dramatization was concerned with a 
little mole's homecoming during the 

This story. Wind in the Willows, 
was adapted from a collection of chil- 
dren's favorite animal stories by 
Kenneth Grahame, and revised for 
radio production by Dr. Arnold. Di- 
rection of the novel program was in 
charge of Dr. Robb and Dr. Arnold 
with Helen Jane Taylor as assistant 
director. Jane Evans and Janet 
Brewster read the two leading animal 
roles. In charge of sound effects and 
music, respectively, were Billie Laps- 
ley and Marjorie Selleck. 

War Relief Bazaar 

Netting a total of $88.00, the Bazaar 
given in Berry Hall is considered by 
the War Relief Committee to have 
been a complete success. Apparent- 
ly those girls Avho were looking for a 
way to aid the war effort found their 
opportunity in this affair. 

Although the grab bags were al- 
most sold out in the first fifteen min- 
utes and Dr. Spencer's sausage sold 
"like hotcakes," the most exciting 
event proved to be the auctions, at 
which many of the girls outbid them- 
selves in an effort to obtain the un- 
usually lovely gifts available. 

Women's Club Program 

Speech and Music departments com- 
bined to present a program before 
the Homestead Women's Club on De- 
cember 14. Included in the program 
were selections by music students, di- 
rected by Miss Welker, and selections 
from the Christmas story, Wind in 
the Willows read by Lorraine Wolf. 


On December 4th the Music De- 
partment presented the first recital 
of the season. It was in celebration 
of the lovely new draperies and rugs, 
which add greatly to the appearance 
of the recital hall and improve the 
acoustics immeasurably. 

The program was varied and inter- 
esting. Allison Meyer played De- 
bussy's Prelude from Piano Suite, 
Jeanne Goodwin sang Schubert's 
Faith in Spring, and the String 
Quartet played Minuetto and Rustic 
Dance from Opus 1 No. 2 by 
Haydn. The String Quartet consists 
of: Joan Titus, First Violin; Joan 
Bowdle, Second Violin; Miles Jan- 
ouch, Viola; Marjorie Ruppelt, Cello; 
and Janet Bovard at the piano. 

Marion Cohen played two modern 
pieces: Fountain of the Acqua Paola 
by Griffes and Sourwood Mountains 
by Farwell. Dale Kirsopp sang two 
modern French numbers: Mandoline 
by Debussy and Nell by Faure. Pa- 
tricia Walton played Noctrune by 
Grieg and Peg Johnson followed sing- 
ing Schumann's Die Lotosblurae and 
Brahms' Immer Leiser Wird Mein 
Schlummer. The program ended with 
a two-piano number, Aragon by 
Longas. Allison Meyer played first 
piano and Virginia Ditges, second 

Glee Cluh Dinner 

Tonight before they go caroling 
on Woodland Road, the members of 
the PCW Glee Club will hold a tra- 
ditional celebration of their own — a 
Christmas buffet supper in Berry 
Hall at five-thirty. After exchang- 
ing small gifts, they will gather to- 
gether and sing their favorite Christ- 
mas songs. Nancy Stauffer, president 
of the Glee Club, announced the com- 
mittees which have made the plans 
for the dinner. Jane Strain has been 
appointed the general chairman, 
Doris Sisler is chairman of the deco- 
ration committee, Mary Lou Reiber 
of the food^buying committee, and 
June Collins of the gift committee. 
The cooking and serving committee, 
under the direction of Jean Thomp- 
son, will prepare the dinner 


December 16, 1942 


Page Seven 



When, your light silvery sleigh bells 
ring out and the heavy crunch of 
snow underfoot announces your ar- 
rival, you wron't be greeted by a still- 
ed' and sleeping household. No sir, 
the girls here at PCW are all getting 
their modest requests in early and 
will be sitting up waiting. 

First of all, I know you'll be de- 
lighted to hear that Marion IVIonliS, 
contented little soul that she is, 
doesn't want anything because she's 
just so happy now. But not so with 
the rest of us. Peggy Donaldson 
wouldn't mind a pair of riding boots 
and Harry James under her tree — 
we mean an artificial tree of course. 
Marjorie Selleck could go for "a 
good bag" in a big way. Marty Har- 
lan bids for a "String of Pearls" and 
lots of "skoits." Marty claims, Santa, 
that since she has such a funny shape 
she needs either a twenty-four or 
twenty-six "skoit." 

We're all dreaming of a white 
Christmas, but Betsy Ross dreams of 
a snowy, white sweater — ^^so she can 
get it dirty — and a luxurious soft 
easy chair. Mary Wells wants a 
candy cane and a thirty — forty shot 
gun to go hunting with Bob! Maria 
Rohrer holds out only for a colored 
doll. Oh yes, and don't forget- Sally 
Cook could use a million dollars very 

Dorothy Nelson also is dreaming 
that you'll give her a few of your 
spare tires. Mary Jane McComb will 
accept a drum of gasoline — with a 
car, to go with it of course — while, 
Betty Urban will be content with just 
an S rationing card. 

Trips are another request that seem 
to be in. the lime light this year. El- 
eanor Sinclair wants a trip to Florida, 
Doris Rowand sends a big Sigh with 
her wish for just a "long trip," while 
Emily Knoll is hoping to go East — 
and She lives in Michigan. A New 
York trip is in the bag for Betty 
McCory, she hopes. Ruth Weston 
doesn't care where she goes just so 
she gets a plane reservation. 

Then there is a conglomeration of 
requests for most anything. Anna 
Jane Goodwin begs for a new supply 
jof moron jokes. Dottie Barrett prays 
("for a stroke of genius, so I can pass." 
Barbara Work would appreciate a 
eood bridge hand just once, and Mary 

ampbell will gladly accept Kauf- 

lann's sport shop as a gift. Polly 

A'^ilson will be contented just to see 

you, Santa, but Louise Flood invites 

you to stay over at her house until 

the Junior Prom — she wants to go 
with a pair of pants, even if they are 
red! Betty Bush is so filled with 
Christmas spirit that she longs for "a 
real live Christmas tree" — how about 
that, Santa, priorities don't stop you, 
do they? 

Janet McCormrck needs a pair of 
glasses to see her way through com- 
prehensives. Elinor Keffer isn't par- 
ticular what you bring her just so it 
is something Spanish. "To see if a 
certain person's in Africa" is all Pat- 
ty Blue cares about. Mary Lou Reib- 
er is keeping her fingers crossed for 
Schaperelli's "Shocking." 

Also, Santa, Anna Mae Devlin and 
Nancy Maxwell have special requests. 
Anna Mae would like a good type- 
writer dovim at work, say one re- 
paired only ten years ago instead of 
the one she's using now, repaired 
twenty years ago. A leave of absence 
will fix Nancy Maxwell up perfectly. 

There are a few items on every 
girls' "must list," warm clothing and 
heat-producing cereal. Both "Billy" 
Lapsley and Mary Jane Youngling 
are hoping they can have a bowl of 
Cheerioats every morning for break- 
fast. Norma Bailey wants a pair of 
Nylons to keep her legs warm — she's 
kidding of course — and Sue Norton 
would like to cuddle in a fur coat 
like Penny Myers'. Sally Landis' 
way of keeping warm is to dance the 
whole night through with those 1000 
records you're giving her. 

Just to prove there are some really 
serious people in the school, Santa, 
please note the following: A good 
$300 a month job in June is all Bet- 
ty Brown thinks about. Jane Meub 
wants the war to end. Oh yes, I al- 
most forgot, Lois AUshouse would 
thank you for just a passing grade in 
"qual" — could you surprise her and 
give her a good mark? 

Such general improvements as a 
new Berry Hall, an elevator installed 
instead of those gruesome steps, and 
noiseless radiators, are just a few 
things we are all asking for. 

And please, dear Santa, bring each 
and everyone of us a man, a furlough, 
and a diamond! Our Uncle Sam may 
give you a little trouble in getting 
the first two, but we're counting on 
you to get around that. As for the 
third, forget your scruples when it 
comes to that — just get them! 

So here's to that full bag of yours, 
Santa, till we see you 'Christmas Eve 

With all OUT love, 



Santa Claus, you sweet old man, 
Lovely Santa dear, 
This December, please remember 
Christmas comes but once a year. 

Georgia Raynor's very choosey 
About a guy to be her steady; 
As this is so, for her please go 
To Hollywood, for Nelson Eddy. 

Nancy Stauffer's plaint is old. 

Constant are her tears; 

Take from your sack (and make it 

A cocker, tripping on its ears. 

And Santa dear, please get a bus 
For Parkinson and Perry; 
To take them down to Uniontown, 
And make their Christmas merry. 

A scooter for a tardy Frosh, 
Showalter's in a rut; 
To start on time for her's a crime 
Does she know three tardies make a 

To Margy Couch, a card of pins 

To stick her with, you see; 

For as you've heard, there's ne'er a 

From her, when she's in company. 

For Jeanne McKeag, a lantern bright 
To show her where to tread; 
So she won't fall in Woodland Hall 
And then come to in bed. 

A room-mate, any kind will do — 
Kay Dunn's wrapped in trouble; 
So please be kind, and help her find 
Someone to share her double. 

Bariod Spriger's turn is dow, 
A box of Kneenex, please; 
The story's old, she's god a cold 
And cad control her sneeze. 

Evlyn Fulton's wish is small 

But large in its own way; 

We really need, you must concede, 

Forty-eight hours in a day. 

Ann Baker doesn't want a lot 

She's only wishing for — 

(It's quite a task; just thought we'd 

For Silence on fourth floor. 

Hutchinson's wish is voiced for all 
Who have no man to tow; 
Here is her song: a furlough long 
And Christmas time with Joe. 
(Continued on Page Eight) 

Page Eight 


December 16, 1942 


Christmas Jingles 

Ignore that list for pins and rings, 

It's nonsense, plain to see; 

Such things are waste, and out of 

But just the same — remember me? 

J. S. 


Shades of Sir Walter Raleigh! . . . 
Only now 'it seems that it's the lady's 
fur icoat that get splattered with mud 
in the name of chivalry instead of the 
gentleman's cloak. A current display 
of feminine chivalry toolt place at 
AlVIH pond when heroic Marion Cru- 
ciger, gallantly assisted by Jeanne De 
Haven, rushed to the rescue of a 
small lad floundering in the icy wa- 
ters. Casualties were aforementioned 
coat and one damaged front tooth. 

* * * 

Double red crosses on coat lapels 
remind us of contributions which de- 
serve to be first on Christmas lists: 
seals to help out stricken tuberculosis 
patients. Brownie cards and PCW 
Products for student scholarships, 
gifts for campus employees and 
Stamps and Bonds to back our men 
— and all the men — behind those 


* * * 

Seeing book-laden Nancy and Sally 
Spencer trudging through the snow 
to school makes us realize that little 
girls and' big ones too are taking and 
liking mileage rationing, and learning 
to walk to victory. 

In our sedate and well-organized 
way, we set out on the day after 
Thanksgiving lor town, neat lists in 
hand, to Do Our Christmas Shopping 
Early. But as we pushed our way 
through the store's revolving door, 
found that we could not even glimpse 
the laboriously executed holiday 
decorations because of the crowds of 
shoppers, and then were caught in a 
feverish thror.g and rushed past once- 
orderly displays, it suddenly occurred 
to us that we were not so much on 
the ball, as we had proudly thought, 
as we were behind it. At five o'clock 
dishevelled and footsore, our smug- 
ness vanished completely and our 
complexions melted ibeyond repair, 
we collapsed wearily against the 
handkerchief counter and shame- 
facedly whispered to the clerk "Tvi^o 
dozen of these . . . yes, that's right 
• — in gift boxes, please." 


The hours are counted, we wait with 

For Friday at noon our furloughs 

The idea is there even if the poe- 
try isn't, but while we pass the time 
till vacation, here are a few — 
Jottings in the Margin 

We see Mary Gallagher keeping up 
the morale of the Army and Navy 
with her honor roll of 350 service 
men . . . Sally Landis getting roses 
from the Navy Air Corps to cele- 
brate her twentieth birthday . . . 
Ginny Alexander seeing Johnstown 
for the first time through starry 
eyes . . . Lou Anne Isham shoving 
off for Coral Gables to see Al Staley 
graduate . . . Marie Rohrer riding 
around in a Mercury convertible with 
Dick (tell us where you get the gas? 
— Ed.) . . . second floor receiving 
cards from sun-tanned Ann Rich- 
ardson in Florida . . . Patsy Speers 
m.aking plans to spend part of Christ- 
mas with Hank. 

Signs of the Times 

Barbara Bollinger smiling again 
now that Dave is in port . . . Jean 
Wyre happy, knowing that Bob is 
safe in she-knows-where . . . Bar- 
bara Work nobly giving Paul over to 
the Air Corps . . . Louise Haldeman 
Graves planning a return trip . . . 
Edie Cole reading all about the 
African campaign . . . the whole 
student body marking off the cal- 
endar with the 18th as an objective. 
More Than Ever 

Mary Jane Youngling forever 
faithful to Ralph . . . Nancy Max- 
well writing J. E. O. all over her 
notebooks. Add members of P. P. 
U. . . . Marian Lambie joined the 
ranl5;s at Thanskgiving . . . Jane 
Fitzpatrick turned in her sweetheart 
emblem for Ted's fraternity pin. Jean 
Archer is wearing a sweetheart pin 
and Ann Baker a ditto from a Phi 
Gam . . . Patty Wright all smiles 
because Knox got home at just the 
right moment to give her the ring. 
Senior Barbara Steele announced her 
engagement to Bill Mangum . . . 
Good news brought by Maria Jose 
is that ex-PCWite Yvonne de Silva 
is now married, and is living in Rio 
. . . Alumna Jane Hanauer recently 
became Mrs. Kirk . . . the Arrow 
enthusiastically welcomes young 
Ralph Kenneth Martin and sends him 
via Santa Claus the fuzziest pair of 
blue booties we could find in town. 

Have You Noticed 

Jeanne De Woody has been doing 
a little "Steeling" on the 50 yard line 
of all the Pittsburgh pro-fooiball 
games. Ginny Hendryx returned 
from her Thanksgiving trip to see 
Chuck very much on the starry- eyed 
side . . . 

Our apologies to Marjorie Harter 
— it's Corporal Lewis. 

So . . . the column is ended, our 
ramblings are through, and here we 
go staggering under the weight of a 
Christmas tree and with tinsel dang- 
ling in our eyes and gaily shout 
"Merry Christmas to you!" 


You'll Be Sorry 

To all of you gals who are just too 
tired, or want to go shopping instead 
of playing volleyball, a word of ad- 
vice. This is not official, but only 
common sense. Remember those lit- 
tle white cards the Physical Fitness 
Committee has been passing around? 
Have you been embarrassed just to 
put down a fifteen minute walk to the 
drug store? In the Interests of our 
present physical fitness program, stu- 
dents must have some form of exer- 
cise each day. Wouldn't it be less 
painful to come out for an hour of 
volleyball rather than an hour of 
compulsory calisthenics or something 
similar? Think about it, my friends, 
then watch the bulletin boards and 
the weekly calendar for athletic op- 
portunities. Remember the AA is not 
giving exhibitions but games for 
everyone to enjoy. The AA board 
may plan the program but it is merely 
a guide. You are AA just as you are 
SGA and YWCA. You all belong and 
what you want to do, we will do. 
When you hear your class has won a 
volleyball or basketball game, you say 
"Gee, that's swell." But what did 
YOU do to help. Yes, go on and 
blush. You're so proud of your 



MOntrose 2909 Prescriptions 
Free Delivery 

December 16, 1942 


Page Nine 


class but it is from an onlooker's 



Volleyball season — packed with 
thrills and upsets. Can it be we see 
the decline of the powerful Junior 
athletic machine, or what did hap- 
pen when the Freshmen took them 
over? The important games today 
bring the yearling crew against the 
Sophomores, and the Juniors versus 
the aged but yet undefeated Senior 
aggregation. The Rose and White of 
'43 has been victorious over both 
Freshman and Sophomore teams, the 
latter victory being gained by five of 
those busy practice-teachers and hon- 
ors students and Arrow editor Marian 
Liambie. Can it be that the Seniors 
m.ay win something yet? 
Drips and Dashes 

Last Tuesday evening seven girls — 
one Senior, one Sophomore, one 
Freshman and four Juniors splashed 
in the briny deep of Mellon Pool as 
the sole entrants in the swimming 
meet. And it was worth seeing, too. 
'Freshman Franny Hilbish chopped 
two seconds from our pool record as 
she breezed through two laps of the 
free-style in 28 seconds. In the back- 
stroke, Marjorie Selleck pulled in 
front of three half-drowned oppo- 
nents. Ross and Wilcox placed first 
and second respectively in the breast- 
stroke. And then we have good old 
side-stroke for form. Naturally all 
seven entered with Riggie placing 
first and Donaldson and Selleck tied 
■ for second. And you should see their 

Dividing the contestants into two 
relay teams clothed in blue and white 
striped p. j.'s Referee Ginny Alex- 
ander blew the whistle. Anchorman 
Hilbish plowed across the finish line 
in front of Rigamount who emerged 
wearing her pajamas zoot-suit style. 
Highlight of the evening came when 
Donaldson, Rigamount and Bacon 
vied for diving honors. The tiny Ju- 
nior copped the running front and 
back dive with Junior Prexy Peggy 
soaring to triumph in the front jack- 

Individual honors of the evening 
went to Selleck and Rigamount tied 
for first, Hilbish second, Donaldson 
third, with Ross, Bacon, and Wilcox 
bringing up the rear. 



207 Fifth Ave. Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Domestic and Foreign Editions 
Phone: ATlantic 7823 


Now that we've all practically rec- 
conciled ourselves to rayon stockings 
and zipperless plackets, we are faced 
with a new problem — how to look 
our best over the holidays. 

Christmas, and furloughs, fun and 
men in your life again. Men want 
to remember the way you look, so 
dress to the ears. Put on your per- 
fume, put on your pearls, and put on 
your pi,-ettiest face. 
Social Security 

If you're in the market for a new 
formal, try something pale and deli- 
cate to make you feel ultra-feminine. 
Breeze through nights of fun in filmy 
rayon chiffon, or soft net. Or try a 
vivid and flattering fuchsia celanese 
rayon crepe accented here and there 
with sequins. Then, too, there's al- 
ways Christmas red, to make you 
look as gay and festive as holly under 
the mistletoe. 

Having decided to ask Santa for a 
new date dress, make sure he does 
right by you. Black celanese rayon 
crepe appliqued with print daisies 
and red "aproned" front. Along more 
conservative lines, but still black, we 
offer t'ne plain rayon crepe, supreme- 
ly simple. Double-breasted, and full 
skirted in front, the pink grosgi-ain 
ruffling at the wrists makes it perfect 
for parties. Or maybe you'd rather 
make them sit up and take notice 
with a black rayon crepe, striped 
bodice of turquoise and cerise, and 
full quilted skirt. 

Color, to take the chill out of Win- 
ter, and jade green with inserted tri- 
angle of coral in front to make waist 
and hips appear half their size. Or 
red, mellow as the blazing fire in 
front of the love-seat. Ekna rayon 
crepe lit up with gold kid belt, and 
kid-bound buttons at neckline and on 
Gadget Gossip 

There's a gadget for every occasion, 
and the more the merrier. For in- 
stance, brilliant, gold-plated sterling 
silver stars, with red, white, and blue 
jewelers stones set in flawless de- 
signs, masquerading as pin and 
matching earrings. And now for 
somethirig really different. Suggest 
to a benefactor that he or she give 
you an "Under the Clock at Times 
Square" lapel watch, in sterling sil- 
ver and rhinestones. 

For taking off that mid-evening 
shine — a lucite cameo compact in 
blue, wine, gold, beige, or clear, and 
an oblong transparent plastic Celares 
lipstick — ^both very 1943. 

Tinkling silver plated bracelets — ■ 
you ican't have too many — and you 
can easily add to your collection on 
the least provocation. 

A very modern choker in plate- 
gold will add to anything from a 
sweaters and skirt to a dinner dress. 

If you're crazy over horses, there's 
a throuoghbred to prance proudly 
upon your lapel. With magnificent 
gold plumes, mane and tail, and pink 
ceramic body, he'll add pomp and 
splendor to a plain suit. And even 
more wonderful are the matching 
horses' head earrings, to grab and 
hold attention. 

Extremely effective are ebony fake 
pearls with if you v/ant them. 

Get into the spirit of things with a 
double gold compact by Coty, hinged 
along the back, by the way, with 
tinkling gold bells. 

(Continued on Page Fifteen) 

Senior Library Contest 

Attention, Seniors! Are you pre- 
pared to enter your choice books for 
competition in the Senior Personal 
Library Contest? Now in its third 
year, this contest is being sponsored 
by the Faculty and Student Library 

A first prize of ten dollars and a 
second prize of five dollars are await- 
ing the successful contestants. Judges 
will render their decisions at a tea to 
be held . about the middle of April, 
1943 and the collections will be ex- 
hibited in the Art Room of the Li- 
brary so that all the college com- 
munity may view the entries. 

The following rules govern the 

1. All books shall be the person- 
al property of the contestant and 
shall bear the bookplate or other 
ownership inscription. 

2. Books submitted may be of 
general interest, or may deal with a 
hobby or special interest of the stu- 
dent. Titles of a distinctly textbook 
order shall be excluded. 

3. The judges shall be persons 
familiar with and interested in books, 
but not members of the Administra- 
tion or Faculty. 

4. The libraries shall be judged 
on their evidence of discriminating 
judgment in selecting books. 

5. A minimum of twenty-five vol- 
umes must be entered in all collec- 
tions, but money value of individual 
books shall not be considered in the 

Page Ten 


December 16, 1942 



The Arrow's secret agent number 
1945 adjusted her black veil, filled 
her pen with lemon juice and wrap- 
ped herself in a Berry Hall shadow 
to await the arrival of a college 

It was rot a long wait. Out of the 
mists of the dim corridor trouped a 
group of trans, ers little realizing the 
danger ahead. 

The danger stepped out from the 
shadow and up to the group and said 
in a low coaxing whine, "I'd like 
some information. What don't you 
like about PCW?" 

"Oh no!" said the gais in one voice, 
"You have that Arrow look and we 
ain t talking." 

"Oh don't be afraid," hissed the re- 
porter, "we're all friends and no 
names will be mentioned." 

"Well," they answered, "in that 
case what do you want to know?" 
, "First,' asked the spy, "tell me what 
you miss most from your old college." 
"Men!" screamed the coed division. 
"Oh I don't laiow '' said the Arrow 
sixth colunmist fingering the Boy 
Scout pin under her veil, "But tell 
me more." 

"They don't have football here," 
sighed a transfer in the back row, 
"but maybe field hockey's almost as 
Too Many Chapels 

"I know something I don't like 
much," confided a T. S., "There are 
too many chapels. Where I went be- 
fore we only had two a week." 

"And speaking of chapels," said 
another, "I think it's rather odd that 
the Student Goverr.iment includes so 
few people, and another thing the 
honor system isn't too effective." 

"Ha ha!" cackled the secret agent 
whipping ofl code on an onion peel 
with her lemon juice pen, "What 
were the honor systems like at your 
former alma mats?" 

"Well," said a Junior up front, 
"Where I come from if two gals would 
get tired during an exam they could 
go out for a coke together." 

"And," added another "It was the 
same way at my old college. The 
honor-system just wasn't violated. 
There would be a question of social 

"Where I went," said another, 
"they used the tap system — you know 
— see a student cheating on an exam, 
tap on the desk, and the student re- 
ports herself." 

Class Chat 

"That would lead to complications," 
said the sinister sister, "if a wood- 
pecker got loose in the classroom. 
Now tell me some more — what about 
class work?" 

"Well," said a worried one, "I like 
my courses and all that but I do wish 
we'd get more frequent grades to see 
where we stand — if we stand at all." 

"Yes," added another, "and in some 
of my courses I get too much 'busy 

"Well," said the Arrow agent "how 
about dorm rules?" 

"I like the way the dorm kids can 
keep their lights on as long as they 
lilie here," said an eye-becircled dor- 
mer, "Where I used to go we could 
only keep them glowing until 10:30 
with two light cuts of 12:30 per 

"I think it would be a good idea," 
said an artistic transfer "to establish 
a 'print club' like the one we had at 
my old college — Vassar has one too. 
T'ne club used to rent for a dollar a 
year good prints to hang up in dorm 
rooms. It brightened the place up no 

The second bell blared out and the 
transfers bolted. 

"That's another," the last one cried, 
"I wish we had ten minutes between 
classes! ' 


Now it is "share your ideas and 
suggestions" about books. This col- 
umn, which will appear regularly in 
subsequent issues of the Arrow is 
being sponsored by the Student Li- 
brary Committee, consisting of Chair- 
man, Janet McCormick, Marjorie 
Couch, Evelyn Glick and Edith iSuc- 
cop and the Librarian, IVIrs. Hansen. 
It is the plan to have faculty and stu- 
dents contribute evaluating comments 
on books they have enjoyed, new or 

Many of our recent library addi- 
tions are to be found in the Best Sell- 
er lists: 

The Robe Lloyd Douglas 

The Song of Bernadette, Franz Werfel 

The Cup and the Sword • 

Alice Tisdale Hobart 

And Now Tomorrow. . . .Rachel Field 

The Uninvited Dorothy Macardle 

They Were Expendable 

William L. White 

Last Train from Berlin 

Howard K. Smith 

Van Loon's Lives. .Hendrik Van Loon 
Storm Over the Land. .Carl Sandburg 

Which of these have you read? 
They are all to be found on the new 

shelf at the Library Loan Desk and 
a place for your notes is nearby. Let's 

Poetry Anthology 

An anthology of poetry by Ameri- 
can college students will be published 
early in the Spring, the Editors of 
Harbinger House, New York publish- 
ing firm, announce. Work on the 
compilation of the volume has al- 
ready begun, and manuscripts are 
now sought. 

Verse by all students, whether 
graduate or undergraduate, will be 
eligible for consideration. Any stu- 
dent may submit an unlimited num- 
ber of poems, but no single poem 
should be more than sixty lines in 
length. Manuscripts should be type- 
written or legibly handwritten, on one 
side of the paper only. 

Manuscripts should be submitted 
prior to January 30, 1943. They 
should be addressed to Editors, Col- 
lege Poetry Anthology, Harbinger 
House, 381 Fourth Avenue, New York, 
N. Y., and must be accompanied by 
return postage. Students may submit 
verse at once, or write for a folder 
giving full information. 
Last Train From Berlin 

Long have we needed an unbiased, 
factual, and authentic picture of Ger- 
many today, and that is exactly what 
we get in Howard K. Smith's story of 
Last Train From Berlin. 

Mr. Smith escaped from Germany -^ ■ 
at the last possible moment — the bor- ^ ' 
der gates swung shut as his train was 
pulling out, and he and his fellow_ re- 
porters were interned for the dura- 
tion. However, he finally left the 
country with information culled from 
years spent as a foreign correspon- 
dent and radio reporter — information 
which makes lively, interesting read- 

Mr. Smith says that Germany's 
war with Russia will be her down- 
fall. The starving, grumbling German 
civilians with their growing distrust 
of the Fuhrer's leadership are hasten- 
ing- that downfall. The author sub- 
stantiates his forecast of a German 
defeat with excellent descriptions of 
deserted food shops in Berlin, ruin- 
ed farms, sickly children, and crowd- 
ed military hospitals. Mr. Smith em- 
phasizes again and again that the 
time has come for a United Nations 
victory over the German people who 
are "rotten ripe for defeat and rev- 

Last Train From Berlin has the 
added value of teaching a timely les- 
son as it entertains. 

December 16, 1942 


Page Eleven 


CHRISTMAS LEAVE by Elizabeth Warner 

Paper Boy: Merry Christmas, Sail- 
or. Paper? 

Sailor: No, thanks, take this and 
run along. 

Paper Boy: Gee, thanks, buddy. So 
long — see you in Singapore. (Walks 
off, calling) Paper, Christmas morn- 
ing papers — here you are, sir. 

Sailor: Merry Christmas . . . Peace 
On Earth, Good Will toward men . . . 
peace and loving kindness . . . God 
the loving Father vi^ho leadeth His 
lambs in the light and glory of His 
goodness . . . Christmas, Christmas 
everywhere. Yeah, where? In Ger- 
many, maybe? Sure, good old Kris 
Kringle spends all year makin' lit- 
tle music 'boxes with pregnant blond 
dames dancin' around on 'em to 
brighten little Adolf's day. Or in 
France? No doubt all the gay little 
shops in good old Paris are chock full 
of goodies, and peasants are dancing 
in the streets. Or take Greece. Now 
there's a race of devout people! Can't 
you just see them dragging their 
starved bodies to Mass to thank God 
for the privilege of sharing Christ- 
mas with the noble Nazi soldiers and 
brave Italians? Ah, what's the use! 
(Walks on in silence awhile) Gosh, 
the park's quiet this morning. Nothln' 
but snow flakes and birds. Even the 
pretty little maids aren't out with the 
kids yet. (Meets a priest). 

Good morning. Father. (Lifts his 

Priest: Good morning, my son. 
Spending your Christrhas in New 
York, eh? 

Sailor: Well, yes sir, more or less, 
sir. That is, my ship's — well, I'll be 
here for a while, Father. 

Priest: (smiles understandingly. 
Yes, I see. God be with you, son. 
(Walks on). 

Sailor: (Tips his cap — goes on) I 
notice he's not ringin' bells and 
shouting hallelujah. Wonder if he 
feels about like I do or if maybe it's 
Singapore lor him soon. He's got a 
young face for all that black cloth. 

(Walks a while and meets an Irish 
policeman meandering on his beat. 
The policeman stops near a tree, rubs 
his hands together, and blows on 

Policeman: Merry Christmas, Sail- 

Sailor: (absentmindedly) Merry 
Christmas, Copper. 

Policeman: Out for a bit of a stroll, 
are ye? 

Sailor: (imitating his brogue) Sure 
and that I am. Copper. (Both laugh 
and go on). 

Sailor: It's so quiex here you got to 
keep reminding yourself it's New 
York to believe it. Not a car in sight. 
Must be nearly ten — the sun's get- 
ting higher, brighter, too. The glare 
from the snow really hits you. 

Good Lord, there's the sub! Damn 
it, this is just the way I didn't want 
to come! Twenty minutes and I'd be 
home. (Stands looking toward the 
subway. Turns suddenly and walks 
in the opposite direction). 

No, damn it, that's what I wasn't 
going to do. Oh, it'd be nice to see the 
folks. Heaven knows I'd like to see 
Mom. But it isn't fair, and anyway I 
couldn't stand it, sayin' good bye and 
all. I know how it'd be. They'd all 
make a big fuss and Mom would cook 
a meal fit for a king. 

Everybody would be gay and pre- 
tend like this year was no different 
from any other. Then Pop would ask 
the blessing and we'd all sort of 
swallow hard on "those who are 
absent from us." Sis' husband still in 
the hospital and her kid due to ar- 
rive any day now. And Joe, they 
don't know where Joe is — poor guy, 
he was going to be the swellest doc- 
tor in the whole state of New York. 

Used to tease Sis about being a doc- 
tor with a waiting list 'fore she'd toe 
a mother. 

It just isn't Christmas, damn it, 
and there's no use pretending it is. 
It's December 25 and that's all. Sure, 
there'd be little gifts and games and 
a few friends would drop in — and 
then I'd have to leave. I know Mom; 
she wouldn't give me a chance to tell 
her I could only stay a couple of 
hours. Then that look like the life 
was leaving her face and eyes when 
she realized what was up. 

No, it's better this way, much bet- 
ter. I'll have reached port safely be- 
fore they hear I've gone, with no 
■worrying in between. (Walks faster 
and begins to whistle "I'm Dreaming 
of a White Christmas." Comes to an 
intersection where there is a news 
stand — a boy about seventeen is 

Paper Boy: Paper! Christmas Morn- 
ing papers . . . Buy a paper, sailor, 
it's my last one. 

Sailor: Sure, kid, I'U buy it. Are 
you through when it's gone? 

Boy: Yes sir, all through. 

Sailor: How about having dinner 
with me? 

Boy: Huh! Well, I should be . . . 
Aye, aye. Sir. You're the Admiral. 
Say, how far it is to Singapore, any- 


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December 16, 1942 


CHRISTMAS IS A FEELING by Patty Leonard '44 

Christmas is a vision — red ribbon 
and green holly, half moons of frost 
on window panes, tinsel and bulging 
stockings, snow and bright noses. 
Christmas is a smell — pine trees and 
turkey, open fires and new furs, pipes 
and perfume. Christmas is a sound — 
crunching snow and carols, tissue pa- 
per and toy trains, chimes and laugh- 
ter. But above all Christmas is a 
feeling brought by these senses; joy 
and warmth, friends and love, devo- 
tion and humbleness. Through the 
splashy gaiety of gifts, holly wreaths, 
and Christmas trees, the memory of 
the birth of the Christ child wells up 
in all hearts. 

These are mature thoughts and 
have not the glory of a child's Christ- 
mas. There is magic about it when 
you're small and Santa Claus with 
his miraculous reindeer is the wonder 
of wonders. Being seven at Christ- 
mas is the best time of all. I have 
never forgotten the heavenly "seven" 
feeling and I never want to. 

It starts its climax on Christmas 
eve: the mysterious crnikling of paper 
downstairs, and the laughter of 
Mother and Daddy, the grim but un- 
fulfilled determination to see Santa 
Claus, the breathless awakening, the 
hasty dressing, a glimpse of the glim- 
mering tree on the way to the dining 
room, and the indescribable agony of 
sitting through breakfast. 

Then! Fairyland. All suppressed, 
wishful hopes come true. First the 
stockings — oranges, harmonicas, soap, 
tin horns, and paper dolls roll out. 
Next the surprised and delighted 
squeaks directed to Mother and Dad- 
dy and Santa Claus, for roller skates, 
Winnie the Pooh, new Mary Janes, 
and all manner of newly concocted 
games. After this the other mem'bers 
of the family examine their loot. 
Beautiful pipe cleaners for Daddy 
from you, an expressive painting for 
Mother (by you of course), and ex- 
citing-looking presents from far away 
relatives. A divinely happy lull fol- 
lows. Gifts are arranged for display, 
the new games are dissected, and the 
turkey is inspected in the aromatic 

Dinner time brings hurried scrub- 
bing: Sunday best, the slam of car 
doors, the clumping of relatives' ga- 
loshes and "Merry Christmas" in all 
voice ranges. All is hubub, happi- 
ness, and thrills. More presents to 
open and a tour of gift inspection goes 
on. A doting aunt asks to see where 
your front tooth isn't any more and 
every one is thanked profusely for 

the gifts received. Dinner is served 
with food unexcelled, family ribbing 
and conversation followed by an 
overstuffed contentedness. 

Rich, fat uncles expound through 
the smoke of their Marsh Wheelings; 
lean, maiden aunts discuss illnesses, 
little boy cousins happily play until 
they break their games, concerned 
Grandmother tries to keep Grand- 
father from the eggnog. Mother 
whispers for you "to blow your nose, 
dear," father is dragged from his 
chair to play "Bollo." But gradually 
relatives gather together coats, 
scarves, and mittens, and after 

lengthy goodbyes they are gone. 

Dusk finds you tired and a little 
whiny, in spite of the day's happi- 
ness. It is quiet. Some of the magic 
is gone but lights on the Christmas 
tree are still rose and blue. Daddy 
starts a Christmas oarol and you and 
Mother join. This is when the feel- 
ing is strongest — tears and laughter, 
love and gratefulness. 

Christmas is gone. Then a turkey 
sandwich and the first chapter of 
Pooh, in the middle of which you fall 
asleep, happier than any words could 
ever tell . . . because Christmas is a 
feeling, when you are seven. 

February Class 

(continued from page 5) 
days a week. In addition, each stu- 
dent would be able to enter an elec- 
tive course^ perhaps a language, in 
which she has had some previous 
training, or speech or other course in 
which second semester entrance is 

Some arrangements would be made 
to provide an orientation program, 
which, of course, would be on a les- 
ser scale than the usual Freshman 

Announcement of the proposed 
class has just recently gone out to 
the high schools and to individual 
girls, so students are urged to con- 
tact Miss Rachel Kirk or a prospec- 
tive freshman directly if they know 
of any who would be interested. 


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DEAR MOTHER By Joanne Knauss '44 

Dear Mather: 

Things are quiet here tonight — ^al- 
most too quiet. Ait the moment 
everyone seems to be living in a world 
of his own — thinking and planning, 
meditating, meditating and possibly 
regretting . . . but no man can know 
just what goes on behind another's 
expressionless face. I have just come 
from the Christmas .ve chapel serv- 
ice where the candles and soft music 
brought tears to my eyes. After the 
service as I walked back to the bar- 
racks in the cold air, the moon, seem- 
ed to be crystal and the stars seemed 
to be little lights blinking on and 
off. It was then that I began living 
over my past Christmases with you. 

It seems like yesterday that I woke 
up before you and Dad, stumbled 
down the steps in the dark, and found 
awaiting me the most beautiful elec- 
tric train I had ever seen. That train 
always seemed a very private part of 
each Christmas afterward. No one 
else could ever operate "The Silver 
Streak" the way I could, and no one 
ever dared 4ake the matter into his 
own hands . . . not without con- 
sulting me. Yes, that was my beauti- 
ful train. Tell Jody to take good care 
of it when her iboyfriends decide to 
give it a spin. 

It must have been the Christmas 
after I got "The Silver Streak" that 
Jody was born. It doesn't seem pos- 
sible that she is trucking around to 
formal dances already. Dear little 
Jody. Mom, remember how you used 
to plead with me not to tell Jody 
about Santa Claus? Jody just 
wouldn't believe it; when I finally 
told her. She cried — and called me a 
bad boy. You had such a time getting 
her to be reasonable. 

Probably (the saddest Christmas we 
had was the first one without Dad. It 
put a black curtain over things for 
us. I had to serve dinner and the 
empty seat at the dinner table made 
us all choke. I remember how brave- 
ly you tried to keep back the tears 
when Jody finished her prayer with 
"and God bless daddy — in Heaven." 

After that, each Christmas seemed 
to be more and more grown up. The 
year I came back from prep school I 
wore my first set of tails and sent my 
first "girl" her first orchid. I really 
thought I was a man of the world. 
The next year I oanne back with rad- 
ical ideas on social justice. Christ- 
mas Eve I took packages to the tene- 
ment section of the North End. I 
picked up an old beggar on the street 

corner and invited him home for 
Christmas dinner. You almost fainted 
when you saw the old fool but you 
were heart-sick when you missed 
your silver candlestick holders. 

One of the fellows — from Little 
Rock, Arkansas (I think I told you 
about him) — just received a telegram 
from his sister-in-law saying that he 
can be proud of an eight pound baby 

"The Coke's in" 

"That's the happy greeting heard today when a 
new supply of Coke arrives at a cooler. Folks 
wait for it . . . wait because the only thing like 
Coca-Cola is Coca-Cola itself. Customers smile 
and start moving up to pause and be refreshed. 

"There's a cheerful spirit about this way of 
accepting wartime restrictions. Morale is high." 



Page Fourteen 


December 16, 1942 

son, born this afternoon. He is pass- 
ing out cigarettes as though he owns 
the American Tobacco Company. 
Everyone in the room is radiating 
pride as though it were his own son. 
Here, more than anywhere, we realize 
that it's all in the family — a great 
big family that is scattered from 
coast to coast. 

The room has suddenly become 
alive and "Merry Christmas" is 
echoing all over the camp. It's mid- 
night and there is no reveille to- 
morrow. This Christmas isn't at all 
the usual Christmas we fellows have 
known. I can hardly believe that 
Christmas is here and you and Jody 
aren't. But don't worry about me. 
This Christmas day will be different 
but it will be a good one — and an 
experience I wouldn't miss for the 

The war looks pretty optimistic 
now. Maybe this time next year 
we'll all be together again — let's hope 
so! The one thing I know for sure 
is that every man is doing his best — 
beyond that, nothing need be said. 

Take care of yourself and Jody, 
Mother, until I come back to take 
care of you both. 

Your loving son .... 

Christmas Pageant 

(continued from page 5) 

from the lips of peasants in the Bas- 
que country by the Padre Donastia. 
The Shepherds and the Inn, a Mex- 
ican carol arranged by Harvey 
Gaul was blended in the program 
along with a Gloria. 

The tableaux representing Biblical 
scenes of the first Christmas were: 
the Annunciation, the Angels, the 
Shepherds, the Wise Men, and the 
Holy Family. The part of Mary was 
portrayed by Phyllis Tross; Joseph 
by Janet McCormick; and Gabriel, by 
Jean Bacon. 

PFSsages from the Scriptures were 
given by Jeanne Goodwin, Evlyn 
Fulton, Marilou Haller, Peggy Chant- 
ler, and Nancy Staufler. 

A frame for the setting of the 
Tableaux was made by members of 
Mr. George B. Kimberly's class in 


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send Christmas or New Year's greetings by Long 
Distance — especially to Washington and other cen- 
ters of war activity. 

Important war and emergency colls will, of 
course, be given precedence during the holiday 
rush. This means that other calls may be subject to 
long delays on certain over-crowded circuits to the 
South and to the West. We are sorry — but such de- 
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December 16, 1942 


Page Fifteen 


A DOG'S CHRISTMAS by Martha Harlan '44 

Tommy was oblivious of Spotty's 
crestfallen face as he led him down 
the basement steps to his temporary 
bed of straw by the furnace. It was 
Christmas Eve and a dog didn't fit 
into the scene of hanging Christmas 
tree ornaments and baking mince 
pies. PUes of dishes borrowed from 
Aunt Sue's house now occupied Spot- 
ty's favorite lounge under the stove. 
A bed in the basement always meant 
the approach of a holiday — and how 
Spotty hated holidays! Thanksgiving 
he nearly choked to death on a tur- 
key bone, Labor Day he was lost in 
the country while the family enjoyed 
a picnic, and he spent the Fourth of 
July in the bath tub, his only refuge 
from nerve- wracking explosions. Hor- 
rible holiday m.emories must have 
haunted Spotty's dreams, for all night 
long sharp cries came from the cellar. 

At day break Spotty woke with a 
jolt and cautiously made his way up 
the basement stairs. The kitchen was 
deserted; bits of paper, pine needles, 
excelsior and string broke the sym- 
metry of the black and white floor. 
Spotty's food dish was empty and his 
water bowl dry. He thought his best 
bet would be to wake the family and 
to start things buzzing. 

Out of the kitchen into the hall, his 
soft patter halted at the living room 
door. What was that huge tree doing 
in the living room? It was not an 
ordinary tree. Brightly colored balls 
hung from every limb, the branches 
were laden with silvery icicles and 
the room smelled of pine. Under the 
tree there were boxes of all sizes, 
shapes and colors tied with satin 
bows. His head cocked to one side 
in true Dalmatian form. Spotty 
glanced first at the three contorted 
stockings over the mantel then at the 
perky holly wreaths in the windows, 
at the "mamma" doll propped up 
against a shiny red fire engine. Upon 
closer inspection he spied a bird 
perched on an upper branch just like 
the blue jay he had been forbidden 
to chase. Everything was so still that 
he could hear the water dripping 
from the faucet in the kitchen into 
the sink. 

"Whoopee! Bang! It's Christmas!" 

"Wonder if Santa came?" 

"Bet I'll be the first downstairs." 

"Tommy, wait for me!" 

"Ouch, my foot!" 

"Zip! Bang" 

Tommy was down the banister be- 
fore Gretchen could stumble to the 

At the first outburst Spotty had 

shot under the dining room table 
afraid to move or breathe. Spotty's 
treacherous holiday had begun! 

One by one the family filed into 
the kitchen; mother fixed toast and 
coffee in a jiffy, father, who had to 
be called four times, finally appeared 
with tousled hair and half shut eyes, 
grandma and grandpa were rearing to 
go, and Aune Kate had all she could 
do to keep Tommy and Gretchen 
away from the presents until every- 
one had eaten and gathered around 
the tree. 

As the aroma of toast and bacon 
fioated into the dining room Spotty 
uncurled from under the dining room 
table and trotted into the kitchen 
with the crowd which managed to 
step on his right forepaw twice in 
five minutes. Upon close inspection 
Spotty found his dishes still empty. 
Two sharp barks for recognition were 
answered only with a command to lie 
down which Tommy enforced by a 
firm grip on the dog's hind quarters. 

The eating ceremony did not last 
long because excited squeals and 
laughter soon drew the older folks 
into the living room where Tommy 
and Gretchen had already discovered 
most of their treasures. 

Disconsolately, Spotty licked up 
crumbs from around the breakfast 
table. Suddenly mother realized he 
had been neglected in the turmoil. 

"Poor little Spotty," said mother. 
"He hasn't had any breakfast." 

Of course no one but "Mom" ever 
thinks of feeding a dog. 

With a full stomach Spotty relaxed 
on the fioor, contented at last. Sud- 
denly Gretchen called, "Here Spotty!" 

He jumped to his feet and ran into 
the living room where Gretchen stood 
dangling one of the stockings from 
the fireplace. Could this be for him? 
Not stopping to decide Spotty grab- 
bed the stocking in his teeth and 
chewed it to bits. As he mangled 
the stocking, small packages in tissue 
paper and ribbon scattered over the 

floor. A big rubber ball, a rubber 
bone, dog biscuits, and a shining dog 
collar lay before Spotty's dancing 
eyes. Gretchen dressed him in the 
studded collar and added a scarlet 
satin bow in keeping with the Yule 

All afternoon Spotty was the cen- 
ter of attention, retrieving his ball 
for countless visitors and relatives. 
As the last uncle said goodnight 
Spotty, a much more tired but hap- 
pier pup, dragged himself to the 
kitchen. There with tired eyes he 
saw that Aunt Sue had taken her 
dishes home from under the stove. 
Spotty flopped himself on the warm 
floor under the stove with the juicy 
remains of a turkey leg. 

"Wonder when we'll have another 
holiday?" he seemed to be saying as 
he gnawed the bone in ecstasy. 


(continued from page 9) 
For Him: 

Now that your Man's in Uncle 
Sam's Service, and the usual shirts, 
ties and socks won't do, what are you 
going to give him? 

One of the prominent manufactur- 
ers has come to your rescue with a 
really super utility case. Chrom- 
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malve them rust-proof will hold his 
shaving brush, razor, razor blades 
and such. There's a special tube for 
his toothbrush, also enamel-lined, 
and unbreakable mirro. Other kits 
include a mending one for the in- 
evitable loose button, and a shoe- 
shine kit. 

And that is our sum total of news 
in the lashion line — for the present 
at least. We leave you now with the 
wish for happy buying days ahead. If 
you can get through that crowd you 
deserve anythirg you can get your 
hands on. 


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Your trip home for the Holidays fortunately needn't coincide with the last-minute 
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crowds are heaviest — ^and return to college after the big rush. You'll be saving a 
bus seat for a soldier on leave or a war worker at the only time he can go — and 
you'll have a less crowded trip yourself. 

It's important this year to get ticl^ets and information in advance and to leave as 
far ahead of Christmas as possible. Greyhound will make every effort to serve stu- 
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Nancy Davidson, Joan Davies, Virgina Ditges, Virginia Gillespie, 
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Nancy Showalter, Phyllis Tross, Betsy Kinney. 

Hello, Freshmen! 

The Arrow welcomes to PCWs campus the first group 
of Freshmen ever admitted to the college at the mid-year. 
These girls have received a privilege and a challenge. 
They are being given the opportunity to have the expe- 
rience of being in college with all its fun, with all its 
possibilities for Icnowledge. We are glad to see them 
here, are glad to help them become part of the Freshman 
class, and of PCW. 

But we, and the world, too, expect something big 
from these girls. For being in college today implies a 
responsibility in life tomorrow. The obligation of lead- 
ership, the obligation of intelligent, active contributions; 
these are only a few of the requirements demanded of 
them, auad of us all. 

PCW has accelerated. The government has requested 
that our course be speeded up. Accordingly exams were 
moved forward and shortened, the new semester begun 
earlier. There will be no spring vacation. (But the ad- 
ministration promises a long week-end at Easter.) Grad- 
uation has been advanced two weeks. And there will be 

some sort of modified summer term, so that new Fresh- 
men can complete their credits, upperclassmen take ad- 
ditional courses. 

Changes are being made, war-time changes. But we 
at PCW are still allowed to study and to play. We must 
be worthy of this privilege, meet the challenge it implies. 

What's Wrong? 

There is a war going on . . . schools are being 
bombed . . . homes destroyed . . . books burned . . . 
people are being killed . . • not just fighting men but 
women and children ruthlessly slaughtered. 

And we on PCW campus certainly cannot be un- 
aware of this nor indifferent to it. We hear it blasted 
forth on the radio, read it screaming from the headlines. 
But what, just what are we doing about it? 

What can we do? We are not men, who can fight. 
They tell us to stay in school, college graduates are more 
valuable to the war effort. But there are lots of little 
things that can be done. Yes, they are the routine, per- 
haps uninteresting tasks. But they must be done. And 
we are the ones who must do them. 

Perhaps you don't feel glarrtorous buying a War 
Stamp. But the government must have guns for its 
soldiers. You know how vital this is, but do you buy 
War Stamps? The answer is no . . . the figures have 
been before you. The Chart, posted by the Conservation 
committee, showed that ridiculously low percentages of 
all groups were bothering to give Johnny his gun. 

It is a bit more heroic to give part of you, part of 
your body, your blood to the war effort. You have heard 
lots about the Red Cross Blood Bank. But have you 
given your blood? Again the chart shows that only a 
few brave souls have dared donate a few pints. Is it to 
be just these few PCWites who are to fight and win this 
war, or are we all in it? 

Or are you the intellectual type? You like to do jpour 
part by following instructions, reading, or talking things 
out. There were not even enough people interested to 
form a Home Nursing Class this year. A meager num- 
ber started a First Aid course. And when, just recently, 
those desiring to start a new class in First Aid were 
polled, the results did not justify it. Maybe you don't 
like nursing. But remember, a War Seminar was offered 
early this fall if enough students were interested in tak- 
ing it for credit. It fell through. 

What is the matter with us? We are not completely 
uninterested. Our Civilian Defense set-up is excellent. 
The machinery is there. A good deal has been done. We 
have had successful air raid drills. The War Relief Com- 
mittee held a Bazaar that was an outstanding success. 
Stamps are being sold. 

But, as yet, not enough people are concerned in this 
organization. And not nearly enough are willing to coop- 
erate. We need people with ideas, who will give their 
time and talent, people who feel that they are vitally 
concerned with PCW's part in the war. And the rest 
of us must be alert to help them. Let's show that we 
will, that we want to. Let's buy War Stamps, give blood. 
Let's find the time for Home Nursing, First Aid. Let's 
really help to win this war! 

February 17, 1943 


Page Three 



The Arrow gourmet finished her 
tenth bunch of parsley. "Gee," she 
sighed to the person two seats over, 
"I wonder what we're going to have 
for dessert." 

"Why don't you ask the people at 
that table in the corner?" suggested 
the other, "they're responsible for 
this Valentine Dinner and they'd 
know what's cooking." 

With a leap, the reporter found 
herself in front of Miss Bair. A 
dorm girl was just bringing in the 
first course. At the sight of the tur- 
key, the budding Lucius Beebe lapsed 
into a reverie and momentarily ig- 
nored the ressert. 

"Just how did you do it!" she de- 
manded of the threesome in front of 

"Oh," said Ginny Gillespie, "we 
weren't the only ones planning for 
these 270 people. Let's see . . . 
there were Mary Schweppe, Betty 
Spierling, and Betty Bush ..." 

"And," added Marian Cruciger, 
"Helen Parkinson, Eleanor St. Clair, 
and Chickie Sawders." 

"And don't you dare forget," Miss 
Bair exclaimed, "Mrs. Benn and the 
forty girls from the dorm who are 
serving this dinner." 

Just then the Freshmen announced 
with a song that they had elected 
Mrs. Watkins as their class adviser; 
she, as well as other Advisers Shupp 
and Martin, was wearing white gar- 
denias on her shoulder. Dr. Wallace, 
the fourth adviser, had received a 
Sweetheart box of candy from his 
advisees, the Sophomores. 

The food fiend hurried back to her 
table after making these brief obser- 
vations, and then rushed over to Dil- 
worth Hall to steal a seat for the 
faculty entertainment. 

Once there, she sat on the edge of 
her piece of floor and waited . . . 
and waited. Finally the voice of 
radio announcer Robb told of the out- 
standing personages that had come to 
view the faculty-student sporting 

Gene Tunney Spencer led the pro- 
cession of dignitaries into the room, 
followed by the Royal Family of Eng- 
lEind, including Queen Mary Helen 
Marks, King George VI Scholl, Queen 
Elizabeth Hansen, and the two prin- 
cesses, Elizabeth Myers and Mar- 
garet Rose McFeteridge, looking 
veddy British right down to the tops 
of their bright plaid socks. 

(Continued on page 11) 

Warstyle Prom 

On Friday, March 5, the annual 
long-awaited Junior Prom will be 
held at the University Club from 
8:30 to 12:30, with the local orches- 
tra of Bernie Armstrong providing 
the music. 

Chairman Barbara Caldwell and 
her committee composed of Mary 
Campbell, Betsy Meader, Martha 
McFall, and Patricia Eldon, are mak- 
ing plans for an unusual Prom. After 
visualizing the prospect of PCWites 
gracing the street cars and icy roads 
in formal dresses, they voted to make 
the dance informal because of trans- 
portation difficulties. As a side-line 
to the dancing, there will be a soft 
drink bar at the club. 

According to tradition, a tea dance 
will be held on the Saturday after- 
noon following the Prom. Scheduled 
from three to five o'clock, it will be 
held in the Art Center. As is cus- 
tomxary, members of the Hood and 
Tassel, with Amy McKay as chair- 
man, are sponsoring the dance. The 
committee is planning a come-as- 
you-like affair. There will be danc- 
ing to a nickelodeon, bowling, and 
bridge; dress is to be according to 
the couple's plans for the afternoon. 

Both committees for Junior Prom 
Weekend hope that many will attend 
the activities. Come to the Prom 
and the Tea Dance too! Tickets for 
the Prom are $3.50 and those for the 
Tea Dance are $.75. Help make Jun- 
ior Prom Weekend live up to tradi- 
tion, and be the biggest social event 
of the year at PCW. 

Dr. Arnold Drafted 

After having been a member of the 
Speech Department for only four 
months. Dr. Arnold has received no- 
tice that he will be inducted into the 
Army this week. 

He came to PCW from Akron Uni- 
versity, where he had been teaching. 
Prior to that he had taken his B.S. at 
Sioux City College, and his M.A. and 
Ph.D. at the University of Iowa. 

While here, besides teaching regu- 
lar speech classes, he has taken a 
special interest in the group studying 
radio script writing and production 
techniques, and also in the debate 
and discussion group. As a person, 
he will be remembered among other 
things for his brisk, friendly manner, 
and for his humorous and capable 
auctioneering at the War Relief Ba- 

The position which he vacates has 
not been filled as yet. 


By now they probably feel like 
college veterans, but to genuine old- 
sters, PCWs first February class is 
still a novelty. Planning to attend 
school this summer and return to 
PCW as Sophomores in the fall are 
Margaret Mistrik, Barbara Cott, Lula 
Copetas, and Ruth Teplitz of Peabody 
High, Agnes Filipelli and Arline Le- 
vinson of Schenley, Priscilla Hendryx 
and Lois Jean Jackson of AUderdice 
and Carrick, Jean McCuUough and 
Jane Field of Dormont and South 
Hills, and Virginia Van Kirk of 

PCW seems to have hit the jackpot 
with its new Freshmen, for all the 
girls rated high in scholastic stand- 
ing, and were active in extra-curric- 
ular activities. Spwrts and drama 
were their main high school interests, 
and they hope to continue these ac- 
tivities at PCW. 

Ardent Student Government mem- 
bers were Jane and Lois Jean, while 
Lula, Arline, and Ruth were the O. 
Henrys and Louis Bromfields of their 
classes. And if someday soon you 
hear "Hold it please!" it will be Bar- 
bara, whose hobby of photography 
will be her career. As for other 
Careers of Distinction, Margaret is 
looking forward to the day when she 
will be a fullfledged lab technician, 
Agnes thinks she will major in 
French, and Virginia wants to do 
secretarial work, with an eye to- 
wards foreign languages. The field 
of music is represented by Priscilla 
and Jean, who are already PCW Glee 
Club members.* Agnes and PriscUla 
have sisters in the Senior class (see 
cover) . 

Under the leadership of Patty 
Leonard, the eleven new members of 
the Freshman class are learning about 
their new school in an accelerated 
orientation program. To date they 
have listened to talks by Jane Fitz- 
patrick, Amy McKay, and Mary 
Schweppe on the SGA, YWCA, and 
the Honor System, and have attend- 
ed a tea given by Miss Marks in their 
honor. The girls, identifiable by their 
name badges, will be spared the tra- 
ditional test given to all Freshmen at 
the end of their orientation period, 
as their accelerated program leaves 
no time for it. 

All agree that PCW is "the school 
for us," and the only complaints are 
(you guessed it) the STEPS, and the 
appalling lack of MEN! Never mind, 
kids, you'll get used to it. 

J. S. 

Page Four 


February 17, 1943 



Already used to turning in old 
toothpaste tubes to get new ones, 
PCWites are now becoming familiar 
with the idea of bringing scrap or 
silk as admission to entertainments 
also. Active Activities Council head 
Jane Evans announced that old com- 
pacts or lipsticli cases would be the 
admission to the annual class play 
contest to be held on February 24. 
Students are asked to hunt in their 
vanity drawers for outworn compacts 
and empty metal cases to bring to the 
chapel on the night of the contest. 

Experienced Seniors nod apprecia- 
tively at the rehearsal schedules post- 
ed on class bulletin boards, as they 
recall how last year at this time they 
were rehearsing the script of I Wake 
Up Screaming which won the prize 

For the past two years the Junior 
class has won the contest and Helen 
Smith, Junior director, says the class 
is never one to break a tradition — ^ob- 
viously forgetting the upset it brought 
about at Color Day last year. The 
impressive title of the Junior play is 
Epitome of Antithesis, or When the 
Lights Go On Again All Over the 
World These Girls Will Still Be In 
the Dark; it was written by Helen 
Smith, Nancy Stauffer, and Ann Mc- 

Sophomore co-directors Peggy 
Chantler and Jane Murray disclose 
that Peggy turned serious in writing 
the play As a Man Thinketh. They 
are planning an effective set to sym- 
bolize the theme. 

Out to repeat their Color Day per- 
formance, the Freshman class writers 
Joan Harms and Emily Sawders have 
collaborated on a play that is as yet 
unnamed, but is also in a serious vein. 

Judges of the contest will be three 
PCW alumnae, Jean Miller, Sally An- 
derson, and Alice Chattaway Kittle. 

Senior Dinner 

Monday evening, February 1, mem- 
bers of the Senior class dressed in 
skirts and sweaters, "strictly inform- 
al," met in Andrew Mellon Hall for 
the annual Senior Dinner. 

Dinner Chairman Martha Jane 
Truxall brought forth excellent food, 
despite war-time shortages. Delight- 
ed Seniors applauded her choice of 
chicken pie, tossed salad — with olives 
an inspired touch, ice cream roll and 
coffee as feature items on the menu. 

After the dinner in AMH dining 
room, girls adjourned to the library 

to hear the plays submitted for their 
approval by Lorraine Wolf and her 
committee. This class had already 
decided not to write an original play, 
and to abide by tried and true, if not 
PCW talent. 

Class vote was finally cast for 
Quality Street, comedy by Sir James 
Matthew Barrie, author of What 
Every Woman Knows, Dear Brutiis 
and the well-loved Peter Pan. Se- 
niors will soon cast and begin work 
on their production, scheduled for 


Overcoming the difficulties of not 
being able to actually study the dif- 
ferent human diseases or the organ- 
isms which cause them very com- 
pletely in the laboratory here at 
school, the pathology class is plan- 
ning a number of trips to local in- 
stitutions. Miss Marion Laskey, in- 
structor in biology, arranged for 
the class to witness an operation at 
the Shadyside Hospital at eight 
o'clock this morning. The group is 
also going to the Municipal Hospital, 
as is the bacteriology class, to see 
and hear about many laboratory tests 
and techniques. Other points to be 
visited are the University of Pitts- 
burgh Medical Museum and a tuber- 
culosis hospital. 

Under the direction of Mrs. Mar- 
tin, head of the Biology Depart- 
ment, the nature study class is mak- 
ing weekly trips to Frick and High- 
land Parks to study nature first-hand. 

Sixteen nursing students from the 
three lower classes were entertained 
at a tea given by Miss Marks in her 
rooms at Andrew Mellon Hall on 
Friday, February 5. Miss Marks' 
mother was guest hostess. 
Seminar Speaker 

Miss Mollie Hill, medical technol- 
ogist from Veterans' Hospital, spoke 
at the biology seminar on February 
9 about the qualifications and duties 
of a medical technologist. Miss Hill 
has done some special work with al- 
lergies and she devoted part of her 
talk to a discussion of that subject. 
Returning Faculty 

Second semester brought back to 
the faculty two members of the Sci- 
ence Department: Mrs. Albert Mar- 
tin, who teaches biology, nature 
study, and horticulture, and Mrs. J. 
K. Doutt, who teaches education for 

(Continued on page 7) 



Participating in the program pre- 
sented by the Music Department be- 
fore the Colloquium Club of Pitts- 
burgh on January 25, were Alice Lee 
Gardner and Marion Kieffer giving 
vocal solos, and Pauline Basenko 
playing the clarinet, Patricia Walton 
the piano, and Joan Titus, the vio- 

At a tea given for her fellow PCW 
alumnae on February 6 by Mrs. 
Kirkpatrick, two music students, 
Alice Lee Gardner and Patricia Wal- 
ton, performed. 

News Letter 

For some years, PCW Alumnae 
have received news about the college 
and about the doings of fellow 
Alumnae through a magazine called 
the Alumnae Recorder. One mem- 
ber from each class contacted her 
classmates, wrote up their activities, 
and submitted them for publica- 

Recently though, something new 
was started. The Journalism classes 
scouted for news of the college, 
wrote up events going on at PCW 
now, put their noses to the ground 
and were hot on the trail of interest- 
ing features. The result: The 
Alumnae News Letter. Two editions 
have now been put out, and from all 
indications. Alumnae are more than 

War Worker 

Back in Pittsburgh on a month's 
leave, June '42 graduate Elizabeth 
Rowse visited PCW and spoke to stu- 
dents in German courses on the op- 
portunities in South America for 
those who read and speak German. 
Elizabeth left PCW a month before 
her graduation last year to take the 
job of government censor in Miami, 
Florida, where she has been since 
that time. 


Twenty-eight school rings were 
ordered last week, seven by Seniors 
and the rest by Junior class mem- 
bers. The price of the rings has 
been reduced from the $22.50 it was 
last year to $15, plus tax. This re- 
duction comes as a result of the in- 
ability of the company to get import- 
ed stones for the rings, because of 
the shipping difficulties. , 

F=hruarv i". in '3 


Page Five 



Now being made by the Music De- 
partment are plans for its annual 
spring recitals. This year, in place 
of giving separate programs for each 
division of the department, students 
studying piano, voice, modern dance, 
and ensemble will participate in a 
series of recitals which will be pre- 
sented in the Art Center on April 28, 
May 5, and May 12. The final organ 
recital will be held in Berry Hall the 
latter part of the semester. June 
Hunker will present her organ re- 
cial separately on April 19. 

In preparation for these programs, 
many workshops are being held by 
the voice and p:ano students. On 
Wednesday, February 3, the organ 
students held an organ workshop in 
the chapel. Betty Spierling played 
Finlandia, by Sibelius, and Lament, a 
Negro spiritual. Evening Prayer, by 
Humperdinck, and Flocks from Dis- 
tant Hills, by Alfred Johnson, were 
played by Mary Jane Fisher. Mary 
Ruth Sampson played Prelude, Fugue 
and Chaconne, by Buxtehude, Goldie 
Scholl played Allegretto in B Minor, 
by Guilmant, and June Hunker play- 
ed Andante Cantabile (First Sonata), 
by Phillip James, and Fantasy in C 
Major, by Cesar Franck. The pro- 
gram was concluded with Amy Mc- 
Kay's playing of Clair de Lune, by 
Karg-Elert and Sonata in C Minor, 
by Guilmant. 





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Radio Script Contest 

Have you joined the ranks of 
aspiring Shakespeares and O'Neills? 
Activities Council is again sponsor- 
ing a radio script contest. The con- 
test began February 10th and will 
continue to March 24th, a period of 
six weeks. Rules of the contest will 
be posted outside the chapel. Scripts 
should be written for a fifteen or a 
thirty minute program, whichever is 
best suited to the subject. The win- 
ning script will be broadcast over 
the air and the winner will receive 
a prize of $10.00. Contest judges 
will be two radio critics and a mem- 
ber of the faculty. 

If you decide to enter the contest, 
keep Dr. Arnold's suggestions for a 
good radio script in mind: (1) choose 
an idea for the script that is not too 
inclusive, choose a specific instance 
or event, (2) write the script for a 
time in excess of fifteen or thirty 
minutes because programs tend to 
run shorter in actual production, 
(3) remember that the audience is 
unseen, all ideas must be transmitted 
through hearing. 

Coke Parties 

Gab-fest Coke parties instead of 
class meetings — the Sophomore class 
lias decided that more can be gained 
in such parties than in the usual 
meetings. They increase attendance, 
although no "cuts" are given for 
absences, intensify class spirit, and 
help the day and dormitory stu- 
dents to become better acquainted. 

So far the Sophomore class has 
had two such parties, one on January 
6 and another on February 10. Both 
were held in the Conover Room of 
Andrew Mellon Hall. Others are be- 
ing planned by the various classes. 

At the informal meetings an- 
nouncements are made, the girls 
•'gossip" or play bridge, and refresh- 
ments are served. 


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YW Services 

In a darkened, candle-lit chapel. 
President Amy McKay led the first 
YW chapel service of the month on 
February 3. 'Two religious passages 
were read by Jane Evans, and Peg 
Johnson sang a hymn accompanied 
by Mr. Collins at the organ. 

Today Dr. Bernard Clausen, minis- 
ter of the First Baptist Church, spoke 
at chapel on the dynamic subject 
'■Don't Be Afraid of Life." Dr. 
Clausen is noted for his novel and 
interesting approaches to present- 
day problems; he has spoken here 
several times in the past and has 
been most heartily received. 

On the calendar for March YW 
programs is one featuring Mrs. Ayars 
as soloist and another at which Dr. 
Walter Mark Debb will speak. 
Ensign Campbell 

How one can get into the WAVES, 
what the enlisted Navy woman is ex- 
pected to do, and the inside informa- 
tion on the life of a WAVE were 
revealed by Ensign Josephine Camp- 
bell, foi-mer PCW Field Secretarj-, 
when she spoke in chapel on Mon- 
day, February 15. Ensign Campbell 
is now working with the Naval Pro- 
curement Office of the WAVES in 
Pittsburgh; she spoke here last fall 
in a YW meeting, just after receiving 
her commission. 
And on the Screen . . . 

Two movies will be shown at the 
college very soon; one is about South 
America, and is to be given by 
YWCA. The other is a one-hour 
movie. Target for Tonight, the story 
of an air raid by the RAF over Ger- 
many. It has already been shown in 
mcny of the local theaters as a fea- 
ture picture. Dr. Kinder says. 

Faculty Club 

Dr. Carl W. Doxsee was the speak- 
er at the Faculty Club meeting on 
Februar-y 2. Miss Shields was chair- 
man of the gathering, turned the 
m,eeting over to Dr. Doxsee after tea 
had been served. His subject: "The 
Modern German Mind." The speech 
concerned the effects that philoso- 
phers Fichte, Hegel and Neitschze 
have had on the present Nazi doc- 
trine. Fichte believed in the exulta- 
tion of the will, said Dr. Doxsee, 
Hegel in the exultation of the state, 
while Neitschze anticipated Hitler's 
present scheme of immoralism. After 
his talk, speaker Doxsee led the dis- 
cussion that followed. 

Page Six 


February 17, 1943 



That school morale and interest in 
war activities must be stimulated 
was the decision made at a meeting 
of the Defense Council on Febru- 
ary 10. 

Miss Errett reported on plans for 
organizing a First Aid class if enough 
students signed up to make it worth 
while, expressed concern over the 
fact that PCWites are not donating 
their blood to the Red Cross as will- 
ingly as other colleges. Miss Errett 
said that there was a city-wide 
slump in donations during the holi- 
days, but the ground lost had not 
as yet been regained. It was sug- 
gested by a Council member that 
the exceptional cases of weakness 
after making the donation had been 
overemphasized on campus, and that 
the students have received a false 
impression of the nature of the pro- 

The blood donor committee has 
had posters made bringing the need 
of blood donors back to the students' 
attention, and announcements have 
been made in class meetings urging 
the girls to give their blood. 

Miss Errett said that if enough 
girls volunteer so that a complete 
hour's time at the donation center 
in the Wabash Building would be 
filled, the committee will furnish 
automobile transportation down and 
Gifts to Greenland 

Most encouraging report given at 
the Council meeting was that of Mrs. 
Owens, chairman of the War Relief 
Committee. The first project of the 
committee, w^hich consists of four- 
teen faculty members and eleven 
students, was to send Christmas gifts 
to American soldiers in Greenland 
and Iceland. 

Word reached the committee last 
fall that some of the boys would 
have no Christmas unless some gen- 
erous sponsor would undertake to 
arouse interest and send some gifts 
to them. The committee started 
work on this project immediately 
and succeeded in gathering enough 
gifts to fill three of the standard size 
boxes which were to be mailed over- 
seas by November 1, 1942. The 
boxes, filled with thoughtful pres- 
ents donated by students and faculty, 
were mailed on October 28. Evlyn 
Fulton, student chairman, received 
word from both Greenland and Ice- 
land that all the packages arrived 
safely and were greatly appreciated. 

Some of the gifts were stationery, 
chewing gum, razor blades, cigar- 
ettes, assorted candy, shaving soap, 
tobacco and tobacco pouches, cigar- 
ette cases, playing cards, games, wal- 
lets, and utility kits. 
5,000 Doughnuts 

In December the War Relief Com- 
mittee voted on the distribution of 
the proceeds of its successful Bazaar. 
Twenty-five dollars was sent to the 
Salvation Army Canteen of Pitts- 
burgh, which Mrs. Owens said was 
being used to purchase a barrel of 
doughnut-mix for the canteen. 
Translated into more concrete terms, 
this means that 5,000 doughnuts will 
be given to service men as gifts 
from PCW. 
600 Veterans 

Mrs. Owens said that in January 
it was brought to the attention of 
the Committee that the soldiers in 
the Veterans' Hospital in Aspinwall, 
some of them recuperating from 
wounds received at Guadalcanal, had 
but meager amounts of current read- 
ing material at their disposal. The 
committee set aside $45 to buy them 
(Continued on page 7) 


CDu.e to an oversight, this report 
was not in the last Arrow. We are 
proud to publish it now, congratulate 
Chairman Griggs and all concerned on 
a highly successful campaign. — Ed.) 

Quota for the United War Fund on 
PCW Campus this year was $1,035, 
29% more than 1941. The amount 
raised was $1,214.12, of which $100 
was donated from the Circus. Prac- 
tically 100% of the faculty, admin- 
istration and defense workers con- 
tributed, about 50% of the em- 
ployees, and about 87% of the stu- 

It was suggested to the students 
that they pledge ten per cent of their 
allowances for a month; the increase 
in the amount of student subscrip- 
tions reveals that many of them must 
have done so. 

Figures on the quotas set, amounts 
raised, and percentages of the vari- 
ous groups contributing are contained 
in the box below. They illustrate 
graphically the success of the drive 
on campus. 



Faculty, Administration, Defense Work- 
ers (in 1942 raised 22% more than 

in 1941; in 1941 raised 30% more 

than in 1940) 66% of total subscriptions $665.00 

Employees 9.40 

Students (in 1942 raised 140% more 

than in 1941; in 1941 raised 4/100% 

more than 1940) 33% of total subscriptions 340.12 

House students (Victory Dinner) (in 

1942 raised 130% more than in 

1941) 33% of total subscriptions 115.17 

Day students (raised 145% more than 

in 1941) 66% of total subscriptions 224.95 

Average Gift 

Faculty, Administration, Defense Workers $10.55 

Employees 47 

Students 1.27 

House Students 76 

Day Students 1.45 


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Page Seven 


Council Reports 

(Continued from page 6) 
magazines and books, and sent them 
three one-year subscriptions to four 
magazines — Esquire, Life, Liberty and 
Readers' Digest. They also purchas- 
ed three dictionaries for the men 
after being told by the librarian at 
the hospital that solving cross-word 
puzzles was one of th^onvalescents' 
favorite pastimes. The committee 
still has a balance of $15 in the 

Mrs. Owens concluded her report to 
the Council by saying that two sacks 
of old clothing had been collected by 
her Committee and sent to Russia in 
December. The Committee, she said, 
is already making plans for even 
more successful campaigns this se- 

Mrs. Martin, chairman of the Com- 
mittee for the Conservation of War 
Materials, commented that since her 
absence from school everything that 
the Committee was trying to con- 
serve seems to have been rationed. 
Therefore it will direct its efforts 
more toward such activities as the 
sale of War Stamps, the collection 
of small metal articles, and the col- 
lection of pennies which are to be put 
back into circulation. Committee 
members are also thinking of having 
the students sign up to donate blood 
to the Red Cross at the Stamp Table. 
If this is approved, girls will be able 
to sign their pledges and make their 
appointments on campus. 

Chairman Montgomery heard re- 
ports of other Council representa- 
tives at the meeting, and could be 
justifiably proud of the fact that 
PCW's war job is being well done. 


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Penny Collection 

"Any old pennies today?" will 
soon be the theme of PCW's Defense 
Council headed by Dr. Montgomery, 
as it proceeds to round up those cop- 
per coins you have been collecting 
for so long. If you have a special 
treasure chest of pennies in your 
room or a piggy bank at home, pre- 
pare to sacrifice it for Uncle Sam. 
Idea in back of the novel drive is 
this: in the United States today there 
i.^ a serious shortage of pennies be- 
cause people have been saving them 
for years or months or days. The 
government needs the precious cop- 
per in these pennies to help the war 
effort, and so we are asked to re- 
turn them to circulation. The Uni- 
versity of Pittsburgh has already or- 
ganized a plan by which these pen- 
nies can be collected, and over $1,000 
worth of the copper coins have been 
contributed at the University. PCW 
is also aiming at such a goal. To ful- 
fill this aim, you may be asked to 
contribute your pennies, not as a 
sacrifice, but in return for defense 
stamps. The plans for this penny 
collection will soon be announced 
and 1he drive begun. 

Refresher Course 

If the square of the root equals 
. . . or if x+y=z, what does q+r=? 
Every Thursday from 3:30 until 5:30, 
twenty rabid scholars recite their 
multiplication tables, fractions, alge- 
bra, geometry, and other mathe- 
matics to Dr. Helen Calkins in the 
new Wartime Refresher mathematics 

Purpose of the course, added to the 
curriculum this semester, is to refresh 
the failing memories of PCWites in 
mathematics so that they will have a 
better foundation to aid in wartime 
activities. It will cover preparatory 
and high school courses using the of- 
ficial Navy textbook, Wartime Re- 
fresher Course in Mathematics. 

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Debate Group 

Spring season brings plans and 
jaunts for the Debate and Discussion 
Group, but curtailment of travel will 
affect this year's spring activities. 
Two trips are being planned, one to 
Seton Hill at the end of February, 
one to Penn State for the annual 
Parliamentary Convention scheduled 
for March 19 and 20. Most of the 
discussions this year have centered 
around post-war planning and ad- 
ministration of the defeated nations 
in the interim between the armistice 
and the acceptance of the peace 
treaty; these problems will be the 
topics for the two bills to be pre- 
sented, discussed, revised, finally 
passed upon at the convention. 

Phyllis Jones serves as Activities 
Council Representative for the 
group, Claire Horwitz as treasurer. 
Other active members include Mari- 
lou Buckart, Jean Burnside, Evelyn 
Click, Ruth Laird, Lois Lutz, Ruth 
Mendelson, Penny Myers, Sue Nor- 
ton, Myra Sklarey, Jane Strain, and 
Martha Yorkin. 


(Continued from page 4) 

Mrs. Doutt's class is larger this 
year than ever before; in addition 
she finds that the course has to be 
altered somewhat to meet the needs 
of girls in a time of war. 

Mrs. Martin comments, "I teach 
pure science at school, but practice 
applied science at home," referring 
of course to her three-months-old 
son, Ralph. 
Dr. Wallace Lectures 

Because many high school labora- 
tories are not fully equipped, high 
school students are often able only 
to read about many important ex- 
periments. In order to fill this gap, 
Buhl Planetarium is sponsoring a 
series of demonstrations in the fields 
of physics, biology, and general sci- 
ence. In the Planetarium Lecture 
Hall students will be able to see 
these experiments demonstrated by 
scientists who are experts in their 
respective fields. 

PCW science head Dr. Earl K. 
Wallace will conduct chemistry dem- 
onstrations there. In his lectures he 
will cover subjects which are treat- 
ed but briefly in the average high 
school curriculum. His topics in- 
clude "What Makes the Atom Tick," 
"Alchemy, Old and New," "Chemis- 
try and War," and "Substitute To- 
day, Necessity Tomorrow." 

Page Eight 


February 17, 1943 



Small, dainty, gray-haired IVIrs. 
Wilson Ferguson, new housemother at 
Andrew Mellon Hall, twinl^les as she 
tells how she happened to get into 
the catering business. A relative. 
Colonel Robert IVI. Thompson, asked 
her when she was a very young girl 
to arrange a party for the crystal an- 
niversary of an uncle and aunt, to be 
held on his private railroad car. She 
had so much fun preparing this affair 
that later she decided to do other 
ones, professionally. Incidentally, an- 
other of her relatives christened a 
destroyer named for the Colonel at 
Seattle, just this summer. 
Ccokinff to Cook's 

IVlrs. Ferguson attended Washing- 
ton Seminary, toolv college courses 
afterwards while teaching school. 
When she entered the catering pro- 
fession it was in the horse and buggy 
days, and she had many interesting 
experiences when food missed con- 
nections, and arrived in the nick of 
time for weddings and other parties. 
In her varied career, Mrs. Ferguson 
was once associated with the Thomas 
Cook Travel Agency, going from 
"cooking to Cook's." She visited a 
friend in Italy in '37, and was there 
when Mussolini brought the golden 
lion back from Ethiopia. She had 
such a good time that when slie re- 
turned to the United States, she 
started planning tours for other peo- 
ple. But the war put an end to this. 

Mrs. Ferguson is an author, too. 
She had a series of articles printed 
in the Pittsburgh Dispatch, and one 
in the Woman's Home Com,panion, 
called "The Stigmatized Profession." 
In this she gaily recounted her expe- 
riences as a housekeeper. The story 
tells how her ingenuity was taxed as 
she stretched meals, concocted dishes 
to meet emergencies. An article 
about her appeared in the American 
Active Clubwoman 

She has been connected with the 
Harvard Yale Princeton Club, the 
Woman's Exchange Tea Room, and 
the Twentieth Century Club. Her 
experiences in the last war with gov- 
ernment regulations on food should 
serve her well now, with meat, but- 
ter, ice-cream on the "hard-to-get" 

Several members of her family 
have gone to PCW. Her daughter, 
Mary Rodgers De Motte, graduated 
from PCW in '29, is now married and 
living in Lakewood, New York, the 
mother of a two months' old baby 
girl. So Mrs. Ferguson is quite ac- 

customed to PCW, and "thinks she'll 
like being at AMH very much." 

Kagan Returns 

Pescha Kagan, guest soloist at 
PCW last year, Vv^ill again be pre- 
sented in a series of four recitals. 
These recitals will be held in the Art 
Center on March 16th and 23rd, and 
April 6th and 13th at four o'clock. 

Tlie series last year offered a sur- 
vey of p;ano literature from the 
seventeenth century to the present 
day. The programs were a source of 
inspiration and pleasure to the stu- 
dent body and also to alumnae and 
Iriends of the college, all of whom 
are looking forward with keen inter- 
est to the return of this brilliant art- 
ist. Pescha Kagan has had the uni- 
que experience of studying under the 
two great masters Paderewski and 
Sclinabel, and ranlis high among the 
really distinguislied pianists of our 


Snooping along the halls, this PCW 
Sherlock Holmes, when sighting new? 
faces, has been lifting a lapel to re- 
veal a badge and has mumbled, "Up- 
perclassman." First new transfer to 
be interviewed was Junior Trudy 
Schmeicel, recruit from Bethany Col- 
lege, where she was a member of 
Kappa Delta Sorority. Trudy plans 
to be a sociology major. However, 
she wants to "do something in avia- 
tion, af'.er graduation." In prepara- 
tion, she tool-i aviation lessons last 
summer at Latrobe. Just now, Ger- 
trude is getting used to "the joys of 
commuting." She announced, "It is 
something different to be a day stu- 

We found the elusive clues lead- 
ing to Marilyn Cavanaugh, new 
Sophomore, to point out that she 
comes from Miami University, be- 
sides Mt. Lebanon High School. Don- 
ning a Veronica Lal-^e wig and a 

knowing smile as disguise, we ven- 
tured over to the Art Center to in- 
vestigate the rumors that a Freshman 
dilettante was about. We found Pat 
Cochran, fresh frcm the University of 
Wisconsin. Pat, who is going to ma- 
jor in art, is also interested in con- 
cert music — Brahms, especially. In 
spare moments, she reads modern 
novels; lilies best at present Our 
Hearts Were Young and Gay. She 
likes to show dogs, too. Though 
not allov/ed as a Freshman to belong 
to organizations at Wisconsin, Pat 
found the University more exciting — 
what with Artist Curry wandering 
about in blue jeans. Shaking her 
feather-cut, Pat smiled, "Yale and 
Lafayette are my favorite boys' col- 
leges." After hearing vague reasons, 
we took notes and followed foot- 
prints leading to Woodland Hall. 

Way up on the fourth floor, we 
found Peggy Korb, who looks a wee 
bit Ann Rutherfordish. At last we 
had tracl^ed down a real pin-bearer. 
Peggy comes from Allegheny, but 
her home is in Ben Avon. She likes 
T. Dorsey's records, baslvetball, golf, 
and the drama. Now she is woi-king 
to become a social worker. Next 
summer, Peggy is planning on toiling 
for "the underprivileged farmer" — 
somewhere in New Hampshire. We 
left her to the study of the crayfish. 

Though as a good Sherlock Holmes 
we should be a confirmed woman- 
hater, we are inclined, after sufficient 
evidence in the shape of our new 
transfers, to reconsider former preju- 
dices toward the fairer sex. 


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Here we go again in a Tizzy, 'coz 
;hose exams did make us dizzy . . . 
Dut they are gone, and so is our man 
—so now we have more time than 
jver to mind everybody's business 
3Ut our own. 

Off to Cornell for Junior Week 
A'ere L. D.s (Lucky Dames) Sally 
liandis, Barbara Caldwell, Lou Anne 
!sham, and Jane Fitzpatrick. From 
ill reports — and we had to delve 
:hrough those little pink clouds sur- 
rounding the girls to get them to 
;alk at all — ^it was as usual a gala 

Last Friday saw Petie McFall and 
Fane Meub off to Philly to visit men; 
Fane a man in particular, and Petie 
nen in general. Or so it seemed. 
Vlaybe they ran into Joanne Knauss, 
who is also frequenting Penn State 
lampus these days. 

And Louise Graves just returned 
from Florida after spending a week 
ivith her husband. Or are we get- 
ting repetitious? 
And Trappings 

Phyllis Ingraham, new member of 
P. P. U., must have a terrific time 
svery morning deciding which of 
Ben's badges she'll put on ... he gave 
her two. Mary Ann Letsche and' Pat 
H[ull may not have the quantity, but 
the quality of the insignia they're 
wearing is beyond dispute. 
Overseas Correspondents 

Nancy Maxwell's Jimmy is at pres- 
5nt somewhere in that huge Pacific 
. . . Barb Bollinger's Lieutenant J. 
G. will soon take over a minesweep- 
iT. Patty Wright had eight letters 
from the Frozen North a few weeks 
ago — five letters in one day is a rec^ 
ord in any woman's language! 
Permanent Twosomes 

Louise Caldwell '41 was married on 
the ninth of this month to Nicholas 
R. Criss, Jr., at a ceremony in the 
College Club. Cynthia Dawe Boyd 
took her vows the week exams start- 
ed and is now in the South keeping 
house for her sailor husband. Ex- 
PCWite Mary Virginia Bolton added 
another ring to her finger on Febru- 
ary 7 at a formal marriage ceremony 
in her home. 
And Soon . . . 

Barbara Cooper will change from 
bride-elect to bride; the date, March 
20, the man, James Hepburn. Naomi 
Lankford and Barbara Weil, both 
former PCWites, will be married 

soon. Naomi on March 6, in Mari- 
etta, Ohio, and Barbara on Febru- 
ary 20, to Lt. William Goldsmith. Ex- 
Arrow Ed. Joyce Wallis announced 
her engagement to "Steve" on the 
day after Christmas at a tea in the 
Hotel Schenley; Bea Dobson '42 and 
classmate Mary Lib Balmer follow- 
ed suit soon after. Junior Betty Mol- 
vie is also among the select diamond- 
flashing group. 

General Jottings 

Jean Thompson excited over an 
unexpected call from her Fort Bel- 
voir Beta man . . . Peg Bishop cor- 
responding with an Annapolis fel- 
low, receiving four letters a week. 
The catch is that she's never seen 
him — she met a friend of his on a 
train, and that's how it all started. 
Well, that's one way to do it. 

Jean Sweet is in a sweat over the 
problem of what to do with three 
men who are all getting furloughs 
on the same weekend, and just to 
see her. We've heard of these pre- 
dicaments but it's an honor to know 
someone who actually gets into them. 
(Wait to see how Sweet gets out 
of this one — then you'll really have 
something to admire. — Ed.) 

Well, whereas it used to be man 
calling us now it's our knitting — so 
we're off to do some gossip monger- 
ing over our handiwork, until next 


The war creates amazing situations. 
True, too true. But it's something 
new when Freshmen enter college lit- 
erally fresh from high school — some 
of our newcomers had scarcely had 
the experience of being capped-and- 
gowned, handed those precious diplo- 
mas (why is it that we always got 
one with someone else's name on it?), 
when they were laboring up the hill 
to their new alma mater. Some of 
the girls entered PCW the morning 
after their big night before, and one 
spoke at her commencement exercises 
after she was officially installed as a 
PCWite. With stamina that we would 
now give our Coupon 17 for, they 
stood up admirably under the hectic 
begirming. We wish them luck, lots 
of it, for these next four years. 

H< ^ # 

Speaking of Number 17 — we hauled 
out our stock of 7-B's the other day 
and ruefully examined as nasty a 
batch of run-down heels and scuffed 
toes as ever haunted a shoe rack. 
(Continued on page 10) 

ISew Routine 

The "body beautiful" has gone the 
v.-ay of all flash. The "body rugged" 
is here to stay — or, "Is it just the 
body?" question tlie students. 
"Nights are long since you went 

I tliinl-i about you all through the 

My body, my body-y-y-y ..." 

Thus ever'jcdy in the "dorm body" 

All-out-for-d''fens'5-PCW has be- 
gun a p'nysical fitness program, com- 
pelling all dormitory students to flex 
their muscles en masse for twenty 
minutes daily. Tactics similar to 
those of the traditionally gruesome 
army jergeant have been adopted by 
ibe conscientious house board mem- 
b-rs in their attempt to drag reluct- 
ant, but only human, clrerubs from 
their havens of rest. 

Unmelodic strains of ONE, TWO, 
THREE, FOUR echo through the 
cold and stately corridors of Andrew 
Mellon and Woodland Halls. The 
first days, pitiful soul-rending 
shrieks failed compietly to move the 
merciless calls tlienicists; on the sec- 
ond day all were calm (?) and re- 
signed. Each gal marched dutifully 
to her own spot where at the count 
of one sire went gracefully down on 
her elbows. At the count of two her 
legs were crossed and lifted gently 
above her head. On three, the legs 
were wrapped cozily around tire neck 
and her li-'nds rested lightly on her 
patellas. Now in this spherical posi- 
tion she performed a double somer- 
sault and rose light'y to her feet — 
all on the count of four. This basic 
exercise offers many interesting de- 
viations — for thos3 who survive the 

Plans are under way for an en- 
largement of the Woodland Hall in- 
firmrry where all muscular disturb- 
ances may be remedied. The stu- 
dents have the utmost confidence in 
this newly installed program and, 
come what may, PCW will be ready 
for it. 



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Letters to the Editor did not ap- 
■pear in the last Arrow, having gra- 
cioiLsly given way to mail for that 
jolly gentleman, Mr. S. Claus. With 
this issue, the regular column again 
appears, will continue to do so regu- 
larly. So send us your opinions, con- 
gratulations, gripes. We'll be glad to 
print them. — Ed. 

To ye Ed: 

An extra lump of sugar, a cup of 
coffee, and perhaps even coupon 17 
to the girls of AMH who really gave 
us a grand party Saturday, Febru- 
ary 6. 

A 'specially nice time WcS had by 
all. Honestly, 'twas much fun, and 
an awf'ly good wave of the brain. 

Why not have more of these par- 
ties, and show what intra-campus 

hospitality can be! 

Dorm Girl. 

Dear Editor: 

What are the real objections to 
having an open cut system at PCW? 
It seems to me that most of us real- 
ize the necessity of attending class 
and which classes we cannot afford to 
miss. There are some classes which 
no one will cut unless it is necessary 
because the discussion and material 
offered cannot be secured in any other 
way. Other classes can be made up 
quite easily. If we cannot have un- 
limited cuts in all classes, why not 
let each instructor decide his own 
number of cuts? There is a lack of 
freedom and a feeling of restraint 
resulting from the present limited 
cut system — can't we do something 
about this? 

J. K. 

Dear Editor: 

Here I am, burning to be an ardent 
patriot and buy Defense Stamps to 
help my country. And what hap- 
pens? Either there's no one to sell 
them, or the gal behind the table 
smilingly says, "Sorry, we're all out." 

Surely we at PCW can buy many 
war stamps. But it's hard to remem- 
ber which day they are sold, and 
which hours we'll find them availa- 
ble. And there's no excuse for not 
having enough to sell. For we can't 
buy too many. 

So I'd like to suggest first that 
more than one day be devoted to this 
purpose. Or, secondly, that they be 

on sale all through whatever day is 

I feel, too, that not enough effort 
is being made to actually make sales. 
It's all sort of passive. Going through 
Berry Hall you just happen to see 
that stamps are on sale. Or perhaps 
the chart, posted inconspicuously 
enough, catches your eye. Why not 
have a rally, or make some sort of 
concerted effort to really sell a lot. 
How about it? 

Patriotic Citizeness. 

Campus Comments 

(Continued from page 9) 
We hear that one Freshman with a 
keen eye to the future has six pairs 
of shoes tucked away in the family 
vault. Maybe she's a regular reader 
of Nostradamus or something — all we 
know is that nobody told us about it 
in time! 

^ ^ 4' 

An exhibition of Dutch paintings is 
being shown at Carnegie Institute 
now — included among them are a 
number of works by one of our fa- 
vorites, Vincent Van Gogh, he of the 
brilliant reds and yellows. It's weU 
worth the wear and tear on your 
shoe leather to look at them. 

The globe-trotting executives of the 
fighting nations make us feel quite 
provincial in our narrow sphere, as 
well as a little breathless. We, with 
the rest of the world, await the de- 
cisions which must have been arriv- 
ed at with the hope that telling blows 
will be struck. However we must 
admit, with a wistful sigh, that for 
our part Humphrey Bogart still 
ranks as top glamour guy at Casa- 

'ii * ^ 

We think a resounding "merci" 
and a hearty "thank you" are due 
War Relief Committee Chairman 
Owens, who has been doing an ef- 

ficient, capable job in Civilian De- 
fense. Not only has she had excel- 
lent and new ideas, but she has 
worked tirelessly to see that they are 
carried out. 

The Christmas gifts sent to soldiers 
in Iceland and Greenland; the cloth- 
ing sent to Russia; the successful War 
Relief Bazaar; the magazines sent to 
Veterans' Hospital, all have been ex- 
amples of her skill in fulfilling a re- 
sponsibility well. 


With a shrill of the referee's whis- 
tle and the slap of twenty-four feet 
on the gym floor, the 1943 basketball 
season opened last Wednesday night. 
In the first game the shaking, nervous 
Freshmen met the shaking, eager 
Seniors. Setting up a quick-scoring 
play the Senior aggregation jumped 
into a 2-0 lead which was never re- 
linquished. Eight minutes later the 
blast of the time-keeper's horn 
brought a sudden stop to the swish- 
ing of cords, the pounding of feet, 
and first quarter with the upper- 
classmen in the lead, 6-2. 

The second quarter was scarcely 
under way when the Rose and White 
suffered a set-back as Fitzpatrick 
was carried off the floor with a bat- 
tered ankle. Archer took over at 
center-forward as Ross went to 
guard in lieu of a substitute guard. 
Despite some inaccuracy in shooting, 
probably due to the earliness of the 
game in the season, the contest clos- 
ed 'midst shrieking from the Senior 
section. Yes, the old guard, though 
battered and bruised had pulled 
through to a 25-2 victory. But don't 
think the yearling corps a walk- 
over, for, despite this initial loss, 
they'll present a formidable opponent 
with just a little more organization. 
They showed some nice floorwork, 
footwork and timing, but the class 
of '46 needs a little bolstering in the 
defensive positions. 


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On the Ball 

In the second game of the double- 
header, the Junior team took over 
the Sophomores, 36-23. Outstanding 
for the Gi'een and White, as usual, 
is the defensive set-iip. Weakened 
by the absence of Ginny Alexander, 
now at Allegheny General, the third 
year girls discovered a gem in Trudy 
Schmeichel, one of the new transfer 
students, who definitely knows what 
to do with a basketball. The Sopho- 
mores, too, present good guards, with 
Ann Thomas giving the rangy Peggy 
Donaldson a terrific battle for every 
ball. Nancy Herdt startled the fans 
with sky-looping long shots that 
swished through the nets sans touch- 
ing the rim. Though long passes 
and some rough play marred this 
conflict, it was thrilling enough to 
bring the spectators to their feet with 
cheers for their favorites. 

Monday, February 22, will bring 
the Freshmen up against the Sopho- 
mores in a game which promises 
thrills and chills. And with one eye 
on the clock and the other on my 
crystal ball, the future foretells a 
victory for the Freshmen. By this 
time they should be fairly well calm- 
ed down into a systematically work- 
ing team and they have the forwards 
— millions of them — that can shoot. 
In the latter half of this twin-billing 
the Juniors will battle it out with the 
Seniors in what should be just about 
the best game of the season. Arch- 
rivals, two good teams and probably 
with the championship at stake, what 
could be better? 

March 1st honors the biggest game 
of the season here at PCW. The 
cream of the crop, the best players 
from all four class teams, will form 
two teams, the Purple and the White, 
to match skill and wits in the classic, 
the Honorary Game. If you don't see 
another game this season, see this 
one. For your convenience it will 
be played this year at our own gym 
instead of foreign territory, i. e. the 
Pitt gym. Don't miss it. 
Stars on a Winter Night 
For the Seniors 
Janet McCormick — a steady, de- 
pendable, alert guard. Laying 
back, then a quick interception 
is her forte. 

Archer to Evans — a combination 
you will hear much more about. 
Archer's speed and Evan's set 
shot for a score. 
For the Juniors 
Peggy Craig — a pivot, dribble, 

and ring up two more points for 
Peggy and the Junior team. 
Rigaumont - McCullough - 
Schmeichel — a backcourt trio 
every team prays for. 
For the Sophomores 
Ann Thomas — versatile — plays 
either forward or guard positions 
— covers her forward like a B 
does a D. 

Nancy Herdt — good steady for- 
ward — two handed set shot her 

Alice Craig — plucky tiny guard 
— fast, scrappy and "gonna get 
that ball" attitude. 
For the Freshmen 

Purvis-Cook-Rowand — a for- 
ward trio that should go places. 
Kegler Queen 

Nina McAdams, winner of the 
Freshman class bowling tournament, 
reigns over the bowling alleys. Sat- 
urday, February 6th, Nina triumph- 
ed over the other three class cham- 
pions, Helen Clewer for the Sopho- 
mores, Peggy Donaldson for the Jun- 
iors, and Junior Ross for the Sen- 
iors. Rolling a clean straight ball 
for strikes and with an uncanny ac- 
curacy in picking off spares, Nina 
rolled a 230 to victory and the chair 
of champions. 

Valentine Dinner 

(Continued from page 3) 
F. D. R. Kinder resumed his Casa- 
blanca conference with Winnie Sham- 
burger, while Vagabond Shupp gath- 
ered some choice bits for "My Day." 
Other political figures gathered 
around to exchange views on the 
faculty-student matches. Ghandi 
Walker pulled his white sheet close- 
ly around his head as he hobbled into 
the hall, followed by Call-Me-Joe 
Held and her Red comrade Madame 
Litvinoff Owens. Frances Perkins 
Calkins and Claire Booth Watkins 
came in at the last minute after 
making the trip from Washington by 
private scooter bike, accompanied by 
riveters Posie Andrew and Cosie 

Hollywood sent Veronica Martin 
and "Baby" Laskey, the Minor, close- 
ly guarded by Comrade Officer 

From this distinguished group Miss 
Erretf, being a very ingenious wo- 

man at heart, rounded up enough for 
a modern dancing class. Zorina 
Collins won by a leg-swing, but was 
followed closely for honors by Her- 
bertina Spencer. 

Those who survived the last activity 
were dragged into a Virginia Reel, 
which confused everybody in general, 
and the dancers in particular. Gene 
Tunney, who was looking more and 
more like Dr. Spencer every minute, 
led a series of setting-up exercises 
which were rather feebly executed by 
the rest. When the students called 
for "push-ups" in a rather threaten- 
ing way, they responded gamely — 
even to Duchess of Kent Ferguson, 
who by some miracle managed to look 
regal even when flat on the floor. 
Dancer Dysart and Gremlin Mowry 
seemed least confused. But that's not 
saying much. 

The next featured attraction proved 
rather embarrassing for the students. 
It was called a basketball game, and 
after much struggling and muddling 
ended in an 18-4 victory for the fac- 
ulty. There was some question as to 
the legality of the scoring — when Dr. 
Wallace, atop a wobby step ladder, 
began to throw the students' balls out 
of his bushel basket the Arrow spec- 
tator even began to suspect foul play. 
However, when the students began to 
aim for the good Doctor's head and 
count every hit a goal, the matter 
was straightened out. 

The students did have their re- 
venge in the volley ball game when 
they showed the result of their dorm 
set-ups by swamping the faculty 
with a score of 24-23. 

By that time the chapel was a mad- 
house, the exhausted Arrow report- 
er clutched the shreds of her gar- 
ments around her (she, like many 
others, had dived into the basketball 
melee to lend her team a hindering 
hand) and walked out into the snow 
and the cold, quite astounded by it 
all. And believe us, she wasn't the 
only one. 




Page Twelve 


February 17, 1943 


THE STARFLY . by Peggy Chantler '45 

Once upon a time there lived in 
'the woods a family of fireflies — Mrs. 
Firefly and her many children. On 
warm summer evenings they all flit- 
ted happily about, shining their lit- 
tle lights and helping the stars to 
make it bright for tlie woodland folk. 

The oldest of the brothers and sis- 
ters was Frederick, a serious young 
firefly. On the evening when our 
story begins, Mrs. Firefly was sitting 
on the porch of their little home in 
her favorite chair, rocking to the busy 
rhythm of her knitting needles. She 
was knitting soft white booties of 
milkweed fluff to warm her children's 
feet next winter. She had to start 
early in the summer because fireflies 
(even baby ones) have six feet, and 
as we said before, Mrs. Firefly had 
lots and lots of children. 

Sitting on the steps and looking up 
at the stars, which were very bright 
that evening, was Frederick. In his 
lap was his favorite book, "The Peo- 
ple of Starland." It was his favorite 
for two reasons, because it was about 
his beloved stars and because it had 
been given to him when he was a 
very little boy by his grandfather, 
Frederick Q. Firefly, Esq., for whom 
he was named. He never grew tired 
of the stories of Orion, the mighty 
hunter of the sky, with his sparkling 
sword hanging from his jewelled belt 
and his faithful dog, Sirius, following 
him always; of the seven lovely 
Pleiades sisters; of the Little Bear 
and Great Bear; of Leo, the king of 
Starland, and many, many others. 

"Why aren't you out playing with 
the other children, Frederick?" ask- 
ed his mother. (She always called 
him Frederick, but his brothers and 
sisters, of course, called him Freddie.) 

"Well, I am the oldest of your chil- 
dren. Mother, and I've been thinking 
for a long time about what I am. 
going to do. I have decided, just this 
evening, that I am going to fly up to 
the sky and be a star." , 

Mother Firefly was quiet for a 
minute, thinking how young Fred- 
erick seemed, to be setting out in the 
world for himself. But his eyes were 
turned expectantly toward her, and 
her heart was filled with pride in the 
plan her son had made for himself. 

"I will miss you very much, Fred- 
erick, my dear," said his mother. 
"You are my oldest, and although I 
love all the others dearly, you are 
the one who helps me most. And 
what will I do without you at Christ- 
mas? You are the only one tall 

enough to put the star at the top of 
our Christmas tree." 

"Maybe one of the younger boys 
will be tall enough by Christmas," 
said Frederick. "But tonight. Mother, 
I must set out on my journey to the 

So his mother called all the chil- 
dren from their play and told them 
that their big .brother Frederick was 
ready to start out on his career. 

"He is going to fly up to the sky," 
she said proudly, "and be a star." 

" 'Ray for Freddie," they all shout- 
ed, and kissing his mother goodbye, 
Frederick started on his long jour- 

* :^- :;; 

It was fun at fu-st, flying up and 
up and up, but he began, after a 
while, to feel hungry and tired. He 
was just wondering where he could 
find a place to rest and eat, when he 
saw above him a soft pink cloud. 

"Just the place for a little nap," he 
said to himself. He flew on a little 
faster, until he was above the pink 
cloud, and then he bounced down into 
its soft folds. As he lay there com- 
fortably, but still hungry, he thought, 
"This cloud looks good enough to 
eat." So he took a litle taste. To 
his delight, he found it was sweet. 

"Bless my tail light," he said. 
"This tastes just like the pink cotton 
candy we got at the circus last year." 
(Did you know that fireflies have cir- 
cuses, too?) 

Soon, rested and fed by the pink 
cloud, he started on his way again, 
and before long he came to the Milky 
Way, which, he knew from his book, 
flows right into Starland. He was so 
excited that when he leaned down to 
take a sip, he lost his balance and 
fell, kerplunk! — right into the Milky 
Way. As he came to the top and 
started to swim out, he heard merry 
laughter in the sky above him. And 
looking up, he saw the seven lovely 
Pleiades sisters, all enjoying his 

"Who are you?" one of them asked. 
"And what are you doing here?" said 

"I am Frederick Firefly," he said, 
and he added, to give himself cour- 
age, "named for my grandfather, 
Frederick Q. Firefly, Esq. I have 
come from E^rthland to be a star. 
Can you tell me how to be one?" 

This was even funnier to the 
Pleiades than his fall into the Milky 
Way, and they laughed so long and 
heartily that Frederick thought he 

had better look for someone who 
would take him more seriously. 

"If I can find Orion," he thought, 
"he will understand." 

He heard a dog barking, and looli- 
ing up, he saw mighty Orion tower- 
ing brightly above him. Orion look- 
ed so big and strong that Frederick 
was frightened, but Sirius wagged his 
tail and gave him a friendly "Woof," 
and Frederick found himself explain- 
ing to Orion who he was and why he 
was there. 

When Orion heard that little Fred- 
erick Firefly wanted to be a star, he 
threw back his great head and laugh- 
ed so hard that he almost shook his 
sword loose from his belt. 

"Ho, Ho. Ho!" he shouted, "I never 
heard anything so funny in all my 
million billion years of life!" 

Orion's bold laughter was still ring- 
ing across the heavens when Fred- 
erick turned sadly away to look for 
someone in Starland who would un- 
derstand and help him. 

As he was flying along, a little dis- 
couraged, he saw ahead of him some- 
thing wooly and brown. Coming 
closer, he could see it was the Little 

"Little Bear," he said, "Can you 
tell me how I can be a star? I am 
Frederick Firefly, and I have flown 
all the way up from Earthland to be 
a star. And no one will tell me how 
to be one." 

Little Bear stared at him in sur- 
prise. His father. Great Bear, had 
told him about fheflies, but Frederick 
was the flrst one he had ever seen. 
Frederick looked so funny, with his 
little tail light blinking among the 
great, steady stars, that Little Bear, 
although his father had taught him to 
be courteous, could not hold back his 
laughter. He scampered off to tell 
his father how funny Frederick was, 
and Frederick heard the big laugh 
of Great Bear blending with the light 
chuckles of Little Bear. It reminded 
him of the deep croaking of the bull- 
frog and the high chirping of crickets 
he had often heard on warm summer 
evenings on Earthland. 

For the first time since he started 
on his great adventure, Frederick was 
a little homesick. His wings droop- 
ed, and he half turned in the direc- 
tion of home, when suddenly he heard 
a growling voice that seemed to be 
coming nearer and nearer. He was 
so frightened that he closed his eyes, 
but remembering that he was the 
(Continued on page 13) 

February 17, 1943 


Page Thirteen 



We are the commuters, the ones 
from the northern and southern and 
western parts of the city, from the 
suburbs. To us, Pittsburgh is the ter- 
minal, the place where we "change 
cars" in the smog of a November 
morning or in the brilliance of an 
afternoon during spring exams. With 
the ever-present burden of books 
clutched in our arms, we, the novice- 
scholars, pass the same way, morn- 
ing and evening. There is only one 
way — along the avenue, the former 
cow-path where early Westerners led 
their farm animals into the market on 
the three rivers, the town that grew 
to be an arsenal for the world. The 
street welcomed the city's people 
when Steel became Lord-Mayor. Here 
were built smart brick houses while 
the city spewed its followers out of 
the crowded "triangle." Many lived 
in the houses, but not for a long time. 
The Town crowded the doorsteps and 
could not be pushed back. So the 
Council under the Lord-Mayor Steel 
moved out to build mansions where 
industry could not sully peaceful liv- 
ing. The mansions of the past were 
deserted for a time. Only too happy, 
however, were the tribes from the 
hills, ready to accept the spoils of 
conflict. Merchants set up establish- 
ments in the smart brick houses. New 
buildings popped up amid the old. 
Fifth Avenue became a center for 
buying and selling. 

What kaleidoscope passes before 
the eyes of us, the commuters, as we 
ride along the Avenue today? Mer- 
chants are still buying and selling, 
Dirt, satellite of Mayor Steel, has 
spread a protective covering over the 
once ornate buildings, outmoded long 
ago. To the untainted eye of the 
Freshman, the sight of the formerly 
unknown is a surprise met with in- 
terest and, at times, revulsion. To 
the "hardened" upperclassman, every 
stone becomes a book or an acquaint- 
ance whose fortune might be guessed 
but is little known. 

In the September morning we see 
a ragged tramp stopping to light a 
cigarette, under the sign, "Monarch 
Picture Frames," while an ROTC boy 
from the college on the bluff above 
the street stands, whistling, at the 
car-stop. The two men ignore each 
other, and the tramp goes into the 
steaming interior of "Pappy's" for a 
cup of coffee. But we move on, with 
the kaleidoscope shaking together 
wholesale clothing shops, the broken- 
down Trust Company, Isaly's delica- 

tessens, bakeries, and the inevitable 
motto, "We buy and sell." Sand- 
wiched into a dull backPround is 
"The Windsor," formerly "The Pink 
Poodle" where select things to eat 
were sold, now a cleaning establish- 
ment, garish in purple-pink. The 
conductor yells "Mercy Hospital!" 
The bare wall of the "Rialto" rises 
before us, with its tiled sign in cream 
and black planted high in the air, 
atop smoked bricks. Now showing is 
a perpetual double feature with add- 
ed attraction of Flash Gordon. Be- 
side the theater wars the Evangelistic 
church in shabby humbleness. Which 
of the two is winning? The church 
has no cream and black sign, only a 
cross over the door. 

The streetcar clatters on, past wash- 
ing-machines, "For Sale — Cheap!" on 
the sidewalk, past Tee-Jay's hot dog 
stand, past the markets where Kosher 
meat is sold. The man with no legs 
gets off at the high school. We can 
usually see several paper-boys stand- 
ing outside. Over them looms Fifth 
Avenue High, symbol of secondary 
education of a past day. No one is 
ever at the school windows. In the 
evenings, though, the students pour 
out, before the iron grill at the en- 
trance is locked. The students are a 
study in black and white, with the 
dark overshadowing the light. Near 
the school is the sculptor's studio. 
Few people know it is there beside 
the notions store. No sign or card is 
outside, but the sculptor works up- 
stairs in the gray building. No one 
seems to know why the artist likes 
the studio. Perhaps he thinks the at- 
mosphere is Bohemian, or maybe the 
rents are cheap. No time for an an- 
swer; the tracks do not stop here. We 
have yet to see the Methodist haven 
for deaconesses, near the red funeral 
home in Soho, where the pall-bearers 
in turtle-neck sweaters pace outside, 
chewing gum. Soho, itself, presents 
a moving picture, along with its nu- 
merous drugstores, its dog-and-cat 
hospital, its impressive marble baths 
and day nursery. The houses seem 
sordid, but there are clean curtains 
in the windows. From the hill above, 
the parallel lines of apartments in 
the housing project assume a toler- 
ant appearance. 

The car swings around the big bend, 
St. Agnes' in Romanesque solemnity 
introduces us to the "cultural center" 
of the city. We are in the world of 
books, of hospitals, and of magnifi- 
cent public buildings. Towering over 

all is the skyscraper university. Life 
and air and people are purified. From 
the hub of humanity we emerge along 
the spokes to the broad circumference 
of learning. The world belonging to 
those who live well unfolds with the 
outcropping of monumental houses. 
Here are the Mayfair, which caters 
to women of fashion in dress, and the 
attractive shop of the new interior 
decorators, which supplies rich furni- 
ture for those with good taste. Here 
nothing is second-hand. Here are the 
Americans who really live. 

But what about those other Amer- 
icans — buying and selling, eating at 
Tee-Jay's, playing in the community 
house, lying in death at the red brick 
funeral home? They are the under- 
current of America. Whether seen in 
side glances through the haze of read- 
ing Spenser's Faerie Queene, or 
Chapter Ten of Biology 1, or through 
a tiny space scratched on a frost- 
crusted window, or between thumb- 
prints and dust, the panorama of 
lower Fifth Avenue remains a vital 
part of the higher education of us, 
the commuters from the northern and 
southern and western parts of the 

The Starfly 

(Continued from page 12) 
grandson of Frederick Q. Firefly, Esq., 
he opened them again — and saw com- 
ing toward him his favorite of all the 
Starland people described in his be- 
loved book — Leo, the Lion, King of 
the Sky. 

"What is the meaning of this absurd 
dim light, blinking off and on in Star- 
land?" Leo was roaring to his at- 

"Your Majesty," said one of them, 
bowing low, "it's nothing but a silly 
firefly from Earthland. What shall 
we do with him, Your Majesty?" 

"From Earthland," thought King 
Leo to himself, "this must really be 
an unusual firefly, to have come so 

But his voice was still gruff' when 
he said to Frederick, "Come here, 
young man, and explain yourself." 

There was no way to escape, so 
Frederick said bravely, "I am Fred- 
erick Firefly, Sir, named for my 
grandfather, Frederick Q. Firefly, 
Esq., Sir. I have come all the way 
from Earthland, Sir, to be a star. 
Everyone has laughed at me. Sir, and 

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February 17, 1943 


no one will tell me how to be one, 
Sir. Will you please tell me, Sir?" 
(Frederick was not too frightened to 
remember that his mother had told 
him he must speak very respectfully 
if ever he talked to a king.) 

"And why do you want to be a 
star, Mr. Firefly?" growled King Leo. 
Now this was the first time Frederick 
had ever been addressed as Mr. Fire- 
fly, and in spite of Leo's gruff voice, 
he took courage. 

"I want to do something big for my 
mother — and to be a star was the big- 
gest thing I could think of," said 

King Leo's heart was touched, and 
his voice softened. 

"Come up here," he said. And 
Frederick spread his wings and flew 
up to the King's knee. 

"Now see here, Freddie," said Leo, 
"you really are not bright enough to 
shine here in Starland all night, and 
your little blinking light would be 
lost here. But I have an idea. How 
would you like to be a lovely morn- 
ing star that shines for a few min- 
utes before the Sun rises to give light 
to Earthland?" 

"Oh Sir," cried Frederick, his voice 
trembling with joy, "I would love 
that even better than being a night 
star, Sir, for I would be the only one, 
and then my mother could pick me 
out in the sky. Sir." 

"Then it is settled," said King Leo. 
"You shaill be the Morning Star." 

And clapping his hands command- 
ingly, he bade his attendants bring 
star dust and polish Frederick's little 
light to starry brilliance. 
* * * 

Early the next morning, Mrs. Fire- 
fly (who had slept very little that 
night, thinking of her son on his long 
journey), was out in the garden just 
before dawn, looking up into the sky. 
She looked to the North, to the South, 
to the West, and then to the East, 
where she knew the Sun would soon 
be coming up. And as she watched 
the eastern sky, she saw a strange 
new star twinkling. Suddenly she 
knew it was Frederick, and she said 
proudly to herself, "That is my Fred- 
erick, shining for me, my Morning 

She waved joyfully at him, and 
Frederick twinkled back with all his 
new brightness. And they both knew 
that every morning now, across the 
dawn, they would greet each other 
that way. 

When Christmas came, none of the 
younger brothers had grown tall 

enough to put the star at the top of ing, there was Frederick twinkling 

their Christmas tree. But there was 
no need, for when Mrs. Firefly look- 
out out at their tree standing in the 
snow in the dawn of Christmas morn- 

brightly, just above it. She waved to 
him and he twinkled back. It was 
the happiest Christmas they had ever 



February 17. 1943 


Pase Fifteen 


Second Semester 

Lois Allshouse 

Grace Benner 

Carolyn Joan Cosel 

Miriam Davis 

Alice Demmler 

Lois Lutz 

Emily Jane Noll 

Virginia Ricks 

Jane Strain 

Edith Succop 

Marion Swannie 

Pauline Wilson 

Charlotte Wray 

Gladys Bistline 

Mary Elizabeth Brown 

Aida DeBellis 

Margaret Donaldson 

Evelyn Glick 

Betty Johnescu 

Mary Phyllis Jones 

Dale Kirsopp 

Patricia Leonard 

Ann- Louise McClymonds 

Martha McCullough 

Sally Meanor 

Nancy Jane Raup 

Jean Rigaumont 

Mary Ruth Sampson 

Edna Schuh 

Marion Springer 

Nancy Stauffer 

Winifred Watson 

Jean Archer 

Edith Cole 

Barbara Cooper 

Peggy Dietz 

Rosemarie Filippelli 

Virginia Gillespie 

Janice Goldbloom 

Barbara Heinz 

Claire Horwitz 

Marian Lambie 

Nina Maley 

Elizabeth Maroney 

Dorothy Marshall 

Janet McCormick 

Dorothy Minneci 

Marjorie Noonan 

Marion Rowell 

Catherine W. Shryock 

Margaret Suppes 

Jean Wyre 

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February 17, 1943 

U* S. Army Announcement; 




WAAC Laboratc 

ry Techntctan 




Equivafenf Monfhly 


Rank Pay 


Colonel S333.33 

AbsI. Director 

Lt. Colonel 291.67 

Field Director 

Major 250.00 

1st Officer 

Captain 200.00 

2nd Officer 

1st Lieutenant 166.67 

3rd Officer 

2nd Lieutenant 150.00 

Bnrolled Members 

Chiel Leader 

Master Sergeant S138.00 

1st Leader 

First Sergeant 138.00 

Tech. Leader 

Tech. Sergeant 1 14.00 

Stafi Leader 

Staff Sergeant 96.00 

Tech., 3rd Grade 

Tech., 3rd Grade 96.00 


Sergeant 78.00 

Tech., 4th Grade 

Tech., 4th Grade 78.00 

Jr. Leader 

Corporal 66.00 

Tech., 5th Grade 

Tech., Sth Grade 66.00 

Auxiliary, 1st Class Private, 1st Class 54.00 


Private 50.00 / 

To the above are added certain allowances for (= 

quarters and subsistence where authorized, m 

HOUR Army has scores of duties in 
the WAAC for alert college women 
. . . duties vital to the war that will 
train you for interesting new careers 
in the post-war world. And here is 
good news indeed -^ you may enroll 
noiv in the fast-growing WAAC and 
be placed on inactive duty until the 
school j'ear ends. Then you will be 
subject to call for duty with this 
splendid women's corps and be 
launched upon an adventure such as 
no previous generation has knovra. 

New horizons . . . new places and 
people ... a real opportunity to help 
your country. These are among many 
reasons why American women are 
responding to the Army's need. 

By joining now you will have ex- 
cellent chances for quick advance- 
ment for, as the WAAC expands, 
many more officers are needed. Every 
member (regardless of race, color, 
creed) has equal opportunity and is 
encouraged to compete for selection 
to Officer Candidate School. If quali- 
fied, you may obtain a commission 
in 12 weeks after beginning training. 

Go to your WAAC Faculty Adviser 
for further information on the list 
of openings, pay, and promotions. 
Or inquire at any U. S. Army Re- 
cruiting and Induction Station. 


Recruif/ng and /ncfuctlon Service 

\wotnen^8 BLrwny fLuxiliary I orpH 

Vol. xxn 

Pennsylvania Colleg-e for Women, Pittsburg-h, Pa., March 17, 1943 

No. 5 



(The Good Old Days . . . page 10) 

Page Two 


March 17, 1943 


Pennsylvania College for Women 

Pittsburgh, Pa. 

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Editorial Staff 

-, -pj* (Marian Lambie '43 

Co-Editors )^„„ MeClymonds '44 

Business Manager Virginia Hendryx '43 

News Editor Evelyn Glick '44 

Assistant News Editor Jane Strain '45 

Feature Editor Margaret Anderson '43 

Sports Editor Janet Ross '43 

Proof Reader Jane Field '46 

Make-up Martha Harlan '44 

Staff Photographer Peggy Suppes, 43 

News Staff 

Jane Blattner. Margaret Couch, Joan Davies. Virginia Ditges, 
Virginia Gillespie. Nancy Herdt, Harriet Hoffman. Claire Horwitz, 
Phyllis Jones. Mary Kelly. Dale Kirsopp, Mildred Kovacs. Margaret 
McKee. Jane McPherson. Florence Ostein. Frances Pollick. Peggy 
Riffle, Mary Ruth Sampson. Marion Staples. Jean Thomas. Virginia 
Uber, Marian Updegraff. Martha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

Sybil Heimann. Louise Flood, Jane Meub. Nancy Stauffer, Helen 
Jane Shriner. 

Business Staff 

Lois Allshouse '45. Betty Anthon '46. Janet Brewster '45, Eva 
Caloyer '46, Lucille Cummins '43, Jeanne de Haven '43, Elma Em- 
minger '45, Rebecca Fellows '45, Dorothy Firth '45, Virginia Gilles- 
pie '43, Helen Gilmore '46, AUce Hanna '45, Martha Hutchison '44, 
Lou Ann Isham '44, Miles Janouch '43. Kelly Jones '44. Martha Mc- 
Fall '45, Ruth Mendelson '46, Helen Robinson '45. Cynthia Ann Say 
M6, June Sineive '46, Sally Smith '46, Justine Swan '44, Martha 
Truxal '43, Marjorie Wayne '46, Ruth Weigel '46, Sara Villing '46, 
Louise Yeiser '44. 

Typists: Sue Norton, Mary Lou Oesterling, Nancy Showalter. 

For Example . . . 

We may be flattering ourselves, but we suppose that 
many of you have noticed how we have been stressing 
the fact that "every little bit helps" in the war efi'ort. 
Now — at last — we have a concrete example of our theory: 
results of the student soliciting for the Pittsburgh Red 
Cross Drive two weeks ago. 

It took a lot of pleading and a talk from the Dean to 
get volunteers for this job, and even then only half the 
number asked for signed up. Oh yes, we were there — we 
heard the comments made at the time. "That's just a 
■clean-up job — ^no one will get anything, anyway;" "I'll 
be darned if I'm going to go from door to door asking 
for money;" "If it would do any good, I wouldn't mind — 
but the campaign's almost over by now!" 

Yes, we were there. And we saw the girls who did 
volunteer go out on a cold day to do that "thankless job" — 
and we saw them come back with the $700 that the Red 
Cross would never have received if they had sat back and 
let "Joe" do it. 

It's not our purpose to point a neat little lesson about 
community responsibility — although there is an obvious 
one. What we want to do is to shake a chastising finger 
under the noses of those w^ho are miaking the old refrain 
of "oh-it's-such-a-little-bit" their wartime slogan. They 
placidly chant it about such things as twenty-five cent 

War Stamps, scrap collections, the turning in of their 
penny hoards, and unimpressive volunteer jobs. 

The truth of the matter is that this belittling is the 
old game of passing-the-buck. The people who do it may 
know that various war jobs are essential, but they aren't 
quite adult enough to see that it's also essential for t)i.em 
to work. 

Will you do just one thing for us, please? The next 
time you hear a languid voice drawling, "Oh, but I'm so 
busy," or "But it's all so useless," just say, "Listen — when 
you can call $700 — you know, like those girls collected 
for the Red Cross — well, when you can call that useless, 
just let me know, will you?" 

Yes, that $700 is going to be a very useful example 
... an example of what a big help "just a little help" 
can be. 

Sore Spot 

This isn't meant to be a column for the continued air- 
ing of grievances, but right now we'd like to mention 
something that's getting to be a particular sore spot in 
the Arrow's pride — not pride in itself, you understand, 
but pride in the college it represents. 

As a college publication, the Arrow naturally re- 
ceives many exchange issues and letters from other pub- 
lications in the eastern region. Frequently other editors 
send us reports of campus activities and ask us to reply 
in kind. Recently this has put us into a position that 
becomes increasingly embarrassing. One letter reads, 
"Our War Bond Queen contest, which we held the week 
of February 14, resulted in the sale of over $3,000 worth 
of Bonds. We would appreciate hearing ho'w yours came 
out ..." Another editor says, "Will you please send 
me the figures on PCW's War Bond sales for the past 
semester, as we are trying to compile a list of what near- 
by colleges are accomplishing . . . Our total, in case you 
are interested, was $14,000" 

Now, what are we supposed to do in cases like these? 
Send back glib little notes saying, "Well, last month our 
faculty purchased $87 worth of bonds and the students 
$100?" Or are we to make up reports out of thin air, 
just to be making some kind of a showing? Temporarily, 
we have solved the problem by promising "more detailed 
reports in the future." 

At this point we could also mention that a large high 
school in this city has sold $17,000 worth of Bonds this 
year. It would do little good, because you would im- 
mediately reply that we have only 400 students buying: 
bonds instead of two or three thousand. That statement,, 
however, would toe much more truthful if it were changed 
to "we have 400 students NOT buying Bonds." That is 
the crux of the matter: our college is small, but percent- 
age of students lending money to the government is ridic- 
lously small in comparison with that of other colleges, 
regardless of size. 

The Arrow needs some answer to give to its corres- 
pondents. If you have any ideas about what it can do 
to stimulate campus sales, or about what it can tell other 
schools about campus patriotism, be sure to notify 

The Editors. 

March 17, 1943 


Page Three 



Playreading, tryouts, casting and 
committee appointments, were the 
past; rehearsals and budgets, are 
the present; and production, tenta- 
tively scheduled for April 16, will be 
the future of Quality Street on the 
campus of PCW. At the annual se- 
nior dinner early in February the 
senior class chose their play and im- 
mediately set to work on it with the 
assistance of Director Margaret Robb 
and Stage Director George Kimberly. 

The cast includes Jane Evans as 
• Miss Phoebe; Lorraine Wolf, Miss 
■ Susan; Jean Archer, Henrietta; Elea- 
t nor Garrett, Miss Willoughby; Marian 
M' Lambie, Fanny; Janet McCormick, 
Valentine Browne; Jean Wyre, Ensign 
Blades; Dorothy Minneci, Charlotte; 
1^. Janet Ross, Lt. Spicer; Marjorie 
Noonan, Sergeant; Peggy Suppes, 
Patty; Peggy Dietz, Harriet; Martha 
Truxall, Virginia Hendryx, Louise 
Graves, Helen Jane Taylor and Eli- 
nor Keflfer the children. Also there 
are several guests present at a ball. 

Claire Horwitz has been appointed 
business manager assisted by Mary 
Campbell. Other chairmen include 
Marian Teichman, Costumes; Janice 
Goldblum, Properties; Helen Jane 
Taylor, Stage Manager; Amy McKay, 
Program; Louise Wallace, Publicity; 
Margaret Anderson, Ushers, assisted 
by all the members of the class. 

The action opens in the home of 
Miss Phoebe and Miss Susan. A 
"new" young gentleman, Valentine 
Browne, has just come into the com- 
munity and the busy-bodies fix up 
romances. Naturally Miss Phoebe is 
the ideal young lady. However, a 
war comes along and Mr. Browne is 
carried away with the spirit of ad- 
venture and goes off to war. This 
deed settles for Miss Phoebe her fu- 
ture as a school teacher and her home 
is converted into a school house. 

As all wars have a way of ending 
so did the one that carried away Val- 
entine Browne; and as all wars bring 
about a certain amount of casualties, 
so did this one by leaving him minus 
an arm. In the ten years that pass 
Miss Phoebe has aged and she feels 
Mr. Browne is a bit disappointed so 
she poses as Miss Livvy, Miss 
Phoebe's niece. As might be expected 
complications set in but love straight- 
ens out all the detals. 

The cast promises a good produc- 
tion, Hood and Tassel promises to 
sell goodies, SGA promises to admit 
you and a friend free, the Department 
of Internal Revenue says you pay no 

tax on Activities Fee tickets, and the 
business manager says, "Remember 
we are selling tickets for fifty-five 
cents, including tax, to help meet 
expenses." So watch for the posting 
of the definite date and plan to enjoy 
Barrie's Quality Street. 


Spring will be officially here this 
year — yes, spring vacation, shortened 
to a long week-end, but still a vaca- 
tion, has been planned to begin Fri- 
day, March 26, and to end Tuesday 
morning, March 30. An early vaca- 
tion was chosen in preference to an 
Easter holiday because of the prox- 
imity of Easter to finals, which begin 
with a Study Day on May 14, just 
three weeks after Easter. Saddest 
news of all to the students: classes 
will be held on Good Friday, Satur- 
day and Easter Monday. 

It was difficult for the students to 
decide on the two dates with so many 
of their friends coming home for 
Easter and with the end of the se- 
mester too close for students living 
away to go home for a visit. First 
SGA vote favored the Easter vaca- 
tion by a small majority, but when 
the Faculty results were announced 
and their reasons considered, the stu- 
dents decided upon the earlier week- 

To those who wanted to leave 
Pittsburgh over Easter and were dis- 
appointed at the results: it will be 
better to take an earlier week-end to 
visit and not to use the transporta- 
tion facilitates when they are as 
crowded as they are over holidays. 

Summer School 

Decision about a summer program 
at PCW has been made: there will be 
limited summer school courses, de- 
signed primarily to meet the needs of 
the Junior chemistry majors and the 
mid-term Freshman class. Others 
who wish to attend may do so if they 
want to elect the courses being of- 

The science department will offer 
courses in food chemistry, physical 
chemistry, and biology, and a sem- 
inar in chemistry. Year-courses will 
be given in calculus, typewriting, and 
srt.enography, and either an English or 
a language course will be offered. 

More definite announcements will 
be made as soon as the program 
planning is completed. 


"To rekindle the flame of en- 
thusiasm for Jefferson as the guid- 
ing genius of America," the Sun- 
Telegraph and Hearst newspapers 
throughout the nation are sponsoring 
the Thomas Jefferson Bi-centennial 
Oratorical contest. In junior and sen- 
ior high schools and on college cam- 
puses, young men and women are 
preparing to honor the "Father of 

PCW will select its candidate to 
be sent into the city-wide contest 
Thursday morning, March 18, when 
the student body hears the contest- 
ants present their orations. 

Norma Bailey, Evelyn Glick, Mary 
Lou Haller, Sue Norton, and Phylis 
Jones are busy writing and preparing 
their orations of six minutes or less. 
They will focus their discussion on 
one of the colorful aspects of Jeffer- 
son's life under the main theme of 
"Thomas Jefferson, the Great Amer- 

^he city-wide elimination contests 
will begin after March 19 and the 
newspaper will notify each school 
where and when its representative 
is to speak. Each of the cities spon- 
soring the contest offers local prizes 
in the preliminary competitions. The 
Pittsburgh Sun-Telegraph is offer- 
ing: First prize, $250 war bond; sec- 
ond prize, $100 war bond; third prize, 
$50 war bond; fourth, fifth, sixth and 
seventh prizes, $25 war bond for each. 

The inter-city eastern contest will 
be held in New York City the week 
of April 5 and will be followed 
by the grand national contest, either 
in New York or Chicago. A $1,000 
war bond and a trip to Washington, 
expenses paid, on April 13, for the 
dedication of the Jefferson Memorial 
is the first national prize. 

The prizes mentioned are to be of- 
fered in duplicate — one set for high 
school and another for college stu- 

Freshmen Win 

Honors for this year's play con- 
test went to the Freshman class for 
the play. And Unto Them a. Son Was 
Born, written by Emily Sawders and 
directed by Joan Harms. The prin- 
cipal parts ■were taken by Penny 
Myers as Cynthia, Marie Rohrer as 
Ellen, and Kay Dunn as Christine, 
ably supported by Myra Sklarey as 
Mrs. Munroe, Barbara Work as Jenny, 
and Jane Wilson and Patty Eldon as 
the skeletons in the family closet. 

f>age Four 


March 17, 1943 



During the last few weeks, PCW 
has welcomed to its chapel five well 
known churchmen of various faiths. 
All of them spoke on the part college 
girls will play in this war and in Vein 
peace thereafter. 

On Wednesday, February 24, the 
student body was addressed by Dr. 
C. Marshall Muir, pastor of the Belle- 
field Presbyterian Church, Rabbi Les- 
ser of Rodef Shalom Temple, und 
Farther Rice, who, in addition to his 
clerical duties, acts as head of tlie 
Rent Division of the Office of Price 
Administration. Since they were 
speaking in connection with the 
observing of Brotherhood Week, these 
three speakers emphasized the good 
that could be accomplished if men 
were truly brothers. 

In chapel on March 3, Dr. Mark 
Depp, pastor of the Christ Methodist 
Church was the speaker. Using the 
title of Eleanor Roosevelt's book It's 
Up to the Women as his subject, he 
told us of the part women are playing 
in the world today and will continue 
to play in the world of the future. 
FUght Future 

Thursday, March 4, guest speaker 
was Dr. Gill Robb Wilson, Director 
of Aviation for the State of New 
Jersey. Because of his knowledge 
and experience in the field of avia- 
tion. Dr. Wilson was qualified to tell 
of the part aviation will play in the 
world after the war has been won. 
Dr. Wilson also said that he felt girls 
should stay in college in order to pre- 
pare themselves to meet the problems 
of the post war world. 

The World's Student Service Fund 
will be the subject of a YWCA chapel 
talk by Mr. Frank Fulton on March 
22. The YW will hold a benefit tea 
dance in Mellon Hall on March 24 
for the Fund, which also helps Chi- 
nese students, bombed from universi- 
ties, to continue their education, even 
though they may have to travel one 
or two thousand miles to do so. 
Jap Prison 

Life in a Japanese military prison 
"was described by the Reverend Fran- 
cis A. Cox, acting rector of the Epis- 
copal Church of the Redeemer, in 
chapel March 15. Dr. Cox, who 
"spent six weeks in such a prison in 
Shanghai, spoke on the conditions he 
found there, saying that each Amer- 
ican was put with thirty-four Ja- 
panese and Chinese criminals or polit- 
ical prisoners, many with infectious 
diseases. All prisoners slept on the 

floor of a basement cell twelve by 
eighteen feet. Dr. Cox, assuming the 
duties of the Reverend Hugh S. Clark, 
now of the United States Army, was a 
field artillery captain of the eighty- 
fecond division in World War 1, and 
has been in China for the past twen- 
ty-one years — sixteen years as a mis- 
sionary in Soochow, and five years as 
chancellor of St. John's University in 
Shanghai. He thinks that we will de- 
feat the Japs if we are hard enough 
on them and if they think that they 
cannot possibly be victorious. 

Dr. Marion R. Trabue, Dean of the 
School of Education of Pennsylvania 
State College, spoke in chapel today, 
on "World Federation." 

YW Chapels 

Horace Ryburn, missionary from 
the East Liberty Presbyterian Church, 
is the scheduled YW chapel speaker 
for March 24. Mr. Ryburn has re- 
turned to this country from Thailand 
before Pearl Harbor and will be able 
to give first-hand information on con- 
ditions in that part of the world. 

Dr. Dalzell, pastor of the Shady- 
side Presbyterian Church, who has 
spoken here at PCW before, will re- 
turn April 14, as a YW guest. 


This month in chapel Dr. Kinder 
is showing a series of films which 
concern our allies. Among them are, 
Target for Tonight and Argentine 
Primer^ which have already been 
shown, and Columbia, Crossroads oj 
America. Target for Tonight dealt 
with the planning and carrying out 
of plans for a British bombing over 
Germany. .Argentinne Primer reveal- 
ed the story of the life of our South 
American neighbor, revealing it to 
be as modern and up-to-date as our 

Columbia, Crossroads of Am.erica 
will be shown in the near future, and 
promises to be as interesting as the 
other films have been. As the name 
suggests, it concerns Columbia, a 
country most of us know little about. 

Organ Recitals 

March 31, at 8:30 o'clock, Mr. Col- 
lins' pupils will present a student or- 
gan recital in Berry Hall. 

The program will include Proces- 
sional Music from Parsifal by Wag- 
ner, and Were You There?, a Negro 
spiritual played by Betty Spierling; 
In Summer by Stebbins, played by 
Doris Mae Sampson; and Chorale: 
God Have Mercy by Bach, presented 
by Janet Kennedy. Mary Jane Fish- 
er will play Flocks from Distant Hills 
and Sculptured Clouds," two short 
pastorals written by Alfred Johnson, 
Goldie Scholl will present Chorale: 
From Heaven Above by Bach and 
Andantino by Cesar Franck. Prel-ude, 
Fugue, and Chaconne by Buxtehude 
and Evening Song by Fairstow will be 
played by Mary Ruth Sampson. Amy 
McKay will play Sonata in C Minor, 
Opus 56 by Guilmant, and June 
Hunker will play Andante Cantabile, 
(First Sonata) by Phillip James, and 
Now Thank We All Our God, by 

April 19 June Hunker will give 
an organ recital in Berry Hall. She 
will open her program by playing 
Prelude and Fugue in E Minor (Ca- 
thedral) by Bach. The other num- 
bers on her program will include; 
Largo by Handel- Whitney; Fountain 
Reverie by Fletcher; Fantasie by 
Franck; First Sonata by Borowski; 
Jagged Peaks in the Starlight, Wind 
in the Pine Trees, and Canyon Walls 
— a series of Mountain Sketches by 
Clokey; Andante Cantabile from First 
Sonata by Phillip James; Londonderry 
Air arranged by Federlein; and Now 
Thank We Our God by Karg-Elert. 


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Junior Prom 

Travel restrictions did not in the 
pi. least bother the size of the crowd at 
PCW's Junior Prom at the Univer- 
sity Club on March 5 . Evidences of 
its being a war-time prom were not- 
ed in the absence of corsages, in the 
informal attire of the couples and in 
the many uniforms seen on the dance 
floor. Dorm students chartered a 
street car back to the brealcfast in 
Woodland Hall. 

Maestro Bemie Armstrong played 
both sweet and jazz music and the 
Conga Line added a touch of South 
• American atmosphere. In the receiv- 
ing line were Barbara Caldwell, 
Chairman, Miss Marks, Dr. and Mrs. 
Spencer, Mrs. Campbell, Jane Fitz- 
patrick and Peggy Donaldson. Many 
alumnae, particularly from last year's 
. graduating class, and a number of the 
faculty were present. 

Tea Dance 

Dancing in the Art Center and 
bridge and bowling in Andrew Mel- 
lon Hall were featured at the tea 
dance held after the Prom, on Sat- 
urday afternoon, March 6. Sponsored 
annually by the Hood and Tassel, the 
dance's proceeds go to the Student 
Loan Fund, which this year netted 
twenty-five dollars. Amy McKay was 
chairman of the dance. 





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Piano students will hold another 
of their workshops tomorrow at 3:45 
in the Art Center. Participating in it 
are Mary K. Eisenberg, who will play 
Mazurka, by Rabikoff, and Sue Funk, 
who will play Heard Outside the 
Prince's Door and Of a Tailor and a 
Bear, both from MacDowell's For- 
gotten Fairy Tales. 

Alice Lee Gardner will play Men- 
delssohn's Song Without Words in F, 
Helen Myers, The Little White 
Donkey, by Ibert, and Jane Strain, 
Prelude Opos 11 No. 13, by Scriabin. 

Rogers' Etude Melodique will be 
presented by Margaret McKee, Rach- 
maninoff's Elegie by Janet Bovard, 
Saint-Saens' The Swan by Dorothy 
Firth, MacDowell's Improvisation by 
Jean Burnside, and Juon's Naiods at 
the Spring by Patricia Walton. 


Third workshop this semester for 
voice students was held Thursday, 
March 11. Participating were Freida 
Ellsworth, Evlyn Fulton, Sue Funk, 
Alice Lee Gardner, Jeanne Goodwin, 
Helen Ruth Henderson Lu Ann Is- 
ham, Peg Johnson, Dale Kirsopp and 
Mary Lou Reiber. 

Ensemble Program 

Members of the instrumental en- 
semble, under the direction of Miss 
Held, were invited to furnish music 
at the Annual Dinner of the Ameri- 
can Chemical Society which was held 
at the University Club on February 
18th. The program consisted of solo 
numbers, duets, and trios. The girls 
participating were Allison Meyer, 
pianist; Pauline Basenko, clarinetist; 
Edith Succop and Agnes Hoist, flut- 
ists; Marjorie Ruppelt, cellist; and 
Fay Cumbler, violinist. The group 
was complimented on the type of mu- 
sic chosen and also on the manner in 
which it was presented. 


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Would you like to hear your play 
produced over the radio? KDKA will 
do that for you if you should happen 
to be the lucky winner of the cur- 
rent Script Writing Contest, spon- 
sored by the Activities Council. So 
far, twelve budding geniuses are 
busily engaged in writing their mas- 
terpieces. The contest is still open 
until March 24. First prize is ten 
dollars, so if you write and have an 
original idea — the Script Writing 
Contest is for you. 

Skatinir Party 

Get out your old roller-skates, 
clean off the rust, and practice up for 
the grand Skating Party you're going 
to attend on Wednesday, March 24. 
Sponsored by Activities Council as 
the event for March, the party will 
be free, with only the tax as admis- 
sion. Chairman Sally Lou Smith, 
Freshman, is planning some novel ar- 
rangements, so keep the date open. 

Inter-American Contest 

Conscious of the world situation, 
and eagerly eyeing the all-expense- 
paid trip to Mexico which is the' 
grand prize, a number of PCW girls 
are working on their entries in the 
National Discussion Contest on Inter- 
American Affairs. The entries are 
one thousand word written speeches 
on the subject: "How the American 
Republics are Cooperating in Win- 
ning the War." Winners from this 
phase of the contest will participate 
in the regional discussion contests, 
and, if lucky, in the national finals. 

Advertisings Contest 

Several Juniors are planning to 
enter the contest sponsored by the 
Women's Advertising Club of Pitts- 
'ourgh for the best original idea to 
promote the sale of War Savings 
Bonds. A one hundred dollar schol- 
arship is the prize, to be paid direct- 
ly to the winner's senior year tui- 
tion. There will also be two honora- 
ble mention prizes awarded. Writers 
who enter the contest may develop 
an original copy idea for newspaper 
or magazine and suggest what the art 
work would be, or a radio program 
outlined with selling spots. Or, art- 
ists may work out the art woik for 
a bond selling ad and merely sug- 
gest the copy message. 

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March 17, 1943 



"I have thirteen life partners," an- 
nounced Tim, a Marine home from 
Guadalcanal. Tim has been through 
hell with his buddies — was shot in the 
side, and just got back to the States 
on sick leave. Aside from being a 
little rocky on his pins he is o. k. too — 
thanks to those partners of his. You 
see, down there in the steaming jun- 
gles Tim was given thirteen blood 
transfusions. That blood plasma they 
pumped into his veins made thirteen 
civilians life partners of Tim, the 
scrapping Marine. 

Perhaps the plasma that saved 
Tim's life was taken from the Pitts- 
burgh Blood Bank, because right here 
in Pittsburgh we have several units 
of a Blood Bank that is saving hun- 
dreds of lives. 

PCW is taking an active part in 
collecting blood plasma. We do not 
have our own unit as do Pitt and Tech 
but are cooperating closely with Blood 
Bank headquarters in the Wabash 
Building. Each week PCW sends a 
representative to a meeting of those 
who are directing the work of col- 
lecting plasma in the city. There 
plans for improving the drive for 
blood donors are discussed. 980,000 
pints of blood have been collected to 
date out of the 2,800,000 pints that 
the Army and Navy have requested. 
Donations must be stepped up to 50,- 
000 weekly to meet the requirements 
of the armed forces. 

Sign IJp on Campus 

PCW's student chairmen, Gladys 
Bistline and Miles Janouch have 
made application cards available to 
all and will be glad to answer any 
questions donors might have. After 
the application is in, those in charge 
at the Wabash Building will set a 
time convenient for the donor to give 
her blood. Taking the blood is a sim- 
ple procedure which should not in 
any way harm the donor. 

In the Den is the PCW Honor Roll, 
a list of blood donors. At the present 
time the Sophomore class is' leading 
with thirteen donors, one of whom 
has given her blood three times. Ten 
Seniors have donated their pints as 
have seven Freshmen. Five faculty 
members and three Juniors have 
given blood. 

From a student body of over three 
hundred PCW has had thirty-three 
student donors. PCW, a woman's 
college, has been asking, "What can 
we do?" Here is the answer: "Do- 
nate your blood." 


"Dehydrated Foods" was the topic 
of Dr. Earl K. Wallace's series of lec- 
tures at the Buhl Planetarium the 
week of February 22. The purpose of 
dehydrated foods, says Dr. Wallace, is 
to conserve space and tonnage on the 
ships carrying supplies to our sol- 
diers in Europe. In the First World 
War, four out of every ten ships were 
used to transport food. Today with 
the increased need of space for heavy 
armaments dehydrated foods were the 
answer to the problem and only one 
ship in ten carries food. 

The process began in Cambridge, 
England, and soon spread over here. 
For some time already part of the 
water has been taken out of fruit, 
but now certain vegetables can be 
completely dehydrated. They are 
carrots, green cabbage, rudabaga, 
vegetable soup, and pea soup. 

The water is removed by heating 
the food under reduced pressure. 
When the disks reach their destina- 
tion they are placed in luke-warm 
water and allowed to expand. Sea- 
soning is added and the food tastes 
exactly as it does when it's fresh. One 
disk contains enough of that article 
for one portion. Foods are also pack- 
ed in cans, four packages in a can. 
One package contains fruit juice, the 
other three contain dehydrated food 
for three meals. These cans are used 
when a flyer crashes and cannot be 
picked up immediately. 

Conservation Drive 

From March 17 until March 24, 
PCW is going all-out for wool! If 
you have an old wool dress you can't 
wear any longer, you're just the per- 
son "Gussie" Teichmann and her 
committee for the Old-Wool Con- 
servation Drive want to see. This 
unique drive is being put on to resur- 
rect perfectly usable pieces of wool 
that PCWites would otherwise throw 
away, but which can be put to good 
use. Any old wool yam left over 
from that sweater you just knitted, 
dresses, jackets, socks, or sweaters 
are acceptable. There will be boxes 
to collect these items in convenient 
places: Andrew Mellon Hall, Wood- 
land HaU, and Berry Hall. And 
don't, by all means, feel that those 
scraps of material too small to be of 
use to you are to be shunned — bring 
them all along and help fill the box- 
es. And watch for the skit the Old- 
Wool Conservation Drive Committee 
is putting on March 18 in Chapel. 


Mrs. Owens and Evlyn Fulton, co- 
chairmen of the Red Cross drive on 
campus, gratefully announce that to 
date approximately $800 has been 
collected. This amount includes the 
pledges and cash from both students 
and faculty. 

The campaign was successfully be- 
gun with an interesting chapel pro- 
gram about the Red Cross. At that 
time Mrs. Owens and Evlyn spoke, 
and a movie about Clara Barton and 
her Red Cross work was shown. The 
1943 drive w^as begun with hope that 
PCW collections would surpass those 
of 1942 — and they did. Last year at 
the conclusion of the drive the total 
amount that had been collected was 

Under the chairmanship of Jean 
Wyre, a number of students canvassed 
sixteen streets in Pittsburgh on Sun- 
day March 7 and collected approxi- 
mately $700. This money though not 
a part of PCW's fund, was collected 
to aid the Pittsburgh Red Cross. The 
largest single contribution was $150 
and Evlyn Fulton's collection totaled 
$243, the largest amount brought in 
by any one of the girls. 

Those who canvassed the Pitts- 
burgh area w^ere Freshman Captain 
Betty Beck, Patty Blue, Roberta Car- 
penter, Lucille Cummins, Evlyn Ful- 
ton, Anna Jane Goodwin, Marjorie 
Lansing, Dorothy Marshall, Junior 
Captain Ann McClymonds, Amy Mc- 
Kay, Sophomore Captain Emily Noll, 
Sue Norton, Betsy Ross, Janet Ross, 
Myra Sklarey, Marian Teichmann, 
Carol Thorne, an dRuth Anne Weigel. 

War Play Contest 

The human drama behind the pur- 
chase of War Bonds is the theme of a 
nationwide college playwriting con- 
test recently inaugurated by the U. S. 
War Savings Staff. 

All college students in the United 
States are eligible to enter plays, 
which should be between ten and 
thirty minutes of playing time. Scripts 
are to be judged by the drama de- 
partment heads of the colleges, and 
the winning entries sent to Washing- 
ton by April 8. National judges are 
well-known figures in the non-com- 
mercial theaitrical world. 

The student authors of the winning 
plays will receive the Treasury Spe- 
cial Award of Merit lor distinguished 
services to the War Savings pro- 

March 17, 1943 


Page Seven 


Debaters Convene 

PCW girls will be off to Perm State 
on Friday and Saturday March 19 
and 20 hut this trip will be strictly 
business — or almost business, anyway. 
Members of the Discussion Group 
will attend the Annual Convention of 
Debaters from colleges throughout 
Pennsylvania. Topic to be discussed 
is the Immediate Settlement in the 
Post- War World. Spokesmen Evelyn 
Click and Claire Horwitz will pre- 
sent, in committee, a bill now being 
formulated by those in the Discussion 
Group here at school. Others who 
will attend the convention are Lois 
LiUtz and Phyllis Jones. Miss Barnes 
will act as sponsor for the group. 

Preparation for the convention, 
■which is carried on in committee and 
parliamentary meetings, will be made 
at Mount Mercy College on Tuesday 
evening, March 16. There, home- 
town debaters from Pittsburgh col- 
leges vrill hold a parliamentary ses- 
session, to give practice in formal 

Speakers Glick and Jones have al- 
ready discussed the subject of Post- 
war Settlement with students at Se- 
ton Hill, an old debating associate of 
PCW. In a panel discussion held at 
Greensburg school on Saturday after- 
noon, February 27, PCW representa- 
tives answered questions on the prob- 
lems of political and economic set-up 
in the immediate peace plans to be 
made after the war. Seton Hill stu- 
dents discussed nationalistic and geo- 
graphic problems. After a battle of 
■wits, our girls were entertained by a 
sight-seeing tour of the campus and 
a dinner, to help cushion the crowded 
train ride back to Pittsburgh. 

Mu Sigma Dinner 

Set for March 24th, a Mu Sigma 
Dinner is being planned for the 
science majors and will be held at 
the Fairfax dining room. Among 
the guests will be the science faculty, 
Dean Marks, and Dr. and Mrs. Spen- 

Contrary to the general conception 
of February and March being lazy 
months, they have been very busy 
months for Hood and Tassel. Many 
activities have taken place in Feb- 
ruary. Most interesting of all was an 
Alumnae dinner held in Andrew 
Mellon Hall on Friday, February 26 
at 6:00. Invitations were sent to all 
the Hood and Tassel Alumnae but 
because a lot of them are either liv- 
ing out of the city or are in the 
WAACS or WAVES, a great number 
of them could not be present. How- 
ever, a chicken pot-pie dinner, engi- 
neered by Junior Ross, was relished 
by advisers Dean Marks and Miss 
Griggs, present Hood and Tassel 
members, and alumnae Graham, 
Copeland, Chantler, McKain, Ander- 
son, Maerker, and charter member 
Jo Ann Healey. 

After the dinner a long meeting 
was held, and reports were given to 
the alumnae of what Hood and Tas- 
sel had been doing this year. The 
Alumnae entered into the discussion 
and offered many valuable sugges- 
tions. The main topic of interest was 
the possibility of getting into Mortar 
Board. National Mortar Board So- 
ciety has rather stringent entrance 
requirements, but Hood and Tassel 
through untiring efforts should be 
able to make it and negotiations are 
now under way. 

The net profit from the tea dance 
after the prom, sponsored by Hood 
and Tassel, was $25, and this will be 
turned over to the Student Loan 
Fund as in the past. 

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will be published by the group to be 
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alumnae, telling of activities of the 
organization here in school and also 
of the graduate members. This is a 
new project and should be an inter- 
esting one. President Jean Archer 
will edit the bulletin. 

Early in March the members for 
next year will be chosen. This wiU 
be a tedious process even though the 
qualifications for membership are 
well defined: character, service, lead- 
ership, and scholarship. Plans are 
to choose the members before elec- 
tions in order to make the selection 
as fair as possible and free from 
prejudice. The names of those chosen 
will be kept in strict secret until 
Moving-Up Day, at which time they 
will be tapped by present Hood and 
Tassel members. 

Alumnae Council 

Alumnae Council, annual get-to- 
gether for PCW alumnae, has been 
shortened this year to but a one- 
afternoon session on Saturday, April 
3, instead of the usual two-day pro- 
gram. There will be no visiting of 
classes, no special SGA meeting, and 
no luncheons. 

Mrs. John N. Shaney will direct the 
meeting to be held in the Art Center 
at 1:15. The newly-formed Pitts- 
burgh regional alumnae groups, or- 
ganized on a neighborhood basis, will 
be discussed. The meeting this year 
is open to all Alumnae members, not 
just to class representatives, club 
presidents, members of the executive 
board, representatives of the associate 
members and alumnae trustees. 

At the tea to be held for the Se- 
nors at Andrew Mellon Hall at 3:30, 
Miss Marks and Mrs. Spencer will 
pour and the receiving line will be 
made up of Mrs. G. Marshall Muir, 
class of '25, Miss M. Isabel Epley, '27, 
Mrs. Cora I. Baldwin '32, Eind Mrs. 
Elizabeth Burt Mellor '15. Music will 
be furnished by the Ensemble. 

Faculty Club 

Faculty and administration were 
entertained two weeks ago by Dr. and 
Mrs. Spencer at a dinner in Andrew 
Mellon Hall. The entire country- 
style dinner of hot-cakes, sausages, 
waffles and their companion dishes 
came from the Spencer's farm. After 
the dinner, guests had their choice of 
bowling, or bridge in the Conover 

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March 17, 1943 



"Sh-h-h — it's not for publication" — 
if your reporter had been a little 
more clever, she'd have known how 
to subtly get the information for pub- 
lication. But she wasn't, so if the 
reader wishes to hear some exciting 
yarns, she'll have to see the new five- 
foot-one-inch tall dynamic speech 
teacher, Miss Dorothy Barnes. 

That's one of Miss Barnes' secrets 
of success in the newspaper business. 
"I guess no one realized I was a re- 
porter until I had the information I 
wanted." , 

Oh yes! It might help the reader 
to put two and two together if she'd 
know that Miss Barnes was the So- 
ciety Editor of the Uniontown paper 
only five and a half years after grad- 
uating from the University of Mich- 
igan as a speech major. 

"Won't you tell about one of those 
times you slipped in under the ropes," 
begged the reporter. 

Scooped Plane Crash 

"I guess one of my biggest chances 
at a scoop happened when the big 
T. W. A. plane, "Sun Racer," crashed 
near Uniontown and the stewardess 
and Mrs. EUenstein, wife of the Mayor 
of Newark, New Jersey, were the 
only survivors. Everyone of course, 
almost broke his neck trying to get 
an interview with Mrs. EUenstein, but 
her doctors flatly refused. 

"The night before she was to leave 
the Uniontown hospital, my boss said, 
'Go get an interview with Mrs. El- 
lenstein!' " , 

Miss Barnes here stopped to drop 
her mouth and open her eyes to illus- 
trate her surprised expression that 

"I went to the hospital and I sat in 
the reception room figuring out my 
method of approach." 

First Reporter Barnes took off her 
hat and coat, slipped into the hall, 
and luckily saw a nurse wheeling the 
convalescent woman. It was just a 
chat — at least, that's what Mrs. El- 
lenstein thought till Miss Barnes fin- 
ally confessed after it was too late. 

Maryland to Michigan 

In much the same manner Miss 
Barnes, Society Editor, got many an 

But she didn't intend doing this all 
her life; in fact, she hadn't even in- 
tended to work on a paper in the first 

"Yes, I majored in speech in Michi- 
gan preparing to teach it. I've had it 
in mind ever since I attended the 

Phidelah Rice School of the Spoken 
Word the summer that I was out of 
high school." 

She attended the Maryland College 
for Women for two years, then trans- 
ferred to Michigan University where 
as an energetic speech major, she was 
a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma, 
and also one of the famed Michigan 
Repratory Players. She was in a 
group who broadcast over WJR in 

After graduating and then report- 
ing for some years. Miss Barnes 
chanced upon the opportunity to be 
the secretary to a cancer specialist 
and naturally lost no time in taking 
it. For two years she had her fill of 
her hobby, "collecting people." 

"I Like People" 

"That sounds terribly matter of 
fact, but I really mean, I like people. 
Hollywood Boulevard itself was a 
constant source of delight for me. Of 
course, I didn't have anything real 
thrilling happen to me, but just see- 
ing people was enough." 

After two years filled with meet- 
ing, seeing, and talking with interest- 
ing people Miss Barnes came back 
east to teach English at Penn State's 
Junior College in Altoona. "It was 
just the chance I had always hoped 
for. Then I taught on the campus at 
State after which I came here." 

This brought the interview up to 
date, and Miss Barnes and your re- 
porter then carried on a casual con- 
versation about the girls at school and 
Claudia until it was time for lunch. 

It's too bad your reporter doesn't 
have the build nor the ingeniousness 
of Miss Barnes to worm a few more 
highlights of her colorful and varied 
life from her. You try it! 

Dr. Spencer On W. L. B. 

When late last year living condi- 
tions in war-crowded Washington 
became almost too much to bear, the 
idea of decentralization of key gov- 
ernment agencies came into promin- 
ence. As one solution to this prob- 
lem, the War Labor Board focused its 
attention on the possibilities of sub- 
dividing. Result: twelve Little War 
Labor Boards, located in strategic 
parts of the country, were created. 

Recently from Washington came 
word that three Pittsburghers were 
appointed to membershin in Region 
Ill's Little War Labor Board. PCW 
President Spencer, sought after by 
WLB officials since December, was 
one of the men selected. The other 

two are University of Pittsburgh's 
Economics Professor Francis Dough- 
ton Tyson, Jones & Laughlin Com- 
mitteeman Fred Skiles. 
Controls Industrial Area 

Region III includes the rich in- 
dustrial areas of Pennsylvania, Vir- 
ginia, Maryland, Delaware, South 
New Jersey and the District of Co- 
lumbia. The Board, composed of 
twenty-four members (eight each 
from management, labor, public rep- 
resentatives), meets in Philadelphia 
most weekends. It makes final deci- 
sions on cases involving wage and 
salary stabilization up to $5000 a 
year, and all cases involving labor 

War Labor Board Member Spencer 
now has a new direction in which to 
turn his talents, will undoubtedly do 
an excellent job. 

Film Library Head 

The recently organized Association 
of Educational Film Libraries has 
eletced as its director Dr. Kinder. The 
other members of the association in- 
clude persons from various kinds of 
educational institutions all over the 
United States. They are George B. 
Lehmer, University of Virginia; L. C. 
Lanson, University of Indiana. H. L. 
Kooser, Iowa State College; Thomas 
L. Broadbent, Brigham Young Uni- 
versity; R. R. Munn, Cleveland Public 
Library. Ohio; B. A. Aughinbaugh, 
State Department of Education, Ohio; 
Miss Marguerite Kirk, New Jersey 
City Schools, and Bruce Findlay, Los 
Angeles, California. 

The first meeting of the association 
will be held in Chicago on March 17th 
and 18th. This meeting will be to 
organize the group for their purpose 
of the promotion, distribution, and 
utilization of audio-visual aids in 
classrooms, assembly and forums. 



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This is Let's-Be-Businesslike day 
for yon snoopers, so instead of run- 
ning around madly with pencil in 
teeth trying to dream up the usual 
introductory poem, we'll dig right in 
with some 

Prom Pointers 

Louise Haller's little man really 
appreciated that yummy black net 
job she spent so-o-o-o many even- 
ings on ... If Sally Lou Smith al- 
ways gets people blind dates like 
Chickie Sawder's man, sign us for 
future reference . . . Petie McFall's 
conga was smoooth, but did you see 
the help she had? They say there's 
a shortage of men, but Mary Wells 
didn't notice it at dinner before the 
Prom with three Bethany men . . . 
And last but most important — 
orchids to Chairman Barb Caldw^ell 
and her committees, who really did 
a bang-up job. 
We the Peep-Hole 

Fran Hilbish finally decided to go 
to New York instead of the Prom — 
she has His ring . . . Maybe her man 
did leave for the army, but Margy El- 
liott's new engagement ring must be 
some consolation (Ain't it the truth! 
— Ed.) . . . Surprised? So was Elea- 
nor St. Glair when Bill finally got a 
five day leave, leaving her with The 

Last time we heard of "B'rr Rab- 
bit" was in story book (or was it on 
a molasses can?) — anyway, Louise 
Rider ordered it at Stouffer's the 
other night instead of Welsh Rare- 

Barb Findley has more fun in art 
cla^s — but why is it her abstracts al- 
ways, look better upside down? 
Travel Tips 

Jean Burnside got in from a Chi- 
cago week-end a few Sundays ago, 
damp but very, very beamy . . . 
Last week-end saw Ruth Jenkins, 
very much be-curled, off to the inter- 
fraternity dances at Case. 


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Isn't it Interesting 

. . . the way we all buy the Tech 
Scottie on certain Tuesdays . . . how 
a girl can manage two dates for the 
same dance (for further particulars 
see Mary Ann Church) . . . our de- 
votion to the mailman . . . what 
one balmy day can do to one's morale 
. . . the great desire you get these 
days for a Hershey bar, simply be- 
cause they're not to be had . . . that 
some Seniors are interested now in 
the price of eggs and how two can 
live as cheaply as one. 
And Some Afterthoughts 

Have you seen Connie Meyer beam 
when she speaks of the last week- 
end in March? Chuck gets his long- 
awaited furlough . . . Did you know 
that Frannie Pollick goes for 
blondes? . . . Has Mary Lou Reiber 
told you the sad tale of how her 
back aches, how her feet are cal- 
loused, and how she keeps getting 
those pink spots in front of her eyes? 
Maybe it'll all be cured after she 
wears that Beta pin a little longer — 
it came via the good old mail a few 
weeks ago . . . Saturday night after 
the Prom found Mary Jane McComb 
and Libby Warner doing the town 
with two very eligible Navy men. 

And now our brains are wracked 
and we are wrecks from seeking 
scandal to please you gals, so we'll 
take our leave and you can rest in 
peace until next time — but remem- 
ber, we'll be looking at you! 


Toll the bell, chant the dirge — the 
day of the Charm Girl is swiftly pass- 
ing. Soon she will be only a bee- 
yootiful memory, for times change, 
and with them that hardy perennial. 
The Ideal Girl. 

This day, March 17, sees the Pin-Up 
Girl, the WAVE, the Canteen Hostess, 
and last, but never, never least, 
Rosie the Riveter coming into their 
own. Not to be left behind by The 
Institute of Public Opinion, PCW's 
own Gertie Gallup did some high- 
class snooping and prying the other 
morn, and managed to ferret out the 
names of those fair damsels chosen 
by their classmates as Ideal Waves, 
Hostesses, Pin-Up Girls, and Riveters. 

The choices for PCW's WAVEs were 
made with appearance the fii-st con- 
sideration. Who would best grace the 
uniform of the United States Navy, 
both in maner and spirit? And here 
they are: Ideal WAVEs Jean Wyre, 
{Contxnup.i on page 11) 



After a slightly winded "Rah-rah- 
rah, PURPLE," the air leaked out of 
the balls and all the light bulbs ex- 
ploded leaving the gym in total dark- 
ness. The last page in chapter 1943 
in PCW basketball had been turned 
and again Detective Ima Ardent Fann 
has- solved the mystery. That merci- 
less killer, "Junior" Class, had captur- 
ed three victories leaving behind for 
autopsy the mangled bodis of "Fight- 
ing" Frosh "Sockin" Sophomor and 
"Say It Again Softer" Senior and 
reigned high o'er the kingdom of 
Hoopdom. Members of the Junior 
Klass gang also dominated the Hon- 
orary battle when the Purple over- 
whelmed the White with Donaldson, 
Beck, and Cook firing from all angles. 
Visiting Firemen 

Tuesday, March 9, a pick-up team 
from PCW invaded the Mt. Mercy 
campus for a basketball game. Well, 
you can hardly call it an invasion. 
The local stalwarts limped up to steps 
which are — believe it or not — longer 
than ours. Hopefully clutching their 
gym shoes and a prayer, they passed 
under Gothic arches to be met on the 
edge of a huge playing floor. Sub- 
consciously comparing it to our own 
tiny haven of athletics, they cowered, 
shuddered, and scurried to the dress- 
ing room resolved to do or die for the 
old Alma Mater. A few mintues.later 
the shrill of the whistle threw both 
teams into play. Although obviously 
outclassed from the start the PCWo- 
men put up a valiant fight and, aided 
by second wind and Peggy Donald- 
son's return to form, began to pile 
up points in the final canto. An ex- 
hibition of some of the most spectac- 
ular shooting these old eyes have ever 
witnessed was displayed by a Mt. 
Mercy miss, name of Duff, who led 
all the scoring in the 39-20 victory. 
Faculty Frays 

Comes 4 PM on Wednesdays and 
the faculty tear off their academic 
gowns and hoods, stuffs blue books 
into the waste basket for grading, and 
jump into sports attire. The students 
reluctantly drag themselves from the 
library, file their outside reading 
notes in alphabetic order, and drift 
toward the gymnasium. Any student 
who can withstand Dr. Spencer's pun- 
ishing shots with a volleyball is wel- 
come to play. Everyone got a sample 
of faculty ability after the Valentine 
Dinner. You should see them now 
with a little practice behind them. 
(Continued on page 14) 

Fage Ten 


March 17, 1943 



We had thought wistfully of print- 
ing this issue in green ink, for at 
least three reasons: one, to honor a 
certain Irish saint whose birthday and 
our day of publication happily coin- 
cide; two, to breathe a bit of spring 
through our pages; and three, just be- 
cause we felt like it. Having been 
firmly squelched by a not-too-frivol- 
ous staff, we are resigning ourselves 
and chuckling secretly over the title 
of one of our literary offerings — Green 
Ink. Thanks to our authors, we are 
not completely inhibited. 

* * * 

It seems to us a most encouraging 
sign the way the spirit of cooperation 
is strengthening on campus. We mean 
among other things, the class coke 
parties — highly successful affairs with 
much camaradie and chat, and very 
little cost. It goes to prove how eas- 
ily classes can get together, have fun. 

* * * 

Arrow-award of the month goes to 
all concerned in the class plays. This 
year's entries left us open-mouthed at 
the amount of talent and serious ef- 
fort displayed. We gasped and gig- 
gled while Junior corpses littered the 
stage watched appreciatively the 
modern Sophomore drama which was 
so well staged and acted, and eagerly 
awaited the denouement of the Fresh- 
man offering. To the winning Fresh- 
men, our congratulations — and to the 
others, hearty praise for making the 
event a real Contest. 

* * * 

And now about our summery cover 
— we fondly call it The Good Old 
Days because of (1) the men, (2) the 
car, and (3) the weather. The men 
are in the Army by now, gas and 
tires are being cherished like the 
dear rich Uncle Hector who is going 
to leave us his money, and the weath- 
er — well, don't you wish it were sum- 
mer, too? Besides, we think it's a 

right purty picture — so there. 

* » * 

We await anxiously the coming 
elections. Frankly, we hope we won't 
see again the long list of candidates 
proposed occasionally in the past by 
■well-meaning, if over-enthusiastic 
voters. Though we're all for democ- 
racy, it seems logical that only a 
certain number of girls could possibly 
be eligible to fill a particular office, 
and the long-string-of names plan can 
be carried too far. We remember too 
well the time last year that our bal- 
lot looked more like a grocery list 

than an honest estimate of ability. 
Elections are important: the results 
determine largely what kind of cam- 
pus activities will prevail at PCW 
next year. And so we hope that some 
amount of intelligent planning will 
go into nominations from the floor 
this year. 


Yon Arrow Reporter had a lean 
and hungry look as she sat on the 
frozen bumps of Mellon Hall gar- 
den plots, sauce-pan in one hand, 
empty point rationing book dangling 
from the other. 

Two long ears poked out from a 
nearby hedge and dragged into the 
open a white wiggling body with a 
ball of cotton pasted on behind. 
Upon seeing the huddled mere shadow 
of a PCWite, the rabbit stopped, 
scratched behind his left ear, clear- 
ed his throat and said, "I beg your 
pardon, but shouldn't you be in 
chapel this period?" 

"Yes," sighed the Arroworfcer, "but 
I had to cut it, because I'm hungry." 

"Hungry?" asked the bunny. 

"Yes, hungry, hungry! Starving! In 
other words; 'j'ai faim!' But then I 
guess you rabbits don't know much 
about this rationing business." 

"Well we have heard rumors to 
that effect." said the bunny. "We un- 
derstand that all you people have to 
eat points now instead of food." 

"Not exactly," argued the scribe, 
"But my points are all gone now 
any way you look at it. They all dis- 
appeared with the pineapple juice 
and the canned shoe-string potatoes 
I ate, and now I don't have any left 
and I'm hungry!" 

The rabbit rolled his lips for a 
minute, then asked; "Well, just what 
are you doing down here in these old 
Mellon Hall garden plots on this 
b'rrr day?" 

"Mr. Bunny," answered the other, 
"I have heard on good authority 
that there is going to be a Victory 
Garden here on this very spot, so I 
want to be around when things start 
popping up." 

"Garden!!" screamed the rabbit, 
"Did you say garden? You mean the 
same kind I chewed at last summer, 
I hope?" 

"Yes," answered the Arrow food 
fondler, "Except this year it's go- 
ing to be on a larger scale, and more 
scientific too. Why I just heard Mrs. 
Martin say this morning — " ,, 
(Continued on Page 11) 



I Came Out of the 18th Century 

I Came Out of the Eighteenth Cen- 
tury by John A. Rice is a book not 
only by Mr. Rice but about him. In 
fact, it is Mr. Rice. 

Mr. Rice is fairly well known in 
academic circles for his experiment 
in pure educational democracy at 
Black Mountain College of which he 
was one of the founders. The latter 
part of the book is interesting to all 
people who have attended, are attend- 
ing, or may attend a college, for he 
is an education rebel — ^one might al- 
most say an iconoclast. And we of 
the trade who express ourselves more 
mildly than does Mr. Rice, are never- 
theless somewhat tickled by his clev- 
erly shattering remarks about even 
the sacrosanct University of Oxford. 
Nebraska, Rollins, Swarthmore are all 
brought in for a neat bit of stiletto 

To this reviewer it was a disap- 
pointment that he let off a certain col- 
lege (where she happened to be his 
colleague for a year) with no harsher 
word than that the president at that 
time was a butter-and-egg woman. 
(N. B. She was.) 

The greatest interest of the book 
will lie for most readers — and rightly 
so — in the first part in which he re- 
creates with richness and abundance 
of detail his life in the South of the 
1890's, and makes his analysis of the 
varied human elements which con- 
tributed to the evolution of John 
Rice, the boy, and John Rice, the 

Certainly, we agree, as we close the 
book, he came out of the eighteenth 
century. Though he lived in the 
nineteenth — ^he was born in 1888 — he 
never knew the mental experience of 
that era. And so he came into the 
twentieth century — a stranger. 

It is a perverse book, highly in- 
dividualistic, highly intelligent and 
rational. It has wit, kindliness, in- 
tegrity — a Ufe-sized, masculine in- 
sistance on true values, a really sin- 
cere refusal of shoddy ones. Trying 
to be honest, it is yet not quite hon- 
est. Telling the truth, it does not 
quite teU the whole truth. But it is 
hard to tell the truth. 

Co-winner of the Harper 125th An- 
niversary prize, it brings renown and 
perhaps a certain understanding to a 
man who has tried many paths, has 
done brilliant work in many fields. 

March 17. 1943 


Page Eleven 


and has not up to this time found the 
medium in which he could satisfac- 
torily express his turbulent tempera- 
ment. One feels inclined to say, 
■"Rest, rest, perturbed spirit." 

To everyone who has ever met or 
hoped to meet a real teacher, to 
everyone who believes that learning is 
a shining thing when the real teacher 
meets the real student, may we say 
that the chapter on the Webb School 
is a chapter of sheer happiness? 

H. C. S. 
Van Loon's Lives 

Hendrik van Loon has long been 
gifted with the power to make his- 
tory come alive and never has this 
gift been so enjoyable as when he en- 
tertains a weekly procession of 
famous men and women, wining and 
dining them and giving us, his read- 
ers, a sparkling biography of each 
guest as an appetizer. 

Queen Elizabeth prances into his 
house and dances with the butler; 
Emerson is shy and Descartes be- 
friends him; George Washington likes 
the food so well he soundly kisses 
van Loon's cook; Cervantes and 
Shakespeare come to dinner and stay 
to quell the riot their brain children, 
Don Quixote and Hamlet, begin. 

Clever van Loon includes in his 
sitories of forty historical greats the 
menus with which he pleased his 
guests and these add variety to each 

Painlessly van Loon teaches his 
history lessons and they have in them 
humor and sadness and all that has 
made the lives of great men worth 
studying and rememibering. R. L. 

Library Contest 

Seniors have already started to 
round up books acquired during 
their four college years to qualify 
them for entrance in the Senior Per- 
sonal Library Contest. This year's 
contest, to be judged on April 17, 
will be governed by the same rules 
as in former years with but two min- 
or changes: entries will be accepted 
only if there are at least twenty- 
five books and there will be a second 
prize of five dollars in addition to the 
ten dollars first prize. 

The standing rules are that all 
books shall be the personal property 
of the contestant and shall bear a 
bookplate or other ownership in- 
scription; books submitted may be of 
general interest or may deal with 
a hobby or si>ecial interest of the 
student, but titles of a distinctly text- 

book order shall be excluded; and the 
libraries shall be judged on their evi- 
dence of discriminating judgment in 
selecting books. 

Judges for this year will be Mrs. 
Albert L. Vencill, former librarian 
at New York Public Library and of 
Union Theological Seminary in New 
York City, and Miss Stella Price, 
English teacher at South Hills High 
School. The third judge, to be an- 
nounced, will be an alumna of PCW. 

Follbwing the judging a tea will 
be held from two to five, sponsored 
by the faculty and student library 
committees. Books will be on dis- 
play in the Browsing Room for the 
week of April 19. 

Ideal Girls Named! 

(Continued from page 9) 
Jeanne Goodwin, Peg Chantler, and 
Kitty Lancaster. And if you don't 
know the girls, you'd better get ac- 
quainted; remember? They have a 
man in every port. 

A Canteen Hostess, all interviewees 
agreed, must be charming, natural, 
and sympathetic. She must have the 
precious gift of making a man feel at 
home, but above all, she must be 
genuinely attractive, with none of the 
synthetic glamour calculated to make 
a poor soldier think he's stumbled 
onto a Hollywood set. Presented here 
are your ideas of A-1 Hostesses: June 
Hunker, Patty Leonard, June Collins, 
and Peggy Riffle. 

The Pin-Up Girl, the delight of the 
Armed Forces and the despair of her 
less extravagantly endowed sisters, 
speaks for herself. She needs no in- 
troduction. Therefore, accompanied 
by sighs of envy, we introduce PCW's 
gifts to the barracks, Pin-Up Girls 
Jane Fitzpat;rick, M. D. Roberts, Sally 
Landis, and Patty Eldon. And what 
buck private could ask for more? 

When it came to choosing our four 
Rosies, the interviewers indulged, we 
fear, in a bit of whimsey. Instead of 
seriously considering the question, 
they insisted on making the basis for 
merit the dispatch with which the 
candidate could bring utter ruin to 
the factory. Another consideration 
was: Even in a baggy coverall, would 
she make the foreman whistle. So 
start whistling, because here come 
Janet Ross, Donna Kindle, Louise 
Flood, and Fran Hilbish. 

Now excuse us, folks, if we leave 
without waiting for the shrieks of 
horror and indignation to break forth. 
Just remember, it was two other guys. 
All we did was write down the names. 

AMH Gardens 

(Continued from page 10) 

"Mrs. Martin!" shouted the rabbit, 
"Oh boy! If she's going to be in 
charge of it again this year, there's 
going to be some mighty tasty vege- 
tables for me and my gang to nib- 
ble at this summer!" 

"And besides Mrs. Martin," added 
the garden enthusiast, "Mrs. Shupp's 
going to dig in the garden, and so 
are Mrs. Baldwin, Miss Gunderman, 
Mrs. Ferguson and Margaret from 
Mellon Hall, Mr. O'Neill—" 

"Slurp!" said the Bunny, "I can 
taste those greens right this minute!" 

"Then," added the reporter, "Ad- 
elaide Supowitz, Virginia Ditges, 
Dorothy Firth and June Collins are 
going to have gardens too." 

"June Collins," reminisced the rab- 
bit, "She's the one who grew the arti- 
chokes last year. Let me tell you, sis- 
ter, they were the 'piece de resistance' 
— that's French for yummy." 

"This year," continued the Arrow- 
riter, "the garden will be run on 
strictly scientific lines; Mr. O'Neill is 
going to take some of the soil to be 
tested at the conservatory for one 
thing ,and the gardeners have al- 
ready sent away for Victory garden- 
ing leaflets so that they can make 
best use of the soil, and Mrs. Mar- 
tin is emphasizing straight seed lines 
this year." 

"I approve of all that scientific 
stuff," said the rabbit, "It will give 
us all the more to nibble at this sum- 

"Well," hesitated the writer, "I 
hate to tell you this, Mr. Bunny, but 
I heard plans discussed as to how to 
— 'Should we say — persuode you and 
your friends to stay away from the 
Victory Garden this summer. I even 
heard Mr. O'Neill mention that he 
might put four cats on the payroll 
this year." 

"Oh-oh!" tsked the Rabbit, "In that 
case, we'd better start packing right 
away. You people are so mean! Now 
I've got to eat daisies all summer, 
and if there's anything I hate, it's 

"This is war, Mr. Bunny." said the 
Arrow reporter, "and you rabbits 
must go all out of this garden for 

But the bunny had bounded away, 
and the Arrow's hungry hireling, 
with a look at the bare garden 
plots, sighed and wended' her way 
to Co-op. 

Page Twelve 


March 17, 1943 


OVER TIME by Louise Flood '45 

Private Jack Jenkins could see two 
white forms and hear voices at the 
foot of his stretcher — "no use — oper- 
ation successful — bullet out — but he 
can't live — too bad — too bad — too 
bad — too bad — " 

The voices died away and the 
forms were saturated into the jungle 
mist, but out of the corner of his 
eye Private Jack Jenkins saw a third 
form approaching — a black form 
moving closer and closer until it be- 
came a little humpbacked man with 
a black suit, a black fedora and a 
big black cigar. 

"How strange," thought Jack, "How 
strange and uncomfortable to wear 
black in this jungle heat." Suddenly 
the little man put out his hand to 
feel Jack's forehead. The touch was 
cold and sticky like clay. Jack knew 
at once whose hand it was. 

"I know who you are," cried Jack, 
"and I don't want to go with you 

The little man started. "Why I 
thought you — ! I must be slipping. 
I usually time it better than this. 
None of the others saw me at all un- 
til it was too late. Oh, you would 
break my record for perfect timing! 
I might have gotten a bonus and 

"Well, I'm awfully sorry about 
that," said Jack, "I just happened to 
be looking in your direction. But, say, 
Mister, you're not going to make me 
go with you yet, are you?" 

"What do you suppose I came all 
the way over to this Hell-hole for — 
to get a sunburn?" 

"But, Mister, have a heart. I'm 
only twenty-four years old!" 

"Tough, my boy. Tough! But I 
can't afford to let sentiment inter- 
fere with my business. You'll have 
to come along with me." 

"But listen. Mister," pleaded Jack 
Jenkins, "Just the other day I got a 
letter from Sally — that's my wife — 
and she said that our baby had a 
birthday a couple of weeks ago. My 
son is six months old, Mister, and 
I've never seen him." 

"Well," sighed the little man as he 
blew a black mass of cigar smoke in- 
to the air, "I guess maybe we can 
stop off and take a look at your kid 
on the way to where we're going. 
After all, you were a little spryer 
than the rest in seeing me. But let's 
get going! Do you want me to lose 
my job?" 

Two men stood in front of the 
door to Apartment C. They carried 
tools and wore workmen's clothes — 
the little man with a hump in his 
back had on a black sweat shirt and 
grimy black trousers. A long black 
cigar stuck out from his thick lips. 
The other workman was tall and his 
blue overall suit deepened the blue 
in his eyes. They rang the apart- 
ment door bell. 

"Remember now," growled the lit- 
tle man with the hump in his back, 
"no tricks! And we've got to make 
this snappy! With these old ceiling 
prices I don't get paid time and a half 
for overtime until after the war, and 
if I don't get back in an hour with 
you I'll lose my job altogether." 

"You will?" asked Jack Jenkins. 
"I guess you wouldn't like that 

"I certainly wouldn't. I'm one guy 
that loves my job. I wouldn't lose it 
for the world." 

"And if you don't get back in an 
hour, you will, huh?" mused Jack to 
himself. Aloud he said. "Look at the 
service sticker pasted on the door. 
See that little star in the middle? 
That's for me! Silver 'cause I'm over- 
seas — or was!" 

"Shut up!" growled the hump- 
back. "Here comes your Missus." 

The door opened. Mrs. Jack 
Jenkins smoothed her blue ruffled 
pinafore and said: "Yes?" 

"It's been a long time," thought 
Jack, "a long dark time, and she's 
still the beautiful thing I've had in 
my mind since I saw her last." 

"We've come to check the rad- 
iators in your apartment, Mrs. 
Jenkins," said the humpback work- 
man in the black clothes. 

"Come in," said Sally Jenkins, "but 
please don't make too much noise 
because my baby just went to sleep." 
Her blond hair was pulled back with 
a blue velveteen ribbon. "Here's the 
living room radiator," she said. 

The two men went to work. The 
tall one spoke. "I see you have a 
service star on your door. An over- 
seas one too. I'm sort of interested 
'cause my brother's over there some- 

"Oh he is? Well my husband has 
been overseas for seven months now. 
I don't know where exactly. He can't 
tell me of course, but wherever he is, 
I know he's all right." 

"How do you know that?" asked 
the humpback. 

"Well," Sally smiled, "I know 
you'll think this is rather silly. But 
you see Jack promised me he'd be 
back — promised me on his word of 
honor that he'd come back to Tipper 
and me." 

"Tipper?" asked the tall workman. 

"Yes," said Sally. That's our baby. 
His real name is Jack Jenkins, Jun- 
ior, but I call him Tipper just for 
fun. When his father comes home, 
I'm just scared to death that Tipper 
won't be a baby any more." 

"Don't be too sure he's coming 
back," growled the humpback, 
"Nothing's sure these days. Where 
are your other radiators?" 

"But I have faith," said Sally 
Jenkins as she led the way to the 
kitchen, "and don't you think faith is 
a sure thing?" 

"I think so," said the tall work- 

The humpback glanced at his 
partner. "I don't put too much faith 
in faith," he said. "By the way, we 
don't have much time. Missus — could 
my partner here be working on your 
other radiators while I finish up here 
in the kitchen?" 

"Yes," said Mrs. Jenkins. "We only 
have one more. Come with me. It's 
in the bedroom. The baby's sleeping, 
so you will be quiet, won't you?" 

"Yes," answered the tall workman. 
"I'll be quiet." 

"You be quick about it. Jack," said 
the humpback. "Our time's about 

"Oh your name is Jack" whispered 
Sally in the baby's room. "That's my 
husband's name too." 

"Your husband is a lucky man — to 
have you and a new son to come 
home to." 

"Oh but Tipper and I are the lucky 
ones to have him coming home to us. 
But look, I want you to see the baby. 
He's asleep and you really can't tell 
much about him, but you seem to be 
sort of Jack's type and I want you 
to tell me if you think he'll like him." 

The workman looked at the child 
in the crib. "Here he is," thought 
Jack Jenkins. "Here's my own son. 
He does look like most kids — kinda 
curly hair, soft cheeks^ — but he's 

"I'm sure he'll love him," said the 
woi'kman,. "but you must always 
(Continued on page 13) 

March 17, 1943 


Page Thirteen 


GREEN INK by Helen Smith '44 

The occasion was of course festive. 
Joseph and Anne were in London for 
the first time in eight months. Their 
return from Germany was a miracle 
for which to thank God a thousand 
times. Those in the British Under- 
ground could scarcely hope for as 
much. Yes, Joseph and Anne were 
here and the pheasant was delicious 
in its golden-brown goodness. The 
pasteries crackled in snowy flakes 
under my fork and the dry warmth 
of the wine spread over me like a 
worsted shawl. The grayish-green 
bayberry candles sputtered and spat 
beads of liquid tallow down their 
sides. Only at the proud little Inn of 
the Red Feather under the watchful 
eye of Francis, the proprietor, could 
it have been like this— the four of us 
together again. How he had gather- 
ed such food in these times — but 
then — Francis, always the resource- 
ful, the unpredictable. 

And yet, through it all there was 
something harsh — harsh and cold — 
something I couldn't touch or name, 
but nevertheless, there — and it 
dampened the glow of the wine and 
dimmed the candle flames. 

"Ellen. Ellen, this is no time for 
dreaming." It was Mark. 

"We're celebrating, Ellen. Come on. 
Let's be alive tonight of all nights," 
he said urgently. Alive? Tonight of 
all nights? But, of course — Joseph 
and Anne. 

"I'm sorry, darling," I said, caught 
by the urgency in his voice. 

"Let us drink to the King. Long 
may he live," cried Joseph, rising. 

"And to Francis," said Anne. 

"And tonight," Mark said huskily. 


"To tonight," I whispered, and the 
wine was cold on my lips. 

We walked them home, Joseph and 
Anne, and then we turned across the 
bridge and the Thames was silent be- 
neath us. The night was clear for 
London and there was a breeze over 
the river. It strained through my 
coat and my teeth chattered slight- 
ly. Mark was very close to me as we 
walked. Suddenly he took a long 
deep breath. 

"Ellen," he said softly, "I know 
this is hardly fair, darling, but I've 
put off telling you as long as I could. 
I wanted you to be happy." 

"Is it that you have to leave again, 

"You knew?" 

"I felt it. Oh, Marlv, why must you 
go? Why does it have to be now?" 

"Now is the time England needs 
me most. It's not what I want. It's 
what I've got to do," he said quietly. 

"I know, Mark, I know." The wind 
was colder and I pushed closer to 
him. He put his arm around me and 
neither of us spoke again. 

A week after that night he receiv- 
ed his instructions and two days lat- 
er he was ready to leave. We sat 
together in the living-room. 

"Darling," he said, "we've got to 
face the chance that — something may 
happen. I'll write to you, of course, 
so you'll know every minute but 

"Oh, Mark," I sobbed. I couldn't 
bear the thought. 

"Ellen — darling, I love you so." He 
held me close for a long time. 

"Ellen," his voice was steady now, 
"if something does happen they may 
make me write. They may make me 
tell you I'm still free. I must have 
some means of letting you know if 
I'm in danger. It's for our protec- 
tion, darling, do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mark, of course." 

"It must be simple, something so 
simple it will never be detected. Al- 
so something that has never been 
used before. We can't trust any sort 
of code, now. I've decided on green 

"Green ink?" 

"If my letter should ever be writ- 
ten in green ink you must notify Jo- 
seph. He will remain in London un- 
til I've come back and I will come 
back, my darling." 

Each week a letter came and each 
week I thanked all the gods in 
heaven that Mark was safe. Then in 
March two weeks edged by — then 
three. Every day was torture. Every 
night was hell. I think my mind wus 
very nearly breaking. After a time, 
though, one day blended into the 
next and my senses were numbed. I 
couldn't taste or hear or feel and I 
didn't have to think. I'd gone through 
this before but never for so long. 

Then on the 25th the letter came. I 
tore it open and sank into a chair 
half laughing, half crying with re- 
lief. It was in black ink. The words 
blurred. It was an hour before I was 
able, finally, to read. The letter was 
not long. It said. 
Dearest Ellen, 

I have been exceedingly busy. 

darling. I'm sorry that I have kept 
you waiting so very long. I am well 
and as happy as I can ever be with- 
out you. In spite of my hard work 
little of importance has been ac- 
complished. I had hoped to be home 
before Easter but I shall have to re- 
main several months longer. You 
must not worry about me, dearest. 

Germany is not nearly as uncouth 
and terrible as our country has led 
us to believe. Its people are lor the 
most part as happy and contented as 
could be expected in war and do not 
hate us as we are made to abhor 

The country is beautiful now. The 
grass grows greener each day and 
flowers are starting to bud. This is a 
Germany of health and wealth and 
production concentrated upon one 
supreme effort. The ingenuity of 
science has provided every need. I 
have noticed only one peculiar de- 
ficiency which , though trifling, ap- 
peals to what you call "my whimsical 
side." In all Germany, my darling, 
there is no green ink. 

Try not worry and remember that 
I love you always, Ellen. 


Over Time 

(Continued from page 12) 
keep faith in your husband's return. 
Just keep listening for his footsteps 
and the sound of his key in your door 
— just keep waiting for him and he'll 
be back." 

"I know he will," st'.d Sally 

"Just keep waiting," repeated the 
workman as he made a lunge for the 
window and pulled it open. 

"Where are you going?' 'said Mrs. 

The workman just smiled and 
waved goodbye as he stepped onto 
the fire-escape and ran down. "Just 
twenty minutes more," Jack thought 
as he reached the eighth floor. "Just 
twenty more minutes and his hour 
will be up — just twenty more min- 
utes. All I have to do is get to the 
bottom, run across the park, and hide 
in the crowds in the street." 

He stamped down the steel steps 

faster and faster. The floors lurched 

behind him — eighth — seventh — sixth 

— fifth — all of a sudden he felt the 

(Continued on page 15} 

Page Fourteen 


March 17. 1943 



Mrs. Parkaday sat and glared at 
Mr. Parkaday. 

Mr. Parkaday was the man who 
always said the wrong thing at the 
wrong time, and Mr. Parkaday had 
done it again. He flushed, and look- 
ed uneasily at the ceiling, at the tips 
of his scuffed black oxfords, any- 
where but at Mrs. Parkaday or her 

Mr. Parkaday felt slightly uncom- 
fortable at the thought of the scene 
that would inevitably follow, once he 
and Mrs. Parkaday were alone. How 
did he manage, he wondered, to put 
his foot in it every time. She and 
Caroline Legg had been talking about 
buying on credit, he remembered, 
when he left the room to bring in 
the tray of ginger-ale and oatmeal 
cookies; her idea of a pick-me-up for 
a hot summer day. He hadn't even 
been listening; he remembered he'd 
been wondering how long it had been 
since he'd had a scotch-and-soda, and 
when he heard her say something 
about not dreaming of owning any- 
thing that didn't entirely belong to 
her, "really, my dear," it had hardly 
penetrated. He'd made his way 
through the hot rooms, stumbling on 
the way, cracking his shin against 
the sharp corner of the modernistic 
divan, and returned with the tray. 

And then — he'd only oeen making 
conversation; who wanted to talk to 
George Legg, anyway, fat old buz- 
zard' — and besides, she always want- 
ed him to talk. 

"Why don't you ever talk?" she 
always said. "You just sit there, and 
never open .your head. You might at 
least try to be nice to my friends." 

So he'd only been doing his duty 
as a host, and naturally picked on 
the only subject he'd heard for the 
last month. 

"Know what Alice did the other 
day?" he'd said, jovially. "Went down 
and bought herself a silver fox on 

Of course he'd recalled what they'd 
been talking about as soon as the 
words were out of his mouth, but, 
thought Mr. Parkaday, a man can 
get so tired of a woman's talk that 
he gets so he never listens to what 
she says. 

So Mr. Parkaday sat, half-consum- 
ed ginger-ale in his hand, and gazed 
at the ceiling, and at his shoes, and 
outside, at the kids roller-skating in 
the street. ("Noisy brats," Alice call- 
ed them.) He hadn't noticed before 

how nice it was outside today — just 
right for golf. Why, he hadn't been 
out to the club, for anything but the 
lecture series,, in — three years, at 
least. Good course, too, unless they'd 
put that bridge across the water- 
hole. No. 3 iron needs a new head, 
he reflected, and — 


Mr. Parkaday came back from the 
fairways with a start. 

"Caroline wants some more ginger 
ale, dear." 

Dear! Get that! Caroline should 
hear what she called him when they 
were alone. Talk about Sweety- 
Face — 

He eased himself out of the hard 
chromium chair and made his way 
back through the house to the 
kitchen, where he refilled dear Caro- 
line's glass. As he approached the 
porch again, he noticed the carefully 
coifTed head of his wife, nodding 

Mr. Parkaday had always hated 
women with their hair stuck up on 
top of their heads, and for a mad mo- 
ment, he imagined how it would look, 
coming down all sticky and stringy, 
if he were to pour the ginger-ale on 
it. The remembrance of years of 
arguing, followed by years of sub- 
mission, welled up in Henry Park- 
aday, and for one, brief moment he 
knew what it was to dream again. 
Letting his imagination go, he pic- 
tured how easy it would be: a few 
steps, a tilt of the glass — Mr. Parka- 
day closed his eyes luxuriously. He 
knew he would never have the cour- 
age, but the idea obsessed him. She 
would sit there for a minute, and 
then the ginger-ale would run down 
her face and off the end of her nose, 
and her make-up would streak, and 
her face would get all mottled, the 
way it did when she was angry. 

And then Mrs. Parkaday laughed, 
loudly, and Mr. Parkaday blinked. 

and the vision faded. He sighed, the 
sigh of a man who is puting aside 
forever the last flicker of rebellion, 
the sigh of a man who is licked, and 
knows it, and stepped out onto the 

George and Caroline Legg will 
never get over it. George always 
tells it, and Caroline adds things. 

"She'd just said 'Henry, why don't 
you hurry! Why are you always so 
slow?' when he came onto the porch. 
He just stood there and looked at her 
for a minute, and then threw the 
ginger-ale right in her face." 


(Continued jrom page 9) 
The first match saw the PCWomen 
going down to defeat as Mrs. Brecht's 
low skimmers and Dr. Spencer's dy- 
namite charges boomed up the points. 
The young hopefuls came back for 
more and took the second contest with 
the aid of Wheaties and some faculty 
assistance. You've all talked about 
faculty-student relations — here's your 
opportunity to meet and play with 
some very swell people with no class- 
room atmosphere. 
Ping-Pong Patter 

In a slashing, driving game Sopho- 
more Ruth Mendelson outscored 
Senior Jean Archer to capture the 
championship of the school. Playing 
an alert — almost tense — game, Ruth 
cut the corners and topped the net to 
come out victorious over Archie, 
who has figured in the finals or semi- 
finals every year and took the crown 
in 1941. 
Badminton Banter 

Play off your matches on time! 
Remember you have as good a 
chance to win as your opponent. 
Keep your head. The championship 
chair is empty and may be waiting 
for you. Why put yourself out of the 
running by forfeiting or being 
scratched off. J. R. 

For Flowers Call 


It's Spring . . . Shower Her With Flowers 

5402 Centre Avenue East End 

Arlington Apartments 

MAyflower 6666 

SChenley 7000 

March 17, 1943 


Page Fifteen 

Over Time 

(Continued from page 13) 
cold, sticky clamp on his neck and 
he struggled to get away from the 
humpback behind him. 

"Thought you'd get away, huh?" 
growled the other. "Thought you'd 
get away and make me lose my 
bonus! Well we'll see about — " 

Jack had lurched away and was 
running faster and faster down the 
fire-escape — fourth — ■thirds — second' — 
he put his foot on the ground at last 
and burst towards the park. He could 
feel . another body running behind 
him and he knew it was black and 
humped — and he ran faster and fast- 
er and faster. All of a sudden in 
front of him was a wall, the vine- 
covered park wall. 

"Ah!" snarled the voice behind 
him, "I've got ya now! Thought you'd 
cheat me out of a job, did ya?" 

Jack turned around to see the 
black humpback charging towards 
him. He waited, his shoulders tense. 
Suddenly he kicked and the black 
humipbaclt fell backwards into the 
mud. Jack turned to climb the wall, 
clutching the vines. Little by little 
he scrambled to the top, and he 
reached over and could feel the vine 
on the other side of the wall. But 
there was a clutch at his trousers' leg 
— a cold, sticky clutch. He kicked 
backvirard, then he climbed on the 
top and jumped. 

And he hid himself in the crowds 
— in the crowds without faces. And 
he ran, knocking down big brown 
bags and stepping on red shoes. But 
when he looked behind him, he could 
always see the little black humpback 
coming closer and closer. And he ran, 
and the humpback ran. And Jack 
kept on and on through the crowd. 
But suddenly he stopped and turned 
around. The humpback had disap- 
peared. Jack heard a ticking, an 
even, rhythmical ticking above him, 
and looking up he saw a clock on 
the bank building. "Oh boy!", shout- 
ed Jack, "The time is up! The time is 
up! The time is up! — " 
* * * 

"Doctor, it's a miracle. He was al- 
most gone, but now his pulse is slow- 
er and he's sleeping normally." He 
was in a delirium just a few minutes 
ago — kept waving his hands and say- 
ing 'The time is up The time is up!' 
But now he's all right. I just can't 
understand it!" 

"There are many things we'll never 
understand," said the doctor. 




« *'Ao*'' 





"Did you know that high 

altitude mal<es you terri 

biy thirsty? 'Dehydrates', 

they call it. Who wouldn 

want an ice-cold Coke, 

Coca-Cola not only 

quenches thirst, it adds 

refreshment, too. And taste 

... a deliciousness all its own. 

And quality you count on. 

Makes you glad you were 





Page Sixteen 


March 17, 1943 

First ot till, is the WAAC really needed? 

Emphatically yes! Already the President has authorized the 
Corps to expand from 2 5,000 to 150,000. The Air Forces 
and Signal Corps have asked for thousands of WAAC mem- 
bers to help with vital duties. Both Ground Forces and Ser- 
vices of Supply are asking for thousands more. Members of 
the WAAC may be assigned to duty with the Army anywhere 
— some are already in Africa and England. 

Can the Vt'AAC really help ivin the tvar? 

The whole idea of the WAAC is to replace trained soldiers 
needed at the front. If American women pitch in now to 
help our Army (as ■women in Britain, Russia and China do), 
we can hasten Victory — and peace. 

What eati my ettlleye education contribute ? 

College training is important equipment for many WAAC 
duties too long to lis:. Cryptography, drafting, meteorology, 
laboratory work. Link trainer and glider instructing, for 
example. If you are a senior you may enroll at once and be 
placed on inactive duty until the school year ends. See your 
WAAC faculty adviser for more details. 

But can i live comfortably on W^AAC pay? 

There are few civilian jobs in which you could earn clear 
income, as WAAC enrolled members do, of $50 to $138 a 
month — with all equipment from your toothbrush to cloth- 
ing, food, quarters, medical and dental care provided. WAAC 
officers earn from $150 to $333.33 a month. 


Seme questions and ans^vers of interest 
to every patriotic college woman 

"Whe drilliny sounds so strenuous — J 

Nonsense! Some calisthenics and drilling are vital to general 
good health and tuned-up reflexes. After a few weeks at Fort 
Des Moines, Daytona Beach or the new Fort Oglethorpe 
training center you'll feel better than ever in your life! 

Maybe 1 trouldn't like the irork? 

People are happiest doing what they do well. Every effort is 
made to place you where your service will count most toward 
final Victory. You may have some latent talent that will fill a 
particular need for work interesting and new to women — 
such as repairing the famous secret bombsight, rigging para- 
chutes, or driving an Army jeep over foreign terrain. 

Bave I a chance to learn sontethiny neu>? 

Yes, indeed. And the list of WAAC duties grows constantly. 
The training and experience you get in the WAAC may equip 
you for many new careers opening up for women. 

What are my chances of promotion ? 

Excellent. The Corps is expanding rapidly and needs new 
officers, both commissioned and noncommissioned. Those 
who join now have the best chances. All new officers now 
come up through the ranks. If qualified, you may obtain a 
commission in 12 weeks after beginning basic training. 

What are the aye and other requirewnentsf 

Very simple. You may join if you are a U. S. citizen, aged 
21 to 44, inclusive, at least 5 feet tall and not over 6 feet, 
in good health — regardless of race, color or creed. But the 
Army needs you now — don't delay. Total War won't wait! 

l,inguists needtvtl* If you speak and write Spanish, 
Portuguese, Chinese. Japanese, Russian, French, German or 
Italian, see your local Army recruiting office now! You are 
needed for interpreting, cryptography, communications. 

I'llompft'ls \rMny \uxitiari/ I. 


For further information see yonr nearest 



Vol. XXII 

Pennsylvania CoUege for Women, Pittsburgh, Pa., April 27, 1943 

No. 6 

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Page Two 


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Editorial Staff 

„ T-,,., (Marian Lambie '43 

Co-Editors {^j^„ McClymonds >44 

Business Manager Virginia Hendryx '43 

News Editor Evelyn Glick '44 

Assistant News Editor Jane Strain '45 

Feature Editor Margaret Anderson '43 

Sports Editor Janet Ross '43 

Proof Reader Jane Field '4S 

Make-up Martha Harlan '44 

Staff Photographer Peggy Suppes, 43 

News StafE 

Jane Blattner, Margaret Couch, Joan Davies, Virginia Ditges, 
Virginia Gillespie. Nancy Herdt, Harriet Hoffman, Claire Horwitz. 
Phyllis Jones, Mary Kelly, Dale Kirsopp, Mildred Kovacs, Margaret 
McKee, Jane McPherson, Florence Ostein, Frances Pollick, Peggy 
Riffle, Mary Ruth Sampson, Marion Staples, Jean Thomas, Virginia 
Uber, Marian Updegraff, Martha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

Sybil Heimann, Louise Flood, Jane Meub, Nancy Stauffer, Helen 
Jane Shriner. 

Business Staff 

Lois Allshouse '45, Betty Anthon '46, Janet Brewster '45, Eva 
Caloyer '46, Lucille Cummins '43, Jeanne de Haven '43, Elma Em- 
minger '45, Rebecca Fellows '45, Dorothy Firth '45, Virginia Gilles- 
pie '43, Helen Gilmore *46, Alice Hanna '45, Martha Hutchison '44, 
Lou Ann Isham '44, Miles Janouch '43, Kelly Jones '44, Martha Mc- 
Fall '45, Ruth Mendelson '46, Helen Robinson '45, Cynthia Ann Say 
'46, June Sineive '46, Sally Smith '46, Justine Swan '44, Martha 
Truxal '43, Marjorie Wayne '46, Ruth Weigel '46, Sara Villing '46, 
Louise Yeiser '44. 

Typists: Sue Norton, Mary Lou Oesterling, Nancy Showalter, 

Good Sign 

We've never noticed very closely how much the spirit 
of spring elections influences the spirit of campus gov- 
ernment the following year, but right now we're hoping 
that said influence is strong. Characteristics of voting 
in the past fe"w weelis. may prove to be propitious signs 
for next year. It seemed that nominations from the floor 
were more carefully considered than usual, that selec- 
tion of capable candidates over-rode personal prejudice. 
For few offices were there more than three nom- 
inees, a fact indicating closer attention to experience and 
eligibility rather than to popularity. In the cases of unan- 
imous election of the Permanent Nominating Committee's 
candidates, whole-hearted support was apparent rather 
than that old let's-get-it-over-with attitude. 

The last point brings us to a consideration of the re- 
cent motion made in SGA that the Nominating Commit- 
tee submit the names of two candidates for each office 
instead of one. Before voting on this suggestions, which 
seemed to have the spontaneous approval of many, we 
hope that the student body will think over a few things 
involved. Are there two equally good candidates for 
every office? And does the Committee really establish 
precedents by its elections? 

We feel that the alertness of the student body in nom- 

inations and voting this year disapproves the need of 
such an amendment to the Constitution at this time. The 
students knew the persons they wanted in office, and 
elected them regardless of the type of nomination that 
put them on the ballot. 

On Class Cooperation: 

The old idea about a campus being a secluded, shelter- 
ed spot where young men and women spent four years 
in isolated splendor is no more. The campus boundaries 
have melted away, and the college is an integral part of 
today's war world. 

We PCWites on the hill must learn to work together 
willingly and efficiently, must discover how we can do 
our best, put our most vital efforts to good use. 

And so the Arroiv proudly brings to its editorial col- 
umns the example of the recent Junior class production 
the "Floradora Frolic." In a very short time, but with 
very intensive effort, the girls brought forth an evening 
of fun that proved a grand experience not only for the 
hilariously happy Juniors, but for the whole college. 
Practically every member of the class did something to 
make the play a success. Behind the talent displayed 
was much hard work ... in planning, writing, rehears- 
ing, decorating, publicity. The painstaking deliberations 
of the committeesi were well worth while. 

It is by such projects that we at PCW can train to 
do our share in the larger project before us. By learning 
to get along witli each other, to do our bit and more, we 
can fit ourselves into the hord'e of persons doing their 
part and more to pick up the pieces of life shattered 
around us. 

We congratulate the Junior class. More than that, we 
thank them for showing us how it can be done. The 
loud applause dealt them that Saturday evening will long 
ring loudly through the campus as a resounding reward 
to the Juniors, and an inspiring salvo to the other classes. 

SCOOP! . . . Pennsylvanian Editor 

Announcement came in after the Arrow had gone to 
press that Patty Leonard will be editor of the Pennsyl- 
vanian next year. 

Tall, soft-spoken Patty has had varied experience in 
school activities. As a Freshman she was a member of 
the Junior Prom committee, and was elected Sophomore 
member of SGA board. This year it was she who guid- 
ed the Freshmen through their orientation period, while 
holding office as Junior SGA member. 

Many a dance has shown evidence of Patty's artistic 
talents in unique and colorful decorations. For a few 
days Patty was considering transferring to the Uni- 
versity of Michigan next year to take special training in 
art, but admits that her resolve was "very wobbly." 

She took time out from changing records on her 
ever-busy vie to say of her new job, "Honestly, I'm just 
thrilled — positively — it's wonderful!" Her sentiments are 
shared by the student body, who can well look forward 
to a capable and artistic recording of the classes of '43 
and '44. 

April 27, 1943 


Page Three 



Our manly hero of "He Ain't Done 
Right by Nell" now finds PCW's most 
responsible office, that of SGA pres- 
ident, bestowed upon her capable 
blonde head. PCW, however, can't 
claim entirely the discovery of 
Peggy's merits. Cannonsburg High 
got the jump on us and voted her 
their best all-around girl three years 
ago. With her ever-present blush 
she also admitted that she swung a 
mean racquet long before she battled 
in our AA tennis tournaments .She 
was champion of "Guntown's" wom- 
en's singles. Transferring from 
Western Reserve University last year 
she swung into basketball, swim- 
ming, hockey, and finally the Junior 
class presidency. 

Margaret Lucille, (we haven't 
changed the subject, honestly) in her 
familiar blue jeans and cotton shirts, 
operated her own gas station last 
summer and did a rushing business 
too. Since rationing, however, she 
has decided to give up the enterprise. 
Plans for this summer's activities 
aren't as yet complete. 

Yes, girls, Peggy actually knits 
those smooth long sweaters herself — 
although without her mother's help 
that new wine one would still be 
only a sleeve. And speaking of 
flattering clothes, if you haven't seen 
Peggy in black velvet you haven't 
seen the real Donaldson. Ah me. 
Friend Adolf 

Last year about this time our Peg 
was floating about in a dither. Now 
don't be shocked, but yes, it was a 
blessed event. Thunder was bom. 
Thunder is Peggy's very own colt. 
His real name is Adolf. Let her tell 
you how he contracted his rugged 
alias. And that's not all. When she 
tires of riding Thunder she turns to 
another mode of transportation, one 
we'll be seeing more of as this war 
goes by. Thunder's maternal parent 
yields to her mistress's whim and re- 
verts to the captivity of a buggy. 

Peggy represents not the first, not 
the second, but the third generation 
of her family to come to PCW. Her 
grandmother attended classes on our 
hill in the good old days of the Pitts- 
burgh Female Academy. This third 
generation outdoes itself in its con- 
tributions to our alma mater. Not 
only do we have Peg, but her sis- 
ter Betsy, will enroll with the Frosh 
of '44. 


Need I mention that Peggy has a 
brother. If you've noticed his pic- 
ture in 304 you'll understand why he 
thinks PCW is the originator of mob 

Peggy is a math major. She doesn't 
exactly know what she'll do when 
she graduates but it'll be something 
approaching engineering. Anyway, 
that's all in the far off future when 
the wide wide world claims her. In 
the meantime, as our new president 
of SGA Peggy says, "If I could make 
the students half as proud of me as 
I am of the job they gave me, I'd be 

Barbara Caldwell 

She was a member of the Perma- 
nent Nominating Committee as a 
Freshman, president and Charm Girl 
of her Sophomore class, and chairman 
of this year's recent Junior Prom. 
Her favorite phobia is coat hangers, 
because, she says, "They mix all up 
and fall down in a bunch, and rattle!" 
She has done more than her share of 
trail-blazing to the coke machine, and 
is majoring in economics and sociol- 

She bemoans the fact that no one 
thinks she is the polka-dot-bow type, 
which troubles her greatly. Last year, 
during a chapel quiz program, when 
one of the younger male teachers on 
the faculty was asked to give the 
names of the four class presidents, 
hers was, by a strange coincidence, 
the only one he knew. Meet Barbara 
Caldwell, next year's Chairman of the 
Activities Council. 



In every sport there are cham- 
pions. To be a champion you've got 
to have something on the ball, of 
course. But it takes more tough stuff 
to get in and stay in and keep your 
heart in the game as a substitute than 
it does to be a smoothie. Here's the 
girl who can do it. Not that she 
doesn't play tennis and hockey and 
basketball well — she does. She stuck 
it out and gave us a great big carload 
of what is called sportsmanship. 
That's what makes a team. 

Mickey came to PCW from Taylor 
AUderdice. Her name has appeared 
more than once on the coveted list a 
la Dean. On the line at the start, she 
pulled her cerebrum into the light of 
day and snagged one of the Freshman 
history prizes. This year, every 
Thursday without fail she has com- 
mitted the SGA minutes to parch- 
ment. She has been working, too, 
with our Defense Council, preparing 
PCW for the "days when." 

Mick spent last summer presiding 
over a war bond booth at Carnegie 
Illinois. Perhaps you saw one of the 
mobs of men (cross my heart and 
hope to die) milling around the place. 
She also whiled away a summer in a 
Chautauqua beanery and enjoyed it 
no end. Last year she took a little 
trip to New York. If she'd had her 
way she would have established a 
permanent residence there (in the 
Stork Club.) 

If in your penny collection, which, 
we hope, you are about to throw in 
the face of a worthy Jap, you should 
unearth a copper of the mintage 1922, 
please save same for Mickey. She 
doesn't know what mint letter, D., 
S., or V. D. B., is the one to keep so 
she confiscates them all. 

We all think about keeping a scrap 
book at one time or another. Mc- 
CuUough traversed the road of con- 
templation long ago and got around 
to doing something about it. She's 
proud of her scrap book and she in- 
vites you all to come over and see it. 
You won't be disappointed. 

Mickey's major is Spanish. The aim 
of her work is in the diplomatic field 
but the aim of her life is to become 
Mrs. Paul Lohmeyer. Knowing Paul, 
we think she's got the right idea. Of 
a future career she says, quote "If I 
could get married, I'd throw the 
whole thing over." 

(Continued on page 4) 

i^age Four 


April 27, 1943' 



(Continued from page 3) 

About her new office she simply 
tells us she's thrilled to be president 
of the class of '44 and those words 
from Mickey mean smooth sailing 
with the best at the helm. 

Other members of the class cab- 
inet are Vice President, Ruth Jen- 
kins, Secretary, Portia Geyer, and 
Treasurer, Gladys Heimert. 


"Put us down as women of mys- 
tery," said PCWs best known Big- 
and-Little-Sister duo, Alice Craig 
and Helen Gilmore, newly elected 
presidents of next year's Junior and 
Sophomore classes. Alice, who gets 
anybody's vote for the most Irish 
Irishman anywhere, was AA repre- 
sentative in her Freshman year and 
was elected treasurer of the associa- 
tion this year. 

Her idea of a lovely time is to play 
basketball or volleyball or baseball 
or hockey all day, and then go danc- 
ing all night to her favorite tune, 
"Leave Us Go Root for the Dodgers, 
Rodgers," keeping her energy up 
with cokes. Mary Alice is majoring 
in English, with an eye toward Pitt's 
Retail Training School sometime in 
the distant future. Preparing for a 
career in retail selling, her choice 
since her freshman year in high 
school, she is working at Home's and 
will stay there during the summer. 
"In," says Alice, "the Artificial 
Flower Department." Not only is she 
allergic to them, she hates them. 
Most of her mail goes to Camp Davis, 
but she also has an interest in Pitt's 
Medical School — philanthropic, she 

Other officers of the incoming Jun- 
ior class are Vice President, Mary 
Jane Youngling, Secretary, Alice 
Hanna, and Treasurer, Patty Smith. 


Helen Gilmore is also very inter- 
ested in sports, and cuts a mean rug 
in her own right. She intends to take 
secretarial sub.iects. She claims to 
have a nasty disposition, but blames 
it on the chronic writer's cramp she 
has had since she took her first his- 
tory note, which may or may not be 
a coincidence. 

Helen comes from Allderdice, 
where she was president of the Sen- 
ior Leaders, the Sports Club, and is 

on the business staff of the Arrow at 
PCW. "I owe all to my big sister," 
the new Sophomore class president 
says, "and my happiest moment was 
during the Freshman-Sophomore 
hockey game, when I hit her in the 
teeth with a hockey stick." Alice 
and Helen believe they have the be- 
ginnings of a beautiful friendship. 

To assist Helen in her presidency 
the class elected as Vice President 
Mary Wells, and Peggy Riffe as Sec- 
retary and Miram Egger as Treas- 

Betty Brown 

Betty Brown, new Senior mem- 
ber of SGA, is an old hand at school 
government. At Ellis she was pres- 
ident of her Senior class and later 
headed her dorm at Skidmore Col- 
lege where she spent her first two 
years of higher learnin'. 

Her interests run from making hats 
("Sometimes I wear 'em — sometimes 
I don't.") to painting, knitting, cook- 
ing, swimming, music appreciation, 
and modern dance. 

Our interests run to her smooth 
twin brother, Bob, a senior at Prince- 

ISancy Stauffer 

Polly Wilson 

Polly Wilson, new Junior member 
of SGA and advisor to the class of 
'46, has interesting plans for her will- 
be advisees. 

"Well," said this former president 
of the Freshman class and treasurer 
of SGA, "first of all, I'm going to 
gsther the whole class together and 
conduct them on a personal tour to 
the haunted Berry tower — just to get 
them in the spirit of things." 

Polly, former Peabody High stu- 
dent in the midst of a knit two purl 
two, admitted that her hobby was 

Nancy Stauffer, newly elected 
Chairman of the Honor Committee, is 
an English and Spanish major who 
hopes to teach in Latin America 
when she leaves PCW. Nancy, be- 
sides being on the Dean's List every 
semester, is president of the Glee 
Club, a Freshman Counsellor, an 
Arrow staff member, and this year's 
Secretary of Woodland Hall. She 
hopes to work at the American 
Bridge Company this summer, as she 
has for the last two years. 


They say Sally is the quiet type. 
We think too many offices are listed 
to her credit to merit said category. 
At Wilkinsburg High she was presi- 
dent of the Science Club. What hap- 
pened to that science urge, Sally? She 
was on the year-book staff and a 
member of the National Honor So- 
ciety. At Wilkinsburg, too, she earn- 
ed the title of Miss Seventeen in the 
IG^O contest. 

She kept the right foot forward 
when she entered PCW's class of '44. 
The Freshman Commission snagged 
her and later she became class secre- 
tary. She was SGA treasurer this 
year and her new YW presidency is 
only a step in the right direction 
from her '43 vice-presidency. 

It seems there is a Sophomore in 
Pitt Medical School whose name is 
Hydie. Hydie and Sally. Doesn't 
sound bad, does it? Over the phone 
It sounds even better and he calls 
her every night. 

Sal has been a camp counsellor and 
has worked at Jonasson's in the baby 
department, no less (baby clothes, 
of course). Her major is in element- 
ary education, too. 

Also elected to YW executive po- 
sitions are Betty Johnescu, Vice 
President, Mary Ann Letsche, Sec- 
retary, Phyllis Ingraham, Treasurer. 


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Martha Harlan 

If you have a tendency toward vis- 
ual hallucinations we suggest that you 
refrain from a peek at a Harlan fam- 
ily reunion. Martha's father, mother, 
brother, uncles, aunts, and cousins all 
have hair in various shades ranging 
from red to red. 

After "Strolling Through the Park" 
in the Junior entertainment Marty, 
new House Government president, 
told us that she has been musically 
inclined from infancy. Her talents 
have been highly diverse and divers 
to say the least. She played a cello in 
the orchestra at Mt. Lebanon High 
and later digressed to the ocarina 
(sweet potato to you) and the guitar. 
You'd never know it to look at her, 
would you? Perhaps you remember a 
few years ago in the American Week- 
ly an extensive write-up with pic- 
tures publicizing the organization of 
a swing band at Mt. Lebanon. Marty 
was the leader of said band. If you 
did see the write-up, you never heard 
more of the project because it didn't 
materialize. Marty assures us that 
House Government will not suffer so 
cruel a fate. 

In ninth grade there really was am 
orchestra — ^this time an all-state band. 
There was a movie short made of it 
and Marty did an admirable job as 
background. She sat on a little raised 
platform holding her cello. Sixteen 
hours of practice under the lights pro- 
duced a two minute production. 

In her higJi school days Marty 

spent her summers at a small man- 
made lake near Columbus. There her 
four-year-old cousin came through 
admirably and introduced our carrot- 
top to the male residents of the area 
(plug for the usefulness of children). 
Marty worked on her high school 
year book and paper. She has done 
Arrow make-up and was its proof- 
reader this year. She has held two 
money-handling jobs at PCW — house 
(Continued on page 10) 

Arrow Editors 

The long and the short of things 
will be combined on the Arrow staff 
next year. At a recent meeting of the 
Board of Publications, Ann McCly- 
monds and Helen Smith were elected 
the new Co-Editors. 

Ann (just-call-me-shorty) McCly- 
monds is an Arroworker from away 
back. She was on the feature staff in 
her Freshman year, then Feature Ed- 
itor, and Co-Editor this year. A look 
at her Wilkinsburg High School rec- 
ord would seem to prove that her in- 
terests are somewhat erratic. She 
was president of the Drama Club and 
at the same time in charge of an up- 
lifting society known as the Famous 
Quotations Squad. At present her 
chief dislike is still sports, but she'd 
walk a mile for an ice cream cone. 
Her most abysmal ignorance is in the 
field of music, but she struggles to 
make up for it by taking English and 
history majors and by planning to do 
Special Honors work next year. As a 
rule she's a rather stolid soul, but 
the glassy look in her eye right now 
belies the fact. The hazy state is 
caused, of course, by Lt. Turnock's 
furlough before he makes off for Cal- 
ifornia. "Ah, to be in California, now 
that April's here!'" 

If Helen survives her summer job 
of driving a truck full of TNT, she 
should make a splendid editor. In 
Mercer high school she edited the 
annual and newspaper simultaneous- 
ly, and is now racing through a dou- 
ble English and chemistry major here. 
Last year she won second prize in the 
Short Story contest, and this year be- 
tween labs she's spent most of her 
time working in class projects. She 
was barker of the Junior circus last 
fall, directed and helped write the 
play for the class competition, and 
directed and acted in the more recent 
Junior mellerdrama. 

Ann says of her new co-worker, 
"Siie'll be fun to work with and I 
know she'll be a fine editor." Smith, 
in reply, says. Write that down!" 



For one who had whooping cough, 
pneumonia, chicken pox, double mas- 
toid, and a tonsilectomy in one year 
Rig looks pretty healthy, don't you 
think? That is a chapter in her past 
before she became a little 5' 2" AA 
president. She's been dancing since 
she was twelve, doing ballet, tap, toe, 
ballroom, and acrobatic. Plus hockey, 
basketball, tennis, and swimming, 
Riggy has mastered the fine art of 
fencing. All this was discovered 
while she was still an AUderdice un- 
dergrad. She was made a Senior 
Leader, quite an honor in the athletic- 
scholastic realm. 

Now for the skeleton in the family 
cupboard. Prepare yourselves. Riggy 
used to play the violin. Her favorite 
solo was Shubert's Serenade. Them 
days, though, are gone forever. Now 
she satisfies her music tooth with her 
radio and vie. 

In a comer of her room all her 
notes are neatly filed, material proof 
of the student in her. But even the 
plainest outline has a touch of origin- 
ality because Riggy likes green ink. 
Another of her pet passions is cheese. 
She'd rather eat cheese than meat 
which is fortunate in these days of 
rationing when choices must be made. 

If you want to throw a party, the 
kind with little iced cakes and tiny 
fancy cookies, and you can't bake 'em 
yourself, don't shop for them. Just 
let Rig know. She'll fix you up. 
They're her specialty although she 
says she supposes she could cook any- 
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April 27, 1943' 



Outstanding members of the Sen- 
ior class will take comprehensive ex- 
aminations in their various fields 
from April 28 to May 1. These Sen- 
iors, proven capable of individual 
and intensive work, were chosen by 
the faculty Committee on Honors 
Work. Selection for honors work is 
based on faculty recommendations, 
college records, and scholastic apti- 

To be eligible for Special Honors 
work a student must have a weighted 
average of three at the end of her 
Junior year and maintain that aver- 
age during her Senior year. She re- 
ceives six credit hours each semes- 
ter for her special work, directed by 
a faculty member, and must take 
nine credit hours of class work in ad- 
dition. Special Honors are awarded 
to the student who has fulfilled with 
distinction, in the opinion of the ex- 
amining committee, the following 
requirements: a paper showing the 
results of her special duty, an oral 
examination in her special field in- 
cluding a defense of her paper, and 
a comprehensive examination in her 
field to be passed with a minimum 
grade of B. 

General Honors are awarded at 
commencement to the students who 
pass the comprehensive examinations 
in their fields with grades of not less 
than B. Candidates for Special and 
General Honors are required to at- 
tend weekly seminars conducted by 
the members of the various depart- 


PCW's victory gardens, located in 
the former Mellon vegetable garden, 
now have ten gardeners to work in 
them. The students and faculty 
members who agreed to work will be 
here all summer to take care of their 
plots and harvest their crops. Mrs. 
Martin, in charge of the group, says 
they will plant tomatoes, carrots, and 
green vegetables with high nutritive 
value, such as lettuce and mustard 
greens. There will be no corn plant- 
ed because the rats eat it and no po- 
tatoes because they don't grow well 
in this soil. The group can't report 
much progress at present, because 
of bad weather conditions. 


"They said such things and they did 
such things" in the chapel on Satur- 
day, April 3. A gay nineties gal set 
in the midst thereof would never have 
doubted the authenticity of the Ju- 
niors' Bowery-for-a-night. Red and 
white crepe paper streamers, huge 
wall pasters, tin can foot lights, plus 
a full-fledged root-beer bar contrib- 
uted to the good old Nineties devil- 
may-care atmosphere and took us 
back almost half a century in a wink 
of Lillian Bustle's eye. 

The Floradoras frolicked and the 
Can Caruners fell exhausted at our 
feet backstage after their gruelling 
performances. One of the Strollers 
Through the Park couldn't find her 
derby and was on the point of epilep- 
ticity when it was finally located on 
the worthy pate of the cafe's only 

At check and plaid-swathed tables, 
drinking Dad's Old Fashioned with 
gusto, sat an extremely cooperative 
audience. They hissed the wolf in 
sheep's clothing. They cheered the 
manly hero. They sang with Lillian 
Bustle and ate pretzels in the in- 
terims. Their ears ringing with 
Take Back Your Gold, the jokes of 
the Happy Boys, and little Nell's 
"Who could o' did this foul deed?" 
they wandered out into the night air 
of '43. A wilder, gayer evening 
eoudn't have been had by all. 

For an eleven day practice we think 
the Juniors did right well. "Could it 
be," said they, "that it is all over. 
After all our hyperactivity we're 
lucky to have exams to keep us from 


In the last week of March PCW's 
campaign for musical instruments 
and athletic equipment for war pris- 
oners brought in the admirable con- 
tribution of sixteen musical instru- 
ments and twenty-six pieces of ath- 
letic equipment. For publicity and 
advertising purposes, the school cam- 
paign was started a week in advance, 
so that the cause would be well 
known when the city drive began. 
Chairmen of the campaign were 
Evelyn Fulton and Mrs. Owens. Miss 
Errett was in charge of athleti.? 
equipment, and Miss Held of musical 



In honor of the Junior class, the 
Freshmen gave a tea on Wednesday, 
April 14, from two until four, in 
Andrew Mellon Hall. Miss Marks, Dr. 
Martin, the Junior advisor, and Mrs. 
Watkins, the Freshman advisor, 
were the guests. 

Co-chairmen of the affair were 
Kitty Lancaster and Midge Kovacs. 
On their committee were Nina Mc- 
Adams, Doris Sisler, Janet Bovard, 
and Priscilla Hendryx. 

Several musical selections were 
given as entertainment; those partic- 
ipating were Bea Keister, Helen 
Witte, Joan Titus, and Pat Walton. 
Refreshments of punch and cookies 
were served in the dining room. 

The tea gave the newer Freshmen 
a chance to meet more of the girls 
from the Junior class, and at the 
same time the other Freslimen had 
an opportunity to see their so-busy 
Big Sisters. 


The Sophomore tea for the Seniors 
will be held on Wednesday afternoon, 
April 28. The chairman, June Col- 
lins, has on her committee Sally 
Landis, Margie Elliot, Anna Down- 
ing, and Mary Gallagher. 

In the receiving line will be 
Mickey McFarland, Sophomore class 
president; Marion Rowell, Senior 
president; Dr. Wallace, Sophomore 
advisor; and June Collins. Mrs. 
Shupp, Senior advisor, and Mrs. Wal- 
lace will pour. 


A tea for the Senior class, with 
pink sweet-pea corsages carrying out 
the class colors, was held by the 
Alumnae Association after their 
Council Meeting on the last Saturday 
in March. Miss Marks and Mrs. 
Spencer poured, with about seventy- 
five former PCW students present 
and many of the Senior class. 

At the Alumnae Council Meeting 
there were discussions about the 
smaller groups of Alumnae in the 
different sections near Pittsburgh, 
with new ideas for organization. Miss 
Marks gave a brief talk and Dr. 
Spencer concluded the meeting by 
telling the group about the new war 
courses to be given next year. 

April 27, 1943 


Page Seven 


Summer Work 

To PCW girls who desire work, 
there are great opportunities this 
summer in agriculture, industry, and 
community service. The National 
Student Council of the YWCA and 
the regional council are sponsoring 
student workers projects which will 
supplement the actual academic 
training of the student with actual 
work experience and also help to 
meet the nation's manpower short- 
age. The plan is this: groups of 
thirty to fifty students will live in a 
community for ten weeks, probably 
June 18 to August 28, when they will 
work together at regular jobs on 
farms, in factories, shops, offices or 
conrmunity agencies, drawing the 
usual wages for this work. Three 
sessions per week will be devoted to 
the discussion of social, economic, 
political and religious problems of 
community life. An adult counsellor 
will direct each project. 

Students who desire to work on 
these conditions will be selected 
through application upon the rec- 
ommendation of faculty members. 
Some groups will be only for women, 
others will include men and woinen. 
A registration fee will be charged to 
cover the cost of the project. Be- 
sides gaining invaluable experience 
from this work, students will learn 
the answers to such problems as 
how many hours one should work, 
what constitutes a living wage, why 
farm wages are so low while food 
prices are so high, and other such 
contemporary problems of everyday 

Skating Party 

On Saturday, April 10th, eighty- 
five PCWites donned their skates at 
the Lexington Roller Skating Rink. 
They skated from two to four-thirty 
and whether on their feet or on the 
floor, they had a rollicking time. The 
original plan to have Pitt Air-Cadets 
fell through when the commanding 
officer wouldn't extend PCWs invita- 
tion to the boys. Sally Lou Smith, 
chairman, stated that a private party 
was promised but the apparent mis- 
understanding on the part of the 
tnanagement of the skating rink re- 
sulted in their neglecting to make 
the necessary arrangements. Chickie 
Sawders, Priscilla Hendryx, Martha 
Coate, and Sue Norton made up 
Sally Lou's committee. All in all, the 
hot-dogs, cokes, and spills made up 
an enjoyable afternoon. 


Saturday afternoon, April 17, the 
Library Committee entertained the 
seven Seniors who had entered the 
Personal Library Contest at tea in 
the Browsing Room. Faculty and 
gii-ls sipped tea, and appreciatively 
nibbled delicious chocolate cream 
puffs, candies and nuts passed by 
Mrs. Hansen and Student Library 
Chairman Janet McCormick. Former 
PCW librarian McCarty poured. 

First prize of $10 went to Vance 
Hyde. Her varied exhibit ranged 
from Little Women and the Harvard 
Classics to Lloyd Douglas' best seller 
The Rohe. Included was a selection of 
Vance's own poems. 

Jean Sweet received the $5 second 
prize. Her library included volumes 
of Proust and Tolstoy, Van Loon's 
Lives, a dictionary, and a copy of 
Roget's Thesaurus. 

Libraries revealed the tastes and 
personalities of their owners. Louise 
Wallace's contained some excellent 
volumes on art, Currier and Ives 
Prints, and World Famous Paintings; 
Edith Cole's Better Bridge for Better 
Players, aroused a chuckle as did 
her Sub-Treasury of American Hu- 
mor; Amy McKay showed some old 
books she had recently received, the 
New Normal Fifth Reader being one 
of the most interesting; Marian 
Lambie's illustrated copy of Ro?neo 
and Juliet aroused attention; while 
Miles Janouch displayed two copies 
of Louis Adamic's w^orks, and Thom- 
as Wolfe's You Can't Go Home Again 
in her group. 


Freshman speakers discussed 
"Woman's Place After the War" in 
a symposium lield in the Conover 
Room, Thursday afternoon, April 
15, at 3:30. 

Martha Coate, of PCW, spoke on 
"Education of Women After the 
War." Ann Pascasio, Pitt student, 
clarified "The Attitude of Men Re- 
turning From the Battlefronts Con- 
cerning Women's Place in Industry." 
Representatives invited from Mount 
Mercy and Seton Hill Colleges dis- 
cussed other phases of the general 

Each speaker gave a six-minute 
talk, after which an open discussion, 
under the direction of Chairman 
Martha YorI<:in, was held. Later, tea 
was served. 

In charge of committees were Eva 

May Day 

Official May Day this year for PCW 
will be May 3. Because of the war, 
the usual elaboraite celebration pre- 
sented every four years and scheduled 
for this year was cancelled. Instead, 
moving pictures of the 1939 May Day 
wiU be shown in chapel by Dr. Kind- 
er. As in other years, though, the 
Freshmen will give each Senior a 
basket of flowers on May Day. 

The traditional May Day celebra- 
tion included a procession led by the 
May Queen, Robin Hood, Queen 
Elizabeth and their numerous attend- 
ants, all chosen from the Senior class. 
The main event of the day was the 
crowning of the May Queen. Mem- 
bers of the Junior, Sophomore, and 
Freshman classes provided the danc- 
ing numbers and the play King, 
George and the Dragon was given. 
In 1939 Miss Rachel Kirk, Field Sec- 
retary, was the dragon. The celebra- 
tion ended with the winding of the 
four Maypoles by all those on the 


Under the sponsorship of YW a 
campus campaign for the World Stu- 
dent Service Fund has been started. 
This organization operates primarily 
in the colleges and universities of 
the United States in order to raise 
money for student war relief. Its help 
goes to students and faculty who are 
victims of war in all parts of the 

The initial step in the campaign 
was a chapel program in which Mr. 
Frank Fulton spoke on the condi- 
tion of students in foreign lands. Mr. 
Fulton taught in China and recently 
obtained his PhD at Yale. 

On the Wednesday following Mr. 
Fulton's address, a silver collection 
was held for the WSSF. The YW 
cabinet has announced that $35 was 

The tea which was to be held in 
connection with the campaign was 
cancelled because of the numerous 
activities on campus at the same 

Caloyer, general Social Chairman; 
Sally Parker, chairman of the Food 
Committee; Sue Norton, chairman of 
the Committee on Room and Dec- 
orations; and Nine McAdams, head 
of the Publicity Committee. 

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April 27, 1943' 



Marking a high point in interest 
among the faculty and students 
PCWs participation in the Jefferson 
Oratorical contest, sponsored by the 
Hearst papers, was quite successful. 
Five entrants in the school contest 
were Marilou Haller, who spoke on 
JefEerson's educational policies; 
Evelyn Glick and Ruth Mendelson, 
both of whom compared Jefferson in 
his day with the place his ideals are 
playing in the world today; Phyllis 
Jones, speaking on Jefferson's for- 
eign policies; and Norma Bailey, who 
viewed Jefferson as the symbol of 
democracy. In the student-faculty 
voting, Evelyn Glick was selected to 
lepresent PCW in the college 
Western Pennsylvania eliminations. 
Other colleges taking part were 
Pitt, Tech, Mt. Mercy, Penn State, St. 
Francis and Seton Hill. At the finals 
held in the Foster Memorial, the 
Penn State representative won the 
first prize and an opportunity to go 
to Chicago to participate in the na- 
tional semi-finals, where he came out 
in third place. Pitt, and Mt. Mercy 
took second and third prizes respec- 
tively, while PCW's Evelyn Click 
won a twenty-five dollar War Bond. 

Spring Dance 

Cafe Cotillion was the popular 
dating place of PCWites and their 
men on Saturday, April 17, at the 
Spring Dance. Green striped awn- 
ings, tiny round tables, and pink 
flowerpots transformed the chapel 
into a typical sidewalk cafe. Music 
wag provided by a section of Bemie 
Armstrong's orchestra under the di- 
rection of Buddy Murphy, with 
handsome Buzz Aston of KDKA as 
featured vocalist. 

The receiving line which gi-eeted 
the dancers as they entered the cafe 
included Miss Marks, Mrs. Albert 
Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Paul F. Shupp 
and Barbara Findley. The commit- 
tee responsible for the novel theme 
and its distinctive decorations con- 
sisted of Barbara Findley, chairman, 
Betty Johnescu, Mary Elizabeth Kin- 
ney, Miriam Davis, Mary Ann 
Church, Helen Louise Myers and 
Nancy Jean Means. The usual dou- 
ble dance arrangements were can- 
celled this year and the combined 
dance for all four classes substituted. 

It would be well for us to look 
ahead to the schedule of events clos- 
ing the semester. Moving-Up Day, 
on May 12 with its awards and closing 
exercises, will be followed by Study 
Day on Thursday, May 13. Final ex- 
aminations begin on Friday, May 14. 

Faculty Party 

Sponsored by the science depart- 
ment faculty and chairmanned by 
Mrs. Bishop, the Faculty Snack Party 
ir the Conover Room on April 9, fea- 
tured all kinds of sports. There was 
music, bridge, pingpong, swimming, 
and bowling with Mrs. Martin's team 
capturing the title over the competi- 
tions of Mrs. Brecht's team. Dough- 
nuts, poitafto chips, and coke were on 
the evening's menu. Another snack 
party is being planned for the near 

Campus Day 

Do you remember when you were 
a high school Senior and an invita- 
tion came for you to attend PCW's 
Campus Day? This year as always. 
Campus Day will be held May 8, 
with Miss Kirk — fingers crossed for 
nice weather — in charge of the en- 

With plans for a full afternoon, 
high school Seniors will first be 
shown the campus by students, end- 
ing their tour at the chapel for a 
brief program there, and finally go- 
ing to a tea at Andrew Mellon Hall. 


Retreat this year will be held on 
campus on May 1. The old and new 
ofiHcers of SGA, the YW cabinet, AA 
board. House board, and the Arrow 
editors meet to discuss the prob- 
lems of the past year and to formu- 
late plans for remedying them next 

The group will meet jointly from 
1:30 until 4:30 Saturday afternoon. 
From 4:30 until 6:00 they will be 
free to relax, and at 6:00 dinner will 
be served. In the evening from 7:30 
until 10:00 the groups will meet 

In former years Retreat has been 
held off campus, usually at a camp 
where the group could spend the 
weekend. But this year due to 
transportation difficulties and the 
food shortage, it will last only one 


Pescha Kagan, guest pianist at 
PCW for her second consecutive year 
presented her last recital in the 
series of four programs in a special 
chapel program held Monday morn- 
ing, April 26, from 11:30 a. m. 
to 1:00 p. m. Miss Kagan's concert 
was composed entirely of requests 
that have been made by the faculty 
and students. Having studied under 
the two great masters, Paderewski 
and Schnabel, Miss Kagan ranks high 
among the outstanding pianists of our 
time. Her recent programs held on 
March 16th and 23rd and April 9th 
have been a source of pleasure to all 
of the faculty and student body and 
friends of the college who have at- 
tended them. 
Garratt to Play 

George Robert Garratt, young out- 
standing pianist from Pittsburgh, will 
present a piano concert composed of 
his own compositions in a chapel pro- 
gram during the first week of May. 
Mr. Garratt has studied at the Chi- 
cago Musical College under Rudolph 
Ganjz and Dr. Wold. His composi- 
tions have been played by the Il- 
linois Symphony. He is an admirer 
of Rachmaninoff, and has modeled 
many of his own compositions after 
those of Rachmaninoff. Mr. Garratt 
is a writer, a composer, and an or- 
chestrater as well as an accomplished 
pianist. His sister, Jane Murray, is 
now a Sophomore at PCW. 

Story Contest 

Short story contest time is here 
again. The annual competition, 
started by the Omega Society, will be 
sponsored this year by the Student 
Activities Council. The contest is 
now open, and Mrs. Shupp has asked 
that all entries be handed in no later 
than April 26. The .iudges will be 
outsiders, probably alumnae. 

There will be two prizes g'^^'en; 
first prize $10, second prize $5. The 
winners will be announced on Mov- 
ing Up Day. The winners last year 
were Janet McCormick, Helen Smith, 
and Suzanne McLean. 

ALL Popular and Classical 



Dances and Parties 


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April 27. 1943 


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The presentation of Quality Street 
is past but may its memory linger on. 
It will undoubtedly linger in the 
minds of those who worked so hard 
to see its production through. Orchids 
to Miss Robb for her splendid job at 
directing and a chocolate cake to IVIr. 
Kimberly for the lovely sets. (Miss 
Robb is very fond of orchids and Mr. 
Kimberly of chocolate cake — as his 
stage craft class discovered.) Janet 
Valentine Browne McCormick could 
have easily stolen the heart of many 
girls of the present war period and 
lovely Jane Evans would chann many 
a man in her dual role of Miss Phoe- 
be' and Miss Livvy. Jane has been a 
personality in the speech department 
since her Freshman days, is a favorite 
on the PCW stage. 

Ktiss Susan did a splendid job. 
Ivorny Wolf's graduation, too, is a sad 
loss to (the PCW speech department. 
In the past four years there is only 
one play, except of course the senior 
productions, that didn't feature Lor- 
raine. She's been a queen, a school 
mistress, a greedy servant, a mur- 
deress, a colored maid and even a 
stage manager. 

Bouquets also to Jean Archer, as 
Henrietta; Eleanor Garrett, Miss Will- 
oughby; Marian Lambie, Fanny; Jean 
Wyre, Ensign Blades; Dorothy Min- 
neci, Charlotte; Janet Ross, Lieuten- 
ant Spicer; Marjorie Noonan, Ser- 
geant; Peggy Suppes, Patty; Peggy 
Dietz, Harriet; and Elizabeth Ma- 
roney, the soldier. So versatile are 
the talents and figures of the class of 
'43 that they not only can play the 
parts of men but even little children 
so in those roles we saw Martha 
Truxall, Virginia Hendryx, Louise 
Graves, Helen Jane Taylor and Elea- 
nor Keffer. 

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Mary Campbell. Claire, too, has been 
in the speech department since her 
Freshman year and except for this 
year acted in practically every play. 
TakLng complete advantage of the 
abilities of the speech majors' stage 
manager, Helen Jane Taylor "wore 
the pants" for her class. Since H. J. 
transferred to PCW she has partici- 
pated in some capacity in every pro- 
duction of her department. Capable 
Marian Teichmann spent many an 
evening in the sewing room with pins 
and patterns for companions. Other 
chairmen included Amy McKay, Lou- 
ise Wallace, and Margaret Anderson, 
heading program^ publicity, and usher 
committees respectively. 

Before the Friday evening perform- 
ance, Hood and Tassel sold chances 
on prizes. Their purpose was to raise 
money for their annual award to an 
outstanding Junior class member. 
At the drawing Betty Anthon won an 
album of Tommy Dorsey recordings, 
Jane Strain won a perky stuffed 
giraffe, and Amy McKay received a 
set of Chen Yu nail polish. 


Music major Marion Kieffer will 
give a recital on May 15 at 8:30 p. m, 
in the Art Center. Her program con- 
sists of five groups of songs: Bach, 
Hayden, and Mozart; Schubert; mod- 
ern Russian; modern English; and 
last, spirituals. Frieda Ellsworth 
will accompany Marion. The student 
body is invited to attend. 

the Bend of the River and Mary Is 
a Grand Old Name. Alice Lee Gard- 
ner sang Music I Heard With You 
and Miranda by Hageman. 


On April 17 a group of PCW stu- 
dents entertained the East McKees- 
port Young Women's Club of the 
Methodist Church. The program con- 
sisted of readings by Mary Jane 
Youngling, flute and clarinet solos by 
Edith Succop and Pauline Basenko, 
respectively, piano numbers by Patri- 
cia Walton, and solos by Alice Lee 
Gardner and Dale Kirsopp. 

The Music and Modern Dance De- 
partment collaborated in a recital 
at the Art Center today. The Ensem- 
ble played the Third Movement of 
the Bach Quintet — for Flute and 
Strings, and the First Movement of 
the Beethoven Trio for Violin, Cello, 
and Piano. Patsy Speers, Edna Schuh, 
and Dale Kirsopp appeared in Op- 
pression, an original dance. Stella 
Myers, Marie Rohrer, Mary Ann 
Rumbaugh were featured in I Wish 
I Were Single Again with Alice Lee 
Gardner singing. Marion Swannie 
danced Levity. Dale Kirsopp sang By 

The Speech Department, Glee 
Club, and Modern Dance classes have 
collaborated this year, and will pre- 
sent a pageant for the benefit of War 
Relief on May 5th in the Frick Audi- 
torium. The pageant is an historical 
presentation of man's fight for free- 
dom from the Hebrew enslavement 
in Egypt, through the Babylonian 
age, Greek democracy, the English 
Magna Carta, the American and 
French Revolutions, and the United 
States Civil War, and will be climax- 
ed by the United Nation's Fight for 
Freedom today. 

The Glee Club, under the direction 
of Mrs. Ayars, is participating in the 
pageant instead of having its usual 
spring concert with W. and J. All 
Miss Errett's modern dance classes 
are included and Jane Evans will do 
a solo dance. 

The Verse Speaking Choir, under 
Miss Robb's direction, will feature 
Marilou Haller as reader. 

Students and friends of PCW are 
invited to attend the two-hour War 
Relief benefit program. 

Music Contest 

On March 12 music students be- 
tween the ages of eighteen and twen- 
ty-three gathered Ln the Foster Me- 
morial on the campus of the Univer- 
sity of Pittsburgh to participate in a 
state-wide music contest. The contest 
for student musicians in Pennsylvania 
was sponsored by the National Fed- 
eration of Music Clubs in an effort to 
find the outstanding young pianist, 
singer, and violinist of the year. 

The winner of the pianists' contest 
was PCW Junior Marion Cohen. Her 
musical selections were Bach's Pre- 
lude and Fugue, Mendelssohn's Varia- 
tions Serieuses, and Grifle's Fountain 
of acqua- Paolo. 

On April 3 the winners of the vari- 
ous contests went to Philadelphia for 
the district contest of the Eastern 
states. Marion said, "I lost to New 
Jersey but I had a wonderful time." 

The contests for music students of 
Pennsylvania and the district con- 
test are held every other year, and 
Marion says she would like to enter 
the contest again a year from now. 

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April 27, 1943' 



PCW girls for the duration are im- 
proving their minds and hands in the 
home economics department prepar- 
ing for home makin' after the war, 
when wedding bells and rice will give 
way to vacuum cleaners and mashed 

The cooking class this year has 
learned a wealth of new things: wise 
marketing, proper table service, cuts 
of meat, nutritional principles, and 
meal planning. Once a week for food 
lab the girls cook a full course meal 
and then eat it in their own dining 
room in Andrew IVIellon Hall. They 
present an incongruous sight; as they 
sit before a perfectly laid table with 
their kitchen smocks, hair nets, and 
shiny noses. The girls take turns act- 
ing as host, hostess "children" and 
guests. The host is the meal manage)' 
and also the meat carver. While the 
class sits in agonized silence, the host 
must dissect the meat. So far in the 
foods class there have been few cas- 
ualties and even fewer failures: there 
was one flustered newcomer who 
couldn't make her gelatin "jell." One 
of their meals was a roast chicken 
dinner. Miss Ayers vows that each 
girl must be able to make a really 
good cup of coffee. 

The home management class com- 
bines home decoration, budgeting, and 
practical application of home-making 
principles. The girls drew rooms and 
floor plans, and chose the color 
schemes. On one of their field trips 
they got textile, paint, wallpaper, and 
rug samples. On their latest field trip 
they chose furniture in keeping with 
their budget for the first year of mar- 
riage. They must furnish an apart- 
ment on $500 including kitchen uten- 
sils, sheets, towels. If you think that 
is easy on $500, just try it. As their 
project, they must make something 
for the home: draperies or slip covers, 
or finish a piece of furniture. They 
are learning to shop wisely and at the 
same time to plan their homes with- 
in small budgets. 

The clothing class is like a success 
course for would-be beauties. The 
girls study make-up, jewelry, hats, 
and colors for every type of person. 
If one of them should be wearing light 
instead of sun-tan make-up, the class 
puts her right. They study clothing 
styles and decide what dress is best 
for a certain type. Then they choose 
patterns and begin work, learning 
sewing technique and they work on 
spring suits, silk prints, and play 
clothes. The class has been and will 

be extremely helpful for all those 
girls who swear they cannot sew a 
single stitch. Take the clothing course 
and you will baffle your friends with 
the things you learn by patient prac- 

So you can see that the home eco- 
nomics department is really accom- 
plishing things. No longer do you 
learn only principles; today you must 
learn to apply them. This is the new 
way for the duration and after. 
Judge Contest 

The foods class has been asked by 
the Post-Gazette to choose the win- 
ner of its Ration Recipe Contest for 
the week of April 16th. Each morn- 
ing the Post-Gazette prints a prize- 
winning recipe of a one-dish meal 
submitted by a reader. At the end 
of the week all the recipes which 
have been printed that week are 
judged, the winner receiving a 
twenty-five dollar War Bond. The 
judges take into consideration the 
low-point value of the ingredients 
used, the attractiveness of the dish, 
and ease in preparation. PCW girls 
tried out the different recipes and 
submitted the name of the winner 
with reasons for their selection. 
Mount Mercy College has also acted 
a& judge. 

Campus Comments 

The Freshman class has proved its 
caliber. Such events as the Song 
Contest have amply displayed its 
talents. Dr. Spencer's recent an- 
nouncement of the girls' high standi- 
ing in the American Consul examina- 
tion is but a confirmation of an ac- 
cepted fact. We salute the Freshman 
class BRAIN. 

Who said all the shooting ability 
is in the military services. Seems 
PCW markswomen are more than 
holding their own behind those guns, 
with plenty to spare. We think our 
riflers should be rewarded, so pass 
the ammunition, gals! 

We were hoping that Campus 
Comments could come forth with 
some dreamy trivia about Spring, the 
daffodils, and the forsythia. As the 
Arro'w goes to press, dark, menacing 
clouds hang heavy in the skies, snow 
flakes flutter determinedly to the 
ground, and the chill breezes make 
us hang our cottons and chambrays 
deep in our closets again, and reach 
for our heaviest skirt. Those spring 
chirpings seem fated never to come 
into print. 

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treasurer and Freshman class treasur- 
er. Among her money-making jobs 
was an interesting one as a Carnegie 
Illinois office handy-man. She is also 
second vice president of SGA this 
year. She plays tennis and hockey 
and loves to ride although she has 
been throvwi twice, once to the tune 
of a broken foot. Her most beloved 
sport, however, is golf. She used to 
shoulder the clubs at nine A. M. and 
take her lunch because it was usually 
five P. M. before the eighteenth flag 
appeared on the horizon. 

Martha Cox 

Martha Cox, next year's President 
of Woodland Hall, is an economics 
m.ajor, .but hopes to continue her 
study of piano at Julliard when she 
graduates from PCW. Her tentative 
plans also include graduate work in 
economics at Pitt. She is well known 
to members of her class for her work 
on the song committees, as Sopho- 
m.ore pianist, and as a member of the 
stage crew during the recent play 
contest. Martha's challenging game 
of basketball won her a place on the 
honorary team this year. 
Other Officers 

Also elected recently to House 
Board were Alice Demmler, Vice 
President, Caroline Cosel, Secretary, 
Kitty Lancaster, Treasurer, and Jo- 
anne Knauss and Jean Bacon, Senior 


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thing under compulsion. By compul- 
sion we think she means a hungry 

Some sing in concert halls, some at 
their daily tasks, (although we've 
never found damsels warbling over a 
reference books or a stack of note 
cards) but Rig exercises her vocal 
chords in the shower and does it ad- 
mirably, too. 

When she was five Rig had a little 
toy dog named Treffy. She took him 
to bed with her and he awaited her 
daily return from school at his post 
on the window sill. Now Rig owns 
a Treffy II. He's an English Setter 
and very much alive. , Though he 
doesn't occupy his mistress's boudoir 
he awaits her at the window more 
peppily than his predecessor and ably 
returns her affection. 

First semester there were rumors 
that a certain fellow named Hugh 
had been scanning the magazines in 
Woodland Hall drawing room at reg- 
ular intervals anticipating the coming 
of our little Jean. Now, there would 
be rumors if he didn't. 

Rig doesn't mind being short. She 
says the only disadvantage is in buy- 
ing clothes. It seems that after short- 
enings there is always enough for a 
hat to match if only there were 
enough ambition left to go with it. 

Of her AA presidency she tells us, 
"Junior's done a wonderful job. I 
hope I can do as well." 
AA Board 

Representing the various classes on 
AA board will be Peggy Craig, Se- 
nior; Janny Beck, Junior, and Sally 
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"There is a tide in the affairs of 
men," and methinks half of the stu- 
dent body is taking it at the flood. We 
are contracting a violent case of as- 
tigmatism from the aurae surround- 
ing a multitudious number of our 
classmates. In other words, we're 
losing our grip. Life is just one mad 
dash to the jewelry counter. And the 
sparkle of rings is as nothing be- 
side the gleaming halos floating 
around the heads of the lucky 
fiancees. We've been wondering 
about the Senior dinner and have 
decided that it would be much less 
confusing if the unengaged would 
run around the table. We wish the 
beamy bunch all the best of luck and 
happiness as we resignedly prepare to 
spend our lives "in shallows and in 
Including . . . 

The eye-filling diamonds of Ruth 
Jenkins, Ruth Lynch, Ginny Hen- 
dryx, Jeanette Myers, and Lillian 
Sheasby, and the gleaming star sa- 
phire of Libby Esler. Incidentally, 
four of these rings were garnered on 
the same weekend — spring and the 
daffodils, no doubt. 
If At Once . . . 

the girls didn't succeed in dragging 
out a full battalion of Air Cadets 
from the Cathedral, they had better 
luck at the more recent Bellefield 
Church dance. A baker's dozen had 
return dates the next day. Henry 
Kaiser and Jean Bacon are running 
neck and neck for the Victory Speed 
prize — she wears a pair of silver 
WTiere Oh \Vhere . . . 

and everywhere did the students 
travel over spring vacation. Frannie 
Pollick went down to Camp Davis at 
North Carolina — to see Jerry, of 
course. And Barbara Cooper Hep- 
burn was off to Cleveland on her 
honeymoon with Jim. Lucy Cum- 
mins finally managed to get to St. 
Louis and her Man. Among those 
hopefuls who still just sit and wait — 


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and wait — and wait — are Mary 
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over, kids. 
Blues in the Fight . . . 

Patty Smith is wandering around 
in her own vale of tears because she 
didn't get a chance to tell Fred what 
she didn't think of him before he 
didn't call. 
A!>'mnae Report . . . 

Jean Burry Patton has been com- 
missioned a second lieutenant in the 
WAACS . . . Louise Caldwell Criss 
was visiting in Pittsburgh several 
weeks ago . . . Barbara Somers 
Vockel stopped here on her way to 
Grand Rapids to join her husband, an 
Army Air Corps man. 
Fashion Note . . . 

Ruth Mendelson's and Lois Alls- 
house's sweaters are being spruced 
up of late with those shiny Pins . . . 
Amy McKay brings a new note tt 
P. P. U. with the Army service pin 
she just received — on it in big bold 
letters is the word "Finance." We 
don't know what it means, but i. 
sounds good! 

We were rejoicing over the first 
belated breath of spring until a 
nasty rumor-monger whispered that 
it was contaminated with a contagi- 
ous bug. As yet we don't know if 
said bug is the well-known measles 
or the better-known love, but we 
think the matter deserves investiga- 
tion. So, Hawkshaw, hat on head 
and magnifying glass firmly in hand, 
we're off to track down said rumor — 
will give you the report next time! 

Math Convention 

"AppUed Mathematics in Industry" 
was 'the theme of the convenftion of 
the Allegheny Mountain Section of 
the Mathematical Association of 
America. The Convention met in 
Buhl Hall on Saturday morning at 
10:30 to read papers regarding the 
place of mathematics in the war ef- 

Dr. Spencer welcomed the group, 
and they had luncheon in Woodland 
Hall. Many representatives of local 
industries were present and students 
were also invited to attend. 
Attends Convention 

Acting as counsellor for the Pitts- 
burgh Division, Dr. Earl K. Wallace 
attended the American Chemical So- 
ciety semi-annual convention, held 
this year in Detroit from Monday, 
April 12, to Friday, April 16. 

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AprU 27, 1943 



by Jean Thomas '45 

Mary Jo sucked blissfully on her 
dill pickle as she walked home from 
Tarreyville high school. Her best 
friend, Nancy Lee, equally blissful 
with her pickle, trotted along beside 
her. After two blocks they turned, 
as though given orders by an unseen 
sergeant, and marched into Lowe's 
bakery. Then they came out with 
luscious cream puffs, simply oozing 

"You know, Mary Jo, I think I'll 
snitch some of Mom's mascara to 
wear for the Freshman Frolic tomor- 
row night." Nancy Lee took time off 
to draw in on the cream puff; then 
continued, "Don't you think it will 
make me dark and elusive looking?" 

Mary Jo backed away, looking for 
all the world, she hoped, like Max 
Factor surveying Hedy Lamarr. "You 
know Nancy Lee, I thinlv that will do 
the trick for you; of course you'd look 
keen anyway what with your new 
red taffeta princess-style dress. Now 
I ask you, what can a girl do with a 
'little girl style' dress-up blue vel- 
vet? I'm too young to be trying to 
look younger, people will jusit think I 
haven't grown up yet." 

"But gee, Mary Jo, just think, we 
can use lipstick and perfume. I'm 
so tired of smelling antiseptically 
clean with Lifebuoy that I could die. 
Won't it be super to smell mysterious 
with Tabu?" 

"Yeah, that part's all right, but 
Mother says I have to use Tangee nat- 
ural lipstick and no matter how you 
rub you can't get your mouth to look 
anything but a blush pink. Who ever 
heard of Loretta Young or Hedy La- 
marr having blush pink or who ever 
heard of Jimmy Stewart kissing any- 
thing but ruby lips?'" 

Time was now taken for joint con- 
templation of the raptures of Jimmy 
Stewart, kissing their ruby lips or just 
not doing anything. 

"I get a charge from him, don't you 
Nancy Lee?" 

"Boy, I'll say," murmured Nancy 
Lee dreamily. Nancy Lee's mood 
was broken when she popped her last 
bite of cream puff in her mouth. 
Turning to her chum she said, "How 
you gonna wear your hair?" 

Mary Jo jumped at this opportu- 
nity, just as though they hadn't been 
hashing it over ever since they got 
their Invitations from those two dlll- 
ers, Johnny Barnes and Squirty 
Lewis. "Well, I think I'll wear it 
with a pompadour in the front and 
curls in the back.'" 

"Sounds slick," put in Nancy Lee, 
as she licked her fingers. 

"I've been practicing putting it up 
in bed and I think I've got the hang of 
it now." 

"You'll look super." Nancy Lee 
dug in her purse. "Oh yeah, here's 
your share of the green eye shadow I 
snitched out of Katy's room. It'll 
work better than vaseline." 

"Oh darling, I'm in your debt for 
life, just utterly. See you in the 
morning, so long." 

Majry Jo dashed into the house, 
dropped her books down on the floor, 
pushed them over against the wall, 
flipped her coat in the general direc- 
tion of the hall chair and bellowed, 
"I'm home. Mum." Then she went to 
the living room and fell on the daven- 
port, picked up Vogue, and tried to 
figure out how the models got those 
interesting hollows in their cheeks. 

At the dinner table Mary Jo dug a 
hole in her mashed potatoes and 
poured gravy in it as she hopefully 
said to her mother, "Can I wear your 
rhinestone pin and ear rings. Mother? 
They'd really help out the sad picture 
I'm going to create in that twelve- 
year-old job you call an "appropriate 
party-dress for a freshman in high 
school who isn't quite fifteen." 

Mary Jo's father looked up from 
his tough piece of steak. "What's 
wrong with, your dress now and why 
should you be sad? You should be 
thankful you live in a country where 
you can go to a dance, Mary Jo, and 
not " 

"That's another thing," Mary Jo 
said, "Why'd you have to name me 
Marilyn Josephine? It soiuids like 
the name of an old cow. It's got 
about as much glamour as that really 
drooly dress I have to wear. Why 
didn't you name me something like 
Donna Elaine? That sorta breathes 
romance, don't you think so, Mum?" 

"Yes, dear, eat your beans." Mrs. 
Statler smiled absentmindedly and 
went back to wondering if she had 
enough points left to get a roast for 
Sunday dinner or if she had better 
have chicken. 

"Oh Mother you just don't under- 
stand, this is the most important 
dance of my whole life. It's like a 
debut, and if I don't make a good im- 
pression no one will ask me out again 
ever and I'll go through high school 
like I had the baboonic plague." 

"Bubonic plague, dear," Mrs. Stat- 
ler said gently. 

"Bubonic then and when I graduate 

I'll be an old maid and just have to be 
a nun or something." 

"That's too bad, honey, but some 
nice boy asked you to this dance. 
Why won't he ask you to another?" 
Mr. Statler put in. 

"That's just it. Father, Squlrty's 
a killer, all the girls get a charge from 
him and if I don't look smoother than 
the other girls, one of them'U get 
him from me." 

"You can wear the pin, Mary Jo, 
but not the ear rings," Mrs. Statler 
wisely put in here. 

Oh Mother can I? I knew I 
couldn't have the ear rings but I 
thought if I asked for the set, I'd 
get the pin. You're a doll." 

"Thank you, dear, eat your pud- 

This sort of conversation had been 
going on for two weeks at the Stat- 
ler dinner table. It was here that 
Mary Jo had wheedled permission to 
use lipstick, buy some Tabu perfume, 
and borrow a pair of her mother's few 
remaining silk stockings. 

Mary Jo got up quietly and began 
to clear off the table. She had been 
helping to clean up after dinner for 
the last two weeks. It was about the 
only good thing her family could find 
in the preparation for the Freshman 

Mary Jo and Nancy Lee hurried 
home from school the next day, not 
stopping anywhere, too much in a 
hurry even to talk. As soon as she got 
home Mary Jo pulled out the list she 
had made in study hall that morning. 
First she put her haur up, checked that 
off the list. Then she mixed an oat- 
meal facial . and fixed witch hazel 
pads for her eyes. She couldn't af- 
ford to have those virrinkles and lines 
which made a girl look old before her 
time. Every two minutes she bounced 
off the bed on wrhich she was suppos- 
ed to be taking a soothing nap to see 
that she wasn't resting too long or 
that her hair was staying up. She 
didn't take timie to sit down properly 
and eat her dirm;er, but gulped a few 
bites, drank a little milk, and flew 
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TAXI FOR MADAME! by Amanda Harris '44 

Karen had been in town a week, 
but I hadn't called her. I had no 
intention of calling her either. I 
wanted her to call me, and I knew 
she would. I wanted her to humble 
herself — as I had five years ago. I 
wanted to hurt her — just as she had 
hurt me — five years ago. I swerved 
my chair around to face the large 
window at my back. 

It was lunch hour. Groups of dirty 
coveralled men were scattered 
around the factory yard, some sitting 
on the ground, others on grey stee! 
girders. Their green, or red, or 
black lunch pails lay open at their 
sides. A piece of crumpled wax pa- 
per, gently pushed by the wind, slow- 
ly crawled along the ground. Near 
by, two men were talking. The one 
in blue overalls was smiling. He bit 
into a good third of his thick sand- 
wich and burst out into a boister- 
ous laugh. He bent forward and 
back; each time he came forward he 
slapped his knee. 

"That's a rare one, Tom!" he said 
in a choked voice. "Have you heard 
the one about the . . . "" 

The inter-office buzzer interrupted 
the conversation. 

"A Miss Bruce to speak to you, Mr. 
Stevens. Shall I connect you?" 

Miss Bruce now, eh? So, she had 
discarded her married name. 

"Yes, I'll talk to her." My throat 
tightened; I reached for the receiver. 

Take it easy, Stevens my boy, be 
cool and casual. Don't let her know 
you've been waiting for her to call. 

"Hello, Stevens speaking." 

"Ronnie." She always called me 
Ronnie. "It's Karen." 

"Oh — Karen — how are you?" 

"Ronnie, it has been so long. So 
very long since I've seen or spoken 
to you." 

"Yes, it has been quite a while 
since you left town, Karen." 

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"Five years!" I said in a pretty 
good imitation of a surprised voice. 
"Has it really been that long!" 

Atta boy, cool as a cucumber. 

"I've missed you terribly," she said 
a bit breathlessly. 

"Have you been in town very 
long?" I asked her. 

"Just a week." A pause, then: 
"Ronnie, when can I see you? I have 
so much I want to explain. Please, 
can't I see you this evening?" 

I leaned back in my chair. I could 
feel the cold marble against my back 
as I pressed against the window sill. 
Could she be putting on an act, too, I 
wondered. You fool! Of course she 

"I'm a bit busy, but I guess I could 
m.anage a late supper, say around 

"Oh, that is wonderful, Ronnie. I'll 
be waiting for you." 

I traced the whirling design on 
the green desk blotter. "Karen, 1 
won't be able to pick you up — I 
haven't time. I'll meet you at the 
Continental at eight." 

"All right then, at eight." 

My hand trembled as I put the re- 
ceiver back on its hook. I felt funny 
all over. I felt as if someone had 
socked me hard in the stomach. 

Damn it! You can't still be in love 
with her — not after what she did 
to you. Don't you remember that 

* * * 

I had called on Karen to take her 
to the usual Saturday night movie. I 
was wearing the same blue serge — I 
couldn't afford a new^ suit this spring 
because I had bought Karen's ring 
and was still paying for it. Mr. Bruce 
answered my knock. 

"Come in, boy. Karen will be i-eady 
in a minute." 

Mrs. Bruce came down the stairs. 
She was a pretty woman — but not as 
pretty as Karen. Boy. was I lucky! I 
had the prettiest girl in town. 

"Good evening, Ronald. Calling on 
Karen again." 

"You look so pretty, Mrs. Bruce, I 
think I will take you out instead. 
That is," I winked, "If Mr. Bruce 
doesn't mind." 

"Oh, I am sorry, Mr. Stevens, but 
I have made previous arrangements. 
Some time again," she chided me 

She pushed her coat at me. "But, 
you may help me on with my coat, 
sir. She slid her arms into the 
sleeves and then turned around to 
face me. She fastened all her but- 
tons but the top one. 

"We are going to the Bakers' this 
evening — my previous engagement," 
she smiled. "Be sure and lock the 
door when you leave." 

I opened the door for them and 
bowed low, very dramatically. 

"Farewell, my lady, you have for- 
ssken me!" 

"Pshaw, save your fancy talk for 

As I pushed the door shut, I heard 
Karen's step — I turned around quick- 
ly and watched her as she descend- 
ed. Golly, she was beautiful! She 
looked so fresh — so neat. 

"Hi ya, honey. You look gorge- 

She didn't answer me — just walk- 
ed by me into the living room. I won- 
dered if I had done anything wrong 
to hurt her. Oh, God, I could never 
hurt her. 

"Cpt got your tongue?" I asked. 
"What you need is some good fresh 
air. What do .you want to see to- 
night, honey?" I thought a moment, 
then: "At the State there's Irene 
Dunne in — " 

"I don't want to go to a show — I 
don't want to go anywhere!" 

"But, Karen, we always go to a 
show on Saturday night." 

She turned on me angrily. "That's 
just it — we always go to a show — 
always the same thing, Saturday in 
and Saturday out. I want to do some- 
thing different." Her voice was high- 
er now. "Here we are just thirty 
miles from New Yorl^, and you 
haven't once taken me there. I want 
to see Broadway — I want to go to the 
nightclubs — I want to have fun — but 
no, we can't afford that — having fun 
isn't for us — that's just for the priv- 
ileged few." 

Her sarcastic voice startled me. 
Why. she had never acted like thiS' — 
maybe something had gone wrong at 
work today and had upset her. I tried 
tc be patient. 

"Karen darling, I have to be care- 
ful, if we are to get married soon." 

"I won't spend my life pinching 
and saving just so I can buy this or 
that. I'm yoiuTT now — I want to 
have my fun, NOW!" 

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April 27, 1943 


(Continued from page 12) 
back up stairs for more preparations. 

At last she was ready, and checked 
over everything to see if it was all 
right. Stocking seams straight? 
Check. Enough perfume? Whew, de- 
finitely. Hair fixed? Check. Pow- 
der, lipstick? Check. Rhinestone pin? 
Check. Eyeshadow (after Mom had 
finally gone down stairs)? Check. 
The door bell rang and Squirty came 
into the living room with her father. 
Mary Joe could hear the low murmur 
of their voices as she sat on the bed 
for five minutes so she wouldn't seem 
too anxious. At last she started her 
slow, graceful descent of the stairs. 

When she entered the living room 
Squirty stood up, looked at her, whis- 
tled slightly, and said, "Gee Mary Jo, 
I get a charge from you." 

"Man oh man," thought Mary Jo as 
she smiled sweetly at Squirty, "I'm 
really grown up now — a boy got got 
a charge from me!" 

(Continued from page 13) 

She stopped and looked at me. She 
arched her right brow and smiled 

"George Kraft and his crowd are 
celebrating his birthday in New York 
tonight. He has asked me to go with 

She walked over to the mantel; 
leaned on it. 

"And I'm going. I'm not going to 
rot away in this town — if you want 
to, go ahead. But, count me out! 
I'm going to get my fun while I can 
still get it." 

She was just joking, of course. But, 
no! That triumphant, smug look on 
her face was anything but joking. 
Now, it was my turn to get mad! 

"You can't, Karen, you're engaged 
to me." 

"I don't care. If you can't take 
me, I'll go with someone who can." 

"You're acting like a spoiled child, 
Karen. If you want to go to New 
York so badly, I'll take you." 

She turned around furiously. 

"Oh, sure, but when? In ten years 
wthen you finally get a raise. Look 
at you — you work like a dog — and 
what do you get out of it — Thirty 
dollars! How do you ever expect to 
keep your mother and me on that? 
You haven't even got the nerve to ask 
for a raise." 

"That takes time," I snapped back. 
"After all, I've only been at the fac- 
tory a little over a year." 

"Well, I don't feel like waiting all 
my life for the nice things every girl 

wants. And besides, what have you 
ever given me — sodas and movies, and 
flowers for my birthday.'" 

"They were good enough for you 
before you got these crazy ideas into 
your head." 

"Oh yes," she bit back sarcastically, 
"I nearly forgot. You bought me a 
diamond. Ha! George could give me 
one five times its size. Ten times." 

Now I was really mad. My blood 
wsa pounding at my temples. 

"If that's the case — why don't you 
try getting one,"I answered harshly. 

"By all means — I will." 

Two days later, Karen married 
George Kraft. 

"Now after five years she wants to 
see you again. Wise up, brother, she's 
got something up her sleeve — and if 
you ask me, you have something to 
do with it. Now that Kraft is dead, 
she's probably broke and looking for 
another sucker — No sir, Stevens, 
you're too smart for her! You're just 
not having any." 

I jumped up from my chair and 
went over to the small office bar. 

"What you need, brother, is a good 
strong shot." 

I poured myself a "straight." With 
the glass still in my hand I looked up 
into the circular mirror ■which hung 
above the bar. 

"Here's your chance, Stevens. Re- 
member, you're the guy that hasn't 
even got the nerve to ask for a raise — 
the guy that will never get any- 

I arrogantly appraised my reflec- 

"Now look at you. Ronald Stevens, 
Vice President of Johnson and Ste- 
vens Steel Works — making more mon- 
ey than you can spend. Nothing too 
good for Ronnie Stevens — Six-flfty 
ties — Hundred dollar suits made by 
the most expensive tailor in town — 
none of that two-pairs-of-trousers- 
for-$ 19.95 stuff — exclusive apartment 
— champagne — Caviar — eligible bach- 
elor, the apple of almost every debu- 
tante's eye. You're sitting on top of 

the world, Ronald Stevens — and now 
it's your turn to be the heel — your 
turn to dish out the "brush-offs." 

I winked at my reflection and then 

"But don't forget, you've got to be 
on your toes tonight — treat her 
coolly with a short of 'you-don't- 
mean-a-thing-to-me' attitude." 

Then that silly, arrogant smile dis- 
appeared from my lipe. 

"Don't spoil it all by acting like a 
damned sentimental fool. Get it into 
that thick skull of yours: You don't 
love her, you don't love her, you don't 
love her!" 

"You can start off on the right foot 
by going fifteen minutes late — keep 
her waiting. Why should you care — 
how many times did she keep you 
waiting — palenty ! " 

It was one minute of eight -when I 
entered the soft carpeted lobby of the 
smartest club in town. Tantalizing 
perfumes blended to make the atmos- 
phere heavy. The faint strains of 
music were interrupted only by a 
crisp swish of a taffeta skrt or a soft 
laugh. I glanced around — then I saw 

Oh, God, she was beautiful — so 
sleek, so cool, and yes, so expensive 

She quickly came towards me. Her 
dress sparkled so, it hurt my eyes — 
her hair seemed filled with stars. 

"Ronnie — Ronnie, you look so won- 

I felt funny again, but I had to keep 
my head. I just had to. 

"Hello, Karen. You are looking 
well," I said casually. 

I removed her wrap, not daring to 
touch her, and checked it with mine. 
She w^rapped her arm around mine as 
we entered the main room; the wait- 
er walked ahead of us. People looked 
up as we zig-sagged around the ta- 
bles. Men with that certain gleam 
in their eyes stared past me to Karen 
— it had always been like that. 

We settled in a maroon leather up- 
holstered nook, lit up a cigarette, and 

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April 27. 1943 


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gave orders. When the waiter left, 
we looked at each other through the 
blue-gray smoke that hung between 
us. We were both tense — we sensed 
it. Then she reached out and grasp- 
ed my hand. 

"Ronnie, you have every reason to 
hate me, but if you do, I'll just die!" 
She lowered her eyes. "I know what 
a spoiled foolish person I was to run 
away with George — but I was so 
angry — I wanted to spite you." 

She rested her forehead in the palm 
of her hand. 

"I only hurt myself, though — I was 
unhappy all along — but I made a bar- 
gain and I had to stick by it. I 
couldn't wreck George's career." 

The long ash of her cigarette drop- 
ped onto the linen cloth, but she paid 
no attention to it. 

"But somehow, Ronnie, I feel that 
you want me back. If you can for- 
give me, I want to come back to you." 

"I want her back— Ha! That's a 
rich one. Go ahead, tell her in that 
devil-may-care tone: 'Why, Karen, 
•what ever put that notion into your 
head?' But, I couldn't say it. Oh, 
God, give me strength to say it. I 
can't let her make a fool of me again." 

She squeezed my hand. 

"I know what you're thinking. You 
think that I want to come back to you 
now because you have money." 

She pushed a little away from me. 

"Look at me — do I look like I need 
to marry for money?" Her eyes filled 
with tears. "Can't you understand 
what I'm saying? I love you — I want 
to come back to you." 

"Karen. Karen, dear, don't cry." 

"Oh, HeU, what was I to do! May- 
be I had judged her wrongly — after 
all, we all make mistakes — and she 
was young then and full of crazy 
ideas. Besides, she did stick by Kraft 
so as not to cause a scandal." I 
clenched my teeth together. "That 
rotter — he was no good for her, any- 
way. She couldn't . . . '" 

"Let's go away from here, Ronnie. 
Let's go to my apartment." 

I took her arm and led her through 
the tables. As we reached the check 
room she exclaimed excitedly: 

"My purse, I must have left it at 
the table." 

"I'll get it for you. Wait here." 

It was there between the cushions. 
I grabbed it and turned to leave. In 
my hurry, I knocked the bag against 
the edge of the table. It fell to the 
floor. I stooped quickly to pick up the 
spilled contents. A slip of white 
paper caught my eye. I couldn't help 
reading it: 

One mink coat and one diamond ring. 

For a moment I saw black. "Right 

between the eyes, sucker! And you 
were the one who was supposed to be 
putting on the big act ..." 

I put the articles into her bag and 
hurried out to her. 

"Here you are.'" 

"Thanks, darling." She took my 
arm and smiled. "I'm staying at the 
Floral Gardens." 

There was a taxi in front of the 
club. The driver jumped out as we 
approached it. 

"Taxi for ya, mister?" 

I opened the door for Karen; slam- 
med it shut after her. I threw a bill 
at the driver: 

"No buddy, just for the lady!" 



Page Sixteen 


April 27, 1943 

"Bud, dear, will you come up to- 

Bud wilted. "Oh, Darling, I'm so 
tired I'm drooping." 

"But Bud, we're going to a garden 
party! Nine of us are giving a sort 
of coming-out party for Flora." 

"Don't you think, dear," yawned 
Bud, "that Flora might be a bit young 
to come out?" 

"Oh, Bud, she's old enough. Any- 
way it's just for fun. Flora's going 
to wear her brand new white number, 
and the rest of us are going to be in 
yellow. Don't you think that would be 
beeyoutiful, Bud?" 

Bud scratched his head. "Charming, 
Dear, I'm sure. But do you mean to 
say that I'll be the only male guest 
at this so-called coming-out party? 
Do you mean that I'll be alone with 
a million females all blossoming out 
around me in their glad rags? Not 
for me. Darling; I'm just not the 

"Oh, Bud! You old darling stick- 
in-the-mud! You know I don't even 
have a million friends! There will 
only be ten there all together — that's 
counting you and me." 

"Well count me out, Posie. I'm not 
going out tonight for anybody." 

"Not even for me, Buddy Darling? 
Here I wanted to show you off in 
front of all my friends, and you're so 
scared that you won't go. Maybe we'd 
better just break our engagement 
right now. You're so meek that you 
even look as if you're ready to go to 

"Oh, please don't get mad at me, 
Darling. I'll go td the garden party 
with you." Bud raised an eyebrow. 
"But, I hope I don't embarrass you, 
Dear. I don't have anything to wear." 

"You're just trying to make ex- 
cuses. Young Man. You know very 
well that you have a brand new blue 

"You win, Posie, I'll go with you." 
Bud sighed. 

"And, Bud, will you stay with all 
my friends and enjoy yourself?" 

"Sure, Dear, but I'd rather leave 
alone and like it." 

"Oh, Bud, you old silly thing. I love 
you all over again. Will you come for 
me before the Party?" 

"Yes, Sweetheart, we'll pop up to- 

* ^ * 

It was a bright morning. Spring had 
really floated in at last. 'The grass 
had scrubbed off its Pittsburgh win- 
ter smog, the trees had dipped their 
twigs into a pale green paint, and 
along the edge of the Mellon Hall 
pond, ten crocuses peeked out — eight 
yellow ones, one white one, and a 
b:ue one hiding behind its green- 
leaved overcoat. LOUISE FLOOD. 



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No. 7 

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May 12, 1943 


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Co-Editors 1^^^ McClymonds '44 

Business Manager Virginia Hendryx '43 

News Editor Jane Strain '45 

Feature Editor Louise Flood '45 

Sports Editor Janet Ross *43 

Proof Reader Martha Harlan '44 

Make-up Martha Cox '45 

Staff Photographer Peggy Suppes, 43 

News Staff 

Jane Blattner, Margaret Couch. Joan Davies, Virginia Ditges, 
Virginia Gillespie, Nancy Herdt, Harriet Hoffman, Claire Horwitz, 
Phyllis Jones, Marj' Kelly, Dale Kirsopp, Mildred Kovacs, Margaret 
McKee, Jane McPherson, Florence Ostein, Frances PoUick, Peggy 
Riffle, Mary Ruth Sampson, Marion Staples, Jean Thomas, Virginia 
Uber, Marian Updegraff, Martha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

Sybil Heimann, Louise Flood, Jane Meub, Nancy Stauffer, Helen 
Jane Shriner. 

Business Staff 

Lois Allshouse '45. Betty Anthon '46, Janet Brewster '45, Eva 
Caloyer '46, Lucille Cummins ^'6, Jeanne de Haven '43, Elma Em- 
minger '45, Rebecca Fellows '45, Dorothy Firth '45, Virginia Gilles- 
pie '43, Helen Gilmore '46, Alice Hanna '45, Martha Hutchison '44, 
Lou Ann Isham '44, Miles Janouch '43. Kelly Jones '44, Martha Mc- 
Fall '45, Ruth Mendelson '46, Helen Robinson '45, Cynthia Ann Say 
46, June Sineive '46, Sally Smith '46, Justine Swan '44, Martha 
Truxal '43, Marjorie Wayne '46, Ruth Weigel '46, Sara Villing '46, 
Louise Yeiser '44. 

A Letter to the Editor . . . and a Reply 

To the Editors of the Arrow: 

In answer to your editorial in the issue of the Arrow 
appearing April 26, 1943, we feel that the statement, "Are 
there two equally good candidates for every office?" is 
false. It is an insulting reflection on the student body of 
PCW to say that only one person in over 300 has the in- 
telligence and capability to hold each office. It has been 
apparent that persons holding offices as Freshmen coast 
through their Senior year, still ruling school politics. 

Some of the student body have been greatly amused 
by the farcical trend of the elections this year. In this 
editorial it was stated that "whole-hearted support was 
apparent, rather than the old let's-get-it-over-with atti- 
tude." If this year's elections were "whole-hearted," such 
an election is as good as none. 

Perhaps it was a slip of the writer's pen that caused 
the phrase, "And does the committee really establish 
precedents by its selections?" We feel that this is just 
what is the trouble. The elections have been run by the 
Nominating Committee's single choice, rather than by 
the whole student body. The statement might not carry 
the same significance if "its" were changed to "the." 

Could it be that some of the upper-classmen fear that 
their proteges might not glide through if the motion 
causing such an editorial might be carried? 

Some of the Freshmen, Sophomores, 
Juniors, and Seniors. 

The editors are chagrined. It seems that they wrote 
an editorial last issue which appeared biased to some of 
the student body and incurred the displeasure of others. 
First, we would like to explain that the editorial unfor- 
tunately had to be "cut" at the last minute to make room 
for the announcement of the Pennsylvanian editor, and 
that a latter part considering the merits of the proposed 
amendment was removed. Undoubtedly this would have 
clarified our viewpoint. 

But to consider the points in this letter more fully 
. . . Our comment that there might not be two equally 
good candidates for every office was a question, not a 
statement. And the Committee does not have 300 persons 
from which to choose for each office; it is limited by the 
fact that as many as ten or twelve officers are chosen, 
from one class of seventy people, of whom many are 
made ineligible by grades or too many other Activity 
Points. If the Committee had to put up a score of nomi- 
nations at one time from the same class, the capacity of 
the class would undoubtedly be taxed to the utmost. For 
one office, it seems to us, there may be several excellent 
choices, whereas for another there may be only one 
logical, capable, and popular candidate. We were think 
ing that .perhaps — perhaps — it is unfair to force a com- 
mittee to put up one "greater" and one "lesser" candi- 
date if the latter situation exists. However, if the stu- 
dents decide that they can vote more wisely if given two 
candidates in all cases, we say repeatedly and most sin- 
cerely, "So be it!" 

That elections have seemed amusing to some of the 
students this year is regrettable. We thought that the 
spirit of elections was improved this year — we did not 
say or mean that it was ideal. If those who were privately 
laughing as the farce of elections progressed did some- 
thing to back the candidates which they preferred to the 
ones nominated, they were at least trying to improve 
student government and make it less ridiculous. If they 
did nothing but laugh, they have no real reason to com^- 
plain about the results. 

One thing about elections this year, and other years,, 
was deplorable and is a strong point in favor of the pro- 
posed amendment. The premature applause for the Com- 
mittee's candidates in several instances discouraged per- 
sons about to make nominations from the floor. We feel 
that the Chair should be firm about withholding applause 
until the ballot has been officially cast. The amendment,, 
of course, would eliminate all unanimous elections and 
remedy this abuse. 

A certain degree of prestige is held by the nominee 
of the Committee, to be sure. But if you examine the 
records of elections of the past few years we think that 
you will find that whenever the floor had a strong can- 
didate she had just as good a chance of winning as any 
other, committee nominee or no. 

And about "upperclassmen's protegees" — we have 
never known any large group of upperclassmen so vi- 
tally interested in the success of a lower-classman friend 
that they would try to swing an election in her favor. 
Nor do we know of any upperclassmen who are now in- 
terceding entirely in the interests of what friends they 
(Continued on page 8) 

May 12, 1943 


Page Three 


MU SIGMA OFFICERS Hood and Tassel 

At the final meeting of the year of 
Mu Sigma Chi, honorary science so- 
ciety, Evelyn Glick and Betty John- 
escu were elected president and sec- 
retary, respectively. The vice-presi- 
dent, in charge of making the PCW 
products, and the treasurer will be 
elected next fall from the new Jun- 
ior class members. 

Miss Laskey was elected advisor to 
the group for next year. The mem- 
bers also elected the chemistry and 
biology majors who received the 
twenty-five dollar scholarships this 
morning at Moving Up Day for their 
outstanding scholarship and interest 
in the club. 

As a parting gesture Mu Sigma 
voted to elect Dr. Scholl, assistant 
professor in chemistry and physics, 
as an honorary member. He is the 
first honorary and the first male 
member of the club. His Mu Sigma 
key now takes its place on his watch 
chain along with his two other hon- 
orary keys. 

Prize Winners 

Helen Smith and Gladys Bistline 
were awarded the Mu Sigma prizes 
of $25 each today for their participa- 
tion in club work and their scholar- 
ship and character. Helen's award 
was for aichievement in the field of 
chemistry, and Gladys's for achieve- 
ment in biology. 

The money for the scholarships 
was earned by the club during the 
past year from its sales of PCW 

Fashion Show 

The home economics clothing class 
of nineteen girls will hold a depart- 
mental fashion show this afternoon 
at 2 o'clock. Each girl is allowed to 
ask one guest. 

The garments shown are made by 
the girls in the class. They will com- 
pare their suits and dresses with 
ready-made garments as to price, 
quality, and workmanship, to see 
whether or not they have saved any- 
thing by making their own clothes. 

Mary Lou Reiber is in charge of 
the fashion show, and Jeanne de 
Haven in charge of the tea which will 
be served by the members of the 
foods class. The affair will be held 
on the terrace of Andrew Mellon 
Hall if the weather is favorable. 

Following the custom begun last 
Spring, the members of Hood and 
Tassel have chosen three girls from 
the Senior class as honorary mem- 
bers. The Senior girls who be- 
came Hood and Tassel members to- 
day at the Moving Up exercises were: 
Jane Evans, Virginia Hendryx and 
Marian Teichmann. 

Eight Junior girls were elect- 
ed to form the Hood and Tassel So- 
ciety on campus next year. These 
girls, who were tapped today as 
the classes "moved up" in Chapel 
were: Peggy Donaldson, Martha Har- 
lan, Ruth Jenkins, Patty Leonard, 
Ann McClymonds, Martha McCul- 
lough, Sally Meanor, and Jean Riga- 

The Hood and Tassel Award of 
$35.00, presented to an outstanding 
Junior for high academic standing 
and consistently fine attitude to- 
wards college standards was given 
to Phyllis Jones. 

Amanda Harris received a gift 
of appreciation for her work in the 

Script Contest 

For the second successive time, 
Louise Flood has won first prize in 
the radio script writing contest. She 
received the awaixi of $10 this morn- 
ing, and may have the privilege of 
hearing this script presented on the 
radio, as was the one she wrote last 

Sybil Heimann received honorable 
mention for her entry. 

Wood's Hole 

First choice of the Wood's Hole 
scholarship, awarded each spring 
for scholarship, character, and prom- 
ise as an investigator was given this 
year to Gladys Bistline. Since she 
is unable to take advantage of it, 
the opportunity has been granted to 
Jean Rigaumont. 

Dr. Andrew Resigns 

Dr. Dorothy M. Andrew has resign- 
ed her position as assistant profes- 
sor of psychology and is leaving the 
college. Dr. Andrew was granted her 
A.B., A.M., and Ph.D. by the Uni- 
versity of Minnesota. She has not an- 
nounced a new position and has not 
yet been replaced. 


After covering pages with figures 
and finally totalling the scores, AA 
awarded its athletic honors this 
morning. Much applause, please, for 
Seniors Jean Archer, Jane Fitzpat- 
rick, Ginny Hendryx, and Nina Maley. 

Juniors honored were Jean Rigau- 
mont, who has a total of over 300 
athletic points; Peggy Craig, Peggy 
Donaldson, Mickey McCullough, and 
Marion Springer, over 175 points; 
Virginia Alexander, Ruth Lynch, and 
Nancy Raup, over 98 points. 

Alice Craig was outstanding in the 
Sophomore class, its only member 
having a total exceeding 98 points. 

Former AA president Janet Ross, 
who has accumulated over 310 points 
in her four years at PCW, was award- 
ed a jacket instead of the usual Sen- 
ior cup. The meaning of the award 
was the same as in past years, hoW'- 
ever; Junior was recognized as the 
■ best example of an all-'round sports- 
Wartime Changes 

Honors were awarded this year in- 
stead of the customary tangible gifts 
of bracelets and cups because AA 
board decided that war time de- 
manded some sacrifice on their part 
to further the fighting cause of the 
nation. Precious metals usually con- 
sumed in cups and plaques goes to 
bombers and submarines; more pre- 
cious cash usually spent for these 
awards goes to War Bonds. The AA 
(Continued on page 12) 

Department Awards 

Five prizes were awarded today by 
the history department to students 
who have done outstanding work in 

Ann Louise McClymonds, an Eng- 
lish and history major, received the 
Junior history scholarship of $25. 

An extra Sophomore prize of $10 
was presented to Louise Flood, the 
first year that such an award has 
been made. 

Three Freshman History prizes of 
$5 each were awarded to Sybil Hei- 
mann, Myra Sklarey, and Martha 
Jane Yorkin. 

The English department today 
a'warded several prizes for excelleni. 
work. The prizes: $10 first prize to 
Margaret McKee, two $5 second 
prizes to Roberta Carpenter and 
Marian Staples, $3 third prize to 
Helen Jane Shriner. 

Page Four 


May 12, 1943 



On April 28 the Sophomores gave 
their annual tea in honor of the 
Seniors in Andrew Mellon Hall. The 
receiving line included Marion Ro- 
well, Mickey McFarland, Dr. Wallace, 
and June Collins. Miss Maries and 
Mrs. Wallace poured, and guests were 
entertained by Dorothy Firth at the 

* * * 

Chapel on April 27 was made very 
interesting by the appearance of 
Langston Hughes, well-lcnown Negro 
poet. Mr. Hughes is Itnown as one of 
the finest interpreters of Negro folk 
life, and his talk included some of his 
works which are typical of Negro life 
and thought. 

* * * 

On Saturday, May 8, the dormitory 
held its annual spring formal under 
the chairmanship of Jean Bacon, from 
9 until 12 o'clock in the Art Center. 

Kelly Jones chairmanned the tea 
held in Woodland Hall on the 
following day by the dormitory stu- 
dents, at which they entertained their 

* * * 

This year's alumnae reunion and 
tea, to be held May 22 at three 
o'clock in Mellon Hall, will especial- 
ly recognize the class of '83, celebrat- 
ing its 60th anniversary. Three new 
officers, second vice-president and 
recording and corresponding secre- 
taries, will be elected at the meeting. 
The presentation of the alumnae gift 
to the college will be made. 

* * * 

First and second honorable men- 
tions in the annual scholarship contest 
sponsored by the Women's Advertis- 
ing Club of Pittsburgh were won by 
PCW's Norma Bailey and Phyllis 
Jones. The girls, both Juniors, were 
among those who had submitted ad- 
vertising layouts and copy for a War 
Bond drive and were then selected 
for a personal interview. Before a 
board of women well-known in ad- 
vertising, they were questioned about 
their interests along advertising lines. 

The prize admits each to a junior 
membership in the Club for the 1943 
season. Both girls will be among those 
honored at a luncheon at the Hotel 
Henry today. 

* * * 

This afternoon the Little Sisters, 
now the not-so-little Sophomores, are 
giving a picnic lunch on tlie hockey 
field for the girls who were their Big 
Sisters during the past year. 


Pine woods, sleeping cottages, and 
first spring outing were all missing 
from the scene of Retreat for old and 
new officers this year. There wasn't 
even a pie-bed handy to recall old 
times. Nevertheless, optimistic PCW 
girls got to work Saturday afternoon, 
May 1, at Andrew Mellon Hall from 
1:30 to 6:00 to discuss plans for next 

Representatives of SGA, YWCA, 
AA, and the House Board, and the 
Arrow Editors, along with all other 
office-holders on campus, talked over 
the honor system, the Freshman 
Commission, house rules, new plans 
for AA, and a little matter concern- 
ing the correct etiquette for attend- 
ing four meetings at one time on 
Wednesday afternoons in 1943-44. 

Huzzah's were registered for chapel 
programs of this year. But chapel 
rules are to be more strictly enforced 
in the future. The Activities Council 
rated verbal orchids for their good 
work of this term. 

A general meeting was held until 
5:00, when special groups met to dis- 
cuss specific plans of interest to them. 
Dinner was served in Andrew Mellon 
Hall followed by a recreational peri- 

Mrs. Watkins Leaves 

Mrs. Watkins, secretary to Miss 
Marks and Freshman advisor, is 
leaving PCW to accept the position 
of Assistant to the Dean at Oberlin, 
where she received her A.B. degree. 
Mrs. Watkins, originally a Peabody 
High student and winner of Pea- 
body's Unknown Donor scholarship 
as the outstanding Senior, received 
her M.A. degree at the University of 
Syracuse after taking a two-year 
course as Dean's Assistant. Her duties 
at Oberlin will include finding hous- 
ing and employment for students. 


Miss Walker will be next year's 
SGA advisor, it was announced at 
the Installation Day exercises, Thurs- 
day, AprU 29. Jane Fitzpatrick hand- 
ed the cap and scroll to Peggy Don- 
aldson, incoming president of SGA, 
who then installed the new officers. 
Sally Meanor replaced Amy McKay 
as president of YW. Martha Harlan 
replaced Ann Baker as President of 
House Government. As President of 
AA Jean Rigaumont replaced Janet 
Ross. Patty Leonard was replaced as 
Junior Advisor to Freshmen by Polly 
Wilson; Marion Rowell as President 
of the Senior class by Martha McCul- 
lough; Peggy Donaldson as President 
of the Junior class by Alice Craig; 
Mary Jane McFarland as President of 
the Sophomore class by Helen Gil- 
more. Betty Brown replaced Vir- 
ginia Hendryx as Vice-President of 

Mary Schweppe was replaced as 
head of the Honor Committee by 
Nancy Stauffer. Barbara Caldwell re- 
placed Jane Evans as President of 
the Activities Council. Marian Swan- 
nie replaced Martha McCuUough as 
Secretary of SGA and Mary Lou 
Burckart took over Polly Wilson's 
duties as Treasurer of SGA. Ruth 
Jenkins will be next year's Junior 
member of SGA in place of Martha 
Harlan, and Fran Hilbish replaced 
Jean Dalzell as Sophomore member. 

Anna Jane Goodwin, Freshman 
class president, and Fran Hilbish, 
Freshman member of SGA, will be 
replaced in the fall. Martha Cox as- 
sumed the new office of President of 
Woodland Hall, and Helen Smith re- 
placed Marian Lambie as co-editor of 
the Arrow. Ann McClymonds, co- 
editor this year, will continue in that 

Marion Cohen will also keep her 
present duties as College Pianist, and 
Mary Lou Reiber replaced Dorcas 
Leibold as College Song Leader. 


Thank Them With Flowers 


East Liberty 

MOntrose 2144 

May 12, 1943 


Page Five 


Bond Contest 

Twenty-one fighting men have 
been completely outfitted by PCW. 
No, we have not mobilized our own 
army — PCW girls can take care of 
themselves — but we have supported 
the Second War Bond Drive here on 
Campus. A total of $3,192.75 worth 
of quarter stamps and varied de- 
nominations of bonds were bought by 
faculty and students, spurred on by 
the inter-class contest. 

Having plucked their favorite men 
from a Texas cow-puncher's hat, the 
six days of the heated drive saw the 
faculty racing neck and neck with 
the Seniors, trying to have more Air 
Corps men outfitted than Navy men. 
The last lap of the contest finally 
hailed the Seniors victors with $1,801 
(twenty men outfitted) as against the 
faculty's $1,243.25 (eight men). 

The other classes — Juniors, Coast 
Guard; Sophomores, Merchant Ma- 
rine, and Freshman, Army — each al- 
most outfitted a man apiece. 

The record of the contest, descrip- 
tively showing the results, remained 
in Berry Hall following the drive to 
remind prospective buyers that al- 
though the contest proper was over, 
the sun never sets for those who 
want to set the rising sun by buying 

Of special interest was the neat 
little trick pulled on chemistry stu- 
dents when they came to the end of 
the semester and had cleaned out all 
their apparatus and turned in their 
locker keys. Instead of the quarter 
deposit they had paid at the begin- 
ning of the year, e?"h received a de- 
fense stamp which had been bougnt 
with the money. Nice going. Dr. Wal- 

Summer School 

For the first time in its 74-year 
academic history PCW will have a 
sununer session. Senior chemistry 
majors who take summer work will 
be able to graduate in February, 
1944, and Freshmen who entered in 
February, 1943, will become Sopho- 
mores in September. 



3614 Fifth Avenue 

5872 Northumberland Street 

5618 Wilkins Avenue 

Pittsbursrh, Pa. 

Courses being offered are: Spanish 
3-4 (six credits), Biology 1-2 (six 
credits), Contemporary British and 
American Poetry (six credits). Ad- 
vanced Quantitative Analysis and 
Biochemistry (eight credits). Physi- 
cal Chemistry (four credits). Chemis- 
try Seminar (one credit). 

Beginning June 3, the courses will 
run fifteen weeks for Chemistry ma- 
jors, twelve weeks for all other stu- 
dents. Of the twenty-three girls en- 
rolled for the summer session, eleven 
are Freshmen. Drs. Martin, Doxsee, 
and Wallace, and Miss Staples will 

New Property 

Many have been the eager com- 
ments around campus about the new 
property — the former estate of Mr. 
and Mrs. Fickes, vice-president of 
Aluminum Company of America — 
which has recently been acquired by 
PCW. A few enterprising individuals 
have already had their peek at the 
building and grounds but for the rest 
of us, the opportunity has now come. 
This afternoon from 1:30 to 3:00 the 
building will be open for inspection 
to the students and faculty. 

The seventeen-room mansion and 
its two acres adjoining the college 
will probably be used as a dormitory 
to meet the increased enrollment 
next year. 

Among the features of the building 
are its marble fishpond, raised gar- 
dens, ten-car garage and paneled li- 

Don't miss your chance to get a 
first hand glimpse of enlarged PCW 
— this afternoon. 

Freedoms Pageant 

The Progress of Freedom pageant 
was given Wednesday and Thursday, 
May 5 and 6, by PCW students at the 
Frick school auditorium for the bene- 
fit of the Armed Forces Master Rec- 
ords, Incorporated. 

The groups participating were the 
Glee Club directed by Mrs. Ayers. 
the modern dance classes directed by 
Miss Errett, and the speech depart- 
ment directed by Miss Robb. The 
general chairman was Evlyn Fulton, 
with Jane Strain in charge of pub- 
licity; Jeanne De Haven, tickets; 
Alice Hanna and Billie Lapsley, cos- 
tumes; and Carol Thome, ushers. 


Tonight at 8:00 p. m. the 
final spring recital will be pre- 
sented in the Art Center by 
the music department and modern 
dance students. The program will be 
opened with Concerto-First Move- 
ment by Schumann played by Alli- 
son Meyer and Janet Bovard. Other 
numbers on the program will include: 
Die Lotosblume by Schumann and 
Die Mainacht by Brahms presented by 
Margaret Johnson: Chorale-Prelude 
by Bach-Busoni played by Martha 
Cox; Concert Aria jor Clarinet by 
Sobeck played by Pauline Basenko; 
Ave Maria from Otello by Verdi sung 
by Eileen Wessel; Ungeduld and Erl- 
konig by Schubert sung by Marion 
Kieffer; and Concert-First Movement 
by Grieg played by Marion Cohen 
with Allison Meyer at the second 
piano. The modern dance selections 
include: Debonair presented by Lor- 
raine Wolfe; Gremlin Dance by Jean 
Rigaumont; British Children's Prayer 
by Jane Evans, sung by Marion Kief- 
fer; Dance by Pauline Basenko, the 
music for the dance being composed 
by Pauline. The accompanist for the 
program are Freda Ellsworth, Marion 
Cohen, Patricia Walton, and Earl B. 

Dr. Scholl Leaves 

Dr. Allen W. Scholl, assistant pro- 
fessor of chemistry and physics, has 
given up his four-year professorship 
for a position as research physicist 
with Firestone Rubber Company in 
Akron, Ohio. 

Dr. Scholl received his B.S. degree 
from Ashland College and his M.A. 
and Ph.D. at Penn State. He taught 
physical chemistry, chemical analy- 
sis, geography, geology, and physics. 

Summer Institute 

The Frick Commission will hold its 
annual summer institute for teachers 
on campus from July 5 to July 23. 
Speakers scheduled for the program 
are Dr. Daniel A. Prescott, psychi- 
atrist at the University of Chicago, 
Dr. Alexander Stoddard, Superinten- 
dent of School in Philadelphia, and 
Dr. Mary Ellen Chase, author and 
professor of English at Smith College. 

The teachers, from Pittsburgh pub- 
lic schools, will be in Woodland Hall 
during their three-week session. 

Page Six 


May 12. 1943 



The Arrow reporter was in an hi- 
larious mood as she tripped gaily to 
and fro over campus. "What is so gay 
as a day in May?" she chirped as 
she adjusted her earmuffs and clutch- 
ed at her possum-fur coat. "Ah, what 
is so gay . . ." But — came the con- 

It all happened outside the door of 
Berry. Witnesses have various yarns, 
but the general summary seems to 
be that this representative of the press 
just doubled up and lay on the steps, 
her head carelessly slung in one of 
the large stone vases. The only one 
■with any presence of mind in the cur 
ious crowd around the hysterical 
form was Marion Rowell, Senior class 
president. "What is the matter with 
you?" she inquired politely. 

"Well," the Arroworker sobbed, "I 
was so happy just a few minutes ago 
— so happy because it's May and 
everything . . . but then it happened." 

"What happened?" shouted the 

"Well, I just happened to think of 
something. I just happened to re- 
member . . . oh, it's too terrible! . . . 
I just happened to remember that 
my Arrow article is due and I don't 
know anything about what the Seni- 
ors are going to do next year . . . 
nothing at all!" By this time the re- 
porter's eyes had the just-out-of- 
Salt-Lake look. 

"Is that all?" asked Marion. "Well, 
then follow- me to the Senior ambi- 
tion bazaar in the chapel" 

After fighting through a maze of 
halls and dens, the two found them- 
selves at the chapel door. Marion 
opened it and the two ambled in. 
The Arroworker wiped away her 
tears and stared. All along the walls 
were booths, all carefully decorated 
in various motifs. 

"Go up and look around," said 

The reporter moved up to the 
first display. There, in the midst of 
orange blossom scent, was a group 
of girls — some examining catalogues 
from Sears Roebuck and Montgo^m- 
ery Ward which pictured the very 
latest in bridal dresses, and others 
practicing various wifely arts. Mar- 
gie Anderson and Mary Campbell 
were taking a home-made cake out 
of their portable oven. "You know," 
said Pinky Garrett to Ginny Hendryx 
and Nina Maley, "that cake reminds 
me of something we learned in his- 

tory." Florence Frey, Libby Esler, 
and Barbara Steele looked up from 
their sock-mending. "We know — the 
fall of Rome." Louise Haldeman 
Graves, Kitty Watson Shyrock, and 
Barbara Cooper Hepburn went on 
with their ironing. "Gee, is that 
(Continued on page 8) 


On May 24 PCW will see the last 
of the class of '43. The Commence- 
ment, held indoors this year, will be 
at 10:30 of that day at the Third 
Presbyterian Church, 5th and Negley 

The Commencement address this 
year will be given by Marjorie Hope 
Nicholson, Ph.D., Professor of the 
English Graduate School, Columbia 
University, and former dean of Smith 

On Sunday, May 23 at 11:00 A.M., 
the Baccalaureate Sermon will be 
given at the Shadyside Presbyterian 
Church, Anderson Avenue and West- 
m.inster Place. The minister w^ill be 
Dr. Hugh Thompson Kerr. 

Acting as ushers for CommenceT 
ment will be the new Hood and Tas- 
sel members, while Mickey McCul- 
lough, the new Senior president, and 
Peggy Donaldson, the out-going Ju- 
nior president, will lead the fifty-five 

The Commencement rehearsal will 
be held Thursday, May 20, at 10:30 
A.M. in the Third Presbyterian 


Vesper service for Graduation 
Week will be held on Sunday, May 
23, in the chapel. Reverend C. J. Wil- 
liamson, D.D., of the Pittsburgh 
Xenia Theological Seminary of Pitts- 
burgh, will be the guest speaker. The 
Glee Club has prepared a program 
for the service and Dale Kirsopp and 
Alice Lee Gardner will sing solos. 

Senior Picnic 

On Wednesday, May 19, the Senior 
class -will hold its annual picnic at 
Frick Park. General chairman of the 
event is Dorothy Anne Minneci, as- 
sisted by Martha Truxall in charge 
of food, and Jean Wyre of entertain- 
ment. The menu will consist of hot 
dogs, baked beans, garden salad, ice 
cream, cookies, and coke. 


It's always strange to realize how 
hard it is to say one's thoughts — to 
write them down where the very let- 
ters glare at you, black hieroglyphics 
on a white background. Somehow in 
the telling, in the printing, the emo- 
tion becomes something quite apart 
from you, and from itself, strangely 
changed. And so it becomes wisest to 
express such things simply; to say 
and write as few words as possible. 

As the traditional events fly by, 
new officers are installed, and sched- 
ules made out for the next year, we 
Seniors sit back in our robes and try 
to realize that we won't be back next 
fall, and aren't included in these 
plans. Little shivers go up our backs 
as we practice the songs for Moving 
Up Day. We pay more attention to 
vi'ork these last intensive days, listen 
more closely to what is said in class. 
Each fellow Senior becomes a friend 
from wliom we do not wish to be 
parted. And sometimes, just somie- 
times, we catch ourselves looking 
fondly at the squirrels scampering 
through the bushes on Woodland 
Road ... at the gleaming patches of 
daffodils above the EK>nd at Andrew 
Mellon ... at the sunshine streaming 
through the stained glass window 
over the Berry Hall stairway . . . 
and thinking, as we blink very fast, 
"This is the end — it's over." 

But we know it's not. These four 
years have been happy ones, full of 
fun and friends, laughter and learn- 
ing. We have gained much from them, 
that we'll always hold close and 
warm within our hearts, But there's 
a world at war waiting for us, col- 
lege graduates of 1943, to do our part. 
And we're eager to get started, to find 
our niche and get busy. 

It's difficult to leave PCW. Yet we 
wouldn't have it any other way. For 
all that we've had, we're grateful. 
Now it's up to us to give. May your 
college life be as full, may it mean 
as much to you as ours has to us. 

And now, as we say Good-bye: 

"Our Alma Mater, we thank you. 
Oh PCW." 


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May 12, 1943 


Page Seven 



Back in the days after Christmas 
vacation the prevailing campus com- 
ment was, "What is work?" Now we 
hear, "What is sleep?" With incom- 
prehensible comprehensives, term 
papers clipped with the wrong biblio- 
graphies, and Retreat retreated, the 
last lap of the '42-'43 track stretches 
its goal ribbon for PCW. In addition, 
there is a rabid rumor that there will 
be exams again this semester. Truth 
will out and probably will also ex- 
tract a few people with it. Life is too 


* * * 

Last year on May 1 we looked in 
on the slaving "Quan" lab in BuU 
Hall and found the copper-arsenic 
group doing a little ballet in the cen- 
trifuge. When we asked, "Why the 
gaydom?" solutions from all corners 
precipitated the answer en masse. 
"Dr. Seholl has been crowned Queen 
of the May." 

So we ventured in and found our- 
selves forced to participate in the fes- 
tivities to the extent of two dishes of 
ice cream inundated in chocolate 

Spring had made its debut (which 
is more than can be said for it this 
year) and the gallant crown was 
woven from lilacs, lilies of the valley, 
and bits of azalea gleaned from, the 
fragrant profusion of Andrew Mellon 

This year May 1 was not a day of 
rejoicing in the ranks of the chem- 
istry majors. When Dr. Seholl closed 
the door of his office on that Saturday 
morning, it was for the last time. But 
this year a more fitting tribute was 
paid him by the science students — 
an honorary membership in Mu Sig- 


207 Fifth Ave. Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Domestic and Foreign Editions 
Phone: ATlantic 7823 

ma plus gold key and a wallet and 
key-case from his classes. 

* * * 

Not too many nights ago Miss 
Marks and Dr. Spencer smelled smoke 
— smoke, and in Berry Hall. Could 
the long-feared tragedy finally have 
come to pass? We rushed to the scene 
and found — no, we can't bring our- 
selves to discuss it but Berry Hall 
still reigns over the campus with 
nary an ivy leaf disturbed. 

* * * 

And as a closing comment for the 
year: speed note . . . PCWites aren't 
as fast as they used to be if we may 
draw our opinions from the movie 
quickie shown in chapel on May 3. 


Tourney Talk 

Junior transfer Jean Burnside pull- 
ed a dark horse play and easily ran 
away with the badminton tourna- 
ment. "Bumy" was an old expert and 
didn't bother to tell anyone, least of 
all your reporter, until the outcome 
was certain. She rated being doubles 
partner to Russ Grant, one-time win- 
ner of the National Tournament. 
Modestly our heroine says all credit 
goes to Russ's coaching and eating 
Cheerioats. Winning easily in previ- 
ous matches, Jean had some stiff 
competition from runner-up, Marion 
Springer. May the voice from this 
corner say "Burnside's brand of bad- 
minton will dominate this campus for 
another year and 'will long be re- 
membered. She's one of the best 
we've ever seen." 
It's a Racquet 

With dawn breaking over the 
hockey field, we sneak around corner. 
Quickly scampering toward the dorm, 
we see — what's this? The tennis 
courts are back. Gone for over a 
week, we thought they had been re- 
placed by victory gardens. Wasn't 
that a plow that blue coated warden 
was guiding? Can it be all an hal- 

For Flowers Call 


Give Her Flowers for Graduation 

5402 Centre Avenue East End 

Arlington Apartments 

MAyflower 6666 

SChenley 7000 

Quick, Page Dr. Andrew 

It must have been our imagina- 
tions. Well, that solves that problem. 
Now we can say Peggy Donaldson 
will win the tennis singles this year 
after all. Finalist last year and final- 
ist in this year's doubles. Peg plays 
a driving steady game and should 
come out on top. 
Fair or Foul 

No, it's not the latest chapter of 
Dick Deadeye, but the mushball 
games scheduled for this short spring 
season. An inovation in the schedule 
are the sister teams. Sister classes 
playing together. We think it's a 
pretty good idea. 
It's About Time 

We agree. It is about time to cease 
this silly chatter and call a halt to 
this issue of Sportiscope. It is also 
about time the column passed into 
other hands. For seven hectic years 
it's been a skeleton in the Ross cup- 
board and it's time to shake its bones 
and tear to the Wabash building and 
a transfusion of new blood. Yes, it's 
about time. 

(And about this time the editors, 
chins up but with tear-dimmed eyes, 
prepared to part with the last of their 
sports-informed staff. The sisters 
Ross have been among the most 
faithful and helpful writers the Ar- 
row has ever had . . . we'll miss 
'em.— Ed.) 


Spring is here — need we say more? 
And we're groggy from watching term 
papers being pounded out with blood, 
sweat and tears, seeing exams blos- 
som . . . but mostly from just watch- 
ing the men come and go — mostly go. 
But not from the lives of — 
These Lucky Gals: 

Frannie Pollick, Nina Maley, Kelly 
Jones, et al are ringed and ready to 
name The Day. As a matter of fact, 
Fran, Lib Esler, Margie Anderson, 
and Eleanor St. Clair have the date 
all picked out — it'll be sometime this 
summer for all of them. 

Last Tuesday in organic lab. a stu- 
dent male-carrier brought Donna 
Kindle a little square box -with a 
jeweler's label. Crowds formed pronto 
while Donna, all thumbs and more 
thumbs, tore off the wrappings. In- 
side was a Merchant Marine pin from 
Still Cataloguing- 

Betty Monroe is wondering as she 
(Continued on page 8) 

Page Eight 


May 12. 1943 


Where Oh Where 

(Continued on page 6) 
corny!" The reporter, agreeing, mov- 
ed on to the second display. 

There, underneath a collection of 
typewriters, shorthand notebooks, 
and dictaphones, were seated the 
secretarial division including Patty 
Blue, Claire, Horwitz, Elinor Keffer, 
Connie Lauer, Amy learn-how-I-can- 
earn-what-I-live-on McKay, Marion 
Cruciger, Dorothy Minneci, Mary 
Schweppe, Connie Meyer, Margie 
Noonan, Margie Ballard, and Louise 
Rider. Jeanette Myers, signed up by 
the Accounting Department of Kop- 
pers Company, was struggling with 
a comptometer, and Jean Sweet was 
boning up to her job as an insur- 
ance adjuster in California. 

On to the next! The reporter found 
herself in front of Bunsen burners, 
glass tubes, scales (not the fortune 
kind), and dissected pigs. In the 
midst of this collection hovered the 
science contingent made up of Betty 
Brown, Edie Cole, Jean de Woody, 
Miles Janouch, and Peggy Suppes. 

The chemicals were too strong for 
the Arroworker so she tripped over 
tc the next booth. Here were maps, 
grade books, blackboards, dunce caps, 
and several copies of Quick Lessons 
in Child Psychology. The teachers 
included Jean Archer, who has an 
eye toward the Woolly West, Jean 
de Woody, who ran back and forth 
between this booth and the science 
one, Peggy Dietz, Jane Fitzpatrick, 
Elizabeth Maroney, Ginny Gillespie, 
Janice Goldbloom, Jane Evans (she 
will, as a poet would say, teach 
speech), Dorothy Marshal, and Mar- 
tha Truxall. 

In the next division were girls who 
were hanging on to their college 
notebooks and fountain pens Vir- 
ginia Ditges is on her way to Tech 
for higher education, and Helen Jane 
Taylor is heading for Pinkerton's. 

The next booth had a flag draped 
over the side and navy beans spread 
on the table. Here sat Jean Wyre and 
Vance Hyde in nautical splendor, 
while Mary Jane McComb stood hesi- 
tantly outside. 

The reporter moved on to a large 
desk piled with I.Q. tests and meas- 
urement papers, behind which sat 
Lucille Cummins and Marion Rowell. 
"Personnel work suits our person- 
alities," they chanted gaily. 

In the next-to-last compartment 
Barbara Heinz and Ann Baker were 

madly chalking up statistics for eco- 
nomics, shuddering at the complexity 
of it all. 

Arrowomen not being of a mathe- 
matical turn of mind, the scribe wan- 
dered on. The last booth was dec- 
orated a la Salvador Dali and on top 
was a sign — "Miscellaneous." Draped 
inside were Rosemarie Filipelli, 
thumbing through language diction- 
aries and practicing with her censor's 
blackout pencil, and Gussie Teich- 
mann, trying to work out a budget 
for her $10-a-month interne's pay in 
Psychiatric Hospital, Phiadelphia. 
Janet McCormick was engrossed in 
a ponderous English Lit. anthology, 
and Marian Lambie was thinking up 
weird advertising slogans. June 
Hunker was puttering with paint 
pots in preparation for her job as 
Mickey Mouse nose designer for 
Walt Disney in Hollywood, and look- 
ed up to say, "No foolin'!" But the 
reporter had her doubts. Lorny Wolf 
wandered dejectedly from Miscel- 
laneous to the Navy booth, evidently 
pondering the Big Question. Junior 
Ross was puffing away in a corner as 
she limbered up with her dumbells, 
getting ready for her job as a YW 
health instructor in Washington, 

By this time the scribe was con- 
tented and calm. Picking up her 
typewriter in one hand, her earmuffs 
in the other, she meandered out into 
the frigid air chortling once more, 
"What is so gay as a day in May?" 



(Continued from page 2) 
may favor in the lower division. If 
a girl has ability, it will be recog- 
nized; if she does not, no one group 
can hope to put her in office. 

We feel that this matter is entirely 
in the hands of the students. If they 
had decided that this amendment 
will strengthen student elections, 
we'd be in favor of it too. 

But we would like to mention — 
timidly — that as long as such an SGA 
matter can arouse this much dis- 
cussion ,among the student bodj'J 
school politics are far from falling 
into a neglected and mechanical state. 
The Editors. 

Here and There 

(Continued from page 7) 

dates Bob VIII if men can't be chris- 
tened other names. On her private 
list, this Bob has risen to second 

We're Pleased . . . 

to see that a little brawn is still 
left in PCWomen. Defense industries 
wilL profit from PCW's experience 
this summer when Ruth Laird and 
Peggy Bishop take up their blow 
torches and weld at ships and such. 
Doing their bit, but in a diflferent 
way, will be Connie Lauer, Lucy 
Cummins, and Peg Johnson, who are 
going to do hostess-ing at the Va- 
riety Club Canteen in their spare 
Speaking of Summer 

Yon books and pencils will keep 
many students out of mischief this 
summer. (That's silly . . . what mis- 
chief is there to get into these days, 
anyway?) Besides those attending 
summer school on campus, several 
girls are roaming away for more 
eddjycation — while Martha Yorkin 
and Martha Cox are debating the 
possibility of going to Pitt for the 
summer, Virginia Gray will be off 
to Northwestern and Ruth Mendel- 
sohn will head for the University of 
Double Trouble 

It finally caught up with Caroline 
Cosel — her two one-and-onlys came 
home from the army at exactly the 
same time. Armed with several bot- 
tles of aspirin, she finally managed 
tu cope with the situation. Maybe 
she's been taking lessons from Sweet. 

This isn't trouble — but it's an idea 
of what a PCWite can accomplish. 
Pat Hull's journey to Philly after 
exams serves a double purpose — a 
job and a man. 
Microbe Hunting 

That measles bug lurched from 
ugly rumor to horrible reality and 
caught Lois Lutz, Betsy Ross, and 
Marjorie Mayhall in its gory grasp. 
Flight Notes 

Helen Gilmore's out to clip an 
airman's wings . . . Dotty Barrett 
has Frank's already, but says she 
just took them for decoration . . . 
Nancy Means is up in the air, brush- 
ing up on her three R's of higher 
education — Rege, Rich, and Robert. 
Maybe You Think 

that we have nothing to do but sit 
here and dream up these things, but 
it's too good to be true. Would . it 
were so! 

May 12, 1943 


Page Nine 



(prize story) 

by Jane Strain '45 

The old gate groaned and emitted 
a feeble creak as Margaret, holding 
tightly to the white pickets, swung 
back and forth. 

It was a nice gate, although she 
was getting a little too big for it; 
it really fitted Sally better. It's my 
gate, though, thought Margaret. She 
was the only one who knew that, 
on occasions, it could talk: when she 
swung too hard, or when she picked 
at the little bubbles of white paint, 
blistered into being by the hot sum- 
mer sun. 

Today's sun had burned itself out, 
and remained only as a pink after- 
thought, ridged by drifting clouds 
that would, Margaret knew, turn in- 
to castles and mountains if she look- 
ed long enough. By now, with her 
twelfth birthday only a few weeks 
away, she knew that no one lived in 
the castles, and lately there had been 
moments when she admitted in her 
secret soul that they couldn't be cas- 
tles or mountains at all. Such mo- 
ments were still infrequent, so she 
could describe the kings and queens 
and little cloud princes and prin- 
cesses in great detail and with greater 
honesty whenever SaUy asked about 

The gate creaked lazily, contented- 
ly; as the shadows lengthened the 
castles formed and grew, and the rest- 
less mountains piled on top of each 
other, and formed new mountains in 
the cloud-world. 

The last small patch of pink dark- 
ened, and as she watched was swal- 
lowed up by the jealous twilight. As 
it disappeared, Margaret felt sud- 
denly alone and a little cold, and she 
shivered. With the death of the day, 
the benevolent mountains changed, 
to become dark and somehow sinister. 
I don't like the night, she thought, 
and dropped swiftly from the gate. 

As she ran up the short path to 
the house, a cheery two-noted whis- 
tle cut the newly-chilled air, and at 
the sound Margaret whirled around. 

the fears vanishing, and ran back 
down the steps. 

"Daddy! Daddy!" She shrieked at 
the top of her lungs and tried vainly 
to whistle back. Daddy had always 
said the space between her front 
teeth was too wide. As she catapulted 
into him, Mr. Barber stretched out his 
arms and steadied her. 

"Whoa there, daughter mine!" He 
laughed down at her in the gather- 
ing dusk. 

Margaret smiled up adoringly. 
None of the other girls had a father 
like hers. That was one of his ways, 
saying things like "daughter mine." 
He tousled her short dark hair as she 
walked proudly at his side, trying to 
make herself taller to match him, and 
went on with the game. 

"How's my Peg-O been today? Did 
she chop up the chairs for kindling 
wood? Put any beans up her nose? 
Play 'barber' on Sally again?" 

She laughed, noticing at the same 
time how tall he was. He had to duck 
his head or push aside the branches 
of the catalpa trees that lined the 
sidewalk, shedding a carpet of sweet 
white blossoms for them to walk on. 
They smelled, she thought, just heav- 
enly. The gate creaked again as the 
two passed through, querulously this 
time, angry at being disturbed so 
often, Margaret knew. 

As they approached the house, Mr. 
Barber whistled again. The door 
opened breathlessly, as it did every 
night, and Sally and the nondescript 
terrier. Spot, fell out and tumbled 
down the path to meet them. While 
Spot pranced and yelped with excite- 
ment, Sally was thrown, high in the 
air, shrieking in half-real alarm, and 
then lowered to a more secure posi- 
tion on Mr. Barber's shoulder, where 
she could drum a contented tattoo on 
his stomach with her heels. From the 
doorway Margaret heard her mother 
say "Come on in, you three — supper's 
almost ready." And then as Margaret 
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squealing Sally, came up the steps: 
"You Spot! Get out of my petunias!" 

Inside the house Sally was depos- 
ited on the chintz divan, while Daddy 
put his hat in the hall closet. Mother 
was already in the kitchen, but she 
called, above the hiss of lamb chops, 
"Margaret, make sure that Sally 
washes her hands. And hurry!" 

Sally slid off the couch and started 
indignantly up the stairs. "I can wash 
my own hands!" 

"Then why," countered Margaret, 
"don't you ever do it? You look like 
a little pig." 

"Who looks like a little pig? Why, 
I bet you — " 

"Hey, up there!" Mr. Barber spoke 
from behind the evening paper. "Get 
moving! You heard your mother." 

Mr. Barber's word was final. Sally, 
tripping on her shoelaces, followed 
Margaret down the hall to the bath- 

"Wash your hands good, like mother 
told you," said Margaret. After all, 
Sally was only eight. 

Supper was the meal Margaret 
liked the best. It was the only one 
the family ate together, since Daddy 
had lunch downtown, and Margaret 
and Sally never got up very early for 
breakfast in the summertime. Supper 
was the family's excuse to recount 
every incident of the day, and now 
Daddy was talking about Mr. Harry 
Lathrop, who often came out to din- 
ner. Mama didn't like him very much, 
though, and didn't like to hear about 
him, and Margaret wished they could 
talk about something else. But just as 
she was about to tell Daddy how Spot 
stepped in the gopher hole, he said 
"By the way, I think Harry's coming 
out tomorrow night." 

Margaret knew mother wouldn't 
like that. She kept her eyes on her 
plate, but she could feel her mother 
stiflien, and knowing v^hat was com- 
ing next, she shrank a little in her 

"Frank," Mama said, "do you have 
to keep on asking him? You know I 
don't want him around the children." 

Daddy turned his knife over in his 
fingers and didn't say anything for a 
minute. When he spoke it was very 
quietly. "There's nothing wrong with 
Harry that can't be cured," he said. 
"I always notice that he stays on the 
wagon longer after he's been out here 
and played with the kids." 

Sally stopped dropping pieces of 
meat down to Spot long enough to 
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i^age Ten 


May 12, 1943 


The Gate 

(Continued from page 9) 
ask "What's 'on the wagon', Mama?" 

"Never mind," Mama said. "Eat 
your supper." 

Daddy stopped playing with the 
knife and laid it on the table care- 
fully. Margaret noticed the frown be- 
gin on his forehead. 

"Daddy," she began timidly, but he 
ignored her. 

"Grace," he said, "I will not have 
the children hush-hushed when they 
start getting curious about something 
like this. It gives it too much im- 
portance. How many times do I have 
to tell you that? 'On the wagon,' 
Sally, is a term we use when we mean 
that people who used to drink alcohol, 
which is very bad for them, don't 
any more. Mr. Lathrop is trying to go 
on the wagon for keeps, and I think 
we can help him." 

"How noble!" Mama's voice sound- 
ed as hard and smooth as glass. 
"However, I will not have that man 
in my house, breathing gin into 
Sally's face. If you want to see him, 
go to a saloon, but don't bring him 
around here any more." 

Margaret suddenly felt sick, and a 
little cold and afraid as she had in 
the afternoon. When they talked like 
that she didn't know them. Mama 
cried, but not because she was sad, 
and Daddy's face got so hard it made 
her afraid. If they got that way to- 
night, she would be sick, she could 
feel, and even now there was a funny 
biizzing in her head. 

"Daddy," she said again, and half 
rose from the table. 

He stood up, and Mama hurried 
around to her. "Don't you feel well, 
Margaret?" And then to Daddy, 
fiercely, "Are you satisfied? You 
know she's easily upset. You've made 
her sick again. Can't you even think 
of your own children?" 

Sally looked up from one face to 
the other and stopped making grooves 
in the tablecloth with the prongs of 
her fork. She began to cry, and Daddy 
had to speak loudly to be heard. 

"Do I ever think of them? You 
never let me forget them!" He threw 
down his napkin and almost ran into 
the living-room. Mama took a step 
after him and then changed her mind. 

"Come on, honey," she said. She 
put her hand on Margaret's forehead. 
"Better go to bed. I'll finish up the 
dishes and come in and hear your 

"All right, Mother." Margaret 
didn't recognize her own voice. It 

was husky, and sounded far away. 
Sally's sobs were turning into hic- 
cups, and Margaret took her by the 
hand and led her up the stairs into 
the blue and white bedroom. The 
moon had come up, and with it a 
slight breeze. Both came softly in 
through the open window. The wind 
gently blew the curtains, and Mar- 
garet heard the gate mutter to itself 
as invisible hands pushed and pulled 
at it. She went to the window, leav- 
ing Sally to struggle unaided with 
her shoelaces, and looked out at the 
quiet street. Just looking at it made 
her feel better. The familiar scene 
reassured her, and restored the se- 
curity she had lost downstairs. Daddy 
and Mother would be all right in the 
morning — they always were. Maybe 
Daddy wouldn't talk about Mr. Harry 
Lathrop any more. Mama didn't really 
hate Daddy, like she said sometimes; 
grown people must just get madder 
than children. It would be all right, 
it had to be, and things would go on 
just as before. The breeze sang the 
refrain "All right, all right," and the 
creaking of the gate sent it echoing 
back to her. Margaret smiled at the 
moon, took a long smell of the heavy 
catalpa fragrance, and turned to Sally 
and the shoelaces. If the gate said it 
was so, it was so. 

She had Sally undressed and in 
bed and was almost beside her when 
Mrs. Barber came up the stairs. As 
her mother opened the door Sally be- 
gan her nightly protests at being put 
to bed, and tried to get up when 
Margaret crawled Ln beside her. I 
wonder if Sally even knows what 
happened, Margaret wondered, and 
decided not, for the process of tuck- 
ing-in went on with the usual inter- 
ruptions, as if the scene downstairs 
had not occurred at all. When it 
came Margaret's turn she said "Now 
I lay me" as quickly as she oould, 
and smiled to show Mama that every- 
thing was all right again. The smile 
helped, because Mama smiled, too, 
and seemed more natural. 

"Goodnight, babies," she said. "Go 
right to sleep." 

As Margaret heard her quick, light 
footsteps going down the hall, she 
realized that she was very tired, and 
probably would do what her mother 
said, and go right to sleep. The sum- 
mer breeze, whispering in the cur- 
tains, and the gate, still swinging 
down below, sang their familiar 
lullaby. Her last thought was that 
the gate had said "All right." She 
fell asleep very soon. 

It was the voices that awakened 

her. At first she thought they were 
outside, under the window, but when 
She came fully awake she recognized 
Daddy and Mother. They are getting 
ready for bed, she thought, and sat 
up to look at the little white clock in 
the fat shepherd's stomach. It was 
after eleven — very late, and she 
turned over to go back to sleep. It 
was then that, half-asleep, she heard 
Mama speak her name. She sat up 
in bed. The voices were low and tense. 

"If it weren't for Sally and Mar- 
garet I'd have left you years ago. I 
can't go on this way much longer, 
Frank." Mama's voice rose to a shrill- 
ness that was almost a shriek. "I 
can't, I tell you!" 

"For God's sake, shut up!" That 
was Daddy. "You'll wake up the kids. 
If they're the only reason you're 
sticking, have a little consideration 
for them. And me, too — it hasn't been 
easy for me, either, keeping up ap- 
pearances in front of them. I'm at 
the end of my rope too, you know. 
I'd have walked out long ago if it 
hadn't been for Margaret and Sally." 

"If you love them so much why do 
you bring drunks home with you? To 
paw over my children!" Mama again. 

Daddy's voice was louder. "If you 
say one more word about my friends, 

"Your friends! Those — " 

There was a sound like Sally's 
whip cracking, sharp amd sudden. 
Then another. Margaret heard the 
door of the bathroom rattle as if 
someone had fallen against it. There 
was silence, broken only by the sound 
of quick breathing in the hall; Mar- 
garet was holding her breath. Then 
she heard her mother's light footsteps 
going up the hall. A door closed 
somewhere and everything was still 

She sank down onto one elbow, 
trying to believe it had been a dream. 
It must be a dream, it had to be! 
She felt sick again, but as she turned 
her pillow over to put the cool side 
against her face, she felt Sally move, 
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Page Eleven 



(prize story) 

by Marian Louise Lambie '43 

It was very early in the morning. 
Although it was nearly spring, the 
air was damp and chilly. The people 
standing there, huddled together in a 
little group, shivered. 

They stood without talking, hardly 
looking at each other, almost afraid 
to hear their own voices. But no one 
wanted to leave. 

They gazed at a house. A house 
that had been recently built. The 
house was made of red brick, and 
the windows and doors were painted 
white. The white looked grey in the 
grey dawn. The house was styled in 
Colonial architecture, and the Doric 
columns of the porch were ghost-like 
shapes in the half-darkness. 

These people all knew the house. 
They had watched it being built. 
They had marveled at its modern 

They knew its family. The bril- 
liant engineer, the lovely wife, the 
three friendly daughters. They had 
had many good times with these peo- 
ple, within these walls. 

And now, in the cold gray dawn of 
m.oming, they stood there together, 
shivering, looking at the house. 

Stanley straightened his shoulders 
and pushed his chair back from the 
table. Its top was littered with 
papers, sharp-pointed pencils, several 
rulers, and a triangle. He lifted his 
glasses from his nose, and gently 
rubbed the tiny mark they had left. 
He stretched his arms in the air and 
yawned noisily. Then he looked over 
pt Lois. 

She sat curled up on the sofa, knit- 
ting on the yellow sweater she was 
making for Peggy. She wore a pale 
green angora sweater over a brown 
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Eteel needles flashed together in the 
sunlight in complete harmony. 

"That does it," Stanley grinned at 
her. "I've checked over every detail. 
This house is going to be as perfect 
as your engineer husband can make 
it. Think you're going to like it?" 

She smiled back at him, her fingers 
still busy over the soft yarn. "Dear, 
I can't wait 'til it's built, so we can 
walk into it, instead of imagining 
ourselves through those rooms on the 
blueprints. You've thought of every- 
thing I ever dreamed of, and more, 
besides. Anything I want, just touch 
a button and there it is, with a red 
light to remind me if I forget to turn 
off the switch. You're really a wiz- 

"At least a decently good electri- 
cian," he said, his voice pleased, as 
he watched her get up and walk 
over to him. 

She came up to him slowly, the 
warm sunshine making glints dance 
through her coppery hair. She stood 
behind him, her hands on his shoul- 
ders, burying her chin in his black 
curly hair. "Our own home at last," 
she mused. "How marvelous it's go- 
ing to be. I'm so glad each of the 
girls will have her own room." 

She reached over, and with a slen- 
der, well-manicured finger traced 
along the blueprints. "Our own big 
bedroom in front, leading on to the 
sleeping porch. Jan's room, and how 
she will love having her own fire- 
place. Then Peggy's, and Ann's small 
one in the back. They're going to 
have a time deciding how they want 
to furnish their lairs. We'll probably 
have quite an interesting conglom- 

"I like the game room, myself," 
Stan pointed to the hieroglyphic they 
had drawn to represent a ping-pong 
table. "We should have lots of fun 
down there. And with the air-condi- 
tioning we won't have to worry about 
its being too hot, or cold." 

"Yes, the air-conditioning will 
really be a joy." Lois moved beside 
him. "And it will be a pleasure not 
having to worry about closing the 
windows when it rains." 

"It'll be rather strange getting used 
to not opening the windows at all," 
Stan said, picking up a pencil and 
playing with it. "But I suspect we'll 
get used to it." 

"The room I really like best of all, 
is our perfectly huge living room. 

Think of actually having room for 
our baby grand piano, without 
crowding all the other pieces out." 

"And wall space for those paint- 
ings we've been waiting to hang." 
He reached up for her face, and drew 
it close to his own. 

"Happy, honey?" he whispered the 

"Terribly," she answered quickly. 
"And you?" 

"It's what I've wanted most for 
you and the girls," Stanley's deep 
voice rang with sincerity. "To build 
you a home equipped with all the 
scientific improvements I could pos- 
sibly devise to make you comfort- 

A silence fell upon them both. The 
sunlight sparkled on the white letter- 
ing of the blueprints. 

The water roared into the tub. The 
scent of Le Long's bath salts choked 
the atmosphere. 

"Better turn that off soon, Ann," 
Peggy called above the noise. "And 
hurry up. I want my turn, too." 

"O.K. Just a second. I want to get 
my new slippers out." 

"Be careful that you don't trip on 
those heels going down the stairs, 
dear," Lois Harman walked into her 
youngest daughter's room. "How I 
let you talk me into them. What a 
mess, Ann. How do you do it?" she 
playfully scolded as she surveyed the 
room. Saddle shoes were kicked off, 
under the bed, rumpled blue anklets 
on top of them. A plaid skirt was 
sprawled out on Ann's pet overstuff- 
ed chair, a velvet hanger lay tossed 
on top of the skirt. A wad of crashed 
tissue paper decorated the wine car- 

The door to the bathroom banged, 
as Ann, draping a towel around her- 
self, went in to bathe. Lois took a 
quick look at herself in the mirror. 
Tall, she carried herself well. No one 
would guess that she had three 
daughters, one of them celebrating an 
eighteenth birthday this evening. She 
patted a red curl into place. Just a 
streak or two of gray. And the deli- 
cate green of her dress did do won- 
ders with her eyes. She turned, and 
regarded the light peach walls of 
Ann's room. "It's marvelous how 
clean everything stays," she thought. 
"Stan's air-conditioning is really a 
great blessing." 

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Page Twelve 


May 12, 1943 


The House 

(Continued from page 11) 

"Mother," it was Janet shouting 
from her room. "Mom, I just can't 
seem to make my hair look right. 
Won't you brush it for me please?" 

Lois appeared in the doorway of 
Jan's blue room. Spread out on the 
bed was the dress, Jan's special pride, 
that she was planning to wear that 
evening. Its chiffon folds were care- 
fully placed, the white stuff looking 
like the frosting on the cake down- 
stairs in the kitchen. 

"Gee, Mother. You look nice." 
Janet looked approvingly at her 
young mother. 

Lois picked up the ivory-handled 
hair brush, deftly smoothed Jan's 
long hair into loveliness. "She gets 
this black beauty from Stan," Lois 

"Mom, does Ann have to stay in 
that tub all night?" Peggy spoke 
petulantly. "Say, Sis, how does it 
fee) to be eighteen, anyway?" 

"Pretty good," Jan breathed, try- 
ing to be calm and mature. "Has 
your hair dried yet?" she asked, in 
what she hoped was a normal voice, 
as if she could be interested in such 
an everyday matter on this special 

"Just about," Peggy reached a ten- 
tative hand to her bobby-pin spiked 
head, and felt her curls gingerly. 

"Thanks, Mother," Janet glanced 
at her reflection in the mirror over 
her dressing table. "That's just swell. 
You do have a way with my hair." 
Jan gave her mother a quick kiss. 

"Now, hurry, all of you. You want 
to be dressed to meet your guests." 
Lois left the room, her dress rustling 
slightly as she walked. 

"Lois," Stan's voice was plaintive. 
She stopped at the top of the stairs. 
He came out of their room, huge in 
his white full dress shirt, the blck 
tie dangling absurdly in his large 
hands. "Dear, this tie just won't — " 

"I know, dear, but it will." She 
lifted her hands to him, easily shap- 
ing the elusive ends into a neat bow. 
"Have your cuff links?" 

He nodded, noticing her beauty, 
her tall grace, her poise. 

"Now I wonder if Katie — ," she 
started for the stairs again. 

"Wait. Woman, come here. How 
about a kiss? Or don't I rate at all in 
this fuss for your daughters?" 

She smiled. "It's our first party 
for them in the house, dear. I want 
everything to go smoothly. Jan will 

only be eighteen once, you know. I 
want this to be a night she'll remem- 
ber, and Peggy and Ann, too." 

"It can't help but be a good party, 
Lois. They've asked half the town, 
and you've got food enough to feed 
the army. And, according to the few 
bills I've seen, they must be going 
to look pretty special. But," he drew 
her close to him, "my girl is the 
prettiest of all. Mm-m-mh. What's 
that you smell of, you intoxicating 

"Chanel No. 5, dear. That a cer- 
tain man in my life gave me for an 
anniversary quite recently." She let 
him kiss her, tipping her head far 

"Now, I really must go down. I 

just want to be sure that everything 

He watched her disappear, her long 
green skirts barely touching the 
steps as she hurried down the cir- 
cular stairway. 

Stan walked back into his room. 
He hoped that the party would be 
fun for her, and for the girls. 

The clock chimed eight times. 
Pretty soon it would be the doorbell 
chiming, and the mob would be 
trooping in. He'd better hurry and 
get himself dressed. 

It was Peggy who noticed it first, 
who woke them up. , 

"Mom, Pop," she shouted frantical- 
ly. "Wake up. I smell smoke. The 
house is on fire." 

Lois and Stan leaped from their 
beds. The pungent odor of burning 
wood and paper was unmistakable. 
Lois reached for her robe, ran slip- 
perless into Ann's room. Peggy and 
Stan came close behind. 

"Ann, Ann, honey, wake up," Lois 
shook the child with all her strength. 

"Come on, dear. You'll have to get 
up," Stan's voice urged. 

Ann didn't seem to hear them. At 
last she opened one brown eye. 

Lois began to cough. She felt 
stifled, choked. And all of her energy 
seemed to have disappeared. Her 
body felt limp and far away. 

"We'll go back to our room," Stan 
was taking charge. "We can go out 
on the sleeping porch and jump from 
the roof." 

Half dragging the sleepy Ann, they 
turned to leave her .room. A column 
of blazing fire met their eyes. They 
looked at each other in horror. 

Stan thought quickly. "We'll have 
to jump from here." He looked hesi- 
tatingly towards the casement win- 

dow. "Where did we put the crank 
for the window?" 

"I don't know," Lois was sobbing 
now. "It's never been used. We've 
never had to open it — " her voice 
trailed off. 

"Let's try to break it," Peggy sug- 
gested. She was the most alert. "If 
Jan were only here — " 

"I'm glad she's away at college," 
Stan said. "C'mon, let's give it all 
we've got. It'll be tough going." He 
smashed against the pane of glass. It 
seemed unbreakable. He tightened 
his lips, thinking of the effort he had 
m:ade to get this special grade of 
plate glass. He pounded at it relent- 
lessly with his fist, using up his fast- 
waning strength. 

At last the glass gave way. Stan 
beat at the ragged edge. "Go on, 
Peggy, jump," he ordered. 

"I can't leave Ann, Dad. She's gone 
back to sleep." Peggy pulled at her 
plump younger sister, trying to wake 
her, make her move. 

The air was thick, and the fire 
was rising close behind them, its 
heat nearer and nearer. 

Peggy had to breathe. She edged 
over to the window, and put her head 
through the small opening her fath- 
er had managed to break. She saw 
their neighbors, the Bryants, stand- 
ing in her backyard. Their lips were 
moving. She leaned out to hear what 
they were saying. Mrs. Bryant's voice 
reached her. 

"Jump, Peggy," she was screaming. 
"Jump, all of you." 

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A A Honors 

(Continued from page 3) 
has been in the habit of spending ap- 
proximately $75 on their awards. This 
year the money will go into two $50 
War Bonds made out to the PCW 
Building Fund for some article to be 
placed in the new gymnasium when 
the building program is resumed. 

In this way the AA board feels 
that the money is going where it is 
needed most urgently right now and 
in the future too. The individual 
prizes which would be forgotten in 
three or four years will be a perma- 
nent part of the campus. More than 
ever, this will link these girls hon- 
ored by AA to the school on the hill. 
But give AA board credit — it was a 
hard decision to make. 

May 12, 1943 


Page Thirteeii 


BETWEEN TRAINS by Vance Hyde '43 

It isn't an unusual story, for The 
Sailor and The Girl weren't unusual 
people. They could be almost any 
boy and girl in any big city in Ameri- 
ca. The ending is neither happy nor 
tragic, for there really is no ending 
at all. 

He was just another sailor leaning 
against the counter of the Canteen, 
drinking coffee from a thick, white 
cup. He was a little taller than most, 
perhaps, with broad shoulders and 
curly-crisp blond hair, but he looked 
very much like any other sailor in 
the room. There was no real reason 
why The Girl, dancing with a Ma- 
rine whose head just reached her 
chin, should think, "He's the one I'll 
speak to next." 

She was tall and blonde and al- 
most beautiful, which, when you are 
very young, is beautiful enough. She 
was wearing a black and white 
checked taffeta dress that rustled as 
she danced. On her lapel was a 
round blue badge that said, "Judith 
Harris" and "Junior Hostess." 

The music stopped abruptly. 

"Thank you," said the Marine. 

"Don't forget to take advantage of 
the sandwiches and coffee." 

"Thank you," he said again. 

The girl walked over to the sailor. 

"This is my first attempt as hostess 
and," she confided, "my technique's 
a little shaky. What do the best peo- 
ple consider the correct way to ask a 
sailor to dance?" 

The sailor straightened, turned and 
set his cup on the counter. 

"Thanks," he said to the portly 
woman who was serving, "that was 
just what I needed." 

Then he turned back to the girl. 

"The best people will tell you that 
a beautiful girl never needs to ask 
a sailor to dance." His hand was on 
her arm, steering her through the 
crowd of uniforms toward the dance 

"He's good," said The Sailor, nod- 
ding toward the orchestra leader. 
"Who is he?" 

"Tomray Carlisle," said the Girl. 
"Where are you from?" 

"Chicago; heading for San Fran- 
cisco. I'm just between trains now." 

"I knew a pigeon from Chicago 

The Sailor held her off from him 
at arm's length and inspected her, 

"I'm glad I came," he said. 

They found a great deal to talk 
about during that dance and the 
next and the next. They found a 
great deal to laugh about, too. 

The Girl knew she should move 
on to another serviceman but she 
kept promising herself just one more 

"Rule thirty-one," she said, finally, 
"is not to stick too long with any one 

"Even a sailor?" 

"Especially a sailor." 

He let her go, then, following her 
with his eyes. The Girl danced with 
a first lieutenant next, and then with 
another sailor. She sat and talked 
with a Royal Australian Air Force 
flyer who didn't dance. 

The Sailor was dancing with one of 
the other hostesses now. The Girl 
wondered why that should irritate 
her. After all, that was why the girls 
were here. 

A Marine brought her a coke and 
she played a mediocre game of ping- 
pong with him. Her eyes kept wan- 
dering around the noisy, brightly 
lighted room, looking for curly blonde 
hair and a pair of bright blue eyes. 
The effect on her game was disas- 

Then he was beside her again. 

"Rule thirty-one," he explained to 
the Marine, bowing ceremoniously, 
"warns the hostess against sticking 
too long with the same man. You will 
excuse us?" 

As they began to dance he put his 
cheek against hers. "I'm afraid after 
riding all day I haven't exactly a 
Barbasol face. Do you mind?" 

"No," said the Girl, "I don't mind." 

"I have to catch an eleven o'clock 
train. Also there is a gang of Coast 
Guardsmen from New Jersey catch- 
ing the same train. That means I 
either get to the station by ten-thirty 
or stand most of the way. Computed 
algebraically, that gives me about 
seven minutes or one and one-quar- 
ter more dances." 

"Your mathematics amaze me," 
said The Girl, because there wasn't 
much else to say. 

"Look, if you ever find yourself in 
San Francisco without even a pigeon 
to turn to, look me up. Seaman Floyd 

"If you ever get a twenty-four 
hour pass, you might hop a slow 
freight back here for a visit." 

"Your ideas are so practical." The 

Sailor grinned. 

The music stopped. They could 
hear the pop, pop, pop, of the ping 
pong ball, the clicking of billiard 
balls, the rising and falling surge of 
voices. From the picture-plastered 
walls, hundreds of servicemen smiled 
down at them. The room smelled of 
strong coffee and faint perfume. 

"Goodbye, Judith." 

The Girl looked away. She must 
make this very casual. "Goodbye," 
she said. "I hope you like San Fran- 

On one of the folding chairs that 
lined the wall along the dance floor 
a soldier was slumped dejectedly, 
watching the dancers. 

"Do you think he is a likely pros- 
pect?" asked the Girl. 

"He's very good looking." 

"I don't think so." The Girl smiled 
up at him. "But who am I to argue 
with a sailor?" 

And then she was walking away 
from him, was talking to the soldier, 
who suddenly wasn't dejected at all. 

The Girl forced herself not to 
watch the Sailor leave. She chattered 
brightly with her new partner as she 
danced. When the music stopped, she 
excused herself and looked about for 
any man who seemed neglected. 

That was how she happened to see 
the Sailor coming toward her. 

The orchestra was playing again 
and they began to dance. 

"But now won't you have to stand 
in the train?" 

"Yes," said the Sailor, his arm 
tightening about her. 

They talked, then, swiftly and eag- 
erly, about all sorts of little things. 
His family, his college, her nail- 
polish, his brand-new niece, her psy- 
chology course, what music they lik- 
ed and didn't like. 

'May 1 write to you, Judith?" 

"Of course. I wish you would." 

"In care of the Canteen?" 

"That's right. We aren't supposed 
to give our home addresses. Rule 

"And now," purred the orchestra 
leader into the P.A. system mike, 
"there will be a brief intermission." 

One or two of the boys in the or- 
chestra wandered through the side 
door and stood outside in the alley, 
smoking and talking. 

The Sailor frowned at his watch. 
"Doesn't he know I have to catch a 
(Continued on page 14) 

Page Fourteen 


May 12, 1943 


Between Trains 

(Continued from, page 13) 
train that leaves in seven minutes?" 

"Why don't you tell him?" 

"Come on," said the Sailor, taking 
her hand. "What do you want him to 

"Oh, something smooth and slow. 
How about 'As Time Goes By'?" 

"I have a more appropriate idea!" 

Tommy Carlisle looked down at 
the Sailor and the Girl, standing by 
the stage, hand in hand, and grinned 
at them. Tommy was too handsome, 
in a sleek, sensuous sort of way — 
until he smiled. He had a frank, lit- 
tle-boy grin that made his eyes smile 
too, and then you liked him. 

"Hi, Sailor," he said. "What'll it 

"I've got to catch a train at eleven 
o'clock. Would you have time to play 
'Why Don't You Fall in Love With 
Me?' And play it sort of — oh, y«iy 
know — " 

"Sure, kid. I know. Sort of senti- 
mental and dreamy. We'll make that 
the next one." 

Tommy laughed. The Sailor and 
the Girl were looking into each oth- 
er's eyes. Tommy wondered if they 
had even heard him. 

The Sailor looked at his watch 

"But, gosh, by the time intermis- 
sion is over I'll have to be gone. You 
don't understand — she's going to 
have to do it fast!" 

Tommy looked at the Girl and then 
at the Sailor. 

"Don't worry, kid! She already 
has." Tommy beckoned to the saxo- 
phonist lounging in the alley door- 
way. "We're going to skip the inter- 
mission, boys." He winked at the 
Sailor. "O.K., kid. We'll fix you up." 

They danced silently, his lips 
against her hair. He w^as holding her 
tightly and through his heavy jumper 
she could feel the warmth of his 

Over his shoulder she watched the 
big clock above the door. 

"Floyd, you simply must go. It's 
four minutes to eleven." 

"You'll answer my letters?" 

"Of course! But you're going to 
miss your train." 

And then he was gone, snatching 
up his coat and cap, pushing through 
the cluster of servicemen around the 

He was gone, and the orchestra 
was still playing "Why Don't You 
Fall in Love With Me?" Another sail- 

or had drawn her back onto the 
dance floor. They circled the tiny- 
floor, past the stage. 

Tommy lool?;ed down at the Girl. 
He couldn't be sure, but he thought 
there were tears in her eyes. 

He grinned at her. "Smile," he 

"Of course," the girl answered, 
but she didn't smile. 

The House 

(Continued from page 12) 
Peggy wanted to explain to her 
about Ann. She opened her mouth in 
an effort to talk. She leaned further 
ou tof the window. She heard glass 
splinter, felt little sharp stabs. Then 
she was falling . . . falling - . . 

"Catch her," Mrs. Bryant shouted 
to her husband. "Lois is coming, too." 

Harry Bryant reached out his arms 
for Peggy, caught her, held her close 
for a moment, then put her down on 
a blanket. But Lois fell the three 
stories to the cement sidewalk around 
Stan's garage. Fell, and was still. He 
saw his wife go to her, other friends 
gather around. 

"Stan, jump," he yelled, "Get Ann 
out, and jump." 

"I can't move her. She must be 
overcome with the fumes. We're trap- 
ped." It was Stan, up there, calling 
to him. 

"Save us, Harry, we're trapped, we 
can't get out. I can't lift Ann." The 
voice was weaker. 

A face appeared at the window. It 
must be Ann. Mr. Bryant lifted his 
arms, made ready to catch her. But 
the face fell back, disappeared. 

"Harry." Was it his imagination, 
or was that Stan still calling to him 
as he stood there, helpless. He strain- 
ed to hear any word that would in- 
dicate life. All that he could hear 

was the crackling of the flames. 
* * * 

One of the men in the group shrug- 
ged his shoulders. He tapped another 
man on the shoulder, said something 
to him. The two figures left the little 
cluster of silent figures. They walked 
slowly towards the house. The others 
watched them go. 

The two men picked their way 
over charred books and papers, splat- 
tered across the driveway. They 
walked around to the back of the 
house, stood in the back yard look- 
ing up at the window, looking up at 
the incredibly small opening that had 
been knocked through. 

They opened the basement door, 
walked through the game room over 
to the stairs, went up into the large 
living room. The baby grand piano 
was badly burnt, its keys chewed 

They climbed up to the second 
floor. They saw how the fire had gone 
up the center of the house, hardly 
touching some parts, but cutting the 
family off from escape. They saw, 
too, the room in which the father and 
young daughter had died, his body 
bent over hers in a last attempt to 
save her from the flames. 

Then the two men turned and went 
down the stairway. They opened the 
front door, and went back to the 
group of people. Each of them took 
his wife by the arm. 

Slowly the group broke up. Two 
by two they walked in different di- 
rections back to their homes, their 
beds. Back to the houses where their 
own children were sleeping. 

And as the first faint rays of sun- 
light broke across the horizon, they 
left the house standing there, cold 
and grey in the dawn. 

The Gate 

(Continued from page 10) 
and a sacred voice reached her 
through the night blackness. 

"M - Margaret — Peggy, are you 

She rolled over on one side and 
whispered, "What is it?" 

"I heard things outside in the hall. 
I heard Daddy hit Mama." As the 
impossible truth came home to Sally 
she began to cry, and Margaret knew 
she would have to say something to 
stop her. Mama mustn't come in, she 
just mustn't! 

"Sally, don't cry. You were dream- 
ing again," she whispered. "I've been 
awake here all the time and I didnt 
hear anything. Gk) back to sleep. You 
just imagined it. Why, my goodness, 
why would Daddy hit Mother? He 
loves her." She fought back the sick 
feeling. "He loves us all." 

"Did I really? Was it only a dream? 
Honest, Margaret?" Sally's voice was 

"Of course it was, silly. Now go 
right to sleep, like Mother said. Here, 
I'll hold your hand." 

Sally's body shook as she tried to 
swallow the sobs and laugh at the 
same time. "Margaret, wUl we go 
swimming tomorrow? Will we, Mar- 

(Continued on page 16) 

May 12, 1943 


Page Fifteen 


SURE, I MISS HIM! by Nancy Stauffer '44 

Rain dripped off the big black um- 
brella and ran down Lib's neck. The 
damp patch on her coat was spread- 
ing across her shoulders. The dye 
had run and it made a nasty stain. 
She crowded closer under the um- 
brella and tensed her body against 
the shock of the cold rain. It was a 
good body, trim, not showing the 
forty years it had been used. 

The drone of the minister's voice 
went on and on. One of the men 
swore under his breath as the rope 
slipped on the wet metal of the 
casket. It was being lowered into the 
open grave. 

Lib turned to look at Mrs. Seton. 
"With her face all red like that she 
looks like a lobster," Lib found her- 
self thinking. "I wonder if lobsters 
cry?" Mrs. Seton was gasping for 
breath between dry hard sobs. 

"But she has a right to cry." Lib's 
mind struggled with the petty prob- 
lem. "She was his mother and he 
was a good son." Her thoughts 
echoed, "And he was a good hus- 
band!" The rain was trickling de- 
terminedly under her collar. "Blaine 
was a good husband. We had a happy 
life together. Fourteen years." 

Someone took her elbow and piloted 
her toward the waiting car. Mrs. 
Seton was tearful beside her. Lib 
knew her own eyes were dry. "You 
have other children," she thought, 
glancing at the woman beside her. 
"I have no one." 

Loneliness blended with the gloom of 
the funeral and the rain beat against 
the car windows. The rank odor of 
wet wool filled her nostrils. 

The house belonged to Lib now, 
the town knew, but what would she 
do? "Probably go to live with old 
Mrs. Seton," the town guessed. "A 
woman don't want to be alone at her 
age. Not in a house full of memories, 

Mrs. Seton invited- Lib to share 
her home. She knew about memories 
that crowded an old house. Even Lib's 
kitchen, a woman's domain, was full 
of Blaine. Lib had a cool blue and 
white kitchen. Mrs. Seton had been 
there when Blaine brought the pans. 
He had come in from the front of 
the house and caught Lib in his arms 
as she stood shelling peas at the 
Bervice table. 

"Hi there, my little wife. Hello, 
mother." He gave her a quick kiss. 

"Brought you something, Lib. 
Something you need." 

Lib sighed, "Not another pair of 
curtains, Blaine! There isn't a win- 
dow in this house that matches now." 
She wiped her hands on her apron. 

Blaine chuckled. "You and your 
wanting everything to match. Don't 
worry. These all match." He disap- 
peared into the front hall and came 
back dragging a heavy packing case. 
"Open it," he ordered. 

Lib pulled open the top of the box 
and lifted out a pale green saucepan 
with a bright red enameled handle. 
She put it carefully on the table and 
took another dive into the case. There 
were twelve pans of assorted sizes, 
all the same pale green and brilliant 

"But I have a blue kitchen," she 
wailed. "These are green and besides 
I don't have enough room for the 
pans I have already." 

"Going to build you cupboards be- 
neath the window to keep them in," 
Blaine stated proudly. He held up a 
saucepan. "These brighten up the 
kitchen a bit," he asserted. 

"I push the table over by the win- 
dow on nice days," she suggested 
weakly. Blaine was talking to his 
mother and didn't hear her. She 
sighed and piled the new pans on the 
drain board. That had been eight 
years ago. 

Blaine always had taken an inter- 
est in the house. The year after he 
bought the pans he had done most 
of the spring house-cleaning. It was 
before the furnace was shut off and 
Lib had to go over the house later 
anyhow but as Nell had said, "You're 
a lucky one. Lib. To have a hus- 
band interested in the house, I mean. 
I have to drive my Tom just to get 
the rugs carried out." 

Yes, Mrs. Seton knew there were 
many memories in Lib's house. She 
was sitting in what Blaine called the 
front parlor and Lib termed "our 
drawing room." 

"There is no reason why two 
lonely women should live apart," 
Mrs. Seton said. "You must come to 
keep me company." 

Lib smiled. "Thank you, mother. 
Maybe later on — I'd like to stay in 
my own house for a while." 

Mrs. Seton nodded. "I understand, 
my dear," she said. She patted Lib's 
hand. "You can feel a man's pres- 
ence in a room where you have lived 
together. I never changed a stick of 
furniture in my husband's old study 
and sometimes it seems as if he is 
sitting there reading his paper." 

They talked a while longer and 
then Mrs. Seton pulled her scarf 
around her shoulders. "I'll go out 
the back way. Lib. It's closer and 
I'm tired." As she walked through 
the kitchen she noticed that the 
green pans were gone. 

"We do appreciate your coming out 
tonight, my dear," Mrs. Atkins bur- 
bled. She pushed her Red Cross head- 
dress down further over her broad 

Mrs. Lenson pumped Lib's hand 
and patted her shoulder, "Glad to 
have you. It doesn't do to sit home 
and pine." 

Meek Annie Thompson mumbled 
something about "burden of sorrow" 
and dabbed at her eyes. 

"She envied me my husband," 
thought Lib. Out loud she said. 
Thank you. I wanted to help if I 
could." She took the uniform Mrs. 
Atkins handed her. 

A little later Mrs. Lenson said, 
"You're so quick with your hands, 
Mrs. Seton. It's too bad you didn't 
come sooner." 

Lib didn't look up from the band- 
age she was rolling. "Blaine liked to 
have me stay at home in the even- 
ings. He liked someone to read the 
paper to." 

There were a few seconds of quiet 
in the room in respect for the whims 
of the dead and then the busy hum 
was resumed. 

They made a two night's quota of 
bandages that night and Lib heard 
about the Sacson twins and the new 
family on Dinton Street. Mrs. Nay- 
lor didn't invite Lib to her bridge 
party because she was still in mourn- 
ing but Lois Kennedy asked her to 
help with the Colonial Bazaar. 

"Yes, thank you, I'd love to," she 
had told Lois. 

The Bazaar was hard work but it 
was fun. She met many new people 
and renewed acquaintance with sev- 
eral old friends whom she hadn't 
seen much of since she married 

The week after the Bazaar Mrs. 
Seton called. She settled back into an 
easy chair. "I'm glad to see you look- 
ing better, Lib. I was worried about 
you — sitting up all night with Blaine 
and then the strain of the funeral." 
She looked at her daughter-in-law 
more closely. "Maybe it is the dress 
— you look well in black." 

Lib smoothed the heavy cr.epe. I 
know. Blaine never liked it on me. 
(Continued on page 16) 

Page Sixteen 


May 12, 1943 

Sure, I Miss Him! 

(Conti7iued jrom page 15) 

He said it was too drab. This is the 
first time I've had a blaclc dress since 
I was married." 

That night Lib sat cosily in bed. 
She nibbled a chocolate as she read 
the IVlcCall's. She used to read in bed 
before she was married. 

The telephone jangled beside the 
bed. She gulped a mouthful of pep- 
permint patty and lifted the re- 
ceiver. "Yes? — Oh hello, Martha. 
You've been away for months. When 
did you get in? . . . Yes it was sad. 
It all happened so quickly . . . Yes, 
yes I miss him!" 

She talked a while longer and made 
a date for luncheon the next day. 
As she hung up, the clock on the 
mantel chimed ten. Lib chose a cara- 
mel and snuggled down against the 

"Sure, I miss him," she assured 

The Gate 

(Continued from page 14) 
"I guess. If Mother says so." 
"I'm glad." Sally was rambling 
now, drowsy again. "I like to swim. 
And I can, too. I'm better than you 
are, I bet." 

Margaret kicked her foot. "You go 
to sleep." She hunched down a little 
in the bed as the cool wind blew 
across her face. 

She watched the curtains flap, as 
they flapped every night. She heard 
the shepherd clock, ticking its way 
towards morning. She heard the gate, 
creaking back and forth in the front 
yard. Everything was the same, but 
with one difference: now the gate 
said nothing. Margaret listened des- 
perately for the reassuring "All right, 
all right," but she heard only the 
creaking of an unoiled hinge. It was 
then she realized, dimly, that the 
gate had spoken for the last time, 
that it would never again speak to 
her alone. She had stepped beyond 
its comfort, and would never return 
to it. It still creaked, the breeze still 
blew the curtains, and the night 
clouds still rose high in the sky, but 
now she knew that they were only 
clouds, and that the castles and moun- 
tains were gone forever. Tears waited 
behind her eyelids and she turned to 
her sister. Sally lay with her head 
pillowed on one arm, sleeping quietly. 
The tears still glistened faintly, in 
the moonlight on her cheeks. 

Sally is only eight, she thought. 
And she stared at the moonbeams 
on the wall, listening to the gate as 
it swung on and on. 


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Vol. XXIII Pennsylvania College for Women, Pittsburgh, Pa., October 20, 1943 

No. 1 

Page Two 


October 20, 1943 


Pennsylvania College for Women 
Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Subscription $1.00 per year in advance 


National Advertising Service, Inc. 

College Publishers Representative 
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Editorial Staff 

Co-Editors J Ann McClymonds, '44 

I Helen Smith '44 

Business Manager He'en Robinson, 45 

News Editor E\ elyn Glick, '44 

Feature Editor Louise Flood. '45 

Proof Reader Martha Harlan. '44 

Special Representative Jean Bac-n, '44 

Make-Up Editor Martha Cox, '45 

Cover by Helen Robinson, '45 

Ne-ws Staff 

Martha Coate, Marjorie Couch. Nancy Herdt, Peggy Korb. Doro- 
thy Rail, Doris Sisler, Martha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

Pat Cochran, Alice Craig, Mary Lou Egan, Sybil Heimann, Phyl- 
lis Jones, E. King, Martha McKee. Jane Meub, Jane Wilson. 


Mary Lou Egan. Lucy Dorsey, Mary Lou Oesterling, Nancy Sho- 
walter. Doris Sisler. 

(This staff is only temporary; permanent staff members will be 
announced in the next issue i. 

Tomorrow and Tomorrow . . . 

. . . and tomorrow creeps a petty thief in our midst 
and campus anger and disgust at her follies rear their 
ugly heads in daily increasing portions. 

At least sixty dollars in cash and an expensive watch 
have been stolen from Andrew Mellon and Woodland 
Halls. As if these thefts failed to bring enough ignominy 
upon our heads — several pieces of woolen clothing con- 
tributed to the Greek War Relief were taken. So deeply 
ingrained in us is our Honor System that collection boxes 
for such articles must now be kept in Miss Weigand's 

The efficiency of our laws and their enforcement is 
based upon and dependent upon the student body. The 
activity of our Honor Committee Chairman is, conse- 
quently, frustrated when student cooperation is nil. A 
one man man-hunt is pretty stiff even for a PCW 
B. W. O. C. 

Surely we are old enough to realize that suspicion 
and doubt are parasitic values not to be indulged, and 
cautious enough to think and act accordingly. However, 
public opinion is a sturdy weapon and a democratic one. 
A healthy hatred of all that falls beneath the standards 
of honor and decency never harmed the men who own- 
ed it. 

On one occasion money was taken in Woodland Hall 
after visiting hours, thereby partially tightening the 
range of guilt. Nevertheless, the fact that there is one 
foolish girl among us only enhances the possibility 
of two. Be not smug, fellow students. The noose is not 
yet properly adjusted. Above all, report losses and re- 
port suspicions. Gossip may be the Arrow's most widely- 
read column but, spinning rampant, as gossip has a way 

of doing, it hits various and sundry mistaken points be- 
fore the goal is met. 

In parting, may we suggest — don't suspect a friend, 
but when she enters your boudoir make sure she is ac- 

To Freshmen ... 

The word welcome is as trite in the life of a Fresh- 
man as Merry Christmas is on December 25 and probably 
not so inspiring. With your permission, we shall refrain 
from further desecration of the word and, perhaps, 
further boredom of all concerned. 

When you uninitiated ones pulled the veil of dark- 
ness over prep-school days and set foot upon the PCW 
campus you fell headlong into a labyrinth of more or 
less traditional traditions. More or less, we say, be- 
cause two sequential occurrences of somewhat similar 
acts by individuals or by a group may become a tradi- 
tion. You may not be able to distinguish, at first, wliich 
curricular and extra-curricular activities are the children, 
of habit and which are fad and fashion. This art is 
either fabulous or reserved to alumnae of long-standing. 
But, bear up. By your Senior year you may have an 
inkling of the instincts which govern college years. 

When you begin to recognize such symptoms you have 
come of age and your college has become your alma 


When you cross the threshold of your chosen church 
ten minutes after the service has begun on Sunday morn- 
ing, you gallop down the aisle as if it were the last lap 
of a race course. You shout at friends occupying the 
pew farthest from you and wave your purse in imitation 
of semaphore. Then, with much ado, you decide in which 
pew you'd like to sit, changing your mind and your 
chessis accordingly and chatting the while. 

After disposing of gloves, slipping off new pumps, and 
dropping the hymnal on the floor in an attempt to find 
what evei-yone is singing, you relax, look around, and 
interspei-se the lines of the sacred song with comments 
on the ministerial robes and hair cut. Throughout the 
sermon you knit, catch a few winks, or exchange quips 
with your neighbor. 

You cringe at this picture of illicit etiquette and yet 
your conduct in our own chapel during services, re- 
ligious or otherwise, is so comparable that it supercedes 

The chapel may not be the sanctum sanctorum but the 
programs held in it are no less deserving of attention. 
Speakers are chosen not to benefit the faculty or admin- 
istration, but for you, with your interests, likes, and dis- 
likes in mind. If there is a speaker you particularly 
want to bring to PCW, if you have any suggestions to 
offer, the chapel committee is always ready to do its 
best. This chapel is your chapel, the programs your pro- 
grams. Consider them so and remember not to laugh 
and talk when entering, especially if the organ is play- 
ing. Don't knit or sleep during the services and please 
don't be late. 

October 20, 1943 


Page Three 


Mountain Day 

When Mohammed couldn't go to 
the mountain but had the mountain 
come to him, he didn't l^now what he 
was starting! For the second year 
(last year's A A president Janet Ross 
instituted the reversal on campus) 
Mountain Day became Mohammed 
Day on Saturday, October 9, and 120 
student and faculty members climb- 
ed to the hocliey field for lunch and 
an afternoon's entertainment. 

To start the afternoon's activities, 
the traditional milk-drinking contest 
was again held, with representatives 
from each class, and last year's win- 
ner Dean Marks representing the 
faculty, steeling themselves to the 
ordeal of emptying a milk-filled coke 
bottle via a nipple. According to 
particinants it was a real struggle, 
for nipples just aren't what they used 
to be. The necessai-y war-time sub- 
stitution of plastic for rubber nipples 
caused the contestants to unanimous- 
ly asree that if nothing else, babies 
of today would at least have harder 
gums. Winner of the pseudo-aca- 
demic contest was Senior entrant, 
Betty Brown. 

A special tumbling act was then 
presented, highlighted by Miss Mac- 
lachlans' somersaulting over five 
girls and AA president Jean Risau- 
mont's fancy acrobatics. After that, 
the SonViomores defeated the Fresh- 
men and the Juniors defeated the 
Seniors playing Human Croquet. 
Faculty members Mrs. Dickey and 
Miss Maclachlan then defeated the 
challenging Juniors in a slightly al- 
tered version of the same game. 

The main attraction of the after- 
noon . was. of course, the annual 
mushball game between faculty 
members and students. Spurred on 
by "Lefty" Maclachlan's and "Big 
Poison" Snencer's hitting, the faculty 
trounced the students to the tune of 
twelve to three. Taking up the Dodg- 
er's promise, students could be heard 
calling back, "Wait 'til next year" as 
they disanpeared into Woodland Hall 
or down the road. 


The hockey season opens in full 
stick-wielding sv/ay on October 20. 
The Seniors meet the Juniors on that 
date and rumor promises an exciting 
first game. On Thursday, 21, the 
Freshmen battle the Sophomores. If 
one or more teams survive the ordeal 
the games will progress accordingly. 


On Thursday, November 4, the 
various classes will compete for the 
first time this year. On that day the 
Freshmen will be officially welcomed 
as a class and the traditional five 
pound box of candy will be awarded 
the winning songbirds. Since the 
Freshmen broke a precedent by cop- 
ping the prize last year, everyone is 
eagerly awaiting the results of this 
year's contest. The ceremony will 
begin with a Junior and Freshman 
procession, after which the Fresh- 
man chairman will be named. The 
class of '47 will then receive their 
colors from Alice Craig, Marion 
Swannie, and Polly Wilson. 

The contest will be judged by the 
following members of the faculty: 
Dr. Montgomery, Mr. Collins, Miss 
Held, Miss Maclachlan, and Miss 
Kramer. They will choose one of the 
three songs. The Song of the Dragon, 
Hail to Pennsylvania, or We Sing 
Hi-Ho, to be sung by each class. 
Each class will then sing one wholly 
original song and one song with 
original words. The Juniors will also 
sing a special song to their sister 

Those secret meetings in the Draw- 
ing Room have really been getting 
things accomplished under the lead- 
ership of the various song commit- 
tees: Seniors, Mary Lou Reiber, Lou 
Arm Isham, Dale Kirsopp, Dorcas 
Leibold, Jean Waldie, and Lillian 
Sheasby; Juniors, Virginia Ricks, 
Carolyn Cosel, Dorothy Firth, Nan- 
cy Herdt. and June Collins; Sopho- 
mores, Martha Yorkin. Janet Bovard, 
Rosalyn Savecka, Helen Parkinson. 
Eva Caloyer, Jean White; Freshmen, 
Frances Haverstick, Lois Ann De- 
Walt. Else Gregor, Tish Duff, Louise 
Baehr, Josephine McKenrik, Betty 
Fleck, and Jean Rambo. 


Scholarships in voice recently were 
awarded to both Else Greger and 
Anna Jane Goodwin. The scholar- 
ships entitle both Else and Anna 
Jane to one class lesson in voice per 
week, and require that they also 
add a course in theory to their sched- 
ule. The course in theory is required 
because the scholarship is intended 
to he'.p its winner become the best 
artist possible. 

Mu Sigma Contest 

Enthusiasts, here's your chance to 
get started this year. Dream up, in- 
vent, or copy (if it is centuries old) 
a super motto worthy of the products 
prepared by Mu Sigma. Chair- 
man Virginia Gray and her commit- 
tee are giving you a chance to win, 
without coupons, three of their prized 
products . . . one jar of vanishing 
cream, one of cleansing cream, and 
one of cold cream. All you have to 
do is enter your motto in the con- 
test by the twenty-ninth of this 

The girls make these products 
for us in their own spare time. All 
the receipts go to the awards given 
on Moving-Up Day. A $25 scholar- 
ship is given to a Senior whose major 
is chemistry and a $25 scholarship to 
one with a biology major. New 
members sharing in Mu Sigma activ- 
ities were tapped on Matriculation 
Day this year. They are Lois Alls- 
house, Jane Beck, Grace Benner, June 
Collins, Audrey Heston, Lois Lutz, 
Marjorie Mayhall, Georgia Raynor, 
Edith Succop, Polly Wilson, Char- 
lotte Wray and Peggy Craig. 

The officers of Mu Sigma, spon- 
sored by Dr. Wallace, are president, 
Evelyn Glick; vice-president, Edith 
Succop; secretary, Betty Johnescu; 
and treasurer, June Collins. They 
have selected Ruth Lynch as chair- 
man for an initiation to be held at 
the end of this month. 

War Fund 

The United War Fund drive begins 
on October 18 and closes November 
5. The campaign workers on the 
PCW campus are: Director, Miss 
Dysart; Faculty and Staff, Mrs. 
Ayars, Miss Bair, Miss Kirk, Miss 
Kramer, Miss Piel, Miss Walker, Dr. 
Wallace; Seniors, Winifred Watson, 
Peg Johnson, Joanne Knauss, Betty 
Spierling, Ruth Weston; Juniors, June 
Collins, Pauline Basenko, Jean Dal- 
zell, Alice Demmler, Louise Flood, 
Marjorie Mayhall; Sophomores, Jean 
Purvis, Doris Fairfield, Jane Field, 
Sybil Heimann, Fran Hilbish, Mary 
Ann Letsche, Mickey McKee, Marie 
Rohrer, Helen Jane Shriner, Sally 
Lou Smith; Freshmen, Ann McClel- 
land, Ruth Arnold, Anne Dalzell, 
Margaret Dodge, Marianne Hamilton, 
Catherine Henderson, Joan Kauf- 
mann, Grace Longbach, Barbara Ma- 
son, Gene Wallace; workers in build- 
ings and on grounds, Mr. O'Neal, 
Sadie Waddell. 

Page Foul 


October 20, 1943 



Impressive Matriculation was held 
Monday, October 4, and ninety-eight 
Freshmen and thirty-four transfers 
were welcomed officially and hos- 
pitably by an alumnae representative, 
by student leaders of SGA, YW, and 
AA, and by Mrs. Charles Spencer, 
class of 1883. Miss Marks did the 
honors for the faculty, mentioning 
some statistics about the new stu- 
dents. Ten members of the Junior 
class received Sophomore honors, 
awarded to those having the highest 
academic standing for the first two 
years of college work. So acclaimed 
were Lois AUshouse, Grace Benner, 
Peggy Chantler, Carolyn Cosel, Alice 
Demmler, Lois Lutz, Virginia Ricks, 
Edith Succop, Marion Swannie, and 
Pauline Wilson. 

Climax of the proceedings was Doc- 
tor Spencer's talk, "The Extra Mile." 
He added this new freedom to the 
four already familiar — the freedom 
to go the extra mile, to do just a bit 
more than is necessary. Only so, he 
said, can we be sure of victory, of 
peace, and of our way of life. 

Faculty Reception 

students were guests of the fac- 
ulty on Wednesday, October 6, at a 
reception in Andrew Mellon Hall. 
Dean Helen Marks and Dr. and Mrs. 
Herbert Spencer were in the re- 
ceiving line, as guests called between 
two-thirty and four-thirty. This 
year, old students found almost as 
many new faculty members to meet 
as did the Freshmen and transfers. 
Some faculty members even admitted 
they hadn't yet met others on the 

Hood and Tassel members assisted 
in the serving. Miss Lillie B. Held 
was in charge of the music, and Miss 
Mary Shamburger planned the dec- 
orations. Mrs. Park made general 

YW Party 

Ruth Jenkins Allen headed the 
management of the Get-Acquainted 
Party held in the chapel on Friday, 
October 1. The theme was "Skunk 
Hollow" and appropriate dancing was 
directed by Lester Shaeffer from the 
Soho Community House. Ruth was 
assisted by Gladys Heimert, Sally 
Meanor, Betty Johnescu, Nancy 
Herdt, and Marilou Haller. Pauline 
Basenko provided accordion music. 


Wednesday, October 20 — Chapel 
speaker: Rev. John C. Smith; 
YW Meeting — Speaker: Miss 
Carolyn Allen — 2:30 in Berry 
HaU Drawing Room. 

Friday, October 22— Chapel: Dr. 
Marcus A. Spencer. 

Monday, October 25 — Chapel: Lt. 
(j. g.) Josephine Campbell. 

Thursday, November 4 — Chapel: Col- 
or Day. 

Friday, November 12 — Chapel: Dr. 
Harry Van Walt. 

Tuesday, November 16 — Chapel: Mr. 
Robert P. Tristram Coffin. 

Friday, November 22 — Chapel: Mrs. 
Shupp. • 

Hood and Tassel 

At a meeting before the adjourn- 
ment of school last spring, the mem- 
bers of Hood and Tassel who were 
tapped on Moving-Up Day elected 
their officers for this year. Ruth 
Jenkins Allen has assumed her duties 
as president, and on her executive 
committee are Patty Leonard, vice- 
president; Ann McClymonds, secre- 
tary, and Martha Mc CuUough,. treas- 

Miss Irma Ayres, of the home 
economics department, has accepted 
the position of adviser to the so- 
ciety. At a Retreat last spring and 
an early meeting this fall the mem- 
bers, in consultation with tlieir fac- 
ulty associates, laid plans for their 
participation in the year's school 

Frosh Talent 

The class of '47, largest in PCW's 
history, boasts an abundance of mu- 
sical talent. Josie Wagner has 
played violin with the Johnstown 
Symphony for three years and Louise 
Baehr, also a violinist, was judged 
by Franciscotti the winner of a com- 
petitive contest. In voice are Else 
Greger, who won the Freshman 
scholarship, and Jane Campbell who 
has been contralto soloist in the Car- 
negie Presbyterian Church for sev- 
eral years. Elizabeth Fleck and 
Gorgiana Gilliland excell in the field 
of dancing. Dorothy Sampson turns 
her talents to piano and organ. The 
arrival of these artists on campus 
holds promise for a year of excellent 


In an atmosphere of candlelit rev- 
erence, the new members of the 
YWCA were officially recognized at 
the chapel service on October 13. 

Vice President Betty Johnescu led 
the service while President Sally 
Meanor told the story of the paint- 
ing, Hands in Prayer, by Albrecht 
Duerer, emphasizing the theme of 
service. The cabinet, dressed in tra- 
ditional white, sat on the platform. 
Familiar strains of Master, Walk 
With Me and We Are Building ac- 
companied the lighting of candles by 
the new members. 

Pennsylvanian Work 

Organization of the Pennsylvanian 
is proceeding steadily under the di- 
rection of Patty Leonard, editor; 
Jane Meub, assistant editor; Joanne 
Knauss, business manager; Patty 
Smith and Louise Flood, feature ed- 
itors; Barbara Findley and Peggy 
Chantler, activities editors; Nancy 
Maxwell, advertising editor; and 
Dorcas Leibold, photographic editor. 

Patty Leonard and her staff were 
working even before school started. 
All the class pictures have been 
taken and some of the engraving has 
already gone to the printers. 

Big and Little Sister Dance 

Saturday, October 23, has been an- 
nounced as the date of the YWCA 
Big and Little Sister Dance. 

Ruth Jenkins Allen has been ap- 
pointed aeneral chairman; Martha 
Coate will have charge of decora- 
tions, and Betty Spierling of tickets 
and music. 

The dance will be held in the 
chapel from nine until twelve o'clock. 
Big Sisters can buy tickets for 1.00 
per couple plus tax on Friday, Oc- 
tober 22. 

Ruth Jenkins Allen will head the 
receiving line with Miss Marks, Mrs. 
Hansen and Sally Meanor. 

YW Retreat 

YW Retreat this year was held in 
the Conover Room in Andrew Mellon 
Hall on Monday, September 20. It 
had been hoped that it could be held 
at a camp near Warrendale, Penn- 
sylvania, but transportation difficul- 
ties prevented this. 

The meeting lasted all day and the 
Cabinet and the advisers Dean Marks 
and Mrs. Hansen were present. Plans 
for the coming year were discussed. 

October 20, 1943 


Page Five 



It was 10:25 A. M. — time for luncli. 
So the Arrow Reporter snatched the 
brown paper bag from her locker, 
ate two peanut butter and jelly sand- 
wiclies, a hardboiled egg, a piece of 
Boston cream pie, a tomato, choked 
a coke, and dashed to chapel. 

It was 10:27 A. M., and the chapel 
was all settled down for a long win- 
ter's sleep. There was no noise, not 
even the organ, not even the radia- 
tors, only the tip-toeings of the 
scribe's number 18's as they clomped 
towards the rear of the room. 

"Hey," whispered a voice in loud 
staccato, "where are you tearing to? 
You don't sit behind those pillars any 
more. You're a woman now — in tire 
Junior class no less!" 

"So I am," murmured the Reporter, 
as she clomped back to tlie front and 
crawled into one of the chairs. The 
hymn had now begun, but the Ar- 
roworl^er was silent due to a sudden 
attack of laryngitis. After the musical 
Amen, announcements were made of 
things to come, but the Arrowriter 
heard none of them — she was too 
much occupied in observation of her 
classmates around her. Each of them 
was as straight as if she were sitting 
for a Daguerreotype, and as noiseless 
as a giraffe with a sore throat. 

"Why the quiet, and straight 
backs?" she whispered "Has the Du- 
Barry Success course finally caught 
up with us?" 

"Sh! ' shshed the whole Junior class 
like a choo-choo, "Look to your left 
and you wouldn't ask such stupid 

The reporter looked to her left and 
snapped her head back again. She sat 
up straight and narrow and joined 
the silence of the Junior part of the 
room. The Faculty was to the left, 
big as life and twice as alarming! 

"You see now," whispered the bas- 
so of a Junior, "why we listen with 
both eyes open and all three feet on 
the floor!" 

"And we hear more things that 
way," said another, "Why we're reg- 
ular-sized Absorbine Juniors!" 

The Arrow gal ignored that last re- 
mark and slyly took another quick 
glance to the left. Many familiar 
blue-book dispensers were here and 
there, but there were so many new 
faces that the Reporter thought for 
a minute, "Gee, I musta taken the 
wrong bus!" But her presence of 
mind returned, and her intellectual 
curiosity got the better of her. She 
decided then and there to devote the 

rest of her natural afternoon to delv- 
ing into the biographies of the new 
faculty members — and this is what 
she found: 

In the psychology department is 
Miss Lois Kramer, A. B. from PCW, 
M. A. from University of Minnesota. 
She loves being on the other side of 
PCW (the better half— the faculty) 
but admits "she works a lot harder 
now than she did in her other period 
here." (Students are different now — 
we think). 

Another PCW graduate baclv as a 
faculty member is Miss Susan Wool- 
ridge of the chemistry department. 
Also in Buhl Hall, second floor, is Dr. 
(continued on page 6) 


Lower Fifth Avenue sports a new 
signboard which on one half shows 
a friendly American cop umpiring a 
bacli-lot baseball game for the kids, 
and on the other half a Nazi Gestapo 
agent menacing a little German girl 
as she opens the front door. Above 
it is the caption "Which would you 
rather have?" With this staring her 
in the face morning after morning, 
your Arrow reporter's conscience 
could no longer stand it and she de- 
cided in a moment of weakness to 
become a committee of one to "know 
your policemen." 

"What better place to start than 
Woodland Road?" she asked herself, 
and two days later, with courage 
mustered and knees knocking, she 
timidly approached the policeman 
who was passing the time of day with 
the mailman. Having conversed with 
a policeman just once before in her 
life, and then to unsuccessfully ex- 
(continued on page 14) 

Short Wave 

Miss Vera L. Ivlowry, district rep- 
resentative of the Penn State Ex- 
tension School here at PCW, will 
leave on October 20 for the WAVES 
Officer Candidate School at Smith 
College, Northampton, Mass. She 
came here as Doctor Spencer's Secre- 
tary when he became president and 
resigned in 1941 to become the act- 
.■ng head of the defense school here. 

Her activities in education circles 
were numerous. She attended Frick 
Training School and was president 
of its Alumnae Association. 


Have you seen any mysterious 
shadows this semester flitting back 
and forth from the Art Room in the 
Library to the library in the Science 
Building? I thought at first I was 
seeing the ghosts of some old PCW 
girls, for the shadows moved silently 
and swiftly, without looking right or 
left. Just then, two shadows floated 
past me, and the autumn breeze 
wafted back the words "Glenn Mar- 
tin." I grabbed pad and pencil and 
raced after them, catching the last 
shadow just before it slipped into the 
Science library. The shock of the 
impact was terrific, for I contacted 
flesh and blood, and had the sleeve 
of a heavy wool coat in my clutch. I 
gasped, and all the ghosts in the 
library laughed, and changed into 
very normal, serious-eyed young 

"We're the Glenn Martin girls," 
they chanted gaily, and proudly, too, 
for Glenn Martin is the oldest air- 
craft factory in the United States. I 
felt small and useless, chewing on my 
pencil m the midst of all those girls 
training for Uncle Sam. 

They were of all sizes and ages, 
ranging in age from eighteen to for- 
ty. A varied group, representing all 
walks of life: high-school graduates, 
college students and graduates, busi- 
ness girls. Some of the girls have had 
training in flying. Selected on a basis 
of scholarship from the tri-state area, 
the girls are being paid while in 
school — not a bad idea. On being 
told that thirty-seven hours a week 
are spent in classes, I fell off the 
table, without enough time to do so 
gracefully. The girls were nice, 
though, and put me on a chair. 

"What do you study?" I croaked, 
ever-awed. They told me that there 
are four courses: mathematics, draft- 
in?, manufacturing processes and 
materials, and mechanics. One night 
a week the girls go to the South Vo- 
cational School. "Oh," I murmured, 
as I had visions of blood, sweat, and 
tears. All the girls seemed to agree 
that they like worl-^ing and studying 
at PCW. Theirs is a fifteen-week 
course, at the end of which the girls 
will leave Pittsburgh for Baltimore, 
where they will study for three 

"Tell the PCW girls that we are 
all very interested in what we are 
doing," one of those hard-working 
wonders said. 

Page Six 


October 20, 1943' 



"Our eyes have seen the coming of 

the National Defense; 
We are ousted from our classes, we 

are putting up pup tents." 

Well, not yet; but PCW was almost 
caught with only part of a faculty 
this semester. The call to the colors 
instead of to the classroom drew some 
of our teachers into service. 

Dr. Helen Calkins, instead of show- 
ing PCW girls how to juggle ration- 
points, is teaching mathematics to 
pre-flight cadets at the University of 
Minnesota. (No, girls, you may not 
be transferred to that school.) Do- 
ing secret, secret work in Washing- 
ton, D. C, is Dr. Marion Griggs, 
whose present home is in Falls 
Church, Virginia. 

Another war-worker is Dr. Allen 
W. Scholl, now a senior research 
physicist for the Firestone Rubber 
company in Akron, Ohio. Dr. Scholl 
has the delightful task, a "new one" 
for him — training classes of girls. 

OS to the Navy, and perhaps to see 
at least America, is Miss Eleanor J. 
Graham, now a WAVE. Off to see 
the world, too, are Miss Margaret 
Robb, an assistant field director with 
the Red Cross, and Miss Helen G. 
Errett, also with the Red Cross. In 
the same organization way down in 
Camp McCain, Mississippi, is Miss 
Marion E. Laskey. She is doing rec- 
reation work at the Station Hospital. 
(Stop sighing, you "Angels of Mer- 
cy"; we have recreation here, too.) 

Still interested in the cause of 
college training, Dr. Dorothy A. 
Shields has returned to Goucher Col- 
lege, this time as Dean of Admissions 
and as a teacher. 

Enjoying the pleasures of home 
life without flocks of adopted "class- 
room children," are Mrs. Olive O. 
Harris and Mrs. Jean W. Bishop. Dr. 
Dorothy M. Andrew is living in Min- 
neapolis. Perhaps with a yen for 
the kitchen and the hearth. Miss 
Dorothy Barnes "up and got married" 
on October 6 — and, we hope, will live 
happily ever after. 

So, my children, we have wel- 
comed a new group of faculty mem- 
bers. We will miss those who have 
gone. We may see some of them go 
marching by, with epaulets, or gold 
braid, or overalls, in this war-year 
of 1943. We may not be singing 
"Glory, glory, hallelujah!", but we 
will know that "Defense is here to 


Coupled with the generous increase 
in the number of members in the 
Freshman class there has been a sky- 
rocketing of the number of transfers 
entering this school year. Thirty- 
four students coming from twenty- 
six different schools, have entered 
the upperclass ranks: sixteen in the 
Sophomore class, fifteen in the Junior, 
and three in the Senior. 

The list of the schools from which 
the girls transferred is quite exten- 
sive; Allegheny College leads the 
group by providing six of the trans- 
fers, is followed by Carnegie Tech, 
Edgewood Park, and Ohio Wesleyan, 
with two each. Twenty-two other 
schools were left by the transferring 
group, among them Bucknell Univer- 
sity, University of Wisconsin, West- 
ern Reserve University, Texas Tech 
College and Muskingum College. 

The transfers are — Sophomores: 
Cleo Bennett, Susan Campbell, Helen 
Chesrown, Helen Croak, Audrey 
Divvens, Mary Lu Egan, Grace Haas, 
Patricia Hensch, Helen Hunter, Kath- 
ryn Lowe, Evelyn Matthews, Ouida 
McGehee, Grace Savage, Virginia 
Sommerfeld, and Jean White. Jun- 
iors: Betty Beglinger, Barbara Col- 
lins, Doris Depp, Harriet Fleming, 
Ruth Ford, Barbara Hansen, Janet 
Harkness, Dorothy Lind, Lois Long, 
Carolyn Morgan, Elizabeth Rusbasan, 
Elizabeth ShoUar, Mary Louise Thies, 
Helen Truxal, and Sally Ann Whit- 
ney. Seniors; Virginia Speer Bald- 
win, Evelyn McLaughlin Knox, and 
Jean Waldie. 

New Faces 

(continued from page 5) 
Thomas F. Jacoby (pronounced ge- 
ko-be; spell it with a "Y") Lehigh 
man (A. B., M. A. & Ph. D.) In 
Buhl Hall, first floor, is Miss Kath- 
ryn Challinor (Allegheny A. B., Uni- 
versity of Kentucky, M. A.) who is 
Dr. Martin's new assistant. 

Mrs. Clayton Gill, assistant French 
instructor, is a graduate of Hope Col- 
lege, Netherlands, and received her 
Master's Degree at Michigan. 

The Speech Department has three 
new Faculty Members. Mrs. George 
B. Kimberly, Acting and Costuming 
instructor, and head of the PCW "lit- 
tle" theater, is no stranger to college 
— Irom Carnegie Tech Drama School, 
she is already known here as "Kim's 
wife." Mrs. Skinner, also from C. 
I. T. Drama Department, is teach- 
ing Speech Correction. Also in Speech 
Department is Mrs. Robert Ferguson 
(A. B., Emerson; M. A., Pitt — grad- 
uate study at Yale and University of 
Freeburg, Germany). 

Much impressed by the large 
Freshman enrollment in mathematics 
is Mrs. Robert Seitz (A. B., Wilson; 
graduate study, Cornell and Bryn 

(continued on page 14) 
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October 20, 1943 


Page Seven 


K. P. 

Being caught in the draft no long- 
er is a man's exclusive prerogative. 
PCW has incorporated one its very 
own. Said draft is all inclusive in 
its scope, omitting neither wordly 
Seniors nor bright-eyed Freshmen. 
The area of Woodland Hall especially 
is the scene of bustling activity. The 
noise of squeaky sweepers may be 
heard echoing and re-echoing through 
its lofty halls at various hours of 
night and day as we clean our rooms 
undaunted by a week's collection of 
Pittsburgh grime. Several of us have 
even taken over the delivery of 
Uncle Sam's mail, while the rest — 
ah, yes, the rest — are working in 
that territory so exclusively reserved 
for womankind — the kitchen. There 
you can see our debs bedecked in the 
po-^ular floor-length apron consci- 
entiously scraping scraps off dirty 
dishes and slinging 'em into the dish- 
washer. And after dinner each day, 
a sturdy student efficiently wields the 
mop. Around and about, sundry oth- 
ers scrub away at the dinner trays 
until they positively glow. Ah, but 
Ibis 1= not all. The rest of us. in fact 
the greater part of us, are learning 
how to sling the proverbial hash. 
SpeakinCT from short experience, let 
us describe for you this seemingly- 
simple operation. 

First of all, you learn to balance 
s tray heavily loaded with beef, 
peas, pravy, and mashed potatoes on 
your rio-ht shoulder while you shove 
the kitchen door ooen with the so- 
handy portion of the anatomy, the 
derriere, and second, you wend your 
merry way to your table, no doubt 
the one in the corner farthest from • 
the kitchen. Having accomplished 
this without spilling too much gravy 
down the hostess' back, you can 
breathe a sigh of relief and prepare 
yourself for the next ordeal. It's not 
long in coming. The hostess, beam- 
ing wickedly, says something that 
sounds very much like, 

"Eleven milks, please." 

"Eleven?" you query in that what- 
are-you-talking-about tone, knowing 
full well that there are either only 
ten people at this table or that your 
bacteriology really has got you go- 

"Yes," she smiles placidly, "I'd 
like two." 

"She'd like two." you mutter under 
your breath as you hurry to the 
kitchen. What you'd like to say 
shouldn't be said to a dog. 

Once Viack in the kitchen, you try 

desperately to dip your milk without 
spilling it over the side of the glass, 
but after you've spilled the sixth 
one, you know this is impossible. 
You fill the glasses and sit down. 
Evidently this is a grave mistake, for 
some thirsty soul wants a drink of 
water. As soon as you procure this, 
refills are in order. All in all, you 
have at least ten minutes to eat your 
own dinner before dessert time rolls 
around. After dessert comes coffee — 
is there never any end? Yes, after 
the coffee is finished and they tell 
their little joke about the midget who 
went to the undertaker for a short 
bier all over again, they politely 
shove back their respective chairs 
and leave the clearing-up to you. 
And pretty soon, believe it or not, 
you're all done — until the next time. 
You'd feel fine, too, if it weren't for 
that gnawing feeling in the pit of 
your stomach. You couldn't be hun- 
gry, could you? 


Huge numbers of gallant PCWitss 
have heaved to the winds the torches 
they've been lugging around for years 
and lowered the thermostat to a slow 
broil. Poetically spealcing, they've 
become one-man women. 

It's no longer sharp to tow a brace 
of swooning males in one's wake. 
Woo takes place over distances of six 
to ten thousand miles, and several 
censors act as go-betweens. Cor- 
respondence, of course, must be 
swathed in devotion, but feminine in- 
terest is more easily captivated if the 
young man goes native, scorns the 
idea of decent haberdashery, and re- 
fuses to again assume the luxuries of 
home. It is also helpful if he will 
send home some ancient bits of plas- 
ter to be framed as wall plaques, or, 
perhaps, and Egyptian version of the 
fascinator. The rudder of a Jap 
bomber may also turn the trick. 

Times have changed. So must our 
ideas of romance. In lieu of pea;e, 
however, let's control ourselves. 
Summer Spent . . . 

in ring gathering and wool gather- 
ing produced a balmy, beamy stu- 
dent body this fall. Ringing in are 
Portia Geyer. IVlary Lou Reiber, Patty 
Smith. Mary Jane Youngling, Marion 
Monks, and Frosh Joan Kaumann. 
Strange — but the glamour of it all 
never pales one whit. 
Second Step 

Ruth Jenkins I-do'd in June — it's 
Mrs. Allen, to you. Arrow ed Ann 
(continued on page 9) 


The Arrow editors, being muchly 
be-shuffled by life in general and 
this publication in particular, have 
enlisted the aid of a contact-man. She 
operates under the title of Special 
Representative and upon the execu- 
tion of her duties depends the to-be- 
or-not-to-be of the Arrow. She was 
chosen on the basis of constancy, de- 
pendability, solidity, and, above all, 
personal appeal. From experience the 
editors have found that their habit- 
ually rugged approach of people and 
things in the line of duty doesn't al- 
ways accomplish the necessary ends. 
Consequently, the situation will be 
attacked from a new angle. The ap- 
proach must be one of unsubtle 
straight-forwardness and, cardinally, 
one of delicacy and finesse. Who 
could take such stringent require- 
ments in her stride, dear readers, but 
Jean Bacon, the "chosen one"? (For 
this indescribable service, Jean, we 
love you tenderly. Ye Eds.) 

"But let my due feet never fail to 
walk the studious cloisters pale," said 
P. Smith to Nancy Maxwell on the 
memorable night of October 12. For 
on that night until the wee hours of 
the morning the occupants of the 
second-floor wing of Woodland Hall 
were preparing their inner sanctum 
for the '43-'44 term. These cherubs, 
commonly called Bell's Angels, erect- 
ed an over-bearing edifice at the 
threshold of the wing, complete with 
proctor, guards, and entrance re- 
quirements. Miss Marks, by special 
invitation, viewed the whole with ap- 
parent approval. Watch for future ac- 
tivities of "Bell's Angels on de Ball." 
* * * 

For years, positively years, we have 
been searching more or less con- 
sciously for an ideal radio program. A 
program not designed to enrich the 
swirling tides of the imagination, to 
deepen the wells of knowledge, or in- 
fluence the trend of philosophic 
thought. A program which does not 
attempt to delve into the private af- 
fairs of the Jones family or of a 
couple of super-romantic lovers nam- 
ed Smith who are bounced around on 
the turbulent seas of life. A program 
which doesn't encourage housewives 
to swoon at the idea of using a com- 
petitive brand of granulated soap. 
And lastly, a program that leaves us 
en the verge of hysteria without the 
repetitive use of puns. Listen to Bob- 
by Hookey next Sunday night at 
10:^5. Moral: buy bonds. 

Page Eight 


October 20, 1943 


Mrs. Shupp Sppnking 

It gave us pause the other day 
when we were referred to — with 
certain others — as the old faculty. 
We had not for some time considered 
ourTelf either exactly young or ex- 
actly new, but we had never thought 
enough about it so that it gave us 

A=! a matter of fact, we have been 
a PCW girl for eight years, which is 
twice as long as we graced the cam- 
pus of the college which has the 
honor of being our Alma Mater. Two 
classes of which we were a member 
have remained here for their allotted 
span and then gone out into the wide 
world, leaving us to the round of 
days beginning with Matriculation 
Day, Mountain Day, Color Day and 
ending — at least so far it has end- 
ed — with Moving Up Day and Com- 
mcrcement Day. 

There has been progress in those 
eight years. Living here at PCW, 
coming up the hill every day. going 
to classes and turning in an absence 
slip and reserving books at the 
library — it seems that every day is 
liKe every other day and that the 
fall Drosram of 1943 is in minute 
detail like that of 1942 which was 
in minute detail like that of 1941. 
and so back to the mists of 1935 
which was the year we came. It 
seems that students make the same 
mistakes, write the same oapers, pro- 
duce the same ideas, flourish the 
same prejudices this year as last 
year, and as the year before that and 
before that. The organism hopefully 
known as the adolescent mind seems 
to be today pretty much what it was 

Thinking in larger terms, however, 
seeing PCW over an eiffht-year peri- 
od, we were aware that the place is 
in many ways different from the 
PCW of 1935. It is not only that in 
the course of those years the size of 
our campus has been doubled and 
we have acquired three new build- 
ings. And by the way, that is not a 
small achievement; a college does not 
double its campus every day in the 
week and Andrew Mellon, the Art 
Center and Fickes did not grow like 
mushrooms over night. The wide- 
eyed undergraduate looked once and 
they were not there; she looked again 
and they were. And so the college 
had new property! We venture to 
make the assertion, though quite 

without statistics, that PCW has been 
more fortunate in its program of ex- 
pansion than any comparable college 
within a radius of as many miles as 
you like, and that if we were to go 
back to 1935 we should realize that 
the-e were certain horse-and-buggy 
limitations in the pre-Mellon epoch. 

We hope, and sometimes we be- 
lieve, that in these eight years there 
ha^ been expansion in our thinking 
as well as in our campus. We have 
cnme through in that period a post- 
depression, and national election, the 
ore-Pearl Harbor tension and con- 
fusion, the opening discouraging 
phases of the war — to the present 
promise of victory. 

It is natural and right that this 
year wa should notice at PCW a 
predominant interest in the war and 
in the men who are fighting it. We 
believe that this college is doing a 
great deal for them; at least it is 
marrying them as rapidly as possible. 
It occurred to us, if an eight-year- 
old may have an opinion, that it 
would be a fitting expression of our 
interest if we should — now, in this 
year of the war — approximate here 
on ou" camous in terms of our own 
exrsrience the discipline, the cour- 
age, the ability-to-take-it of the 
cousins and friends and husbands 
and sweethearts who are in the ser- 

In other words, what about a 
rteady pressure of work this year? 
And as for social activities, let them 
be s-^ontaneous and functional, or 
1st them, not be. The empty social 
ge-iure ... as for us we think our 
time mi?ht be better spent at the 
Red Cross making bandages. 



An Optical Service 
That Satisfies 



Sport Glasses 

126 Sixth Street 
Pittsburgh, Pa. 


When ycu skimmed through the 
latest Mademoiselle did any of the 
fads strike your fancy? What about 
the new "turned-down-all-around" 
so't derby style hat? It's fine for 
ai^vtbinT from football eames to fish- 
ing. Did you notice those soft fabric 
gloves with kid trimming? They're 
a neat compromise between the fab- 
ric you like and the kid your moth- 
er says you should wear. And to 
make the gloves (and you) feel well- 
dressed, try a chunky gold bracelet 
and plain matching earrings. Take 
a quick look at Mademoiselle's col- 
lection of semi-tailored wool dresses, 
in sleepy shades of pale rose, coral, 
and moss green, and ponder the prac- 
tical Chesterfields that dot the pages. 
Give a few moments of your time to 
the good grooming hints; then shut 
the book and go oft on your own. 
That's the way fashions are born. 

Suppose you haven't seen him since 
June, and he gets in from Fort Bel- 
voir for Saturday evening. Improve 
your shining hour with a shining 
crown upon your lovely locks. Try 
a sequin cap, or fasten a tiny rhine- 
stone clio to your plain black velvet 
beanie. Bewitch him with yards of 
fluffy veiling, dotted with something 
that shines, but be sure it hangs 
down the back, not the front. This 
isn't India, you know, and unless the 
veil is short, put it, with Satan, be- 
hind you. 

If you miss the glamour of a for- 
mal date, add a pair of Cinderella 
dancing slippers to your dressiest 
black frock and hat, and they will 
■ make you feel as if you're back in 
the old days. The ones I saw were 
gold kid with platform soles and 
rhinestone-studded heels. Think what 
they'd do for your morale! For this 
same big evening, ask for a camellia, 
a pale pink one, when "What color 
is your dress?" enters the conversa- 
tion. Pin it on your purse instead of 
your shoulder or in your hair, and 
it won't wilt while you're dancing. 

Are you one of that poor benighted 
race that Dorothy Parker pities? For- 
get her cruel remarks, and trade 
your everyday glasses in for an 
after-dark pair tinted to match your 
costume. You may have your pre- 
scriotion lenses put in any number 
of becoming frames — square, oval, 
round, harlequin — in pale rose, pink, 
blue, and yellow. They're very be- 
coming and very novel. Ne^edless to 
say, the rose colored ones are the 
best for most types. 

October 20, 1943 


Page Nine 


Instead of rounding your shoulders 
and dislocating your arms, why don't 
you take a tip from the Harvard 
boys and invest in one of those dark 
green cloth bags that holds every- 
thing to transport your belongings 
back and forth to classes? They are 
very durable but almost weightless 
in themselves, a big advantage over 
a brief-case. Drop one of those new 
plastic note-books in, toss your books 
on top, and there you are. There is 
practically no limit to what you can 
transport in these handy contrap- 
tions; they're worth the investment. 

M L. E. 

Here and There 

(continued from page 7) 
McClymonds will, God and tlie train 
schedules permitting, be married in 
AMH on October 27. Patty Wright 
took one look at her Army man when 
he returned from Alaska, and decid- 
ed that educated bliss could wait 
. . . she'll be married next month. 
Ex-PCWomen Peg Bishop and Nancy 
Davidson will add that second ring 
soon. Jean Waldie, Senior transfer, 
is dithering (and aren't they all?) 
over her November plans. 

The Grads . . . 

who should know better by, now, 
have been caught in the same tide. 
Maybe "caught" is the wrong word 
— but anyway, Lib Esler, Peggy Sup- 
pes, Marigie Graham, and Nina Malay 
are all practicing writing their new 
married names. Jean Sweet should 
be a Mrs. by now, too. Amy McKay's 
new engagement glow belies her 
words that she'll "wait 'til the war's 

Also Note — 

That Anna Mae Devlin Lewis's 
elfin-like hair-do and young ma- 
tronly air are very becoming . . . 
that Eleanor St. Clair Hurtt would 
seem much-married, should we judge 
from the number of left-hand 
sparklers her husband has given her. 
It Had To Happen 

Cherub-faced Norma Bailey was 
quietly sitting in on her first practice- 
teaching assignment at Allderdice 
until the supervising teacher asked 
her if she spelled her name with a 
"y" or an "ey." "Ey" chirped Norma. 
The high school kids screamed with 
joy — "See! She can talk!" 
Mislaid . . . 

one woman's faith in hoomanity. 
Nancy Stauffer, aw if she weren't 
graying enough over her Honor Com- 
mittee post, had her fountain pen 

lifted by one of the little angels she's 
teaching. On the same day — her first, 
by the way — she caught a cute little 
iellow cheating. Now she's trying to 
instill some of the finer precepts of 
life into the dear creatures. 

They Say . . . 

that Sue Campbell swears all her 
Lieutenants are just family friends 
. . . that Mary Linn Marks Col- 
baugh's daughter, Betsy Linn, is go- 
ing to be as pretty as her PCW mam- 
ma and aunt . . . 

The Galloping Poll 

^shows that the art of pin-wearing 
has not died. Joan Harmes' pin used 
to belong to a Phi Gam . . . transfer 
Grace Savage treasures one from a 
Delt . . . Babs Gill wears "the 
brightest star in the Heavens" — a 
Beta shield . . . Helen Truxall had 
hers made into a ring — cute idea. 

Pictures Ain't Real 

but Mickey McCuUough's new one 
of Paul will do until the real thing 
gets home again . . . Peg Chantler 
brought back some sharp beach 
scenes from Northwestern — the Men 
(and she has two of 'em) look too 
good to be unattached. 

Things is looking up, kids ... if 
it weren't that we shrink from start- 
ing a stampede or something, we'd 
say in farewell— "GOOD HUNTING!" 

YW Cozies 

Just when the Freshmen began to 
think they couldn't squeeze in one 
more date on their calendars, another 
invitation popped up. This time it 
was for something different — a cozy. 

The very word "cozy" suggests 
something extra special and that is 
exactly what cozies are . . . they're 
the cozy, informal get-togethers giv- 
en by the YWCA cabinet members 
for new students. 

Freshman YW Advisor Anna Jane 
Goodwin made the plans for the five 
Cozies held October 13 and 14. 

Ins and Outs 

The Berry Hall cafeteria always 
has a very personable horseshoe cre- 
ated in the middle of the room, con- 
sisting not of roses, alas, but noisy, 
hungry girls. As you whip in di- 
rectly from your last morning class, 
don't add chaos to confusion. Other 
students are bent on getting their 
mid-day nourishment too, and loud 
talk, scurrying feet and pushing are 
only sad reminders that you went to 
high school. 

If you want to spare yourself em- 
barrassment, don't ask Mamie to save 
you a place in line. Even after the 
line has adjusted itself to you, the 
" angry mutterings will reach your 
ears until they tingle. 

Please don't share your tray with 
anyone if your appetite is reasonably 
healthy and you're not a math major. 
Otherwise, you'll create an account- 
ing complication worthy of Einstein. 
It's not fair when the line is held up 
for minutes while you and Mamie 
make change or bicker over which 
one of you wanted the Boston cream 

One more caution: Use the IN door 
to the kitchen, leave your tray, and 
depart through the OUT door, but 
don't be too sure of yourself. Some 
individual is sure to be coming at 
you from the other side, and whoever 
pushes the portal first is spared the 
black-eye. Approach that door with 
fear in your heart. You never know 
what's coming. 

Thanks to your future awareness, 
we know the cafeteria will be more 
comfortable at least, than Times 
Square on New Year's Eve. 

One battle won does not win 
a war. We've got tougher 
times ahead. 

Buy iVSore 
War Bonds 

for Freedom's Sake 


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Page Ten 


October 20, 1943 


EFFICIENCY EXPERT by JSancy Stauffer, '44 

"Thank the blessed Lord above, 
it's all over," sighed Mrs. Jim Blazier 
as she eased off her gabardine pumps 
and rubbed her lelt instep with a 
white gloved hand. 

"Yeah," agreed Mr. Jim Blazier, too 
tired to elaborate upon the statement. 
He hung the dog-eared "Do Not Dis- 
turb" sign on the brass doorknob. 
"Hope that dad-dratted chamber- 
maid keeps the vacuum off this floor 
tomorrow morning," he thought. 

"Without a hitch either, Jim. ' His 
wife smiled, remembering. "It was a 
beautiful wedding — well organized." 
Mrs. Jim was very conscientious 
about giving credit where credit was 
due. In fact, Mrs. Jim was conscienti- 
ous about everything. Carefully she 
stuck two long hat pins back into the 
band of her black straw hat, and 
sighed again, contentedly. As Jim 
scooped a handful of rice from his 
coat pocket he looked absentmind- 
edly at his wife. She was smoothing 
the heavy crepe bedspread with the 
careful hands of a "good housekeep- 
er." The women back in Shelby, 
Ohio, always spoke of a "good house- 
keeper" in a solemn tone, full of re- 
spect for the few estimable ladies 
who proudly bore the hard won title. 
Mrs. Jim was built like a pouter 
pigeon — well upholstered, as she 
laughingly termed her 180 pounds. 

"I'm not as thin as I used to be, 
either," Jim thought. His mind came 
back to the wedding this afternoon. 
Becky had picked a good boy. It 
was a relief. Before Mrs. Jim's sis- 
ter had died, she had asked them to 
take Becky to raise. Jim chuckled 
to himself. Sometimes it seemed as 
though Becky had raised them. "A 
young 'un in the house gives an old 
fogy a different slant on things," he 

Mrs. Jim's voice caught his atten- 
tion again. "Her mother would have 
been proud. Sis always said that she 
wanted Becky to have a big wedding. 
The HoUisters always have. Made 
it seem more important like and last- 
ing. Sis always said." 

Jim unbuttoned his vest. "Weren't 
never any divorces in the family." 
He sank carefully into a chaise 
lounge and you eould tell he wasn't 
used to propping his feet on satin 
cushions. "Can't realize that little 
Becky is married," he mused. "Seems 
like just yesterday she finished high 
school and went away to get a job. 
And here we are in California, two 
thousand miles from Ohio — at her 

wedding." He tore the wrapper from 
a five cent cigar. It had been a week 
before graduation when Becky ask- 
ed him about going away. He 
thought of that afternoon a year 
ago. It had been spring — the warmth 
of the sunshine had felt good be- 
tween his shoulder blades as he 
weighed a load of cracked grain for 
Silas Cromer. Spring was a good 
time in the little Ohio town. 

"Becky shore does look purty," 
Silas had commented as he helped 
tie the mouth of the sack. She did 
too, bright as a sunflower in her yel- 
low sweater, her brown hair tied 
back with a ribbon to match. 

"Hi, Uncle Jim," she called as she 
climbed up to the loading platform. 
"Need some help?" 

Jim heaved the feed into the back 
of the truck. "Just smile on my 
customers, baby. When they see 
ycu maybe I can sell them an extra 
bag o' feed." Silas chuckled in ap- 
preciation as he climbed into the 
driver s seat. 

Becky put her arm through her 
uncle's and pulled him towards the 
dusty office. "I'd like to have a con- 
ference with you, Uncle Jim." 

Jim knew she had something im- 
portant to say. Two little wrinkles 
appeared on her forehead when she 
was very much in earnest. "Spill it, 
baby." He lit a cigar and tipped back 
his chair. 

"I don't know just how to start — ." 
Becky was hesitant. "Before mother 
died, you remember, she said to come 
to you when I needed any advice." 

Jim nodded in encouragement. 

"I always have ,too " Becky con- 
tinued, "and now I want you to 
agree to something that is very im- 
portant to me." She gulped and 
plunged. "I ve got a job in Califor- 
nia and I'd like to leave next week." 

Sitting there in the little office, they 
had discussed it pro and con and Jim 
had finally consented. He knew his 
wife wouldn't like it but after Becky 
had talked to her a couple of times 
Mrs. Jim had thrown up her hands 
and said, "All right, Becky. All 
right. I guess you're old enough to 
decide for yourself. But I still don't 
trust those California wolves Bob 
Hope talks about." 

When Becky was hell-bent on get- 
ting something her own way she 
usually won. The next Tuesday 
morning she set out for Eldon, Cali- 
fornia, to work in an airplane fac- 
tory. From her letters it was easy 

to tell what was happening. She had 
a good job. "I'm general stooge to a 
specific stooge," she wrote, "but the 
stoog'in is worth $150 per." 

Jim could see now that it was like 
fate that she and Bill would meet. 
Those two were right for each other. 
Jim chuckled to himself. He re- 
membered Becky's letter telling about 
Bill and how sure Mrs. Jim had been 
that a California wolf had shown up 
at last. 

"He makes me mad — plain mad," 
she wrote. "The first time I saw him 
I was filing some letters in the bot- 
tom of the cabinet — " 

The door slammed shut but nobody 
in the office looked up. 

"Ought to be revolving doors," 
muttered Becky as she struggled with 
the bottom drawer. It was next to 
the floor and because it was hard to 
get to it always stuck. 

"That is what I mean, Mr. Hop- 
kins," a determined male voice as- 
serted. She glanced around the cab- 
inet and saw six feet of double 
breasted pin stripes and black curly 
hair standing beside the boss. He 
pointed at Becky who looked like an 
anim.ated jack-knife. "It's a dis- 
grace." He gestured towards 
Becky's prominent posterior. 

The drawer slammed and she came 
up talking, "I'm hired for my brains, 
not my lines, young man." She bang- 
ed a portfolio on the desk. "Who do 
you think you are? Most men ap- 
preciate a size twelve." 

Mr. Hopkins cleared his throat. 
"Miss Hollister, this is Mr. Fairfax, 
our efficiency expert. He will be 
working in this office for a week or 
two. Look after him, will you?" J 

"Just call me Bill," the grey pin '^ 
stripe suggested, sticking out his 
hand. Becky didn t see it and Mr. 
Hopkins retired tactfully. That's how 
it started. 

(continued on page 12) 



Wm. Penn Hotel 

ATlantic 1864 


October 20, 1943 


Page Eleven 


VENTURE, ADVENTURE by Nancy Raup, '44 

Snow, big, loose, drifting flakes, 
white as they settled onto coats and 
hats and hair, were trampled and 
ground and dissolved in the soot of 
fifty years. Insidiously the black 
muck oozed through the holes in the 
inadequate pumps of the office girl, 
the high-polished shoes of salesmen, 
the heavy boots of an occasional 
farmer (hardly recognizable as such 
— blue jeans and mail order suits 
having been banished long since from 
the city). A city seething homeward, 
. fluid, molding to the shape of its 
container . . . moving in the mold 
of its buildings, blending itself with 
a typewriter. Its pulse that of a 
calculator, its body fiery as the steel 
furnace, its chatter the racket of tin- 
cutters, its mind the sluggish move- 
ment of coal barges ud the river. 
Now, 5:20 p.m., all the fluid was be- 
ing measured in long trolleys and 
carried away from the city in the 
manner of the chore boy dipping 
water from the well, running to the 
kitchen door ^vith it — experience 
having taught him how. Occasionally 
some drop of water was lost. But who 
stops to count the drops? Not he who 
has a cupful. 

The muck was in the girl's pumps 
and on her stockings, and her hair 
drooped damply on her shoulders. 
Snow or rain in Pittsburgh meant, 
always, crowds of people, appearing 
from nowhere to block sidewalks and 
streets, pedestrians becoming a ter- 
rible force, completely vanquishing 
the forces of motor traffic and leav- 
ing officers of the law subdued and 
desDairing. The din of horns inces- 
santly honking to punctuate the opin- 
ions of an irate motorist, of streetcar 
bells trying vainly to command the 
situation. Completely overcoming the 
city was the horde of people pushing 
cut; people concentrated for the day 
over a few acres pushing out now 
over thousands, like an explosion 
which throws the contents of a cyl- 
inder over a city block. 

(Short Story Contest prize winner) 

And, though the girl was pushing, 
it did no good. Might as well push 
the Grant Building over onto the 
boulevard as to try to catch a street- 
car. She shoved around a worker 
from the steel mill; the corner of a 
lunch pail dug into her arm. She 
smelled a sharp, sour odor of per- 
spiration and beer. 

"What the hell ya hurryin' for?" 
The man looked at her contemptu- 
ously. "Everybody wants to get 
home. That's where I'm goin'." He 
slouched along the street rather than 
walked. His coat fiapped open in 
front and the grey shirt beneath was 
wet and clung to his chest. 

The girl glanced at the man who 
spoke, hesitated, then ran on. A red 
light held a streetcar at the inter- 

Inside the car it was warm, moist 
warmth; it rose to stifle her as she 
stepped up into the car and walked 
towards the back. Steaming over- 
coats and fur coats, the fur matted 
and the pale skin showing through, 
making one very aware of the dead- 
ness of the animal. As she walked 
past the long double row of clay faces 
and sawdust bodies, she felt as 
though she were a large, live, fever- 
ish thing passing by a long row of 
sleepy children. An occasional move- 
ment was the only sign of life in 
those empty bodies. 

She found a seat — two seats to- 
gether — empty, and moved close to 
the window. The street light chang- 
ed and the car lurched forward so 
that she sat down heavily. 

At the next intersection a crowd 
pushed and swarmed into the car. A 
girl, black-haired, large-mouthed, 
talking loudly to two friends behind 
her, laughing, chewing gum, tripping 
over a foot, and laughing hilariously 
again. A man whose coat and suit 
looked much worn and little pressed, 
the lines of his face all drawn down. 
Behind him, another man whose rim- 
less glasses sat primly upon his nose. 


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"Completely air-conditioned for your comfort the year round." 

and whose slim, pink hands were 
trying to push the man in front of 
him out of the way. Behind them 
were a group of boys, young busi- 
ness-men, in green and rust and 
tweed overcoats, clanping each other 
on the back and gufl'awing and yell- 
ing, "Hurry up, Joe," to a comrade 
running out of a drugstore and to- 
wards the streetcar. 

The doors slid closed, and when 
the car moved on, the girl looked up 
and saw again only clay faces and 
straw bodies. 

The light inside and the darkness 
outside broken only by snow drift- 
ing against the window or the pass- 
ing of a street light, a yellow blur of 
a street light, showed her only her 
own reflection in the windowpane. 
Her expression was odd, but without 
any clue as to what it meant; and the 
largeness of her eyes made the rest 
of her face go unnoticed. A smart 
coat fltted smoothly over her shoul- 
ders, but it treated her shabbily since 
it let the warmth of her body escape, 
inviting the wind and cold in. 

Dress smartly if you want to work 
at Roseann's. If you don't make 
enough money, you can't be warm 
too. No one else knows if you're 
cold; they can see what you wear. 

A man sat down beside her. "Hel- 
lo!" he said. 

"Oh!" She turned suddenly at the 
sound. A blond, tweed-coated man, 
his mouth and eyes and eyebrows 
looking as though someone had taken 
an indelible pencil and had drawn 
five horizontal lines in the proper 

"Oh, hello, Don," she said. 

He smiled at the startled look on 
her face. "You certainly sound glad 
t'see an old pal." 

"I'm sorry." She laughed. "I guess 
you caught me pretty nearly asleep, 
that time." 


"I guess I am," She looked again 
at the snow trying to sift itself 
through the window. It wasn't often 
that the snow fell softly and lay, as 
it did now, on every roof and post 
and automobile. Even "Pappy's Res- 
taurant" and the pool rooms looked 
cleaner and less cruel for a ridge of 
white around the building and fiakes 
caught in doorways. 

(continued on page 13} 

Page Twelve 


October 20, 1943' 


Expert . . . 

(continued from page 10) 

Mrs. Jim had been surpr'ised, all 
right, when she got that letter last 
month. "After all, I wouldn't want 
to make him lose his job," Becky 
wrote. "Bill said that if he changed 
those filing cabinets, it would take me 
weelis to unlearn the old system and 
then learn the new one. A new girl 
could do the job in hall the time 
starting from scratch, Bill said. Well 
anyhow, darlings, I don't want to be 
a mote in the eye of progress so I'm 
marrying the guy. We are having a 
church wedding next month and will 
be expecting you both." 

"An efirciency expert," Mrs. Jim 
had snorted. "He'll probably find a 
way to eliminate the 'I Do's'." Mrs. 
Jim hadn't much faith in California. 

"They must be in Los Angeles by 
now," Mrs. Jim was saying as Jim's 
mind snapped back into the present. 
He leaned over and untied his shoe 
strings. "Yeali." 

"Bill seems like a right nice lad, 
don't he?" Mrs. Jim always discuss- 
ed important events at length. "Must 
be good at his job too. Real efficient 
the way the wedding went off. You 
never could have managed anything 
like that." She giggled. "You almost 
fainted at your own wedding." She 
gloated a little over Bill's self-pos- 
session. "Certainly was a well ar- 
ranged wedding." 

"Lots of people and fol-de-rol," Jim 

"California can't be too bad," Mrs. 
Jim concluded, "with bridesmaids 
and a Reverend to perform the cere- 
mony and all, I mean." 

Jim smiled, "What were you ex- 
pecting? The '49'ers with pick and 
shovel and Dirty Dick toting a shot- 

Mrs. Jim condescended to giggle. 
She stretched out more comfortably 
and quiet hung companionably be- 
tween them. She must have dozed 
because hurrying footsteps in the 
corridor brought her back to con- 
sciousness with a start. 

The "Do Not Disturb" sign was 
violated by a loud determined knock- 
ing. Jim eased his feet into his 
shoes again and opened the door. 

"Bill!" shouted Mrs. Jim — "but 
you're in Los Angeles!" 

"'Where's Becky?" asked Jim. 

Bill was excited. "In the apart- 
ment — mad as hell!" 

Mrs. Jim flinched. "But people 
don't get mad on their honeymoon," 
she wailed. 

"Isn't any honeymoon. Aren't mar- 
ried!" Bill slumped into a chair and 
covered iiis face with his hands. 

"Explain youi'self, boy," Jim de- 

"I saw the wedding with my own 
eyes," Mrs. Jim sputtered as she 
m-ooped her face with a handker- 
chief edged with blue tatting. 

Bill sounded lil^e a doomed man. 
"Everyone was there, guests and 
ushers and everyone so we had to go 
through with it." His voice broke. 
"She 11 never forgive me." 

"W-H-A-T H-A-P-P-E-N-E-D?" 
Jim was shouting. 

"Tlie license wasn't any good. We 
didn't wait for three days. It wasn't 
legal." Bill's efficiency melted into 

"A wolf," chortled Mrs. Jim. 

Bill defended himself, "In Cali- 
fornia you must wait for three days 
after getting the license before you 
can be married. We didn't know un- 
til the minister told us." 

"I knew it was too good to be true," 
Mrs. Jim was muttering. 

"All we have to do is get married 
again tomorrow," Bill explained wild- 
ly. "But Becky won't speak to me." 
His spirit vi'as broken. " 'You're an 
efficiency expert,' she said to me. 
'Anything you forget, you forget on 

Jim exployded, "Ha, Ha!" His red 
face gleamed happily. "Don't worry, 
son. She'll get over it. Women al- 
ways do." He picked up the telephone. 
"What's the number at the apart- 
ment. Bill?" 

Becky answered. 

"Got a party here who wants to 
speak to you, baby," Jim said. 

Her voice was outraged Ohio. "I'll 
live in sin with no man, and you can 
tell Bill Fairfax that for me!" She 
hung up. 

Mrs. Jim had been thinking. "After 
all," she argued with herself, "he 
seems to be worried. Bridegrooms 
always get fussed — even efficiency 
experts." She caught up her gloves 
from the table. "Husbands aren't so 
easy to find these days," she told 

"Where to, dear?" Jim asked. Bill 
was past caring. 


207 Fifth Ave. Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Domestic and Foreign Editions 

Phone: ATlantic 7823 

"Don't anybody worry," Mrs. Jim 
reassured them, "I'll fix it. Be back 
as soon as I send a telegram." 

"Well, I'll be, a blue nosed bull! ' 
Jim started in amazement. Tele- 
grams had always meant birth, death, 
or major disaster to Mrs. Jim. As 
she hurried out he worried vaguely 
about her sudden spurt of confidence 
in telegraphic communications. Ten 
minutes later as he was picturing her 
in the hotel lobby, lost in a maze of 
potted palms and traveling salesmen, 
she walked back into the room. 

"Evei-ything is set," she asserted in 
a self-satisfied tone. 

An hour later the phone rang. 

"Hello?" Mrs. Jim said — and then 
calmly, "Becky — for you, Bill." 

Bill knocked over a full ash tray 
as he lunged toward the phone. Mr. 
and Mrs. Jim politely retired to the 
bathroom to listen. Everything sound- 
ed all right. The receiver clicked in- 
to place. "You're a darling," Bill 
shouted. "Everything is O. K. You 
two are invited to another wedding 
tomorrow." Mrs. Jim was clutched to 
a husky chest. Bill looked down at 
her inquiringly. "What did you say 
in that telegram, Cupid?" He asked. 

Mrs. Jim smiled. People didn't 
usually call her Cupid. She handed 
a copy of the telegram to Jim. "Read 
it out loud." He began: 

"He's just a sheep in wolf's 

clothing stop Do you know that 

ratio of women to men in Cali- 
fornia is 8 to 1?" 


"Becky always was a sensible girl," 
Mrs. Jim added. 

Freshman Students 


Helen Allen, Betty Lou Anderson, 
Doris Baird, Marjorie Bennett, Helen 
Brown, Jane Campbell, Ellen Card, 
Margaret Cavanaugh, Mary Cham- 
bers, Kathryn Ciganovic, Peggy Ann 
Congalton, Mary Conway, Mildred 
Corman, Anne Dalzell, Miriam Dart, 
Margaret Dodge, Letitia Duff, Mary 
Alice Farneth, Dorothy Fennell, Pris- 
cilla Gersmann, Rose Gill, Geogiana 
Gilliland, Else Greger, Isabel Grif- 
fiths, Ruth Griffiths, Marianne Ham- 
ilton, Frances Haverstick, Lowell 
Mary Hess, Kathryn Houston, Esther 
Kennedy, Elizabeth King, Helen Lar- 
son, Virginia Little, Gloria LoUer, 
Grace Longabaugh, LaVerne Lowar, 
(continued on page 15) 

October 20, 1943 


Page Thirteen 


Venture . . . 

(continued from page 11) 
"You'll forgive me, I know," she 

"I don't know about that." He 
slapped his evening paper against 
his knee. "Don't know as I should 
do any such thing." 

The long rows of stores were past 
and the distance between carstops 
longer. The car was picking up 
speed, the wheels thumping, beating 
in her ears like a bedroom clock on 

"Say, is something wrong with 
you?" Don peered at her as if he 
were annoyed. 

"No. Why?" 

"All you've done is to stare out 
the window. Nobody died, did they?" 
he asked quickly. 


"You're usually smiling, or laugh- 

Perhaps that was why the echo- 
in? of the clock in her room annoyed 
her so. It never stopoed to smile at 
life, though everybody and every- 
thing else did . . . radio announcers, 
juke boxes, even dogs. 

"Sure is grim weather," Don was 
sayins. "Too late in the year for this 
sort of thing." 

"Spring's always nasty here." 

"Gosh, when I was a kid, back 
home, how we used to watch for 
spring." Don's eyes closed to just a 
thin slit. "We threw ball in the liv- 
ing room till Mother didn't know 
what to do. And then we'd run off 
in the rain and tell her it was only 
a little drizzle." He gave his knee 
another swat with the paper. "The 
good old days." 

"We were a family of girls." She 
laughed, but it pierced the air not 
at all the way a laugh should. 
"Mother used to say she'd rather 
have ten boys." 

Don raised an eyebrow, just 
enough to break the straightness of 
its line. "Where'd you come from?" 
he asked. 

Her tongue caught on the word 
as she said it. "Danville." Her mind 
caught on it too. The snow had been 
slowly catching her, too, though she 
hadn't realized it. Snow drifting 
against the windowpane, trying to 
get in. Saying the word "Danville" 
had broken the pane. 

Because it had been snowing in 
Danville when she had left. The 
houses and stores had had the same 
wisps of snow caught to them. But 

the snow brought silence there as it 
never could to the big city. It had 
made the milk boy's whistle, as he 
crunched the new snow under foot, 
echo up to her front bedroom. It 
had made people talk to each other 
as they cleared adjacent walks. 

"You know, sometimes I kinda 
wonder why I left rome." Don shook 
his head. "I coulda stayed back in 
my home town, had a soft job with 

"Oh." At the end of the word her 
voice rose a little. 

"Probably would have married 
some girl I went to high school with." 

She caught her breath. She had 
tried hard to blot out the menory, 
but there in her mind, as clear as 
though she had never been away 
from him, was a picture of John, and 
it was no use trying anymore. Lean, 
almost thin, he had been, but strik- 
ing because of the darkness of his 
skin and the heavy blackness of his 
eyebrows and hair. He was smoking. 
How rarely she had seen him without 
a cigarette. She had asked him once 
what he would do when he went to 
heaven. "God surely wouldn't stand 
for all that smoke," she had said. He 
had watched the shifting haze m 
front of him and said, "There'll be 
plenty of smoke where I'm going." 
The tone of his voice had startled 

The rows and rows of houses pass- 
ed by unnoticed, tenements with 
feeble lights behind drawn blinds 
and grey hounds crouched tightly 
against the door. Brick houses ap- 
pearing well-smoked, because the 
mills were directly below them. Oc- 
casional stores, the lights going off 
in many of them. 

The conductor called, "Brady 
Street." Men in overcoats, grey and 
black, all pinned either in lieu of a 
missing button or at the hem or the 
sleeve. Their faces were covered 
with grease and more than a day's 
beard, their bodies slouched and 
pudgy, were walking towards the 
door, grabbing the rails as the car 
stopped sharply. 

The car moved on and the thump- 
ing of the wheels again became a 
ring in her ears. Don slouched in 
his seat and stared at his sleeve. 

She was thinking how odd it was 
that she had been so sure she wanted 
to marry John; that she had wanted 
nothing so much as that. She had 
thought it would be a beginning of 
security, a beginning of faith in her- 
self. How much she had thought she 

was in love with the shy manner in 
which he spoke and his ears that 
moved just a little when he smiled 
and his fingers so long they were al- 
most ridiculous, and the way they 
got all twisted up when he flicked 
the ash off his cigarette, and the blue 
haze that followed him everywhere. 
Yet she had left Danville, had left 
in the morning when it was still dark, 
without saying "Goodbye." or "I'll be 
seeing you," to anyone. It had snow- 
ed, gently, as it was snowing now, 
and she had left. She had finally 
left — in the dark — on a snowy morn- 

Don straightened up in his seat. 
"What are you thinking about, now?" 
he demanded. He leaned forward to 
look at her face directly. 

"I am sorry." She smiled. "I must 
be tired." 

"You said that before," he remind- 
ed her, "or words to that effect." 

"Oh! You think I ciun't work hard 
enough to get tired once in a while?" 
She laughed. 

"Work! Why girls like you don't 
know what work is!" 

She didn't say anything, just star- 
ed at the matted hair of the woman 
in front of her, stared at the straight 
wisps of rair hanging down. The 
heat was stifling; her hands felt hot 
and sticky. 

"A girl only works till she gets 
married." He thumped his thigh with 
his flst. "And only plays at work at 
that. A man's got to push ahead. 
Got to think seriously about getting 
established so he can support a wife 
and children for the rest of his life." 
"Poor dear." she murmured. 
"Well, it's true," he insisted. "All 
a girl's got to worry her is buying 
clothes and perfume and lipstick and 
getting a new permanent." 

"Oh come now!" she protested. 
"Aren't you being a little hard on 

"No sir!" He was emphatic. "If 
you'd just think about it you'd see 
I'm right." 

She raised her eyebrows. Shallow 
furrows anpeared across her fore- 
head. "What are you doine? Are 
you still fighting 'Women's Rights'?" 
"If you aren't even going to take 
me seriously — " 

"I guess you're right, at that, Don." 
The streetcar stopped asain. The 
darkness had now completely hem- 
med them in. Only the yellow blur of 
a street lieht gave the clue to life 
beyond that of trucks, and buses, and 
(continued on page 14) 

Page Fourteen 


October 20, 1943 


Venture . . . 

(continued frovi page 13) 
cars, and streetcars. A man climbed 
on the car. 

The streetcar started up, throwing 
them bacli against their seats a 

"How come I didn't see you at the 
party last Saturday?" Don asked. 
"Jane had said you were coming." 

"Had a cold, so I just took care 
of it." 

"I'd still like to know what's wrong 
with you," he said. "I've never seen 
you so non-committal." 

"Nothing, Don." She played with 
the snap on her ourse. "Do you ever 
bear from Tobe?" 

"I had a letter just last week. Says 
he's fine." 

"You know, he never has written 
to me. except at Christmas he sent 
me a n^te." She snaoped her purse 
shut with finality, the click sounding 
loudlv and hoUowly. "And all he 
did then was get drunk in a couple 
of word'' I had to look up in the dic- 

"Yes, I know." 

"It seems so aueer, though," she 
said, "I always thought Tobe and I 
were pretty good friends." 

"He's never written to anyone, ex- 
cept me." 

They were silent and very still. 
The sounds of the car began to per- 
vade their consciousness: the buzzer 
rinain?, the clink of coins dropped in 
a box, and the clang as the fares 
were runcf up. The faint sweeping 
noise of the windshield wiper, the 
occasional cou.?h; the rude honk of 
ca" ^orns and. at an intersection the 
policeman's whistle. The splash of 
pa = -ing cars. 

Don looked at her. "Whatever 
made you come here?" he asked. "To 
leave Danville and come to Pitts- 
burgh, I mean." 

"Dn vou really want to know?" 
She looked at him, surprised. 


She hesitated a moment. "You'll 
think it's silly." She shrugged her 
shoulders. "I came here because I 
wanted to write and because I 
thousht that to come here and work 
and live among these people was the 
only way to learn to write." 

"Well! What do you know about 
that!" He slapped his paper hard 
against his knee. 

"I thought there was no life in 


"Why didn't you go to New York? 
I should think you'd pick New York." 

"No, I don't know why myself. I 
just wanted to write and I came 


"I still do though." She gave each 
word equal emphasis as she spoke. 
"And I will some day." She stared 
at the window again watching the 
snow melt and run jerkily down the 

"Well," Don said, "get something 
printed in Esquire and I'll try to find 
time to read it." He interrupted him- 
self. "Say, isn't this your stop?" 

She blinked. From the window she 
could see the neon sign over a drug- 
store and the lighted signboard of 
a church. 

"Oh. Oh, yes." She got up hastily. 
"'Bye Don. See you." 

"Okay. Better hurry." 

The streetcar was almost ready 
to move on when she reached the 
front of the car. As the door swished 
open, there came the sound of tires 
on wet pavement. "Slippery as hell," 
someone was saying as she stepped 

There was a sharp honk. Then 
something hard, pushing, crushing 


"Don't! Donn " 

There was a crowd and screams, 
high, piercing, hideous screams, and 
a scream vainly forming in her own 

There was the terrified, blue-white 
face of the driver and a policeman, 
all blue suit and polished buckles 
writing down the license number and 
taking the wallet full of identifica- 
tion cards from the shaking hand of 
the driver and saying, "Keep back! 

"I didn't do it, officer! She just 

stepped out of the car right in front 

of me and it was too slippery to 

A man in a tweed suit got off the 
street car, "Call an ambulance." 

A man in a blue suit went to the 
police phone. "There's been an acci- 
dent ..." 

A drop ran over on the outside of 
the cup. Who stopped to count it? 
People living around the scene of 
the accident told of a cousin or an 
uncle or a neighbor who had seen it, 
and a statistician made a mark in 
a book. 

]\ew Faces 

(continued from page 6) 
Mawr). Mrs. Seitz thinks that the 
war is the cause of it all — with war 
courses, etc. 

New head of Commercial Depart- 
ment is Miss Dorothy J. Ayres of In- 
diana State Teachers' College, M. A. 
at Pitt, and graduate study at Cor- 

Mrs. Ernest Cotton (A. B., Univer- 
sity of Texas; M. A. (Columbia) is 
the new instructor in elementary ed- 

The new head of the physical edu- 
cation department is Miss Margaret 
Mclachlan (B. S., Lake Erie Col- 
lege) who comes to PCW from Ohio 
Wesleyan University. Her favorite 
sport is tennis, her worst — croquet! 
Her assistant is M^rs. Robert Dickey 
(Jeanne Friesell Dickey) from Briar- 

Two new housemothers are also on 
the campus — Mrs. Earl H. Park, from 
Cornell, at Andrew Mellon Hall, and 
Mrs. Spencer P. Howell who came to 
Fickes from a Carnegie Tech dorm. 

In the infirmary is Nurse Helen El- 
der and in the Administration are 
Mrs. Pauline Linton and Mrs. Eliza- 
beth Thompson, the third Thompson 
wife to be connected with PCW. 


(continued from page 5) 
plain she was sure the light had been 
green when she started through the 
intersection, said reporter tried three 
times before any voice would come 
along to explain the purpose of her 
unusual mission. 

Within three minutes she decided 
that Mr. John Frey could very easily 
have been the friendly American cop 
on the Fifth Avenue signboard. He 
has been on Woodland Road for 
twelve years and thinks PCW girls 
are always very nice, even the one 
who a few years ago almost ran over 
him with her convertible in her haste 
to make an 8:30 class on time. Most 
of the girls, he admits, are good 
drivers, and as far back as he can 
remember he has seen only one fen- 
der smashed. Sometimes when he 
sees the girls walking slowly and he 
knows it's late, he'll stretch the truth 

October 20, 1943 


Page Fifteen 


a little and tell them he has just 
heard the bell ring and that they had 
better hurry. "I don't want any of 
the girls to be late," he added. 

The gas lamps, in which all PCW- 
ites take secret pride, form part 
of Policeman Frey's duties. Because 
ours has been the only road in the 
city for the past four years to retain 
gas lights, Mr. Frey must light each 
lamp every evening. Other than this 
his duty is "just to keep things quiet." 
Because Woodland Road is "private" 
(see the bronze plaques on the posts 
at the Fifth Avenue entrance) it is 
sometimes necessary to advise cars 
that it is not a city short cut. 

As your reporter was taking her 
leave, the mailman remarked that he 
thought the scenery along Woodland 
Road was much nicer now tliat the 
archery classes are meeting in the 

Amphitheater. Policeman Frey 
nodded his agreement and the gen- 
tlemen could be heard discussing the 
bulls-eye just made by one of Miss 
M'Clachlan's proteges as your Arrow 
interviewer returned their friendly 
goodbye wave and walked, with 
knees no longer knocking, up Wood- 
land Road. 

Freshman Students 

(contimied from page 12) 
Elizabeth Lowe, Marjorie McSwigan, 
Marjorie Mohn, Gloria Ann Molinat- 
to, Jacqueline Neal, Dorothy M. Noel, 
Jeanne Rambo, Martha Raup, Jeanne 
Ritz, Doris Mae Sampson, Margaret 
Schumacher, Virginia Toy, Gene B. 
Wallace, and Mary Louise Wallace. 
Ruth Arnold, Marian Arras Louise 

Baehr, Lucille Beale, Norma Chatta- 
way, Anne Coughanour, Lois Dewalt, 
Marjorie Evans, Elizabeth Fleck, El- 
eanor Goldfarb, Ruth Grasso, Mar- 
garet Harkins, Catherine Henderson, 
Margary Himes, Rosemary Hoge, Ma- 
rie Huot, Alene Hutton, Lois Jackley, 
Patty Jaycox, Joan Kauimann, Mary 
Alice Kline, Virginia LeFurgy, Bar- 
bara Mason, Nancy McCleery, Ann 
McClellan, Sarah Jane McCormick, 
Betty McKee, Martha McKenrick, 
Helen McMillin, Ruth Melvin, Mary 
Louise Michel, M. Joy Milliken, 
Evelyn Mock, Lois Power, Margaret 
Rae, Virginia Ramsay, Elaine 
wein, Joan Sherrick, Doris Snyder, 
Martha Ann Stewart Roberta Swann, 
Norma Trozzo, Jeanne Versaw, Jo- 
sephine Wagner, Joan Wiley, Laura 
Wiley, Janice Wilson, and Jean 

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At home or abroad, when the American soldier says Have a 
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October 20, 1943 J 

First Semester-1943-44 


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Eva Caloyer 
Lula Copetas 
Barbara Cott 
Miriam Egger 
Jane Field 
Marilou Haller 
Sybil Heimann 
Bea Kiester 
Arline Levinson 
Margaret Ann McKee 
• Sara Barbara Parker 
Jean Purvis 
Elizabeth Rains 
Myra Sklarey 
Marion Staples 
Ruth Ellen Teplitz 
Joan Elizabeth Titus 
Virginia Vogt 
Martha Yorkin 
Lois Allshouse 
Grace Benner 
Peggy Chantler 
Carolyn Cosel 
Miriam Davis 
Alice Demmler 
Louise Flood 
Alice Hanna 
Lois Lutz 
Virginia Ricks 
Edith Succop 
Marion Svi^annie 
Arma Thomas 
Pauline Wilson 
Charlotte Wray 

Gladys Bistline 
Mary Elizabeth Brown 
Aida DeBellis 
Margaret Donaldson 
Barbara Findley 
Evelyn Glicli 
Betty Johnescu 
Phyllis Jones 
Dale Kirsopp 
Ann McClymonds 
Martha McCullough 
Betsy Meader 
Sally Meaner 
Nancy Jane Raup 
Jean Rigaumont 
Mary Ruth Sampson 
Marion Springer 
Nancy Stauffer 
Winifred Watson 






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Vol. XXIII Pennsylvania College for Women, Pittsburgh, Pa., November 17, 1943 

No. 2 

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November 17, 1943 


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News Editor Evelyn Click. '44 

Feature Editor Louise Flood, '45 

Proof Reader Evlyn Fulton. '44 

Special Representative Jean Bacon, '44 

Make-Up Editor Martha Cox, '45 

News Staff 

Martha Coate, Marjorie Couch, Evelyn Knox, Peggy Korb, Doro- 
thy Rail, Jeanne Ritz, Doris Sisler, Virginia Toy, Jane Wilson, Mar- 
tha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

Peggy Chantler, Alice Craig. Mary Lou Egan. Else Greger, Nancy 
Herdt, Phyllis Jones. Angle King. Margaret McKee, Jane Meub, 
Helen Jane Shriner, Roberta Swann. 

Business Staff 

Betty Anthon, Eva Caloyer, Mildred Carmen, Ann Coughanour, 
Mary Gallagher, Helen Gilmore, Dorothy Groves, Martha Hutchison, 
Peggy Korb, Midge Kovacs, Helen Myers, Jean Purvis, Mary Ann 
Rumbaugh, Ellen Saylor, Grace Savage, Sally Villing, Marjorie 


Mary Lou Egan, Lucy Dorsey, Mary Lou Oesterling, Nancy Sho- 
walter, Doris Sisler. 

On Color Day 

It is neither our right nor our purpose to condemn or . 
to condone the decision of the song contest judges. Only 
time can really determine the worth of a school song. 
It is, however, our right and our purpose to clear a few 
resulting points of contention. 

It has been ssid that the Seniors are poor sports. If 
disappointment in flunking a last chance is not sporting, 
then the Seniors are poor sports. We have seen Seniors 
taking time to learn the winning songs. 

It has been said, too, that the Sophomores shrink 
from singing their offerings because they feel other 
classes don't want to hear them. Such repression en- 
courages morbid complexes. Sing your songs, kids, and 
we'll sing 'em with you because we like them. It's only 
nature 1 that other classes are a bit attached to those they 
have written and learned. 

The competitive spirit before the contest this year was 
bigger and stronger than ever before. It was wholesome 
and non-bitter. Let's not, (and here we beg your indul- 
gence in a Flood-pun) let's not change our tune at this 
late date. 

Don't feel sorry for the Seniors. The defeat has 
brought their class even closer than before and they're 
not sorry for themselves. Don't pity the Juniors. Maybe 
they haven't been submerged in blue ribbons but they've 
put up a stiff fight and they have other chances. Don't 
mourn for the Freshmen. They were right up on the 
front lines and have proved their maturity to us and to 
themselves. Above all, don't make the Sophomoi'es sor- 

ry they came out on top. On top isn't a nice place to be 
if termites have blitzed the foundation. 

Letter to the Editor 

To the Editors: 

I and a great many others feel that some one's atten- 
tion should be called to the organization of the so-called 
volunteer work being done by students in the dormitories. 
We are all anxious to do our bit in helping with the 
work I know, but a few things have made us less willing 
to cooperate in this than we were at the beginning of 

When school opened, the situation was explained very 
carefuUy to us, and we were told that we could volunteer- 
for various tasks in the dorm kitchen and dining room. 
A few days later a list of "volunteers" was posted, and 
these people served their two weeks at their assigned 
tasks. Now lists of "volunteers" are being posted regu- 
larly, and although we don't object to serving our turns, 
it seems to us that who ever does this should at least 
give us credit for wanting to volunteer, without just put- 
ting up our names arbitrarily. If we had been given a 
chance, we all would have signed up I know. It's just 
the idea that "no one will volunteer, so we'll just handle 
this in our own way" that we resent. 

We were told at the beginning that the work would 
be rotated so that each of us would serve in some ca- 
pacity for two weeks a semester, or two weeks out of" 
ten. The latest lists that have been posted show that the 
girls who worked hard for the difficult first two weeks of 
school are not being given credit for that work at all — 
some one said that "we're starting all over now." These 
same girls are being drafted again for more work, while 
there are many who have not been called upon yet. Not 
only that, there are girls who are listed now for working 
eight or six weeks out of ten, instead of the two we were 
supposed to. As I said, we don't object to the work — it 
just seems that some fairer system could be found for dis- 
tributing it. 

The administration seemed so willing and anxious tO' 
be fsir, we feel sure they must not know about it, or they 
would have done somet'ning. Could you bring it to some 
one's attention? 

(Name withheld by request). 


This issue is dedicated to the students, new and old, 
who will comprise the Arrow staff for the coming year. 

Helen Robinson, now business manager, and her staff 
are the pictures of perseverance in their temper-taxing, 
duties. Evelyn Glick has returned to her position as news 
editor until she graduates at semesters, and Louise Flood 
has taken her puns in hand and when last seen was run- 
ning away wit'n the feature department. Proof reading 
is done by Evlyn Fulton, make-up by Martha Cox, and 
"representing" by Jean Bacon. 

To the typists, who, glory of glories, actually are de- 
pendable, the editors bow with regard. 

Most important, however, are the writers on the news 
end feature staffs, upon whom the real burden falls. To- 
them the editors can, at present, say no more thau 
"thanks" — but believe them, they mean it! 

November 17, 1943 


Page Three 



One of those famous Rally-days a 
la Reiber came to PCW last Friday 
night 100 proof and bottled in Bond. 

Master of ceremonies Carl Dozer 
kept the rally rolling at top victory 
speed .in true Male Animal style. 
Swarms of celebrities, from Hitler 
to Wee Bonnie Baker, were at his 
beck and call. Their performance 
would have inspired jealousy in the 
hearts of true Stage Door Canteen- 

Those unpatriotic Americans, who 
surely exist elsewhere than on ye 
olde hille, had their unpretty fates 
outlined for them by Frosh oracles. 
Frisky Soph-gremlins intrigued and 
plotted coup d'etat's, finally inveig- 
ling Mr. Discontent into active duty. 
Stoic Junior War-workers joined the 
ten percent club smiling gallantly. 
Free America was contrastel to Ger- 
man ugliness in the Senior "This? — • 
Or This?" tableaux. The Faculty, 
proving that they struggled through 
World War I, presented their mem- 
oirs of Liberty Bonds and G. M. 
Cohen tunes. 

A rally isn't a rally without food, 
so the Glee Club came through with 
a complete Stage Door Canteen — 
hot dogs, celebrated warblers, and 
sundry other boredom-chasers. 

'Twas a huge success — financially, 
socially, and morale-ly. Congratu- 
lations to the Seniors for their win- 
ning booth, bond sale, and slcit com- 
bination. A grand total of over $13,- 
300 worth of bonds and stamps was 

Fall Formal 

Forget those studies for an evening 
and enjoy yourself! Shake the wrin- 
kles out of your best formal, dust 
off your golden slippers, and find a 
man! On Saturday, November 23, 
the Fall Formal will be held in the 
chapel from nine until twelve o'clock, 
with the fee a mere $1.75. Formal 
it will be, since the majority still 
rules — but the men need not wear 
tux or tails even though the girls 
will be in formals. 

"For the most discriminating" is 
the slogan used by Joey Sim's or- 
chestra, playing for the dance. Betty 
Bush and Sally Villing are co-chair- 
men, and on their committee are 
Barbara Gill, Barbara Hanson, Bet- 
ty Monroe, and Mary Ann Rum- 


Charm Girls are to be selected by 
the student body within the next 
three weeks, reports Pennsylvanian 
editor Patty Leonard. The two upper 
classes will each have two repre- 
sentatives to select, while the lower 
classes will each have one. The girls 
will be chosen at SGA meeting, with 
nominations for the floor. The basis 
for selection is not beauty or schol- 
arship, but such qualities as charm, 
friendliness, and personality. 

The first layout of the annual is 
.expected to go out by November 15. 
More space is being given to the 
Freshmen and Sophomores, who will 
have larger pictures than in pre- 
vious years. The staff hopes to dis- 
tribute the yearbook by April. 


A powerful, highly organized jug- 
gernaut in the form of a Senior 
hockey team rolled down the field 
in the first game of the season and 
submerged a weak but game Junior 
aggregation. With a forward line 
consisting of Nancy Raup, Ruth 
Lynch, and Jean Rigaumont, it's 
small wonder the defeat was de- 
cisive. Playing great hockey under 
the new seven man rules, the Sen- 
niors made the game faster and more 
potent than it was under the old 
eleven-man system. Lois Long, Ju- 
nior transfer, came in in the final 
period, rallied the Juniors, and scor- 
ed a goal playing a defense position. 
The final score was ten to one. 

The Freshman-Sophomore game 
was a more evenly matched con- 
test with the Frosh taking the hon- 
ors to the tune of five to four. The 
under-dogs until the final quarter, 
the Freshmen pulled a bag of tricks 
from somewhere and proceeded to 
romp down the field scoring almost 
at will. Keep your eye on Tish Duff 
and Gene Wallace — they're hockey 

Identical scores were stacked up 
by the teams playing on November 
10. The Freshmen defeated the Ju- 
niors, and the Senioi's the Sopho- 
mores, by scores of ten to two. 

The final games are being played 
this afternoon, and from where we 
stand the results are not too hard 
to predict. The Seniors, seasoned 
and trained, seem a cinch for top 
honors. But anything can happen — 
better come up to the hockey field 
today to see some action! 


The romantic age of medievalism 
is the setting for The Ivory Door, the 
A. A. Milne play which has been 
chosen as the fall production of the 
speech department. It will be pre- 
sented on Friday and Saturday eve- 
nings, November 26 and 27, with a 
Saturday matinee performance for 
visiting prospective students. 

The play, written in three acts 
with a prologue and an epilogue, 
concerns a mysterious door, those 
who pass through which never re- 
turn. Medieval customs and super- 
stitions dominate the story. 

The cast, as follows, is under the 
direction of ingenious Mrs. Kimber- 

King Hilary Joan Harms 

Perivale (as a boy), Rosalyn Savecka 

Brand Mary Lou Haller 

Perivale (as a man), Peggy Chantler 

Anna Marjorie Selleck 

Thora Evelyn Matthews 

Chancellor Mary Lou Reiber 

Jessica Carolyn Cosel 

Anton Edith Succop 

Simeon Alice Lee Gardner 

Count Rollo . Louise Flood 

Mummer .... Mary Jane Youngling 

Titus Martha McFall 

Carlo Chickie Sawders 

Bruno Patsy Speers 

Princess Lilia Patty Leonard 

The scenery is being made by the 
stagecraft class under the super- 
vision of Mr. Kimberly. Patty Leon- 
ard and Justine Swan are creating 
the costumes which, like the set- 
tings, are typically medieval in their 
bright colors. 

The mal<:e-up will be applied by 
the actors themselves instead of by 
a make-up committee, Mrs. Kimber- 
ly having taught the technique of 
applying stage make-up in her 
speech course. 

The Ivory Door shows every indi- 
cation of being a gi'eat success, but 
it needs the support of the student 
body. Be sure to come! 


Monday, November 22 — Chapel: 
James G. Wingo — "Situation in the 

Wednesday, November 24 — Chapel: 
Dr. Ralph W. Soclcman — Thanksgiv- 
ing message. 

Thursday, November 25 — Thanlvs- 
giving day, free. 

Monday, December 6 — Chapel: 
Mrs. Earl B. Collins — "Romantic Be- 
ginnings of the Christmas Carols." 

Page Foul- 


November 17, 1943 



The United War Fund Drive offi- 
cially closed Friday, November 5. 
Prior to tliis time every student, 
faculty member, and employee of 
PCW was approached to obtain 
money for the 103 agencies covered 
by the fund. Money obtained from 
the drive will go to our fighting 
forces, to our allies, and to family 
and welfare organizations right here 
on the home front. 

PCW's campaign was thorougli 
and inclusive. Miss Dysart, as gen- 
eral chairman, did an excellent job. 
The class chairmen under her were: 
Senior Winifred Watson; Junior, 
June Collins; Sophomore, Jean 
Purves; Freshman, Ann McClellan. 
Both solicitors and solicitees, in most 
cases, actively responded to the War 
Fund appeal this year. The total 
amount of the gift was even greater 

than it has been in any preceding 
year and Miss Dysart and her staff 
are proud of the number of contri- 
butions made. 

The drive aimed at 100% contribu- 
tion. Although this goal was not at- 
tained, the percentage of contribut- 
ors was extremely high. The per- 
centages were as follows: 

Faculty 100 % 

Senior class 87.7% 

Junior class • 94.1% 

Sophomore class 91.8% 

Freshman class 89.9% 

The following statistics show the 
actual contributions made to the 
drive and the average and largest 
contributions made, and compare the 
returns of the 1943 drive with those 
of the past three years. Miss Wei- 
gand gave her assistance in prepar- 
ing this data. 

ISovmber 17th . . . 



$ 665.00 











No. of 
Groups Contributors 

Administration, Faculty, Coordinator's Office, 

Chemistry Research, Film Library 64 

Senior class 57 

Junior class 64 

Sophomore class 90 

Freshman class 88 



Women employees 17 

Special gifts 2 

Total 382 

Average and Largest Gifts 

Largest Indi- 
Groups Average Gift vidual Gift 

Administration $10.39 $100.00 

Students 1.52 25.00 

Employees 1.29 5.00 

Comparison Over Four Years 

Groups 1940 1941 1942 1943 

Administration and following ...$419.00 $541.50 $ 665.00 $ 665.00 

Students 135.78 141.64 340.12 451.80 

Employees 5.50 ' 9.40 22.00 

SGA 25.00 

YWCA 10.00 10.00 25.00 

Circus returns 100.00 21.20 

Totals $564.78 $698.64 $1,114.52 $1,200.00 

For the present November 17th is 
a day of half masted flags on the 
college and university campuses of 
the world. Since so much has and 
continues to happen daily, this date 
has probably added itself to the 
flashes of strange names, places, 
morals, and ethics which whirl about 
us. In the future November 17th 
will be an honored day in every 
country which felt the heel of axis 
domination. Since we have the 
privilege of speaking of this day 
openly, let us give International Stu- 
dent Day a second thought. 

Czechoslovak students who sur- 
vived the horror of the November 
17th massacre in Prague, and had 
made their way to Britain through 
the battle of France sought some 
means of commemorating their 
friends. They discussed their ideas 
with English students and the con- 
ception of International Student Day 
grew more quickly than they could 
(continued on page 5) 


Anyone who has the slightest 
doubt as to whether the PCWites 
have a spiritual side to their college 
life should look around the Wood- 
land Hall sun-porch on Tuesday eve- 
ning from 7:15 to 8 o'clock. During 
that time the Reverend John Smith 
leads one of the most interesting 
discussion groups on campus. The 
aim of this group, consisting of twen- 
ty-five girls, is to get a deeper un- 
derstanding of some of the everyday 
problems that must be met. The 
girls like to hear about Reverend 
Smith's experiences in Japan, about 
the climate, and about the country. 
The latter was the topic of discus- 
sion during the first meeting. The 
last meeting was spent in discus- 
sion of the origins of the different 
denominations and their beliefs. In 
the future they have decided to in- 
clude such topics as: What the Mis- 
sionaries Accomplish; Hovj We 
Should Interpret the Bible; How 
Closely We Should Adhere to the 
Bible: Prayer: Catholicism; and a 
subject of great interest. What Makes 
the Japanese What They Are. All 
of these topics have been chosen by 
the girls themselves, so that they 
may spend the short time they have 
on subjects which are qf real inter- 
est to them. 

November 17, 1943 


Page Five 



YW appointed its new Freshman 
Commission on Color Day: chair- 
manned by Josie McHenrick, its 
other members are Marian Arras, 
secretary, Ruth Arnold, Norma Jean 
Chattaway, Anne Dalzell, Sammy 
Hamilton, Rosemary Hoge, Frances 
Haverstick, Grace Longabaugh, and 
Elaine Sauerwein. They met with 
the cabinet on Tuesday, November 9, 
with their adviser, Anna Jane Good- 
win, for an official welcome. 

YW also reports that the Big and 
Little Sister dance was successful 
almost beyond their expectations. 
Proceeds were turned into the treas- 
ury to be used for future projects. 
A sport dance to be held after 
Christmas is being considered. 

Gladys Heimert, social service 
chairman, is working with volun- 
teers to arrange for them to spend 
at least two hours a week at settle- 
ment houses, Girl Scout and Girl 
Reserve units, the juvenile court, 
and the family society. The workers 
are planning a Christmas party in 
the gym for settlement house chil- 
dren. Dr. Montgomery is adviser to 
the group. More girls are needed, 
and the work is a recommended ac- 
tivity for sociology majors. 



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Mu Sigma Slogan Winner 

Mu Sigma has chosen as the win- 
ning slogan of their recent contest, 
"Ask the girl who gets around. She 
uses PCW products." The wirmer is 
Junior transfer Helen Truxal, who is 
awarded a box of PCW products. 


Students in voice and piano will 
participate in two workshops soon. 
These workshops are recitals given 
in the Art Center for students taking 
private lessons, in which each student 
is given an opportunity to perform 
before the group. Compositions play- 
ed or sung are discussed, and con- 
structive criticisms offered. Thus 
each participant not only performs, 
but can evaluate her work and gain 
confidence for public performance. 

Record Library Open 

One of the outstanding advantages 
offered by the music department is 
the Music Record Library in the Art 
Center, open to all students for six- 
teen periods each week. Notices are 
posted on the bulletin boards show- 
ing when records may be taken out. 

The library contains volumes of 
symphonies, concertos, and over- 
tures, and separate records of all 
kinds. The assortment of vocal, in- 
strumental, and orchestral music 
ranges through the classical, roman- 
tic, and modern periods. 

Color Day 

Color Day. Thursday, November 
4, was the first red-letter day in the 
history of the Freshman class; they 
at last exchanged well-worn name 
badges for their class colors, the 
rose and white. Preceding the song 
contest, the class of '47 was officially 
welcomed, and Lucille Beale accept- 
ed its colors from Junior class presi- 
dent Alice Craig. In the traditional 
ceremony, each Freshman received 
the colors individually from the 
Junior members of SGA board. 

Star performer of the day was 
Faculty Club President Collins, im- 
personating the eminent music critic- 
refugee-composer Jeremir Weinberg- 
er. Dr. Weinberger, after a lengthy 
discussion of the customs, dress, and 
art of his native Czechoslovakia, pro- 
claimed the Sophomores winners of 
the song contest and presented Mar- 
tha Yorkin, class song leader, with 
a five-pound box of chocolates. 

Mu Sigma Dinner 

October 30 marked the beginning 
of a tremendous revolution on the 
scientific front. All the Who's who 
are really Who collaborated in a 
grand and glorious effort to give to 
the world, gratis, those discoveries 
which they had wrenched from the 
tenuous grasp of nature. 

Ruth Lynch and committee pro- 
vided Mu Sigma initiates with such 
profound subjects as: The Mathe- 
matical Expression jor the Convolu- 
tions of an Earthworm, Hedgehogs 
in the Field of Chemistry, Reptiles, 
the Answer to the Meat Shortage, 
Who's Who in Who's Who and Why. 
Place cards, also by Ruth, were pink 
and yellow Chemlins. 

Had the Ruskin personnel known 
of the epoch-making transactions 
which were taking place within their 
establishment they would have wax- 
ed agog. Remaining ignorant, they 
served a melt-in-the-mouth chicken 
dinner with superb nonchalance and 
withdrew, leaving Mu Sigma Inc. 
surfeited but happy. 

ISovember 1 7th . . . 

(continued from page 4) 

talk. From a single meeting in Lon- 
don in the autumn of 1941, it was 
transformed to a commemoration 
and dedication reaching New York, 
Chungking, Delhi, Canberra, Mos- 
cow, and Jerusalem. 

November 17th was chosen as In- 
ternational Student Day, for on that 
day of 1939 one hundred and fifty 
Czechoslovak university students in 
Prague were shot, many others were 
beaten and tortured, over 1,500 were 
carted off to Buchenwald, Oranien- 
berg, and Dachu, 4,000 were im- 
prisoned, and all institutions of high- 
er leaning were closed. Eventually 
all professors and persons connected 
with the university were personally 
taken care of by the invaders. All 
were arrested and put into concen- 
tration camps except those few who 
managed to escape. 

Today International Student Day 
is a day of dedication for students 
throughout the world. It memori- 
alizes those students and teachers 
everywhere who have fallen victims 
to the brutality of the attack of ag- 
gressor powers on free democratic 
education; it also pledges all the 
energies of free students to the win- 
ning of the war and to the winning 
of the peace. 

Page Six 


November 17, 1943 



All fires must be reported imme- 
diately to an administrative officer, 
faculty member or student-dormitory 
officer so that the fire department 
may be notified immediately. The 
fire department may be contacted by 
telephone by calling AT. 6363 or by 
sounding the fire call from the red 
fire box on post between the Gym- 
nasitim and Buhl Hall. 

Fire Sigrnal on Campus 

Intermittent sounding of the class- 
room bells and the gongs in the var- 
ious dormitories are the means of no- 
tifying all persons that there is a fire 
or fire drill. 

Important Points 

1. Move quietly out of building. 

2. Do not stand near a building 
because of possibility of crumbling 

3. Never stand on roadway be- 
cause of likelihood of injury from 
fire-fighting apparatus. 

Exits from Buildings 

Dormitories — the means of exits 
from the dormitories will be explain- 
ed by the house boards. In the case 
of Fickes Hall, it is recommended that 
occupants of rooms on the third cor- 
ridor use the back stairway. Occu- 
pants of rooms on second corridor 
will use the front stairway. 

Buhl Hall — there are four exits — 
one at the front of the building from 
the first floor; one from the Lecture 
Room on the first floor at the west 
end of the building and one each at 
the foot of each stairway on the 
ground floor. 

Library — three exits — one from the 
main floor and two leading to the 
back of the building from the ground 

Gymnasium — two doors, one in the 
front and one in the rear of the Gym- 
nasium floor. 

Offices over Gjannasium — exit by 
going across bridge to second floor 
of Berry Hall or by way of stairs 
to Gymnasium floor. 

Berry Hall — Fourth floor — three 
means of exit — by way of fire escapes 
either on rear of Berry Hall or west 
side by stairway to the third floor. 

Third floor — two exits, one by fire 
escape on west end of Berry Hall or 
stirway to second floor. 

Second floor — across bridge to 
stairway to Gymnasium; fire escape 
on west end of corridor; stairway 
west of Recorder's office or main 
stairway to first floor. 

Green Hall — Second floor — down 
front stairway of Berry Hall. If 

this passageway is blocked use fire 
escape on rear of Green Hall or 
stairway from Dilworth Hall. 

Dilworth Hall — Third floor — cross 
over to second floor of Green Hall 
and exit by way of main stairway of 
Berry Hall. 

Second floor — exit by way of Dil- 
worth Hall stairway to first floor and 
out of first floor either to the front or 
rear of Dilworth Hall. 

Do not use fire escape on Dil- 
worth Hall unless all other exits are 

Chapel — three exits — one at back 
of Chapel (stage entrance) and two 
in the front of the Chapel; one of 
these leads to the vestibule of Dil- 
worth Hall and the other by way of 
corridor to the rear of building. 
Places of Safety 

Mellon Hall vicinity — on the green 
near tennis court. 

Fickes Hall — on terrace in back of 
the building. 

Buhl Hall and Library — either the 
Sunken Court betvi^een the two build- 
( continued on page 8) 


Signals Received 

The audible signals will be receiv- 
ed by way of the siren on top of Dil- 
worth Hall. The nature and con- 
tinuity of the sound will indicate 
the type of warning. 

Blue signal — continuous two min- 
ute sounding of the siren. 

Red signal — intermittent sound and 
silence for a period of two minutes. 

All Clear signal — continuous 
fifteen second sound. 

The probable order of the audi- 
ble signals will be Blue, Red, Blue, 
All Clear. In event of change the 
first Blue may be omitted, however, 
there will always be a Blue signal 
before an All Clear. 

Daylig-ht Raids 

In the event of the sounding of 
the siren, irrespective of whether the 
first signal is Blue or Red, the per- 
sons on campus will immediately go 
to the Air Raid Shelters. 

House Student Shelters — All house 
students will retire to one of the 
dormitories. Any house student in 
the Art Center, Mellon Hall or vicin- 
ity will go to the Conover Room in 
Mellon Hall. Students in Fickes Hall 
or vicinity -will go to the game room 
on the first floor of Fickes. House 
students on the main campus will go 
to the Drawing Room of Woodland 

The above rules hold for any fac- 
ulty living on campus. 

Day Students' Shelters — Any day 
students in the vicinity of Fickes or 
Mellon Hall will go to the game room 
or the Conover Room, respectively. 
All day students will seek shelter 
either in the Library or Buhl Hall. 
Freshmen and Sophomores will find 
shelter on the ground floor and the 
first floor of Buhl Hall. The Junior 
and Senior day students will go to 
the lower corridor of the Library. 
Night Air Raids 

Students in the vicinity of Fickes 
and Mellon Halls will seek shelter 
in the nearest of these two buildings. 
Dormitory students on the main cam- 
pus will go to Woodland Hall. Any 
day students on the campus at night 
will go to the lower corridor of the 
Library if the latter is open. If the 
Library is closed they will go to 
Woodland Hall. 

Assembly Hall Activities 

Before each performance an- 
nouncement will be made relative to 
the various shelters that will be open 
to the guests of the College. 

Protection of Shelters 

It is imperative that all Air Raid 
shelters be made safe for the oc- 

Woodland Hall — plywood screens 
and curtains must be adjusted. 

Mellon Hall and Fickes Hall — 
black curtains must be lowered. 

Library — Venetian shades in rooms 
adjoining lower corridor must be 
closed if corridor doors are to re- 
main open. 

Buhl Hall — all corridor doors and 
classroom doors leading to corri- 
dors must be closed. 

No one must leave the shelters un- 
til the All Clear signal has been 

Condition of Classrooms 

It is the duty of the instructors to 
close the windows, turn off the lights 
and close the classroom doors before 
leaving for shelter. 

Dormitory Roll. Calls 

At the time of any Air Raid a roll 
call will be made by the various per- 
sons in charge of the several dormi- 
tories. All persons in those shelters 
must report so that information can 
be sent by local telephone to the var- 
ious buildings. 
Air Raid Wardens and First Aiders 

All persons in either of these two 
branches of service will please report 
to their respective Senior officers. The 
office of Zone 7, Sector 4, Post 4 is in 
Room 7, Buhl Hall. 

November 17, 1943 


Page Seven 



After a whole year of waiting, we 
have at last obtained an interview 
■witli PCWs most important — not to 
say only — Big Man On Campus: 
Ralpii Martin. 

He swaggered — or rather, staggered 
— across the living room of his Mur- 
ray Hill home, greeting us with a 
wide five-toothed grin. He said he 
would be able to give us only a lew 
minutes of his valuable time because 
his mother, Dr. Martin, would be 
home soon and that his out-of-offlce 
hours belonged to her. 

Smooth light brown hair, dark 
brovni eyes, and a mouth well suit- 
ed to smol^ing a bubble pipe give 
him that distinguished Harvard look. 
Much too young — he was born on No- 
vember 18, 1942 — to maintain such 
dignity for long, he forgoes his som- 
ber appearance frequently to scram- 
ble around on the floor while talk- 
ing to guests. His ideas about the 
fa:ts of living are quite definite. His 
faste in foods runs to the vitamin 
side — eggs, oranges, mashed prunes, 
tomatoes, cod liver oil, and a quart 
of milk every day. His opinion of 
this vitamin business is high, because 
he is almost three feet tall and tips 
his baby scales at twenty-four 

Everyone to his own taste — but if 
we happened to be nineteen years 
younger and had his good-looking 
blocks and handsome teddy bears, we 
wouldn't choose baby food jar lids 
as our favorite toys. As he said, "you 
can't make noise by slinging tlie bear, 
but just try jar lids — their clatter sat- 
isfies" (rough translation). 

We looked at him, and he looked at 
Tis — you know how that goes — then 
■we sighed. Could have been be- 
cause we wished he could go to the 
Fall Formal with us. Then came the 
blow — he doe'-n't like solt, dreamy 
music, gliding waltzes, or even jump- 
ing jive. He's just a chip off the old 
block; taking after his Naval Lieu- 
tenant daddy, he prefers martial 

Evidently forgiving the fact that a 
great many PCWites had invaded his 
privacy in his younger days when he 
was unable to defend himself, he in- 
vited more of them to visit him some 
afternoon. Being confined by a 
rather rigid schedule, he requested 
phone calls before such visits. Those 
who keep their eyes open in the aft- 

ernoon can often see him whizzing 
along the street in his gasiess car- 

We were just becoming chummy 
with him when his mother arrived. 
Sad, but he jilted us, tottering to 
greet her and clutching chairs as he 
went. Taking unfair advantage, we 
asked her how Ralph behaved at 
home. She just laughed, and when 
her son shyly suggested that he would 
like to visit the Dorm sonnetime, she 
said that the girls might like that 
because Ralph is the best dust mop 
ever made. 

Dear Mr. Butler: 

We're still hoping you'll soon be 
back on the hill, sorting stacks of 
History of Art pictures (to be learn- 
ed, of course), remembering all our 
names when we meet in the hall, and 
listening to our troubles. 

PCW celebrated Color Day a few 
days ago and somehow we missed 
one of those impromptu chapel 
speeches you used to give to spur us 
on to victory. The Sophomores won, 
but we all needed you to lift our 

We've changed a little of course — 
there are new faces among the fac- 
ulty but no one to take your place 
in the Art Department. Remember 
those reading lists we had to hand in 
every week — and the ten minute 
writtens we had to slave for? 1 heard 
a Freshman say the other day that 
one of her college ambitions was to 
take your Art course. So you see, 
we don't let them forget you! 

You spoke to us all even if you 
didn't have us in class. You learned 
our faces and names and though we 
didn't suspect it, you knew about all 
of us. So many times we walked 
down the hill with you or stopped to 
talk to you, and we'll never fors?et 
those private conferences you fre- 
quently had to help us with our 
problems. Your advice always proved 
to be so good that we miss it now. 
(continued on page 14) 


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Knowing the Kims of the Speech 
department (formally known as Mr. 
and Mrs. George B. Kimberly, if they 
can be known formally) is a very 
Kim-ish experience. We hasten to 
add that the above used adjective 
implies the nth degree of being "out 
of this world." This explanation is 
for the enlightenment of those poor 
unenlightened souls who, not know- 
ing the Kims, could of course have 
no way of knowing what Kim-ish 

Now that we've written the neces- 
sary introductory paragraph, and hop- 
ing, dear reader, that your eyes are 
still racing along these here golden 
words, we proceed to the meat of 
the matter. 

Well, as we started to say last 
paragraph, tne Kimberlys are from 
Tech Drama School. Last year we met 
Kim, the man of the team in his 
stagecraft class. He thought we were 
dumb but we thought he was neat 
and were on the verge of slurping 
ourselves all over PCW in a swoon 
that would make Sinatra's fans look 
impotent, when we learned Ye Olde 
Awful Truthe ... He had a wife! 
We whispered it around, trying vali- 
antly to ignore it, but at last it grew 
to a great roar which disrupted the 
dignified, feet-on-the-ground Speech 
Department. We then had a mo- 
ment of silent meditation in honor of 
National Platonic Week. 

This year we met the Awful Truthe 
in the teacher of the acting, make- 
up and costuming class. Another 
whisper started around. The "A.T.," 
as she had been referred to, was defi- 
nitely on the Up-And-Up. She sur- 
prised her class with the unexpected 
— real pistol shots for instance. When 
she talked to you, you were the most 
important gal in the world. Bob 
Hope had nothing on her when it 
came to fun. Again the whisper 
grew. This time it roared, "If we 
were a man, that's the kind of wife 
we'd want. Blessings on thee, lucky 

We were talking to the "A.T." 
(now known as Mrs. Kim) the other • 
day during a rehearsal recess about 
our love affairs and were bemoaning 
the fact that this big world held only 
one Kim. "That's right," said she 
through a big grin, "and 1 saw him 
first." Then she went on to tell us 
that they met as students at Tech 
Drama School. ("Curses," we mut- 
(continued on page 8) 

Page Eight 


November 17. 1943 


Kim Squared 

(continued from page 7) 
tered, we were probably just ugly 
little brats at that time.") 

Then Mrs. Kim told about the time 
she looked out a store window and 
saw two noses flattened against the 
pane. On the other end of the noses 
were Kim ana ner brother. Inside 
the window were two black ties cov- 
ered with splashy yellow roses. (No, 
you didn't misunderstand us, we said 
splashy yellow roses.) So Mrs. Kim 
was six dollars poorer and the men 
were each a splashy-yellow-rose-tie 
richer. The worst part of the story 
is that they actually wore them the 
next night at a dinner party. The 
grown-up men with yellow rose beds 
on their chests. 

Kim has a serious message to con- 
vey to PCW students which he deliv- 
ered with hands stuffed into the 
pockets of his green overcoat as he 
paced the floor in characteristic man- 
ner. He thinks the people at PCW 
can get a lot from working in the 
theater. "Some of them are going to 
be teachers, some are going to marry 
and take their places in the com- 
munity, and by working in social 
groups, and religious groups, they can 
raise standards." He feels that dra- 
matic education not only improves 
existing illiterate conditions concern- 
ing the theater, but is of great per- 
sonal value to the student as well. 
And after the war, he expects to see 
a great boom in the field of drama. 
He feels that television will better 
drama, increase interest in drama, 
and also will call for a tremendous 
number of people. 

Mrs. Kim has a serious message, 
too. She says that next to drama, 
cooking is her big interest. "Maybe 
that's 'cause I like to eat," she added. 

The Kims give parties, too. Par- 
ties where they play Gracie Fields' 
records and have delectable things 
with which to stuff your face as you 
listen to their stories. But have 
courage, all you Pixie-Double Woo's 

— (we're aware of the fact that that's 
a direct steal from the Freshmen song 
but we think it's worth stealing, don't 
you? This is intended to make all 
the Freshmen dash madly to buy 
tickets for the Speech Majors' play 
to be given after Thanksgiving and 
for which tickets will be on sale soon 
"Note — Sophomores, Juniors and Sen- 
iors are cordially invited to buy 
tickets, too. This is a plug, in case 
we've been too subtle) — the dreary 
o'd Speech Lab is having its face 
lifted under the supervision of the 
Kims and there's going to be a Lab- 
warming when it's finished and you 
csn all come and meet the unbe- 
lievable Kims. For we have decided 
that you haven't lived until you have 
met them, and we can't have a lot of 
corpses cadavering around our cam- 
pus. It just isn't nice. 

P. S. — Kim's weak spot is coca-cola. 
He dearly loves PCW for its coke ma- 
chine. All donations will be grate- 
fully accepted. He told us to be sure 
to work this point in subtly, but we 
forgot until just now, and anyhow, 
Mrs. Shupp has taught us not to be 

P. C. 

In General 

Who is people? 

It is said that people have more fun 
than anyboly. Obviously they have 
more painful sorrow than anybody 
because, after all, who is there left 
to have painful sorrow besides peo- 
ple? Everybody loves people some 
of the time and everybody hates 
people some of the time. But, wlio is 

Your best 'riend isn't people. Tlie 
man you re pinned to isn't people. 
The faculty isn't people. The fac- 
ulty sometimes isn't even human. 

It is said that people are every- 
where but what about all those places 
where people aren't? Nobody knows 
where people is, let alone who people 

People, says the men of science, are 
a combination of peculiar things 



Announce the opening of their new 



Three camera rooms at your service. 
433 PENN AVENUE ATlantic 4575 

"Completely air-conditioned for your comfort the year round." 

worth about ninety cents. But no- 
body can combine those peculiar 
things to make people so we don't 
even know what people is either. 

What bothers us is, if nobody 
knows the answer to who is peo- 
ple? Where is people? What is peo- 
ple? How do we get people all mix- 
ed up in this war and now that we've 
got people all mixed up, who is there 
left to get 'em straightened out? 

Fire Drill Rules 

(continued frora page 6) 
ings or on green in front of these 

Gymnasium — green in front of Buhl 

Berry, Green and Dilworth Halls 
— either on the green in front of Li- 
brary or on Athletic Field. 

Woodland Hall — either on Athletic 
Field or on hillside betwteen Wood- 
land Hall and President's House. 
Fire-fighting Information 

Fire hose on reel of carts is found 
in shed between Gymanisum and 
Heating plant. This hose can be at- 
tached to fire hydrants in front of 
Buhl Hall or in front of the Library. 

Indoor hose attachments are found 
in the various classrooms and dormi- 
tory buildings. 

Bicarbonate fire extinguishers are 
also in various dormitories laborator- 
ies and .classroom buildings. 

The Air Raid Service has furnish- 
ed the College tank sprays which 
have been distributed so that there 
will be at least one spray to each 
building. The bicarbonate fire ex- 
tinguishers and tank sprays are very 
useful in the fighting of minor fires. 
General Notice 

Every faculty member must know 
the difliercnt means of exit from the 
various classrooms. 

The students should acquaint them- 
selves with all the means and loca- 
tions of fire-fighting apparatus so that 
they may be ready either to serve 
as or give information to fire fighters. 

All dormitory students must have 
in their possession a flashlight which 
is operable. 

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November 17, 1943 


Page Nine 



"Men, men, everywhere, nor any 
drip to date." The armed forces 
have — or had — the beautilul oppo- 
site sex manacled to tent flaps and 
periscopes. But somehow, by mass 
pass forgery or unnatural change of 
heart on the part of numerous C. O.'s, 
a flood of males has been loosened 
upon us — thereby increasing campus 
whispers to a thundrous roar. 

However this miracle has come to 
pass — it is enough that PCWites are 
saved from schizophrenic introver- 
sion and the gossip columnists from 
complete relapse. 

Success Stories 

The phenomenal success of the sun- 
dry events of the past month is still 
being evidenced in various sunny 
campus countenances. Open House 
on the 30th netted "Doc" McKee 
phone calls and dinner dates with the 
A. S. T. P. man she met there . . . 
Nancy McCleery and Lee Hutton sing 
praises of the same fling — their two 
Edgewood boys seem quite interest- 
ed, and interesting! The I. F. dance 
at the Schenley on the same date at- 
tracted, among others, Margie Mohn, 
Gigi Gilliland, Gene Wallace, Pinl?ey 
Jackley, Jeanne Ritz, and Dolly Lar- 
Tripping: and Trapping 

Then there are those weekends the 
kids have been taking — uneventful 
as the very dickens, of course . . . 
Tish Duff, Chickie Sawders, and 
Marjorie McSwegan trotted oft to 
New York for a few days . . . 
Mary Wells keeps the rails humming 
between here and the University of 
West Virginia. She says football 
games are the attraction, but we'll 
have to see the games before we get 
that one. 
On the Home Front 

The gals who stay in their own 
back yards don't do so bad, either 

! DAVID i 



Wm. Penn Hotel 


ATlantic 1864 

. . . hear tell of a few girls who 
actually had their men in town for 
a while. Ginny Sommerfield was 
seen with a six-foot Navy man, while 
Joy Milliken was surrounded by the 
same glow when her Princeton boy 
came home. Ouida Mcgehee had her 
share of ups-and-downs one morn- 
ing when she said hello-and-good- 
bye in a few short 'hours. Crowds 
gathered at Woodland's front win- 
dows to "watch Patty Jaycox and her 
captain leaving for a big date . . . 
and more than a few lonesome 
femmes lingered over the evening 
paper downstairs when Mary Lou 
Burkhart's and Joan Titus's Army 
men called. Sally Lou Smith's Bob 
came all the way from California to 
see home — and her . . . Helen Myers 
had her "Bunny" and Ellen Saylor 
her "Spanky" home not so long ago. 
The marines, or rather the Marine 
for Kay Lowe landed as a surprise to 
his "pinned" girl. 

Steady Regulars 

It'll be June in February for Ruth 
Lynch if all goes -well . . . Sue Nor- 
ton is convinced that it's real — and 
her brand-new Phi Gam pin is con- 
vincing everyone else. Not every 
girl can be compared to Betty Grable 
and come out on top as did Marge 
Selleck ... it seems the boys were 
discussing the famous beauty (Gra- 
ble, of course) the other night, and 
Marge's man took two times-out dur- 
ing the evening to call and tell her 
she needn't worry. 
Clothes Conscious 

We've been noticing Mandy Har- 
ris's little black hat with the lace 
frills . . . Millie Corman's white 
Timmie-Tuft coat and handknit 
socks . . . Jackie Neal's penguin pins 
parading pertly over her sweaters 
. . . Ginny Little's wooden slat purse 
■ . . Joan Wiley's Phantom of the 
Opera cape. 
Campus Cliatters About . . . 

the fact that Lois AUshouse's luck 
holds — her man is stationed at Pitt! 
Less fortunate are the gals whose 
one-and onlys keep the phone wires 
buzzing from afar — Anne Coughan- 
our's, Lee Hutton's, Evvie Mock's, and 
Marian Arra's calls come regularly. 
Doris Baird is also keeping the fires 
burning in the same way — via long 

Sammie Hamilton, Else Greger, 
Dolly Larson, Chub Arnold, Mike 
Michael Peggy Dodge, Jeanne Ram- 
bo, and Virginia Toy were shivering 
(continued on page 10) 


This week the editors are still lick- 
ing various wounds incurred in a 
frontal attack from a would-be Ar- 
row staff member. Said aspirant 
caught the editors off guard, in a 
bridge game as usual, and pounced 
upon both of them — no mean feat in 
itself — saying, "Make me an Arrow 
editor — I want to go to Mrs. Shupp's 
staff party, so you'll have to make 
me an editor." The eds, although not 
certain of either her writing ability 
or her complete sanity, happened to 
be in a jovial mood. With the com- 
mand to "Write!", they shoved over 
pencil and paper and joyfully await- 
ed the customary dumbfounded ex- 
pression. However, as this character 
was already half way through an 
article of her own devising the eds 
merely sat by in meditative silence 
while she tossed oflE 900 words of il- 
legible script. Although determin- 
ed to do a thorough re-write or 
throw-out job on the item, whatever 
it turned out to be the editors, being 
mild-mannered and timid souls, were 
cowed — nay, beaten — into running 
the creation in its awful entirety, cut- 
ting nary a line of its galloping prose. 
Results: the write up of the Kim- 
berlys on page 7. It probably serves 
us right. 

It's a remarkable fact that among 
the prime causes of room-mate di- 
vorce ranks the seemingly insig- 
nificant window blind. It is super- 
seded only by the passing of an open- 
ing two bid and the non-replacement 
of the toothpaste cap. On returning 
to Mellon Hall after a two weeks so- 
journ in the realms "beyond," the 
first — absolutely the first — words my 
room-mate uttered were , "Helen, 
thank God, the blinds are straight." 

Theoretically, a window blind may 
merely be up or do\vn. But the 
analytical observer will immediate- 
ly see that there are innumerable 
phases of "up" and just as innumera- 
ble phases of "down." Herein lies 
the terrible potency of the window 
blind as a happy-dorm-room-wreck- 
er. As if an ordinary Woodland Hall 
blind weren't trying enough, your 
campus-commenter was allotted an 
eight-windowed boudoir — each win- 
dow pugnaciously bearing a Venetian 

Now, a Venetian blind can not only 
be up or down but, horrors of horrors, 
can also be open or shut or half open 
(continued on page 11) 

Page Ten 


November 17, 1943 



Some day when life's demands are 
not so pressing, a treatise will be 
published — a treatise on the futility 
of sleep. Until that somewhat in- 
definite time, let these few words 
suffice. When rest can be accom- 
plished without the ghastly pro- 
cesses of going to sleep and waking 
up — then and only then will it 
achieve a position of real worth. 

When we go to breakfast or to 
classes in the morning physically, 
mentally, and spiritually lethargic — 
it's not because we are in need of 
sleep. It's because we haven't re- 
covered frorh what sleep we did have. 
Our worst moods are those which 
occur immediately before and after 
sleeping. Obviously, these morbid 
senses could be eliminated if the 
cause, sleep, were eliminated. We 
may go to bed in a state of elation 
and wake in a condition of complete 
relapse commonly called a hangover. 
The only intervening action on our 
part has been sleep. Therefore, the 
cause of the change must be sleep. 
We retire in a warm, cozy room and 
our next conscious sense impressions 
are those of unwelcome light, jan- 
gling alarms, and intense cold. How 
much more sensible it would be to 
remain awake, adapt gradually to 
light, control the thermostat to taste, 
and omit the need for alarms en- 

With our wits about us at all times, 
hundreds of accidents due to mental 
dullness and lack of conscious fore- 
sight would be totally eliminated. 
A sleeping man is a first class delin- 
quent on the highways or in any time 
of stress. Thousands of people die or 
are murdered while in the coma of 
sleep. Perhaps wakefulness would 
not cancel all such possibilities, but 
at least victims could put up a run- 
ning fight. 

Then, too, time is ticking itself 
away as fast if not faster during sleep 
as during consciousness. Consider 
the working hours, the thinking 
hours, the hours of pleasure we cast 
upon the altar of time each night. 
Life is too short to be so squandered. 

Friends, take heed. Sleep is not a 
virtue; it is the most villainous and 
consuming vice of our age. 

H. H. S. 

Here and There 

(continued from page 9) 
happily in the Gardens on Novem- 
ber 5. They and the others whom 
the Icecapdes dazzled may not know 
that Marjorie IVfayhall's father is the 
music director. 
Beau Knots 

Joan Kaufmann's heart-strings as 
well as her tongue were tied when 
she received that lovely watch as an 
engagement present . . . Martha 
McCullough's knitting plans for her 
coming visit to Paul into every stitch 
of that olive-drab sweater. Betty 
Fleck and Ed seem to have more in 
common than their piano-playing 
talents, because they're dating reg- 
ularly. Chat Chattaway is proud- 
ly wearing a new Navy V-5 pin. 
While most of us pray for clear 
weather and warm weekends, Mary 
Lou Egan hopes for rain and more 
rain — come bad flying weather, and 
Kenny's trip to Pittsburgh will finally 
come true. 
Star in Her Car 

The A. W. V. S. made from Fran 
Hilbish Joan Blondell's chauffeur 
when she was in town. Fran had a 
little trouble keeping her eye glued 
to the rear-view mirror while driv- 
ing, but reports that Joan is "darn- 
ed nice." 
And at Last 

Ann McClymonds, after all these 
years, finally had her name changed 
to Turnock — only now she moans 
that .more people than ever are call- 
ing her Mac. 
The Cherub 

Norma Bailey, who seems to have 
found the Fountain of Perpetual 
Youth, got in hot water again at her 
practice teaching school. Rushing to 
a class, she daslied down an "up" 
flight of stairs, only to be encounter- 
ed by a stern-faced teacher who de- 
manded, "You ought to know better! 
What grade are you in anyway?" 
And So . . . 

we, the grimy gleaners of garrul- 

ous gossip, being alliterate, if not 
illiterate, bid you a fond and weary 
adieu until December 14. 

After A Fashion 

So you are interested in a be- 
coming hat to wear with your new 
tweed suit? Don't, please don't com- 
mit the unpardonable and top a sport 
suit with a dressy hat. Instead, why 
not invest in a perky beret that you 
can don quickly and forget? In case 
of necessity, you can even park it in 
a convenient pocket, and this hardy 
little hat will never give away the 
secret. Save your more imaginative 
wanderings for your tea hat, and if 
it is small and has a touch of feath- 
ers, so much the better — it's the 
height of fashion at the moment. 
Natasha Blue 

As for color, the newest one to 
come to the front is Natasha Blue. 
Named for Tolstoy's heroine and rep- 
resentative of Russia, tliis striliing 
shade is a vibrant and electric blue. 
Try it in a soft wool dress with glit- 
tering rhinestone clips and a touch of 
the same blue on your bonnet. It is 
as stunning as it sounds. 
Cossack Fashions 

The Russian influence is even more 
evident in the costume suits adver- 
tised this fall. Did you notice the 
number of dark reds and greens, cut 
with slightly swinging skirts and 
trimmed, Cossack fashion, in Persion 
lamb? Or the high fur hats fea- 
ured in this month's Vogue, along 
with heavily embroidered coats and 
afternoon dresses? Cartier and 
Lackritz are even featuring heavy 
ornate Russian jewelry in styles that 
we would have considered gaudy two 
years ago. 

Something to help you be your 
most polislied self on these dull days 
is the Chen Yu nail-polish and lip- 
stick combination. The shades are 
especially striking with blue and 
(continued on page 12) 


232 Oliver Avenue at Wood Street Pittsburgh, Pa. 

'^'Flowers That Talk^^ 

court 8846—8844 
Sully Nesta Harold Krongotd 

November 17, 1943 


Page Eleven 



I was born on August 26, 1943, at 
Buhl Science Hall, Pittsburgh, Penn- 
sylvania. My father, Herman H. 
Hamster, Sr., came from a long line 
of Syrian Hamsters: his family tree 
can be traced back on his maternal 
side to the Honorable Hesha Ham- 
ster of Aleppo, Syria, who as bur- 
row-master of his community, dis- 
charged his duties with such prompt- 
ness and dispatch as to render his 
humble descendant, Herman H. 
Hamster, Jr., justly proud. 

My dear mother, Roberta Rodent, 
formerly of Chicago Laboratories, 
Inc., was born into an impoverished 
but proud immigrant family from 
Syria — the Mesocricetus Auratuses — 
who, for the sake of assimilating 
themselves into the Chicago commu- 
nity as true children of the Statue 
of Liberty, changed their name le- 
gally to Rodent. 


East Liberty 


My father, Herman H. Hamster, 
Sr., married my mother, Roberta 
Rodent, in Pittsburgh .Pennsylvania, 
as a result of a prearranged match, 
promulgated, as is the custom in our 
family, by certain authorities in the 
Department of Biology of Pennsyl- 
vania College for Women in Pitts- 
burgh, Pennsylvania. 

With their bridal gifts of a hand- 
ful of calf's meal and a half yard of 
cotton wadding, the Herman H. 
Hamster, Seniors, settled down to 
married life in their cozy honey- 
moon cage in Buhl Hall. My mother 
(now Roberta Hamster) proved her- 
self to be a meticulous housekeeper 
— a pleasing trait for any young 
bride — by rearranging the cotton 
furniture from time to time to dif- 
ferent corners of the cage. Lacking 
moving equipment, she resorted to 
the cache as cache can method by 
stuffing the cotton in her cheek, as 
is the custom in our family. My 
father, Herman H. Hamster, Sr., 
feared at first that his bride was not 
refined enough to live up to the 
flawless standards of all Hamster 
wives — he thought at first that my 
mother chewed tobacco. Needless to 
say, my father was more than re- 
lieved to discover cotton wadding in 
my mother's pouch rather than 
Crimp cut. 

I was born into this proud family 
on August 26, 1943, with seven other 
brothers and sisters, two of whom, 
according to an old custom in our 
family, were eaten by my parents, 
the Herman H. Hamster Seniors. 





My childhood was spent in an 
academic atmosphere — that of the 

Biology Department of Pennsylvania 
College for Women. I thus absorb- 
ed much information chiefly in the 
scientific field, although this knowl- 
edge was supplemented by a few 
tid-bits from Freshman English, and 
part of an advanced course in ex- 
perimental psychology which I had 
gleaned from various eavesdropped 
conversations which came to me in 
my cage at Buhl Hall. 

My other accomplishments in- 
cluded my mother's ability of stuff- 
ing a pouch, and a special trick of 
washing behind both my ears at 
once. I early developed a taste for 
Purina Chow Checkers which has 
remained with me to this day. 

I resembled, as a young Hamster, 
a miniature bear. My fur was so 
thick and soft that students couldn't 
keep from stroking me, and the OPA 
threatened to put a fur tax on my 
humble self. I had (and still have) 
a tail which resembled to a large 
extent a tripod on a camera. I was 
(continued on page 16) 

Campus Comments 

(continued from page 9) 
or half shut or up and open or down 
and closed or — the possibilities are 
beyond sane comprehension. 

Even such a situation as this can 
be overcome with supreme tact and 
delicacy. But the nth degree of in- 
justice — the hurdle which neither tact 
nor delicacy nor undying patience can 
o'er leap — is that all eight, all eight 
Venetian blinds must, at one and the 
same time, be up the same distance, 
down the same distance, open the 
same distance, closed the same 
distance. I leave you to the con- 
templation of my fate. 
^ « ^ 

I've got those "oh what an easy job 
you've got, all you do is wield a pen 
blues." The brain is blank. The 
room-mate's brain is blank. The 
hour is late. The cigarette has that 
end-of-the-pack flavor and the coke 
is flat because the ice has melted in 
it. An idea existed only in hys- 
terical babblings of one called Plato. 
An impi-ession is a smudgy molding- 
clay design made from wooden casts 
at the age of four. A criticism is a 
neatly typed precis of nothing. A 
campus comment is a wandering 
thing of fairy-scattered dust. Plug 
for the unsung institution of sleep. 

Page Twelve 


November 17, 1943 


ANGELO by Louise (A- p- Terhune) Flood, '45 

Angelo was a remarkable dog in- 
deed. He knew all the answers: what 
became of the Lost Colony of Roan- 
oke; who the Unknown Soldier of 
France was; whether the Prince 
chose the Lady or the Tiger. Or both. 
Or neither. Angelo know many 
things besides: the names of all An- 
onymouses in Poetry Anthologies: 
the correct identity of all pseudo- 
nyms — George Eliot's, O. Henry's, 
Dorothy Lamour's and many others. 
Moreover, Angelo knew about com- 
mon denominators and little-known 
facts about less-known people. 

Angelo might have been a Quiz 
Kid. He might even have become 
an expert expert-stumper on Infor- 
mation Please. But Angelo had one 
great handicap (or pawdicap since 
he was a dog) : Angelo could not 
talk! No one had taught him as a 
puppy. His mother and his litter- 
mates were illiterates. 

This lack of speech was unhealthy 
for Angelo — he was nervous and 
fidgety. He also had insomnia. And 
he wouldn't drink his Ovaltine. What 
Angelo needed was compensation for 
his inefficiency in language. Angelo 
decided to turn his hobby into a 
worthwhile career. 

Humming was Angelo's hobby. He 
was especially talented for this par- 
ticular avocation. Angelo had a so- 
prano bark! Angelo could hit high 
C. He first discovered his gift one 
morning at four o'clock. To cheer 
the dead silence of the dark, Angelo 
started to hum Yankee Doodle. He 
thought the song amusing. A sleepy 
neighbor thought it was a howl. He 
threw a tomato at Angelo. Angelo, 
then and there, knew his talents lay 
on the opera stage. 

But Angelo was torn with inde- 
cision. He listened to the radio one 
evening and heard "I've got those 
mad about him, sad about him, how 
can I be glad without him? Blues." 
Angelo hummed them over to him- 
self. The song sounded excellent. 
Angelo was tempted to be a blues 

But he looked into a mirror and 
thought: "No, I can't be a blues sing- 
er. Since I am half collie, I must 
be a long-haired musician. Anyway 
I am especially talented for the lat- 
ter. The cocker spaniel blood in me 
enables me to play by ear." 

So Angelo became a classical mu- 

sician. Eight hours a day he prac- 
ticed. He hummed in his soprano 
bark. He hummed the Love Duet 
from Tristram and Isolde, the Chor- 
al from Beethoven's Ninth Sym- 
phony and Way Down Upon the 
Swannie River. 

So at last, Angelo, felt himself 
ready for the opera. He went to the 
Metropolitan for an audition. He 
was rather sensitive about his being 
a dog, so he dressed himself up in a 
zoot suit and sauntered in. Never- 
theless he was turned down. 

The men at the Opera-House said, 
"We like your voice. It has depth 
and tonal quality, but, my dear An- 
gelo, how can you expect to sing 
Grand Opera if you can't say words? 
Humming's all right in its place, but 
opera-goers must hear words in or- 
der to follow the stories of the 

As Angelo staggered out into the 
glaring Manhattan sun, he wondered 
why opera-goers couldn't read Sto- 
ries From the Great Operas. 

Angelo indeed was in the dog 
house now. He was penniless, unap- 
preciated — a victim of ignorant so- 
ciety. In this late year of canineteen 
forty three, a true musical genius 
was leading a dog's life. 

Angelo then moved to a garret in 
Pittsburgh. Everything was gone 
except his music. He still could hum 
in his soprano bark. So one morn- 
ing, Angelo was hitting the high C 
in the Star Spangled Banner when 
three beautiful and intelligent and 
charming girls walked down the 
street. They were, of course, Juniors 
at Pennsylvania College for Women. 
They stopped and said to each other: 
"Listen, he's good. Let's grab him 
for Color Day." 

So before he knew it, Angelo was 
under an indefinite contract with the 
Junior class of PCW. It was bar- 
gained that they would keep him in 
cigarettes and dog biscuits if he 
would be the star hummer on Color 

So Angelo practiced and practiced 
with the Junior Class of PCW. This 
was his opportunity — he was to be 
the soloist after long, weary days of 

At last the morning of Color Day 
streaked in Angelo's garret. Angelo 
jumped out of his basket and ran 
to the sink to gargle. He started to 

hum: "High on a hill . . ." but 
something was wrong! What had 
happened? His bark wasn't a so- 
prano anymore — he couldn't hit high 
C! Angelo had reached maturity! 
His bark had changed to a bass. 

Angelo was dejected. Color Day, 
his big opportunity — the Juniors 
counting on him. His life was ruin- 
ed. He hummed again in his deep 
bass bark. Suddenly he realized he 
was humming the male half of the 
love duet from Tristram and Isolde. 

Things were looking up. He still 
had a future before him — as a bass 
hummer. He scribbled a hasty note 
to the Juniors: 

"Sorry, don't count on me! My 
bark is better than last night." 

So, without Angelo's humming, 
the Juniors lost Color Day. And 
Angelo? He's now a member of the 
Princeton Men's glee club! 

After A Fashion 

(continued from page 10) 
black, and should set off your winter 
wardrobe to perfection. 
Satin's Smooth 

Lately, satins has been lifted out 
of the realm of Belle Watling, and has 
become quite respectable. It is equal- 
ly popular as trimming on afternoon 
dresses and the new short formals. 
Even Merry Hull, the glove designer, 
has employed black satin for evening 
gloves and tea ones, and John-Fred- ■ 
erics' newest hats are tiny pill-boxes 
of satin and grosgrain ribbon. Try it 
with furs; the results are astonish- 

Dinner dresses — long ones — are 
scarcely a necessity these days, but 
if you find yourself trapped into buy- 
ing one, be sure it is a narrow-skirt- 
ed, long-sleeved one. In Jade green 
and Chinese gold, they are becoming 
to any type, and will be more prac- 
tical later on. Save yours, with a 
feathered dragon fan, for your 
"After- the- war-reunion" at the Tar- 
ry. It will do the trick. 

Invasion Is 
Costly fighting 

Your Boy Gives 

lOO per cent; 

How about yotix 

bond buying? 


November 17, 1943 


Page Thirteen 


IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT by Mary Jane Youngling, '45 

Without taking his eyes from his 
■faook, John Baker reached over to 
the bed table and fumbled for the 
■other half of his sandwich. He shift- 
ed the book to his left hand and bal- 
anced it against his knees. A piece 
of tomato fell out of the triangle of 
bread and landed on the quilt, may- 
onnaise side down. John stopped in 
the middle of the last sentence on 
page two-fifteen, struggled with the 
tomato seeds that slipped in his hand, 
and finally managed to slide them 
onto the plate. Then he smoothed 
his hand over the spot, because he 
didn't know what else to do, and 
rubbed it on his sleeve. 

"Stop squirming, John. Hurry up 
and finish and turn out the light. I'm 
tired tonight." His wife yawned and 
the "tonight" dangled at the end of 
the yawn. 

"Uh," grunted John, "wait 'til I 
finish this chapter." 

Sue poked the pillow with her fist 
and pushed her feet way down to 
where the sheets were still cool. 
"Johnny was bad today. Wouldn't 
let Harriet touch 'im. Cried every 
time she went near. John, I don't 
know what we're going to do. We 
can't get another girl and he won't 
let Harriet ..." 

"Ah, honey, please — I've read the 
same sentence about four times now." 
John didn't look up from the page. 
Last Man to Leave Attn couldn't 
"wait for John's wife to solve house- 
hold problems. 

Sue turned away from the light 
and pulled the blankets up over her 
head, leaving only her mouth and 
chin uncovered. The wool was warm 
against her cheek. She blinked her 
eyes and sighed without making a 
sound. "I'll have those bananas for 
John's breakfast. They should be 
ripe enough . . . Dear God — don't 
let the baby cry at Harriet . . . to- 
morrow . . . I'm . . . so . . . 

"Sue," John nudged her. "I hear 
the baby crying." Sue waited a sec- 
ond for her husband but he remained 
comfortable, with his book. 

"Your turn." John swallowed a 
steel-worker sized bite of sandwich 
as Sue slid out of bed onto the floor. 
"You would remember, wouldn't 
you?" she laugher. Sue searched 
for her slippers with her feet and 

wriggled into them as she crossed the 
room. On her way out the door she 
grabbed her robe that was on the 
chair and hurried across the hall to 
the nursery. The baby was howling 
by the time his mother reached the 

"Shhh, honey baby. What's the 
matter, darling? Oh, you lost that 
ol' bottle and you still have some to 
go. Come on, mummy '11 fix you up 

It was against the rules in the How 
to Train Baby book she got three 
weeks before Johnny was born, but 
she zipped down the blue tuck-me-in 
anyhow, and lifted the baby into her 
arms. Sue always told her friends 
that she and John intended to spoil 
Johnny because he was their first 
baby and had a right to be spoiled, 
and it would be time enough to go 
by the book when they had more 
children. At times like this, how- 
ever, she wished they had pretended 
Johnny was their second. 

The blanket with the satin binding 
was on the edge of the crib and Sue 
wrapped her son in it. His cry was 
almost nothing but a hiccup now and 
as soon as he got his bottle, he'd be 
quiet altogether. 

Sue could not find the light switch 
that lit the stairs, so she moved cau- 
tiously down the steps in the dark. 
On the last step she tripped over the 
mat that had come loose two days 
ago when Harriet was scrubbing it. 
In the kitchen she shifted the baby 
to her left arm so that she could 
work faster. Two matches broke be- 
fore she finally got the stove lit. 
"Darn this stove. I'll have to remind 
John to get a man to fix the lighter." 

Sue tipped the bottle so that a few 
drops of milk squeezed out on her 
wrist. It was warm enough to give 

"When there's a bottle, there's al- 
ways hope. That was easy," Sue 
thought as she laid the baby in his 
crib and zipped him up again. He 
was looking up into her face now. 
It made her laugh to watch how fast 
his cheeks were moving in and out 
while he made funny sucking noises. 
She rolled up a towel and put it un- 
der the bottle to make sure Johnny 
could get the last few drops of milk. 
That was a good way. Harriet had 
told her. 

Sue tiptoed out of the nursery and 
back into her own room. John had 
finished his book by now and was 
lying very still with his hands under 
the pillow. 

"Asleep already. Lucky," she 
thought as she shook off her slippers 
and robe and crawled back into bed. 
It was cold there and the coldness 
made her wide awake. She stared 
at the patterns the moon made 
through the curtains and wondered 
if the baby would sleep 'til seven. 
"Glad I had the rest of the bottle to 
give him. He's probably asleep by 
now." She moved her lips but made 
no sound. The clock struck two, in- 
terrupting the stillness that was so 
big and dark. Sue listened carefully 
and realized that her suspicion was 
true, that Johnny was accompanying 
the clock — only Johnny would con- 
tinue long after the clock had stopped. 
Again Sue got out of bed, this time 
not bothering with her slippers. She 
moved over to the table beside her 
husband and snapped on the light. 
It was like a conditioned reflex for 
John and he popped up immediately. 

"I'm coming, dear — what do we 
have for breakfast?" he mumbled in 
a thick deep voice. 

Sue giggled. "It's only two o'clock 
and the baby is crying. Was my 
turn last time. He's all yours now, 

John rubbed his head with a 
blurred movement — yawned. "All 
right, you win. What'U I do?" 

"He's finished the bottle — there's 
nothing to do but walk." 

Sue climbed back into bed and 
rolled over to her side. She lay there 
with her eyes closed, listening to the 
sound of John's feet on the carpet 
and then on the bare floor. She knew 
the route he was taking. 

"I'll have to get the mat on that 
step fixed in the morning . . . Dear 
God, please don't let Johnny cry at 
Harriet — not tomorrow." 

Page Fourteen 


November 17, 1943 


MRS. McARDLE'S SIN by Jane Meuh, '45 

Susan settled herself more firmly 
in the chair. Her colt-like legs fell 
over the arm and her back twisted 
like an "s" turn. A chartreuse book, 
by title, Mrs. McArdle's Sin, was 
clutched tightly in one hand and in 
the other she held a sticky candy bar. 
The plot was thickening as she turned 
the page and her mother's call fell on 
ears listening only for the sound of 
the murder gun. 

"Susan!" The cry was growing so 
loud even Susan was forced to hear 
it. "You must dress for dinner!" 
With a mumble so low it couldn't be 
heard past the third page of the book, 
Susan stumbled to her feet. Book 
still in hand, she entered the hall. 
On the seventh step Mrs. McArdle 
had planned the murder and when 
Susan reached her room the gun was 
being loaded. 

She kicked the shoes from her feet 
and propped the book on her dresser. 
She leaned there tensely to complete 
the page, then ran to the closet to 
find her dress. If she didn't hurry 
she'd never finish the chapter before 
dinner. But, alas, it was too late! 
As Susan ran the brush through her 
tangled hair the doorbell rang. That 
meant the guests and among them the 
new minister. 

No one could have hated ministers 
more than Susan did. If ministers 
only had wives like Mrs. McArdle, 
Susan could have entered into 
church-going with fervor. 

She vaulted down the stairs in her 
usual fourteen-year-old manner, all 
legs and no grace. Her dress was 
awry, her face was white with ex- 
cessive powder, and her lips were 
painted out of their natural shape. 
Susan had read in a book that min- 
isters dislike make-up and far be it 
from Susan to please a minister. She 
wanted to do her best to annoy him 
because he was undoubtedly fat and 
fifty with five children. 

Of course they were already seated 
in the dining room eating their con- 
somme but Susan abhored consomme 
so she didn't quicken her pace. She 
slipped noisily into her seat with an 
appealing, "Excuse me, mother." Her 
mother gave her a glance as cold as 
ice water and then, "Susan, my dear, 
this is Mr. Gibson." Susan's glance 
surveyed the table and stopped be- 
side her mother. There he sat, the 
dream of her life, and a minister. 
But she could even disregard that 

when the man in Question looked like 
Robert Taylor, her favorite actor. 
She gave Mr. Gibson her most lady- 
like smile and then continued to stare 
but only when she thought he wasn't 
looking. Maybe religion wouldn't be 
half bad with a minister like Mr. Gib- 
son speaking from the pulpit. 

Susan listened intently to the din- 
ner conversation. Her eyes grew 
wide when he said, "My dear, would 
you pass the salt?" He not only had 
asked her to give him the lovely glass 
salt cellar but he had also called her 
my dear. Susan felt tingly inside. 
She would remember those words for 
a lifetime. This must be the feeling 
that had led Mrs. McArdle to mur- 
der. She, Susan, must live in a par- 
sonage — not the drab kind read of in 
books, but a home, glittering with 
Susan's wit and charm. She'd enter- 
tain lavishly and yet his congregation 
would admire her because she'd be a 
model of decorum. Yes, it would be 
thrilling. But one thing worried Su- 
san — his salary. However, Susan 
knew that one of the wealthy mem- 
bers of the church would undoubt- 
edly die and leave his estate to Mr. 
Gibson. And maybe someday an 
author would write a book about 
her. Minister's wives had such in- 
teresting private lives. 

Before Susan had stopped day- 
dreaming dinner was over and Mr. 
Gibson was excusing himself. He had 
to preach an early sermon at church. 
Susan rose from her chair with more 
agility than she had shown since she 
last jumped rope. 

She followed her mother and Mr. 
Gibson to the door and when it closed 
behind him she rushed to the window 
to get her last glimpse as his car 
faded into the distance. He was gone 
but he would come back for her. 

That settled it! Susan had found 
her ambition in life; she would have 
to marry a minister — nothing must 
keep her from her purpose. With 
several bounds she was up the stairs 
and in her bedroom. Mrs. McArdle's 
Sin was still reposing expectantly on 
the dresser. With one movement she 
closed the book and threw it into the 
wastebasket beside her desk. Mrs. 
McArdle had fallen and My Thirty 
Years in the Pulpit had taken her 

Dr. Butler 

(continued from page 7) 
Yes, we think you're about tops. 
We expected to see you back this 
fall but we're still waiting for your 
return. PCW just isn't quite the 
same — so hurry back! 

The Students. 

To Bookworms 

Before I came to the college on the 
hill I was in the gratifyingly intellect- 
ual habit of reading thoroughly 
about twenty-five books each month. 
My first and most acute disappoint- 
ment in PCW was that I had no time 
to read. I even made an ineffectual 
attempt to find time to read. 

Finally, in despair, I left the ex- 
haustive perusal of self-chosen lit- 
erary bits to the summer months. For 
two summers I bore up rather well. 
During sun-baths and between swim- 
ming and tennis orgies I managed to 
refresh my somewhat arid capacities 
for subjective thought. 

Last summer, however, I spent in 
the throes of popularized defense- 
work. Forced to emerge into the 
ruthless world of wakefulness at 5:30 
A. M., I found retirement at a "re- 
sonable" hour a necessity to any sort 
of future at all. And so, into the 
maze of our fight for freedom I 
ground with my heel my innate 
yearning for lile's better side. Vi- 
carious compensation the psycholog- 
ist calls it. I call it dictatorship of 
the mind. Nevertheless, the very vi- 
cariousity squelched my mental fire 
to utter and indubitable demise. The 
awful truth is that I don't care any- 
more. I just don't care whether I 
have time to read or not. 

This eUegaic epistle is, as you nave, 
no doubt, failed to gather, a sort of 
book review. Therefore, it is my 
great privilege to inform you, my 
dear readers, that because the books 
published before the summer of 1942 
were extremely interesting, even up- 
lifting, those which have since made 
their debut must surely equal, or su- 
persede their ancestry. 

Let this basis for criticism inspire 
you all to greater things in the mag- 
ical realm of books. 

November 17, 1943 


Page Fifteen 


IS THAT ALL? by Edith Succop. '45 

She woke as she usually did, sud- 
denly drifting into consciousness and 
finding herself lying with her eyes 
closed. Something seemed to be 
jarring on her sub-conscious mind, 
and she tried to remember a dream 
that might have awakened her. She 
could find none. 

Half asleep again, she attempted to 
turn over but could not. A sharp 
spear of pain ran up her back and 
strove to split her head in two. It 
kept throbbing in her head and ring- 
ing in her ears. Though she turned 
her head from side to side to silence 
it, the pain only came back more 
strongly when she stopped. It seemed 
to take up the whole of space and 
time. Her eyes opened wide and the 
cold sweat stood out on her forehead. 
All she could see was a greyness like 
the mist before dawn. 

A cold shudder shook her and tri- 
umphed over the pain in her head 

for a short minute. It left and the 
pain surged back. Then a sudden 
warmth made her glow all over until 
the bed clothes seemed to stifle lier. 
When she tried to raise herself and 
remove a comforter she again felt the 
short stab of pain up her back. 

Only her head seemed movable but 
it felt too light. She raised it care- 
fully, and a black circle vibrated and 
closed around the grey mist which 
was before her eyes. The ringing in 
her head took a higher pitch. She 
wished vaguely that it would stop. 
Her head fell back to the pillow and 
she felt inexpressably weary. The 
pain slowly subsided to a dull ache 
that she seemed to have experienced 
for a life time. 

Then someone came into the room. 
She could feel the presence although 
she could neither see nor hear. At 
the knowledge, however, she raised 
her head and the black circle again 

began to close in on her. She could 
see only blackness but she knew her 
eyes were open. Her throat felt dry, 
and in the darkness that surrounded 
her she realized that her mouth was 
open too. She closed and opened it 
a few times but it seemed that she 
had little command of her muscles. 

Something wet touched her lips. 
Someone was moistening her lips and 
tongue. The pain in her head in- 
creased as her throat mechanically 
tried to swallow. 

The blackness before her seemed 
alive. And now voices reached her 
ear beneath the constant ringing: 
crushed . . . amputate . . . die. 
Die . . . Die — the words had no 
meaning for her. But the ringing in 
her head seemed to take up the 
cadence of them and it beat in her 
head with every pulse. Slowly it was 
impressed upon her consciousness 
(continued on page 16) 

Have a "Coke"= Come, be blessed and be happy 

It's natural for popular names Co 
acquire friendly abbreviations. That's 
why you hear Coca-Cola called "Coke". 

. , .from Idaho to Iceland 

Have a "Coke", says the American soldier in Iceland, and in three 
words he has made a friend. It works in Reykjavic as it does in 
Rochester. 'Round the globe Coca-Cola stands for the pause that re- 
iredies — has become the ice-breaker between kindly-minded strangers. 


the global 

I 1943 The C-C Co. 

Page Sixteen 


October 20, 1943 

Is That All? 

(continued from page 15) 
like a word that has lost all meaning 
after endless repetition. Suddenly 
she understood. A cold shudder 
again shoolc her frame. It drew the 
pain back like an ocean tide. 

The loss of all such agony was the 
thought that came first to her mind. 
And as she raised her head once more 
she spoke in a husky whisper, "Oh, 
God. is that all?" 

The black circle again closed 
around her. This time it was not 
vibrant and alive. 

Deficiency Expert 

(continued from page 11) 
used to leaning on this tripod tail, 
with my paws up in the air as if I 
were about to go twelve rounds with 
one Jaclc Dempsey. 

A great tragedy befel me in my 
childhood. My mother, the fornner 
Roberta Rodent, and my father, 
Herman H. Hamster, Sr., died. They 
were following our annoying family 
custom of eating their weak off- 
spring; little did they know at the 
time, that Hubert, the son they were 
eating, would give them ptomaine 
poisoning. But he did, and they died, 
and I was left on my own. 

It was then that I entered my 
career. I became a deficiency ex- 
pert, a role long played by guinea 
pigs. I was moved to a smaller more 
compact cage, and no one would give 
me a Purina Chow Checker. For three 
days certain members of the Biology 
Department of Pennsylvania College 
for Women, put me on a diet with no 
carbohydrates. It is now my humble 
opinion that carbohydrates are neces- 
sary to a truly balanced menu. I 
ought to know — I almost passed into 
Hamster Heaven without them. But 
I snapped out of my weakened con- 
dition on the third day when at last 
I was offered a Purina Chow Check- 

I am now being plied with Purina 
Chow Checkers, a situation that 
bodes no good, I fear. I am being 
fattened up for another diet of de- 
ficiency plus. If I don't recover, 
think only this of me: Herb Hamster's 
glad to die, in interests of Biology. 

Give him a Crisp WAR 
present to be remembered. 



L lease help keep crowded 
Long Distance circuits clear 
for necessary war calls. 


Ihere are no holidays for 
war or the telephone. 


Vol. XXIII Pennsylvania College for Women, Pittsburgh, Pa., December 15, 1943 

No. 3 

Page Two 


Liecember 15, 1943 


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News Staff 

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thy Noel, Jeanne Ritz, Doris Sisler, Virginia Toy, Jane Wilson, Mar- 
tha Yorkin. 

Feature Staff 

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Herdt, Phyllis Jones. Angie King, Margaret McKee, Jane Meub, 
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Business Staff 

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Mary Lou Egan. Lucy Dorsey. Mary Lou Oesterling, Nancy Sho- 
walter, Dori& Sisler. 

Resist It, Brother! 

Rumor has it that a pi-esidential election is to be held 
in 1944. We've been having nightmares of late thinking 
ol the possible outcome if a great many votage PCWites 
rush to the polls. We keep drifting off to visions of a 
girl running hellbent into the voting room, grabbing a 
ballot and retiring to a desk muttering, "My word! — 
Roosevelt — Willkie — Bricker — Roosevelt — what's going on 
here? — Roosevelt — Willkie — eenie, meenie, minie — Ah! 
There! Willkie!" She drops her ballot triumphantly in 
the box, gets half a block down the street, runs frantic- 
ally back to the polls, gets her ballot out of the box, 
(we don't know how — as we said, these dreams are very 
confused), and scampers around the room shouting, 
"Willkie? My word — I don't like Willkie! I'm not even 
a Republican. Good Lord! Give me another ballot! 
Roosevelt's our man — always was — you bet he was! Ah! 
There! Roosevelt!" She sighs with satisfaction, goes 
half a block . . . well, this process is repeated innumer- 
able times, and needless to say that by now we are fairly 

But to blither a little more — the inspiration for all 
this mental anguish is, as you might have inferred, the 
recent bickering and quibbling (not to mention hair- 
pulling) that have ensued in SGA for the past few 

weeks. As we intend to leave for a prolonged vacation 
beginning today, we feel that we can express a few 
opinions on the subject and then get out of town. 

It seems to us that the issue at hand, and other issues 
which have caused arguments, have been superseded by 
a much larger question. The problem now is not what 
to do with one hundred dollars or one hundred cents, 
but how to keep the whole system of parliamentary and 
democratic procedure from breaking down on campus. 

The democratic machine is based on The Vote — the 
vote that expresses the will of the majority and that, 
once made, can be amended but not rescinded unless, 
after a period of years or decades, a reasonable governing 
board decides that it has been outmoded and should be 
replaced. But as a rule THE VOTE STANDS, and by it 
the country and the community are governed. 

This business that goes on in SGA of voting and 
rescinding and voting and amending and voting and vot- 
ing and voting just because it beconies a sort of fever — 
this, we say, is not government. It's ridiculous. In one 
SGA, students were hopping up and down so fast it 
looked as if some one had placed tacks on half of the 
chapel chairs. 

The fault lies mainly in the fact that the controversial 
matters that set off these chaotic procedures are popped 
suddenly in front of the student body and rushed 
through their processing before the three front rows have 
heard what the suggestion is. Now, let us say right here 
that this isn't the SGA President's fault — she does a 
swell job, considering what little cooperation she has 
from the floor. The matter of what to do with the one- 
hundred dollar profit from the fall formal was brought 
up in SGA for the first time just after the first class bell 
had rung. Instead of letting the matter rest for a few 
days, the students pounced on it. In five minutes the 
matter had been discussed by about five people, two 
votes were taken, and the question was completely man- 
gled. The voters wandered out with the vague feeling 
that something had just whizzed by them. You know — 
the feeling you get when you've been doing your short- 
hand in a lecture and then everyone laughs like mad at 
the joke that you didn't hear. 

(Continued On Page Nine) 

Greetings . . . 

One of the nicest Christmas greetings we've seen in 
this pre-holiday season is the one reprinted below from 
a card sent to Norma Bailey by her brother, who is now 
with the United States forces invading Italy. The verse, 
originally in Italian, was translated by Aida de Bellis. 

"Tal<e, oh Lord, where this card goes 
Thy holy image, peace of angels; 
May Heaven hover over that home 
And give it His light of Christmas." 

December 15, 1943 


Page Three 



Christmas is in the air. You can 
see it on the posters for the Snow 
Ball, you can smell it in the mince 
pies in the cafeteria, and you can 
feel it in the crisp cold air. It is 
present in classes, in chapel services, 
and midnight gab sessions. PCW's 
Christmas season is the best of all. 

The formal tops the list of im- 
portant events with its soft lights, 
sweet music, half-hidden mistletoe, 
and the rustle of long dresses. The 
Christmas dinner which formerly 
preceeded the dance will be a sepa- 
rate affair this year. It will still be 
formal, and in addition to the usual 
good food and the exchange of gifts, 
there will be an entertainment. 

Carols have always been a true 
sign of the holiday spirit, and this 
year is no exception. Caroling is 
an old tradition here at PCW. This 
event is set for today, and Woodland 
Road the scene of action. Several of 
the recent chapel programs have 
helped to get us "into the spirit of the 
thing. The original carols by the mu- 
sic students, and Mrs. Collin's lec- 
ture about the origin of the Christmas 
carols gave new meaning to old fa- 
vorites. Singing them in foreign 
languages is also fun. Madam Gill's 
French 1-2 class may be heard carol- 
ing in French Monday, Wednesday, 
and Friday. Ces Grandes Roix is the 
one they are working on at present. 

AU the dorm students are contrib- 
uting money to a fund for the em- 
ployees' gifts. The girls have been 
doing this for several years to show 
their appreciation for all the maids, 
coolis, janitors, and watchmen. 

The YW is sponsoring a party for 
fifty settlement house children in 
the gym today. There will be gifts 
for all, and a Santa a la Smith to 
distribute them, besides lots of games 

.and plenty of ice-cream, calce, and 


Everywhere you looli there are 
other signs of Christmas, such as 
the Brownie cards with their cherub- 
like children, which Dr. Evans has 
Taeen displaying in Berry Hall the 
past few weeks, and the Christmas 
stories the general writing students 
have just finished. 

If you need any other proof that 
Christmas is almost here, just listen 

to the songs and the chatter in the 
dining room, White Christraas and 
Jingle Bells have been popular for 
some time now; and at every meal 
some one is bound to ask when you 
are going home, what you are going 
to do over vacation, or what to get so 
and so for Christmas. 

Glenn Martin 

The first of December meant "All 
aboard for Baltimore" for the women 
from the Glenn L. Martin Program 
who have been laboring silently in 
the Art Room of the library for the 
past fifteen weeks. And true wonder 
women they are, with an eight-hour 
day for five days a week in which 
they learn just what's what about 
aeronautical engineering in their 
four classes: Drafting, Manufactur- 
ing, Mathematics, and Mechanics. 

Certification Exercises for forty- 
eight girls were held in Berry Hall 
Chapel. Certificates were awarded 
for the completion of their work here 
and they were further prepared for 
their future work by the Building a 
Bomber picture which was shown. 

And now it's to the Martin Com- 
pany for three months of further 
training. The girls, who, by the way, 
range in age from seventeen to forty- 
five, will then be ready for work in 
the Glenn L. Martin drafting depart- 
ment where the famous B-25 Bomb- 
ers, better known as "Pistol Packin' 
Mamas," are built. 

On December 13, another group of 
brain children arrived and took up 
their work for G. L. M. Yes, it's all 
out for victory and here are gals who 
spell it with a capital "V". 


Snow was the theme this year of 
the annual Christmas dance for PCW- 
ites. Bill Leroy's orchestra played 
from nine until twelve in the chapel, 
and afterwards breakfast was served 
in the cafeteria. 

The decorations were blue, silver 
and white, with paper snowfiakes on 
the windows. 

Patty Eldon w^as chairman of ar- 
rangements for the dance, and the 
committee included Marion Lean, 
Martha Coate, Mary Ann Letsche, 
Mary Wells, and Jean White. 

Peggy Korb was in charge of the 
brealcfast and worked with a Soph- 
omore committee. 


Faculty Events 

On Wednesday, December 8, the 
American Association of University 
Professors of PCW held their meet- 
ing, a luncheon, in Andrew Mellon 
Hall dining room. Miss Dysart dis- 
cussed "The Scripps College Pro- 
gram for the Post War Curriculum." 

The Faculty Club held a Christ- 
mas dessert party on Tuesday, De- 
cember 7, in the Conover Room. Dr. 
Martin planned the entertainment. 
Sophs Entertain Cadets 

The Sophomore Class will entertain 
the Air Cadets and A. S. T. P. stu- 
dents of Pitt and Tech on Saturday 
night, January 15. There will be 
dancing in the Art Center and bowl- 
ing and bridge in Andrew Mellon 
Hall. Refreshments will be served. 
Frannie Hilbish and her committee 
are working hard to make the open 
house a big success so that other 
classes will continue them. 

Dorm Dinner 

The dorm formal Christmas dinner 
is scheduled for Monday, December 
20. Jearme De Haven is chairman, 
and on her committee are Justine 
Swan. Georgia Raynor, Ruth Ford, 
Mariellen Roche, Helen Parkinson, 
Jean Yeager, and Virginia LeFurgy. 
An entertainment planned by Tish 
Heston and her committee, Doris 
Snyder and Myra Sklarey, will fol- 
low the dinner. 

L. S. A. Dinner 

The Lutheran Student Association 
of Pitt, Tech and PCW held their 
monthly meeting Sunday, December 
12, in the Conover Room. This was 
followed by a dinner in Berry Hall 
and carols and games in the evening. 
Mary Lou Reiber and Mary Lou Oes- 
terling were co-chairmen. 


December 17 — ^^Chapel: Mrs. Norton, 

December 20 — Chapel: Christmas 

December 21 — Vacation begins at 
4:30 P. M. 

Jauuary 5 — Vacation ends at 8:30 
A. M. 

January 24 — Semester examina- 
tions begin. 

February 2 — Beginning of Second 

February 9 — Chapel: Murl Dews- 

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December 15, 1943 



Permanent Nominating Committee 

Betsy Meader, Chairman 

Barbara Findley 

Patty Smith 

Peggy Chantler 

Marian Lean 

Norma Jean Chattaway 

Address Booli Committee 

Marion Monks, Chairman 
Elizabeth Shollar 
Helen Dornberger 
Jane Wilson 
Nancy Means 

Library Committee 

Jean Bacon, Chairman 
Janet Brewster 
Miriam Egger 
Ann Coughenour 

Smoliing Room Committee 

Marjorie Selleck, Chairman 
Betsy Kinney 
Helen Jane Shriner 
Tish DufJ 

Den Committee 

Lillian Sheasby, Chairman 
Dottie Barrett 
Priscilla Hendryx 
Sammy Hamilton 

Juxe Box Committee 

Kelly Jones, Clrairman 

Janet Harkless 

Sally Villing 

Peggy McSwiegan 
Curriculum Committee 

Phyllis Jones, Cliairman 

Dorothy Nelson 

Jean Dalzell 

Betty Rains 

Elaine Sauerwein 
Vocational Committee 

Evlyn Fulton, Chairman 

Winnie Watson 

Mary Jane Youngling 

Sue Funk 

Betty Lowe 
Constitution Revision Committee 

Nancy Stauft'er, Chairman 

Polly Wilson 

Frannie Hilbish 

Marion Swannie 

Peggy Donaldson 


As the holiday season draws near, 
the members of the music and speech 
departments are busy preparing the 
Christmas pageant which will be 
presented on Sunday evening, De- 
cember 19 in Berry Hall under the 
direction of Mrs. Ayars, Miss Held, 
and Mr. and Mrs. Kimberly. 

This year the gi'oups are not in- 
termingling the music and drama in 
presenting the program, but instead 
each will share separately in creat- 
ing the holiday atmosphere. Mrs. 
Ayars and the glee club, assisted by 
Miss Held and the string assemble, 
will present the Christmas songs and 
carols, among which are two songs 
written by Miss Hoist, a member of 
the PCW faculty. 

Mrs. Kimberly and the speech de- 
partment will give an adaptation of 
a Christmas play based on the Wake- 
field, York and Coventry Cycles. The 
staging for the production will be de- 
signed by Virginia Ricks and the 
lighting will be under the direction 
of Marjorie Selleck. 


In one of the most closely matched 
hockey games we've witnessed, the 
Seniors finally defeated the fighting 
Frosh in six quarters in the cham- 
pionship tilt on December 1. It was 
the second game of the contest be- 
tween the two teams. Much credit is 
due to the first year players for the 
spirit and cooperation they showed 
in this hockey season, and to the 
Junior and Sophomore participants 
who put up good fights all the way. 
To the Seniors, our hoclcEy for ex- 
Which Reminds Us . . . 

of a game in which the recognized 
champions of all classes played — the 
Honorary hockey match featuring 
the Army and Navy teams. The all- 
star line-up played on December 8 
in true expert style, with Jean Pur- 
ves doing an amazingly efficient fill- 
in job as Navy goalie. Army won, 
five to two. The players were: 


Janny Beck 
Jean Rigaumont 
Nancy Raup 
Gene Wallace 
Mary Chambers 
Marion Springer 
Peg Donaldson 

Carol Thorne 
Helen Gilmore 
Alice Hanna 

Helen Smith 
Ruth Lynch 
Ellen Card 
Jean Purves 
Martha Harlan 
Peggy Craig 
Ruth Perry 
Tish Duff 

Alice Craig 
Anna Thomas 
Ginnie Vogt 

Doc McKee 

January Event 

AA is planning a full program for- 
January, starting off with a party on_ 
the nineteenth for all students who 
would like to spend the Wednesday 
afternoon swimming, ping-ponging, 
playing bridge, or just eating. More- 
details later. 

Clear Field 

All this leads up, somehow, to 
thoughts of the ping pong tourna- 
ment and the clear field for both old 
and new players. Last year's cham- 
pion has not returned — there are no 
ceded players, no open - and - shut 
matches. Lots of chances for Fresh- 
men again — it's anybody's game. The 
AA board has put its athlete's foot 
down about the play-offs of the tour- 
nament. If the rounds are not played 
off when the time limit is up the 
unplayed matches will be scratched. 
And that's final! Unquote — President 

Hood and Tassel 

The sale of War Bonds and Stamps 
on campus has been resumed by- 
Hood and Tassel. Members will b& 
in the front entrance of Berry Hall 
every Tuesday morning from 8:30 
until 12:30, selling three denomina- 
tions of stamps — 10c, 25c, and 50c, 
and taking orders for bonds of all 

Another recent activity was the 
ushering at the speech majors' play, 
The Ivory Door. The annual dinner 
for Hood and Tassel alumnae is be- 
ing planned for some time early in 
the second semester. 

December 15, 1943 


Page Five 



In the last issue of the Arrow 
there was a regrettable omission. We 
discussed the indubitable success of 
the Bond Rally but failed to credit 
one N. Maxwell with the talents she 
exerted to insure that indubitability. 
There had to be a melting pot, an in- 
tegration center for a two-hour ex- 
posure of four skits, four booths, a 
master of ceremonies, and a bond 
sale exceeding $10,000. We don"t 
mean to insinuate that Maxwell is 
a pot, melting or otherwise, but she 
certainly has proven powers of in- 
tegration. Big job, well done, Maxie. 
Penned orchids to you. 
* * * 

Current magazines offer in their 
December issues sundry valiant sug- 
gestions for the uplift of the Amer- 
ican morale during the Christmas 
season. The trend is consistently to- 
ward simplicity, usefulness, and low 
cost. Typical of the practical gifts 
for those hard-to-suit friends on your 
list is a lovely suggestion offered by 
Vogue — a sterling cab whistle — about 
$4. Nothing could be more appropri- 
ate in these times of gas rationing 
when you can't get a cab with an 
air raid siren. Do buy several. 

Evergreens this year are few and 
expensive. Good Housekeeping sug- 
gests that instead of futilely braving 
the shopping centers we make the 
most of the simple things we have at 
home. For example, a stray rubber 
tree from that unfrequented corner 
of your conservatory may be trans- 
formed into a colorful center of holi- 
day activity. A green blotter neatly 
cut pine-tree fashion and glued over 
your' mantle will be an item of in- 
terest not only during the Christmas 
season but later on when its removal 
from the wall is contemplated. By 
far the most scintillating exhilarating 
idea is that of planting one's favorite 
umbrella in a pail of damp sand. 
With bright blue balls hanging from 
the spokes and a silver star for a 
crown a delightful illusion is created 
— the illusion of an umbrella in a 
pail of damp sand. 

Remember, too, say Vogue and 
Harper's Bazaar — when you buy that 
annual hanky for a friend — tuck in 
a war bond. It's a lovely touch and 
certain to be appreciated. 

ti: ii: :'fi 

Some antiques have connotational 
value. Some have monetary value. 
But when they give up the ghost of 
both and only stick around by virtue 

of their having stuck around for 
years, then — then is the proper mo- 
ment for liquidation. We love Berry 
Hall just as much without those 
lamps on the newell posts of the front 
stairs. The better to slide down the 
banisters. Thank you, Rachel. 

H! * * 

Teas, to us, are a veritable bore — 
that is — ordinary teas. But lately we 
have had the pleasantly disillusion- 
ing privilege of attending two of the 
most unorthodox, the most untea-ish 
teas of our social existence. The 
first of these unsettling occasions was 
calendared November 21 and hos- 
tessed by Miss Marks and Mrs. Park 
in our Dean's cozy Mellon Hall suite. 
The food was, of course, excellent. 
With superb insight and knowledge 
of a college woman's innate desires 
our benefactors replaced tea with 
beautiful hot chocolate. But 'twas the 
entertainment that set apart this tea 
from its less attractive fellows. The 
dignified Seniors of AMH let down 
their coiffeurs and threw themselves 
heart and soul into every parlor game 
from Tommy-Tommy-Woops to that 
consuming tirade inappropriately 
called Ghost. If Miss Marks and 
Mrs. Parks approached Monday 
morning duties with aversion due to 
fatigue, still they carried with them 
the eternal gratitude of twenty equal- 
ly-fatigued students. 

Only a week later, on November 
28 came another "tea" — in the book- 
lined apartment of Mrs. Shupp and 
family. This apartment, like Mrs. 
Shupp herself, is one of those rare 
and charming combinations of casual 
ease and innate good taste. The aft- 
ernoon, and we stayed for hours and 
hours, was enormously conversa- 
tional. The world in all its philos- 
ophical and concrete phases was up- 
lifted and downtrodden by turns. 
We slid from Shakespeare and the 
progress of the war to the proper 
type of underwear for men. A most 
stimulating and satisfactory experi- 

Mrs. Shupp said she prepared all 
the food herself but we know she 
borrowed a few of those "ambrosia 
and nectar" recipes from some Greek 
god or other. The coffee, first clue to 
a cook's finesse, was positively pal- 

And so, we reach the obvious con- 
clusion — that teas, as well as life, can 
be beautiful. 

(Continued On Page Eight) 


Even at Christmas when our human 
cats are caged and our snoopers de- 
vote their all to bucking down-town 
throngs — when we bubble and blurb 
with long-suffering goodwill and 
life's harshness is o'erlaid with the 
bleary blush of the holiday spirit — 
even through all this, gossip emerges 
briglit and triumphant. 

Of Men, God Bless 'Em 

It seems that K. Lowe is a good 
person to know. She got dates for 
nine PCW destitutes — with Duquesne 
Cadets, no less. The girls say it was 
a riot. What's that mean? . . . 
Three kampus-kids, Murray, Heston, 
and Cox, (we eliminate the embar- 
rassment of this revelation by keep- 
ing their identity secret) insist that 
they have lovely Platonic friendships 
with three equally lovely men. Yet 
these cherubs are religiously, vigor- 
ously, and masochistically doing 
Dubarry for all its worth. That's an 
awful lot of work for Plato . . . 
Common controversy debates which 
is brighter — Joan Sherrick's eyes or 
her diamond. She got it (the ring) 
by proxy, but she got it. And the 
ironic fact remains that she's a Fresh- 
man. We now pause for a moment 
of silent sorrow while we meditate 
on the fact that we, whose ring finger 
is unadorned, are a Junior . . . 

Of Men, Bless 'Em 

Sue Campbell was seen with Bud 
Friesell, a gentleman well known to 
PCW . . . S. Meanor and Hyde have 
long since passed the Hyde-and-seek 
stage. Smacks of the real thing . . . 
Piglet Jenkins has hogged it again. 
She's the pride of Moscoma and the 
Valley. She's lovely, engaged, and 
Dubarry did it again. She not only 
has a man and a ring, but she was 
presented with a certain fur-lined 
article at an impressive ceremony 
conducted by her room-mates and 
attended by a number of her admir- 
ing and envious public . . . Babs 
Gill is having a sad time of it. Her 
Merchant Marine, Tommy, is leaving 
for parts unknown this week-end . . . 
Of Men, G— 

He is, he isn't, he is, he isn't. Well, 
is Betty Lane's Junior coming home 
for Christmas, or isn't he? . . . 
Cosey and the room-mate think that 
Doody and Sid look better and bet- 
ter after every date with someone 
else . . . that Freshman's week-end 
dinner dates with the Navy (not col- 
lectively) are shot to pot. She is 
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December 15, 1943 



Hedda Gobbler — Her Last Words 

Friends, soon the breath of my ex- 
istence will be snuffea oul on the ex- 
ecution block. My lite win be ter- 
minated, friends. My mortal remains 
will be embalmed with oysters and 
aged bread crumbs, and laid to rest 
in a galvanized roasting pan. It's 
tough, friends, but I am not — so I 
must be killed for my tenderness. 

I am not afraid to die, friends. Life 
has held little for me. I was born 
in a barn, friends, into a huge turkey 
family in a low strata of society. My 
family weren't cultured or refined — 
my father chewed with his mouth 
open, and my mother never combed 
her feathers. Now don't get me 
wrong, friends, I was never, never 
ashamed of my brood — not that! It 
was just that I wanted to make 
something of myself — to find my 
perch in society. 

Friends, I decided upon a career. I 
thought and thought, and finally 
made up my mind to overcome all 
obstacles to reach my goal. My mis- 
sion in life, I concluded was to chart 
the history of my race — to be the 
historiographer of the progress of 
the Meleagrinae of the Phasianidae 
(that's Latin for what we are, folks) 
My principal material source was 
a ten volume epic called The History 
and Influence of the Turk in Europe 
and Asia. I read and read, scarcely 
allowing myself enough time to eat 
my corn and milk. Often when I 
crept into my nook at night, my eyes 
were so strained that my family mis- 
took them for raisens and picked on 
me. But at last, at last I finished the 
last page of the ten volume History 
and Influence of the Turk in Europe 
and Asia. It was then that I discov- 
ered I had spent the best part of 
my life in reading about the wrong 
Turk! I gave up in disgust — my 
career, my burning ambition — all 
gone with the barnyard breezes. I 
then devoted every minute of my 
waking life to just scratching around. 

Ah well! "The evil that Turks do 
lives after them, the good is oft in- 
terred in their bones." I'm going to 
die, soon — and perhaps then I shall 
be a success. Perhaps then, I won't 
be thought of as a jerky turkey. The 
good that's interred in my bones will 
go well with soup and crackers. 

But I'm too young to die! Oh, 
friends, my heart is in anguish. 
Would that I were a worm. No one 

eats worms for Christmas. Would 
that I were a gnu in the zoo, or a 
spotted hyena with chicken pox. 
Would that I were anything but a 
turkey with dark and white meat 
and two drumsticks. Oh, why do I 
have to stick out my neclc on Christ- 

But wait! I must be patient and 
peaceful. Perhaps there is some 
gleam of condolence for my troubled 
state of mind. There is, friends.- My 
one ambition now is to be a raffled 
turkey. To be auctioned ofT at the 
Bijou or the United Order of Ant- 
eaters — that 15 my goa: in one — after 
death. To be held up in rroni of a lot 
of people — to be appreciated — that's 
what I want. 

My heart is at rest now, friends. 
And I have just these last words be- 
fore I pass on and out: "My only re- 
gret is that I have but one wishbone 
for you to choke on!" 

From Ghoulies . . . 

With a mournful cry the gray 
spectre floated by us. We knew that 
we shouldn't have been in the tower 
at night, but we thought it would be 
a good place to look for the Christ- 
mas spirit for the pageant. Who 
could have been more surprised or 
honored? It isn't every day that you 
can meet the ghost of Berry Hall! 

Really and truly, he was almost 
human in a ghostly sort of way. You 
won't believe this, but the poor soul 
was so lonesome that he collapsed in- 
to a shadowy little heap when 
Christmas was mentioned. We asked 
him what he wanted Santa Claus to 
drop down his chimney — that was a 
mistake. "I'm lonely and all that," 
he wailed, "but I don't want any 
more people dropping in here. This 




Wm. Penn Hotel 


ATlantic 1864 

Flood girl has an unearthly mania 
for sending her doggone reporters 
up to interview me, and all they do is 
stir up the dust." He sniffled and 
moaned, and we finally had to turn 
his vacant mind back to Christmas. 
He confessed, "W-well, I wish I had 
a new swishy sheet to wear, this one 
is a fright — it's my only top sheet, 
and the laundry only lets me change 
it once every two weeks." 

He also hinted that he could use 
a new phonograph on which he could 
play his favorite record, / Ain't Got a 
Ghost of a Chance, or maybe a bun- 
dle of sheet music for his old piano. 

The old boy may have been shy 
but he certainly had the beginnings 
of a wolfish personality. All the 
time we were talking he kept floating 
closer and closer, and rippling when 
he was happy. By this time we felt 
we could ask him a rather personal 
question. "What do you usually do 
on Christmas?" we coaxed. He blush- 
ed to a lovely shade of tattle-tale 
gray, and finally admitted that he 
just blew over to Woodland Hall to 
look at the Christmas tree. 

We mentioned — as we invariably 
do — that we'd like to get a man for 
Christmas. That must have pleased 
the old fellow; he began floating up 
ten feet and then down ten feet, ut- 
tering ghostly noises. Seems he 
wanted to go to the Christmas formal 
with us. We hated to disillusion 
him, but neither did we feel like 
dancing literally on air for a whole 

The wind whirled around the tow- 
er, and the gray figure whooshed out 
through a crack in the window pane. 
Sort of sorry to see him go — he was 
really a nice fellow to get on spook- 
ing terms with. 



An Optical Service 
That Satisfies 


Sport Glasses 

126 Sixth Street 
Pittsburgh, Pa. 

December 15, 1943 


Page Seven 



An uncommon topic of conversation 
in this day of unpi-emeditated wed- 
lock is What is Required of a Part- 

Overlooking the subject of mar- 
riage for the moment, we should like 
to discuss that institution approached 
more ignorantly, with less foresight 
and premeditation, and approached 
thusly by more people, than any 
other existing institution. And that, 
friends, is the slaughtered, desecrated, 
downtrodden institution of bridge. 

On bridge we would expound pro- 
foundly for yards and yards of 
Arrow script. And so we narrow the 
bounds of profundity and profusion 
to the aforesaid topic — What is Re- 
quired oj a Partner? or How to Es- 
cape Being a Dumb Dummy. 

There are the utterly unutterable 
faults of passing an opening two bid 
and taking one out of a business dou- 
ble. These fox paws are so phastly 
that they do not permit publishable 
comments. Almost as abominable is 
an incorrect response or absence of 
response to a Blackwood four-no- 
trump. This act of violence is usual- 
ly accomplished with a nonchalant 
smile. Your partner's opening lead 
which is not your suit, not fourth 
from her lowest honor, not the top 
of a worthless doubleton or a se- 
quence, not a singleton, not the king 


East Liberty 


of an ace-king combine, surely will 
bring an overwhelming defensive 
score. Non-descript opening leads, 
hither-and-yon discards, and failure 
to return the initial lead are tops 
among the galling actions rampant 
"midst a foresome. They often orig- 
inate with, or are accompanied by, 
an experssionless stare and are class- 
ed under blank-look bridge. 

Some happy fourths seem to con- 
sider their work well-done when 
they have counted the trump suit. 
In a hazy sort of way they realize 
that somehow during the game the 
other suits take care of themselves, 
distributing in a more or less regular 
fashion throughout the thirteen 
tricks. Some other players haven't 
heard of a finesse yet but in a de- 
fensive game they use it with more 
nonchalance than Culbertson. The 
only drawback is that it's your hand 
the partner's finessing. The advan- 
tage of playing against such people 
is that the offensive strategy is all 
carried out without so much as a 
tremor on the part of the declarer. 

Now, we realize that there are fifty- 
two cards in a deck and that the pos- 
sible combinations to be discovered 
in one's hand startle the imagination. 
Our only hope is that those people 
who offend in the manner suggested 
herein will startle their game into 
the suburbs of reality. We don't 
advocate what is known as cut-throat 
bridge. We do advocate that the 
proper precautions be taken to facil- 
itate the protection of your own neck 
in the future. No self-respecting 
woman should reach maturity these 
days without having at her command 
a passable game of bridge. Practice 
is as good a teacher as any. Have 
fun this vacation and do be a willing 


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court 8846—8844 
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A La Christmas 

"Christmas is coming; 
The turkey is fat; 
Please put a penny 
In the old man's hat!" 

Holly and tinsel and seventeen 
days of vacation are just around the 
corner (now that the same corner 
has been the last of that lurking fig- 
ure, Prosperity). Christmas is com- 
ing! And the turkey — Whoops! Did 
we say turkey? Perhaps two large 
eggs wili suffice — at least to give the 
impression of something fowl-like. 

Now, about that penny — this year 
that may be about all we can give — 
what with our buying war bonds, 
paying victory taxes, and getting all 
those little things we dream of — with 
ration stamps. Yes, sirree, any 
money that goes into an old man's 
hat this year will be rare. And any 
hat with something in it this year is 
bound to be an old man's. 

Ah well, undaunted, let's pass the 
egg-nog and sing a "rondelay", a 
rousing chorus of Deck the Hall. 
Someone might even recite, with 
sound effects, 'Twas the Night Before 
Christmas, even if only the mice in 
the house are listening. 

By the way, have you taken a look 
at that stocking you're going to hang 
up for Christmas — that is, if you've 
still got a stocking? Careful, it may 
be a Nylon. If so, Smithsonian In- 
stitute may be glad to hear from you, 
and Ripley is sure to keep your tele- 
phone buzzing. Also, it may not be 
a bad idea to act very good and 
treat that old gent, known in the 
vernacular as Santy Claus, extra 
nice this year. He seems to be about 
the only person giving anything 
away free these days. (Okay, Santa, 
here's your cut!) If you follow up- 
to-date advertising, a soft drink of 
some sort (ice-cold, of course), care- 
lessly left on the hearth, before a 
blazing Yule-fire, might please the 
jolly old elf. He's sick of hot choco- 
late after all these years. (Now 
don't tell us you haven't seen choco- 
late for that long a time). 

After nibbling at one more (or 
the only one) candy cane on the 
tree, you just toddle off to bed, 

"... visions of sugar plums 

Dance through your heads." 

(Continued On Page Nine) 

Page Eight 



December 15, 1943 


Look what the yuletide washed in 
— a swap column! The members of 
yon Arrow staff, being short in 
sheckles and long in white elephants 
lumbering around the house, felt 
that the Bulletin hidex offered the 
answer to our tradin' prayers. So 
here it is! The Give and Take De- 
partment, a permanent feature, we 
hope, for the purpose of exchanging 
our flotsam for your jetsam. 

;!; ::: * 

Swap I — One pair of size four Eng- 
lish riding boots, slightly stretched. 
Worn three times, in perfect con- 
disch. Good leather, good horse ap- 
peal! Stirrup a good time — trade two 
rolls of Kodak No. 620 film, for many 
hours of equine enjoyment. See Ann 
M. Turnock. 

::: :■: :i: 

Swap II — 60 Shakespeare spot 
quote cards on history plays from 
John I^ to Henry V. All spot quota- 
tions except those used on hour writ- 
ten. Six thousand dirty fingerprints 
and teethmarks included on cards. 
Willing to exchange for all spot quote 
cards to be used on final in Shakes- 
peare, or one bottle of Windex to 
remove those spots. See L. Flood. 

Swap III — Five pairs of lisle stock- 
ings — wear better than silk, tear bet- 
ter than silk. Complete with heels 
and toes, stars and garters. Accur- 
ate Eastern War Time on sock clocks. 
Plenty of room in each stocking for 
both legs — big double value. Will 
trade for five lbs. of Birdseye horse- 
meat, tenderized, for dinner party. 
See F. Hilbish. 

:k * * 

Swap rv — Duel offer! One Bowie 
hunting knife, one kitchen paring 
knife. Slashed prices, slashed fingers. 
Cut-rate offer — will trade for one 
Colt Revolver. No, Colts aren't con- 
tagious, even if this is a rotating 
colt. If no Colt available, will set- 
tle for one record of PISTOL PACK- 
IN' MAMA. See A. Craig. 
* * * 

Swap V — Will swap any honest- 
to-gosh bargains offered in this col- 
umn for some genuine swaps for the 
next issue. Send 'em in — we've even 
heard of some one swapping a hand- 
made zither case for a rose trellis 
made of tin cans. It's worth a try. 

Campus Comments 

(Continued From Page Five) 

"Don't start collecting things. Give 
me my rose and my glove." 

True devotion is a lovely thing. 
For centuries a quirkish but univer- 
sal turn of the human personality 
has prompted man to embody in an 
insignificant concrete object the 
essence of sweetness and light that 
is love. The power of material sub- 
stance of any sort lies in its conno- 
tations — in the spontaneous interpre- 
tation of its significance by the ob- 
server. Any rose, any glove forces 
an interpretation of itself but the 
rose of a lover, the glove which has 
touched his hand, conjures ecstatic 
palpitations of untold potency. And 
so it is, my friends, that in your lives 
and in mine the discarded stub of a 
King Edward is without meaning— 
but to two trembling hearts in the 
class of '45 such an aromatic speci- 
men is a symbol of abject devotion, a 
thing of beauty, a joy forever. 

It is unusual, almost phenomenal, 
when a play is produced in which all 
the characters are really well por- 
trayed. It is certainly phenomenal 
when the actors are amateur, in the 
process of learning, and when the 
play is extra-curricular. The Kims 
did it with our speech majors and 
The Ivory Door. 

The sets with the artful touches 
which made them effective, we owe 
to V. Ricks. Under Mrs. Kim's di- 
rection and with her help P. Leonard 
and J. Swan turned out those 
medieval Vogue originals in all their 
colorful glamooor. The stage-craft 
class lived in blue- jeans so long 
working on the set that some of 'em 
had to be painfully peeled out. We 
liked it. The high-school sophisti- 
cates liked it. We like the speech 
majors. We like the Kims. The 
speech majors like the Kims. Is 
everybody happy? 

^ ^ # 

Are you wondering what to give 
those friends at home for Christmas? 
Thrill 'em with a super-smooth, 
beautifully wrapped, gift box of 
PCW Products— The Cream of So- 
ciety. Mu Sigma even pays the cos- 
metic tax. They're on sale now every 
Tuesday and Friday and any mem- 
ber of Mu Sigma will gratefully ac- 
cept your order at any time. The 
money made is turned back each 

year into two science scholarships. 
It's not often you can aid a worthy 
cause and do yourself a good turn at 
the same time. Be wise this Christ- 
mas. Put your money into that 
something more infallible than war 
bonds — PCW Products. 


Christmas with all its tender and 
virtuous traditions has taken our 
faculty in tow. So rapt are they in 
the sublimation of ye olde season, so 
rare, albeit cosmotic, their contem- 
plation of things worldly, that they 
have no time spare enough to de- 
vote to this fair column set aside for 
student enlightenment. 

In lieu of the intended authors, 
then, we, the editors, place our necks 
at the mercy of the gibbet and bring 
to you, proxy, the Faculty's opinion 
of the student body. The Faculty 
may of course, be a bit undeter- 
mined concerning such an opinion. 
They may, in fact, be unaware that 
one exists at all. If this be the case, 
'tis our Freudian duty to clarify the 
existence and substance of the un- 

Believe it or forget it, our beloved 
instructors think you students of 
PCW are the most talented group 
gathered in any one place at one 
time. They envy your divers and 
diverse abilities in literature, music, 
and sports. They are willing to ad- 
init that every one of you is equally 
at home on the hockey field and be- 
tween the covers of a classic. They 
admire the prolific union of your 
imaginative meanderings and sound 
seriousness. They gaze in awesome 
reverence at your masterful finesse 
in the social realms, at your arty 
conversations and your slicing wit. 
Your brilliance brings them to the 
lectern trembling and leaves them 
stunned into unreality. Their 
knowledge, when matched with yours, 
shrivels and fails. They love you. 
They would do anything within their 
power to add one tiny pleasure to 
your already exciting lives. 

Bowing down to you in obeisance, 
they have admitted that tests of your 
learning are futile. They have ban- 
ned, therefore, all semester examina- 
tions and have sent the registrar your 
grades — all A's. And that is their 
Christmas gift to you. .Season's 
greetings from the Faculty. May 
they rest in peace. 

December 15, 1943 


Page Nine 


Here and There 

(Continued From Page Five) 
waiting on dorm tables. Oh, well, 
two weeks isn't forever — or wouldn't 
be if it weren't for rationing . . . 
It may be romance for Betty Mon- 
roe and Bob of the orchid-suppliers 
■union . . . Purves, L. Myers, and P. 
Smith were muchly in the limelight 
at the ASTP dance at Webster HaU 
the other night. We console our- 
selves that lime isn't a particularly 
becoming color anyway . . . Woe is 
Betty Beck. She has troubles which 
are truly woeful. Four of her men 
almost ran each other down trying to 
see her one cold night . . . Murph 
Rumbaugh has a friend. What's 
more, he's a man. What's more, he 
came all the way from Georgia to 
spend a week-end with her. Oh, for 
a friend with what's more! . . . M. 
Egger walked around on air for two 
days and three nights. Phenomenon 
due to ASTP from Oregon . . . H, 
Smith knows a man but we don't 
think she's taking advantage of it 
because he sends her room-mate 
Hershey bars. You may gaze fondly 
but don't grab. And that, dear read- 
ers is all we have for you concerning 
men and things. What more do you 
want? Oh, you want one for your- 
self. Well, there are always the high- 
school boys and Sal Villing can tell 
you how to get 'em. 
Of Coiffures and Clothes 

Lois Long the suit gal . . . Betsy 
Kinney with an angelic halo (wonder 
if it suits her personality) . . . 
Ginny Sommerfield looking glamor- 
ous in pig- tails (is that possible?) 
. . . Weezy Myers in a new red dress 
complete with fringe — for which 
The Lady in Red was written (we 
hear the rest of the song applies too) 


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. . . M. Himes in a new seal coat 
that is definitely droolable-over . . . 
Korb in a swish leopard hat (coat in- 
cluded by request) . . . Baroness 
Von Harklespook in clam-diggers 
(with special attachments adapting 
to gold). 
Two Items of This and That 

This — Doodle Letche was recording 
some school songs to send to ex- 
roomie Rowie for Christmas. Now 
she's swamped because everyone 
thinks it's a good idea. 

That — Some people make queer 
doodles. Most people get rid of same 
fearing they will fall into the hands 
of some coldly analytical psychol- 
ogist. Not J. Kaufmann. She not 
only makes queer doodles, she does 
queer things with 'em. She frames 
'em. Why the psych classes have to 
trip clear down to the juvenile court 
for material we don't know. 

Finally — since we've covered 
everything else on campus, we cover 
ourselves to hibernate for the re- 
maining twenty minutes of night. 
Merry Christmas. 


(Continued jroni page two) 
However, to coin a phrase, this is 
no laughing matter. It is the bus- 
iness of voters to know what's go- 
ing on before, not after, they vote. 
Why this is such an obscure point, 
God only knows. The one student 
who actually got up and expressed 
her opinion of the adolescent con- 
duct of the student body got a laugh 
for her trouble. And, strangely 
enough, that student was one of 
about five people who really do know 
something about the meaning and the 
value of parliamentary procedure. 

All this indicates but one thing: 
the student body must learn, some- 
how, somewhere , that A VOTE 
til all the discussion has been ex- 
hausted. Up to now it's just the stu- 
dents who have been exhausted, not 


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the faults and merits of the various 
suggestions. It's hard to tell exact- 
ly what questions are going to set 
off bombshells in SGA. But the as- 
sembly will have to be made aware 
of how to discuss any question with- 
out feeling that no point is made un- 
less it is voted upon immediately. If 
that is too hard a lesson, we might 
suggest that in the future, at the first 
symptoms of hand-to-hand battle, 
the question under fire be removed 
from the hands of the whole student 
body entirely and taken into com- 
mittee, where at least the thing can 
be thrashed out with less wear and 
tear on the chapel. 

And even this would be avoiding 
the issue. It is the student body as 
a whole who should be able to dis- 
cuss an issue sensibly, and then vote 
— vote once, vote one way, and let 
the vote stand. True, a bad precedent 
was set last year when a vote about 
the Permanent Nominating Commit- 
tee was changed — was it two or three 
times? A comment heard frequently 
in the last few weeks has been, 
"Well, they did it last year," Sure 
they did it last year. And we can do 
it this year and next year and the 
next — but it isn't right, no matter 
how often it's done. 

Let this be the last time, and a new 
precedent of adult government will 
be established. The next time a 
quarrel seems imminent — or is in 
progress — just hang on to your chair 
instead of jumping up and yelling 
above the clamor, "I move we take 
a vote." Wait 'til the smoke's blown 
over, and then say your little piece. 

Resist that impulse, brother — it'll 
make a man of you. 

A La Christmas 

(Continued From Page Seven) 
We know — where did the sugar 
come from? Such a silly question 
shows you have not been keeping up 
with your latest issue of Crazy 
Dreams and How to Avoid Them, If 
You are Nervous. Don't let that 
frighten you. Lots of people are 
dreaming attout sugar these days — 
the granulated type. And sugar 
plums might as well dance through 
your head Christmas Eve. After all, 
give the plums a chance to dance. It's 
a cinch you don't get a chance any- 
more. You can't invite a fellow -in 
the Solomons or Guadalajara to come 
to a meager little college prom. He 
(Continued On Page Twelve} : 

Page Ten 


December 15, 1943 


CHRISTMAS INCOGNITO by Louise Flood, '45 

Scrooge had nothing on old Dan 
Cruickshank. Scrooge said Christ- 
mas was humbug — Dan said it was 
a damned nuisance. Dan owned 
Cruickshank's Gift Shoppe on Mead- 
ows Avenue. Women who know said 
Cruickshank's had the best gifts in 
town — and the most expensive. Dur- 
ing the year all the most fashiona- 
ble brides wrote thank-you notes to 
aunts, uncles and friends for china 
plates. Dresden mantle figures, silver 
cigarette boxes, vases — each with a 
tiny rectangular sticker marked 
"Cruickshank's Gift Shoppe — 352 
Meadows Avenue." 

And Dan was a wealthy man. His 
gift shop was more than profitable, it 
was, as the saving goes, a veritable 
gold mine. There were twenty 
clerks, all efficient, all underpaid. 
Each day the package wrapper's 
hands were sore from overwork, and 
each day chauffeurs with shiny visors 
on their caps carried huge bundles 
through the revolving door to their 
long cars outside. 

And Dan liked his clientele — the 
old ladies with ribbons around their 
throats and diamond bracelets on 
their wrists; the young matrons with 
tweed suits and furs lolling on their 
shoulders — and gentlemen with 
Homburg hats and bulging calfskin 
wallets. Dan had a certain smile for 
them, and a gracious bow in rever- 
ence to their bank accounts. And 
all these customers would say to 
each other; 

"Mr. Cruickshank is a man of ex- 
cellent taste and refinement." 

But Christmas was something else 
again. Christmas was a mob of 
counter shoppers — noisy counter 
shoppers — in to have a look at the 
gilt holly leaves on the walls and the 
silver coated pine trees with colored 
candle lights. Cruickshank's Gift 
Shoppe was famous for its interior 
decorations at Christmas time. But 
the people for whom the holly leaves 
and the pine trees were meant came 
early mostly, and in the last week 
before Christmas only the mob re- 
mained, not buying much — just look- 

Dan Cruickshank's smile was slo'w 
in coming these days, and his black 
serge suit was perpetually erect, and 
his eyes wary. For he had to watch 
these peoDle — these women with 
shopping bags, and men in leather 
jackets: three Christmases ago a 

sterling silver gravy ladle had been 
stolen right under Miss Ella Gertz' 
sniffing nose. Miss Gertz had had 
fifteen dollars deducted from her 
January salary for her neglect, but 
Dan Cruickshank was kind enough to 
charge her only the wholesale price. 

The morning of the day that Dan 
Cruickshank discovered Christmas 
he called a meeting of his twenty 
clerks a few minutes before the re- 
volving door of the store was un- 
locked. Dan bowed and smiled his 
best customer smile and said: 

"Good morning, employees, I call- 
ed you together for two reasons: 
First — to remind you to be especially 
vigilant these last few days of the 
Christmas week — watch these peo- 
ple and watch them hard — you never 
can tell — they'll likely as not pick up 
something from one of your counters 
— so keep your eyes open, as I shall 

"The old grouch," murmured Mary 
Smalley of the picture-fra'.ne counter, 
"the old grouch!" 

"And," continued Dan Cruick- 
shank, "the second thing I have to 
sneak to you about this morning, em- 
ployees, concerns your annual 
Christmas bonus of five dollars from 
the Cruickshank Company. I thought 
it only right to tell you beforehand 
that for this year, due to heavy taxa- 
tion, it will have to be discontinued." 

As the clerks moved to their count- 
ers. Miss Gertz remarked: 

"He's gettin' to look more like a 
Billy Goat every day!" But Miss 
Gertz' weakness was comparing one 
thing to another. 

The day moved on like any other 
day before Christmas. Dan Cruick- 
shank put his hands behind his back 
and stared at every customer who 
pushed through the revolving door — 
women with fuzzy hair underneath 
felt berets; children who chewed 
gum and carried brown grocery bun- 
dles; young boys with heavy rub- 
bers tracking snow on the thick car- 
pets. The cash register did not ring 
much this day, and the gift wrapper 
had more than enough time to finish 
her magazine serial, and Dan Cruick- 
shank did not bow or smile once un- 
til about three in the afternoon. It 
was then that one of the regular 
customers pushed through the re- 
volving door — a woman with a good 
fur coat and mink-trimmed hat to 

Dan smiled, brushed a speck from 
his lapel, and bowed. "Good after- 
noon, Mrs. Mithridge," he said, "I'm 
certainly surprised and pleased to see 
you today. I thought you had finish- 
ed your Christmas buying by now." 

"How do you do, Mr. Cruick- 
shank," she said as she pulled at her 
kid glove, finger by finger," I al- 
ways have some last minute shopping 
to do, you know. Tell me do you 
still have the Christchild figurine I 
was looking at the other day?" 

"We do, Mrs. Mithridge," said Dan, 
"you mean this Lenci piece over here 
in the showcase, I suppose?" 

"Yes," she said as Dan lifted the 
china figure from the small glass cup- 
board — "that's the very one!" 

"This is the very best thing we 
have in china work," said Dan, "This 
is of course an import, you know — 
from the Lenci House of Italy." 

"It's beautiful," said Mrs. Mith- 
ridge holding her pince-nez to her 
eyes, "it's the most exquisite china- 
piece I've ever seen." 

Old Dan held the small figure care- 
fully in his hands, and turned it 
around. The face was that of a small 
child with long yellow hair under- 
neath a jeweled crown, and clear 
red cheeks. The china child was 
dressed in a blue vestment edged 
with gold rosebuds, and balanced in 
its hand a miniature world topped 
with a tiny gold cross. Its right hand 
was raised as if in benediction. The 
whole figure was glazed and shone 
in the light of the counter lamp like 
a colored mirror. 

"Clearly a buy, Mrs. Mithridge," 
said Dan, "You see it is signed on the 
edge by its maker." 

And when the woman in the mink 
coat asked the price, Dan Cruick- 
shank, seeing her interest in it, 
charged five dollars too much for the 
Christchild of Prague. Mrs. Mith- 
ridge paid for the china figure, and 
signed a gift card to slip into the box. 
Mr. Cruickshank promised to have 
it delivered in time to place it on 
her cousin's nursery mantle for 
Christmas day. 

After Mrs. Mithridge left the store, 
it happened. There were several 
versions of the story, but Miss Gertz 
was closest so hers seemed most ac- 
curate. Dan Cruickshank, according 
to Miss Gertz, had placed the Christ- 
child of Prague on top of the show- 
(Continued On Page Sixteen) 

December 15, 1943 


Page Eleven 


CHRISTMAS DE TROP by Helen Smith, '44 

When Inspector Curby arrived 
Father met him at the door. My 
father is not ordinarily a nervous 
man but as he walked with the In- 
spector to the library he twitched his 
cigarette between his fingers until 
the ash hung raggedly on a few 
strands of tobacco. He talked quick- 
ly to Mr. Curby. Then he opened the 
library door and pointed to Aunt 
Evelyn still slumped in the wicker 
rocker where she had been murdered 
an hour before. Father did not go 
into the room himself. He closed the 
door quickly after the Inspector. He 
stood still a moment, his face \'eiy 

Finally, "Where is your mother, 

"Mother is with Aunt Louise," I 
said. "Aunt Louise is very ill." 

Father ground his cigarette in an 
ash tray. "I must go to them," he 
said. "Louise and Evelyn were quite 
close — living together so many years. 
It's almost providential that we 
should be here. I can't think what 
Louise would have done alone." 

"At Christmas especially. Christ- 
mas is a season of sentimentalism at 

"Yes — yes, Christmas." His hand 
was trembling violently. He held it 
in front of him and stared at it a 
long moment. Then he clenched it 
hard. "I must go to Louise and Mar- 
garet," he said. "Where is Claire 

"She's in the morning room, Fa- 
ther, with the children," I told him. 
"I think Van has gone out." 

"See that the children are kept 
away from the library, Vincent." He 
came to me and laid his hand on my 
shoulder. "You've been a rock in 
all this, my boy — a rock. I shall 
tell you frankly, boy, I didn't think 
you had it in you. I'm proud." 

"I'm glad Father," I said. 

He turned and went up the stairs. 

"A rock," I said to myself. I took 
a childlike pleasure in the word. Al- 
ways Vincent the weakling. Poor 
lad, poor Vince, sick so much of the 
time, poor nervous fellow. A rock 
now — "A rock," I said aloud. 

A library door opened. Inspector 
Curby stepi>ed briskly out and 
glanced as briskly about as all In- 
spectors must do. He came over to 
me and, gluing his eyes expectantly 
on my necktie, he said in a voice 
stifled with his personal conception 

of tact, "You, I presume, are the 
nephew of the deceased." 

"Yes," I said helpfully. 

"I must inform you that your aunt 
has not died of natural causes." 

"She was murdered," I said. 

His eyes vaulted to my lower lip. 
"Quite so," he said. "Quite so." 

"Having noted the gun-shot wounds 
we supposed such to be the case," I 
said. "Aunt Evelyn was much be- 
loved by us all. Such a crime is in- 

"Inexplicable." He turned and be- 
gan pacing the floor. He was a 
short man — utterly ineffectual and 
somewhat repulsive. "Yes, inexpli- 
cable." He stopped again in front of 
me. "I realize," he informed my 
necktie, "that this is no doubt the 
doing of an outsider. Nevertheless 
— " he assumed an appropriate air of 
dignity — "nevertheless, I must re- 
quest that all of you remain on the 
premises until I have arrived at a so- 

A vague vision of a very delightful 
career confined to the bounds of a 
quarter acre flashed sacrelegiously 
through my mind. 

"Will you please inform the rest 
of the household." 

I nodded inanely. 

"This will be difncult," said the 
Inspector, "but it is necessary." And 
he abruptly turned, walked into the 
library, and closed the door after 

Aunt Louise was crying. I could 
hear the rhythmic bursting of her 
sobs semi-colonned periodically by 
my father's tired voice. I walked 
back through the hall to the morning 
room. Claire was sitting alone by 
the fireplace knitting furiously. 

"Where are Alice and Buddy?" I 

"Oh, Vince. Good Lord, I'm as 
nervous as a cat." 

"Not surprising, old girl. Where 
are the offspring?" 

"Van got a small Christmas tree. 
They went out back with him to cut 
off some of the lower branches." 

"Isn't a Christmas tree just a little 
superfluous now?" 

"They have to have something to 
do, Vince. I can't keep them in one 
room doing nothing. Are the police 

"They're here all right — that fool 
Inspector Curby has the case." I 
lighted two cigarettes and handed her 

"Do you think he knows what he's 
doing? I mean, is he really a good 

"He's a fool — an utterly ineffectual 

"But, Vince — oh here comes Van 
with the children. I'm glad they're 
not old enough to know." 

"Yes " I said, "or to remember." 

Buddy galloped into the room. His 
cheeks were red with the cold. "It's 
ready. Mommy. The tree's ready to 
trim. Hello, Uncle Vince. The tree's 
ready to trim. You gonna help us?" 

"Perhaps, old man." I tousled his 
mop of blonde hair. 

Behind him toddled Alice, sub- 
m>erged in a red snow suit. Her pug 
nose and round blue eyes were all 
that was exposed. I picked her up 
and swung her in the air. She be- 
gan to cry. 

"What's the matter with her, 
Claire. Usually she loves to be 

"Maybe you've lost your old touch, 
Vince," said Van. He pushed throug'a 
the door carrying a stumpy little 

"Perhaps I have," I said. 

Claire had quieted the child and 
was stripping oiT the red snow suit. I 
helped Van set the tree upright in 
the triangular metal stand. 

"Van, Vince says the Inspector in 
charge of the case is a bit of a numb- 

"Curby?" asked Van. 

"Curby," I said. 

Van adjusted the last screw in the 
tree holder and straightened. "He's 
the only man left, isn't he, Vince? I 
supcosed he'd take charge." 

"He's been the only man since 
Hume died." 

"Hume," mused Claire. "Not the 
famous detective Hume of the Alder 

"The same. Too bad he couldn't 
live to find the dear Aunt's assassin." 

"Vince, for heaven's sake. This is 
not to be taken lightly." 

"Relax, Claire, relax. A nice case 
of nerves won't do any of us any 

"Let's trim the tree now. Mama, 
please," begged Buddy. He and Alice 
were dragging the Christmas decora- 
tions out of neatly-packed cartons 
and spreading them over the floor. 

"In a minute, dear," promised 

"I see you bought a paper. Van," I 
(Continued On Page Twelve) 

Page Twelve 


December 15, 1943 


Christmas de Trop 

(Contmued From Page Eleven) 
said. "There's nothing about this 
mess yet, of course." 

"No, nothing yet. I can t say I'm 
anxious to see the particulars in 

"Not you too. Van. I've never seen 
such a bunch of shivering frails." 

"You're as hacked as we, Vince. 
Lord, you've always been a paclc of 

"Oh, we've all got the heebie- 
jeebies," Claire intervened, "and 
we're all entitled to them now if 

"I'm going upstairs to see how 
Mother's taking it." 

"O. K., Vince, at dmner then," Van 
shook his head at the growing disor- 
der on the floor. "Come on, kids, 
let's do the tree." 

I left the morning room and went 
directly upstairs. Aunt Louise had 
stopped her sobbing and the whole 
house was quiet — hellishly quiet. I 
stopped in front of Aunt's room and 
lighted a cigarette. 1 glanced at my 
watch. It was 7:10. Twenty min- 
utes 'til dinner. I was about to 
knock when the door across the hall 
opened and my father strode out. 

"Louise is asleep, Vincent," he 
said. "I'm having dinner sent up to 
her." His face was haggard. "We've 
had a bad time, Vincent. She blames 
me. Keeps saying over and over that 
she loved Evelyn in spite of their 
differences. Keeps praying and cry- 

"It's a damn shame — your taking 
the brunt of things. Why can't she 
be reasonable? Women — Lord!" 

"She's older than I, Vincent, and 

"Weaker. Yes, she's weaker. But 
it's a damn shame. Having to listen 
to all that." 

He shakily lit a cigarette and led 
the way downstairs. "Have you talk- 
ed to Inspector Curby?" 


"Then you Icnow we're not to leave 
the grounds." 

"So he informed me." 

"Not much of a compliment to the 
police force, Curby." 

"He's a fool." 

"But a well-meaning fool." 

The maid came through from the 
back of the house. 

"Are you ready for dinner, sir?" 
she asked. 

"Quite ready. Miss Louise will 
have dinner in her room." " 

"Yes, sir. Dinner is served then, 
sir." She made her way quickly back 
to the kitchen. 

With a noisy shuffle Van and family 

"po on in to dinner," said Father. 
"I 11 call your mother. She's been 

By the time the soup was served 
Mother was down. She looked quite 
well — a little tired but quite well. 
Nothing was said for a very long 
time. The servants were in and out 
and no one wanted to talk. 

"Where are the police?" asked 
Mother finally. "Have they gone?" 

"They've gone for tonight, my 
dear," said Father. "There are a few 
about the grounds but none in the 

"What do they know?" 

"Very little if anything. Try not 
to worry, Margaret." 

"How do you know how much 
they've found out?' asked Claire 
nervously. "How can you know?" 

"Stop this. Stop this," said my 
father. No one knows or ever will 
know that we murdered Evelyn for 
her lovely income unless one of us 
gives the secret away with his bab- 

"Cut it," I hissed — and we fell si- 
lent. The removal of the soup went 
on interminably. Van dropped a 
fork on his plate with a clatter. A 
short cry escaped Claire. She bit 
her lip harshly. The air was stifling 
— pregnant and taut. Father's finger- 
tips gripping the table's edge were 
white. My mother's only hint of 
nervousness was the rhythmic re- 
moval and replacement of the blood- 
stone she wore on her right hand. 

Finally we were alone again. 

"Father," said Claire. "Father, 
how long must we be held like 

"Yes," said Van. "The children are 
fretting. How soon — " 

"When can we know?" Clair in- 
terrupted. "Do they suspect that we 
— that we shot her? I'm so tired of 
thinking — thinking ana waiting." 

"Thinking, yes — to think that Lou- 
ise planned to go through this alone," 
my mother shuddered. "At least 
we're bearing up better than she. We 
should be thankful we arrived in 
time to help. Let's stop this worth- 
less quibbling and plan our Christ- 
mas dinner. Shall we have the In- 
spector? He looks as if he might 
enjoy a good home-cooked meal." 

A La Christmas 

(Continued From Page Nine) 
just couldn't depend on his boss let- 
ting him free that Saturday night. 

You can dream, anyway. (How- 
ever, beware of dream-enemy No. 1 
— Frank Sinatra — as a present. You 
wouldn't want to break up a happy- 
home, would you?) Why not fall 
asleep, humming: 
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas." 

A white Christmas! A perfectly 
safe dream. You won't be the only 
one dreaming it, either. If you like 
company, there'll be millions of peo- 
ple all over the world dreaming with 
you. Of course, you're position will 
be slightly more comfortable than 
that of someone in a muddy shack in 
Sicily or against a hard wall in Ger- 

Who's getting gruesome! Well, 
maybe we did sit up too late to hear 
sleigh-bells in the snow. (We found 
out that the big noise on the roof 
wasn't reindeer anyway. Just an old 
shingle cracking. Roofer couldn't 
fix it. Couldn't get the materials.) 
Yes, that's right. Some soldier is 
using the material — in a little modi- 
fied form. Not only that, the same 
soldier will be eating his Christmas 
dinner out of a can. Lucky fellow! 
At Christmas, when you're eating 
those two eggs, don't be angry, be- 
cause that soldier and his buddies 
are passing plenty of "eggs" to — 
well, of all people — the Japs. As 
long as the eggs can be passed — • 
well, those soldiers know, and so will 
you, that there is a Santa Claus! 

So, plan today to reserve a Christ- 
mas Eve dream framed in khaki 
color, sailor . blue, or forest green. 
And now, sagely laying one finger 
beside our nose (or noses), we say, 
little ones: 

"Merry Christmas to all, 
And to all a . . . 

Good Night! The Union-Pacific has 
hooked our reindeer. And here we 
are, caught without even a street- 
car check. Looks like we'll have to 
put a touch on the old man with the 
pennies in his hat to get back to 
Santa-Land tonight! 


Your Florist 

3719 Forbes Street 
MAyflower or SChenley 1300 

December 15, 1943 


Page Thirteen 



Joe and I sat in one corner of the 
room and a big heap of Christmas in 
the other. I looked at Joe and Joe 
looked at me as we both raised our 
heads from our hands to listen to a 
sound we hoped was not true. 

"Mother," came a muffled call 
through the closed nursery door up- 
stairs. It was twelve o'clock on 
Christmas Eve and a small boy call- 
ing for his mother when he is sup- 
posed to be asleep so that Santa can 
bring a tree complete with gifts and 
village and trimming was not the 
most welcome sound in the world. 

"Your turn to go and make up a 
story about why the little dears 
haven't heard Santa's sleigh on the 
roof yet," said Joe through a fiend- 
ish grin. 

I started out of the room in my 
most dignified way and suddenly 
found my nose sniffing at a rose on 
the carpet. I had tripped over a pile 
of electric train tracks in the door- 
way. I knew the grin was there 
again only more so. I didn't turn 
back to reassure myself but hurried 
upstairs. I paused at the nursery 
door, hoping that Mikey had at last 
fallen asleep. But such a hope was 
not to be fulfilled. 

"Mother," came the call again, this 
time louder and more insistent. It 
had that tone of "if-you-don't-come- 
soon-I'U-bite-my-sister's-hand - and- 
pull-her-hair-till-she-yells." That 
tone was not to be ignored, so I 
opened the door to see Mikey sitting 
bolt upright in his bed by the window 
and peering out with all too evident 

"Well?" he said. 

"What is it, dear?" I asked in my 
most motherly fashion. 

"I haven't heard him yet and I've 
been listening for an awful long 
time," he replied. 

"Shhhh, Mike, you'll waken Penny. 
She's been a good girl and gone to 
sleep. I told you, and Daddy told 
you, and Grandma told you that 
Santa Claus never comes until the 
children are asleep and what's more, 
he doesn't come at all to bad little 
girls and boys who won't do what 
their parents tell them." 

That sounded like a goopy story to 
rtie, but I thought it might work. 
Then to my no-longer-so-loving- 
mother-ears came a sound from the 
other bed. 

And with that, Penny was bolt up- 
right in bed. What to do, oh, what 
to do, I thought, with ■ two kids in 

the defiant position of being bolt 
upright in bed at twelve-thirty on 
Christmas Eve. Bash in their little 
heads? Too brutal . . . Sing them 
soothing lullabies? Too mild. And 
besides whatever other qualities my 
voice may have, soothing is not one 
of them. Ha! I'll get them a drink 
of water. That ought to do the trick. 
It had been my experience that when 
children repulsed Morpheus, 'they 
always called for water. Maybe I'd 
even add a couple of knock-out drops 
just as a no-fail check on its powers. 
But, I remembered, the administra- 
tion of water means a trip to the 
bathroom sometime within the next 
two hours when one's age is between 
six and eight. 

Just then I was conscious of the 
end of a yawn coming from Mikey's 
direction. "Ah, beautiful yawn," I 
muttered with joy. 

"What did you say, Mother?" came 
a voice from the same source as the 

"Nothing, dear, I was just think- 
ing," I lied. 

"Funny way to think," mumbled 
Penny in her own inimitable way as 
she slid under the covers. 

That slipping under the covers is 
a good sign, I thought. I must en- 
courage same. 1 walked over to 
Penny's bed and tucked in the cov- 

'Now wouldn't you like me to tuck 
you in, too, Mike, so you can go to 

"Yes," answered Mike, still sitting 
up in bed. 

"Well then, you'll have to lie 
down," said I, in what I hoped was 
a persuasive tone. 

"Why?" he retorted. "Can't you 
tuck me in when I'm sitting up?" 

"Not very well, dear." The term 
of endearment had a slightly hypo- 
critical edge. 

"Try," he said, "I bet you can if 
you try." I could have happ'ily 
choked the author of "If at first you 
don't succeed, try, try again." And 
I would have enjoyed murdering the 
guy who taught it to my son. But 
I tried and finally closed the nur- 
sery door on a blanket-covered form 
sitting up in bed. I had proved to 
my son that I could. 

I tip-toed down stairs to find Joe 
proudly surveying 'the upright tree 
which reached almost to the ceiling. 

"The next time they wake up, 
you'll just have to go up on the roof 
and make like Santa's sleigh," I said 

with hauteur (I hoped). 

"No, Sally, it's the mother's job to 
put the children to sleep. You're 
the one with the magic touch, not 
I," said Joe in all sincerity. 

"Shut up, Santa," I said, immedi- 
ately realizing the inadequacy of my 

While the clock ticked away an 
hour or so, I wrapped gifts in colored 
Christmas paper and tied them care- 
fully with red ribbon, thinking what 
a mess all that paper would make the 
next day when it was ripped off and 
tossed on the floor. Joe spent 
the time putting lights and candy and 
shiny ornaments on the tree. Would 
that I had married a man whose fam- 
ily has had a little less Christmas 
spirit, I thought. Joe must have be- 
lieved in Santa Claus well into 
adolescence. And I wasn't at all sure 
that he wasn't still in that stage. This 
was one of the few times when I felt 
compassion for my mother-in-law. 

When the tree was all trimmed, 
Joe beamed with pride. He thought 
it was beautiful. I thought it looked 
like Mae West wearing all her jew- 
elry at once. 

"Now all we have to do is set up 
the train and village," said Joe hap- 
pily. I looked at the clock that 
screamed two o'clock at me. 

"Just a second while I plug in the 
lights," said Joe as he crawled along 
on all fours looking for a floor socket. 

A sickening thought occurred to 

"Joe," I said dully, "there aren't 
any plugs on that side of the room." 

'That's all right,' he replied and 
went on looking. I was thinking of 
taking him to a Sonotone man when 
he turned to me with that sick cow 
look that had once made me say the 
fatal "Yes." 

"What did you say?" he asked 

"There aren't any sockets on that 
side of the room." There were no 
words to make it less than that. 

So Hercules (that's Joe) and Her- 
culina (that's me) moved the tree 
that Joe thought was beautiful and 
I thought looked like Mae West, to 
the other side of the room, leaving 
bits of broken ornaments and sticky 
candy on the way. 

"That's not so Ijad," said Joe when 
we had finished our little chore. 
"Now all we have to do is set up the 
train and the village." 

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December 15. 1943 


Between the Dark . . . 

(Continued From Page Thirteen) 

"Yes, you said that before," I re- 
plied, trying to sound reproachful 
and hoping that my husband felt sor- 
ry for his dutiful Mrs. Santa Claus. 
But he just pulled out his blue-prints 
of the lay-out and scrutinized them, 
utterly ignoring me. 

For the next three or four hours I 
felt like Gulliver hovering over the 
Lilliputians. Not only did I hover 
over the little village people, but I 
also stepped on some of them and 
ground them to so much plaster 
paris pulp. This made Joe mad and 
he told me to sit in the corner and 
read a book while he finished. I 
might have complied with his re- 
quest if I had been able to find an 
empty corner. I couldn't, so I tim- 
idly suggested that I go to bed. 

Joe plugged in the train and turned 
to speak to me and all the lights in 
the house went out. 

"Joe," I yelled, groping for him 
in the dark and throwing my arms 
around a prickly Christmas tree, 
"what's happened?" 

"A blown fuse, I guess," came 
from the other side of the room. 
"Just sit still while I go down in the 
cellar and fix it." 

So I sat still for half an hour until 
the lights came on again and found 
myself still sitting in a box of arti- 
ficial dirt. I couldn't see what was 
so artificial about it. 

At long last everything was fin- 
ished and Joe was all for sitting 
around and admiring our night's 
work. I felt that I had played the 
loyal wife long enough, so I crawled 
upstairs to bed and left Joe to revel 
and add the finishing touches. I had 
been in bed a few minutes when Joe's 
head peeped in the door. 

"Guess what we forgot, Sal?" 

I tried pretending I was asleep but 
apparently this thing that we had 
forgotten was more important than 
my well earned rest. Joe tapped me . 
on the forehead with his finger. I 
had an insane desire to bite it off, but 
I controlled myself somehow and 
went on pretending I was asleep. 

"Sal," he said, shaking me vigor- 
ously, "we forgot the stockings." 

"I'd just as soon wear socks," I 

Joe patiently explained that he 
meant the children's Christmas stock- 
ings that we had filled with a lot of 
silly this-and-that. I opened my left 
eye and quickly shut it. Then I 

opened both my eyes to make sure 
that I wasn't having hallucinations 
in my old age. But I wasn't. There 
was Joe holding up a bright red 
Santa Claus suit, complete with 

"Surprise," he said, "you thought 
I'd forgotten but I didn't." 

I could feel him beaming with de- 
light. Beaming (even when done by 
one's husband) and the wee small 
hours don't mix as far as I'm con- 
cerned. I definitely wasn't in the 
mood for surprises . . . especially if 
they had anything to do with Christ- 
mas, and I had a haunting suspicion 
that this one did. 

"I remembered," continued my 
dear husband, "that you said you 
always wanted to dress up as Santa 
and take the stockings into the 
children's room on Christmas Eve 
and hang them on their bedposts." 

"How picturesque," I muttered, 
wishing that I had been struck dumb 
at any given time before uttering 
those awful words about wanting to 
play Santa Claus. 

Joe couldn't stand to have me dis- 
appointed and would not be content 
until I had crawled out of bed, 
donned the frightful red costume and 
delivered the stockings to the nur- 
sery. I went into the room with fear 
and ti-epidation. Please, God, don't 
yet me wake them. I had never ut- 
tered a more fervent prayer. The 
Creator must have been duly im- 
pressed because they stayed asleep. 
I think Joe would have been disap- 
pointed because they hadn't seen the 
Santa Claus suit. 

I returned to the bedroom to find 
Joe sound asleep. Brute, I thought. 
I started on another equally uncom- 
plimentary thought but was asleep 
before I finished it. 

I had been asleep for what seemed 
about five minutes when I felt some- 
thing cold and hard moving across 
my face. I reached up to knock it 
off, too tired to wonder what it was 
and found a tin mechanical walking 
Mickey Mouse in my hand. Now 
if there was anything I didn't want 
to see, it was a tin mechanical Mickey 
Mouse, especially a walking one, 
especially one walking across my 
face. These thoughts were interrupt- 
ed by two squeals of laughter. I 
opened my eyes to see four more 
eyes. They looked vaguely familiar. 
They were familiar. They belonged 
to my two children. 

"Merry Christmas," they yelled, to 

which Joe replied, "Joyous Easter" 
from the depths of sleep. 

"Joe, dear," I called, "it's morning 
. . . beautiful morning, and the 
children are up and have come to 
wish you a Men-y Christmas." 

Joe couldn't ignore that without 
branding himself a hypocrite, so he 
woke up and said dutifully, "Merry 

And with that Penny and Mike 
were on top of him. 

"We have something to tell you, 
Daddy," said Penny in her most 
grown-up air. I smelted a rat. I 
always smell a rat when my eldest 
speaks in a grown-up air. This was 
Christmas morning (Joe would have 
called it "Christmas Morn") and the 
odor was particularly nauseating. 

"Daddy," said Penny again a bit 
more forcefully because Joe had 
fallen back to sleep, "we have some- 
thing to tell you." 

"What is it, dear?" asked Joe. 
Somehow his attitude was not the 
epitome of Christmas spirit. 

Mikey and I know there isn't any 
Santa Claus," said Penny. 

Joe gulped. 

"We didn't want to tell you be- 
cause we wanted you to have one 
more Christmas when you could have 
fun playing Santa Claus." 

Joe muttered something that 
sounded like, "How kind of you." 

I smiled at Joe in my most wife- 
ly way. I hoped I looked under- 


a box of 



no tax 

on sale Tuesday and 

December 15, 1943 


Page Fifteen 


REUNION by Mary Gallagher, '45 

Theirs was not an ordinary ro- 
mance. It would, perhaps, have 
seemed more like an international 
affair, for Angus was truly Scotch 
and Marie was truly French — and 
their happiest moments were spent 
in Massachusetts. 

They met on a steamship bound 
for New York. Angus had looked 
once at Marie's delicate features — 
her twinkling blue eyes, her charm- 
ing smile, and her black hair curling 
from two blue bows — and suddenly 
he lost his longing for Scotland and 
the Highlands. Marie knew imme- 
diately that the Highlander, dressed 
in his red jacket and plaid skirt with 
the little white whisk broom, was the 
love of her life. 

At first Angus just looked at 
Marie — then his look became a gaze. 
Perhaps it was because he was just 
bashful, or perhaps it was because 
he had been told never to encourage 
a Frenchman, but whatever the 
cause, Angus loved Marie more and 
more each day — but he never spoke! 
Marie returned his love and loving 
him so, she understood. By the time 
the ship pulled in at the New York 
dock, Angus and Marie knew they 
were meant to be together forever 
and always. 

It was no real surprise to either 
of them when they found themselves 
on similar missions in the New York 
office of W. K. Dean, Importer. Be- 
ing together eased the strangeness of 
the new country; they glowed con- 

tentedly, side-by-side. But their 
paradise was short-lived, for early in 
December Angus was suddenly sent 
away to Mr. Dean's shop in Boston. 
No time for good-byes, no time for 
tears, only an agonizing longing 
for each other. The kilt of Angus 
uniform seemed to lose its old jaunti- 
ness and Marie's eyes surrendered 
their sparkle to a melancholy stare. 
Angus felt like a foreigner without 
a heart. 

The calendar on the wall of the 
New York shop of W. K. Dean read 
December 24. And on that day, early 
in the morning, in fact, a wonderful 
thing happened. A telegram was sent 
to Mr. Dean — and that very afternoon 
Marie was on her way to the Boston 
shop and maybe (though she 
shouldn't think it) to Angus. 

The Boston shop was small and 
Marie searched it with a quick, cau- 
tious glance. No Angus! Again her 
hopes fell and the two blue eyes 
filled with disappointment. She was 
sad. Soon, the same afternoon, Marie 
was sent away again with an old man 
who wore a little black cap — just like 
the tour-guide back in Paris! This 
time they stopped in front of a little 
stone house in Lakewood, Massachu- 
setts. The old man accompanied 
her as far as the front door, and once 
again she was alone. 

Then it was night time and snow 
flakes floated down on Lakewood, 
peacefully, like small, down feath- 
ers. Inside the Young home, a 






Christmas ti-ee smiled happily with 
bright lights and tinsel shimmering 
ornaments. A little stuffed Scotch 
soldier with a real jacket and plaid 
skirt and a jaunty white whisk 
broom sat under the tree and smiled 
happily at the little French doll 
with the twinkling blue eyes. Angus 
and Marie would be together forever 
and always. 

Christmas Incognito 

(Continued From. Page Ten) 
case and had walked back to the 
wrapping desk to give directions for 
the kind of tissue paper and ribbons 
to be used for the gift. Miss Gertz 
was checking her sales in the account 
book when she heard a tiny voice be- 
hind her say: 

"That's an awful pretty little boy." 

She turned around. She saw a 
thin and dirty little boy twisting a 
red knitted cap in his hands. His 
eyes were wide and blue and his 
mouth looked as if it were ready to 
blow out a candle, as he stared at 
the china figure of the Christchild of 

"It sure is. Sonny," said Miss 
Gertz, "it sure is a pretty little 
statue, it is.'' 

The boy reached into the pocket of 
his knickers and jingled some 

"I'd like to buy that little boy 
doll," he said, "I'd like to buy it for 
my mother for Christmas. It doesn't 
cost any more'n eighty three cents 
would it?" 

"It'd cost quite a bit more'n eighty 
three cents. Sonny," said Miss Gertz, 
"and anyway it's been sold already." 

"Oh," said the boy scraping the 
thick rug with his shoe. 

"But I tell ya," said Miss Gertz, 
"why don'cha just buy your Mom 
a pretty plant or somepin'??" 

"That would be kinda nice," said 
the boy as he leaned on the counter, 
"but doncha have another of those 
little boy dolls?" 

"Nope," said Miss Gertz, "that's 
the only one we have, and it comes 
all the way from Italy." 

"Oh," said the boy and buttoned 
up his corduroy jacket. Miss Gertz 
turned back to her account book. 
Then she heard the crash — not a 
heavy crash but a muffled one on the 
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December 15, 1943 


Christmas Incognito 

(Continued From Page Fifteen) 
counter, just enough noise for a 
china figurine. 

IVIiss Gertz did not look up right 
away, but reached for a handker- 
chief from the sleeve of her dress 
and held it to her mouth. She could 
hear Dan Cruickshank hurry up to- 
wards her counter, and the high 
gasps of his voice. Then she heard 
the crack of his hand against the 
little boy's face. Then she looked 

The boy had fallen to the floor, his 
red knitted cao against the shiny 
black shoes of Dan Cruickshank. Dan 
kicked at it, and the little boy held 
his knee from the pain of the kick. 
The child did not cry, but just stared 
at Dan Cruickshank, waiting for 

"What did you do it for?" scream- 
ed Dan pulling at his coat, "Answer 
me, why did you break that? Answer 
me, do ya hear me?" 

"I didn't mean to," said the boy 
half sobbing, "I didn't mean to 
at all! I just wanted to see if it felt 
on my fingers as cool as it looked in 
my eyes. That's all. I didn't mean to 
break it — I didn't want to break the 
little boy doll." 

By this time a crowd had gather- 
ed around — the mob of counter shop- 
pers, with their shopoing ba^s and 
leather jackets and old felt hats — but 
they were not noisy now. 

"I just sold that figure," growled 
Dan, "I just sold it for forty five 
dollars. You could never pay that 
much for it now, could you?" 

"No," said the little boy. "I don't 
have that- much money. I've never 
even seen that much money in my 
whole life. But, Mister, I can put 
that little boy doll together again. 
I'm good with my hands, I can put 
it aU together again." 

Dan let one of his customer smiles 
deepen into a loud laugh, as he 
looked at the eight broken pieces of 
the Christchild of Prague rolling on 
the counter. 

"Don't be a little fool," he roared, 
"you can't put that back together 
again. Give me your name, and I'll 
get that forty five dollars from your 
people if I have to go to court for 

"Hold on, Mister," said a man from 
the crowd, a man with a dirty gray 

felt hat, and a gold tooth in the front 
of his mouth, "Hold' on! We don't 
like your Christmas spirit. It was an 
accident. Why should the kid do it 

"What's the Christmas spirit have 
to do with it?" shouted Dan, "I aim 
to get that money. What's your name. 

"Wait a minute," said the man 
with the gold tooth as he pulled his 
gray hat off, "Now there's lots of 
ways I can spend five bucks at 
Christmastime, Bud, but this is as 
good a way as any!" He dropped the 
bill into his hat and held it out in 
front of him. "Who's with me?" he 
asked, "Who's gonna help me pay fer 
that statue fer the boy?" 

And every person in Cruickshank's 
Gift Shoppe that afternoon — all the 
women with shopping bags, and girls 
with colored -scarves around their 
heads, and men with cheap cigars in 
their mouths — everyone in the store 
dropped dimes and quarters and 
dollars into the gray felt hat. Even 
Miss Gertz and Miss Mary Smalley 
and all the other clerks in the store 
dropped in their contributions for the 
Christchild of Prague. 

Dan Cruickshank stared at them 
all, as if he had never seen them 
before. He watched the money drop 
into the hat, and he watched the 
givers' faces — all different yet all 
with the same smile arovmd the eyes. 

And the little boy sat on the 
counter, twisting his red knitted cap, 
and his blue eyes were wide and his 
mouth looked as if it were ready to 
blow out a candle. And when the 
gray hat neared him, he readied into 
his pocket and pulled out his eighty 
three cents and drooped it in. 

"Stop it," said Dan Cruickshank, 
"Stop it! Take back your money! 
I don't want it anymore! I'm sorry 
for all this, believe me!" 

But nn one paid any attention to 
him. Most of the crowd wandered 
through the revolving door out onto 
the streets towards home. They 
didn't wait to be thanked. And the 
man with the hatful of money poured 
it onto the counter beside the broken 
pieces of the Christchild of Prague. 

"Give the kid the statue," he said, 
"let him put it together if he wants 
to. It's our Christmas present to 

The boy jumoed down from the 
counter and grabbed hold of the man 

with the gold tooth. "Thanks, Mis- 
ter," he said, "thanks an awful lot. 
Merry Christmas to you!" 

"It's okay, kid," said the man, 
"Hope you get it together all right. 
And Merry Christmas to you!" And 
he left the store. 

Miss Gertz brought out some 
mending glue for the little boy to 
build together the Christchild of 
Prague. As he worked fitting one 
piece on another, Dan Cruickshank 
stared at the revolving door through 
which the counter mob had left. He 
stared at it as if in a daze, and sud- 
denly he bowed and smiled his best 
customer smile. Only this time the 
smile was wider and lasted longer. 

And soon the china Christchild of 
Prague was all together again, and 
only tiny spiderweb cracks showed 
where it had been broken. And Dan 
carefully picked it up and wrapped 
it himself in tissue paper and red 
and green ribbons. And the box was 
too heavy for just a small china doll 
when Dan handed it to the boy. All 
the money from the gray felt hat 
was inside too. And as the boy pull- 
ed on his red knitted hat, Dan 
Cruickshank wished him a Merry 
Christmas, and the little boy smil- 
ed and wished him one back. 

And Dan then and there promised 
to his employees a Christmas bonus 
of twenty-five dollars, and for the 
rest of the day before Christmas he 
bowed quite a bit and smiled quite 
a bit to the counter shoppers who 
weren't buying much, just looking. 

And as Miss Ella Gertz tells the 
story, she says: 

"You know, that little boy in here 
was the spittin' image of that Christ- 
child statue." But Miss Gertz' weak- 
ness was comparing one thing with 



December 15, 1943 


Paae Seventeen 


WITH APOLOGIES TO DICKENS by Margaret Browne, '44 

Even the quiet snow and the starry 
sky couldn't do much to make the 
bomb-shocked city of Berlin look 
very festive on Christmas eve. Ber- 
lin was not siinnosed to believe in 
Christmas anyway, but here and 
there throughout the city, a candle 
shone behind the blackout curtains in 
a few of the fortunate little houses 
which happened to be left standing 
amidst the wreckage. Secretly some 
of the older inhabitants, the ones 
with grey hair and tired, lined faces, 
were being brave enough to sing 
carols very softly so that a passing 
soldier would not be able to hear 

Somewhere within the city, a man 
with a little black mustache and a 
lock of starchy-looking hair over 
his forehead dozed nervously in a bed 
which was much too big for him — 

just like his ideas. There was a 
bright star shining outside his win- 
dow but of course he hadn't noticed 

One of the remaining clocks in the 
city struck twelve but all wasn't 
well, especially inside the boudoir of 
the whiskered sleeping beauty be- 
cause a small hand was tugging at the 
covers on his bed and as he open- 
ed his eyes to see what was hap- 
pening, he stared into the face of an 
old man who had in spite of his face 
the figure of a child dressed in blue. 
The spectacle was horrible and the 
man winced as we might expect. 

"Who are you and what do you 
want?" he asked. 

"I am the Ghost of Christmas 
PcSt. Rise and walk with me." The 
spirit was heading towards the win- 
dow and "Whiskers" didn't want to 


"I am likely to fall," he protested. 

"You are destined to fall," chanted 
the spirit, "and you cannot help but 
follow me. Mortal power is useless 
against that of a spirit. I will touch 
you End you will be able to fly 
through space." 

It was a funny sight to witness 
although no one in Berlin saw as 
the two sped through the air, the 
night shirt of one waving dramat- 
ically in the breeze. 

"Where are you taking me?" asked 

"To the past — Christmas past. 
Look down there and tell me what 
you see." 

"I see houses, lighted houses." 

"Don't you see the children around 
the fire places? Don't you hear them 
(Continued On Page Eighteen) 

Have a Coca-Cola = Welcome, Short-Snorter 

s natural for popular names to 
acquire friendly abbreviations. That's 
why you hear Coca Cola called "Coke". 

. . .from family fireside to far-flung fronts 

When short-snorters (trans-ocean flyers) meet and compare 
their autographed dollar bills, the invitation Have a "Coke" is 
fairly sure to follow. At home and abroad Coca-Cola has become 
a symbol of those who see things in a friendly light. 


-the global 

I 1943 The C-C Co^ 

Page Eighteen 


December 15, 1943 


With Apologies . . . 

(Continued From Page Seventeen) 

laughing? Can't you see their pink 


"This is the Christmas of the Ger- 
many that used to be. This is the 
lighted Christmas with singing and 
laughter. It is what you destroyed." 

"The hell with it — nonsense, that's 
what it is. There's no Christ and 
there shouldn't be any Christmas. 
Only weak nations celebrate such a 
fool thing." 

"Then your country should be cele- 
brating it tonight, my friend," re- 
plied the spirit. 

"We are not weak. We are the 
strongest of all nations," shouted 

The strength of his voice made 
the spirit disappear into the sky 
above but as he ascended, another 
figure came down from the clouds. 
This time, the spirit was entirely 
clothed in black and his face was 
grey with dark eyes sunk into deep 
hollows. A tiny stream of blood 
flowed from his lower lip. 

"Who are you?" asked "Whiskers" 
once again. 

"I am the Ghost of Christmas 
Present. Touch my robe and follow 
me. I have much to show you." 

"Whiskers" protested, "I can't see 

"Of course you can't. Christmas is 
dark in Berlin this year. Listen, can 
you hear the moans of dying men? 
They are your soldiers, your super 
men. Don't you hear them?" 

"They are dying for Germany. I 
like to hear them. Victory will be 

"Look down again. Can you see 
any lighted windows? Can you hear 
any laughter?" 


"See that little house. An old 
woman is weeping inside it and her 
grandchild is dead on the floor." 

"Our enemies have done this. There 
is not enough food in Berlin tonight. 
We must have revenge." 

"Perhaps your people are starving 
because it was they who deserved 

"We deserve supreme cy of tiie 

"See another house. That young 
soldier has just killed his mother be- 
cause she was praying." 

"fie is a good boy. There is no 
God and the woman is better dead." 

"You are impossible," snapped the 
spirit "I will leave you at the mercy 

of the Ghost of Christmas Future." 

The third phantom approached 
softly, his green robe fluttering as he 

"Come with me," he said abruptly. 
"Look down and see the future. What 
is there. — tell me." 

"There are lighted houses and . . . 
and . . . but we are moving too 
quickly. I can't see." 

"The future is always hard to see. 
You are lucky to have had at least a 
glimpse. We are away from the city 
now. Look down — the future down 
there is certain." 

"It's dark and quiet. I can't see." 

"Yes, you can. We are above a 
grave yard. Don't you see that plain 
grave over there — the one without 
any decoration on it?" 


"Look hard. What is the name on 

The face of the observer twisted 
and his eyes grew large and fearful. 

"Oh God. It's my name. It's my 


Apparently the fundamental cri- 
terion of the value of any commodity 
this season is the number of city 
blocks the line you're cooling your 
heels in covers. Taking advantage 
of that to-hell-with-life attitude 
prevalent among down-town shop- 
ping martyrs, cheery little uniformed 
women hop out from behind coun- 
ters and practically compell you to 
join the WAVES or WAC. In your 
weakened state, what can you do? 
What can you say? The thing to do, 
I've found, is stand behind a blood- 
bank recruiter until she snags a vic- 
tim — then collapse at her feet, slash- 
ing your wrist in preparation for the 
transfusion. After all, here's a way 
to get your pint without giving up 
those new State Store ration stamps. 
This procedure has only one draw- 
back. The store may be so crowded 
that no one discovers you and there 
you are being trampled as you lie 
around with your wrist slashed. 

Despite the competition of butter 
lines, turkey lines, Sinatra lines (he 
has some good ones even if he does 
forget the one about the Gal named 
Tess every Saturday night), to say 
nothing of bread lines — despite all 
this, the line leading to Santa Claus 
is still inexhaustible which your re- 
porter is not. 

After the hand to mouth existence 
I've been leading, the hand to hand 
battles I survived in my foot to foot 

progress to arrive face to face with 
Santa were ghastly. I was firmly told 
by someone's five-year-old pride and 
joy to "get to the back of the line, 
sister" — whereupon I found myself 
in the stock room facing a firing line 
of Junior Commando machine guns. 
After two and a half hours, during 
which the swing shift arrived for its 
daily dozen and five people fainted, 
including myself, I finally reached 
two points of disembarkation. The 
first was that (with apologies to 
Saroyan) people are not all beauti- 
ful. The second — shout, brother, 
shout and fifteen for the boys in the 
balcony — was that FalstafE-propor- 
tioned gentleman, that lovely cherub 
with the smog-stained beard, weigh- 
ing two-hundred and thirty pounds 
— Santa Claus. Nov smoz ka pop. 

When I had gained that helpful 
necessity of life called breath I stated 
my business to the old boy and he 
certainly was kind and sympathetic 
through it all. The whole rigama- 
role took several hours because this 
was no mean assignment the Arrow 
had allotted me. I had to tell Santa 
what the Faculty wants for Christ- 
mas and the Faculty must be kept 
happy at any cost. 

Alphabetically speaking, our first 
cry in the wilderness slipped from the 
lips of that plastic-pulling prodigy, 
Kay Arnold. Kay would like to se- 
cure, with as little violence as possi- 
ble, the mazuma owed her by two 
Senior Chem-majors. 

Mrs. Ayars would love to have 
fifty more yards of purple cloth with 
which to enwrap the Glee Club. 

Miss Irma Ayers' ideal gift to 
herself would be a perfect biscuit 
from every student. 

Miss Bair, devotee of the employ- 
ment bureau, wants just one more 
employee unburdened with cats, 
dogs, T.B., or fallen arches. 

Mrs. Baldwin would love to have 
the Alumnae copies of the Arrow re- 
turned to their resting place tout 

Mrs. Dickey asks only for another 
chance at that rough and tough team 
she battled in the honorary. 

Dr. Doxsee would like the books 
et al (especially et al) that have been 
borrowed from his office, back again 
before his New Year inventory. 

Nurse Elder asks for bigger and 
better resistance to those bugs she's 
been exterminating these past weeks. 

Dr. Evans' supreme desire is the 
■realization of her motto — a chicken 
in every pot and a Brownie card in 
every home. 

Miss Gunderman is asking, nay. 

December 15, 1943 


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praying, for a certain system of re- 
trieving all student ration books 
after Christmas. 

Mrs. Hansen wants a pair of floor 
lamps to lessen the drowsibleness of 
the browsing room. 

IVEiss Held would like some com- 
positions without the accent on the 

Dr. Jacoby wants someone to in- 
vent a self-replacing balance cover 
for his recalcitrant class members. 

]V[iss Kramer wants a system de- 
vised whereby the experimental ma- 
treial rampant on campus may be 

Miss Maclachlan wants, as does 
the administration, a nice new gym 
sans holes in the floor. 

Miss Marks asks only that she be 
spared any more difficult problems 
before Christmas. This failing, she 
begs that two more hours be added 
to each day in which to battle them. 
Mrs. Martin requests a one-way 
ticket to the Aleutians. 

Miss McFetridge wants a great big 
bottle of finger-print-ink remover. 

Dr. Montgomery's wants are sim- 
ple. His only request is for a new 
and better social order. 

Dean Moor requests that he never 
again be awarded 8:30 for his class 

Miss Myers finds A easier to in- 
scribe than F. Herein she asks your 

Mr. O'Neil's uppermost desire is 
that nothing else may happen to his 
spare and sparse crew of janitors. 

Mrs. Park requests a private bath 
and we don't blame her a bit. 

Dr. Piel hopes for a satisfactory 
convalescence following the pieling- 
out of her appendix during the holi- 

Mrs. Seitz asks for quicker and 
more effective absorption on the re- 
ceiving end of her math-method. 

Miss Shamburger wants a .dinner 
engagement which, will terminate 
without the loss of her guests' hats. 
Mrs. Shupp, asking the impossible 
as always, requests a complete set of 
polished floors and windows. 

Dr. Spencer is looking forward to 
the publishing of an infallible book 
on farming. 

Miss Staples patriotically requests 
a load of horse — well, fertilizer to 
bed her victory garden for winter. 

Dr.^ Wallace asks for more appre- 
ciation of his railroad service in this 
day of war-time travel restriction. 

Miss Weigand will be happy if 
someone will only balance those big 
ledgers to which she devotes so much 
of her time. 

Miss Welker puts in a request for 
inspixation. If her students don't 
contract some soon, she'll lose hers. 



± lease help keep crowded 
Long Distance circuits clear 
for necessary war calls. 

Lhere are no holidays for 
war or the telephone. 



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December 15, 1943 

Vol. XXni Pennsylvania College for Women, Pittsburg-h, Pa., February 16, 1944 

No. 4 


Page Two 


February 16, 1944 


Pennsylvania College for Women 
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Feature Staff 

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Herdt, Phyllis Jones. Angle King. Margaret McKee, Jane Meub, 
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Business Staff 

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' waiter, Doris Sisler. 

From the Turret of 1903 

Herewith we present an editorial from tiie Sorosis of 
October, 1903. It is the first editorial of that college year 
and is typical of all those following. Probably you'll get 
a charge out of it. We did. But what strikes us is that 
the students of that day toolc themselves with such ab- 
normal seriousness. 

Not that we of 1944 thinic the world is a huge joke. 
But, in general, we follow a day's events with a chaser 
of Morton's and a Mairsydoats. Wherefore the attitudinal 
change? Perhaps it's because Jupiter is in the fifth house 
of those born under Aries or because Mars crosses Taurus 
in the dark of the moon. We leave it to you. 
* * :S « 

"The Sorosis of 1903-04 extends to all a hearty wel- 
come! We are glad to see so many faces of old friends, 
and also to become acquainted with so many new ones. 

Vacation is now only a memory. The winged days of 

summer flew all too quickly. It seemed no dust could 
have collected on our books. Yet the three months have 
gone, and left but recollections — happy ones, we trust, 
for both old friends and our new. 

Some of us have used the time in paying a visit to 
Father Neptune, and found unaccustomed pleasure along 
the borders of his watery domain. Some have climbed 
the hills and mountains, and stood with head thrown back 
and lungs expanded because we had succeeded in rising 
so high above the rest of mortals. Some have sought the 
quiet of the country — the simple, rural life, praised by 
the poets — and at length have learned to distinguish a 
wheat field from one of oats, or a potato patch from a 
tomato one. A few of us stayed at home, finding time at 
last to do the thousand and one little tasks, long demand- 
ing attention. 

And now the play day Is over. We must again take 
up our work. And why? Because we all desire to make 
advancement; and no continuous progress i-esults without 
endeavor. Yet who can do this and not cast one wistful, 
backward glance, "Oh, for the last of June!" Believe 
me, the past did not rob the present of its joys. Each has 
its own pleasures. Of course you may have to expend a 
little more energy than usual. But what is the odds? 
This labor will serve as seasoning for your next vacation; 
and if you feel exceedingly depressed by that pile of new 
books and the prospect of examinations on their con- 
tents, just look beyond the present to next summer for 
"sweet is the pleasure after pain." All the world must 
work. Life can be maintained only by activity, and such 
activity as effects advancement. Unless an organism de- 
velops, it decays. This is a fact not only of the physical 
world but of the intellectual and moral. Hence it should 
interest all college girls, every one of whom desires to live 
in the fullest sense of the word. 

"Build today, then, strong and sure. 

With a firm and ample base, 
And ascending and secure 

Shall tomorrow find its place. 

Thus alone can we attain 

To those turrets, where the eye 
Sees the world as one vast plain. 
And one boundless reach of sky." 
* * * * 
We have somstimes cursed the Arrow-bearing quiver 
that hangs about our throats. We have entertained bitter 
thoiights as to this publication's fate. But our fore-Ed 
has said "sweet is pleasure after pain." Dare we bespeak 
our traitorous but heartfelt sentiment, "Sweet is the 
Arrow after the Sorosisl" 

February 16, 1944 


Page Three 


FOR this gay budding semester, 
students, we generously offer the fol- 
lowing incentive to higher learning — 
So work, that when thy summons 

To join the innumerable caravan 
That moves to that mysterious realm 
Where each shall receive an estimate 
Of her ability in things scholastic, 
Thou go not like a quarry slave at 

Scourged to his dungeon; 
But sustained and soothed by an un- 
faltering trust 
Approach thy grades. 
Like one who wraps a trench-coat 

over blue jeans 
And goes in to a pleasant Dean. 

THE impossible has become pos- 
sible, girls. The out-of-this-world 
has been brought into focus. That 
muddy, bloody, and comfortless abode 
of the male element, called a fox- 
hole, can now be transformed into a 
scrounge lounge. 

The miracle is performed by add- 
ing to the soldier's already burden- 
some pack one simple article — a fox- 
hole pillow. This remarkable pillow 
is shaped like a padded horseshoe 
and may be used sou la tete, la dos, 
or la fanny. Guaranteed for the 
duration — of the fox-hole. 

NEW War Economics Professor 
May objects to one of PCW's war- 
time "economies." Lecturing on the 
second floor of Berry, he paused, 
flicked away a couple of icicles, and 
asked calmly, "Has the janitor died?" 

SPECIAL Representative Bacon 
diverted her reknowned capability 
into channels other than the Arrow 
last month. Bringing Matthews, 
Filer, Ridge, Birrell, et al, back to 
the fold for a bull and bridge session 
highlighted the season for the Seniors. 
The class of '44 always has had fun 
en masse but the smooth-running of 
the Schenley shindig we owe to Bac. 
Guess the Arrow Eds can't keep her 
talents hidden under a bushel on pri- 
vate tap. 

MRS. SHUPP to Mr. Shupp while 
correcting Eng. 129 finals: "Could it 
be that those girls have sat in my 
Shakespeare class for a whole semes- 
ter and not have known that there 
was a war (of the Roses) on?" Could 
be; 'twas. 

TAKES an AA party to flex the 
lethargic muscles of PCW intellectu- 
als. Dozens of B-complex capsules 

were tossed away as revitalized stu- 
dents toddled up from the pool and 
alleys and checked in for Conover 
bridge and delectable refreshments a 
la Swan. Wonderful for insomnia 
and premature old age. More of 

THE government isn't kind enough 
to provide G. I. night-wear for its 
service men. But men's pajamas 
have become increasingly popular 
costumes for dormitory derms these 
past years. And so, Paul was sur- 
prised, but pleasantly, when he found 
he could borrow a pair just his size. 

HOOD and Tassel rally made PCW 
believe that War Bonds are "the 
choice of the boyce in the service" — 
to the rollicking tune of $2000. Suc- 
cess story incognito. 

MR. DEUSING valiantly upheld 
his two-asterisk rating last Tuesday — 
even managing to please the unpre- 
dictable taste and arouse the some- 
what jaded interest of the student 
body. No small accomplishment, 

IMAGINE! Someone in Novel class 
asked Dr. Doxsee if his exam would 
be essay or objective. 

A GLANCE into the Conover room 
on Tuesday last saw more than half 
of PCW with Dr. Montgomery en- 
shrined in the midst thereof. Well, 
what woman isn't interested in mar- 
riage and, good Lord, there is a war 
on. Perish the thought that the 
doughnuts might have been an incen- 

STUDENT emerging from Miss 

Myer's office: "That was the blow 

that killed father." Blows issued 

semi-annually — $175 each plus board. 

" Administration. 

SENIOR electives are studded with 
empty chairs since PCW's first mid- 
year graduation, and the science de- 
partment has a dull edge. It is 
grudgingly and without the gracious 
joy of giving that we toss our crop 
of Chemistry majors into the hungry 
jaws of industry. 

ORCHIDS being beyond the Arrow 
budget — we bestow an anemone or 
two upon Herdt and Collins for their 
fruitful efforts to make the Juniors 
happy at the College Club. Also, a 
blood-root or meadow pink to Flood 
for her prophecy on the same occa- 
sion. Moral: preserve wild life. 

SPEERS threw the Valentine party 
in Woodland Hall last evening. At 
least she gave it momentum. One of 
those hand-to-moutli affairs or, con- 
sidering the occasion, perhaps heart- 
to-heart is more appropriate. Any- 
how, it fortified us as we sat, heart- 
in-mouth, anticipating the faculty 

High spots of said drama: the jar- 
gonese of 

" 'Twas brillig and tlie slithy toves 
Wave on. Old Glory, in the breeze" 
adapting itself to Dr. Doxsee's 
smooth intonations so as to prove to 
his swoonaudience forever that dou- 
bletalk as well as Beowulf can be 
beautiful . . . innumerable frosty 
souls melting away as Mock Tiurtle 
Montgomery caroled ectsatically 
"Beau-ootiful so-oop. Soup of the 
evening, beau-ootiful so-oop" . . . 
Dr. Wallace giving Mad Hatter part 
a calculating, scientific air . 
Duchess Shupp throwing baby to 
Red Queen . . . Dean Marias letting 
down her Mary Pickford locks once 
inore . . . the faculty taking stu- 
dent body to the Wonderland where 
every prof is found to be a clown at 

The supremely successful farce 
proved again that Mrs. Shupp can 
wield a pen as well as crack a whip 
over creative potentialities . 
that our beloved pedants can really 
concentrate on that "we're all good 
fellows, really we are" impression. 
Many thanks, dear people, but we 
Isnew it all the time. 

IT HAS been said that the no- 
parking signs scattered profusely 
over the pillars in front of the gar- 
age under the camouflage division 
of Woodland are superfluous. 

Reasons: 1. Anyone who will risk 
life, limb, and recaps to maneuver 
into the place deserves to park there. 

2. Anyone who has anything to 
park with will find a more secluded 

3. That other sign on Woodland 
Road which reads Slow School elim- 
inates all possible necessity for pre- 

Well, now, do you think really — I 
mean . . . 

NO Saturday classes on the 11th. 
It seems that we're celebrating 
something or other with Bernie Arm- 
strong from 9:00 PM to 1:00 AM at 
the Schenley Ballroom. Those are 
pretty late hours for my father. 

Page Foul- 


February 16, 1944 



Library Contest 

Seniors! Once more books to the 
foreground! The Faculty and Stu- 
dent Library Committees for the 
fourth year in succession are spon- 
soring the Senior Personal Library 
Contest when you may submit your 
collections of helpful, diverting and 
inspiring boolts. 

A first prize of ten dollars and a 
second prize of five dollars will be 
awarded the successful contestants 
on Moving-up Day. Entries should 
be made by signing up at the Li- 
brary Desk before March 15 and lists 
of collections to be entered in the 
competition should be in the hands 
of the Librarian by April 17. The 
judging of the contest will take place 
Saturday afternoon, April 22, the 
judges handing down their decisions 
at a tea following their consultation. 
The libraries will be on exhibition 
all the following week. 

Below are the rules governing the 

1. A first prize of ten dollars and a 
second prize of five dollars are 
offered to the Seniors who have 
acquired the best personal libra- 
ries during their college years. 

2. All books shall be the personal 
property of the contestant and 
shall bear bookplates or other 
ownership inscriptions. 

3. Books submitted may be of gen- 
eral interest, or may deal with a 
hobby or special interest of the 
student. However, they should 
form the nucleus of an interesting 
and useful library for future 
years. Titles of a distinctly text- 
book nature shall be excluded. 

4. The judges shall be persons fa- 
miliar with and interested in 
books, but not members of the 
Administration or Faculty. 

5. The libraries shall be judged on 
their evidence of discriminating 
judgment in selecting books. 
Money value shall not have 
weight in the judging. 

6. A minimum of twenty-five vol- 
umes shall constitute a library. 

New Books 


Smith — A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. 
Marquand — So Little Time 
Buck — The Promise 
Flavin — Journey in the Dark 
Lewellyn — None but the Lonely 

Welty — The Wide Net and Other 


Carlson — Under Cover 

Brailsford — Subject India 

Hathaway — The Little Locksmith 

Adamic — My Native Land 

Mears — Year of the Wild Boar; and 

American Woman in Japan 
Santayana — Persons and Places 
St. George — c/o Postmaster 
Shiber — Paris Underground 
Curie — Journey among Warriors 


PCW is happy to welcome to the 
campus ten new Freshmen and sev- 
eral transfers. Most of the girls .are 
from Pittsburgh and have just grad- 
uated from local high schools. All 
but three are day students. 

Alice Kells, Jackie Greene, and 
Mary Groziano all come from Al- 
derdice. Alice received her high 
school diploma last June but at- 
tended Marjory Webster Junior Col- 
lege in Washington, D. C, for one 
semester before entering PCW. While 
at AUderdice she sang in the a 
capella choir. Among her hobbies 
are stamp and record collecting. She 
is planning to be an elementary 
school teacher. Both Jackie and 
Mary were active in dramatics 
and were double-cast in the part 
of Suzie in their Senior Class 
play, The Late Christopher Bean. 
Mary was also vice-president of the 
Dramatic-English Club. She was a 
majorette and likes to practice twirl- 
ing in her spare time. Jackie was a 
reporter for Forward. All three of 
the girls are day students. 

There is another trio among the 
twelve new students — June Davies, 
Elva Braziell, and Janet Thomas of 
South Hills High. June was Presi- 
dent of Student Council, secretary 
of her class and a member of the 
leaders club. She portrayed Aunt 
Helen in the play The Youngest 
Profession. She likes sports, espe- 
cially horseback riding. Elva also 
helped with the production of The 
Youngest Profession. She was on the 
literary stafl: for the high school year 
book. She ■■••'" s also a member of the 
student government association and 
the leaders club besides being presi- 
dent of her home ror^m. The third 
member of the trio, Janet Thomas, 
is the a'hlete of the Toup. She was 
on the basketball team and was a 
member of the Athletic Association. 

Her favorite form of relaxation is 
playing tennis. Her other high school 
activities include belonging to the 
Girl Reserves and writing articles 
for the Sesame. She is majoring in 
history and hopes to teach. 

Anna Hildebrandt and Alice Burns 
are our two transfer students. Anna 
is a graduate of Sugar Creek High 
(continued on page twelve) 


Innocent-looking modern Mata 
Haris mingle menacingly among 
classmates begging for information, 
coaxing, coaxing, knowing that 
"Loose Lips Sink Ships." Have no 
fear. PCW Freshmen, Sophomores, 
and Juniors are revealing nothing. 

And whatsis all about? The play 
contest, of course — when the Juniors 
make their "last stand." 

Everyone's simply popping with 
plans and preparations and the Se- 
niors, not to be left out, are going 
to help the Kims advise the commit- 
tees. Next Thursday in SGA each 
class will draw straws for its own 
special Senior big sister who might 
be Mary Lou Reiber, Helen Smith, 
or Barbara Findley. 

Because of our secret agents who 
have worked night and day piecing 
small remarks together we are now 
able to divulge some valuable infor- 
mation. . . 

Steering the Juniors into home 
port, Peggy Chantler and Louise 
Flood, author-directors, are being 
assisted by Virginia Ricks, technical 
director; Martha Cox, bookjholder; 
Janny Beck, who'll help with props; 
June Collins and Edith Succop, who 
are going to "decorate" the cast. 

Listen closely! The Sophomores, 
those songsters, have a new melody 
for their play written by composer 
Marty Yorkin. Script-writers are 
Joan Harms, Chickie Sawders, Penny 
Myers, Mary Lou Egan. Chickie and 
Joan are co-directors. 

The Freshmen? Here's a juicy bit 
of news. The name of the Freshman 
play is The Male's the Thing. Jane 
Campbell, Ann McClelland, Mary 
Lou Michel, Doris Snyder, Jackie 
Neal, and Angle King collaborated 
as authors, and Mike is their direct- 

Will the crystal ball reveal the 
winner? Who knows? Perhaps 
crossed fingers will help on the 
morning of March 1, 1944. 

February 16, 1944 


Page Five 



Saint Valentine's Day has came 
and went. We wish to make it clear 
that we are genuinely fond of you, 
Saint Valentine, but we have one 
complaint to make. It concerns those 
cardiac-shaped sweets saying "I Love 
You" or "Please Be Mine ' or other 
similar phrases short enough to fit 
on a smallish piece of candy. We 
like the tender sentiments thereon, 
but we do wish you would ask the 
powers in charge to use some flav- 
oring other than five and dime per- 
fumes and nauseous grape. 

Now that we have aired The 
Gripe (or should we say The Grape?) 
we put him to sleep in his orange 
and purple polka-dot bassinette and 
proceed to the Gossip. This time it 
concerns mostly men, but then 
doesn't it always, the above mention- 
ed articles at all times being upper- 
most in our cerebrums, cerebellums, 
medullas and other existing parts oi 
any given brain. 
What This Concerns Mostly 

In our revered Alma Mater, PCM 
(the name has been unofficially 
changed to Pennsylvania College for 
Matrimony) the engagement rate is 
rising. This time Helen Clewer doo'd 
it . . . Mickey McCullough Loh- 
meyer took the final step in the pro- 
cess and said "I do" to Paul. She 
dashed back for exams and then 
dashed back to see the dear boy. 
Room-mate Kelly is looking envious 
. . . Sal Villing now flaunts the Psi 
O pin of a guy that everyone said 
couldn't be lassoed . . . The tele- 
phone lines from New York are 
buzzing, but Coxie won't give in 
. . . Evelyn Knox (that is preced- 
ed by the best degree of all, "Mrs.") 
took her exams early so she could 
spend some time with the husband 
. . . Moi"t, fourth floor invader, 
paid a visit to Ronnie and Georgia 
. . . Maxwell's Jimmy sighted sub 
and sank same . . . Doc McKee's 
man who was reported missing in 
action in Australia has been found, 
so please be compassionate about 
the resulting glow . . . Patsy Speers 
wanted to spend a week-end at Le- 
high so badly that "she weathered a 
trip on the cattle cars that the Penn- 
sylvania Railroad calls Day Coach- 
es .. . 
More of the Same . . . 

DATE . . . Peggy McSwigen wast- 
ed a perfectly good date craning 
her neck to see for a friend (female) 

Whether or not a friend (male) of 
the friend (female) had a date or 
had come stag . . . Alice Craig and 
M. J. Youngling double-dated with 
Ralph's cousin and friend. Where 
is Ralph? (Which Ralph?) ... If 
Portia Geyer looks a bit dewy it's 
because her man is going overseas 

Questions and Answers 

Fran Hilbish went to New York in 
an interesting way . . . Some PCW 
students have been expressing cur- 
iosity as to why the Prom is not be- 
ing held on a Friday night this year. 
The answer is simple. Saturday is the 
one night that the A. S. T. P. boys 
have off . . .A friend of Marion 
Swannie's chose the inopportune 
time of exams to get a furlough. We 
are wandering what the grades will 
be . . . Patty Jaycox was spotted 
in the Di'awing Room with a hand- 
some guy. Later some one asked 
her, "Why isn't that man in the 
service. Is he 4-F?' to which "Joy- 
Box" replied in her own inimitable 
way, "He's my father." . . . Jenks 
is going all the way to Annapolis to 
see Kenny for two hours. Must be 
true love, traveling conditions being 
w'hat they are . . . McFall and 
Speers are Junior Hostesses at the 
Canteen. They have been assigned 
to the game room. Do you s'pose 
they don't know how to dance? Or 
could it be that their charm carries 
better over a pool table? 
These Busy People 

Ruth Perry had to choose be- 
tween exams and a man. She chose 
the former. My, my, Superwoman 
in our midst! . . . Here's a tip for 
those of us who are interested — and 
who isn't? — Jinny Vogt has a w'hole 
regiment of brothers . . . Weezie 
Meyers has been putting The Red 
Dress to work again. This time it 
has her going steady . . . Doris Sis- 
ler is talking of a little cottage with 
green shutters . . . Sue Campbell 
has changed her haunting grounds 
from the telephone booth to the 
mail-box. Her man has departed 
our fair city . . . A. J. Goodwin 
had a welcome few hours with sailor 
Tom . . . Doris Fairfield knows a 
lieutenant with a lot of courage. He 
braved Woodland Hall wolfesses to 
have lunch with her in the dining 
room of our happy, cozy, little home 
. . . Philly is the Mecca lor all Cleo 
Bennett's-^im's there . . . Helen 
Hunter has shot down a trophy — a 
picture of Paul . . . 

(co7itinued on page nine) 


So you're not on a par with eith- 
er Lana Turner or Albert Einstein. 
You're happy, aren't you? You've 
never been classed with Clement 
Wood, and even though your roman- 
tic life has been blighted for a year, 
there's been a character (somewhat 
corroded of course) around every 
once in a while to keep the morale 
from descending to the Republican 
presidential hopes level. All you've 
had to do is stagger onward, from 
class to class, concentrating madly 
on more worldly matters than a re- 
quired chapel or what kind of a 
nightmare the cook had last night 
that's going to be fully reflected in 
the lunch today. No sir, you're hang- 
ing on by every half-developed wis- 
dom tooth you've got, and they 
haven't discovered your Hari-Karied 
corpse wrapped around a Berry hall 
bannister yet. 

Then you see one. You can't, you 
won't believe it, you shriek to your- 
self, clutching the fatal sword in one 
hand and a bannister in the other. 
But that face with the leer keeps 
coming at you. That gnarled finger 
is crooked in a follow-me gesture. 
The body seems normal, but the 
head is definitely Mars — straight out 
of Buck Rogers and your favorite 
Saturday afternoon serial. Well, it 
might be a Mongolian idiot too, on 
second thought. 

Quickly review your life. No 
binges lately. Only drove over 35 
a couple of times — unintentionally. 
Haven't been praying too much late- 
ly, you guess. But you're doing same 
right now, and slowly following the 
creature into her lair. 

Don't you remember this room? 
Of course — Freshman Speech 
wherein you were told regretfully 
that there was absolutely no hope 
for that favorite cleft palate. That's 
you gasping now: And the lair looks 
enchanted. A maze of flourescent 
lights, tables, mirrors, an odd as- 
sortment of chairs, and two score of 
these unearthly souls leaping about 
greet you. 

One looks as if he is burning with 
a bright consumptive flame. Anoth- 
er has enough wrinkles to look like 
a double octogenarian. And that one 
over there — it resembles Rebecca of 
Sunnybrook Farm gone wrong. 
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February 16, 1944 



Have you ever had psoriasis? We 
do not offer a cure. We only wish to 
console you. If you have by chance 
suffered with psoriasis you have at 
least escaped the throes of Sorosis, 

which malady carries with it twinges 
of the most excruciating pain we have 
endured for many a day. 

Looking back into the dim, dense 
past as far as 1903 and 1904, we find 
some fascinating, albeit horrible, lit- 
erary and journalistic gems in a lit- 
tle classic called The Sorosis, a far- 
removed (we hope) progenitor of the 

The class of '04 seems to have been 
composed of gay wenches fond of 
such nicknames as "Goo," "Pet," "Our 
Darling," and Little Carp." The fol- 
lowing items, culled from the write- 
ups of the members of the class and 
reprinted in their entirety, may con- 
tain some profound philosophy or ad- 
vanced literary style. At the mo- 
ment, it eludes us. F'rinstance . . . 

"H. C. T. has the unique distinction 
of being born on the day of her birth, 
August 18. The exact record of the 
year has been lost, but approximately 
it is somewhere in the early part of 
the 16th century. Bradford, Pa., was 
the fortunate town whose population 
was increased by the first 'dropping 
in' of Toma." 

"June 18, 1812, was the auspicious 
date on which our esteemed friend L. 
B. Y. first raised her voice at 4 AM 
and delighted the paternal wigwam. 
She is still shedding peace and good- 
will over the inhabitants of 103 Dal- 
las Avenue. Casey, Lidie, Brigham, 
and Love are a few of her appella- 

P. S. — Did anyone ever notice her 
hectic flush?" 

Honest, kids, we aren't kidding — 
what we want to know is — were 
they? And may God help us if 
either of these two collegiennes turns 
out to be Somebody's Mother. 

We deduced that the editors of the 
popular Exchange Columns of the 
day amused themselves by trading 
destructive criticisms back and forth. 
The Sorosis ed chides, 

"The Allegheny Monthly is unusu- 
ally good this month, but. where is 
your exchange department? A per- 
sonal department and a few jokes 
would add materially to your maga- 

"Is not the Vail Deaue Budget 
rather small for the price?" 

"We admire the Mirror for three 
things: its cover, its 'Message to Gar- 
cia' spirit, and its exchange column." 

Bet that settled one editor's hash! 

Sorosis selection of feature 

is particularly appealing. 

subjects: "Browning's View 

True Life of Man," "The 

of Horton and the Poems of 

and "Shakespeare's Inat- 

to the Denouement of Mac- 

of the 

Charming feature — or should we 
say specialty — of the publication was 
its editorials. There's the sharply 
pointed one which sets out to dis- 
cuss thievery and logically proceeds 
to a discussion of the merits of being 
prompt. Then there's the issue in 
which the editor gazes back fondly to 
Civil War days as "years that were 
the golden age of higher education 
for women. There was more gen- 
eral interest and enthusiasm than 
now. This enthusiasm showed itself 
in various ways which are now inter- 
esting to recall." What — the ap- 
proach of cynicism in '04? 

Moving on to the year 1914 one 
finds another staff writer comment- 
ing, still obtusely, on her return from 
Christmas vacation. "This vacation 
was a happy and busy one for all the 
Seniors. Now we are all back to 
work. What with psychology papers, 
reviews, tests, and "Billy" Sunday, 
we shall be busy for some time to 

Well, I should say! 

Here's a spicy bit inserted in the 
Personal column: " 'The more emo- 
tional you are, the sooner you will 
'hit the trail,' says one learned 
Senior." Didn't know Seniors knew 
about such things in those days. An- 
other item: "Alas, alack, some more 
of the furniture in the Senior Den has 
gone to wrack." Horseplay in hoop- 

Perhaps the general tone of compli- 
ments in this age of gentlewomen 
differed from the present — at any 
rate, every one seems to have patted 
everybody else on the back trying to 
find a soft spot to sink the knife. The 
yearbook issue of the Sorosis is 
crammed with choice bits to show 
the children — imagine letting the off- 
spring know that while in college 
you were known as the "most belli- 
gerent," "slowest," "most literal," or 
'latest." Imagine finding this squib 
under your Pennsylvanian picture — 
"It takes a wise man to play the part 
of a fool." One poor soul was brand- 
(continued on page eight) 


(continued from page five) 

Your glazed eye settles restfully 
on one of the tables, and there lies 
the clue. An innocent looking box 
tenderly labeled, "Make-Up Kit." So 
Max Factor is the dog, and this is 
what he has done to your dear as- 
sociates. They're peering into the 
mirrors with delighted grins, smear- 
ing away, digging orange sticks into 
their eyes in an effort to draw thin 
lines of age. Their hands look to you 
like an advanced case of leprosy — 
blue index finger, brown middle 
finger, and red ring finger. A sys- 
tem of some sort, you think, as one 
of them applies the index finger to 
her cheek. The result resembles 
acute Cyanosis. 

It's no white collar job either you 
decide, inspecting the begrimed shirt 
sticking out of mother's favorite 
apron. And those bedraggled ker- 
chiefs certainly don't keep any blond 
from having a chestnut fringe around 
her angelic head. 

Now they're leaping onto the 
stage and a weird light is being fo- 
cused on the victim. You stand there 
expressing your own manifestation 
of lightning-striking-twice on your 
simple crown. Those horrible fiends 
look human, and what's more, like 
all different kinds of humans, from 
grandmother down to little sister 
Phronsie. "It is true," you shout, 
recovering your equilibrium and 
kneeling down to praise Allah to the 
genius of the group and their own 
Aladdin's lamp — the Kims. 

And just what have you been 
silently waging the Thirty Year's 
War with Chaucer for? For one cleft 
palate. Even you have to admit it. 
The Speech Majors have all the fun. 

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February 16, 1944 


Page Seven 


Prom Fashions 

Let's suppose you have a date and 
a ticket and all the other incidentals 
well in hand, and now the question 
is: "What shall I wear to the prom?" 
As far as a little quiet census tak- 
ing was able to determine, most of 
the dresses will be "slinky, not 
sweet." A little more questioning 
unearthed a PCW girl's definition of 
slinky: something straight and slim, 
with a well-fitted bodice and no 
sleeves, a bare back and very little 

As far as color goes, anything does. 
Black, white and red are the favor- 
ites, but dark green and pale pink 
are the choice of a few. If this is 
what you want, here are a few sug- 

There is one particularly lovely 
dress in red silk jersey with a low V 
neckline and a single halter strap 
that should look very well on some- 
one tall and rather slim. The only 
trimming on the dress is a thin 
feather design of gold sequins around 
the hips and up one side of the hal- 
ter strap. Now with a gardenia in 
your hair . . . ! 

Another which is a favorite of the 
shorter sisters is a black strapless 
dress — paneled taffeta — which gives 
a delicious illusion of height and 
stateliness. A wide band of pale 


East Liberty 


green velvet along the top and the 
very bottom of the skirt are the only 
touches of color. This combination 
looks best on someone with brown 
hair and creamy skin. As for the 
flowers, request a pale pink camelia 
for the back of your George Wash- 
ington hair-do. Add a touch of Tabu 
perfume and there you are. 

For those of you with lovely legs, 
there is a black satin and net ballet 
length evening dress. The top is of 
plain black satin, low necked and 
backless, with tiny cap sleeves of 
net. The skirt is very full — three 
layers of net — and ends about three 
inches above the ankle. A black vel- 
vet band around your hair with one 
tiny rhinestone clip, no earrings, and 
long black gloves with a narrow 
rhinestone bracelet should be all the 
accessories you will need. If you 
want flowers, ask for a wrist cor- 
sage of tiny rosebuds to wear in 
place of the bracelet. 

For those of you who feel that, in 
spite of the trend of the times, a 
fluffy dress is more becoming, there 
is a lovely white net one in one of 
the downtown stores, with yards and 
yards of waltzing skirt and two slim 
rhinestone bands for shoulder straps. 
The waist is low, and gives a quaint, 
old-fashioned air to the dress. With 
this, an orchid in your hair would be 

Then, along more sophisticated 
lines, there is a severe black velvet 
gown with a low round neckline and 
long sleeves ending in tiny lace frills 
at the wrist. The dress is fitted, with 
a regal, sweeping skirt, and a single 
gardenia at the waist would be the 
best solution to your flower problem. 

If the tea dance materializes, trot 
out your gayest afternoon dress and 
the tiniest, most bewitching hat you 
can find. Add a sequin here and 
there to the veil, and you will look 
your loveliest. M. L. E. 



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This is a column where PCW 
angels fear to trade — their white ele- 
phants seem to be household pets. 
But we must carry on! Our aim is to 
make this swapper's paradise an 
Arrow institution. Trade-ition is our 

Swap I — two Beethoven Concertos 
(Numbers one and five) for the pi- 
ano. Play them yourself — turn on 
the old metronome — turn off Lowell 
Thomas — settle yourself for a quiet 
evening with the note. Guaranteed 
results. Willing to exchange for 
copy of Peter and the Wolf. Will 
also settle lor Peter, the wolf, in 
time for the Junior Prom. See P. 

Swap n — one room-mate with type- 
writer — noisy Beeman's Pepsin 
chewing gum, steam engine whispers, 
machine gun giggle, cast iron bed- 
room slippers and other obnoxious 
qualities, for one room-mate, meek 
and mousey (perpetual larngytis in- 
cluded) who will observe all rules 
and silentations of quiet hours. See 
M. Cox. 

Swap m — Complete set of rules of 
"Ring around the bathtub" — and 
"Spot in the morning, grease in the 
evening" for one scrub brush. See 
bathless Josephines of third floor, 
Mellon Hall. 

Swap IV — eight evening dresses 
(sizes nine to twelve) of all shapes 
and shades. In excellent condisch. 
They have those mothball blues since 
owner joined the carry-the-torch- 
for-an-overseas soldier club. Wear a 
dress that hooked a husband! Will- 
ing to trade for cash to add to sav- 
ings of 98 10/5% of army allotment 
for post-duration. See A. M. Tur- 

Swap V — All leftovers from stop- 
overs in Queen's Row. Including 
Robert pins, ticket stubbs, pencil 
stubbs, cigarette stubbs, knitting 
needles, record needles, porcupine 
needles, statistics blanks, income-tax 
blanks, blue-book blanks, funny pa- 
pers, pen points, joke points, finger- 
nail points and all points west. Will 
trade for one gallon of condensed 
noontime air or one oversized rub- 
bish barrel. 

See the Queen Bees, Woodland Hall. 
Swap VI — Our blood, sweat (pers- 
piration) and tears for a swap item 
given in simple faith, hope and char- 
ity. Keep our column going! Don't 
be a traitor — be a trader and restore 
our faith in the bartering instincts 
of American womanhood. 

Page Eight 


February 16, 1944 


Growing (?) Pains 

(continued from page six) 
ed with the single comment, "Yet led 
astray by Cupid's soft delight." Ai, 
yi, yi! 

It's this same class that produced a 
play called "The Girls of 1776," about 
which the historian commented, 
"The keynote of our play was to be 
originality, and such it surely was. 
Who ever heard of any other class 
producing an actress who becomes so 
absorbed in her part that she put on 
her beautiful ball gown and forgot 
to take off the overshoes she had 
worn over from the other house? 
Another of our stars appeared with 
the customer's slip marked 'Barbara' 
still pinned on a very prominent part 
of her dress. We hated shams and 
subterfuges, so no one minded when 
the paper stuffing began to fall out 
of the tops of the leading man's boots 
— and when, at a critical juncture, a 
letter, which was supposed to be torn 
up and thrown on the floor, had been 
forgotten, we went through the mo- 
tions anyhow, and our audience was 
sufficiently broad-minded to appre- 
ciate our adaptability. When we for- 
got our lines we insisted upon taking 
the audience into our confidence by 
demanding in a stage whisper, 'What 
comes next?' " 

We'd suggest a nice, quick curtain. 

Said historian seems to have had a 
rather morbid nature; her class his- 
tory is composed of recollections of 
all the fiascos, social and otherwise, 
suffered by the class during its four 
years. She recalls a tea in which the 
refreshments arrived at 11:15 PM — 
"Our poor committee felt that they 
were disgraced for life and have 
never quite forgotten it." Then at 
May Day, "Some of us were to rep- 
resent Roman maidens playing ball, 
but, at the critical moment" — (at the 
sound of the umpire's Play Ball, we 
presume) — "we found that we had 
forgotten the balls, so, resourceful as 
ever, we danced out, posed grace- 
fully for a few seconds, danced back 
again, and the day was saved." Was 
it worth saving, at that point? 

The Sophomore year seems to have 
been largely occupied with a feud 
with the Fi'eshmen, and they spent 
their spare hours capturing and re- 
capturing a soft couch from the 
Freshman Den. After relating the 
Sophomore strategy in detail, she 
concludes, "So ended the eventful 
history of the Fershman couch. Since 
then life has been prosaic in the ex- 
treme." Our sentiments exactly. 

"Our Junior party," she glumly 
recalls, "was a Ladies' Home Journal 
party, and probably the less said 
about it the better, for it was a bad 
night and very few people came." 
The Senior year was little better. 
All the girls looked perfectly awful 
in their academic robes, the paint fell 
off the walls of the Senior Den, 
everyone developed "Eaglesmeritis" 
and formed "chocolate-coated memor- 
ies," and somebody probably flubbed 
Commencement. She manages to 
strike an epic note of pessimism at 
the end — "Perhaps the worst is yet 
to come." 

Business picked up a little in 1915 
— highlight of scholastic events was 
the announcement that "Miss Hol- 
comb will teach philosophy, and 
Faust and Shakespeare will be of- 
fered." For free? 

Because we have a soft spot in our 
hearts for the writing classes, we 
pass on these little hints for short 
story titles: "If the Truth Were 
Known," "The Inner Man," and "A 
Country Doctor's Christmas Day." 
Or, if you prefer, take "The Indis- 
cretions of Grandmother." First line: 
"I had been cracking walnuts under 
the eaves in Grandmother's wash- 
house on this particular afternoon." 
There, now — go where you will. 

And may the troubled soul of the 
Sorosis ed sleep in peace. 

Add Poem . . . 

. . . from the Sorosis. The 1903 
editor had the grace to apologize for 
this by saying, "The following com- 
position was found on the editor's 
desk the other morning, signed 

"I stood upon the shore. 
And with a reed upon the sand I 

'Helen, I love thee!' 
A wave came and washed out the 

fair impression, 
O, cruel wave, frail reed, and 

treacherous sand, 
I'll trust thee no more, but with a 

high and mighty hand 
I'll pluclv from Norway's topmost 

height, her tallest pine, 
Dip its top deep into the crater of 

And upon the high and varnished 

heaven, I'll write, 
'Helen, I love thee!' 
And I'd like to see any old wave 
wash that out." 

Major Reasons 

"Why are you majoring in his- 
tory?" At least once a week I an- 
swer that question. I didn't decide 
in that last minute rush before my 
Junior year. I always had planned 
to major in history and I'm glad it's 
my field. 

History is not all dates and bat- 
tles and dynasties. It's a story about 
real people as interesting as any fic- 
tion that was ever written. There is 
a thread of romance in history that 
appeals to the emotion and a thread 
of fact that appeals to those who love 
detail. It isn't dull or dry as so 
many college students think. In- 
stead it is vital and compelling. 

History is one of the widest fields 
of study. It embraces every phase 
of culture: art, literature, religion, 
philosophy, and even music. In some 
phase history should interest every- 

It is a study of people through the 
ages. The greatest personalities of 
the world, not just rulers but the 
common man, are revealed in its an- 
nals. Their lives and times come to 
life before your eyes as do their 
achievements and failures. 

But history is not just a study of 
the past; it also deals with the pres- 
ent and future. Present day happen- 
ings in the world are making history 
and we can watch it being made. We 
are living through an eventful time 
and a study of the past can help us 
to understand the present and the 
events which lie ahead. History 
enables us to realize the mistakes 
of governments in the past and to try 
to correct them in the future. 

Thus I feel that history is essen- 
tial not just to a history major but 
as a field of study for every girl. It 
is important to have had at least 
one history course in college to stim- 
ulate thinking on current affairs and 
to broaden views of the past. 

In fact the more history you have, 
the more interesting it becomes. Yes, 
history is fun. That's another rea- 
son I choose it as my major. 

Call us HA. 6000 

We Deliver 

Next to Manor Theater 


February 16, 1944 


Page Nine 


Here and There 

(continued from page five) 
Frosh Fare 

This love business comes not only 
'to upperclassmen. The new Fresh- 
men are getting their share. Jackie 
Greene has a ring from Franklin 
and Marshall academy. Elva Braziell 
knows a man who believes in tele- 
phones even if he is fur, fur away. 
The hitch is that she never manages 
to be at home to receive same. We 
do hope the poor boy calls Person 
to Person . . Ask Josie Wagner 
and she will tell you that it's worth 
waiting nine long months if the 
termination of the stated period of 
time sees the homecoming of a fav- 
ored Air Cadet . . . Marge Evans 
is getting in with the Family while 
Jack languishes on the West Coast 
— really keeping up the Home 
Front . . . Phi Gam House parties 
are improved by the teaming up of 
La Verne Lowar and Ray . . . Helen 
Allen attended the President's Ball. 
She held hands with her Coast 
Guard and shook hands with Red 
Skelton and Walter Pidgeon. In 
which lay Ye Olde Thrille? ... On 
again. Off again. On again. The 
state of being "On" applies to Russ' 
pin say our latest communiques from 
the Ginny Ramsay front ... if 
you notice a slight drawl in the 
speech of the Kennedy sisters, be 
understanding, all you Speech Ma- 
jors. They had a dinner party lor 
five aid cadets, all from the Deep 
South . . . Norma Trozzo will be 
doing a lot of Hitting the Books this 
semester^ we thinks (that editorial 
"we" is a bit awkward at times). 
Her man is leaving for the Air Corps 
soon . . . Ann Turnock has this 



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husband policy down pat. Appart- 
ently little terms of endearment come 
so trippingly to her tongue that she 
applies them to male faculty inem- 
bers — as of February 9. The result- 
ing confusion was terrific. 
What This Concerns Leastly 

Leastly and lastly it concerns 
Women. Marylou Burkhart is tak- 
ing this Economics major serious- 
ly. She is thinking of accepting the 
nomination for first woman presi- 
dent. Of the U. S. A.? . . . Doodle 
Letsche and Sue Funk are deserting 
our verdant campus for greener and 
verdanter fields, namely those of the 
Spars . . . Alice Lee Gardener and 
Evlyn Fulton went to New York. 
The Stork Club and Times Square 
were deserted for the Bowery ... 
Glad to see Anna Mae Lewis back 
again . . . This item belongs to 
Flood's swap column, but we heard 
it first. The in-mates of "Peaceful 
Haven," known also as the second- 
floor wing, want to swap their beau- 
tiful souls for a little beauty. 

Girls, when you set up house- 
keeping apres la guerre, and you 
want a really clever and gracelul 
maid to serve your dinners and en- 
hance their staid, dignified charm, 
look up an old school-mate named 
Ohna Harkless. You will be thor- 
oughly satisfied with your newly- 
hired menial, providing your idea of 
dignity is one dropped tray, one ex- 
ploded glass, one floor full of food 
and two gory knees full of pieces of 
the glasses that you bought because 
they were guaranteed not to cut hu- 
man flesh. 
Class Chat 

You must all admit that J. DeHav- 
en is a genius. The dear child had 
one semester of French and passed 
the reading test. She explains this 
phenomenon by saying that she just 
had to graduate . . . Betty McCrory 
and Tish Heston have become Flor- 
ence Nightmares at Allegheny Gen- 
eral Hospitals — Nightmares - in - 
Training, that is . . . We are con- 
ducting a poll. Would you say that 
M. Selleck has been out in the sun 
a lot? Or do you think ...?... 
L. Flood breezed into Speech Cor- 
rection class babbling in her usual 
way. The teacher drew one of her 
earnest pupils aside to tell her that 
that poor uneducated child's speech 
was exactly what she meant by tune- 
less . . . And now chillun, we leave 
you with this little motto picked up 
from the literary efforts of Archie: 
"Toujours gai, kid, toujours gai." 

Two Journeys: ^ Review 

Eve Curie and Wendell Willkie 
both took a trip to see the Allied 
world at war. They wanted to see 
its battle fronts, its leaders, and its 
people. Both visited almost the 
identical places and spoke with 
prominent political and military fig- 
ures. Both were greatly impressed 
by what they saw and heard and 
after their return to the United 
States, wrote an account of their 
travels. Journey Among Warriors 
and One World are strikingly similar 
in purpose and outlook. Moreover, 
I found that one book serves as a 
supplement to the other — where one 
is weak, the other is strong. 

Miss Curie left for North Africa 
on November 10, 1941, while the 
United States was still at peace. She 
visited the British troops under 
General Sir Harold Auchenleck 
while they still played the desperate 
tug of war with Rommei on the 
Libyan desert. She visited Russia to 
study Communism at first hand, to 
see how it worked and why it work- 
ed. From Russia she flew to Cal- 
cutta, then through Burma where 
the British forces were steadily be- 
ing pushed back by the Japs. In 
Free China she marveled at the work 
and courage of the Chinese people. 
In addition to her talks with the 
Generalissimo and his wife, she vis- 
ited the Communist elements to bet- 
ter understand the political difficul- 
ties in China. Her interview with 
General Chennault of the Flying 
Tigers concluded her work there and 
she returned again to Calcutta just 
as Sir Stafford Cripps was arriving 
from Great Britain to submit a plan 
for settlement of the Indian ques- 
tion. She set to work to discuss the 
situation with the leaders of the 
Mohammedan and Hindu groups as 
well as those of the British govern- 
ment. She asked Ghandi and Nehru 
questions that any patriotic citizen 
would have asked who is intent on 
winning the war. On her return trip 
through Africa she found the United 
States had lost little time in giving 
aid, both in material and men, since 
her entry into the war. She found 
that America had shaken off her 
drowsy sleep and was beginning to 
get things done. 

Mr. Willkie followed the same 
route. He too visited North Africa, 
Russia and China, but with this dif- 
ference — his trip began approximate- 
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Page Ten 


February 16, 1944 


Blue Room 

The roaring twenties — this was an 
age of songs, laughter, and exalted 
gaiety, an age in which women were 
idealized for their slat-like figures 
and men for their jingling pocltets 
and checked suits. The new chug- 
ging automobiles and the old horse 
and buggy were competitors on the 
same road. Women were claiming 
their rights in the world and edu- 
cation for them was made more of a 
universal. And all this time PCW 
was slowly thriving, receiving wom- 
en who aspired to higher things than 
catching a man. 

The passing of twenty years has 
seen the addition of new ibuildings — 
monuments of learning. But, in the 
basement of the dormitory a little 
room exists that cannot be dubbed 
a part of these monuments — the 

Standing outside it, listening to 
the noise from within, reminds one 
faintly of the twenties; once inside 
it "reeks" of that era's memories. A 
haze of beautiful blue gray fills the 
air, and through this is seen a maze 
of faces and figures — all, of course, 
female. Held sacred by everyone in 
the room is that 165 calories worth 
of energy, the Coke, the game called 
Bridge, and the little piece of white 
paper rolled around tobacco, the 

Last year the room was a sad 
sight. Not that it wasn't used, an 
unthinkable thing, but it lacked the 
higher qualities that a room of its 
kind should have. The cards, scarce, 
dirty, and mangled, were scattered 
over dusty card tables, ashes were 
flicked on the plain cement floor, 
ashtrays were piled high with cig- 
arette butts, and the old lumpy 
couch sagging in the middle was cov- 
ered with a usually crusty cover. 

But it's under a new management 
this year. Captain Selleck, heading 
the group, has drafted the smokers 
to clean it up. Now this "blue room" 
of Woodland Hall holds its own 
among the more notable rooms of 
the school. New chairs and a newly 
painted floor have rejuvenated it, 
and flowered drapes are soon to fol- 
low. The dozer's nightmare, the 
cou->i. has been re-covered and a 
generous contributor added ten new 
decks nt cards. No longer is its 
floor chief collector of ashes, for 
the job has been given to ashtrays — 

ashtrays, emptied regularly by the 
"girl of the week." 

The chief occupants this year have 
replaced the air of solemnity that 
the Seniors left last year with that 
of the "roaring forties" — so called 
because of the popularity of singing 
school songs, fraternity songs, popu- 
lar songs, and occasionally — but very 
occasionally, dear reader — a few 
"others." The new method of bridge 
playing slightly resembles the pea 
and shell trick popular in the twen- 
ties. Bridge games are hotly con- 
tested, often ending in yelling due to 
a little element of trickery that is 
being introduced. 

Just as the curtain fell on the 
twenties with all its gaiety, so will 
it fall on the smoker this year, but 
memories will cling about the smok- 
er as the place where gaiety and 
laughter were found that relieved 
taut nerves from worries and 
studies, just as memories of the roar- 
ing twenties did. 

Two Journeys 

(continued from page nine) 

ly five months after Miss Curie's re- 
turn to the United States. He left 
August 26, 1942, just at the time 
when the whole world expected the 
fall of Alexandria. His was the first 
official announcement to the press 
that Montgomery had stopped the 
Nazi forces and that Egypt was sav- 
ed. Unlike Miss Curie, he visited 
Turkey, a neutral nation that will 
play a very helpful or harmful part 
in the battle between the Allies and 
the Axis. His trip to Russia was 
high-lighted by a talk with Premier 
Stalin himself. From Russia he en- 
tered through the back door the Re- 
public of China. I was interested to 
find that it was through his sugges- 
tion that Madame Chiang Kaishek 
made her recent tour of the United 
States. From China he continued 
west, across Siberia, the Pacific 

Ocean, Alaska, and back again to 
the states. 

There is no doubt in my mind 
that Miss Curie had decided advan- 
tages over Mr. Willkie. First, the 
time element. Her trip lasted five 
months; Mr. Willkie's lasted only 
forty-nine days. This meant that 
she had more opportunity to speak 
with and observe the common people 
as well as the important political and 
military leaders. Mr. Willkie's time 
was limited. Where he was to go 
and what he was to see was careful- 
ly planned beforehand and only a 
certain amount of time could be al- 
loted to each stop. 

Secondly, Miss Curie's linguistic 
ability also proved a great asset. 
She speaks English, French, and 
Polish fiuently and although she had 
to have an interpreter at times, her 
smattering of Pijin Russian proved 
valuable in her interviews with Rus- 
sian soldiers and peasants. Mr. 
Willkie needed an interpreter dur- 
ing most of his trip. j 

Thirdly, the factor of personal || 
prestige. Miss Curie is a French- 
woman with a reputation established 
by her writings — especially the bi- 
ography of her mother, the world 
famous and beloved Marie Curie. 
This fact, in addition to her own 
personal charm and intelligence, 
made her welcome wherever she 
went. Qualified as a war correspond- 
ent, she had little difficulty obtain- 
ing permission to visit the war cen- 
ters she desired. There was, how- 
ever, little or no attempt to impress 
her. She was atile to go her way 
without attracting too much atten- 
tion and she saw things as they ac- 
tually were progressing — for better 
or for worse. Mr. Willkie, on the 
other hand, is an American, the 
defeated republican candidate for 
president of the United States, still 
prominent in the public eye and 
sent with certain orders by the 
President himself. It was obvious 
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he instrumental in forming public 
opinion and a man important enough 
to get results. Wherever he went, he 
was met by men eager to show him 
only those thnigs which would lead 
him to think as they did. His visit to 
Turkey was looked upon as a defi- 
nite attempt to bolster relations be- 
tween that country and the United 
Nations, but he was asked specifical- 
ly by the President not to visit India 
because his presence might suggest 
interference by the United States in 
a strictly British problem. I am sure 
that Mr. Willkie was aware of these 
limitations and I sincerely believe 
that he made a success of his trip in 
spite of them. He was observant and 
alert. He asked questions that were 
foremost in the minds of all Ameri- 
cans and he asked them in the direct. 
frank. American way. 

Journey Among Warriors is much 
longer and more complete than One 
world. It is a book full of stimulat- 
ing discussions and explanations. It 
is written accurately and objectively 
and with a certain feminine touch 
that is truly refreshing after reading 
so many rough and tough accounts 
by members of the opposite sex. 
Eve Curie is a sensitive woman, 
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give to the reader the same common 
spirit of unity and understanding 
that she herself possesses. She is, 
however, a Frenchwoman and al- 
though she advocates certain steps 
necessary for an Allied victory, she 
is a little wary of telling the Ameri- 
cans in hard-boiled language just 
what exactly is the matter with 
them. Her greatest strength is in 
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Mentor Center 

Now I don't take Calisthenics ex- 
actly, but I've managed to have seen 
quite a few classes. The first few 
lessons were easy enough — even I 
could do those and still not puff. But 
then came this thing called co-ordi- 
nation — for the improvement of mind 
and muscle relation. "Clap under the 
knee, behind the back, and over the 
head. "Just add a little hop to this," 
she said. Well, you can imagine the 
confusion and laughs as the class 
started off its teacher to match. Some 
looked troubled and some aghast, for 
this was one exercise they just 
couldn't get past. Now if you hear 
the girls practicing in the dorm, go 
easy, for next week they really have 
to perform. 

It was an Army officer who came in 
for inspection and after the period he 
said, "Well, I've just about seen per- 
fection." A "wreck from body-build- 
ing class" was one Senior's claim. 
But Betsy has a sense of humor and 
knows that Physical Fitness is still 
our aim. 

— Miss Machlachlan 





The bouncing ball Bettys of 
PCWhoops are giving their all these 
days. A smacking good time is being 
had at these leap-month Wednesday 
afternoon volleyball sessions. The 
Sophomores managed to edge out the 
Juniors two points worth in the first 
game of the season in spite of the 
valiant slugging of the '45ers. The 
much-depleted Senior team lost by 
six points to a Frosh setup complete 
with substitutes. Sad sight: the 
Seniors in mussed skirts and baggy 
slacks facing a baby regiment of 
snappy shorts — uniformed Freshmen. 
But cheer up, chirps, the best is yet 
to come! Soon the champion team 
will meet the Faculty face to face 
across the net. Come that time the 
lucky class winners will have their 
one and only chance to test their 
strength and endurance against the 
professorial department — a true vol- 
ley of decision. 

Incidental-like, goodminton, bad- 
minton, and indifferentminton are be- 
ing displayed these days in the cur- 
rent tournament. The shuttlecock 
has not yet chowed the name of the 
winner, for the battle-dore is still on. 
Results later. 

Manager H. Smith is smudging the 
dates on her calendar until February 
21. It is then that the Seniors plan 
to put all their eggs in the basket 
come willy-nilly. The Senior bas- 
ketball team is suffering from ath- 
lete's kick because of certain gaps in 
their ranks depuis mid-year gradua- 
tion. But the leftovers in their midst 
bounce a mean dribble and will most 
likely have a number of good points 
in their favor. 

Ye Gods! These heads! Anyway — 
AA actives, optimistic innocents that 
they are, are dreaming of a White 
Saturday; they have been making 
with the plans for their annual Win- 
ter Carnival. We hope, with all four 
shoelaces tied, for the white stuff 
from the clouds on a Saturday in the 
very near future. But just in case, 
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Not having anything else to do to 
ease his boredom, and being out of 
cigarettes, Mr. Whitcomb Caxcomb 
opened his penknife to slice his fing- 

"Damn!" he said half aloud, "I'd 
forgotten I'd already bitten my nails 
to the quick." 

"Don't swear, Whitcomb," said his 
wife who was rolling in wealth and 
excess avoirdupois, "I'm trying to 
count my poinsetta seeds." 

Whitcomb Caxcomb plunged his 
pen knife into Mrs. Whitcomb Cax- 
comb, who immediately departed this 

"All in a day's work," he chuckled, 
"Thank the Lord, I won't have to 
spend the rest of the evening doing 
double-acrostics. There's work to be 

The immediate problem was the 
disposal of the body. In a flash, 
Whitcomb thought of the trash can 
in the park with the big, bold letters; 
"Dispose Rubbish Here." 

"What a thrill for the street clean- 
ers, ' he mused, "to find dear, fat Lol- 
la amongst the Beeman's Pepsin 
chewing gum wrappers. What a 
bright spot, what a gleam, in the dull 
monotones of their lives!" 

So Whitcomb put LoUa in the 
dumb waiter and took the esclator 
himself. He beat Lolla to the first 

"First floor," he said, "shoes, cig- 
arettes, candies, gifts, ladies' under- 
garments!" Lolla did not answer even 
to inquire if bathbrushes were on 
this floor. 

Whitcomb summoned the door- 
man who arrived with all gold but- 
tons except one on his collar. The 
doorman had risen to the rank of 
Lieutenant, Junior Grade. 

"Is there something you wish, sir?" 
said the doorman cracking the dou- 
ble-joints in his toes. 

"Yes," said Whitcomb, "would you 
please help me carry my wife's body 
to the rubbish barrel in the park?" 
"Certainly, Sir," said the doorman 
pulling on his kid gloves. "Do you 
wish me to use the fireman's carry or 
a half-nelson?" 

"Suit yourself," said Whitcomb 
Caxcomb as they approached Mrs. 
Whitcomb Caxcomb who was flung 
carelessly over a marble spitoon. 

"Inert sort of woman, isn't she?" 
said the doorman. "Did you kill her, 
Mr. Caxcomb, Sir?" he asked po- 

"Yes," said Whitcomb, "with my 
Boy Scout penknife." 

The doorman looked thoughtful 
for a few minutes. At least he spoke: 
"With the corkscrew or the bottle 

"Neither," Whitcomb replied, "she 
used to be the pillar of the W. C. 
T. U. — I used the main blade. 

When the street cleaner found 
Lolla in the rubbish barrel beneath 
Beeman's Pepsin Chewing gum 
wrappers, he ran home and wrote a 
boolv entitled Make Streetcleaning 
Your Career. He converted thous- 
ands of young American manhood 
and made a million dollars. 

Meanwhile Mr. Whitcomb Cax- 
comb found himself in the deathrow 
at Sing Sing. "Ah well," he smiled 
to himself, "all in a day's work!" He 
ate his last meal of hors-d'oeuvres, 
chicken a la king, mashed potatoes, 
peas, tossed salad, tutti-fruiti ice- 
cream and chocolate milk. He fed 
the olive seeds to his chiuaha, Mary 

As Whitcomb was led to the little 
green door of the death chamber, he 
saw four newspaper men with ticket 
stubs in their hats. "Let me see your 
stubs please,'' said Whitcomb. "Your 
places are in section five, row M, 
seats 108, 109, 110." 

"What about me?" asked the fourth 

"You haven't paid the amusement 
tax," said Whitcomb. 

"Oh, heck!" said the reporter who 
ran to the ticket office in the outer 

At the last miute the execution was 
called off by the governor. It was 
discovered that Mrs. Whitcomb had 
been an enemy of the state. She had 
a violation of two and a half minutes 
on a parking meter. 

So Whitcomb went back home and 
spent the rest of his days cleaning his 
penknife and working double-acros- 
tics. He died of boredom. 


. (continued from page four) 

School in Franklin, Pennsylvania. 
She attended Pitt last semester. She 
played basketball, volleyball, and 
Softball in high school. She likes 
sports and reading for relaxation. 
Anna is a chemistry major and is 
planning to work in a chemical 
library wtoen she completes her 

course at PCW. Alice transferred 
from Dennison University in Gran- 
ville, Ohio. She is an alumna of 
Shaler High. Music is to be her 
vocation and avocation. She has 
belonged to choral groups in both 
high school and college and hopes to 
join the glee club here. 

Betty Weld comes to us from 
Schenley High School's February 
graduating class. She is taking 
chemistry with the idea of becom- 
ing a laboratory technician. She 
sang in the a capella choir at Schen- 
ley High and was chairman of the 
property committee for the Senior 
play which was Kitty Foyle. 

Joan Werner is a recent graduate 
of Carrick High School. She was 
associate editor of the high school 
annual, played Christine in the class 
play. Once and for All, said was a 
member of the leaders club. She 
enjoys a good game of golf now and 

Another one of the dorm students 
is Joyce White who was graduated 
from Butler High School last month. 
She said she has never had a chance 
to take part in many school activi- 
ties because she moved too often. 
She is interested in music and art. 

Lois Ann Zellers is the only out- 
of-stater among the new Freshmen. 
She hails from Columbiana, Ohio, 
which is near Youngstown. She par- 
ticipated in a great variety of ac- 
tivities at Columbiana High School. 
Lois sang with the glee club, played 
in the orchestra, had parts in the 
class plays, was a cheerleader, and 
a drum majorette. She was also a 
member of Gamma Rho. One of her 
hobbies is collecting charms for her 
bracelet. She is going to be a bac- 

The Junior class receives transfer 
Bertha Bergman from Virginia Poly- 
tech, Sophomores Ann Lee Alexan- 
der, Becky FeUows, and Senior An- 
na Mae Devlin Lewis are back with 
us again, and Nancy Doerr and Jane 
Humphreys have returned for the 
last lap of their five-year nursing 


Lives of great men oft remind us, 
As through life our footsteps turn, 
That we oftimes leave behind us 
Letters that we ought to burn. 

February 16, 1944 


Page Thirteen 


REJECTION by Evelyn Knox '44 

Near the headquarters of a small 
ranch, deep in the plains country, 
stood a Mexican woman holding a 
child. She was gazing meditatively at 
a small, square house, obviously emp- 
ty, which rested on squat wooden 
blocks. It was ugly, she thought, 
and probably full of roaches — but 
then, all the other houses had been 
that way, too. Besides, this one was 
painted. It was white and had a 
barn-red roof. Goats grazed a few 
yards away, and in the distance a 
herd of horses meandered across the 
pasture towards a tanli. 

The baby in her arms closed and 
unclosed its tiny fingers uncertainly 
and went on sleeping. Quinita watch- 
ed her quietly, smoothed the fine, 
darli hair, and pulled the worn 
blanliet more tightly around her. 
Anxiously, she loolied up the hard, 
flat road, hoping to see Pablo. 

Finally, she shifted the inert 
weight from one arm to the other, 
sigiiing softly, and turned towards 
the house. A hydrant angled out of 
a muddy spot near the uncovered 
porch, and a twisted mesquite tree 
on the other side stood quite still in 
the cold sunshine. 

Quinta tried the door, found it un- 
locked, and went in. Suddenly a 
rat rustled in the corner. She gasp- 
ed and stepped back. 

"Whazza matter?" piped a young 
voice behind her, and she turned 
•quickly, swinging her bulky load to 
one side. "Whadda you doin' in 
there? Huh? Answer me!" 

"Oh, nothing . . . believe me, 
chico," Quinita was no longer 
frightened, lor the person who had 
spoken was only a boy about twelve 
in a faded plaid shirt and baggy 
trousers wrinkled at the waist. 

She said, "I look in the house. 
That is an." 

"Yeah?" incredulously. 
"Really. IVIebbe so, you live here. 
This ranch, it is your pap's. Yes?" 

"Yeah, An' he don't like people 
snoopin' around, neither. Didn't you 
see that sign over there? 'No Tres- 
passin',' it says." 

"Please," Quinita began, and tears 
came to her eyes. 

The boy looked perturbed. "Hey, 
now, cut that out. Come on now, 
quit. Aw, gee, lady! Look here, my 
name's Robert — an' I didn't mean to 
hurt your feelin's." 

Quinita's lips wavered as she tried 
to smile. "My husban' — I am here 

til he comes. He talk now to your 
papa. My name is Quinita. This, my 
baby, name Rosa. See?" 

She held the bundle down a little, 
so he could see the child. 

"Oh. Uh-huh, a girl. Well, that's 
all right, I guess, but I got no use 
for girls." 

The woman smiled, "Tell about 
this ranch. I want to know. How 

They sat together on the edge of 
the porch, Quinita rocking her body 
to soothe Rosa who was beginning to 
wake up, and Robert talking eager- 
ly, glad to have an audience. 

"Gee," he said, "I hope you get to 
stay. Papa's been needing a new 
hand around here to feed cattle and 
ride the fences and everything. Last 
man we had w^as no good — always 
wantin' to go to town when it 
wasn't even Saturday. An' one day 
I saw him whippin' a horse, too. That 
don't set so well around here." 

"Oh, Pablo is very good man. He 
is good to horses, and he works hard. 
He want to stay, I want to stay. To 
have the house — that is good. No 
good for baby to travel all the 

"Where've you been?" 

"We cross the river one night — " 

"The river? You mean, down 
'tween here and Mexico?" 

"Yes, yes, that is it. We cross at 
night, and these police do not see 
us. After that, we walk and walk. 
A little while one place, then move 
and move again. Pablo grub the pas- 
ture combined, get dollar a day — " 

"Yeah, that's hard work, grub- 
bing, trying to get out all those cac- 
tus and everything." 

"Oh, yes, Pablo come back very 
tired. Then sometime he herd 
sheep, or cut the wood, or help put 
cattle on the train." She grinned 
proudly, "Yes, Pablo do many 

"Can he rope good? That's what 
v/e need, a good roper." 

"Roper? Oh, yes, he very quick." 

Just then, Quinita saw Pablo com- 
ing, and sprang up to meet him. She 
spoke to him rapidly in Spanish, and 
the small-boned, haggard man nob- 
bed briefly to Robert. 

"Come. We go now," he said to 
Quinita, and her face hardened. He 
took the baby, and together they 
started down the road without a 
backward look. 

Robert stared, motionless, for a 

minute, and then his mouth tighten- 
ed. "Damn," he muttered, and 
hitching up his worn blue denims, 
hunched his shoulders and walked 
swiftly towards the barn. 

Two Journeys 

(continued from page eleven) 
showing us the world as it is and 
the many people who are our allies. 
Just why we, as Americans, should 
strive for victory and how — is the 
task that Mr. Willkie assumes. 

One World contains the words of 
an American speaking to Americans. 
The words are simple, precise, and 
pack a powerful punch — there is no 
chance to misinterpret them. Clifton 
Fadiman describes the book as a 
searchlight and I agree with him. 
Willkie tells us that we can no long- 
er afford to be complacent or feel 
superior. That the world is small 
in size, in terms of modern means 
of communication, but that it is in- 
definitely large in conflicting ideals 
and interests. That although we are 
all fighting a common foe, we are 
not all fighting for "freedom" and 
"Democracy" in the same sense of 
the word. Above all, that we must 
work for unity, toleration and a 
post-war world now and not after 
the peace has been declared. 

Miss Curie gives you detailed in- 
formation on the Allied World and 
its problems, Mr. Willkie will tell 
you what should and can be done 
about it. For this reason, I say read 
Journey Among Warriors first. After 
you have finished it, you will put it 
down and wonder if we are doing 
enough — if we are worthy of all the 
sacrifices and suffering she describes 
so well. Then, read One World and 
you will get a slightly more recent 
and brighter picture and an honest, 
direct expression of what the United 
Nations must do in the present and 
in the future for a more successful 
and workable peace. I am unwilling 
to say on book was better than the 
other. In my opinion they are both 
excellent in spirit and in style. They 
both had a definite part in helping 
a bewildered student understand 
why we are fighting, with whom we 
are fighting, and what we will have 
to work for in the future. 

— by Ann Thomas. 

Page Fourteen 


February 16, 1944 


THE END by Doris Sisler '46 

Blinded by the strong beam from 
the guard's flashlight, the pathetic- 
looking man, huddled beneath a few 
dirty covers, threw his hand in 
front of his face and yelled, "Hey, 
what the hell's the idea?" 

"Ah, go back to sleep, I'm just 
■checking off the roll," the owner of 
the flash ligtit uttered disgustedly as 
he passed along to the next cell. 

As soon as he left, the disturbed 
sleeper raised himself in bed to a 
sitting position, scratched his head, 
paused a moment, and then lay back 
down again. He clasped his hands 
back of his head and stretched him- 
self. His eyes, accustomed to the 
darkness, roved over the cell. Then 
suddenly he bolted up saying, "God, 
how could I have slept!" Throwing 
the covers back he stepped out on 
the damp, cold floor, walked quiet- 
ly over to the bars, and craned his 
neck to see the clock on the opposite 
wall. "Huh!," he retorted, "I guess 
they better start getting ready for 
the fry." Then with a nervous 
laugti he slowly felt his way back 
to the bed. The bit of humor echoed 
back and rang just loud enough to 
cloud the atmosphere with mockery. 
The darkness that covered his face 
veiled his troubled look and a 
deepened frown. If it had been the 
face of any one other than Joe, one 
might have suspected a look of 
fright. With a strange smile he as- 
sumed his former position, and 
while the minutes ticked on, he lay 
motionless and stared into space. 

A small stream of sunlight, imme- 
diately swallowed up by the gloom 
in his cell, and the shrill noise of a 
whistle were the only evidences that 
morning had come. The lights flash- 
ed on and the squeaks from the iron 
beds played weird tunes. 

"Is there anything you'd like, 
Joe?" asked a guard as he came up 
to him. 

"I suppose you feel like the farmer 
fattening up the pig before slaugh- 
ter," he said sarcastically. There's 
only one thing that I want and that 
is for you to get the hell out — 
scram, see" 

"Okay, Joe, if that's what you 

"Damn silly dopes, I'll show them 
I can get along!" he muttered as he 
flopped into the chair, "I wonder 
what time it is? God! Why don't 
they get it over with? This waiting- 
gets on my nerves." 

"Joe, here's Father Louvet. Try 
to let him help you," interrupted a 

"I don't want to see any preach- 

"Don't you think, under the cir- 
cumstances, that it would be better, 
Joe?" said Father Louvet as he dis- 
missed the guard and sat down be- 
side him. 

"Now see here, Father, I've only 
got five minutes left and no one in 
the world can save a soul in five 
minutes, so don't even try. For 
Pete's sake, let me alone!" 

"All right, Joe, but just let me say 
a short prayer for you." 

"If it'll make you feel any better, 
go ahead." 

Quietness claimed the dark cell 
and was interrupted only by a few 
soft words by Father Louvet. For 
a moment the hard look on Joe's face 
softened as he intently watched the 
man asking forgiveness for him. 
"Imagine him being sorry for me — 
and being interested enough to want 
to help me. Maybe he ain't such 
a bad guy after all. Maybe I 
shoulda' known him when I was a 
kid — when I really needed some one 
like him, but it's too late now — all 
too late." This realization jarred 
him back into his shell. He calm- 
ly rose from his chair and walk- 
ed to the door where they waited for 

"I'm ready!" 

For a moment he almost turned 
back, but with shoulders lifted and 
head high, he started down the hall. 
He walked slowly and with precise 
steps. His legs began to feel like 
heavy logs as he moved them. The 
blank expression on his face failed to 
cover the tiny beads of perspiration 
that popped out — the one clue to his 
nervousness. A numb feeling seem- 
ed to creep over him and as that last 
door was reached he felt as though 
the heavy throb of his heart was go- 
ing to pound through his chest. Then 
he paused at the door, drew a breath, 
and entered. 


There's a little room at the head 
of the stairs in Mellon Hall — not 
much of a room — but homey; lived in, 
we, the tenants, shall say. To pass- 
ersby it may appear "sloppee" but 
there is a certain something that lures 
and pulls by a strange magnetic force 
inhabitants from miles, yea feet, 
around. In a word (in reality, four 
words) it is the shower that is con- 
tained in our bathroom. As the great 
Omar Khayyam was once known to 
say, "It's a honey," and so it is. 

Through the possession of this 
magnificent apparatus we have be- 
come vastly popular and our ac- 
quaintances have broadened im- 
mensely. One customer ha sarrang- 
ed a schedule to meet her shower 
needs so that now every evening be- 
tween the hours of 10:00 and 11:00 
our door opens with an Inner Sanc- 
tum squeak and a be-haurached fig- 
ure enters. Oftttimes a cohort is 
found tottling behind well-laden 
with towels, shampoo, and bath salts. 

We have become rather good en- 
tertainers — for while one customer 
is trilling an aquatic descant, we find 
it our pleasant duty to amuse the 
other clients in the visiting room 
(bedroom after hours). 

Then there was the night that 
neither of our patrons came. The 
hours passed. We grew frantic. Then 
went to sleep. However, the next 
morning who should arrive but the 
cherubs in question. 

Thus far, this one departure from 
the routine has been the only mishap 
and we feel that with our all out at- 
tempts to make our clients happy and 
comfortable we shall further the 
move for bigger and better showers. 
Wake up, America. Don't delay. 
Take your shower today, but don't 
forget to put it back! 

P. A. L. 



February 16, 1944 


Page Fifteen 


THE MAIL ELEMENT by Bee Keister '44 

Betty straightened and a little lump 
of coal rolled from her lap to the 
carpet, leaving a trail of coal dust 
across her cotton housedress. The 
fire was out, but it would have to 
stay out until she came back. 

Betty pushed her disheveled hair 
back from her face and walked into 
the kitchen to glance at the clock. 
It was time to get the mail. She 
pumped cold water into a basin and 
wiped the streaks from her face and 
hands. Then she pulled her jacket 
from the hook and walked back into 
the other room, pulling it on as she 

There was no doubt about the fire. 
It would have to be built again. Pa 
would be mad if he came in and 
found the house cold. Betty glanced 
over the living room to make sure 
everything else was neat. The pho- 
tograph on the table had fallen over 
and she automatically adjusted it. 

The sight of her photograph never 
failed to fill her with satisfaction. 
She remembered that Jim had said 
she looked just like a movie star. 
"That upswept hairdo does do some- 
thing for me," thought Betty, "and 
that black dress is really glamorous." 
Jim always said he liked girls to 
wear black. 

The thought of Jim made her re- 
member the mail and she turned and 
opened the front door. "There's got 
to be a letter," she thought as she 
closed the door and started up the 
cindered road, "It's been two weeks." 

The weight of discouragement was 
pressing down upon her but she 
pushed it back resolutely. "He 
hasn't gotten my letter. Maybe he's 
been transferred." She knew it 
wasn't so, but somehow it helped. 
"He hasn't gotten the photograph, I 
only sent it Wednesday. When he 
gets that ..." 

She had reached the highway and 
the mailbox. She hesitated a moment 
before opening it, a flush of color 
coming to her cheeks. Her hand 
shook a little with excitement as she 
reached in, but the mailbox was 
empty, empty as it had been yester- 
day, and the day before, and every 
day for two weeks. 

For a moment Betty stood there. 
Maybe the mail hadn't come. She 
crossed the highway to the farm on 
the other side. Mrs. Sutton would 
know if the mail had come and maybe 
Joe Sutton would know something 
Ebovit Jim since he was Jim's best 

None of the Sutton family was to 
be seen. Betty stepped onto the 
porc'n of the farmhouse, walked 
gently across it, and paused with her 
hand on the doorknob. A voice from 
within the house was saying clearly, 
(continued on page sixteen) 

Have a "Coke' = Come, be blessed and be happy 

. , .from Idaho to Iceland 

Have a "Coke", says the American soldier in Iceland, and in three 
words he has made a friend. It works in Reykjavic as it does in 
Rochester. Be sure you have Coca-Cola in your icebox at home. 
'Round the globe, Coca-Cola stands for tie pause that refreshes 
— has become the ice-breaker between kindly-minded strangers. 


"Coke"= Coca-Cola 

It's natural for popular names 
to acquire friendly abbrevia- 
I tions. That's why you hear 
Coca-Cola called "Coke" 

Page Sixteen 


February 16, 1944 

The Mail Element 

(continued irom page fifteen) 

"But she's so gullible. Slie be- 
lieves everything he tells her. She 
actually thinks he's going to marry 
her when he comes bacli." 

"You've got to do something about 
it, Joe. He had no right to lead her 
on like that. It'll break her heart if 
she finds out he didn't mean anything 
he said." 

"There's nothing I can do. Jim 
doesn't like to be interfered with — " 

It wasn't till his name was actually 
mentioned that Betty stirred, al- 
though she had known all along 
whom they were talking about. She 
walked down the steps and crossed 
the highway. "This is it," she 
thought. "Now I'll have to believe 
the doubts in the back of my mind. 
This is what I needed. She began 
to walk more determinedly. "I have 
to make that fire." 

Betty knelt before the stove to 
take out the ashes.' Suddenly she 
stood up and walked across the room. 
She snatched her photograph from 
the table and, pulling it out of the 
frame, began to tear it into little 

"A little paper will make the fire 
catch better," she thought grimly. 

Query at Night 

by Peggy Chantler 
A myriad stars come out 
And dot the velvet black of night. 
Making twinkling laughter in the sky. 
I wonder who lights them all? 
There are so many. 

The moon climbs up the heavens, 
Full of her lovely golden roundness. 
Someone must polish her shiny face 

each night; 
Who do you suppose it is? 
And does he use the clouds for 





You can do it by not using Long Distance be- 
tween 7 and 10 P. M. except for urgent calls. 

Those are the night-time hours when many 
service men are off duty and it's their best chance 
to call home. 

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Editorialists are strange creatures. Traditionally, they 
are composed of endless networks of comments, criticisms, 
and opinions. Although thrust into this editorializing 
position by mere chance, we too have developed the 
standard habit of Having Opinions. Perhaps our constant 
and oftentimes futile search for comments to make and 
opinions to have, merely for the sake of this column, has 
made us opinion-conscious. Perhaps we were born that 
way and never realized it before. At any rate, we have 
been a trifle shaken of late by campus opinion — that is, 
by the sheer lack of it. 

A certain type of opinion is plentiful — the class-chat, 
small-talk opinion that means much on these few 
acres and less than nothing off college grounds. Who 
knows whether or not so-and-so would have looked bet- 
ter in green than lavendar at the Prom, or if this or that 
course requires too much work, or if spring vacation 
should be started on a Monday or a Tuesday? What's 
more — who cares? Now, some campus opinion is im- 
portant — elections are starting soon, and are of utmost 
importance because the turning-in of a ballot decides not 

only the character and efficiency of next year's student 
government, but may effect the tone of campus proceed- 
ings for several years to come. But putting questions like 
these aside — we can still say that present collegiate 
opinion is of little significance, and less promise, to the 

What does this indicate? First, it indicates thai most 
collegiennes are narrow. Second, it indicates that most 
of them are not thoughtful, or at least not thinking. 

Lest this statement seem too harsh, we had better 
explain exactly what we have in mind at present — or, 
better still, just what suggested this topic. The latter 
was, of all things, the tax-bill controversy in Congress 
and the subsequent tax-bill veto. As we said, we have 
developed an opinion habit, and. logically enough, we 
had formed our own inexpert opinion of the significance 
oi this fracas before encountering the views of others. 

Although we don't go out buttonholing fellow stu- 
dents in search of hair-raising political discussions, we 
must admit that it was a trifle shaking to have a promis- 
ing conflab killed by some well-meaning individual who, 
glancing up from her philosophy or poetry book, would 
say: "Who is this man Alban, anyway?" or, "Good. 
Lord — with income taxes just coming up, they should 
have enough money anyway" or, "What tax bill veto ya 
talkin' about??" The last one usually got us. 

All of which leads one to believe that if college stu- 
dents could stay in college for the rest of their lives they 
v.'ould be a very gay bunch of scholars and everything, 
would be lovely. But they can't — a five-year span is the 
most one can hope for. Sooner or later all little girls 
grow up to be twenty-one, with U. S. ballots in their 
liands and not a well-rounded political opinion in the 
world to record on them except the one they heard their 
Daddies express at table. Sad — if true. 

A few faculty members are making an effort, in min- 
utes snatched from class time, either to read articles of 
expert comment or to encourage students to read for ' 
themselves. To some few, it may mean merely boredom 
in class. To others who try to appreciate it, it may 
mean one of two things: welcome confirmation of their 
home-made political prejudices, or, on the other hand, 
the discovery of varied opinions may merely mean con- 
fusion. Many are now vacillating between Democratic 
and Republican views, making no effort to draw conclu- 
sions from what they have read and had told to them. 

If the aim of liberal education is to teach students 
methods of thinking, it fails if it does not encourage po- 
litical thought as well as thought along "cultural" lines. 

It seems to us that the correct approach is to read in- 
telligently on all sides of present political issues — to re- 
alize that there are no longer two clearly defined sides 
to any question, but many. One doesn't have to back the 
Democrats or Republicans violently to prove that he has 
some knowledge of the nation's affairs. The ability to 
form definite but flexible opinions, to read and discuss 
political cffairs and comment intelligently — this ability, 
now more than ever before, must be acquired by every 
person who wishes to be thought — and to be — well edu- 

March 16, 1944 


Page Three 


WELL, It's Over,. Dears. We are 
frail creatures of dust — but — guilty 
as hell! 

Junior author-directors bearing 
gardenias fresh from haunts of coot 
and hern . . . Yorkin, sans girdle, 
running the gauntlet of splintered 
glass to save recording from oblivion 
... a final tribute to all, with shoes 
and ships and sealing wax and cab- 
bages and lyings. Guilty perhaps, and 
frail, but for the first time we can 
challv the annals of play-contest his- 
tory with not one, not two, but three, 
properly prepared and executed one- 
act dramas. And Tech was here to 
see it! 

PROPAGANDA, like the poor, we 
have always with us. In war time 
information is, of supposed necessity, 
more be-smudged than usual. We in 
the United States have the doubtful 
advantage of hearing "truth." Doubt- 
ful because we do not hear whole 
truth, and, for purposes of intelligent 
judgment the relative value of lies 
and half truths is an even draw. Re- 
sorting to a cliche — a little knowl- 
edge waxes dangerous. Propaganda 
has lessened our trust in second-hand 
information and we have rightly be- 
come wary. One result of this skep- 
ticism is our consequent wariness of 
highly propagandized "good causes" 
— one of which is the Red Cross. 

Please don't stop reading our plug 
yet — because we're not going to ask 
you to absorb any more second-hand 
eulogizing about the Red Cross. 

Gladys Patton came from battle 
areas direct to you. She was sched- 
uled to speak the previous week. Her 
talk was postponed not because she 
couldn't think of a good way to get 
your contributions, but because she 
didn't know how to tell you about the 
four American divisions which are 
facing twenty divisions of Germans 
— about the boys who fight for ninety 
days, rest for five, and go back to 
fight again — about the syphilis that's 
dropping ten times more of our men 
than the much-publicized plague — 
about the hopelessness that becomes 
a part of men who have been cut oflf 
from the rest of the world so long 
that they seem to be fighting a war 

The little relief that works its way 
into the mental and physical dark- 
ness in which these men are living 
day after day and month after month 
comes from one source — the Red 

The five-day rest given our soldiers 
between ninety-day fox-hole seances 
is spent in Red Cross settlements. 

When a man hasn't lieard from his 
wife for a month it's the Red Cross 
that gets the cable through to let him 
know she's still writing. 

The only hot food a man in action 
gets for month-long periods is coffee 
— coffee brought to him right in the 
battle lines by the Red Cross. 

When a soldier's stuck in a hos- 
pital — medicine can relieve his phy- 
sical pain but the only weapon that 
fights on his side against morbidity 
and boredom and loneliness is the 
Red Cross. 

Germany, it is said, "is devoid of 
trust and trustworthiness. But Red 
Cross packages get through to our 
prisoners of war in Germany and, 
moreover, an official Red Cross box is 
never opened from the time it's 
packed until it is put into the hands 
of our men. Hitler himself couldn't 
do better than that. 

That's the Red Cross from the Eu- 
ropean angle. Now we give you the 
South Pacific version from a V-mail 
letter written on February 15 and 
received last week when the Arrow 
was being prepared for press. The 
letter speaks more eloquently for our 
cause than we. Here it is without the 
change of a syllable. 

"Anytime the Red Cross comes 
around asking for contributions, give 
them something. They really run the 
whole show over here — take the place 
of the U.S.O. and all the other service 
organizations that operate at home. 
Besides that, they run the best res- 
taurants in town, arrange entertain- 
ment, billets, and transportation. 
Men on leave report directly to the 
Red Cross and it takes care of every- 
thing. Give them all you can." 

THROUGH the crack of a door 
ajar, between the slats of Venetian 
blinds, behind bushes and shadowed 
gate posts and closely-shaded win- 
dows they kept their patient vigil. 
Then — then — the soldier appeared 
and stepped unknowing, unprotected, 
into their net. In an instant all was 

I guess the Seniors can't be blamed. 
They knew how many Freshmen 
waited, claws bared, at the Art Cen- 
ter open-house. Each time a soldier 
was seen to enter the fatal portals the 
Seniors put another check on the wall. 
It was that extra man that did it. 
Ah, much ado about much! 

WOMEN of PCW seem always to 
have known how to act with men. 
Yet the talent avails us nothing if no 
specimens of the male element or 
reasonable facsimiles remain extant. 

Even if a facsimile could be pro- 
duced the effect would be unpredict- 
able. And so, the Senior class, rest- 
ing on the indubitable ability of 
women to act with women, chose for 
you a play in which the female ele- 
ment is, as always, all-embracing. 
All this over chicken-pies and choc- 
olate-mint sundaes under the watch- 
ful eyes of two more than reasonable 
facsimiles in bronze of A, Mellon and 
R. W. Emerson. 

In prickling expectation of said 
Senior production, we remain, 

"Ladies in Waiting." 

'SBLOOD! Blood! 'Tis with this 
cryptic sentiment and a chilly shud- 
der that most of us answer Red Cross 
pleas. And blood-bankers throw 
back, courtesy of Hamlet, "Frailty, 
thy name is woman." 

It's a faint heart that refuses to 
pour a pint into a bottle under sani- 
tary conditions supervised by a staff 
of doctors. Perhaps some would 
rather let a quart or two run into a 
fox-hole, whip up a tourniquet out of 
a G.I. shirt, and lie around waiting 
for gangrene to set in. If that's the 
way you want to donate yours — get 
out and do it. If not, make an ap- 
pointment at the Wabash building the 
easy way. Inclination as to method 
is relatively unimportant. 

Hood and Tassel set the pace for 
us. They went down en masse last 
Wednesday night. Let's play a lit- 
tle game of follow the leader. 

EVERY day in every way we're 
getting better and better (apologies 
to Coue) at making excuses. When 
responsibility throws another loop 
over our shoulders — when semester 
grades hit a new low — when our lit- 
tle paths become littered with sloppy 
term papers and assignments — when 
life is just too much for us — we get 
out the be-thumbed and worn excuse 

Miss Marks has accumulated a 
mental collection of the alibis most 
popular among our procrastinators: 
"It's difficult to adjust when you've 
come from a small high school," "Too 
much outside work," "Exams just 
come too fast. Why, I had two in one 
day," "We don't cover the material 
in class." 

When these "can't-do-it" themes 
come in Miss Marks takes them with- 
out a flicker, invariably dropping a 
few little words of sympathy and en- 
couragement in the eager recalci- 
trants' ears. But one evening she 
told us, apropos of nothing in par- 
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Page Foul- 


March 16, 1944 



Three contemporary authors have 
recently taken human nature for a 
ride. The drivers of the wagons are 
William Steig, cryptic cartoonist of 
New Yorker repute, James Thur- 
ber of demure canine fame, and the 
French Antoine de Saint-Exupery, 
author of Wind, Sand and Stars, 
Night Flight, and Flight to Arras. 

Steig stands aloof from human 
nature and scrutinizes it as a thing 
apart from himself. His acute per- 
ception of the essence of what really 
are has resulted in The Lonely Ones, 
a book of forty-six cartoons. Steig's 
ride is the bumpiest of the three. In 
fact, human nature is so shaken up 
that at times it becomes at the least 
neurotic and sometimes psychotic. 

If this book can be explained (and 
we seriously dou'bt this possibility), 
Wolcott Gibbs has done it in the 
Forword to the bok. "... Mr. Steig 
offers us a series of impressions of 
people who have been set off from 
the rest of the world by certain pri- 
vate obsessions — usually, it seems by 
a devotion to some particularly dis- 
astrous cliche of thought or behavior. 
They are not necessarily unhappy — 
some of them, in fact, are obviously 
only too well pleased with them- 
selves, and loneliness, or singularity, 
is, of course, by no means an un- 
happy state — they are simply not 
quite like the other girls and boys." 

The three authors agree that hu- 
man nature is a funny, funny phe- 
nomenon. Steig uses to express it 
the language of irony, and we have 
the feeling that his extra perceptual 
sense (which most of us were for- 
tunately born without) has sadden- 
ed, even embittered him somewhat. 
He shows the reader something true 
about human nature, but it is a 
thing you want to draw away from, 
perhaps by virtue of its truth. On 
first reading, you will say, "Isn't 
this funny?" The second time 
through your reaction will be, "Isn't 
this true, and isn't it sad that some 
people are like that?" But it usu- 
ally does not take more than a third 
perusal to make you put the book 
aside because you see yourself in 
an all too revealing light. 

Thurber's ride on the other hand 
is not quite so profuse in bumps. In 
his driving he is a bit more consid- 
erate ot the passengers. He sees 
things as Men, Women, and Dogs. 
The point from which he observes 

is less removed from his subject than 
was Mr. Steig's. He seems to feel 
more a part of what he is depicting. 
Perhaps this is the reason that, al- 
though his message is similar to 
Steig's, Thurtoer smiles a wise smile 
as he speaks. What he sees makes 
him chuckle. Through his cartoons 
the reader learns compassion for and 
love of human nature, not in spite 
of, but because of its endearing 

The essential difference in content 
is that where Steig sees people as 
victims of disastrous cliches of 
thought, Thurber sees that the poor 
dears are innocently taken in by 
hokum and then he goes on to show 
how humanly they try to cover up 
the fact that they have been just the 
least bit gullible. 

Exupery is the most gentle driver 
and his bumps are fewest and the 
most subtle. His book. The Little 
Prince, is a book of illustrations aid- 
ed and abetted by a charmingly im- 
aginative tale (or perhaps it is vice 
versa . . . we can not make up our 
minds). This is an Alice in Wonder- 
land sort of thing because it can be 
enpoyed by children for the story 
and by adults for the satire. The 
New York Times has aptly labeled 
it a "sophisticated fantasy." 

This book makes you feel neither 
(Continued on Page Five) 

Campus Comments 

(Continued from Page Three) 
ticular, how she knows that alibis are 
alibis. And here's the gist of what 
we gleaned. 

Miss Marks graduated from a 
three-year high school, one of a class 
of nine. She studied alone the fol- 
lowing year — taught herself Virgil 
among other things — then went to 
Pitt to take college boards.' The C.B. 
system got a little out of hand and 
she had to take twenty-one Boards, 
one right after another. Then she 
went to Smith and graduated there- 
from. After graduation she was of- 
fered a job that required typing and 
shorthand. S'^e hadn't had any typ- 
ing and shorthand but she wanted 
the job so, again, she began to teach 
herself. She learned enough in a 
month to work in a law office at the 
beck and call of no less than thirty 
lawyers. And legal documents and 
testimonies must be rerfect down to 
the last comma — without erasures. 

That's the story in short, students. 
Now go up and make your excuses. 


Now that the smoke of battle has 
cleared from the air and the cats 
that have been so closely guarded 
are out of their bags, we can don our 
horn rims and catch a fleeting glance . J 
in retrospect of the inter-class play 1 
contest. Once again we saw some 
fine examples of histrionic ability, 
heretofore hidden under a nearby 
bushel, and in each play excellent 
proof of what the oft-heralded at- 
tribute, cooperation, can achieve. 

The Juniors are singing their new 
theme song, "At Last," and, even 
though we may be slightly prejudic- 
ed, we think they were truly de- 
serving of the victory. Flood and 
Chantler combined their unquestion- 
able talents in penning the melo- 
drama. The Case Rests, and the cast 
was headed by Mary Jane Youngling, 
who did an excellent job of neurotic 
characterization. Special mention to 
Virginia Ricks and the stage crew 
for utterly ghastly scenery and light- 
ing effects, and, by the way, where 
can you get a spine de-chilled? 

Honorable mention went to the 
Sophomore class for their usual fine 
performance in any contest. Diamond 
rinss. furs, wine, cigarettes, and a 
cast with that Harper's Bazaar look 
were very much in evidence in their 
play of modern sophisticated society. 
Hers for a Song, written by Harms, 
Myers, and Sawders. A high note of 
the evenin", Marty Yorkin's original 
song, It's Over, Dear, has been run- 
ning through our heads ever since, 
in close competition with "Marsy- 
doats." Frankly we hope Marty's 

Thanks to the Freshmen our eve- 
ning was not without comic relief. 
Under the direction of Coughenauer, 
Jackley, Beale, and Chattaway, they 
produced a clever cross-section of 
dorm life, entitled The Male's the 
Thing. We loved the comments about 
such unmentionables as Lecture 
Fourteen, and in spite of all the 
quips, the play ended on thought- 
provoking note. 

Needless to say, we're waiting for 
the Seniors' dramatic donation to 
wind up our theatrical year, but we 
think the play contest has given them 
a high spring board from which to 
take the leap . . . And oh, we al- 
most forgot — to the Kims, Mrs. Fer- 
guson, Mrs. Shupp, the three Tech 
judges, the Senior advisors, and 
chairman Patsy Speers — the Arrow 
camelias of the month.. M. S. 

March 16, 1944 



Page Five 


When we came to PCW we heard 
a lot about tradition. Most of it 
seemed to be the Berry Hall ghost. 
But this is inadequate. Our tradition 
is Berry Hall and all the many uses 
it has been put to in seventy-four 
years . . . it is religious chapels and 
outside speakers . . . dances and 
plays and concerts . . . going to 
church on Sunday . . . the fun of 
boarding and the adventures of com- 
muting . . . gym two days a week 
. . . glee club concerts . . . the 
solemnity and grandeur of graduation 
. . . It is even more than this — it is 
something you can't very ~well put 
into words — the way you feel kind of 
tingly and excited' when you see 
Berry and Woodland after a sum- 
mer's vacation . . . the difficulty you 
have telling someone who has never 
been here just why you like the place 
. . . the pride it gives you just to 
know you're a part of a grand school. 

We wanted to know more about 
this tradition of ours, so we asked 
Mrs. Shupp for any available infor- 
mation she had, and then we went 
and talked to Mrs. Marks. Mrs. 
Shupp gave us some good written 
material with the admonition to "be 
sure and return it, because Louise 
Flood hasn't returned those last pa- 
pers I lent her!" Mrs. Marks told 
us all about PCW when she was here. 
So now we, in turn, would like to 
tell you a little about this school 
"way back when." Maybe it'll help 
you understand a little better why 
we have our traditions — and why we 
iike them. 

First, last, and always there was 
Berry Hall. Back in 1870, it was 
quite the place. The Speech Lab. 
was the combined auditorium, chapel, 
and gymnasium; the cafeteria was 
the dining room; the typing room was 
a dorm room; the drawing room — 
well, it was the drawing room. 
Berry Hall, as you can see, was really 
the core of the college. 

Then there was chapel every day 
in the auditorium. Most of the 
chapels were religious, since the 
school was then Presbyterian. Once 
in awhile there were outside speak- 
ers, but no one comparable to Mary 
Ellen Chase or Robert P. Tristam 
Coffin or Carl Sandburg. 

There was gym — two days a week, 
same as now — but at five in the aft- 
ernoon. On gym days girls were al- 
lowed to dress in their "bloomers" 
right after lunch and, as one alumna 
puts it, "to have the freedom of un- 
hampered skirts." Must have been 

quite a concession for those days. 
Also, and this is straight from Mrs. 
Marks, they had calisthenics then. 

Dances, then as now, were the or- 
der of the day, but at first they 
lacked something — MEN! Men were 
allowed only to concerts and plays! 
Dances were fun, but they were al- 
ways over by eleven. To compen- 
sate for the lack of males at these 
first dances, there were always sere- 
nades by the Shadyside boys. 

Everyone went down to Shadyside 
Presbyterian to church. At that 
time, Dr. Beatty, pastor of this 
church, also taught on campus. Some 
of the girls complained that this gave 
him an unfair advantage. 

Boarding was as much fun then as 
it is now. Mrs. Marks says she lived 
in the present typing room. It was 
then divided into two rooms, each 
having two double beds and two 
bureaus for four girls. In other 
words, half a bed and half a bureau 
per girl. The girls used to raid the 
kitchen frequently, but one sad night 
(Continued on Page Six) 

Flight Into Reality 

(Continued from Page Four) 
bitter nor compassionate, but con- 
templative. Through the eyes of the 
Little Prince you regress and once 
again see things with the clear wis- 
dom of childhood. You see that 
somewhere in the process of becom- 
ing a civilized adult you have lost 
the keen insight that allows you to 
see the true worth of a thing. The 
book enables you to recapture that 
lost treasure for a while, and fre- 
quent re-readings will refresh it and 
keep it alive. 

You will see that people in gen- 
eral have an exaggerated sense of 
their own importance. You will see 
the individuals who miss a great 
deal because they have set life down 
in neat little formulae. You will 
learn to use your imagination again. 
And best of all, you will fall in love 
with the Little Prince and learn to be 
constantly on the look-out for him 
lest you come upon him unawares 
and pass him by without realizing 
his presence. "There are a few sto- 
ries which in some way, in some 
degree, change the world forever 
for their readers. This is one." 

We are not guaranteeing the re- 
sults if you decide to venture on 
these three rides. We simply say 
that we would not have missed them 
for anything. P. C. 

. . . Dr. Doxsee 

Immanuel Kant said that the 
whole enterprise of philosophy was 
embraced in the attempt to answer 
the questions: What can I know? 
What can I do? What can I hope 
for? One might not unfairly say 
that what Kant defined as the end 
of philosophy has been, and is, the 
end of what we call liberal educa- 
tion. The need to answer these ques- 
tions is an ancient one, and the an- 
swers that men have given have 
changed with the growth of the 
knowledge of nature, and with man's 
experience in creating a culture. 
Every generation, indeed every indi- 
vidual, must face these questions 

Perhaps we should state the prob- 
lem in these days even more suc- 
cinctly and say simply that our need 
is ultimately to know what cannot 
be done, and what can he done. 

We need to know what cannot be 
done, that is, to disabuse our minds 
of the grosser illusions. We are sub- 
ject to romantic obsessions, some- 
times mild, sometimes fanatical. A 
mild but insidious romanticism is the 
sentimentalization of nature. It is 
not so characteristic of our time, 
sporadic perhaps, rather than epi- 
demic. We are in far greater danger 
from the fanatical romanticism of 
hatred. We believe that we are en- 
gaged in fighting the disease in oth- 
ers, but we must employ all our 
prophylactic resources to resist in- 
fection ourselves. We need to be 
delivered from the illusion that rea- 
son is only the slave of desire, rather 
than the creator, or the discoverer, 
of the ends that make us human. 

We need to know what can be 
done. We need to know that freedom 
in every sense is not a gift but an 
acquisition. We can by active par- 
ticipation enter into the freedom 
achieved in the arts, in science, in 
society. We need to know how and 
where we can ourselves enlarge the 
freedom we possess. We need to 
see that all our culture has come 
through man's creative interference 
with natural law. We need to realize 
that we can know the ends that can 
make possible the highest humanity. 
We need to know that in the accom- 
plishment of these ends we can 
change human nature. 

Page Six 


March 16, 1944 


ISurses' Return 

To begin with, it is very unfair to 
send an English major to the Sci- 
ence Building for an interview — ■ 
particularly when said English major 
never got beyond the boundaries of 
the Freshman biology lab. But when 
the English major has hypersensitive 
olfactory organs and the Organic 
Chem Lab happens to be making 
bromobenzene — that's what I call un- 
dermining home-front morale. 

Bolstered by a sheaf of recently- 
read Jap horror stories, a certain as- 
sociate editor ordered a certain brow- 
beaten reporter to "get over to Chem 
Lab and see how Nancy Doerr and 
Jane Humphreys are doing after 
their two years at Allegheny General 

The two Senior nursing students 
(the number, by the way, was orig- 
inally four) say they have found it 
much easier to get back into PCW's 
groove than it was to adjust them- 
selves to AGH's rules. For instance, 
at AGH no one was allowed out of 
her room after 10 p.m., all lights had 
to be out by 10:30, radios turned on 
before four in the afternoon were 
confiscated and locked in a safe, and 
despite the fact they had had two 
years of college gym, they had to take 
at least two more hours per week. 
But of course, I kept reminding them 
there were internes at AGH to make 
up for these few strictures. 

From September until February 
Jane and Nancy did eight hour shifts 
of floor duty. Until then they had 
both classes and floor duty — and, 
they emphasize, the classes were no 
pushovers. They spent last summer 
at the Warren psychiatric hospital 
and will have two months of public 
health nursing this summer. In Sep- 
tember they will take State Boards 
and upon passing them will receive 
their RN degrees. Because of the 
shortage of nurses this fall they were 
among the first student nurses to re- 
ceive higher training for supervisory 
positions and both were in charge of 
other student nurses on ward duty. 

When asked what changes they 
noticed on campus after two years' 
absence, they listed more liberty in 
dress, (we take that to be blue jeans 
and plaid shirts), less class distinc- 
tion, (i.e. you can't tell Seniors from 
Freshmen), and new faculty mem- 

Both Jane and Nancy listed the op- 
erating room and maternity ward as 
their favorites. If the war is still on 
after their graduation they intend to 
.go separate ways, however: Jane to 

the Navy and Nancy to the Army. 
Jane, by the way, has been putting 
into practice at PCW what she 
learned at AGH by being on duty in 
the infirmary one afternoon and even- 
ing per week and being the official 
First Aider at basketball games. 

They have been counting ever since 
they got back how many days it will 
be until spring vacation. For two 
years they have just had three weeks 
summer vacation and twenty-four 
hours off for Christmas. Every day 
missed during the winter, too, has to 
be made up during the summer va- 

An eavesdropping Chem Lab co- 
hort suggested the headline for this 
article be "Blood, Sweat, Toil, and 

(Continued on Page Eight) 

Something Old 

(Continued from Page Five) 
a girl met the cook halfway down 
the stairs, her knife and fork in hand, 
preparing to having herself a feast! 
Another evening Mrs. Marks, who 
was the proud possessor of a small 
heating unit (for the express purpose 
of heating poultices) felt hungry for 
a little oyster stew. So did her room- 
mates. Buying the oysters wasn't 
hard . . . cooking them wasn't hard 
. . . but keeping the smell in that 
room was definitely hard. In fact, 
it just couldn't be done. And so the 
inevitable happened. There were 
footsteps in the corridor and an 
ominous knock on the door — one of 
the teachers, no less! Immediately, 
however, Mrs. Marks came to the 
rescue. Dumping stove, oysters, and 
herself on the floor, she threw her 
robe over the damning evidence. The 
teacher entered, looked, saw nothing, 
and departed. The party continued 

Commuting was fun, too. Ed, with 
his wagonette which brought com- 
muters up Woodland Road, was one 
of the most popular features of the 
school. Ed's wagonette held about 
sixteen girls, and it made trips every 
fifteen minutes. Beside Ed on the 
seat always sat two dogs, one a pug, 
the other an ItaUan greyhound. In 
fair weather, the wagon was open, 
but in foul, black curtains were 
rolled down. At times like these, 
PCW girls called Ed's wagonette 
"Black Maria." 

All of this was back at the begin- 
ning of what we now call our tradi- 
tion. It's a good tradition — don't you 
agree? M. A. M. 

Dr. ISita L. Butler 

With the recent death of Dr. Nita 
L. Butler, acting head of the depart- 
ment of classical languages at PCW, 
not only have the members of the 
faculty and administration and the 
student body lost a true friend and 
outstanding personality, but the world 
has lost one of its greatest authorities 
on archaeological research. 

Dr. Butler's home was in Paw Paw, 
Michigan, and it was from the uni- 
versity of that state that she received 
her B.S., M.A., and Ph.D degrees. 
Due to her great modesty, few knew 
of her many accomplishments and 
the honors which were conferred 
upon her. From 1924 through 1926 
she was granted the Joseph Boyer 
Research Fellowship from the Uni- 
versity of Michigan, the Research 
Fellowship in Roman Archaeology, 
the Near East and the Classical Fel- 
lowships. While in Italy from 1924- 
1927 she studied at the American 
Academy in Rome and in 1931 was 
granted a fellowship by the Ameri- 
can Council of Learned Societies. 

At the time of her death Dr. Butler 
was considered the foremost Ameri- 
can authority on Pompeii, as a result 
of her extensive work there. Her 
main work was the painstaking iden- 
tification of all wall paintings found 
in the cities of Campania, destroyed 
by the eruptions of Vesuvius in 79 
A.D. It was no mean task to list the 
pictures, photograph them, describe 
them minutely, match each shade and 
tint with Ridgway's Color Standard 
and Color Nomenclature. It was a 
great work; one of those important 
enlightening links in the chain of the 
history of civilization. 

As a personality in the United 
States, Dr. Butler was known to all 
in her field. She was Secretary- 
Treasurer of the Pittsburgh Society 
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Page Seven 


Here and There 

The theme of the month is "Who, 
Where, What, and Why Is the Little 
Man Who Wasn't There." This we 
know about him. He is the one who 
wears tortoise shell glasses rims to 
read between the lines of the un- 
written law of the Land of Utopia. 
But more specifically, The Little Man 
Who Wasn't There is the collective 
"My Man in the Service." Not only 
this we know, but something more 
to which we turn for the nonce. 

The Little Man 

"Tis said that Kaye Lowe got a 
ring. She is a bit confused because 
she thinks it may be glass. (Who is 
she to be choosey in time like these 
here?) . . . Cleo Bennett's Jim came 
to the big town for the week-end. 
She cut classes the morning before 
he got here in order to dress and 
apply grease paint. She thinks she 
may be forced to cut the two days 
after he leaves in order to recuper- 
ate. (Just who is going to give with 
all the extra cuts?) . . . Lois Long's 
brother of masculine pulchritude un- 
excelled said in a letter to his sister 
that Harkless was his "dream come 
true" and that he would send her a 
coconut as a taken of his feeling. (If 
we were someone's dream come true, 
we'd insist on more than a coconut.) 
. . . Planning to race down the old 
aisle soon are Rei'ber, alumna Mc- 
Kay and ditto Gillespie . . . Joan 
Wiley is still hanging on to a Valen- 
tine's Day nosegay. (Could be 
sentimental value, no?) 


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Sophomore dinner . . . Back to see 
ex -roommates were Cookie . and 
Rowie . . . For relief from a dull 
moment, see Gallagher's weekly let- 
ters from Arbuckle in Sicily. (Only 
seeing is beUeving in this case.) . . . 
Mrs. Knox cut 'bang as you have no 
doubt noticed. On a recent visit to 
husband Gilbert, she was uninten- 
tionally travelling incognito. Gilbert 
didn't cognito her . . . Murray got 
a shady deal from Shadyside. She 
had a long hem-ing and hawing con- 
versation with someone she thought 
was Dick, trying to get dates for pals 
for the Prom. At the end of her 
nickel, the boy said, "O. K., now I'll 
get Dick" . . . (Now what would 
you do in a case like that, Mr. 
Anthony?) ... "I ain't never made 
the gossip column," wept B. Findley, 
(Never will those words cross the 
ruby portals again, thanks to us.) 
Wasn't There 

P. Smith's Fred almost was but 
then he wasn t coming home. But his 
home port is now New York with 
bi-monthly visits to P. . . . FLASH 
DATE! (She claims he wasn't all 
there, but then who is 'she to talk? ) 
. . . Lots of Wasn't There's caused 
absences from the Prom. 
Was There 

These two beautiful words apply 
to Riggy's man . . . also B. Collins' 
. . . Speers' Lehigh lad returned the 
visit by coming to Pittsburgh for the 
Prom . . . Very Much There is 
Betty Gahagan Lindsay's baby. 

To Conclude 

It seems that The Man is more 
often Wasn't There then Was There. 
But we grin bravely through the 
misty brine and recite our motto 
. . . "Toujours gai, kid, toujours 
gai" and remind ourselves that even 
the Hundred Years' War came to an 

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Yes, I did have a reason for major- 
ing in psych. The field has some- 
thing to offer that can be found in 
no other. 

Psychology is a science — but not a 
cold, impersonal one, bringing back 
hazy memories of test tubes, micro- 
scopes, and Bunsen burners. Psy- 
chology studies the situations that 
surround us, and experiments with 
people; herein lies its fascination. 
The psychologist is interested in how 
we act and why we behave the way 
we do. With the objects of its study 
so much a part of our every-day liv- 
ing, and its conclusions so logically 
natural, how can we help being stim- 
ulated to learn more about what 
makes us react the way we do? 
Practical Value 

I think each college student should 
have at least a basic course in psy- 
chology for its practical value. An 
ability to understand society grows 
more essential as our society becomes 
more complex. Psychology has fig- 
ured in this new mania, brought on 
by Thurber, Steig, and their contem- 
poraries, for typing and classifying 
ourselves into absurdities. How else 
could anyone so accurately and hu- 
morously ridicule the minor neuroses 
and oddities present in each of us? 
Psychology offers a keen insight into 
people's attitudes, ideas, and peculi- 
arities and, along with a sense of hu- 
mor, a little understanding of people 
is required to enable us to laugh at 
our own eccentricities. 

Applied Science 

Psychology is a science whose prin- 
ciples can be applied. It is more than 
idle curiosity or intellectual theory. 
As we become more aware of its 
presence, even the most' skeptical of 
our conservative scientists are realiz- 
ing the improvements that are taking 
place because of it. It has stepped 
into such fields as industry, medicine, 
and education. In each one it has 
shown that through consideration of 
"human nature" results are over- 
whelmingly improved. 

Psychology is still on the up-grade, 
and so offers a challenge to me; a 
challenge to 'be, if not a participant, 
at least an on-looker able. to follow 
its progress step by step and, ^ realize 
the significance of the; advances as 
they take place. 

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March 16, 1944 



Sport Report 


Believe us — all those endearing 
young arms of the Sophomores 
couldn't keep the ball up in the air 
long enough to beat the Athletic 
Club, volleyball division, of the Pro- 
fessorial Department! Did we calm- 
ly swish our tongue to our cheek, 
and prophesy an easy victory for us, 
yon students? Did we overconfident- 
ly prattle of the freshness of our 
youth versus the unlimberness of 
their age, etc., etc.? We (sigh) did. 
So, having casually noted the twen- 
ty odd point difference in scores be- 
tween the student losers and the 
faculty victors, we raise one bottle 
of Absorbine Junior to our lips to 
wash down the words we have just 

The aged and senile seniors won 
neatly the basketball championship 
thus proving, what we have feared 
for some time, that they are not 
Girls With Their Limber Lost! On 
the beam for Paul, Mickey McCul- 
lough Lohmeyer hit the basket with 
skill, thrills and chills. Her change 
from guard to forward was a slick 
switch for the Senior section. P. 
Donaldson was as usual a fast flash 
before our eyes as she whizzed up 
and down with a grin and a dribble. 
And two laurel wreaths to J. Knauss 
and K. Jones who made their debut 
on the gym floor — preliminary train- 
ing obtained in basket weaving 
classes in gi-ammar school. 

Runners-up-and-down were the 
Juniors. M. Cox, stellar-feller-for- 
ward, and M. Swannie, goodly guard, 
had some good points there, as did 
M. Kelly — all of whom got black 
and blue for the red and white. 

The Sophomoresie Doats and 
Tacks, for they came in last. But 
toujours gay. keeds, and all the rest, 
for you, as Othello would say, play- 
ed not prizely. but well. Special 
note is hereby given to B. Fellows, 
M. Egger, and J. Purves who played 
devinely — but devinely, my dear (ex- 
eusit pMz, once in awhile our beino 
a sweet young thing sneaks in ahead 
of our being a hardbitten sports 

Big, juicy, fat orchids to the class 
of forty-seven with an added sprig 
of asparagus leaf to Snyder, Wylie, 
Chambers, and Wallace. The Frosh, 
by gosh, beat and defeat the Sopho- 
mores in the last game of the sea- 
son. Their teamwork clicked like 

the old grandfather's clock we used 
to have. 

Added note — the enthusiastic 
cheerings from the sideline sisters 
— the screamings of whom encour- 
aged the respective teams no end 
and almost drowned out the rendi- 
tion of Knocturne rendered by the 

Dr. Butler 

(Continued from Page Six) 
of Archaeological Institute of Amer- 
ica, and Vice-President of the Classi- 
cal Association of the Pittsburgh vi- 
cinity. Also among the offices which 
she held \\>as the Presidency of the 
Colloquium Club. She spoke Ger- 
man, French, and Italian fluently and 
read both Greek and Latin. 

Here rt PCW Dr. Butler was at 
different times Advisor to the Student 
Government Association and also Ad- 
visor to the Class of 1941. 

Words are always inadequate to 
express fully the sorrow of losing a 
friend. We who have known her 
will remember mostly little things 
about her — the way she always knew 
every student's name, new or old, 
her keen sense of humor, her art and 
classics courses by those of us who 
were fortunate enough to have taken 
them), her chapel talks — we remem- 
ber these things, and those in the 
archaeological field remember her for 
the great work which she did. She, 
of course, will be greatly missed — 
and all t'lose here at PCW should 
feel proud that Dr. Nita L. Butler 
was associated with the same institu- 

ISurses' Return 

(Continued from Page Six) 

"With particular emphasis on the 
blood," said Nancy. "Tell her about 
the case you got one night, Jane." 

"Oh," answered Jane, "do you 
mean the woman who strangled the 
baby and then tried to commit suicide 
by chopping herself — " 

As they passed the smelling salts 
under my nose I was trying to tell 
them what a dirty trick it was to 
send an English major to the Science 
Building for an interview — particu- 
larly when the Organic Chem Lab 
was making bromohenzine and my 
olfactory organs were hypersensitive. 

"Don't forget to say it has been 
wonderful training and that we are 
both crazy about nursing." they 
called as I went out into the fresh air 
to recuperate. 


By Mary Jane Youngling 
When I return 
And come into the room 
Where he, alone, is playing 
With the keyboard swaying 
Of a thunder from his hand, 
I shall say, 

It is all I'll say 
. . . and all I'll need to say. 
For he will know. 

That I love heather 

He will know. 

And walking bridges in the snow, 

And thin, transparent clouds 

That join together 

In May-time weather. 

And twining vines around my fingers, 
And scent of rose that lingers 
After the blossom dies. 
(Flowers that still are pressed 
Between pages of the best 
In poetry) 

And he will know 
That I love rain 
Beating on the pane of windows 
In my room 

While I'm inside with book and mu- 
sic low 
... Or walking in the rain 
To jump the puddles in the lane, 
Or run against it with raindrops 
Falling on my nose. 

And he will know 

I like to smell new hay, 

And twirl spaghetti in a spoon. 

The philosophy of toujours gai, 

And tune 

By Chopin — Opus twenty-two. 

And he will know 

That when I come into the room 

Where he, alonfe, is playing, 

I will never go away. 

And when I say 

I shall be saying 
That I have come, at last, to stay. 


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EFFICIENCY by Alice Craig, '45 

Daniel O'Toole, of the Plainville 
Police, paced the floor of the Duffy's 
dreary little front room and cursed 
his luck. He cursed the dullness of 
the day and most of all he cursed the 
state patrolmen who were clomping 
about in the back bedroom. He curs- 
ed the luck that had brought the 
patrolmen to the Plainsville Police 
Station at the very moment young 
Peg Duffy's frantic call for help had 

Outsiders, that's what they were 
— all of 'em — strangers. What did 
those state troopers know about 
Plainsville and the Duffys? He glanc- 
ed at the cheap photographs of the 
two uniformed Duffy boys smiling 
from the mantle. A duster made 
from an old dress of flowered calico 
was beside the pictures as though 
someone had been interrupted in 
the midst of cleaning. The cheap 
glass frames which held the pictures 
had not been touched; and when an 
occasional beam of light flickered 
into the room the faces under the 
glass appeared cloudy. 

The smiles of the boys were happy 
and their white caps were set at 
jaunty angles; Dan wondered, after 
they heard of this, if they would still 
smile the same — ever. 

He could hear young Peg sobbing 
back in the room where her mother 
lay dead — shot through the head. It 
was a darn good thing Dov Bradly 
was with her — he'd help calm her. 
Dan wondered what had happened; 
but he couldn't leave the front room 
to go back to see. Damned efficiency 
of the troopers — thought he was too 

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old to do any god. Told him to stay 
here — take care of people coming to 
the house. Huh — guess he knew bet- 
ter than them how to handle Plains- 
ville and Peg Duffy. 

He imagined himself in charge of 
the case giving his story to the cor- 
oner's jury. 

"About nine o'clock on the morn- 
ing of October fourteenth, Margaret 
Duffy, the only daughter of Nora 
Duffy, widow of Thomas Duffy, call- 
ed the Plainsville Police Station and 
screamed into the phone that some- 
one had killed her mother. Dan 
himself, and Doc Bradley, the official 
medical examiner, would have han- 
dled the case themselves if those 
efficient, high-handed state troopers 
hadn't arrived just at the wrong 
time. Doggonit ..." 

Dan's rational train of thought 
was interrupted by his growing in- 
dignation and the sound of an au- 
thoritative voice from the bedroom 
where the troopers and Doc Bradley 
were investigating. 

"O'Toole! Tell Hawkins in the 
car out there to drive over to the 
station and radio the city for the 
Morgue ambulance. Tell him to cut 
the siren, but to step on it." 

"Awright, awright. Don't have to 
get so huffy about it." Dan limped 
to the door, shouted the instructions 
to Hawkins in the car, and limped 
back into the dismal front room. 
His indignation partly gone, the in- 
terruption gone, he began where he 
had left off. 

"... arrived at the house about 
five minutes after the call. Young 
Peg Duffy — lived alone with her 
mother, 'least folks always called 
Mrs. Duffy Peg's mother — was cry- 
ing and carryin' on high. Her moth- 
er'd been sick awhile and spent most 
of her time in bed. Peg said she 
went back to bring her the mail and 
found her dead. Bullet hole in her 
head. Blood all over the place. One 



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The uncarpeted boards in the hall 
creaked as Doc Bradley joined Dan 
in the front rom. He looked about 
with obvious distaste. Foig filled the 
corners of the room and seemed to 
hang in the folds of the ecru cur- 
tains waiting to be shaken out. A 
lamp glowed dully near the upright 
piano but instead of brightening the 
room, it caught its own light and 
held it in its dirty shade. A dust 
mop leaned against the lamp. His 
eyes, in his survey, lighted upon the 
boys' pictures and softened. He 
turned and spoke to the other man. 

"This is tough on the boys, darn- 
ed tough." 

Dan nodded but began to question 
him eagerly. "Who done it, Doc? 
Did you find the gun they done it 
with? She dead for sure, ain't she?" 

"Mrs. Duffy was shot. The only 
bullet that hit her went through her 
brain and killed her instantly. The 
men found three other bullets im- 
bedded in the wall. Criminal was 
evidently not a very good shot. That's 
all, Dan; she's dead. I guess we both 
know who did it. The men are ques- 
tioning her now." 

Dan's expression changed from in- 
terest to horror. The doctor realized 
he had assumed too much. He said 
gently. "I thought you had guessed, 
Dan. Yes, Peg did it." 

He paused and then continued, 
"You knew the family pretty well, 
didn't you? Know much about Peg's 

Dan's face was buried in his hands 
— as an answer, he nodded. Then he 
straightened up. 

"Think there's any way we can 
keep it from them?" He jerked a 
thumb at the pictures. 

"That's what I've been thinking 
about. Maybe we can talk the boys 
back there into it. Maybe we can." 

The sharp ring of the door bell in- 

Dan passed from the room into the 
hallway and opened the door. 

"Watcha want, sonny? Don'cha 
know there's ..." 

"Dan!" The doctor's voice was 
sharp. He was beside the older man 
almost instantly. "Oh, Bob, it's you. 
Collecting for the papers? Twenty- 
five. OK son. How's your mother? 
Feeling better, is she?" 

(Continued on Page 13) 

Page Ten 


March 16, 1944 


TUNE IN TWO-TIME by Helen Smith, '44 

"Sonuvabitch," says Happy Harry 
as Louie the Leech lays his heart 
flush on the table. "Sonuvabitch, 
Louie. It I hadn't been, dealing my- 
sell I'd blow your top for copping 
those last two spots." 

Louie crooks his arm around the 
chips and drags them in. Harry tips 
back his chair and whistles for one 
of the jigs who always slap shots for 
the backroom of Charlie's cafe. 
"T'wo, ' he yells. "Two doubles." 

Then he lights up a stogie, takes 
a long drag and bets on the first stud 
card Louie has dealt him. He smiles 
at Louie, who is really a leech like 
Ijis name. 

"Louie," he says, "maybe you beat 
me with the sliders but you've got 
no broad on your ticket like my 
•wife. Someday I'm going to beat a 
big fat stud pot and then I'll buy 
her that sweet shack she's always 

"And you're gonna let me teach 
your kid sister how to tease the keys, 
eh, Hap?" says Jerry the Jiver who 
has just come in. 

"If I ever let you give my kid 
sister the double-o, Jerry, then you'll 
know Charlie's jigs have slipped me 
a mickey. No, by God, Belle's go- 
ing to have piano lessons," says 
Harry. "Piano lessons from a big 
shot. Belles a good girl. She never 
gives the guys even a fling. Lord, 
she's only fifteen." 

"Yeah, Hap, I know," says Jerry. 
"I know." And he sits down and joins 
the game. 

Now, Harry is proud of his kid 
sister and proud of his moll who is 
married to him. None of the other 
guys who hang out at Charlie's is 
tied to one jill. But Harry is really 
dizzy about Katie his wife and about 
his kid sister, too. And all the boys 
tease him about being a one-moll 
jerk and they crack at his kid sis- 
ter. Belle, he's so nuts about. But 
Harry doesn't get in an uproar or 
usaully give the guys a tumble be- 
cause he's always happy. That's why 
he's got the monocher — Happy 
Harry. And he's always happy be- 
cause he knows the guys all wish 
they had one good moll instead of a 
string of broads. Everyone likes 
Harry. Everyone thinks he's a damn 
good egg and everyone is sorry for 
what happens this afternoon in Char- 
lie's back room. 

It's about three o'clock and Harry 
is dealing a hand of Chacago when 

one of Charlie's jigs comes in and 
tells Harry there's a dame outside 
who wants him. 

"A dame," says Harry. "Now what 
the hell dame wants to see me and 
why the hell?" 

"Thought you were a one-dame 
gxiy, Harry," says Louie. 

"Yeah, Hap, we've got you now," 
guffaws Jerry. "Another babe in 
your routine besides Katie. Didn't 
think you could hold out against the 
bioads, Harry." 

"Katie'd never shove this joint. 
Must be some moll from my block 
who wants to pay her protection. I'll 
show you guys." And he tells the 
jig to send the dame in. 

Harry goes on dealing and he 
deals Louie a pair of kings but he 
doesn't see what Louie has because 
right then — in comes a sweet-looking 
blonde doll with long hair and big 
blue eyes. 

"Belle " says Harry — and he 
knocks his shot all over the chips 
getting out of his chair. "Why'd you 
come here. Belle? Didn't I tell you 
to keep clear of this hole?" 

"I had to see you, Harry. I want 
to talk to you," says Belle. And she 
looks around a little scared at the 

"Couldn't you wait until I got 
home, damn it?" 

"No, Harry, I couldn't wait," she 
says, and her eyes look as if she is 
going to spill the brine. 

The boys start to get up. 

"Sit down," yells Harry. "Now 
that she's here she can talk." You 
can tell Harry is hurt and he feels 
bad in front of the boys but he won't 
ask them to leave. 

"Harry, it's private," says Belle. 

"You said it couldn't wait. Say 
what you've come to say." 

The boys shift in their chairs and 
Belle begins to cry very quietly. 

"Aw, Harry — ," starts Louie. 

"Shut up," Harry yells. "Go on. 

She raises her head and looks 
straight at Harry. 

"All right, Harry," she says. 
"Joey's leaving town. He's leaving 
in an hour and — " 

"What's that dirty dago got to do 
with you?" says Harry very slowly. 
He's holding the deck of sliders so 
tight they're almost double. The 
back room is still as a grave-yard. 

"I'm going to have a baby, Harry. 
And I think — I think Joey's the 

The cards slip from Harry's hand 
slowly like a little waterfall. His 
ears are red as hell but his face is 
white as powder. He licks his lips 
and when he starts to talk he sounds 
like a ten-cent file. 

"Is that all. Belle? Thought it was 
something serious." He pours himself 
a stiff shot and gulps it down loudly. 
His hands are shaking. 

"Want us to get him?" asks Jerry 
very quietly. 

"I'll get him," says Harry and he 
picks up his hat and coat and leaves 
with Belle. 

"You want to finish the game?" 
asks Louie. 

'No," says Jerry. "I'm going out to 
the bar." 

"Right with you," says Louie. And 
the backroom is empty except for 
smoke and the pile of chips and 
cards on the table. 

Harry never talks about his kid 
sister after that. And the boys never 
open their traps about her in front of 
him but they know Joey has married 
BeUe and that Belle doesn't live with 
him. She lives with Harry and 

After a while Harry loosens up and 
all he says now is about Katie. Pretty 
soon, though, he is kidding around as 
he had before and the boys are call- 
ing him Happy Harry again. 

Harry and Louie and Jerry the 
Jiver get to be very good friends, 
very good friends indeed, and one 
(Continued on page 13) 


232 Oliver Avenue at Wood Street Pittsburgh, Pa. 

"Flowers That Talk^^ 

court 8846—8844 
Sully ISesta Harold Krongold 

March 16, 1944 


Page Eleven 


TIME ON HER HANDS by Peggy Chantler, '45 

Saturday night. The little bar was 
crowded. The clinliing of glasses 
was the only distinct sound in the 
thick confusion of gay talk and 
laughter. The men on the high bar 
stools looked like so many Humpty 
Dumpties on a wall. They were 
mostly older men, waiting impatient- 
ly for Joyce to come onto the little 
stage behind the bar and sit down 
at the mother of pearl electric organ 
to sing her songs . . . songs that she 
half talked so you couldn't miss 
their meanings. The glossy prints 
bordered with tarnished glittery stuff 
that graced the outside of the bar 
called her The Naughty Singer. She 
sang the same songs night after 
night, but no one ever seemed to get 
tired of them. But it wasn't the songs 
so much that brought in the cus- 
tomers. It was Joyce herself. 

The bar was doing good business 
and its customers always had a good 
time. Partly it was due to Jackson, 
the bartender. He made a practice of 
memorizing the new faces at the 
bar in front of him every night. He 
also remembered what drinks were 
ordered so the next time they came 
in he could say in a comradely man- 
ner, "Same thing, tonight?" That 
technique makes anyone feel im- 
portant. Yes, business was good . . . 
partly because of Jackson, but most- 
ly it w^as due to Joyce. 

The clock on the wall said eleven 
. . . time for Joyce's act. People be- 
gan looking at wrist watches . . . 
checking against the big clock, hop- 
ing it wasn't fast. At last a door 
opened at the far end of the room. 
Clapping and whistling and stamp- 
ing of feet started at the door and 
followed Joyce to the stage. Her 
smile flashed and the applause in- 
creased. Joyce had the trick of smil- 
ing at a bar full of people and mak- 
ing each one feel that the smile was 
meant just for him. She held both 
hands outstretched in a gesture 
that said she was grateful. Jackson 
mixed a double shot of Scotch .and 
soda and put it on the edge of the 

Joyce sat down and started to 
thump out a syncopated bass with 
her le^t hand while she lifted the 
glass to her mouth with the other. 
She drained the glass in four swal- 
lows and started to sing . . . "Sally, 
Sally, sittin' in the shoe shine shop 
. . ." There "was nothing subtle 
about . Joyce. Nothing subtle . about 

her too-red hair, her figure, or the 
green dress proclaiming to the world 
that it was green. 

Smoke from all brands of cigar- 
ettes climbed lazily to the low ceil- 
ing where it hung like a blue-gray 
blanket. Down at the far end of the 
semi-circular bar, a briar pipe held 
in a mannish hand added its darker 
smoke to the atmosphere. On the 
third finger was a Harvard ring, class 
of '42. The smoke rose from the pipe 
to the face that went with the hands. 
The dark eyes were fixed intently on 
Joyce's back . . . on a little split in 
the seam of her dress that opened 
and shut revealing a glimpse of w^hite 
skin as she lifted her arms to strike 
the keys and struck them. 

The boy ■waited until Jackson had 
mixed another drink for Joyce and 
then beckoned to him. 

"Another beer?" asked Jackson. 

"Yeah," he answered. 

Jackson brought the drink and the 
boy tossed a quarler on the counter. 

"With or without?" asked Jackson. 


Jackson slanted the thick glass and 
slid the beer in. The boy drank half 
of it and then got up and quickly 
left the bar. 

That night after the evening's 
work, Joyce sat in her dressing room. 
It was com'ortably warm, but she 
remembered the time when she first 
came to work for Jackson over two 
years ago and the room had been 
cold. Since then Jackson had had 
heat installed in the little back room 
to make the star of his bar more 
comfortable. She kicked off her spike 
heeled shoes and her her tired bare 
foot in her hand, rubbing the arch 
gently. The last customers had drift- 
f ed out of the bar an dshe was grate- 
ful for the silence . . . truly grate- 
ful. It wasn't the same sort of grate- 
fulness she felt when she held out 
her hands in the practiced gesture to 
acknowledge the applause of her 
fans. She was tired of the whole bus- 
iness, tired .of the smile that she 
turned off and on like a spigot, tired 
of traveling home alone on buses at 
two-thirty every morning, tired of 
the faces of men who had seen 
younger and happier days. She w^as 
even tired of the songs. She thought 
she might like to sing something like 
Tales from the Vienna Woods or 
Gilbert and Sulivan instead. The 
thousht made her laugh at her fool- 

She thought of Jackson too, in the 
silence. He was a good guy all right. 
He had been good to her, even when 
she first came and he didn't know 
what a success she was going to be. 
He was one of those people that are 
just born good, she supposed. She 
didn't quite know why she wouldn't 
m.arry him. Maybe if he asked her 
again she "would. But he had long 
since given up as a losing game. He 
hadn't asked her to marry him for 
a long time, but there was always 
that sort of soft look in his eyes when 
he looked at her. 

She looked at the dainty gold 
watch on her wrist that Jackson had 
given her on her last birthday, her 
twenty-seventh, and then changed 
quickly into street clothes. This 
thinking didn't get you anywhere. 
She would have to hurry to catch 
the bus. 

The next week along as usual. 
Joyce smiled at the familiar faces 
and sang the same songs. She had 
done both so often she didn't have 
to think much about either. She 
studied the new faces as she sang. 
It broke the monotony. There was a 
young girl over in the corner drink- 
ing her third whisky sour in half 
an hour. The kid's too young to be in 
a place like this, thought Joyce. And 
again she wanted to sing Strauss. 

She envied the girl, somehow. She 
was just starting out and could learn 
to know anything. Joyce hoped she 
wouldn't go the same way she had, 
because once you got started in this 
business, it was hard to get out of it. 
It was hard to meet nice people . . . 
people who liked Strauss and read 
bool^ and v^rent to the theatre and 
sent their children to college . . . 
hard if you were a singer in a lit- 
tle dive. 

As she turned to leave the stage at 
the end of her act, she noticed an- 
other new face at the end of the 
bar ... a boy's face. He was smok- 
ing a pipe. For a moment his eyes 
met hers and then she had passed 
him. They w^ere pretty eyes, she 
thought, as she walked to her dress- 
ing room. And he had the kind of 
hair you'd like to run your fingers 

That night after closing time there 
was a knock on her door, i :. 

"Come in," she said, hurriedly 
buttoning up her shabby gray dress. 
(Continued on page 12) 

Page Twelve 


March 16, 1944 


The door opened and Jackson came 

"Hiya, Baby." 

"Hi, Jackson." 

"Tired?" he asked. 

"Kinda," she replied. 

Jackson was the only one that 
ever asked her if she were tired and 
she liked him for it. She guessed he 
was about the kindest guy anywhere. 
He looked tired himself. 

"You don't look exactly lively 
yourself," she said smiling. This time 
the smile meant something. 

"I'm not tired," he said, "just got 
somethin' on my mind." 

"Unburden, kid," she said, patting 
him on the shoulder as if he were a 
younger brother. 

Jackson sat down on the soft chair 
and looked up at her. He has a nice 
face, Joyce thought. Sorta homely, 
like Lincoln, only Lincoln probably 
didn't have freckles. 

"There's been a college boy comin' 
in here regular the last week and 
a half." Jackson paused and looked 
intently at Joyce. "Do you know who 
he's been lookin' at, Baby?" 

"Me, I hope," she answered. 

"That's right, but I don't think 
you'd like the way he's been doin' 

Jackson got up and walked to the 
door. With his hand on the knob he 
said, "Good-night, Baby. I'll be seein' 
you tomorrow night." 

And with that he was gone. 

Joyce finished dressing and went 
through the darkened bar room to 
the door. She locked the door from 
the outside and walked out into a 
January blizzard. Pulling her collar 
up around her neck, she hurried 
down the street. She saw a man 
standing at the corner and hurried 
past him. 

"Hello, there," he said as she 

Joyce quickened her pace, but the 
man caught up with her. 

"Hey, w^ait a minute," he said. His 
Voice sounded nice . . . kind of 
cultured . . . and young. 

"Please don't follow me," She said 
wishing that she sounded firmer. 

"If you'll just give me a chance 
to introduce myself, you'll see that 
I'm all right," he said persistently 
and rather charmingly. 

As they ■walked along in the snow, 
he told her that his name was James 
Robert Hamilton III, that he had 
graduated from Harvard (he showed 
her the ring to prove it), and that 
he lived in Lake Forrest, Illinois. 

Before she knew it, he had