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Vol. XIII, No. 3 MercyhursU College, Erie, Pa November 24, 1942

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Yesterday or Tomorrow? s
s A CHINA TEACUP
ft

s
s
s
i Once again the Thanksgiving sea- The rest of the set hasn't been broken, as is so often-the case with an-
son is here; once again the papers, tique chinaware; the rest of the set just never existed. For this was the
magazines, sermons, and speeches are beginning of a dream, not the cherished remains.
filled with oft-used expressions. My uncle isn't sentimental, at least never openly so, and his library which
We are told that we should set is accessible to, but seldom entered by others, is prosaic and unimaginative
aside this day as one on which to be in the extreme. On the sill of one window which brightens its interior is
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thankful for the many blessings!we the only object in the library<which is out of keeping with my uncle's
have received; that • we should look habitat and personality. On the bare wood sits a solitary china teacup so
fragile that the shaft of
into the past, offering sunlight shines through
bur humble praise for WARTIME THANKSGIVING it, rather than on it,
those things which have making it glow like some
been given us; that we T h e y show their thanks in such a thankless way: illuminated chalice.
•should spend in medita- Ueroically, on bloodstained shores, our boys fight on today.
tion on and praise and " A merica, home of the free, we must keep safe!" they cry. "I just like it," he once
Thanksgiving for that answered, when, as a
: which God has gracious- " M o tyrant with his mangled brain shall win from us this war! child, I had questioned
him concerning it. Many
I ly offered us. All these I f nowvye not what we are fighting for? years later I came to
sentiments w e h a v e
Cecurity and liberty; a peaceful, sunny sky! know»that its story was
heard again and again:
ririefless hearts and tearless eyes to teach us love once more! connected with the fad-
they are apparently as
ed snapshot of a young
J much a part of Thanks- Into the sea of victory for this our life-blood pours. girl in a white uniform
j ^ving as turkey | and \ / i c t o r y ! Toward thee we strive and ever onward plod. which was always in his
cranberry sauce. Who wallet. He and the slim
could picture Thanksgiv- I n thee alone can we attain these longed-for, fought-for goals.
young girl had been en-
f ing without the usual ap- M o freedom shall we know again 'til we have bathed our souls gaged when the-fUnited
pearance of just sweetly (Gloriously in martyr's blood and found the'road to God!" States entered the first
> spiritual poems, s u p - —Kay Dineen World War, and* both
se(
P° Ny thought-provok- were called to active
ln
K sermons, and pan- in France. He returned; she
nually-used editorials ? 1 duty
did not.
But sometimes don't you become
Just a
little tired of these oft-re- SINGING ALONG The memory behind this dainty cup
nted ramblings? Don't you sigh is his alone; he has never told*its
w
*h expected boredom as you begin WITH LUCILLE story. Perhaps it was the beginning
rea( of her "hope chest"—a beautiful bit
»ng the literary I offerings of the
season? *f it i s r e a l l y amazing that of rare china, forlornly out of place
yearr ai fi ° Once upon a time, Long, Long Ago, in the musty, cluttered window of an
^er year you, as an average there was a beautiful Southern Belle,
j American, sit stolidly back in your who had been christened Lucille, but antique shop. Together they may
arr
* chair and allow the same phrases who might have been mistaken for have stopped to investigate these
2 be
thrown at you in the same Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair. relics of the past, and her girlish
manner. heart reached out to this teacup with
She lived with an old Negro couple its hint of old fashioned drawing
^Naturally, we do have a great deal Way Down Upon thejSwanee River.
1 t 0 b e tna
rooms and lovely ladies in lace.
mortk^
r than e
nkful, this year However, hers was an unhappy life
to ® ver, and we should pause of solitude, for a Rambling Wreck Her own slender fingers, as she
Ur h u m b l e
fuln ° Prayer of grate- from Georgia Tech had broken her handled it, were visible through the
t 0 <mr Cre
not tv ator. Still, would heart. One day, feeling that she translucent glass. The delicate etch-
1 8 b e a )etter time our
|«eC ives .
f o r ! taflftl - could stand the loneliness not longer, ing in gold and the pastel beauty of
Ithan to re what lies ahead, rather she went to Mammy and confessed: the flowers which adorned it seemed
f W h J view the past ? "AH Alone, I'm So All Alone. I'm
Wh a reflection of her own loveliness.
Ca
&not ch been has been: that we
< going to Shuffle Off to Buffalo." With
these words she packed her suitcase Laughingly they bought it, because
before us lies a future fraught (Continued on page 8, col, 2)
(Continued on page 8, col. 2) (Continued on page 7, col v X)
 THE MJLE.R C IfA>~D November 24, 1942
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THE M NAME CALLING

Published semi-monthly by the Do you wrack your brains trying to get assignment*
students of Mercyhurst College
done? Are you constantly being called upon to do odd duties!
Editor—Martha Haley
Assistant Editors
about the school, to speak at assemblies, to write for the news-
^ Anne Johnson paper, to head a committee? ~Are you always obliging—loaning
Jane Walsh
out notes to class loafers and then staying up after lights to
Editorial Board do your studying for^the test? Do you stay in Saturday after.
Literary Editor _ _ - i . — — Alvlna McDermott noons to study—pass up a swell day in town? You do! Sister,
Art Eidtor .- Elinor KI08
Business Manager. Mary Ellen Linney you're a "sucker"!
BUSINESS STAFF} Eileen Fitzgerald, Mary Kirby, Anne Are You A %'er K
Kane, Catherine O'Rourke, Dorothy O'Hara, Elinor Klos,
> Mary O'Hara, Eileen Beagle, Mary Taylor Do you-] take assignments flightly, unhurriedly, not bothering
ASUftCf rfflMTINQ ft LITKO CO.. (NIC. H ,
to get them done if a good movie pops in on Friday night? Are
you constantly refusing to contribute to the ^activities of your
college because you are too busy—reading Movie Story, McCalls,
It Was A Beautiful Thought Super Man ? Are you constantly tearing in a t the last minute
Those who; blandly assert that America is a with a deadline assignment—obviously not your own? Do you
pagan land would ^do well to pause and reflect spend % of your time in the lounge—or sleeping? |YoU do!
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that the American people have established cus- Sponger! Loafer! Under miner of democracy and school spirit!
toms in this country which carry with them deep
How many can proudly say that they are "suckers"? One out]
and thoroughly spirtiual implications. We might
of ten, maybe. The other nine, probably once so-called "suckers,"i
call Memorial Day, Mother's Day, Armistice Day,
now boast that they just can't get anything done around herej
and Thanksgiving national holydays, for each in
its own way is prompted by its own lovely senti- anymore J their assignments are never done; and they didn't get]
ments, serves to turn our minds to the heavens. one "A" this semester. They've developed into loung-ers, sophis-j
ticated back-talkers, and gripers. They laugh without shame at!
It was a beautiful thought that prompted their ignorance of current news, books, and great music. Their]
the Pilgrims of New England to set aside the c}iief topics of conversation are "Isn't Victor Mature conceited?",!
last Thursday of November to be a day of "No Men," and'i "Wonder why John Payne and Ann2 Shirley
Thanksgiving. We should be proud that it is an broke u p ? " HBl] L
American holiday, for usually men do not think
to thank—they remember only to ask. Ask This Question liflai '
We of America who in the past may have been At this point it's time to ask ourselves a question ? What did
prone to disregard Thanksgiving's spiritual con** I come to college for? Are my ideas just as big as when I first 1
notation, to associate the day with gobbling tur- came to school ? Or—have I followed the path of least resistance |
keys, with family feasts and football games, will because some students who are definitely not "college material]
undoubtedly observe the day this year more sob- have taunted and flaunted at me—"sucker"! Study cat! Have
erly, more reflectively. I given up Daily Mass and Communion and taken to going to the
Thanksgiving was born inlthe grateful hearts lounge because some slackers swear I'm "joining up"? Do you
of men who faced|death|and danger every time avoid the library for fear of being tagged "studious" ? | You do?
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they left their rude frontier cabins, was born in Jellyfish! ^ J Iff
the hearts of men who were desperately con- It's all too true that a great percentage of the talent that
vinced they 'could not survive without the con- enters college dies a quick death or lies dormant because the in-
tinued blessings of God. dividual is too lazy to compete with better than average'minds.
This November, Thanksgiving again dawns in So she takes on a careless attitude and indifferent^air'and then
the lives of Americans who face death and heckles the lire out of someone Who has the nerve and courage to
danger, comes to Americans who possibly better I keep standards high! ffiH
understand the blessings of past Thanksgivings It's tim e for the "suckers" to fly their banners and stick up for
now that some of those blessings have been with- their rights, to squelch a few "spongers" and "loafers" and really
drawn. This year we should return to the orig- show them who the real suckers are! H 3
inal 1 spiritual observance of Thanksgiving; and, —Fran Honeck
though gratitude may mingle with supplication,
a "thank you" with a "please," our prayer to the
Giver of all good gifts will not be unheard when This is ourfirstLiterary Paper
we tell Him that even now, in this year of 1942, It is our hope thai as an organ for publishing
we cannot survive without His continued blessings. students* thoughts, it may, at a later time, become a
—Rev. Alfred M. Watson separate LITERARY MAGAZINE.

A Thanksgiving Prayer
n e US ankful t0day M a k e us thankful th
us for n KML T ' ^ ' *>' * 'ove You have bestowed upon
Sch ls w h e r e
those who car ^^for ^ i J ^ * W ^ "1 ^ * " "" °° ™ « sheltered and guided by
1S Ur A m e r i c a a n d f o r t h o s e w h 0 a r e
S f ^ / 1 ^ • -° ' l i v i n g to keep it ours. Make us
m 8 P d a n d COmf<>rted u s a n d w h 0
^ T , F o ^ l H° , i, r fcaveshared so unselfishly our joys and
W fr m Y U d e a r
nox
o tomy
o n ltor
*fo V a r ^ e v t Z f T* T ^ « ^
today, but every day throughout the ye ar to come—Amen, p" ^ ^ ° ° ' ^ d , make us thankful
—(Clara Reed)
 November 24, 1942 THE MBRCIAD Page 3

I ARE .MERCYHURST GIRLS SNOBS? A Ballad] of

A FRESHMEN'S POINT* OF VIEW Thanksgiving Day )

What are our girls like? Do they gather in little cliques and accept into It was sixteen-hundred twenty, .
4. their circle only those who are fortunate enough to possess both wealth and When a weary, battered band
grace ? Are they kind or do their tongues lash at one and another's reputation Of a hundred righteous Pilgrims
without ceasing ? Are they sympathetic and generous or do they assume the Came struggling to land.
modern airs of sophistication ?
These are the questions the fresh- •——— — (Down in Santo Domingo
men asked themselves. These are the After seven weeks of studying Stood a university
questions our friends at home put Mercyhurst girls, we can say that Where Indian professors marked
tO US. }jj| there is an air of distinction about Her diamond jubilee.)
It was impossible for us to give them, but that they most certainly • i fc. * Mil p. j
them an immediate reply. Just as our are not snobs. —Betty McCabe With anchor dropped at Plymouth,
subjects were new and awe inspiring, They fell upon their knees,
so also were the people in this new Grateful for a land where they
world we had found. They had to be It Won't Be Long Now Could worship as they pleased.
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studied; and only after seven weeks Two more hours, and we'll be on our m ,i
of living with Mercyhurst girls do ways (Olaf gazed down from Heaven
we now know the answers. Home for Thanksgiving vacation to On a green Icelandic wood,
We strolljthrough school halls and spend four glorious days! ' Where, five centuries ago,
are greeted by smiling faces. We sit We'll have a big dinner of Turkey A bishopric had stood.)
among classmates at dinner and mar- and stuff
vel at the lack of petty gossip in their And won't have to put the bill on our They hailed the red-skinned Indian,
talk, When pangs of loneliness come cuff; After their prayer had ceased,
upon us there are girls to sympathize We'll stay out all night on parties And invited him to sit with them
and console. There is here a spirit and such, At their Thanksgiving feast.
which unites us in pleasures, worries, But on our way back we'll all need
and grief. a crutch! (Down in the swamps and sunshine
—Eileen^'Reagle Of Florida's bleak shore,
The Jesuits were baptizing
Be Loving And They Will Never Want For Love A hundred Indians more.)
I am curious. First, long ago, death intrigued me. I thought about it and The following spring, no corn cleaved
decided, as many had done, that death was the "greatest mystery in life." The frozed Plymouth sod.
But then the death of Him who died in Golgotha presented another dilemna. (In Canada the Greyrobes
Was death or love really the greatest mystery ? What made God give His Were harvesting for God.)
life for us? It was love—a love which will never die, an emotion which the
centuries have not yet defined. Dear Lord, we kneel before Thee
But are we worthy of that love? j With gratitude to pray
tell Him that we want to love Him
Some of us who are starved for want For our country's heritage of Faith,
and that He can instill this love in us
of* love and who seek in vain for it On this Thanksgiving day.
because He is omnipotent.
nave not been able to appreciate the —Jane Walsh
magnitude of God's love for us. Why ? As we grow up spiritually, we will
Because we have never tried to go to be able to find many channels for an
outflow of this love. How?* Simply
Him, especially when He is alone, to
by loving our neighbor and by helping Did You Know?
him, for regardless of who he may be, Did you J know thatt George Gersh-
he is one of God's little ones. Again, win received the inspiration for his
we can express this love by endeavor- famous "Rhapsody in Blue" from the
ing to restrain our temper, our wits chimes of ^ St. Peter's Cathedral 'in
A dusty road winds up the hill,
which* perhaps give pain to others. Erie. Listen to them some day and
Tall graceful poplars line the
Love also requires that we withhold you will find yourself humming the
;; way
our judgments of others, for the right familiar melody.
The distant, ivy-covered mill to judge belongs only to Him to whom Did you know that a western uni-
Lies desolate in the dying day. our hearts belong. versity is now holding "pre-dawn
All day upon that road no feet Do you know what has been offered classes" beginning at 2 A. M. And
have trod; to those who love the sweet Jesus as we're still yawning at 8:25! Ah well,
No peering eyes have scanned fervently as they are able? St. "e'est la guerre." i t
I the lonely ruin. Thomas Aquinas tells us that "the Did you know thatjthe first Fresh-
Only time and life onward plod, vision of God in Heaven will be in man of the class of '63 has been en-
Accompanied by a martial tune. proportion to our love of God on rolled at Mercyhurst? She is little
earth." The Little Flower, that mod- Miss Mary Ann Simson, age 7 months,
*or men forget their common life ern saint of ours, said, "Love can be daughter of Mary Ciaola Simson,
Ag war clouds dim the sky, repaid by love alone." $ class of '35, formerly of Titusville,
And all is ruled by hate and strife But remember that love forgives now of Kalamazoo, Mich. Mary Ann's
Where men go out to die. and forgets. Regardless of what father is Dr.*Clyde.Simson, Director
—Gloria Middleton (Sontinued on page 8, col. 3) of Clinical Research in Kalamazoo.
 November 24, 1942
THE MfcE R C I A P
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MEE T ALMA urkey

^gj^y
MATER , .^i^lotntiAnerv on your class ring,
€alk
On the trunk of Pa Latson's tree
This note was hung for all to see: |
why it is the Mercyhurst seal' "A fowl meeting will be held at four
. , !.„ f u„ Middle Ages, when the Moors Under the gate and behind the door.
Mercy-coat-of-arms dates back to the MiddKAg ^
The
„ „ „ ravaging Christendom, Prin* > » " « £ £ * christian slaves as
were Gather there all ye feathered fowl,
Moslems, vowed to spend h » We a.d ng and hberat J ^ Ducks, chickens, gobblers and all.
•~ ri^tea : i r wh'ided r r r of SJW -««, »
raised up St. Peter Nolaseo, who founded
Your lives at present are at stake!
Be sure to come and participate."
1228 for the ransoming of Christianj
The barnyard was abuzz at four
bondsmen.
The seal of this order combined a
THE THRILLER As they gathered at the stable door.
The chief hatchet-dodger, Hay Lee,
red cross, symbolizing blood shed in The night was black as ink. from within
the defense of Christ, and the arms (Just think!) £ * Called to them, "What are you guys
of Aragon, expressing gratitude to Behind him yawned a deep pit. waiting for?" j |
the benefactor, Prince James. (Ho-hum!) (Hmm, lost my inspiration)
When Mother McAuley adapted St. Before him the monster roared.
Henfruit Reagle and Fitz Fricassee,
Peter's order for women, she likewise (Grr!) {• .
As they cackled together with glee,|
adopted the Mercy seal. And bared his teeth.
Told of the Turkey Trot that was
TheEmotto, "Carpe Diem," is part (Say "Ah!") |
given *
of a famous quotation from Horace: From the depths of the cave. With not enough men and too many
"Carpe diem, quam minimum credule (Brrrrrrrrr!) women.
postero." "Seize the opportunity, and A maiden's voice screamed.
do not trust the morrow." (EEEK! IA mouse!) The meeting was called to order
Suddenly he felt something slimy And the feather list was read,
Horace's pagan philosophy in this To find that Cackler Kirby !
quotation was "seize the opportunity" under his feet. *
Was not there, but home in bed.
for earthly pleasure and success; but (Shucks! Only a banana peel.)
Mercyhurst, as a Catholic college, Cold sweat trickled down\his neck. Chairman Hay Lee flapped for
urges her daughters to "seize the op- (Prip, drip!) attention
portunity" to further the {cause of ; To ask if any could offer a suggestion
The [hot breath of the monster
Christ and of Christian education. To give our thanks to F. P. R»
came closer. For only one Thanksgiving Day
$0 when you see your college seal, (Puff, puff!)
this y'ar.
remember its significance and its When suddenly-
motto, "Carpe Piem," and keep it the Turkey Torm gushed forth this
spirit of 'Mercyhurst. (Turn to page eight) thought;
That pigs this year should be in
the pot,
ARE YOU GUILTY? Instead of fowl, which always nave
been
The feature attraction even "'way
For a country engaged in a war whose outcome will determine whether back when."
parents and children will live together or in scattered, Godless,* spiritless
military camps, America is certainly a calm, self-satisfied nation. Gobbler Geary popped up from the
back »
Isn't It WorthlThe Effort That she'had seen Pa Latson thru*
America, is it because you are so so without conscience as toibe with- I crack j
suave and so courageous that you are out even a slight feeling of anxiety And so must dispense this meeting I
veiling your anxious concern for your and desire to help in this life or quick ,I
boys and your very existence with a death struggle? You are America.
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Else in their necks would be a ni«*j
complacence merely effected to de- What is your excuse?
ceive the enemy? Or is it that you Is There More To Po? Thru the stable door they all flew |
do not believe your present constitu- w
I Right into the arms of you know ^°j
tion is the best government for you ? You probably proclaim with much So 'til next year and
Po you believe that it isn't worth the indignation: "My brother is serving another meeting,
effort to preserve your priceless, God- overseas.
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I write to him regularly. We end this farce with a
given privileges, that those whojare never stop worrying about his safe- Thanksgiving greeting
so unselfishly sacrificing everything ty! or forget what he is doing for "Praise the Lord and pass
so as to save America for you are his country!" All this is probably the turkey."
dying for a worthless; cause? true, but isn't there a great deal more
Are you so without sense as to you can do? t f P.S. The late Puck Pineen
{never did get there.
hesitate concerning these things, or (Continued on page 7, col. 3)
—The Five Turk!
 November 24, 1942
Saturday Convincing
"Should I or shouldn't I?'* is the
perennial question. I'm sure you are
following my train of thought.
I really should be in the library;
but then I just can't miss Tyrone
Power. I think he s wonderful, don't
you? And, after all, I could work all
this evening and tomorrow in the
'library. I^really don't have too much
work to do—or do I? Oh well, if I
do stay at school, UI would probably
get drawn into a "bull session," any-
how. Hmmm! A meal at the Den
certainly would taste delicious to-
night! Think I'll just take a stroll
down to Mamie's room and f get her
view on the matter.
Oh! But Mamie . . . Mamie's a big
help! Where do you think I found
her? That's right, half-buried under
a stack of books in the library. Now
I really do feel guilty! Well, I might
as well start that essay that has been
disturbing my dreams for weeks.
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MEMORIES WHICH LAST FOREVER
Th beautifuI
, x n I: allege on the hills has always a little placelin my heart.
Why? Because its atmosphere always brings me dreams, dreams of past
years, dreams which last forever—those of my home in Puerti Rico.
Sitting near my window I can now see the pine-clean hills which are so
often covered with snow, the little pond. But then, for contrast, I am pre-
pared to go back to that other part of me—that dreamy island in the Atlantic,
Puerto Rico. Backjpiome, I close my eyes and hear again my first serenade!
It was a serene tropical night when, f — j—_ __'
near my bed, I heard the voice of my through the*pines' arms on the road.
sister whispering, "Come on, come All the while, softly, with melodic
on, let's go to the window. Someone rhythm, the voices of "Our Knights"
is playing." came to us. Then I envied the Span-
Not slowly (for H never can do ish maiden to whom her tradition per-
anything if not with plenty of ac- mitted the opening of the window and
tion) I got up, opened our colored the throwing of a flower to her gal-
glass window a little. Then I realized, lant troubador. Yet, helped ^by my
as never before I had done, the beauty imagination, I was enjoying myself
of my place, all the things for which with this dream of old Spain when
I ought to thank heaven. The sky the voice of my father called me back
had millions of. stars shining and, to reality. The moment passed but
among them, the moon laughed at the forever that first serenade will reign
figures her light made when_,passing in me.
sgtwng
• tL •

|f But I do want to see Tyrone Power!

I know! Perhaps I could get an ^in-
spiration for my essay from the
movie. In fact, I'm almost sure I
could. You know what \ a terrible
tmtrr
time I always have, trying to find an
idea for The Merciad or for English Ummm! Do I smell something good? I don't! Then I must be having a
class. So I really won't be wasting terrible case of nasal hallucinations, but it's the nicest feeling ever. Even
the afternoon at all. I know my as- with my eyes shut tightly I can see the air practically dripping with the
I pungent steam of sage and dressing,.spices and pumpkin pies.
signments are heavier than ever this Fluffy white potatoes make beautiful snow banks upon which mellow brown
week-end; ;but after I get a subject giblet gravy sled rides. Green peas like a myriad of over-grown molecules,
for that essay, I'll have clear sailing. bump-deliciously into one another in a pool of white cream sauce. And next
Did She Catch The Bus? to these-Hn pleasing contrast sets the cranberry sauce, dignified in military-
So if I'm going to catch that quar- like molds.
ter to one bus, I'll have to hurry- See Pickles, relishes, and jellies make *? —
you all in the library tomorrow! small dots on a table already filled m e a t p j e s a n ( j whipped cream, can-
Dorothy McCarron with such appetizing food. Mince d i c d s w e e t potatoes, perfection salads
^and fruit cocktails only teasetand
tempt the palate. And there, in all his
«* m. THANKSGIVING m glory, in the seat of honor, rests the
stuffed bird waiting and begging to
Perhaps your^father, brother, or sweetheart is in there fighting and per- be carved.
haps you will not be able to see him when you are home for Thanksgiving. Around* the overloaded table, eyes
But remember that this is tire month of the Holy Souls. So why not offer that are always, as now, of a much
this up for them and think: ' larger diameter than the stomachs to
What... If the United States did not have a|Thanksgiving? which they belong, gaze fixedly and
Ilf we could not come to Mercyhurst and gain the excellent?train- rapturously at the bill of fare.
11 ? ing it offers? \
hen we met one .?
anotheri
If we could not say "Hello" wi_
H % If we did not have any food to ration? Sing For Your
v
If we did not have a home to which to return?
If we did not believe that, if we prayed long enough and hard
Country
enough, God would grant us peace? < A a reminder to you song lovers,
. Yes, what if all these things were true? Thinking it over, we have much how many of you know the second
for
which to thank God. We should not fret because a few people are not stanza of the national anthem? It
at h
°me. Thank God that home is still there and pray that the Thanks- should be your patriotic duty to
glvingjof 1943 will be a real Thanksgiving with all our loved ones again know it is well as the top tune of
beside us. *. •* 1 4 . the day.
Dolores DiVincenzo
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GOING HOME
Thanksgiving time always means
more to us at Mercyhurst than other
holiday week-ends, for it means that
we are "going home" to spend four
long - anticipated)* days with our
families.
But in this year of 1942 our long-
ing is just a little less acute. We've
lost something; perhaps it is our
characteristic lightfceatrtedness and
devil-may-care outlook. Whatever it
was, this year our happy, eager
smiles will be a little bid dimmed, a
little bit darkened by the gloomy
thoughts of our America at War.
In former years there has been a
sort of universality of good cheer at
the coming of this traditional United
States' "feast" day; today, however,
we lack that essential element of uni-
versality. So many of us are sad-
dened by thoughts of a vacant place
at our Thanksgiving tables: a brother,
a father; where are they spending
their day?
More indirectly, some of us are
downcast because "a certain some-
(Continued on page 8, col. 1)
GARB - Al- QUE
Once again we take .up our pen to write about fashions and glamour a la
mode. We feel, somehow, that in these discouraging days, women need a
stimulus throughout the duration 'to bolster their spirits. But what can
it be? Perhaps clothes can help us, even it we don't have any exciting
date for which, to wear them. Nevertheless, we do feel more confident and
poised when we are all "prettied up."
Make The Most Of It, Girls
Many changes have already been
made since the development of the
present war and there are more to
come. These changes have appeared
not only in the rationing of various
food-stuffs, of tires and gasoline, but
of clothing as well. However, we
need not fear at this moment that our
personal appearance must be affected
by this. Substitutes will be manu-
factured which will serve the purpose.
We will make the most of what we
have and we will do it uncomplain-
ingly. 4&
Of course, we al 1 know how impos-
sible it is in most towns to purchase
silk stockings, much less our favorite
nylons. They "were" wonderful but
we can learn to be satisfied with
rayons. Seamless rayons are being
sold which will be nice under anklets
during those cold months' which lie
a^iead. Then too, there are the two-
thread rayons which can hardly be
distinguished from nylons (at a dis-
THE MERCIAD November 24, 1942
AT YOUR LEISURE
What shall we do with our spare time? Men are growing more scarce
every day, and Saturday evening at school without a movie is not a pleasanfi
prospect. What a life! § Hr • * I
Here at school, there is ^usually plenty to do (besidesJ work, believe it
or not!): movies, Fun Night, club activities, class parties, and 'Troll ses-
sions But if you do find yourself confronted with I a dull week-endj
there are a great many occupations which may seem like5work, but which
are actually sources of pleasant |Telaxation. For''instance, how about those
new books in the library that you've —
always wanted |to read? Books al- Isn't there something you've always
ways guarantee enjoyment for every- wanted to talk about, something that
one. impressed you or bothered you ? Well,
Or why not start a scrap-book of put it down on paper. I It will sound
poems, cartoons, pictures, or clipj- better than you think.Hlncidentally,
pings? Pick out subjects or noted dare we mention those -letters you've
persons that interest you and follow beenl persuadingfyourself to answer
them up in books, papers and maga- all these weeks ? (We haveleight of
zines. Crossword puzzles are fun, them right now!) ^mgSBE^m •
too; so arm yourself with a ..diction- Another suggestion — you'll never
ary and go to it. You won't want to regret joining the large J crowd of
stop! Mercyhurst knitters;4for this is a
Now then, please don't laugh when form of relaxation that you can take
we ask you if you have ever tried with you almost anywhere, mjjt
writing. It seems to be instinctive If you have three or four evenings
for us to say, "Oh, I couldn't do that," free (though we doubt it), try learn*
as if we had to be Shakespeares or ingf to play gin rummy or practice
Miltons to write a story or essay. up on your ping pong ? Both are stim-
ulating to say the least! H H S
By the^way,fdidn't you tell your
"roomie" just the other day that you
were getting tired of-looking at the
four bare walls of your "little nest"?
. . .
a
Well, Good Housekeeping has if
leaflet called "Leading a Dorm Life
which simply teems with clever ideas
for iinexpensive gadgets and decora-
tions for your room. It's surprising
tance). We can become accustomed what a bit of gingham and ingenuity
to these newer fashions and soon they will do.
may seem natural to us. Why not use your radio for some-
thing besides listening to Glenn Mil-
Stock Up On "Heels" ler? There are plenty of programs
for your entertainment if you can
We've also heard tell that high-
take time to look for them. And re-
heeled shoes are no longer going to
member, Friday at 10:16 isn't the
to be manufactured. Dealers say they
only time you can get the war news.
must conserve leather, so we must
You know, we can even listen to "Ber-
sacrifice our height for the extra
lin Radio" without being arrested if
width of soldier's shoes. No doubt
treason.
smart-looking styles will be designed;
but if we want to add a few inches at For those who complain that there a
any time, it would be well to stock nothing^to do in town besides go to a
up on "heels" now. One thing cer- show, we might suggest the new Brie
tain, you tall girls will now be in|
Museum or those varied and interest*
your glory! ing displays at the library* Afijj
And have you noticed how the we're not trying to be 'intellectual
street-length, "dressy dress" is sub- either!
stituting for the formal? Both cafe These suggestions could go on and
ur
society and Mercyhurst have aban- on; but we'll leave the rest to y° |
doned formalities. We too, are co- e
taste and ingenuity. What can ^
operating. do in our spare time? Plenty!
—Evelyn Gerbracht —Jane Walsh
 Mnyember 24, 1942
SINGING ALONG WITH LUCILLE
(Continued from page 1)
and, at About A Quarter to Nine, she
boarded the Chattanooga Choo Choo,
which was headed for the city.
At the same time Deep in the
Heart of Texas, Ragtime Cowboy Joe
with spurs that Jingle, Jangle, Jingle
got on A Bicycle Built for Two and
pedaled to New York.
There fate stepped in, for Lucille
and Joe met Between 18th and 19th
on Chestnut Street. At first they
chewed the well-known 12th Street
Rag and then he said: "Come Along
With Me, Lucille, in My Merry Olds-
mobile, for which I just traded my
1
bicycle.' She nodded assent and soon
they were off. Around the Corner
and Under the Tree he bought her a
corsage of Sweet i Violets. As they
rode merrily along the Street of Re-
grets, down the Boulevard of Broken
Dreams, he looked at her.coyly and
said: "Who Wouldn't Love You?
Who Wouldn't Care?" p f
Soon they passed through the
Bowery and arrived at Chinatown, My
Chinatown. Lucille turned to wink at
The Japanese Sandman who was serv-
ing Dinner For One, Please, James
at The Ritz. * £*
Since Joe and Lucille had traveled
for some time, they decided to stop at
The Tavern and have Cocktails for
Two. When The Waiter With the
Water came to take their order, Joe
said: "MoonlightsCocktails Are the
Thing."
After a brief Rendezvous'they left
the Tavern, drove down 42nd Street
to the Persian Market where they
ordered that delicate fruit known as
the banana. But, because of the
scarcity, they heard Yes, We Have No
Bananas, and so were satisfied with
Tangerine. £ **
Before they went Stomping at the
aavoy, they stopped at A Perfume
Counter, and it was there that Joe
«>ld her of His Devotion, I'm Getting
Sentimental Over You. So Take Me,
H p yours If You'll Take MeH
with outstretched arms, he mur-
mured: "It's A Sin To Tell AfLie;
Yo
» Made Me Love You." { And the sting of His chastening
And so they were married On A
Sunday In The Park. Now Mr. and
T'it Is T h e N a m e
- We've heard the
alk Of The Town—soon their theme
Son
e will be We Three
—Dorothy O'Hara*
T H I O R C I A D
Page 7
WE ALL MAY
t 0 S Rel,gl0n a m n g t h e f i n e arts as
the W£S? / , ° > ^ a t which expresses
been Z Ti ^ ^ " ^ ^ ^ ^ ¥ ««*"• ^ligion has long
been expressed through the media of other fine arts-literature, painting,
and song. Moreover, Religion <is*for the aesthete, the man who possesses
sensitiveness of spirit, mind, and soul. /
Can anyone rightly say that he loves music, sculpture, painting so deeply
that it awakens in him the deepest emotions, and yet, at the sai same time,
denounce ^Religion in every shape and form?
Tf Religion is truly a fine art, it is
the finest of the'fine. For it is based fine art toward which we should all
on the beautiful; it fills the most strive to be masters.
everyday life with beauty. And it Receiving Holy Communion, our
brings to a climax all earthly endeav-. God, ought to be our daily practice.!
ors with an eternal life surrounded, For does not the violinist become less
filled, abounding with a beauty which and less skillful as he neglects daily
cannot but give joy to all who seek practice? The true masters of music,
the mysteriousness of its powers. literature, and painting spend hours
Music and art are intangible. We practicing the better to know and
cannot hold a note of music. We can realize their gift. Is not faith a gift?
It is our.responsibility andjyet our
no more account for the genius that
pleasure to know our God better, to
lies behind the pen of the composer,
or for the inspiration which guides know His Religion, our Religion, the
the hand of the painter than we can fine art from whose noble emotions
know the indefinite genius and won- all other fine arts are kindled.
der of God who is the Glory of all re- Constant daily practice of Religion
ligion, i will bring us the lasting immortality
for which all fine artists strive. Re-
Religion is the fine art{by which ligion will give all who utilize that
we common folk, who have not the gift .immortality of the soul—which
gift of verse nor talent with brush, is the greatest talent given by God
can express those noble emotions to all mankind.
which arise within all of us. It is the
-i-Frances Honek
ARE YOU GUILTY?
< (Continued from page 4)
You can keep informed about the
happenings in your states and na-
tional governments. You'should lis-
ten with interest to the infor-
mation given by intelligent, trust-
worthy American patriots. You should
not credulously!accept the headlines
and by-lines of any newspapers which
are most likely partisan and self-
seeking. You should not, then, with
sincere assurance, pass on these falla-
THANKSGIVING cies to fellow Americans/' For it is by
your ignorance of facts that you are
The roar of the world is in my ears distributing the propaganda which
Thank God for the roarjof the you really wish to destroy.
world!
Thank God'for the mighty tide of Dedicate Our Sacrifices
tears I know^you would sacrifice just as
Against us always hurled! much, just as heroically as our sol-
diers if this were asked of you. But
Thank God for the bitter and we» must now dedicate the time dur-
ceaseless strife, ing which they are fighting for us to
all the facts of endeavor and priva-
rod! tion possible.
Thank God for the stress and the Therefore, be suave, be calm, but
pain of life, be alive! Wake up, America, that you
And oh, thank God for God! might put the Axis to sleep.
I —Joyce Kilmer Mary F. MacPherson

Page 8
1 DAISY DWARFS
A Year's Campaign|
Don't we all like to be consider-
ed well-bred? Yet many of us con-
stantly violatefthe one trait which
is most indicative of good breeding
—courtesy.
It has been the custom here at
Mercyhurst to set aside a week
each year during which the Junior
Class has sponsored a concentrated
campaign for courtesy. Because of
the importance of courtesy in our
daily lives, the Junior Class this
year is going to try to make every
week Courtesy Week during this
year-long campaign.
Emerson has said: "Life is not
so short but there is always time
for courtesy.
THE THRILLER
(Continued from page 4)
Don't miss this thrilling novel in
your Daily Saturday Gazoop!}
—The Doodle
GOINGjHOME
(Continued from page 6)
one," lucky enough to be still in col-
lege, cannot come home this Novem-
ber. Sparse transportation! facilities
and steppe d-up class $ schedules make
it impossible.
Yes, it will be an unusual Thanks-
giving, this wartime celebration, and
yet it will be heightened in solemnity
and in blessedness. For we really
have much for which to offer thanks:
enough to eat in a world where whole
nations are dying from starvation;
clear bright skies free from the
threat of death by bombs; the privi-
lege of kneeling at Mass Thanksgiv-
ing morning to raise up our grateful
hearts with the Chalice in devout
thanksgiving for American freedom;
the wonderful opportunity for learn-
ing granted us by generous parents;
a home, a loving family and a nation
which is struggling gloriously to pre-
serve all of this for us. -
So, now we are going ahome once
more. America is to observe Wartime
Thanksgiving. It is our hope that all
of you will have a most wonderful
vacation, a most blessed Thanksgiv-
ing. Remember how fortunate you
really are; thank God for making you
what you are, an American College
Student.
—Kay Dineen
vxvz
THE M iE R C I A D November 24, 1940
f |
Long ago in the field behind the centuries, the curly-headed dwarfs tripped
down to the silver stream to gather silver droplets as the fairy princess had
commanded. Phey] filled their little baskets and scurried! off to the fairy
castle, scurrying the faster because their jlittle curiosities ^wondered what
the princess would do with the silver droplets. ™
The little fairy princess 3was wait-
ing {[for them when they arrived. will kill him. When all the bad gloom
Quickly, as fairy princesses are al- elves are killed, return to'the castle]
ways quick, little Princess Sinsonin and we shall have*a feast on honey
made the silver droplets into petal and dew drop cakes."f-.
halos for the little dwarfs to wear on As a result of this happening in
their golden curls. r, the long ago, todayjthe battle rages]
Gathering them close she command- strong, and the daisy dwarfs are seen
ed: "Wearing these petal halos on in the field of centuries shaking their]
your golden curls, go now, scatter head. Daisy dwarfs, by the way, love
yourselves onlthe field of centuries. honey and!dew drop cakes, and it is;
Whenever a bad gloom elf approaches fun to {kill gloomf elves. '*.
you, shake your little heads and you i / J T O — B e t t y ! Dailey
YET WE ARE THANKFUL |
fOn Thanksgiving Day the smell of turkey and dressing, pumpkin jand
mince pies will be wafted through the houses, as mothers will be busy cooking
that wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. But whatfhave we tolbe thankful for
in this war-torn world? Most ofJthe turkeys jtwill be smallerjand the tables
wil be set for one or two persons less.
Yet we do have much to be-thank- our ownjfriends and to associate with
ful for this year, so much more than them when and where we might wish,]
the rest of the world. We still have And most important, we have the op-
the right to express ourselves as we portunity, of ^ securing I an education!
see fit. We have the right to worship which will preserve these rights while
Godwin whatever way wetdesire, and, making them more dear to us, a part
for thatT alone, we should be grateful. of our way of life. feSjfl
IWe still have the right to %choose —Joanne Wad linger
YESTERDAY OR TOMORROW? BE LOVING AND THEY WILL
NEVER WANT FOR'LOVE
(Continued from page 1)
(Continued from page 3)
others do to us, we should be happy
with unknown danger, demanding new to help Jesus carry His cross by bear-
courage^and increased strength* This ing thetflittle^sDlinters of* this great
is what we should ;look to on this burden. Remember, too,£fchat the hap-
Thanksgiving Day: not the^past, not py faces of your neighbors might con-
the present, but {the tomorrows that ceal a hidden grief which you would
lie j before us. To meet these days not like to imaketgreater.
we will need the strength of many Love v Christ, and you will never
prayers. That we may live these days want for glove, for| you] knowj thai
well, thatj we/may^face ihem un- herein lies the secret of true hap-
daunted, let us offer our Thanksgiving piness. —Thelma Berdiel
prayers this year, prayers iffor to-
morrow, not yesterday, if
—Anne Johnson OUR LADY'S LEAVES
They were just as gay as others,
Loving laughter, loving fun,
A CHINA TEACUP Just as brightly gowned in colors
(Continued from page 1) Glowing form the autumn sun.
Others danced away that morning,
she hated to put it down; and ^trust- Carried by the breeze;
ingly they vowed to make this the These declined the invitation,
beginning of their home. 5 It was a Stayed upon the trees.
proud beginning—their first piece of You see them now before her altar
"company china."
An autumn leaf bouquet:
But all this is only "perhaps"—the With flowers dead—she might he
memory, which belongs to him, alone
lonely
keeps the teacup ever full. So these preferred to stay.
—Margaret O'Connor Vi —Margaret O'Connor