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For Our Entertainment -** The Guardsmen Quartette
If ten years of success in motion pictures, on the radio, and in concert tours is any indication, Mercyhurst may look forward to an evening enjoyablyftspent, Nov. 9. For, at the first of the lecture and concert series of the year, the Guardsmen Quartet will entertain with some of the songs for which they have been so well received. The quartette, in addition to their {personal appearance tours, has performed with such leading artists as Grace Moore, Nelson Eddy, Jeanette MacDonald, Richard Crooks, Gladys Swarthout and others and has worked with such famous orchestra conductors as Leopold Stokowski, Andre Kostelanetz, Meredith Wilson and Raymond? Paige. Most of us, however, are acquainted with the "Guardsmen" through!their appearances in motion pictures. We;will not venture an opinion as to which of the Seven Dwarfs they were in*Snow White but they did take singing and speaking parts in that picture. We may remember them more recently, however, as the "barbershop quartet" o f The Strawberry Blonde, and again in I Wanted -Wings. _ All m -all- their | voices have been recorded in more than 800 motion pictures. Further they have sung over the radio in m a n y nation-wide network shows, the chief of which was Charlie McCarthy's Hour. (Continued on Page 3)

Club activities f o r 1941-42 opened with a flourish in every department last month. Various and assorted officers were previously seen with their heads together over membership lists, notices appeared mysteriously on the bulletin board, and some of our own room-mates entertained us with dress rehearsals of their talks a n d book-reports. Whereupon, Mercyhurst now beams proudly upon the following results: On October 14, the English Club put its best foot forward with a gala opening in the Lounge, VicePresident, Merri Holway, presiding. Distinguished guest speaker of the evening was Father Enright, prominent local authority on Elizabethian literature, who spoke on "The Catholicity of Shakespeare's Works." The wide variety of material covered by the different divisions of the Club revealed that the English Club has indeed received a garden of new talent. M e r c y h u r s t ' s Mathematics Club met together for the first time this year on the evening of October 15. The new officers took charge, Maida Wendel presiding, Gretchen Erwin k e e p i n g the minutes and June Currie performing instantaneous calculation in jthe treasury book. Plans for the year's activities of the club were discussed, and a committee was named to formulate the year's roster, an official Math Club project. The International Relations Club held its first meeting of the year on Tuesday, October 21, in the Lounge. In spite of a mad rush to keep up with the times, business for the year was organized and Sr. Mary Anna appointed several members to report on books from Carnegie Endowment for International Peace. Of special interest was Betty Dailey's preview of her paper on the latest Encyclical of Pius XII, which she will deliver at the I. R. C. regional meeting at Niagara University. Ann Johnson gave a graphic description of a prehistoric mound at Lusculusa, Alabama, which she visited this summer. The members of the Sociology Seminar are anticipating t h e i r first gathering, which will take place in the Lounge on the evening of November 4. The metting, conducted bty Eunice Schillroth, President, will include a discussion of a "Bundles Drive," and the committee for this work is to be appointed at this time. Following this, the guest speaker, Miss Rosemary Haule, Public Assistance Worker in the city, will talk about her experiences in social work. The meeting will be concluded by refreshments served in the Lounge. This y e a r , the Latin Club has adopted a new plan. Each meeting will be conducted as a seminar w i t h the discussion centering around some of the great literary works of the classical world. (Continued on Page 3)

Dance To Ray fAnthony At The 'Meer November 8
The Cupboard Opens For Mercyhurst
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the Cupboard and now all of Mercyhurst is following in her footsteps. For who could resist the lure of those famous milk-shakes, tempting sandwiches, sundaes, hot chocolates, and the ever popular pecan rolls and coffee. Even the less fortunate of us (I'm speaking of those whose waist-lines aren't as slim as they could be) flock there at 3:30 and 10:00 to spend our allowances, and gain weight, if we must. Sincere thanks to Sister Colette and the Home Ec'ers who, with their scrubbing, slapping of paint, and 101 other odd jobs, made the Cupboard possible. A n d three cheers for Sister Helen Marie and Sister Myrene who see to it that: No matter when we go there The Cupboard's not bare. —D. Wadlinger You like to dance ? Here's your opportunity. The Senior class is sponsoring the first formal dance of the year on November 8 at Rainbow Gardens. Ray Anthony the "tooter" of Sun Valley Serena te fame, and a former member o f Glenn Miller's top-ranking band, will be featured. Ever since way back, the Harvest Dance has been the muchdiscussed event that really opens the school year. For what little Freshman doesn't weave blissful little dream patterns about her First Big Dance at College ? To practically every girl, college means laughter and music and dancing to minimize her pains over her accounting and Latin and psychology. Everyone is enthusiastic about the Harvest Dance—the Seniors are, because it is their last chance to give a Mercyhurst dance; the Freshmen are, because it is their first chance to attend a Mercyhurst dance; the Juniors and Sophomores are because they've had such wonderful times at other Mercyhurst dances. Something new and different has been added to our Proim Weekend. So you may get better acquainted with your prom escort, the Lounge, Auditorium, and Cupboard will be open on Saturday and Sunday afternoons.

One More Advance In Students Government
This year witnesses the introduction of a new program in student government. The supervision of the study hour marks the first step up the ladder of complete self government. The success of this step depends upon each individual. It is based upon the honor of each person. For years, the girls have been talking about self government, but have not achieved very much. Now that the opportunity is here, every effort should be made to preserve our first induction into the confidence of the faculty. If each student will do her part,* no one's task will be too great. One step in the right direction will lead to further lenience and powers on the part of students to govern their own actions. i * —REU - MCS

They Return Again I To Alma Mater
Again this year Mercyhurst threw open its doors to welcome back its Alumnae for the annual Alumnae Week-end, October 1012. Former students gathered to forget their present cares—a cranky boss, Junior's new tooth, or students who just won't learn—and to relive for a short time their school days. Cries of "Look who's here," "What's happened to ,— "What are you doing now," and "Do you remember ?" floated through the halls as old friends met to reminisce and exchange bits of gossip. The high-light of the week-end was the Alumnae banquet Saturday night, which was attended by more than eighty girls. The dining-room was beautifully decorated with cap and gown furnishing the m o t i f . Following t h e banquet a program was presented, featuring a welcome by Marguerite O'Donnell and talks by Katherine Egan, Margaret Thompson, and Marie Dillon. Alumnae Mass was held the next morning, after which a Brunch was served. At the business meeting following, Margaret Thompson was elected editor of the Alumnae News and plans were made for activities for the following year. Students and faculty alike were happy to see the Alumnae, and were eager to make them feel that, no matter how long since they had graduated, they are s t i l l "Mercyhurst girls." —D. Wadlinger table work. Whether or not we have more such dances, depends upon you—how about it ? ? ? —Pauline Lynch

Our Sodality
The October meeting of the Sodality was unusual. All of us who attended agree to that. Whether or not we are aware of it, more business was transacted then than at any other meeting in the past. The panel discussion, since it met with the necessary cooperation of all, will probably be here to stay. And, if any mistakes were made in its conduct, they will be remedied. Subjects which are interesting to the girls, although perhaps not so successfully provocative as What To Expect of' a Date, will be selected. The announcement was made by the Literature Committee that a special library will be created for the especial reading of the college girls. New Catholic books and those of long literary standing will be bought with the interests and preferences of the girls in mind. It is expected that this library will encourage Catholic reading as these books, being on separate shelves, will facilitate one's choice. In line with the panel discussion, it was suggested that another project be undertaken—a discussion club. This club will be conducted entirely by the girls. Theirs also will be the choice of the subject to be studied. It is a project which has won great success in other colleges and universities and which should become just as popular here. Finally, we are glad that the former custom of opening the Sodality meeting with the Act of Consecration and the closing with the singing of a hymn has been revived. —Martha Haley

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The Successful First Dance



Mother Borgia's Feast


Reverberations of r h y t h m— sweet and swing—penetrated the college halls on Friday evening, October 24 as members of the Sodality and their guests enjoyed the annual informal dance in the gym. The Sodality dance—as Ialways— was approached with enthusiasm but with just a little worry about "blind dates"—you've experienced that "first dance-of-the-year feeling"; it took only the invitation of the music and'the "compatibilit y " of our "dates", though, to dispel any adverse emotions and leave only the enthusiasm. The success of the dance was due to efficient' management by the general chairman, Helen Mault and Ginny Colon, to the dependability of the date committee guided by Regina Brugger, to the originality, cleverness and honest-togoodness labor of the decoration committee, under the direction of Annette Morell, to the work of the publicity committee, to the comfort of the lounge, to the proprietors of the cupboard, to our liberal "permission" and to the enthusiasm of all who were present. Because the dance was a success, the Sodality will be able to carry on its work of visiting Zem-Zem Hospital—so while you enjoyed yourself, you also took part in a chari-

On Oct. 9, 1941 the student body of Mercyhurst College gave tribute to her Dean, Mother M. Francis Borgia, in honor of her Feast Day. As is the custom, a special program was arranged for her entertainment, to which each class contributed. Our Dean was greeted by 100 voices gloriously raised to the tune of "Hail to Thee, Dear Mother Borgia," and afterwards by Marie Keleher, President of the Senior Class, expressing the sentiments and good wishes of each student. The first part of the program was a play "An Impressionistic Episode," by Holman, in which Burnham Nehin, Jeanne Maley, Pauline Lynch and Mary Parmeter had the roles. The Sophomore Class was represented by Harriet Bower, in a song "A Brown Bird Singing." Mary K. Donavan danced to the beautiful strains of Strauss' "Vienna Life." As a special tribute to Mother Borgia, teacher as well as Mother of the students, Martha Haley recited "To a Teacher of America." Eileen Rehler then presented a gift to Mother Borgia from the Student Body. Immediately following the "Alma Mater," a delicious lunch was served Mother Borgia and her guests in the Lounge. -—Dorothy O'Hara

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How Do I Clique?
"How do I clique?" | This is not an attempt at fancy French spelling, but a straightforward question with which every college student might well challenge herself. It is especially deserving of consideration by the Freshman forming her first college friendships. There is nothing more natural than our attraction toward girls who are interested iii the same courses and enjoy the same fun as we, or who had been our classmates at good old Podunk High. Such friendships form the mainspring of college life, and become the memories most often reverted to during alumni week-end, 1940? But in surrounding ourselves with these companionships, to the exclusion of all others, we are missing more than we will ever realize.! Our intellectual horizon narrows until it suffocates us. We gradually lose sight of the fact that "it takes all kinds of jpeople to make a world"; for we know only one kind—ourselves and our "crowd," In the eyes of the school, we are irrevocably branded as either snobbish or hard to know. Then, on graduation night we begin to miss the occasional bridge game that we might have enjoyed with the girls next door, instead of that eternal gravitation to our chum's room every free moment of the day. Let's mix and then spread—you know, like mayonnaise. Let's add to our own flavor the seasoning of a few close friendships and the coloring of many pleasant acquaintances. That is a never-fail recipe for happy c o l l e g e life. I I W I Jane Walsh

We Who Would Command


Gee! flsn't it great to be back at Mercyhurst? To the Seniors this means the last year which they as a class will spend together. To the Juniors it means growing up, accepting new responsibilities, but with them new privileges ; in short, graduating into the ranks of the upper classes. To the Sophomores it presents new opportunities—a chance to become better friends with their classmates, to succeed where last year they may have!failed. To the Freshmen it means a new life—new friends, new teachers, new rules, an entirely new environment, but with this change a chance to leave behind old failures and to build a new life to their own specifications. And to everyone it means a definite obligation—an obligation to take advantage of his opportunities. Our parents are paying their hard-earned money for our education, and unless we do our best we are unworthy of them, we are letting them down. Every girl individually must put forth her best, must take advantage of the excellent equipment the staff of Mercyhurst offers if her time and money are to yield the desired returns. M Shortly we will be drafted into the army which is fighting the battle of life—a draft from which there will be no exemption. Fate has given us as our lot a battle which is difficult— more difficult, perhaps, than any she has given before; one which presents a challenge to our initiative, our courage, our leadership. And unless we are prepared we cannot accept that challenge, we will|be miserable failures. We will secure at Mercyhurst the educational equipment necessary for the fight. The better we are equipped! when we leave here, the better chance we will have of carrying! the objective we set out to attain, of winning the bat tie of life. Napoleon once said when addressing a group of cadets: "He who would command must first learn to obey." So it is in our day and our field—-we must be prepared ourselves before we can teach or lead. It is up to us to obey now that we may become the leaders of the future. D. Wadlinger a When I am getting ready for an argument with a man, I * spend one-third of my time thinking about myself andfwhat I am going to say, and two-thirds thinking about him and what he is going to say. ~{ | —Abraham Lincoln
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When nine or more ciphers follow one or more digits, you know you are getting the dope on either astronomy or government finance. —Arkansas Gazette

"We have dropped our anchor It was miserably cold. As Ann I (September 19, 1941) in the harbor of Mercyhurst," sat in the stiff, straight-backed Does the devil have a malice? thus spoke Frances Honeck, rechair, dampness seemed to pene- The Aurora Borealis trate her head and make the dull Is the weirdest sight we've seen in presenting the entire Freshman \- ache more gnawing. For months Class at Investiture Ceremony, many a day. now her brain had ceased to func- There's a wing-like spread of Thursday, Oct. 16. What an imtion and she sat there dumb, pressive sight these Freshmen rainbow stunned, lifeless. Nothing was Colors spreading Jin a way so made! It seemed that with the real—nothing. This was all l a That a giant film projector seems donning of this traditional college ghastly dream from which she uniform they had acquired a cer|in play. would soon awake. Oh, God, make Is an iceberg's gloss reflected? tain dignity, a dignity that emit a dream! It wasn't true. She, Or a cosmic ray deflected? bodied Mercyhurst in its entirety. Ann Maloy, was not a middle- What's the cause of nature's The emotions that were turbulent aged widow with a son whom the in the heart of every Freshman magical display ? world branded a murderer! No, Now an upreared giant searchlight werevnumerous. With intense;inshe was young; Jim was alive and Like an eagle scans the midnight— terest they listened as Dr. Relihan little Jimmy was asleep in his In defense of local heavens, it may enumerated and evaluated the soft, clean bed. All at once Ann psychological values of mind and be. had the impulse to laugh, laugh spirit that are so prevalent and atStreaks of light and then of loudly, laugh so that all this tense, tainable at Mercyhurst. As they shadow, pent-up emotion could escape, Gaudy colors changed to mellow— approached the stage to receive laugh so that Jimmy would awakMuted whitish light remains for their caps from the hands of I Maen and cry. Then she would know rie Keleher, the Senior Class Presus to see. the dream had passed. Northern Lights may be alarming ident, combined in their hearts were a choking awe, an undeniable A guard appeared in the door- But the panorama's charming— pride and a fierce courage. You way. "If you will come this way, Brilliant wonderland revealed to see, that pledge of allegiance they • you and me. mam, you may see your son for —Barbara Dawson publicly gave was more than a« fifteen minutes—Right this way." pubile expression of their feelings; They entered a small room, The answer came without hesi- it was expressing as completely smaller evenlthan the room from as possible It h e i r everlasting tation. which they had come. There was thanks to Mercyhurst for the won"Perhaps if you were to see the Jimmy waiting for her. How derful privilege she had given young, and yet how old, he looked. C h a p l a i n again — maybe he them; it was their humble promIf ft He stood with his back to the door; could__"^i ise -that they would never fail their and at the sound of footsteps he "No, Mom, it's no use. Andil chosen Alma Mater "for they had turned with a quick jerk. He don't care to talk about it. I have dropped anchor and now they trod crunched a cigarette with his heel noffaith. I'd do anything infthe on holy ground." They were deand said *in a too-steady voice, world for you except act a hypotermined individually, but united "Hello, Mom." Then he kissed her. crite. I believe in nothing except in spirit, ^never Ito desecrate the Suddenly the full impact of the God and you. And I'm willing to t high standards and fine traditions scene struck Ann. This man, her die without anyone making it soft which they had learned were charson, was to be hanged at dawn on j for me. I'm not afraid, and I don't acteristics of Mercyhurst. | the morrow. Her son, her child, want someone coming in probing —Margaret Sullivan was to be hanged! Who had the me into hysteria." . | right J outside of God Almighty Jim stopped. Himself to take Jimmy from her? "Then this is your answer, A fierce flame enveloped her, driv- Son?" ing out the frozen, stiff feeling, "Yes, Mom, it is. I can't go soft Nature weaves onjja hillcrest loom melting her thoughts, loosening The tatters of her summer laughher tongue. ter; At this moment the guard ap"Jimmy, Jimmy, this can't be. Like .faded brocade in an antique peared in the doorway. They can't do this thing, not to room, In a last burst of effort, frantic you, Jim." He gave a little chuckle Scented with memories coming and desperate, Ann cried: and said, "They seem to be doingafter. "Jim, please turn to God; go to it, Mom." % Jp :j —Jane Walsh There was a silence; and,! then, Confession and receive him before as if the boy realized how impor- —before—" for the, like my son, received* Him Her voice trailed off and both tant time was, he spoke hurriedly, into his soul who is Resurrection jailer and condemned stood lookrapidly. and the Life; and he also shall be "Mom, it isn't easy for me to ing at a 8 black, crumpled figure with Him this day in Paradise." say this—but I'm sorry I couldn't lying prostrate on the cold floor. With these [words, the woman do more for you—ever since I was Silver splinters of moonlight began to fade into the gathering a kid, I've planned so much for were filtering down upon a placid mist. $ you —I'm—" He stopped. lake. Ann found herself standing "Wait," cried! Ann, "I've seen on the shore. Strangely, it seemed Sorry he couldn't do more for " that she had stood here before, a you. It was it was her! Jimmy, only twenty-four, The^woman turned, "It was the was sorry he couldn't do more for long time ago; ialthough in this his mother—the mother who could place time seemed of no conse- night your son was born." not{give him a decent home; the quence. A figure approached and, She could hear someone saying, mother who had to scrub office as it came closer, ;Ann saw that it "She is coming around." floors and leave him alone when was that of a woman. Somewhere Ann opened her eyes. Gone was he needed her most! What a trag- before she had seen that face; but the placid lake and the woman ic farce was his thinking that he where? The face was one not to from out of the m i s t l It was owed her something. Oh, in how be easily forgotten. "Where am I.. where i s „ s h e ? " scarred with sorrow but carried in many, many ways J had she failed the depths of its eyes a look of A starched uniformed nurse rehim! profound peace. T h e woman plied, "You mean Sister? She will The silence grew heavy. So smiled and spoke, "Again, Ann Ma- be back in a moment." many * things must be said, and loy, we meet. I know of your sor"But where am I ? " time was so precious. row." Her voice seemed like the "You're in Calvary Hospital. Ann's mouth was dry and her wind's whisper on a spring night. You have been very ill." lips still. "Be not sad," said^ she, "I too "Now I remember." said Ann. "Jim," she said, "can't you find had a son, just as you; and he died 'Sister said if you became conit in your heart to ask God's for- the death of an outcast just as scious before her return to tell you giveness ? " yours did. But I loved him, even that your son received the SacraAnd then, forcing herself to as you love your son. I was there ments before his death." look at him, she went on: to watchlthem put him to death! "Yes," said Ann, "I know." And "You know, Son, you took a £ and I grieved just as do you." 'A for the first time in months a 3 life." I She slowly turned her head to- peace crept into her soul. The last word was almost in- ward the shining lake. | M. R. Gallagher audible. "You must go back, Ann, back to I "No, Mom, I can't be sorry for those who | needfyou," said she. ridding the earth of something "But before you go, carry this with Friendship is composed of a H foul." smgle soul inhabiting two bodies. you. Your son is not an outcast -—Aristotle

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I n t r od uci n g The Freshmen
Surely you've seen us around, or at least heard of us. Collectively, we're the ones who looked so foolish with our hair tied to a bone at initiation—who are constantly putting up or taking down chairs in the auditorium — who tried for a month to get a date and then decided we came only for education anyway — who always answer the phone expectantly, and then just have to locate an uppefclassman for her call—who often look kind of sad and homesick—who felt so backward about putting our names on the list of those wanting blind dates for the Sodality Dance—who hurry down to lunch and then quietly watch Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores move ahead. Individually', and reading from one end of the hall to the other, we are Marion, the tall Reagle blond Janet Benson, with the deceivingly tranquil expression "Sis" Reagle, who knows a real G-man Rita Rittenhouse, whose gay personality manifests itself at Spanish class Mary Elizabeth Geary, pint-sized chemistry whiz Betty Van Asche, of whom you saw enough at the initiation to need no further description—and Margaret Scullion who had nerve enough4 to major in math. Turning Hhe corner, and continuing on down the hall, we have— Pat Moran, Margaret O'Connor's room-mate enough said "Fritzie" Fitzgerald, whom you had better come down and see for yourself Peggy McCouTt, with the model walk and pretty dimples June Moore, who has been away so many week-ends she does not know we have cold-cuts for Sunday supper Mary Eleanor McVay, the girl whose boyfriend has a convertible Mary Bridget O'Hara and Loretta "Reds" Crowley, our "Mutt and Jeff" — Kay Dineen, with the black;"hair and pretty Irish eyes, and Tess Kunsler, with the blond "baby cut" and disturbingly long eyelashes—Frances Honeck, who did such a grand job of speaking for us at the Investiture! Kay Donovan, our ballet dancer Margay Savage, with the startling inquisitiveness and stately beauty__D. A. Harrington, who made such an impression the first night t h a t he dated her the next two Margie Puchner, with the infectious "little girl" giggle-. Magdelene Mackov, who always manages to achieve J that envied "tailored" look. You may pause here ;to go through the door by the telephone booth. Continuing, we have—Joan Berry, with the "glamour girl" bob Madeleine Oliver, with the ready wisecrack Jayne McCarron, Dot's little sister—Fody ConIon, about knee-high to a grasshopper..__Jeanne Lyden, the little blonde about the same size, with the beautiful voice—Betty Rodgers, who didn't buy all those things herself—Susie Burns, just a Daisy Mae at heart—and Ann Wilson, not only sweet,|but smart. Up on the second floor—Peggy Sullivan, who seems to have more brains than would be necessary for such a small person—Marilyn ^Cooper, who, contrary to popular ^opinion, isn't quiet—and Wanda Shreck, who is, but definitely. (Continued on Page 4)

In the Huddle with Savage
Signals 57, 34, 21 shift 1, 2, 3, hip. Thus this country has ushered in the football season, while Mercyhurst has nshered in the hockey season. From all reports that secret operator X-l can find, we are going to have a pretty good team this year. What with Jeanne, Claudia, Glo, Shorty, and Martha back, I think Edinboro and Lake Erie had better watch out. Now if Jeanne would only play "Center" for us, everything would be under control. T h i s Jack Tournament has aroused my interest. I can't feature the two "sillies" playing Jacks. They seem to me to be more on the intellectual side. Pat Buffington had a wild horse last Friday, ijisay, Pat, why don't you get a few pointers from your Olean friend, Glo? Merri and Katie make perfect roommates, don't you think? This last remark was due to the fact that Merri wanted her name in soli just put Katie's in too. It seems that most people are going riding in order to lose weightjbut then they add weight by eating at the Dairy. This will never do, and I should know. I say Miss "Lunch" what's this I hear about a Sodality Basketball League? I guess we can dream about it though!? Please Miss Quinn, may I play hockey this year? A Goalie doesn't have much to do except let the other team win. Flash! ! ! Mercyhurst will Splay Edinboro next week and by this time it will be over. I hope we win ? ? ?

Seen $Your Way
Hold your hats, gals—we're on the last lap of our college careers —and try to look dignified as possible in the process, please—traditionally, my dears, dignity goes with Seniorhood!_ Summon all your imaginative powers and envision if you can Marie and Jeanne discarding their dignity — cultivated over a period of 3 y e a r s even for the brief expanse of a moment! Picture them meandering blissfully (Marie was with Bob and Jeanne's blissful anyway) toward the Buffalo Terminal when a slight accident cost them damage, dollars, delay, and dignity. The latter they gingerly picked up and placed on the rear seat of the car—for future use—and proceeded to the Terminal where the Erie-bound train had just pulled out! Can you picture the scene? And that's not all—they made the later train—but Bob forgot to get off—you know how it is between Marie and Bob! ! H o w e v e r , at Dunkirk the hero was forced to leave our story—but Jeanne and Marie endured even more harrowing experiences about which only they can tell you. Incidentally, that jdignity we spoke of is probably still in Bob's car we're hoping he'll send it in one of his daily letters. Jeanne's so excited about the coming week-end at Princeton, though, she probably won't have any use for it. And if you think Helen's not living in "seventh heaven" about that same weekend!! And then there was Katie's and Merri's own private little explosion—staged "at" them —not "by" them, don't misunderstand. Thersaddest detail of that story was the\ complete loss of a gallon of cider—"hardly" tasted Way last spring, through the summer, and even now "O Johnny" withstands the test of time and emerges as Angela's favorite popular song. And critics say that it's steadily gaining in popularity! For three long years we've been faithfully writing the annuals of the romance of Pigeon and Hoppy and far be it from us now to fail to rejoice in the expectation of seeing them together again at the Senior Prom which,|incidentally, is one dance we wouldn't miss—even if it were only out of curiosity that we went, which might prove to be the case! If such publicity is objectionable to Pigeon and Hoppy —our due apologies—but think what you're doing for the cause of the Prom When Mercyhurst becomes renowned for its successful "carnival-week-ends" we'll be able to look back with pride upon the little group of staunch pioneers—Claudia, Sis, Dot Lanagan, and Mary Isabel, who originated and fostered the idea against terrific odds—and how! It seems good to see Chicken and Spike together again—that romance is one of those things that slowly but surely (in spite of the draft) progresses—you know, just likefthat sweater Ginny Conlon is knitting —slowly but surely! Those of us who have completed our student teaching sit back in silent satisfaction (if it weren't silent we couldn't bear t h e reproachful glances of our colleagues) and w a t c h so under standingly—t h e daily jaunts of the tried and true to Academy. It must be wonderful to have such understanding souls as ourselves around As we go to press—rather by force—you

Junior Jots
From the Junior class comes a few choice bits . . . the past summer really did plenty for some of our classmates. First of all, we want to let everyone know that our little sisters are t h e grandest Freshies we ever saw . . and that includes every single one of them. Congratulations on your fine spirit—"little sisters". And speaking of spirit, have you noticed? the spirit of a few Juniors who have the sudden urge to play hockey? May I add they daren't bad at it either. And while on the subject of athletics Shorty can tell you all about horses here's one on the Q. T. (Ask her how she made the horse go ?). Well it was great fun even if our Saturday afternoon was spent in a nice soft chair with plenty of pillows for . . . support. The two Dotties and Jane must have had great sport at Niagara last weekend. Could their theme song be "I've been! Drafted and I'm Draftin' You"? It sure is a great life, but girls, don't let the draft worry you—just let a bit of Shakespeare comfort you, remember—"Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever." Say,lhave you heard about Kirby's interest in a particular Latin scholar. It seems to me it is Virgil—well, at least he is an authority on law. Wedding bells are ringing for Dot and Tommy—yes, Nov. 1 is the big day. We certainly miss her and that wonderful sense of humor, but we are wishing her all the ruck in the world In that little "dream house" in Oakmont.

"Campus Class"
The latest style magazines tell us that this is almost a season of laissez-faire—that i s , anything goes so long as it goes with your figure. Of course, if you have a perfect figure you can wear all the styles a nd still look ultra-ultra, b u t such perfect luck is scarce, so maybe I'd better tell you what to wear over imperfect figures. If you're short-waisted and wish that you weren't, wear a l o n g waisted or a bugle shaped dress, fitted then flounced. It will really do something for you. If your hips are inclined to gain weight, try hiding this fact behind a peplum or a tunic. Woolens, jersey, rabbit's hair, angora, velveteens, and bengalines at their brightest are all the rage. In fact, the brighter the better. Angela Enright had the right idea when she purchased that bright green wool, trimmed a v e c les fleurs. And how about the good-looking jacket Miss Van Asche is wearing—straight from Mademoiselle's cover it is. Not bad! Knitting is rapidly gaining recognition. Poor grandmother! Eunice Schillroth's brown sweater is the envy of every other knitter in the school, I'm thinking! Be patient, fellow knitters—we'll soon have ours done. Since the school rules permit knee socks, the five-and-dimes have been literally swamped with orders. The word long certainly is getting its share of attention—long waists, long beads; long hair, long sweaters, long jackets, and so many other longs. So-o-o-o-o-o Long.! —-Parabie

The Guardsman Quartet At Mercyhurst
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(Continued from Page 1) With such an introduction to the quartette which some of us already know, we may expect to enjoy their program which^includes: Prologue Ode to Music I. Down Among the Deads Men Concordi Laetitia Where E'er You Walk II. A Wanderer's Song The Star Gwine to Hebb'n III. A Roundup Lullaby Silver on the Sage Get Along Little Doggies IV.* The Fountain of Aqua Paola Scherzo in C Minor (Piano selections) V. "The Lady Killers Quartet" those "Gay Blades" of the "Gay Nineties" In a Deft and Melodious Melange of Old Time Favorites Typical of the professional standards of the quartette, the last group of selections has been the result of much time and effort spent in research into Jthe costumes, songs, and routines of the real "gay Nineties." It ought to be a gay sight and the nearest we will come to that period we hear so much about. We are sure that past performances and the favorable comments on the Guardsmen's Quartette are our assurance of a pleasant evening. —Martha Haley

Those girls at the Practice House certainly must be kept busy, — at least one would be led to think so from Economics class the other day, when in the midst of a discussion of labor, Petie was searching for someone to "help with the (Continued from Page 1) laundry". We sincerely hope she The O. G. A. Sorority held its found an agreeable helper so Patsy first meeting of the school year in can have some clean clothes. the college lounge Wednesday evening, October 15, with Priscilla Have you noticed Ruth's interest Jenkins, '42, presiding. The chief in collegiate football ? Say, he's business of the evening was the a pro, and don't let anyone tell you admission of new members into differently. It seems that in Room the Sorority. The Secretary read 23 we have "the Same Old Story" a letter received from the Business —Lutie still "carries the big stick" Education World congratulating while Fitzie is at her beck a n d Mercyhurst on the award of its call. I I official charter to the Order of I see that this is the end of the Business Efficiency. memoranda for the p a s t few Awards in typing and stenograweeks, but next month we should phy were distributed to various have plenty to tell. You know the members. Worthy of note among Senior Prom is coming and t h a t these is the 140 word shorthand says fun, and fun is where You'll pin awarded to Valma Blakey. find the Juniors, so all in all, i t The social hour which followed means plenty of choice jotting for was sponsored by Mary Catherine yours truly. Sherwood, '42. —Glo Lutz With the first formal meeting of the season held Tuesday, Octocan't realize what it's like to have ber 21, in the dining room, the the editor of this publication for Sisters of the Skillet a r e o n c e a roommate—we hear the start- again in full sway. Freshmen and ling but sweet news that Barbara new members are now a vital part Dawson knows where there are 90 of the club; and with these reindates available for the Senior forcements of Home Ec-ers, the Prom! Need we say more? Will organization should be able to acsee you there if you are distin- complish projects leading to a very successful year. Interesting guishable in the inevitable "rush" and amusing* accounts of their exof men! periences in practice teaching were ! —Pa uline : Lynch related by Genevieve Grotz, Ann Harrington, Annette Morell, and A lie can travel around the Giovina Musi. A travelogue by world and back again while the Virginia Kopec completed the evening's program. truth is lacing up its boots. —Mark Twain —Jane Walsh


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November. 1941

Pen, Ink, and Powder Puffs
Our pen, ink, and powder puffs have again come to be used together, after a summer separation. We're at M. C. again and, likeHhe K. P.'s, we're facing another year !—but we don't sleep in tents. By the way, how much do mushrooms cost in California? Here we are, back to alarm clock reveillies. fe Have you noticed all the girls who have pig-tails and baby haircuts? Jane Walsh's looked very nice when we saw her in? the lounge—playing bridge? | Welcome from the sophomores to two new classmates, Dorothy Kuhn, and Ruth Mehl. Mary Kahn was a little slow in deciding but she's finally come back to us. Heard in the hall: Pat, one of the authors of this column, telling friends of a great mistake she made — she got out of bed early Saturday morning (11:15); at the same time Rita Botzum could be heard asking everyone for a C. P. D. edition which ran a picture of a Reserve halfback—Eleanor Klos offered her the "Spirit" which she receives from Joe McD., a hometown beau, but unfortunately the "S" didn't run that game. Note to Jo Olzeski—have you straightened out your schedule yet—without the inconvenience of 3:30 classes? | Extra—Glo Corrado gets to Latin class after almost three weeks of school! We hope Joan Erwin, Gretchen's sister, enjoyed her visit here as much as we enjoyed having her. Which sophomore h a s been caught out of her roomjafter lights three nights in a row -see, Betty, we didn't mention your name. What we'll always remember when our days at Mercyhurst end —the beautiful sunsets in the fall—and the stuffed drain pipes. Mystery of the week—who £ was the unknown man who left a package and suitcase for Mary Moosman? Oh, another mystery — who's been sending gardenias anonymously to Clare Reed—incidentally, the gardenia two sophomore reporters sent the freshmen for their trealistic portrayal! of comic strip characters was well earned. \ Well, down with the pens and up with the powder puffs — we've got a date with an egg — and we can't break it. —Pat and Wanda

Outside the Books — Freshmen all over the place and not as GREEN as usual—Betty Van Assche minus one tooth— G i n n i e Gonlon giving Nettie some competition in ithe beauty business— Jane Blackwood spending her first vacation in bed— D. A. and Margay inseparables Helen "heating up" with the redhead—Torm confused with two dates for one Princeton? week-end—-Jeanne and "Roomie" very nonchalant about the whole thing—well almost, anyway "Hap" Botzum collecting pictures of her "DEAR"—Marg Crowley looking after Loretta— Pambie — waking up to find her hair down and -her hand full of bobby pins—.-Chickie and P e t e r ___the CUPBOARD full to capacity. Just overheard—Burnham discussing Bill. Senior P r o c t o r s getting due praise,for a good job on the halls Petie McK. talking about the b a b y Red's trouble not only with her head, but the DRAFT—plans for the new booths connecting the CUPBOARD Alumnae discussing their jobs— "I can't go on this way" laudatory comments on the performance of the actresses of Will o' the Wisp let me add mine—"have you got your METHODS finished" feet are more understanding than outstanding — Anonymous— laughter from Commercial Law— such cards I mean cases "May I borrow your " He can't dance, but I know you'll like h i m — shrieks from the excitedIplayers of the fascinating game PIG— our Editor groan from the worries of this paper It's a Mystery To Me how jitter bugs keep up their rapid pace why so few people attend Mass each morning why week-ends at home are more interesting why^manylgirls lack School Spirit how everyone keeps up with her work—why the Lounge is closed only to send us out into the cold how Dot Lanagan keeps such a straight face how Mary K manages to call everyone in the morning why Polly^jdidn't tell us about her Washington phone call why more gals don't talk louder so I can tell you all more secrets CONFIDENTIALLY. 3 f —Claudia From high school hero to college chump, He'll be a man — with many a bump. The "dink," the sign, the paddle, too $ Persuade the heartiest, evenjyou; So be a sport and take it all—f Don't be a kid and sulk and bawl. Perhaps next year, when you're a man Somebody else's hfde you'll tan; So face the music with a smile And watch your step just for a while.
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What the Others Say
Drop the knittin' needles, kids, 'cause here it comes—the mostest of the bestest, garnered from hither and yon—hither being college papers and yontbeing almost anything from a newspaper to Esquire. |

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The St. Bona Venture tenders this advice and warning to its freshmen. Transpose it into the feminine gender and there you are— Little Man Poor little Freshman, he's so sad All alone without his Dad; Away from Sis and Mom and Brud He's as useless as a dud. Sophomore slave and Senior stooge, His troubles now will seem quite huge; I

It seems that Adam was a very lucky man, for— Whatever trouble Adam had, No man in days of yore, I Could say when Adam cracked a fjoke, "I've heard that one before."
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Okay, kids, you can wake up now—my story is told— •untiljnext month, ha, ha, ha. -Burnham

We'll try to bring to you fair readers, a list of what, in our (Continued from Page 3) humble opinion, is the newest, the Among the non-residents, more hottest, the smoothest, the latest, familiarly known as "day-hops," the best, buys on the record marwe have—Rosemary Hurley, gay ket. and {laughing, always finding the In line with the Hut-Sut-doublesunny side of any problem Rosemary Held, bright and amusing, a talk variety comes B [-Bi, curVincent scholar with high ambi- rently being done, redone and tions Patsy Toomey, s w e e t , overdone by Horace Heidt. Menfriendly, and • always willing to tion of this recording is not in the form of a recommendation, but it help, no matter what the circumstances Robin Riblet, composed is expected that this tune will become as popular, if not more popand sedate and anxious to do her ular, on airwaves and! juke-boxes part be it in play or recreation as its celebrated predecessor—The Nan Schultz, happy, witty, with an infectious smile and always liking Hut Sut. For solid smoothness combined to see others as happy as she Juanita King, unassuming and with a good tune, Victor gives us quiet, who hides a charming per- Tommy Dorsey on This Love of Mine with Frank Sinatra doing sonality under a zquiet exterior Dorothea Busche, s p a r k l i n g , the vocal honors. friendly, and easy to become acGene Krupa has disced a groovy quainted with Ann Kingston, tune in his Let Me Off Uptown. interesting and sincere, a stimuA song that is reaching its peak lating person to be with I Joyce of popularity, slowly but surely, is Coleman, just a jitterbug at heart the current For Want!of a Star. Mary Wallace, friendly a n d Frankie M asterslhas done this up obliging; a late comer to the class, very nicely with vocal chorus by she soon became well known and Marion Francis and The Masters well liked Therese Krasowski, Voices. light and graceful, who can show Those of youjwho have come in us all up in skating and dancing contact withl Hurry Back to Old Kay Connolly, cheerful and smart, Sorrento will be interested in who was Salutatorian of the Semi- tracking down a recordinglof this nary Bernetta Prozan, who so tune by Matty Malneck with a voably portrayed Major Hoople at cal by Helen Ward, and what a Initiation Janet Smith, sincere, vocal! Helen Ward is still, as we well-informed, and eager to learn see it, the best in the field of more and, last but not least, feminine song birds. Mary Stoney, petite and cute, who For just a twee bit of nostalgia can always be counted on to Iconwe recommend Jimmy Dorsey's tribute to a good time. Embraceable You. This is prob—Joyce Coleman and ably^ one of the most exquisite - Margaret O'Connor tunes George Gershwin ever wrote. For a couple of bands that are going places watch j Sonny Dunham! and Claude Thornhill. They each barnstormed around t h e country jthis summer and were Experiences may come and go, well received. " Those of you who J as I'm sure they will, but I'll look listened to Matinee from Meadowback and! smile, though a tear brookfthis summer are acquainted trickles down a withered cheek, with Dunham's band, vy | when I remember my career as a So long, gals, we'll see you next practice teacher. No, the tear is time, wk ^^Kfc^yj^SR I £ not because of the cruelty J remzMmmWm —BURNHAM ceived at the hands of my "Stewdents." By the time I'm J eighty or so, I hope to have forgotten well, that was my sensation after that my knees clicked so the first lapping up what seemed to be a day of teaching that I sounded like trillion spoonfuls of jelly. My Bill Robinson doing an intricate mouth felt as though;I had spent tap routine, and that my voice my time jj eating alum j instead of j came out! sounding like Donald jelly. Duck's. But never will I forget And to add the last straw that my day at the fair. broke the camel's back, after my giving [time, effort, and a good My career as a . school-marm stomach to the cause, 1my only retook me into a community j some ward was to have the honorable twenty miles from the metropolis citizens, the pillars of the commuof Erie.® Like any other Stown in nity, give me looks that even the the United!States,Hhis town takes awesome Fates could not rival, beproducts, cattle, needlecraft, jelly, cause I had not awarded their proand what have you to a fair. Ima- ducts the prize. gine;, my astonishment, dear readAlas and alack! back I am in the er, when I was approached and protective arms of my Alma Maasked! to judge jellies, j a m s , ter, but even now I cannot look a cakes, pies, etc. After all, I am glass of jelly squarely in the eye supposed to be skilled in the without drooling at the mouth and household arts, so what could I do? feeling slightly jin need of a broI accepted with as good grace as mo. But such is life—just a big I could muster. bowl of jelly. —Ann Harrington When I arrived at the fair there was a good crowd—all the solid All books are divisible into two citizens of the community were classes, the books of the hour, and there to see their products win— the books of all time. and at first I found myself enjoy. —Ruskin ing it. But my job was judging jellies—and to judge jellies one must first taste them. Have you Road maps tell a motorist everyever lingered at a perfume counter thing he wants to know except and sniffed one scent after another how to fold them up again. 4 until your sense of smell was nil— £ "I —Neal O'Hara

Introducing The Freshmen

Disc Data

After our wonderful weeks of orientation, of getting lost, and finding ourselves again, and of becoming better acquainted with our teachers a n d classmates, o u r Freshman class suddenly grew conscious of an impending storm and trembled as grey skies turned to the forbidding black of the actual cloudburst. The Sophomores reigned supreme. On Monday morning, bright and early, 60 or 70 bedraggled Fresh* ies groaned simultaneously at the image which met I their g a z e through the medium of an all too candid mirror. Hair piled high beneath a beribboned but humiliating bone; the discomfort of bearing three slips 'neath;an -inverted garb and lowly carrot; the annoyance of rubbing ankles with the frayed edges of a once lovely flower while our feet clogged uncomfortable in unmated shoes; all these things were but the routine inflictions of? the period. We had lost for a time the!dignity and honor of being "little sisters," we were now "mere stooges." In addition to the burden of ignoring^ the snickers of Ithe upperclassmen whenever they ^perceived one of our number, we were compelled each noon to go before the sombre-clad j Sophomores for judgment and "deflating." Recalling these sessions from the vantage point of a prospective sophomore (already?) I can appreciate the humor of this form of scholastic greeting. For instance, I'm sure that otherwise I would never have discovered some of the talents of Fmy fellow classmates. Why, we discovered rhumba dancers (and those more apt in the Hawaiian style); we found at least one or two dramatic artists (and even opera stars); we were amazed at the {agility of our sisters as t h e y duck-walked or springdanced about the gym. And, to say the least, we became much better acquainted with the imore intimate details of past lives. Naturally, wet ourselves I discovered and displayed the sportsmanship of our own class of which we believe we can justlyibe proud. The crowning point of the Initiation period was, of course, the final program on Tuesday evening, based upon comic characters and offered for criticism to the entire student! body. Mixed emotions of fear andl stage-fright!before,jwere dissolved amidst the applause and laughter of those with whom we havejentwined our future lives. The atmosphere of elation, of freedom and of intimate fellowship which pervaded Mercyhurst halls that evening found joyful freechoings in the hearts of her Freshmen. Our get-together with the Sophomores at the close of our offering was one of those things that just can never be forgo ten.,' We'd like to thank the Sophomores for testing us and for accepting us. Initiation marks {the beginning of a brand new phase of living for us and we are more than happy that it is at Mercyhurst that we will pursue that phase. ; Kay Dineen -/. Several of |Hawthorne's manuscripts J remain unpublished today because no one has {been able to read them.

The Trials of Practice Teaching



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