VOLUME ONE
JANUARY -
1948
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At this point, I would like to have you meet the one and only Mary Ann Quinn, our class president, and just about everyone's friend. It isn't that you haven't already met Mary, but this is just to help you remain aware of how very capable she is, and how much she has done for us and our Alma Mater in the short time we have been together. You ask me to describe her? Well . . . . Mary's just about the same height as most of us, perhaps slightly taller or shorter; her blondish-brownish hair is cut short, in bangs, and she wears the usual college togs; but when she's sharped up of an evening, watch out!!! Here too, we might mention the scholastic capabilities of our favorite executive officer. To the astonishment of the los estudiantes in Spanish class, Mary excels in the many translations which tend to stupify us. Moreover, Mary is also a good History student, which will come in handy in her future life since she hopes to branch out into government work. But her tastes aren't so intellectual that "Quinnie" doesn't always jump at a chance to golf, ski, swim, or go along on any unexpected excursions of this type. Sis (as her friends and family in Torrington call her) is certainly an all round girl. The Salve Regina pioneers are unanimously in favor of their "Fleet Admiral". For her leadership, their praises are high and their thanks long. Blessings on you, Mary, and every happiness now and always.
been granted, and there are the big things-the events that made the headlines which may not have affected us intimately but which benefited us generally as "John Q. Public." It's time to remember all these . . . to put them into the jigsaw pattern of our lives and thank the One Who gave us the New Year, Who gave us everything. It's time to take inventory of all we've learned from the experience of the past year. And it's time to shake the confetti out of our hair-tht: "Season to be Merry" was last year remember? We're going to settle down for a while and maybe make a few resolutions (ones we'll keep this year), and correlate experience into our way of looking at things. It'll be different this year. We have gratefully taken what 1947 had to offer and it has made us think. We're a lucky generation because our times are challenging, and we're lucky because we can meet the challenge by studying the past in the light of time. Then we shall have the courage to look squarely at the future and walk into it on magic feet of confidence. Of course we can do it-it's our New Year's resolution! I've always thought it fun to look back over the past years . . . to be able to recognize folly as folly, triumph as triumph in the true focus, only the future holds. Time provides prospective, and so with each successive year, it's sort of a ritual with most people to cast an evaluating glance at the past yearw January 1, 1948, brought parties perhaps . . . silly hats, noisy horns, strains of "Auld Lang Syne" . . . but it brought more than that. Ir painted another scene in the unfinished portrait of yesterday because it opened the curtain on the New Year. It's been a wonderful year1947. A great deal has happened. There is much to be thankful for. There are little personal favors that have
Sub zero weather is the forecast for tomorrow. Here at Salve Regina however, temperature is running high. It is an unusually quiet place. Everyone wears a serious look, an anxious air. No, it isn't an epidemic, or is it? Just semester exams.
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Established December 18, 1947
Published monthly by the students of Salve Regina College Newport, Rhode Island Editor-in-Chief
Patricia Byrne '51 Associate Editors
Jean Goday '51
Catherine Hogan '51
Jean McAuliffe '51
Art Editors
Ann Marie Cotter '51
Norma Haronian '51
Mary Reidy '51
Staff Reporters
Rita Belanger '51 Jane Mycroft '51
Eleanor McGrath '51 Theresa Walsh '51 Patricia Dooley '51
Camille Haneult '51 Patricia Whalan '51
Circulating Manager
Mary Quinn '51 Typists
Frances Bridgeman '51 Genevieve Prachniak '51 Eileen Quinn '51
d1l{ a"-"-lafJ EThe other afternoon while walking from Newport back to S. R. C., I passed one of those dingy little shops peculiar to some streets off Thames. Three chipped and semi-battered golden balls suspended over the doorway of the entrance to this pawnshop thwarted the efforts of a narrow beam of sunlight that vainly exerted itself to bring a gleam to their tarnished surface. The jumbled mass of wordly goods representing the joys and sorrows of mankind that one usually sees in the windows of such an establishment has always intrigued me As I paused before the murky glass show case, my eyes rested upon an antiquated violin of beautifully burnished wood, and, close by, a dented, dusty trombone. Immediately I began to visualize some ardent music lover, long since dead, whose treasured instruments were pawned for a miserable pittance. But my meditation suddenly. veered, as my eyes strayed to a tray of rings away over in the corner of this varied display. The limp looking velvet lining of a ring tray was literally loaded with the accepted symbol of lawful matrimony, wedding rings. Wide ones, narrow ones, filigreed ones, worn ones, brightly gleaming new onesthey were all there. And this thought struck me forcibly; are these the silent witnesses of a gradually deteriorating family life? Women, the acknowledged heart of the home, seem to be "throwing in the towel", giving up. What can be the matter with the feminine gender of the twentieth century, I asked myself. If our predecessors, the wives of yesterday, could manage to keep the sacramental marriage contract, why can't we? In earlier eras women had so little, civil law disregarded their rights completely, males were of the opinion
that they made charming decorations for around the house but were completely devoid of brains. They weren't even allowed to vote! Nowadays we are man's equal. We are social!y, economically, independent. Independent, maybe that was it. We are willing to follow all the moral principks of christian wedlock, but we cannot concede 3Pd wholeheartedly rely on husbands, who are the logical heads of the family. Suffragettes are still marching. The flag of freedom must be waved, for approximately thirty years ago women came into their own. Such an attitude most certainly devastates the male ego, and one really can't blame the sons of Adam. The Eves, the helpmates of today, are shirking their own duties and responsibilities to compete with the counterparts of the first member of our human race; engineers instead of housewives, chemists rather than good cooks, architects placed before home-builders, and publishers (female) who would gladly have a new book, yet register unabashed horror if anyone suggests their having a new baby. What can be done to remedy a situation like this? That's a difficult question to answer. Maybe if seventy-five percent of the young women in college today (the seventyfive that statistics prove will marry) could develop a few of the creditable attributes of the "clinging vine", future husbands might not feel like economic and social competitors. There would be amity, tranquillity within the family circle, and HOME could mean a kind of paradise on earth.
Cof~t:- 'Jw.ditionj_ There's an element of the classic in college traditions; there's something that makes your eyes water when you hear "Pomp and Circumstance" and makes you feel sad when you sing Christmas Carols with the glee club. Whatever it is, it's a quality you can't quite put your finger on that has made them survive the years of changing fashions, fads, and customs. Perhaps it is the quality of strange, lasting beauty, but the motivations of little importance. College students esteem traditions with the immortal classics and set them high above this kaleidoscopic world, as unwritten laws never to be violated, customs never to be erased from college life. College traditions range from the unbridled gaiety of a campus bonfire to the solemnity of graduation-but whether the traditions demand real, good fun, or devoted sobriety, they're a part of the life we have just begun as college women. We have incorporated many new traditions here at the college in the short time we have been here--traditions which will no doubt evolve into the unwritten law of our college. We must see that our law will withstand the fickleness of tastes, and passing of time. Our traditions can be of lasting beauty--our Cap and Gown Day, Mission Day, the Parents' Tea, our Freshman formal. It will rest with our wisdom or folly to choose the traditions which will form the foundation of our college spirit.
d/o/12ÂŁ Dnet: dffjain! The student body was honored Tuesday, January 6, 1948 by a visit from Mrs. Robert Goelet, benefactress of Salve Regina College. After an entertaining chat with Mother Provincial, Mother Hilda, class ofhcers-Mary Quinn, Ellen Hindle, Mary Sullivan, Margaret Feye, and social chairman, Catherine Hogan, over tta in the library, Mrs. Goelet personally received all members of the Freshman Class. The reception ceremonies took place in the "Great Hall". Then our guest was seated with members of the faculty to watch a short entertainment, fitting for the day on which it was presented, the Feast of the-Epiphany. The carolling of the Glee Club echoed and re-echoed throughout the opulent splendor, and tableaux depicting the coming of the Magi to Bethlehem were staged for this gracious lady's enjoyment. Following our artistic and musical efforts, Miss Mary Quinn, President of the Student Body, delivered a speech of welcome and gratitude, to which Mrs. Goelet gave a delightful impromptu reply. Benediction in the mirrored chapel ended the afternoon's festivities. As we bowed before our blessed Lord, enthroned in the golden halo of the monstrance, we could only pray that our guest might grasp, in part, the emotions that overwhelm each and every one of us when we meditate for a few moments upon the gtnerosity of the Goelet family; these emotions we can never adequately express. Preparing for departure, Mrs. Goelet spoke of her short visit as "coming home once again", a treat she had really enjoyed. When her automobile glided silently from the doorway, to slip through our lighted gate and into the chiffon-softness of the winter's night, we could only wish that Mrs. Goelet will renew her "homecoming" again and again in the future.
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KINGSBLOOD ROYAL
by SINCLAIR LEWIS
"Kingsblood Royal" is a blazing novel of racial prejudice skillfully handled by the author, who treats this greatly discussed subject from a new unusual angle, that will jolt the reader with its theme. The hero, Neil Kingsblood, an average, happilymarried, young war-veteran has an insatiable curiosity about his percursors. This leads to the startling revelation that he is one thirty-second negro, which legally constitutes a full blooded man of Ethiopian ancestry. Whether or not you agree with the decision that Neil makes concerning the revelation of his dream-shattering secret, you will have to come to the conclusion that the story has not been given "kidglove" treatment. It is one of those "improbable possible" tales written so realistically that you feel yourself worrying, along with Neil, about how this discovery will affect his attractive wife, Vesta:l, and their baby daughter Biddy, an enchanting little creature "all pink and gold". Perhaps his position is slightly over-dramatized, but on the other hand is it possible to state postively how one would react if suddenly thrust from an ivory-white
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DRAMATics CLUB
For the third time in the school year, (the first in nineteen-forty-eight) the Regina Players stepped before the footlights. On this occasion the tableaux of "Little Christmas" were presented. Behind the scenes, admist last minute preparations, serious breaches of yuletide etiquette were to be foundCatherine Roach as Our Lady, struggling to attach the long blue mantle, identified with the Mother of Christ down through the ages (modern bobby-pins were finally substituted for ancient Jewish methods)-Eleanor McGrath, Eleanor Testa, and Patricia Whalan as angels without wings-shepherds without staffs, and even Saint Joseph (Ann Dore) in lipstick, minus the traditional long brown beard. Despite all irregularities before presentation, it can be said that the finished product was a realistic replica of the Holy Family of Nazareth. INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB
With increased membership, the International Relations Club of Salve Regina College began the New Year with high hopes of an eventful calendar. A panel discussion between club members will highlight this month's schedule. In co-ordination with the National Federation of Catholic College Students, the second semester project for the college will be the sending of clothing to Europe. The plan will function under the auspices of our International Relations Club. Miss Eileen Quinn, charter member of the I. R. C., is chairman of the new undertaking. .
GLEE CLUB
The Queen's Choristers will make their first public appearence on February 8, 1948 at the Saint Vincent de Paul Concert in Providence, R. I. In anticipation of this gala event, the Choristers can be heard each morning humming such compositions as "Kentucky Babe", "Espana", and "Carmena". Our program is under the direction of Sister Mary Rosina, R. S. M. Miss Theresa Walsh will be the accompanist. DISCUSSION CLUB
The enthusiasts of the Stella Maris association came back from vacation with newfledged ideas for lively discourse. The members assemble every Wednesday at a later hour since the time has been switched from first to third period. The recent subject for debate, "No salvation outside the Church" caused considerable agitation, and firm sentiments are being voiced continually. No doubt dogmas and opinions will straighten out in the near future, for at the last meeting, Mary Cahill, Catherine Hogan and Katherine Roach gave intelligent papers on the matter at hand. These were followed by a talk from Father Dillon that helped clear up some preliminary difficulties. Because of lack of time conclusions were left until the next meeting. tower into the realm of the lowly, obsequious negro? Nevertheless the story is a gripping one and will give food for thought; cogitation that may produce a little more understanding for a people constantly attacked by "solid American citizens", whose primary aim seems to be making their "different" countryman's lives unbearable.
Now that the Christmas vacation has gone plunging rather noisily into the past, we've all settled down once more to the usual routine amidst books, and are "anxiously" awaiting the coming exams with blood-shot eyes, inkstained fingers, and sadly drooping anatomies. However, the "salty" atmosphere may have some soothing effect on our anxieties and emotions.
I kiss my hand to you, Mary holy Mother, I kiss my hand to you, Jesus, little brother. Mary, I love your robe, like a wave in the deep sea, Your aureole of stars, is very dear to me.
(Catholic Anthology)
"A strong moral character on the part of both contracting parties is essential for a good Christian marriage." As a result of the above mentioned vacation, we need These were the words of Reverend Gerald F. Dillon, chapnever wonder about the time of day. Just ask Lucy Roberts lain of Salve Regina College, on summing up the forum or Nancy Smith. Also, if there are any particular programs on the sacrament of Matrimony presented at the Sodality to which you'd care to listen, Pat Dooley will be only too meeting of January the fourteenth. Many aspects of lawful glad to lend you her rawedlock were reviewed dio. Of course, all these by six members of the gifts may not have any Sodality board; Elizareflections upon the beth Cardoza, Patricia "givers" but then again, Byrne, Nancy Smith, io the tune of "In The Evening By The Moonlight" I don't doubt that senEleanor McGrath, Thetiment enters into the resa Walsh, and CathThere's a college by the ocean erine Hogan. question. Like a star above the sea, A letter from the Seems that Jane MyNewport Cenacle was Claiming all in her devotion, croft and a certain Tomread by Florence McOh it's there we long to be! my Delaney, (Holy Laughlin, chairman of Alma Mater, now we hail thee Cross) were a very strikthe Eucharistic ComAs our guide thru' days to come, ing and "towering" mittee inviting the girls Our dear college--our Regina, by the sea. to give a half an hour couple at the dance held in the Sheraton Biltof adoration weekly at Sing her praises, let us hear them, the Cenacle Chapel. more by St. Xavier's In a call that's proud and clear, Alumnae, owing to the fact that Jane measured Sending voices to endear them, six feet, one inch and Bring your hearts and place them here. Habits Tommy, six feet, three Lend your spirit to your voices are at first inches. Who says that And resound with echoes true: Cobwebs"the little girls get all We now pledge our love and loyalty to you. the big men?" at last, CATHERINE HOGAN, '51 Cables. The "Barn" is no longer! ! The object of many puns from the class has suddenly found itself minus the plodding of size 9's. Its inhabitants have found other quarters and have left the poor old chamber vacant and desolate. Ellen Hindle, vice president of the student body, or should I say Second Mate among the "first" class, has beamed, of late, with radiating brilliancy. Could it be caused by a certain well-known male? Btt lots of girls are "green" with envy! The resident students have found amidst the day-hops one who is willing to act as a special delegate of the United States Post Office. Joan Danis will very obligingly mail any outgoing letters. However, as a precaution, you would do well to request that mail to males be mailed and not delivered by Miss D. Has Jennie Prachniak finally made up her mind? Don has gallantly stepped into the picture and taken up much of the young lady's time. However, another change in the ( conliuned to next column)
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM (continued)
near future will come as a surprise to no one. Jen has a great yen for variety. Eileen Schwenk recently attended a dance at Manhattan College with Jerry and apparently had a wonderful evening. Eileen left Friday, January 9th, in the afternoon and rushed home to the big affair. Distance and time are no objects in a case like this. Regina Virginum seems ro be the scene of constant outbursts of temper from those therein. Controversies and heated discussions arise and each night a battle royal is fought openly in reference to lights. A request is in order to kindly refrain from too drastic means and methods. Farewell all, and till next issue I leave you with a slogan which in time will go down in history. "REMEMBER THE MEASLES"