The Wilmington morning star., 1947-03-30

hanr mat mas endeared her to the
aits OF all her classmates.
contest which has been goino
on for the past two weeks wa :
ulougnt to a close this past
wednesday with the announce.
ment OF the winner of the crown
contest. Are you wondering what
l mean? The crown was made for
me May Queen, and out of ali
tne crowns made by the students.
one was chosen as the prettiest bv
the student body, and the DESIGNER
not only has the thrill of seeing
her crown worn by the Nav Queer
at the May Day festivities. but
she alfo is ten dollars richer. The
winning crown was simple. sturdy.
out very lovely. 1t was m lie with
Inc customary points all the way
around, but the surface of the
crown was covered with tiny white
: Ssial ne26G. In the center of the
largest point was a large imitation
ruby stone, and on either side, in
lne center of smaller points, were
~Latcnlng stones. These were all
put on the white satin base by
nand' and the effect w a s even
more lovely than your imagination
nay lead you to believe. AS vet
the queen and her attendants have
not been announced, but plans for
the actual festival have been un-
derway for quite sometime.
1t seems as if "Open the Door.
Richard" has taken a back seat
on the list of current favorites
with the 1--WE fans. At least, it's
that way here in D. C. But some
thlng just as nutty has stepped to
the front and filled in the gap it's
gong left. That something" is
"Hoodle-Addle." Have you heard
It'll! If not, and if you happened
to be walking down the halls of
third floor Main dorm some Sat-
urday morning when the sane PEG.
pie we're trying to sleep, you'd
hear its strains issue forth from
quite a few Of the rooms. But it
wouldn't last for long, because
those poor souls who had been so
rudely awakened would soon 81
lence the gay gadabouts and try
to resume their sleep. Still, the
song has caught on with all of
us here at MWC, and it seems
as if its here to stay-at least
till after spring vacation!
Lets go to Silver Spring to the
show"-"Haven't got time; got to
pack" This conversation could
have ensued between most any
Webster girl this past Thursday
night as vacation time drew clos
er. On any night, one of us would
jump at the chance for a movie,
but on this certain night, ~suitcases
we're dragged from closets, suits
and dresses folded and neatly(?)
packed away - that's not what
Mother said when she started
Helping me unpack mine. But,
anyway, we were anxious to be
starting for home, and what did
it matter how wrinkled our clothes
were? Rooms that were usually
tidy and clean - at least for in
spection every morning - were
chaos personified, and were far
from passing inspection types.
Somehow we managed to get a
little sleep that night, and after
hurrying through classes on Fri
day, grabbing a bite to eat, adieus
were hurriedly said to roommate
and friend, taxis we're boarded,
and thoughts were already racing
down the tracks with a homeward
bound train, or flying through the
air with the speed of passenger
plan. Midst a light, powedry
SNOWFALL, I headed for the station,
boarded the night train for the
southland, and after a long and
uneventful trip, stepped down onto
the cement ramp in the train
station of Wilmington. 1t sho' is
wonderful to be back home, and
1 won't let myself think that be-
fore too long I'll be packing that
suitcase again, running for a
train, and walking up the hill to
school. Welcome home to all the
gang, and have a happy Easter.
So long!