The Wilmington morning star., 1947-03-02
Cynthia
Reports
CYNTHIA JOHNSON


really showed me what it is like
to live in cold weather-and fairly
deep snow! 1t was the cold vino
Glowing across the snow on the
campus that wakened me again
only this time more snow fell thai.
ever before. The roads to Rock
Creek Park were blocked because
of the fallen snow, so we here al
Webster were snoW-bound most Of
the weekend.~ But a few brave
souls, my roommate and l among
them, ventured out into the ice te
take pictures-and to hurl a few
sEowballs at anyone who should be
passing. We all wore Stacks. al
least four pairs of socks under
fleece-lined stadium boots, gloves,
a sweater, a t-shirt, and a heavy
coat. But, the sad part about it
was We couldn't tell the depth of
the snow merely by looking at it
drifting so gracefully across the
campus and banking up against
the buildings. Down by the little
stream that run by the tennis
courts seemed to be a nice place
to pose for a shot, SO we dash
madly down lie hill for the ap-
pointed destination. That is, we
start off dashing down the hill, but
most Of us pass our friends on the
way, rolling over and over, and
shrieking with laughter. At the
bottom of the hill we picked our
selves up, brushed off most of the
snow, and headed. for the stream.
Step here-it's not SO deep here, >
shouts one of the girls-as her leg
disappears in about six feet OF
snow. Well maybe not six feet.
But she sho' did have a bootful
when she was able to find her
foot. We managed to take up
about six rolls of film with the
only casualties being the time the
front dropped off the camera "a
hinge came loose), and taking two
pictures on the same exposure.
The snow was the center of all
social life this past weekend. 4
crowd of girls and some fella
from n of the nearby schools
tried out the ice in the creek in
Rock Creek Park. There were
people skating on the frozen aqua,
but, since none of us had skates,
we made heavy stadium boots
serve the purpose. We would stand
back a little ways on the bank
and take a run for the slick icy
surface of the creek. You did fine
as long as you were sliding, but
when you tried to stop-weu. if
your date was any sort of a gentle
man, he was always on hand to
pick you up and help you back
to a seat on the snow-covefed
bank. AS we walked down the
middle of the supposedly solidly
frozen creek, the ice began to
break away near the bank, and,
as could be expected, the girls be-
gan to get squeamish and wanted
to take for the banks to continue
the trek through the ice-bound
park. But the fellas said the ice
would hold. So, they walked On
down the creek, and the girls
walked along the bank. Unfor-
tunately the ice held. and we
couldn't say'"We told you So" A
tug-o-war' ensued. the victors
being the fellas, of course And the
girls, as losers. were quickly
thrown into nearby banks of snow
and covered with it beyond recoe-
milton. In order to appease this
latest wrong, the boys built a fire
IN the shelter of a fallen tree. and
We spent the rest of the afternoon
warm, secure,-and mighty tired,
I've always read about walking
through snow, listening to It
crunch under your feet, and feel
ing the glow that only new-fallen
snow can offer. But I experienced
Il tpr myself this past Sunday
morning. There were no cabs a.
valuable. SO l walked about seven
blocks to attend church. AS /
walked along, l felt the snow give
way under the step of my boots,
eAd more than once, l slipped on
the ice which covered the walks.
III always think that my feet wee
raised in the south. cause thew
sho' have had a hard time walk
ing in this snow. The wind blew
sharply and stung my face as l
walked more briskly in order to
be on time for the service. AS ]
neared the church which is locat-
ed in the midst of an open field
with no houses Or anything to OBJ
strltct the view of it's beauty, l
heard the chimes peal out across
the snow. singing forth hymns in
praise of God. The rays of the
morning sun shone through the
brilliant cut-glass windows and
lighted them as if they were cut
of precious jewels. The magni-
ficent colors from these windows
fell on the snow and reproduced
the pictures found in the windows
of the church. 1t was a sight l
shall never forget, one l wish l
could describe to you more glow
ingly so you could see it as l did.
After the service l met some of
the girls from school, and we
walked back-or I. should say
slid back to Webster together.
Even though the sun has been out
brightly everyday. the snow still
remains, and the little fellas with
sleds are still looming down the
hills and icy streets.
Even here in D. c. I read OF
the latest honor that has been be-
slowed upon. lovely Miss Mary
Jarman. Congratulations, Mary,
and may you always know success
in all you undertake.
If you live in D. c. and don't
have a stocking cap that reaches
halfway down the middle of your
back, is very brilliant.in color, and
has a huge colored ball dangling
on the end, you just aren't in the
''knoW." From little girls on up to