The Wilmington morning star., 1947-12-07
N THIA
REPORTS
BY CYNTHIA JOHNSON

The grey mists of an early
December dawn began to clear,
and I could see clearly the JEFF
ferson Memorial, the Lincoln
Memorial, and soon the Capitol
building itself. My train was
pulling into D. C. Ahead of me
lay two more weeks of stdy and
preparatino - but behind me
lay four wonderful days spent
at home.
1t seems as though the first
week after we had gotten settled
here, my roommate and I be-
gan to plan for Thanksgiving
holidays and going home. AS the
time grew closer, plans began
TO become reality. Here at
Webster the night of the big
Thanksgiving banqut drew
near, came, and joined other
memories of the past. The "go-
ing home" night finally arrived.
That afternoon few of us who
had to catch late night trains,
managed to pass the time in the
show and doing some early
Christmas shopping. 1 managed
to pass so much time that it
was quite late when I noticed
my watch. After mad dash in
a cab to the station, a hurried
exit through the gates, and a
mile-run down tn ramp to the
waiting pullman, I was aboard
and ready for my jorney home.
turned in rather early, so I
didn't know that quite a few
Wilmingtonians were on the
same train. The next morning
as we all sat anxiously await
ing the sign for the Smith Creek
Yard and that long blast on the
whistle which told us Whining
ton was just around the bend,
l looked up to see Lon Ussry
hurrying down the aisle. He
stopped to chat, and very soon
we were home. Family, friends,
and fellas were there to greet
all of us which included Sara
Kay Jordan and Toni Patelas.
Thanksgiving night I joined
the crowd gathering at the sta
dium and helped cheer the Wild
cats on to another victory. Be-
tween halls - and just as cold
as / was, 1 saw Anna Kamer
and Dick Phelps, and Pat Hard
wick and Shirley Brown, The
cheer leaders looked mighty fine
"a squad all NHHS can be
proud of.
Friday afternoon found me
down on Front street talking
with Chubby Paul who was
home from Ft. Bragg; Harry
Williams a student at Wake
Forest; Mr.. and Mrs. A. B.
Blake, Jr.; George Jones, and
John King. Melroose Straugn
took long enough off from her
work to drop over for a coke
1t sho' was good to be home
and see all the old gang again.
Yes, home again but, all
too soon Sunday night came and
for me it meant train time-re-
turn to college. SorroWfully and
not half so energetically, I went
to the station, told Mother and
Dad so long for a little while
and was on my way. Soon the
moon came out in all its silvery
glory. Along the tracks every lit
tie ditch and puddle of water
was a frozen mass of ice, and
the coldness of the outside pene-
trated the interior of the train.
Sara Kay and Toni made the re-
turn trip as far as Richmond
with me. After a six O'Clock
breakfast the next morning, /
arrived in D. c., grasped sit
cases, hailed cab, and jst
made it on time for my first
period class.
It's all over now, but another
vacation lies only eleven more
days away. Here at Webster the
days left are filled to the maxi
mum with social events.
There'll be stdies to prepare
and classes to attend for these
next eleven days, but somehow
I feel certain that our professors
won't expect to much of us.
They know our minds are racing
ahead to December 18th, to holi-
day parties, to doing our Christ
mas shopping - to being home.
Study hall is almost over for
now, so I'll have to close. Need
less to say, I'm one of the more
than anxious ones who eagerly
awaits the arrival of the 18th
So, until it does, I'll just say
SO long