The Wilmington morning star., 1947-02-09
Cynthia
Reports
90
BY CYNTHIA N

unen | aWCKe ms 3uU-.l.l9, IL
was dark and looked as if the ram
would be coming down lin sheets
before the morning had started.
But only the darkness prevailed I'M
ii, - in the middle of third period
the rain did descend. and so IN
tensely that you couldn't even see
the trees just outside the classroom !
windows. Glasses ended, and after
lunch as we prepared for the as
sembly, a few girls who live across
the campus came in with the state
ment that it had begun to snow. In
less than a few seconds we could
all e how right they were, for as
we looked into the cold out-of-doors,
the snow came dowa so sthickly
that it looked as if angels were
shaking thousands Of feather-beds
over the earth and it's inhabitants.
Somehow we managed TO sit
through assembly and give our at
tention to the speaker, but as soon
as it was over, windows and glass
doors were packed with eager faces
pressed c%uriously against their
panes. Even though I have seen
some snow, l have never seen il
come down as quickly or as thickly
as it did this afternoon. The wind !
drove swirls of the fifty-cent pieces
Of snow against-tne trees and bank
ed it up against the buildings and
the walks. AS we watched, the
green campus was transformed in
to a canopy of white, clean and
sparkling against the black outline
of the bare trees. But the trees did
rot remain SO bleak and colorless.
Almost Immediately their branches
were encased in jackets IF ice
which made them look as if they
were gilded with silver. And you
could hear them crackle in reply
to the winds caressing but cold
and frosty blasts. The larger trees
formed Lodges for the snow to rest
upon, and soon looked as if they
were bedecked in ermine. Now as
l write the larger flakes have ceas-
ed to fall, but a million f~eathery
little flakes still are drifting earth
ward and making the few remain
ing untouched. surfaces blend
in with the white of the landscape
SO beautifully painted by the great
est artist of all - Winter
Contrary to a closing statement
in my last column, l spent my few
days between semesters at hore
instead of in Akron, Ohio with my :
roommate. l had planned TO
go with her right up to the last
minute but there's just something
about home that no other place
can offer and when exams were
over and girls made mad daslies
for buses, planes. and trains to the
norths l grabbed my trusty suit
case and headed for the sunny
southland. And I found it
very much SO when l arrived home
last Friday morning. Camellias and
Japonicas were il full bloom along
with some early blooming pansies,
daisies, and jonquils.
While l was home, 1 attended the
Legislature dance held in the
MINIS gym on Saturday night. But
things were quite changed from
the last time I was there - things
and people. I remember our dances
- the stays who stood in the mid
die of the floor - and still do -
consisted Of George Clark. Jack
Lowrimore, Jack Marcus, Snake
Holford, Football Smith, Mack Ay-
ers, Lon Ussery, Eugene Mauney,
Ed Shane, Jack Baldwin, Francis
Chadwick, Howell Sharpe, and so
very many others. Now you'll see
Tommy Hall. Bobby Melton, Jack
Bryant, Eddie Bell. Jack Shytle,
Leslie Hummell, Hampton Roth.
well, Billy McEachern. and all the
fellas that make up the present day
student body. l remember when
boys would patiently wait their
turns to dance with the most popu-
lar girls of the day - Mary Anne
Jenkins, Finky Marlowe, Nell
Trask, Elizabeth Marye. Ann
Adams, Jane Head, Mavis Sykes.
Sally Trulove and lovely Doug
las McKoy. These girls now make
up the most popular young So
cialites of the city and there are
others who draw the dancers to
break on them at all the Hanover
hops. Most o. us knew Anne Har-
risS now Mrs. l.. B. Harrell il.
but not many of us knew her SIS
ter Betsy very well. If you were
to go to a dance at school this
year you'd see that Betsy ranks
near the top of the list of popu-
lars. Audrey Staugh, Betty Wal
tiers, Kathryn Hunter, June An
drews, and Sara K. Jordan steal
the limelight and we'll they all
might. Even though strictly "zoot"
clothes seem to be the latest fash
ion, slow dancing has taken the
place of jitterbugging and you'll
find most of the dance enthus.l iasts
Sitting out" the hep numbers. Not
much like the days when Killer
Huffman, Snake Holford, and Jim
my Caudill led the fast dances
which were quite the thing.
While I was home I also saw
lots of o1d-timers who are
now pushing up the ladder of must
cal conndy. Yes, / saw "Steppin
Hi", and enjoyed every minute of
it. Even though older people took
a larger part. VI crowd was we'll
r~epreSented Miss Rachel Coroarcp