The Wilmington morning star., 1947-01-26
Cynthia
Reports"
:. By
JOHNSON


n light before, you may have
gone to sleep to the sound of the
WIND Whlstling around the corners
OF the building, and the ligne Of
Stars cleaning clearly through the
clear but colo night air. But in
the morning, you are awakened by
something. falling softly but with
a tlngling cares upon your
cheeks. AS you stretch, and rub
the sleep from your eyes, you
glance out the window which you
had opened the night before. The
Sill Is covered with drifted snow.
and you find that the wind is blow
ing snow into the partially opened
window. Even though you nate the
thought of leaving the warm GOV
ers of your bed, you rouse your
self enough to close the window
and then sink, c~ontently, back into
the c~ozlless of your downy quilt.
This is the way you are awakened
on these Wlntry mornings here in.
Washington. But, soon the class
bell rings, and, gathering up your
books, you make a mad dash
glassware. Studies take up the
larger part of the day, and before
you realize it, the day is over,
and You are again ready for bed.
And, if the. temperature is Is de-
grees above, as it is while | am
writing this, you'll be certain to
close that window tonight so snow
won't wake you in the morning,
Hair styles are going up this
ear-not in price, but in arrange
ment. Those girls who have spent
years in training their tresses to
drape gracefully to the shoulder
and beyond, have been pilins the
hair on top of the head in large,
old-fashloned curls, or deep. flow
ing waves Others resort to snoods
and kerchiefs. But whatever style
they may choose, the reason for
re upsweep is the same in all
y ses-a certain little fellow-o1
lie may be large-named Jack the
Shipper is abroad, and leaves III
his path sheared locks, and dis
neartened feminimity. For the
past month he has been brandish-
ing his shears, but recently has
died out in his activity. But, ]
fear it will be sometime before
the girls r brave enough to drop
their hair back to their shoulders.
This past weekend my room
mate'a father who is connected
with the government, was here in
D. C. on business, and introduced
Us to many of the interesting per
sonages as we'll as places here
in the nations capital. Friday
afternoon we visited the Senate,
and saw many of the senators
who have made names for them.
selves in the politics of the day
in action. Senator Claud Pepper
from Floriaa, Senator Barley,
Senator Tom Connally, Senator
Taft. and Senator Bricker were
constantly on their toes, as well
as was Senator Brewster, Senator
Vandenburg presided during most
tof the session, Saturday morning
we were admitted to the White
House through a letter from n
of the senators. We entered the
White House through the East
Wing where the first object to
catch my eye was the beautiful
but strangely different piano. II
place of legs, the body of the pi-
n was held up by statues Of
gold eagles. The piano itself was
flecked in gold, and was protect.
ed by velvet ropes. In the middle
of the room hung two of the most
breath-taking chandeliers I've
ever seen. They were so huge,
you feared they might plumet
downward any minute, but on
closer observation, you could see
that they were supported by cell
ing chains. Moving on down the
hall, we stopped before the Red
Room, the Green Room, and the
Blue Room. At the end Of the hall
was the famous Walnut Room
where dinners and receptions are
given. In each of these yooms, and
at intervals along the ceiling OF
the halls, hung more magnificent
chandeliers, some looking like
mountains of carefully carved dl-
almonds gracefully arranged and
displayed by the hands of a true
genius in the art. In the center OF
the floor as you enter the main
hall. there is an inset of the presl-
dents seal. On display in the
rooms on the first floor, there are
sets of china used by the presi-
dents of our nations, and paintings
of the presidents and their wives.
1 had the pleasure of meeting DR..
! Steelman who is serving as AS
sistant President now that there
is no vice-president. I left the
building itself, but l know that the
beauty l saw there will never
leave my memory.
After trying fo> a week to get
near the theatre which was pre-
senting THE Razor's Edge, l fl
nally managed to join the crowd
moving toward the interior of the
theatre and find a seat SO that
I could see W. Somerset
Maughmn's novel as produced on
the screen. And, as far as I'm
concerned, it was one of the best
pictures I've seen in quite some
time. But. there was also another
picture that drew a crowd almost
as large as the one for THE
Razor's Edge, and that movie
was, and 1 say it proudly In this
land of yankees, Song of the
South" 1t should be a Unjust" on
your list of entertaining movies
for the season of 1947.
Here at school the most popu-
lar as a song, but it has come to
be the pass word of many OF the
Webster girls. Have you heard,
|"Open the Door, Richard?' That
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