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Longwood University Digital Commons @ Longwood University Student Publications Library, Special Collections, and Archives 11-1945 The olonnC ade, Volume Vlll Number 1, November 1945 Longwood University Follow this and additional works at: http://digitalcommons.longwood.edu/special_studentpubs Recommended Citation Longwood University, "The oC lonnade, Volume Vlll Number 1, November 1945" (1945). Student Publications. 141. http://digitalcommons.longwood.edu/special_studentpubs/141 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Library, Special Collections, and Archives at Digital Commons @ Longwood University. It has been accepted for inclusion in Student Publications by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ Longwood University. For more information, please contact [email protected]. m'i I I I BOTTLED UNDER AUTHORITY OF THE COCA-COLA COMPANY BY LYNCHBURG COCA-COLA BOTTLING WORKS. INC. LYNCHBURG, VIRGINIA LOOK FOR THE AD HERE NEXT TIME STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE PARMVILLE, VIRGINIA VOL, 3aSt. NOVEMBER, 1945 NO. 1 CONTENTS STORIES: Kiss in the Dark Anne Willis 4 Erase the Puppy Margaret Wilson 10 The Climax Irene Pomeroy 14 Mr Simmons Settles Things Betty Deuel Cock 19 FEATURE Our Rats 7 Thoughtful Satisfaction Martha Smith-Smith 9 Dear Mom 16 A Solan.e anrJ A Delight Margaret Willson 21 If You Lived in the Old South Lovice Elaine Altizer 22 POETRY: To the Freshmen Betty Deuel Cock 3 Escape Mary Rattray 8 We Thank Thee Mary Lou Feamster. 24 Asked of a Gentleman Betty Deuel Cock 25 BOOK REVIEWS: Loth: The Brownings: A Victorian Idyll Vivian Edmunds 18 Costain: The Black Rose Evelyn Nair 18 College Polish jane Philhower 26 Over the Editor's Shoulder Editor 2 THE STAFF Editor Nancy Whitehead BiLsiness Manager Catherine Lynch Literary Editor Connie Ozlin, Typists Lucile Upshur- Evelyn Hair, Anne Willis, Annette Grainger, Nell Scott, Harriet Sutherlin, Charlotte Anne Motley, Virginia Tindall. West, Rachael Brugh. Poetry Editor Lucy Bralley, Anna Kucera Bxisiness Assistants Mary Anne Loving, Barbara Lee Myers, Emily Carper, Dorothy Book Review Editor Lucy McKenry, Owen, Margaret McIntyre. Jane Anderson. Alt Editor Carmen Low, BOARD OF CONTRIBUTORS Virginia Bland, Norma Howard, Glenn Ann Chairman Betty Cock Patterson. Margaret Wilson, Martha Wells, Naomi College Polish Jane Philhower Piercy, Mary Rattray. \^vet tne (^duat ^ <:z^/to^uldet Freshmen, we dedicate this issue of THE COLONNADE to you, the class of '49. You have won your place in the hearts of the upperclassmen, and we all now have a greater oppor- tunity to work, to play, and above all to cooperate together. As you have gone through your daily routine, you have grasped and reflected the true spirit of Farmville, by your friend- liness, your happiness, and your endeavor to do an honest day's work. Your classmates are now members of your Farmville family; support them and never fail to do that little extra chore, which makes the task a finished job. Freshmen, you are our pride, and we have great hopes for the 1949 class of S.T.C. Dean Smith, our guest writer, gives you some inspiring thought in her article. Thoughtful Satisfaction. Carmen Low cleverly illustrated your cover, and the intriguing mice are the products of her humorous pen. In our poetry section, you will find a contribution from one of your classmates, Mary Lou Feamster. We hope to have many more from you. Also Mary Rattray and Betty Cock display their poetic talent. We congratulate the winners of our short story contest: Anne Willis, who wrote A Kiss In The Dark , and Margaret Wilson, who wrote Erase The Pappy. Also honorable mention goes to Betty Cock and Irene Fomeroy for their stories. We pause a moment before closing to thank our faculty and our fellow contributors for their constant help and encouragement. We should also like to leave with each of you this thought, your college magazine is a representation of you; therefore, help us each time to make it a little better. We'll be seeing you around, and the next COLONNADE will appear in January. -^^^^ft^Y^^^^'^^^^^^'^^^^^^ ; o;||J¥g«M^ tlie ^i^te^lti4teH. Betty Deuel Cock Racing through these hallowed halls Chasing dowti the hill Tacking "Frankie" on your walls . Yet writing home to "Bill". Getting homesick, making calls, As every Freshman will. Checking mail-box twice an hour; Missing breakfast daily; Wondering if you have the power To live this life so gaily. Sleeping through an 8 :05 . Apologizing, palely. Flying through this year of yours As fast as Living speeds you. With "piece" of mind that still assures The fact that Living heeds you. Fly onward, Freshmen, race away . , . For College Living needs you! —; ^^A Kiss I TERRY WADE leaned back comfort- view, but its fairy-like quality had flipped tfl- ably against the leather cushions, of the calendar backwards—back to another the cab which was threading its way through spring night when he had been an inebriate a maze of dinner-time traffic. As it sped on of youth and a song. and lost its identity among hundreds of What an eternity it seemed now since he other scurrying black cars, Jerry felt a and his current date (whom his friends had wave of inward peace—a sense of mental dubbed "Terriffic Sal" in tribute to her wholeness which had been foreign to him Venus-like proportions and her round-about during the long months he had chalked off glances from beneath long smoky lashes) in the war-theatre of the Pacific. And, he since he and Sal had terminated a gay eve- reminded himself with a wry smile that he ning "with an exclamation point," as Sal hadn't felt such mental wholeness since glibly phrased it, with a bang-up midnight that week-end at State so long ago when he fete at Jerry's fraternity lodge. It was a clinched his half-formed desire to enlist. warm night, and the wide French doors and Pe-^haps, he thought, his grim experiences low slung windows had been spilling out with Jap snipers and Kamikazi divers had handfuls of overheated "brothers" and served to erase the memory of what hap- "drags," who, mellowed by expensive pints pened during that interlude and to relegate of gin and bourbon, were wrapped in an it forever to that realm of forgetfulness aura of brotherly affection. where it belonged. Quite a paradox, he It had been a pretty trivial incident, he mused, if his empty sleeve could make him realized, which had tormented him so often mentally whole again and cloud out the throughout those endless weeks. He wonder- vision of hair like melted sunlight and still ed now what foolish errand had sent him the music of a girl's voice. down those deserted steps which led to the unused chapter room in the basement. He, The taxi was far along a broad boule- as "Keeper-of-the-Key" been desig- vard now, leaving the city din behind. They had dispose some recently emptied we-e passing through a sleeping suburb, nated to of rolled guilelessly underfoot sentineled by rows of watchful maples. bottles which dwelled Jerry concentrated on the spasmodic white in the cramped basement bar. He on his vagueness concerning the mission line unfolding before them and stretching up to the Big Dipper hung above. As the with sad satisfaction. taxi surmounted a small incline, the outline The steps had been steep with a sharp of another auto was visible just ahead. As curve midway down, as if the architect had it swerved past, the proximity enabled squeezed them in as an afterthought. The Jerry's eyes to trespass for a split second only light had been a beam from the half- inside of the other car. A hand rested on the open door above. Jerry had felt slightly open window, and he caught sight of a withdrawn descending the stair, as if he did sparkling object. It was dinner ring — a not belong to the procession of moving feet large sapphire edged by clusters of tiny scuffing across the dance floor overhead diamonds. Almost instantly it was lost to somehow he had been a stranger to the in- 'he Dark 99 Contest Turn page, please THE COLONNADE toxicating gaiety of the dancers. Since he sultry voice crooning the chorus. The mo- had always been especially sensitive to ment had been so enchanting that it seemed beautiful sounds, his mood that night may to Jerry that the Big Dipper had reached well have been induced by a song—a lovely down and scooped them up together in her melody which had seemed to sing out into ladle. the night for him alone. The girl beside him had been so much a part of it that he had felt she, too, must It had been just a popular hit tune have sensed the bond between them. had which he recognized as "A Kiss In the He been anxious to dispel the anxiety in her Dark." But at that moment it had held him eyes; so had said kindly, "Don't fret, spellbound, and he had stood rooted on the he lady. This isn't the first time a nice girl has last step—aware of nothing save the final been forced into a jam like this. The beauty notes of the trumpet. At that moment he of life is not knowing what Mr. Destiny has had seen a tiny glittering object tossing its scribbled on the next page for you. Look up ray of light into the dining room. As his there at Orion. Isn't he beautiful?" eyes accustomed themselves to the dark- ness, he had seen that it was in reality a "One of the m.ost beautiful sights I've large dinner ring, an oval sapphire with a ever seen," she answered earnestly.

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