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Pa e Two SKYSCRAPER THE SKYSCRAPER Official Semi-Monthly Newspaper of MUNDELEIN COLLEGE 6363 Sheridan Road Chicago, Illinois Mundelein Chicago's College Fou Women Under the Direction of the Sisters of Charity, B.V.M. F.ntered as Second Class Matter Nov. 30, 1932, at the Post Office ol Chicago, Illinois, under the Act of March 3, 1879. 1.75 the year. Published semi-monthly from October to May inclusive by the students of Mundelein College. Vol. X. Friday, December 1, 1939 No. 5 ALL-AMERICAN HONORS 1938 Member 1939 Pissociated Cblle8*ate Press ALL-CATHOLIC HONORS Telephone: Briar ate 3800 Co-Editors Clare Anderson, Betty Vestal Feature Editors ....Frances Sayre, Marie Von Driska Assistants Mary Lou Bell, Eileen Mahoney Club Editor .Joan Kaspari Assistants Patricia Ellis. Myrna Lamont News Editors Helen Murphy, Rulh Mary Gamber Assistants Elaine Hartman, Dorothy McCarthy, Evelyn Nelson Copy Editors Lavinia Cole, Anne Marie O'Rourke Reporters Joan- Morris, Audrey Joyce, Patricia Byrne, Helen O'Day. Marjorie Carlos, Ann Dempsey, Mary Joe Fahrendorf, Marian Cahill. Florence Squires, Georgene McGowan, Patricia Gould. That We Be Ready Advent. .. prelude to the feast of Christ mas ... a time of preparation for the Holy season ... a time of hope and expectation for the loveliest of Anniversaries . . . a time of rejoicing for Mundelein students because of the beautiful traditions so inti mately bound up with a Mundelein Christ mas . . . the candle-lighting ceremony with each slender taper a shimmering part of the manifold Christmas candle . . . the hush as the students hear their President's message ... as black-gowned seniors par ticipate in their last under-graduate Christmas ... as freshmen gain their first impression of its significance . . . Advent ... St. Paul in the Epistle for the first Sunday admonishing us to put on the armour of light . . . the novena in honor of the Immaculate Conception lead ing up to the solemn Day of Recollection, first in Mundelein's history ... a day of reflection and quiet for the contemplation of a life more in conformity with that of our Patron, the Mother Immaculate . . . and the Feast Day itself . . . December 8 . . . enshrined in the hearts of all Catholic students . . . holyday of the Symbol of Purity . . . tall candles gleam before her altar in the College Chapel . . . slim can dles bearing in their uplifted light the aspirations and dreams of her students . . . radiant candles, illuminating the snow- white Promise Cards placed at her feet by devoted daughters . . . O Mary conceived without sin . . . Pray for us who have re course to Thee . . . Advent . . . frost designs on the campus trees . . . sunlight glinting on the shrub bery and the white wall by the lake . . . holiday plans . . . thoughts for others . . . Christmas shopping . . . genial, jostling crowds . . . preparations for the Christmas charities . . . Advent ... a brief period before the celebration of a Birthday ... an oppor tunity to cement temporal relationships and to intensify spiritual relationships ... a time for reparation and for stimulation of new ideals that Christmas, Feast of glory and tenderness, may find us ready . . . Qreetings and Valuations (inly 24 days to Christmas, and we don't like Scotties with wreaths around their whiskers. In other words, Christmas is coming, and so is the deluge of inap propriate greeting cards. For saying Merry Christmas in com mercial verse-bearing cards, Americans have three ways. Take them up one at a time. Specimen one: The I'm-too-embar- rassed-to-say-it-otherwise-so-FIl-have - to- make a-joke-of-it. This is far and away the most popular type. Leading the field in a happy, light-hearted gallop is the Scottie, sponsored by the very-young and rather-young girls and the rather-young boys whose mothers pick it out for them. The cheery canine usually possesses an affectionately stuck-out red flannel tongue, and either a perky bow or a collection of holly nestling behind its cute little ears. The message, sometimes in gay plaid print, reads Dashing along to wish ye a 'earty and 'appy 'oliday. Runner-up in the joke'' genus is the spike-heeled shopper, pyramided up to the ears with gift wrappings. This crams your mailbox bearing the signature of a modern- knows-her-way-around-even-in-the-Christ - mas-rush young thing. Always with us. too, is good old Santa, whizzing across the frozen North to whip out a jolly Yuletide at you. Specimen two: This strikes its note so close to the resounding heartstrings of many Americans that it has it needs no name. The Sentimental will do as well as any for a substitute. Yes, though we're often so flip* so madly gay on occasion, so much in a cold-hearted hurry, so practical and all, we Americans, when it comes right down to it as it does so often we Americans like it sweet and low. Chapel in the Moonlight and Little Old Lady outsold half a dozen Three Little Fishes. There are three classes in the Sen timental genus: the classical-dignity, the little-old-cottage, and the don't-spare- the-horses. Candles are frequently found in the first group. The traditional num ber is three, either long, thin, and sol emn, or short, fat, and guttering. The solemn are really more representative. Inverted order (a classical touch) char acterizes the greeting, which is a bit on the stiff side To you, on this festive day, a very Merry Christmas. The little-old-cottage class has two sub-divisions, depending on whether the mside or outside is shown. The man of the house supine in a Morris chair by the fire has his enthusiastic supporters. So has the house open-armed to receive a score of relatives. Ihe curved effect on the thatched roof is just to suggest the loving way in which it folds it self over the happy occupants. The entrance is gladdened with snow, ever greens, and holly oh, never too much holly, the very bristling backbone of Christmas You can't mistake the don't-spare-the- horses class not if you read the verse The outside usually gives a hint, such as To My Loved One at Christmas, but the inside . . . Anyone who destroyed the poems she wrote one rainy spring night knows what should be done with that verse. Unfortunately, some people combine a warm nature with a love of articulation. You pay your money and you take your choice. Which will you lake? The Scottie, the pyramided shopper, jolly old Santa, the long drink of candles, the welcome to our happy, or the explicit ex traordinary ? There is another, but it's not funny. It's on the appropriate side it suggests Christmas. The illustration is often a blue-veiled Madonna, a famous paint ing of the Nativity, or a scene of shep herds on the Bethlehem hillside. A sim ple verse tells of joy that a Child is born into the world. A group of young Chicago artists and writers has created cards of this type. The newspapers report that they are beautiful. Will people buy them? Or will Americans again this year attach their names to inappropriate and ridicu lous greeting cards? Many will. It seems a pity that in such a friendly ges ture they will show poor taste. You're the Critic Minus the usual diamonds, ermine wraps, and spotlights, we present a pre view of two current hits on the booklist: Live and Kicking Ned, by John Masefield MacMillan. Sequel to Dead Ned. CAST Ned, Captain Paul, Pegg, Ed- mond Quichet, and Yvonne. SCENERY London, the high seas, and Africa. After his miraculous escape from death by hanging, Ned goes on through a saga of hair-raising, heart-stopping adventures to the ultimate happy ending London. Africa, and the high seas consume a good deal of footage, but the story never lags. You can't sleep through this one: incon gruous though they may sound, yellow- fever, cannibals, and a war combine to keep you breathlessly concerned for Ned's well-being. Live and Kicking Ned is a blood-and-thunder tale of the slave-trade days, produced on the epic scale of An thony Adverse. AUDIENCE REACTION You'll yawn, perhaps, in the spots where it seems that there is no limit to Ned's troubles, but you won't be satisfied till you've seen him safely through to the end. Philosophy in the Making, by An- ft-il SS IQ LItMlZ By Frances Sayre dre Bremond, S. J. Benziger Brothers. CAST Caveman, Shepherd. Toozle, Ploughman, Oxen and Donkey, Oedi pus, the Presocratics, Protagoras, So crates, Plato, Aristotle, and Descartes. SCENERY Cave, field. Greece, any where. Wondering at the mystery in things and enjoying it is an occupation you may have been indulging in secretly all these years, not even admitting it to yourself. Bremond overcomes your initial inertia and distrust of the abstract with his gentle 1 minor and chatty account of a caveman's musings. Amazingly, these musings turn out to be exactly what you have been unwittingly pondering, and, suddenly, there you are, thinking tilings through and reaching phil osophical conclusions. Bremond surprises you at the very start with his subtle wit and easy style. From then on, mental ef fort is a pleasure. Though he discusses substance, ideas, and reality with you, Bremond is never obscure, never dull. AUDIENCE REACTION As you lay down the book, you'll exclaim Why, it's a philosophy book and I read it all the way through and I wasn't bored at all Skyline offers you this week a radio program. As a special concession, you may act it out yourself. Take it away, Mr. Announcer THE LAND OF OHS AND AHS By Frances Sayre Announcer: Station OAHS is on the air For get your cares and sophistication for a ill moments. Listen awhile to the Adventures of Gwendelein. Come, let us frisk you I mean whisk you to that Never-Never-Land, the Land of Ohs and Ahs (Sound: siren screams, fades ... Or chestra plays Over the Rainbow, and looks very silly there.) Here we are folks, somewhere over the rain bow . . . flowers bloom, birds yodel, sun shine all over the place, everything happy (Sound . . . birds yodeling.) (Sound ... a crash.) Gwendelein: Ouch Where am I? Birds: You are in the Land of Ohs and Ahs. Who are you, and where did you come from, little girl? Gwendelein: I am Gwendelein from Illiwini I just blew in on the 8:51 Cyclone. Birds (consult watches): Late again Service is extremely poor these days. Gwendelein: Poor Why just look at what I landed in a big bowl filled with gold Birds (sniff) : But of course, this is the Rain bow Terminal. And that's the Goldbowl Better get up, there's a game scheduled then for today. i Gwendelein: Oh, goody Who's playing? I Birds: Dickie Byrd and his swing-wings. Gwendelein : What championship is it for? Birds: Oh, they're just doing it for a lark. (Sound . . . Thumping footsteps.) Birds: Pardon us, but we must leave we'it just flyaways at heart, besides, here comes the Wicked Which. Gwendelein: The Wicked WHAT? Birds: No, the Wicked Which. 'Bye, now (Sound . . . wings flap away. Footsteps thump right smack up to the mike.) Wicked Which: Harrumph Gwendelein: Good afternoon, Miss Which. Wicked Which: Are you a Crunclikin? Gwendelein: No, I'm from Illiwind. Wicked Which: Well, it doesn't matter, I shall enslave you presently. Let's see the game first. Gwendelein: Yes, let's But how can I wall into the Goldbowl? Its' too small for me. Wicked Which: It's very simple. The Illiwind team will be along any minute, and they're champions at making mole hills into moun tains. Gwendelein: I'm going to cheer for the Illi wind, if I may. Wicked Which: Cheer you can. We all do. It used to drown out the band, but they cany water-wings now. Gwendelein: Water-wings ? Wicked Which: If you don't know what wings are, don't bother to ask. Here come the Crunclikin fans now we can cool off. (Sound . . . voices, footsteps coming nearer, nearer, nearer, ever nearer.) Crunchkins: We are the crispy Criinchkins. You'll like us best at breakfast. A Crunclikin: I am the head Crunchkins. 1 run the snack racket. Wicked Which: And this is Gwendelein. She comes from Illiwind. Crunchkins: How do you do it, Gwendelein Wicked Which: Where is the Illiwind team? Crunchkins: Dickie Byrd is still in training; but his men took off from there early this morning. (Sound . . . wings flapping nearer and nearer.) All: Here they come A Bird: V-formation men 2-4-6-stiift (Sound . . . birds zoom down, stop.) Same Bird: Look men, it's Sandy Which Wicked Which: Miss Which to you. When is Dickie Byrd? Birds : In the groove. Wicked Which: Just wait till I see him Announcer: And so we leave Gwendelein until Dec. 15. Tunc in on Station OAHS at tlut same hour.
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1939-12-01 (2)
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