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THE SKYSCRAPER THE SKYSCRAPER Official Newspaper of MUNDELEIN COLLEGE Chicago, Illinois Mundelein Chicago's College for Women Under the Direction of the Sisters of Charity, B. V. M. Application made for entry as Second Class Matter at the Post Office at Chi cago, Illinois, under the Act of March 3, 1879. 1.25 the year. VOL. 1 FRIDAY, MARCH 27, 1931 No. 3 Editor Rhea Moustakis News Editor Margaret Roche Society Editor Janet Ruttenberg Feature Editor Irene O'Connell Athletic Editor Glenna Mae Hoctor Sky-Line Editor Doris Barnett Reporters: Katherine Brennan, Alice Burke, Genevieve Dooner, Pauline Duzeski, Jane Gramlich, Evelyn Lincoln, Theresa Ma- guire, Bertille McEvoy, Anita McGovern, Emer Phibbs, Dorothy Riley, Gertrude Scanlan, Mary Jane Sullivan. Telephone: Briargate 3800 HAPPY EASTER Easter is the most wonderful feast of the year, and why not? It is the true herald of spring with its new fashions, its flamboyant colors, its fair and warm, if fitful, weather. On Easter Sunday every body wears her Easter bonnet and, in these days of harmonized wardrobes, her new ensemble to church; then afterwards swaggers down the nearest boulevard at peace with the world, suiTering only from spring fever. Who does not love this day of days? Children anxiously await the bunny's candy eggs; adolescents breathe a relived sigh at the thought of just one more term paper before June; and the more matured persons give themselves a pat on the back, even if the stock market isn't back to status quo. It is consistent, therefore, that the Gradual for the Mass on Easter Sunday should read, This is the day which the Lord hath made: Let us rejoice and be glad therein. And we should rejoice, should we not? For the birds, and the flowers and the sunshine, and for life .'Toil And Iujvv vzvjji more t gt;r the undeniable promise of the eternal life we receive from the glorious Resurrection of Christ from the dead extremely modern, very, very sensible, and we believed we would never go back to long hair or dresses. Then after awhile, the world began to look for our feminine charm. What had happened to it? We all felt sophisticated, smart and up-to-date, but we knew ourselves that we lacked something. Of course, we didn't admit it. What woman admits she is wrong? But just the same, although we religiously kept our short, tailored skirts, we began to let our hair grow. And then began the downfall of the boyish era. Modistes, warily and perhaps just a little timidly for once, sug gested longer skirts. What happened? In a month or two every one was wearing them at least a few inches below the knee. Since then femininity has been steadily coming into its own. And with the coming spring and summer, it will be back in full force. Tight, natural waistlines full, sweeping skirts flowers lace and ribbons. Perhaps we are still keeping the daytime frocks slightly tailored, but at any rate we have learned the happy medium. Charm has returned. And by the looks of things, we are actually becoming old-fashioned A CIVIC CONSCIENCE A college student remarked the other day that she intended to I vote for a certain political party because her family had always supported that faction. So far this girl would seem to be wasting her time in college. The family's choice is probably well and good, but as her parents are educating the girl, they have a right to expect that she develop a little real judgment. She would defend the family's candidate if she judges him worth while, and not merely accept him without a con structive thought. Of all reasons a student gives for her accepting any theory or fact, Because the book says so is considered the most juvenile and inane. Books in themselves are good, books plus students who think are better, and books plus students who think and instructors who act as intelligent guides are the foundations of real education. We hear enough about the questioning attitude questioning in the sense of seeking, not doubting. We accept the professor as a guide; we place our confidence in his judgment, but we should want to know why he holds certain opinions. If after we know the why of it we hold the same opinion, it is because we ourselves think it is best. It is a deplorable fact that such a large percentage of intelligent students of voting age take no interest whatsoever in political affairs. Some of us do not seem to realize that it is our duty to know what is going on and who is fit for office. Indiscriminate voting is a pre vailing situation which is most ignorant and unfortunate. At least our college men and women should be above that. It is not the facts we acquire in college that are important, but rather the extent to which we have learned to think for ourselves and, since in four short years we can not learn everything, the degree in which we possess intelligent ignorance. OLD-FASHIONED MODERNITY Are we so modern after all? We are when it comes to auto mobiles, gyroscopes, electric dishwashers, stop lights, lung ma chines, autogyros and all the rest of our modern inventions. But how about our clothes? Here we are heading straight back to the gay nineties at a great rate of speed. Men haven't changed so much in their style of dress, but look what we women have been through There was a time not so long ago that we were positive that we could not exist without freedom of dress. It became chronic. Everybody began advocating it. So those who regulate the styles, with their usual quick foresightedness and somewhat gentle tact, brought the dresses up to the knees. And we were overjoyed, though some of our elders were not. We were free. We ridiculed the old- fashioned dresses. We laughed because we had not thought of this scantiness-of-skirt idea before. In other words, we had become THE ELEVENTH PLAGUE By Mary Catherine Schmelzer With a light heart and even a slight degree of enthusiasm Miss Freshman starts about the little matter of her first term paper. What fun She has a nice new pack of the prescribed 3x5 horizontally-lined cards on which she is going to write her little notes, and an inviting pile of books that the librarian has obligingly helped her to assemble. Though her subject be anything from The Prevalence of Clubfooted Clams to The Idiosyncrasies of Idiotic Idolators, it does not matter; there is always plenty of material to be obtained. The poor innocent struggles through the pertinent material in the first book, methodically noting down every other line. Then, as her rhetoric instructor most inconsiderately expects her reaction to each article, she uses up a few dozen more cards on a young theme describing each and every quality of the author's style. Of course, until now she has forgotten her bibliography, so she thumbs her way to the front of the book and after much wrinkling of her forehead manages to take down author, title, city, publisher, and date in an order that would astonish the most experienced T. P. critic. With a heart not quite so light, and a growing conviction that a term paper assignment is the most horrible form of tor ture an instructor can inflict, Miss Freshman starts upon the second source and as she progresses acquires a fine ability to condense some forty pages of reading into two or three notes. By this time her reactions have narrowed down to, Found this article interesting, and her bibliography is accomplished with a few nondescrint initials. But why say more about this horrible phase of the T. P.? The subject is still too sore a one with this writer to bear further development. We will take up this sad story on the night before the fin ished product is due. Regardless of the instructor's advice, or Miss Freshman's determination to finish the T. P. ahead of time, the real work is always done between 10 p. m. and 4 a. m. of the night preceding the deadline. There she sits, poor thing, fran tically endeavoring to assemble her notes into something that has the appearance of the well-organized product the instructor has spoken of so glowingly. Her brow is dripping, her hands are clammy, and with an ardent prayer she glances wildly about her room, desperately for inspiration. Then a thought seizes her and she scribbles madly for a few minutes all too few to suit her. Thus she goes on painfully picturing in her mind's eye that dreaded red pencil slashing right and left on each sen tence as she pens it. Finally the ordeal is over. Some sort of a bibliography is gropingly assembled, decorative footnotes (they are required ) are tucked in promiscuously, and off stumbles our poor frazzled Miss Freshman to bed, to be haunted the rest of the night by visions of red-eyed monsters condemning her to endless cen turies of term-paper writing. The Mundelein sage repeats, Every thing cometh to him who waiteth, if he knoweth just where to waiteth. We give honorable mention this month to the junior, our own Marjorie Murphy, by the way, who wrote in a history quiz that the Massacre of St. Bartholomew's Day was a slaying party given by Catherine de Medici. RESURRECTION. Alleluia He is risen Prom the tomb they laid Him in, He, the God of all creation, Has redeemed the world from sin. Glory of the dawning morning, Dazzling, radiant, divine, He has burst the earth's foundation; Never sun like Him did shine. Truth eternal He has bought us, With His blood our ransom paid: Then rejoice, be glad, ye faithful. On this day the Lord hath made We notice that the signed up for snap snapped out of it. freshmen who courses have Nemo. We feel sure that the printers must have been touched with pity for the poor starving students at Mundelein, when they read on the program proof that the Laetare Players were giving the first annual breakfast for their members on Laetare Sunday. My thoughts go soaring swift and fleet I lose my rubber in the street. To keep my mind on daily toil, The Doc prescribes cod-liver oil. The birds return, and ants, and flies; 'Tis only then I realize. Of seasons four, there is none wetter But there are three that I like better. Nemo. TIME OUT Examinations are over, term papers are in, literary publications are out, and the curtain is about to fall on the third chapter of our college year. March has been a bus)', harried month for everyone here. The mid-semester examinations brought the usual extra study, worry, and excitement. The library and study rooms were once again filled to capacity during the entire week. Faces assumed more serious expressions and conversation consisted chiefly of dialogues like this: Which thesis do you think we should study the most for psy chology? I don't know, I'm sure, but I'm going to learn them all. When ever I study just what I consider important, something else is asked. Do vou suppose we will have to know all the Anglo-Saxon verbs? Yes, and the nouns and adjectives, too Staff members of the various literary publications had additional worries in getting copy ready. The Skyscraper and the Clepsydra, which make their appearance today, are printed proofs of a month of real work. Even the will power has been working overtime. Easter will bring additional joy and satisfaction to those who passed through the trying season of Lent with their pledges of self-denial intact. Easter vacation has overtaken us and we wave a white flag and surrender to a feeling of contentment and look forward to a period of greater leisure. The last class bell today will be the signal for the end of the third quarter, and we will take time out Editor Sky-Line: Can you give me any sane reason why my Mother Goose verses in your last, issue should have appeared above the name Paul ? While I am perfectly aware that this here Paul person is a good literary man and all that, I want my just due and when I sign my work P-e-t-e-r, I don't aim to have you re-sign it P-a-u-1 Kindly re tain this information for future use. Irately yours, Peter. P. S.: Please observe the this here. It is good local color. Editor's Note: Forsooth, Peter, we meant no wilful wrong. Instructor in Home Economics to faculty companion as basketball team was coming onto the floor: Oh There is an elementary food. (Referring to student of foods.) Scorekeeper: What is the guard's name? Captain: Farmer, Morel. Scorekeeper: My, what a funny name Captain: Yes, it's mine. Faculty Member (speaking to stu dent at basketball game): What in ning is it? Said the copyreader, casting her fourth pencil into the table drawer, Everything is dull around this place except the staff. Student (searching for synonyms) Couldn't you call a tennis player a racketeer? SCANDAL IN HIGH LIFE Rumor of Seventh Floor Tragedy The horrible tidings have reached the Sky-Line office that Skippy, the newly domiciled resident of the sola rium, has betrayed the guileless trust of his landlords or ladies by nib bling all the lower leaves off the plants there. Alas for the perfidy of tenants whether men or rabbits. V
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