Ebb Tide Vol. 1 No. 5 (Apr 1948)

VOLUME ONE

NUMBER FIVE

APRIL - 1948

Our "Great Hall" here at Salve Regina resounded recently with the tuneful strains of heaven-sent melodies emitted by those renowned negro artists of song, the Silvertones. The faculty, their guests, priests and sisters from the local parishes, and the entire student body were favored with a number of vari-typed selections by the group.

This music, both classical and "popular", was produced under the capable direction of Mr. Henry, a leader who drew from his talented sextet harmonious effects which the majority of the audience had never before known or heard.

The quality and power among these six vocalists was truly amazing, and the College is delighted at the thoughts of opening its doors once again, real soon, to the Silvertones' vocal ensemble.

<11l~it~ .1!.wtu'lÂŁ't Mrs. Anna Brady, the founder and director of the American Center of Information Pro Deo, who is also the Administrator Director of the International Union of Centers Pro Deo, in Rome, Brussels, and New York, spoke to the student body here at Salve Regina College, April 11, 1948, at eleven A. M. Mrs. Brady presented many aspects of Christianity, Communism, and World Peace, for the assembly's consideration and information, emphasizing particularly the elections in Italy, as she said, "Italy is a testing ground of the direction in which the world is going-anti-God or pro-God!" Through this medium she enlarged upon "sickle and hammer" methods at home and abroad, thus giving the S. R. C. girls a delightful, educational and international morning lecture.

"gJaddock0" S~akln9 Salve Regina's physical education instructor, Mrs. Archie Daily made arrangements recently with the Mayfair Riding School for riding lessons which will include any members of the student body who are interested in the sport.

Tuesday afternoons from 3:30 to 4:30P.M. or from 4:00 to 5:00 P.M. are the hours designated for active participation. It is interesting to note that both riders and non-riders have signed up for the course, those who already understand horsemanship improving their technique, while other students learn the fundamentals.

N. F. C. C. S. meant little more than five initials (no doubt spelling something backwards? ) to an initialconscious generation . . . . or perhaps a clothing drive for foreign students . . . . to some few of the fortunate eighteen girls, before a week-end in Boston. You see, these girls attended the New England Regional Congress of the National Federation of Catholic College Students, April nine to eleven and have since come back, not educated alphabetically alone, but really alert about and cognizant of several world situations discussed at various Congress-sponsored panels. Of course, the Convention had its "minor" attractions! meeting students from almost every Catholic College in New England and dancing after a hard day's slaving over hot floor-debates. You'd be amazed at what dances can do to pick up your morale where your personality left off! But be that as it may, the Convention proved to be more than just this to all of us. It proved the strength of body of Catholic Colleges united with one apparent goal; to bring us together to discuss current problems, and draw conclusions in the light of Christian principles.

The Commission panels included the handling of such timely subjects as: Communism in the International Relations Panel; Catholic Action in the student community, in the Catholic Action Forum; the Liturgy Commission provided us with knowledge of the Liturgical Movement in the Church; and such current student problems as Student Government Associations in colleges, treated at the Student Government Panel, and the correct technique of publicizing college functions in the Publicity Commission Panel, were presented to us and at least partially solved.

Student delegates were Catherine Hogan and Jayne Mycroft, and among the observers from Salve Regina were: Patricia Whalan, Patricia Byrne, Lucy Roberts, Eleanor McGrath, Theresa Walsh, Claire O'Donnell, Mary Sullivan, Florence McLaughlin, Nancy Smith, Frances McGuinness, Joan Arnold, Rita Brosco, Eileen Quinn, Norma Haronian, Barbara O'Rourke and Eleanor Testa.

The convention formally closed Sunday afternoon at Emmanuel College, but a meeting of the delegates to elect next year's regional officers was continued a little over-time.

The week-end really "whizzed" by; before we knew it, we were standing in the station waiting for a homebound train. A report of the convention given on the following Tuesday followed up our resolution to send

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Established December 18, 1947

Published monthly by the students of Salve Regina College Newport, Rhode Island

Editor-in-Chief Patricia Byrne '51 Associate Editors Rita Belanger '51 Catherine Hogan '51 Jean McAuliffe '51 Art Editors Ann Marie Cotter '51 Norma Haronian '51 Mary Reidy '51 Staff Reporters Eleanor McGrath '51 Camille Henault '51 Jane Mycroft '51 Theresa Walsh '51 Patricia Whalan '51 Patricia Dooley '51 Joan Danis '51 Jean Judge '51 Circulating Manager Mary Quinn '51 Typists Frances Bridgeman '51 Eileen Quinn '51

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The air is warmer-maybe tinged with the pungent odor of rolling salt-surf; the grass is giving birth to a new vibrant green color; the trees are spilling seeds on the softening brown earth, and what's even more indicative of the "Fair Season", we all have that wonderful feeling so aptly named by someone - .. Spring Fever. We're kind of contented to spend time daydreaming, we love to yawn and stretch because it's such a lazy, beautiful day.

It's all perfectly harmless. Everyone who is of the teenage bracket (and even a little older, they tell us) is susceptible to the charms of Spring . .. and there's no danger of the fever IF (and here's the rub!) the after effects don't leave us paralyzed with "lazy-dazing".

Easter vacation has come and gone and the tendency is for us to decide that "everything's over but the cheering"; .. to sit back and relax until June four rolls around and goodbyes are in order. But let's be smart this year and leap one step ahead of the "bad angel" who tells us to go and meet Betty for a sundae regardless of the fact that our desks have a few books reclining on them. We can outsmart him by having twice as much fun on "offhours", when we can really relax. Let's wink right back at the sun that's riding high in a cloud-studded sky and tell him we'll see him later, and politely inform that tempting spirit of Spring he can't come to call when classes are on the agenda . . . at least not all the time.

The last lap is worth one last, hard pull and we can glide right through the remaining weeks and final exams, unscathed by pang of remorse. It'll be like tobogganing in April! But if we want to enjoy the touch of wind on our faces, as we ease down a long steep incline, the law of gravity says we have to climb to the top of the hill first.

cRG.12ial rPujudwe_ "People keep asking: 'Is a wave of intolerance sweeping over our country? Are we getting away from the traditional attitude that all races and religions are equal in the eyes of the law? ' The answer is obviously yes! A wave of intolerance most certainly is sweeping over us. But we need not behave as though it were a phenomenon which we had never before experienced."

Intolerance, by Eleanor Roosevelt -Cosmopolitan Magazine.

The last statement of Mrs. Roosevelt in the above quotation is too terribly true. Racial Prejudice is most certainly nothing new in the United States and intolerance itself is as ancient as the world and sin. Racism, "the belief in the natural superiority of one people over others", another name for that previously mentioned bias, is also no innovation, although Hitler felt it startling when he expounded that theory which ultimately led to the death, destruction, and horror of World War II. While here in America we have few counterparts of "Juden Sind Hier Erwunscht", a C01Jl1Ilon road sign found in Prussia, we do never-the-less have similar displays in reference to the U. S. Negro. A yoke of social ostracism still hangs about the neck of the black man, though the chains and hand-cuffs of actual slavery have been eliminated.

"Our Negro problem" people term the entire situation, and even this little phrase is designed to be misleading. On analyzing the issue one sees that it is just as much, if not more, a "white" problem, for it is the whites who have advocated inequality of opportunity; economic, educational, and social discrimination naturally causes a barrier and leads to resentment and bitterness on the part of our "black" neighbor.

Going over these basic ideas at this time seems to be be-laboring the obvious. So many charts have been drawn up, so many statistical surveys have been taken, so many articles on just these prepossessions have been writtenwhat we need now is action. The question is, what can a Catholic College student do to lessen racial tension? Not much you may say, with our being shut away within Alma Mater's hallowed halls studying furiously.

But that is where you're wrong. We can start now by educating ourselves and our friends to basic human justice and Christian love; this persuades intellectually.

If, when we have been convinced intellectually, we find an opportunity to put this conviction into practice, it is another step toward the goal. And when we have the combination of living experience and an honest intellect, we must then, quite normally and naturally, accept the Negro and all other races as our equals and our friends.

To quote the father of a high-school friend of mine, "if you want to play the piano well, you must use the black as well as the white keys". Life is the same way; incomplete without the harmony of black and white together in a smooth rhythmic thread of melody, bringing dignity to man and honor to man's Creator.

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WEBSTER'S COLLEGIATE DICTIONARY-FIFTH EDITION

It is books like this, Mr. Webster's Dictionary that

narrate the powerful, universal experiences of people, giving significant tribute to humanity, and running the gamut of feeling from A to Z that keeps you delightfully entertained for an hour or two justifying its claim on our attention. What other volume contains all the forceful words-the very warp and woof of the English language--dashes of pepper and salt, the perfect seasoning tor the salad bowl of knowledge.

Haven't the boys the Rose Bowl, the Sugar Bowl, the Orange Bowl, etc., ad nauseam? We girls might just as well have one too.

That most intriguing potpourri, the Dictionary, is usually overlooked; or at least looked upon with loathing as an unhappy adjunct of homework, composition, and spelling, especially in our younger days. Our large economy-size dictionary stands beside the telephone and, as I wait for a number, I learn that zaptiah is a Turkish cop and that zimb is a large venemous two-winged fly, a native of Abyssinia. How could I have lived all these years without those gems of thought.

Macrocystis is an immensely long blackish seaweed of the Pacific and lends a salty note to Mr. Webster's chef-d'oeuvre. If you are eristical, you are controversial; or, if errabund you are ycleped, erratic; and one toys with the idea of how life would be as a Y aksha, a kind of demi-god attendant on Kuvera, the god of wealth. Flitting through that excuse of a brain I possess comes the thought of how a Xiphodon, an extinct genus of mammal having slender legs, didactylous feet, and small canine teeth would react to the "new look". Ah me, Mr. Webster, you have a lot to answer for! ! ! ¡ I always associated osculation with kissing but the good old dictionary says no. Geometrically osculation is the contact of one curve with another. Eroticism is love and yift is not a Swedish colloquialism, but Chaucer's way of saying a present. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet". A yuen is a crowned gibbon, native of Siam, and entirely arboreal in its habits, you'll be glad to know.

A zany, ah you've guessed it, a merry andrew buffoning around and synonymous with your dear writer, I'm afraid. But alas, even a zany must come to the end of her rope. Like all other reviewers I've only whetted your appetite for Daniel Webster's masterpiece with a small crisp leaf of lettuce from the great "wordy" salad bowl, sooooo "Leaf us face it"-You've just got to read it yourself!

Too often has the reader found When interest has laggedThat many books which have been bound Should, also, have been gagged.

-MARGUERITE HoFFMAN GRAPER

in The Pen Woman

INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB

On Sunday, April 18, 1948, Salve Regina officially welcomed for the first time other collegiate groups. The I. R. C. of Holy Cross and Providence College were guests of our International Relations Club at a trilateral conference. Miss Patricia Byrne of Salve Regina was chairman for the program.

Speakers on the Panels were: Political Reconstruction of Western Europe, Mr. James Thorpe, P. C. and Mr. Maurice Kelleher, H. C.; The Marshall Plan, Miss Jane Murphy, S. R. C. and Mr. Thomas McMahon, H. C.; The United Nations Mr. Richard Ahern, H. C. and Mr. Vincent Messler, P. C.; U. N. E. S. C. 0., Miss Catherine Hogan, S. R. C. and Mr.]. Kirby Hendee, H. C. Reverend Doctor Gerald F. Dillon, Chaplain of Salve Regina College, opened the conference with a prayer and closed the afternoon's program with Benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament in the College chapel.

GLEE CLUB

On May 2, the Queen's Choristers will be heard on the radio for the first time. They have been honored by an invitation for this occasion from Reverend Father Lamb.

When Right Rev. Monsignor P. E. Blessing, D. D. will speak at the opening of the Catholic Charity Drive on Sunday evening, the Choristers will assist. The selections are Monstra T e Esse Matrem by a Sister of Mercy and Salve Regina by Wiegand. Miss Teresa Walsh will be Glee Club conductor and Miss Frances Alcarez accompanist.

DRAMATICS CLUB

With the Passion Play now merely a memory of past success, the Regina Players are venturing into a new field which we hope will be equally successful. The entire Speech class is studying vocal culture as a voice choir under the direction of Mrs. Gardner Dunton, the Dramatics Club coach.

The Regina Players are to act as a "choir within a choir" and they are preparing a program for the parents tea which is to be held in the near future. Some of the selections are: God's World, by Edna St. Vincent Millay; Girls' and Boys' Names, by Eleanor Farjeon; and The Cuckoo Song, an old English ballad.

DISCUSSION CLUB

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the weekly meetings of the Stella Maris Discussion Club have not been held as usual for the past few weeks. However, at the next meeting, The Catholic School System in America will be mulled over, a subject which the students feel may prove to be one of the most interesting of the year.

BOSTON BULLETIN (continued)

a student delegation to the important National Federation Convention in Philadelphia and it seems that the representation at Boston had made a second resolution: to make early reservations for the next annual N ..,F. C. C. S. regional meeting!

'Jfot~m and :Je-t2am With the closing of the Easter vacation and start of the last quarter in the school year, we students returned to classes on April 5. However, all is not scholastic, especially the informal conversation about the building before, between, and after classroom periods. Following are floating bits of information found tossing back and forth in the stream of daily chatter.

Margy Feye seems to have acquired a recent preference for Studebakers according to an observation by Franny McGuinness. Margy suddenly flushed a radiant hue and indignantly walked from the scene of the conversation.

Speaking of blushes, Anne Cotter returned from her vacation with a deep crimson coloring. Anne claims she acquired the burn under a Florida sun but we have reason to believe that all is due to five minutes under a sun-ray lamp.

Up-swept hairdos seem becoming to several of the students as shown in a recent play in which Franny Bridgeman made a strikingly attractive entrance. Harriet Atamian also received due admiration when she appeared in the new style.

It seems that a certain newspaper is rather misleading in its photo captions, one of which was recently entitled "The Sweetest Flower that Grows". According to reports we're more likely to hear a vocal selection than a recital on the keyboard.

Dr. Harry Nugent seems to have fears lest some of the girls whom he has driven home to Providence on Fridays after meetings of the International Relations Club become sadly discouraged. Something always happens to the automobile on the trip. However, Jane Murphy or any other passenger will testify that the spark and wit of the Doctor's conversation make up for any mishaps.

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I can't help wondering why you don't want me now.

It doesn't seem possible that you could have forgotten so many happy memories so soon. I'm sure you liked me when you first saw me; and haven't we really had fun together?

That Christmas Dance was a night I shall never forget. Remember the gaily lighted tree, the sparkling snow man in the corner, the glistening tinsel, the swaying couples with star-dust in their eyes, and the gay music.

That was a wonderful night! But there were other times too. Your Junior Prom, the La Salle dance, and the college formal--don't they all recall pleasant memories?

But dances and proms aren't the only things. Who can forget graduation day? I still can see you in your crisp, white gown, smiling proudly, clutching your diploma confidently. We were all proud of you that day. With a huge bouquet of roses in one arm you waved happily to your family and we rushed off to the class supper at a downtown hotel, then off on a whirl of gay parties to celebrate the end of four, happy unforgettable years of high school.

That was a.perfect day, a perfect ending. Was this to be my end also? Now that you are in college, now that you will have your own dances, and when it would mean so much to me to be with you, you want to cast me ¡aside for something new, something better. Why? I know that you cared for me. I could tell. Yes I'm older now, that's true, but please don't cast me aside for some newer fancy.

Remember, I was your first love, your first pair of evening slippers.

EILEEN QUINN

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"Take ye and eat ye all of this: for this is My Body.

Take ye and drink ye all of this: for this is the Chalice of My Blood, of the new and everlasting testament, the We hear that deep secrets and significant omens mystery of faith, which for you and for many shall be foretelling days to come were revealed from a cup of tea shed unto the remission of sins".

The Ordinary of the Mass-the .Consecration. to Pat Whalan on a recent visit to the home of a friend.

The Mystical Body of Christ was the topic under It might be interesting to know just what the future does discussion at our monthly Sodality Meeting, April fourhold for this fellow classmate. teenth, nineteen-forty-eight. Miss June Murphy, viceCamille Henault recently revealed a very new scien- prefect, presided and the following papers were given: tific discovery in Biology Lab. "Dipping a potato in blue Our Incorporation in Christ, Irene McCarthy; Christ, the ink", she observed, "turns the potato blue, thus proving Vine, Catherine Roach; Our Lady's Place in God's Plan, that they contain starch". Ever since, the entire class has Mary Cahill; Corporate Prayer, Margaret Feye. been wondering what blue ink does to white matter when As usual, Rev. Doctor Dillon closed the meeting there isn't any starch present. Wonder if our "prize scien- with a few pertinent remarks. He emphasized the fusion tist" could possibly explain it. of the Christian-Catholic World in Christ through daily Anyone need any medicine? Beverly Missirlian can Mass, Holy Eucharist, and the reception of the other sacrasupply you with pills for every type and kind of illness. ments.

This doctor's daughter certainly keeps her medicine chest member of the species went especially to welcome Cappi well stocked.

Hogan, Jane Mycroft, and Barbie O'Rourke.

During one of the conferences at the recent Congress And what's this we hear about devil's food cake and of the N. F. C. C. S. in Philadelphia, our delegates were a week-end at Terry Walsh's summer home??? shocked and surprised by the visit of an unexpected guest.

Mice don't habitually attend such meetings, but one curious Be back again next month. Happy studying!