April 23, 1938

              Skidmore News

VOLUME THIRTEEN	             SARATOGA SPRINGS, N. Y., SATURDAY, APRIL 23, 1938         	NUMBER EIGHTEEN

PROM PROM PROM PROM

MEN - MEN - MEN - MEN
For All Greek Gods and Americans
  
So you got an invitation to Prom! Well, ain’t you the stuff. Now, don’t think that the mere fact that you’ve hied yourself here to the hills, swiped your room mate’s favorite ties, cleaned the other suit, and had your dark curly (or straggly mousey) hair shorn that you can tilt back that dimple-cleft, receding or dribbling chin (as the case may be) and say (a la Mrs. Pettibone, bless her soul!) “come what may.”
  
What may and will come depends upon you, you chummy kids, to no small degree. Therefore to set you on the right course, here are a few pointers gleaned from observation and actual experience. Et comment! (Fa-rench.)
  
First on our list due to some aesthetic ague is the question of flowers. Don’t—for the lova something—send the fair young thing that you’re squiring, one of those limp, languid funeral pieces. Use your head—your heart (trite, of course)—not the old money bag alone. Gardenias can be lovely and lush. They also can look as though the seven year’s blight hit ’em. Why not ask the little woman what color gown she’ll be sporting? We still wave the torch for that patrician posie, the orchid. There’s nothing like an orchid to give her that umph feeling. However, if an orchid is too steep, do use a bit of thought for it’s the thought that counts. Don’t take us too literally for it would be a bit trying to pin a
thought to a formal.
  
If you must bring Dale Carnegie with you, do include Emily Post in your retinue. Even if that gorgeous blonde at the next table has that leer about the lips and eyes suggestive of a snake or wolf, remember the date who is dragging you, and file the Lilly White Maid of Avalon for future reference.
  
Among those other things that good taste demands may we point out that alcohol is a “deadly narcotic drug having a peculiar affinity to the human brain” (W.C.T.U. Manual). Yes! Yes! And, if you don’t mind, a little goes a long way. In other words, if you do partake of the drattested stuff (set ’em up again, George), do remain a gentleman and don’t barge up to a faculty member shouting, “Carioca, Honey?”
  
If you do linger too long at the Shrine of Baccus, you’ll find yourself nicely K.O.’d the next morning. And speaking of mornings, brings up another little item. If you and your date arrange to meet at ten-thirty, don’t arrive at noon looking like a codfish about the eyes and an algae about the skin. However, don’t go to the other _ extreme and pull into the dorm at six A. M. bounding and beaming like a breath of Spring. She won’t be up and if she is, well, it must love (you lucky boy) or insomnia.

Next, and what every Promtrotter 

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A NIGHT OUT
  
You who are appearing at breakfast this A. M. feeling like daisys missed an awful lot last night by not being a bit more alert. I suppose that is the price one must pay for love and liquor, but it’s rather sad that so much goes on and you somehow just miss it.
  
However, there were a few observant souls abroad last night who saw some weird and wonderful going ons. Those of you who sneaked around by the back of Newman for a last goodnight must have noticed that Mr. Davidson’s Kneeling Figure was not poised on her pedestal. She, smart girl, was taking advantage of her opportunities, and was doing a little cradle-snatching on her own. She and the little lad who sits blowing water all day by No. 2 tennis court, went off together on a spree. We just happened to see them at Mike’s drinking a Y.M.C.A. cocktail (a glass of milk with a prune in it).
 
Upon leaving Mike’s we drove around Saratoga pilfering jonquils from people’s back yards. (Don’t they look purty?) We were pretty tired by this time so decided to have a night cap at Rocco’s. Now Rocco’s is a nice joint so we were surprised to see Spit and Spat there having a high old time of it. They had gotten dressed in togas for the occasion although one could hardly call their garments becoming. It also made it difficult for them to “Swing High” while doing the big apple. On the whole though, they looked fetching and they admitted, when interviewed, that it was a decided 

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RENARD SWINGS BATON
Millions Madly Mob Junior Shindig
  
Last night over six hundred people attended the annual Junior Promenade which was held in the Canfield Casino from nine o’clock until two o’clock this morning. Jacques Renard supplied the music.
  
The Casino burst into an old fashioned flower garden. On the backdrop behind the orchestra was an old fashioned girl dressed in lavender and yellow, with her handsome escort. The orchestra itself was surrounded by a picket fence through which peeped yellow, pink and lavender flowers. Anne Allaben was in charge of the decorations and Lenore Clark was her assistant.
 
The receiving line started at 10:00 P. M. and included Mrs. Henry T. Moore, and Miss Margaret Bridgeman. They each wore corsages which had been presented to them by the Junior Class. Also receiving were Marietta Silliman, President of the Junior Class and Norma Trabold, Vice President of the Junior Class and also Chairman of the Promenade. The reception room was decorated with palms.
  
The programs, for the girls, were encased in a tiny white leather change purse embossed with a gold Skidmore seal. For the escorts, the programs were enclosed in match cases of similar design. Margaret Powers and Jane Sutton were in charge of favors and programs.
  
The patronesses were escorted to the dance by ushers from the different classes. Jessie Crumback supervised the invitations.
  
Punch was served in the mirror room during the evening, and Barbara Lord, who was in charge, also supervised the Junior breakfast this morning (jonquils and all).
  
This afternoon a tea. dance will be held in the Casino and this evening another formal dance from nine ’til twelve. The Green Collegians, who are making a return engagement, will play for both these dances.
 
Also serving on the Prom committee were Mary Lee Gunst, chairman of finances and Catharine King, editor of the Prom issue of News. Betty Clawson, Betty Eastman and Lenore Clark did the art work for this issue.






NAMES NAMES NAMES
  
Lorraine Ackerley—“Swimming The American Crawl."'

Anne Allaben—“The Arts.”

Ruth Atwood—“Private Duty.”

Janet E. Allen—“Beyond Good And Evil.”

Charlotte Applebaum—“The Rape of the Lock.”

Frances Astrachan — “Facts About Classics.”

Katharine Averill—“Enjoyment of Laughter.”	

Hilda Bashevkin—“Silence.”

Mary Elizabeth Bastone—“Thunder On The Left.”

Elfriede Bernhard—“What Every Woman Knows.”

Alice Best—“Gentlemen Prefer Blonds.”

Jacqueline Best—“Let Us Be Gay.” 

Beatrice Berk—“Bridal Veil.”

Ruth Bielfeld—“The Human Race.” 

Elizabeth Birge—“House Beautiful.” 

Elizabeth Bishop—“The Bishop Misbehaves.”

Lee Blanchard—“Just For The Hell Of It.”

Barbara Brett—“Little Man What Now.”

Nancy Broas—“The Constant Nymph.”

Catharine Brown—“The Old Wives Tale.”

Miriam Calder—“Magnificent Obsession.”

Lucy Canning—“Vein Of Iron.” 

Betty Carthaus—“Party Games For Grown Ups.”

Barbara Childs—“The Butterfly.” 

Betty Clark—“The Last Puritan.” 

Lenore Clark—“The Blonde Venus.” 

Betty Clawson—“The Faithful Wife.”

Dorothy Clay—“How To Write Love Letters.”

Vera Clegg—“The Recluse.”

Helen Coburn—“The Anatomy Of Wit.”

Betty Lee Coleman—“My Forty Years in a Quandry, and How They Grew.”

Ruth Colemann — “Fashion is Spinach.”

Dorothy Compter—“One of Ours.” 

Betty Cone—“The Black Tulip.”

Jane Cooper—“The Good Companions.”

Edith Cosgrove-—“Not Without Laughter.”

Emily Creevy—“An American Doctor’s Oddesy.”

Nathalie Crowe—“Concert Pitch.” 

Jessie Crumback—“God’s Little Acre.”

Beatrice Dake—“Pleasure Piece.”

Ruth Deady—-“A Woman of Genius.” 

Anne Delany—“The Stars Look, Down.”

Marion Dietrick—“Mathematics for the Millions.”

Ellen Dohig—“Or Men and Music.” 

Aleen Doyle—“Arms and the Man.” 

Betty Eastman—“The Great God Brown.”

Betty Eisenhart—“A World History of Art.”

Helen Evendon—“The Green Hat" 

Margaret Filson—“Florence Nightingale.”

Betty Fishback—“In the Swim.” 

Dorothy Fogg—“The Dartmouth Murders.”

Jean Follett—“The Enormous Room.”

Rachel Foulkes—“Life.”

Elizabeth Gillender—“The Delight of Great Books.”

Beverly Gray—“The Virginian”

Jane Gray—“My Country and My People”'

Mary Alice Greene—“You Never Know Your Luck”

Agnes Gregson — “The Hidden Lincoln.”

Mary Gunst—“Scarlet Sister Mary.” 

Jeanne Gorton—“Fraternity.”

Jean Hallock—“This Proud Heart.” 

Gladys Harvey—“The Thinking Reed.”

Elizabeth Heflin—“How to Win Friends and Influence People.”

Adele Hemley — “The Adding Machine.”

Marjorie Hewes—“The Theater.” 

Dorothy Hobbs—“Over the Footlights.”

Marjorie Holtby—“The Killer.” 

Madeline Hornung—“Wuthering Heights.”

Phyllis Howland—“The Last Mile” (er).

Betty Jean Hull—“Work of Art.” 

Lenore Hurth—“Lord Jim.”

Lulu Hazard—“Take a Chance.” 

Bessie Isenberg—“Dance of Light.” 

Betty Jones—“Ski Fever.”

Ruth Jones—“Roger de Coverly Papers.”

Anyta Kasen—“And so Victoria.” 

Joan Keyes—“Rest of My Life.” 

Anna King—“Nijynsky.”

Betty King—“Right You Are if You Think You Are.”

Catharine King—“Susan and God.” 

Marjorie Kirk—“Paths of Glory.”

Bethany Lamb—“Accent on Youth.” 

ane—“Ballade in G Minor.” 

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GIRLS - GIRLS - GIRLS

Jerry Jitters With Jumpy Roommate
  
Jer-ry! ! . . . . Jerry! ! Where have you been .... I’ve been scouring the place. Have you seen my Revlon! ! I’ve turned the room upside down .... well, I’m sorry about your desk, but you wouldn’t want me to venture forth tonight with my nails stark naked? ? All right then .... Come in? ? Oh, hello, Betty .... all set for tonight? ? . . . . Oh .... my nail polish .... Oh . . . . why no, Betty, of course I didn’t mind .... any time .... Mmm . . . . they look smooth .... uh-huh . . . . ’Bye .... see you tonight . . . . have fun . . . .you’re welcome . . . . Well, of all the nerve! ! . . . . The low down so and so ... . without even asking me either, and me all in a lather . . . . Well, Jerry, I guess that’s what I get for being so darned generous .... Some day I’ll learn .... Now to do my own nails .... Look, dear, what are you wearing tonight for dinner? ? Certainly wish we could wear our Outfits .... It’s the best looking job I have at the present moment .... Won’t they just slay the Sophomores! ! . . . . They thought they were pretty cute with their crew hats and just wait ’til they get a gander .... Well, how’s about sweaters and skirts .... After all, if we walked in the Pharm looking like Mrs. Harrison Williams Chilie wouldn’t recognize us and then think of the service we’d get .... I couldn’t stand the shock so Please Be Kind . . . . There's a good room mate if I ever saw one! ! . . . . Jerry, do you realize what time it is! ! . . . . I’m so nervous that I ate lunch in the dorm today and didn’t even realize it was Friday until I began to feel sick about one o’clock .... Gosh, do you suppose they’ll arrive on time? ? .... Yes. But you know that car, and, well, enough said .... Now, let’s see . . . . No, I can’t stop pacing the floor so you can just stop glaring .... Don’t blame that misplaced eyebrow on me, you coke fiend! ! Who’s mad! ! ... . Well, where were we ... . Say, how sabout letting our dates dance together tonight? ? Butch is certainly a Radical when it comes to rhythm .... I think he'd do a good job in the German army, myself .... But, after all, he’s Butch .... There, they’re dry at last . . . . Well, what are you posing for 

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BOYS SPROUT

On the 18th of April in ’38 
Hardly a Junior had a date 
Specials and Telegrams whiz to and fro
Refusals from every available beau 
Harvard, Columbia, Princeton and Yale
Come back in two short words, “No sale”
Colgate, Dartmouth and R. P. I.—
Hell, at this point it’s do or die 
Cornell, Williams, Pennsylvan-i-a 
Sing Sing, Alcatraz, W.P.A.
We had to go ’cause it was our prom 
What could be wrong—we all were harm-
Less creatures—but maybe that’s why 
None of us roped in a single guy.

* * * *

Someone suddenly had a thought 
At least we could see what luck it brought.
One of our very loyal democrats wrote 
(To them she had always given her vote)
Telling her adherence to party vows 
Hoping some interest she could arouse.
The Roosevelt family would fill the bill 
We’d surely include them all until 
With Elliot, Franklin, James and John 
Each luckless Junior had a date for Prom—
They’ll come at last, the prompt reply meant
(Although there’s a tax of twenty per cent).