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THEY CALL IT WORK!
Ten lucky laborers spill 'inside story' on St. Mary's
Life can be beautiful! Not many
around these parts could agree with that
eifusive statement, but we have uncovered
a few who constitute the proverbial
exception to the rule. Those who agree
%vith the flowery maxim are ten stalwarts
Avho spend their spare hours
working at St. Mary's.
Taking our cue from Insider John
Gunther, Ave were bent on getting a scoop
which could have been entitled Inside
St. Max-y's. Using the ten who work
there as our informer's, we found ourselves
with a result that added up to
nothing more revealing than the fact
that the usually formal girls sometimes
come to supper with sweaters pulled
over their uniforms and with muggy
saddle shoes upon their feet. They also
have the occasional habit of depositing
their wads of gum upon a plate. Like
their lipstick trademarks on cups, the
boys have a hard time scraping the residue
off. From these bits of expose material,
it becomes evident that few yellow
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newspapers would jump Avith joy in trying
to grab the copyright titles.
Two of the male decemvirate labor in
the lacy Oriole on Sunday afternoons
only. Behind the soda fountain they
stand; beaming, scooping, ladling and
beaming. The soda-jerks are Louis Nicoulin
and Jack Smith. Jack, who comes
from Flushing, N. Y., and Lyons, disclosed
that Louis makes out like mad
with the femmes, since so many of them
come from his hometown of Louisville,
Kentucky. So it seems apparent that the
opportunities connected .with the job are
far greater than one is led to believe
from reading the frigid working schedule
details.
Orders for hot soup are supposed to
be taboo on busy Sunday afternoons, but
the adroit gals are always able to
Avrangle their Campbell specials out of
the soft-hearted Blue and Gold boys,
after pleading for the order on the platform
that the soup is for a sick friend.
Then there are the embarrassing situations
Avhich continually arise when the
chocolate or have-your-choice squirtar
goes on the blink, backfires and ruins a
new new-look creation that Ma-ma just
sent down. On the whole, however, the
job is really okay.
The remaining eight fellows who labor
at the Rock are confined to the College's
spic-and-span kitchen. Gene Tunney,
from Elmhurst, N. Y., and Lyons,
seems to have found a home insofar as
he has worked over there for four years
running. The kitchen crew arrives about
six o'clock. They sit down to a bulging
family-style dinner and then head for
the kitchen at 6:30. They are complemented
in their duties by 32 girls—and
they call it work!
Relations are on a fairly prosaic level
between the fellows and the girls who
eat in the dining room, yet a case was
confessed in which one of the erstwhile
men in the kitchen had a habit of sending
notes to his girl out front via a
student waitress. The recipient of these
missives must have been constantly on
tenterhooks, wondering what kind of
stationery would turn up next, stashed
in her mashed potatoes.
Carl Ackerman seems to be the crew's
unanimous choice for skullery Romeo.
He often arrives at his job directly after
leaving a belle at the front door while
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he scoots around to the rear entrance.
It was he who hoped that the facts of
his job wouldn't be divulged, since most
of his friends attach a mysterious connotation
to his work with a cei-tain air
of glamour hovering over it. Now he'll
have to start living it down.
The other ND men who trek across
the highway each night are: Pete Baker,
Leon Marinello, John Spellman, Rip
Rause, and brothers Chuck and Dick
Kasberg. Seven of these "I've found a
home-ers" are scheduled to graduate by
next September, but if there are any
operators who would like to latch onto
this deal, they had best throw their
hopes to the Indiana winds. Why? Because
the jobs are already lined-up with
early birds for the next two years.
Gripes continue to pile higher and
higher around these parts, yet not one
of the complaints seems to be forthcoming
from the ten lucky lads who work
at St. Mary's and who unanimously
agree that they've got it made.