Oh, the joy-cry of spring, scattering it in roses and lilies!! All of it for Daad Mikhail, secretary of the Beirut College (B.C.W.), and for Dr. Fouad Karam... They welcomed their new life this past April 30 at the Church of Our Lady in Ras Beirut, amid a throng of family and friends. The wedding was distinguished by its elegance and its harmony with the practical spirit of the age. By the time readers see this news, the young bride and groom will be in the United States on a course of study lasting three years. The Woman's Voice wishes them a life of ease and a happy journey, one that will enrich their lives with practical experience and strengthen their armor for facing life...
The Modern Institute for the Teaching of the Art of Cutting and Sewing held its annual ceremony for the distribution of diplomas to the graduating students. The ceremony was distinguished by patriotic speeches and by recognition of the services this insti
To the right of the picture, the directress of the 'Modern Institute,' Miss Victoria Fares Nasr, and to the left the assistant directress. Between them are the graduates of the institute's second class this year.
tute renders to growing girls, thanks to the efforts of its directress, Miss Victoria Fares Nasr, and her concern to raise the standard of the Modern Institute so that it may fill a great gap in the lives of our girls...
The month of June is rightly called the month of
In Lebanon Fadwa Tuqan has a vast army of admirers! No sooner was the news of her visit broadcast and passed along by press and tongue than some sought to meet her and others to hold a poetry evening at which they might listen to the soft ring of her voice!... Would you believe that all Lebanon longs for this young Arab poetess who has sung her heart and wrung her heart, until people were visited by the doubt that this heart, brimming with feeling, might have been touched by drought! In my mind's eye, Fadwa Tuqan, author of "Alone with the Days," had a desolate, gaunt image... And since our poetess was in Beirut, I said, I simply must see her and speak with her! And how great the surprise was, and how delightful!! The clear, comely face looked out at me, with two eyes... drowned in a tender laugh... and a feeling shook me like the gladness of dawn on a spring day, and from that hour that radiant face found its way to the very core of my heart.. And in my mind's eye Fadwa Tuqan, author of "My Brother Ibrahim," was the Khansa of the age, burning the freshness of her youth in anguish over a brother who