LOOKING LASS LAND
(A record of adventures at Northampton School in 1932-1933, with apologies to Lewis Carroll.)
"In a wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
"Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?"
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LICE sat down with her face in her hands, wondering if anything would ever happen in a natural way again.
"I should like to have it explained," said the Mock Turtle.
Whereon Mrs. Harland gave another of her delightful Sunday evening talks about the "goings-on" in the world. And as Alice listened she became surer than ever that the world grew curiouser and curiouser from day to day.
Turning to her good friend the Mock Turtle, she said, "What should we have done if Mrs. Harland hadn't 'tortoise' all she has?"
"But she must have a prize herself, you know!" exclaimed the Mouse.
"Of course," the Dodo replied very gravely.
Then they all crowded around Mrs. Harland once more, while the Dodo solemnly presented the Year Book, saying, "We beg your acceptance of this elegant Year Book;" and, when it finished this short speech, they all cheered.
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BARBARA BROWN "Bobbie"
President of Christian Association, '33
President of Dramatic Club, '33
Business Manager of Class Book, '33
"It's the Cheshire-Cat: now I shall have somebody to talk to," Alice said to herself. The cat only grinned when it saw her. It looked good-natured she thought. "Cheshire-Puss," she began, rather timidly, "would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
ERNESTINE COHEN
• "Ernie"
House President of Hathaway, '33
Secretary of Athletic Association, '33
Treasurer of Senior Class, '33
"Ernie" pulled, and there she was Climbing high on ropes because— "Ernie" jumped and we could see Her pass the bar at 6 ft. three— "Ernie" cleared the horse, and gave Points for her team the crown to save.
FRANCES
COWING "Franny"
President of Senior Class, Secretary of Student Council, • Captain of White Team, Assistant Editor of Class Book, '33 '33 '33 '33
"Franny" takes the spotlight
For her daily pile of mail: She sits and reads while others look In dusty holes, and wail; Instead of green with envy, We with jealousy turn pale.
EDITH EGLESON "Ede"
Secretary of Dramatic Club, '33
Now "Edie" was a lady From her head down to her feet: Her clothes were brushed, her face was washed, Her shoes were clean and neat; Her room was just so spick and span To see it was a treat.
RUTH FAULKNER "Ruthie"
Secretary of Senior Class, '33
Assistant Business Manager of Class Book, '33
"Will you come and pose for snapshots?" said the c'llector to a snail, "I'm the manager's assistant, and must hand them in, sans fail."
SARAH FERRIS "Sef"
President of Athletic Association, Literary Editor of Class Book, Sarah was eccentric Or extremely a la mode; She liked bright red nail polish, And she knitted and she sewed: But when it came to dancing, She quite outshone the rest; And in. the "Lobster Quadrille" She was surely at her best.
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RUTH GREIST "Greist"
President of Student Council, House President of Scott,
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She did not like to be rude: so she bore it as well as she could.
''The game's going on rather better now," she said, by way of keeping up the conversation a little.
"'Tis so," said the Duchess: "and the moral of that is—'oh, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"
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NANCY GROUT "Nancy"
House President of Hathaway, '33
Oh Mouse, do you know the way out of this school,
I've been swimming so long with you here in this pool!
MARTHA JONES "Preble"
"I can tell you more than that, if you like," said the Gryphon. "Do you know why it's called a Whiting?"
"I never thought about it," said Alice. "Why?"
"It does the boots and shoes," the Gryphon replied very solemnly.
"And what are they made of?" Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.
"Soles and eels, of course," the Gryphon replied, rather impatiently: "any shrimp could have told you that."
MARY ELIZABETH READ "Mary-Lib"
Social Secretary of Student Council, '33
We have not seen thy sunny face, And heard thy catching laughter, Without forgetting all our cares, From then, for ever after.
AUDREY SCHOOLEY "Audrey"
Vice President of Student Council, '33
"How can she knit with so many?" Alice thought to herself.
"Can you row?" the Sheep asked her.
"Yes, a little, but not on land—and not with needles," Alice was beginning to say, when suddenly she found 'they were on a raft.
"Feather!" cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of needles.
NANCY SMITH "Nance"
Vice President of Student Council, '33
Queen of the May, '33
"Well, this is grand!" said Alice. !'I never expected I should be a Queen so soon. Queens have to be dignified you know!"
So she got up and walked about—rather stiffly just at first, as she was afraid that the crown might come off.
House President of Scott, '33
Vice President of Senior Class, '33
President of Student Council, '33
Editor of Class Book, '33
"I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedledum; "but it isn't so. nohow."
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
"I was thinking," Alice said very politely, "which is the best way out of this wood."
JEAN ADAMSON "Jeanie"
But one young oyster hurried up, All eager for the treat: The man from Ditson's did his best, Our "Jeanie" was so sweet; The shoes just wouldn't fit because She had such little feet.
BARBARA TUCKER "Tuckie"
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JEAN DAVISON "Davy"
Treasurer of the Christian Association, '33
The Rabbit said, "Oh dear! oh dear! I know I shall be late," "No hurry," said the inner voice, "You haven't got a date."
PEGGY HAM "Peg"
'Twas the voice of Miss Peggy, I heard her declare. can't climb those ropes, to try I don't dare!"
"A little more practice then," Miss Wallis said, "And you won't be sliding down on your head."
LOIS HAMILTON "Lois"
"I know you are a friend," the little voice went on: "and you won't hurt me, though I am In insect."
"What kind of insect?" Alice inquired, a little anxiously. What she really wanted to know was, whether it could sting or not.
SYLVIA KNOWLTON "Skip"
"Chat on, Sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled."
HELEN MOSKAL "Helen"
"Why if ever I did smash up—which there's no chance of—but if I did smash." he went on." the king has promised me—with his very own mouth—to—to—"
"To send all his horses and all his men," Alice interrupted, rather unwisely.
"Yes, all his horses and all his men." Humpty Dumpty went on. "They'd pick me up again in a minute, they would!"
LORETTA SORRENTINO "Loretta"
Member of Dramatic Club Executive Committee, '33
The Hatter said. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
"Come, we shall have some fun now!" thought Alice—"I believe I can guess that." she added aloud.
"Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?" said the March Hare,
ANN VAN RIPER "Ann"
Treasurer of Athletic Association. '33 President of Phoenix, '33
How did the good King Wenseslas Improve her shining trail. And pour the sweetness of her voice On every golden scale.
RUTH YEAW "Ruth"
But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned forwards and whispered in her ear. "Never mind what they all say, my dear, but take a return-ticket every time the train stops."
"Indeed I shan't!" Alice said rather impatiently. "I don't belong to this railway journey at all—I was in a car just now—and I wish I could get back there."
'Mations in Looking-Glass Land
We've often tried like the White Queen to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast, but the most curious thing of all to believe was the first day of school. It seemed as though we had slipped through a magic mirror into some Looking-glass Land filled with strange, new, and delightful things. Everytime we looked at little Jeanie Adamson we knew she must have drunk a large amount of the bottle labeled "DRINK ME"; Davy's orchids made us feel that we had really peeped into the magic garden; everything seemed as remarkable and as strange as the White Knight's inventions! But before long everyone began to get acquainted; Bobbie, like the Cheshire-Cat, was always grinning; Greist was a White Queen with her hair in flying disorder; Mary-Lib, Ellie, Nancy, Prudence, and all the others who had already been in Looking-glass Land turned out to be grand friends.
Picnics, parties, and treasure hunts came in such rapidity that we soon felt as if we were moving around to a clean cup at the March Hare's Tea-party. There was a game which Greist started, "My Grandmother likes tea but she doesn't like coffee," which kept us all guessing and asking as many questions as Alice did.
The Mad Hatter at his trial never felt so nervous as we did on October 16 when the first Senior class was announced. The class was small; but, when Bobbie Brown, Franny Cowing, Elsa Gabel, Fran Giddings, Ruth Faulkner Lo'retta Sorrentino, Nancy Smith, and Barbara Tucker really learned the class song, they made quite a chorus, and when Franny Cowing was elected President everyone was sure that with her guidance we couldn't fail to become queens after we had jumped enough squares.
The country all around Looking-glass Land was more excited than we over the election of President Roosevelt, but we, ourselves, caught some of the election feeling when we cast our votes in the gym. Soon after that came Thanksgiving with a family party and a Caucus-Race. Then we plunged into rehearsals for the first play and for the Christmas Pageant.
Those festivities began with the old English Christmas dinner, which could hardly be compared to Alice's dinner party because no one left "the conversation to the pudding". First there was a court procession, led by Lord Whitaker and Lady Bement; then the whole company decked the hall with holly; the Court Jester made merry quips; the Boar's Head and Christmas Pie were borne in, and the feasting began. In due time the Waits came singing outside the window, and the Montgomery House Mummers, with the help of old Monk Morrison, made sport for the party. Finally the chief carolers of the school, Miss Dunham and Miss Philp, singing a lovely Wassail Song, appeared with the wassail bowl. Nor was the party over until everyone had had her joke from the Christmas tree in the "Great Hall".
On the next evening, Sunday, the Christmas Nativity Pageant brought us still closer to the spirit of Christmas, with the story of the birth of the Christ-child and the adoration of shepherds and Kings.
Of course there has to be a "porpoise" to everything, though we occasionally forgot we were here to learn—Reeling and Writhing with extras! Mid-years reminded us of the fact, and we were a bit giddy and ready for a winter sports weekend when they were over. No one who went on that trip to Fairlee will forget the "stout" fife and drum corps, and the candles (that would keep blowing out!) stuck proudly on the curb welcoming them back to Looking-glass Land again.
LOOKING-GLASS LAND
March came in with the Inauguration and Bank Holiday, very much like a lion. And with the coming of Lent everybody was so busy with offers to help everyone else that we felt as Alice did when she found herself in the funny little shop. And sure enough there were no end of people who bristled with knitting needles until they looked "more and more like a porcupine every minute"! It was fortunate that vacation came before Easter, for we were all getting tangled up in our yarns; but it was a most provoking thing to be asked very seriously by Miss Bement, on the morning before we left, if anyone would mind if the length of vacation was changed one day! Our faces looked as sad and puzzled as Alice's in the railway carriage, but when she added, "The faculty have decided to give themselves an extra day because they have worked so hard," we all felt like shrieking, "Callooh, Callay!"
In the gym meet Greist and Ernie turned out to be the best gyrers and gimblers, not in the wabe, but very actively up ropes and over horses. Perhaps if we were all Anglo-Saxon messengers, and could fall gracefully into Anglo-Saxon attitudes, Morris dancing would be more of a joy to everyone.
As we wrote those words our foot slipped and splash! we were almost up to our chin in the flood. During the flood we were all so excited that even Davy got up and out at ten minutes past seven to view it, and we can visualize Prudence when asked about her slip into it saying, as haughtily as the White Knight, "Do I look as though I could swim?"
It would have taken a Humpty Dumpty to explain some of the words that have been flying around the school and "How" that famous Indian table got along. Altlibugh they didn't exactly speak in Indian, they had some marvellously "mixed" conversations. Perhaps Ernie and Sef were inspired by the cook who so liberally dosed the soup with pepper when they brought their own private salt cellar to the table.
This year has been an especially flourishing one for telegrams: if the Fish and Frog Footmen had had to deliver them all, they would have been quite worn out.
As graduation nears we feel ourselves crossing the last brook into the square where we shall all be crowned queens. As a parting word of advice remember what the Caterpillar and the White Queen said, "Keep your temper. Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing—turn out your toes when you walk—and remember who you are!"
Miss Kidder's 'Going A Ways'
c- he Court of Justice
(THE STUDENT COUNCIL)
The King and Queen of Hearts (Greist and Nancy Smith, President and VicePresident of the Student Council.) were seated on their throne when Alice arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them. The White Rabbit, (Ellie Sheafe, the secretary.) with a pen in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the other, was standing beside them. "And that's the jury table," thought Alice, "and these nine creatures . . . I suppose they are jurors." They were! Mary-Lib Read, Social Secretary; Bobbie Brown, President of Christian Association; Sef, President of the Athletic Association; Franny Cowing, President of the Senior Class; Nancy Grout and Tuckie, Presidents of Hathaway and Montgomery respectively; Sylvia Sweet, Representative of the Juniors; Beth Billings, Representative of the Day Girls; and, last but not least, Mrs. Harland, Faculty Adviser. Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew the name of nearly everything there. Things ran smoothly with Greist, the judge, reigning at the head of the table.
After some time Alice noticed the nine jurors were all writing very busily on slates. "What are they doing?" Alice whispered to the Gryphon. "They can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's over."
"They're putting down possible candidates for the February election," the Gryphon whispered in reply, "for fear they should forget them."
One night soon after mid-years the King called, "Herald read the results!"
The White Rabbit rapped three times on the table, and then uncovered the black-board, and read as follows: Tuckie, President: Audrey, Vice-President: Franny Cowing, Secretary; Ernie and Greist, Presidents of Hathaway and Montgomery respectively. There were no other changes made. Everyone stood up while Tuckie put on the judge's wig and the "Queen put on her spectacles." As soon as the jury had sat down again, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed to them, they set to work very diligently to write the history of the rest of a good year, with few events to make the King call, "Give your evidence," or the Queen add, "Just take off her head outside." And presently as Alice watched them, she felt herself growing larger, and she thought at first she would get up and leave the court; but on second thought she decided to remain where she was as long as there was room for her.
c6he Queen's croquet Qround
(THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION)
First came soldiers carrying clubs; after these came the royal children; next came the White and Green Queens. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's treasury on a crimson velvet cushion: and, last of all this grand procession, came THE KING AND THE QUEEN OF ATHLETICS. They were all dressed up in courtly uniform but we could penetrate the disguise and see Sarah Ferris and Ernie Cohen, President and Secretary of the A. A., peeping through their masks. And the Knave bore a great resemblance to Treasurer Ann Van Riper. Of course Franny Cowing and Jane McMullen were hard to identify, but we finally recognized them in the "pinnies" and ribbons of the White and Green Queens.
"Get to your places!" shouted the Queens in voices of thunder, and the year began with a bang. People ran about in all directions, tumbling up against each other: but they got settled down in a week or two, and the game began.
The March Hare (Miss Wallis) started us off immediately with a new kind of croquet—field-hockey. Most of us felt just the way Alice did when she played with the Royal Court and thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life: the croquet balls were live hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingoes. At first it was quite hard to manage either the flamingoes or hedgehogs, but when we learned something about the game we gave our Queens no chance to stamp about in a furious passion and shout, "Off with her head."
The second big event of our sports year was the Gym Meet. The Green Queen led her soldiers to a glorious victory. The White Queen didn't have the chance to complain on behalf of the White soldiers, "I don't think they play at all fairly, and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't hear oneself speak—and they don't seem to have any rules in particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to them." Greist and Ernie must have taken a pretty big slice of plumcake when it was passed around. They were entered in just about everything. And Bunny Gavin surprised herself by staying in the "horse-jumping" until nearly the last jump.
We don't know yet whether it was the White team's tears over losing the Gym Meet that caused it, but the flood came, and instead of playing tennis we started dancing for May Day. Probably to the onlooker our dances are very attractive, but we remind ourselves of the Whitings with their tails in their mouths who were tossed out to sea by porpoises in the Lobster Quadrille. In spite of our feelings, we try to create the spirit of Merrie England so that when we sing, "Will you come and join the dance?" even the eldest oysters won't shake their heavy heads—
"Meaning to say they do not choose To leave the oyster-beds!" 4
0.4 Not-so-egad c6ea 'Party
(THE CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION)
"Have some chicken," the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all around the table, but there was nothing on it but beans. "I don't see any chicken," she remarked.
"There isn't any," said the March Hare. "It's a Golden Rule dinner. Next time we shall probably have stew; you see we give up some of our good dinners to save money for little Harry."
"And who is little Harry?" asked Alice.
"He is our little boy," replied the March Hare "You'll see him when Christmas comes."
And sure enough when Christmas time came. Alice found that the Christian Association was giving a party for the children aryl Harry was there, waiting to do his share in the entertainment. Joan did some amazing sleight of hand tricks which fascinated the children. Then, in the midst of a real snowstorm, Santa Claus (Tuckie) arrived, with a big pack on his back and gifts for everyone. After the children had gone, there was a celebration for the school; everyone wore old English costumes to dinner, and what a grand dinner it was! Next came the joke tree. Alice soon found out the secret sins of the entire court, for no one was spared.
The Queen whispered to Alice, "Here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!" One Sunday afternoon Alice found herself being whisked away to the Old Ladies' Home to sing and decided that the Queen was right. She seemed to be dashing about continually.
She had only a short rest after vacation before Lent and all the odd jobs demanded of her began. She didn't wish to be left out, so she tacked up a sign in the recess room, where everyone advertized her occupations.
Just before vacation the Christian Association held an auction of unmarked laundry. Alice decided that she had never seen such a strange conglomeration of stockings, hankies, undies, and slips—and so many of them were claimed by a girl named Sarah that Alice thought she must have a great many pennies to spare.
Alice herself heard so much just then about the Bank Holiday and Depression that she really thought that President Brown and Exchequer Davison were to be congratulated on all they did to make the year successful, and she told the March Hare she was quite ready for another Tea Party for Harry at any time.
'Down the `Rabbit Gaeole.
(THE DRAMATIC CLUB)
Alice was considering whether the pleasure of a "gooey" fudge sundae would be worth the trouble of getting up and walking down town, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" Alice started to her feet, and, burning with curiosity, she ran along after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The White Rabbit went trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself, as he went, "Oh! The Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! Won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!"
The White Rabbit is commonly known as Bobby Brown, President of the Dramatic Club for the year. She was hurrying to watch the first trial performance of Christopher Morley's one act play, "Rehearsal". The Duchess was Miss Prentiss, the faculty adviser, stage director, and general "much of a muchness''. Besides these there were Secretary Ede Egleson and that most important member of the faculty. Miss Bement.
The play which the Duchess and White Rabbit were coaching was the story of the rehearsal of an Irish play to be given by a college dramatic club. Loretta Sorrentino was property manager. The girls in the play were: Barbara Tucker, Marion Phillips, Ruth Greist, Betty Brownley, Eleanor Hartner, and Audrey Schooley. They were all so good as college girls developing an Irish brogue, or slapping paint on the scenery which Joan Limburg drew, that everybody applauded them vigorously.
"While you're refreshing yourself," said the Duchess, after this play was over, "I'll just take the measurements for the next. At the end of two weeks," she said, putting in a peg to mark the distance, "I shall give you your directions." And soon "Two Crooks and a Lady" was being produced down in the rabbit-hole. Alice attended all rehearsals because she was a very helpful child and wanted to assist in putting on the play. Towards the last, however, she grew rather sorry that she even knew about it, for they used a pistol in it which just wouldn't go off at the right moment, and drove everyone nearly to distraction! But when the big night came, the shot was fired successfully; everyone jumped, and the play was a real "hit". This time there was an entirely new group taking part: Lois Hamilton, the chief crook; Earla Rowley, the maid who fired the shot; Sarah Ferris, the helpless invalid; Edith Egleson, her prim companion; and Loretta Sorrentino, the Police Inspector. The setting was so lovely that it quite transformed the Rabbit Hole Stage to a drawing room in New York, so Alice heard some one say.
Then came spring and everyone was so busy getting ready for May Day and something called "Boards" that nothing happened in the way of dramatics. "Everybody is minding her own business," the Duchess said in a hoarse growl," and the world is going around a deal faster than it usually does—much too fast for us to do all we want to do!" •
"RUTH'
"SEF"
"TUCKI E"
To the gruit garm_,
The sun was shining on the school, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The Seniors all quite bright— But this was very hard because They couldn't "see much light".
"If all the Faculty with books Taught them another year, Do you suppose," said Miss Bement, "That they could get things clear?" "I doubt it," said Miss Whitaker, And shed a bitter tear.
"Oh children, do go out and walk," Miss Wallis did beseech, "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk A little food for each." Nancy, Jean, and Audrey tried The Fruit Farm for to reach.
Four other children hurried up All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat— Loretta, Jean, and Ruth, and Ann A-running up the Street.
Sef, Fran, and Franny, and Ruth Greist Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested at the farm To talk in voices low: While other famous walkers came And sat all in a row.
"The time has come," said Bobby Brown, "To talk of many things: Of shoes—and Boards—and permanents— Of paying bills Lent brings:" But Tuckie interrupted with, "How well the chorus sings!"
"Now wait a bit," dear Prudence cried, "Before we have our chat; For all of us are out of breath, And some of us are fat!" "That's quite all right," said Preble Jones. Prue thanked her much for that.
"They're out of food," Ede said to all, "And that's what we do need; I never saw such thoughtlessness; It's very bad indeed."
"I guess," said Nancy, "that we'll have To go back home and read."
"It seems a shame," said Peggy Ham, "To play us such a trick, After we've walked along so far And hurried up so quick:" Here Lois answered nothing but "It might have made you sick."
So Mary-Lib and Ernestine Returned with all the band; They wept like everything, and had Their hankies in their hand: "If we could only pass our French." They said, "it would be grand."
"Oh, not so fast," exclaimed Ruth Yeaw, Turning a little blue. So Betty Boucher walked with her, A kindly thing to do. They sauntered slowly, and arrived A little after two.
Helen and Sylvia were at school, With all their homework done! "0 children, are you back again?" They said in unison.
"Come out and take a ride with us." But answer came there none— And this was scarcely odd because They'd vanished, everyone!
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At this moment the door was flung open, and a shrill voice was heard singing:—
:Welcome Queen Alice with thirty times three!"
You ought to return thanks in a nice speech," said the Red Queen: "It isn't polite to leave all the conversation to the guests."
So Alice got up and read from a scroll which she carried in her hand. "I rise to leave—" she began:
"To the Faculty, all the Alice-in-Wonderland bands to keep their hair smooth and tidy.
"To the Juniors, many pillows and soft things to ease their study in the library.
"To next year's Monday evenings, our sweet and gentle voices to haunt the singers.
'To Miss Bement, the precious word 'rnienh' with all its subtleties.
"To Miss Whitaker, a gallon of gasoline for an emergency.
"The game of 'My Grandmother' to Mrs. Bement.
"To Miss Dunham, the 'light house' and 'Empire State,' otherwise known as the 'private' salt cellars.
"To Mrs. Harland, more blubber to take with her to Kamchatka.
"To Miss Baker, all the jazz records to make Scott 'home-like' on Friday afternoons.
"Several more music appreciators to Miss Litchfield to haunt her dreams.
"Many hair curlers to Bunny.
"Our May Day grace and lightness to Miss Wallis to use as she likes.
"And to the Juniors we give all our spontaneous enthusiasm and initiative."
"Take care of yourself!" screamed the Red Queen, seizing Alice's hair with both her hands. "Something's going to happen!"
"I can't stand this any longer!" Alice cried. "And as for you," she went on, turning fiercely upon the Red Queen, "I'll shake you into a—"
"Well, here is a kitten," interrupted the Red Queen, "to leave to the school to take Cellar's place!"
'Directory
Jean Adamson--550 West North Avenue, East Palestine, Ohio.
Barbara Brown-715 Madison Street, Fall River, Massachusetts.
Ernestine Cohen--5 West 87th Street, New York City, New York.
Frances Cowing-105 Stearns Avenue, Wyoming, Ohio.
Jean Davison-1270 Beechwood Boulevard, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Edith Egleson—Old Chester Road, Essex Falls, New Jersey.
Ruth Faulkner-37 Pine Street, Palmer, Massachusetts.
Sarah Ferris-515 East 16th Avenue, Spokane, Washington.
Ruth Greist-641 Whitney Avenue, New Haven, Connecticut.
Nancy Grout-360 Main Street, Burlington, Vermont.
Peggy Ham-151-10 85th Avenue, Jamaica, New York.
Lois Hamilton-88-21 Hollis Court Boulevard, Queen's Village, L. I.
Martha Jones-13 Maple Avenue, Somerville, Massachusetts.
Sylvia Knowlton-17 Cleveland Street, Holyoke, Massachusetts,
Helen Moskal-17 Canby Street, Holyoke, Massachusetts.
Mary Elizabeth Read-22 Arlington Street, Pawtucket, R. I.
Audrey Schooley-13 Prospect Avenue, Middletown, New York.
Nancy Smith-219 High Street, Pittsfield, Massachusetts.
Loretta Sorrentino-141 Freeman Parkway. Providence, R. I.
Barbara Tucker-389 Essex Street, Salem Massachusetts.
Ann Van Riper-19 Ridge Terrace, Paterson, New Jersey.
Ruth Yeaw-51 Union Street, Greenfield. Massachusetts.
Editorial Staff
BARBARA TUCKER, Editor-in-Chief
FRANCES COWING, Asst. Editor-in-Chief
SARAH FERRIS, Literary Editor
BARBARA BROWN, Business Editor
RUTH FAULKNER, Asst. Business Editor
MISS PRENTISS, Faculty Adviser
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