To Miss Sartwell who has generously and cheerfully given of her time and energy that we might learn, we,the Class of rg4o, gratefully dedicate this, our yearbook.
Pimp Fly.
Editorial Staff
Editor-in-Chief—SALLY Lou MADEIRA
Assistant Editor—REBECCA GRAFTON
Literary Editor—PATRICIA BENNETT
Art Editor—DURINDA DOBBINS
Photographic Editor—MARIAN MOSES
Business Manager—ELEANOR WALSH
Assistant Business Managers—CONNIE MOULTON, MARY TowNE
Middler Representative—RUTH JEFFERS
Junior Representative—MARY PATCH
Faculty Advisor—SUSAN NA WRIGHT
PRISCILLA ETHEL AUGUST
SMITH
Baccalaureate Choir '39
PATRICIA H. BENNETT
CONNECTICUT
Pegasus '40
Literary Editor of Year Book '40
Mask and Wig '40
Christmas Play '40
BLAKE
WELLESLEY
Secretary-Treasurer of Mask and Wig '40
ANNE-MARIE CHURCHILL
SMITH
Vice-President of Junior Class '38
Vice-President of Middler Class '39
President of French Club '39,'40
Day Girl Representative to Student Council '39
Baccalaureate Choir '39
President of Glee Club '40
Co-Editor of Pegasus '40
"Pirates of Penzance" '40
SMITH
"Prissy"
"Pat"
MARJORIE
"Marge"
"Annette"
JEAN ERSKINE CLAPP
"Clappie"
ENID BARBARA DAWSON
Mask and Wig '40 "Weenid"
MOUNT HOLYOKE
BARBARA DURINDA DOBBINS "Dobbie" WELLESLEY
Mask and Wig '40
Art Editor of Year Book '40
Art Editor of Pegasus '40
Christmas Play '40
Green Team Captain '40
BARBARA TRAVIS DOW "Dowie" UNDECIDED
Dramatic Association '39
Mask and Wig '40
LYDIA HIBBARD ELLIOTT VASSAR
President of Hathaway '40 "Pirates of Penzance" '40
May Queen '40 "Hib"
DORIS VIRGINIA FITCH "Fitchie" SMITH
ANDREE GIRARD
Christmas Play '38
Dance Committee '39
SMITH
Day Girl Representative to Student Council '39
May Day Pageant '39,'40
REBECCA ANN GRAFTON "Becky"
BENNINGTON
President of Hathaway '39
Ensemble '40
Assistant Editor of Year Book '40
BETTY HUBER Betty SKIDMORE
Day Girl Representative to Student Council '39
Secretary of Student Council '40
Chairman of Dance Committee '40
Middler Usher '39
"Trial by Jury" '39
CLAIRE ANNA JARISCH
Claire GOUCHER
SMITH
Ensemble '40
Secretary of Athletic Association '40
Glee Club Librarian '40
Ruth in "Pirates of Penzance"'40
Vice-President of Senior Class '40
May Court '40
"Girard"
JANET RITCHIE JENKINS "Jay"
ANN LUCY KURZMAN "Kurz" SKIDMORE
Middler Usher '39
Social Secretary '40
MARY LANE "Lane"
MANHATTANVILLE
President of Senior Class '40
Student Council '40
SALLY LOU MADEIRA "MadeiraVASSAR
Christmas Play '37, '38
Secretary of Middler Class '39
Secretary of Dramatic Association '39
Middler Representative to Year Book '39
Baccalaureate Choir '39
Co-Editor of Pegasus '40
Editor of Year Book
Production Manager of Mask and Wig '40
Day Girl Representative to Student Council '40
Dance Committee '40
"Pirates of Penzance" '40
JEAN ANNETTE MALCOLM SKIDMORE
Secretary-Treasurer of Christian Association '40
Mabel in "Pirates of Penzance" '40
Vice-President of Student Council '40 "Jay"
ANDERENE NATOLIA MOREAU "Tollie" SMITH
CONSTANCE MOSKAL SMITH "Connie" r
hliddler Usher '39
Mask and Wig '40
Day Girl Representative to Student Council '40
CONSTANCE MOULTON "Conthaunce" MOUNT HOLYOKE
Ensemble '40
May Court '40
Business Board of Year Book '40 /
"Pirates of Penzance'"40
Treasurer of Senior Class '40
CHRISTIAN MURRAY.ALLEN Christian RADCLIFFE
AALEEN O'BRIEN "Pirates of Penzance" '40
RUTH L. PILGARD WELLESLEY
President of Junior Class '38
President of Athletic Association '40
"Pirates of Penzance" '40
May Day Pageant '40
HERMINE ROSENTHAL
SKIDMORE
Mask and Wig '40
May Day Pageant '40
CHARLOTTE ALETHEA SHERMAN "Sherry WELLESLEY
Ensemble '40
May Day Pageant '40
SARAH ELIZABETH SHOWALTER "Sally SMITH
ji Christmas Play '38
Middler Usher '39
Business Manager of Pegasus '39
Student Council '39
Chairman of Dance Committee '39 "Trial By Jury" '39
President of Student Council '40
May Court '40
MARY R. TOWNE
MOUNT HOLYOKE
Business Board of Year Book '40 "Pirates of Penzance" '40
yANCY TRAILL
• •.?d krcd "Pirates of Penzance" '40
e tk May Day Pageant '40
Mask and Wig '40
Amomommisimimmile
"Townie"
"Twail"
ELEANOR WALSH
SMITH
White Team Captain '40
Mask and Wig '40
Business Manager of Year Book '40-' '
Pegasus '40
Dance Committee '40
MARGARET WARNE
SWARTHMORE
Mask and Wig '40
Pegasus '40
May Day Pageant '40
aa."1-0, '2,44) "Peggic"
HARRIET H. WARREN
MILLS
President of Middler Class'39
Secretary of Student Council '39
Middler Usher '39
President of Christian Association '40
BARBARA WEED
"Weedie"
SKIDMORE
Vice-President of Dramatic Association '39
Treasurer of Middler Class '39
Middler Usher '39
President of Mask and Wig '40
Vice-President of Student Council '40
Maid of Honor in May Court'40
BARBARA YOCUM
Ensemble '40
VASSAR
"Pirates of Penzance" '40
Secretary of Senior Class '40
President of Student Council
MURIEL MARGARET BLANCHET "Moody"
MARY WASHINGTON
4
ALICE BEATRICE COONEY “COOnCyUNDECIDED
Mask and Wig '40
ELIZABETH MOSES
Mask and Wig '40
Photographic Editor of Year Book '40 May Day Court '40
MARGUERITE SEAMAN "Peg" UNDECIDED
"Mini"
Student Council
Ably headed at the first of the year by Sarah Showalter, the Student Council's activities began early. One of the most important functions of Council at the beginning of a new school year is to make it easier for the new girls to get acquainted with the school. This Council did very well this year. It is a kind of bridge between faculty and girls, presenting the wishes of each group to the other. Again, it was very successful in this. The second term elections brought in a Council composed largely of new girls, with Babs Yocum as the president.
This year the Council continued the Spring Dance begun by last year's Council with so much success that we hope it will be continued. A new seating arrangement for Chapel has been put into effect. This innovation we hope will make the Chapel less noisy and congested and will help give this period the dignity and quietness it should have.
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Third row: Jeffers, Girard, Huber, Miss Summer, Elliott, Kurzman, Malcolm
Second row: White, de Berg, Fennebresque, Weed, Warren, Pilgard, Moskal
First row: Hunter, Grafton, S. Madeira, Yocum, Showalter, Whiting
Back row: de011oqui, O'Shea, Ockenden.
Third row: Jeffers, Fennebresque, Walsh, Schaefer, Cooney, Patch, Bennett, Brown.
First row: Kennedy, Moses, Weed, Miss Hewes, Blake, Madeira ,S. L., Diggs.
Mask and Wig
This year the Dramatic Association took a more active part in school life, under the direction of Miss Hewes. At the fall banquet the new name "Mask and Wig" was announced, and soon after this the eighth grade pupils presented a pantomime in assembly under the club's direction.
The first real production of the year was English III's presentation of several scenes from Shakespeare's "Henry V" on November 29th. The cast, consisting of P. Bennett, S. Fennebresque, N. Brown, M. Junkin, B. Tarlton, M. Kennedy, C. Short, E. Von Hofen and M. Moses, performed very creditably under Miss Hewes' direction.
On March 19, a three-act play, "Tomorrow", was presented. The whole pro- duction—sets, costumes, and properties, as well as the acting, was done by the club, and every member contributed to the successful performance. The cast was made up of N. Brown, D. Dobbins, M. Patch, M. Blake, M. Moses, and B. Schaefer.
This year for the first time the Christmas and May Day plays were done by the club, both very successfully. At Christmas a shadow play was presented, and the May Day Pageant "The Chinese Nightingale" was adapted from Hans Christian Anderson by Miss Hewes herself.
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French Club
Following its custom, the French Club organized last October under the super- vision of Miss Bement and Miss Ascher. At the first meeting the following officers were elected: president, Annette Churchill; vice-president, Shirley Fennebresque, and rotating secretaries. Meetings conducted entirely in French proved interesting and beneficial to all members, as did the singing of French songs. A banquet held in the fall was attended by all members of the organization and several guests from Smith College and Northampton. One meeting which was most entertaining consisted of a program planned by Ellen Diggs in which the club participated. French games were played, and charades were acted out in French, much to the perplexity and amusement of the members who took their turns at watching. It is the hope of the school and the members that the French Club will be renewed with great interest and enthusiasm by French devotees in the fall.
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Back row: Fennebresque, Brown, Junkm, Kennedy
Front row: von Hofen, Madeira, Miss Bement, Churchill, Diggs, Moses
Third row: Brown, Jeffers, Walsh
Second row: Showalter, Fennebresque, Dobbins, Yocum
First
Pegasus
Pegasus this year with two editors to manage him took a new lease on life. He made a resolution to appear in recess room pigeonholes every two weeks. Pegasus, in spite of his excellent intentions, did not do quite that; but his welcome appearances every few weeks were more numerous than in previous years. He was particularly fortunate in the support he had from a large literary and production staff, the latter consisting of able typists and mimeographers.
Pegasus carried this year, among other articles, a continued story recounting the stirring adventures of "Ida Know", current events comments by the Modern History class, and a "Letter Home" column reflecting student reaction to school doings.
Of course Pegasus' supreme ambition is to see himself in print—true newspaper print, surrounded with advertisements from his admirers in town. Perhaps next year his ambition will be realized, for under the skilful guidance of his new managers we feel confident that Pegasus will soar to new heights.
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row: Malcolm, Churchill, S. Madeira, Bennett
Standing: Moulton, Sherman, Grafton, Mrs. Smith
Seated: Jenkins, Yocum, Murray, Allen, S.
Ensemble
". . . But we have so little time to practice," members of the ensemble group would exclaim. Every Thursday afternoon, Chapel concluded, Babs and Jay would come struggling down the gym steps with their cellos as Connie and Charlotte would seat themselves on the edge of the stage calling for high "a" to be sounded on the piano by Becky. Shirley would add to the variety of tuning-up notes by plucking the strings of her violin. By the time the last of the teachers and students would have departed from the assembly room the a's of the violin, of the flutes, and of the two cellos would have blended to clarity with the piano, ready for action. Mrs. Smith, the leader of the group, would call out the number, analyze the dynamics of the piece, encourage the flutes and violin to sing out the melody, the cellos to answer, and the piano to give full support, and then without a pause, "1, 2, 3, 4, ." Under the stimulating leadership of Mrs. Smith this newly organized club learned the rudiments necessary for good ensemble work and acquired skill in playing many short numbers from the classical period which were played between the scenes of "Henry the V", a play put on by the Dramatic Club. The ensemble also added musical color to the setting of the three-act play, "Tomorrow", produced in the winter term. Though the work of the club has been limited this spring term, the members of the ensemble keenly feel the benefits gained from their intensive practices with each other under their musician-leader, Mrs. Smith.
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Seated: Dobbins, Pilgard, Walsh
Standing: Miss Wallis, List, Jenkins
Athletic Association
The organization of the Athletic Association began this year by the election of Durinda Dobbins as the Green Team Captain, Ellie Walsh as White Team Captain, Jay Jenkins as Secretary, and Jinny List as Treasurer. Tap day was greeted hopefully by the student body and each member was chosen for the Green or White team. The basketball season ended with the Green team on top, but soccer and hockey showed Whites at their best.
Skiing was the main sport of the winter season, and once a week Miss Boyden came to teach modern dancing. Swimming was done.at the college pool and the swim, ming meet came to a close with the Whites on top.
Spring brought forth archery, volley ball, badminton, golf, hiking, baseball, and a Green and White tennis team. There were exhibitions of these sports on May Day.
At this moment we are all anxiously awaiting the team winner for the year.
We want to express our appreciation to Miss Wallis and Miss Bunce for the best year yet.
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JP'J ,01 11
HONOR PROSE
Now Or Never
Lucy Rollins pushed the horn-rimmed glasses down her nose and sighed. It just couldn't be done. One had to be inspired to write a short story. This one was not inspired. Definitely not.
Suddenly she heard a "honk-honk" in front of the house.
"Gosh, that must be Pat", she thought in consternation. "I'd forgotten all about it." She dashed to a mirror, ran a comb through her light-brown hair, and was about to grab a coat and run when she remembered.
"Henry!" she gasped, "I'd forgotten about Henry!" Henry, Pat's brother, was a Harvard senior, and quite a literary fellow, and she'd forgotten he might be there!
Dashing back to the mirror, she looked at herself,—cool blue eyes, a nose that defied powder, and a bright red mouth. Thank goodness today was Sunday. At least she knew she was dressed well.
Popping a hat on her head and tossing a coat over one arm, she called, "Goodbye all", and dashed down the walk to Pat, just become a licensed driver, sitting at the wheel of a gray coupe.
"Henry's car", said Pat, in answer to Lucy's unspoken question. "We'll have to take it home because he's leaving for Harvard tonight,—he'll probably be gone by the time we get back from the movies."
Ten minutes later they drew up in front of the Sommerville house, and parking the car, were about to continue on their movie-bound way, when they heard a series of sharp barks behind them.
"Oh, the dog," cried Pat. "I'll have to put him in the house," and she turned back, Lucy meekly following.
When inside, Pat, hearing the clink of glasses, rushed away, and in a minute returned with a tray-full of glasses of iced-tea.
Lucy sat down on a large red armchair, and seeing a black book beside her, curiously raised the cover.
"Short Stories by Henry P. Sommerville II" met her eyes. Short Stories! Suddenly she remembered. She had a short story due next Tuesday and, as yet, not even a plot!
Pat came back in. "Hey, you, what do you think of them? Those are Henry's brain-children. Handle them carefully, gal, because they're precious. Though he wouldn't know it if he lost a couple, he's that kind of a goon."
"He wouldn't know it if he lost a couple." The phrase rang in Lucy's ears. "He wouldn't know it," she repeated to herself.
"What?" queried Pat.
"Oh, nothing,I just was thinking out loud."
"Well, if your thoughts are anything like the usual, they aren't worth repeating," laughed Pat, sipping the tea.
"Hey, hurry up with your tea, or we'll miss the picture, Lucy," she added, watching Lucy, who was staring at the title page of the book.
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"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm sorry." Suddenly the porch door opened again.
"Oh, Pat, have you seen my cigarette holder?-0h,I'm sorry, I didn't realize—" "Come in, Henry, and be introduced, and then look hard and maybe you'll find it."
"Find which? The holder or the introduction?"
"Forget the humor, and look pretty. Lucy, I'd like you to meet my brother, Henry. Henry, this is Lucy Rollins.
"Wherewith, according to the old, time-honored custom of the family, we are introduced," said Henry. "Now, I don't want to appear as though I'm hurrying you or anything, but it is exactly 5:123 / 4 P.M. and the picture, so they tell me, starts at 5:20; so taking yours truly's humble advice, you'd better start, and pretty darn quick."
"And we are off," cried Pat, snatching a coat.
"Good-bye, Lucy, ditto marks, Pat," called Henry from the door.
"So long," chorused the two, and started off, pausing at the corner to take a look at the gray car.
Exactly three hours later they stood on the same corner looking at the same gray car.
"Hey, Henry hasn't gone yet," cried Pat.
"Not yet?" echoed Lucy, and the phrase that had been haunting her all evening came back,"He wouldn't know it if he lost a couple."
"Let's go in and see what's what. Mebbe he's taking the train and leaving the car here, pleasant thought." They entered the house, and peering into the living room, saw Henry typing alone.
"Scram, Heziry," yelled Pat. "Just go sit down, Luce, and I'll be in soon mit some supper."
"How she bosses us," laughed Henry, with an amused expression, "Don't apolo- gize, it's always ineffectual."
"And I wouldn't think of being ineffectual," grinned Lucy, sitting again in the red armchair.
"There are my feeble attempts beside you. I hope they'll entertain you while Pat wrestles with the sandwiches and I wrestle with this play."
"Is that a play?" asked Lucy.
"Well, that's what they call it," replied Henry, picking up the typewriter and some scattered sheets of paper as he left.
"He wouldn't know". Oh, but it wouldn't be fair. Henry was such a darned nice guy. And yet, one couldn't write a short story in a day. Not she, at any rate.
"I'll be there in a minute," called Pat, from the kitchen.
Now was the chance. Cautiously she raised the cover. It would be easy enough to pull out a story. Just pull here, and here, and no one would know. "Now or Never" was the title of the story. It seemed like a command from the Fates. Rashly, though carefully, she pulled here, and here, and slowly, silently, the pages came out. She folded them into a little square, and put the rifled book back in its original
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position. Then, feigning a fit of coughing, she went to her coat, ostensibly to get a handkerchief, and slipped the square into her pocket.
Afterwards, the rest of the evening was almost a blank to her. She remembered that Henry took the late train to Boston, and that Pat took her home in the gray car, but that was all.
Tuesday morning, with a guilty feeling, she handed in "Now or Never", and a few days later Miss Evans, the English teacher, asked her to stay after class.
"Your short story was very good, Lucy. So good, in fact, that I sent it in to the Johnson-Ward Contest."
"The Johnson-Ward Contest?" gulped Lucy.
"Yes, it's being conducted by the Johnson-Ward Company, and many schools are sending in stories written by pupils. The judges are going to be three Harvard boys,—three who can write very well themselves."
With this death-knell sounding in her ears, it is no wonder poor Lucy turned white. But it is a wonder that she asked, in a self-contained voice,"Could you tell me who the judges are going to be?"
"We will not know until a week before the decision is announced, and instead of each story's being handed in with the name of the author, they will be numbered so no boy will be conscious that he is marking the paper of a friend or relative. Your number is 138."
"Whe—When will the decision be announced?" faltered Lucy.
"In just three weeks, and the prize will be a set of books for the school of the winning boy or girl," replied Miss Evans, as the next class entered the room.
The next two weeks were a night-mare of waiting. Lucy knew in her heart that Henry would be a judge. Still, she hoped against hope that maybe he'd be too busy. Even then, he'd probably see the winning story (there was no doubt in her mind whose the winning story would be.)
Then one day, Pat called to her as she was leaving her geometry class that she had some wonderful news. "Oh, Lucy, the judges of the contest have been announced, and Henry's one. Wouldn't it be swell if—Why, Luce, what's the matter?"
"I—uh,I forgot to do my Latin so I'll have to go do it now. Congrats to Henry."
She dashed away, shocked by the enormosity of the crime she had committed, and drowned her sorrows in a ginger-ale, straight.
Hopelessly, she heard the reports from the girls that her story was one of the ones that was really going places. Pat was almost exasperating in so many ways,calling her the Margaret Mitchell of Harvard, and asking her for her autograph, "before the rush", as she put it. Lucy was sure that she was slowly but surely going crazy. Even when people cried, "Oh, you're nuts", she would shrink, as though someone had hit her.
But the days weren't as bad as the nights. At night she dreamed that she was just about to accept the prize when Henry would jump up and cry, in a threatening voice, "Oh, no, you don't get the prize, I do. That's my story." And the judges, crying,"What?", would jump on her and bear her off.
At last the day came when she found herself, wearing her new blue suit, on the train to Boston, for sure enough, her, or rather Henry's story had passed into the Page Thirty-Four
Finals. And, now, today, the prize was to be given. A thousand days passed between each stop, and each day she promised herself a thousand times that she would get out and wire them the truth, and a thousand times she reminded herself that the school was depending upon her. What would they, what could they do to her, when they found out that she, their hope and trust, had let them down this way.
But the journey could not go on forever, and so she found herself in the South Station with exactly twenty minutes until the awarding of the prize. Mechanically she took a taxi, and in what seemed an incredibly short time she was there.
Presenting her ticket at the door, she took a seat far back in the hall, and prepared to die. But it was fated by the gods that she was not to die a swift and painless death, but instead, only after a long torture would she find the blessed relief.
The President of the Johnson-Ward Company was to give a speech, as were the three judges, before the award was made. When it was Henry's turn to speak, Lucy shrank behind a large and buxom soul before her, but she could not escape from the words. Each separate syllable was like a burning knife, cutting away all her courage.
But, at long, long, last, came "And now, we have the honor of presenting the prize to Miss Lucy Rollins of Blanktown School for Girls, Blanktown, Massachusetts. Miss Rollins."
Wearily Lucy got to her feet, for she had already lived this hour many times over. She walked to the front of the hall, her head held high, though why she did not know. As in a trance, she held out her hand for the little paper that meant so much, so very, very much to her, to her school, and,she supposed, to Henry.
"Thank you," she began, and then her mind working clearly, she turned to the audience, and cried,"I did not write that story."
"Shut up, you loon," whispered Henry, and leaping to his feet, replied, "No, your fingers did. Therefore, to them we give the prize." He slipped into her nerveless fingers the little piece of paper. The audience laughed. "It'll be all right," whispered Henry.
And suddenly she knew that it would be all right, because Henry said so. She smiled as do all those who receive a prize, but also as do those who have just passed through a great danger, and come out unscathed.
Now, although she had still a lecture due her from Henry, (for she did not expect to get off with it with just that), she felt as though everything would be all right. Of course, she would never do a thing like that again—even if the pile of contesting stories was just over there. Still, it wouldn't do any harm to look,—; she might get an idea—.
Sally Lou Madeira
SECOND HONOR POETRY
Slumber
Soft cool water
Soft and cool
Ripples through the sombre cavern
Ripples through Ripples round its smooth, dark edges
Dark and smooth
Soothing, cooling, smoothing, rippling, Slumber washes over me.
Christian Murray-Allen Page Thirty-Five
Call
It
Eating . . Or A Supercilious Observance At Meal Time
"Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die." So said Isaiah, and one would think this danger was still impending if one should see my brother Ahaz at the table. For when the maid comes to him, he heaps food onto his plate, spoonful after spoonful, and by the time it gets to me, I feel as though I were in Canaan and the seven years of plenty had gone by, leaving me the seven years of famine. But it is not in my place to complain. After all, Solomon says, "The idle soul shall suffer hunger," and my soul probably is idle.
But suppose I start at breakfast, for one usually begins the day with this important meal. Surely I get enough to eat then, when the amounts are alloted before going onto the table! But there is still a fly in the ointment—for, speaking metaphorically, Ahaz, is a fly when honey is concerned, and honey is an ointment when Ahaz is concerned. He pounces on it and then nearly drowns himself in it—head first. Then comes the process of drowning the toast, because Ahaz likes company. While this complicated activity is going on, the table-cloth gets interested and somehow involves matters still more. Finally, the honey is properly toasted (is that what I mean?), and in two bites it has gone down an enormous cavern bounded by Ahaz's sticky ivories.
In the meantime there has been a placid discussion, first by my father on the relative disparities caused by the changes in interocular distances in his camera*, and then by my mother on the symbolism of Piero della Francesca's annunciation. My omelette has become like leather during my rapt observance of Ahaz. All of a sudden, I awake from my apathy, realize that I have three minutes in which to finish my meal, and make my food disappear in not much more time than Ahaz would have required.
All day long I look forward to my supper, for I have been promised spaghetti! The meal commences happily, for Ahaz couldn't possibly have taken all the spaghetti, and only a small spoonful has managed to wriggle to the floor. After a momentary silence, broken only by a slithering sound made by the absorption of the "pasta", there suddenly floats over to me something that sounds like an African dialect—"Wa bwar pfubaw pway"—and there is Ahaz, a broad smile on his face, and a few wisps of yellowish streamers issuing from his mouth. I swallow fast after having chewed vigorously for a split second—: "I beg your pardon?" (Very sweetly).
"Wuf gaw u pfufwa, poo" (this is said rather fuzzily).
Suddenly I evince sparkling intelligence. "Woof. woof!" I say brightly. The twinkle disappears from his eyes, and his brow becomes clouded with a warning of an approaching storm. "Hey", he splutters, managing to disembarrass himself from all further connection with his food,"I said we made a touchdown in football today."
"And I said 'Woof, woof!'" I replied, not changing countenance. Giving up his cause as hopeless, he makes a fresh attack on his plate.
Then comes rice-pudding, my favorite dessert! Ahaz look at it, utters one groan, and subsides without a murmur. "Don't you like rice-pudding?" asks mother sadly.
* Quote Dr. Clarence Kennedy at most meal times.
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"Sure, sure, sure, uh-huh", and he oblingly places a tiny portion onto his plate. Trying to cover up this slight contradiction to his statement, he starts to tell us about the football game. "We were in the last quarter—the score was tied and there was only one minute to go . . . . I got the ball, tucked it under my arm, and flew down the field, knocking everyone down! " This last is accompanied by a fierce gesture of the elbow. Somehow, his milk comes to meet it and is extremely surprised to find itself gently eddying and forming pretty little falls over the edge of the table. It gurgles and splashes happily, free at last, little realizing that this is a major tragedy.
In spite of this accident, the meal finishes without further mishap, and I retire to my chamber to ponder on the relation between food and my brother, finally deciding that the only difference between them is that Ahaz is not digestible.
Melinda N. Kennedy
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FIRST HONOR POETRY
Life-blood's color, running red!
I'll sleep in crimson when I'm dead.
Scarlet leaves and blood-red wine,
A cardinal bird in an autumn vine.
Dewy cherries on a ruby plate,
An ancient missal, miniate.
A depthless garnet, silver set,
A bright carnation, all rain wet.
A drop of blood, a roseate globe;
A scarlet shoe and a cramosie robe.
Rich-stained windows, a carmine choir
And the rose-red coals of a dying fire.
Life-blood's color, running red
I'll sleep in crimson when I'm dead.
Patricia H. Bennett
SONG Time On My Hands For You A Little Bit Independant Charlie Is My Darling Danny Boy Thripping Thider Through a Thtraw Give Me My Boots And Saddle Margie She's Tall, She's Tan, She's Terrific La Marseillaise Shoe -Shine Boy Just a Song at Twilight The Lady In Red Sammy Anchors Aweigh On My Old Bass Viol Deep Purple Lullaby of Broadway My Gal Sal She's a Latin from Manhattan (ville ) My Melancholy Baby The Penny Serenade My Everyday Girl Lazy Bones With the Wind and the Rain in Your Hair Yankee Doodle Going to Town Chopsticks My Bill Oh, Johnny, Oh Shine on Harvest Moon An Apple a Day Carolina Moon But Definitely My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean Brother Can You Spare a Dime? Bach Goes to Town Well, All Right Waltz Me Around Again, Willie
IDIOSYNCRASY
Bangs Her brothers Orchestras Fan Mail Clothes Doughnuts Cokes Week -ends H202 Her husband Noise Who knows? Her hair Troubles Slenderness La belle musique Spelling Telling stories Providence Kirby Dave Skiing A neat room Her curly locks Baby talk The flute Dancing Lord Jim (the book, of course) Photographers Hoods Those packages Naivete Her nails Her family Letters from England Her figure Orange lipstick Class jewelry Buffalo
TO BE FOUND
FAVORITE SAYING
In the Infirmary Eating Up town In the recess room With the St. Louisonians With List Almost everywhere Rehearsing Dieting Bobbing around Being individual Around In a turban At Blanc's In her room Playing records Working for Mask and Wig Making faces Dancing In a bed -spread NVithout a dime With Tolie In Stronach Getting mail With Seaman Raising an eyebrow Looking glamorous Being nice Knitting With Sunday callers Smiling Eating candy Clowning Chattering in French At her desk Raffling Being maternal Doing Italian Teasing Priscilla
NAME
BOARDERS
Bennett Oh my gosh
Blake Grand, simply grand
Bosworth Sommerville!
Bowman Oh, Shorty!
Daniels Hi! Dawson What's it to you
deBerg Betsey—
Dobbins Take me out!
Elliott Simply adorable!
Fennebresque (a pun)
Gavin Wanna fight?
Grafton Hello!
Hatch At Classical High
Hunter My one personal letter
Jarisch O.K.
Jenkins My sister
Junkin No bull
Kurzman But I wasn't as attractive then as I am now
Lamson Hmmm!
Lane In Brockton, we—
List . (A grunt)
Malcolm Well, Jinny!
Moore Yes, please Moreau That French!
Moses Oh, Jerry
Moulton I object!
Pilgard Let me think Rice Hey!
Rosenthal Where's Tolie?
Schaefer Oh, Sally Schine In Gloversville—
Sherman Is the Latin hard?
Short Oh, B.J.
Showalter Hi, Cutie!
Sommerville Oh, really?
Tarlton Hi, there
Towne Gosh
Trail Thanks, piles
Walsh Neat!
Perfect diction ' SONG So Red the Rose
IDIOSYNCRASY
FAVORITE SAYING That's a nice idea TO BE FOUND In the Lab
NAME
Warne
Warren Sure In her room Hair a la Dauphin Don't Tickle Me, Dorothy
Stardust
Willie of the Valley
Ta-ran-ta-ra
Gorgeous clothes
Big photos
Gee Getting cokes
Weed
White Respectfully submitted— In Scott
Yocum Oh, bird! With Oscar That hair!!
Mar-sha In the Conference Room The Springfield Union In the Good Old Summer Time
Whispering
Hey Nonny No
Getting to school early
DAY GIRLS
August
Blanchet (We couldn't wait) In the Libe
Smiling Peke Kennels
Beaming The cinema Naughty Harrietta
My goodness
Brown
Chase (A giggle)
Churchill Where's Madeira? Doing chemistry The Guiets L'Amour Tourjours L'Amour
Looking wise Now And Then
Reducing Lost
Going Home
My Heart Belongs to Daddy
Clapp Seen Fitchie? Cum Laude
Commuting
Velvet ribbons
Cohen Greetings, gates
Cooney I don't know At Forbes
Cramer My goodness In a small car Brains
Diggs Oh, I know On her bike Hair -do's Gaudeamus Igitur
Lord Jeffery Amherst
Fitch Shampoo
Frederic Here, Oh Joy, Oh Rapture
Homer
An escort home
Braemars
Winking I'm New Around Here
Wrong -Way Horrigan
Getting her face on straight
School -days
Take Me Out To The Ball -game
Dow Oh, honestly! Behind that pin
Frantically doing French
Her hair
A minor detail
Fitch Hey, Jeanie
Girard I don't know what to do! In a Mahan -hunt
Waiting
(See Chase)
Green
Horrigan He— With Connie
Whispering to Polly
Hubbard (Something in a deep voice)
Huber Oh! Being pleasant
(See Kragt)
Animal Crackers In My Soup Hyde I did it this way In a gym suit
All of Me
There is Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast
Dress -designing
Her godfathers
Being efficient
Modern dancing
Jeffers Hi, dear!
Kennedy (We couldn't catch it)
Prudy!
That long hair A Little Bit of Heaven
George With Cat -like Tread
Practicing
Under a load of books Girl Scouts In A Little Dutch Garden Leedy (Titter, titter)
Kragt
With von Hofen
Managing things
Boze Cos Polska
The Continental
The Nightingale
Sophisticated Lady
Madeira, G. Hi!
Her sister Dinah Madeira, S. L. An-nette
Jacks
Dancing
Braids
Those clothes
Being nice
Practicing at Sage
Being bright
Across the street
Running for a bus
Moskal Hel-lo plum
Murray, Allen C. My deah—
Murray, Allen S. But—
Atchoo!
O'Brien
Ockenden I've lost—
Lady From Spain
Oh, Do It Again
Her brief case
Oke
Her brothers Once In A While
Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup
With an apple
Reading On a Bicycle Built For Two de011oqui Wat son the radio?
O'Shea Heck, no At Deerfield
Analyzing people
Coiffures
Loomis
Patch I haven't got any
With Mary
With a quick comeback
Pease Had a letter, Annette?
Perkins, M. I forgot
Pretty Polly Perkins
Three Little Fishies
Happy Days Are Here Again
The King of Love
The Music Goes 'Round
coiffure
Paper
That glamorous
Limousines
Joan
Quiet
The Miller's Daughter Marianne Perkins, P. I'll do it
Seaman Oh, Marian In the library
Silently wondering
Blushing
Happy Williston
Steiger All right
vonHof en I am not
Whiting I confiscated
Class Will
We, the Class of 1940, being of sound mind and body, do hereby give and be- queath the following:
Connie Moulton's naivete to Juanita de 011oqui.
Marian's height to Caroline Short.
Dinny leaves to join Bill.
Tollie leaves her hail fellow well met to class of '41.
Jay Malcolm's part in "Pirates" to Lynnie de Berg.
Kurz's "just graduated from M.I.T." stories to Ruth Moore.
Claire's sincerity to Pete Hunter.
Lydia's serenity to Betsey Green.
Ellie's politics to Shirley Fennesbresque.
Bab's interest in Williston to Prissy Daniels.
Bobbie's power behind the throne to Ellen Diggs.
Mary Towne's maternal instinct to Shirley Rice.
Jay Jenkins enthusiasm to Joan Madeira.
Becky's ability at piano to Ann Bosworth.
Twaill's vagueness to Ellen Diggs.
Weenid's whirlwind approach to Doris Schine.
Aaleen's mundane outlook to Frances Jo Ockenden.
Connie Moskal's dancing ability to Melinda Kennedy.
Annette's singing voice to Betty Jane Tarlton.
Peggy Seaman's change of coiffure to Prudence Hyde.
Andree leaves Fred to the Class of '41.
Barbara Dow leaves Homer to Miss Ascher.
Sally Lou leaves for Madeira.
Clappie leaves "penn"sively.
Marcia leaves her long fingernails to Butch Gavin.
Marge leaves the babes to Nonnie Brown.
Charlotte's 50 watts to Marie Kragt.
Pi's sense of duty to Sal Lamson.
Huber's brother leaves Dartmouth.
Dobbie's stage voice to Marian Junkin.
Sarah's executive ability to Frances O'Shea.
Peggy Warne's quietness to Mary Bowman.
Ha-Ha's drollery to Betty Ann Steiger.
Christian's accent to Nancy White.
Priscilla leaves town council to anybody who wants it.
Ann's missionary propensities to Betty Schaefer.
Muriel's red hair to Elaine Thomas.
Alice Cooney leaves her rougeless lips to Ruth Horrigan.
Doris leaves with Jean Clapp.
Pat's convertible bangs to Betty Schaefer.
Lane leaves earnest but not Frank.
The class of 1940 sends Ginny List back to comfort you, also M. Ebenezar Collins, Joe Blow, and Myrtle Wyrtle Byrtle.
We do hereby affix our signature.
Class of 1940
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