Fenster Ranch School - Yearbook (Tucson, AZ)

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s attraction was the green creature sitting complacently in his 0389, watching everything and everyone with mild interest and a hint of absolute disconcern. Soon the witching hour fell over the land. lWe climbed aboard the various cars and were transported back to our dorms with the driver much less awed at our outfits. He drove us to school straight as an arrow. We stepped out of the vehicles, smiling wearily, holding on to the less sturdy pieces of our costumes that had been disarrayed at in- tervals during thegaietybecause of the over-exertion of frivolous youth in his dancing endeavors. Completely sat- isfied with ourselves, we settled into sleep, with visions of the fun dancing in our heads, knowing wel1'that no Halloween could every surpass the one-we had shared toge- ther in October 1957 at Fenster Ranch School n FIRST PLAY OF TH YEAR Murder at Mrs, Loring's was a dramatic mystery which was given for us by the Drama Department in the beginning of the year. It was the tense story of a murder and the search to find those guilty of the crime. The lighting of this pro- duction was the most important factor and it was carried out so well thatgthe whole produc- tion took in the desired air that engulfed the ' situation of the plot. ' ' Noela Kitchenras the old widow was exceptionally I good. The acting job she did on this role created such an emphatic response from the spectators' that to see her afterwards as the young Noela Kitchen wasn't believable. The rest of the char- acters were well presented by Lorraine Croft, Rowena Wallace, Christine Swenson and Sharon Allen.

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THE HALLOWEEN PARTY Halloween comes but once a year and in our year of 1957 Halloween descended upon us with a great deal of excite- ment. Suddenly we had in our midst many celebrities of all kinds and sorts, who were eager to perform, to every- one's delight. Disguised wonderfully in various array of costumes and dialects, we rode to Ramon Harland's ranch. Our driver was so awed with the wondrous transformation created by clever costuming that we were driven many miles in the wrong direction with exuberant spirits mounting,be- fore we finally reached our destined goal for the gala evening. Thehplace that had been picked for the party, where we were to eat and drink good things, dance our dances, and carry out our masquerades, was a secret to all as was fitting for the mysterious air of a Halloween night. The bus and cars stopped. Our host was waiting to greet us. The doors opened and a glittering host of personalities issued forth. We had a number of juvenile delinquents with a wonderful propensity for chewing gum bovinely and divinely following in the immortal footsteps of Elvis Presley. Madame Butter- fly and Little-Bo-Peep became fast friends regardless of the barrier in language. This example of brotherhood was carried throughout the eve with friendships sprouting he- tween a Nubian fan waver and an Army sergeant who kept pro- testing he was really our headmaster, but to no avail. Like- wise the amenities of the French sailor, who spoke Latin, and Little Red Riding Hood, who carried not preserves to Grandma in her heavily lidded basket but a flash camera, surprised the audience with their flashes of happiness. The others went to extremes and in good keeping with this didn't mingle well. There were bohemians, cowhands,doctors,nurses, and many students mimicking the female populace of the school with their feminine attire. After amusing ourselves with othersdcleverness for some time, amid dancing and other frolic, we had a stage show and after the finale con- sisting of the parading of the characters before the specta- tors, chose the best portrayals. The winners were Buddy Schwartz and Chesley Harding. The rest of the party was spent in mass confusion. We danced polkas, we danced waltzes, we danced circle dances, in fact we danced ourselves into sheer exhaustion with the most popular dance of all, rock 'n roll. But really, the main

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TOWN TRIPS The looked-forward to feature of Saturday afternoon is the relentless,,never-ceasing town trip. This is a voyage into the far from unknown in order to vary the routine of student life. It begins after lunch as a multitude of unrecogniz- ably clean faces in orderly fashion climb aboard the Fenster Ranch School bus jubilantly grasping the rem- nants of allowance that they are now going to nblown for such essentials as sarcastic cards,Elvis Presley autographed pictures, stuffed animals of various shapes, sizes and colbrs, handmade costume jewelry earrings, perfumed ink, Bunsen burners, and ever so many other articles necessary in the life of a stu- dent. Once having spent the major part of their parents' earnings, the female portion of the school seek out the wandering male portion of the school in hopes that they haven't been quite as nbargain-wisen and still have enough of the scarce Umoolahn to take them to a famous restaurant, better known as Ralis Grill, for dinner and then to a rendezvous at a local movie theater. After observing and evaluating this admirable cinema the obstreperous students return again to school with renewed strength to begin the grueling week until the next Saturday at the same time and place. D. Leslie