Greenwood School - Tree Yearbook (Ruxton, MD)

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,- V .' f, , -' This book plate was designed by lVIary-Elizabeth Campbell especially to be put in the books given to the school by the Alumnae Association. YVe wish to express our gratitude to the alumnae for the numerous books they have given us, the first of which was a beautiful edition of the collected poems of Rupert Brooke. Pave Tllirfy-six O V

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But perhaps some other members of the class may like better the passionate lines of Ma1'celine Desberdes Valmore: N'ecris pas! Je suis triste et je voudrais m'eteindre Les beaux etes sans toi c'est l'amour sans flambeau. However, no matter what is our favorite poem, I am sure that the Whole class will join with me in saying that the study of French poetry is the most interesting and delightful course given in the senior year. M. G. MACHEN, 737 U -a Y .5 .5 , ., 'f'-1' 4.21-:TE , .. --'- - 1-iii -5. ' ' . Hy- ' 691 r iffffl?-'-2P'5:fx1iv- ' ' fi .. ' 'T ii i if-tiki, '.r.I ,A . ,, wg. g..:5':j.,,?25 ' L-Egqgj' Xi: -132' ,-iw 5 X ff if f 4 gg Q ll ,J :I 4 i 5 i y A Aj 1, . Q13 -as J -355' B11 ' ' I .fi M- ' eefsf-1 ,543---+'c t I ' 'f--:.r't 1'- V -f--.J s. l ' ' - t .. Q , waz: if,-2 , . , fs. if - -' - - f ff? - -A fzrlhwnzurlilm if R' y , 2 e J ' - 41111111111 - , I : . , ' - s 9 as vufzfzlurruzznnnlflillim an , - .. xl-A, - V' L Page Thirty-'ifve L

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..L. 'V ge QQ:-1 J,.L... l l T .Iii P J V. ' 11. .A Q l 6151- ll .di 2,6 ?. .il ...L- dr' , , HE felt unbelievably happy and important as she sat in the back seat of the speeding car. She was comfortably squeezed between Mother and Father, and her small le s stuck out in front of her. She azed with distinct pleasure at her new white shoes, and her eyes trav- elled past the woolly leggings up to the little gray muff. Such a dear little muH7l She hugged it closely and heaved a tiny sigh of utter con- tentment. It was thrilling, this first trip to church. She thought dreamily of ECCLESIASTICAL ERROR -, Tr, N la TFL?-J--Li? 0 A . lg. f ll N il: TF A , ,T- aa- - -T I U - l ,I SE gb T if Q T I-sfx'J'T l l X . on . af QQ fd 'fJ ll u... Q E W ,L NK rt or v i-'Ira .-2192: , , 4 ,,n - N. Af- - 'Lgmleix IJ- fixftq 3215 .T'Q 4. Q-,SQVTK 39,302 :' Ng.--f .Q 0 x, ' I ww. what ,Mother had said before they left. She must be a good girl and kneel down when Mothei' knelt, and she mustn't whisper even a word. Church was a great, solemn, beautiful place and they were going there to worship. Oh, yes! This was Thanksgiving Day! Now what blessings could she remember? There was the doll's house Uncle .lack had given her last Christmas, and the doll's family that lived in it. Then there was the big story book with the wonderful pictures. And oh, she almost forgot, Fluff, the angora kitten. She had wanted to take Fluff along, but Mother had said no. There was a tremendous jerk as the car stopped in front of the cathedral. She fell forward and would have landed on the floor, but Father caught her just in time. They walked up the big flight of stone steps. She held lVlother's hand rather tightly as they entered the enormous door. Never, in all her life, had she seen such a huge opening. It looked like the gaping mouth of some ferocious wild animal, and here she was, walking into it. A nice smiling man met them, and when she looked up at him he gave her a kindly wink. The sound of their feet on the stone floor sent a hundred little echoes scurrying through the air. He led them down the long aisle and stopped before a pew in the very front row. Father gave her a little push, so she walked in. It was rather difficult clambering on to the bench. VVhy did people make things so high? It was very silly of them. Page Thirty-sewn