Hannah More School - Within the Lych Gate Yearbook (Reisterstown, MD)

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WITHIN THE LYCH GATE 1934 1 :-i

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WITHIN THE LYCH GATE 1934 The Last Will And Testament Of The Senior Class Of 1934 We, the Senior Class of Hannah More, being sound in mind and body, do hereby make the following bequests: Article 1. I, Amy Blandy, bequeath my ability to tell one better to Florence Fowble. Article 2. I, Mary Madison Brooks, do debqueath my future week-ends at St. John ' s to Elsie Angell. Article 3. I, Marv Burchard, do bequeath my sense of humor to Peggy Flockhart. Article 4. I. Helen Garner, bequeath my ability to keep out of trouble to Frances Rich. Article 5. I, Alice Hammond, bequeath my mania for drums to Janet Skinner. Article 6. I, Leslie James, bequeath my brown and white 3 fords to Mary Hunt Hardinge. Article 7. I, Genny Marsh, do bequeath my dignity to Claudia Silk. Article 8. I. Elizabeth McGeorge, bequeath my passion for basketball to Char ' Lee Munn. Article 9. I, Kitty Linn Reese, hereby bequeath my Lardley ' s bath powder to Mary Hunt Hardinge. Article 10. I, Eleanor Riggs, hereby bequeath my Southern drawl to Miss Delay. Article 11. I. Jeanne Spencer, bequeath my future Senior week-ends at Annap- olis to Betsy Porter. Article 12. I, Jane Stevens, bequeath my privilege of playing for gym to Miss McGuire. Article 13. I, Jo Winston, do bequeath my alarm clock to Angel. Article 14. I, Betty Wyson, do hereby bequeath my ink-well to Second Wyman. Article 15. I, Elaine Yellott. bequeath my lady-like laugh to Henrietta Logan. 1

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WITHIN THE LYCH GATE 1934 Senior Prophecy lust the other day, when on hoard ship headed for New York, subsequent to a visit to Miss Harvey ' s villa in Southern France, I happened to come across an old school-mate of mine. She is nw the renowned Countess of Wallowski, whom you would probably recognize as our old friend. Genny Marsh. We had quite a time together talking over the class or ' 34. During the conversation she happened to say that another of the old class was going to meet her at the dock. It was none other than our pal, Amy Blandy, in New York on a trip of indefinite length. She ' s teaching school in Cairo now. Remember how she performed the role of dashing athlete at Hannah? She also goes in for modernistic dancing as an extra. Amy told us that she had to meet some of her pupils downtown as she was chaperoning their trip so that thev could get in a few basketball games. On our drive down we turned our conversation to those basketball games that Miss Cogswell used to take us to see. How- memory took us back to the old days. Suddenly as I looked up, I saw a sign, Mile. Jean- nette ' s Dancing School. That ' s our old friend, Jeanne Spencer, so Amy told me; and Alice Hammond is her junior partner. Just as we were speaking, we saw three emerge from the building. We recognized Jeanne and Alice immediately, but the other was for a moment unknown. Then light dawned; it was no other than McGregor. She was now out campaign- ing for the mayorality of the city. She was a prominent lawyer already, and well on the way to success. Genny invited us up to her penthouse where we all decided to go to the opera where, as we had heard, Jane Stevens was making her appearance that night before her next trip to Europe. The opera that night was superb not only because of our acquaintance with Jane, but because we met there two of our old friends, Jo Winston and Kitty Linn Reese. We received the shock of our lives when they told us that they had gone into partnership and had started boarding school for young ladies outside of New York. They informed us in the middle of our chat that they had just failed to persuade two of their medical friends not to go to China to assist in the aid of the lepers. Thev added, Betty Wysong and Helen Garner are needed here to continue in the medical care of the poor people of the East Side. Thev continued to say that they had succeeded in making Mary Madison stay and continue col- lecting rags for the Salvation Army. I was very sorry to learn that the other two were leaving New York, where they were greatly needed for their work, and where so many of that class of ' 34 had found success. I left that crowd, and returned to my hotel. My only regret was the rest of the class were not there. We had all had such good times together at school. I went up to my room, and was fooling with the dials on radio, when, suddenly, I heard a familiar voice over tin- wire. Your announcer is Mary Burchard. This is station WOR. You are now going to be entertained by the famous trio, Riggs, Yellott, and James. I drifted off to sleep, glad to be in personal contact again with that famous class of ' 34. 19