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

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Wait, screamed O.W.S.B.N. desperately, 'Please Wait. . . . One Who Shall Be Nameless CBut Not Much Longerj stretched luxuri- ously in her chair. A deep resonant boom from the hall clock reminded her of the approaching tea for the Alumnae. Slowly she stood up, crossed the room, and opened the door. In one hand she carried an algebra book, in the other a crumpled black and gold piece of silk. She smiled reminiscently. '39 was really her favorite class and that dream had been very nice . Much more profitable than a rate-distance problem. Miss Norris, Miss Norris, sounded the shouts of the Alumnae through the hall. l'm coming, answered One Who ls No Longer Nameless, and smiling softly, she carefully shut the door on the echoes of '39. BETSY PROSSER '39 l28l

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What's happened to Nancy? She and Phil published a book on the art of love-making by mail. Reaped quite a reward, too. They're living in Baltimore in cozy oblivion, Spend the time looking into each other's eyes. They still have it rather badly. One Who Shall Be Nameless smiled wisely. Me remembered all about Nancy and It. And Connie? Still playing bridge. was the terse answer. Still playing bridge! But I thought- The Spirit smiled on her pityingly. I mean she's still Kelley's Queen of Hearts-and still lovely and charming. One Who Shall Be Nameless smiled in contentment. She knew things would turn out that way. What about Gordon? The Spirit hung her head. I don't know, You don't know? One Who Shall Be Nameless was horrified. No. Ten years ago I asked her what she wanted to be and she said, 'What does any Navy girl want to be?' Really, she's the most enigmatic person. One Who Shall Be Nameless smiled in a know-it-all way. I'm sure she's making a good one. Go on, tell me about the rest . Well, Mary and Marie are running a personal shopping service in Balti- more. One Who Shall Be Nameless snickered softly. The result of many Hannah More shopping turns, I suppose. The Spirit looked at her sternly. I warned you about saying thinks like that, she admonished. I'm sorry. Please go on. The Spirit warmed to its task. PeWee Houck is firmly ensconced in a cozy little home in Mahoney City. Weston Place? inquired One Who Shall Be Nameless eagerly. 'fThe same. She's doing great things in the line of research work on peanut butter and its effect on the growing girl. Go on, begged O.W.S.B.N. Well, Heni and Peg are making good Army wives. Peg's made a fortune from an Energy-Sparkle-Vim Breakfast Food, and Heni-well, Heni- Go on. The last I heard of Heni she was managing nicely. Wife, mother, and artist. Artist? echoed One Who Shall Be Nameless, weakly. Yes, she did a surrealist painting entitled 'Impressions of Walter Reed.' An excellent piece of work that very few understand. Her friends are the only ones who really know what it's all about. One Who Shall Be Nameless breathed feelingly, I can well believe it. That's all, said the Spirit, and her figure began to melt slowly in the shadows. Wait, cried One Who Shall Be Nameless. Wait. The Spirit smiled mysteriously and lightly threw O.W.S.B.N. one of her fluttering pennons. l27l

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JUNIOR SONG The dear old class of '40 is the star among the best- It carries off the honors to the right and to the left, It will leave a place behind it that'll surely mark the crest, Of the graduating classes of this school We will leave you standing awe-struck at the brilliance of our light, You will think the sun is shining in the middle of the night. We will stand upon the goals to our left and to our right, Of the graduating classes of this school. We will show our dear Miss Fowler when we stand upon the stage That her good advice was followed and her counsel wise and sage She will know that we're the tops among the others of our age, And the graduating classes of this school. Maroon and gold, our colors, we have pinned upon our chests, And of all the other colors we are sure that they're the best, They will show off our vitality, our vigor, and our zest, O'er the graduating classes of this school! BERNICE seams, '40 i291