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

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l i 1 Article Article A itticle Article Article A rtirle Article Article Article Article Article i Article Article Article Article Article Article The Last Will and Testament of the Senior Class of 1940 I. june Andrews. do give and bequeath my blue and white checkered :skirt to be either cremated, rent to the ends of the earth in 'l'he Missionary Box. or given to Connie Chenoweth. who likes it as well as I do. l, Laura Brown. do give and bequeath my lack of argumentative power to jean Viney Stevenson. I, Kirby Chapin. do give and bequeath my legible writing to Miss lVorthington. I, Maryo Damerrm, do give and bequeath my bass voice. my excitable nature, and my surplus poundage to Frances Elizabeth Pugh. I. Gertrude Dorsey. do give and bequeath my position as Mrs. Meyerkort's satellite to Sally Bruce Mann. I. Judy Downs, do give and bequeath my thoroughly used Math IV book to Elsa Funaro. I. Bernice Gering, do give and bequeath my composed lluster to Sally Bruce Mann. I. Ruth Gregg. do give and bequeath my breath of spring appearance to jean Viney Stevenson. I, Annemarie Menz, do ive and ber ueath my hair style to Pa 'ie C1la'elt. 2 l . , I-. I-. I. I.oulie Mttrchison, do give and bequeath my heartfelt sympathies to the teachers who have to endure the talkativeness of Peggy Stott, Louise Murphy, and Fran- cesca Birckliead. I. Florence McDaniel. do give and bequeath my control over my pedal extremities to Margaret Meyerkort. I, Ginger Steele. do give and bequeath my intelligence in Chemistry to Constance Chenowetlt. l. Susannah Townsend, do give and bequeath my curly hair to Adelaide S. H. Clark. I, jean Varn. do give and bequeath my Duck to Pamelia Smith. I. Mary WVagner. do give and bequeath my ability not to be heard when I speak to Francesca Birckhead. I, Valinda Willis, do give and bequeath my eyebrows to Louise Murphy. I, Kay Wolfe, do give and bequeath my ability as a buyer to Patti Nicholas. CSNQD l'9l

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To Hannah More To Hannah Mora, we owe the best Of all Ilia! in us lirs, For failh implanlvd in our souls, A-I faith lllal l11'1a'rdir's. Thr' lofty tri'1'ssl1ow hrights of praise, With whirl: to thrv wi' pay For lrarning, friends, and OTTIFT joys, .llzundant rwlry day. Thy inspiraiion spurs us on To liffttrfr, nohlffr f1c'i'ds. I'Vhf'n at las! lhf' srrfrls IIVI' sown, They will not turn lo wi'1'f1s. Thosr' iifirfl walls ana' marry halls In mifrnorir's will slay. Wlifrz in tha' futurr' unforr'1'asl, HIP Ihinle of Iliff' and say: IUTTIIOSI' days wrfrf wry dvar Io mf. And still we could say inorr, The grffalwst thing I Iaarnzfd was low For our dear Hannah More. Hail Io Iliff, Hannah More Hail lo your wealth of lore, 'Tis you wx' praisf' in rhoir :ls of yorf. To you most loyal guide Triislrd, worlhy, true and l To you whom all admire We look will: pride. SUSANNAH TITOYVNSIQNIB, '40, Senior Son g ricd, Hail lo your lllrgll idaals, Yo1irg11idanz'r' thai rr'u1'als Bulwarlcs against all wrongs lflrrnal shiffldsg Your niajasty suprvrnir Our inosl inspiring illI'71IIf Is lionorffzl in our songs, You we l'.S'fIT?l'I. Soon will the seasons pass Then we must go at last Forth from your portals wide To regions vast. Traiwling to rfziary shore Slill will our songs implorr With us you'll always bide, Drar Hannah More. AIARYO DAMFRONJ, 10 D31

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Senior Prophecy HE slim voting Hannah Moron of 1970 fled along the corridor with a look in her eyes of abject terror mingled with something like amusement. XVhen she finally reached the ie- curity of her room and the sympathetic ear of her roommate, she collapsed on her chaise- louuge and tlaintily lighted a cigar. tCigars were just becoming fashionable for young ladies.j Whew! she gasped, you'll never know how near you've come to losing me. I just ran into a crowd of old crows in the hall, and I honestly thought l':l be trampled to death! Yeah.i' said her roommate. I know. That's the class reunion of l940.U Suddenly the abused one sat up with a wicked glint in her eye. I'll tell you what let's do! We can listen outside the window and see how the old gals act after thirty years. Being of a brash and modern generation, these two young females had no scrnples about eavesdropping. and two giggling forms were soon stationed outside an open window, watching with mocking eyes their elders and betters, the class of '4o. Inside. each one of seventeen ladies seems to be holding a contest to see who can talk faster than the other sixteen. Suddenly they aren't a group of alumnae any more bttt seventeen girls again, and the twenty-live years, while they have left their mark as years will do, are all cast aside. Let's look through the years that have passed and see what they have brought each member of the class of '40, Here is l.oulie now. just entering the room. She married a doctor from Maine and is teach- ing all the Yankees in New England to speak with a southern accent, guaranteeing a thousand words a minute. There's Florence McDaniel, once known to some colleagues as Mickey, to some as Florence, to others as Flo, and to a very few as Flossie. She is gathering her knitting into her lap, and assembles an expression of utter righteousness. And well she may, for this worthy member of the old Guard is devoting her life to the Complete Reform of the Great Untamed Younger Set of the Eastern Shore, and is laboring with one end in View-to restore the respectable old traditions that held sway when she was a girl. Her staunch comrade through the ever-present obstacles of this noble undertaking, William Skinner Grace IV, stands ineekly by her side and holds her wool. Darling, he interposes once, the last time you told that one- YVi1liam! The warning gleam in Florence's eye silences her humble spouse, and she continues her amazing story. The Bright Light of the the class, Maryo Dameron, struts in with commanding vigor. No explanation is needed here, for this is a woman of the world . To be sure ber world is full of the atom and the molecule, but she has won great renown among the bewildered scientists of her time. There sits Catherine XV0lfe. just now that name is upon the lips of many coupled with that of Smithsburg, the sixth largest city in VVashington County. Our former schoolmate has imprinted her name on the sands of time by being the first female pitcher of the New York Yankees. Since Kay has signed up, this great team has not sustained a single loss. The only cloud on our spectacular classmates's horizon is that her husband, for some unknown reasons. objects to having both his sons named Babe Ruth. VVith her is Susannah Townsend. Yes. we mean Susie, but we're almost afraid to call her that now, she's so illustrious. She's just been calletl to XVashington to explain to the President her new system of tax collection. tShe got her experience collecting library fines at Hannah More, you know.j But even the President can't keep her away from Essex long. where she and her husband fa professor of mathematicsj are experimenting on the calculated care and training of several miniature mathematicians. l20l