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

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she never married because she was duped in love. XVe leave her to greet a chic Nancy Sharer cas wasj but not without a look of longing at those firey locks! Nancy is grasping her small son Phil by one arm. which is struggling for a tempting bag of soybeans she is carrying. She and Agnes are poring over a chart of equations, although to tell the truth they lost interest in that sort of thing with the founding of the Quiturebelliaken Home for lncurables . a ven- erable Connecticut institution pioneering in the occupational therapy methods. We are sorry that l.aura Lynch is not able to join us, but that sophisticatee femme fatale is on location in Honolulu. She has made quite a name for her- self in the cinema world, and at the last poll was voted first at the box ollice. Even though she has become famous, Petty still finds time to write her volumi- nous epistles to her many intimate friends. She hasn't changed much in char- acter, but her present shoulder-length raven locks have won her the admiration of all blond-weary wontanhood. Here comes .Alice Bartlett in her old Chevvy station wagon. ln spite of her classmates' prophesying that she would be the hrst married, Barty has never settled down long enough to do so. She owns a rambling house on the Eastern Shore, and rests there between trips. Alice Murray has become widely known as quite a traveler as she has sailed every sea on the globe. She seems to get restless on land, and indeed, is leaving in a few days for parts unknown. And there across the room sits -lean XVilford. Her husband is a traveling minister who makes his rounds in a sailboat, to Easton, Oxford, and Cambridge. and such places which are too small to have regular ministers, accompanied by his faithful wife, Jean. In the meantime she has been working on, and almost perfecting. a sure cure for poison ivy. Up to the last minute it was doubtful whether Maud could come to the banquet, for a prominent concert pianist has many demands on her time. but here she comes. carrying her little black book of impromptu speeches under her arm. She has kept herself well occupied lately converting all the popular song hits of the last ten years into a symphony. Her former roommate, Ginger Hinkins, breezes in in her usual cheery man- ner. She is a prosperous farmer and horse breeder in Virginia and has disting- uished herself by discovering a new breed of horses-a cross between a Percher- on and a Shetland pony. She and Mona Belle were in partnership for a while, but Mona Belle became so absorbed in her thesis proving that Longfellow mur- dered his wives that she gave up a farming career. From her intense study of Longfellow she became so saturated with poetic genius that she is now poet laureate. At first none of us recognized the stunning platinum blond in our midst. But then we realize that it is Ann Clay, here for a time before she starts back to California with her Navy Air Corps Lieutenant Commander husband. Ill' ills 'li After the lights had gone Olll and the laughing voices had grown silent, there lingered in the big Blue and Silver Room only the echo of a line of a song which had been sung there: Forty-two passes onward---' 1201

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Sruinr lgrnplivrg 20 YEARS HENCE I HE members of the class of V42 are gathered together in the brilliantly lighted Blue and Silver Room of the Belvedere Hotel, the occasion being the mo- mentous discovery of Ostrandium, the Q3 and nth element. The phone rings and we see Virginia Humphries dash to answer it-force of habit, no doubt. VVe are told that she is the wife of an Exeter professor, and has made use of lim' chemical bent in inventing a skin bleach. She is noted also for being the local originator of the waist length eoiffureg in fact, her reputation as a style-setter has increased tremendously with her design for a masculine version of the dirndl, and she and her five little sons make an interesting family group. The master of ceremonies, Agnes Anthony, rises to announce that she regrets very much to have to inform the class that their erstwhile sponsor, the former Miss Ostrander, cannot be present as she is miles away in her mountain retreat with her brilliant scientist husband and her four boys. Two, it seems, are writing poetry, another is an artist, and the fourth is experimenting with high explosives under the fond supervision of his mother. The door bursts open, and in strides Dr. Richmond, Ph.D., ol' the codlish fame. She peers triumphantly into a seething test tube, and rubs her hands eagerly on her long, black, rubber apron. It is indeed an honor to have with us the inventor of element no. 93 -Q-n. Following in her wake and likewise enveloped in a black apron, comes Suzie's assistant, janet Reese, who is efficient- ly pouring that powerful base HOH from its paraffin bottle to a test tube and then back again. We all note with pride that she has at last learned to take the stopper out of a bottle as Miss O. taught us in our lirst chemistry lesson. Wlho is that stunning woman in the over-sized sombreroP Violet Lang. for heaven's sake! and at her side, her husband, an army colonel. Yes. she loves army life, and has been very fortunate, she feels, in having been stationed al- ways in the South. At present she is living in Texas, where she has bought a horse ranch. I am just cra-azy about it, she said, and we couldn't help but notice the decided drawl. Ive are told she has kept on with her writing and is now working on a Sabine River anthology, dedicated to Savonarola, which she means eventually to translate into Italian. Ann Donaldson cannot be present. She married, it seems, a very noted Eastern Shore clergyman, assuming, of course, that she would never leave that hallowed ground, but fate plays funny tricks, and a week later her husband was sent to Africa as a missionary-Mr. Livingstone, I believe, is his name. Ann is doing a marvelous piece of work conducting harmony courses and music appre- ciation lectures to the natives, and, indeed, her Beatrice Kay Club is a source of great cultural stimulation to the village elite. I see Stuart Zangler approaching across the room from me. I was at hrst surprised at how tall she looked until someone explained her career of model- ing and designing, her newest innovation being 8 inch heels-4-. Having had a taste of each of the three other services, she went to Annapolis last week, and it is rumored that a local Admiral has aspirations to the position of No. .fl She created quite a stir-in fact she was chosen Drag of the Yveek, much to the chagrin of two six-feet-four sons at West Point. But who is this stunning red head, talking so vivaciously in the corner? A second, no, a third, glance shows the beauty to be Marion Francina, just back from her embassy in Brazil. No, she explains with her usual wit and charm, I'9l

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