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

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graduate, but she is busy at present writing a book on Platonic philosophy. Peggy Lou is talking to her, and we hear her say she has flown down from Guess WHERE. She is encased in starchy poplin, and has the air of the young career woman. Around her is a throng of interns, whose names we did not catch. They seem unpronounceable anyhow. Although she swore never to marry, she wavers with the passing of years, and we think she has a look of fond- ness in her eyes as she argues with a certain doctor. In walk Mary Lee and Peg, followed by their husbands. All four are in uniform, having given their lives to army work. Peg and her husband are both majors, which makes for an awkward situation since Mary Lee and her spouse are still privates. The latter have been living in India, doing extensive research on brocades. Peg strides across the room in full regalia, to slap Peggy Lou on the back, and if it weren't for the fading beauty in these faces, the scene would be like that familiar one thirty years ago. Suddenly Mac speaks up, Girls, girls, let's go outside right now and pick out the site for the Senior House we're dedicating to the school. I know just the place for the pool, and the dancing pavilion. 1201

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l Sveninr lgrnphrrg EIN the familiar library of Hannah More on this day in the year 1975, we find the members of the class of '43. In the center of this group is a striking and well-known person, Anne MacDonald, who is now the buyer for the exclusive Lord and Taylor. Her distinguished face has appeared often in the colorful Yardley ads. She had the honor of being the first woman professor at Harvard, although still loyal to Columbia, the Alma Mater of lier present hus- band. XVhen not leading the social festivities of her New York circle, she may be found in her spacious country villa, leading a quiet, peaceful and constructive life. Wfhat is this joyful yell? Our always effervescent Betty bounds into the room. Despite her notorious lack of common sense, she is a statistician, and has compiled several lists on the percentage of blond, dark, and medium sailors, in whom she has always shown profound interest. Carolyn follows her, with the poised gait of a Rockette. Since we last saw her, she has written several textbooks on elementary German, and now is the twenty-third Rockette from the left. She has performed before many famous people, and at ninety-seven Army camps. Mary Ellen, a bit late as usual, rushes in. She spends her days serenely raising bees according to the Georgics, and as a housewife her price is above rubies. She is the same quiet girl we remember so well. She brings us news of Peggy Holmes, who is writing Book IV of her Juvenalia, under a Virginia apple tree. Married to a country squire, she, too, leads a tranquil life, reading the biographies of Queen Victoria aloud to her spouse. Ruth Roberts, coming from her magnihcent home planned and decorated by herself, presides graciously over the teapot, a poised and charming woman. Her name is a familiar one in the larger art galleries along the Eastern seaboard. A series of oils on boarding school scenes was on exhibit at XValter's recently. Beside her is stunning Jeannie Craigmile, home on her first visit to the States after opening her home in Brazil. Her time is devoted to defending her inter- national tennis title, and to her architectural interests. She is forever pursued by old flames from Ocean City, but remains single! Vfith them is Ellie, remembered for her collection of fraternity, McDonogh, and boy-scout pins. She is designer of those chic pins at Cartier now, though she frequently visits her Alaskan mission, and is a volunteer nurse. Anne Sangree was too busy to come, but sends us tickets to her performance at the Lyric. Our virtuoso has changed her name to Sanne Angree, and it is on the lips of every musical American. Vicky, having repeatedly told her classmates that she had no plans for the future, has blossomed forth astonishingly. Not only did she marry a Yale l19l

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Svrniur Snug All thf joys that we haw' sharrd, l ri1'nrls for whom uvf 1If' cured, IVF must lwmf behind, But you'Il always find You'lI In' in our mind. Although wr' hatz' to go, May wr always know Tll?l'f',.S a widf' plan' for us In Ihr' drrfp lu'art's fora Of dear Hannah Mora. From you we llflttl' our guide for future yrars, Our hope and faith from you, Strangtll to conquer foward doubts and fears, Couragr' our part to do. Now is our time to part, Taars within our hrart. Hannah More, wrfll be' lizf1'r triu' to thaw, Thr' Class of Forty-tln'f'1'. CLASS or '43 Tune: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Eluninr Sung IVL rc' thx' junior rlass And zuffra rrookin' with gas! WWII win f'm'ry hatllf' wr' fight, IVIRVI' tops in stylrs, I'Vf','l'f' wornrnly wilrs, Our ltllPlIlS arf' ualufd on sight. IVf m' got writars lmra, Than artists appear, VVll!'T1' Latishians and Amazons stop. Now our singars raise a voice of praise To rhant of the rlass that is HOT! IVr r1' tha Starlet and Gray just a waitin' tht' day, When wa'rf: Seniors, All others to surpass. Lat auldrf a1'quaintan1'e lu' forgot , But lcafp your ayc' on thf' junior rlass! SANDY AND Brfrrv B Tune: Your a Grand Old Flag 1211