Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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T he, moonlight on the H2 O, The bench beneath the trees, The Fe arms that clasped you so. ' While gently blew the breeze. ' p Mrs. C. taughtnus music and jokes. When she would give us back our test papers she would always say, Girls, count up your marks, for, you know, I just hate arithmetic, and I am always making mistakes. But, strange to say, when we did iin3lmistakes,they always happened to be in favor of the girl, instead of to her disadvantage, and you know that kind of error is really not half so bad as the other kind. ' But the drawing room was always the haven of rest and recreation: here the young Augustus was murdered in his prime with that worst weapon-the lead pencil, the face of the beautiful Venus was sadly mutilated, and the venerable Zeus was made to smile! And so we worked and played-not without occasional remonstrances from Miss Hubbs-but these remonstrances we always took as if they had been sugar plums. ' So, you see, our last year was an exceedingly delightful one. Our dance was given on the iirst of December, and it was a great success. Butwho ever knew of joyunmixed with sorrow? Our happiness was destined to be blighted. About Christmas time the well-known separation took place, and half of our beloved friends departed from us to the Normal School. But our class is a united body, held together by bonds of love, and it would take more than mere temporal separation to divide the friendship that has grown up among us. What have we to say of our teachers and our school, now that we are to leave them both? We say both this-we love all our teachers, and we sincerely thank themfor their labor and their kindness. They have tried to make our school life happy, both by their kind interest 14A A ,M M J gpm., g I Q 3 I 14-0-All ffvf -- - ,J-naps, , uc

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and something to go with the tea, and Mrs. Geisler said, O yes', each cup has a slice of lemon floating on the top. . . But what shall I say of the English department? 4 There is one thing that I must say- our teacher educated us by trusting us. English is largely a culture studyf' and it has developed in us a taste for good reading, which I question whether we had before. But it had its humorous side, too-some of us used to use our heads as preserving jars for Burns' poems. Once after we had an interesting lesson on Sir Walter Scott, our teacher, as usual, said that she was ready to answer questions, whereupon Mary rose and asked in her innocent way, Miss B, had Sir Walter Scott any sons? - But where are your tears for the girl that recites? . Reciting on this platform was the greatest ordeal of the whole year! Girls, will you ever forget the dreadful moment just before your name was called? How on earth did you bow and smile to Mr. Birdsall, and then stand so composedlyC?D before that sea of a thousand faces, while your heart was pounding within you as if it would burst. - 1 In the Physics department we were introduced into the mysteries of mechanics, heat, light, electricity and magnetism, and so thorough is our knowledge in these things that if all the mechanics were sent away to the planet Mars in a flying machine, we-A7-could run the world without them. But there were other things that we learned in Physics- namely, that all sounds are musical and that wee, round, Huffymice could just live on Nabisco wafers. ' , In the Chemistry department we also learned many wonderful things. Here we found it necessary to adopt an entirely new language which consistedwholly of letters and num- bers, water, for instance, received the new name of H2 O, salt was called Na Cl, and iron was merely Fe. So, when we went .home we asked for a drink of I-I2 O, and at supper-table we said Kindly pass the Na Cl, and we told our fathers that Mr. Birdsall was a worthy gentleman, with an Fe will. The following are four lines of our favorite song- ' m 13 I

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in us, and by their endeayors to make our lessons as interesting and as attractive as they possibly could. And of our school We say :- 0f all the beautiful- pictures That hang on rnen1ory's Wall, i There is one of dear old High School That seemeth best of all. - y 4 A EMILY E. C. PATMAN. R N 5 I 72 2 i- - S5 i s -A f 15