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

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:Xnd now we come to our greatest year. lgiy some mishap many of- us were under the impression that this year was to be a slight change for the better after the turmoils of the former years. but not so. Having gotten past the metric system which did indeed' turn up in a good many rooms, things went at a speed comparable only to a Bates or Biswanger recitation. Mark those names! To be serious. these children are our mathematical stars and might always be counted on to have all their algebra done in the easiest possible mannerg so that the rest of us learned to sit kind of low in our seats that Miss Linton's eye might fall on one of them. llut one would think we had only two .stars. which is not at all the case. Take for instance Martha Bond. who is very quiet, but pretty sure of her facts. Didn't we always feel glad when the sticker in chemistry or physics came to her-where it would be answered! Then again. there is Mary Clayton, who knows more on either of these subjects, and art and literature than any one else. but is too modest to let it be known! At a certain time this year, the members of A4 almost collapsed on hearing a message from Miss Smith, Girls A3 has almost finished reciting! Be prepared to give your platform recitation at any time. Hfell. we all went into the dreadful battle and came through with flying colors-. Many are the catastrophes which have occurred during this year. One day. while we were diligently searching for the impurities in water, we were startled by a crash of glass in one corner of the room. Upon rushing to the scene of action we found that it was Eleanor at heriold tricks-breaking test tubes. 'But instead of breaking only one as on former occasions, she thought to save Dr. Miller the trouble of changing a quarter by smashing five at once! That Eleanor has not been bankrupt by those chemistry teachers is a wonder to the whole class. Here in this same room, some evil designing person spilt that awful I-LSO4 across the floor! W'ho can tell what may have happened had not Miss Bramble discovered it. and rushing frantically around for the janitor. had the dreadful destroyer cleaned up? Here also Zummie and Eleanor got in dreadful disgrace by leaving the room without permission in company with the two demoralizers.! Mary and .l'igger -but we excuse f'Zum'mie because her heart has been stolen and in this room. she cannot control her- y 11

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of teacher was required, has not been considerably alarmed when advised that committing forgery is illegal? And so passed our infancy-that is our first year in the great, green prison-and we soon assumed the dignity of being Sophoinoresg those mischievous, over- bearing beings! Our most interesting teacher was our dear! dear! English one-Miss XX'ilder, and as we spent a great deal of time on Hawthorne, we appropriately called her Hepzibah. after the venerable dame of Hawthorne. Qui' next best times were with Miss Otis. who expounded the genus and species of tiny little insignificant Howers and, oh. dear! in whose room the most dreadful calamity once occurred. Miss Otis was dis- tributing ink, near where Minnie was industriously drawing. Totally unconscious the good child raised her head and was iminiediately bathed in a dark Huid, XYe will not dwell upon what followed-we just imagine Minnie having the ink scrubbed off. Then too. as Sophomores we first enjoyed the recess privilege. Salty pretzels being still some- what of a novelty. we purchased in great numbers: and it was as Sophomores that we had morning assemblies-and listened to the suffering Seniors recite. Many other joys we had, but we must speed with Father Time to our junior year. Ah! that junior year! year of joy! year of study! year of sorrows! especially ,year of study! Now. indeed. we felt justified in holding our heads high, for not only had we the opportunity of studying two foreign languages, but moreover, practically everything else which has been designed for the reformation of the juvenile mind. Our chief joy this year was the period with Bliss Evans, whom we knew had a soft spot in her heart for us. tlUo you notice how liloreunce Crowell and Hazel Colhoun blushl. On the other hand. our greatest misery was the elocution room. XX'hen we nrst came into that room we were told that we were tongue-tied, talked through our noses, stuttered. stood badly and other innumerable things. Truly Miss Smiths most prominent feature was her frank- ness. But soon our fear wore oft and we no longer got up with shaky knees and proceeded to recite in a weak little voice with tears in our eyes. No! we grew brave and learned to wax indignant. to earnestly beseech and to be sorrowful. But too soon sped our junior year-the year of hard study, yes. of many joys-and we began to realize how near the end of our stay in school was drawino' 10 6.

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self. But Zummie's conduct in other rooms is sometimes' amazing, considering who she is. At one time she appeared with a little brown mouse which hopped around on a string. much to our amusement. But A4, as a class, is noted for its fondness for amuse- ments. Our dearest sport was Captain Ball. which so filled our minds during the first part of the term that the teachers tore their hair in rage that such a thing should be. Never mind if we did lose two games out of three, we were' the best team in the gy1n'r' Qso there, A7j. Many the times we yelled our siren-by which we are all knowng and after our own games were over, made known our presence at other games by this yell. Wfhat a wildly exciting time we had on the day of the game between A7 and the Specials. W'e' were in the basement with .-XS, last hour. and we knew it would take a long time to get to the fourth floor. .So when a bell rang, which we took for the last. everyone made a mad dash for the stairs. Wife reached the second Hoor but got no farther, for here we were met by scowling teachers, who. in their iciest tones, ordered us to march back to the basement. XLVhy? Because the bell which rang was only the second. lVe went back the best way we could, some of us, however, collapsing on the stairs from laughter. Noisily we trooped into the chemistry room. and were having a hilarious time, when in walked Miss Pincheon. CSilence.j After tearing us to pieces for our.most unseniorlike behavior, she left with the cruel statement that we were to remain until she sent word for our dismissal. And meanwhile the gym was filling up! At 2.15 the signal came for dismissal and up we rushed. and squeezed to the front of the crowd and watched the game. Wfas this all? Maybe we did more: during the intermissionyled by our's and AS's captain, we gave the siren for Miss Pincheon. Our hours spent in the Latin room were verily a legend of Sleepy Hollow. There was a continued cranning of necks by those who sat nearest the door, in order to see the clock in the hall, and a perpetual whisper of what time is it? from their less fortunate friends who sat further away. But when things were getting a little bit too sleepy. we were usually aroused by a violent sneeze, and a voice demanding that the door be closed. she felt a dranO'ht. Oh, yes! we all smiled for we knew it was .li0fCfer'f' 35 - ' bb ' for she was affected with a most peculiar cold all winter-one which only manifested 12