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

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I4 The Torch in the person of Sis Hopkins or an elephant. Time has a sly way of running away with itself, however, and soon, to our amazement, we found ourselves plunged into a newer and still more delightful sphere. As 2B's we faced more problems. Cnr first class meeting was held. It sounded very big to have an important class meeting announced in Assembly. NVe were occupied with the stunt that we were to give at the annual circus. To the surprise of everybody, even of ourselves, and the disappointment of some, we took the cake at the circus. This honor only helped to prove that the class of '22 is unique and original in all its works and actions. Do we remember that 2B Class Picnic at which Miss Saunders and Miss Tobin officiated as chaperones? I'll say Claire de Figaniere remembers and so do a few others-who, however, have less cause to recollect this crushing event. However, it must not be supposed that we never did any work. indeed, some of our most serious labor was begun during this time. Some of the girls had already chosen their future professons, and we laid the cornerstones of our work to come in these years. This year was one of strenuous work and play, and vacation was doubly welcome, although sonze girls expressed the desire to stay and work all summer C ?j. Back to work again!! VVe now considered ourselves upper-classmen, for we had finished half of our High School career. Since we were now eligible to play Captain-ball, it was imperative that we choose our class colors and get our ties. Our ties brought forth the admiration and envy of the whole school. Jade green and black are stunning colors we all agreed. Then we turned our attention to Captain-ball. Tommy Rodgers was our manager and we are sure at the next big fight Jack Dempsey has will see Tommy installed as Demp's side-kick. And Claire Sherrer as captain would have made many a battle-scarred Capt A. E. F. turn green with envy. Strange to say, with these and other brilliant stars of the rings, we lost every game. This was an unfathomable mystery never to this day satis- factorily explained. But we made up for these defeats by again taking the cake at the circus. The judges fell for the pyramids made by our tumblers. Too had those gentlemen of Egypt couldn't have employed '22's experts to help them in the construction of their little tombs. Christmas next and then promotion. 3B's! In SB we really became an important class in the school. We elected our sponsor, Miss Boyt, and no class ever had a better advisor. She has piloted us safely through the stormy sea of High School life between the Scylla of failures on our report cards and the Charybdis of getting high enough averages to indulge in school activities. Yea, verily, Miss Boyt's middle name has, by necessity, become Records And then our rings! Everybody admitted that they were the most beautiful rings in captivity. It surely was a joy to display our newly acquired treasures to ourfriends. Again we played Captain-ball, and again Tommy brought into play her talents as manager. Dot Van Loan was our captain and a peach. Leave it to Dot, we say! Finally spring came around, so did spring fever, and then vacation. Seniors at last! The long-striven-for goal was in sight. Well, we started off the year by electing Anna Lingelbach Class Chairman, and never shall we forget Anna behind Dr. Hansche's desk in Assembly Hall, Well, girls. what do you think about it ? Anna surely was fair and square. Then the thrill that comes

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Record Number I5 once in a life time. Washington! And three whole days of bliss! Gayly we fared forth with whistles and lunches to our nation's capital. Some few girls tried to initiate a certain member of the faculty into the joys of lying across a train seat with her head out of the window and her feet in the aisle, but with very poor success. Also do we remember Anne Diller's losing her voice in Washing- ton and not retrieving this valuable article for a month or so? Likewise weren't some of us unceremoniously pulled out of bed at 7 A. M., after a two-hour nap, by a certain young lady whose name I shall not mention? Moreover, we shall always connect the mention of Washington with mince pies and raspberry ice. And didn't we make a hit with President Harding? Of courseg he admitted it. As our train slowly steamed out of the beautiful station, we realized that never would anything equal this trip, but we didn't realize it very long, for most of us were soon in the land of slumber trying to catch up to the sleep that had got the better of us for a few days. The next big class event was the Senior Party for which all our wealth went to convince the 4B's how much we loved 'em. I am sure they were impressed by this demonstration of our affection. But we could not spend all our time on the 4B's, so however much we enjoyed our social activities, we never looked forward to anything with anticipatory interest as to the Senior Exams. But after Mr. Schoch had explained to us how necessary they were to our future welfare, we were more reconciled to our fate. These finished, our 4A year was all over but the shouting and we were 4B's occupying front seats in Assembly. This year found our girls holding many of the important school offices. Bab Sweeny was vice-president of the S. A., Dot Van Loan, president of the A. A., and Kathryn Kramer, Editor-in-Chief of the TORCH. Then we elected our Class Officers. And was there ever a better choice than Mabel Edwards, Grace Roberts, Clara Brodsky, and Leonore Witzemann? Can we forget Leonore's puzzled frown as she tried to figure out if a girl paid 58.25 this week and 8.10 two weeks after and 31.00 next month, how much would be the average balance per week? Poor Leonore! We sympathize with her. Next we went to work on this Record, and have tried faithfully to record the past and future misdemeanors of all our class- mates, however modest they may have been about divulging the same. Soon Captain.-ball was the order of the day. 'Member Duddie Smith's wallops in center circle? And Harriet Shilliday's quiet but efficient management? VVe missed winning the cup by one game but some of the girls got their letters after playing in the Junior-Senior game. Wasn't it a thriller-and a superb victory for the Seniors? Also we must mention the Alumnae game. Now, haven't the Alumnae got to get up early in the morning to beat us? Well, anyway, they overslept that day. All this time we had been' anxiously awaiting the proofs or reproofs of our pictures. VV hen they arrived, some were bad, and most were worse, although a few portrayed our Venus-like visagesg only these lied. The rest were as others see us. Then the crowning event of the year, S1200 a Year, in which we shared honors with the 4A Class. Can we ever forget how wonderfully well Lucille Buchanan portrayed the part of Paul, and wasn't Dud's romeoing realistic? We don't agree with Tony that she needs to go to the movies to be educated in the gentle art of making love. Wonder how she learned it so well, girls? Finally our much postponed Track Meet on which the elements seemed to frown was held. All our athletes of ability competed, Muriel Farr, Zoe Ballagh, Helen Mac-