Salem Academy - Quill Pen Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

Page 32 text:

CLASS PROPHECY JUNE 2 To think that on this night twenty years ago Salem a sheepskin on me did bestow . . . My husband came in with today's evening mail And told me that he'd been instructed to sail I-'or reasons ot business to old Germany. And with him he'd take the children and me. So I started packing and getting things ready For we sail on the Hamburg. 41 hope the sea's steady!! JUNE 9 As I went out the door to start for the station, I saw next door what looked like a nation. It was just our new neighbor-Betty Thomas, to you- And her husband and servants and five children, too. JUNE I2 We're in New York and I've been to buy clothes 1-'or the children at Saks'. and oh, goodness know's, l've tried to be patient, broad-minded and wise. But I don't think 1 could be without Siler's advice. tSiler is working at Saks as designerg And Jiggs. as a salesgirl could hardly be flner.J They took us to Broadway to see all the hits. The best one we saw was Love for Two Bits. Molly XVeeks did quite well in directing the play, Peggy Gallaher sang her song, Night and Day. As we walked from the lobby. I saw Jeanne Cowperg She and Alice Kennedy were going to make whooper On vacation from work at which they're both gifted: Madame, we'll beautify you-Do have your face lifted! JUNE I4 We took all our bags through the customs inspection, Said Good-bye to our friends and went to our section. lVe unpacked and straightened and were ready to sail, Then went up on deck and leaned on the rail. We looked o'er the crowd and to our surprise, Just as the gangplank was ready to rise, Nancy Mt-Millan drew up in a Chevy g Her chauffcui was carrying her bags, which were heavy. I went to my stateroom to get some rest, I found there some flowers from Barbara Best, A basket ot' fruit. and a wire as well, From dear old Ann Bennett and Marjorie Bell. Barbara Best has her hands very full, With an orphanage to care for, things never grow In Asheville, an art project is now under way- Miss Bell is directing for NV. P. A.- And as the wife of a prominent lawyer. Calm Ann is a wonder-you just can't annoy her. JUNE I5 The captain announced after breakfast this news: That we'd have some excitement on our trans-ocean cruise. The famous girl fiyer tyou know her, of coursel. Is flying across on her plane, The Winged Horse. Janie Blackmore's her name and she's making a flight From Paris to New York by day and by night. She'll land on the ship for an hour of restg Then she'll pick up her wings and continue due west. Our chic Jackie Miller has a daughter on boardg My young son confessed it was she hc adored. There's a school in Paree owned by Lillian Parks- Young Jac-queline's going there tto make good marksj. XVe turned on the radio, hoping to hear A program of worth and one quite clear. Then over the air-waves the news was spread 'round That archaeologist Colcord has been found. She-'s been lost, I hear, for almost two months. And in al' ot that time they'd not heard from her once. The static, quite heavy, began to fade, And over our set we heard Elizabeth Vvade. She's an astronomer and quite famous. too: She does things with telescopes no one else can do. dull. I saw the ship's record, which was published for showing Who travelers are and where they are going. I looked at the names in a manner quite vague T281 Till I saw those of Atwater, Doerschuk, and Craig. A group of young girls were under their care: To watch the three chaperones was a sight quite rare. JUNE I8 The famed woman surgeon. known from harbor to harbor XVas rumored to be here, you know-Neely Garber. So I got out my annual and went in to see, And we had a long talk, Dr. Neely and me. JUNE I9 ' Upon our arrival in London we heard A rumor that quite a laugh had bestirred: It seemed a young lady, Polly Cunningham Had gone to Berlin with football her aim. As far as we know she proved quite a success: She sold fourteen footballs and gave her address. They say when she left tto the Germans' disinayy She'd taught them a yell. Tennessee, Hooray! JUNE 30 WVe went to the opera last night, as a treat. And after 'twas over, went backstage to greet Our old friend and songbird, Lillian Stokes. Whos making a tour with some friends and her folks. Her accomplished accompanist you already know: Margaret Leinbach, whom the Germans love so. JULY 5 One little cafe which serves as its food Synthetic materials, rubber and wood. Has as a worker, whose name you can't guess, Barbara Treglown, in a synthetic dress. I asked her why she was the cafe's dietitian. And she said that her Hap had found a position As doctor at one of the hospitals in That famous old city of Germany, Berlin. AUGUST I0 Tomorrow we leave for the U. S. A., And I for one will be very gay. Anne Hanes sent a note tit was four days latei Inviting us out to her country estate, To her beautiful home quite a few will be coming. Barbara Thomas will be there-things will surely be hum ming! by name, AUGUST ll Just as we started to get on the boat, XVe got from friend Dupe a small little note. 'Twas just an announcement to tell us the news- She'll be a Mrs. when we come from our cruise. All I can do since I'm so far away Is wish that with her luck and happiness stay. As I walked down the deck, I heard a young voice Say. Mamma, can I have thum ith-cweam and thauce?' The child was Anne Garrett's, and onto her skirts lVere two dimpled boys in bright red shirts. Down to the swimming pool we went together. As we reached there, Hunt Murray dove, light as a feather She finished her swim: and as we walked up the stair, Xve saw a French poodle and a girl with red hair. In spite of her furs which she wore with much grace, I couldn't help recognizing Tonnie's round face. Tonnie is married-what a name she did get!- Countess Von Gildensing. She doesn't regret. XVe went to the movies, which were shown on the ship, And we saw as a short A Naturalist's Trip. The Naturalist Northup told quite a lot About bird's eggs and bees and things grown in a pot. AUGUST I3 It seems in my travels I've seen every one Of the class of '39, and my journey's now done. 'Tis saddening to realize. as they go on their ways, That we'll never again be together as in our Salem days KATHRYN HILL, Prophet.

Page 31 text:

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Gather round, my good people, and you shall be told Of the sacred last will of these seniors bold: VVho, thirty-two strong and being of sound mind, Do publish this testament in nineteen thirty-nine. First to our faculty for their help and great pa- tience, VVe give our best wishes and love in abundance. And to both the Rondthalers go our heartfelt thanks For the endearing days spent on Salem's banks. Now to the classes-oh, they'll never guess VVhat to them we bequeath-a bridge no less Over the gap and crossing the gymg More time at the drug store-a much longer swim. Lillian Parks wills her wonderful gift of fine French To Camille Trotman tlrat she may translate with eloquence. To Evelyn Cheek, Margaret Leinbach imparts Her musical ability and love of finer arts. The energy of Barbara Best for walking the mile ls left to Mary Jane Nelson to do the same for awhile. And the dining room chimes when left by Kathryn Hill Go to Margaret Wade to beat out as she will. The love of big boats and especially of dams Goes from Nancy McMillan to Harriet Cunningham. Anne Doerschuk departs from her alarm clock much used Mary Goodson receives it Qthough not much en- thusedlj. Barbara Thomas leaves her work at the buzzy switchboard To a fast progressing operator, Anne Colcord. Monday sales of ice cream and No charging, please. Anne Garrett to Isabel Moody bequeaths. An affection for archaeology, Agnes Colcord will give To Alice Smither, wh'o may then go primitive. Her shorthand and typing Alice Kennedy donates To at least one of next year's postgraduates. And Marjorie Bell wills her Oak Ridge souvenirs To Martha Wofford to keep for some years. The vivacity and lovely charm of Julia Dupuy Go without an argument to Ann Cheney. Alene Tonissen to Johnnie Bennett her freckles leaves. Elizabeth Kellogg from Richie Atwater a Southern brogue receives. The little black notebook of Betty Hunt Murray Goes to Margaret Webb fand the Seniors say hoo- rayll. L27J Her sougstress capability Lillian Stokes has given To Dorothy Stewart fno more rising at quarter of sevenlj. The skill of history cramming Janie Blackmore will bestow Upon a promising young history student, Alice WVinslow. Ann Siler has willed her large DRESSMAKING sign To Ruth VVatson, who for sewing will now have more time. Molly VVeeks imparts h'er dexterity at horse riding To Isabelle Clanton for more enjoyable bestriding. Margaret Gallaher leaves her love for the song Night and Dayl' To that speedy Florida jitterbug Harriet Ray. Myra Sharp's knack of shooting long baskets Goes to Betty Goslen to achieve with but little prac- tice. The swift, hefty speedball kick of Betty Thomas Goes to Nancy Rivers, who shows considerable promise. Polly Cunningham's skill at worrying is willed to Rosalyn Reid. The shyness of Nancy Northup to Margaret Han- cock is bequeathed. The secret of fraternity pins lshe says it is an artj To Betty Jean Collette, Barbara Treglown will impart. Jeanne Cowper to Gertrude Jones will happily be- stow Her bountiful love for Kinston, never to outgrow. Elizabeth Wade leaves her dignity and tact at all times To her roommate Agnes Burdette. QMy, how this rhymeslj. Jackie Miller to Josephine Johnson h'er Rhode Island trips donates. Betty Jones the public speaking skill of Anne Hanes awaits. Cornelia Garber to some wretched undergrad Leaves her odoriferous days in Chemistry Lab. The jovial, hearty laugh of fun-loving Ann Bennett Goes to Josephine Lucas, who by all means should get it. Edith Craig endows her long blue Eli banner To Mebane Harris with' some strong tacks and a hammer. And Mildred Parks leaves her rogues art gallery of men To thekartistic atmosphere around Mary Ann Warn- 'en. Now, my fine people, our worldly goods On this June second of thirty-nine, the given away final day- VVe do hereby set our trembling hand and seal To this our formal document to make it real. PEGGY GALLAHER, Teslator.

Page 33 text:

Farewell Have you seen the summer playground of the leaves, Whose fragrance blows over the land with the breeze, As the friendly contact of leaf to leaf Sounds out a promise to the world Of a new hope, a new calm, a new peace, And their song reaches the infinite depth of the blue? A prophecy? At the end of that season summer exchanges quietly A smile with autumn, Whose soft approach you view, Perhaps while idly sitting on a still green bank Musing on the wonder of the full moon at night. You see a world of glory and enchantment. There above with a clear blue sky As a background for their beauty Those dancing autumn leaves wave a lingering farewell To former playmates still conversing I n the sturdy tree above. They, who perhaps wait for another day To leave their home so near to heaven, Look out on the paths of those Who, bidding good-bye-half with a smile, half with a tear- fAs the first cool winds of the year Sound the song of the coming seasonj Fall to the ground displaying around to the wondering world The harmonious tones of orange, yellow, and brown bright. These soon with the passing of autumn soft, Will turn a many-colored picture solid brown. The leaves realize the divine plan Of all heaven and earth to be of one clan. And with faith and hope yet unsurpassed Tranquilly their work they commence, Looking forward with expectancy to another day When they may wave a welcome-heartfelt and sincere- To former playmates Instead of Farewell. EUZABETH YVADE, Poet F291