St Margarets School - Salmagundi Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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Williams, and, above all, the Boomers. Needless to say, our membership on the Glee Club grew-from seven forty-fourths to eighteen fifty-sevenths. We also started furnishing amusement for the school, not only at our own parties but also at that unforgettable political rally. Oh, yes, we started on the upward climb sophomore year. We're juniors! Remember the thrill of at last being an upper-classman. Being an underdog is all right in its way, but the real thing is too wonderful for words. Socially we were a tremendous success in the year of 1929-30. The Spooky Party started it, followed by Peppermint Sticks, the Ice Carnival, and, last of all, Rain. We did ourselves up in pink and green entertaining-we call this our Deb Year. But we couldn't spend all our time in a social whirl, for we were in dire need of real organization. fWe were getting a little peppy. juniors always arelj After Christmas vacation, every one began to get uneasy about our adviser: who she would be, and when we were to announce her. One afternoon in late January, each and every junior went to the polls in the garage. The next morning, the Seniors congratulated us on the choice of Miss Chandler. XV e didn't blame them a bit! It was then that we began to feel as though we were capable of taking the reins from the hands of the Seniors, but we were told that we still had considerable time left as juniors. Spring vacation inter- rupted our plan of campaign, but on April first fall jesting asidej we chose our leaders. just for future reference, they are: president, Alice Rand, vice- president, Dolly Carter, secretary, Helen Marcy, treasurer, Helen Wilder, orator, Margaret Lewis. That was a great day, we confided to our most secret diaries, Our organization was at last complete and all of it done in the most ESOTERIC manner. The Seniors were so pleased with our choices that they promptly invited us to a sumptuous banquet and, of course, we went. Follow- ing this, the newly elected organizers decided that we needed some uniforms, a song, and a mascot, as these were customary. After some more secret meetings at the Boomer's and clear old Hillside Cottage fwe sneaked some visits to the old school, tooj, we invited the Seniors first to a mascot hunt and then a picnic. On the day of the mascot hunt, while the Seniors, filled with grim determina- tion, searched, we, quaking with trepidation, watched with a hawk-eye from the promenade their frantic attempts to unearth and follow clues. The next day-our picnic-we were disappointed in the weatherman, but managed to reach Lake Placid in spite of the untimely rain. VU e could hardly eat we were so excited, and that feeling that swept over us as we marched into the gym singing our class song and carrying our mascot, a lantern! The Seniors told us that they were very much surprised, and, as we watched their eyes fairly bulge, we agreed. Anyway, they were entirely flabbergasted the next day, when, after Miss Hartley's recital, we paraded for the first time in our new uniforms of Cordovan rose and revealed our pansies. Then came Class Day with its thrill and tinges of sadness. We stepped on the Senior Steps with full legal authority and, as for lounging in the Senior Room-! But we hated to say good-bye to those Knights of '30 because they'd given us many good times as well as knightly combats. Nineleen

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The Male uf Qliijirtpmne from Beginning to Cllinh This account might at the outset make a more favorable impression of our class if begun with the last, the most illustrious of the four years, but for the sake of chronology alone, we will discuss out freshman year first and foremost. We did well, though,fif we do say sow-for youngsters. Being seven forty- fourths of the Glee Club, doing remarkable acting in the Marionettes thigh scholastic averages and deportment go without sayingj are worth remembering and recording. But in some ways that freshman year was rather slim. The only people who aped our manners and mannerisms were mere Junior Room chil- dren. Perhaps it is best not to say too much on that score because some of those children are juniors today. But then they saw us every morning when we marched into their room for chapel .we were a tremendous class, even in those bygone days. just to reminisce a bit-remember the night of the mascot hunt? We did our part by scaring the Seniors. XWe rolled tin wastepaper baskets down the gym stairs. Wlio remembers? Witli all this satisfaction in being a lively class, we did not acquire confidence or finances enough to entertain until the next year. We had a big job sophomore year! It was extremely diliicult adjusting ourselves, as well as playing the part of sisters to a bunch of pirates. We did our best though. Our funds steadily increased from food sales interspersed here and there so that we managed to entertain these bold pirates at a steak picnic at Quassapaug. We think the buccaneers enjoyed this shore leave and we know it was fun taming them. Thinking back, we realize more and more that that little affair would have become almost invisible but for Dr. Lewis, Miss c'f fgbIc'el1

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Our last year, as Seniors, has been all our dreams pictured from our first year. We returned to school with a strange feeling-just how should Seniors act? Though being a Senior is a responsible position, we had many interludes in which we threw dignity to the waves, as it were. Miss Williams' picnic at Madison was a grand success! And there were other days of pleasant teas. But the juniors did try to hinder us. They had a hunch that we were planning to choose one certain girl as Sa! editor-although it really wasn't difficult to guess that Dolly would be that one. The rest of the Board was revealed in due time and with due solemnity. And then Christmas. It was hard for us to realize that we should never take part in another pageant at Saint Margaret's. It might not have been so difficult, had the pageant been less impressive, less beautiful. Another interlude was our trip to New York with Miss White. We preserved our dignity there, but the interlude was charming, nevertheless. The day we got our Senior rings-can we ever forget it? They are the pride and joy of our hearts. Even now you can see many Seniors busy polishing their rings, letting a math problem do itself. But can you blame us? Soon after spring vacation we had the pleasure of reading our essays fwe really thought they were all prize, but as there is only one cup-welllj. And then another banquet! But this was a little different-we were the hostesses now and june loomed suddenly nearer. And then, what's of great importance, we decided to let the rest of the school know what our motto is. Sorry we interrupted your plans, Juniors, but you can't have all the time just yet. And then the prom-and Baccalaureate Sunday-they are too recent even to talk about. Today we sur- render our treasured steps and room to our late rivals of '52. Take care of them, juniors! Soon The Mikado will be a part of the past, even our Com- mencement will be only a memory. We shall have started out alone, leaving behind our loved leader, Miss Edell, and all of S. M. S., taking with us only these, our happy memories of four years of work and play. N, The la11g'be1'.f are tt lllcljdfil-1'. 'Twenty