St Margarets School - Salmagundi Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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t x C 'did laugh. VVhen the time came around for choosing the 16 - you know what that is- Nancy Bean's lilting soprano and Mary Robertson's booming 'bass were found more than satisfactory. And then Mrs. Kirschbaum gave the class a lovely picnic at her home - a picnic which will be remem- bered as the time Neddy Kirschbaum, Ruth's little brother, Went berserk with a bottle of pop and a croquet mallet. Mrs. Hyde also entertained the class with a picnic - and it was just as much fun as Mrs. Kirschbaum's. Afterward the sophomores were thrilled at the prospect of summer, but they were also sad because they learned that it was the last year they would have Miss Stewart for their class adviser. -What? Oh, no, Darling! Miss Stewart just decided that she wanted to travel, and she went to New Mexico. Next year, by a simple process of elimination the sophomores found themselves juniors and able to en- joy upperclass privileges. joy again was chairman, Molly secretary-treasurer, and the class showed their good judgment by electing Miss Carrington class adviser. You remember, Darling, about the juniors? Mummie's told you how very important they were. And, of course, there were many important decisions to be made, so the juniors had to be very secretive. As if they were fooling anybody! VVhile seniors plied binoculars from the tops of neighboring trees and peeped through curtains of Miss Edell's study, we chose our class uniform and color. The color to us was green but for publication it was Ceylon green and the yniform was a dirndl with a wide, yellow belt and horse buttons. - VVhat a silly question! Horse buttons are horse buttons, my dear. Along about this time, ski- ing lessons and Francois Bertrand burst in upon our sheltered lives and stayed until the snow went. - Yes, Mummie could ski very welll VVith seniors lying under junior beds and juniors being duped by senior cunning, there were occasional friendly arguments, the most notable of which was the one Wherein joan Stowe was pitched bodily into the senior president's room. - Yes, Darling, we did think the seniors were very unkind! But the juniors had other problems to solve, too, and one of their proudest moments came when they elected their oflicers for the senior year - joy Hyde became president, Shirley Narr, viceapresidentg Bar! bara Bailey, secretary, Anne Perry, treasurer, and Molly Shons, orator! Their next public appearance came when nine of them sang their class song, Offen- bach's Song of Dawn, after chapel one morning.-Yes, Darling, thatls the song Mummie used to sing you for a lullaby. The class announced their flower in a tender little pantomime which revealed their choice of yel- low marguerite. The juniors, just a little awed at the senior-junior banquet writhed inwardly at their slams and listened to senior pronouncements. But the juniors did have some good songs, and Joy and Molly had to make

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to Maui: iriiiasir nauuoienrimas or 159 l So you want to know about your Mummiels school days, do you? Well, little one, if you'll be quiet and take your thumb out of your mouth, you will hear the story of your mother and her schoolmates. Once upon a time back in September 1935, there descended upon St. Margaret's School a bevy of wide- eyed moppets who seated themselves expectantly in the freshman row. One was your Nlummie and she was just as scared as the rest of her classmates. Some of them were a little bit worried about chapel and the in- tricate trick of not following the person ahead but veer- ing off suddenly into an apparently filled row. After a few months of getting used to all this, during which time Betty McLean broke two piano stools and Anne Perry cascaded head first through the dining room window, the freshmen at last united as a class. They elected joy Hyde chairman and Shirley Narr secre- tary-treasurer with Miss Stewart to guide their way- ward feet. Thanks to their powerful vocal organs, joy, Shirley, Nancy Bean, June Morris, Sue Miles and Eleanor VVayland made the Glee Club, and the class had made their first contribution to a school organiza- tion. In Nlarch, they proudly ate their first class dinner at school with Miss Stewart. Then they gave their country fair and were justifiably pleased with them- Paar' I mfg , ,FuTur X7 i we i A lv Xt x X: 1 , F-uf f All selves. Peggy Heminway provided the livestock in the form of onethoroughly terrified little pig, named Hamlet, and, all in all, the affair seemed to be a suc- cess. ln lWay, Dorothy VVeyand and her mother took the class to the Grotto Circus in YVaterbury. Yes, dear - they had elephants and everything - includ- ing a perfectly horrible rubber man who wrapped himself up in knots to the great admiration of class '39, Anne Perry said he winked at her. -And that's the end of the first year, Darling. Now don't interrupt Mummie, for that's only the beginning of a long story. Next year, as sophomores, they were not quite so wide-eyed and contributed to hockey teams, Christ- mas Choir, Marionettes and Nlugpie. Again joy, Shir- ley and Miss Stewart were entrusted with the rather dubious honor of governing thirty-one little sopho- mores, who sometimes seemed to be studying for dementia praecox.--NVhat'sthat mean? Mummielll tell you to-morrow, Darling. One of the highlights of the year was their class party which QI think it was in- spired by the memory of the freshman yearj took the form of a circus. An unexpected note of hilarity was added when Suzie Pressey of the Barclay-Pressey trapeze team parted company with the dainty ruffled underskirt of her ballet dress.-Oh, yes, Darlingl VVe

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2 33- 1-.2 4 Q Y 5. . speeches. Time rolled around quickly to the mascot hunt which Leigh Pinney made difhcult for the seniors by practically burying every single clue. Those seniors had a terrible time, Darling! Then at the junior-senior picnic - since the seniors had been un- successful-the class announced that their mascots were two pink dogwood trees, planted and already blossoming in the garden. The junior picnic at Kent Falls was a huge success. A few of the picnickers tem- porarily lost their ap.petites watching Marjorie Mountain-Goat Sampsell cavort about on sheer preci- pices, but Miss VVoody's fried chicken made them change their minds. Fxams over, '39 heaved a mighty sigh and pre- pared to stay in the background during their elders' last festivities. The prom came and the gym was trans- formed. Instead of black stockings and tunicsvfilmy evening gowns and tuxedosl - You should have seen your Nlummie, Darlingl Amid the mists of tears on June jth, the juniors realized how lucky they were to be able to return next year as seniors. - just Wait till youfre a big girl, Darling, and you'll know just how that feelsl VVhat a difference between freshman and senior Septembersl Class '39 came back, and now they marched into chapel confidently and proudly took their seats in the senior row.fVX'hat's a senior row? Now, Darling, don't interrupt. Of course, a few of them still looked around blankly when announcef ments were made to seniors but, for the most part, they took their new responsibilities in their stride. The first part of the year was comparatively peaceful. ln the senior biology class, a substitute teacher, Mr. Derwin, was initiated into the intricacies of feminine logic when his bloodfthirsty pupils began a grimly thorough discussion of physical torture. The class themselves passed on the well-worn road to knowl- edge, scattering along the way such little pearls of wisdom as 'fan economic war is one that doesn't cost very much. There were, of course, the regular extra curricular activities plus a rather surprising run on New Haven concerts. Sometimes we were amazed at the number of music-lovers! And the board of The Safmugznzdi was chosen at just the right time. One fine day at the end of school, the seniors strolled up to Miss Chamberlain's office and then down to study hall. Nobody noticed the bulge in their pockets, but the shower of green boxes told the rest of the school that the senior rings had come.-Yes, Darling, here's the ring right here on lN'1ummie's finger. Before Christmas, too, Miss Carrington invited her protegees to a wonderful supper at the cottage. They had a very gay time and trekked back across Chase Parkway in high spirits. Pageant night came with all its loveliness.- Mummie'll take you some day to see it? The choir sang its best for the senior's last pageant while on the stage Barbara Bailey as lN'1ary, Anne Perry as joseph, and the other nativity figures held the at-