Beaver Country Day School - Senior Yearbook (Brookline, MA)

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[47] Mary Gay Dwight Dotty Gray Maroie Cohn Joan Fitzoerald Anne Wechsler Barbara Chase Bunny Millikin Gail Falvby Nancy 0‘Neil Helen Cox Joan Shbplby Jane Woll Jankt White Dabby Billings Mirium Williamson Pat Houghton Ethel Leeti. Ruth Beniamin Barbara Bliss Elub Franz Sally Browne Ann O'day Anne Shepard Kay MacLurl SENIORS PlIOKBE TRAINER Betsy Smith Virginia Biddle Barbara Hall Sherrie Smith Martha Dugan Myra Blanchard Lqrna Hubdard Jbannie Fourel fc VoGAN y Rau Lois Gagnbdin Shelia Cordingley Joan Rosen Edith Stkdtast Phyllis McCarthy Barbara Bobbins Jean Briggs Faith Trumbull Caroline Ritchie Wendy Low Grey

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1. Phoebe and her red hair 2. Posed by Miss Hall 3- Biddle, the defender of the Cage 4. Bobbie, not knitting for once $. Biddle and her car 6. Pat in Weston, as usual 7. Faith and her blond hair 8. Wex, enough said? 9- The school, need any more be said 10. Careful. Lorna 11. Biddle and Wendy not skiing this time 12. Rosie in command as usual 13. The knitters and the hockey players 14. Hollywood? 15. Shelia on the wooden horse 16. Watching the game 17. Meg and the look 18. Pouring out the punch 19. Another day is over [46]

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 We who are on the threshold of Commencement have long had a deep feeling for Beaver. This is no sudden realization, but one which, although long dormant, has lately been with us throughout each day. Perhaps its first awakening came as we sang in our last Christmas concert, or as the curtain closed on our last Drama Club presentation; or on the athletic field, when someone noted that this would be our last game together. So, recently, we have found ourselves looking at Beaver more closely ... at our library, our Senior Room, our hockey field; at our teachers and friends and the objects and mannerisms with which we associate them. We have looked back on our years here with nostalgia and reluctance: nostalgia because we are now able to measure our years of Beaver training in the light of the progress that training has brought us; reluctance to leave, because the same standards by which we judge our Beaver years have led us to conclude that those years were invaluable. For us, Beaver has been the framework within which our present and future selves have been developed. Modes of thought and of social conduct, together with standards by which properly to appraise the world about us have been given us so that today, thanks to Beaver, we of The Senior Class may face the fucurc with the knowledge that we have had sound training. But it is not enough to speak in broad generalities of Beaver or the things which we arc taking away from her. Part and parcel of Beaver have been the guidance of our Headmaster and Faculty; the parents of present and former Beaver girls who have added so much to the whole we call Beaver; the memories and traditions of past classes that have given us fine goals to aim for; and each and every one of our classmates, whose associations and contributions can not now be fully valued or appreciated. Knowing full well that the years to come will see many classes of girls like ourselves enter Beaver, it is not necessary for us to wish her luck and good fortune. So it is with a feeling of deep humility that we salute Beaver and those who have made and are making it an object of great pride, and of top rank in the memories of those of us who arc leaving . . . Farewell! Joan Rosen [48]