Bouve Boston School of Physical Education - Escutcheon Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Christmas Formal jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Isikgs ' Oh, whatfun it is lo ride out lo the Welleslq Inn. jingle bells, jingle bells, what goes on, you say? Can'l you guess? Oh, my, yes! The Christmas dance within. Where were you the night of December 9, 1939? If you are a Bouve student and a wise girl I can answer that for you. You were attending the most gala social aH'air ofthe season, the Christmas Formal at the Wellesley Inn. When I walked in,I almost shivered at the sight of the cold winter scene laid by the expert interior decorating department of Bouve, but I soon warmed up to the gaiety of the gathering. I might add that the orchestra helped . . .need I say more? It is a far cry from long black stockings and a starched teaching shirt to those glamorous evening gowns, which only goes to prove our versatility. And what an array of handsome gentlemen! There must have been a raid on some of Boston's best colleges, and, as they all had a line Christmas spirit, there were very few dull moments that night. During the evening each couple was given a colored balloon and in the conf'usion,while each tried to break his neighbor's,all traces of college sophistication disap- peared. Well, what with such amusements as well as dancing and refreshments, a fine time was had by all, in- cluding Miss Bouve, Miss Sweet and Mrs. Weller, our patronesses. L. LELAND Teaching I The mist had settled, The night was dark, And yet she knew she had to embark Upon this new and strange delight Which she hoped would be the right Vocation for her life. II She set up her lessons She packed her case She wound her clock And creamed her face And set her lip with determination rare And jumped into bed without a care Of the oncoming trial ahead. I35l ' .rf . 'Vi 0 1 ,AXJLZY Eff f g r lx -L, .eq js fy X K Vx NNW . or X'

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That Snow Week ,XXX I. Introduction. A. Subways, Taxis, Cars,-in short, Boston's com- plete transportation system swarming with: 1. 20 highly nervous girls. t, 2. 40 trembling skis. 'K X 3. 2,331 other articles. ' if' B. Briefiy-Bouve Seniors were going to the mountains. C. The train was boarded-and in rushed Melrose: I. As usual-just? on time. II. Body: A. Utopia: 'af .A I. Food: 4 ' f li a. Figs! and other irrelevant substances. ' f b. Desserts-well, usually 2 or 3. 0 2. Skiing: v a. Teaching in the morning. 5 J X 1. Try Schussing down the Empire State J - Building after Hannes Schneider. We did! ' b. Free skiing in the apres lunch. ff 1. Must it always be an angular process? 2. The motto, The next green hill is always greener than the one you're on, didn't hold-the one we were on ALWAYS looked horrifying. Evening: a. Bridge dans la salon. If 3. b. One does wax skis. i wx rx 1 Z X fl Q lt' X 4' 1 ,Q , c. Writing letters-questionable. d. Bed-so sensible. ,V J . Sophomores arrive goggle-eyed: if a. Pallid upon viewing the earth's pro- , tuberances. ' b. Delicate,urbanized appetites-until they got in the swing of things. XXXX I, III. Conclusion: A. Subways, Taxis, Cars-in short, Boston's com- y plete transportation system swarming with: my 1. 38 fattened female specimens. QD if f 2. 76 edgeless skis. f f 3. Very few other articles. X 'i B. Briefly: Bouve was home. XZ-4 C. Moral: Allis well that ends well. f - SYLVIA WORTH PRISCILLA KING l34l

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