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

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.,4e f'.:3 Alai? Blue Teams Arclaefy Tennis Baseball I. Denfcld M. Burke P. Matthews M. F. Gould A. Goodell A. Goodell A. Piippo P. Lewis M. F. Gould B. Swenson L. Stickney R. Jones G. Lammers E. Kind-P. Lewis M. Burke M. F. Wright N. Grose L. Stickney--M. F. Gould I. Denfeld L. Hamilton B. Elroy M. F. Wright-I. Denfeld Sailing Basketball Field Hockey M. F. Gould R. Jones L. Stickney B. Phillips D. Wildman L. Stickney M. Burke P. Tavey N. Grose E. Shattuck G. Markham A. Goodell A. Goodell M. F. Gould E. Mosher P. Darrah R. Jones N. Grose H. Adair M. Wagman L. Stickney A. Bickerstaff Other team competitions were: riding, campcraft, swimming meet, posture, track and canoeing. 29

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White Tennis Archery Tennis Bafeball P. Goodwin A. Wing Parker A Wing P. King P. King Elkinton A Sawyer M. P. Woolfolk M. P. Woolfolk Smith H Travers A. Wing S. Kenney-B. Holmes Holmes P. Goodwin B. Weber E. Smith--B. Weber Weber B. Bradshaw R. Kite A. Sawyer--B. Bradshaw .failing Basketball Field Hockey P. King S. Worth Parker S. Worth E. Parker A. Wing Smith A. Akehurst D. Elkinton E. Parker King E. Hamilton B. Bradshaw S. Kenney Travers S. Kenney S. Kenney E. Warren Warren D. Elkinton E. Smith R. Walden Sawyer Other team competitions were: riding, campcraft, swimming meet, posture, track and canoeing. E281

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HOUSE MOTHERS Miss Wilkin C40 Gram SLD, Mrs. Morrell C112 Babcock SLD, Mrs. McLean C90 Bobeoela SLD, Mrs. dc Rossct C31 Green SLD A Day at the Dorms Tact, one might call it that, but before I could even sneeze again she had whisked me away to a little white bed, in a little white room, all of which had a yellowish-green cast to it-at least, it seemed so then. 7115 7:45 8:25 3 :00 3 130 5 :OO 7 :30 8:00 10:00 The rising bell. Dark as a pocket outside and it seems no more than 2 A.M. People groan, turn over, wish foolishly, and finally rise. C0b, wbar bllrr to Jleep onfl Breakfast. Still looking for that other stocking, pressing just a collar of a shirt-and, oh dear, where is the belt to that uniform. C0b, me, bere comer my zrayfb Class at 9-and the mail isn't here yet. Oh, I mustn't for et to borrow a cap for that swimming. C1 can swim in oceans of dreams and pillows today. The doorbell-just the census taker inquiring about the members in the family. QHa.' Ha!-we're tbe largest on tbe .rtreetfl Those four-years are still loafing. CTbeir life if a.r easy as mirze!D Here comes the troop. I can hear books flopped down, moans about empty mailboxes. CGlad I can't .ree mine.'D There goes the phone. I can see them on the balcony now, straining to hear the con- versation. C0b, well, I eoalrlrft go out anyway.'D A man's voice! Whoopee! CWbat am I .ro happy about, I rarz't even peer out to ree if be'J barzclrome or bar perranaliry, as we umalbf apologi1e.'D Cocoa, Glenn Miller, race for a bath, and Hnally lights out and one sinks into cool, clean sheets. Heavens!-it's been a long day. CGee, I elorfr even babe :be fan of going ro beel-I'11e been bere all a'ay.'D a On second thought, I'll be glad to be up tomorrow. Food in the dining room is a treat after juggling a tray, and I like people, at this point, crowds of them. I want to get my own mail, and say, you know what?-that sky and the pretty blossoms on the trees-why they look their best at 7:15 A.M. DORIS METTLEMAN Mol