Buffalo Seminary - Seminaria Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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14 SEMINARIA IQ44 Hnnnr Hull FEBRUARY, 1944 Fern Knoche Sizmons: Suzanne Dorntge Margaret Nichols Joan Lerner janet Wendt JUNIORS! Peggy Cohn Nancy Read Martha Coppess Charlotte Webb Mary Moot SoPHoMoRE: Virginia Ostendorf Fnnsumim: Mary Hammerly Ruth Ann Randall Patricia Huy Brenda Jacobsen Alice Rogers Donna Schmidt Jeanne Smith Editorial Try as we may, it is well nigh impossible to include everything that has happened this year in the SEMINARIA. War Work, as before, has played an im' portant part in our activities. Although there has been no official community drive, the school has compensated for that omission with the addition of the Staff Assistants Course at the Red Cross, other war courses, and projects such as the assistance to the O. P. A., which has been so highly praised. The new feeling of constant hurry which has attended us night and day has brought a continual need to do more, to go faster, and to make the most of what little time we do have. Nevertheless, a Glee Club, something entirely new, has been formed, and its members have faithfully attended rehearsals. Transportation difficulties have greatly decreased the number of speakers, and college representaf tives now meet girls in small groups only. But in spite of gas shortages and other hindrances, an astounding number of seniors have visited their prospective colleges. Another change, no doubt appreciated by the faculty, is the absence of our friends' automobile horns blaring both during and after school. Then, too, we shall soon see ourselves as others do in that mysterious booklet Miss Angell is compiling. Perhaps then We shall know all that we have been doing this year.

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16 SEMINARIA IQ44 liheclimate UPPER CLASS PRIZE STORY There were thirty children in the warplant day nursery, thirty unkempt, whining children, who had to have their galoshes zipped and their noses wiped by Mary. Of course there were other attendants to care for the day orphans but the tall, slim, blonde girl seemed to be the most popular among her charges. Mary, hug my doll. Mary, is it time for lunch? All day long it went on. From nine in the morning till Hve at night, and Mary never faltered. She never quite rated the important jobs like answering the telephone or talking to the mothers. These went to the trained workers while the others did the odd jobs. Not that she resented the luckier girls with the less toilsome tasks, she was sincerely grateful for what she had. It was a good respect' able job and it paid well. Besides, it had tone and prestige. That meant a lot to Mary's mother and consequently to Mary. Mary's last job had been as a clerk in a fiveeandftenfcent store. She hadn't minded the work, but the storm of criticism that descended upon her each night at home had been hard to bear. Mary's mother, before she married, had been a PencefDavis. She never let you forget it for a moment. It was trying for a Pence-Davis to see her daughter doing menial labor. A teacher, now that was different! Mary's mother didn't mind that, even though it was a teacher of factory children. And the pay was good! Mrs. Madden had never been the same since her husband died. It was hard to change your whole way of life suddenly. One week she had been the wife of a promising physician with a growing practice and then quite suddenly in no more time than it takes for wet feet to become a cold, and a cold to become pneumonia, she was a widow with a lot of debts, and a vague list of patients who perhaps might pay. Some paid and some didn't. They sold the house and half of the fur' niture and took a small apartment in the old part of town. Mary stopped school and pretended she didn't care. The remaining PencefDavis heirlooms were too big and too heavy for the crowded apartment. Mrs. Madden lacked strength and perhaps energy. Dust col- lected quickly and she somehow never kept pace with it. Mary did what she could. She fixed breakfast before she left and brought her mother her tray. Mrs. Madden was frail and coffee in bed was a real necessity. After work Mary bought food on the way home for the meals which were her duty to prepare. Mrs. Madden had a delicate stomach and she could not abide food which she herself had cooked. Many of Mary's friends thought that her life was divided equally into two parts, her work and her motherg but, happily, that was not the case, for there was Bob. Bob lived in the next block, was dark and handsome, and his eyes had a funny way of crinkling when he laughed. His ambition was great, his love was greater, and his pocket book was very small.