Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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THE BLUE IvlvQv-QN JOSEPHINE MESSER Klnodgll Oil City, Pa. Entered '25 Secretary Junior College Class '25-'26 May Queen '26 Blue Team '26 A sweet, attractive kind of grate, .4 full assurance given by looks. 66 U hob or not to bob may be the question, but our Dode has solved it best of all, for, although she still has her long hair, she also has her Bob. And when our Dude goes out to Oklahoma, we, who are from the Hliddle lVest. more than hope she'll stop and see us if our fair mansions can accommodate her most unusual amount of luggage. Why? Why, if you knew her like we do, you'd realize that wherever this fair queen goes at least Eve trunks and ten hat bags must go, too-it's like standing in the Broad Street Station Baggage Room to stand in her room on the eve of one of her departures. Queen-why that name? Simply because she is our Rlay Queen, and well she tills the part, but secretly, in each heart we hope and pray she won't get one of her giggling spells, or the show will be all shot. And, as the way is with most Queens, so is it with i'Dode, the most important part of her apparel is her head dress-yes, I referred to ten hat bags above, but when she isn't on a voyage the contents of said bags are on the tops of every bridge lamp in the residence. But, Dode, don't let this worry you, because if we had as much to put in these hats we'd be proud of it. But here's to Dode, and we'll tell you all now that she's the exception to the old saying of beauti- ful and dumb. IMPRESSIONISTIC Pxcrtnzsz Brocaded peach velvet. A white picket fence. Forget-me-nots and pale pink roses. TMlC7IIj fifJllT

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THE BLUE MOON MARGARET HIBBS TAYLOR lrM4rgetll Easton, Pa. Entered '24 Hockey Team '24-'25, '25-'26 Assistant Literary Editor of The Blue Moon '25-'26 Editor-in-Chief of The Blue Moon '25-'26 Vice-President Junior College Class '25-'26 V Blue Team '26 l She acquires friends by giving, Rather than receiving kindness. 66 S there anything I can do? Let me help. And a capable, helping hand is stretched forth. This hand can accomplish in fifteen minutes the task that we have been struggling with for hours upon hours. Now, don't get the impression that we are talking about the Black Hand, or anything remotely mysterious, because we're not. We're talking about-right you are. That's the only person in school it could belong to-we're talking about Margaret. When there's no one else left to help, she's sewing industriously with stitches that can only be seen with the aid of a microscope. These piles and piles of linen and towels she makes-well, now we ask you, is she doing them for Cousin Emma or her mother's best friend's daughter? One wonders! We can remember the time, so long ago, when Margaret actually accomplished the feat of staying awake after lights out bell. The occasion was justly celebrated, even though at ten after ten it was discovered the effort had been too, much and she was fast asleep. Hold on, there, don't get the impression that Margaret spends all her time sewing and sleeping. Far from it. She can run swiftly up and down the hockey field with the best of them, and as heading the honor roll-well, you just try and beat her! Not a cross word do you hear her utterg in fact, she doesn't even know the meaning of one. And speaking of generosity-she'd even let you wear her frat pin if it matched your dress--which is something that not many girls would do. It's no wonder Margaret is loved by each and every one, and on whatever path she may choose to follow we'll wish her success and happiness. Imenessxomsrlc Picrunez A white church spite. Silver grey pigeons with coral feet. A foot-stool covered in needlepoint. Twentyfthree

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THE BLUE MOON MARY ELLEN MCLAUGHLIN Mary Ellen Sioux City, Iowa Entered '25 Treasurer Junior College Class '25-'26 Advertising Manager of '4The Blue Moon '25-'26 May Queen's Maid of Honor '26 Gold Team '26 She that was ever fair, and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was newer loud. ARY ELLEN, our red head! Yes, red hair, you understood correctly. But you immediately say there are a million types of red-haired girls. For instance, there is the carroty, freckle-faced, widely-grinning urchin type, there is the type with tresses of mahogany satin-smooth and with an aesthetic pallor, there is the type with almost tawny, tight curls, and there is-the type that Mary Ellen is. The type with that inexplicable shade of hair that artists vainly strive to copy and modistes design queer peacock greens for-that shade which is tritely called auburn, but to which no words can ever do justice. Not content with bestowing on Mary Ellen hair the color of sunlight on bronze leaves, and pale gauze stretched over Chinese lacquer, the gods added features as clear cut as those on a Grecian cameo, and a sweep of cheek of a pure whiteness to dazzle the most hardened connoisseur. Oh, but the cynics among you will immediately exclaim, Oh, yes, we've heard about these gorgeous people and We will admit Cwhen a cynic admits something it's a victory, somehow it seems against their principlesj we've seen a few, but just try to ask them an intelligent question and see the sort of retort, you will get. They don't even know who won the war. Aha! here's where we've fooled these cynics. Mary Ellen is the exception to the rule. She has an intelligence out of the ordinary, and is one of these people to whom a whole row of A's happen just as a matter of course. So, Mary Ellen of the face that launched a thousand ships-of the mind that surpassed the entire school in shorthand fan accomplishment, don't think it isn'tD, we wish you all good fortune. Imriuzssromsric Prcruksz Scarlet leaves. A Venetian canal on a starlit night. A thick cream-colored shawl. Twentyffive