Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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THE BLUE MOON zmzbr College fbktory NLY two short years, but even so, we've developed quite a class. We started with Quality, not Quantity, for Margaret Taylor and Ann Holloway began the voyage alone. Margaret thought Penn was nicer than Lafayette, so she left Easton for Philadelphia. And Ann, not wanting to leave home, joined us as a day pupil. This year these two were joined by eight husky companions. Shall we enumerate? First, the Smoky City only allowed us one of its infants this year. Stewiels small, but- that's not all that counts. Then from out of the wild and woolly West came Helen Whittier. When looking for her always look out of doors First. The Middle West refused to be outdone by California, so in came Mary Ellen, our social light. Are there any more as nice as you out there, Mary Ellen? Sally Adams and Ann Timber- lake kept up the reputation for the Hoosier State. Now we want to see more of Indianapolis. To keep us up on Presidential affairs, Dorothy Duff came up from Washington, and that, like everything else she does, she has done well. Western Penn- sylvania is also represented. Louise May tells us that Connellsville is quite a wonderful place. Though l'm just about through, Dode Messer has to come slipping in-like the greasy girl she would be coming from Oil City, and says that, after all, Pennsy is the best state to live in. Soon after school opened we joined forces and elected officers: Mary Eleanor Stewart, President, Margaret Taylor, Vice-President, Josephine Messer, Secretary, Mary Ellen McLaughlin, Treasurer. ' Our activities haven't been many, but we succeeded in being successful in the Shooting of Dan McGrew late in November. In the latter part of lllay, Mrs. Caskin and the graduates had their annual picnic, at which we all proved our ability to eat, and we wonder if we can attend next year. Mrs. Caskin entertained the graduates at a luncheon at the Bellevue on June 2. Although it surpassed all previous ones, it lacked the speedy descent of last year. Many of us graduate this year, including Mary Eleanor Stewart, Margaret Taylor, Mary Ellen McLaughlin, Josephine lllesser, Helen Whittier, and Ann Holloway, but we have great confidence that Sally, Ann and Dot can 'icarry on for us. Twenty-eight

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THE BLUE MOON W HELEN LOUISE WHITTIER Helen Los Angeles, Cal. Entered '25 Captain Hockey Team '25-'26 Gold Team '26 U, . , 4- 1-Y Happy am I, from care am I free, Why aren't they all content like me? L 6 ELEN -we either run for the radiators or our coats, because it will either be windows thrown wide open or everyone taken for a walk, so Prepared- ness is our motto. You see, Helen just can't get over the idea that this is Pennsylvania and not California climate, but if walking and fresh air can give us com- plexions and dispositions like Helen's we're for bigger and better walks. Some people can't see why you should come from so far away to school, but we all know that Helen came to spread sunshine, 'cause there are never any clouds when she is around, unless clouds of dust. Who but Helen could keep the enemy away from our goal in hockey games with her ferocious scowl and mighty arm? Who but Helen could attempt to race with Duke Kahanamoku in his native waters of Hawaii? Who but Helen can play such a mean game of tennis? And who else could hob-nob around with Helen Wills, and who can store away so many carrots? You see, there are so many things in which she excels that there has to be a halt some- where. We all love Helen, and that's just about the peak of success in this old world, anyway, and the longer we know her the more we love her- Darn Tootin'. Impksssromsric Prcrmuz: The beach at Waikiki. The tennis courts at Cannes. A vineyard in September sunlight. Twenty-seven

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THE BLUE MOON zmzer College Prophecy CL O have another cup of tea, Countess! Non mercy-oh, I mean merci. Heavens! My French is atrocious, but I do try so hard to please the Count. You know I always call him 'Count' because I simply cannot pronounce his name. You've guessed it. The scene is laid in a quaintly furnished room in the General's quarters at the United States' Army Post in the Philippines. Countess L. D'Arcy is talking to Mrs. Horace Hartly, nee Barbara Caskin, and Patience Thompson. And when did Horace get his promotion F At the beginning of the last war. My! My! What a time we did have keeping the boys entertained! Even worse than the World War, I believe. But when-by the way, guess whom I saw last year doing her bit? lt was Ann Holloway. Yes, she has joined the Salvation Army and is putting her whole heart into it-like she does everything else she undertakes. A regular little 'Army Lass' with her blue bonnet-you know how frightfully becoming blue always was to her-and since then she has learned to play a cornet and is really doing her best to get through the Pearly Gates. H And Dode Messer? She's in Washington now. She won the essay prize on 'World Economy,' and now has a splendid position in the Capitol helping the Finance Committee straighten out their affairs. Speaking of Washington reminds me. lsn't it terrible the Way the Senate is advo- cating the Blue Laws? I can remember when the Blue Law jokes were quite preva- lent and everyone sort of scoffed at them. But since Mary Eleanor Stewart has been making so many speeches and publishing so many pamphlets about them, the whole country has certainly gone into the thing properly. 'Stewie' has changed quite a bit, but not enough to alter her ideas, and between you and me I'm a little afraid she is going to put this Blue Law Amendment over the top. And such a contrast between 'Stewie' and Margaret Taylor! Yes, Margaret is still in the Follies and likes it quite well, although she says that she gets terribly fed up on YVill Roger's jokes. I don't see why she never let us know that she could dance. But then-some people are so secretive. The last time I saw the Follies I sat right behind Helen Whittier. She joined our party afterward, and told me all about herself. She owns a little tea room, and it is just outside Beverly Hills. She calls it The Poppy Tea Room. From' her descrip- tion it must be the daintiest little place you ever saw, all red and white, tinted with yellow, like a real poppy, with lace curtains-the windows, I mean. Heavens! I just remembered about the lace. Good thing you reminded me. I must get down town before the stores close. Do write to me soon, as I'll be leaving next week for home, and I do so want to keep up with you, dear. Toodleloof' Twentyfnine