Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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THE BLUE MOON 1926 Wd! and T ertament HIS is the last will and testament of the Class of '26, sane and sound, they leave the following, with much advice to those who still remain with the burden of living up to their good example upon their most unworthy shoulders. To Sally Caskin we leave Margaret Taylor's ability to play the piano. To Sally Adams we leave Eleanor I-Iall's title of Busy Person. To Peggy Tams we leave Dot Ledogar's figure. To Leonore Mulkin we leave Caroline Smedley's ability of being seen and not heard. To Ann Timberlake we leave all of Dode Messer's previous love affairs. To Kay Pancoast we leave all of Gin Handley's reducing exercises. To Debby Lysinger we leave Mary Ellen McLaughlin's dignity. To Dot Duff we leave Anita Kaufman's daily letter. To Ruth Grover we leave Charlotte Cole's detachable hair. To next year's occupants of the French room we leave Helen Whittier's craving for fresh air. To any resident student we leave Edythe Rodgers' ability to get out of gym. To any day student we leave Ann Holloway's privilege to go home for lunch. To Louise May we leave all our long-endured roommates. To Frances Grier we leave all our tempers. Please let us know when she uses them. To Audrey Keeler we leave an inch or two on each of her skirts. To Betty Blair we leave all our Bills, To Miss Hinkle we leave a Mclntire coupon book. To Miss Farrar we leave all stray cow bells. To Miss Thompson we leave our do we have to count this wrong. To Miss Tyson we leave more lady-like pupils in the future. To Miss Kalbach we leave Mary Eleanor Stewart's baby talk. To Miss Bleker we leave Isabel Lay's baby stare. To Mrs. Caskin we leave our best wishes and our hopes that in the years to come she will do as much for her other girls as she has done for us. Thirty

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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

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THE BLUE MOON umbr College Siatzlftzkf Name Nickname She if 0122223171 Ambition Admired for Ann Holloway Annie Full of life Gettggfogrt of To study dancing pilsxgggg, Mary Elliliriaughlin HMHY Enenn Dignmed Goilglieigeiivest bplistinldgsovglcfmaixn Paige losephine Messer Dode Alwlgyiefgady Makilgigzeaded glgjxniloa Sweetness Mary Eleansigwan Stewie Liked by all Listelinditfo the To act her age Capability Margaret Taylor Marget Generous agglfjngftg EELS To grow tall Disposition Helen Whittier Rabbit Athletic Eating carrots Tgjafgrrrlgato Big-heartedness Sanctuary When life by weight of sordidness is bent Too low to raise itself again to lovelines When sorrow seems to be God's cruel caress And people voice a thought they have not meantg When dull, grey clouds of petty discontent Obscure the glorious sun of happiness And make of life's unending business A pointless, tiring labor we resent: To refuge in a greater love we flee And seek a haven from the storm-tossed sea. We turn to God in prayer, for it is He Who, though we know it not in deep despair, Points to His Temple of the Soul, to where His love would have our world-Worn thoughts repaired. S - I DoRoTHY DUFF, '27. Thirty-one