Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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THE BLUE MOON The Lower Sflzool Iikktory HERE are ten of us this year in the Lower School: Louise Cuberly, Mary Louise Swartz, Catharine Pancoast, Kathar- ine Armstrong, Peggy Pancoast, Edith Wetherill, Amy Barnes, Helen Mossman, Louise Pancoast, Frances lvlclntire. Louise Cub- erly and Mary Louise Swartz are the Lower School babies. We had a club this year called the Good-Natured Club. Miss McClure, our teacher, was appointed Chairman. Louise Pancoast, Presidentg Helen Mossman, Vice-Presidentg Amy Barnes, Secretary, Peggy Pancoast, Treasurer. One day the Lower School took a trip to the Commercial Museum, and we also went to the picture exhibition at Wanamaker's Store. The Lower School took part in the gymnasium exhibition. Even little lVIary Louise did her part well, and all the members of the Lower School helped to make the exhibition a success. The Lower School entertained the Upper School at tea one Thursday afternoon. Exam! Oh, exams are an awful bore, And always on the night before We cram and cram each lesson through. And that isnyt all we do- We get ourselves all tired out, And nervousness begins to sprout, So really by the time it comes Our minds are like the beat of drums. We cannot work, we cannot think, We're tired and our minds are blank, And thus our minds are judged, too true. I don't think it's fair, do you? For when We're tired and out of sorts We really don't look it, but we're sports. It isn't fair to our brains, though, To allow them to be judged so. PEGGY TAMS, '27. Thwty four

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THE BLUE MOON zmzor fhkiory President ......... JEANETTE LEDOGAR Vice-President ........... ELIZA Toon Secretary ........ DEBORAH LYSINGER Treasurer ...,. ...... P EGGY TAMS T was three years ago that the first page of the book of the Great Class of 1927 was written upon. Jeanette was the first to enter with her gay laugh and pep. The book remains closed until the fall of 1925, when Margaret, alias Peggy Tams, with her poetic ability 3 Toddy Todd, with her record of A's, and Deborah Lysinger, with her athletic prowess, entered all together. We are small, but we are not lacking in ideas, pep or ambition. Upon realizing that We were about to join the grand and glorious band of Seniors, we immediately dashed to the mirror, but alas, upon gazing at our physiognomies we discovered that we looked exactly the same as before. Being Seniors, or About-to-be-Seniors, we should say, hadn't changed us one tiny bit. Will we be our same care-free selves in '27, that year which we have so long looked forward to, as we have been in the past three years? Sophomore fblftory President ....... KATHLEEN PANCOAST Vice-President ......... SALLY CASKIN Secretary .............. BETTY BLAIR Treasurer. . . ..., LEONORA MULKIN HROUGHOUT the year the Class of 1928, Betty Blair, Sally Caskin, Ruth Grover, Dorothy Bub, Leonora Mulkin, Frances Grier and Kathleen Pancoast, has held together both in athletics and other lines of school activities. Work dur- ing the year was most enjoyable, particularly that of the Bible class and time spent in the literature course. Athletics have been of great interest to our class. Two of our classmates, Kay Pancoast and Betty Blair, were on the hockey team, and our members did their best to make the gym exhibition worthy of the school. All school functions have been faithfully attended by us. We were all present at the delightful dinner which was given by Dr. and Mrs. Caskin, and three of us were in the Lake Placid week-end party. We thank our teachers for their help and extend to the incoming Sophomore Class best wishes for the coming year. Tliirtythrec

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THE BLUE MCON The Way ofa Dog ANDY was a dog, and furthermore, he was by far the most-cherished and privi- leged individual of his master's household. That is to say, he was until a certain unforeseen event occurred in his life. Now, Sandy, being an Irish terrier, had a large abundance of peculiar and cunning traits, to say nothing of certain marked likes and dislikes. All this perhaps explains the odd fact that he had become unspeakably, indeed shamefully, for his dog respect, attached to a baby! And this same baby had cost him the loss of more than one of his canine friends, for they were very wont to accuse him of puppy-love, which was truly a disgraceful state of affairs for a dog of his breeding and social standing. It all came about with the arrival in the household of a small baby, in the event of which Sandy became positively sea sick with jealousy and green with envy. However, after the manner of his sect, he soon dogfully overcame this tendency, and contrary to the very best of his intentions, he found himself being drawn slowly but inevitably into the heart of a baby. And, as though that were not enough, to his utmost horror and indignation he discovered one day that this small bundle of living material, this atom of disrespect, this pink and white squirming symbol of interference, was working its way into the intricate depths of his resentful dog-heart, by means of little pink paws, totally unlike any he had ever seen before. As the days went by, to Sandy's relief his new charge began to show signs of growing intelligence, in that it crawled about on four legs and, at sight of a bottle of milk, uttered a queer noise, which Sandy supposed was a bark in its most primitive stage. He also found to his utter amazement that when small hands, waving aimlessly about, came in Contact with his tail or pinched his nose, he not only did not resent it, but he thrived on it. A He began to wonder what he should call this thing that had come into his life so sud- denly. Surely, it wasn't a puppy? He was now bereft of this illusion, for the thing had actually stood up and walked on two legs. Sandy had heard the creature referred to as Baby, so he, too, adopted that name for it. Then one day Sandy noticed that the little hand which usually grasped his tail so firmly was weak and twitching, and so hot he almost thought his tail might be burned if he did not draw it away. Two nights later, when the house was very still, Sandy gently nosed the door of Baby's room open and stole in. The room looked so strange he was frightened for a minute, and then by the light of a dim lamp he discerned a strange object in the middle of the room. On approaching it he decided the family must have bought the new crib they had been talking of, as Baby had almost outgrown his carriage. As he jumped up on a chair in order to see the dear little face he had grown to love he noticed there were many flowers about. Those odoriferous objects that grow in the ground. He wondered if Baby had them there from preference. Personally he loathed flowers. They tickled his nose and made him sneeze. Baby was asleep, so Sandy lay down in the chair. Somehow, though, he couldn't close his eyes without once more climbing up and ten- derly licking one baby hand. But Baby didn't smile and seemed so cold. For the first time in his loyal little life Sandy was lonely in the same room with Baby. He curled up in the chair, and as he squeezed his eyes together to shut out the loneliness, a big tear trickled through the whiskers on his cheek. Thirtyffive