Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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THE BLUE MOON The Lake Pluck! Two ERY early in the year Qbefore Thanksgivingl Mrs. Caskin announced a prospective trip to Lake Placid to be taken by any of us who could provide a very reasonable fee. It sounded vague and mythical, but later the date was definitely set for the week-end of Washington's Birthday, and soon the trip began to be a reality. Lo! Came one February nineteenth, the day set for our departure, and nineteen persons, amid profuse farewells, much rain, excitement and enthusiasm, departed with thirty bags. Four o'clock found us in New York. At four-thirty we stormed Mr. Burnham's studio, as it were, for tea, which was delightful, and made doubly so when Madame Olga Petrova swooped in to ofliciate at the tea table. The best of friends must part, however, and the time came when Mrs. Caskin found it necessary to pilot her band further. So we hied ourselves by diverse methods to and through the Grand Central. Providence was kind, and we had ample time in which to lose and find ourselves, and get thoroughly excited about the trip, and to become aware that others, too, were en route to Placid for this particular week-end. All aboard our private car fone kind gentleman who liked our company was delicately oustedl, with Victrolas, bridge and Charleston exhibitions, we amused ourselves, and after almost literal coercion to get into the diner, ending by Mrs. Caskin acting as head-waiter, the appearance of persistent and unwelcome callers, the slow and not in the least sure preparedness of our berths, and finally sleep-the night passed. . Morning and the Adirondack hills. Morning and the Adirondack chills. Our destination reached. A sleigh met and took us to the club house, which was many times larger than any of us had ever suspected. Our rooms assigned, and having breakfasted, we dressed at once for our prospective exploits, and dressing it was in that climate. Layer after layer, and sweater after sweater, we donned. Thus began our glorious adventure. Three days, far too short, passed. Days filled with skating, skiing and tobogganing, not to mention driving cutters, attending tea dances and countless other fascinating things. Each girl did just as she pleased, and when she pleased, which made life there doubly interesting after the routine of school days. Nevertheless, Mrs. Caskin could quite safely count on us all to appear in the dining room at the proper time without aid of accustomed bells for our meals, which, I might insert here, were food for the gods as well as food for hungry boarding school inmates after a morning of winter sports. Such quantities and quality of food are not to be overlooked in the virtues of the Lake Placid Club. On Saturday night, those of us who still had pep enough to keep our eyes open found the per- formance of Three Wise Fools, given by the Utica Players in the club theatre, most entertaining. Mr. Boyton, the headmaster of the Lake Placid Boys' School, whom Mrs. Caskin knew, asked the little band of Caskinettes to come for tea to the school on Sunday afternoon, which, need- less to say, we were delighted to do. At the appointed hour, after a morning of sports, we walked the short distance to the school, where we were royally entertained by thirty-three boys, who were so fortunate as to attend school in this wonderful place. Many of us com- mented we had never seen a group of such attractive, well-mannered boys, a group with quite so much dignity and poise. a group so full of pep and fun, even before they took some of us tobogganing, and even before they asked us so gallantly to dance at the club tea dance. To complete Sunday's program we all attended a simple song service held quite informally in one of the club living rooms. After this, some of us went to a concert, and later to a movie, while others wound their weary way to bed. This can certainly be said of the Lake Placid Club and surroundings-there is always something to do. Next morning most of us pursued the various diversions of skating, skiing or tobogganing, but in the afternoon we all attended the International Ski Jumping Contest, which was new and interesting to every one of us. Monday night and time of our departure arrived simultaneously, and with repeated vows to return next year for a longer time we mounted th.e train bound for New York. Tuesday we spent in New York. After breakfast at the Biltmore, we made a true sight-seeing trip on top of a Fifth Avenue bus, and lunched at Alice Foot McDougal's tea room. It was all over but the shouting, but, nevertheless, we will all probably shout in subdued tones to our grandchildren when we're old and gray. Last, but not least, everyone will testify that Mrs. Caskin, a perfect chaperone, made the trip complete. Fiftyfour 11,1 Q ,. . gl M 1

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THE BLUE MOON x ...L IN BIBLE CLASS Pupil fto Mr. Gurley as he takes a pair of scissors from his pocketj: L'Why 4 do you carry scissors in your pocket? Mr. Gurley: Well, you see, I am a poor man and must keep my clothes in trim. Mary Ellen: Don't you like my looks bet- ter with my hair bobbed ? Friend: VVhatcha doin', fishin' for com- pliments? Mary Ellen: HI never Fish in shallow water. Miss Bleker: Name something necessary for life. Betty: Er- Miss Bleker- Correct, now name Il food rich in fats. Betty: But-er- Miss Bleker: Very good. VVHY STUDY? The more you study, the more you know: The more you know, the more you forget, The more you forget, the less you know- So why study? The less you study, the less you know: The less you know, the less you forgetg The less you forget, the more you know- So Why study? Ann four XVestern friendj on first sight of electric train: VVhere's the engine ? Expelled Stude: Hello, Dean, I'm back. Dean: I see you are. For what reason ? Expelled Stude: I read in that letter where I was expelled, but on the envelope it said, After live days return to Dean Reeves. Mrs. Caskin to Mary Eleanor Stewart: A puff of wind, a tiny breeze, A dainty pair of dimpled knees, Love at first sight. VVho said civilization is advancing? Do you know that we are going backward thousands of years? Do you know that when the mother went before Solomon to claim her child she was thousands of years ahead of anyone then living? For is it not a fact that she said, Yes, sir, that's my baby? Curly: My roommate is so lazy that she hasn't been up in time to get to chapel in three weeks. Deborah: l'That's nothing, mine is so lazy that for two years Miss Hinkle has thought she was an invalid. His Girl: I think l'll start with mock turtle soup: then l'll have some terrapin a la Maryland, some breast of quail with artichokes, a little bit of salad, marrons glaces and coffee. VVhat are you going to have? His Roomie: VVhy, I feel like a little fish. Fiftyfthree

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