M1 ISLW . 1 'D HIV H IIE A QU H All H A WM lil TIP IIE Q ? Ill Q50 HIS W iw' P THE CLA ECHATHAM HALL C HAM-VIRG 1 -X 0WE7L00Wkf7fL0W'Q3CL00WE3fL0WQ9fL0'0WM7C 3L00WQ3CL0Wk QA To LILLIAN HENSLEIGH The friend of each of us, to whom we owe a large parl of lhe fun of lhis, our Senior Year, Ive lovingly dedicate this hook. 4 N 1 THE CHATHAMITE DR. EDMUND j. LEE 4 THE -CHATHAMITE FAC U LTY AN D STAFF EIJMUND J. LEE, M.A., D.D. Rrrfor' MRS. EDIXIIIND J. LEE VIRGINIA IIENRY IIOI.'I'. INl.A llrun Iiugflzlvh ANNA A. ASGAARD, M.A. 15111111-XII. lfvrnmu Al'RA GILIIERT NVILLIAMS, M IIIIHIIIXII NONA D. BRAY Hixtnry LILLIAN IIENSLEIGII, M.S. .S'r1'rr1:'v SALLY R. TIIOMPSON. M.A. F'IYFlIl'1I ANUREIL LINIERE Frmlrll ELIZABETH SIMS, B.A. Mz1tl11'mu1iv.v KATIIARINE MARSHALL, B.A. Matlwmaticx, Gvuvral .S'r1'I'r1n' IIENRIETTA THOMSON Rrliyious Edurafion VIRGINIA STEVVART, M.A. Latin DOROTHY GRAY BALDVVIN, ILA 1.IbflIl'I.llIl DOROTHY JONES llomr Iirozxumirx ELINE IIOLST Art 937 PANSY ANDRIIS Piano ELYA NICIIULSON Piano IIOPE MILLER Sillglizlyl HAIL IIODGINIAN Ilrumurifzc, Iinullixll IIILDA BOI-IIIM .11flll1'Il'I'.v AMY VI'Il.I,IAMS, ILS. flllzlvtim, Ihznringy EDWARD VERNON BRUSH Bn.rinr.r.r Jllalrngzz-r, Rflflbllfl MARY CONOYER BRUSH Book Starr, Sflllffllf Hank, Riding ANNA STEAD VVARNOCK Svrrrtary DORIS TAYLOR S1'rn'fury FORINNE IJ. DAVIS I?0nkkvcfu'r DR. HENRY II. IIAINIMER l'l13-.viriuu PEARL VVILLIAMS Rf'xidf'r1t Nurxr LA IIRA K. POAGUE llousmnotlzrr LIVLII IFELTS Ilinitiull ELIZABETH REID HERNDON laundry SIlfl'fI'l1fl'lIdl'YIt THE CHATHAMITE THE CHATHAMITE BOARD Editor-in-Chief ......... ................. B ETTY ZABRxsK1E, '37 B - SALLY FERGUSON, '37 usmess Managers I CARROLL MONTGOMERY, '37 Literary Editor ...... ...,..,. L UCRETIA LE SEURE HOUGHTELING, '37 FRANCES MUNSON, '37 Assistant Literary Editorsn, ,,,,,,,, 1 GERQEEE 533552: L JULIA FORAKER, '38 Organizations Editor Li.i ,,,,,,, N ATALIE MUNSON, '37 Sports Editor ......... .......,. G ERTRUDE POTTER, 37 Art Editors ,...... ,,-,,,- i JEAN CRUMP I EMILIE TOWNSEND Faculty Adviser ...... Y.,.-.--,- M 155 STEWART 6 1937 1 f Q. .6 , N 9 YQ' ,XQGQQYQVJBXOQQ 03.0 K J. Juno? 09 U o 02,3 CS- ' ,img , QYQKK THE CHATHAMITE D Of' v 4, KD 1 bi QW fx., f- DOROTHY BABCOCK S50 Perl: Avenue New York City Entered February, l936g Member Cold Team. For what contend the wise? 'P Wd bJwlLMJNl'j,1f 'Jx0fl ln A M DO OTHY BET E ' 5 3, Mo ' Corn M Lp Kgltflyn, Pennsylv in ' re Fall, l93 mMr ol eamg mr R- : Secon etbal , Captai rf , ling Team, ay Day r 3 I936-37: Second y Tea ptaing l935- . Tied Fir for Divi 3 936-37: Ru r-up ' Te Double g 5-36: Astron my Club, cl.. wibsvz choir, , 1936- 7: r tic Association, . A. C.g I936- UX 37: sory Council, ptain Gold Team. Group Leader, Student Council. S! evere and to support. ov A - QR g X ' 5 KW jxfy OM 8 219 3 7 ANNE. MIDDLETON BUNDY 53l Warren Crescent Norfollt, Virginia Entered Fall, l935: Member Purple Team: I935-36: Second Baseball Team, Second Basketball Team: I935-36: Astronomy Club, Camera Club, Art Club: I935-37: Dance Club: I936-37: Dramatic Association: I936- 37: Chairman School Life Department, Dis- cussion Group Leader, Advisory Council, Stu- dent Council, Member May Court. So many worlds, so much to da, So little dare, such things to be. THE CHATHAMITE LAURA JEANNETTE. CAREY Farmington, Connecticut Entered Fall, l935: Member Purple Team: I935-37: Second Soccer Team: l935-36: Second Baseball Team, Hoclcey Varsity: I936-37: Runner-up Tennis Singles: I935- 36: Astronomy Club: l935-37: Music Club, Dance Club: I936-37: Glee Club, Dramatic Club: Temporary Student Council, Secretary and Treasurer o De otional Department. Vice-Presiden Secre and Treasurer X L f D65yc1..b Q. ,yy Q V, er 1 el loo s spr hdgxmind disclose XA: gy QL 1 se. sv :JR 0 uc sher es un5x , 'W lxglg X All . W tx rf ' , K 1 'I . ' A o7r+'-salsa . ,340-If V U0 LQ,-1' BA sf- JA ,wil ' t I 1 , . i r A . if lilQil'9y tolse 5 f -jfs J' viii gf A ff? sy Y fo I Tm: ll X l' ljlafj, A f x THE CHATHAMITE ' A Us p NJ? JQ' TQIEAN LOUISE. CAULKINS 70 East 96th Street Ae-fjffff 6, UXJX 133291 Tags X if Entered Fall, I934g Member Purple Team, I935-36: Astronomy Club, I935-37: Dra- matic Association, Art Club: Temporary Stu- dent Councilg i936-37: Discussion Group Leader, Anonymous Board, Advisory Council, President Senior Class, First Semester Honor Roll, Member May Court. A thin slip of a girl, like a new moon. MARY B. CARTER 308 Thornton Road Englewood, New jersey Entered Fall, 1935, Member Purple Teamg 1935-36: First Soccer Team, First Hoclrey Team, Varsity Basketball Teamg I936-37: Runner-up Tennis Doubles, I935-36: Astron- omy Clubg I936-37: Dramatic Association. To breathe and to be happy, run and shout, Idle,-but no delay, no harm, no lass. 1937 o g?.oQ-W , f f iyxgy, Ji5ig?3YfQfK X- fey Q Qi7f4QZ96g . J, pp 3x HE CHATHAMITE fxsfgofiwflwg of ' l MARIAN TOMPKINS COWLES 175 East 79th Street New York City v ,wif of Wai Entered Fall, l935g Member Gold Teamg 1935-36: May Day Drillg i936-37: Second Soccer Teamg I935-36: Astronomy Clubg 1935-37: Dramatic Club. There should no! be the shadow of gloom ln aught that reminds us of thee. . we ,OC S, as x on X 5 JEAN BREVARD CRUMIQV ' JJ?-V 2I3 East -asm shoot vfq 5,5 York city Q0 NW . 3 em er Purple Team: A Q, ' 1935-ae: Astronomy clung I935-37: An QQ' Clulag 1936-37: Dramatic Association, Dancpp Clubg Associate Art Editor CHATHAMIT CLD Year Book. SX W Build on and make thy castles hi h and fapv n YW19 H Q60 l EWDWWWQ i.ll1.. . - l 1 X - ' 10 .Tir J Yo! JY' CHATHAMITE VIRGINIA DOWNING 290 Summit Avenue S 9' Summit, New jersey -0- 'Jig aifu 1931-Mb.cldT . Q. JP ntere a , , em r o eam, W Q932-33: Second Soccer Teamg l932-34: Ngo? sas' Second Hockey Teamg l93I-32: Winner ug 4' 4 Pgunior Track Meetp l932-33: Winner Cro- U0' -ls' Q :quet Tournamentg Camera Clubg l93l-32: JP 'eA7g Sewing Clubg l933-37: Bit and Spur Clubg -3' 97' 4' I935-36: Astronomy Clubg I935-37: Sher- q 0' d go wood Dramatic Associationg I932-33: Presi- Q' crm ,dent Class Sub Freshman Member CHAT- Arz J: HAMITE swag 1933-35: President cuss, O G SSU935-37: Temporary Student Council: l936- hy Q 7 ' Advisory Council, President Bit and Spur xxx K L 'cl 5 i932-33: Croquet Cup, Cup for Most ff! 01- 6: 5s bPoinls in Horse show, l932-35: Bit and J' Ny U Spur Cupg I934-35: Alice Richter Cup. 1 think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd. LORNA HUBARD CRUTE. Chatham, Virginia Entered Fall, I932g Member Gold Team. Unchanging, and a friendly sentinel. 1937 y,,L,,,..dr...-. N...,w:q,N f , 'J9'7 ' THE CHATHAMITE 255151: 2 .371-0 MARY DYKEMA 4I0 Lakeland Avenue Grosse Pointe, Michigan Entered Fall, I935: Member Purple Team: I935-36: Second Soccer Team, Captain Sec- ond Basketball Team, First Hockey Team, First Baseball Team: 1936-37: Varsity Soc- cer Team, Varsity Hockey Team: l935-37. Sherwood Dramatic Club: I936-37: C. A. C., Substitute Discussion Group Leader, Ad- visory Council, President Student Council: I935-36: Honors in Latin: I935-37: Honor Roll. Possessed of health, and strength and peace of mind. J 1937 MARGARET CAROLYN ERSKINE Tryon, North Carolina Entered Fall, l935: Member Cold Team: I935-36: First Hockey Team, Second Basket- ball Team: l935-37: First Soccer Team: I936-37: Vanity Hockey Team: Winner Ping Pong Tournament: l935-36: Astronomy Club: I935-37: Art Club, Glee Club: I936- 37: Choir, Dramatic Club. Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet. 5Xo.veu-I 'Dun -LDV N bv'-5 been H bwmll PNVXOQ-Ryu! XQNA 3 5Y' ' ww Qll AVN' Lol' MWC, Luxe lil Lveyr 'QM-:vt 'Y E CHATHAMITE 3555-fMy 'N 4,9991 Vrgi-5' 99 oar, X04 Rf 50' AN153 PEYSTER GILDERSLEEVE . 610 Main Street X Jr Gildersleeve, Connecticut Q. X 3 f E Z Tu-,L Entered Fall, I935g Member Cold Team: l935-36: Second Basketball Team, Second Baseball Teamg I936-37: Second Soccer Teamg I935-36: Dramatic Associationg I935- 37: Music Club, C-lee Club, Choir. Friendship's emblem, whether the forlorn She visitelh, or shedding light benign Dolh make the happy happier. SARAH MOREWOOD FERGUSON 1322 Stratford Road Schenectady, New Yorlr Entered Winter Term, l935g Member Purple Teamg I934-35: First Baseball Teamg l935- 36: Second Basketball Team, Second Base- ball Team, Divingg 1935-37: First Soccer Teamg I936-37: Varsity Hockey Teamg I935-36: Runner-up in Swimming Meet: I934-37: Music Clubg I936-37: Astronomy Club, Bird Clubg Discussion Group Leader, President Music Club, Business Manager CHATHAMITE Year Book. 1 haven'l the will lo he spenl and sad: My hearfs lo he gay and true. 1937 BARBARA GRINNELL 379 County Street New Bedford, Massachusetts Entered Fall, I935g Member Purple Teamg l935-36: Second Baseball Team: I935-37: Second Soccer Team: I936-37: First Hocltey Team: l935-36: Astronomy Club, Music Club: I935-37: Dramatic Club, Clee Club. I am not one who much or oft' delight To season my fresicle with personal talk. THE CHATHAMITE 1 1 A 1937 KW' Entered Fall, EVELYN BYRD HENRY 93l Shirley Avenue Norfolk, Virginia 1935, Member Cold Team: y I935-36: Astronomy Club, l935-37: Art Club, Dramatic Association, Literary Circle. Roi ML 2S5xxmy3 Slit- QPIQHW-Wgll ' But not the sorl that makes a noise where S now there are so many. - ., sv D, J' C f . 4' P ok ju Ao v. JH ' og' . nys 5 15 Oy. df gt ,. ,..XR Q offs wwe' wk cu? THE CHATHAMITE 4 'Sd NJ J TH R 1 A BRYAN X SON 5 Vista Avenue ' Q Nu- ntered Fall 9bMember Pur eamg l934-35: sm som, ' Basket-Q33 Cincinnati, X 1 b Team, Varsity T l934- SQ, ecand Hoclt eam, Firs 5 Teamg 1935-36. ' Soccer Teamg nner Golf m t, Fall and ' gg I936-37: Run al Golf Touqgien I934 37 1- Bird 5 l934wClubi 1935-36i WAN Club, Dru'-rFl'lhAssociat'ong I935-37: Astronomy Club: I934-37: , A. C.g l935- 36: Wsident ice League, Vice- Club, P en unior Classy I936-37: ' Purple T , Vice-President Astron- l l tudent ncil, Discussion Group Leader Head of Devotional Department, Capt Purple Team, 1935-36: f Cup Miha ar s N. e lighy Y th is. 1 S A is yt M, , ELEANOR ELIZABETH HERRICK 935 Smith Lane Woodmere, Long lsland Entered Fall, l934g Member Purple Team: l934-36: Varsity Baseball Teamg I934-37: Varsity Hockey Teamg I935-37: First Soccer Team, I935-36: Runner-up Tennis Singles, Winner Tennis Doublesg I936-37 Fall: Win- ner Tennis Doublesg l935-37: Camera Club: I936-37: Dramatic Association: l934-37: President Bird Club, l935-36: Secretary ju- nior Class, Secretary Service Leagueg l936- 37: Cf A. C., Temporary Student Council Member, Substitute Discussion Group Leader, Advisory Council, President Service League, Member May Court. A gentle Maid . . . Whose pleasures are in mild yields gathered With joyousness and with a thoughtful cheer. I9n37 Gy 1 Yi + i LUCRETIA LE SEURE HOUGHTELING 3222 jackson Street San Francisco, California Entered Fall, l935g Member Gold Team: I935-36: First Basketball Teamg I935-37: Temporary Student Council Member: I936- 37: Discussion Group Leader, Editor of Lit- erary Magazine. Literary Editor CHATHAMITI-1 Year Book, Advisory Council, Chairman Social Outlook Department. Wil and sense, Virtue and human lfnanaledgef' t l 9-3.3 7 -v THE CHATHAMIT KXACVSX- 5 iw do-W -lf 151-'D GUN jpg JCM 93-29562 PM Lab Q9 L,b,.xL ul qgiffi' QQ-l-GLY? a.a,f-bl'-t-'Cl' ? - LC PAULINE THIERIOT KINGSLAND Hewlett, Long Island, New York Entered Fall, 1934, Member Gold Team: I934-35: Second Baseball Team. Second Hockey Teamg I935-36: Second Basketball Team: I935-37: Varsity Hocltey Team: I934-35: Dramatic Club, I935-36: Astron- omy Club, Art Club: 1934-37: Bird Club: 1936-37: Marshal, Head of Radio Commit- tee, Treasurer of Race Relations Department. Fire and ficklencss, a child, Most mutable in wishes, but in mind, A wil as various,-gay, grave, sage, or mild. ' ru. rf NJ i 1AfX'LAfgj J CN ' 'X 'U if - Q a LU-we ew' , MWLMJL '7- W ' , . THE CHATHAMITE5 'A-Q,.lf01.'vs ilu! yn' Q ' , QXQ I tak-,Xi . eff'-10Il'ik, MARYCARROLL MONTGOMERY 'K w ME MUNSON ope Street r ' ence, Rhode Island ntered F 1933: Member Purple Team: I9 3 ' econd Soccer Team: l935-37: First cer Team: I933-34: Art Club: Q, Q51 JS l934-36: Music Club: I934-36: Dramatic sociation: 1935-36: Astronomy Club: Marshal: I936-37: Associate Editor Literary Magazine, Assistant Literary Editor CHAT- HAMITE Year Book, President Northfield League, Vice-President Senior Class: l935- 36: First Prize Best Story in CHATHAMKTE: l936-37: Member May Court. Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Highland Avenue Short Hills, New Jersey Entered Fall, l935: Member Gold Team: 1935-36: First Hockey Team: 1936-37: Sec- ond Hoclcey Team, First Soccer Team: l935- 36 Spring: Runner-up Golf Tournament: l935-36: Dramatic Club: I935-37: Art Club: l936-37: Marshal, Assistant Librarian, Business Manager CHATHAMITE Year Book: Member May Court. 1 warmed both hands before the fre of life. 1937 NATALIE MUNSON North Latcbes Lane Merion, Pennsylvania Entered Fall, l934g Member Purple Teamg l934-36: Second Hockey Team. Second Baseball Team: I935-36: May Day Drill, l935-37: Second Soccer Team, Captain I935- 36, I934-35: Winner Tennis B Doublesg I934-37: Clee Clubg I935-36: Astronomy Club, 1935-37: Choir, Dramatic Associationg I935-36: Chairman Malte-up Department, l936-37: Substitute Discussion Group Leader, Organizations Editor CHATHAMITE Year Book. We .see you as we see a face Forever quiet, clear and cool. 1937 THE CHATHAMITE '.5aszsdi'5vt'?i'i K D k H Lf i 5 ,-15' .,,, . uxi tbwfifft m gfjq. 51 w ,, I 8631 ANN DOUGLq.g OBR ' New Haven l..awn'iClub X QQQ New Haven, Conn?ticu? i fi Entered Fall, l934g Member Cold Team, I934-35: Second Hockey Team: T935-36: May Day Drill: Dramatic Association: l935- 37: Dramatic Clubg 1935-36: Chairman f Red Cross Drive, Student Councilg I936-57: Discussion Group Leader, Anonymous Board, Advisory Councilg Vice-President Student , ftfffw i X . 1 Gln, 705' gf! Councilg 1934-35: Riding cup for QA! Most lmprovementg I936-37: Member May Court. ,Y an fl She hated bleak and wintry things alone. dn I All that was warm and qufclf she loved too -X well. 611 fl-N W or 7 YJ . if 4..5fAP' . 'V Qxdybb' Xb' of ,rf- X 509 'pkflbit' X THE CHATHAMITE I fff19 6cEERTRUDE MCCREADY - t bf Xu,-J POTTER L W Q 240 Shawnee Road, Mei-ion Golf Manor xp-99 , 49 ual Ardmore, Pennsylvania Entered Fall, l935g Member Purple Team, i935 36 Second Baseball Team l935 37 - : Q - I GM Choir, Clee Club, Dance Club, Art Club, X0 90460 seg' Jfgp .AD ' LQK' do Qi? Literary Circle, Dramatic Clubg I936-37: Head Marshal, Secretary and Treasurer Dramatic Club, Temporary Student Council, Associate Editor Literary Magazine, Sports Editor and Assistant Literary Editor CHAT- HAMITE Year Book, Member May Court. She walks in beauty like the night 0 Of clouciless climes, and starry skies. MARY MCBURNEY PHILBIN Bedford, Massachusetts Entered Fall, l934g Member Cold Team: 1934-35: First Hockey Team: I934-36: Sec- ond Baseball Teamg l935-36: First Soccer Team: I935-37: Second Hockey Team, I936-37: Second Soccer Team, Captain, l935-36: Dramatic Association, I935-37: Art Clubg I935-36: Vice-President Art Club: I936-37: Marshal, Temporary Student Coun- eil, Anonymous Board, Secretary and Treas- urer of Senior Class, President Art Club. To Hp from, need not be lo hate, mankind. 19 37 2' u-Wy 9 a'N ko 9 cNN YJVN 6,6- Qo! exx CXK Cix- gvfg an 'Qc 'Sv Vigo w Magee , 9, fofo begs 'Z 9,4-1- '!'oNX THE CHATHAMITE .p9'Q W 9, Z, G' xovf' QP xo xwwv Y w-0 EILEEN J. PYLE 21 Clit? Street Waterbury, Connecticut Entered Fall, 1933, Member Cold Team, I935-36: Second Hockey Teamg I936-37: Second Soccer Teamg I935-36: Astronomy Club: I936-37: Dramatic Association, I933- 34: Secretary-Treasurer Freshman Classg I934-35: Vice-President Sophomore Class. .- Your meditations are far Wanderers, And you must have them all home before dark. ' E fr mi - 1937 JULIA HOWLAND ZIMMER ROGERS 2l6 Pearson Drive Asheville, North Carolina Entered March, l936g Member Purple Team, l935-37: Clee Club, Choir, I936-37: Music Club, Dramatic Club, Student Council, Secre- tary of Race Relations Department, Discus- sion Group Leader, President Glee Club, Ad- visory Councilg Maid-of-Honor May Court. She beloved for a lfindliness Rare in fable or history. yy Q! fa- ,f N QMS' if ,rmfyfsffyf-gf oPgJ't'5' fflef fy NJA W io! Qff! :gb OgQ5DTf'?i7U,J93LCg Jag 0 A99 Q, fb Ycyqfqrne CHATlrIAMITE Qsiiff MARY ELIZABETH LEE ' , RUST YCDCOUIICO Leesburg Vlfglllll Z xp ' ntqed Fall, I935: Member Gold Team: wi-36: Second Soccer Team, Second df ' xlclockey Teamg I936-37: Captain First Soccer eam, Varsity Soccer Team, First Hockey eamg l935-36: Astronomy Club, Dramatic Bit and Spur Clubg l936-37: Art 3 l935-37: Student Councilg President ' iiomy Club, Vice-President Bit and Spur lu Wee-Ca tain Gold Team, Advisory gg? 0 , : Honor Roll, 1936-37: aio' w May CPD 65 l Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light L X Of a dark eye in woman! GERTRUDE VANDER POEL ROSE 239 Edwards Street New Haven, Connecticut Entered Fall, 19345 Member Cold Teamg I934-35: Second Soccer Team, Second Bas- ketball Teamg I934-36: First Hockey Team Second Baseball Teamg I935-37: First Soc- cer Teamg I934-35: Dramatic Club: I935- 36: Dramatic Association, Art Clubg Mar- shal, I936-37: First Lady-in-Waiting May Court. . . . her hair, Making a golden glory in the air. 1937 'im fxmmsem ,. EMILIE KENNEDY TOWNSEND Merion and Greystone Roads Merion, Pennsylvania Entered Fall, l934g Member Purple Teamg 1934-35: Second Hockey Teamg I935-36: First Hockey Team, Varsity Soccer Teamg I936-37: Second Soccer Team, Varsity Hoclcey Teamg I934-37: Art Clubg l935-37: Dramatic Associationg 1935-37: Temporary Student Councilg I936-37: Secretary and Treasurer Art Club, Art Editor CHATHAMITE Year Boolc, Discussion Group Leader, Treasurer Service League. Cive me your palicnce, sister, lvllile l frame Exact in capitals your golden name. 1937 THE CHATHAMITE i qmyfuz Qx5DU.Ib7.bl alibi? 'Draw idk-mfg MARCIA STOCKBRIDGE. TUTTLE 5 Nb 9515 fm Millbrook, New York 1 .IV Virzifi L3 A Entered Fall, I934g Member Cold Team, l934-35: Riding Tournamentg l934-36: First Baseball Teamg l935-36: Second Soccer Team, Diving Team, May Day Drillg I936- 37: Winner Tennis Singles, Runner-up Ten- nis Doublesg I934-35: Dramatic Club: 1934- 37: Bird Club: l935-36: Art Club: I935- 37: Astronomy Clubg l936-37: Marshal, Secretary Bird Club, Vice-President Astron- om Club' I934-36- Honor Rollg I935-36: Y I ' Honors in Mathematics. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me. Gi Cir -MLM 5 5 'b ew 'L-5515. THE CHATHAMITE I 2--QM-4..i -5,...,a- YYIG-o MARGARET VAUGHAN Galax, Virginia Entered Fall, l935p Member Purple Team: I935-36: Astronomy Clubg I935-37: Glee Club, Choir, Music Club: I936-37: W Dance Club. Hom could the might, that lurks within her, then Be .sl1onvn? VIRGINIA PALMER WARD Orchard Lake, Michigan Entered Fall, 19354 Member Cold Teamg l935-36: Astronomy Club, Camera Club. violet by n mossy alone Half liiidig from the eye I OQVJ ie wggfvfv' ,iwiw A lkifiww M 0 fi' at ul. 530 X ff to o Q0 L . , f'51.' if up I S Ar Q V X9, DX-XIXSLTHE CHATHAMITE 96 5 r 'Dx 42,5 X, NANCY WATERS 65 3rd Street Carden City, Long lsland, New York Entered Fall, 1934: Member Purple Team l935-36: Second Basketball Teamg I936-37 Astronomy Club, Library Proctorg I934-36: Honor Roll. Deep and slow, exhausting though! And living wisdom with each sludious year. SQ-07' S Cpbwyoy Cv- J-SMS. if J, X Q93 :Xl YQ. sf- S we g' - XQGJMQ L . 2 1937 Aa VIRGINIA RANSON WILLIAMSON 35 Aberdeen Road Elizabeth, New jersey Entered Fall, I935g Member Gold Team: I935-36: Varsity Soccer Team, Varsity Bas- ketball Team, First Baseball Team, Second Hockey Teamg l936-37: Captain First Hockey Team, l935-36: Runner-up Tennis Doubles: Dramatic Club, Astronomy Clubg C. A. C., l936-37: Discussion Group Leader, Advisory Council, Editor-in-Chief Anony- mous, Student Council, President C. A. C. Happy in beauty, life, and love, and everything. 'X wail Shtgcrfff' QLQ-Q 326152 xp--Bom Ei- xlmktgi Q Q Slvti U-H-L-1 J-9 'Ala-A1.ouS tial 'K0Alb-oT.-- l'S9f'-'-W-414-'NIQNNO-want THE CHATHAMITE Sag .ew 36,0 Literary QP af , W ' - Entered 59 l933-37 1934-37 Literary ELIZABETH HOYT ZABRISKIE. ' 23 Gramercy Park New York City Fall, 1933, Member Gold Team, . Dramatic Club, Glee Club, Choir: : Music Club, I935-37: Dance Club, Circleg I935-36: Associate Editor Magazine, Assistant Literary Editor u-A, CX? ' CHATHAMITE Year Book, I936-37: Assistant Choir Director, Advisory Council, Leader Lit- 'I erary Circle, Secretary and Treasurer Glee oh Ay Club, Secretary Service League, Student Coun- Yi , cil, Editor-in-Chief CHATHAMITE Year Book, gr! I933-34: junior Scholastic Medalg I933-37: Honor Roll: i935-36: Runner-up J Dramatic Medal. 5 a gb vp Yet knowledge came, A 'Ju Sought or unsoughl, and influxes of power ,ml- Came, of themselves. -5. BARBARA WINLOCK 925 Park Avenue New York City Entered Fall, l933g Member Purple Team, I935-36: Tournament: I933-35: Dramatic Clubg I936-37: Dramatic Association, Bit and Spur Clubg I935-36: Chairman Social Outlook Department: l936-37: Chairman World Outlook Department. Seek who will delight in fable 1 shall tell you truth. 1937 THE CHATHAMITE SENIOR CLASS WILL E, the Senior Class, do hereby in our last Will and New Testament fling all selfishness to the winds and bequeath on the school in general all our various and sundry girlish talents. We will not need them in our new world. Evelyn Byrd smiles a quiet, dimpled smile and leaves her lady-likeness to Stokes. Ellie Herrick tells a little bird fspecies A. Splay feet, fallen arches, to give her early morning activity to Ethel Randolph. Diddie has a hard time choosing between her pretty feet and Queenly Coiffure. She finally leaves the latter behind to Dale Rollins. Doffy, with a sigh of relief, leaves her sense of responsibility to Mary McClean McKissick. Anne Bundy, with a toss of her pretty southern head, leaves her tactful remarks to Freddie Berger. Laura Carey, gurgling Aw gee, leaves her inner gleam to Betsy Evans. Mary Carter, in her fastidious fashion, leaves her neatness to Jean Stewart. Jeano, with efficient directness, leaves her shy, retiring nature to Emily Griffin. Grinnell looks bitterly out the window, bites her lip, and finally surrenders her wit to ,Ioany Wyeth. It is a great sacrifice. While Marian with some difficulty is making herself understood, she donates her accent to Chicagoan Alice Blair. Jean Crump, peering from beneath bushy bangs, bequeaths her artistic ability to Helen Owsley. Take it and hold it, Helen. lt's worth something. Lorna Crute would take something from the school which it needs greatly if she did not leave her vitality behind her in the protective care of Sheila Clark. Ginny Downing, with tremendous preference for her beloved beasts, leaves her man- hatred to Sara Hastie. Of course, Sara won't need to use it, but one must have things in reserve. Dyky, between mouthfuls, sheds a gourmand's tear and regretfully leaves her appetite to Phyllis Tenney. Ten pounds in two days-guaranteed! Carol Erskine manages to put off on Julie Foraker her very feminine gift of procras- tination. Sally Ferguson, her joie de Vivre bursting out of her, suppresses it, and flings it in compressed form to Ethel Lasell. Gilder holds her head where it hit the ceiling, and quite gratefully gives to Bunny Mallory her bouncing buoyancy. With that as an addition, Bunny, you'd better have a special house built for you. Carroll Montgomery thrusts her original head into the midst of the lawyers, and yells in a high, shrill tone. I have just left my thrilling, throbbing voice to Clara Clapp. We all eject her hastily. 27 I937 THE CHATHAMITE Kitty Hobson, the most cynical of sneers on her hard face, bestows her atheism on Jean Crispell. Lukie laughs and laughs with her head thrown back. She then goes to a plastic surgeon, and kindly hands over her discarded classic Creek profile to the Osborns. Mary with the nose! Anne with the mouth and chin! Wheel P. K. rushes around madly and in between unanswered questions which she answers herself, manages to will definitely her strong silent nature to Polly Pell. Franny Munson merely looks divine, and leaves her dark mystery to Pitney. Look out, Pit, you'll become obscure. Nat Munson, singing Every day as the months roll on, my tailored perfection I gaily don, takes to frills and leaves her T. P. to Louise DeBardeleben. Ann Orr, with simply incredible philanthropy, reluctantly resigns her hail-fellow- well-met ideas to cold Alice Hollister. Maisie, who spends most of her time relaxing, flows over with bliss, and in a moment of frenzy leaves her love of the world in general to Evie Mills. Gertie-Pots, scratching her head with a swizzle stick, dashes off a puzzling poem called Life in a Blotter, and hands it with a flourish to Elsie Hyde, who takes a deep breath and bounds out of the room to compare it with her Dieting Mary ,lane Hart receives and displays proudly to the world Eileen Pyle's deep purple passion. Be careful of him, Mary jane. He's delicate and breaks easily. ,lulie Rogers gives one of many nice characteristic traits, her philanthropy, to Marie Hulburd, who takes it along with a diamond ring from her mother. Gertie Rose, her dark skin glowing, bequeaths her West Indian fan to Moppy Rivinus. Baby Mitchell, who is mentally shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, is foiled when she finds herself the proud possessor of Betsy Rust's intent gaze. Next year's unknown Service League Treasurer will be lucky but long-suffering in spite of the fact that Em Townsend has left her her ever-pleading oratory, as a parting gift. Marcia Tuttle, chin up, shoulders back, ties her repartee up in a nice package, and presents her ability to always have the last word to Efhe Siegling. You'll have to lose some of that soft southern drawl, Effie. Vaughan sugar-foots, waltzes, flea-hops, but leaves her Ol' Southern Shag to an eager recipient, Janet Jamison. Pittsburgh should benefit by it. Ginny Ward leaves her inherent delicacy to Peggy Ward. Peggy laughs and makes this witty remark, From one Ward to another. Applause. Miss Holt looks directly at Nancy Waters. Nancy Waters looks directly at the ground and murmurs, You may have my radical outlook, Miss Holt. Ginny Williamson, beside herself with joy at something, impulsively thrusts her dynamic spontaneity into the hands of Sally Linen. Winnie laughs a little laugh, and abruptly gives her green stockings to the Drama- tic Club. We hope Woodle will stop long enough to scrutinize even half-heartedly Zabriskie's many, many interests which have been heaped generously upon her. 28 l937 THE CHATHAMITE SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY -MARY DYKEMA-sped merrily across the sky in my little Chrysler motoplane. It was a beautiful day, and the traffic on the new Stratosphere Highway was quite light, but I didn't have much chance to enjoy the surroundings, for I was on my way to an important criminal case, and I could not be late. I reached a turn, and there was a light, a red light. Somehow, I just felt like breaking rules-anything to get to the courtroom on time. And there was nothing in sight. So I went on, but just then a huge something came crashing in from a side road and hit me and- I came to in the hospital, propped up by innumerable pillows and feeling a bit hazy. All the other beds were filled, but the occupants were snoring peacefully. A small white- clad figure trotted between the beds. Nurse! I yelled with much vehemence. She turned, and trotted to me. The face seemed familiar. Suddenly it dawned upon me-Sally Ferguson! A grin of recognition slowly spread over her features. But then she looked puzzled fnay-troubledll. CAII this time she was coming down the corridorj All at once a tremendous sneeze echoed through the ward, and all the patients sat up and began to complain. However, Sally had reached me by now, and we were lost in conversation. A doctor, hearing the howls of the disturbed patients, roared in to see what was the matter. She was quite capable looking, but a bit annoyed. I looked again-Mary Carter! Of course, it was she. Mary called everything to order in a jiffy and left Sally struggling to make me stop talking. Just then an attendant pushed a wheel chair through the ward. A woman was seated in it, babbling, If you haven't handed in your Service League pledges, do so at once! Two plus two- Someone in the next bed murmured, UU. S. Secretary of the Treasury Townsend, recovering from nervous breakdown, due to too much balancing of the budget. The next day a very efficient lawyer came in to interview me for damages to the bus which I had run into fat least, he said it was a busl. Miss Caulkins, he said- Who? I queried. Miss Caulkins, the bus-driver. She was taking her Sunday School class out on a picnic, had chartered a bus for the occasion, and was taking them for a ride. She's filing a damage suit against you. The case came up some time later. CI meanwhile spent my days digging up cash to pay a Hne for running past a red light.J As I entered the hallway of the courthouse, I observed a singular looking person, with paint brush in hand, busy covering the walls with distinctly fuzzy looking murals. I couldn't understand why. All of a sudden I caught sight of the initials, B. C. Jean Crump. I looked again. The features were the same, but something was missing. The Bangs! And the paint brush-the same! I consulted an attendant- Yes, she's our foremost unrealistic painter, quoth he. I almost staggered into the courtroom. The judge had not yet appeared. Having nothing else to do, I began to consult a copy of Life, which I had bought just a few minutes before. The first page to which I turned bore a picture of a highly familiar face with the following remark: Miss Gertrude Rose, leader of the 'Red' riots staged in New Haven this week. The banner which she carries bears the following inscription, 'Down with capitalistic labor, or all labor for that matterl' Just then the judge came in. But as I shut the copy of Life, I noticed a glamorous ad on the back cover adorned with a portrait of an exotic platinum-blonde, who, how- 29 1937 THE CHATHAMITE ever, had the unmistakable features of Carroll Montgomery. At last she had attained her goal-the hair, I mean! I looked up-the judge was seated. But the Roman nose, the judiciary brow-why. it was Doffy Bettle, forsooth, who after weighing our merits and pardoning our offenses with such hrm judiciary power at school had become an honored justice, later to become, perhaps, who knows, a member of the Supreme Court-if there is one! My case was not the first. While the other trial was going on, a sleek and well- groomed woman entered, with a copy of True Detective Stories under one arm. She sat down amid much whispering. Someone behind her murmured- Why that's Frances Munson! You know, the one who writes those divine Dime Detective stories. Heavens! Could this be Chatham's classic muse of the pen? Uh-huh. The next case was a criminal one. Munson seemed quite interested. While the attorney-for-the-defense made his opening remarks to the jury, I must confess, my attention wandered. The press was seated in the front row of the gallery. I couldn't help but stare at one prosperous-looking woman reporter. She did so look like l..ukie Houghteling. I asked someone. Yeah, that's her! She's the city editor of The Buglcr out on vacation. Had Lukie really taken editorship so seriously? I should have thought her morning assembly pleas for contributions to the Literary Magazine so many years ago would have been enough. Just then I heard groans of rapture among the male members of the gallery. A beau- tiful woman walked in, dressed in the height of tailored style. I could envisage a shining limousine waiting for her down on the street. She turned her profile towards me. English class-I 937. Miss Holt, saying, Marian Cowles, will you please read us your version of Browning's philosophy? Yes, it was Marian. I had heard that she was around town, but had not chanced to see her before. And I comprehended the beauty of the clothes she wore, too. For I had seen that Natalie Munson, the famous woman's tailor, had asked those voted to be the ten best-dressed women in the country if they would honor her with their patronage. fMarian was No. l in America that year.J The murder case was awaiting the return of the jury. They entered slowly. Judge Bettle interrogated the spokesman, whom I could not see. ,lust then someone in front of me moved, and I saw Cuildersleeve's beaming face, as she gurgled- We, the jury, find the defendant not guilty. Then came my case. I went forward to take the oath. But whom should I see as I turned to swear, To tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God, but Carol Erskine. Unlike the courtroom attendants in the movies, she administered the oath slowly and deliberately. I couldn't tell why. Suddenly I noticed that she was looking down and not at me, in a sort of trance. I followed her gaze and saw in her hand a tiny sheet of yellow paper-Aha! The Tryon Cazeiie. CI had always hoped that that paper would grow up some day, but at this time I saw that my hopes must be frustrated? I ascended the stand. The District Attorney had consented to handle Miss Caulkins's case. Suddenly a flood of words broke over me and I found myself crushed to earth by their rapidity and force. After a moment, this ceased. But surely, I thought, has some- one at last been found who can talk faster than 'P. Kf Kingsland? She's had the world's title so long I'd have hated to see her lose it! I looked up-it was UP. K. herself, talking faster than I had ever heard her. I knew that she'd gone to a training school in that line-but- A loud mutter from the gallery distracted my attention. I peered back. Someone had entered and was standing in the middle of the aisle, with a huge telescope, which was directed at the great glass ceiling. I looked up involuntarily. The night had come on, and all the stars were shining. Finally, an usher came up and tapped the intent astronomer on the shoulder. At last, a head became visible above the telescope. Those dark unfathomable eyes, that drawl, as she said, Oh, ah me, so sorry. I'd hoped you wouldn't mind, could 30 1937 THE CHATHAMITE belong to none other than Betsy Rust. She walked slowly out, while two small attendants dragged the telescope out after her. The District Attorney fired another question at me, How many miles an hour do you suppose you were going? I don't know. Call the mathematics department, she cried. The court waited in silence for about five minutes. At the end of that time a woman entered the room and stormed down to the bench. She carried a ruler, several compasses, a protractor, and an adding machine. It was Marcia Tuttle! District Attomey Kingsland demanded of her that she find out how many miles an hour I was going when the accident occurred. Marcia thereupon proceeded to measure my height. my waist-line, and the length of each leg. Then, seated on the floor, she began to mutter strange incantations to herself-like, The square of the hypotenuse equals the sum of the squares of the other two sides. Finally she drew herself up to her full height, and announced, 90 and M3 miles per hour. Then she stalked out. At that moment ten small boys, all dressed in sailor suits, rose up from the gallery, and piped in a childish treble, Hear, hear! Their agitated mother, Evelyn Byrd Henry, tried to calm them, but to no avail. The next instant another line of ten small boys, this time dressed in gray uniforms which looked strangely Hargravish to me, stood up and shrieked, So what? Lorna Crute, distracted beyond measure, rose up to calm her darlings, but was finally forced to take them out. As she and the ten left, a very nice couple strolled in. The woman leaned down and affectionately patted the tenth on the head. Oh, Gordie, she squealed, aren't they just too cute for anything? Gordie looked a bit baflled, but murmured an assent. I then looked twice at the woman as she dragged Gordie to a seat in the first row. It was Eileen Pyle! So at last her day-dreams had come true! After all this uproar, District Attorney Kingsland ordered that the courtroom be cleared. So I saw no more old faces that day. flncidentally, Jeano won the case., Meanwhile, the trial I was on my way to attend when my accident had occurred was awaiting my return to active service. At last it got under way again. This time, as I entered the courthouse, the murals by Jean Crump were done. I noticed a rather familiar-looking woman staring at them intently through a pair of lorgnettes, silver-handled, set with sapphires. It was Gertrude Potter, world-famous, Italian art connoisseur. She turned to me as I passed, and murmured, Why must they patronize these execrable American artists? Charity begins at home, I replied, and stalked into the courtroom. The case was a murder case, and Mary Philbin, noted underworld figure, was my client for the defense. District Attorney Kingsland was on hand again, which was rather disconcerting. Since the murder had been committed on one of the city picnic-grounds, the Head of the National Picnic-Ground Committee, Anne Bundy, was present. For the benefit of the gallery, she opened the trial with a description of the fatal scene. It seems that Maisie fphilbinf was eating a peanut-butter and bacon sandwich in the company of Ginny Downing and Ginny Williamson. The former had brought her latest trick horse with her fwho, incidentally, was almost humanf. Maisie was in the process of making some cynical remark when the horse, Goldilocks, whinnied. Maisie lost her temper, and, it was contended, killed Goldilocks who fbeing almost humanl was considered murdered. No one knew how it was done, except that someone had advanced the theory that Maisie had a henchwoman hiding in the woods with a sawed-off shotgun equipped with a silencer. The only person who could be discovered on the scene was Eleanor Herrick but her only possible weapon was a pair of binoculars. She said she was looking for birds, but since Eleanor had never been interested in birds, it seemed improbable. 31 T937 THE CHATHAMITE Of course, there was Ginny Williamson, but since she was Secretary of the City Police Force, on holiday, it seemed hardly right to suspect her. During this explanation of the crime, I looked about the gallery. In the front row was Ann Douglas Orr, Head of New I-laven's Woman's Club, weeping copiously at the injustice she believed was being imposed on her old friend, Maisie. On the other side sat Margaret Vaughan, whom I had heard was in town aiding in the research work on such staid, old-fashioned dances, as the shag, on which she is an expert. The only different thing about her was her hair. I couldn't figure out what she had done to it, until suddenly I noticed Diddy Babcock, the famous hair-styles designer, sitting next to her. By this time the District Attorney had argued herself hoarse, so the court took a recess. Meanwhile, Laura Carey, a dancer in the employ of the W. P. A., came out and entertained the gallery with a specimen of terpsichorean art. fMaybe, that's the right word-I couldn't swear to itll At last the court came into session again and in spite of my impassioned oratory the case was lost. I went home to listen to the radio, and tuned in on Barbara Snooper Grinnell, Walter Winchell's successor on the Fluffy-Wuffn flour program. The execution was to take place a week later, at five thirty-one and a half in the morning. Grieving for poor Maisie, I decided, however, to go to bid her farewell. I arrived at five-ten. As I came to her cell, a tall chaplain was reading prayers over Maisie, who was weeping tears of repentance for this crime she hadn't done. The chaplain ended, and turned to me. Imagine my surprise to find that it was Kitty Hobson who had been performing the next to the last rites over my poor friend. It had been Maisie's last request that Mme. Julie Rogers, the famous opera star, should sing a hymn as she walked the last mile. So, while Maisie slowly started towards an undeserved punishment, Julie's soft voice thrilled all who listened. But Stop! someone yelled. Hold everything! Miss Philbin's been reprievedl The real criminal's been found! At that moment there was a blinding flash as someone clicked a picture of the startled group. As soon as we could see again, we saw Virginia Ward, the Daily Mirror's crack candid camera woman, rush down the corridor in the direction of her far-distant editor. Well, the upshot of it all was this. Miss Barbara Winlock, the famous anthropologist, had been strolling around the scene of the crime, when she came upon a strange creature, swinging from tree to tree with fiendish glee. Zabriskie, she shrieked, and her an- thropological instinct was right. It was that rare species of Mad Megia which is noted for its ferocity. Its very presence can cause the death of any animal except man. Winlock, being a very quick thinker, put two and two together, and deduced the cause of Goldi- locks's death. That night, as I staggered wearily homeward, I bethought that I would enjoy some- thing to read-something soothing. So I went into a small library that stood nearby, and asked the librarian, Nancy Waters, who for once knew where to find things in the library, for a good book. How about a murder story? she suggested. I swooned. llllllllllllllllllll This may sound most irregular, but I assure you that it's all quite true. Witnessed by my own hand this seventeenth day of July, l95Z. WV 32 1937 Who has done most for Chatham ......... Who has done most for the class ....A... Most popular with students ....... Most popular with teachers ..... Best athlete ........... Brainiest .......,... Best looking ......... Cutest .,.......,,,,... Best dressed .....,. Most lady-like ....... Most unobtrusive Prettiest hair ..,... Best figure ...... Neatest ,,,..,,,....,... Most comical ......... Worst punster .,..... Most optimistic ...... Noisiest ............. Most pessimistic ..... Most versatile .i...... Most tactful .......... Most thoughtful ..... Plucluest .,...,.,,.,.,.,.., Most conscientious.. Most stubborn .....,. Most energetic ...... Quickest thinker ..... Most argumentative Most sophisticated ........ ,,,,,,,,, Most widely-read ,,,..,.. ,,,,,,,,, Best singer .......,,,., Best actress .... Best dancer .... THE CHATHAMITE ........Mary Dylcema ..........Jean Caulkins Mary Dykema .. Julia Rogers Anne Bundy etty Zabriskie ......E.leanor Herrick .......Betty Zabriskie .......Gertrude Potter ........Jean Caulkins ...........Marian Cowles .......Evelyn Byrd Henry ........Virginia Ward ............Gertrude Rose .,..........Mary Carter Carroll Montgomery ...........Jane Gildersleeve .........Maisie Philbin ..................Julia Rogers .,.,.....Pauline Kingsland ........Maisie Philbin .....,.Betty Zabriskie ........Mary Dykema ..........Betsy Rust .......Julia Rogers .......,.Nancy Waters .....Barbara Winlock .........Virginia Williamson ..........Marcia Tuttle ...................Marcia Tuttle .Carroll Montgomery .Carroll Montgomery .t..........Julia Rogers .......Betty Zabriskie ...........Laura Carey Most arhstlc ............. ....... E milie Townsend Biggest man-hater... First to get married 1937 .......Virginia Downing .........Eileen Pyle THE CHATHAMITE WE'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER PET WHAT SHE NAME WHERE ABOMINA- ASPIRES TO WHAT FOUND T1oN BE SHE I5 Babcock, Diddy ln Crumpie's room lnsincerity Married A school-girl Cowles, Marian Inailirglresbylerian Giggling A doctor A New Yorker Mumon, Nag ln a Brooks Rah-nh Who knows? Impregnable Williamson. GinnY Lookin? for sob. of Sellishness The knobs Restless peop e Vaughan, Mar ln the tearoom Damyanlzees A radical Southern Rogers, julie Breakfasting in bed Paper-crunchers Torch-singer An optimist Herrick, Ellie Getting the bird Onions Ornithologist Gracious Carey, Laura In her bathrohe Order A lawyer Lighthearted Ersltine, Carol Listening to the vic Bffcelel' An artist Swing-fiend janglers Potter, Gerty Killing wasps with Baby Bedroom slippers jack-of-all-trades Frank Bundy, Bun At the Bruslfs Growing old Gay divorces Naive owning, Ginny Tl'liUill8 Coll' Siuiel Somflhing lo do Energetic D with horses Hobson, my Fogjjfilgfh' F 'd Detail Fam lady-preacher ldeslist Philbin, ,,Maisie,, Sciultlnizing the waist- Life DiuiPated-looking Cyglielmopher Klnlillndi HP- K-U P55598 Pictures Waimea' Sophisticated lmPLllsive Zabriskie, Betty On the stage Cheer leaders A222128 but an Unusual Pyle, Eileen Writing letters Conceit A good friend ln love , y reward g up ear y a ahve n ang: e Ward -'cami Wi i 5 ' Gettin I T lk ' 1 t 'bi Caulkins, jeano Yelling for Pit Neil mldcnland' Owner of a family Pickle mg Jo es 34 1937 THE CHATHAMITE WE'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER NAME Egijilffg A135 iiliNA- Xsgiiiiiiss lib MEAE TION -a BE Heiiiy, Em Reading The Lag Monday iiiiicii Mjifgnff lm Liiay-iii. Winlock, Winnie Talking Gushing A diplomat Stubborn Rust, -'Betsy' Hiding iiiiasi ii biim Squeaky nom Fai-iigiiisa Near-sighted Gildersleeve, Gil ln the tub Mayonnaise Something Comical Carter, Mary Under a White Flag Harvard A doctor H221 of smooth Montgomery, Mont Reading Children Platinum-blonde On the way Tuttle, Marcia In Dyl:ie's room Hypocrisy A Helen Wills Generous Munson, Franny ln the back row Athletics A writer Elusive Orr, Annie Relaxing Unpoised people Ina Ray Hutton The Greeks had a word for it Crump, Crumpie Diddy's room Wrinkled sheets Costume-designer Cojmlne' esigner . .. . .. Chasing Miss Women's . . Charhamy, 3,-ug- Houghteling, Lulcie Hcnsleigh Auxiliaries Great journalist sling ediror Dyltema, Dykie Eating prunes Lack of time lmaginative Pragtical Fe on Sall An h sn 'n Wet bathin suits Kindergarten U h' ' d ISHS i y YW ere CCZI 3 E teacher nsop isticate Crute. Crutie Chatham ticket-booth Housecleaning Typist, etc. Sincere Bettle, Deity In the pool Coming-out Architect Conscienrious .. .. Reading the Philadel- Chatham Successful Townsend' Em phia Ledger mattresses decorator Neat Waters, Nancy In the library Browning Soapbox agitator Revolutionary Rose, 'Gertrudel' Prinlting Oral reports Second Mary Taylor Lazy I H . n Distance between Grinnell, Grendel' With Budy here and Pan, She doesn't care Pixillated ama 35 1937 .Epi THE CHATHAMITE Mr. Duncan ...... Mr. Taylor ....... THEIR THEME SONGS ............The Best Things Happen At Night .,,,..,,,.,.,Little Man With the Hammer Miss Boehm ........, .................. H e's fust My Bill Miss Holt .,.,,,,,,,.. ,..,.... I Can't Escape from You Miss H. Thomson .... .....,,,...,,.,....,,,... I Ain't Gonna Sin no More Miss S. Thompson... ............A...,.................................. My Cal Sal Miss Asgaarcl ....... Don'l Stop Me If You've Heard It Before Miss Liniere ,.,,.. .,.,,,.,.....,....,.....,,.,.., H inky Dinlfy Parley-Voo Mrs. Poague ..... Miss Sims .,..,.... Mrs. Bray ........ Miss Hodgman ..,.. Miss Stewart ..i..... Old Lady ,,......Talfe a Number from One to Ten Boston Tea Party Scene Changes ...........She's a Latin CFrom Manhattan Pj Mrs. Williams ,,,.,..,, ,.,,,..,....,..,...,.. I 've Cot a Pain in My Salvdust Miss A. Williams ....,.,. ......... I 've Cot Rhythm in M y Nursery Rhymes Miss Marshall ....,,,,., ................. W hy Stars Come Out ai Night Mrs, Felts ,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,............ T iptoe Thru the Tulips Dr. ancl Mrs. Lee .... Mrs. Herndon ..... Miss Hensleigh ........ Miss Jones ........... Miss L. Williams.. Miss Nicholson ..... Miss Andrus ..... Miss Baldwin ....... Mrs. Davis ........,.. Mrs. Warnock ...... The Brushes ,........ Miss Miller ...... Dr. Hammer ..... Mr. Rainey .......... .........The Little Red Schoolhouse .,,,.......,,,......,...,....Washhoard Blues ...........,.,..Everything's Been Done Before S Let's Have Another Cup 0' Cofee 1 and Let's Have Another Piece of Pie ....................Pardon My Southern Accent ..........1'm Nuts About Screlvy Music Rather Lead a Band .......lf I Had a Talking Picture of You and Figures ..........Knoclf, Knock, Who's There and Mrs. ls the Name Thee I Sing ...,..................,,You're a Builder-Upper ......,.Little Man, You've Had a Busy Day 36 1937 as Vi? fl:-'sf' THE CHATHAMITE JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President ..,...,.................V.7... ................................... ......... Vice-President, Secretary, and Treasurer Sponsor ............................ .............,................,,..... Olivia Birckheacl F redericka Berger Caroline Boxley Louisa Bridge Mary Eliza Brown Jean Brundred Harriet Chandler Sarah Choate Sheila Clark Lydia Cobb Alice Cocke Frances Colville Phyllis Cook Edith Cowles Ruth Cunningham Anne Deering Elizabeth Derrick Louise Dorrance Marjorie Fletcher Susan Applegate MEMBERS Julia Foraker Belle Franklin Jean Fuller Marguerite Gray Emily Griflin Mary ,lane Hart Molly Hays Louise Herron Marguerite Hillman Alice Hollister Margaret Holt Marie Hulburd DOROTHEA BERKELEY ....r.....MARTHA Rivmus ...,...MRS. BRUSH Carol Murray Patricia O'Brian Polly Pell Phoebe Perry Edith Porter Hope Rogers Sally Snowden Mary Sprague Helen Stephenson Jean Stewart Claire Streeter Olivia Thorndike Alice Jaques Ellen Vale Louise I-,iggett Virginia Vinnedge Kitty King McCready Peggy Ward Martha Mclntosh Evelyn Mills Elisa Mitchell Joan Morgan L ft tl h t semester. 38 Florence Wardwell Pollie Winslow Virginia Witherow Adena Wright 1937 ' effff 22922 CHATHAMITE Zfffiiw M6 rife Eb Z: .23 fa X ew A953 gills? vs' Q Uj soPHoMoRE CLASS 5 rv Y I . President .......,,....... Ufxl Secretary and Treasurer . U 3 Sponsor .....,......... Nancy Blackford 'Q ' Alice Blair Barbara Briggs -' ' ,QI Peggy Campbell ,Q Mary Buchanan Carothers ' ' Q 6 Ellen Chidsey OFFICERS MEMBERS Elsie Hyde janet Jamison Spencer Kimball Ethel Lasell Genevieve Lee Marion Lowry MARY FOSTER PITNEY ......,MARc1A WILLIAMS ......,...,.Miss BOEHM Mary Osborn Helen Owsley Joan Reid Anne Rose Elizabeth Schaff Effie Siegling Clara Clapp Barbara McGiffert Mary Washington Speer ' Jean Crispell Mary McClean McKissick Louise Stillwell V Helen Daniel Barbara Mallory Elizabeth Stokes ' Nancy Dennis Helen Montgomery Phyllis Tenney - Ann Donaldson Peggy Grr Lee Thacher ,- 5 Elizabeth Evans Anne Osborn Eleanor Williams i- ' Sara Hastie Margot Woodle H ,, I Frances Hathaway Joan Wyeth - 40 ,, 5' 1 9 3 7 4- 3 QQ 90, if fr ' ga if L , Up . .' 3 l 'gif' Jax., ' .yi l ,' , Vx gh D ,. J, ,J.L.,yi-v,'Wf A g P A., ' THE CHATHAMITE ff 'r:-' 9 K .-Q I . ,NA fl' f'tl,P'1X V' FRESHMAN CLASS OFFICERS President ....... .Y.,..7.............,...... ,...... J o Y VAN TINE Secretary A...... ,...... B ARBARA BROWN Sponsor., ,...... Miss AMY WILLIAMS MEMBERS Louise Debarcleleben Dale Rollins Sally Linen Anne Katharine Viccellio Betsy Perkins Mary Parrish Viccellio Ethel Randolph Mary Wilmer 42 1937 THE CHATHAMITE THE STUDENT COUNCIL A small group of carefully chosen girls are elected to the Student Council each year. The Council serves as a bridge between the faculty and students, rendering a great service for a more complete and friendly understanding between them. Mary Dykema has done a splendid piece of work as President, developing and advancing its ideas and ideals. The Council maintains the school's high honor and loyalty, as well as discipline, and adds to the general harmony of life in school. OFFICERS President .............. .....................,....... ......... M A RY DYKEMA Vice-President ........ ........... A NN ORR Sponsor ..,........, ......... M ISS Hou MEMBERS Dorothy Bettle Julia Rogers Anne Bundy Betsy Rust Kitty Hobson Virginia Williamson Betty Zabrislcie 44 l 9 3 7 THE CHATHAMITE THE SERVICE LEAGUE This year's officers and chairmen of the departments have followed in the footsteps of their predecessors admirably. This is the third year of the revised organization and its ideas and high standards are now deep-rooted and well-established. The Service League, whose membership is made up of the entire student body, is sub-divided into the following groups: Social Outlook fto study and help the needs in this vicinityl, under Lucretia Houghteling with Miss Hensleigh as sponsorg the Race Relations fto learn about and to aid the people with whom we come in contact in order to create a more sympathetic under- standing among the races of the worldl, with Alice Hollister as chairman and Miss Holt acting as sponsor: World Outlook fto broaden our viewpoint on international affairs and foreign problemsj, under Barbara Winlock with Miss Henrietta Thomson as sponsor: School Life, which under Anne Bundy's direction and with the help of Mrs. Brush, sponsors picnics, parties, Thanksgiving and Christmas baskets, as well as stockings, and many other general entertainmentsg and the Devotional Department, which takes charge of the chapel and does many services for the church in Chatham, under the supervision of Kitty Hobson and Mrs. Poague. OFFICERS President ...... ,..............,,.. ........ E. L EANOR HERRICK Secretary ...,. ..,.... B ETTY ZABR1sK1E Treasurer ........ ...... E MILIE TOWNSEND Sponsor ....... .............. M RS. LEE 45 1937 THE CHATHAMITE C. A. C. The Chatham Athletic Council is an important organization in the life of the school. Its members are the leading athletes, who are chosen not only for their athletic ability, but also for their sportsmanship, cooperation, responsibility, ancl willingness to help Miss Boehm and Miss Amy. They often take charge of the sports either in the pool, on the golf course, or on the hockey field. In general, they keep the athletics running smoothly and promote enthusiasm among the other girls. OFFICERS President ....,,cc .,...,..........................,..,,..,... V IRGINIA WILLIAMSON Sponsors ,,,,,, ..,.,... M ISS BOEI-IM, Miss AMY WILLIAMS MEMBERS Dorothy Bettle Louise Herron Mary Dykema Kitty Hobson Eleanor Herrick Polly Pell Helen Stephenson 46 1937 THE CHATHAMITE I THE BIT AND SPUR CLUB The purpose of the riding club is to forward and encourage riding at Chatham Hall. Ginny Downing is the capable President of the club, now in its Fifth year, and has done a great deal to assist the beginners and generally advise the many girls who ride. With Mr. and Mrs. Brush's careful help and interest, the members have sponsored the paper chases, gymlchana last fall, and the Horse Show in June. At May Day they help Mr. and Mrs. Brush in making a careful and precise drill. Quite a few new members have been taken in this year with the usual suspense and delight of all. These girls have been chosen not only for their ability to ride but also for their sportsmanship and attitude. OFFICERS President .,.....,..... ,.....,...,.......,...,....... ,....... G I NNY DowNiNc. Vice-President ........ ....... B ETSY RUST Secretary and Treasurer .,...,. MOLLY HAYS Sponsor ,.,................... ..,.,.... M R. BRUSH Honorary Member ......... ....... M RS. BRUSH MEMBERS Alice Hollister Ellen Vale Margaret Holt Barbara Winlock Spencer Kimball Virginia Witherow Elizabeth Stokes Margot Woodle 47 1937 HEC VJ , fzafffff ,ff wjfmf .VM 1,iy 6J9ff'6,:4L -ff J W J,f !Y -J' nu fx THE CHATHAMITE THE SHERWOOD DRAMATIC CLUB Once again the Dramatic Club has surpassed its superior achievements of the past. Last year we saw what we considered very good acting, directing, staging, and costuming, but this year has seen many even finer productions. Under Miss Hodgman's supervision and coaching and Martha McIntosh's leadership as President, the club has presented such plays as When the Whirlwind Blows, Green Stockings, and the Commencement play, The Swan, by Ferenc Molnar. As last year, the Club is divided into two different sections, the Acting Dramatic Club and the Dramatic Association, the latter taking care of scenery, costumes, and make-up. THE DANCE CLUB The wonderful work of last year's organization has been continued in the able hands of Kitty King McCready with Miss Amy Williams as sponsor and director. During the First term, the club presented selections from the dance recitals of last year, in order to let the new girls have a chance to see the type of work the Dance Club purposed to carry on. During the last term, another recital of the usual standard of excellence was given. THE SHERWOOD DRAMATIC CLUB OFFICERS President .....,......... ................,...... ....... M A RTHA McINTosH S ecre tary and Treasurer ......,. GERTRUDE POTTER Oficial Prompter. .......... JULIA ROGERS Sponsor .,....,....... ........ M Iss HODGMAN MEMBERS Nancy Blackford Jean Brundred Mary Carothers Ellen Chidsey Sarah Choate Alice Cocke Phyllis Cook Marian Cowles Ruth Cunningham Anne Deering Elizabeth Derrick Ann Donaldson Louise Dorrance 1937 Mary Dykema Julia Foraker Marguerite Gray Barbara Grinnell Mary Jane Hart Kitty Hobson Janet Jamison Louise Liggett Sally Linen Kitty King McCrea Barbara McCiffert Barbara Mallory 49 dy Evelyn Mills Patricia O'Brian Ann Orr Dale Rollins Elizabeth Schaff Mary Speer Mary Sprague Virginia Vinnedge Peggy Ward Marcia Williams Pollie Winslow Joan Wyeth Betty Zabriskie THE CHATHAMITE MEMBERS OF THE DRAMATIC ASSOCIATION Stage Phoebe Perry Emilie Townsend Peggy Campbell Ruth Cunningham Margaret Holt Mary Foster Pitney Sally Snowden Jean Stewart Elizabeth Stokes Elinor Williams Barbara Winlock Virginia Witherow Presidenl .......... Secretary .......... Sponsor .....,,.. Olivia Birckhead Barbara Briggs Anne Bundy Sarah Choate Edith Cowles Jean Crump Helen Daniel Anne Deering Julia Foraker Elsie Hyde Janet Jamison Louise Liggett C oslumes Martha McIntosh Fredericka Berger Dorothy Bettle Jean Brundred Mary Carter Jean Crump Carol Erskine Jane C-ildersleeve Alice Hollister Elisa Mitchell Martha Rivinus Louise Stillwell THE DANCE CLUB OFFICERS MEMBERS 50 M alfc-up Jean Caulkins Anne Bundy Laura Carey Helen Daniels Jean Fuller Evelyn Byrd Henry Eleanor Herrick Helen Montgomery Natalie Munson Peggy Orr Betsy Perkins Anne Rose Olivia Thorndike KITTY KING MCCREADY .,,,.,,,.,,,.,..LAURA CAREY ..........MlSS AMY WILLIAMS Barbara Mallory Elisa Mitchell Joan Morgan Phoebe Perry Mary Foster Pitney Edith Porter Gertrude Potter Helen Stephenson Jean Stewart Phyllis Tenney Margaret Vaughan Betty Zabriskie 1937 MEMBERS OF THE CHOIR THE CHATHAMITE l L THE CHOIR The Choir will always remain an essential part of the school life. Miss Andrus's marvelous direction has been increasingly an inspiration to the members. The Dramatic Club collaborated with the Choir at Christmas to give a pageant with carolsg and the night before Christmas vacation the Choir sang appropriate hymns through the halls of Pruden and Dabney. Many new anthems and chants have been learned this year as well. Dolly Berkeley Dorothy Bettle Nancy Blackford Anne Deering Nancy Dennis Louise Dorrance Carol Erskine Jane Gildersleeve Louise Herron Alice Jaques Sally Linen Barbara Mallory Kitty King McCready Martha McIntosh 1937 Betty Zabriskie 51 Evelyn Mills Elisa Mitchell Natalie Munson Edith Porter Gertrude Potter Martha Rivinus julia Rogers Efhe Siegling Mary Sprague Phyllis Tenney Olivia Thorndike Margaret Vaughan Adena Wright Joan Wyeth MEMBERS OF THE GLEE CLUB THE CHATHAMITE THE GLEE CLUB Miss Miller deserves a great deal of credit and praise for her splendid work of the past year. In the fall she conducted a concert consisting of a varied program and during the second term, she presented Ruddigore by Gilbert and Sullivan which was repeated for the Alumnae. Julia Rogers is the President and she has helped make the year most successful. OFFICERS President .,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,.,,,,,,...,,...... ........ J U 1.lA RocERs Secretary and Treasurer ..v.. ....... B ETTY ZABRISKIE Dolly Berkeley Dorothy Bettle Nancy Blackford Jean Brundred Laura Carey Anne Deering Nancy Dennis Louise Dorrance Carol Erskine Jane Gildersleeve Barbara Grinnell Louise Herron Alice Jaques Ethel Lasell Louise Liggett Sally Linen Barbara Mallory Kitty King McCready Martha Mclntosh Evelyn Mills Elisa Mitchell Natalie Munson Edith Porter Gertrude Potter 52 Martha Rivinus Julia Rogers Elizabeth Schaff Effie Siegling Mary Sprague Phyllis Tenney Olivia Thorndike Margaret Vaughan Marcia Williams Adena Wright Joan Wyeth Betty Zabriskie 1937 THE CHATHAMITE DISCUSSION GROUPS These groups promote earnest thought on the part of both the leaders and the group. The meetings are held two Sundays in each month and are given over to subjects chosen by the girls themselves. Before the groups are to meet, Mrs. Lee helps the leaders with the points they want to discuss. During the year, we have talked about many of the important problems, both personal and universal, confronting us as Christians. Fredericka Berger Dorothy Bettle Anne Bundy jean Caulkins Mary Dykema LEADERS Sally Ferguson Louise Herron Katharine Hobson Lucretia l-loughteling SUBSTITUTES Eleanor Herrick Ann Orr Julia Rogers Emilie Townsend Virginia Williamson Natalie Munson THE MARSHALS The duties of the marshals are to keep the general order and neatness of study hall, and to act as ushers at all the entertainments. They have carried out their obligations well and, as was predicted, they have made a lasting position in the school. MEMBERS Head Marshal, Gertrude Potter Pauline Kingsland Mary Philbin Carroll Montgomery Marcia Tuttle THE ADVISORY COUNCIL The advisory council represents the ideas and desires of the school as a whole It is an entirely new experiment and is made up of the student council, the presidents of the four classes, and a few other carefully chosen girls. Dolly Berkeley Dorothy Bettle Anne Bundy jean Caulkins Virginia Downing Mary Dykema Eleanor Herrick Katharine Hobson 1937 MEMBERS .53 Lucretia Houghteling Ann Orr Mary Foster Pitney julia Rogers Betsy Rust Joy Van Tine Virginia Williamson Betty Zabriskie THE CHATHAMITE CLUBS THE ART CLUB Under the supervision of Miss Holst, with Maisie Philbin as President, this organiza- tion has contributed a great deal to the life of the school. The members meet every Thurs- day afternoon in the studio. Their work consists of making posters for plays, recitals, and other events, designing birthday cards, as well as drawing and cutting out wood cuts for The Chathamitc. THE ASTRONOMY CLUB Betsy Rust and Marcia Tuttle are President and Vice-President respectively of the club. They conduct the monthly meetings where lectures, either by the members or Miss Marshall, their sponsor, are given. On clear nights Miss Marshall takes the Astronomy Club star-gazing, and any others, who are interested, may go along. THE BIRD CLUB With Miss Hensleigh as sponsor and Ellie Herrick as President, the Bird Club has been very active and most successful, promoting interest in the school and taking girls on bird walks fusually before breakfast on cold morningsll. The members go on all-day trips to lakes and marshes to learn more of birds and their habits. During the winter they keep feeding-stations and sprinkle the ground with food. THE CAMERA CLUB 1 The Camera Club has been reorganized this year, with Miss Baldwin as its sporsor. Although it has not had much time to display its talents, Joan Morgan, with the help of the members, has made a dark room in order to develop, print, and enlarge their pictures. In the spring they are planning to present an exhibition of their work. THE LITERARY CIRCLE The club was originally organized purely for pleasure. Betty Zabriskie is the leader. She has kept up its interests and helped Miss Holt in selecting many worthwhile subjects in essays, stories, and poetry. These are read aloud by the members who gather together around the fire in the Pine Room or in Miss Holt's study at the semi-occasional meetings. THE MUSIC CLUB Sally Ferguson is the President of this club with Miss Andrus and Miss Nicholson as the sponsors. There are formal and informal gatherings during which the members give performances--often in ensemble work-followed by a general discussion of the execution and technique with comments and criticism. Often reports on musical subjects are given. 54 1937 V 4 i 'Stix , M ' YQQEEQ K Q l 55 5?? Q i , if . A, ..,,.v,-.' 2 ,, Q Lf, iwxi ,gl 5 ig, ff! M, tk 'fn Lx 315 5 J- 1.3 bQ?? 1: H375 is ,M L, , if A 'TS ,T Q . 'Z 1, 4 2 . V.. 5 x . , W., .. - ,A Q1 Q W iifyg IZ, ,Ugg . Y 33 ,X , 4 zu? A Skixmk .gpg . z Q 'fry 'vw QS? an v Q. . . f W, .L,.. ,5 grim: i, K ii M SET: wa, . Q: L Q7 , 3 3 2 - ' 'gl r 2 sw ' 3 .53 fifi, ir? -A was are ,, m,m,A. W 1 :fin 555131,-1,1 Smwigi V , , 17 2 lx, 3.5 A 5 F9149 . AS B-M if V.. . ixigg ' . - 5 Y W -if - WX, w 1 xim NERQ3 Rum NEFf3 UP b NNIS smcnss wfhiia Tw 'X'--. ..... Q.. .WM Ni, , 395. 4 2? - 2 if 1 ,T Q ig M, .ez ,Y Y 1, . ffisf Li ,W X. .: L 1 A , gig . 1. kff 555525 X sf W., 3 -dim-' Q-fran-hu.. N-C-.nf C.Cu..w-Qnvg up-D'f'o-o QCQQQM4 u.,ve..vl'3'l6 D eteitgh L:.rU2-lLMg9.,Q..,Q.Pd,Q-Q 9912:-. -gfe6'i.u..:Ou'mLq.b . E if Q2 ummm I Umzi-'l N-QC-i,.3cn..n..n.c:9 THE cHArT4'ATJfT'l'E -LSU-Jvc Quaen .. SPORTS OF 1937 In contrast to the more serious sports of the year, the annual Funny Swimming Meet was held early in the fall. This was a contest between the two school teams. Purple and Cold, to determine which group could display the most humor. With great dignity the Purple Team led the way to victory for the third consecutive year, and the Cold Team reciprocated by treating the Purples to a truly superior Hallowe'en Party. On a skeptical November day, Belle Franklin won the golf tournament with a score of 44 over Kitty Hobson's 47. The gallery, forced by a persistent drizzle to dwindle in size, was replaced by a few admiring dogs. The tournament was, nevertheless, a fine display of sportsmanship and a victory for the Colds. On the same day the archery tournament took place. In the line of winners were first, Mary Jane Hart, second, Frances Colville: and third, Mary Eliza Brown, all Colds. In the ladder for the A and B tennis singles Marcia Tuttle defeated Laura Carey, one of the year's best all-round athletes. The C singles were won by Mary Wilmer. The doubles match proved an exciting one as well as a victory for the Purple Team. It was an exhibition of extremely good tennis in which the opponents were not only well-matched but determined to do their best despite the rain. The next day the final set was played off and Marie Hulburd and Eleanor Herrick defeated Dorothy Bettle and Marcia Tuttle. The soccer this year was good as well as enjoyable. The First Team game. as one looks back on it, was vivid: the playing, extremely rapid. The fullback defenses were so strong on either side that no goal was made. In the Second Team game, on the other hand, the Purples played beautifully, defeating the Colds 5 to 2. The members on these teams actually played First Team soccer. After Christmas the hockey season was taken up vigorously on a field alternately hard and fast or muddy and decidedly slow. March eleventh, near the close of a season well- marked with jaunts in the rain, the Colds won the First Team game 2 to I. The scores of the Second Teams tied. Belle Franklin was carried from the field after receiving a hard blow on the ankle, creating a real atmosphere of tension and excitement. The two teams have proved so evenly matched that it is a toss-up as to which will win in the end. By the time the winning team is announced the night of the Banquet, the best sports of all the year will have been enjoyed: tennis, swimming, golf, baseball, archery, and badminton. And so the year of sports comes to a successful end-thanks to our inherent potentialities and the excellent coaching of Miss Boehm and Miss Amy. 57 1937 THE CHATHAMITE THE MAY COURT Queen ,,,,,,,,,,,,,.,,,, ,.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,..,.,.,,,,.,. ....... B E 'rsv RUST Maid of Honor ,,,,,,,,., ..,.... J ULIA ROGERS First Lady of Court ....... .,.,.....,..........,......... ...... G E RTRUDE Rosa COURT LADIES Anne Bundy jean Caulkins Eleanor Herrick Fredericlca Berger Boxley Louisa Bridge Mary Buchanan Carothers Harriet Chandler Ellen Chidsey Clara Clapp Sheila Clarlc Ruth Cunningham Nancy Dennis Virginia Downing Molly Hays Freclericlca Berger Dolly Berlceley Sheila Clarl: Nancy Dennis Ann Donaldson Virginia Downing Sally Ferguson Mary Jane Hart Molly Hays Alice Hollister Gertrude Potter DRILL GYMKHANA 58 Carroll Montgomery Frances Munson Ann Orr Alice Hollister Margaret Holt Spencer Kimball Genevieve Lee Mary McLean Mcliissiclc Betsy Rust Elizabeth Stokes Marcia Tuttle Mary Wilmer Barbara Winlock Virginia Witherow Margot Woodle Margaret Holt Spencer Kimball Joan Morgan Carol Murray Helen Stephenson Elizabeth Stokes Marcia Tuttle Eleanor Williams Barbara Winlxk Margot Woodle 1937 . ,ST f rsmbl. CM V . y X- ek - XQUY' 59 53X N3 5 ' ' AX J Q5 if s THE CHATHAMITE b ' yi K., ,fyf- 3 N 1 x A. IXQ LJ' ,yfbxv YU X 1937 THE CHATHAMITE HONOR ROLL FIRST SEMESTER FREDERICKA BERGER MARY JANE HART CAROLINE BOXLEY HELEN MONTGOMERY BARBARA BROWN BETSY RUST MARY ELIZA BROWN OLIVIA THORNDIKE JEAN CAULKINS JOY VAN TINE SARAH CHOATE MARY PARRISH VICCELLIO ANN DONALDSON MARCIA WILLIAMS MARY DYKEMA JOAN WYETH JULIA FORAKER BETTY ZABRISKIE Y ,X JIU. A 2 Z e' , so 1937 THE CHATHAMITE HER MOMENT OF GLORY Fred? He left his overcoat on the arm of a chair and came quickly towards her. i Yes, darling. I wasn't so very long, was I? He took her cool fingers in his hands and gently raised her from her chair. Come to the window and smell the spring airg all the trees on the boulevard are out. Have you been in the garden yet? In spite of all your new-fangled planting it ought to be a great success this year. With an arm about her waist he pulled the French windows open with his free hand and guided her carefully out to the terrace. The sun was a red glow on the horizon, stretching indefinitely across the tree-top printed sky. The air was veiled in a vague rosy haze that made an enchanting secret of evening and everything seemed disas- trously beautiful. She stood with her back to the sun and fire danced in her hair and touched the tips of her long lashes. Her pale even skin glowed and the startling whiteness of her eyelids made her face strangely fragile and unbelievable. He told her this and she smiled slowly in the secure knowledge of being beautiful. Her lashes did not flicker, nor her lids move: only her hand that trembled in her husband's seemed conscious. There was a silence. The man's eyes were troubled, watching the transforming sun about her face. He saw a red halo behind her hair and a mist where her face should have been. It was breathtaking and words failed him. Then the light faded and became a dull yellow with the first shades of night. The spring garden was no longer a fairyland but a man-made thing. The two on the terrace shivered and the man looked with sun-dazed eyes at the girl. She was smiling still, but in the yellow light where one could see her wan face there was no beauty. It had all died out with the make-believe of the sunset and she stood, left behind and forever separated from her lost beauty by the ravages of her disease. You are so beautiful, whispered her husband as he helped her indoors, and she, turning to smile at him, did not know he lied for she was blind. -FRANCES MUNSON, '37 SEA SONG A pale gold star sang silently To a phospherescent seag A mermaid combed her silver hair And yearned for her mooned image thereg And a knowing fish slid sideways up, Then lay suspended in the cup Of an oily, rolling wave. And sky had ironed earth so Hat, No room for breathing could I see: But then the fish winked back at me. -ANN DONALDSON, '39 62 1937 THE CHAT HAMITE THE TALE OF THE TENDER TIGER Millions and millions of years ago, ln the land where there now is just ice and snow, There lived in a sort of a natural cave, A saber-toothed tiger whose name was Dave. He was handsome and strong, With a wide tooth-paste smile, Which, with animals then, was the handiest style, For one never could tell when one's sparkling life Would be mourned for some time by a dutiful wife. Dave never had measles, he never had rabies, But lo, the poor beast had a weakness for babies. He stole them from mastodons, lions and then Would return and deposit them safe in his den. He would play with them, feed them, and howl them to But the fruits of his labor he never did reap. As soon as they'd grown to considerable size, They'd look at the jungle with different eyes, And all our poor Davie's appeals, threats, and tears, Had little effect on their reckless young ears, sleep For he had forgotten, though he loved them as brothers, They all had been born of non-saber-tooth mothers, And naturally wished to return to their kin, Though Dave told them firmly that this was a sin So, at last he gave up with a sigh of despair, And his beautiful cave became lonely and bare, For he couldn't quite think what to do with himself, As 'twas considered by neighbors he'd been long on the One bright sunny day, as he ambled along, His large, furry ear was attracted by song, Which came from a neighboring watering place, Where each beast of the jungle dabbled his face. Dave was enchanted and hastening his pace, He rounded a corner-and came face to face With the loveliest being he ever had seen, With a coat of finest and silkiest sheen. She had wonderful whiskers, and two gleaming fangs, shelf. Which hung down, and gave the appearance of bangs. They smiled at each other, and said, 'How do you do, In a way that all ladies and gentleman, too, Have been taught to make welcome a very fine thing, Such as Duchesses, Dukes, or even a king. Now Dave who was shy, but accustomed to life, Said, Please, lovely madam, become my dear wife, And she with a coy little gnash of her jaws, Looked bashfully dcwn and wiggled her claws. 63 THE CHATL-IAMITE And so they were married with great pomp and joy, And happiness came to our saber-toothed boy. He had twelve little boys and twelve little girls, And our Dave loved his children and curried their curls- With his great loving paw which he used as a brush, While his sweet little wifey prepared evening mush, Which was usually made-so as not to give rabies+ Of mastodon's, lion's or dinosaur's babies. -ELISA MITCHELL, '37 THE DIARY OF AN INN KEEPER N. B.: Being the diary of one Will Blakeley, inn keeper, of Will's Inn. which was recently discovered in a little second-hand book-store on I..udgate Hill. YEAR I 776 May ZI - Mutton burned today, which I fear displeased Dr. Johnson. I-Ie expressed a very line sentiment on Carrick and Foote, saying that Foote had only developed the clown's art to perfection, while Carrick had made acting a gentleman's profession. Then after some time come Beauclerk and Reynolds to call him to a Club meeting. A finer gentleman do not exist than Dr. Johnson, or a more scholarly mind. May Z3 Had specially brought in four eel pies from the bakehouse, which our Nan cannot make for lack of eel in the fish market. Took an order for a neat and lark's tongue pastry to be delivered to Dr. Goldsmith at small dinner on Tuesday next. Perchance, I shall see J. Thomson, who is newly come to town, in delivering of it. May 24 Thos. Davies in for a glass of Iamb's wool and looking fine: speaks well of Dr. Johnson: says he came into the book-store lately for an order of Ossian. I believe it may concern young Macpherson, who recently published some discovered verse of Ossian. 'Twill be interesting to know what Dr. Johnson will decide of them. May 25 No business. Quarrelled with the wife. May 26 Dr. Johnson and Literary Club in, according to his order-hog's harslet, and metheglin for the non-drinkers, Canary for the drinkers. For my part, I cannot see how such stuff as a hog's offal can be downed while a man is conscious, but I have heard that Dr. in his younger days became so accustomed to poor food, through want, that now his tastes are as cultivated as some would like. 64 1937 THE C-HATHAMITE May 27 I Did indeed deliver the pies to the kitchen of the boarding house of Dr. Goldsmith, who was in a great rage as I did so, hearing him in the room above, which he rents. Appears that he is mightily upset on our Dr. Johnson's success in conversation and great repute as a talker. Nay, Goldsmith, attempting the same thing, is a sorry sight. The table looked passing fine as I could see it through the door. Some silver plate, borrowed certainly. May 28 Mr. James tells me of a certain lamprey pie, which he had yesterday. Indeed it must be rare, else I had heard of it. May 29 Tierce of hypocras, unloaded and stored. I was a fool to order such a quantity when I have so little call for it. May 30 News come by Wright, the errand boy, that the Literary Club planning to change their meeting place to here, so I go especially to Dr. johnson, to make up a pretty message of 'preciation to be given him by his cook-maybe, running something like this: Dear Dr. Johnson, Awed as I am by your presence, by your thought, I can hardly bring myself to write this letter, but I can assure you the finest, delicatest foods in London, and the most complete service. Your obt. and hmble. Svt., William Blakeley, of Will's Tavern. No sooner was this delivered him than he poked his great head through a second story window, and roared, F ine, splendid, Blakeleyf' till the whole street was turned that way. I then did hurry home to prepare a fricassee of rabbits and chickens against their coming. May 31 Reckoned accounts today, but found myself in no way prospering as last month. Pray God the Club will attract new customers. As was found by later accounts, Mr. Will Blakeley did prosper, probably because of his growing repute through the Club. Although he had never received a thorough education in childhood, through assiduous attention to his learned patrons, he developed an under- standing of literature and political situations far above his station. -SARAH CHOATE, '38 65 1937 THE CHATHAMITE MARY COLTER'S SON Mary Colter sat by the window of her small, dark kitchen, rocking heavily back and forth in her battered rocking chair, while her fingers automatically pressed hard round peas from their limp, partly-dried pods into a tarnished bowl which she held in her lap. Her bosom rose and fell regularly-with her deep, intense breathing, and her dark, restless eyes stared fixedly out through the open window. Mary Colter's face was long and sallow, its pasty hue tinged with yellow, and sprinkled with sharp, prominent lines. Her wide, extended nostrils gave her a startled, almost defensive expression, which was confirmed by her wide, hard eyes. The sharpness of her other features culminated in her thin-lipped, bitter mouth. The strong, agile fingers continued to crush out the peas, and the bent head, swathed in a soiled red bandanna, wagged back and forth in time with the movement of the rocking chair. On a large stove in the far corner of the room, a kettle bubbled and sang timidly, and outside as from a different world, came the cheerful, hesitant call of a robin. But the monotonous groan of the old chair drowned out these more pleasant sounds. Mary Colter had been sitting there a long time. In fact, for so long that she had lost all sense of time. Someone would be coming soon now to tell her what they were going to do with her son. Her breath choked in her throat at the mere thought of him, and for the space of a brief second, her eyes were covered with a glistening film which might have been tears. She began to shell the peas more rapidly, her fingers blundering and fumbling awkwardly with the stubborn pods. How well she remembered that fateful night some three months ago. Her son, Jack, had gone out immediately after supper, with a cheerful word of farewell. He had called back over his shoulder that he might bring her something nice, and her old heart had throbbed dully with pleasure. Probably the reason that she loved Jack so was because she hated everyone else with such passionate ardor. Ever since that clay when her husband had been killed in a riot, she had shut herself away from the world, shrinking farther and farther into herself, and concentrating her every thought and desire upon her son. The love for her boy was the only balm she had for her withered, warped soul. And then that night late, Jack had burst into the house, slammed shut and bolted the door, and crouched there, his body pressed against it. His eyes had been wide with horror and fright, and his words had rushed out in incoherent spurts. He won all my money! All of it, I say! He said 'e wouldn't let me go 'til I paid 'iml I didn't mean to kill 'eml I just meant to knock 'im down. God knows l didn't mean to! God knows-l His words had rasped and choked in his throat, and he had dropped on his knees, clutching wildly at the table in front of him, his body shaken with convulsive, hysterical sobs. He was only eighteen. Then they had come and taken him away- Mary Colter's hands lay still among the empty pods in her lap, and the nerve- wracking screech of the rocker was silent. She glanced abruptly about the dark, bare room, her eyes filled with loathing and disgust. She hated the room. He had stood there by that very table. She hated the old, run-down clock, hanging silently upon the smoky wall. He used to wind it. Suddenly, she heard the sound of hurried feet coming along the gravel walk, and her distracted gaze jumped back to the window. The door was thrown open, and a small, 66 1937 THE CHATHAMITE thin boy slipped inside. He stood blinking into the darkness for a minute and then, making out Mary Colter's stooped figure by the window, whispered haltingly: They is goin' to 'lecricute him, tomorrow. Mary Colter was standing now, and her face seemed to burn in the darkness. She moved quickly into her room and returned with a worn, thread-bare cloak Hung about her shoulders. Come wi' me, Danny, she said calmly. Together the two made their way through the crowded uptown streets to the city jail. Silently, impassively, Mary Colter followed the guard down a dim, narrow corridor, and halted before a heavy, barred door. She advanced slowly into the cell, her eyes riveted upon the bare, cold floor. Her eyes, when she raised them, and fastened them upon the eyes of her son, shone with a strange, brilliant glow. Suddenly, as the guard was walking slowly back up the corridor, he heard the sharp report of a gun. Panic clutched at his heart, and in a frenzy of terror, he ran back up the corridor to the cell he had so recently left. Through the bars, he saw Mary Colter standing above her son, who lay prone upon the floor of the cell, one arm flung across his chest. She turned, and as she spoke, her voice rang shrilly in the chill silence of the cell. They couldn't kill my son. -BETSY RUST, '37 PETER'S TIMMIE Peter met Timmie in the kitchen-garden on a cloudy day in early May. It was still too soon for fishing-worms, and good ones wouldn't be out for weeks. Peter knew this. Wasn't he a connoisseur of angle-worms? Hadn't he collected 'em for years? His col- lection of slim, soft, squashy ones and small, slippery, squirmy ones had been marvelous to behold funtil he took up lishingl. Peter would not have noticed just any worm, but Timmie this full name was Timothy De Vermicelli Jones, at once caught his eye. It was Timmie's great length or deep coral hue, I think. At any rate, Peter wasn't going to let any ol' robin get ahead of him! He swooped down on poor, frightened Timmie and popped him in a Heinz tomato soup can before one could say, A representative of most of the phyla of animals from the Platyhelminthes to the Vertebrataf' Timothy De Vermicelli Jones lived a dark life from May till the end of school. But, he was well fed and quickly grew fat. It was a quiet life, but safe, at least. The day came, however, when Peter could not resist the lure of the hnny tribe and out came Timmie. It was a lovely place in which to die. The stream looked cool with the green shadows guarding it from the glaring sunlight. Poor Timmie! The cruel hook oozed into his side, and there he hung, wriggling. lnto the icy waters he was plunged and down into the deadly depths. He drowned. Peter brought home a magnificent trout. Timmie had served his purpose. -JANET JAMISON, '39 67 I937 THE CHATHAMITE RENDEZ-VOUS Through the heat that simmered from the Via Lung' Arno could be seen a tiny clot in the distance. As it came nearer it began to grow: it took on color, and soon became more than a dancing dot far down the road. The figure was that of a slender Italian girl with the usual large romantic eyes that are ever seeking and finding and seeking again. As she passed the doorway of a cafe, someone murmured something in her ear, but she paid no heed. She held her head erect and gazed far ahead of her. Occasionally she stepped into the street to avoid an awning or a man who selfishly made his way along the inside of the narrow pavement. Rattling carriage-wheels did not alarm her as they flew past: she knew how to avoid them by now. One of her earliest memories was that of a small boy bicycling who had been maimed for life by the merciless wheels of a carrozza in the Piazza Duomo. How well she remembered warnings against swerving trolleys and racing carriages in those early days! She wondered what kind of advice her mother would have given about the Giovani Fiorentinif' were she living now. The girl had somehow learned, nevertheless, to keep her heart her own, and to avoid the amorous glances of the youths who passed her on the street. Often young men came to see her father on business at their small house, and many of them had found a chance to express their admiration for her. She enjoyed going to soccer games with them at the new Stadio, or walking with them on the Lung' Arno on Sundays when all of Florence was on parade. Yes, she was fond of' them all: Giovanni, Domenico, Paolo, and especially Nicolo Luigi. Nicolo had such a wonderful smile and liked all the things she liked. But he was off in Siena and his letters were all too scarce. l-le spoke of coming back to his Firenze soon, but he never said when .... The girl's thoughts trailed off as she found herself gazing up the Arno from her favorite spot on the Ponte Vecchio. Every day she came to the middle of the old store- laden bridge, gazed down at the muddy water, chatted with the picture-man, and fed the pigeons. Here she felt the pulse of Florence, listened to its breathing, gazed at the beauty of its soul through enraptured eyes. Even the common sights had a meaning for her. The dirty little boys she saw swimming in the river, screaming and laughing, arms flying, would soon march in uniform in the streets of Florence. She could almost hear their song: Uciovinezza ! Giovinezza ! Primavera e bellezza! E il Fascismo, e Mussolini, E la nostra liberta! Farther along she saw an old man digging up sand from the river-bed with his long scoop-pole. His little boatload of sand would be used to help stem the rising waters in late May. She gazed for a long time at the houses which seemed to grow out of the water on either side of the river. l-low dirty some of them were, but how beautiful! Some day, perhaps, they would fall at the mercy of the rolling Arno, crumble to dust, and go down with the tide. Such a thought seemed fantastic: she was sure those old dwellings would stand forever. Gazing down at her feet, she laughed to see the waddling pigeons clamoring at her. There were pigeons with shining backs, pigeons with round black eyes, inquisitive pigeons, and pigeons strutting about in majestic but endless circles. She showered feed upon their backs and watched them dive for it with flurrying, beating wings. Bending down among them, she talked soothingly to one that dared settle on her shoulder, picking up first one claw and then the other, blinking parrot-like. He pecked greedily at her fingers, brushed as 1937 THE CHATHAMITE her cheek. It was at this moment that a tall, blond man came upon her, laughing amidst the shimmering birds. He caught her gaze and she laughed, embarrassed under his frank stare. She arose, shaking out the folds of her dress, thinking that the young foreigner would leave. But he was still there when she looked up, and was coming in her direction. He, too, began to feed the pigeons, commenting amiably in Italian on their greediness, asking her if they ever ate their fill. There was something about the joyous atmosphere, the intimacy of the simple goings- on around them, that made the conversation between these two easy and flowing. Soon the pigeons were forgotten and the two stood leaning against the wall of the bridge gazing up the river. The little boys had goneg only the old boatman remained. The foreigner was inquisitive: Perche si deve fare cosi? he inquired. A stranger in Florence, the young man wished to know all he could about the city of which he had already grown fond. Its winding streets fascinated him: he marvelled at the old and very proper old ladies who faced him at every turng foreigners like himself, but foreigners at the end of their tether, eking out the last of life instead of welcoming the the beginning of it. He was happy to find this girl who was totally at ease, who did not seem to mind his sudden intrusion upon her, and who chatted with him as though they had always been old friends. He felt himself inexplicably drawn towards her. Which was it, her frankness or her mystery that intrigued him so? He did not know .... . . . Now they were walking up a cypress path to the Piazza Michelangiolo. Evening was descending, and as they looked below them, they saw the city glowing in the brilliance of the scarlet sunset. F ar in the distance the mountains, pressing against the sky, melted into a blue haze. As though shrouded in the mystic dreams of the city, the man and the girl gazed at each other for a long, long time, reading thoughts unspoken, soaring high into the intensity of the dying sun. She felt darkening clouds surround her, and felt herself growing dizzy. Somehow she knew this was the most beautiful moment she had ever spent. The peak of her life was now: in this one second she felt free and alive! She turned to him with tears in her eyes, and it was then that he kissed her. A strange wind arose, murmuring softly, then grew wilder and swept by with a rushing sound like the sea. The sky was cold and black. Through a long tunnel she seemed to hear an insistent voice ringing in her ears. What was it saying Don't stay with this man: do you know his country? Is his heart like your heart? Fly! You will be lost if you go with him! To separate your life from that of Florence would kill your soul- Hy! Suddenly she broke from him and ran. She was sobbing, and her cries could be heard in the stillness of night, growing fainter and fainter. The sound of her running feet receded, the rushing wind ceased and a dampness filled the air. Boughs began to whisper and nod. The man found himself alone. -GERTRUDE POTTER, '37 69 I 9 3 7 THE CHATHAMITE THE KING'S JEWEL The king's star-sapphire was the most beautiful that had ever been seen. It was six inches around and had a star as bright as the moon. The king, however, didn't like it, and said it was not precious enough. He preferred diamonds, and gave the sapphire to his little daughter to play with. Her nurse stole it, gave notice, and went out into the world. Nobody missed either of them. 1 . - . . . . The little boy worked in the mines dbwn under the ground. He loved to wear a miner's cap with a big candle in front, and to chop with his pickaxe at the treasure-laden rock around him. One day he found a big lump of something shiny. This was not unusual, but it was very large, and he though his mother might like it. A big miner saw it too, and said, Oh, look. This is a star-sapphire. It will be beautiful for the King. I will make him a present of it because he was so wise, and raised our taxes, so he could give a ball for his fourth cousin whom he never saw before. It will make him realize what good people we are. The little boy cried, and asked if he might not take it home, but the big miner told him severely that the King was really a much grander person than the boy's mother, although, he said, she was very pretty. The boy saw the big miner's point, and together they set to work. They cleaned it until was as clean as the morning, cut it, till it was like a bit of captured night-sky: polished it till the star-fire glowed like passion. Then, the little boy and the big miner dressed in their Sunday-best and went to the King's palace. At the gate a soldier stopped them. They gave the sapphire to him. He gave it to his captain, his captain gave it to the chancellor-of-the-exchequer, the chancellor gave it to a much higher noble, the steward of the King's wine, and the venerable steward gave it to the King. The royal gentleman looked at it. Pretty, he said. Give them each two pieces of gold. Everybody applauded because they knew he was such a generous king. ELISA MITCHELL. '37 DARK MIRROR Dark glass, That glows so dreamily With her reflection, What sweet things you've held Within your mysteryg Dark mirror, That shimmers in the candlelight, Reflect, for me forget. -FRANCES MUNSON, '37 70 1937 THE CHATHAMITE PUSSY WANTS A CORNER But, of course, said the Tiger's mate scornfully, your father lost his temper and the deer got away. With an air of having seen her duty and done it well, she settled back to do her nails. Your mother is obviously uninformed as to the facts of the case, her lord put in with much forced laughter. A slight accident, no doubt an unavoidable one- I'Iumph! sniffed the first, markedly ignoring the tiger's glare. The cub yawned fretfully, whining, If you're going to fight, do 'it some other time. I didn't get any dinner tonight. I'm not complaining, but I shall be annoyed, if I don't get any sleep, either. My brave child! lt's just as I was telling you, triumphed his mother. We none of us got anything to eat, and it's all your father's fault. Turning a sweet, sad smile on her victim, she continued, I'm very hungry and my baby is starving, but don't give us a second thought: we'll soon be dead and out of your way. Poor little Tiger Cub, don't cry. In a little while it will all be over, and your poor little stomach won't need food. Aw, shut up, said poor little Tiger Cub. It's not as bad as that. You're just like your shiftless father, I see. Well, go your way in peace. Goodness knows I never grudged anybody anything, not even at the cost of my life. A deep sigh filled the cave with self-pity. Aw, shut up, said Shiftless Father. Twenty-four hours without food won't hurt you. In fact, semi-starvation would probably do one of your weight good. You'd be a lot quicker on your feet on the next hunt, and you'd be careful not to make so much noise that every antelope within a hundred miles could hear you coming. The Tiger's Mate was not too slow on her feet to have her teeth in the Tiger's neck before he could take preven- tive measures. The Tiger's Cub groaned something about our happy home, our peaceful little sanctuary, our quiet altar of sacred rest, ha, ha, and left the cave to find himself a place to sleep. You dirty name! cried the Tiger, batting helplessly at his Mate. You back biter! just wait till I get hold of you! The female howled as he carried out the implied threat on a luckless paw. With a tremendous effort, she heaved herself over on her back and set to work on his tender stomach with the claws of her three uninjured feet. Locked together, they rolled about, littering the cave with fur and blood. Finally, the Tiger cornered her and made as if to bite her throat. I didn't mean a word I said! She spoke quickly, in deadly fear. Don't kill me! I was just teasing, I really didn't mean it. Well-. lt's all right this timeg but see to it that it doesn't occur again. They lay down side by side to sleep, purring like harmless kittens. Too, too sweet, murmured the cub on returning. He curled himself around his favorite bone in the back of the cave and soon was purring as loudly as they, only his was the gentle, treble purr that grown tigers haven't. -MARY BUCHANAN CAROTHERS, '39 71 l937 13 THE CHATHAMITE WIND AND FIRELIGHT December sunshine, gallantly attempting to achieve warmth. curled into hidden hollows of the dunes where the wind could not come, but snow swirled down and brought with it the swift winter dusk, that smothered even the beating of hungry waves on Nan- tucket's shore. From a house above the beach a candle peered and flirted timidly with the first bold star, then, encouraged by the mischievous firelight, winked gaily back again. Suddenly the lights stopped dancing and seemed to wait expectantly for the tall man who came climbing up the steep hill from the beach. He was young. and his walk savored of the sea, but his bearing was somehow intangibly Irish. Every now and then he turned to look behind him to where men were unloading two small boats by frrelight and carrying the barrels out of sight behind a bluff. He reached the house, and knocking on the door, found himself looking directly into the eyes of a young girl. She was lovely and startled, framed in the firelight behind her-her broad skirts filling the doorway. Pewter in racks by the fireplace winked and blinked sleepily at the snow- flakes drifting in. Regaining his air of command, he growled as gruffly as he could, Your Father, Mistress, I would speak with him. Indignant at his manner she replied, I-Ie'll not be back till late. You let the cold in, sir. Good-night. But he stepped inside, and laughing, in his natural voice said, I'm sorry, but I suppose you've seen the boats below? Yes, and what might the meaning be? No good I'll warrant, landing here and at night. Hast heard of smugglers, lass? And he grinned at her frightened glance which seemed to be looking for skulls and cutlasses. Let me past, she demanded. I-I wish to go out. Yes? And whither so fast? 'Tis a bitter night for walking. I'll get the men from town, they'll soon settle your pirates. You are in over-much haste, Mistress. It's a long way across the dunes and late for a lass to be wandering. Besides you'd put your worthy town's-folk in something of a quandary. True, they may not openly countenance smuggling, but even a Nantucket man must eat. Your precious Tory friends are out patrolling, and little they care if Nantucket starves, be it Whig or Tory. She lifted her chin and tried to brush past him disdainfully, but found her path obstructed by a solid door and a determined smuggler. Faith, I cannot let you out to freeze. I must needs be keeping you company till the boats are empty and the anchor weighed. Don't fret so, lass, it's only an hour or two, and they do say I'm passing good company. Reaching past him suddenly, she turned the key and threw it over her shoulder into the fire. Now, my fine Irish rebel, you'll have to stay, like it or no. Father will be back soon, and he can get the King's soldiers from town. You'll be caught like a rat in a trap. She gave him a haughty curl of her lip and returned to the loom beside the fire. 'Twill no do, lassieg you've not the face for a sneer. She tried again, and failing, began to look as though the room were empty. He sat down by the fire and, shielding his eyes from the flame, began to talk. Your father's a Tory? lVIore's the pity, serving a German humbug with a dirty little soul, who rules on his tin throne and cares more for snuff than men. Father's a patriot, if that's what you mean. And you, a sneaking rebel, dare to talk: you rise against your rightful King so that you can be hanged and called a hero. 72' 1937 'L THE CHATHAMITE You're wrong: it's not ourselves we're fighting for, it's the nation our children and their children are going to build with none of England's filthy politics and hired men-a land where a man may be free to live and think and pray as he likes in untainted air, to work for the joy and the bare, hard need of it, not for the riching of some fat lord with his bleared pig eyes and fresh curled wig-a land where a man will not need to look at his friends and think to himself slyly, 'What can I get from them?' Aye, we'll win this war, and then there'll be no more of war and blood and hunger. We're free men in a free land, and your Red Coats, what if they have more guns, they're no more than hired mercenaries, and their hearts are running water, they can never stand against us, and then, ah then, we'll be free. But there, I'm sorry, it's my favorite speech, and I must be forever repeating it. For a moment I had forgot ye think us vile traitors. He fell silent, brooding over the fire. Outside, snow fingers tapped against the window pane, and the wind pried with cold, questing hands beneath the doorsill and moaned softly in disappointment. But all the while her loom worked steadily, disdainful of the merry firelight that moved restlessly about the room begging each thing it touched to come and play. An antique clock upon the mantel chimed a placid benediction with soft, ringing tones that seemed incongruous in the Quaker atmosphere. In the fire new empires rose and fell at the flames' command. new lands were conquered, and new generations born to take possession of them. Suddenly, quieting the silent clamor of the stillness, there was a knocking at the door and a low call. The tide had turned, and the ship lay ready at anchor. He turned toward her a little wistfully and asked, Have I got your leave to go? Yes, of course: I should have understood that you were bringing us provisions: I would not have kept you. But I had forgotten. How can you go, for the key is melted and my father has the other? Your pardon, Mistress, but there is a key beside the door. If you knew before that it was there, why did you not go when I thought I had you captured? If the King's men had found you here, they might have hanged you. He opened the door without answering, and then turning towards her again said, I pray you, lady, if you forgive my rudeness, show three candles in your seaward window when my ship sails out. Who knows, perhaps we meet again when England or America has won this cursed war for freedom. He shut the door behind him, and the room grew empty as his footsteps died away. The clock dozed fitfully, awaking with a jerk at every quarter-hour. Later when her father returned, stamping and shaking the snow from his cloak, she was standing in front of the window where three new candles burned brightly. What are you wasting the tallow for? he demanded. F ood itself is hard enough to get: yet you needs must burn the candles for no good purpose. But she scarcely heard him: out beyond the headland, clear against the Heeing clouds, three lanterns shone from the masthead of an out-bound ship. -ANN DONALDSON, '39 I937 73 1 THE CHATHAMITE HOBSON'S AENEID Arma virumque cane, wrote Vergil, Of arms and the man I sing, And then he continued his lofty tale He never left out a thing. Virum feminamque cano, write I, Of a man and a woman I sing, I'll begin with the fourth book of Vergil, And the praises of Dido shall ring. A word of Introduction: Aeneas, for Troy was now fallen, Is seeking his future home. On the way he stops in at Carthage, Guided by Venus's son. Dido, a Tyrian siren, A beautiful woman, they say, Whose wicked brother Pygmalion Has stolen her city away, Is founding an African Urbam Upon dark Ethiopia's shore. When she meets with our hero Aeneas She's sure that there's trouble in store. At a dinner she gives for the Pius, He tells her his troubles and woe, And Dido is struck with his virtue. Action! Lights! Camera! I.,et's Go! His story all done, the fair Dido Gave him for his pains many sighs. Who wouldn't fall for a man like that, Those cheeks, those lips, and those eyes. Oh, Anna, my dear sister, Anna, The poor harassed maiden cried, Why swore I an oath on the ashes Of Sychaeus, when he died? There are reasons, urged Anna, to marry And the first you mustn't forget: You hate that chocolate Iarbas, He doesn't belong to our set. If you marry this Trojan Aeneas, A great kingdom will Carthage soon be Go make an offering to Juno, Appease her on bended knee. Now Juno, omnipotens goddess, Seeing Dido thus turned by a man, Since she's still a bit hostile to Pius, Tries to ruin cute Venus's plan. She says, Why not marry the lovers? And we two shall then rule like one, 74 o THE CHATHAMITE Carthage will shine with our glory And with industry fine will it hum. Aeneas and Dido out hunting, With a band of companions so gay, Will from them by storm be parted. just the two of them, what will they say? When seeking a cave for dry shelter Ab me the two will be met And married before they know it. Yes, everything's ready. All set? just as the goddess predicted, A hunting, the court they did go. When the storm came they ran seeking cover Dido with Aeneas in tow. The elements furnished the torches, The nymphs, the bridal song, Juno, she was the preacher, In the Hash of an eye they were one. All went very well until Fama, The bird with as many eyes As wings there are stuck to her body, To Carthage turned her wild cries. ls this a fit match for a queen, Boys! She shrieks into hovering ears, The news is relayed through all Africa, Black Iarbas receives it with jeersg Then anger offsets his mere mocking, He prays hard to Jupe, the Ammon, Just why allow you this scandal? Now, Jove, get a wiggle on. Throw over this lax situation: After all, my dear man, I'm your pal, You promised to me this fair Dido, Your word keep, Almighty et al . . . I'll fix it, said love to the Black One. Mercury, my lad, come here, Go rouse this sluggish Trojan, Tell him the time draws near, When the shores of Carthage forsaking, He must leave despite any ties. It's the will of the gods, explain it, He's to do it without any sighs. All would have gone well but our Fama Informed Dido concerning his plan, The poor fellow's now in hot water, And the fire's still under the pan. She frantic pursued him reproachfully With words fit to wring his heart. Was Dido the only foolish one Struck by this Cupid's dart? My dear woman, he said, I've three reasons For seeking fair Italy's shore. 75 THE CHATHAMITE First: I sought not you in marriage, Twas you the idea that bore. Then: Troy is my only and first love, Her future and mine must be one. Dear lady, you have your Carthage, Why canit I have my fun? Lastly the god of the fleet-foot, Mercury, lVlaia's son, Appeared in my dreams just lately. The gods, he said, want you to run. Dido's anger and scorn were terrific, She let forth a volley of oaths, Then faints with the strength of her efforts, And Aeneas departs for the boats. The Trojans launch joyfully their vessels, They've no love for this passionate queen, They've a job, they've a hope, and a purpose Whose result still remains to be seen. Dido looks forth from her terrace, Sees the Vandals, like ants, to their ships Bear their provisions and plentiful booty. And with anger the ceiling she hits. Anna, come here, right this minute! Go plead with that impious man, You alone know his mind and his fancy, Go and turn him, kind soul, if you can. All in vain, like an oak stands our hero, Which, though 'tacked by the winds from all Impervious, firm and immovable Resists both her reasons and cries. Then truly, unhappy Dido To despair by strange omens is driven: She can't sleep, for she dreams of Aeneas And she hates him like Satan hates Heaven. l've a method, she said to dear Anna, If it does not return him to me, Will rid me of loving this rascal, Whatever his charms they may be. We will build a pyre for a funeral, His relics, the couch he now spurns, His image, his sword, and his clothing In one huge conflagration we'll burn. Thus she spake, then the action started, A priestess with streaming hair, lncanting and strangely singing, Cried, Oh, gods, you must witness bear. And Dido with foot freed from sandal, And body from hampering robe, Scattered the meal on the altar, And prayed to the goddess of love. The night was so calm and so still, Her heart was a whirlwind of fear, 76 sides 1937 s s THE CHATHAMITE All the world but the queen lay in slumber, But she remained eaten with ire. At the same time, as Aeneas was resting, Mercury once more appeared, Urged him on to the start of the future, Said the woman was much to be feared. Therefore, at once rose our hero: He woke his companions and said, Rise, men, we now are departing: We must, or else we'll be dead. When the queen viewed the sailing vessels, She tore out her hair and she cried, He's as faithless to me, Queen of Carthage, As I to Sychaeus, who died. Now her mind is made up, and therefore, To the gods of her fathers she prays That their wrath may rest on the Trojans From then to the last of all days. In secret she makes preparations, Then rushes wildly within to her fate, Climbs the steps of the pyre, sedately, Crushed by her love and her hate. The years that the gods have appointed l've lived them for love, and in vain, I've revenged my wicked brother, l've founded a city of fame, Yet fate and the gods have conspired, I've lost where I fain would have won. Let me die unavenged, in deep sorrow. Goodbye, Earth, People, and Sun. With one final look around about her, Dido dropped, sword in heart, so they tell: The shrieking rose up to the heavens, And her kingdom crumbled-then fell. . . . . - 0 - Yes! she died for her love, was it futile? Is a man ever worth all the strife? Sometimes l'm inclined to think, Surely, And at others, Not on your life !!! -KATHARINE HoBsoN, 37 77 THE CHATHAMITE THE CALENDAR FALL TERM-I 936 Sept Sept. Sept Sept. Sept Sept Sept. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. 2I, Mon. 22, Tues. 23, Wed. 25, Fri. 26, Sat. 27, Sun. 30, Wed. 2, Fri. 3, Sat. 4, Sun. I 0, Sat. I I, Sun. I2, Mon. I 3, I 4, Sat. Tues. IS, Sun. Mon. I9, A few girls arrive rather dazedly. All gape quite in unison upon viewing the Lee's new house and the latest modern conveniences. Six or seven new girls arrive during the day. The reception committee is to say the least non-plussed at this, but finally rise to the occasion suf- ficiently to be quite efficient upon the arrival of a whole train-load of the ''much-more-cheerfuI-than-we-were-when-we-first-came'' new girls. flax- cuse the adjectives, to be taken in small doses., The reception committee gives a last bow as it makes its speeches at the New Girls' Banquet, after a day of- No, you know you room in Dabney-or do you? The old girls arrive at night amid violent en- thusiasm. School starts. We n1cn't say nuff said. Uust understoodll The old 'uns thoroughly confuse the new in a dithyrambic treasure hunt. Appetites rise to an unheard-of high but such savage instincts are soon calmed by picnic fare, in time for Kitty King in her inimitable style, the remnants of last year's Glee Club rendering The Mikado, and the waiters. The Service League in all its complexities is explained. We prove astoundingly generous with our pledges. The ole devil intelligence tests. We all come out speaking artificial language. Cugomli Kub palil Susie begins her year by getting kicked. We knew that she couldn't stay long away from the Danville Hospital! The new girls provide a really superior entertainment of selected shorts. fDon't groan-we didn't mean it that wayll E.vie's legs and the yodel a la Wyeth so charm the ancien regime that the horrors of bed-making are ceased. Picnic of the Northlieldites. Frances Munson was elected President. Don Quixote, our first movie this year. We might enjoy it more if we could understand the dialogue. First meeting of the discussion groups. We all begin to wonder what do we want to get out of school this year? The teams are chosen amid such cheers that several sore throats report at the infirmary. Doctor Lee has his tonsils out. Bunny, Gina, Helen Marshall and Miss Montague swoop down on us. We don't know whether this is alumnae day or not. Mrs. Roper, president of the diocesan Altar Guild, does her best in chapel. Mr. Peake speaks on Current Events: we are interested, but definitely depressed. We all go to the Presbyterian Church and find ourselves sneaking in an inadvertent Amen occasionally. Doctor Montague speaks to us on Crime Prevention, and we all recite a certain limerick very vociferously. Opinion is yet rife as to which side of the room said it the loudest. Senior pictures. Look at the birdie! 78 l 9 3 7 Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. THE CHATHAMITE 2l, Wed. The Funny Swimming Meet, and the Colds must admit that the Purples sho' know their water wings. fScore-Purples 35, Colds 20.1 23, Fri. Trustees' Meeting. fWonderful foodll 24-26, Sat., Sun., Mon. The American History Trip. We who can't go are good and jealous. 24, Sat. McCready, Speer, and Williams get too tragic for words in Op 'o Me Thumb after Liggett, O'Brian, and Donaldson have gotten us into stitches fsmocking or fine embroidery, at leastl over The Boorn-all this in assembly. 25, Sun. Doctor Lasell tells about the island of Hanan, where he founded a medical center. We go to bed thinking, The scorpions'll get you if you don't watch out. 27, Tues. We take a straw vote in Assembly. Results: Norman Thomas IO, Franklin Roosevelt 37, Alfred Landon IO9. 3l, Sat. The Gold penance for losing the Funny Swimming Meet-the Hal- lowe'en Party. After getting us all thoroughly upset-mentally and physically-they treat us more kindly with a sound effect, Tell-Tale Heart-and with the final revelation of the identity of the much-dis- cussed B.B.'s. And then-do we eat? Cider, doughnuts, and ice cream sandwiches are the answer. Julia Foraker gets the prize for the best costume. fWe forgot to say that you had to come as your favorite mood-does Julia like to over-stucly?J I-2, Sun., Mon. The Scenic Trip. 2, Mon. The Senior Pictures come back. Tears are the order of the day- Now you know that doesn't look like me! 4, Wed. We hear the results of the election, and in spite of Dr. l..ee's cheerful assurance that the world is still going round, the majority of us are pretty depressed. fSee October 27.5 6, Fri. The finals of the fall Tennis Tournament. Tuttle vanquishes Carey, but the battle was not an easy one. 7, Sat. Miss Miller's Recital. We are all fascinated with the Ballymere Ballad, especially the whiskey line. 8, Sun. In Service League, Mr. Thomas C. Walker, a negro lawyer, talks to us on educating the negro. We are rather baffled. l l, Wed. Armistice Day Service in Chapel- Lest We Forget. l2, Thurs. The Science and Music classes enjoy movies of Sound, in the Biology Lab. I3, Fri. Movies of Plant Life. We all weep at the spectacle of the death of a bean seed, fallen in a spot where it can't grow. Touching spectacle of sentiment! I4, Sat. Movies-A Study in Scarlet, perfectly terrifying. Several lovely cases of hysterics precipitated by the sudden appearance of a rather grim corpse. But these soon recover at the advent of the Dance Club's first recital. Kitty King, as the Sultan, is a great success, although Bundy and Zabriskie, in their Dutch dance, create much amusement. 2l, Sat. The long awaited C-lee Club concert. We are much intrigued by the 1937 antics of several wasps, as they buzz up and down past the line of open mouths. But in spite of such threats, our songsters are spared, and give us a very enjoyable evening. 79 THE CHATHAMITE Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Dec. Dec. DCC. Dec. DCC. Dec. Dec. 22, Sun. 23, Mon. 24, Tues. 26, Thurs. 28, Sat. 4, Fri. 5, Sat. 6, Sun. I2, Sat. I 3, Sun. I4, Mon. I 7, Thurs. Bishop Cook of Delaware speaks to us in Church and at Vespers. School Day. Bundy in morning assembly makes impressive statements as to our plans for Thanksgiving. If it should rain, we'll play faculty games, like 'Old Maid'. And she still lives to tell the tale, and blush for embarrassment! Thanksgiving Day! After a short chapel service, we all go on a picnic at Hargrave Springs, where we find a Candy Corn Hunt laid out for us. The waiters, after serving us gallons of Brunswick Stew, sing several tuneful numbers for us, and then our very young darky friends perform for us a little song and dance act. It is getting a bit chilly, so we all pile back into the bus, and go to see Sing, Baby, Sing, which is quite thoroughly appreciated. After dinner which is quite in the Traditional Mrs. Felts Style, we are entertained by a very' suave magician, Mr. Elder Blackledge. All in all, the day is quite a success. We retire, full of food, and thoroughly baffled by Mr. Blackledge. The Dramatic Club presents Creen Stockings. Evie Mills in a uniform proves to be just too much for our audience, but we feel that Betty Zabriskie, as Celia, is quite worthy of her. We elect Anne Bundy and Betty Zabriskie to the Student Council. Two more budding Sherlock Holmeses in our midst! We are all thoroughly enchanted by Mr. Earle Spicer and his ballads, especially that little tongue-twister about Tomorrow for it is Tomorrow PD Mrs. Alexander Zabriskie speaks to us on her visit to the Episcopal missions in Brazil. Jeano, in a last frantic attempt to rescue her little Sunday School pupils from the injurious effects of a dank floor, presents The Dear Departed, and we understand that the attempt was most successful. The World Outlook and Social Outlook Bazaar proves a worthy source of Christmas presents and a fine place of disappearance for one's allowance. The Utica Jubilee Singers sing to us in the afternoon. ln the evening we are thrilled by the Christmas pageant, with Julia Rogers as a very lovely Madonna. School Day. We pack our trunks in the afternoon. Much excitement! After dinner there is a fine Christmas party for the children of the employees. We find ourselves surreptitiously aching to play Going to Jerusalem, but our dignity is at stake, so we manage to restrain ourselves. The choir comes by at eleven o'clock and sings Christmas carols. We scatter4 like chaff before the wind. Dec. I8, Fri. WINTER TERM-I937 Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. 4, Mon. 9, Sat. IO, Sun. I I, Mon. We come back, babbling incoherent tales of marvelous vacations. We all arrive in Willis Hall dressed to represent various advertisements. Mary Jane, poised beautifically above an imaginary stream, wins, as White Rock. Although we had expected to see Wild West movies, they do not come, so we enjoy some of Wellesley instead. Mrs. Imduk Pak, in Service League meeting, tells us of her very inter- esting life in Korea. Movies of school, followed by ice cream! S0 I 9 3 7 A --Af 'mi-1 Jan. Jan. jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. jan. jan. Feb Feb Feb Feb Feb Feb Feb Feb 15, Fri. 16, Sat. I7, Sun. 18, Mon. 23, Sat. 25, Mon 26, Tues. 30, Sat. 31, Sun. 3, Wed. 6, Sat. 7, Sun. 8, Mon. 13, Sat. 14, Sun. 20, Sat. 27, Sat. 1937 THE CHATHAMITE The whole school goes to bed dreaming extra-romantic dreams, after the announcement of Cally Sizer's engagement. We are treated to a very beautiful violin recital by Miss Louise Rood, of Sweet Briar College, accompanied by Ernest Zechiel at the piano. Mrs. Chapman speaks at vespers on The Student International House at Geneva, Switzerland. Her movies prove most interesting. Flu and spinal meningitis still rage in Chatham and Danville, so we have movies at school-The Island of Peril. We are oh! so impressed by Mr. Edward Thompson's recital of C yrano de Bergerac. A very gracious, and charming gentleman. The halls are silent, and White Flags are to be seen on almost every door. The school is really concentrating! Why? EXAMS!! Oh, death, where is thy sting? We are plunged in gloom by the announcement that we must hear Shakespeare Readings. But the curtains open to disclose-the faculty, a la Minstrel. Doctor Lee, singing in at least eight keys, is sensational, but Mr. Brush is not to be outdone! Miss Hensleigh and Mrs. Bray, the Dark-Town Strutters, really Swing It! All in all, everything is jollity, of a Red, Hot and Blue consistency. CExcept for that nice little song-Dial I Remember to Tell You That I Flunlfed Youll, After a grand march around the Hall, our mentors retire, to remain for the rest of the year quite non-minstrelish. The choir visits the convict camp. Now! Now! No cracks. lt's quite an official visit. Mrs. Grafton Burke tells in chapel of her work in Alaska. The Dance! Hordes of white ties descend upon us for the evening. and midst an atmosphere of Valentines, hearts, lace, and swing, we manage to have a perfectly Uswelegantn time. fEven the blind dates, proverbially agonizing, are in good featherj At twelve, we retire, leaving our hearts behind us! In spite of aching feet, we manage to put on brave smiles for the boys who remain. Doctor Jefferies speaks in church and evening vespers on his work in the Philadelphia City Mission. Miss Miller comes back, to start the Glee Club on Ruddigore and to guide the chirpings of our songsters into the proper octaves. Trudi Schoop and her very amusing comic ballet draw large numbers of us to Danville. The C. A. C. has a very exclusive dinner in Danville. Movies of the Seeing Eye are shown at Service League meeting. Mary Jane, Anne Deering, Mary Sprague, and several others, in The Man in the Bowler Hal, presented in assembly, set us all into con- vulsions. COf laughter, you know.J But these are soon quelled by the violence of the Russian accent and temperament as exhibited by Bunny Mallory, Marcia Williams, and Polly Winslow, in Where the Whirl- wind Blows. After two short tableaux staged by the C. A. C., that august body, armed with flashlights, takes Louise Herron unto itself. In assembly Le Malade Imaginairc by Moliere is presented to us in ze native francais. Ann Orr, Eleanor Herrick, Julia Foraker, and Betty Zabriskie prove that, in any lauguage, whether the audience can under- stand it or not, a play is grand fun. 81 THE CHATHAMITE Feb. 28, Sun. Mar Mar Mar Mar. Mal'- Mar. Mar. Mar. 5, Fri. 6, Sat. 7, Sun. !3, Sat. I4, Sun. 20, Sat. 22, Mo' 26, Fri. Doctor Laird speaks to us in chapel. fThe first real snowfall of the year prevents us from going to churchj In the evening Signor Roberto de la Rosa, of Mexico, proves himself a grand showman, and a veritable genius at playing the Saint Louis Blues--on the Czar's piano! As for his tale about De Duck, no more need be said! We elect Betsy Rust May Queen, Julia Rogers Maid of Honor, and Gertrude Rose First Lady of the Court. M ucfr excitement! Miss Suzanne Bloch and Miss Alix Young Maruchess play for us on old-fashioned instruments, the lute, the virginals, the viola, and the viola d'amore. Doctor Sylvia Allen, of Baltimore, gives us two very enlightening talks dealing with our adolescent problems. The Dance Club Hits across the stage in many varied moods. Kitty King as Mary, Mary does seem a bit impatient for the lights to go off, in snapping her illustrious digits, but still everything goes well. Following this recital a demonstration of the characteristics of liquid air is given, and we are quite enthralled, even when experiments are per- formed which, we are casually informed, have killed seven or eight people. Mr. Paul W. Garrett vividly describes for us his impressions of our American prisons, and brings us to realize that what we need to prevent crime is not prisons, but a proper mental, moral, and psychological atmosphere. The Siberian Singers descend upon us, to warble many familiar and unfamiliar Russian songs. But with Oh Chee-char-nya! we are com- pletely overcome, so much so that certain adventurous spirits in Dabney carry on a regular balcony scene fwe only have windows, but the effect's the same, with our entertainers. The long-awaited Ruddigorc arrives. Dolly Berkeley, Kitty King, and Joan Wyeth provide the heart interest, while Evie Mills and Zabriskie quite completely lose their heads as the comics of the evening. We disperse to our various and sundry dwelling-places-in short- VACATION ! SPRING TERM-!937 Apr. 5-7, Mon., Tues., Wed. We return with lots of new clothes, a Bermuda or Florida Apr. 10, Sat. Apr. I 7, Sat. Apr. 24, Sat. suntan, and a new picture of him for the bureau-gallery. The Shady Side School, of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, sends us their Glee Club for a concert a capella. Kitty King, feeling the urge to fill a missing soloist's place, takes the concert in hand, and sings, to the rhythmic accompaniment of Stewart Steffey, some of that worthy gentle- man's very good songs. The rest of the school is then given a chance to investigate into the Glee Club's private life as they dance the gentlemen into a decline to the strains of the Victrola from the Chatham Sport Shoppe for is it Shop? I forget!J Alumnae Day Luncheon. We all try to figure out who's who and they, what's what. The Seniors, in a rather mournful mood, are presented to the assembled Alumnae in the afternoon. In the evening we enjoy Rud- digore again. Those of us who do not go to spectate at the Lynchburg Horse Show have a grand time at another of Bundy's choice picnics! S2 1937 Apr. 2 5 , Sun. May 2, Sun. May 8, Sat. May 23, Sun. May 29, Sat. THE CHATHAMITE The Reverend Alexander Zabriskie of Alexandria, Virginia, speaks to us in church. The Reverend Floyd Rogers of Asheville, North Carolina, talks to us. The long-awaited May Day dawns. We watch a superbly executed drill and an amusing gymkhana, and then go to dance before the Queen and her court. That evening, in dances of a highly different nature, we entertain many charming young gentlemen. Bishop Thompson confirms a great many of us in morning service. The Seniors have their annual dinner. Many frills and furbelows, cover- ing a lot of sad hearts, and quaking knees for those who have to make speeches. June l-5, Tues.-Sat. We go to final examinations with heavy hearts and too light brains. June 5, Sat. June 6, Sun. June 7, Mon. June 8, Tues. I 9 3 7 In the afternoon our equestriennes show their skill in the paddock in the Annual Horse Show. Then we troop to the long-awaited athletic ban- quet, to find out which team won, and to sing competitive songs. Follow- ing this, the Seniors dig out all their long-hoarded books and papers, and with fiendish glee burn them on the front driveway, while we watch the pages of the despised Woolley flutter into ashes. The Right Reverend Darst, Bishop of North Carolina, delivers the Baccalaureate Address in the Emmanuel Church, Chatham. In the evening, the Seniors tearfully hand over their lanterns to the Juniors in the beautiful, traditional lantern service. Senior Class Day. For the last time we see them in the roll of pranksters, as they read the Senior Will and Prophecy, and plant the Class Tree after arranging the Daisy Chain in the numerals '37 on the front lawn. 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