Chatham Hall - Chathamite Yearbook (Chatham, VA)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Ten years hence in fifty-four We find ourselves at Katy's door. Travel's fast and in one day All of us can reach Norway. Q The smell of fresh Norwegian fare C heerily pervades the air, And Beverly Smith is heard to say She'll put of her diet one more day. Wheeler heaves a heavy sigh As she lets the food pass by. Miss New Hampshire is her aim: Pounds will spoil this road to fame. The children are given into Ford's care To keep them from mischief anywhere. She herds them fondly out of harm's way, And superintends them as they play. Syl, who's the head of a Sunday School, Helps Ford with those who are hard to rule. And comparing their views they find they agree On punitive measures to lenient degree. There by the window P. K. stands, With her sketch book in her hands, Enraptured by Norwegian scenery, Painting snow and evergreenery. Upon a mount a cloud of snow she sees. 1t's Susie Deering trying out her skis. She, renowned champion of the Slolum course Prepares to challenge the skill of the Norse. Britt comes in with blushing pride, Now a modest, fluttering bride. Her man at last has come along, And he's, you guessed it, big and strong. 2:1 1,9 B-4,1 ,Q Qk r

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Alice leaves her class explosions to the Twins. Kathy gives her Charlotte reputation to Maggie Woods. Advice: Carry on! Sunny gives the flowers in her hair to inspire the feebler members of the Faculty garden. The mirrors of Dabney will henceforth reflect the fair form of Jean Ruffin instead of Mary Mateer. Pony leaves her poodle to Miss Andrus, to be a playmate for Sandra. Sylvia Morss's Castles in the Air are now lend-leased to Miss Gross. In the meantime, the athletic Eleanor Owens is left helplessly with Polly Page's all-powerful hockey technique. Sally Palmer's jive countenance is left to Nonie Ogg. Ginny Penney lends her brother to help put over at least ten more years of Chatham dances. Ann Robinson's admirable practicability is bequeathed to the school's original absent-minded professor, Vicky. Marty Lu Blankarn, having been left Beverly Smith's Byrd cloth jacket, will now have something new to wear riding. Stanley gives Homer to Mo so that she may at last have a horse her own size. Sandy leaves her dignified antiquity to Flavia. Tay leaves her place by the radio listening to F. S. every Saturday night to the enamored Moose. Petey gives her angel face to joan Farish. Farish needs it quite urgently. Wheeler gives her Exeter pillow to Southgate, who really wants it. Sally Witt leaves horses, horses, horses. Last, but not least, Babs leaves her inexhaustible volubility to some unsuspecting ear. And, you may ask, what will I945 be like, with all these sterling ingre- dients? We have the answer to that. It will be tremendous, it will be sensa- tional, it will be terrihc. f x L FLA S' st at fire ,l 'PK ., ,, 22

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But who is this who slinks and crawls Behind the doors and near the walls, And glances round with furtive eye? lt's Pony, our international spy. How many of you would have interest in Some singing? shouts Pewes above the din. Very few answer because, alas, We never were a musical class. A postman arrives, and we rush to the door, Very eager to see whom the mail can be for. lt's a letter for Petey, a special as usual, And she wanders away for a careful perusal. Cruikshank and Toni hold deep conversation Concerning the problems of boys' education. Toni's at Lehigh, the favorite housemotherg Laine, headmastefs wife at some school or other. Snubby comes in surrounded by Sioux. fOr are they Black Feet, we never knew., She's been on a tour with the Noble Savage, Teaching the culture which time can not ravage. Butterfield takes the Indians in hand Cause she knows the language of most every land She easily does some quick translation So that they can join the conversation. Would anyone like to buy some clothes? ls heard in a voice that everyone knows. There in the flesh is Lindsay F irth, A door-to-door peddler proving her worth. Working hard, with a slight hurried look, M ike's in one corner writing her book. lt's due at the printer's one week from today, But l've done the first chapter, she hastens to say Z immermann's an author too,' Long ago she made Who's Who. And now in an armchair she is found, Surrounded by many an autograph hound. 24