College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1954 volume:

irls TWM3 30Hege fhmqmuatory School fOI ; 1954 mcinnati, Ohio C Page Two AtAhh uthi u A Awhwwuthighw .t A hwh hd m 443' h7WLv-JLJ57 C: LNV. 76 MADEMOISELLE NELLY TRIPET In appreciation of her graceful wit, her ever-present charm, her tolerance, the Class of 1954 dedicates the MILESTONE to Mademoiselle Nelly Tripet, whose patience in teaching us the elements of the French language and civilization has expanded our sense of international culture. Page Three . Amqe R ?amani Buswess DfRecTBta RuTh RussclSJ-omcs r . HeadesTRess k Daboreah Meudear Founifn szcleamd. BFFeTmt Ealfh T Ju lne quHSE REIOIINC- INiqueld Sciemcc Shela: Kampere 24 bu... Tm qmde - Edith R. Han , Soma'leTAci'EsademHsh EfsfeWeigsledera Piqmo Greece R. Heudtw I Secorud greade . . 2 G Llsz B. Smim y La m: amd 5pc: ruAnsk Baffin W 9heRRii1 amine. gecgehml Page Four CMaLyN H. VON S+a . m Amy C E iUM KlmdeaqclnTeN Edlfh H H9419. Quit Lummh RC; 0 M NamcyC.Mom-h.sm , CJEQM L. Alexqmdee' REN Ugh M0$leaknggensLen DQLR4223cha . Music a- f Mam: Mstmamy; Twas? Liafacie Mawemom'cg Kmdegqaeiam Ass am Awake TMassemclqb Phqsfbnl Educqhbm QRLeTTc: Daiorzy . . - ' :FReNc44 Jacky T. Wu! 3;. Mapthhq WCQgey quhamcd' ms Phqsical EduCQTnow Page Five Page SIX FOREWORD A. A. Milne's two popular books, Winnie the Pooh and The House at Pobh Corner, have been chosen by the Senior Class as the theme for our Milestone. Even as Christopher Robin was forced to leave Hundred Acre Wood when he grew Up, we too have to end our happy years at C.P.S. In the years ahead, when you pause for CI little something , may you remember the Milestone of '54. mmmmmHnu1mm -, 3 : O , HM um ,3'11: V l OFFICERS OF THE CLASS OF 1954 CLASS PRESIDENT .................................................................................................. Sully Zimmerman CLASS VICE-PRESIDENT .......................................................................................... Mary Heofhcote CLASS SECRETARY-TREASURER ............................... ..................... , ............................ C1uire UNmon CLASS COUNSELOR .......................................................................................................... Miss Jones Page Eighf 05m Efizage tA gnualer Are you sure? Page Nina Ciarfene olenara lidererm Whaf's the moffer? Page Ten 5mm 37;; ?2 Emma That's me again. Page Eleven mgr? g mtlmtg H iusf shows what can be done by raking a lime trouble. Page Twelve SaraA age Wormlion HToo late now. Page Thirfeen Efmor gleenwoool WW ' ! sho'n'f say anything. Page Fourleen Emma Coffim EMMA U! know it seems easy, but if isn'il everyone who can do it. Page Fffleen mea We Sampler What did you say his name was? Page Sixieen Cfaim ; Jouide Uffmm Must I? Page Seventeen Marianne WM Come this way. Page Eighteen Cilia pec4Aam W17 W Tell me about it tomorrow. Page Ninefeen 5mg ZMWLQHWLQVL J'Here today and gone tomorrow. Page Twanrv I SENIOR CLASS HISTORY KDh, Poohll Nine years ago in Grade Three Who should appear but Chorfene D. And f0 make if seem like heaven Ellie and Eifeen came in Seven Until Nine we had f0 waif For no one else appeared in Eight. Mary and Joan arrived in Nine. Now things were surely going Ene, Ceh'a ioined us in Grade Ten Goyfe and Marianne wirh o yen For 'exams popped in fhen. Gaire, Sal, and Gaye then came to sfoy In Grade Eleven ; Hip-hiphooroy! Then Grade Twelve gave us HSmmie a 50 ends this ditfy. Page Twenryvnn-e SENIOR ACTIVITIES JOAN BRUDER: Ursuline Academy, Student Council, 9, 10. CHARLENE DISERENS: Glee Club, 9, 11, 12; '1Pctience , 11; Gilbert and Sullivan Revue , 12; Dramatic Club, 9, 11, 12; Afhlefic Awards, 9, 10, 11; MHestone Awards, 11, 12; Milesrone, Literary Editor, 12; Three Arts Club, 10; Atlantic Monfhfy Award, 10. EILEEN DUNIE: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11; Student Council, 9, 10,- Milestone Award, 12; Three Arfs Club, 10. MARY HEATHCOTE: Giee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Glee Cfub Librarian, 10; Glee Club Treas- urer, T1; Glee Club President 12; Drumo1ic Club, 11, 12; Student Council, 9, 10, 12; Class Secretary, 9; Class President, 10; Class Vice President 12; Afhlefic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Honorary Athletic Club, 12,- H.A.C. Show, 12; Mikado , 9; Patience , 11; HGEIbert and Sullivan Revue , 12,- Junior Milestone Represeniafive, 11; Milesrone, As- sistant Editor, 12,- Milesfone Awards, 9, 10; Mercantile Library Award, 11. GAYE MORRISON: Withrow High School, 9, 10; Gfee Club, 11,- Dramatic Club, 11, 12; Student Council, 12,-Mi1esfone, Photography Editor, 12. ELEANOR PAYLER: Glee Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Club, 11, 12; Dramatic Club Vice- Presidenf, 11,- Dramufic Club President, 12; Student Council, 10, 11, 12; Class Presidenf, 9,- Closs Secretary-Treasurer, 10; Class Vice-Presidenf, 11; Alhleiic Awards, 9, 10, 11; Honorary Athletic Club, 10, 11, 12; Honorary Athletic Club President, 12; H1A.C. Show, 10, 11, 12; Mikado , 9; Patience , 11; HGilberf and SuHivan Revue , 12; You Can't Take It with You , 12; Milesione, Advertising Manager, 12; Attendance Award, 9; Alliance Francaise Award, 11. DIANE SMITH; Withrow High School, 9, 10, 11; Dramatic Club, 12. GAYLE SPINNER: Amundsen High School, Chicago, 11L, 9, 10; Glee Club, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Club: 11, 12; Sfudenf Council, 11, 12; Athletic Award, 10; Patience , 11; Gilbert and Sullivan Revue , 12; You Can't Take It with You , 12; Junior Milestone Representative, 11,- Mifesmne Edifor-fn-Chief, 12; Milesione Awards, 11, 12. CLAIRE ULLMAN: Walnuf Hills High School, 9, 10,- Glee Club, 11; Class Secretory-Treasurer, 12; Dramatic Club, 12. Page Tweniyxrwo MARIANNE WElL: Walnut Hills High School, 9, 10; Glee Club, 10, 11, 12; Dramatic Club, 12; Student Council, 10,- Studenf Council Secretarerreasurer, 11; Student Council President, 12; Class President, 11; Athlefic Awards, 10, 11; Tennis Cup, 10, 11; Hon- orary Athletic Club, 12; H;A;C4 Show, 12; Patience , 11; Gilbert and Sullivan Revue , 12; Mifesfone, Assistant Advertising Manager, 12. CELIA WRIGHT: Hillsdale, 9; Glee Club, 10, 12; Dramatic Club, 10, 11, 12; Sfudent Council, 11,- Afhiefic Awards, 10; Milesfone, Art Editor, 12; Milestone Awards, 11, 12. SALLY ZIMMERMAN: Regina High School, 9, 10; Dramatic Club, 11; Student Council, 11; Class Secretary-Treusurer, 11; Class President, 12; Milestone, Business Manager, 12; Council on World AHairs Award, 11. Page Twenrydhree 73 O. o e? Avgw m I I .wr Jr , cheBifldfa c- EGaILJ Th4 5.2m mu s FR :4 sfnahbu I Page Tweniy-four 3:34 FRI: Mal Sand 5.... u ? 9. .W a ,25441 I, 31 , AWL! ? r i Sunflovkaan 3.... x y 5, 35M ; EJV-J 5' i 5 gegowd ' N 15?, ; chm hooci Ms: ,5 V y - 5 5 55g 55 FR:?MILCLEP I I 5 5 I Haf ChO ' C310 50-1 Now ml algesseo! MP LING. Reach, 13 $9 25d Pins: Canlamc. Mugs Page Twenty-five PRIZE DRAWING Carolyn Kuhn, Eighth Grade PRIZE DESIGN Susan Clancey, Freshman HONORABLE MENTION Dorothy Pagel, Freshman Page Twenry-six DRAWING PRIZE Eileen Dunie, Senior ll. 1'7 HONORABLE MENTION Celia Wright, Senior HONORABLE MENTION Heather Broadhead, Freshman THE JUNIOR CLASS Are we at the top? LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Befsy Lazarus, Janet Blair, Nell Morlidge, Peggy Keck, Barbara Hess. SECOND ROW: Harriet Worm, Judy Meek, Elizabeth Foshuy, Anne Russel. THIRD ROW: Susan Shedd, Barbara Yellon, Nancy Hertlinger, Ellen McEvilley. FOURTH ROW: Nancy Blemker, Mary Todd, Jane? Bersf, Terry Nippert FIFTH ROW: Montica Brohard, Emily Whiting. NOT IN PICTURE: Carolyn Hayes, Barbara Lauer, Holly Stegeman. CLASS OFFICERS: Peggy Keck ................................................................................................................................. President Barbara Hess ........................................... Vice-Presr'deni Nell Morlidge .............................................................. Secrefary-Treasurer Mademoiselle Tripet ........................................................................................................ Class Counselor Page TwenIy-eighf THE SOPHOMORE CLASS This is serious? LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Ann Herrlinger, Suzanne Champine. SECOND ROW: Yvonne Zimmer, Camilla McDoweIl, Pattie Pierson, Susan Carfer, Celia Bennett, Virginia Durrell, Jone Van Vyven, Judith Allen, Nancy Legg, Elizabeth Hammond. NOT IN PICTURE: Lucy Wright. CLASS OFFICERS: Suzanne Champine ...................................................................................................................... President Ann Herrlinger Secretory-Treasurer Mrs. Juhel ........................................................................................................................ Class Counselor Page Twenly-nine THE FRESHMAN CLASS 'What's all this? LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Jane Eyler, Sue King, Marta Murrie. SECOND ROW: Sally Sfemun, Jean Spieckerman, Nancy Hepp, Judy Griffith, Roberta Durham, Nancy Jones. THIRD ROW: Davis Hively, Heather Brodheod, Jane Roberts, Pufsy Winans, Suzanne Nein, Gail Pruden. STANDING: Mary Ann Swedes, Day McDowell. NOT 1N PICTURE: Jeanne MoffaH, Susan Clancey, Dorothy Pagel. CLASS OFFICERS: Nancy Hepp ................................................................................................................................ Presideni Susan Cl'ancey .................................................................................................. Vice-Presidenf Miss Walsh ...................................................................................................................... Class Counselor Page Th iriy HWhot are we going to do? LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Penny Hepp, Betsy Russel, Happy Ford. SECOND ROW: Sally Blair, Beth Lyford, Ellen Fessenden, Sue Carol Flye, Sally Baicom, Laura Anne Clark, Carolyn Buchanan, Ellen Blemker, Susan Youngs. THIRD ROW: Betsy Fergus, Wendy Thomsen, Peggy Klee, Abby Carroll, Karen Gravengaard, Gretchen Dieff- enbach, Anne Baldwin, Lydia Wood, Mary Lazarus, Kathleen Mayer, Sherry Ruxfon, Carolyn Kuhn, Gail Phinney, Rebecco Harris. NOT IN PICTURE: Linda Brohard CLASS OFFICERS: Betsy Russel ................................................................................................................................. President Happy Ford .......................................................................................................................... Vice-Presidenf Penny Hepp ................................................................................................................ Secretary-Trecrsurer Mrs. Alexander Class Counselor Page ThirIy-one THE SEVENTH GRADE Always somefhing going on. LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Nancy Picton, Nancy Hamilton. SECOND ROW: Marjorie Kuhn, Virginia Jones, Nancy Ann Donaldson, Mary Reis, Jone Horsman, Ellen Kuhn, Sherry Noonun, Judy Shapleigh, Gail Barrows, Gibson Bowman, ToHie Goodman, Bourquie Wunsch. NOT IN PICTURE: Patsy Wright CLASS OFFICERS: Nancy Hamilton .......................................................................................................................... Presiden!l Nancy Picfon ............................................................................................................... Secrerary-Treasurer Mrs. Mutthisen ................................................................................................................... Class Counselor Page Thirfy-iwo THE SIXTH GRADE How brave and clever you are! LEFT TO RIGHT: ACROSS: Diana Fisher, Frances Presser, Chiistine Clark, Jill Whilman. FIRST ROW Proceeding down stairs, left to rightl; Karen Andersan, Barbara Kaiser, Roberta Hair, Nancy Bunker, Susan EllioH, Margaret Rowan, Kathleen Cofferci, Christine Kern. SECOND ROW: Caroline Hackney, Louise Kuhn, Cornelia Sass, Sally Pecse, Elana Rhodes, Luise Bruns, Ronnie Levinson, Jean Stark. NOT IN PICTURE: Eleanor Kinney. CLASS OFFICERS: Tina Clark ........................................... ......... President Frances Prosser .. ice-Presidenf Mrs. Hall ......................................................................... . .............................................. C-Iass Counselor Page Thirfy-fhree THE FIFTH GRADE ' Have you all got something? LEFT TO RIGHT: Leslie Bennett, Susan Donaldson, Beth Krebs, Carol Fromm, Jone Ruxion, Martha Fischer, Ellen Wood, Ann Evans, Peggy Pleasants, Barbara White, Mefody Richardson, Cricket Horth, Mary Phinney, Sunny Bowman, Joan Bufrrick, Joanne Jennings. CLASS OFFICERS: Leslie Bennett President Ann Evans Vfce-Presidenf Martha Fischer Secreiury Barbara Whife Treasurer Mrs. Pierce Class Counselor Fage Thirty-four THE FOURTH GRADE HHow grand! LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Judith Flugel, Cufhorine Clarke, Bonnie Drew, Jan Denman. SECOND ROW: LEFT: Leslie Judd, Dale DeFossef, Mary Torr, Lynn Stark. RIGHT: Charlotte Lockman, Merrilyn Bardes, Molly Marx, Susan Wurrener. NOT IN PICTURE: Barbara Beyring, Julia Broadfoot, Gala Brohard. CLASS OFFICERS: Judith Flugel Catharine Clarke Bonnie Drew Jon Denmun ........................ A Mrs, Meader ................... 7 ....................................................................................... President Vice-Presidenf Secrefory Treasurer . Claws: Counselor Page Thirly-fwe THE THIRD GRADE HJUSf beginning to think. LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Linda White, Jane Pierson, SECOND ROW: Barbara McKim, Melanie Peters, Betsey Rowold. THIRD ROW: Jean Donaldson, Deidre Hair, Jacqueline Sfrader. NOT IN PICTURE: Gail Williams. CLASS OFFICERS: Linda White ................................................................................................................................. PresideniL Jane Pierson ........................................................................................................................ Vice-Presidenf Deidrc: Hair ............................................................................. , ................................... Secretary-Treosurer Miss Kemper ........................ ........................................................................................ Class Counseior Page Thirvy'sr'x THE SECOND GRADE HThaf's what we're looking for. LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Linda Bur'rleH, Roxunn DieHenboch, Susan Schwartz, Marie Loring. SECOND ROW: Susan Bulcom, Anne Taylor, Sandy Puchtc, Ann Shark. THIRD ROW: Mary Jo Woolford, Fiorence Ager, Glee Brohard, Susan Sampson FOURTH ROW: Dale Allen, Lucy Kreimer, Barbara Klayf, Nancy Stillposs. Mrs. Pruden .................................................................................................................... Class Counselor Page ThirIy-seven THE FIRST GRADE . it was rather exciting. LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW Beth Wagner, Martha Millan, Meredith Oliver, Susan Mixrer, Ann Bartlett SECOND ROW: Martha White, Carol Smith, Jo Ann Preston, Rebecco Sherrill, Virginia Comes, Mary Brilfain Bardes, Deborah Hinckley. THIRD ROW: Corinne Penningfon, Margaret Lazarus, Eleanor Lazarus, Sondra Love, Ann Harper, Kristina von OeHingen, Wendy Goyer, Lennie Sive, Jane Roach NOT IN PICTURE: Deborah Barrows, Sondra cher. Mrs. Geisler .............................................................................................................. Class Counselor Page Thirfy-eighr THE KINDERGARTEN What happened; where are we? LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Peter Williams, Douglas Bryant, Robert Woolford, Andrew Stillpass, Paul Bomber, Larry Petit, Raymond Lippert, Philip Wiehe. SECOND ROW: Jone Allen, Ellen Evans, Cynthia Goodman, Buma Louise Atkins, Amy Hunter, Peggy Prosser, Jone Code Trufont, Sally Slickerman, Mary Suplee, Terry Snow, Susan Smith. THIRD ROW: Patricia Ann Hilberg, Virginia Stark, Frances Lee, Janet Petit, Helen Eastis, Jean Goodman, Linda Lcckmon, Cynthia Kuhn, Diana Henry, Kathryn Lunken, Susan Skilken. STANDiNG: Mrs. Alexander, Mrs. Klum. NOT IN PICTURE: Kay Davis, Catherine Defien, Lois Kinny, Judy Montgomery, Carol WiHen. Page Thfrlyrnine '- ' WmMQd M I Hamegum?' C! P Huddle ; Chaek lqueks? Hlipre samiamo1' accoumfeci $01: 4L E . AEemV we: cuffel DonN aaqgewifk V Icau .H 11-IK The. umplkc q V Page Foriy MILESTONE STAFF HNo brain at OH, some of them. Gayle Spinner ......................................................................................................................... Editorqin-Chief Mary Healhcote ..................................................................................................................... Assistant Editor Sully Zimmerman .................................................. , ................................................. Business Manager Eleanor Puyler ................................................................................................................ Advertising Manager Marianne Weil Assistanf Adverfising Manager Gaye Morrison ........................................................................................... Phofography Editor Peggy Keck ........................................................................................................ Assistant Photography Editor Elizabeth Foshay ............................................................................................................... Humor Editor Celia Wrighf ................................................................................................................ 7 .......... Arr Editor Charlene Diserens ....... , ................................................................................................................ Lirerary Editor Nancy Blemker Assistant Literary Editor Mrs. Juhe! ............................................................. ........... Adviser Page Forfy-Iwo STUDENT COUNCIL$ . . . they called out cheerfully. LEFT TO RiGHT: FIRST ROW: Mary Todd, Marianne Weil. SECOND ROW: Nancy Hepp, Roberta Durham, Nancy Blemker, Emily Whifing, Mary Heuthcole, Gayle Spinner, Susan Curler, Ccmilia McDowell. OFFICERS: Marianne Wei! ............................................................................................................................ Presidenf Mary Todd ................................................................................................................................. Secrefary Wirst semester. Page Fornyhlee DRAMATIC CLUB Thefe was a long silence FIRST ROW: Barbara Yelron, Joy Brohard, Peggy Keck, Mary Todd, Harrier Warm, Gayle Spinner, Mary Healhcofe, Eleanor Poyler, Yvonne Zimmer, Ann Herrlinger, Camilla McDowell, Elizabeth Harn- mond, Susie Champine, Paftie Pierson. SECOND ROW: Mary Ann Swedes, Jean Spieckermun, Sally Sfeman, Judy Griffith, Roberfo Durham, Janet Bioir, Barbara Hess, Nancy Herrlinger, Sue King THIRD ROW: Charlene Diserens, Patsy Winans, Day McDowell, Gail Pruden, Marta Murrie, Susan Carter, Virginia Durrelf, Sue Shedd, Ndncy Hepp, Nancy Legg, Susan Clancey, Jeanne MoHatt, Judy Allen. FOURTH ROW: Jone Roberts, Suzanne Nein, Dorothy chel, Betsy Lazarus, Celia Bennett, Marianne Weil, Emily Whiting, Jane Von Vyven, Diane Smith, Nancy Blemker, Elizabeth Foshay. Anne Russel,Heather Brodhead. NOT iN PICTURE: Lucy Wright, Barbara Louer, Celia Wright, Claire Ullmun. OFFICERS; Eleanor Payler Presrdenf Yvonne Zimmer ............................................................................................. Treasurer Mrs. Glenn Merriam .................................................................................................................... Direcfor Page Funy-four GLEE CLUB . . . humming a Mile fune. FIRST ROW: Peggy Keck, Mary Todd, Harriet Warm, Gayle Spinner, Judy Meek, Anne Russel, Mary Heath- coie, Virginia Durrell, Ann Herrlinger, Camilla McDowell,ElEzubefh Hammond'Suzie Chompine, Pattie Pierson. SECOND ROW: Mary Ann Swedes, Jean Spieckermun, Sally Stemcm, Susan Ccrfer, Roberto Durham, Janet Blair, Barbara Hess, Nancy Herrlinger, Jeanne MoHcft Yvonne Zimmer. THIRD ROW: Suzanne Nein, Jone Roberts, Charlene Diserens, Day McDoweH, Gail Pruden, Marta Murrie, Nancy Hepp, June Eyler, Judy Allen, Barbara Yellon. FOURTH ROW: Joy Brohord, Ellie Payler, Betsy Lazarus, Marianne Weil, Emily Whiting, Jone VonVyven, Nancy Legg, Libby Foshay, Ellen McEvilley. NOT IN HCTURE: Holly Sfegemun, Lucy Wright OFFICERS: Mary Heathcote ...................................... , ................................................................................... President Judy Meek ....................................................... Treasurer Virginia Durrell .................................................. Librarian Camilla McDowell Accompanist Mrs. Alexander .............................................................................................................. Director Page Fony-five HONORARY ATHLETIC CLUB 'Whaf are those hot things called? LEFT TO RIGHT: FIRST ROW: Eleanor Payler, Suzanne Champine, Judy Meek. 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As Pooh, Piglet, and Eeyore became accustomed to the glow in the room, a soft voice could be heard saying, The slow, sweet, sibilant snow , and Pooh rushed to the door to see Charlene Diserens, Charlene had iust finished her latest volume of poems which she brought in her little leather brief case. The next guest to arrive was Eileen Dunie, After greeting her classmates, she im- mediately ran to the piano to play the ninety-second movement of her newest concerto. Pooh remarked that he had seen the latest reviews of her performance for the President at the United States. A rap was heard at the door and Mary pirouetted into the room dressed as a snow queen. Pooh said he was glad that she was able to leave the Sadler Wells Ballet to come to the class reunion. While Pooh was talking to Mary, he heard the trudge of footsteps and went to the window to see Gaye and Celia coming up the walk. They entered, showed everyone photo- graphs of their large families, and retired to a corner to talk about feeding schedules and the high cost of living. Soon Ellie swept into the room, wearing her latest creation, which was made out of white mink. Everyone exclaimed over her beautiful dress and her great talent in designing and modeling. Sally and Diane arrived together, talking over their latest business investment - a new cafe called The Twentieth Hole'C Sally walked over to the piano and started to croon one of the torch songs she song at the club. Diane commented that she had been having trouble with a comedian called Clarence Shoos. She said she was sorry she was late, but Pooh assured her it was all right because some of the guests had not yet arrived. We all rushed to the window when Pooh said he saw an unusual car speeding up the road Out bounded Gayle Vanderbilt, the richest girl in the world, since her latest marriage, She threw open the door and dramatically said, 'How soon do we eat? In came Claire with her skates slung over her shoulders. After showing her medals to everyone, she told us of her great victory at the Olympics. As soon as Claire was seated, We heard a voice exclaiming, Anyone for tennis? In ran Marianne, carrying the Davis Cup that she had iust won in Australia. When all at the guests had arrived, Pooh began to serve refreshments, and everyone renewed old acquaintances and talked over old times. They all agreed that it was a superb party, and said that they shouldn't wait tweny years for the next reunion. Page Fifty THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1954 The Senior Class and all the animals gathered around Gayle while she read aloud to them the Last Will and Testament. We, The Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fiftyefour, being of sound minds and bodies, do hereby bequeath all that we have left of us to the following: 1. Mary Heathcote leaves her bridge deck to bigger and better players. Claire Ullmun leaves gladly. Charlene Diserens leaves her long trip to school to Dorothy Pagel. Marianne Weil leaves rule-enlorcing to Moo-moo Zimmer. Diane Smith leaves her athletic ability to Holly Stegeman. ??'th Gayle Spinner leaves her beautiful French accent to Harriet Warm. xl Sally Zimmerman leaves Mr. Robert Philips to the Class of 1955. B. Eileen Dunie leaves two sonutus for Barb Louer to play at noon. 9. Ellie Poyler leaves Mlle. Tripet peace after four years. 10. Joan Bruder leaves her parking place to the first one there in the morning. 11. Gaye Morrison leaves Mr. Malott's telephone number to the photography editor of next year's annual, 12. Celia Wright leaves her gym shorts to any girl with a 24-inch waist. After this Last Will and Testament had been respectfully submitted by the Class of 1954 to Pooh, Christopher Robin, and the rest of the animals, it was tacked up on the door of Poohls house so that all the following classes would be able to see it. THE SENIOR SONG SHEET Joan Brucler ........................................................................... . ....... , .................................... Tenderly Charlene Diserens .................................................................................. llFalling in Love with Love Eileen Dunie Oh Mine Papa Mary Heathcote .................................................................................. Hl'll See You in My Dreams Gaye Morrison Trying Ellie Fayler ............................................................................................................ September Song Dione Smith Blue Moon Gayle Spinner Star Dust Claire Ullmon .............................................................................................................. In the Mood Marianne Weil ............ , ...... , .......................................................................................... HManhcttan Celia Wright Tlll Then Sally Zimmerman .......................................................................................... Sentimental Journey Page Fifty-one pOWW Mg Adm; wit'figslra Edifoe- im'C hie? PROM Quattw Gfee Club Mosf Po ulaR Mos?L sckbal s he's? P i p SfUdaNT C'MHW:l Dnomahrc Club H. R-C. Page Fihy-Iwo L i lerdlure, FIRST GRADE CO-OPERATIVE STORY SPRING THINGS We love spring. Grass is starting to grow Flowers are starting to bloom. Green leaves come out, and we come out - without coats! eK PRIMARY COMPOSITION FIRST PRIZE OUR DAY by Charlotte Lcckmon, Fourth Gracie E. ery day at nine o'clock The Fourth Grade girls have reading. Then they move to math ciass in the period succeeding. After math comes French class,- Then a bit of gym. After English classes, in to lunch with vim. Following geography, They work at basket weaving. Very soon its three o'ciock And all the girls are leaving. As they go, they say goodbye To their teacher, Mrs. Meader, Who teaches them tour subjects And is their home room feeder, -K PRIMARY COMPOSITION SECOND PRIZE NICKY by Mary E. Torr, Fourth Grade Nicky is my dog who lives in a pen. He is 0 black Cocker Spaniel about a year old. When I feed him and his food gets around the edge of the bowl, he sticks his paw in and scratches his food out. Sometimes when I pet him in the pen, he sticks his paw through the fence and pulls my hand through. Once he had a bed eye, and we took him to the Vet . The Vet put some salve on his eye. We took him home and kept him in the house until his eye was better, and then we put him outside after that. Page Fifty-fnur PRIMARY COMPOSITION HONORABLE MENTION MY PARAKEET by Julia Broadfoot, Fourth Grade I have a parakeet whose name is Rollie, He always chews on his cage. Rollie is particular. He has to have crab grass seed. He won't eat lettuce or celery. He has to have crab grass seed. Rollie has a friend, the mirrore He also has a bell which he always plays with. When you want him to come out you stick your hand in the cage, and he'll hop on it and come out. eK INTERMEDIATE PRIZE POEM AUTUMN by Jean Stark, Sixth Grade Autumn is a beautiful season With trees at! agiow, With gray squirrels gathering their nuts And bears finding a bed. Oh! How i wish that some day when the Leaves start tailing, The birds calling, That autumn would stay and Never go, With its trees ail ogiowe y INTERMEDIATE PROSE COMPOSITION FIRST PRIZE NOANIE by Wendy Thomsen, Eighth Grade Every morning in our house the family is awakened by a living cicrm clock. This un- predictable device is an eighteen-month-old bundle of mischief, whose reui name is Mary Louise ingersoll Mofiat, alias Noanie . Born on the 13th of March, thus supposed to bring bad luck, she is really a waiking dofi, bringing good luck to our household. Waddling around, resembling a little old lady, she is so adorable it is small wonder that her many admirers have often been tempted to take her home to their houses. Noanie is attracted by any small obiect that catches her eye, and it is with great control she refrains from making it possibie tor the obiect and her small chubby hand to connect. Noanie measures 22A ft. from the ground and, as all babies are, she is slightly on the chubby side. Like mother and me, she is rather square, built close to the ground, and will always have to watch her weight . She has very curly blond hair, large brown eyes which nothing worth see- ing escapes, and a small mouth capable of utter- ing a loud sound for at least half an hour. This mouth seems always to be either turned down, poutingly and discontentedly, or turned up with a smile, gay, happy and cheerful. A5 for Noanie's manners I cant say much, for at least once a day a glass of milk, guided by her mischievous fingers, has found its way to the hoot One of Noaniels characteristics is the way she talks with her hands. Waving them through the air, she really expresses her thoughts. It Noanie is dejected, they hang disconsolately at her side, or it she is happy they move in accord- ance with her familiar waddle. Although Noamie is very happy most of the time, there is also a serious side to her. She is not scared very easily, and when she happens to fall, which is often, with a very small bit at comfort she feels fine again. Noanie is also very calm and unperturbed by the large commotion going on around the house, although she is often the center of it For one hour each day Noonie is taken to her room and left to play with her toys, It is at this hour we all shudder, for after tiring of her toys, Noonie turns to her bureau with o destruc- tive eye and starts in . By the end of the hour every piece of clothing has been taken from the dresser and tossed thoughtlessly to the middle of the room. Then whoever happens to come upon this scene sighs, and resignedly picks up the piles of assorted clothing, knowing that this will hap- pen soon again We all know that in spite of Noanie's stubborn ways she is very al'iectionate and one way in which she shows this affection is by unexpectedly laying her curIy-topped head in your lap and melting your heart with her loving eyes, after which she scampers away, looking into all the things she shouldn't and on the whole, getting into trouble. INTERMEDIATE PROSE COMPOSITION SECOND PRIZE THE TRIALS OF DECORATING OUR HOUSE by Barbara Kaiser, Sixth Grade My fatheris main proiect at Christmas time is to decorate the outside of our house. Mother often says, llHe is iust a little boy at heart , for the more lights and glitter, the happier he is. The First hour is quite nerve-racking for Mother. All you hear is, Mary Agnes, where are the lights? Where did you say? HMary Agnes, where is the tinsel? This continues until he has all the things together. By now we are beginning to lose our enthusiasm. After this he calls Pam and me. We are to check the lights and make sure that they are all burning and check to see that each light has a rubber washer in it so that in case of rain it will not cause a fire. Next we hear, ilBarbs, get the hammer; Pam, get the nails! Where is the step- ladder? Where is the extension wire? After the second hour, Pam and l are almost dead from running and getting this and that. By this time we don't even care it we have any decorations. Now the big moment has come. Daddy gets up on the ladder and places our Santa Claus on the roof with the reindeer. He is yelling the whole time, Is it in the middle? Is it straight? Down he Comes to see for himself after we have all told him yes. Then he puts the lights on the house and in the evergreen trees, making sure each one is approved by Mother. He insists that she came to approve them, no matter where she is or what she is doing He continuously needs her okay's. By this time Daddy's age is beginning to show a little, for he is completely worn out. The only thing that helps him to win his strength back is to park himself in the most comfortable chair in the den and slowly sip on a bottle of pop. As he lays his weary bones in the chair, all of sudden you hear him say, i think I did a good job and Mary Agnes, will you and the children put the boxes and stuff away? This is to say, Merry Christmas and to all a good night . Is Christmas worth all of this? Page Fifty-five INTERMEDIATE PROSE COMPOSITION FIRST HONORABLE MENTION FAIRY LAND by Eleanor Kinney, Sixth Grade If, at a very certain time, on a very certain date, you had been at the front second floor window of the Byrd's house, you Would have seen a small figure walking across the snow. This was Jean Byrd, the youngest of a family of tour. She was at the wonderful age of six, and had a .very important iob to do tonight. Now, let's take a closer look. We can now see a pair of flannel paiamas showing under a bath- robe, on top of which there is a coat; and, if you had X-ray vision, you could see a iacket under the coat. On Jean's head there is a hat, on top of which there is a scarf. Now let us see what she is thinking about, Oh, I see, she is going to fairyland. 'lMy, my, thought Jean, as she walked across the snow. It is very cold out here, I'll show them, B will, there really are fairies, and Hi prove it. She looked down at her camera. Soon she reached the woods; on and on she went. She was glad she hadn't brought Jane along. She would just make trouble for her. Just then, as she was walking along a path she had never been on before, she saw it. There, right over to the right, or was it the left, was a light - no, it was iust a patch of moonlight, and there in the center danced some fairies. It was such a beautiful sighti The trees all around looked as if they were made of glass, and the snow was like a white marble dance floor. Jean stood 0 full five minutes, and then, in came the fairy princess, herself. For ten minutes they stood, bowed to her, and then like a flash everything disappeared, and the next thing Jean knew, she was lying in bed, and sunlight was streaming in the window. Was last night a dream? All day Jean wandered in and out of the woods Until she came to a place where the trees looked just like last night, and there she found lter camera. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all a- do you think it was? Page Fitty-six UPPER SCHOOL POEM FIRST PRIZE A DREAM OF ROME by Charlene Diserens, Senior I dreamed l dwelt in marble halls In a time long years gone past,- Rome ruled the world with strength supreme; The lots of all she cast, I lived, a Roman lady proud, tn a villa by the sea And taught my daughter household chores, Weaving and tapestry. I taught her all Apollo's arts: To play the lyre and draw; I taught her numbers and to read And speck without a flow. I took her to the Field of Mars To see the legions train,- I took her down to see the ships Fare forth upon the main. We visited the Pantheon, Where Roman gods held sway, We saw a priest make sacrifice To Phoebus, God of Day. When Nox, the God of Night, appeared, We hurried swiftly home,- I, to banquet; she, to bed To dream her dream of Rome. UPPER SCHOOL POEM SECOND PRIZE THE TtRELESS HEART by Ellen McEviIley, Junior Roaring, ctonging rhythm of great machines in motion; Blue white cast of fFery steel bars suspended by wire stings,- Busth'ng activity of assembfy lines With perpetual parallel movement,- Tidy rows of windows, steel-rr'mmed, darkened by smoke and soot; Stee! btue glint of equipment, Never duHed . .. The tireless heart of a factory. -X U PPER SCHOOL POEM HONORABLE MENTION THE SNOWFLAKE by Davis Hively, Freshman ft dances down The winter Sky, Fh'rtctiom fittIe Rascal. H sees my upturned Face And, laughing, It turns A somersault and Lands upon My nose. -K UPPER SCHOOL POEM DAY by Barbara Lauer, Junior Day t5 like a passing bird Coming in almost unheard,- Showing on its plumage gay, Singing ifs song, darting away. UPPER SCHOOL POEM RAIN by Susan Clancey, Freshman It is about to rain.- The river has turned grey; likewise the sky, Though a few pink flushes are left. Cruisers, Speedboafs, Yachts, Houseboats, Come streaming down the river, Hurrying to safety, Leaving little white waves of foam behind them. Man is so proud, so strong in sunlight. He ventures far. But when the sun goes in - Wait! Midstream I see a boot anchored, The trees have begun to moan, But stilt it stays, I wonder? at UPPER SCHOOL POEM AUGUST RA1N by Camilla McDoweH, Sophomore Day hung heavy, Hot on the shoulders of red earth; Far away In angry blackness of August sky e Sitence, Rain poised on ponderous clouds, Leaves hung Hmply, ominously; No wind, no wind To stir red dust From somnolence, No breeze to cool the waiting fond. Then, Answering the caH 0t parched terrain, Rain came. Earth lifted her cracked lips To the everHowing cup of heaven; Great drops tell, And Earth oppeased her thirst Crashes of thunder, Botts of lightning, oppressive clouds Ridding themselves in violence Of watery burdens. The storm lessened its fury,- Eurth had drunk her Wt. Delicious Smelt of rain-wet verdure, With promise of good days, a sunbeam through a cloud. Earth, fitted with joy of existence, Laughed in reply. Page Fiftyaeven U PPER SCHOOL POEM MARCH by Charlene Diserens, Senior Angry and red rose the sun,- Ragged gray clouds scurried by,- They mounted thick and threatening tn mottled crimson sky. icy and strong blew the blast; Come the heavy snow taH; Weary earth Fay buried Under winter's pa . Beckoning, warm vernai sun Called the sivmbering earth To doft her snowy shroud For robes of green rebirth. UPPER SCHOOL POEM WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? by Emily Whiting, Junior You were a dream come true,- You were a song, You were my ioved one, too! Where have you gone? Things were so right before,- Our tove was strong, And then you closed the door. Where have you gone? Page Fifty-eight UPPER SCHOOL SHORT STORY FIRST PRIZE A MOMENT'S HALT by Camilla McDowell, Sophomore A Moment's halt - a momentary taste Of Being from the Welt amid the waste And Lo! e the phantom caravan has reached The Nothing it set out from -- oh, make haste! e Rubyiat of Omar Khayyam The clouds of sleep muddling his brain were pierced by the aIl-too-familiar scream of the alarm clock set for the hour of 7:30. Charles W. Hayes, President of the First National Bank, rolled over and shut oft the screeching instru- ment, which threatened to wreak havoc with his nerves. Must get one at those ciock radios, he thought groggily, struggling to a position faintly reminiscent of the seated human, not so much noise! Hayes was one of those individuals who pride themselves upon eariy rising, but who have an extremely hard time forcing themselves to do so. He stumbled into the pink-and-goid bathroom, his world whirling around him. Making a feeble grab tor a towel rack as it whizzed by, he stopped short in front of the mirror above the wash basin. The image which peered back at him was that of a middle-aged man, graying at the temples, with a florid complexion, narrow gray eyes, an almost the thoughti Grecian nose, and a look of intelligence despite the early hour. Hayes had always been satisfied with his appearance, and this moment of scrutiny brought to light no grounds for complaint. Within a short time, the clean morning odors of toothpaste, shaving cream, and coffee perco- lating downstairs somewhere, had permeated his mental fog, and, wide awake, he returned to the bedroom, glancing toward his wife's bed for signs of life; he saw that she was already stirring. Edith Hayes was well supplied with servants of various descriptions, and so she needn't have risen as eariy as she did. But she had never gotten over the feeling that there was something special about eating breakfast with one's hus- band. So she too rose, although with consid- erably more alacrity than her husband. She made her way to the bathroom, greeting him with a smile, though she Wondered voguelyobout the size of his head after last night's party. But she soon dismissed this thought, for never in fit- teen years had she been able to detect the signs of hangover about Charles. If he suffered the famous effects, he was all too careful to conceal them. Grapefruit, fried eggs, scolding coffee, and three morning papers greeted Charles and Edith upon their arrival downstairs. Seating themselves at opposite ends of the table, they began break- fast. There was something unusually nice about eating breakfast with his wife, thought Charles obsently. Did you notice Fred's attitude toward you last night, dear? Mrs. Hayes opened the cone versation. Fred? Charles looked up from his inspection of the newspaper. Attitude? Nothing special about it that I could see. There was something so u- delicate in the way he - She stopped short, aware of the eHect the word handled would have upon her husband. But he had guessed her meaning, and he flushed, annoyed at her perception. The boy's just trying to get oft to a good start, I think. After all, they have iust moved here but . . . he trailed off, aghast at the condescension in his voice. This would never do. He tried again: It seems to me that we could be rather nice to them. After all We were in their position not so very long ago. Thought I might show them around a little. Get them into things. You know how it is, he finished uncomfortably. Edith did know. She remembered all too well their first cocktail party upon arriving in the city e the cold eyes, and patronizing manner of the guests, as it they knew what the Hayeses were trying to do. But they could not have known, she thought wildly, the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, returning after all these years of success, of prominence They had been so careful! Not trying too hard, yet very nice to all the right people e she hesitated, afraid even to think the formula she knew so wells Her l'tUS' band had done it all, she realized, with his ever- increosing salary, and the way he had always managed to soy and do the right things. He had done it all for her, though he cared little for social prominence. And it had worked, she thought gratefully, because now here was Charles trying to do the same thing for another man. Yes, dear, I guess youlre right. They are an awfully nice couple. With this perfunctory re, mork she placed her stamp of approval upon his actions, and watched him settle relievedly back in his chair, a cigarette between his lips, the fingers of one hand twined around the handle of his cottee cup. They were so safe, she thought. It meant so much to her! They finished the meal without further con- versation; and at last Charles, with a reluctant glance at his watch, pushed back his chair and rose with a sigh. I'll be home in time to dress for the Rowens' cocktail party tonight. She marveled at the way he remembered things. Anything else? Not this evening. anywayv She followed him to the front door, where his car had been brought around. Don't forget to stop by Cam- den's and pick up your suit. They said theyld positively have it finished by today. He nodded, placing a kiss on her forehead, and hurried out to the waiting cor. Amid the roar of the motor, and the momentary con- fusion of settling himself behind the wheel, his briefcase beside him, he still had time to notice how nice Edith looked e nicer than most wives did at this hour of the morning. If it were not for her e He pulled out of the driveway and down the street, quiet with the quiet which only those who stop to listen are apt to notice. He breathed deep ot the crystal air, wishing he were crouched clown behind a duckblind, up to his ankles in mud, a gun on his shoulder, and geese overhead, the good feeling of toll inside him; instead, he sighed, he was settled behind the wheel of a Cadillac, perfectly dry, and discon- tented. If it were not for Edith . . . The morning passed busily, profitably, and uninterestingly for Charles, lost behind the wide expanse of a mahogany desk. He signed papers, drew up papers, threw out papers, and half- wished he could toss out the whole lot. That extra Scotch probably accounted for his ill- humor, he supposed wryly. Back at his desk after lunch at the club with Page Fifty-nine the vice-president, stutted with food he had not wanted, Charles went through the same cere- monies he had performed all morning. The monotony was interrupted by a short discussion with Fred Parrish tCharles winced at the thought of this morning's conversation, and invited the Parrishes to dinner the following weekl; other- wise the afternoon passed in an equally unevent- ful manner. Charles was glad when the time came to leave the bank. He was more than usually tired. After picking Up his suit at Camden's lin spite of his weariness he thought pleasedly of the picture he would present in his dark gray suit with the fashionably narrow lapelsl, he found himself once more behind the wheel of his car, moving out of the city along a main thoroughfare, a minute part of the great spider-web that spread itself over the countryside. As he turned once more into his street, he toyed with the idea of sending his regrets to the cocktail party, but he discarded it immediately when he thought of his wife. It meant so much to her.I The Hayeses made their entrance into the party that evening, Charles resplendent in his narrow, lapelled suit, Edith in her element in a chic black cocktail gown. During the course of the evening, Charles, cornered by some old battle-axe, who was tryr ing to tell him about her last taunt to Nassau, and you never met such lovely people, Mrs Hayes, caught sight of his wife, a Martini in one hand, her eyes glowing, telling probably of the new suit she had ordered from Trigere, which would be more fashionable than anyone else's la tact illaconcealed by its prospective ownerl. It was all for her, he thought, all for her. How hard it had been, and what a knack for it he had, he who did not care one way or the other! It had been worth it, he supposed, iust to see her happy. But some day . . . some day he would wake up and find himself crouched down behind a duck blind, up to his ankles in mud, the good feeling of tall surrounding him, and filled with a quiet which only those who stop to listen are apt to notice. There is a time between waking and sleeping which is usually spent in one of two ways: Page Sixty reviewing the events of the day iust past, and wishing for what might happen tomorrow. Mike Owens was doing a little of both this tall night as he lay protected by two blankets from the chill air blowing in from an open window across the room. He first went over the events of the day. He had risen, the brilliant light of early morning streaming in on him, filled with the nice feeling of a good day ahead. He thought about the lab, as he shaved, enioying the gentle scratch of the razor gliding over his face. Another day of the work he loved faced him, eight more hours of the research and analysis which somehow stimulated him. Anticipation come over him with the old urge he knew so well, the desire to Find out things which no one knows. After fixing breakfast for himself, and tidying up the small apartment, he surveyed it with an air of satisfaction. Meticulous with the neatness peculiar to scientists, he allowed no disorder about his small home. Sweeping the livingrroom with a Final glance, which brought to light noth- ing out of place, he stepped out into the hall, locking the door behind him. As he reached the entrance to the apartment building, he stopped for a moment's glance at the world around him. The air was as fresh as spring, but with an extra zest to it which, Mike thought, no April day could equal. The odor of wood-smoke and de- caying leaves hung over all, and he breathed deep of the pungent smell. He noticed the varied colors of the trees as he walked along the path to the garage - no two hues exactly alike, but all blending with a perfection which could only have been planned beforehand. The sky was a cerulean blue. It was a perfect clay. He enioyed the drive to the laboratory; the car was acting perfectly, in spite of its indefinite age. Mike's mind was clear. He was ready to work miracles. To the average American, the words nuclear fission will connote little. To Mike they meant the love of his life, his work. The old thrill coursed anew through every nerve and fiber of his body as he Worked that day. He measured, figured, poured, wrote, analyzed, and wrote again, with the air of one who loves what he is doing, He hardly noticed what he had for lunch, so engrossed was he in his experiment. As the hands of the clock moved slowly toward live, he worked fast and accurately, until at last, iust as the hour struck, he laid down his stub ot a pencils With a sigh of content, he collected the notations, placed them tenderly in a folder, and reached for his coat. The work was over. The experiment was a suc- cess. He did not quite know what the results meant, but they pointed to something big. He felt sure of that. Now let them say I was a tool! he exulted as he left the lab that crystal afternoon. He thought with pleasure of his decision ten years ago upon his graduation from college -v to take the re- search iob instead of the executive position which paid more, and would have given him no chance to use his new-lound knowledge. It had been a hard choice with his parents set against the pittance their son would receive. But chosen it he had, and now here it was, the goal reached, the task accomplished. Mike Owens thumped his pillow with gusto, and turned on his side to gaze out the window. Enough of retrospect, now it was time to look ahead. Tomorrow he would announce his find- ings, tomorrow he would feel the warmth of pride surging through him as he was commended for his work. The moon come out trom behind a cloud, till- ing the room with a heavenly radiance. Mike had never been so happy! He closed his eyes Ill. The violeteand-gold of early morning light sil- houetted the figure of Sara Houston as she stood in the chill of dawn drawing water from the pump behind the house. Up and down went the heavy handle, and Sara's arms etched from the exertion, and from the feel of the frosty air on her wet arms. At last both buckets were full, and she stood upright with a sigh, gazing out across the fields of her husband's form. For across the undulating land to the east, the sun could be seen emerging from over the rim of the world. As the crowing ot a rooster broke the silence, the first golden rays shot across the land. The beams of gold seemed almost like paths leading over the form into the flaming orb whence they came. To the west, a few remain- ing morning stars were faintly discernible, twink- ling bravely in the pink-gray mist which hung over all. A breeze broke the stillness of the air; birds chirped far above; and a car rattled down the road, the clanking of a loose belt somewhere in its insides announcing the start of the days Sara picked up the heavy buckets and returned to the comforting warmth of a gleaming kitchen. From the oven came the good smell of bread baking, for Sara had been Up for an hour. She found it hard to remain in bed when there were so many tasks calling to her. And so she had risen even earlier than her husband. Now, since the coffee was bubbling merrily on the stove, and the water drawn, there was nothing left to do for the moment. She sank into a chair, and put her forehead against the cool tile of the kitchen table. As a child she had leved the early morning, for she could think better then. She had formed the habit of early rising whenever she had a problem to thrash out with herself. And so it was today, Sara straightened up, reached in her pocket for the letter she had received yesterday. She smoothed out its folds once more with a sigh. She did not have to look at it. She could close her eyes and see her mother sitting at the big old- fashioned desk in the library of her huge home, her lips compressed, her back straight, the words flowing easily from her pen. Oh, the words, the clever words . s . . . house is so lonely without you . . . most marvelous ball at Penelopeis Tuesday night i . t Roger called yesterday . . , still loves you . . . so right for each other . . . And then the death blow: Why don't you come home, my darling . . . not too late . . . annulment . . . you and Roger married . . Sara's heart turned over within her. It all came back to her with startling reality-that day two years ago when she and Ed had announced their plans for marriage, and a simple life on Ed's farm e her mother's tears, and her Jinther's strange quiethhow they begged her not to go -Roger's face when she told them -n all rushed into her mind with terrible clarity. And the worst part of alle-she did want to return to the city! How she longed to wear cocktail gowm, and go to parties and luncheons, and play bridge, and live in a big house on a hill, with a broad lawn and shady trees. And never have to work again! Never have to draw Page Sixty-one water at six in the morning! She sighed; Iost in dreams of the oId days when she and Roger had Ioved each other. Suddenly, quite suddenly, she thought of Ed, iust when she had not wanted to. She put the letter back in her pocket with finality, saying to herself, I'll go through it later-when I can reason better. She was returned entirely to the present by the sound of her husband's footsteps on the stairs. She flushed, and busied herself with fixing the meal. Ed was unusually cheerful at breakfast today. He seemed almost to sense her inner turmoil, and responded by being very nice. Sara was grateful. She kissed him goodebye as he left the house, watching him stride across the yard to the barn, his shoulders straight, the sunlight striking his dark hair. She did love him so! In the lives of farmers' wives, there isibut Iittle time just to sit and think. For once Sara was glad of this, for she was prolonging the moment when she would have to solve her problem. She worked busily alI day, cleaning, cooking, feeding stock, washing, and helping Ed whenever he needed it. She seemed to have a door in her mind which shut out aIl disturbing thoughts, and allowed in only safe things, things she needn't fear. At Just the sun sank in the west, leaving Earth touched with gold. Before she knew it, Sara was taking dinner off the stove, and Ed was coming in, tired and furnished. In the last light of the fading day, Ed and Sara ate together, acutely aware of each other, and then went into the living room, where she settled in a chair with a piece of mending, he with the evening paper. Sara Iistened as Ed told her of the day's events-crops, Iivestock, work, and more work,- she noticed, as always, his enthu- siasm when he spoke of his Iand. His eyes shone as he talked, and she knew that here, if ever, was a man who beIonged to the land. It's in my blood, Sora, he said simply, just as you are I could never leave either of you. HI know, dear, she replied. And then it came to her, with something of the suddenness of a slamming door about it. She knew she could Page Sixty-two never tell this mangthat she was about to leave him. She could never find it in herself to ruin his life. She wouId stay with him, and share his Iov-e forever with the land which heId such fascination for him. She sat in the meIIow quiet of the Iamplight, her fingers moving mechan- ically about her knitting, her mind mercifully numb. Finally Ed rose to go Upstairs. 'Are you coming now, Sara? he asked. In a minute, she replied. There's something I have to do first. She went into the kitchen, and stood by the hearth, as the flames crackled hotiy in the dark room. She threw the letter into the Fire, watched the hungry fIames consume the fragment of paper, and knew that a part at her was being burned. Then she turned slowly, sat down at the kitchen table, put her head in her arms, and started to cry. THE END ae UPPER SCHOOL SHORT STORY SECOND PRIZE THE GROWING TIME by Gayle Spinner, Senior I placed the receiver back on the hook and stretched my mouth into what I hoped looked like a smile. I walked past my mother in the living room and went Up the stairs to my room, I shut the door quietIy behind me and dropped on the bed. I didn't slam the door or throw my- self at the bed dramatically. The feeling inside of me was not one which could be relieved in a violently physicai manner. It was a sensation of emptiness, as though my body were an empty shell, devoid of internal organs. One week had passed since I had met him; but I felt at least ten years older now than I had at our First meeting. We had first seen each other at what had started out to be a terrible party. It was one of those ghastly affairs to which the host had in- vited everyone he had ever talked to, without regard to the congeniaIity of the group. The room was festooned with garlands of crepe paper flowers and smelled strongly of perfume, cigarette smoke, and beers l was dancing with a lad who considered him- self an even match for Nelson, Astaire, or Champion. He tried to execute an intricate dip; and, being entirely unprepared for it, I wavered wildly, lost my balance, and pulled us both to the floor. Amid shrieks of laughter, I picked my- self up, brushed off my skirt and tried to look inconspicuous. In dismay I watched my partner rush OH muttering about the clumsiness of some people . One at the boys who had been leaning against the wall came over and asked me if I'd sit the next dance out with him. I was so grateful to him for coming to my rescue that I would have agreed to anything to get out at the spotlight. His name was Martin, he told me. He was a iunior in college His hair was dark, very dark. He smelled of Ivory soap and shaving lotion. His teeth were even and very white in contrast with the deep tan of his face. We talked for hours about football, movies, religion, and politics He walked me home at the end of the party. The air was cool. The smell of burned leaves lingered about. The stars were pale lights in a sky of gray-blue velvet; and the moon was a thin, curved, silvery thread suspended above the bare trees. A dog barked as we passed one of the houses, and we both laughed and barked back at him. We ran hand in hand for a while down the middle of a lonely street. When we stopped running, my heart was beating hard aginst my ribs. I felt exhilarated. Every nerve was tingling and alive. We reached home much too soon. He stood on the porch with me while I hunted through my purse for my key. Then he turned me around so that I was facing him. His ears were pink with the cold and his coat smelled faintly ot moth- balis. When he kissed me his eyelashes brushed against my face; and my heart seemed to swell so within my chest, I thought I'd suffocate I put my arms around his neck and could feel the roughness of the hair at the back of his neck. I turned and went into the house. That was Friday night. I was sure had call. I was busy Saturday night, but every now and then I'd remember the way he looked when he laughed and my heart wouid grow warm. Sunday night I sat tensely, doing my home- work. Every fiber of my being was waiting tor the telephone. When it rang, I knocked over my chair and my brother in my haste to answer it Then I deliberately let it ring twice before I answered it. A friend of my mother's was calling about a P.T.A. meeting. I cried silently inside at the iniustice at it, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday passed in a similar manner, Thursday I lifted my head when the 'phone rang but let Mother answer it. It wasn't for me. Friday and Saturday my heart didn't miss a single beat when the 'phone pealed. Then tonight I picked up the receiver, and his voice came clear and vibrant from the other end. We talked for a few minutes, and then I hung up on the pretext of having unfinished homework. My room is quite dark now and the faint glow of a streetlight shining through the trees casts little shadOWS on the wall. It had hurt me when he didn't call; but the knowledge that he no longer mattered to me cut for deeper than his neglecting me had. It I told Mother she'd tell me that it was all a part of growing up. Why do they call this the happiest time of your life? What is this painful time called adolescence? y UPPER SCHOOL SHORT STORY HONORABLE MENTION ONE OF THE HERD by Gayle Spinner, Senior As the girls entered the room, I turned and shot a glance at Janey. She stifled a giggle and raised her right eyebrow. I had iUst leaned for- ward to hear what Sue was saying about our visitor when Mrs. Rule called the class to order. Boys and girls, she said, this is Henrietta Lewis, a new girl. I'm sure you'll all make her feel welcome. This, I sincerely doubted. Henny, as she was to be called, stood about five feet eleven in her stocking feet. She was clad in a red-and-green plaid skirt and a brown-and-white striped blouse. Her dull brown hair was braided, and the braids were wound neatly around her head. On her mouth she wore a perpetually friendly grin. When class was dismissed, I ran to ioin the other girls at the drinking fountain. Page Sixty-three Have you ever seen such a funny looking soul in all your born days? Julie asked. None of us had. At lunch time we all congregated at our usual table and had iust begun to talk of the home- coming dance, when Henrietta approached and sat down next to me. My this sure is a beautiful school, she boomed in a hearty voice. The girls at the next table tittered quite audibly, but those at our table were not amused. Honestly, Barbie said sharply, 'it's getting so that privacy is a scarce commodity. Hlsn't it terrible? agreed Henny, never apply- ing the remark to herself. The weeks were away and Henny remained the butt of many wisecracks and practical iokes. My this shore is a beeyootitul school, the boys would mimic, sending the girls into gales of laughter. Throughout it all Henny remained ob- livious. She still strode through the halls greet- ing everyone with a grin or nod. I'm not sure iust how the ioke all began; I don't think anyone meant to have it end the way it did. It just happened. We were all in the locker room changing into our gym suits when Henny walked in. Barbie called to her, and she came over to our group. We all sensed that something was in the air but we weren't sure what. Did you know that Cliff Williams told Bob Baker that you were almost sure to be elected Homecoming Queen by the football squad? Barbie asked Henny. Now we all understood the fake; everyone, that is, except Henny. CIiFt Williams was a local hero. Loads of muscle, charm, and dark curly hair, made him extremely popular with the girls, and his sense of humor and his skill on the football field made him equally well liked by the boys. As Barbie talked to Henny, the Iatter's whole face lit up. HI saw him watching me in class today, she shyly confided Yes, he probably had been look ing at her in class. CliFF did an imitation of Henny at parties that always put the gang in stitches. Very likely he had been watching her, hoping that she would come up with some new oda' mannerism that he could work into a skit for the next party. By the end of the week everyone at school Page Sixly-fabr knew about the trick being played on Henny. And everyone played along beautifully. Friday afternoon we were decorating the gym for the dance the following evening; the tall: had drifted, as it so often did, to the subiect ot Henny, Cliff did a bit of his imitation and the rest of us willingly ioined in. We had been clowning for some time, when suddenly I noticed the figure by the door. It was Henny. Her face was the color of Santa's pants and there was no smile on her mouth. She turned and walked out. None of us made any move to go after her. Henny never came back to school. Somewhere I heard that she had a iob dipping candy or something. It isn't my fault that she couldn't take it; I didn't tell them to treat her that way, But I could have told them not to. -x U PPER SCHOOL ESSAY FIRST PRIZE BROTHERHOOD by Marianne Weil, Senior The world could not exist unleSs we had some form of brotherhood. This word cannot be de- fined unless we think clearly about ourselves and the people around us. First, we must consider in our everyday life what we think of other people, and our reactions to what they do. We must ask ourselves whether we are tolerant, whether we are willing to forgive. Are we as courteous, as thoughtful as we could be? All these things make up the idea and principle of brotherhood. This not only means being tolerant and thoughtful of other races or religions, but of people with whom we live and those we see constantly. In these times of universal troubles and turmoil, we, in our small world here in America, can help things along it we will be friendly and thoughtful of every person with whom we come into contact. We must have faith in other people, respect their ideas; and, most important, we must respect our own, for brotherhood is to be lived and to be spreacl by ourselves. UPPER SCHOOL ESSAY SECOND PRIZE A DAY IN THE CITY by Camilla McDowell, Sophomore The City blinked its eyes. The sun was shining in them, as it rose golden over the world at the start of a new day. The City yawned and stretched. An early morning subway rattled somewhere deep in its insides as the great metropolis accustomed itself to the thought of one more day to live through. Yes, the City was tired of living, tired of watching its inhabitants kill themselves daily. How many traffic accidents today? it thought wearily. How many crazy maniacs on my streets today? The people were coming alive again, stream- ing into the Great City as it watched automobiles scurrying through the canyons between tall sky- scrapers; heard the screech of brakes, and the angry voices of indignant motorists, none of whom considered themselves responsible for what they were involved in; smelled the smells of burned tires and stripped gears, and over all, antiseptics from the emergency wards of its hos- pitals; felt the crashes all over its sprawling body; tasted blood in its mouth. All clay the City smelled, heard, felt, tasted, and saw these things - and all day it pondered them. There were so few, 50 pitifully few people who even began to realize what the City had known since the day its first car had uppearedrn its inhabitants were unable to cope with the things they'd invented. Oh, thought the City, it only they'd come to their senses about this tral'th problem! Its papers each day were full of acci- dents and fatalities, and each day the people shook their heads and muttered, Why don't people be careful? Why don't people be careful? thought the City And before it had finished the question, it knew the answer: Because the average American citizen will never realize that it can happen to him, too. The City shook its head. With all its strength, its industries, laboratories, factories, businesses - it was still powerless to stop the destruction that was going on inside it. Now that famous Exodus, the Five O'clock Rush, was beginning. The City winced as it felt another crash, on its Lower East Side. What tools they were! With all the knowledge they pos- sessed, few of them had any common sense. The sun had sunk behind a mountain of tene- ments, and the City lit its lamps. Now some of the people came into the City again, primed with cocktails-andrhighballIs-before-dinner. The eve- ning passed uneventfully, and the City was iust settling itself when it heard a crash from its inner regions. It sounded serious. The City looked. Its gaze fell upon a desolate sight: 'a railroad bridge, two cars hopelessly entangled on the thoroughfare beneath the bridge, blood in the street, glass and twisted metal spread over the pavement, a lamp-post tilted at a tipsy angle. A breeze had sprung up from the river, It stirred a banner floating from the bridge: It you driVE, don't drink; it you drink, don't drive! It fluttered sadly in the night airt The City shook its head, uttered a sigh which sounded, oddly, like the wall of an ambulance siren, and closed its eyes. It was asleep. at UPPER SCHOOL ESSAY FIRST HONORABLE MENTION CITY WILD LlFE by Jane Eyler, Freshman Can you imagine about thirteen quail sitting on your window-sill all at one time, each trying to get its fill before the sparrows or cardinals try to frighten them aWUy? Our windaw-sill is iust that way, and it is one of our winter ioys. In the fall we heard the clear whistle of the Bob-White and found that a covey of them were in the back yard scratching in the leaves under the thick bushes around our yard. A few days later we found out that the quail like whole-kernel corn. We purchased ten pounds of the corn, but that was soon gone. The next time we got more, for they are big eaters, and we wanted our new bird friends to stay. At first they found the corn near the hedge. Then gradually they followed the scattered path of Page Siny-tive grains up to the porch, and, to our ioy,the feeder on the window-silll It seems to be quite unusual that they leave the ground even that far to feed. They are a happy, eongenial family, for they always come together. Quail are easily frightened, since they are very shy. It you are lucky to be near the window, you can watch them. But the least sound or move- ment scares them OH. They build their nests on the ground and generally walk in their quick little paces, their bodies wobbling and their heads bobbing up and down. They are seldom seen in Hight, It is o surprise when we open the door and hear the sound like the roaring of an airplane motor, to see them in fast, short Flight toward the cover of winter leaves under the hedge-bushes. Their coloring is so near that of winter foliage it is hard to see them when they are on the ground. At times, on a cold day, they will be huddled together in a complete circle trye ing to keep warm. Hunters have even found them this way, frozen to death. In our state they are song birds, but in other states where they are game birds, hunters take their Pointer dogs along, because the dog can scent the smell of the quail and then freeze in that direction. The hunter can then take a shot at them. Each time the quail visit our window-sill it is a rare, wiId-life treat. We hope that we can keep them coming back. .K UPPER SCHOOL ESSAY SECOND HONORABLE MENTION LIFE WlTH HERMAN by Dorothy Pagel, Freshman So you want a rabbit, and your mother won't let you have one? All you have to do is soft- soap one of your relatives and she'll buy you Page Sixty-six one. When you take it home, your mother will have a fit , and she'll say you cant keep it. Just tell her it would be impolite to get rid of it because it is a gift. Now that you have a rabbit what are you going to name it, e Floppy, Blackie, or Peter? Oh! you are naming him Her- manl. Naturally you can't keep him in the house; so out you trot to the garage with a box, a piece of screen, and of course, the rabbit. Now you should teed Herman some rabbit pellets and lettuce, and give him some water. Listen, your mother is -calling for lunch. Hurry in and let Herman get used to his new home. To-day, let Herman into the yard to eat some grass. What's that you say? He'll rUn away? You must put a fence in the yard so he can't get out. Now that Herman is in his pen, go into the house and get his water bowl. Now what are you yelling about? Herman's gone? Why don't you look in the log pile, because I think I see a little black spot. See! What did I tell you, e there is Herman, Now you are in for trouble, e Herman can iump fences. Oh! Oh! Here comes your dad. Better get in for dinner! Put Herman in the garage for the night. Well! Weill You are up bright and early to see your little pet. What's wrong? Herman's gone again? Oh no, ... it looks as if you are in for more trouble. Here comes Mrs. Davis, your next door neighbor, and she has Herman. Wait until your parents hear he ate most of her tulips. You had better put Herman in the garage and get into the house to explain the matter to your mother. Pray tell, what are you crying about? Do you have to get rid of him? What! Herman's gone? Oh, that is too bad. Oh well, your troubles are over for a while HONORABLE MENTION Ann Bartlett, Firs? Grade PRIZE DRAWING Corrinne Pennington, First Grade HONORABLE MENTION Camilla McDowell, Sophomore HONORABLE MENTION Peggy Klee, Eighth Grade HONORABLE MENTION Jacqueline Sfroder, Third Grade NK A M5: K V ; : 7: 53k ,x RV fitt-K , i HONORABLE MENTION Susan Clancey, Freshman HONORABLE MENTION Abby Carrol, Eighfh Grade Page ijly-seven ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The MILESTONE sfaf? sincerely wishes to thank Mrs. Juhel, Miss Walsh, Mrs. Von Sfein, Miss Jones, and Miss Foron for their advice and assistance. We would also like 10 Thank The students and other faculty members for Their co- operation. The headings were drawn by Elizabeth Foshoy 0nd Celia Wright. A A. Milne's Winnie the Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner have supplied not only all quotations but also inspiration for many of the drawings. X COMMITTEES FOR MILESTONE CONTEST Primary Literature High School Prose Mrs. Pierre Jean Juhel Mrs. George F. Koch Mrs. Dick Mohhisen l Miss May Jo Schwaab Mrs, Hurry W. Whiffaker Intermediate Literature Miss Nancy Foshay High School Poetry Mrs. John B Hunter Mrs. Charlotte Louise Groom Braunstein Mrs. Mary Muffhews Mrs, William Massey Foley Miss Clara Loveland Art Mrsl W. J. R. Alexander Miss Katherine King Mrs. Robert Nelson 7! PATRONS Mr. and Mrs. Charles M. Diserens Mr. and Mrs. Donald C. Grimth Mr. J05. B. Gurren Mr. and Mrs, Clarence Heldman Dr, and Mrs. H. Hepp Mr. and Mrs. Fred Lazarus, III Mr. and Mrs. H. Eugene Smith . and Mrs. I. M. Pease, Jr. ,3 Page Sixfy-eighl ALUMNAE ENGAGEMENTS Penelope Winship Herr and James Sterling Evans Ann Parrish Garretson and Albert Frank Benedict Joan Drewry and H. Lee AfwelI, Jr. Joan Elizabefh Hcrshman and Charles Louis Thomas Monelfe Andruud and Richard A. McKenney Nancy Anne Fasf and Francis A. Simmons MARRIAGES Elizabeth Ann ChotHeld and John Joseph Brown Martha Mundy Sfoehr and Frank T. Balke Georgiana Scott Marvin and Charles Beniamin Taylor, Jr. Elizabeth Woodmunsee Brown and Robert Truman Bonhum Anne Landon Woods and Robert SaHler Harrison BIRTHS Carolyn Stanley Banks - Son Nancy Eariy Lesh Son Jane Vinsonholer Koch u Son Mary Van Antwerp Fobe Daughter Sylvia Fry Welles Son Nancy Jane Fry Crane - Daughter Joan Bolyeut Anderson Dough1er Laura Jean Ferguson Leisinger Daughter Patricio Armswong Asbury - Dc: Ughfer Dorothy Grueninger Henry h Daughter June Buber Twachfman Daughter Frances Rickens Sullivan Daughfer Natalie Bullinger Barileff -- Son Anne Durham Giardina Son Carol Carrier von Stade Daughter Lonsdafe Green Hickler Son Befsy Wulsin Bennett, Jr, Son Olivia Ramsey Brown - Son NOTES Barbara Byrne WHder and William Andrew Henley, Jr. Charlotte Elizabeth Craig and John A. Avri! Barbara Anne Klee and Lodge Weber Korlanne Foley and William Sctu Houer Jean MaxWell Schmidlupp and Charles Dude Pauly Nancy Foshuy and Henry F. Neighbors, Jr. Elizabeth Jordan Dill and Graham Humes Sheila Coxworfh and Wiley Dinsmore Sharon McNay Payler and Richard George Yosf, Jr. Grace Sinfon Milburn and Peter Robert Thorns Dorothy Ann Wood and Thomas E. Price Alexandra Houck and Edward TA Kennedy Charlene Ruth Simons and Joseph Arthur Huvlovic Elizabeth Temple SchoH and Arlun Herbert Tiemeyer Belle Cherry Lyford and David Fleischer Helena HolferhoH Sive Daughter SaIly Wadsworth Brighrwell Doughfer Marjorie Soyres Hill Sorron Daughter Jane Rife Richardson a Daughter Harriet Carofhers BeHs Daughter Dorothea Allen Fleischman Daughter Dorothy Whittaker Reed Son Jean Quinn Chapman -r Daughter Rosamond Reed Wulsin - Son Dorothy Meyer Krumme Daughter Molly Maish Harrison h Daughter Mary Jane Mchwan Dryak - Son Lyon Bodhom Winchester w Son Frances Wagner Elder - Son June Bishop Currell - Son Alice Hiil Bradford Costlemcm Son Dorothy Koehler Foster Son Janet Wagner Pefif Son Page Sixiy-nine CALENDAR September 17 1 School opened October 9 1 Convocation with Activity Heads October 16 1 New Girls' Party October 27 1 Alumnae Hockey Game October 29 1 School Carnival October 30 1 Holiday November 7 1 Silver Tea November 26, 27 1 Thanksgiving Holidays December 4 1 Dramatic Club Play, You Can't Take It With You December 9 1 Eighth Grade Bake Sate December10 1 Swimming Meet at Williams HY December 16 1 Concert at Woman's Club by Sixteen Girls December 17 1 Swimming Meet at Williams Y December 18 1 Christmas Pageant; Christmas Holidays Began December 19 1 Junior-Senior From January 5 1 School Resumed January 13 1 Convocation: Sammy Jacobs Talked about His Experiences in Holland January 20 1 Seventh Grade Skating Party January 21 1 Travelers' Aid Talk by Miss Gladys Rideout January 26, 27, 28, 29 1 Examsll February 3 1 Ninth Grade Bake Sale February 10, 11 1 Mrt Malott took pictures for the Milestone. February 22 1 Holiday for Washington's Birthday February 24 1 Smith College Movie March 2 1Junior Bake Sale March 8 1 Mifestone Convocation, announcing results of contests March 10 1 Convocation.- Tqu by Bishop Michael Coleman March 17 1 Sixth Grade Fashion Show March 20 1 Gilbert 81 Sullivan Revue, by the Glee Club March 24 1 Eighth Grade Variety Show March 26 1 Spring Vacation Begun April 6 1 School Resumed following Spring Vocation April 13 1 Convocation: Talk by Judge Otis R. Hess April 141 Ninth Grade Movie April 19 1 Seventh and Eighth Grades Dance April 20 1 Fourth and Fifth Grades gave Puppet Show Apr1123 1 Alumnae Tea April 29 1 French Convocation May 5 1 Convocation: Program by UGamboliers of Country Day School Muy121H AC Show May 19 1 May Fete May 27 1 Exams Begin May 29 1 Ninth Grade Party at Ault Pork June 4 1 Commencement Rehearsal June 5 1 Commencement. Page Seventy Complimenfs of THE DRAMATIC CLUB STIER'S Prescripfion Pharmacy COMPLIMENTS . . 0 . . . 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