College of the Sisters of Bethany - Ivy Leaf Yearbook (Topeka, KS)

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IIIIIIIllIIIIIllIIllIIIIIIllIIIIIIIllllIlNHIllIIlNIIIIIIIIIIIHIUIIHIIVIE T H E I V Y L E A F ,IIIIIIIlUIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIllIIIIHHlIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIIIIIHIJIIIII1 A History of the Senior Class 'of l927 If a visitor had entered Bethany's portal in 1923, she would have found a group of girls answering to the name of Freshmen but fulfilling none of the details. In place of ambling aimlessly and disconsolately around the buildings, as Freshmen have ever done, they defied all conventions by entering the school year with a lot of vim, an organized class, with Mervene Ricklefs its president, and with the motto, Little acorns into great oaks grow. As we follow them through their Sophomore year we see many evidences of their presence, among which was a piano recital given by Mary Noble Oliphint. In the fall of twenty-five the Little Acorns showed great signs of development for many, many new girls added their strength to aid its growth. Miss Pauline Kerns, their sponsor, with the aid of Dena Libbin, their president captained them through a successful year of activities. The publication of a Bethany Weekly, The Junior Jumble, was a novel and clever idea. Their candy booth at the Bazaar showed them to be skilled in culinary arts, as did the Bishop's Cup, Won by them on Field Day, show them to be an 'fall round group of girls. Those of you who attended the Junior-Senior Prom will not soon forget what a delightful dance it was. As we draw to the close of 1927 we begin to realize how much a Senior means to a school. They have helped in every task and pleasure and I feel sure that no small credit should be given to Miss Annie Eustace, their sponsor, and to Pauline Robinette, their president. Their motto as Freshmen, and maintained and striven for by them during their high school years has materialized. The acorn has indeed grown into a stable and dependent oak. Senior Will We, the Senior Class of '27, being in a sound and sane mind, do hereby solemnly will and bequeath, to our successors, the Senior Class of '28, the following, in good faith: I, Pauline Robinette, do will and bequeath to Sarah Ewart, my captivating lisp and charming articulation. I, Edna Hawkes, do will and bequeath to Margaret Ragan my fine plump figure so she will obtain my broad expanse of knowledge. I, Ella Barber, do will and bequeath to Anna Croco my athletic fleetness. I, Dorothy Hanson, do will and bequeath to Helen Blake, my sylph-like figure and love of reducing. I, Mary Noble Oliphint, do will and bequeath to Helen Miller my lovable disposi- tion. I, Dena Libbin, do will and bequeath to Betty Harvey, my hair pins and only hair net. I, Christine Thomson, do will and bequeath to Sarah Ewart, my southern accent. I, Dora Stephen, do will and bequeath to Helen Miller, my long golden tresses. I, Mervene Ricklefs, do will and bequeath to Helen Miller, my long life at Bethany. I, Verne Wagner, do will and bequeath to Betty Harvey, my severe, boyish bob. In testimony whereof, we do hereby set our hand and seal, this thirteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred twenty-seven. Pauline Robinette Dena Libbin Edna Hawkes Christine Thomson Ella Barber Dora Stephen Dorothy Hanson Mervene Ricklefs Mary Noble Oliphint Verne Wagner W't : 1 nesses Miss Eustace Miss Duddleston. Page Twenty-three IIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIllllllllllIIIIHIIIIIIHHHIHIIHIIIIIIIIHIHHKHIIIIHIHIIIIIHIIIIIIIH I 9 2 7 lIIlIlHIHIIIlIIIIIHIIHIIIIIHlHIH!IIIIIIIIIHIHIIHIIHIIHHIIIlllIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHIIIHIII

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