Collegiate School - Torch Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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IIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIllIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Il II Il IIIIII III Il I III I I I I IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII T H E T O R C H 63 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I II Ill I IIII IIIIIII IIII I I I I I II llllllllllllllllll A Conversation Between Two Girls in 1945 Oh, Courtenay, look here, look what l've found. You know what it is? lt's the 192-I annual of Collegiate School, where our mothers went to school. You know l never dreamed that we should find anything interesting in this box of motherls school- girl collection. HOh, Kitty, stop soliloquizing and get a move on you and let's open up and see what's withinf' Look at this picture of the faculty, no wonder mother says she got higher marks than I do, look what kind-looking teachers she had. You know what, Courtenay, l be that one with the smile is Miss Moretield, the English teacher that mother says used to squelch her one minute and tell such a funny joke the next that she would forget how hard she had been sat on. And look, Kitty, the girls on the editorial staff don't all look like book-worms. Gosh, arenit there some gems in this picture gallery of Seniors? You know, Kitty, I think l'll have to go there just to have one nice thing said about mefl Courtenay, aren't these darling little rhymes? And look, here are pictures of each class. And isn't this an attractive art studio ? HKitty, pull up a chair and let,s read these stories, they look so interesting. Gee! here,s a romance, Kitty, didn't mother say, the other day, that when she was our age, she had never heard of a romance ?,' Heh, Courtenay, even the little children were smart at that school, for they had a department all to themselves called Primary. Oh, Courtenay, here is a picture of your mother on the basketball team. Wasn't she darling?', Oh, Catherine, look at the snappy-looking riding habits the members of the Riding Club wore, and aren't these darling-looking girls in the Dramatics Club play ? Ahem, look at these jokes, and then mother says it isn't nice to joke about your teachers. 'i'Well, Kitty, l am resolved on one thing, and that is, that when we move back to Richmond l am going to the Collegiate School and get my own copy of THE TORCH of 194-S. FRANCES LEIGH VVILLIAMS, '26,

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