Columbia School - Hourglass Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 88 of the 1953 volume:

THE HOUKGLASS Ann Hint -Editor-in-Chief nn Lini.mri.ii-Business .Manager THE STUDENTS UF THE COLUMBIA SCHOOL i Hiuhester, N. Y. present THE 1953 HOURGLASS F.uitor-in-Chike--Ann Hi nt ’53 Business Manager-Ann Littleeikui ’53 Literary Stall Pam Biniiam ' 53 Loraim: Bii.i.s ’53 Eleanor Clark ’53 In u m rim Farrow ’53 Mara McAm mono ’53 Lynn Pucci ’5 3 Jan NT-: Ward ’53 Pi-.ggv Eoxai.l ' 54 Salia Hi nt ’54 Sai ia N Nancy Lowk.nthal ' 54 Margaret Pi year ’54 Ca nthia Thomson ’54 Mary 1.01 Bratt ’55 Jane Knight ’55 Pi nna Di i.aiti ld ’56 Sarah Mills ’56 I .or 101 DeI .aCour ’57 Judith Hudson ’57 :1101s ’5« Business Stall M01 1 a Ri sin ' 53 1111 i n Shaw ’53 Barbara Bowman ’54 Virginia Gai.braii h ’54 Sai.lv Barkii am ’55 Carol Clements ’55 Harriet F.lwood ' 56 Siiara 1. St reet ’56 Hester Hit lkbush ’57 Margery Whitaker ’57 Cat Pierson ’5 3 Art Stall J am Brfese ’53 I .or an r Cl ark ’ 56 Si 1 Rodgers ’57 Art Editor Karen Young ’53 Photography Editor-Linda McGhee ’5 3 THE SKIPPERS Mrs. 1)i i.i.a F.. Simpson Headmistress It has been fun as w ell as chal¬ lenging to work with your class. You w ere willing to work; you have intellectual curiosity. .More¬ over, you have a sense of humor that made us all realize when we were taking ourselves and each other too seriously. YVe have had a good time w ith you! Nell Skillin .Mark says that “All things are possible to him that believeth.” If to this you add an eagerness to believe the best, each of you will have the key to the best possible life. Your unusual loyalty and vour great faith in this school over the years have made it a better one. I like to know that you will continue to leaven every community of which you are a part. Della F.. Simpson 4 .Miss Nn.i. S. Skillin Assistant Headmistress WE DEDICATE THIS BOOH TO MISS CHILI) in appreciation and with thanks for the kind and understanding guidance you have given us in our projects, large and small. We will never forget your quiet assistance on our Bazaar, forums and this book. We leave with regret, but we know that, like a ship, we can prove our seaworthiness only by going farther from the home port. THE NAVIGATORS m 9i W j 5 fiV • i • VI {jw - • ' jS l A ■ Mrs. Della Simpson, M.A., Headmistress; Current History Miss Nell Skillin. M.F.d. Assistant I leadmistress; Chemistry Mrs. Jean (Campbell, B.S. Middle School Fnglish, Science Miss Ruth C. Child, Ph.l). I-nglish Miss F.lizabcth Churchill, M.A. Mathematics Mrs. Laura Plass, Diploma in Teaching Middle School Mathematics, Social Studies Miss Jean Reid, 15.A. Mathematics, Science, Biolt, Miss l lizabeth Stubbs, M.A. Typing, Secretary Miss Lucilc Sh etland, 15.A. I ' ifth Grade Miss Grace Dimcnt, Diploma in teaching Third Gr ade Miss Priscilla Fergusson Nursery School Mr. Theodore I lollcnhach Singing Miss Maisie Littlefield, B.S. Nursery School Miss Dorothy Meehan, B.S. Physical education, 1 lygicnc Mr. Alfred L. Meicnbackcr, Jr., B.A. Art, History of Art Miss Helen Monroe, B.A. First and Second Grade Miss F.dith Nyc, B.A. History, Social Studies Mrs. Marguerite Trcman, Certificate French Miss Joan Twaddle, M.A. Latin, Fnglish Mile. Olga Vuagniaux, Diplomc Pcdagogique French, Spanish Miss Carolyn Weston, M.A. Kindergarten Miss Grace Alexander Secretary Mrs. Katherine Jensen, B.A., B.S. in I..S. Librarian Mrs. Zelda Johnson. B.S. Food Supervisor Miss Lillian Jones, R.N. School Nurse Joann Arlink Allkndork The Titian-haired beauty of the class ... quiet, but we know she’s around . . . our telephone chatterbox ... a splits expert with a swivel neck . . . “What’s that mumble. Mademoiselle Allendorf?” . . . the proud possessor of a much envied, placid disposition . . . and a natural brain that can make the hardest things sound so simple ... JO. Class President 2; Dress Committee 2; Class Secretary- Treasurer 3; Student Council 3; Food Committee Chairman, Fathers’ and Daughters’ Banquet 3; Study Hall Committee 4; Finance Committee Chairman. Christmas Dance 4; Class Forum 2,4; White Team; 3 years at Columbia. f .‘Knowledge is a treasure, but practice is the key to it. —A Proverb o Ann Dickinson Barry “Pot”... she’s come in first... a champ again... another trophy for her collection ... a cosmo¬ politan gal who entertains royally . . . our returned wanderer . . . “Tindaloa” . . . she’ll take you anywhere . . . fun to be with, and most generous with what she has . . . ANN. Social Welfare Committee 1; Library Committee 4; Glee Club 4; Blue Team; 3 years at Columbia. “A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! —Shakespeare 8 A Light brown pageboy . . . and expressive eyes . . . our jack-in-the-box . . . she’s always pop¬ ping up with a new, clever idea ... a quiet, delightful sense of humor . . . always ready with a witty comment ... a chemistry whiz . . . with decorating imagination . . . she’s an¬ other Amelia F.arhart and a “kitten on the kevs” ... LORY. lacs President 1; Hourglass Staff 1,2,3,4; Study Hall Committee 3; Finance Committee Chairman, Fathers’ and Daughters’ Banquet 3; Dramatic Club 4; Secretary, Student Council 4; Decorations Committee Chairman, Graduation Dance 3; Class Forum 2,4; Decorations Committee Chairman, Christmas Dance 4; Blue Team; 4 years at Columbia. and wisdom are born with a wan. —John Seldon Pa.mki.a Nina Bf.nham Dark brown, naturally curly hair . .. the envy of us all . . . our midget with the built-in springs ... “Thanks a bunch!” ... she summers in Canandaigua .. . our little Gretel . . . “Baby Benham” . . . “Dad probably has that in the store.” . . . duck walk . . . musical, artistic, athletic .. PAM. Glee Club 1,2,3,4; Social Work 2; “The Gondoliers” 1; Study Hall Committee 2; Dress Committee 3; “Hansel and Gretel” 3; Hourglass Staff 3,4; Class Forum 2; Chairman, Dress Committee 4; Class Secretary-Treas¬ urer 4; White Team; 4 years at Columbia. “Music is the thing of the world that I love most. —Samvel Pepys 1 Elkanok Moffi it Cl.AKK Beautiful l)lue eyes and a pleasant face ... a vocalist of no mean talent, she’s a master com¬ poser and lyric writer . . . and the chief re¬ tailer of stationery and C. S. hats ... St. Paul’s Junior Choir standard hearer .. . “Give me the list of your committee” . . . looking for a new idea? . . . ask F.LLIF.. Glee Club 2,3,4; Class Forum 2; Co-chairman of Pound 3; Chairman, Graduation Dance 3; “Hansel and Grctcl” 3; Keeper of Student Activities Book 4; Hourglass Staff 2,3; Dramatic Club 4; Social Work 4; White Team; 3 years at Columbia. “This music mads me! —Shakespeare Jam Bikm it Bri.isf Short . . . she doesn’t quite make five feet . . . curly hair ... an inquiring mind that leaves no subject unexplored . . . “Well ... I would say that—” . . . our industrious individualist . . . and an incessant talker . . . Little Miss Photog¬ raphy, the originator of Camera Day ... a lover of horses . . . and a collector of hillbilly recordings . . . JANIE. Hourglass Art Staff 4; White Team; 214 years at Columbia. “There is nothing either good or had , but thinking makes it so. —Shakespeare C_a k«-V- • 57 10 Sarah Porikr Hcnckrkokd Ci.arkk As merry ns the day is long. ' ' —Shakespeare __ . t r y f LOjJ Xlc Yy P«C« ic_naoj OTO-U CJ XCQ }� £0CXU-Ci. on I ' Ki £ A£3S Cc_r ioi J$ Wvo-x-Sg. — lc_oouo ljou. Joftt r. C OOOt CXDOl — UtT� nufi mso .. ofoot iicxXi-i-j Big blue eyes with honey-blond curls ... an Elizabeth Arden complexion . . . an infectious giggle .. . Sal’s trinkets intrigue us all .. . the official “caretaker of the pinnies” . .. her over¬ flowing generosity endears her to everyone . . . summers at Old Forge always sound like fun . . . with SALLY. Library Committee 5; Dress Committee 4; Decorations Committee, Fathers’ anti Daughters’ Banquet 2; White Team; 8 years at Columbia. Sandra Hoyt Clements Short curls and an always ready smile . . . petite, but we know when she’s around . . . charm that makes a perfect hostess . . . Miss Organizer of 1953, and the originator of per¬ fect announcements . . . “Mam’selle’s” favorite “goose” . . . what would she do without the telephone? . . . She’s our gift to the field of social work . . . SANDY. Social Work 1,2,3; Junior Red Cross 3,4; Social Wel¬ fare Committee 2; Hourglass Staff 3; Student Council 3; Glee Club 3,4; Chairman, Sophomore Bazaar 2; Class Forum 3; Chairman, Social Welfare Committee 4; Blue Team; 6 years at Columbia. “Blessed is he that considereth the poor.” —The Book of Psalms 11 Katharim Wilson Farrow Warm Frown eyes . . . and a sparkling smile that lights up her whole face ... a trip to Europe ... a thrill just to think about . . . Martha’s Vineyard, her island of paradise . . . she’s the surf rider of the class . . . serves “Mam’selle” hard-boiled eggs in French IV . . . when you hear “Can you fight it?” . .. or “T he table lists change today, and the Juniors begin working.” . . . it’s KITSY. Flag-Raiser 1; Class Forum 2,4; Finance Committee Chairman, Graduation Dance 3; Junior Red Cross 3,4; Chairman, Library Committee 3; Social Work 3,4; Hourglass Staff 3,4; Glee Club 3,4; Chairman, House Committee 4; White Team; 6 years at Columbia. “O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea , Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free . .. ”— Byron M lW)RO C |R| LMuavoi.n r 7 . S ' V JV Snort crs fT of unmanageable curls . . . and a rongueftoat seems to get away from her every once in a while . . . an avid sailing enthusiast . . . our Judy Holiday . . . w ith coordination plus ... a collector of lost items ... an under¬ standing friend, with a good word for every¬ one . . . unforgettable stories told with an in¬ definable accent. . . SAL. “The Gondoliers” I; Glee Club 1,2,3,4; I louse Com¬ mittee 2; Fdwards’ Fashion Board 2,3,4; White Team; 5 years at Columbia. “There is no wealth but life.”—Rushin 12 Sara Ann Hi bkri.ik The Webster girl w ith the shiny, green Buick . . . unpredictable curls of indescribable color .. . full of energy . . . one of our best Charles- toners, and a water-skiing expert. . . could we ever forget her house party? . .. she’s ready to help everyone ... a sincere friend ... SALLY. Hourglass Staff 2,3; Glee Club 3; Food Committee Chairman, Graduation Dance 3; Social Work 4; Class Secretary-Treasurer 4; Class President 4; Food Com¬ mittee Chairman, Christmas Dance 4; White Team; 3 years at Columbia. “What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. —Addison Ann Fi athi rsioni. Hi nt Our class wizard .. . she’s a marvel to us all . . . an historian and chemist but a fellow sufferer in French . . . “What shall 1 do! the chairman of the dance and I don ' t have a date!” . . . our “Hunt-a-bcar” . . . always up to something . . . her latest accomplishment, this yearbook . . . thanks, ANN’. Dramatic Club 1,2,5,4; “Tbe Gondoliers” 1; Hourglass Staff 1,2,3; Class Forum 1.4; Student Council 2; Class President 3; “Sanddrift” Staff 3; Social Welfare Com¬ mittee 3; Chairman, Junior Bazaar 3; Editor, Hourglass hairywp, Christmas Dance 4; Vice-President, Stu- uncil Blue Team; 4 years at Columbia. y ' jfintnvledfre is powyr.’ ' —Bacon 13 Elizabeth Ann Jackson Flaming red hair . .. and a million freckles . .. man or beast? no, it’s Liz in her raccoon coat .. . she capers at Middleburv ... an ardent fan of the U. of R. . . . is she ticklish? . . . our Highland Flinger and always bubbling over with pep and sparkle . . . LIZ. Class Forum 3; Class President 3; dee Club 3,4; Food Committee, Christmas Dance 4; House Committee 4; Blue Team; 2 years at Columbia. She capers, she dances, she has the eyes of youth. —Shakespeare Ann Littlefield „ SnoHh J -:A Our sophisticate . . . with a peaches-and-cream complexion . . . and a cheery grin for every¬ one . . . how we envy her curly hair ... a reamer ... “Kids, please get some ads” ... if it’s done bv her, it’s a job well done . . . she’s a busy girl . . . with know-how . . . ANN. Study Hall Committee 3; Hourglass Staff 3; Class Forum 3; Glee Club 3; Social Work 3, 4; “Sanddrift Staff 3; Welcoming Committee Chairman, Christmas Dance 4; Business Manager, Hourglass 4; Blue Team; 2 years at Columbia. A business, like an automobile, has to be driven, in order to get results. — B. C. Forbes 14 Mary Wili.ia.ms McAmmond Always there to help in time of crisis . .. beau¬ tiful eyes . . . and the length of those lashes! . . . a cheery word for everyone along with “that McAmmond laugh” ... a top guard in basketball . . . “Oh, no, I was awful!” ... a silent worker and an ardent rooter for the U. of R. . . . know many people? . . . we’ll say she does! . . . the girl with prestige . . . MARE. Assemblies Committee 1,2; Chairman, May Breakfast 2; Entertainment Chairman, Fathers’ anti Daughters ' Ban¬ quet 3; Student Council 3; Social Welfare Committee 4; Hourglass Staff 4; Social Work 4; Blue Team; 4 years at Columbia. “She doth little kindnesses which most leave undone . — . R. Lowell Linda McGhrp. The baby of our class, but only in age . . . the President of the Student Government. . . she’s a natural born leader . . . with the uncanny knack of getting things done without a lot of pleading . . . smiles and a keen sense of fair play ... a crack shot in basketball . . . and a laughing specialist . . . she’s our JOGY. Class Forum 1; Student Council 1; Glee Club 1,2,3,4; Chairman, Halloween Party 2; Athletic Association 2,3; Class President 2; Co-chairman, Christmas Dance 3; Photography Editor, Hourglass 3,4; President, Student Government 4; Blue Team; 4 years at Columbia. A rreat pilot can sail even when his canvas is rent. —Seneca u 15 Marilyn Virginia Plcci Wavy black hair and a warm, understanding smile . . . loves to talk about her campers . . . puts all she has into a task ... our Honor Study Hall has taken great strides under her leader¬ ship ... a French IV musketeer . . . “ ‘Mam’- selle ' , say squirrel” . . . another Ethel Barry¬ more ... LYNN. Class Forum I; Student Council 1; Flag Raiser I; Dra¬ matic Club 1,2,3,4; Glee Club 1,2,3,4; Hourglass Staff 1,2,3,4; Study Flail Committee 2; Social Work 2,3; .Master Treasurer 3; Invitations Committee Chairman, Christmas Dance 4; Chairman, Study Hall Committee 4; Blue Team; 5 years at Columbia. “Nothing great was ever achieved without en¬ thusiasm. —Emerson Phyllis Margkri it. Rochow A dark-haired beauty . . . with charm and a dash of poise ... our Hansel . . . she’s captured the thrush’s musical notes ... a swish of skis and a spray of snow . . . she could dance all night ... or sing ... a station wagon . . . “Going my way?” .. . ready to laugh or listen . . . with personality plus . . . FOO. I ' .dwards’ Fashion Board 3; “Hansel and Gretel” 3; Chairman, Music Committee 4; White Team; Captain, W hite Team 4; 2 years at Columbia. “God sent his singers upon earth with songs of sadness and of mirth. —Longfellow 16 .Mary Lot ' isi- Rvsin Big brown eyes . . . and short dark hair . . . she’s famous for Iter lien parties . . . her spe¬ cialty—backward baskets . . . “Let’s get co¬ ordinated” ... a good friend to all ... a good listener... her witty remarks have added humor to many a dull moment . . . always quick to see the funny side of things ... that’s MOLLY. Assemblies Committee 4; Hourglass Staff 4; Blue Team; 5 years at Columbia. “In quietness and confidence shall he your strength.”—The Booh of Proverbs Helkn Annf. Shaw Short, blond hair . . . sparkling eyes when she laughs . . . bright, red mittens and furry ear muffs . . . “Uncle Tullcus” ... “I don’t get it.” “Shaw’s taking a mental nap.” . . . raring to go . . . or quiet and thoughtful . . . she’s Chile’s gift to Columbia . . . TVVINK. Study Hall Committee 2,3; Glee Club 3,4; Hourglass Staff 4; Social Work 4; Class President 4; Master Treasurer 4; White Team; 3 years at Columbia. “Joy is not in things; it is in us.” —Richard Wagner 17 Nancy Marilyn Walker Neat and nice . . . she’s always there to do it right . . . the Senior mainstay of Latin III . . . her Halloween scavenger hunt was tops ... a natural skier... she loves Lake Placid ... “Our speaker will he—” . . . she pitches in and does her share, no matter how hard the task . . . NANCY. Decorations Chairman, May Breakfast 2; Social Work 2,3,4; Hourglass Staff 3; Co-Chairman of Pound 3; Work Committee 3; Chairman, Fathers’ and Daughters’ Banquet 3; Chairman, Assemblies Committee 4; Blue Team; 4 years at Columbia. I “It is working that makes a workman .” —A Proverb Janne Porter Ward 61 Soft, wavy hair ... a hearty laugh . . . “But Miss Reidie’’ . . . our tallest Senior . . . Janne and Miss Meehan, the long and the short of it . . . “A person just has to have sports.” . . . always ready to help . . . you can depend on her for new ideas . . . JANNE. Hourglass Staff 1,2,3,4; Entertainment Chairman, Hal¬ loween Party 2; Student Council 2; “The Gondoliers” 2; Dramatic Club 3,4; Editor, “Sanddrift” 2; Athletic Association 3; White Team; Captain, White Team 3; President Athletic Association 4; 4 years at Columbia. “And more than wisdom, more than wealth — A merry heart that laughs at care. ■ sin, ' O- c i AUro-cJL JbuucJu iJUj cUJL yS jL f XAr CcrvM. . co-f J Kari ' .n Jacobskn «i n(; Golden locks and twinkling eyes ... an impish grin . . . “Bouncing Betts” . . . “Anyone need a ride?” . . . her cartoons delight us all . . . she’s a master with the drawing board . . . “That reminds me of the time ... on the Yan¬ kee—” . . . she radiates laughter wherever she goes . . . KITCH. Hourglass Staff 2,3,4; Glee Club 2,3,4; Assemblies Committee 3; Decorations Committee Chairman, Fathers’ and Daughters’ Banquet 3; Dramatic Club 3,4; Blue Team; Captain, Blue Team 4; Art Editor, Hourglass 4; Social Work 4; 3 years at Columbia. “ Master, shall I begin with the usual jokes that the audience always laugh at? —Aristophanes ■ qLjm II. Miu 19 fit .it; m r 71 it 4 iX r.W ' | _ hL 1 II. r i 2 ■Hi 13 ft 1 • « Jfrfc si W A K y. Spi m iv JpV .. v7 : I. Sandy 2. Linda 3. I.ory 4. Foo 5. Nancy 6. Hubie 7. Lynn 8. Kit 9. Joann 10. Liz II. F.llic 12. Lit 13. Molly 14. Twink 15. Sal 16. Janie 17. Huntic 18. Kitch 19. Griz 20. Mary 21. Janne 22. Pam 23. Annie 20 THE CLASS CRUISE The S. S. Columbia has sailed thousands of miles since September 19, 1949, when tw enty-six fresh¬ men first entered the doors of Columbia School. It has taken us during these four years to exciting ports, and because of the many things we have seen and done, the voyage has been glorious. As w e w ere the largest class in Columbia’s his¬ tory, there were a great many of us to initiate at the Halloween Party. The Sophomores had us appear as famous villains, and all of us were mighty suspicious-looking characters. Freshman year was the beginning of many unforgettable activities, including our first Bazaar, which went off with a bang and each year has become bigger and better. The Christmas dance was our first big fling, full of excitement and gaiety. YVe also became the basketball champs of the school for two years, tying last year w ith those fight-hard Sophomores. When Sophomore year came, many of our crew from the S. S. Columbia had been transferred; but stopping at Chile, we found Tw inkie, and leaving .Margie Meyer at California, w e picked up Jo Allendorf. That year it was our turn to do the initiating, and the freshmen appeared as TV characters, making a tremendous hit. Oh, what a thrilling moment it was w hen as Sophomores we won the Forum Plaque! Believe it or not, the sun was shining brightly on May Day that year, and w ith Miss Meehan playing the little red piano, we danced the May Pole dance and crow ned the Seniors outside on the law n. Always when the ship is under full sail, time flies because everybody is busy and happy. So it wasn’t long till, lo and behold, we were Juniors. In the musical production of Hansel ami Gretel, talented Foo and Pam were tops as the leads. We undertook the Father-Daughter Banquet, and it was a huge success, particularly because of the superb entertainment offered by the fathers. Kitch gave her slumber party that year—shall we ever forget the laughter, the noise, the serious talks, and Griz sleeping in the bath tub? As graduation drew nearer, we all knew that only a year had to pass before w e too should be receiving our diplomas—incredible thought! Sally Huberlie’s three day house-party at Canandaigua Lake was “out of this world!” It would be im¬ possible to tell Sal how much we enjoyed that cool blue w ater, that golden sun and the water skiing. We hope Sal will invite us again—if she does, she’s an angel!! Now finally, the last lap of the voyage has been reached, and we have become Seniors. We shall always remember how aghast Miss Skillin was when she discovered that many of us hadn’t sent in our college applications. “You’ll be sleeping on the roofs if you don ' t hurry and get them in. That we managed to get through Chemistry with¬ out smashing every glass rube and beaker in sight still seems a phenomenon. In fact, even the lab is still there! Since we are such a large class, we have occu¬ pied the English Room for the last two years, holding class meetings w hile Miss Child patienrh took the roll. We hope that Miss Nye has endured all our historical quips and famous remarks, and that Mam’selle won’t have to hold her head in grief over others as often as she has had to over us. October 4th we gave a party for the U. of R. Freshmen, an event which we hope w ill become annual. As usual, most of us were running w ild before the Christmas Dance, trying to find a date. The Lake Placid girls came back w ith tales of a perfect winter week-end, and made us envious. As for Jogy’s party on February 22nd for the Seniors and the Faculty, one couldn’t have asked for a more delightful evening. This year has truly been full of preparation for the years that lie ahead of us, and as the days pass quickly away, we know how every minute of hard work has counted. But after our ship has taken its last journey on June 4th and left us each at our own port of destination, the class of ’53 w ill relive over and over again for years to come their unforgettable four-year cruise on the great .S ' . S. Columbia. In parting we salute our skippers, Mrs. Simpson and Miss Skillin for a well charted voyage. For each of us a new journey now begins, like the old in many ways, for the search after the wealth of know ledge never ends. But each of us w ill know on graduation day that she has already found an abundant share of that treasure. 22 Front row: Barbara Bowman, Toni Cook, Margot Cameron, Sue Van Deventer. Middle row: Virginia Galbraith, Shirley Petrossi, Barbara Beale, Julie Newton, Sally Hunt, Nancy Lowenthal, Ann Morgan. Hack row: Elaine Baltzcr, Peggy Foxall, Cynthia Thomson, Martha Harris, Margaret Pevear. The Juniors . .. start the day with Bon Jur, Mam’selle! . . . homeroom period . . . ‘Guess who called last night?” . . . Class dues are due! ... Money for the March of Dimes, Dutch Relief, Red Cross, The Hourglass . . . Clothes for the Clothing Drive . . . Don’t ever ask the Juniors for a dime for a phone call! ... everyone of them BROKE! ... Who is cleaning the closet this week?? . . . And ioho is selling candy? .. . “Isn’t anyone ever going to have Bridge Club? . . . “Let the Seniors have it!” . . . “Kids we’ve got to think of something for our assembly!” . . . French, now who could have thought of that!? . . . The Christmas Dance . . . Open House at Pctrossi’s and the Ramblers rambled in! . . . Many thanks to Nancy without whose planning there wouldn’t have been an Inauguration! . . . The Fathers’ and Daughters’ Banquet . . . spaghetti, salade without mayonnaise, white cake with white frosting . . . now who’s head of the Food Committee, anyway?? . . . The Spring Fling??? . . . hmmmmm . . . The Graduation and Dance . . . Juniors declare Bank¬ ruptcy! . . . Hold your hats, the Juniors are on the road! . . . minus 2 plus 2 still equals 16 . . . June . . . we’ll help the Seniors on their ways . . . and then . . . “Look responsible, Gals, we’re Seniors now!!” §m 1“ 7 . IUNIOR CLASS :l r 24 SOPHOMORE CLASS “Wise fools” . . . subtracted four and added five . . . aren’t there a ny extra boys? . . . obviously the star patronizers of the Juniors’ candy-selling project . . . “Isn’t there any talent in this school?”—later proved there was .. . editors of the “Dreamdrift” . . . thor¬ oughly initiated the freshmen .. . gay time at Angle’s slumber(?) party, but can’t quite see Bridge Clubs . . . contributed a little to the Residence both temporarily and permanently . . . lived for the mail . . . the “best” basketball team that Columbia has ever seen . . . con¬ stantly day-dreaming . . . half the class pretty nearly ruined Geometry! . . . May Break¬ fast, “Do vc have enough strawberries?” . . . dying to get their licenses . . . their motto: “Get learning through experience” (there seems to be more of the latter than the former) . . . high plans for the summer . . . staunch backers of the saying, “You’re onlv voting once!” . . . dubiously looking forward to being Juniors . . . “Anybody have any ideas for our class assembly?” . . . wore last year’s pastels to this year’s Musical . . . “Come on, buckle down and WORK!”—the constant plea of the class officers ... nevertheless, they made it through the year and are looking forward to more of South Goodman in the Fall! Front row: Helen Vaughn, Gail Bccrc, Corinne Bryant, Carol Clements. Middle row: Deedra Dietrich, Jane Knight, Sally Wells, Barbara Williams, Gail Manson, Dorothy Milclla, Alary Lou Bratt. Rack row: Lee Sanders, Betsy Angle, Elizabeth Blount, Joyce Chapman, Sally Bareham. 25 Fit ESH,MAIN Sitting: Sarah Mills, Ann Rowland, Beth Kidd. Standing: Barbara Bonner, I ' ve Hall, Helen Clark, Jean Miller, Georgia Dusterdieck, Ruth Goodwin. On Stai rs: Joan Rodgers, Janet Adams, Barbara F.rdle, Harriet Elwood, Betsy Buckley, Karen Carl- sen, Sally Wadsworth, Penny Dclaficld, Sharvl Street, Susan Goldman. Absent: Christine Bennett, Lidabell Lunt, Barbara Richardson, Lorane Clark. The energetic Freshmen . . . plus seven, minus one . . . Future basketball stars . .. Several Bridge Clubs with the Sophs . . . Enjoyed the Christmas Dance . . . and working hard (?) the next morn¬ ing . . . “My feet are killing me!” . . . First year at French Table . . . “Passez-moi le chop suey?” . . . don’t know how Mani’selle stands it! . . . Fathers’ and Daughters’ Banquet . . . “Daddy, would Monday or Tuesday night be better for you?” . .. Doing something all the time . .. work period . . . “Kitsv, I can’t do dry cleaning. I’m allergic to dust!” ... set a new record, three plates broken in two weeks! . . . always talking, laugh¬ ing, singing . . . eleven of them went to Lake Placid . . . accompanied bv Latin and Ancient History exams . . . said the food w as wonderful . . . don’t think anv of them will ever forget the haggis . . . one cast, one pair of crutches and chicken pox . . . emergency help for Holland . . . seven new friends . . . hailing from all cor¬ ners of Rochester and Geneva . . . thoroughly initiated and how ! Just wait ’til w e’re Sophomores . . . next year . . . maybe??!! 26 7th amI Uth GRADES Sitting: Sally Nichols, F.leanor .Messier, Margery Whitaker, Wanda Geib, Jeanette Phelps, Gay Pierson. On Stairs: Linda Brcrcton, Helen Cohen, Judy Cann, Linda Gordon, F.dith Gleason, Shcrlcy Smith, Judy Hudson, Harriet Royer, Saralynn Clark, Sue Rodgers, Andrea Alberts, Betsy Pease. Standing: Carol Schwartz, Marten Poole, Penny Todd, Sandra Luke, Sue Lennox. Joan Cockcroft, Hettie Hcllehush, Cobina Cooley. Absent: Loriot DeLaCour. The Eighth Grade . . . twenty-two girls . . . divided into two sections for classes ... poor Miss Twaddle... such a large homeroom! ...American History, English, Math., Science and French . . . Field Hockey, Fieldball, and Basketball ... a quiz on books and authors for assembly which stumped everyone . . . ten Saturday nights a year the Junior Subscription Dances at the Country Club . . . on weekends, horseback riding, swim¬ ming, tennis and ice skating ... all in all ... a pretty swell class! The Seventh Grade . . . five girls . . . smallest in the school... four blondes and a brunette... Miss Reidie for homeroom . .. History, English, Math, Science, and French . . . sports with the eighth grade ... a General Motors’ man put on a pro¬ gram called Preview of Progress for their assem¬ bly ... a wonderful Roller Skating Party for Social Welfare . . . every Friday night finds the five at Dancing School at Allendale . . . three of them have their own horses ... a great little bunch . . . and there will be more of them next Fall! 27 First row: Ann McCoy, Sheridan Howard, Nancy Peters, Marjorie Saunders, Emily Hughes, Emily Murphy, Louise Barnell, Roberta Deverian. Second row: Susan McBride, Kathariny Anstice, Carol Anstice, Margaret Delafield, Roberta Preu, Ann Angle, Barbara Luke. Third row: Marcia Pierson, Andrea Fair- child, Ann YVickins, Martha Stewart, Marie Gordon, Sandra McXairn, Beverly Anstice, Jacqueline Harris, Susan Hudson, Eliz abeth Case, Vivien Buck. Fourth row: Grethc Broderson, Barbara Sanford, Carolyn Wright, Suzanne Jones, Astrid Delafield, Victoria Hawks, Jeanne Crnn, Sheridan Bush, Anne Trainor, Carolyn Davis, Lucia Gordon. Absent: Gaylord Dunn, Diane I.unt, Whitney Johnson, Kathryn Allen, Elizabeth Swing, Margot Jones. 3rd, 4th, oth and ( th GRADES 1st iihI 2nd GRADES First row: Beverley Gervasi, Mary Clark, Mary Wickins, Patricia Malone, Eliz¬ abeth Rcveley, Miss Monroe. Second row: Elisabeth Wesson, Ina Shantz, Treacy Hickok, Helena Knox, Linda Del Monaco, Suzanne Harris, Juliet Willsca. Absent: Charlotte Wright, Sabra Whitmore. 28 KINDERGARTEN Standing: Thomas Hudnut, Molly Cowgill, Joan Verlaine, Charles Wehle, Marie Harris, Miss Weston. Sitting: Karvl Bechtold, Cathy Fennell, Sharon Smith, Jonatha Yates, Cynthia Lunt, Katherine Levy, Ronald Hallman. Abs ent: Ann Weismillcr. First row: Rex Stevenson, Margaret Olsan, David Smith, Stephen Hickok. Second row: Frederic Fain, F.lizabeth McGuire, Robert Pease, John Tappan, Peter Atwood, Andrew Neisner, Miss Fergusson. Absent: Douglas Reveley, James Burnett, Burton August, Deborah Cook, Cathy Wright, Leslie Brockway. NURSERY SGHDDL 29 GALEN l)AU (IF 195 September 15—The doors are open. The Seniors get a hang out of first Chemistry class. October 2—The Whites carry avvav honors at traditional Field Day. 4— The Seniors entertain U. of R. Fresh¬ men. Sandy joins the track team. 31—Old gym is site of goblins, witches, and doughnuts. November 2— The Seniors begin booking fathers for the Christmas Dance. 3— Ike elected President by students. 6— The “Sun” shin es again. 11— Students flock to U. of R. to hear Air. (South Pacific) Alichener speak. 17—Airs. Simpson and Aliss Skillin are late for school! A little snowstorm was the delay. 26—Noon—4 days of complete paradise! December 12— Lory commits a faux pas and Annie Hunt becomes a senior at Allendale. 17— Airs. Humby makes her debut on the organ. 18— The Seniors are still trying to get dates for the Christmas Dance. 19— We love dancing on the ice. Liz’s stole is a little long. 20— The Freshmen are seen with tooth¬ picks. 21— Yodeling is heard to the last row of the balcony at the Eastman. JAXVARY 5— Vacation is over, but not fatigue. 7— Jogy’s bad day, parking ticket and all — “You’d better put that sign back!” 20— Students begin studying for exams. 21— Eek! Didn’t know they w ere so soon, did you? Lee Sanders leaves the resi¬ dence and everything is normal again. 28—Sophomore talent show gives promise of future Met and T.Y. stars. 30—Roller Skates, Miss Meehan? Subside! .30 THE CIUIISE 1953 February 1—Ellie Clark plays the organ. St. Paul’s attendance slightly diminished! 6— Mam’selle asseyes not proprement! 7— Smoke gets in your eyes. 10—Tea at the Residence for the Seniors. New style graduation dress will be backless evening strap! 14—Betsy, Sally, and Gail have a triple birthday and receive a false present. Julie and Toni visit Skidmore with friends. Liz sews on her raccoon coat —one way to make friends! 18—Cindy finally makes 16. Heather re¬ ceives a few letters. 23—George, we’re certainly glad you were born! 26—Sally Wadsworth thinks Ellie has a cousin. March 4—The music committee shows the school some talent! Annie Hunt really gets a big bang out of Chem¬ istry class and Sandy has an accident. Poor Miss Reidie!! 14— The Seniors are seen at U. of R. This time it’s to take a few tests. 17—The Pa’s invade Columbia. 20—Why the sudden rush for the door? April 6—7:00 A.M. “Oh, shut off that alarm! Vacation can’t be over already!” 17—Thanks, freshmen, for a terrific Spring Fling. 23—Balloons, cotton candy, and white elephants!! May 1—Overheard in the Senior homeroom: “Ah, finally. For four years we’ve waited!!” 15— “You mean Smith wants you? June 4—It’s finally here! No more homework until next year—only about six books to read!! .51 SENIOR POLE Most Impressed with Co lumbia. Done the Most for Columbia. Most Intelligent. Most Studious. Best All-Around Giri. .Most Attractive. Attracts Most. Class Clown. Best Driver... Thinks She’s Best Driver. Biggest Man-Hater. Least on Time. Best Dancer. Best Dressed Before 4:00 P.M. Best Dressed After 4:00 P.M. Typical Columbia Girl. Life of the Party. Best Sport. Class Reamer.... Most Likely to Succeed. Fi rst to Marry. Last to Marry... Last to Understand Jokes. Favorite Invention. Hostess with the Mostest. Most Naivf.. Biggest Line. Biggest Day Dreamer. Favorite College. Best Giggler. Reason for Coming to Columbia. Most Spectacular Event of the Year .The Seniors, Our Parents .McGhee, Clements .Hunt, Bills .Bills, Clements .McGhee, Hunt .Farrow, Rochow .Clark, Clements .Young .Hubcrlie, Ward .Benham, Clarke .Breese, McAmmond .Allcndorf, Hunt .Rochow .....Benham, Walker .Rusin, Clements .McGhee, Littlefield .Young, Ward .. .McAmmond, Griswold .Young, by a mile .Hunt, Rochow .Griswold, Pucci .Barry, Jackson .Clarke, Griswold .Bouncin’ Betts .McGhee, Clements .Shaw, Griswold .Ward, Mv fishing rod .Barry, Pucci .Princeton .Clarke Couldn’t get into Allendale .JUNE 4, 1953 Standing: E. .Messier, R. Goodwin, S. Clark, B. Pease, H. Cohen, |. Newton, J. Ward, K. Farrow, F.. Angle, J. Rodgers, N. I.owenthal, J. Knight. Sitting: 1.. Pucci, A. Hunt (Vice-President), I.. McGhee (President), Miss Skillin, 1.. Bills (Secretary), S. Clements. “There’ll he a Student Council meeting Monday, after school,”— Linda McGhee, the President of the Council, is speaking. This master organization, responsible for charting our course during the school year, performs all duties necessary for the smooth sailing of the Student Body. Student Council Studv Hull • Committee We are proud of our study hall because it develops our sense of honor and responsibility by allowing us to study without adult super¬ vision. Because of an excellent committee with an able chairman, Lynn Pucci, this year’s study hall was one of the best. Left: Miss Reid, I.. Pucci (Chairman). Hack row: J. Allendorf, F. Balt .er, B. Bonner, B. Erdle, J. Adams. Middle row: M. I.. Bratt, I). Cook, C. Bryant, H. Royer, S. Lennox. Front row: J. Cockcroft, E. Messier. ,S4 Back row: B. Bowman, S. Rodgers, H. Elwood, P. Delafield, S. Street, C. Thomson, M. Rusin, J. Ward, K. Farrow. P. Foxall, K. Young, M. Pevear, H. Galbraith, H. Shaw, S. Bareham, M. Whitaker. Middle row: M. L. Bratt, I.. Pucci, J. Knight, A. I.ittleficld (Business Manager), J. Brcese, A. Hunt (Editor), G. Pierson, Miss Child, P. Benham, L. McGhee, H. Hellebush. Front row: M. McAmmond, I.. Bills, C. Clements, N. l.owenthal, S. Hunt, I. Hudson, S. Mills. “Have you brought in an ad yet?” “Are the Senior write-ups fin¬ ished?” The whole crew helped Ann Hunt and Ann Littlefield make this year’s log a fine one. Hourglass Staff “Have you brought in your clothes for the school in Greece?” The Social Welfare March of Dimes, Red Cross, and other drives headed by Sandy Clements p . and her Social Welfare Committee were well supported. liOlllllllliee Standing: H. Vaughn, F. Hall, Miss N ' vc. A. Alberts. Sitting: S. Hunt, M. McAmmond, J. Phelps, S. Clements (Chairman). 35 Rack row: J. Chapman, J. Ward (Chairman), P. Rochow, K. Young. Front row: S. Petrossi, A. Rowland, S. Nichols, L. DeLaCour, .Miss Meehan. “Have you played your ping pong game yet?” This tournament, along with the Field Days and the Blue and White Team Games, was arranged by the Athletic Association under the direction of Janne Ward, with Kitch Young and Phyllis Rochow as the Blue and White team captains. athletic ASSOCIATION “The Juniors start work today,” announces Kitsy Farrow, Head of the House Committee, and the Juniors buckle down for the next two weeks, swabbing the decks, dusting the woodwork, washing the blackboards, and waiting on table. The other grades have their turn, too. There’s nothing like a clean ship. Left to right: F.. Jackson, P. Delafield, K. Farrow (Chairman), M. Pcvear, L. Gordon, Miss Skillin, I). Dietrich, S. Luke. HOUSE COMMITTEE Left to right: C. Cooley, M. Rusin, Mrs, Simpson, S. Goldman, N. Walker (Chairman), S. Van Deventer, S. Wells. Entertainment and education combined are given us by Nancy Walker’s Assemblies Committee every Wednesday. Topics of current interest have been discussed this year. Monday we have our “stand-up” assembly, while Tuesdays and Thursdays we have singing. Friday— come what may. ASSEMBLIES COMMITTEE Blue and White are the regulation school colors, and Pam Benham and her capable Dress Committee kept the crew to those colors! Day in and day out the shipload of girls reported for duty in the right uniform. DKESS COMMITTEE Left to right: S. Clarke, L. I.unt, A. Morgan, C. Clements, C. Schwartz, P. Benham (Chairman), Mile. Vuagniaux, S. Nichols. .17 Left to right: G. Dustcrdicck, I). Alilclla, P. Foxall (Chairman), Airs. Jensen, C. Thomson, A. Barry. LIBRARY COMMITTEE “Book Worm” posters were put up this year so that the Library Committee, under Peggy Foxall, and Mrs. Jensen would have less trouble in the library. The committee has many jobs to do, such as the proper placing of books, and checking overdue volumes. COMMITTEE HEADS These Committee Heads are like the men in the engine rooms on an ocean-going liner. They are the people behind the scene. They are not much heard of, but without them the ship could not run. The bells are rung, the flag raised, and the Pound maintained by these little-known workers. Hack row: F.. Buckley (Flag Raiser), A1. Pcvcar (1 ' iliror of the Sanddrift). From row: H. Shaw (Master Treasurer), F.. Clark (Keeper of the Pupils’ Activities Book), Ann Hunt (Chairman of the Christmas Dance), Sally Hunt (Bell Ringer), Absent: Sally Griswold (Pound). A8 NOT THROUGH A GLASS DARKIA My friends went away long ago. It is difficult to remember w here they all have gone. No one of them would w ant to remember me now ' . The Beckers of Cincinnati... 1 was Webster Becker; you wonder why I say “was. Well, I w as Webster of the Beckers of Cincinnati. Now I am just plain Wob Beck ... of nobody_ nowhere. I am lost. You say there is no place where a person can be completely lost. I am here. I don’t know how 1 got here. I have forgotten the way so you could never follow me. You think that it would be a pleasant sensation to be away from the w-orld, And people, And problems, And women, And poverty, And pain. And skyscrapers, And museums. And taxi-cabs. And flowers, And God. You think you would like to see how it would be to be away from everything Base and beautiful... lost. Well, find the way yourself, I did. You say that I cannot be lost from God. How do you know? You are not 1. I am far away. Beyond living... beyond dying ... Beyond eternity, Beyond God, Lost. You see, if I am beyond God in my lostness, He has lost me. He cannot be looking backward. If He did, He would lose sight of His dearly beloved children. Thus, I am lost to God. So my friends are gone. Wob Beck, formally Webster Becker of the wealthy Beckers of Cincinnati, is lost. The Beckers of Cincinnati do not know ' me. I am lost beyond them so they do not remember me. I live alone with a companion ... Quiet. We have become friends. We look back on eternity together. It is funny to see it so clearly when looking back on it, w hile philosophers are looking towards it constantly, striving to measure its opaque depths. My friends were all successful. Am I? Yes, I have found eternity. I lost the Beckers of Cincinnati. I lost Webster Becker. I lost Wob Beck who tried to lose the w ealthy Beckers of Cincinnati. I have found eternity By being lost beyond ... By being lost beyond. But 1 must lose eternity now ... and find myself And die and lie w ith Webster Becker and Wob Beck in their grave, And then find eternity ... again. Peggy Foxall ’54 OOF TO NO HOMF.WORK I will lift up mine eyes from my assignment book, from whence cometh my homework. .My homework cometh from my teachers, for each one giveth me much to do. I w ill not suffer my books to be opened: she that teacheth me shall not succeed. Behold, she that teacheth me shall try very hard with little success. My teachers make me work: my homework is the shade upon an early bed hour. Low marks shall not change my point of view, nor high ones either. Mv teachers will always give me homework: my work shall ne’er be done. My homework shall not hinder my going out nor my coming in late from this day forth, and even ’til I’m through college. Sails Hunt ’54 40 THOUGHTS OX BOW WATCH Raise the mainsail,” the Skipper calls. Mary rushes to her post, stumbling against an¬ other scout in her excitement. She is by no means clear as to where she is supposed to be, because it is dusk, and the group has been on the boat for only five hours. “The Yankee”—it belongs to the Mariner Scouts for one whole week, one hundred and sixty-eight hours. The first job of the new crew is to put the boat under sailing power. The sun has set, chow has been eaten, and the call for all hands on deck to raise the sails brings the Mariners topside. It is a long, tedious process, and their palms ache, but the sails are not yet up. “Ha-heave”—every pull raises them higher, and soon the billowing white canvases have unfurled themselves in the sky. A sudden gust of wind fills the sails, and the young crew watches w ith awe as nature takes over, and the “Yankee” moves along, pushed by the wind. That night Mary takes the w heel for the first time, and then moves forward to stand bow watch. The sea laps gently at the sides of the boat, and overhead the moon flow ' s slowly across the sky. The canvas is full and all is silent. “Star¬ board a point.” The voice of the helmsman cuts the silent night, then all is quiet again. Suddenly the moon is covered by a cloud and everything is obliterated from sight. It is a time for tranquility. Peace steals over her soul as she sits in the bow scanning the distant horizon. There is nothing to disturb her in her soliloquy except the lap of the water against the boat and the silent twinkling of the stars overhead. She wonders and dreams, because there is time to wonder and dream. The bowsprit reaching out in front of her seems to be stretching toward the dark, cloudy sky. Occasionally the moon appears and a change in the wind makes the canvas flap. The boat creaks as it rides the sea. She wonders about the bowsprit. It seems to represent mankind, ever reaching out into the darkness, ever stretching upward tow ' ard the skv to something unknown, yet never knowing that unknown. The endless lines of waves, forming and breaking, moving against the boat, seem to halt the upward and outward grasp of the bow ¬ sprit. Rising just to fall, and falling to rise again, the waves are always in opposition to the move¬ ment of the boat. They are like all the little evils that hinder mankind’s flight to the stars, that op¬ pose at every step the goodness in men’s hearts. Although the bowsprit is far above them, they hinder and almost stop its fight to gain the ulti¬ mate, the height of mankind ' s ambitions: life without selfishness, greed, or intolerance. The moon breaks through the clouds again and shines brilliantly down, augmenting, not over¬ powering, the light of the stars; she feels insigni¬ ficant, and her thoughts, although they are soul- searching, seem unimportant. The magnitude of nature overwhelms her and she sits quietly, feel¬ ing deeply the wonder of the night. These mo¬ ments on bow watch will alw ays remain her most vivid memory of the trip on the “Yankee.” Ann Hunt ’53 MAYBE NEXT YEAR When 1 had gone off watch at midnight the night before, I had welcomed my bunk w ith open arms and uneasy stomach. After my first exper¬ ience at sailing the Yankee , I had been more than ready for some sleep. It was now the unpleasant hour of six o ' clock in the morning and time for our watch to go on again. Waking up to a jab in the ribs, I pulled on some jeans and my “ha ha” raincoat, nicknamed thus because it did so little to keep me dry, and stumbled up on deck. It was pitch dark as I came above. I was relieved to see that everyone else on our watch was as sleepy as I. Skipper yelled an order. When Skip¬ per yelled, you jumped, and when I jumped, oh, mv muscles! I had never felt so stiff before in my whole life. Skipper is not one of the most patient of men. You do not hesitate when he gives an order. But such confusion! He’d say, “Brace the yards!” and we felt like answering, “Brace the crew first!” When we finally dragged ourselves to the braces 1 found myself at the port fore brace. We w ere supposed to slack fin our side. My line didn’t seem to be slackening very fast so I looked at Eric, one of the regular crew, for directions. At that particular moment he was veiling at someone to hang on to something. Thinking that he meant me, I grabbed hold of the brace. The first thing I knew I was headed for the fore yard. Luckily for me, I am not one of the lightest of mortals, so the girls pulling on the other side couldn’t pull me very far. But I just escaped providing stew a la me for dinner that night. Eric, in the meantime, pro¬ ceeded to tell me what a “knucklehead” I was. Oh well, live and learn, I always try to convince myself. Come six forty-five, we w ere under full sail. At eight our watch was off and we retired to breakfast. After this the crew ' w as kind enough to teach us the “tricks of the trade” — otherwise, swabbing the decks. “Sure, I can get the water. It looks easy enough,” said I to myself. We were given buckets 41 with long ropes and told to hang the rope over the rail and catch some water in the pail. Well—! Who was I not to try? I tried. I might add I nearly left my extremities in the blue extremes. My pail caught some water, and some fish nearly caught some new, juicy bait—one Mariner. By the time I succeeded in bringing the pail to the deck, there was so little water in it that it w asn’t any use after all. 1 retired to sw abbing the decks. In spite of my woeful inadequacies, I’m forever hoping, “Maybe next year 1 can go again. Maybe next year... !” Linda McGhee ’53 A AlIRACLE IN WILLOWSHIRE The town of Willowshire w as surrounded by hills which were trying to be mountains, but al¬ ways trying in vain. The people of Willowshire were like the hills that surrounded them; they were all reaching upward to be mountains, but they could reach no higher than the ugly barren hills. The people were stout and strong to resist the storms and the winds, but they were colorless and ugly, for with their striving to be as moun¬ tains they had become selfish. A casual visitor to the valley would perhaps never notice the one fault of these seemingly friendly people, but when the old man with the long white beard first came to Willow-shire he was received suspiciously, for this new stranger seemed different from the other visitors that had ventured into Willow-shire. Soon he was accepted by the citizens, however, and w hen he walked down the path through town, the w omen hanging up their wash would stop for a moment and chat w ith him, and the men would stop along their way to pass the time of day, and the children would beg for stories from their new-found friend. The people came to realize that they had never had such a friend as this man; his deep limpid eyes wanned their hearts and his quiet smile urged them to be friendly. When the old man moved into his cottage on the side of the highest hill the people often came up the rocky path to visit with him; they were always welcome in the neat little cabin. In his quiet manner the old man was keen in his under¬ standing of these new friends. Through their casual chatting with him the tow nspeople had revealed their one fault, and it brought great sad¬ ness to the old man. From his visitors the w ise philosopher learned of their high aspirations and of their disappointment in the hills that never bloomed with flowers nor echoed with the songs of birds. Thus it w as that the new- citizen of Willow shire came to be loved by his neighbors. The old man spent all his days trying to make these people forget themselves in their reaching upward. But his work w-as all in vain, for their trait w as deeply- ingrained, and had been passed down through their generations. Year passed into year and the old man knew that it was almost time for him to leave these people whom he had been sent to help. The winter rains had come to Willowshire and the people did not go to see the old man any more, for they w-ere unwilling to climb the muddy path to his cottage. At times they felt guilty for desert¬ ing their friend during the dreariest months of the year, but they consoled themselves w ith the fact that this was the hardest winter there had ever been in Willow-shire and the rains had made the path to the old man’s cottage extremely treacher¬ ous. One day news reached the town that the old man was sick and needed care. Of one accord the people thought, “We must go to him,” but then they thought of themselves and decided that the rock loosened by the rains w as too dangerous for them to hazard going to their friend. Two days passed and the rains did not let up, and the old man sent his plea to the people once more. Then through the steady rain a long line of people could be seen filing up the side of the steep hill in the direction of the old man’s cabin. When the group reached the door of the cabin, they called his name in one voice; there w-as no familiar reply. They entered the cottage and found that their beloved friend w-as gone. On the table by his bed they found a note addressed to them: “My dear friends, you have made my stay here a very happy one. It grieved me that you did not come when I first called you, for then I should have been able to bid you fare¬ well in person. The time came for me to leave you and I could not tarry longer. 1 knew that you would come, and that your unselfish journey to my cottage would attest your generosity. Goodbye, my friends, and God bless you.” The people of Willowshire mourned the dis¬ appearance of their friend, and he did not often slip from their thoughts. The old man had not entirely left them, for the kindly light from his eyes had kindled in the eyes of the people, and the quiet generous smile became their smile. No, the old man had not entirely left Willowshire. The rains had ceased and Spring had come to Willowshire, but this Spring w-as unusual be¬ cause the hills had taken on a cloak of green, 42 flowers bloomed everywhere, and the hills rever¬ berated with the joyous songs of the birds, and most significant of all to the people of Willow- shire, the hilltops had grown so high that they were often invisible because of the clean white clouds that w rapped around them. Peggy Foxall ’54 HIS FREEDOM One lone little boy swaggered down the street. It w as an early summer morning and the sun was shining down on him. He looked as if he had just swallowed the canary, so smug was his expres¬ sion. Mud left from the light rain the night before splattered his short, chubby, brown legs and blue shirt. His ash-blond hair was very much the worse from the dirt in which he had that morning been making an airport, and he walked with what he hoped was a “big-man swagger. Half an hour ago he had run away. Nobody in the world knew where he was except an occa¬ sional passerby. He couldn’t even remember now why it was he had run away, but running away was so much fun it didn’t leally matter. He w ' as having the time of his life just simply being bad. Here he was, naughty and free and in love with the world. A small bluebird flew ' so low over his head he almost reached up and tried to catch it, but being in a kind and peaceful mood, he decided to leave the bird his freedom, the same freedom he him¬ self had at the moment. Usually he had the sensa¬ tion of not being able to do anything out of the ordinary for fear of a scolding. Besides, his mother was always calling him in the middle of a mud-pie fight or a wonderful day-dream, for lunch or something else equally inconsequential. But now, out on the comparatively lonely ' road, he had his thoughts to himself and could do whatever he desired. An hour passed as he walked along, and he be¬ gan to get restless. Pausing and manfully looking up into the sky in an attempt to judge the time by the sun, he persuaded himself that it was get¬ ting very late and his poor mother would be fran¬ tic with worry. In reality ' , it was still fairly early ' in the morning and he was merely ' tired and bored with himself. He had no one to go to if he got in trouble, and no one to call him w hen his very necessary lunch was ready—and it was definitely necessary ' now, as he was amazingly hungry. There was no one to clean him up or console him when tears were streaming down his soft, grimy cheeks. For the first time in his life he realized how ' much he needed his mother, and now he had run away and caused her all this extra worry! He didn’t feel free now, but, instead, guilty and heart¬ less. My, it must have been hours and hours since he had left in the morning. How could he have been so mean and ungrateful! He couldn’t even remember why it was he had run away, and now ' it didn’t matter. He didn’t envy the bluebird, although now he himself wasn’t free, in a little boy’s sense of the word, and the bluebird w as. If it had flown back, he would not have tried to catch it. Let the bird have his old freedom, he wanted his mother. He turned around and trudged slowly back. Again he squinted up at the sun and in his imag¬ ination it appeared about to set. Golly, he hadn’t realized it was this late. His mother probably had the police out looking for him. Why, eyen his father would be home, if his mother hadn’t al¬ ready called him from work to go out looking for him, their son. He wondered fleetingly if his two brothers and one sister missed him at all. They probably did, as he was the baby of the family. He had always been fussed oyer, and before this, he had resented it. Whoever heard of a big boy heing treated like a sissy! Now he knew the value of being loved and cared-for. The familiar landmarks were coming into view, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His heart began beating faster as he forgot his weariness and hur¬ ried down the long street that led to his mother. Panting, he ran up the steps and yanked open the door. His mother saw a cyclone of mud and fly¬ ing feet. Just in time for lunch, she thought, w ' on- dering if he had hurried just for that. In his rush, he did not notice that nobody was out looking for him and that his mother didn’t seem worried, and he ran to her screaming, “Mommy, I’ll never do it again. Jane Knight ’55 SOUNDS OF THE JUNGLE. The bright morning sun beats down on a tiny clearing in the dense tropical jungle. In the open sits a young man, apparently listening to the pleas¬ ant sounds around him. Two young monkey ' s, chattering noisily, play in a tree near him, their mother watching. The singing of many birds is heard farther back in the trees. Beside him a small stream gurgles. The man sits thus for a few minutes and then, rising, he lifts a heavy pack from the ground and turns into the cool, dark jungle. For an hour or so he slowly pushes his wav through the undergrowth, now slapping at mos¬ quitoes, now pausing a moment for breath. He looks about him. His breathing becomes labored and he pauses more often. A roaring sound now reaches his ears. He stops and listens for a moment. Then he starts toward the sound w ith renewed vigor. 43 The noise becomes louder and louder until the trees around him ring with the sound. The jungle suddenly ceases, and in the bright sunlight a deep gorge, filled with a turbulent river, comes to view. Pausing near the edge, he eases his pack from his shoulders and drops to the ground. From the pack he takes a map and surveys it thoroughly. He looks at the water some thirty feet below him, shudders, and, getting to his feet, starts walking along the brink of the gorge. He carefully watches the other bank until he comes to a place where the gorge is but twenty-five feet wide. Glancing at the trees around him, he apparently sees what he wants. Reaching up, he pulls down a long rope. Or is it a rope? It appears to be a long root coming from a strange tree. Grasping the end of the root, he retreats into the jungle. Tensing himself, he runs toward the brink, faster, faster, until he is swinging our over the swirling water. He is almost to the opposite bank. The rope stretches no further. He must jump. His muscles tighten. With a mighty effort he springs from the end of the root. A blood-curdling scream, a great splash, and then nothing is heard but the sounds of the jungle, birds singing, monkeys chattering, and the tur¬ bulent river racing along. Janet Adams ’56 DECISION There was a brief moment of panic as her little hand closed on nothing. She stretched higher, and her fingers finally felt the fiftv-cent piece. She had tucked it so far into the top drawer that, for a moment, she was afraid she had lost it. Today was Saturday, and it had been so long in coming! Mother had promised that she could buy anything she wanted with her money. She had also said that she would provide bus fare, and Betsy had saved up her allowance for the last five weeks. She had her heart set on a little pocket- book, with a gold clasp. The glory of it lay in the fact that it looked surprisingly like one of her mother’s that she carried when she went out in the evening. Of course it was plastic and the gold did look a little tinny, but it was just the same shape as her mother’s. There w as still one big question in her mind—the blue one or the green one? This had puzzled her for quite a w ' hile. Oh, w ell, she had the money at last, and it would be only a question of time before the purse was hers. The ride downtown on the bus seemed endless. Once she thought the driver w as going slow ly on purpose, just to increase her anxiety! The bus finally rolled to a stop and she stepped dow’n into the crowds of blurred faces and onrushing people. It was colder now ' . She pulled her warm coat a little closer around her and made her way tow ard VVoolworth’s Store. She turned the corner at such speed that she bumped smack into a fat man carrying an armload of parcels. She smiled briefly and excused herself. The man grumbled an apol¬ ogy and went on. Betsy made her way toward the revolving doors. Upon reaching them, she noticed the woman ar.d her child. The woman had a young face but her eyes looked old and tired. The babv was crying softly and clutching at the sides of the carriage w ith tiny, mittenless hands. Their clothes w ere thin and w ' om, and it made Betsy think again of her warm coat. The sight of the two figures saddened Betsy’s heart for a moment, but she was too pre- occcupied with her own thoughts to care much. Pushing her way past the mother and the child, she entered the store. She went straight to the counter w here the pocketbooks were, and her eyes w andered fond¬ ly to the blue one, as she had definitely decided that it was much the prettier of the two. Enjoying the luxury of knowing that it was hers any time she wanted it, she browsed through the store, looking at the contents of the other counters, and, finding nothing more intriguing, was returning to the pocketbooks, when she passed the baked goods counter. This time she saw the mother of the bally again. But this time, Betsy stopped as if hypnotized. The young mother was trying to slip a loaf of bread into her bag. She was stealing the bread...! Betsy must have spoken out loud because the woman turned quickly w ith a startled expression and hastily returned the bread to the shelf. Betsy tried to pretend that she had not seen and hurried back to the pocketbook counter, w ishing w ith all her heart that she had not witnessed the incident. Suddenly it didn’t seem to matter whether she bought the green one or the blue one. In fact, it didn’t seem to matter whether she bought a pocketbook at all . . . she knew what she had to do. She turned around, and, making sure the woman was no where in sight, marched resolutely to the baked goods counter. In answer to the salesgirl’s question, she said, “May I have fifty cents worth of those sugar buns, please?’’ The girl put them in a bag and handed the pack¬ age to Betsy, who took one last wistful look at the shining coin and handed it to the girl. Outside the store again, Betsy walked up to the carriage and carefully placed the package in it. Then, smiling once more at the baby, she turned and started down the street. Lee Sanders ’55 44 HOW THE RACCOON GOT HIS SPECTACLES “How do you know they were stolen?” said the smallest chipmunk to Air. Owl. “Because I know’ that I put them on my bed¬ side table yesterday morning.” “Are you sure that you didn’t put them some- where else just this once?” asked Jimmy the Packrat. Of course I didn ' t, said Air. Ow l. “1 wouldn’t say I had if I hadn ' t, would I?” I s’posc not, but still— mused Jimmy. Let ' s elect a detective!” ejaculated Bobby Squirrel. “That’s a wonderful idea,” everybody said. “Let’s elect some one to find out who stole Mr. Ow l’s glasses.” “Let’s elect Scrawny the Crow,” said some¬ body. “No, let’s elect Sam Squirrel.” “Hush!” said Air. Owl. “I will do the suggest¬ ing. After all, they are my glasses. I think that we should elect Horace the Hawk because he can fly w av up high w here nobody can see him, yet he can see everybody else. In that way he w ill be able to find my glasses and the person who stole them. Wonderful!” everybody cried. Just then Horace came flapping lazily dow n to see what the meeting was about. When he heard what was proposed, he thought it was a grand idea and accepted with pleasure. He promised to do his best and then went off to start his search. All the little animals went back to their tasks of getting in food for the winter. Some of the ani¬ mals forgot about Air. Owl’s glasses altogether, and the ones who did remember didn’t think about them very much. Horace circled around and around in the air and was very careful to watch all that he could, but he couldn’t find any¬ thing. One day Jav Bluejay was talking to Roy Rac¬ coon. “I w ish I could see Horace when he flies around w ay up in the sky.” “I can see him sometimes,” said Roy. “He’s as .clear as if he were right on top of that bush there.” The bush was very close. “How?” asked Jav. But Roy wouldn’t answer. When Horace came down the next time. Jay told him what Roy had said. Horace went to pay a visit to Roy. He knocked on the door and called out tha t he would like to come in and talk for a while. Roy opened the door and asked Horace if he w ouldn ' t like some¬ thing to eat. But Horace took one look at Roy and jumped at him. “What are you doing w ith Air. Owl’s glasses?” “Well, I—ah, I don ' t know—.” “1 must say, though I shouldn’t, that you look very well! Still, I think that you had better give them back to Air. Owl.” Roy went to Air. Owl’s house to return the glasses, but when Air. Owl saw’ how well he looked with them on, he let Roy keep them and got himself a new pair. And that’s how the Rac¬ coon got the handsome black spectacles he wears today. Carol Schw artz, Grade 8 NIGHT They stood side by side, watching the wind make little ripples on the clear water of the pond, which gleamed like silver in the moonlight. Everything was quiet when, suddenly, a fish jumped, leaving a tiny ring of wavelets which grew larger and larger until it was finally de¬ stroyed bv the current. The frogs’ nightly con¬ cert was just beginning, and they could hear the different musicians warming up: the huge bull frogs w’ith their deep bass voices; all the medium¬ sized frogs of the pond with their tenors and altos; and the tiny spring peepers all singing a high soprano. Alinutes passed, the concert w ' as well under¬ way, the noise w ' as tremendous. They did not move, but just stood there, next to the pond, lis¬ tening. He was strong and handsome, almost in the prime of his life, with dark hair that shone in the moonlight. She w ' as delicately built, younger than he. She, too, had dark hair, and you could see how fine and silky and beautiful it was as the moon shone down on it. Suddenly, he sprang into the w ater. There was a slight struggle; then he emerged, dripping, and dragged a large trout up to where she stood. They dined in silence, not talking to one another. After a while, he asked her to go for a sw ' im. She consented, and the two mink slipped gracefully into the cool water and swam awav into the night. Sarah Mills ’56 JAZZ Jazz! Jazz! Jazz! Funny how’ that rhythm gets you! You w alk into the grill from the brisk winter night. Jazz, your host, rushes to meet you as you w alk through the door. He promises you an eve¬ ning of enjoyment. The trumpets shake hands with you and their touch sends a wild fire through your blood until you ' re all alive inside. All of a 45 sudden your body becomes relaxed: your mind loses its worries, and all there is is jazz, jazz, jazz. A smoke-filled room, a drink, a blare of notes in mad profusion ... a voice shouts, “Go! Go! Go! And then the trumpets blast; the drummer goes wild, mad! He beats those canvas-covered mouths as though they had broken all the ten commandments at once. Time stops! You’re sus¬ pended on a note, as the drums swing into their solo. The rest of the plaid jackets return, put down their beers, and, once again, they too are caught in the grip of rhythm, jazz! The rhythm quickens, and in the din of music the whole room has for¬ gotten everything but jazz. Your foot stops its staccato beating in time with the music. You feel the room rock with ecstasy as everyone is whirled away on the stream of jazz. The pianist! Those ten fingers look like a thou¬ sand as they flash across the ivory and ebony board. The rhythm shifts like lightning from fast to slow, hot to cool and sophisticated. Then it dies, this rhythm, this life. It’s all over. Your body regains its feeling, slowly you calm down, slowly the ecstasy in your eves dies. You turn to the person next to you, smile, light a cig¬ arette, and watch the smoke lazily climb to the ceiling. Someone cracks a joke which is answered by a forced laugh. You yearn for the delight and laughter of the trumpets. The ensemble returns. Your hopes soar, and then sink as the band starts a slow dance piece. You find yourself dancing on the jammed floor. Then suddenly the tempo changes to a fast Charleston. The floor rapidly clears and you remain, dancing faster and faster. Your limbs go loose, tiredness drains from your body. The music acts as a stimulant, urging you on . . . faster and faster. You try a new step. Self-consciousness is gone. You’re a showman, you feel as though you could do anything. You salute jazz with that Charleston. Then the stimulant slows and roars to a stop. You stagger back to the table, you’ve had your fun and even more. You light a cigarette, take a cold drink, and feel the liquid slide down your throat while you watch five men perform a mir¬ acle in a smoke-filled room, a miracle called ]AZZ. Ann Littlefield ’53 HOME FORT The wind was whipping the waves into a frenzy. The gray water surged and frothed and seethed and the iittle fishing-schooner shuddered. The sky was endlessly black and the rain fell ceaselessly and the little boat fought for progress. The Sylvavia was just a wooden fishing smack with a worn out engine, but her men knew that she could defeat this relentless attack of nature. “Aye, she’ll make it to ‘ome port,” her captain would say. “I ’elped to mold ' er an’ plank ’er an’ calk ’er rn’self an’ som’ow she ketched some o’ my stubbornness. She’ll ne’er give up to a li’l summer shower like this!!” The Sylvavia ' s crew were just the type of men the proud boat adored. They were eight strong, determined, unyielding New Englanders, and they knew and respected the sea. These eight stubborn men in this one stubborn boat would gain the twenty miles to home port against any odds. Slickers gleamed from the wetness and eves narrowed against the wind-driven rain. Water poured down the men’s necks, in spite of the shining sou’westers they wore, and soaked their four or five shirts. Their hands were blue with cold, as were their lips, and their stomachs growded with hunger. But they fully expected to reach harbor by nightfall—and then, in one hope¬ l ess moment, their dream was killed, for through the heavy blanket of fog and rain came the frantic voice of the bow watchman. “Turn quick!—floating mine dead ahead! Turn about!!” Then fear froze his lips. Everybody re¬ mained motionless, as if hypnotized, and the mine bobbed closer and closer. Then the Skipper came to life. “Throw a line o’er th’ bow. If th’ mine’s dead, we’ll hafta hold it off anyway because it’ll rip right thru our bow, and if it’s alive it may not blow if it doesn’t ’it ’ard. Quick! Who’ll volunteer t’go o’er the bow an’ hold th’ mine off with th’ pike- We’ve gotta try an’ manoeuvre it otta our path.” A bov of not more than nineteen, whose name was Alan, spoke up. ‘Til give ’er a try.” Then without a moment’s hesitation he picked up the long, heavy wooden pole and went forward. The line was fastened to the port of the bow and a tight loop tied in it for Alan’s waist. He swung over the side and was immediately drenched by a heavy swell. He poised and braced the pike and waited. The next wave brought the mine closer and as the seconds craw led by, it danced nearer and nearer. Then, w ith a metallic clink, the pike made contact with the mine. Alan waited for the explosion, but it didn’t come. With all his force he held the mine away from the boat. Then the pike was w renched from his numb hands and the mine swung tow ard him. Alan took hold of the rope with his freezing fingers and, bracing himself against the side of the boat, held off the mine with his legs. But energy was quickly draining from him, and his fingers slowly loosened their grip. The men on deck were frightened—not of death, but for Alan. He wmuld be crushed if . . . “He’ll never make it!” said one, 46 “Yes, he w ill—Alan’s a plucky lad,” answered another, in the hope of raising the crew’s spirits. But he said it heartlessly. They were all numb—no one knew whether it was from fright or from the cold. A wave came and showered the knotted group of men, but they hardly noticed it, for their attention was held to Alan like a nail to a magnet. He was hanging from the rope limply—and the mine was gone! Un¬ wittingly, nature had helped these men by send¬ ing an especially huge wave at the boat. The gigantic, gray cylinder had gone off with it, riding in its foam to some far-off place. The men stared unbelievingly at the sea. Then they pulled Alan up and rushed him below. The) ' cheered and shouted and sang. Hope had returned and spirits soared. Early that evening, through the fog and rain, a small light was spotted. Home Port! The seas were still running heavy w hen the boat chugged between the two huge rock piles that made an entrance into the calm, sheltered harbor. The men weighed anchor and heaved a sigh of relief. The Sylvania was home! Karen Young ’53 IMAGINATION? There it was—for the second time within ten minutes—a high, wailing sound. Where was it coming from? It was hard to tell, because the sound of the wind and the waves beating against the breakwater drowned out every other sound— except that wailing—strange! Jim Tarnon, the old lighthouse keeper, went around and examined some of the rocks to see if there was someone among them, but he could find no one. Was he going mad after all these years out here? Was his imagination running away with him? Jim waited and listened for about a half hour more, but since he heard no more strange noises he decided he had better go in and get what sleep his disturbed mind would let him have. Strange, he could have sworn he heard some¬ thing besides the wind! He must have been just imagining things, though. This storm had got him pretty worried! Once that night Jim woke up and thought he had heard the wailing sound again, and since he couldn’t get back to sleep, he de¬ cided to go and take a look around the small island—just to make sure. The wind was still making the angered waves beat mercilessly at the little island. There w ' as no more w ' ailing, so Jim went back inside, still wondering. What could a strange noise mean, when all there was out there was the cold and lonely sea? The next morning the storm had died down enough for Jim’s helper to come out from the mainland. Through Will, Jim got all the news of the outside world. Today Will sounded more excited than usual. What was he saying? ... some¬ thing about a shipwreck out on one of the small reefs about a quarter of a mile out? It wasn’t any wonder, with the heavy sea they had had the night before! Just then Jim remembered the w ailing. Could it be? . . . No ... it couldn’t be possible ... he had looked around among the rocks, but still . . . Margaret Pevcar ’54 THE POWER DIVINE A man, a man, a mighty man, Above us sits with open hand, In this hand a torch for love. Which he gives to the perfect dove. This man, this man, this mighty man, That seems so far above this land, When we make a pleading sigh, Is with us if we do not lie. That man, that man, that mighty man. With strength and power that is so grand, Has love and mercy that will stand Forever and forever through his land. Karen Carlsen ' 56 GAY NIGHTS... AND MUSIC ‘May I have this dance, please?’ The) ' float away— Caught in the throng of the crowd. Around and around they go— Now dipping, now a hesitation, Now r another turn. The happy faces are but a blurr. The dresses a rainbow of color. Like the swirling, twisting. Multicolored waters of the ocean They go— Never ending in their wavelike motions ... In happiness. A gentle breeze drifts in Through the open French doors. The cold night air mixes with the hot air of the room. But on the terrace it is cool_ Cool and quiet and alone. The music stops. And slowly—like a receding tide The dancers leave. The lights are dimmed And the last few ' stragglers turn For a final glimpse of the streamers Hanging from the ceiling. And on the terrace ever) thing is still... Quiet... and cool... and alone. Lynn Pucci ’53 47 1. Oh, crumb! 2. The lineup. 3. Whistler’s mother. 4. x -f y — Sophs. 5. Spring fever. 6. Who, me? 7. On the ball. 8. Why the Chimes Rang. 9. Who Duz it? 10. Wanda Ray. 11. Who’s Kidding whom? 12. Economy-Sized. 13. Pres, of the Res. 14. Senioritis. 15. Miss March of Dimes. 16. Mak¬ ing a pass. 17. Did I really? 18. Look out below! 19. Large charge. 20. Senior celebrities. GET ALL Phone GEnesee 0515 AMERICAN OIL CO.’S FAMOUS AMO- FUEL OIL ASSURES MORE DEPENDABLE, ECONOMICAL, CLEANER, COZIER, MORE HEALTHFUL HEAT FOR YOUR HOME. HUB OIL CQ ? inc, McKee Rd., Rochester n, N. Y. 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MON. 3390 PHONE EAST ROCHESTER 521 PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 69 BARNARD, PORTER, REMINGTON FOWLER 9-11-13 North Water Street PAINTS • CLASS • BRUSHES Artists ' and Drawing Supplies The COLUMBIA SCHOOL OF ROCHESTER | Incorporated DAY AND BOARDING SCHOOL 61st Year Knrollment limited to 200 Stall’ of 21 specially trained teachers Accredited by Middle Stales Association of Secondary Schools and Colleges. Graduates at present in Beaver, Bennett. Bryn Mawr, California, Colby, Connecticut, Elmira, Goucher, Larson, Marjorie Webster, Maryland, Mary- motint, Middlebury, Mount Holyoke, ew Rochelle, Oklahoma, Radclilfe Sarah Lawrence, Skidmore. Smith. Stephens, Swarthrnore, Syracuse, l ' niver¬ sify of Rochester, Vassar, Wellesley, Wells, Wheaton. Wheelock. PLEASE PATRONIZE OCR ADVERTISERS Bareham Plumbing and Heating Corp. 2 4-1 lour Service III. 3730 HARRY J. BAREHAM, Pres. JOHN W. BAREHAM, Sec.-Treat. U L “ j Lowct.i Pij mdijcjie, inc. 144 Win ton Knud South ROCHESTER 18. N. V. BLAUW BROS., INC. Pharmacists So. Goodman at Clinton Rochester, N.Y. MOnroe 0925 70 Qompliments to A Fine Group of Girls Concrete Trans-Mix Corporation Quality Concrete” GEnesee 3024 PI.EASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS I. Attention plus. 2. Now, girls— 3. Well, it’s like this— 4. What’ll explode? 5. Don’t do it. Lit! 6. I still see a speck. 7. Caught in the act. 8. And he ' s waiting for me!! 9. Really? 10. You don’t say. 11. Why so solemn? 12. Firebugs. 13. We use Chlorodent. 14. You’d think we were care¬ takers. 15. Oh, girls, I couldn’t! 16. It has to be right. 17. It’s the truth, honest. 18. Someone stole my mattress. 19. Not again! § 1 _ 5 1 3 s | - 1 — l J Phone: EMpire 1373 Chow Mein to lake out Compliments £m To Chinese- American Restaurant Open I i A. M. to Midnight 48 EAST AVENUE ROCHESTER 4, N. Y. CHINESE NOVELTIES AND GIFTS a friend Pauiveret ’ s harden. Stc Evergreens, Shrubs, Fertilizers and Insecticides 3280 Monroe Avenue Rochester 18, N. Y. Hillside 3980 Compliments Pf@jjanskq Visit our Son Jon College Thrift Shop on the Second floor PLEASF. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 73 111. CyredericL GJeufjeri FURNITURE Shop at Fred SeufFert’s for well-built and long-lasting davenports and chairs. Over 1,000 samples of materials to choose froml Hours: Daily , .9 to 5:30 P. M. Mon., Wed. and Fri. Eves, ' til .9 P. XI. Any Evening by Appointment CUIver 2787 287 Webster Ave. THE WISE OLD OWL SAYS: When you Join This Savings C lass With Highest Honors You Will Pass Start a SAVINGS BANK Account Now mm . 0 • ’ ROCHESTER SAVINGS BANK 40 Franklin Street 47 Main Street West 1775 Clinton Avenue North Member h ' ederul De msil Iwiurunce Corporation PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 74 Fidelity Mutual Life Insurance HOWARD JOHNSON’S Company Where 303 Cutler Building “THE CROWD” Rochester, New York meets for Thomas C. T. Buckley, C L. U. Genera! Agent COKES and FRANKS PARKSIDE DAIRY Phone: BAker 9585 i “ Your Modern Milkmaid ” Deisinger Flowers Hillside 2036-J E. Koch. 36 345 East Avenue Sporting Goods Kodak Cameras Radios Electrical Appliances Compliments RUDOLPH SCHMIDT CO., INC. a Friend 43 South Avenue, Rochester 4 , N. Y. PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 75 MCCONNELL’S 60 N. Main St. Pittsford, N. Y. Compliment of a friend MARKIN ' S PHARMACY 1392 CULVER ROAD PARKLEIGH PHARMACY Just a BETTER Drug Store Truly a Drugstore KIELSON ' S PHARMACY Professional Pharmacists 260 Park Avenue Delivery Service MOnroe 2473 - 935 1 215 Park Avenue, comer of Goodman Hillside 1150 LAUBES Call Us For Electrical Wiring Horn All Heating Needs Home Insulation HA. 9396 480 South Ave. PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 76 Compliments BOLLER CLARK, INC. 25 East Main Street Rochester 14, New York PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 77 Hardware, Paints, Oils, Glass, Tools, Cutlery, Lawn Seed, Fertilizer, Electric Repairing G. H. UTZ L. A. POLLEY, Props. EAST AVENUE HARDWARE CO. 1796 East Avenue Phone MOnroe 4784 Rochester 10, N. Y. RAMON jM-anil rcA.xet 940 W1NTON ROAD, SOUTH ROCHESTER 10, NEW YORK Flowers By BETTE AND OTTO ULRICH Two Stores to Serve You THE FLOWER BOX 6m. EAST MAIN STREET HAmilton 5460 FARMENS 531 DRIVING PARK AVENUE GLenwood 1140 Member of Florist Telegraph Del. Asso. THE HAYDEN COMPANY Since 1B46 CONGRATULATIONS a n d Furniture • Interior Decorating - Gifts BEST WISHES t o Estimates and Decorating Counsel Gladly Furnished for Home - Club - Institution THE CLASS OF 1953 350 East Avenue BA. 7440 ‘.4 Proud Daddy ' M There is no substitute for Quality PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 78 FOR THE FINEST IN FLAVOR PREPARED MUSTARD WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE WHOLE SPICES GROUND SPICES EXTRACTS • SALTS • FLAKES THE R T FRENCH COMPANY ROCHESTER, N. Y. H if E Sandwich Shop 280 Alexander Street ivhctc mejl i.t tetvat , lie mum r catena u, ptl CCA Alfred C. Ernest, Inc. , , u 1 . , invites you to visit the II l TV T ROOM :it the Iicilian cJ osliiurunt an 25 Kasi JAMES JOHNSTON AGENCY, INC. INSURANCE 1020 Sihley Tower RiiiMin J “ HAmilton 9930 USTIN F. G RAB, President ROBERT F. WOERNER, l ice-President LEONARD II. HENDERSON. I ire-President ROY A. DC FEUS, Secretary PHILIP C. GOODWIN, Treasurer PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 79 Compliments of LONG’S DREAMLAND PARK _ So _ i HOUSL C g FTS j HKKOK CA adetJjrf Tf fct £ amcuJ Ste ilir Sea Breeze, New York For the finest in FOOD WOLF’S MARKET Free Daily Delivery 1809 East Avenue MOn. 2335 Compliments KNIGHT’S PHARMACY 204 Winton Road North ESLER’S HUDSON - TITUS Record Shop “We have every record made” Don Pooley, Record Mgr. The Best for Less iussdts JEWELRY STORE 39 SOUTH MAIN STREET Pittsford, New York PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 80 I. You can take it now! 2. He sure is! 3. Les trois mousquetaires. 4. “Ain’t she sweet?” 5. Artistic? 6 . M’dear. 7. Smile pretty now. 8. Marshmallow delight. 9. 8:30 A.M. 10. Working hard, gals? II. You don ' t say! 12. She did it again! 13. Cute little gals. 14. Have you tried it lately? 15. Good old Juniors. 16. Knight and day. 17. You’re a White now. 18. Everybody gather ’round. GRASS CUTTING EQUIPMENT CO., INC. Monroe 5155 JACOBSEN POWER MOWERS SNOW REMOVAL EQUIPMENT LEAF SWEEPERS BRADLEY M. MEADE Interiors I 887 East Avenue Rochester 10 , N. Y. 225-229 Parsells Ave. CUI. 6874-5645 THE BOOK SHOP Compliments oj Elmwood at Monroe CRAMER’S BRIGHTON Bonks Lending Library Gijts Greeting Cards PHARMACY 1 771 East Avenue (next to Brighton P. O.) MOnroe O 789 Compliments °f Greene’s Building Maintenance Supplies, Inc. Knight Paving Products, Inc. Buffalo - Rochester - Ithaca FINE WATCHES 209 Central Avenue II MILT O N • G 1 K R I) - P E R E ; l And Best Wishes to Columbia Graduates 7 j (s OiAuUuL JEWELERS 943 Lincoln Alliance Bldg. P L. FAS F. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 82 A GREAT STYLE STORE FOR MEN, YOUTHS AND BOYS where the good clothes come from ” 195 Main Street East PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 83 Hast 12SIU nti Testament Having completed our last voyage, we, the helmsmen of 1953, trot town the gangplank with our duffles thrown over our shoulders and ur hooks tucked under our arms, leaving for “ye olde crew” our Last Will and Testament. We leave the S. .S ' . Columbia to the class of ’54. We leave the bazaar to the class of ’57. Jo leaves her Javanese neck to Lorane Clark. Ann Ft. leaves a pair of riding boots to Gay Pierson. Pam leaves her Wednesday night recitals to Sally Hunt. Lory leaves her attempts to grow long hair to anyone who succeeds. Janie leaves Sue Rodgers a flash bulb to peel. F.llie leaves the little car she never got to Sally Wadsworth. Sally C. leaves her job of putting away the pinnies and turning off the gym lights to anyone who wants it. Sandy leaves her earrings to whoever can find them, kitsy leaves her beach umbrella to the U. of R. Griz leaves the “point that she never got to anyone who can get it. Sally IT leaves her parking space to the first one w ho gets there. Ann H. leaves one of her pigtails to Peggy Foxall. Liz leaves her raccoon coat to Cindy, who thinks it’s just “out of this world,” where it ought to be. Ann L. leaves Eastwoods to those who follow in her footsteps. Mare leaves a pair of sky-blue-pink shorts to anyone who’s without a gym suit. Jogv leaves her grammar book to Churchie. Lynn leaves her seat at the L T . of R. games to Barb Bow man. Foo, the s odding skier, leaves a pair of six-foot ski poles to Julie. .Molly leas es her “ooga horn” to Mam’selle. Tsvink leaves MO. 8937 to Carol Clements. Nance leaves Latin 111 to anyone ssho is interested in Botany. Janne leas-cs her “But Miss Reidie ...” to any confused Biology student. Kitch leaves Bouncin’ Betts to Heather. 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