Dwight Englewood School - Exit Us Yearbook (Englewood, NJ)

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Clonunencenient arriiedp eight juniors: liliza- heth llansot. lireddy Cartwright, Susi 'lie-nnant, Miranda Knickerhocker, Brookie Kirkland, Betsy Kelly, Lucy lfrost, Diddy Whitson, Ann Richards and Pat 'lohn-,on made up the Sniilax Chain, with Nancy Weeks as the Marshall. At Cfomniencement Betsy Kelly was awarded the Elmira Key, an honor given each year to an academically outstanding junior. That year Coinniencement was a day ol regret 1-N and realization. We had finally reached the top. As our friends of IQ?-r said goodhye, we saw the responsibilities ahead of us. We proceeded to make plans to reclecorate our Senior Study. Those dreanis ol' rugs, couches, and coke machines, soon disappeared, lor as soon as we returned in the fall we were liaced with: This year is the most important for your college records, girls. Nancy Weeks was again our president, Sandra St. Phillip our x'ice-president-treasurer, and lirookie Kirkland again our secretary. Our liaithliul Mrs. Meredith was our advisor. The Christmas Pageant was one ol' thc niajor eyents ol' the year. Nancy Wfeeks was the Ma' donna, Sandra St. Phillip the narrator, and Cllare Russell the hell-ringer, lfreddy Cartwright sang the solo. The day lvelore Christnias xacation we had our caroling party. serenading various lac ulty nienihers vu! i xhs Nr 1-'.... and trustees ot the stliool. Afterwards our tlass slumber party was held at Diddy XVhitson's house. Vile ate, played hridge, sang and gossiped. The next nioring, with deep, dark circles under our eyes, we managed to get ourselves to school. Once there, we came to lite, lor it was our turn to spank the under-classmen as they arrived. It was 21 carelree dayg lor we seniors, dressed in ski pants, wore lipstick and did not study. Some ol' us even went downtown in a tree period to huy some tiood.

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Class considerably. ln February we gave the junior- freshman party in the gym. A stavenger hunt was the order of the day and we all kept talws on our trazy sisters as they hunted for the goods. junior year, our fear of speaking in thapel was lesfened and we found ourselves enjoying gixing kits for the Christmas Sale. Onte upon a time in the land of OO Blah Dee' was the famous line that originated in those skits. Nancy Arnold and Ann Richards were the class stars with their storms '. llarry Tush provided the mu-'it, and vut were entertained hy a group of singers who were none other than eight of the juniors: Pat .jOll!l'10ll. I.uty lfrost, lfreddy Cartwright, Miranda Knitker- ltotker, Anne Rithards, Susan Gray, Brookie Kirkland, and Susi Tennant who sang Oh llalwj, Mine and Li1nehouse Blues . As Cilass Day, liancjuet, and Clommentement approathed, we sought in desperation to write a hancjuet skit for the outgoing senior tlass. Wfhen x X., A. musical thapels, hut were not alone in their mus- ieal contributions. Through the year many got their licenses. Nanty Silberberg and Brookie were among the first. Well we remember those hilarious afternoons when we all tried to get rides home with them! We never tould pile enough of us in. Miranda interviewed jazzbo and then we tried to get him for an entertainer at our junior Dance. That dance was tertainly another of our brain- it was finally xx ritten we performed a dastardly f hut oh, so delightful, dtedi we hurned the skit. llowexer, in its plate we wrote poems for eath senior and gaxe eath a suitahle gift. At Class Day we reigned in gloryg we otiieially hetantt seniors and reteived our long-awaited tlass rings. Hancjuet was of great importante, for we took over all the ottites of the sthool. It was announeed there that Freddy Cartwright would he our Sthool President.

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Christmas vacation was festive indeed, Lucy Frost, Pat johnson, Brookie Kirkland, Nancy Weeks, Sally O'Hara and Ellen Van Alstyne gave a gala party on December twenty-stcond to which the whole class and many under-classmen were invited. But upon returning to school we immediately found our S.A.T.'s looming one week later. Senior year we again worked hard from the academic' point of view. We were rounding out our college credits and it proved a never-encling task. The password of College, college, collegc ahead, echoed everywhere. Right after midyear examinations we had an exchange student, Diep from Vietnam, visiting us for ten days. Pat johnson was her hostess. Ap- pealing and vivacious, she taught us a great deal about her country and our world. The last stretch at Dwight beckoned and the months Hew by to the end. College Boards on March twelfth soon passed without any catas- trophe, and later we all heard from our respective college choices. May hfth, the clay of the Father- Daughter Dinner, arrived before we knew it. Mr. Gordon Gay served as toastmaster and the fathers gave a hilarious fashion show. It was our last Father-Daughter Dinner, but more fun than ever. Our traditional trek to jones Beach was a mem- orable event that followed. On Class Day we relincluished our proud senior seats in Study A to the incoming seniors, and hled onto the stage as future alumnae. At Banquet that night we realized fully that we were soon to leave. Then the following day Rev. james F. Martin spoke at our Baccalaureate service. The time was passing speedily. Monday, the thirteenth of june, our graduation took place at the First Presbyterian Church of Englewood. Rev. Howard Anderson gave the graduating ad- dress. Following Commencement the school enter- tained us, our relations, and guests at a luncheon party in Dwight House. Our eleven years as a class at Dwight School had come to a close,