Ellis School - Ellisian Fields Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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, ,LW J- 9! ' fd ANNE vVl'lLI.INGl'IIl Preparing for Bryn iWa1c'r Follzfgr' w nex er stops Anne as she Hplowsi' her way to school from Rain or sno ' , . . . . VVindy Knoll every day. Always having a cheerful greeting for everyone-quick-conscientiously going about her work as Business Y Book i IIlFII1lJf'I' of the Glcc Club, Drzuimtic Manager of the ear . : , Club and Il reprvscntativc of thc- Student Council.

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52.1 Y-5 www I . M.xnc:,uc wi' JA N ic SWAGL1-in Pre-pairing for Fim' ,ilrfs f'ol14'gr, f'lI7'Ilt'glt' lnsiiiulf of T4'f'hnology If you'vv c-vc-r svn-n Margie- on za Monday morning you have- sc-c-n that muc-li tulkvd of pllcnonu-non-:i drvzun walking. Any Monday morn- ing will do-for it has lrccn such :A hard vvvvk. 'l'rcz1surcr of E. A. A. :md Draunutic Club, lmttlcs with Miss Pierson over E. A. A. club funds. Art Cluh postvrs for school zu-tivitivs, plvzids with tha' VVhitc 'l'c:un to mukv :1 fc-w points, no wondvr Margim-'s pct 1-xprcssion is. It's lwvn :1 hard day. . J ' SUL' mg FA 'ig VITAHI S: A, sus, cfpfc' ASPIKI . 2 ,L-4.41 ,f fd JVM , 1 , , ,414-4f

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Serum Qfmd pfzcafphecy On one particularly bright, sunny day the porch of the Sehenley Hotel was monopolized by five old ladies who sat and dreamed of their youth, rocking back and forth, back and forth. Marian Smith stopped rocking suddenly and sat up very straight. The Supreme Court never had a better Chief Justice. And tllen to be asked to retire! I was just getting into my argumentative stride! She settled back again, flushed and indignant. The placid old dame stretching in the corner, looked up. Do you mind the time my first group of paintings were exhibited at Carnegie Institute. Critics stared at my riots of color and exclaimed, 'The name, Margaret Swagler, will become more famous than Dali'. It did, she chuckled, returning to her doodling. Buneos dias, senoritas, greeted Joan Lund, coming up the porch steps toting the parchesi board under her arm. Anne-Anne Wellingerf' she prodded the snoozer gently. Wake up, Anne. It's time for our parchesi game. Anne yawned widely and pulled her chair towards the table. We've decided to send our first grandson to Yale, just like father, Joan announced. I just love having a Yale man in the family. Betty Ayers hohbled across the porch, pulling tight around her an electric blue shawl. Observing through her bifocals Margaretis attempt at a thumbnail sketch, she screamed cheerfully, What is it, kitsel, a pig or a tree Dear old Betty, it's you, returned Margie wryly. You think you're so-so smooth, just because ages ago you won that farce of a soap box race. Then, to soothe Anne's ruffled feelings fAnne was rapidly losing the gamej Joan paused to read a portion of her latest letter from Beatrice Clark. Bea says to tell you she can never thank you enough for your bromi-stethofluoric ray machine, Anne. She says it saved her new pig litter this year. It should win the Nobel prize. Joan's eyes were on the letter, and Anne brightening visibly. seized the opportunity to put her elbow strategically on the fold of the parchesi board, dumping its contents and ending the unfortunate game. Whereupon the curly-haired tot bumbling around the floor. seized one of the fallen parchesi men and began to pound it against the porch rail, crowing all the while. Ricky, you give that to me this instant demanded Mary Reed. She hoisted her smallest grandson high in the air. You'll never guess what this imp did yesterday -she broke oif into uncontrollable giggles and had to be pounded on the back. Now, is Rick, one of your sons' sons or your second daughteris son? began Marion conversationally, just as the porch screen door wheezed shut, and Jean McSwigan appeared, followed by an adoring old gentleman. Her best lavender sprigged organdy whispered Joan. fC07lffII1lI'1f on pagr 433 i131