Ellis School - Ellisian Fields Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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All aboard! All aboard that's going aboard! Wait, for the love of Olympus, just a minute. Jupiter, l never thought I'd make it. I can't seem to stand up straight. If I could just lean up against a post-Oh, hello! I haven't seen you since we were freshmen. Seen any of the old crowd around? Do you mean to say you haven't met the ship's captain? In the name of Apollo you surely recognize Marty Snowdon? She's in high favor with the gods these days. I even saw Old Neptune himself on the pier to see her off. In spite of his long green beard, he looked strangely like Mrs. Hogg. Well I never thought I'd see any of our fellow-worship- pers of Athena on board this ship, but they do seem to be all about the place. Whatever is that odd shrieking? Oh, that must be the sirens. We don't usually ,sail so close, but I suppose this crew just couldn't resist. Bouncing Bacchus, think of the men they must eat: or I should say 'meet.' I've always thought it might be fun .... At that moment, Zephyrus in anger blew the fair ship on to the very rocks of the sirens. So if you have ever won- dered who what became of this promising crew, they are still perched on a rock in the Aegean Sea, singing strange songs. Foolish mortals! They should have known that only people that behave get to the Isles of the Blest. Freshmen Left to Right: L. Lyndon, N. Austin, J. Barnes, G. Clark, F. Walton, S. Lyddon A Nimick, M. Snowdon, S. Smith. T. Moreland, P. Love. M. McCargo, A. Snodgrass S A Kennedy L. Bayard, K. Cochran, S. Follansbee, S. Carson, B. Maynard, A. Becker, P. Burnett

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Eighth Grade, Left to Right: C. J. Leonard, M. Miller, L. Long, J. Mullet, K. Russell, C Engelder, B. J. Baird, F. Murray, M. J. Robinson. E. Helm, C. Williams, E. Carroll, C Chapple. D. Swan, B. Foster, C. McGinnis. J. Dickey, K. Horne. Sealed in arbor: A. Collins J. Garrison, J. Hazlett, M. Rowland, C. List. One of the members of Admiral Tilley's vast fleet is the PT-8, a most daring and venturesome ship. At the start of this year's grim voyage, darkened by the clouds of knowledge, the officers aboard were Skippers Swan, and First, Second and Third Mates Foster, Carroll, and Chapple. ' The crew of the PT-8 has almost doubled this year. Much to our disappointment, two members deserted to Florida: but the several new members have added greatly to the spirit of the ship's company. Our numbers have always been outstanding for entertain- ment. In the past we have presented Gareth and Lynette, and The Violin Maker of Cremonaf' We have featured piano solos and fine recitations. This year Seaman List gave an astonishing speech on the Grenfell Mission. This was on the Ellis Guild program. Her knees shook and her voice quaked, but she pulled through nobly for a noble cause. All hands aboard are now busy either with plans for the Fair or rehearsing for the Dramatic Club plays.

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Mary Jane Friday: Virginia Wilson: Anne Allen: Nancy Patton: Charlotte Reed: Joan Carson: Dorothy Miller: Margieann Bingler: Sophomores, Left to Right A. Allen, N. Patton, M. J son, J. Carson. Seated: M Bingler, D. Miller. C. Reed V. Wilson. It ff? ,X fp Able skipper and ready member of the Fleet Council. It is fair sailing ahead with merry Fido aboard to sing, whistle, or spin yarns to the crew's hearty delight. With a mind for figures she startles her mates and masters by her amaz- ing geometric calculations on call. Straggles aboard late, as usual, just as Anchors Aweigh is called. There she is now, clutching her blue and gray lunch box, her sun- bleached hair flying in the breeze. Batten down the hatches, for here comes the celebrated galley scavenger. The ship vibrates with her boisterous laugh, as the crew gathers round to hear her tall tales. Tolli is known as the ship's confidential agent. She sees all, knows all, and tells all, with equal glee. Hear her contagious laugh? Hold on to your pockets, men, and watch your pay, for here comes our vigilant treasurer with ready figures in her head and a grasping hand for any tardy payments, Dodie is our golden haired Council member. Her sunny disposition and merry smile, as she throws you in the gig, would bring tears to your eyes. Our silent partner chuckles quietly to herself in obvious amusement at all our silly antics. She may say little, but we have learned that she never misses a trick Where fun is concerned. Friday, L. Hardie, S. Sam-