Girard College - Corinthian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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West End From towns and cities, from far and near, we entered the gates of Girard College into a new world and a new way of life. Each of us can still recall the hollow emptiness we felt when our mothers left us. It was a jolt which soon passed. West End had so much to offer—plenty of boys our own age to play with, a large playground with a merry-go-round, rings, pits, and swings on it, a game called soccer, other sports and activities, and of primary importance, education. The total of all these points was fun and enjoy¬ ment. More and more with the passing of weeks and months we found our homesickness being pushed aside by the fun we had with our classmates; we talked the language of guvvie,” playgee,” seccy,” lavo,” and grub;” we found ourselves enjoying the school. Soon the Hum became home. Junior School Front Row, left to right-. Miss Janet F. Duval, Mrs. Oleine M. Turner, Mrs. Grace H. Campbell, Mrs. Anne G. Greene Second Row: Mrs. Corinna L. Orishimo, Miss Elizabeth Vcrricr, Miss Juliet E. Stacks, Miss Helen R. Craig, Miss Nancy E. Hutchinson, Mrs. Beryl W. Irvin The Hallowe ' en Parade Pepsi-Cola The Sandtent Marbles tournaments Har Har Front Row, left to right: Miss Nancy E. Hutchinson, Miss Elizabeth Verrier, Miss Helen R. Craig, Mr. Chester B. Sweigart The Guvvies The six needles Biggies The merry-go-round Our lives in the Junior School were full of the joy of living each day, in the classes, in the build¬ ings everywhere. None of us will ever forget the plays we staged in the auditorium, the fun in mak¬ ing fudge or roasting marshmallows in the section room; or the complete and innate exuberance we felt in swinging, sliding, running, and romping. Some of our best memories of these years are of what was done though forbidden: talking after lights, pillow fights, wrestling in section rooms, settling our personal problems with each other. There is even a kind of pleasure in reflecting on the hours we spent in the grudge line” or the infre¬ quent scolding deserved and received. These were wonderful days that we’ll never know again, days of lazy hours without care or worry, days of busy hours, and days when we en¬ joyed life to the fullest. 4 y