Girls Latin School - Liber Annalis Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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T ga ..--n. Q 7 gm lunnn. W ,E .-aun. ya , ff , 'F A Q ,lib ' W lil HSTEQN RY an 'A .VA I' Mmm.. CLIO ON THE AIR All Mount Olympus lay beneath the grasp of the rosy-fingered Dawn, but not one of the Olympian divinities was stirring, for it was Saturday morn- ing, and mortals did the housework. But suddenly from the temple of the Muses on one side of the gold-paved Olympian avenue, a hideous, raucous screech issued forth, a sound as of great pain and torture and the unremitting yells of wild animals. Clio, how many times have I told you to put the soft pedal on that alarm clock! complained one of the Ten Sisters as she turned over. I've got a job, groaned Clio, stopping the alarm, and pushing out one toe to test the temperature of the atmosphere. I can't be late, and it takes the loud one to wake me up! I remember. It's that Latin School business, supplied Mnemosyne. Don't forget to heat my ambrosia, Clio. Clio, having found the temperature suitably Elysian, had arisen and dressed in a White sheet with beautiful royal purple crepe paper trimmings. Eheu, sighed Clio, and ordered a mortal from Hades to heat the am- brosial oatmeal for breakfast. A half hour later Dawn's whole glowing hand had become visible, and from her temple home, Clio was emerging, a black and gold scroll tucked under her arm. She sped with Olympian airiness to the mansion of President Zeus, who had had a radio broadcasting station installed in his living room CPresi- dent Zeus' hobby was running divine amateur hoursj. Mercury, the radio announcer, had by this time temporarily recovered from the prolonged hypnotic powers of his friend, Morpheus. He was a bit broader amidships than his portrait statue of over a thousand years ago, because he was a little older, and since the invention of the radio, he sat down to send his mes- sages wireless. His only activity was leading a chorus of Naiades, with his caduceus for a baton. Now Mercury called over the microphone in perfect Shakesperian English, I-Xttentionl O ye avid mortals! This is station IQIT speaking. We have with us this morning a goddess whom the whole world has continually ac- claimed in the past, and Who, at the request of a far-off city-state Bostonia, has agreed to read to us the History of the Class of 1937 of the Girls' Latin School. A CPage Forty-fivej

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. , . yyyyy yyQzQsyLyatin Qchoolyw ikaik SONG FQ o A Qc Q 5 MR Q:--3 kg KEN 1422 9 QMS . C ' ' i X : 9 f x 0 uh 4 I lv' Nw 5 K is Hail to our Latin School, Guide of our youth, Making our lives sincere. Searching for the truth. Forever on our way Loyal uJe'll be. Hail, Alma Mater dear, We'll cherish thee, As on life's way we toil, Thy words we heed, Noble in thought we'll be Righteous in each deed. Bearing thy spirit on, Brave to the end. Our lives thy tribute be. Teacher and friend. GLORIA REED. LPagc Ifortyffourb 11

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Girls' Latin School CHere he bowed eloquentlyj Magno cum gaudio I present Miss Clio, Musa Historiae I Mercury now speedily departed to his other Saturday morning duties CMorpheus againj. Clio, he knew, was a dependable divinity, very energetic because she did not Wish to lose her figure. Clio stepped forward gracefully and unrolled her gilded scroll. She com- menced to read: CLASS VI Six long years ago in September of the year '31, troops of girls of all sizes filed into the Girls' Latin School. Least noticeable among these were the hero- ines of my saga. In desperation, they clutched their cumbrous, but comforting. pencil boxes, and entered the portentous gates. A malignant, two-legged blackboard immediately faced them. Class Six report in Collins Hall. Oh, mourned the bewildered braidbearers, but what shall we do? We are Class One! Finally a daring child asked a senior in a blue knitted suit where Class One should go. The senior gazed in astonishment at her would-be contemporary. Oh, she cried suddenly, and condescendingly she explained the great puzzle. Thus it was that the pigtails found themselves in Collins Hall, found themselves scrutinized by swarms of teachers and regarded as just so many letters to be distributed in a place called the annex. The distributions brought fruitful discoveries. There were dressing rooms! A carefully compiled list shows the uses to which these dressing rooms were converted during the course of the year: hide-outs for secret societies: pun- ishment rooms for pupils over-sociable in class: sophisticated dancing-class ball rooms: gymnasiums fthe bars encouraged monkey stuntsj 3 gossip rooms Csub- jects: the Empress Eugenie hat and Miss So-and-so's new dressj : rehearsal and costuming rooms Cprevious to Christmas entertainments made possible by trag- ic histrionic attemptsj. The dressing-room was unanimously voted the in- dispensable foundation of annex social life. Sports included jump-rope, class-room ball playing, sans teacher, of course. climbing hundreds and hundreds of steps, and catching two o'clock trolley cars. CThe girls are now willing to wait until two-thirty.j There was an amazing amount of school spirit. Everyone invested in Jabs, Jab pins, A. C., and hymn and hand books, never opened since. And then-marks! The first report card-the first D-the maiden's first scholarly tears. Ah, the shock of it, the roseate color of it, the roseate color of father's face at sight of it! So this was life! But the pigtails soon recovered, for they were a happy-go-lucky little race. The really great events of the year were the gym meet, of which the fifth and sixth class stunts were the sole interesting features Caccording to their per- sonal opinionj, the class picnics to Nantasket, and the play, A'The Royal Fam- ily of Broadway. Promotion! fPage Forty-sixl