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

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IN! Ffh PROPHECY Hurry, or we'll miss the plane, called Verna Rudnick to Edith Lank, That article can wait. Verna and Edith, Girls' Latin School graduates of the class of l937, had been fortunate in Ending employment on the same news- paper, Verna as photographer and Edith as star reporter. Now they both had been ordered by the editor of the newspaper, Shirley Cohen, to cover the Am- erican Teacher Convention in the far off city of Huntington and were hurry- ing to their plane, which was due to leave within the hour. VVhere did you say you were to meet Mary Harrington and Lydia .lo- nuska? called Edith as they clambered into the waiting taxi. At the East Airport, because before leaving for her vacation Lydia wants to get an interview from Irma Pearlmutter concerning her airport. By the way, do you know who owns this system of taxis? Sylvia Bebchick! Quite a good business, too, they say. Remember at school-? But Edith's thoughts were far from what she was saying. It wouldn't be diflicult to obtain a good story this time. Lydia Jonuska, a special feature writer, was going along and Mary Harrington, head of the city's largest publishing house, too, so that things were bound to happen, Lydia had already obtained the necessary facts from Irma, so the quartet immediately made their way to the plane. As they were boarding it, they met Vera Colmes, the noted surgeon, hurrying to catch another plane which would take her to the hospital of which she was in charge. With her was Dorothy Bernstein, her trusted nurse. Once the girls were settled in their comfortable quarters, they talked of Vera and her hospital. A good many girls we know are doctors at that hos- pital, said Lydia. I know, I wrote a column about it, at one time. There's Gloria Reed, who specializes in tropical diseases: and Barbara Dunn, who spe- cializes in bone diseases: besides Betty Ann Kosters. Janet Katz. and Miriam Morrison. And the nursing staff includes Marjorie Quinlan, Betty Welch. and Shirlee Weinberger. Yes, and if I remember correctly, Edna Kohn, Reva Cobin, and Rose Yardumian are members of the dietetics department, added Edith. l'Everybody comfortable? sang out the cheery voice of the hostess, who turned out to be none other than Salwa Hajar. Why, my heavens! she cried, staring at her passengers. This seems to be Girls' Latin School week. On my last trip I had Hinda Lampke and Estelle Heffler on their way to France to preview the new styles for their respective fashion establishments: and now tPage liifty-twoj

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Class of 1937 On the first day of April the girls all got a chance to find out their class- mates' childhood weaknesses. Perhaps it was a teddy bear, or a doll. or a floppy-eared calico dog. but whatever the toy, each senior on Baby Day re- sembled her sixth class sister very strongly. Short dresses and rompers were the vogue, and there seemed to have been a race to see who could carry the big- gest lollypop. Now take that marching more slowly. There's no rush. Orders from the gym teachers. Not for the gym meet, for that was over and forgotten long ago: but this marching meant much more to the class of '37, Class Day! Afternoons of practice and preparation all culminated in the beautiful ceremony that Class Day always was. How impressively the seniors sang their song, the essayist declaimed, the poet read, and the class president welcomed. Ending with the always popular Class Day prom, the day was one long to bf: re- membered by every senior. Greatest of all days-graduation day. Need a historian record the de- tails of a day so vital in the lives of all the girls? My saga is ended, and my farewell glimpse of the class of '37 finds them walking away from the red brick building, with shining faces, clutching tightly a large white scroll tied with blue ribbons. Clio's musing voice here ceased. Slowly she rolled the gilded scroll. Suddenly, from a great distance, there burst a mighty, deep-throated roar of thunder. Was Zeus in fury? Clio wheeled quickly around. The rumbling thunder continued, but Zeus was nowhere to be seen. The air.was sunny: there was no lightning. Mercury, she shouted. Wake up quickly. The president is very sick! Call Aesculapius! Mercury appeared in the doorway, and laughed merrily. Without a word, he pointed to a television set, a very sensitive one, possessed only by Pres- ident Zeus. Clio quickly understood. Rushing up to it, she dialed, Schola Latina Puellarum, Bostonia, U. S. A. And immediately, before her eyes she saw the members of the graduating class clapping tirelessly and cheering vehemently. They had just heard her broadcast. A sigh of joy and relief escaped the lips of Clio as she hastened away to finish a hangover game of badminton. MARY LOUGHLIN HOPE NEWMAN fPage Fifty-oneb

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Class of 1937 youl By the way, Eleanor Cohen cooks our food and Helen Desmond pilots this ship, so you're perfectly safe, both ways. With this comforting remark she Went on her way, leaving the group to their own thoughts. Mary's, of course, turned to the literary world. Men- tally she checked off the best sellers: The English Accent by Eunice Silver- stein and Greater Heights by Katherine Nagle in fiction, and The Art of Being a Lady by Edith Colmes, How to Debate in Five Easy Lessons or Two Hard Ones by Eleanor Marcus, and Humor in Mathematics by Helen Hinck- ley. After a few hours, the weary girls turned to sleep. When they awoke the next morning, they had already reached the Huntington Landing Field, whence a few minutes' ride took them to the convention headquarters-Hotel Vital, managed by Mary Breen. Here they were given adjoining rooms by the obliging clerk, an old acquaintance, Alma Jennings. Wait a minute. I have to send a telegram, called Edith. Why, Vir- ginia Quinn, what are you doing here? 'Tm chief operator, replied Virginia. 'lls there anything I can do for you? I'd like to send a telegram to my paper, the 'Courier,' answered Edith. 'Convention promises success: flowers by Frances Milne and Irene Mich- aeledesg house detective, Sharlee Mysel: Lillian Gass and Henrietta Lax repre- sent Louise Muldoon, Commissioner of Education. Details later.' You're late, you know, ventured Virginia. Bette Berman, Susanna Hollis, and Athena Poulos from your rival newspapers have already sent in their reports. Thanks for the tip. I see you're going to be a great help, cried Edith on her way to her room. As she was getting out of the elevator, she met Lauretta Prussian, the well known Sp0rtSWOman, who was about to check out for Kentucky, where two of her horses were entered in the Derby. With her was her able secretary, Marie Obernesser. Rushedyas both girls were, there was no time for conversation, but each promised to keep in touch with the other. In the meantime Verna, never idle, had contacted the leaders of society in the town for their pictures. Patience Sanderson, Jean Towhill, and Betty Sullivan were planning a charity affair: and Anne Gormley, president of the Junior League, a dance. That afternoon the teachers met together in the auditorium. All branches of the profession were well represented. Lydia sought those who especially in- terested her, Betty Flaisher, geometry teacher: Barbara Olsen, algebra teacher: and Rosamond Smith, chemistry teacher. Mary stopped to speak to Virginia Hill, an English professor: Dorothea Levenson, French professor, and Jean Upham, German professor. Ruth Crimmin had some amusing tales about her kindergarten class. Verna rushed around as usual trying to take pictures and get interviews from various people. Finally she cornered a whole dramatic school which included Silvia Saslaw, teacher of acting: Irene Morris, teacher of hand expression: Marion Newman, teacher of speech: Annette Edlestein, teacher of charm: Flora Roseniield and Shirley Greenblatt, teachers of dancing. and Ruth Kirshbaum, teacher of music. Edith sat quietly in a corner of the hall correcting her notes about the activities of Celia Goldman, psychiatrist: Julia Bullock, world traveler, and Carolyn Wallace, whose dictionary had late- ly been published. CPage Fifty-threeb