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

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lass f?Hstor Alice giggled Cone never laughs on the Queen's Croquet Groundl. The poor king would never make first string on anyone's croquet team! She swooped up the paint- smeared flamingo from his favorite spot on the rosebush tree, and, with the grace of a modern dancing pupil, leaped over the furrows to tap her hedgehog into a ball. Watch me now, King. There's a defi- nite technique to hitting Hedgie. Crook- ing her right elbow, and taking a firm grip at the base of Mingo's long neck, she exe- cuted a beautiful swing centered on Hedgie himself. But the swing never completed its arc, for Mingo, bending his neck to look up at Alice, winked! Hedgie unrolled himself to find Alice laughing helplessly, and, wiggling his whiskers, he ambled off to a friend two furrows down. Oh! moaned Alice, maybe Hedgie would have preferred beat ball! Beat ball? queried the King in his best befogged manner Cconfidentially he didn't do too well in his scholastic aptitude? . Why, yes, replied Alice, tickling the fiamingo. From the first day We trudged under the motto 'Let thy life be sincere,' with our pretty report cards clutched proudly in one fist, our Mother's hand in the other for assurance we were saved from mental exhaustion only by the intricacies of beat ball. The pigeons vacated the raft- ers that year, and even the windows quavered when Ann Hennessey, she of the 'powerful shoulders,' stepped to the plate. The sixth class was wonderfully hectic -, Alice stopped for a moment to view the chaotic condition of the garden, and reconsidered her choice of adjective. Well, it passed in a faster tempo than any previous year of our lives, and we loved every minute of it in a begrudging sort of way. How many trips we made to the matron for pencils, half boxes of Cheez-its, pens, handkerchiefs, and lunch boxes all left at various points in our daily trek through the building. And how many times we elbowed, pushed, and shoved to get a table in the primp room for lunch! We had green settees then, the color of the March Hare's hat, and they invariably lost a leg or a back rest when Lindsay threw I 30 her daily orange at Barbara above the heads of the vociferous mob. We had grand science periods, too, King dear, ' continued Alice, in which Miss Bradley would list the attributes of pudding stone and B. L. S. students with equal fluency. She's married now, you she will have as many have, she added, sur- ten frolicking children, she. The King puffed know, and I hope little ones as you veying the King's and all as nice as up considerably and was ready to speak on the joys of parenthood when Alice con- tinued. And that besmudged area on the ceil- ing near Miss Armstrong's office is due to the united efforts of the members of the sixth class tumbling act. We wrote our names in the dust of the ceiling during our first gym meet. Was Miss Armstrong en- raged! Roberta Navisky and I spent one wicked afternoon scrubbing that part of the ceiling -- it's been whiter than the rest ever since! I This suddenly reminded Alice of the red rosebush with its one white bud which the gardners had missed in their hurry, and she laughed outright, much to the consternation of the King, who looked hastily about for his solemn queen. But, she hastily continued, by May a few facts had sifted through the battered craniums of the courageous survivors: anti- penults were vaguely connected with long syllables and Latin stressg Northeast stair- ways were used by ascending students and descending faculty, the Northwest, vice versa, silent passing periods meant that Susie couldn't reveal the answer to the fifth example until out of Miss Murphy's. ear- shot 3 and warnings were little cards that prevented you from gazing soulfully at the back of Joe's head on the two-fifteen car. Lucy Manuelian and I gave a master- ful rendition of Chinkie Chinaman to 6D - you should have seen Lucy with her feet propped up on Miss L.undell's desk. The heelmarks never did come off. Then I continued my acting career by playing Midshipmate in the school operetta 'All At Sea' given at the B. L. S. Auditorium. The operetta was a financial success because of l

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HELEN WEST Imperturbable Helen is as adven- turous and happy-go-lucky as a cocker spaniel puppyg her enthusiasm extends to the Arts and English history par- ticulars. German Club. BARBARA WILSON Through her red-rimmed harle- quins, Barbara views her tasks with conlidenceg she had her shining hour in chemistry class. Secretary of Classical Club, Yearbook Staff, Athletic Associa- tion, Dramatic Club, and Mariners. Ap- probatious IV, III, II. l29l

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Miss Lundel1's management and the enthu- siastic cooperation of the girls! The King's attention had wandered hopefully to his lady, for these tales of another world had him a bit confused, and so, when Alice continued, she addressed her remarks to Two, Five, and Seven. These three were peering over the edge of the fiowerpot where they had sought shelter from the Queen's wrath. We took walks through the Fenway where the red roses really grow red. The three eavesdroppers hurriedly ducked below the pot rim again as a missile flew by their ears. We had only about three more weeks of school, and the weather was heavenly, said Alice obligingly turning again to the King. At last Mrs. Fennessey recorded the last 'F' and said good-bye to her kindergarten children. Vacation was on! Alice's face took on a sweet ecstatic look unmarred by memories of conditions and admonition. It was a look recalling days spent in trapping goldfish in one of the Arnold Arboretum ponds, in playing tincan relievo at the foot of the street, in climbing the quarry shaft with the exhila- rating sense of nothingness below. But, remembered Alice, we enjoyed the first day of school again in September, dressed smartly in our polished mocs and new plaid suits. Weren't we fifth class- men? The glow lasted for two weeks. School had by then settled down to the normal routine characterized by a full green bag and a haggard expression. We were only too eager to find the neck pres- sure points of anyone who should even think an unflattering thought about our chosen school, but, oh, what we said among ourselves! Homelessons drove us to dis- traction, and only club activities kept us in tune with the motto 'Sana mens sano in corpore.' By the way, contrary to a general belief among the girls, the floors of the Tech Roller Skating Rink are not built with inner springs and cushioned with rubber. Take my word for it! But despite the grueling life we led, we felt experienced as we climbed the stairs to our homerooms and looked with superior disdain at the childish sixth classmen. The performance of 'Imaginary In- valid' in Collins Hall revealed our forebod- ings even then of future association with that 'intriguing' C?l language, French. The groans that accompanied the Invalid's dis- paraging remarks about Latin! We cer- tainly agreed! lib fi'- i-' ll-! K U pl, , Q ' 'FY Q , f' fl' v l Q A . 6-fzf dr 'I Q y Q' f !L -2 5 5 fa I PJ?- Spring and open windows brought a new delight - the strains of Helen For- rest's 'The Man I Love' with that James man on the trumpet, or, a long, low whistle with a background of radio school howls. And those boys had the strongest toes! We'd see them at any hour of the day hanging out the windows by their feet alone. Boys? interrupted the King, who had returned after a withering scolding, I thought G. L. S. was a girls' school. Oh that, sighed Alice - A high, bolted fence kept any wondering souls from wandering too far. Not until we were graduated to 4A did we fully appreciate the rewards of suffering two extra years for our diploma. That blessed first music period! We stared at the new unsure 4B's, giggled inelegantly, and then prepared them for the worst. School was wickedg we had seven hours of homework a night: the teachers had long willow switches they ap- plied at appropriate moments! Gloatingly we revealed the Nero-ish qualities of our facultyg the 4B's were weak and trembling! But, mirabile visu, they staggered through the first two months with not a lash mark to be found on their fair bodiesg and, by the first of January, we were dashing side by side, elbow C4A'J against rib C4BD to the Taffy Apple and 'Snowball' man, slam- ming Johnson's doors in each other's re- spective noses, and performing other well- known acts of endearment. Who can forget Nancy Vahey treating some poor soul whose glazed eyes and famished look betrayed a l31l