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

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65,661 Qarty Well, said Alice turning to her hosts after the tea had been poured, this has been a lovely tea party, but nothing, abso- lutely nothing, compared to the one I went to last week. Humph, said the Hatter and March Hare in one breath. Ditto, squealed the Dormouse. Alice paid no attention to them. Why, that Christmas tea that the Girls' Latil School seniors had for their teachers was just so much fun - and oh, so grown-up! Alice hopped up and down, bobbing her fair hair with glowing satisfaction. The Hatter's curiosity was beginning to be aroused, but not wishing to show it, he pulled out his day-telling watch, which had stopped the Monday before, and asked Alice what day it was. Let's see, it was on December 14, a Friday afternoon, at 2.3O. That wasn't what I - But Alice continued. And you should have seen the pretty invitations and cor- sages the teachers had. They were made by Irene Roman, Grace Kiley, Daphne Riska, and Leila Kirshen. The male teachers had the tinkliest little silver bell corsages ever seen this side of tomorrow. At this, the March Ha-re, who loved anything that made noise, took notice, and gruflly ventured, S' that all? - no decora- tions? Oh, but wait till I finish, Alice ex- claimed. The Statue of Minerva, you know, the one on the platform, was con- verted into jolly Old Saint Nick himself, with flowing robe and beard, and merry eyes - all artistically planned by Daphne Riska and Leila Kirshenf' At the mem- ory of the gay decorations, Alice's eyes twinkled, too. The Mad Hatter couldn't control his interested self any longer, trying to be very casual, he said, A tea party without stories is as mitfizzing as those which Dormouse tells. Mitfizzing - thaL's a new word I picked up - found it in the bottom of a well -- must use it. Well, speak up. What about the stories? And with this, he turned away from Alice and poured hot tea on Dormouse's nose to wake him up. -,.. A E341

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present day. The dancers and soloists in colorful costumes supplemented the Glee Club numbers. We have a Glee Club, too, said the King, and if they don't make us merry, the Queen has them executed. In May we had our Gym Meet again, she continued. It was a humiliating exper- ience for us. We were awarded third place. Even fourth place would have been better than third. We could have blamed it on a jinx then. We recovered from the blow, however, and June quickly drew to a close. The golden summer was before us at last. As the recital of her junior year ended Alice entered the game again attempting to roll her hedgehog through an arch. However, her flamingo had that irritating habit of twisting around at the very last minute to look into her face, and contin- ually spoiled her aim. Tell me, said the King when Alice returned, did you ever really get to be a senior? Oh, yes! sighed Alice happily. In September I again sat in the familiar hall, but this time my classmates and I marched out triumphantly to the applause of the lower classes. We were keyed up to such a high pitch of excitement that the an- nouncement that school would be dismissed after registration came as an anti-climax. We seniors threw ourselves into lessons and extra-curricular activities. What's that? and Alice jumped as a tinkling sound reached her ears. Oh, nothing. The Duchess' footman just dropped his eyeglasses, said the King. It reminds me of chemistry class, said Alice wistfully. Why should it remind you of chemis- try? queried the King who had absolutely no idea of what chemistry was. Why, the breaking glass, of course. We couldn't go through a Lab period with-- out breaking a few test-tubes or bottles. Oh! said the King intelligently. At the Halloween party the Dramatic Club presented a play called 'The Weird Sistersf It was very goodg we never sus- pected we had such actresses in our midst. Gradually howls of dismay began to echo and re-echo through the halls of G. L. S. as we, the seniors, received our proofs, said Alice. Maybe we were laboring under delusions in regard to our beauty. Have you ever had your picture taken, King? Yes, sighed the King. I had to sit E33 l so stifiiy with that heavy crown on my headg it was terrible. In December, continued Alice, wc had our Senior Tea. We seniors all came beautifully dressed, looking like human beings for once. I didn't have to wear my hair like this, either, said Alice, tossing back her long straight hair scornfully. Well, it does resemble pulled taffy, said the King, eyeing Alice's golden tresses. It was a wonderful Tea, and in spite of our first nervousness, we soon relaxed and enjoyed it. Oh, I almost forgot, cried Alice, I must tell you about the Classical Club Christmas Party. Most of us went dressed as Romans, and the refreshments resembled Roman delicacies. The whole club was entertained by myths done in pan- tomime by several of our classmates. What fun! Excuse me, my dear, the King said. I see it is my turn to play again. Just before the February vacation, Alice resumed her story when the King returned, the senior class play, 'The Pow- der Puif Gir1,' was presented. It was a smash hit. We thought it quite profes- sional. Anything more? the King asked as Alice's silence continued. No, she said sorrowfully. During the vacation I fell down the Rabbit's hole and here I am. If I don't get out I'm afraid I'll never be able to finish the story. Just then the Queen came flying by in a rage as usual, and dragged the King Off with her. As he went, the King turned back and winked solemnly at Alice. Happy Landing! called back the King, so pleased with his joke that he did not even feel the ear tweaking that his Queen was giving him. And Alice, bemused, stood where he had left her, seeing herself walking se- renely across the platform among her class- mates, and, while striving for a graceful exit, likely as not falling down the stairs. PATRICIA FERROLI MARIE PRITCHARD

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Mine was delightful, yes, delightful, murmured Dormouse in his sleep. But not quite as delightful, Alice answered, as the entertainment presented by Mistress of Ceremonies, Catherine Vakarg chairman, Joy Dorfman, and co- chairman Muriel Goldberg. Why, Hatter, there was even a pantomime, 'The Miracle of St. Nicholas,' with the singing all in French. The Hatter's eyes popped at this. The applause for directress, Katherine Welch, leadingj lady, Mary Clifford, and the players sounded like a hundred much- nesses falling on the moon - oh, dear, did I say that - mother will never recognize me when I get home. Well, to get back to the tea - there was music, too. Such artists as Barbara Lomax, Abigail Caplan, and Helen Lelecas, three piano virtuososg Charlotte Rothberg and Esta Greenberg, delightful duetersg Barbara Smythe, Estelle Berman, Barbara Enman and Joy Dorfman, quartet, were on the program. And, Dor- mouse CDormouse yawned in acknowledg- mentl, there was story telling, too. The stories of Saint Nick were told in a won- derfully Christmasy way by Lois Carlisle, Elizabeth Hoag, and Barbara Mahoney. S., rfb! O04 GOV qs By this time Dormouse was almost awake, and between pinches from the March Hare and the Mad Hatter was able to re- mark, But you can't feast on entertain- ment alone, can you, my friends? Hatter and March Hare were just about to nod their heads in agreement when Alice exclaimed, Why then, Sybil Green is just the person you would have appre- ciated. With the help of busy committee girls, Barbara Shafran, Irene Weiner, Joanne Prives, Barbara Reisner, Cynthia Marks, Esta Greenberg and Sandra Rowe, she made dainties Iit for the Red Queen. There were multi-colored and multi-flavored hors-d'oeuvres, the fanciest of cakes and cookies, and steaming hot wassail, the pun- gentest and spiciest drink I ever tasted. And pleasantest of all, there was a warm and gay feeling and everyone looked, oh, so pretty. Thanks for your hospitality but I guess I'll go back to Latin School. Alice sweetly curtsied and twirled away. The Dormouse fell asleep and slipped under the table and the Hatter shouted for them to move on to the next place in hopes that he'd find some hors-d'oeuvres there. PR fi f x! Q D 1 kd ,iff N I Q 7' f , , -'L 9: i, . ' Q1 ,,'f 9 Kgs. e u f,, E351