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

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Superlatives MoST LIKELY TO SUCCEED SMOOTHEST MoST CHARMING NICEST SMILE NICEST EYES BEST SENSE or HUMOR MOST POISED MoST ENTHUSIASTIC BEST ARTIST BEST WRITER BEST ACTRESS BEST SINGER BEST SCIENTIST WOULD MAKE BEST TEACHER WOULD MAKE BEST WIFE E411 Mary King Barbara Shafran Mary Clifford Barbara Caliri Leila Kirshen Diane Finn Estelle Berman Marie Pritchard Daphne Riska Dorothy Smith Margaret Murphy Barbara Smyth Abigail Caplan Virginia Cummings Greta Jones

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Glass fpoem YOU-l-l'l'S SYMPHONY The harsh cacophony of War is o'er! Its brassy din for six dark years assailed Our ears, but marching feet and booming guns No longer chant their litany of death. The soft, almost forgotten strains of Peace Now fill the air with long-awaited notes Of Joy and Hope to cheer the saddened hearts And lift the spirits of a war-torn world. All night we stood afraid and shaken by The thunder of the cannonade, when lo! Upon the crest of every eastern hill Appeared the first faint glow that promise gave Of brightness for the morn. It freed our souls. The beauty of the dawn at last had brought The day for whose accomplishment men spent Long precious years in blood and agony. Ring out, ye trumpets! Roll, ye drums! Join now In harmony to play the strains that surge From out the hearts of men who've learned again To smile, and children who have lost their fear. The youth of Poland, France and Russia, Greece And England, boys from Utah and Chunking - These our defenders were. These made the song! Sing now their song, oh happy lands, whose fields Once blest by their first steps now wear their peace With tribute meet remember these thy sons. Mourn not the brave who died in seeking peace, For they have reached their goal and by their quest Have gained for you, so long as you shall need, What is their own for an eternity. Now we, the Youth, must build in this new day, So that our sons may never undergo The pain and heartaches of a world at warg Must carry out the dreams of youths who saw Beyond the fiaming holocausts of war To a tomorrow free from fear and pain. As tributes to the heroes brave who fought And sacrificed life for democracy Men go about to build great monuments. But, if these dead could speak, they would not ask For lofty shafts of chiseled stone that break In silent ruins with the passing years. Their monuments should be enduring Peace, Which must be built of precious elements - Of Love and Kindness toward our fellowmen, Of Faith in them that grows more firm with time. A world like this, a world of Peace and Hope, Is Youth's great challenge and its duty, too. Sing out, then, in your million tongues, Oh, Youth, And let your song resound around the world! Margaret Murphy l40l

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lass, Clczlill We, the sole sad survivors of the class of '46, having passed our allotted time and, in many cases, having been graciously granted more by the beneficent powers here in this world of G. L. S., and realizing reluctantly that the time has come for us to pass on, hereby do ordain and establish this, our last will and tes- tament. After the payment of a debt of one cent to Mrs. Fennessey for the ink used herein, we bequeath and devise all our remaining possessions as follows: To Miss Glennon and to Miss Schubarth, in memory of all the 3A classes that have ever suffered in Room 25, we leave a thermostat. To Miss Roper, in appreciation of her untiring efforts, and desiring to lighten her tasks, we bequeath an electric eye device, with a long metal arm to reach out, grasp, and set firmly in the opposite direction anyone Cexcept, of course, members of the facultyj going down the up stairway. To Miss Armstrong, we leave our compassion, and a class that will win the gym meet at least once during its four year course. To. Mr. Tierney, we devise a wad of cotton batting, in the firm belief that he knows the best way to use it. I To Miss Moreland, in recognition of her distress, we leave a book of geometry tests guaranteed to pass all seniors, or its purchase price refunded. And in the all too probable event that such a refund be necessary, we can request only that with the monye thereby gained Miss Moreland buy herself a big bouquet for trying so hard anyway. To Miss Harding, for her tireless work on the lunch counter committee, we leave one lettuce sandwich. To Miss O'Connor, we leave the post of Presidential adviser to which- ever of her inspired American history students first attains the highest office in the land. To Miss Greene and her assistant, Mrs Kelley, we bequeath a branch of the American Express Co., to take over the full time occupation of gathering and returning to the library all the books which should have been in before nine o'clock. To Miss McNamara, for her years of close confinement in Room 2, we leave a vacation trip to the wide open spaces. To Mr. Tobey, we leave a six foot square reproduction of page 92, in color, to hang in the front of the laboratory, thereby saving all the future chem- istry classes much time, trouble, and supposed stupidity. To Miss Watson, we leave an underpass from Room 11 to the office, so she won't be trampled every day at the beginning of lunchtime by hordes of hungry students. To Mr. Williams, we leave a tintype. To Miss Keating, we bequeath a pair of roller skates, that she may keep up with the athletic prowess of the sixth class. ' To Mr. Meserve, for the supply room, we leave boxes of Kleenex, to be doled out every time report cards are issued. l42l