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

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To Miss Dawson, we bequeath a telescope, so that she may check on study period attendance in Room 34 without two-mile excursions. To Miss Dwyer, we bequeath a senior Latin class, so that she may, at long last, sample the fruit of her efforts. For Miss Doyle, we hereby make Girls' Latin School co-educational, so that she may have no trouble casting the masculine roles in dramatic presen- tations. To Miss Morley, with humble apologies for our shortcomings, we leave a photogenic senior class. To Miss Cotter and Miss Kelly, in behalf of all true music lovers, we leave a full piece orchestra to drown out the twowpianos they already have. To Miss Murphy and to Miss Keeler, we bequeath a lifetime subscrip- tion to a special Superman Comics Magazine, all dialogue to be in Latin, in the hope that sixth class interest in the language may thereby be stimulated. To Miss Flaherty, we leave an extra school day, to consist entirely of seventh periods, during which her senior class, in accordance with her frequently expressed desire, may take an intensive course in remedial mathematics. That Room 30 may really attract attention as a classical center, we leave to Miss Stark a large picture of that modern Orpheus, Frank Sinatra. To Miss Walsh and Miss Mannix, and all the other annex teachers, we leave charge of a husky St. Bernard dog to be sent out in search of the seniors who get lost on the heights of the Annex, and who have hitherto had to wander about for days before finding their way back to civilization. To the Misses Condon and Lundell, we leave a recording of the song, Friendship, to be played in their honor every afternoon at 2.45 on the jukebox at Johnson's. To Miss Lithgow, we bequeath a packet of the newly discovered vitamin AA Cfor algebra absorption? capsules, to be fed to the fourth class when all else fails. To Miss Earle, we leave a filing cabinet with twenty-six drawers all labelled M for Miscellaneous. To Miss Heartz, we leave a Monsieur Roget to attend all her classes and compile a Thesaurus of her witticisms. To the sixth class, we leave faithg to the fourth class, we leave hope, but for the next senior class We can beg only charity. To James, we bequeath the Distinguished Service Cross for his con- tinued efforts to clear the building of all students by 2.45. To all those who use the lunchroom, we leave a box of vitamin B capsules. To Mr. Hapgood and the whole faculty, we leave inexpressible thanks for all the little things. To our pile of memories, we leave this memorable day. And due to Miss Tahmizian, we leave like young ladies. DIANE FINN, Chief Executor Witnesses to the Class of 546: Boston Public Latin School, Classes of '45, '44, and '43. f43l

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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

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lass Spropbecy Lizard rolled over and yawned, a lan- guid, sleepy yawn. What's the use? he thought. It may be this year, next year, sometime or never. For ten years I've been sitting at the bottom of this rabbit hole, waiting to welcome the other three Latin School Girls to Wonderland. Any other gatekeeper would have crawled home to supper long ago. With this thought, Lizard pushed his head under a piece of moss and went to sleep. -lb 'lt -JG Ah-h-h-oo-oo-ee-ee! BUMP, and we landed in a confused heap at the bottom of the rabbit hole. Lizard open one eye, and said, I don't suppose you girls know of a more graceful way of sliding into a rabbit hole? I don't suppose we do, retorted Daphne, and besides, no one asked your opinion on the matter. Just like all the rest of them, mum- bled Lizard, rude, impertinent, awk- ward- What's that you're muttering? asked Betty Lou, as she shook the pebbles out of her shoes. I was just saying a welcome to you, said Lizard, and thinking to myself that it's about time you arrived. Goodness knows, you have taken long enough about it. That's what I've been telling them, piped up Harriet. We're not long enough. Ever since we ate those sugar-plums on the way down, we've been getting progres- sively shorter. And, she finished with a wail, as if I were not short enough already. Oh, jimminy! Sure as the world, we were growing smaller. As we shrank, Lizard seemed to become larger and larger. I never realized that my feet were quite so big, but looking at them from this angle, oh, dear, . . . groaned Betty Lou. At this point Lizard began rolling over and over, doubled up with laughter. Don't be so surprised. It happens to everyone, you know, and he added, How did you expect to get into Wonderland if you stayed as tall as you were? We confessed that we hadn't thought of that. Of course not, replied Lizard, who ever heard of a Girls' Latin School student thinking? Tommyrot! Anyway, now that you're here, I'll let you in and get ready for dinner. This evidently meant that Lizard had fulfilled his obligations, and we were to enter Wonderland on our own. The last time we saw him, he was crawling into a puddle with his scrub brush, singing a simplified version of 'Super Suds'! Then, without further delay, we pushed Daphne through the doorway and wriggled through after her into Wonderland. Before us and around us lay what seemed to be a tiny village, although, in our shrunken state, we considered it quite a normal size. Directly in front of us was the main street, which was lined with very startling buildings. As we ambled along, we were accosted by two sentries who jumped at us from opposite sides of the street. We began excitedly to explain that we had come away without any money and could not pay the toll they asked, when we recognized them as Sybil Green and Esta Greenberg. Greatly relieved, we inquired what they were doing here. Oh, nothing much, Esta replied. We collect the toll, but since very few people go by, we don't take in a great deal of money. The toll is the only source of income the town has, Sybil explained. But then, our salaries are the only expenditures, so things even off quite nicely. They told us that we would most likely meet some of our old G. L. S. pals here, since the place was literally overrun with them. Eagerly we wandered on. On a large glass building nearby, there was a sign which read: The Cummings and Cum- mings Amalgamated Atom Smashing Co. Inside, Virginia and Mary Cummings were smashing atoms before an actually stunned audience. Nancy Beaton and Joan Hynes stood by recovering any Neptunium or Plu- tonium which happened their way. Eliza- beth Hamer and Elaine Helman were busy recovering the stray electrons and popping them into their little asbestos-covered bas- kets. On the other side of the room, Barbara Connell sat on top of a step ladder as she read aloud from Marmaduke Mathias Maximilian's book, Magic Mysterial. lI44l