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

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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

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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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One look was enough, and, dodging a nucleus here and there, we ducked out the door. From the next building, which looked rather like a teacup turning upside down, we heard strains of music. Glancing in, we found a concert in progress. Nancy Narnansky and Charlotte Rothberg were at the pianos, Irene Snchecki at the violin, and Barbara Caliri at the accordion. The Barbaras, Smythe and Enrnan were the vocalists. The Mock Turtle was conducting the performance, standing on a high pedes- tal and waving his front fiappers. Catch- ing sight of Patricia Ferroli collecting tickets, and remembering that We were penniless, we moved on down the street. New discoveries awaited us. On a nearby billboard flashed the dazzling smile of Marie Martin in an advertisement for Toothydent toothpowder. A newsboy passed by calling, Extral Extra! Big croquet match in honor of the queen! Read all about it! Get your Wonderland Gazette right here! Extra! By this time Betty Lou had discovered a couple of pennies in her pocket, and so we bought a copy of the paper. Across the top was stated that it was Written, Compiled, Edited, Published, and Read by Lucy Mannelianf' We were just about to read the leading article on the croquet contest when Bill the Crocodile scurried past, calling to us to hurry to the square, where there was a baseball game in progress. We rushed after him, arriving just in time to see Eileen Tessier bat a ball into the bleachers and hit Barbara Sullivan., the well-known inventor of Sullivan's slip- less shoes for slippery streets. Jean 0'Brien, who, incidentally, had designed the park, dragged her off Cby means of the never-to-be-forgotten man-carryl to the hospital financed and run by Dorothy Fitz- gerald. Looking around we saw an attractive dress shop across the street. Joining the crowd we entered. Inside, we found a fashion show in progress. One of the girls, who was modeling a dress to be worn while playing croquet with the queen, resembled Carita Coleman very closely. We were dis- cussing the similarity when the fashion commentator trotted in. Immediately the chattering of the buyers ceased, and all listened intently for her observations. speak, we recognized voice, and we knew When she began to Madeline Arnrheinis immediately how she came to be considered an expert on fashion. She spoke so quickly and with such conviction that everyone thought that she surely must know what she was talking about, although they them- selves didn't quite understand. From her lightning-like stream of chatter we gath- ered that the Duchess Yvonne Apsit was the creator of the fashions which we were being shown. Soon tea was served. That is, the teacups were passed around, and we all stood in line at the Water fountain to fill our cups with oyster stew. As we were waiting our turn, We noticed Helen West standing at one side, scribbling busily in a notebook. She told us that she was fashion editor of the Mirror, Sarah Siegel being the owner and chief editor. It was published in Latin, every other month, Fraedelle Wallack being the editor in charge of grammar. Janet Rollins, as edi- tor of the domestic section, was quite clever at giving hints on How to Knit Argyle Socks with Orange Toes while preparing a Dinner of Shrimp Wiggle and Chocolate Mousse. We finally filled our cups with oyster stew, and as we were looking around for a place to sit, we caught sight of Patricia Devlin and Sally Doherty at the other end of the salon. As we hurried up to them, we noticed that they were sitting on their hats, instead of on chairs. To be sure, as 39.19-. E451