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

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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

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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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we looked around, everyone else was doing the same. The chairs on which we had been seated during the performance had disap- peared. Since we had left our hats at home, we sat on the floor. Pat told us that she was secretary to the Mock Turtle, and spent her time recording his autobiography. Sally was the receptionist for the Mad Hatter. Since the Hatter had had a quarrel with time a few weeks before, and it was now always six o'clock, she spent most of her time sending out invitations for tea. As we rose to go, Sally handed us an invitation to tea with the Mad Hatter, which we promised to accept. We were stepping out of the store when we bumped into Davida Hotz, who was studying her watch and muttering to her- self as she rushed past us. We hurried after her to see what she was saying. As we got closer we heard her say, Oh, my stars and planets! It's a month later than I thought! The queen will be furious if I'm late. Deciding that we'd better not bother her, we turned down a little side street. J ust as we rounded the corner, we ran into Joanne Prlves, who was walking' slowly along Cunusual for Joanneb, staring at nothing at all, and talking excitedly. We soon learned that she was composing extra verses to Lewis Carrol1's Jabberwocky, to be used by those who forget their theo- rems in geometry classes. She was on her way to a famous publisher of the series, Helps and Hindrances to Learning. We were interested to hear that this benefac- tor of scholars was our G. L. S. classmate, Barbara Reisner. As she meandered away, Joanne motion- ed to the display window of a nearby book- store. Here were many books published by Barbara. Virginia Varteresian's best seller, How to Recite Virgil in Latin Class by Means of Mental Telepathy, Maria Sur- ette's geometric novel, How to Form the Plural of Radius and Locus, Joan O'Neil's unabridged version of the modern diction- ary, with oversized words and definitions, l 46 and featuring the correct spelling of D. D. T., and Grace Kiley's Jokes Thought up during Chemistry Periods were all on display. We turned from the window just in time to see Patricia McCulloch climbing up a large tree. She called down to us not to make a sound, or we might frighten the Cheshire Cat, which she was chasing. Be- fore we could answer, a fire truck came around the corner, with Lois Paradise at the wheel. Hilda Hansen jumped down from the back, and having quickly erected a ladder, held it while Patricia and the cat climbed down. Thereupon they all climbed onto the truck again, and with a clang of the bell they were off. Just as we were wondering what weird thing would happen next, Rose Kurhan and Sandra Rowe jumped out from behind a mushroom. Now, girls, they cried, you know they were due last Christmas, and without your contribution Ann G'avin's Nature Lovers' Society will go to pot. Remember, you've got the whole weekend to think about itg so don't forget to bring your bugs on Monday. On linishing this unexpected oration, Rose and Sandra both dashed down the street after an unusually large purple caterpillar. We then turned into a nearby artist's stu- dio because Daphne wondered what kind of art they had in this confusing Wonderland. Inside, we found Cynthm Marks busy at an easel. As we glanced at the sketches hanging on the walls we realized that Cynthia's specialty was architectural de- signing as well as interior decorating. She told us that she had just finished a set of plexi-glass houses with atomic fabrics used in the interiors. These she had made public through Drusilla Wells' We Hound You until You Advertise agency. As we were talking, Abigail Caplan ran in to ask Cynthia to repaint her book cov- ers. Abigail, it seems, was hard at work thinking up questions to trap Professor Einstein and other experts. Whenever she ran out of ideas, she had Cynthia repaint l