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

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Margaret Murphy in her senior year at Latin School. As soon as Joy retreated from the stage, Barbara Wilson leapt into the air, and blew a mighty blast on her conch shellg the curtains parted againg and Dido CMargaret Murphyi sat alone, forgotten, the daisy without its buttercups. She stood there, looking at the Dormouse, and her large eyes filled with tears, but still she said noth- ing. Slowly, however, a deep, hollow hiccup escaped her parted lips, and she sobbed, Aeneas once loved me . . . These words were followed by a long silence. Then the chorus, composed of Connie Hartwell and Barbara Mahoney, continued with a con- stant, heavy moaning until the whole audi- ence had diluted their tea with tears. And thus ended a very successful teaparty. After reviving Daphne with a bottle of ammonia, we continued on our way. We had not gone far when we came across Judith Gordon and the Duchess, who were sitting in a juniper bush, and listening to Muriel Goldberg and Helen Lelecas as they played their first Piano Concerto in H. A few feet away we saw some paint cov- ered with Harriet Nelson Cor was it Harriet Nelson covered with paint?D. Anyway it seems that Harriet had just returned from the Queen's garden where she had been painting the white roses red - a job left unfinished by the gardeners on their execution day. Suddenly the Duchess jumped up and said, I dare say you are coming to the croquet game at the palace? We weren't quite sure whether we dared to or not, replied Betty Lou, who was always rather doubtful about such matters. At that moment Jean Russo appeared with a tremendous cage of flamingoes and hedgehogs. Come on, everybody. Get your mallets and balls for the croquet game. Scarcely had we obtained a flamingo and a hedgehog when the Queen came stomping up, and shouted, Can you play croquet? I 49 Yes, we shouted back. Come on then, roared the Queen. Everyone else in your class is here. And so we joined the procession, wondering what would happen next. Out on the field Lois Carlyle, Marjorie McGee, Grace Fielding, and Arlene Gins- berg were taking the lead. Hedgehogs were rolling about everywhereg a few of the flamingos ran screeching off the field, and in a very short time people were run- ning about in all directions, tumbling up against each other. Suddenly Mary King appeared, mounted upon the Cheshire Cat, and carrying a big crate of medicine to bring everyone back to her senses. Things were finally straightened out. The Queen, feeling that she ought to say something sentimental at this inspiring moment, rose on her tiptoes, and thun- dered, I propose a song to the Class of '46, Let us all join hands. Now everybody SING. 'Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All minsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabef' While we stood there, singing, our hearts were filled with the happiness of reunion and the memories of Girls' Latin. Somehow we rather dreaded the thought of leaving this fantastic Wonderland. Slowly, however, familiar faces began to fade into the greyness of the evening, and with a sigh we turned to face the common- ness of reality. ELIZABETH L. Hom, lab DAPHNE RISKA, Icd HARRIET C. HASELTINE, lef J

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