Gray Court School - Point Log Yearbook (Stamford, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1937 volume:

I 4 E 5 I ' W i lu f- --4 ,-. - wwlkwff' ' 2-I ia ,im I if ,v .-., A ff ,,' ' ' 1 f. 41' Q- WV 4 -X. , fa 'L .J'gf'i'1.'- Q22 ,-nf . C' 'J 1 Q CL K' 40 Q C Q 42 x K X K' ix z ' ' c 'Nk V Z V,,, K XM ff EXLIB RIS zine Point Log PUBLISHED BY THE SENIORS UF Gray Court STAMFORD. CONN. 1937 I xx , L J 1 .f f ' if!! P JM- - A-ff ..i4... Bviliratinn WN loving appreciation of her conf stant friendship through many years, and her loyal support in all our undertakings, we, the class of '37, dedicate this fourteenth volume of the POINT LOG to Mizz Ehrlgn IH. Elnrkhnrgrr our Class Councillor 4 f N X ',, 3.5 Miss I'1x'1cl,YN P. I3LOCIil3l'liGICli 1 I1f'HH'Il Aflrzlwr 5 x,,-., gan , A1 ,yjv I ll: 1 li, ,Ml L 'W .jA. 'I 6 JM.. lfeffi' YL. Gray Court Graceful in the beauty of thy pillars tall, Rising, fair and steadfast, near the old sea wall, Ardently inspiring those who come thy way, Youthful hearts are singing praise of thee today. Calmly thou are standing, through tl1e years that pass, OH ring joy and beauty to eaeh eager lassg Undisturbed by tempests, ehangeless in thy love, Radiant and kindly, like tl1e skies above, Thou, dear Alma Mater, thou a1't ours to love. A Sonnet Gray f'ourt, thy head is lifted high, In calm serenity, with mueh graee, Calm and serene, beneath the friendly sky VVhieh watches thee and bends to toueh thy face. Mayhap the winds may beat thee, tieree and wild, Long may the sun from thee be hid away, And then, when storms are gone, the heavens mild, Almost may thou be touched by wind-driven spray. Yet thou dost never bend to those less strong, Thou knowest the sun and moon and stars for friend, And thou who hast stood proudly here so long Shalt stand serene and calm unto the end. Thou holdest tl1y head with glad assurance high, And 0'er thee bends the guarding, tender sky. 7 Editor-in-Chief ., Assistant Editor . Business Manager Assistant Business Alninnae Recorder Joke Editor .t... St! - , , , . L--in f' SN Y sh.. ,..' ,f fy, Point Log Staff Manager . . . Assistant Joke Editor , , Calendar ......... Faculty Advisor . Dedication , . . Editorial A A . Faculty . , . Seniors ,....,. Upper School .. Lower School .r.. Table of Contents Gray Court Limericks , Advertisements , A An Appreciation , . , . JEAN PARRY , JEAN SPALLETTA , ELINOR BARRETT . . lXRLINE HART . DCJILOTIIY HOUSE AIARY ROSE SCOTT . . , BE'l'SY FISHEL GLORIA STEENDAL . . . A MISS PORTER, H4 U9 U13 15 '35 61 76 ..,.103 To Miss Gray, Miss Blockburger, and Miss Mott, the Point Log Stat? wishes to extend its most grateful appreciation for the very generous aid and encouragement rendered by them during the publica-A tion of this Volume XIV of the Point Log. 8 f N X , ,,. 'J QB i 7 5.5 L -I 'fi H i ' ft, -ia.. , f. ff .Ju Scnooi, BUILDING Ed1t01'1Ell ITTING under the very hickory tree that stands near tl1e beautiful old Davenport house which is now the main building of Gray t'ourt School, the poet XVhittier wrote a poem about the courageous act ot' Abraham Davenport. i Uavcnport was sitting in the Clonnecticut legislature at llartford when the sun was suddenly eclipsed. 'llhe members fell into a panic. 'tlt is the liord's great day! Let us adjourn. They looked toward Davenport. He 1'ose and said, Wllhis well may be The Day of Judgment that the world awaits, But be it so or not, li only know My present duty and my Lord's command 'llo occupy till he come. Bring in the candles. His calmness steadied the members and work was resumed. The graduates of the class of nineteen hundred and thirty-seven, as they undertake their chosen tasks, would be wise to carry on the spirit of courage celebrated in this poem which is closely connected with this beautiful place. lVhcn danger threatens or when hum-drum tasks cause others to shirk their responsibilities we should remember the words of lVhittier: t'That simple duty hath no place for fear. 9 I sw- ,, an iff? ah. , Gnu' llolfsn Retrospect O school, wl1at sl1all we take of thee for ours To keep long after we have left tl1y halls? O shall it be the perfume of thy Howers, Ur thoughts of moon-traced shadows on thy walls? 0 shall it he the murmur of the seas That sing so near their ehangefnl melody, Ur evening whispers of a passing' breeze That steals with silent step across the lea ? All these-ah, we would eherish them as ours, And hold them deep at heart through years to come Hemembranee, too, brings back fleet, golden hours Spent there with comrades true. Ah, 'tis the sum Of these great joys and many more, thou port Of happiness, that makes thee loved, Gray Court. 10 1- 'xx gn pd x. L. . Vw' 7 , Y - ' ' '45 ' we a . gg , , , lv 1- 2 1 .1 D. Ml ,F 'hh' N-ff . ui !7',., , 51 ,1 x N V1 e fffi ' 'Y it , K ,V Axv11m:.u,rf. SUNSET 11 7,1 xx fl , ly X f I MISS Jlcssm CALLALI Gun' 12 fx X N , I , -dh.. U 1 'W' , X ,,,W My 'f,, -AL I. I., f f X' I AAI f sf 'X f' V xl - IH gf 9 f Y ' 52 ,ff xlxx II, F X CK , I , A 'X ' H , , flf ff y 85 17,54 lx. . ' .Ep-' lag! i f 'Agia' , , 3' . XXX. I XN1 W aan, Q ,Xl f Q ' 5 ' 3' fy' le as 'QR ,Q ,sf Efifgsif? NX.: 'X F WJ ww f H Q w xx 0 w f gf x xx Q NX QU! -Q 'Z fgff ,' 5550K-1 Y- ' ,, - . fg' H1-F ' is 0 I MN . My-fw ' .X A, I 'NZM ! 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Chinn affor cirory siormf' GLo1:Lx l',x'r1:1CLx S'rIf:if:N1mL Nou' York Uify Uh College Prcparafory fi'uurse . - You S'f1r'1'f'fary of Senior f'Ia.Qs CCIVZCIIKIKII' Iff'f'0I'lZI'l' of Poinf Log In V Pre.QirIm1f of Jlizmic Club Y fluid Team X Ot IYal',Qifk1f'1.9.:?4 Not E11 fered-1930 25 Ac-ross the far waters from Den- mark you came maid with dark tresses and beautiful uame. r bubblirig' laughter makes a cfheerful soundg our Oililllgillg' moods is variety found. your friends can depend ou your loyalty true. a senior at Gray Court will be missed more than you. f xi - . A 1 tt Q ... L The Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1937 E, THE highly respected and beloved Class of 1937, being of un- sound but benevolent turn of mind, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament, and do bestow upon our faculty and friends at Gray Court, with due appreciation, the following: To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To To Miss Gray-A shiny, new, potato wagon. Miss Porter-A private chauffeur to drive her around the country roads. Miss Blockburger--A Senior Class as good as this year's. Mrs. Abell'-An automatic sound repeater for chorus. Mrs. Sommers-A bus. Miss Grace Smith-A subscription to the Heralrl-Tribune. Miss Helen Smith-A quiet gym line. Mrs. Loper-A book in which to keep track of all her G. C. S. chil- dren. Mrs. Arnold-A silent radio for Anchorage. Miss XVilson-A supply of pencils to hand out to her classes. Miss Mott-A special device for getting Book Reports in on time. Mrs. Larrabee-Vacations that coincide with Stamford High School. Mrs. Wooclliiig-A large array of costumes. Miss Mapp-A quiet study hall. Janet Givens-A year's supply of peanut butter sandwiches. Virginia Gray-A bottle of hairgrower. Daisy Kempton-Her own swing band! Ruth Paulus-The privilege of being last in Commencement line. Barbara Gibney-Inspirations for her poetry. Paula Glendale-A private room for her stamps. Evelyn Kraemer-Some more curls. Dorothy Stevens-Some unbreakable glasses. Betty Stone-Some new magazines. Zilita Deshon-A kennel. Joan Dixon-Highest honors in the National Horse Show. Genevieve llrsillo-More people to impersonate. Joanne VVilliams-More ears to pull. Betty Stoverw-A patent on her giggle. Jacqueline Gross-sAnother shoulder on which to hang next year. Madge Newbold-A private hairdresser. Mona Givens-Much larger rulers. 26 I' ry E - , lg AU .JIL- Dorothy Lederer-A large autograph collection. Marcia Korman-A special time to study her History lesson in. Lydia Tyner-The opportunity to become a famous actress. Elizabeth McDermott-A debut at the Metropolitan. Cecile Newbold-A leash to keep track of Madge. Priscilla Smith-A scooter to get her to classes on time. Edith Fry-A substitute for Fred Astaire. Ma1'ian Smith-Privilege of cleaning her room after Senior meetings. Jean Gillespie-An algebra-writing typewriter. Joy Moltasch-The opportunity to have more Movie passes. Sally VVeir-A dog just like Jacky Tar. Jean Stone-More time in which to talk. Katherine Arnold-More time to look for her mother. Rita Rose-A choice menu. Emmy Lou Sommers-The knack of knitting like her Auntie. Sally Brown-Many more cruises for vacation times. Martha Savage-A pass on all railroads. Monteen Robertson-Many trunkfuls of costumes. Catherine Givens-A private lunchroom. Mary Ann Barr-Permission to keep that sunny smile. Helen Littlefield-A large picture of Errol Flynn. Elva Rockower-Her own Music Hall. Alice Henderson-More dogs to keep track of. Grace Peace-A bicycle on which to ride during lunch hour. Maxine Kline-An occupation to keep her out of mischief. Joan Stricker-Many more toys. Aileen Paulus-Ruth's place on the Honor Roll. Carol Ferguson-A singing career. Joanne Rose-A private horse. Mary Wilson-The world's best poster model. Frances Naughton-A trip to Paris. Ann Rosie-More eyes to roll. Darthea Woodling-A dancing career. Clarmela Santarsiero-A place in the chorus line. Muriel NVultTleff-A song-book all l1er own. 27 's Log M.. .', f., ff' L Prophecy TIME-1947 PLACPZ--NQW'31'k Airport NE lone iigure was standing by the Information Desk looking up anxiously at the clock and then at her watch. Everyone else had apparently left to board the plane. She was just about to inquire the time before the plane would take off when she saw two girls running toward her followed by porters carrying suitcases. Well, exclaimed Gloria, where have you been? I was just about to leave without you. Betsy forgot the keys to her suitcases, replied Jean Spalletta trying to separate her belongings from Betsy's and tip the porter. We had to go back to her house and hunt for themf, 'tCome on, hurry up, or we'll never make it! urged Gloria. The three girls ran out the door and boarded the plane. The stewardess had finished strapping in the rest of the passengers and hurried up the aisle to the late comers. She looked at her passenger list and saw the names of the girls. She turned to Gloria and said, Don't you remember me? They looked at her for a moment and then one of them replied, Why of course! It 's Sally Brown! So you became a stewardess. VVhat have you heard about the other girls at Gray Court ? I have kept in touch with all my old classmates, said Sally. Monteen is a member of the Russian ballet and she is now dancing in Berlin. Mary Ann Barr is running her own Tamale restaurant in the suburbs of Mexico City, while Martha is teaching Latin in a college in Alabama. Where are you girls bound for? continued Sally, and what have you been doing since 1937? Jean explained that Mary Rose Scott had kindly invited the Class of '37 to her home in New Orleans, where she now owned a dress shop, to attend the Mardi Gras Celebration. ' Betsy, Jean continued, owns a dude ranch out West, and Gloria is married and lives in Egypt. She has just come over here with some archaeological treasures that she and her husband have found, and are presenting to the Museum. Jean Spalletta, believe it or not, said Betsy, has just had her new book published. The title is 'The Ups and Downs of Mountain Climbingf 28 f '- NN N- e l sh.. i ff A if 14 ' JZ... lVhen we get to VVashington, said Gloria, Evelyn Kraerner is going to meet us and take us to lunch. She is in the Diplomatic Service now. Then the four girls talked of their days together at Gray Oourt and before they realized it the plane was ready to land at VVashington. They said good-bye to Sally and promised to keep in touch with her and send her all the news after their reunion in New Orleans. The girls left the airport and met Evelyn at her hotel. They didn't do much eating for they all had so much news to tell each other and the time was so short. Evelyn had faithfully kept up the task of correspond- ence among her old classmates and she was able to tell the girls all the news as they eagerly asked her all about them. VVell,,' she said, Jackie Oross has taken Helen Littlefield as her partner and they are illustrating fashions for a large dress shop, in Paris, managed by Betty Stover. Betty Stone is editing her own story magazine in Nashville, Tennessee. Joanne Williams has been working for her and she is soon to become assistant editor. Dot Stevens and Genevieve Ursillo are teamed together at the Barbary Ooast Opera House in San Francisco. Genevieve, aside from her own concerts, accompanied Dot. They are very popular and suc- cessful. And while we are speaking of California, I suppose you know that Zilita has been in Hollywood for several years and has been very suc- cessful, but she still longed for the legitimate stage and is now appear- ing in a IIQVV play opening in New York shortly. Joan Dixon's interest in horses has not lessened. She has been prominent as director of the new branch of amateur riding and jump- i11g in the Olympic Games. Pm so proud of my class, continued Evelyn, ttthey have all made such a success of their lives. t'You certainly should be, answered Gloria. Everyone of you has accomplished something. The girls finished their lunch and tl1e11 Evelyn drove them to the airport to catch the plane to New Orleans. In the meantime the t'Day Girls of '37, Dolly, Elinor, Arline, and Jean Parry were driving South in Elinor's trailer, The Spirit of '37. One night as the girls were finishing a long day of tedious driving, they drove i11to the parking yards of a Trailer's Rest. They saw that the yard was very full and the trailer in front of them was having difficulty in parking. Arline, who was driving, got very impatient wait- 29 7x 'H N Q- 2 3 fa Q If has P 'xi if'-ill ing for the trailer to park. She blew the horn, but to no avail, so she finally got out of the car and went to speak to the driver of the first trailer. The other girls were anxiously waiting to get settled for the night so they got out of the trailer to sec what the trouble was. They saw Arline talking wildly and almost screaming for them to Hcome and see. WVho is it?', yelled El. VVait till you see, answered Arline. The three girls ran to the first trailer and who was it but the Givens sisters, Mona, Janet, and Catherine. Well, where are you bound for? asked Dolly, after the trailers had been parked. VVhat luck this is, seeing you three all togetherf' Oh, we're on our way to Hollywoodfl Janet replied. Mona be- came a professional fencer and is to be starred in the new movie, tOn Guard., Katie has signed a contract to appear in the circus picture as a Lion Trainer. That sounds pretty swell. Leave it to you Givenses to be differ- ent,', said Arline, but what about you, Janet? Oh, you girls remember Priscilla Smith, do11 't you T? NVell Pris and I are partners and we are hired by Super-Colossal Studios as Scenario Writers. Maybe you girls can tell us about the Newbolds then, said El. VVe heard that they were out in Hollywood, too. Yes, they are, answered Mona. Cecile and Madge are very successful directors in the Super-Colossal Studios. Well, tell me something, chimed in Jean Parry. ls Lydia Lidia really Lydia Tyner? Yes, of course, replied Janet, Hand you know she is the first American actress to be hailed as the second Simone Simon. Tell us more, asked Dolly. 77 Well, said tlatherine, tt Maxine Kline is a lawyer in Philadelphia and is doing wonderful work. Elva mar1'ied after her graduation and is noted for her lavish entertainment and musicalsfl ttYou might be interested to know, continued Janet, that Daisy Kempton is touring the country with her sensational swing band, and Ruth Paulus is editor of a society column in a Missouri paper. You probably have heard that Ginnie Gray is back at Gray flourt as Physi- cal director. 230 in LL f, f,.',f, it I After Janet finished with all her news Mona piped up and told us that Dolly Lederer and her husband owned an orange grove in Cali- fornia. They then turned on the 1'adio, and a lovely voice came over the air-a Russian melody. Station G-C-S now brings you lovely Eliza- beth McDermott accompanied by Marcia Korman. The script was writ- ten bv Marian Smith. The girls spent a grand evening in their trailers and bade each other good-bye early the next morning. IVhile going through a small town in Alabama, Elinor was driving and was forced to stop for engine trouble. They pulled up to a garage and to pass the time while the car was being repaired, Dolly decided to have a look around the town. IVhen she returned the girls were waiting to go. t'Did you see anything interesting? asked Elinor. Just wait till I tell you all I found out ! replied Dolly. I ran into Rita Rose ordering food in one of the stores and she is a dietitian in a Girls' School nearby. She told me that Edith Fry has become Fred Astaire ts secretary, and Emmy Lou is back at Gray Court taking Mrs. Sommers' place. Sally VVeir owns a dog Kennel in Connecticut and Joy Moltasch has taken over her father's Real Estate office. Katherine Arnold and Jean Gillespie are i11 training at Johns Hopkins in Balti- more. Jean Stone is representing the United States in the boat races in London and while she is there she is going to attend the new play. Many of the younger generation of Gray Court are i11 it. Aileen Paulus and Carol Ferguson are the singing stars while Darthea Woodliiig, Mary VVilson, Muriel Wulflieff and Frances Naughton are the prominent quartet dancers. Grace Peace is now enjoying country life in England while Alice is showing fancy breeds of dogs in the dog shows. VVell, you certainly accomplished a lot in a little time, said Jean, and o11ce more they were on their way. IVhen the trailer arrived in New Orleans, the girls were greeted by their hostess, Mary Rose Scott, and the three others who arrived about an hour previous. The eight '37s greeted each other with much excitement and great enthusiasm. Mary Rose didn 't have a chance-the others were all talking back a11d forth. I bet you didn 't know that .... , Wait till I tell you about .... , IVill you be surprised when you hear who we saw and IVhat do you suppose . . . . 31 ,hw -A ,.-Vf.qf-2,.1f Finally she interrupted this lively barrage and said, If you'll only all be still for a while, I think I can tell you some news. You see, I've been traveling around a bit in connection with my dress shop and I've met some of the girls here and there. Well, hurry up, what is it? asked Gloria. 'WVhile in Italy I met Carmela Santarsiero. She is an acrobat in a large circus and she told me that Joanne Rose, Anne Rosie and Joan Stricker are all in the Olympics. Joanne is a ski jumper and Anne and Joan are diving champions. From Italy I Went to the Alps and there I saw a familiar figure skiing, who turned out to be Paula Glendale. She owns a large hotel and Barbara Gibney was staying there. She became an appendicto- mist. VVell that certainly is news, said Betty, but what are you day girls doing?', Elinor came forth With the information. Arline Hart is a buyer in Paris and Dolly is a dentist in Stam- ford and New Yorkf' What about you and Jean Parry? asked Mary Rose. Well, Jean and I are in the trailer business. IVe are now featur- ing our new de luxe model, ballroom, living room, dining room all com- plete at moderate prices in all the new colors. If any one is interested will you please step right over. And this went on into the night. Tribute White, classic pillars Stately and tall- Blue Waters cry Come one, come all. Birehes and hemlocks Whisper too. Breezes taunt gaily As sunshine steals through. Green grasses welcome Your favorite sport. Everyone's happy Here at Gray Court. LYDIA TYNER. 7 I xx . ' Q3 Q.. 'ff-f7f ..1l'k.. 33 13 3 . 1,1 f flJy,, ,, 34 , xx l Q Alb- is ffy WX E M K Mgfmm 55412-w!?iiXCV Q fa ww l mzrl-fic, HE! 9 5 - UPPER JCHGDL- on W A If Jh.. i.. 36 V N xx 1-N L' '-kg GT ' ' ' 1 -' . I 1 J my ,L .rf , f 1',' '. f . 37 M. pf, f, 'f.ffQ' The Monastery of St. Therese 66 ING'-DONG, ding-dong, ding-dong. The bells of St. Therese sounded quite near me now. I had been climbing tl1e Alps for many hours in search of this monastery. The chimes had a wel- come ring. For nearly a year I had been living in the little village of San Ramia, located at the foot of the Alps. During this time I had made few close friends, but I was always included in the festivities that were held in the village. On such occasions the conversation drifted to the mon- astery of St. Therese, about which there seemd to be a mystery. I lived at a small pension, and the little old lady who owned it, Signora Maranchita, was a good friend of mi11e. I asked her one eve- ning what all the secrecy about the monastery was. We were sitting in front of the fire in her comfortable living room. IVithout any hesitation she told me the following story: I suppose you know that the monastery of St. Therese is located quite far up in the Alps. There are about seventy-five monks there and fifty-odd novices. Most of the novices are from our village, and the others come from near-by towns. About seventeen years ago a sixteen- year-old boy disappeared, and no one knows where he went. But the rumor is that once when the monks visited the village to get supplies, they carried the boy off with them by force. How dreadful, I exclaimed. It's hard to believe that monks would do such a thing. Is there any proof of it? No, there is no proof. And since we know that he was obliged to work very hard for his uncle, it is possible there is some other explana- tion of his disappearance. Signora, I said earnestly, I want to find out if there's any truth in this story about the monks. If they have been wrongly accused all these years, it is time someone proved their innocence. I, for one, don 't believe it can be true. I'm going to climb tl1e mountain myself and ask them all about it. Early the next morning I gathered a small supply of food, clothed myself in a manner suitable to the cold of the Alps, and started on my way before anyone could stop me to ask questions. After more than fourteen hours of climbing, I finally heard tl1e chapel bells. Night had fallen, but the moonlight was bright. One of the monks, walking the length of the cloister, saw me, came forward, and greeted 38 but , , . --QL ,I V I' rw M- 5 f.' 'l me hospitably: Traveler, you must be weary. tlomc in and have re- freshment. In the refectory I saw another traveler, who, like myself, was par- taking of the hospitality of the place. Do you have many visitors, Brother? I asked of the monk. Yes,i' was his smiling answer. That is one of the ways in which wc try to serve the Lord. Many are ambitious to climb this mountain. They have need of a wayside resting place before they go on. I don't wish to go on, I said. May I stay here for a little while T' ' ' You are welcome,', he answered kindly and without curiosity. The next few days are a happy memory. The place was beautiful. In the center of the grounds was a lovely old church. Other buildings- dormitories, the chapter house, the general hall, the library. tl1e kitchen and the storehouses-were all grouped about a main cloister. The grounds were very spacious and in a far corner was a vineyard where the monks pressed grapes to make claret which they later sold in the village. After I had been there a day I brought up the subject of the boy's disappearance. The monks did not seem to mind talking about it. I told them frankly what was being said in the village of San Ramia. They called in a young-looking monk, who sat down and told me the whole story: I am the boy who disappeared from San Ramia, he began. Un- til tl1e age of sixteen I lived with a harsh uncle who never allowed me to leave my work even long enough to go to church. You can imagine how I longed for a little freedom and beauty and kindness. I had always loved the monks, and had often watched them when they came down to the village. One day my uncle had been more unjust to me than ever before. I felt I could bear him no longer. I longed to believe in God, but surrounded as I was by cruelty, I did not succeed. I saw one of the monks passing by the field where I was working. I called to him, poured out my troubles, and begged him to take me away. He hesitated, told me that it was a serious step to take, and that I might regret breaking with the only relative I had. I said I did not care what happened if only I could go. He consulted with another monk, and finally they al- lowed me to climb the mountain with them. For a long time I was only a guest. Then I was sure I wanted to enter the order. I have been truly happy ever since that day, and my former life seems only a dim, half- forgotten, evil dream. 39 I' N t- . f x -Xu. 1 fefff ..dL. Much moved, I thanked the brother and shook hands with him. I bade the other monks goodbye, and went happily down the mountain. I called on all the people I knew in San Ramia and told them the story. Most of them felt very much ashamed of having been so mistaken in their judgment of the monks. Now, whenever the monks visit the village, they are treated with a kindness which seems to be trying to make amends for the ast. p IILOHIA STEENDAL. 66FelloW Passengers HE car was crowded, and several persons were standing up. As the car rounded the curve, one man lurched over to one side, and knocked his neighbor's hat over his eyes. The man thus acci- dentally struck, turned around angrily and asked who l1it him. HI did. What are you going to do about it? answered the other. 'tI'd show you what I'd do about it, if I had you out of this car! 'tYou would, eh? Yes, I would! ' Why don 't you do it here? HI will, if you don 't keep still. You will? I GCYeS.77 Perhaps you own this car. I Perhaps I do. I don't take up more than my Sll2I1'6 of it, though. Well, I intend to have all the room I need. I don't mean to give up my personal rights to any man. Nobody asked you to, but you need not push me out of my place. Who's pushing you out of your place? y You are. At this point the conductor interfered and threatened to put the two men off the car. After a few more hard words, the man who had been the cause of the argument got out. Everyone in the train was glad. In a few minutes another passenger came in, and as it was cold near the door, he wedged his way slowly up to the front. In doing so, he stepped on the foot of the man who had already had his hat jammed over his face. Hliook out! What are you doing there? Can't you step somewhere else? 40 Ag., ,I '!i,'j, V I beg your pardon! Very awkward of me I'm sure. Hope it didn't hurt you much. VVell-no-not very much. They don 't make these cars big enough for men with feet like mine and yoursf, That's so. Ought to put platform cars on for us. Ha Z ha! Glad you take it so good-naturedly. Fine day isn't it? You're right. Good garden weather. That's so. Do you have a large garden? No, just 150' by 200'. Oh, well you're busy then. Well, I have to get out here. Good luck! Same to you. The second man got out a few blocks down. The change of heart certainly awakened many and made them happier that night. DOROTHY Rovsn. 1- April 8, 1937 Dear Joe: Since we bought the farm out here my spare time has been spent eating crackers out of the barrel at the General Store. There 's never a dull moment at the store and I love it! Last night around eight o'clock I strolled into the store for a chocolate bar, and incidentally to see if old Sam Judson, the local grave digger, was around to tell some of his favorite yarns, but as I entered I saw Mr. Robert Brown, the owner, busy at his desk figuring out his profits and losses for the day. His son was sweeping out the sawdust he had spread on the floor to help dispose of the day's dust and dirt carried in by heavy shoes caked with the good earth. Eke Tillson was, as usual, teetering on a chair by the stove, carrying on a prolonged conversation with Hen Simpson between Hchaws of tobaccyf' Eke was saying, Wa-al, I dunno, this city actor feller shore has me beat, he bought the old Bronson place at Four Corners-paid eight: thousand for the old shack that's.been there fer generations, t'want no good fer farmin'-too stony. But this actor feller was going t' make a rock garden in his front yardg canlt understand these city folks, ways. Here Al Bronson spent years, and his father before him trying to get rid of the stones, and now this city chap is going to grow rocks there I Hen 'llowed this was an ornery thing to do. After a few minutes spent in deep thought, he said, Still, that aintt nothing. The other day 41 f ' yi ,-. an ivlt. -M. .M . if.,fy, it gh that same feller was here in the store trying to buy IYhite Rock. Bob Brown couldn't understand him, but the feller said it came in bottlesf' This bit of news caused Eke to stop chewing his tobaccy and then mutter, Ain't never heard of rocks acomin' in bottles before. Before Hen had time to reply, the door flung open and Josh Sawyer rushed in, pale and panting for breath. Boys! he gasped, get goin'! Mr. Brown dropped his pencil and came out from behind his desk, What ails you, Josh? Don't know, sir, says Josh still gasping, but I just heer'd a ghost !,' What do you mean, ghost? asked Eke getting up from his chair and going over to get a close up of Josh's face. Well, says Josh, just a comin' along the turnpike past the old burying ground, I heer'd a voice a-hollering, 'Helpl Get me out of here. Help!' T'want no earthly voice, boys. Better get your lanterns and come quick. My legs kind of went wobbly so I just kept on coming here. A few minutes later, armed with lanterns and a shotgun, the four men hurried down the road with me at their heels. I wasn't going to miss this excitement for anything. As soon as we got to the cemetery, Sam made us stop and listen, and sure enough, the voice was there, and the shouts were getting weaker. But we all heard them over and over again. Help! Get me out of here! Help! The men stood for another few minutes sort of dazed. Then, Mr. Brown squared his shoulders and said, Come, boys. We'd better investigate. It was more than scarey going through that graveyard, stumbling over markers and following the dim light of the unwashed lanterns, but we located the direction in which the voice was coming and turned that wav. Suddenly, Eke stopped and held up his lantern toward a large blackish bulk a few feet away, By chowder! says Eke, that's the Widow Nelson's plot and she ain't buried yet, only died yesterday. The voice, a decidedly male voice, continued in a half-crying, pa- thetic tone, Help! Get me out of here! Help! Must do our duty, boys, spirit or no spirit, says Hen, starting forward with his gun before him. One by one we approached the Widow Nelsonls plot and there by the light of the lanterns, we all peered down into the freshly dug grave. There we saw a strange sight-very strange, half lying in the bottom 42 f Q xx ,- N ' 45 if ' ft'!2' i L of the grave was Sam Judson, our grave digger, tightly wedged in a corner by the handle of his shovel which had become securely anchored by a falling rock. Eke peered down at Sam intently, examining him at all angles by the light of the lantern to be certain his eyes were not de- ceiving him. IVhen fright deserted him, indignation and anger took its place. Drat you Samuel Judson tEke always becomes formal in ad- dressing one when he is madj Hmind to cover you up and let you stay there, disturbing the peace like this. Guess we 'll have to put you in a baby carriage and let you grow up. After much pulling we succeeded in getting Sam out of the grave and now we have a live subject for discussion at the store for some time to come. Could tell you more but come up and see and hear for yourself. Bill. Flmxor: BARRETT. Soliloquy on the Dagger Scene ---- Macbeth Act II, Scene I SCENE-Gray Court. TIME-After iinal exams, waiting for marks. PERSONS REPHESENTED-Senior Class. A SENIOR-IS this a diploma which I see before me, The ink scarce dry Come, let me clutch thee:- I have thee not, and yet I sec thee still. Art thou not, long toiled-for goal, sensible To feeling a.s to sight? or art thou but A desire unfulfilled, a hopeless dream, Proceeding from the labor-burdened brain? Thou marsha1l'st me the way that I have been, And such a document I longed to acquire. My brain has made fools of all my prayers Or else I have been deceived. I see thee still And on thy parchment my name is appearing Of which I have always dreamed. There's no such thing It is the vision of an exhausted mind which informs Thus to mine eyes. J EAN PARRY. 43 f ' xi -- - 2 4' 'Av yi- .L Mountain Climbing ID you ever climb a mountain? If you have you will appreciate the journey about which I am going to narrate. If you haven't you'll put me down as a harmless maniac of the second degree. But bear with me-l mean well. It was midsummer, the sky was blue, and tl1e temperature was lukewarm. I had been in the country a week of my fortnight vacation, and had done nothing so far to prove to the various and sundry natives that I could take it as well as the next. 1 Well, I sat down to think of something. However, I make it a rule never to strain myself too much in this mental exertion, so I picked the first thing to do that entered my mind. Unfortunately it was mountain climbing. That decided, I looked up the various Catskill mountains, and figuring that as I was going to indulge in such a barbarous pastime I might as well make a good job of it. I did! Mt. Slide is the highest mountain in the Catskills. I climbed Mt. Slide, but before going, there were several incidentals to attend to. I went through the town in search of a guide. It's a strange thing about guides-they never refuse. By the time I was through, I had three, or two and a half, the half being the necessary chaperon. I col- lected these rare specimens through the afternoon, finally taking them all to my house to tell them my plans, when I wished to leave and so forth. I was told to be ready at five the next morning in khaki trousers, and a woolen sweater. I sweetly submitted to their commands, not yet knowing if their bark was worse than their bite and not terribly anxious to find out. The next morning about two hours after I had retired I was awak- ened by a dreary looking maid, and was informed it was four-thirty. I opened one eye and said, That's very interesting. Now suppose you go back to bed and don't disturb me until you have better news for me. ' ' However, it was all to no avail. She had received her orders and acted accordingly. Before I knew it I was up, dressed, and picking at a dish of ham and eggs. At one quarter minute to tive all three guides filed in, strapped a blanket on my shoulders, and we started. VVhen we had walked about six miles, I just had breath enough to ask in a casual manner how much farther it was to the mountain. It was then that the thunderbolt struck. I was told in the same casual tone that to reach Mt. Slide it was necessary to climb Mt. VVittenburg tten 44 7 , xx Qc 0 it f'1'7f5 .AEM miles awayj, sleep on the summit for the night, then descend Witten- burg and cross Mt. Saddle and Mt. Cornell. Then we'd be at the foot of Slide. After that it was simple. All we had to do was to climb the mountain. VVith this all straightened out we continued. The next four miles were a nightmare. After a few hours on Wittenburg I was in a slight daze, by the time we reached the top I was just pleasantly paralyzed. If only I had stayed in that state! That night I was placed in a filthy old cave with a bunch of amazingly sticky pine boughs for a bed. If that had been all I might have slept that night-I'll never know. But as you have probably already gathered it wasn't all. Around midnight, as I was lying in the cave very busily shivering and sneezing I sud- denly felt a strange nibbling at my feet. I looked down, and expecting to see anything from a squirrel to a mountain lion, I saw a porcupine. For a moment I stayed very still, my eyes slightly bulging, trying to figure out what to do. I decided to scream. I screamed, I yelled, I bel- lowed. About twenty minutes later one of my more heroic guides sauntered in, yawning sleepily, and chased my offending little room- mate who had 11early swallowed my shoe by this time. The rest of the night was spent in chasing porcupines and imaginary porcupines. I was awakened tthat is, if I had been asleep I would have been awakenedj at six. The first thing that was put in front of me was a huge, half-raw corn pancake with a blot of strawberry jam on the top of it. It was then I realized I had a sick headache. I threw the cake over the cliff and breakfasted on a rusty cupful of stagnant water. VVe set out at six-thirty. I have had hundreds of sick headaches in my life, but this was the most ingenious one I had ever experienced. I stumbled along just waiting to fall down dead ally minute. We prac- tically ran across Saddle and Cornell. When we arrived at Slide I foun-l out why it had such an odd name. There was no road, no path, no trail -just a slide of loose dirt and stone on a forty-tive degree angle. Half- way to the top, like the One Horse Shay, I gave out. The three guides pushed and pulled me the rest of the way. IVe lunched on the summit of the mountain, then started descend- ing. That wasn't so bad. I just bumped down from rock to rock. We were at the end at last! That is, all except a small matter of eight miles straight walking back home. VVe arrived home about six o'clock. My shoes were just a few frag- ments of rubber-the rest of my outfit I am thinking of donating to a museum. But that is getting away from the subject. As I was saying, I 45 f' y Inf JL.. f..'?j, ' L arrived home, staggered to the kitchen Icllld devoured three bowls of vegetable soup. Then I lay down on the sun parlor couch for a few moments. The 11ext thing I knew it was noon the next day. I got up, bathed, put on p1'esentable clothes, and tried to go about life in the same ordinary fashion. I was practically recovered within two months. .I EAN SPALLETTA. Cray Court HE school building at Gray Court is a building steeped in tradi- tions. Its architecture is Colonial, with a touch of English Renais- sance in its stately Doric pillars. It faces beautiful Long Island Sound. One can imagine Uncas and his tribe beaching their war canoes a stone's throw away on the rocky shore, to glide noiselessly from tree to tree, hoping to plunder the Manor House, with its rich stores of food and tire-arms. For this was the ancestral home of the Davenports, one of the oldest families of Connecticut, a family instrumental in the set- tling of Stamford and New Haven. Not until early in the twentieth century did this lovely old house change hands. It was then bought by a concern which saw great possi- bilities in it as a hotel in the summer and a boarding school in the winter. With its spacious living rooms and many bedchambers it proved ideal for the latter, and Southfield Point Hall was founded. The hotel, for some reason, did not prove successful, and soon closed. In 1920 the school changed hands, and under the new leadership became very popular. Headed by a lady who embodies the gentle womanliness of the Old South, the school has expanded and holds its rightful place among the higher temples of learning. Happy girls ever and again march through the old halls, uplifted by their motto Noblesse Oblige, living proof that the fine old stand- ards of their ancestors live again in them as they raise their voices in praise of Gray Court. IJYDIA TYNER. 46 f N xx. . i ' 'ah' 'f f- fwlfff MO Bare Ben Jonson XACTLY four hundred years have passed since an humble stone- cutter was ordered to chisel, in Latin: Orare Ben Jonson fPray for Ben Jonsonl on the tombstone of the seventeenth cen- tury wit who had been the idol of the English court. The cutter made one mistake, and the resulting inscription-HO Rare Ben Jonson - is probably the most realistic epitaph ever written. Ben Jonson was rare-unique as only a genius ca11 be. He was re- markably versatile-song writer, dramatist, literary dictator. What one of our present-day song writers can hope to equal his achievement in producing a song which has remained popular for four hundred years? Yet that is the record set by Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. J onsonls strength as a playwright lay in his power to depict a wide variety of characters. His work is marked rather by keenness of ob- servation than by power of imagination. His comedies are satirical and humorously drawn pictures of the pastimes of his age, its affectations, and its superstitions. t'The Silent Woman, a typical, and really funny comedy, is the drama of a rich old fellow who hates noise so much that he will not allow anyone around him to speak, and of the complications that arise when he marries a supposedly silent woman. His comedies are still enjoyed, while the work of his contemporaries, excepting Shakespeare-are mouldering unread. Jonson wrote two fine tragedies, Sejanus', and tttlatileiief' in the classical manner. He spent his life fighting what he considered the too- imaginative romantic tendencies of his day, and his efforts bore fruit in the Neo-classic literature of a century later. Ben Jonson was an extremely social person who attracted crowds of young admirers. He was called a tavern-rake and a constant quarreler, but those bad qualities were more than offset by his keen wit and his loyalty to his friends. Four hundred years have passed .... four hundred years of prog- ress and revolution, but still the name of Ben Jonson is remembered because of the manliness it signifies and the genius it recalls. JANET GIVENS. 47 Wfhe Origin of Saint Valentine's Day AINT Valentine is the name given to several saints and martyrs of the Christian Church. The two most celebrated martyrs were a priest at Rome and the other a bishop at Umbria. They were said to have lived during the same century and died on February four- teenth. Although we celebrate it as a lover's festival now, it has no con- nection with the death of the martyrs but seems to have arisen since the feast of the two saints falls near spring. Another legend that has come down to us concerns a Saint Valen- tine who left food on the doorsteps of the poor. From this, we have de- veloped the custom of sending love tokens, cards, and greetings to our favorites. There is another explanation connecting the Roman festival, Lupercalia, which occurred on February fifteenth with the modern celebration. Old England and Scotland also kept similar festivals. Chau- cer and Shakespeare refer to it as the day when birds first choose their mates. The custom long prevailed on that day when young men and women drew lots to see who should be each others valentines during the following year. The couples exchanged gifts, and sometimes were con- sidered engaged. Later, the custom of sending presents on Saint Valen- tinets Day was confined to men. England doesnlt observe it any more but we Americans think it a nice observance and still carry it on. EVELYN KRAEMER. Gray Court Days As the sun shines bright on the Sound today And the wavelets against the gray 1'ocks play, Our hearts go' out to distant places, And to friends who are far away. But then again we a1'e glad to be here And thankful for our new-found friends so dear. Each one has proved a comrade true, And in our thoughts they are ever near. As we awake each morning bright, We look toward the day with great delight, And when at night we are called to rest, We dream of our pleasures and future success. BARBARA GIBNEY. 48 I Vi' .,, il ,5 .ff.?,Q 'i If A Ride to Hoboken RS. O'Neil and her four children were going to visit Aunt Tilly in Hoboken. Nelly, look after Tommy and Mary, and I'll take Frankie with me when I get the tickets, said Mrs. O'N eil. O, K., Ma, answered Nelly, a sixteen-year-old girl. After much fussing and fighting, the O'Neils got on the train. Ma, how does the train go? asked Tommy, opening the window. Close that window, I say. Do you want to get a cold? Stop pull- ing on my arm, Frankie, said Mrs. O'Neil. Can I get a drink, Ma? Tell Tommy to keep his feet off my coat, said Mary in a whining voice. Go ahead and get a drink, and for landsakes keep quiet. Ma, how does the train go? asked Tommy agai11. I don't know. You 'll have to ask the man over there, said Mrs. O'N eil, pointing to the conductor. Tommy ran over to him. Soon he was back again. He Won't tell me. UAH right, if he Wonlt, I tell you he Won't, so be still. Hey, Ma, give me a penny for a cup, said Mary, running up the aisle. Mrs. O'N eil, after much searching, produced the penny. Tommy had been looking very solemnly at a man sitting a few seats away. Suddenly he said, Ma, that man has funny hair. t'Sh! Sh! Sh! He 'll hear you! He has a toupef' IVhat's that, Ma? asked the boy as loudly as ever. 'tDon't yell. It's a wig. What's a wig? shouted Tommy. It 's make-believe hairf' Why does he wear make-believe hair? Because he hasn't any of his own. Stop hittin' at Mary, Frankie. IVhile attention was on Frankie. Tommy slipped off his seat and walked down the aisle. He sat down behind the man with the toupe. Then with a sudden jerk hc snatched off the toupe and ran back to his seat. The man came running after him. Give me my toupe, you little thief, he yelled angrily. Hfiive the man his hair, Tommy, said Mrs. OlNeil. No, I want it, said Tommy, hiding it under his jacket. Give it here, young man, said the man still more angrily. 49 7 U - ' if No, I want it. I won't give it to you,,' said Tommy, hugging it tighter. iVhy do you wa11t it, for pityls sake? HI want it for my baby brother, cause he ain't got any hair, said Tommy with tears in his eyes. Tommy, give the man his toupef' repeated Mrs. O'Neil, very red in the face. Tommy handed it to him. Hoboken, shouted the conductor. The train began to slow down, and finally came to a full stop. After much pushing and shoving, the O'Neils got oiif. The other passengers exchanged a smile with the man with the toupe. .IoAxN1-3 IViLLiAMs. The Power of Advertising VERY morning before school we stop for the mail. I open the box to discover the usual samples of Lady Esther face powder, Lux flakes, a small box of Wheaties, or Uncle Don's autographed picture. But after all, Simone Simon tpronounced Sea-moan Sea-moanj uses Lady Esther, so it should help me. Charles Lindbergh Luxes his red Hannels, and Jack Armstrong becomes healthy just by eating Wheaties. Now here's where the argument comes in. For years I've been cleansing my pores with Pond's, I'vc tried to get that 'ttantalizing look with Savage lipstick, or that 'tcareful-careless look with a Fred- eric permanent. But look at me ! Just look at me! Here I sit with my last good pair of stockings ong the heels of my shoes are run down despite the work of Shinola. I still bite my nails even though I wear Cutex, and my teeth aren't any whiter since I started using Pepsodent. But if Bing Crosby continues to croon for Kraft, Illl continue to spread Kraft's Kreamy Kream Cheese on my Ritz crackers. I'll fill my tank with Esso so long as Benny Goodman ttswings it for Esso. And, if Robert 'llaylor shaved with a Gilletc razor, I think I'd grow a beard just so that I could use one too. Gee! I'm a sucker for advertisements. IJYDIA TYNER. 50 ah.. rf, fm What Pcrseverance Can Do AN Y of our great musical artists produced their best known work during times of grief and in spite of great handicaps. Three of these are Beetl1ove11, Chopin, and Schumann. Beethoven, who is considered o11e of the greatest musical geniuses that ever lived, was born in Bonn, Germany, on December 16, 1770. He was a very serious boy who never mingled much with other children. He began to study violin and piano at the age of four with a private teacher, but most of his general education was received in a public school. In 1787 he made his first journey to Vienna, a great musical center, where he met Mozart. Soon after, he returned to Bonn, to ind his mother dying. A few months later, his younger siste1', one and a half years old, died. This was a period of intense grief for Beethoven, but it is said that some of his best compositions were written during this time. ln 1801, Beethoven became deaf. This was, indeed, a terrible blow to one whose very life it was to hear beautiful music. He wrote to a friend, HI will, as far as possible, defy my fate, though there must be moments when I shall be the most miserable of God's creatures. He continued to conduct symphonies, and to compose and teach up to the very time of his death in 1827. Chopin was born in Poland in 1810. His life was marked by suffer- ing from tuberculosis. He had this handicap to deal with for many years, and it often made him peevish and irritable, but he continued to compose and to give concerts and it was during this period that he composed most of his most beautiful works. His work is noted for its technical perfection and artistic beauty. Schumann was born on June 8, 1810. He took to music at a very early age, but his progress was continually hindered by his mother, who believed that a musical career was t'breadless. Not wishing to disobey his mother, he entered the University of Leipzig as a law stu- dent, but law and Schumann did not get on very well, and many a time when he was supposed to be studying torts and contracts, hc was found playing thc pia11o. 1Vhcn he was twenty, l1is mother finally realized that it would be practical for him to become a musician. 51 f '- xi 1- - ' . -Q 17 f,. ti l .ah.. h... Some time after, through faulty practising, Schumann lost a finger, and had to give up concert work, but he made the best of this mis- fortune and thereafter kept on composing. He also became an editor of a very progressive musical paper. His work was always being interrupted by nervous disorders said to have been inherited from his father, and in 1854 he broke down and never recovered. There are a great many other artists wl1o overcame afhictions through love of their occupations and by their perseverance. For all such we should have great respect and admiration. GENEvIEv1-2 URSILLO. Meeting the King HILE stopping at a small hotel in Perugia, Italy, I had o11e of the most thrilling experiences of my life. We were passing the sitting room in the lobby of our hotel when the porter whispered to me, King Alfonso of Spain is here with his son, the Prince of Torloniaf' This excited me so that I ran as quickly as I could to tell my par- ents. An hour or so later we came down into the sitting room and fell into conversation with him. He was a tall, dark, middle-aged man with a small mustache and a rather nice-looking face. VVe chatted with him for a few moments, and the11 the dinner gong sounded. He invited us to have luncheon with him a11d his family. This was such a good opportunity that we took advantage of it and seated ourselves at a nearby table. To me the lunch wasn't particularly enjoy- able because I was afraid about my manners. I had a terrific fear of using the wrong fork or spoon, and I wanted him to think well of the manners of American children. He talked mostly of our trip, asking us how we had enjoyed the country. After lunch he was preparing to leave for Rome, so I sat on the running board of his car-a tumble-down Ford-and watched him load his bags into it. He was splendid company and had a wonderful sense of humor. Someone told him how he was admired by Americans alld how they wished l1im to come to America. He appeared a little embarrassed by this speech. He shook my hand and said goodbye and then sped off in the direction of Rome. I watched him until he disappeared from view. Then I went back to ordinarv life. ' DOLLY IJEDERER. 52 L'.Q N V , V . fx S f. fl i nw? . A I A fy, The Angel of Music HE golden rays of the sun shone in through a long open window of the castle and into a spacious but rather gloomy room which echoed with the beautiful melody that a little boy was playing on a violin. The rays fell on his platinum hair and on thin, sensitive fin- gers that were deftly pressing the strings of the instrument. He was lost in the dream of a song that some day the world might be singing. So engrossed was he in his composition that he was unaware of the horrible events that were then taking place outside the castle. It was a confusion of fear, panic, and slaughter. A lord who lived not very far away was a bitter enemy of the family which lived in this castle. He was fierce, warlike, and as was often true of the lords of that day, very ignorant. He had long planned to capture all the members of this family. The lord of the house, to- gether with many of his soldiers, was away, and his enemy seized the opportunity to attack the rest of the inhabitants of the castle. The ruf- fians carried away the servants and the ladies of the house and now approached the room where the little boy was. He, surprised and dazed by the sudden confusion, stood motionless. The rough guards took hold of him and led him outside where the other captives were. The captives were then led away to the abode of the cruel lord where the boy was imprisoned in a dark dungeon with only one little window at the top. During all these events he had tightly clutched his violin. As he sat on the cold stone floor of the prison he could hear the guards laugh- ing and jeering at the other prisoners. He meditatcd on the sudden change of events. Everything seemed so unreal, like a horrible night- mare from which he was vainly struggling to awaken. Less than an hour ago he had been composing a glorious melody in the peace of his favorite room in the castle, and 11ow, in this horrible prison, he was surrounded by nothing but harshness, cruelty, and hate. A growing despair was now enveloping him. He realized that he must resist this despair. He lifted his bow courageously and began to play his new song. It penetrated the desolate prison house, interrupting the noises outside his cell. At first the notes were soft and uncertain, but soon they increased in volume and poured their sad story to the startled men. The gruff guards stopped their conversation and listened, at first curi- ously, then intently, then solemnly. Never before had they heard such music. It moved their hard hearts and they forgot their wars, their hates, and their rivalries. They knew a peace they had never experi- 53 ... I enced before. One guard turned and saw his lord standing behind him in a doorway. The lord spoke, and his voice held a note of superstitious fear: It is an angel that plays. VVe must let the prisoners go, or God will punish usf' The melody grew soft and faded away, leaving the room in silence. OECILE Nnwnonn. Impressions of Paris HEN I arrived in Paris, I was amazed at the difference between the real city and the one I had imagined. I had expected it to con- sist mainly of sidewalk cafes, lights and excitement! I found that, while these things do exist, they are not the most important things to be see11. The tirst sights which impressed me were the lovely parks, the immense fountains from which issued great torrents of sparkling waters, and the monuments, many of which were dedicated to the French Wvar heroes. One of the most exciting avenues in Paris is the Champs Elysees. It is perhaps the main thoroughfare in Paris. Traffic on it is thicker than anywhere else in the city. One can watch the constant oncoming ears for a very long time without seeing any pause. The Champs Elysees passes by a beautiful park, one which I re- member well because one day when I was not attending school, I watched a Punch and Judy show there. There is nothing the French children like better-unless it is rolling hoops-than watching these funny little Punch and Judy shows. Immense crowds of boys and girls gather around them, and often their laughter can be heard all over the park. The French children, both boys and girls, wore little red or blue and white checked ginghams, which looked very sweet on them. I liked especially to watch the little girls in these ginghams rolling their hoops up and down the street in front of my apartment, and I often went down and joined them. It was wonderful fun. Wlien the time came for my departure from France, I felt rather sad. I'm looking forward to another trip to beautiful Paris. Marion KonMAN. 54 73 I ' A, g Jh. l'L.. A Modern Gareth and Lynette 66 UT Mother, I can't win recognition here in Quebec-not the kind I want. You 'd never have become a famous actress if y0u'd been kept tied to your mother's apron strings. Hollywood's the place to go. Mother, please give your consent. I love you too much to be happy without it. Bellicent sighed as she looked at her son. How young, how hand- some he was! Too well she knew the disappointments, the struggles, the temptations, of Hollywood. If only she could save him from it! She would try. Gareth, if you go, you must go under these conditions: You must not tell anyone who you are or who your parents are. You are to take no letter of introduction or record of the English picture you have made. You must start at the bottom-the extra ranks .... Now do you still want to go? Gee, that's pretty stiff, but, holy smoke! My train leaves in two hours. I've got to get ready. St ik St Pl? Gareth waited for many maddening weeks before he could even find work as an extra. At last a call came and he reported at Super Pictures. He walked in exultantly, feeling that his luck had turned, as indeed it had. At noon on his first day he was resting after hours of tiresome standing in a crowd scene,when a young girl with a pert little nose and a roseleaf complexion walked up to the director. Gareth sat up straight . . . Lynette! he thought. The most spoiled, tempera- mental little actress in Hollywood! Wonder' what she's up to now. He chuckled, expecting some outrageous demand. He was not disappointed. I tell you Iive got to have Lancelot. I know-I know-I don't care if you do say he's the number one actor on the screen. I want him for my leading man, and I'm going to have him. She stamped her foot. The director looked tired. He never got used to spoiled actresses, even though he battled with them daily. Sorry, but Lancelot 's out of the question. He 's tied up for six months straight. I I donlt believe it. Anyway, if Ann got him, I can. If I can 't have him, I won't make the picture. She walked toward the door, her little nose in the air. Gareth, on a sudden impulse, strode up to the director. I could do the part, sir. It's one I happen to be familiar with. And he broke forth i11to one of the impassioned speeches, which the role required, gesturing toward Lynette, who had stopped and was looking back with 55 xx W. Lu ,A -gh. . ff. LIL a contemptuous expression on her pert face. The director looked at him appraisingly. You might do, at that, he drawled. Then with a quick change, he turned to Lynette. Here's your manf' he said decisively. Tears of anger sprang into her eyes. An extra! an unknown- opposite me! I should be treated like this. I should! Never! Never! Never ! She fairly ran out of the room. Gareth, coolly smiling, followed her. At the door of her dressing room he saw her stop to take a letter from an odd-looking messenger. She read it, and uttered a shriek of horror. What's wrong? asked Gareth. She looked at him with contempt-a little forced now-turned away, and fumbled for her key. He strode up, and taking the letter from her hand, read: If you don't leave 320,000 inside your wall door at two o'clock welll kidnap your sister, so step lively.', It was signed with a row of queer-looking crosses. Whew! Twenty minutes of two now. Letter must have been de- layed .... Come along, kid, we 'll fix those fellows. He grabbed her arm and almost carried her down to his car. Oddly enough, she didn't resist. She seemed dazed. Gareth drove to her home and knocked at the wall door. fAll Holly- wood stars have walls around their homes.j The door opened silently. Gareth sprang inside and struck two quick, hard blows at the man who had opened the door. This individual fell backward with a thud, un- conscious. Gareth pulled 'Lynette toward the house. The door was locked, so they broke a window, and hid in the bushes below to await results. Results came, and very quickly, for a man stuck his head out of the window and looked around. While his head was turned away from Gareth the latter took his shoe and brought it down hard on the man's head. This proved effective. The villain was out, cold. Gareth and Lynette scrambled in through the window and began to explore the house. In the pantry they were confronted by a fellow with an automatic. Gareth knocked Lynette down and made a flying tackle at his adversary's feet. A hard fight followed, but Gareth's superior strength finally gave him the victory. Gareth, with Lynette's help, tied the man up, and with his gun in his hand he started with her again on a tour of the rooms. When they reached the top of the stairs a masked figure said, H Stick 'em up ! The voice was curiously weak, and the gun pointed at them trembled. Put it down l yelled Gareth in a voice that shook the furniture. 56 Y' fx E ' . G N -in-4 The gun fell with a crash from the figure 's hand. Gareth leaped for- ward, pulled off the mask, and saw the handsome face of a young boy, white with fear. Let me go! They made me do it! My brothers-I didn't want to. Let me go. Where's Lyonors? Where's my sister? cried Lynette. In there, answered the boy, pointing to the living room. They rushed in and found Lyonors, bound and gagged in a chair. They freed her and she cried in hysterical relief in Lynette's arms. Gareth strode quickly to the phone and dialed police headquarters. Exactly twenty minutes later, with the kidnappers in safe custody, Gareth and Lynette were back at the studio. The director called to Gareth: Hey, you! What do you mean by holding out on me? We would have had you in a starring part weeks ago if you'd told me who you are. What was the idea? What do you mean, sir? said Gareth blandly. You know very well what I mean. Iyve just had a letter from your mother-from Bellicent-one of the best actresses and best friends that ever lived. She sent me your photograph. I read the notices about that English picture you made. And you slip in here as an extra. Why you might have wasted years, you young fool ! Gareth and Lynette were co-starred in one of the hits of the season. I leave it to your imagination whether Gareth married Lynette or LYOHOFS' BETTY STONE. Wondering and Wishing I wonder why the wind doth blow And where the little boats do go. At night I lie awake and wonder About the men who sadly wander And the happenings of today While I was busy at my play. ' I wish that I could be What other folks expect of me. I wish that on the battlefield of life I'd do my part in that great strife. I wish, dear Lord, that in my song I should know the right from wrong. .IACQUELINE Cnoss. 57 CX -Qu I xx fl ' M1 'lf' !i'! 'i' X L STATISTICS Nmne Alias Occu pafion Ambition Elinor Barrett EIU Collecting autographs To have a good lunch Betsy Fishel Betsy Getting 11ew clothes To travel Arline Hart Kitty Driving car A Dartmouth Winter Carnival Jeannette Parry Jean Waiting for letters To be 3 Kil1d6l'g211't8n teacher Dorothy Rouse 'tDottie Changing her eoitfure To be a hairdresser Mary Rose Scott Scotty Setting hair To be a designer Jean Spalletta Jinx'l Waiting for her trunks To have one Gloria Steendal Babs'l Writing book reports To travel around world Janet Givens Jan Writing poems To think up more tricks ' To keep later hours Virginia Gray Barbara Gibney Paula Glendale Daisy Kempton Ruth Paulus Jacqueline Cross Joan Dixon Evelyn Kraemer Madeleine Newbold Dorothy Stevens Elizabeth Stone Elizabeth Stover Genevieve Ursillo Joanne Williams Zilita Deshon Mona Givens Marcia Korman Dorothy Lederer Lydia Tyner Eizabeth McDermott Cecile Newbold Priscilla Smith K I K K K I I K A I 1 K K s K K I ' Ginny ' ' ' Gibbey ' ' 'Paulai' nDayu ' Rufus ' ' ' Jacky ' ' ' Joan ' ' 'Sqweegce ' ' ' Madge , ' ' Stevie ' ' ' Betty ' l c Betty H ' Ginger ' ' ' Willy ' ' ' Zil Monie ' ' ' Marcia ' ' ' Dolly ' ' KlLyd!! 4 I l ' Betty ' ' ' Cecile ' ' ' Pris ' ' Walking with Ruth Roller-skating Learning to dance Swinging it Walking Still pcstcring Getting to school on time Laughing at books Combing hair Giggling Borrowing magazines Settling down in Economics Dancing Learning spelling rules Studying Learning to skate Listening to Fred Allen Writing letters Imitating peoplc Being agreeable Posing Losing things To be a Study-Hall Teacher To own the world 's best stamp collection To meet Benny Goodman Advertising To bc a commercial artist To enter 1940 Olympics To be a Sonja Henie To be an actress To double for Ginger Rogers To have her own Stationery Store To be an Economics Teacher To be on the radio College To be an actress To squelch Janet To know all the new dance steps To be an artist To look like Simone Simon To see all the operas To follow in Madge 's footsteps To be a journalist -Jhb STATISTICS Haunt Aillment Hobby Fafvorite Expression In the Plymouth Seruples Cream bottles Got something there History Room flollecting debts WVorrying That 's right With Daisy School Bracelets Goody-goody 157 North St. Getting to school on Cats and kittens Jeepers Brookfield Center Anchorage kitchen Hel' room In the bathtub VVith Lydia time Getting her car Study hall Jackie Making !l!lll0l1lli'0lllP1ll'S Mona and f'atherine Collecting coins Swimming Ping Pong Dancing Blind dates Oh, my stars! Firds of a beather These Swedes! Don 't get excited So help me! Rocks Cousins Having cheer meetings Aw, heck! With Jackie Gaining pounds Looking for one Oh, Boy Her bed Fingernails Stamps!!! Gollys Near any radio Swing! Talking Swing it! The great Outdoors Younger sister Putting up Volley Ball Honestly? net Hall-stairs Trying to do the right Drawing Shut up yourself! thing Colonel Mai-k:uroff's Bruce Sports Bell rung yet? Stables study Hall MQ1'fu1'y Smiling oh, dear Any mirror Hair Grinning Oh, my! Behind a book F100 HOP Singing N0 kiddcn? Dining room Wvfifillg l0ft01'S Stamps How mean! Between here and E4'01l0llll0S Black eyes Zowie Noroton Any piano Latin Funny stories Oh, Willy! Sitting room Curls Raising weeds It was a riot! Her locker Her hair 00119,1fing animals Gollies With Janet HOIIOI' Roll Making lunches Oh, shut up! Outside of gym window Radios Visiting broadcasting Oh, yes Stations Study Hall Corner Gloria Letters For Pete 's sake! Humpty Dumpty L'amour toujours Bridge Aw, shucks L'amour Chair near fireplace Making beds Poetry Aw, bats! 2nd on right Bracelets Laughing Please! Study Hall desk Gym stockings Getting out of gym What? 7x V ' 0 ,Wil A., 4 ,. 11.17, -AL 60 A'k fy' J 'X -'utxxx - of i f '2 i C? 4 ' 'E' Wfffl X? ergo 'fi 'Q' 'Q fd 'Q' , bv 7 ' Y' nh ,flip 'J ,L will Aa IN 3 FZ' 'lun 4 ba , f. , -.f,.f: A! lyk 'gk X ' x V45 rf' J A 'sf .fgwiix ww' A 1 -5: -G 1, : K, L J' ,... V v I K Ag '- A' T D CHL fl I M I I ux I ,ll u.-. 7? NN r I If : ','fl,, ff,,.fjf'-l 62 .4L,,g, Gul I 5' -QQ 'lf .f f,,,,' Ci My Story By a Clock AM telling tl1is story to celebrate the fact that I am living again. At least they have wound me up and I am again singing my old song, Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-took. I h'aven't been running since the morning after that fatal day and night. I am a big walnut grandfather clock. Just like all the others of my make, except that I have to be wound every morning. VVhen Mistress Peggy came in that morning to wind me up as usual, I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. The day proceeded as usual, but still the queer feeling didn't leave me. I That evening there was a party. Mistress Peggy was very popular and looked lovely. The women wore beautiful satin and velvet dresses with hoop skirts, very different from those worn now. The men wore formal suits with tail coats and frilly collars. Everyone was having a grand time and I had gotten many a sec- ond glance and compliment for my beauty. Then through the noise and laughter came the sound of hoof beats and a loud knock at the door. After that everything was all mixed up. First, everyone left with a soft murmur of I'm sorry, It's really a shame, and other mysterious sayings. The next thing I knew was that Mistress Peggy was running around to all the rooms and saying some kind word of goodbye. Why was she saying goodbye? Surely she wasn't going away! Early the next morning she was up and she and her father were hurrying around. At last a coach came and Mistress Peggy's and her father's bags were put on it. Wasn't Mistress Peggy coming to say goodbye to me? No. She went out and locked the door. The coach was just about to drive off when I stopped ticking. If you know much about clocks you know they only remain in their senses for half an hour after they have stopped ticking. Thinking that my time had come, I prepared to die. Then I heard light footsteps approaching and Mistress Peggy opened the door. She came to me and put her soft hand on my face. Dear old Tickien Cthat was her name for mel I would wind you, but I ean't bear the thought of your ticking away in the place all alone after I am gone. I'll just say goodbye. She closed the door again, and I have never seen her since. Just as she shut the door I passed into my seeming death. CS-L f xi ,- ' Q11 I fy JM.. H5 f f41'?f ...1l'k... 'What I am going to tell you now is what I heard my new mistress say. I awoke with a sense of a strong hand winding my spring. It was a handsome young man standing with a girl, who is now my mistress. The girl wore a short, rather tight dress. At first I thought the dress was queer, but now I like it Very much. I understood from their conversation that the reason Mistress Peggy left was that her father had been suddenly called to New York fa city which is said to be very largej. The message said that his brother was dying, so they left immediately. Well, when Mistress Peggy got to the city she met a man with whom she fell in love, and whom she married. This man is my mistress' grandfather and Mistress Peggy is her grandmother. I was asleep for over fifty years. My new mistress' name is Lavelle, and I like her very much. She winds me and calls me Tickie, just as Mistress Peggy told her to do. I enjoy this modern life of bright lights and automobiles and odd little clocks. I am glad that Mistress Peggy gave her granddaughter this house for a wedding gift. But I am gladdest of all because Mistress Peggy herself is coming again to pay me a visit. JEAN STONE. Queen HE sun had just come up over the mountain, making a golden tint on the lake below. A white foam showed where a swift stream Howed into the lake. Violets were nodding their sleepy heads in the shadow of an overhanging cliff. The spring thaw had taken away all the winter's snow. A clean sweet rain had washed out the week's dust, leaving a new world of spring flowers in its path. The song of an early morning robi11 made the whole world seem bright. Just as the sun came over the mountain, a pretty silver fox edged her way out of her cave. She bore the brilliant name of Queen. A swift canter brought her down the mountain side, to the lake. After taking a drink she sprang up onto a rock to see what she could catch. A huge salmon was swimming near the surface, so near that when he showed his fin, it could be seen an inch out of the water. Queen, seeing this, made a dive, and in an instant came up with the salmon. If one of her three-weeks-old cubs had tried such a thing, it would have gone down never to come up again. Holding the fish in her mouth, Queen trotted back to her cave and gave it to her beloved little ones. The day passed. As the sun sank in the west, it threw a hundred 65 f ' xi .H , it Ju.. f fe 'ff .aku golde11 rays on everything in its patl1, from the deep blue lake to the violets which were again drooping their heads. It also struck the fur of Queents coat, making it glitter like gold. She walked along a narrow dirt path. Her head drooped almost as low as the violet's and her tail was drawn between her legs as tightly as a wolf 's. She walked from five-thirty until seven. The moon was out, glistening o11 the snow-capped mountains. Queen walked until she came to a canyon which took a straight drop of eighty feet. There she stopped, threw back her head and howled. Then she whimpered softly, and looked down into the canyon. There were the remains of her lost mate. For a moment Queen was frantic. She wanted to hurl herself over the edge. Then she thought of her cubs. How foolish it would be to leave them. She started on a swift Canter home- CA'rHEnINn GIVENS. The Aztecs N 1519 when Cortez and his men descended into the valley in which Mexico City now stands, he beheld an island city, Tenochtilan, gleaming in the sun with a whiteness which dazzled him. Montezuma, the powerful ruler of the Nahua nations, kept a thou- sand slaves scrubbing the streets and the buildings until they shone. He also had museums filled with animal and human freaks and beautiful gardens in which were rare flowers and plants. Montezuma was waited on by thousands of slaves. Tenoehtilan was the center of a powerful commerce which con- nected it with many other parts of the land. lt had a large standing army. The ancient Aztecs were well educated and cultured in their own way. They had stone cutters, jewelers, skilled potters, carpenters, archi- tects, and weavers. The children were taught always to be polite. A man sending his so11 out into the world said: Revere and salute thy elders, and never show them any sign of contempt. Console the poor and unfortunate with kind words. Do not talk too fast and never interrupt others. Eat not too fast, and show no dislike if a dish displeases thee. VVhen thou walkest, look whither thou goest, so thou mayst knock against no one. Live by thy work, for thou shalt be the happier therefore. Never lie. WVhen thou tellest anyone what has been told thee, tell thc simple truth, and add nothing thereto. Be silent in regard to the faults thou seest in others. 66 I X N ,- .H My Im 'uf' - Aztec women were taught to sing a11d dance and some to read and write. Their astronomy was far advanced. There was a wise system of laws and courts. Crime was severely suppressed and young men who stole money or got drunk were put to death. Yet in spite of all the education a11d culture, they had a terrible re- ligion. They believed in sun and rai11 and wind gods, and every year sacrificed human victims to these gods and ate their flesh at banquets. Clortez overthrew the temples and banished the idols. Even though they had a horrible religion, they had a remarkably advanced civilization, compared with the primitive condition of the North American lndian. lblARTHA SAVAGE. Toni LD Enrico, bending over Toni, the oldest of his dogs, said, Poor boy! lt'll be pretty hard on you, havin' to stay at home from this trip. For answer, Toni wagged his tail slowly and gave a low whine. l'll be missin' you, boy. But seems as though there always comes a time when dogs-an' men-gets too old to go any longer. XVith these words, Enrico started on his way with his three younger dogs. lt was one of those warm, bright days which give Italy the name sunny Italy. Toni was lying in the shade of an old tree when he heard in the distance a cry of fright. Forgetting his weakness he jumped to his feet and stood listening. No sound came again. Guessing the direction as best he could, he started out in search of the person in trouble. At the edge of the river he stopped. There in the water, struggling desperately, was Francesca, Enrico's little daughter with whom Toni had so often played. Toni plunged into tl1e water and swam to her, seized her dress in his teeth, and brought her to shore. Then he fell dow11 on the bank exhausted. After resting awhile, Francesca was able to rise. She tried to help Toni up, but he was too heavy for her. She went home and told her mother what had happened. lVhen Enrico came back from his llllllt she told him the story. He rushed down to the river bank where Toni still lay gasping for breath. Toni! Ah, my poor, faithful old dog! were the only words Enrico could say. 67 , N l l GB Q ' .v A if f t 'i Toni raised his head, gave a low, weak whine, looked lovingly at Enrico, and fell back dead. A sob shook Enrico as he bent over Toni's body. SALLY BROWN. Sylves NE afternoon at sunset I Went for a walk with my dog King. We always went for the clearing at su11set to watch the deer go down to drink. I liked this part of vacation days in the Maine woods best of all. When we went back to the cabin we heard Daddy saying to Mother that he was going to take King and me up the mountain to take pictures. King dashed in and I followed, very much excited, and asked when we were going. He said I wasn't supposed to know, but it was all right after all. We had supper in the clearing that night because Daddy said we would starve if he didn,t shoot a deer. Mother had finally consented after looking in every possible place for food, a11d not finding any. The next morning we started at about nine to climb, as Daddy wanted to get to the top so that he could take pictures with the noon sun on the camera. After lunch he took some pictures, and after that I took King and went down to the stream. When we got there, King started off in the direction of a moving object. It was a brown ball of fur. I rescued it before King had a chalice to rip it to pieces. I took it back to the place where Daddy was taking pictures and asked him what it was. He said it was a baby fox. I took him back to the cabin and gave him some warm milk. I named him Sylves. In a few days Daddy said we would have two months in the Maine woods. I was about to mention Sylves, but I thought it best to wait, since I knew we would have to give him back to the forest after we were gone, and he wouldn't have anybody to feed him. A week before the eighth of August when we would have to go back, Daddy, King, and I were walking in the forest at sunset when we were surprised to see Sylves chase a raccoon. He caught it and brought it back to Daddy. We had to leave Sylves behind in the forest alone, the day we left. Later, we got letters from the owner of the cabin saying that at sunset when he went to the clearing he always saw Sylves. He sat in the middle of the clearing and howled a lonely cry. When we visited the camp again we found a full-grown fox waiting for us on the steps of our cabin. MARY ANN BARR. 68 w - - ' ' ll, A I il .4-1- A K ' iff ,1 ,X A QV M- f. ,,.f,,f 4, Joan of Arc N DOMREMY, a little village of France, a girl was born in the year 1412. Her parents named her Joan. She became known as Joan of Arc, or Jeanne d'Arc. She was kept at home to spin and weave, while her brothers and sisters worked in the fields. Her mother taught her to read and write a little, but above all, to believe in God. Joan always went to church and prayed that her country might not suffer any more from the English. J can was very kind to everyone, but she was so serious that people made fun of her, and her parents thought there was something wrong with her because she was different from other children. One day while she was spinning under a tree, she heard, or thought she heard, voices saying, Be good, Joan, for God has chosen you to deliver Francef, She was bewildered. She did not know what to think. But she told no one. St. Katherine and St. Margaret were the names she gave to these mysterious beings. They often talked to her and told her to be good and kind to others. One time, when Joan was sixteen, they called to her: Joan, go to the dauphin. Ask him to give you an army, for you shall lead them to deliver France. Joan thought, How can I, a girl, who knows not how to ride a horse or use a sword, lead an army? But the voices only said Gel go! go! J can told some friends who believed in her, and they took her to the dauphin's court. There she was met by a group of his officials who asked her what she wanted. She answered them, I have come to ask the dauphin for an army, so I can drive the English out of France. God has sent me. They only laughed at her and called her a silly girl. But she did not give up. She finally succeeded in seeing the dauphin. He was dressed in ordinary clothing and someone else had taken the place where he usually sat in state. The courtiers wanted to see her kneel to the wrong man so that they could say Ha ! ha ! He is not the dauphin, he is but the attendant dressed in royal garments. Go away, little peasant girl. Go home and attend to your f'ather's sheep. That night-the night of her arrival at court-she went to see him. Instead of going to the man dressed as the dauphin, she went straight to the real one. He was much astonished. She pleaded so hard with him that he finally gave in and presented her with a horse and armor. Some 69 f N N- ,- 2 ,ll Q -Gag ' J It -in.. wf fy,,g,v say that St. Katherine and St. Margaret gave her the sword, and some say they told her to go to a ehureh and dig it out of the ground. Joan led thousands of soldiers to Orleans where she won a great victory. ln another battle she was severely wounded but in spite of that she led her men to sueeess. In leading an attaek on 'Paris in 1431 she was captured by the Eng- lish and condemned as a witeh to be burned at the stake. lVhen she heard of her fate, she was very brave. ller bravery touehegl the hearts of the ten thousand men who were there to yvateh her burn. One or two English tried to laugh, but they found it impossible. One of the English king's secretaries said, t'VVe are undone, for we have burned a saint. ln 1919 Joan of Are was pronounced a saint by Pope Pius X. Her memory still lives in beautiful statues, paintings, and stories. 'Nlex'i'rcrcx Homcrrrsox. T0 f ht il 'X r. e - 4-5 f A 'ff The Circus Baby HERE was once a baby leopard who was born in Asia. His name was Mike. Someone caught him and brought him to America and gave him to a circus. He was very lonely. One day he was sick with a fever, so the keeper took him and nursed him so he could get well. He had a lot of other sickness, too. His mother when he was born would take care of her baby. She would go to the corner of the den and stay there as if to say go away. So poor little Mike would go and find some food to eat. He loved porcupine meat and his mother taught him how to catch them without even getting any quills in his paws or his face. VVhile he was at the zoo he had lots of fun. Sometimes he was good and sometimes he was bad. One time when he and his playmate were playing, he cuffed and cuffed him for a long time. He suddenly sent a cuff that thrust the poor cat across the cage. Mike was a good climber. He would climb to the top of the cage and then he would tumble down without hurting himself. Mike was a good ball player like most of the cat family. Only he could keep four balls going at once. That was pretty good. AIARY WILSON Fourth Grade A Story of a Little Bear NCB there was a little bear cub who was born in a mountain cave. One day his mother broke away the ice in the front of the cave so they could get out and then they started down the mountain side. lVhen they were part way down the mountain his mother showed him a forest where they would hide. WVhen they got to the bottom of the mountain his mother went to get a lamb but she never came back. Then he was an orphan. He was given to a butcher who took him to a photographer to have his picture taken. DARTHEA NVOODLING Fourth Grade Tl I N xx - G -dh.. Alphabet A is for Arnold, our Kitsie, no less, She's pink-cheeked, and jolly good fun, we'll confess. Next, Mary Ann Barr, blue-eyed Mab doth appear, Nothing bars her from fun-now does it, my dear? Brown is the last name of that daring Sally Who flies in a plane over mountain and valley. There's Elinor, sweet as her queenly name Miss Barrett, who's good both in study and game. And, say, could you find, if you searched the school over A prettier brunette than Miss Betty Stover? Now our Jackie 's not Cross-no, how could she be? For her laughter is constant, and cheerful, and free. Who's straight and who's sweet, and who's loyal, and dear? Joan Dixon. We 'll tell it to all who may hear. E stands for Eagerness with which we all play When Grays meet with Golds, in battle array. Here comes little Carol, and quickly cries t'Boo ! Miss Ferguson, here is a big hug for you. Our tall Betsy Fishel now walks down the line In clothes like a princess, so lovely and fine. Now tell me who giggled? Oh, no, Ma'am, not l. Who's lively? Who's happy? Why, that's Edith Fry. G stands for a group of very Good Girls: Gillespie-Scotch Jean-with the fair head of curls. For Barbara Gibney, attractive and quiet, For Glendale, one Paula, who, never deny it, Keeps everything lively with jokes and with fun. Of the three Givens sisters, our Janet's the one Who loves most to write, and maybe, some day, When buying her books, I knew her,', we 'll say. And Catherine, the youngest, is ambitious too. When she tries, oh, what excellent work she can do! 72 KN -N .f , M g I R ' I 4 0 -Q. i 'iff Jig.. .ff Muff, .ml And Mona's between them, conscientious and true. Those like her in this world are entirely too few. Next comes adorable Miss Ginnie Gray, She's really as sweet as a rosebud in May. Next enters a senior, alert Arline Hart Who 's always quite ready to do her part. And Alice Henderson, blue-eyed and blonde A girl of whom you are sure to be fond. l is for Inspiration, which we can all get From thoughts of great writers, the example they set. J is for Jollity that always prevails Whenever girls gather to tell Gray Court tales. Now Miss Daisy Kempton, all aflutter we see, She dances, she sings, she shouts often with glee. Next comes a lassie from out of our line Gray-eyed and dark-haired, name of Miss Maxine Kline. Petite Marcia Korman, who loves radio, Plays the piano, recites well, we know, With Evelyn Kraemer, completes the K's. When we speak of Evvie, we have naught but praise, For she's kind and she's lovely, she's sensible, gay- An all-round Gray Court girl, in study and play. Hark! Who was that shouted? Who laughed, and who s VVho? Why, Dolly Lederer. She has always her joke. Last L's Helen Littlefield, with dark eyes and hair. And M's for McDermott, Elizabeth fair, And also Joy Moltasch, who's true to her name, Brings joy to her class, and to friendships the same. N is for Naughton, that piquant young Frances Who looks like a fairy whenever she dances. Next the N ewbold sisters, Madge and Cecile, In acting and writing they 'll go far, we feel. 73 poke? on - 'f' if L. tl f ' f-!'f,, y O is for Order which we all desire To build into habits our friends will admire. P is for Parry, our capable Jeanne And queenly Ruth Paulus, and sister Aileen. What a contrast! But some day, in truth, Aileen may grow tall, and as lovely as Ruth. And last, but not least, among the P's, Is blonde and blue-eyed young Grace Peace. Q is for Quiet we try to attain In poise of manner, in calm under strain. Two Roses we have in our garden of girls: Joanne, and then Rita, with golden brown curls. Ann Rosie, too, has a beautiful name. N ext, Monteen Robertson, now known to fame At Gray Court as Teeny, though really not small: Elva Roekower smiles at her friends one and all. Now, say, could you find, inside of our House Or outside, a girl sweeter than Dorothy Rouse? More chic and correct than Miss Mary Rose Scott? More unique than Priscilla-Miss Smith? Rather not Another Smith-lllarion-with Lorelei hair And quick speech, is also quite definitely there, In the eighth grade. The next S to be seen Is Spalletta, the surname of vivacious Jean XVlio's gifted with language. Then Gloria fine Miss Steendal, a leader, who keeps things in line. Dot Stevens, distinguished by beautiful hair, And wit, and a lovely complexion, sits there Near Betty, who 's talking-yes, talking, I say. Miss Stone could, if needed, talk nearly all day. She's a dear girl, is Betty, and so, too, is Jean Her sister, they're scrappy, but loving, I ween. That lovable lass with the beautiful named Carmela Santarsiero-I envy the same. Martha Savage is gifted with brains and with charm. 74 f '- N li , U jg, iff, , fQ,'y,w thse them, Martha lj To Emmy Lou Sommers our warm Admiration is due for her sweetness and fun. Now look at Joan Stricker. You 'll notice just one Little glinting of mischief in her sober blue eye. Here 's Lydia Tyner, whose grades are so high WVho's fine, and who's happy with us, we believe. Now who appears next but our sweet Genevieve? Ursillo's her last name, and how can we say lYhat we think of a girl that's so nice every way? V's for Variety in lessons and play, In friendships and interests, ill moods grave and gay. Miss Williams-Joanne-next to Genevieve there 'With her pretty white hands and curly hair- She 's sweet and shels friendly-a fine girl to know. See, there's Sally lVeir with her brown eyes aglow, She 's smiling, as usual. Now see that small fairy Tiny Miss VVilson, also called Mary. Darthea VVoodling, with bright hair and bright ways And Muriel lVulHleff, who 'll enliven dull days. X is for Excitement at the first ot' the year M'hen friends meet each other with gladness and cheer. Y is for Youth and its higli hopeful heart, Z weloomes Zelita back to Gray Von rt. fx? N r 'W ' w -' ' 1.1 wk , ,. Ili .f A up .4l'h... Gray Court Limericks To us there's but one Elinor Who never finds life a great bore, On trips oft she goes, Encounters no foes, To her come life's pleasures galore. It's Dolly the Senior, so sweet, Who always looks trim and so neat, 'Twas pennies quite small That started it all, This saving of coins is a feat. She 's usually quiet and slow But slippery mud did not know, 'Til feet in the air Found Gloria there With bumps and yells not sweet and low It 's Betsy who goes tap-tap-tap, When we would enjoy a good nap, A typewriter new, You would use it, too, If you had the chance-bet a cap. ' If magazine or fiction book Disappearsg we know where to look, With glasses on nose And that absent pose, It's Jeannie Spallett who 's the crook. Now Mary Rose Scott has the clothes That hang in her closet in rows, They turn not her head For just before bed, That coffee she makes brings the Hohs I' 76 ' . 'fffff L Jean Parry's a grand girl to know, She drives and goes dancing with beau 5 So keen is her mind, Her heart is so kind, She 'd chase away anyone's woe. Arline, our young stylist, you see, Gives style hints for dinner or tea, She makes our hearts sing With sport notes for Spring, Someday she'll demand a high fee. There is a tall lady named Ruth Who studies real hard-that's the truth, With History facts Her brain closely packs, And Works at the rest hand and tooth. If you cannot spell, Ginny read, This notion get into your head: If shorthand you 'd learn All Spellers could burn. That,s meant just for me, Ginny said. There is a gay maiden named Daisy WVho never could classed be as lazy, From morn until night Her eyes dance with light, Though sometimes her talking seems crazy There 's Paula galumphing around ln kid gloves of black-I'll be bound, The reason for these Don 't ask if you please, It's quite a sore spot We have found. Her name really should be Ker-Choo! We 're glad that it is not Boo-Hoo , For Barbara now Is alright-and how!! Our liking for her We'll ne'er rue. 77 1 N W, , , f N an 'IW 34, . ef..'2. 4L'g,, 'Tis Janet with kindliest soul Who sets for herself a high goal, No task is too great Or hour too late To keep her on our Honor Roll. B. Stover is one grand good friend, VVith all she will gladly unbendg VVith small she'll play Sticks, At parties she 'll mix YVith grown-ups and have fun no end. Our Evelyn's a joy a11d a pride, Her talents she may try to hide, But looking at her 'Twould always occur, ln her many fine deeds abide. Dot Stevens with twinkling eyes At gaining a pound almost dies, She's graceful at dancing, Her music's entraneing, But History tests bring the sighs. lt's B. Stone who knows everything Of Wally Simpson and the King, Absorbed i11 each tale, Relates without fail NVhere each is and why in the ring. There is a young lady called Willie lVho over Jack Tar is quite silly, VVhat he says she knows Wlhen 'tVVoof-VVoof he goes, He certainly likes his Aunt VVillie. Now here's to our one Genevieve, How tunes she makes we can't conceive, Why even the scales Are beautiful tales, A spell over us she can weave. 78 T' NN ,- U lp i ov' V. H Ili L tJ ' 'lt 1 ' -Ahh There 's Jacqueline Cross-oh my, no, She will not spend any more dough On stamps that come in, Tl1e price is a sin- lVell-maybe she'll take one or so. For crackers and pickles marked dill, It is Madge who will e'er foot the bill, Each week it's a bet Sheill buy some wave set, For curls she must make tit to kill. Zilita, so grave yet so gay, From Gray Court departed one day, But we kept her heart, 'Twas so from the start, And now she is back here to stay. There is a young lady named Joan, For horse jumping she is well knowng The cold wintry blast And snow flying fast From Joanie will ne'er bring a groan. A singer our Lydia 'll be, Her trilling goes far above U3 N. Eddy so tall Did her quite enthrallg She tries every note with much glee. Our Mona's a wonderful scout, NVhen skating you will hear her shout, f'lear out one and all I'm going to fall ! She needs the whole lake without doubt. There is a young lady so jolly, lVho thinks it's the height of all folly To sleep 'neath a sheet lVith eovered up feet, 'tAt dawn the hed's made, says gay Dolly 79 f X N ,- xv 1, My sh.. -f T ffvllr P. Smith-you are really a scream The way you get lost in a dream, You scatter the ink On green spread or pink, You like to be late, it would seem. Elizabeth, quiet and still, Can never quite get all her fill Of operas so long, With trilling of song, And yet she likes pickles of dill. There is a tall lady-Cecile, Who dances and prances a deal, With nose in the air And flower in hair, She scorns bedtime rules as unreal. Now Marcia's a lovable lass Who dotes on all music enmasseg Of stars she has met Fred Allen's the pet, A radio she cannot pass. Gillespie is the good last name Of Jean who is sporting and game, On horse she will ride Or sailboat will guide, On land or on sea it's the same. There is a young lady-Miss Weir, Who travels about in high gear, Some pounds she would gain, High honors attain, The two she will get-never fear. It's Marion Smith, tall and strong, Who chants and enjoys this strange song I've fever and chills, Please give me some pills, Her appetite proves that she's wrong. 80 rl Ju... There is a young lady-Jean Stone, Who scours up her plate like a boneg Yet never a pound To her clings aroundg She longs for the South's good corn We have with us now a great Joy Who never will any annoyg But sure it most right is She 'll have Hpencilitis ' ' g She eats them for mental alloy. It is Emmy Lou in our port Who's loyal to all at Gray Courtg No grumbles, no tears, No fussing or fearsg She certainly is a good sport. Our Rita looks really quite frail But laughter from her is a galeg And coconut ball She throws 'gainst the wall, Then strides through the snow, rain To Kitsy no tale's ever small, The plainest will always enthrallg Her imaginative powers 0'er everything towersg Her words roll along like a ball. When Study Hall rooms are a sight, It's Edith who works with a mighty A desk or a chair A book replaced thereg You 'll find her here 'most any night. There is a young lady whose name Will top the high ladder of fameg Our Martha's the one Who dearly loves fung But conquers all work just the same. 81 .l -Q 9 I 'ff' AMIX' V, L pone. or hail f xx N ff It's Sally who from New York hails, Its glory decidedly pales When Sally goes west Those places are best And airplanes must carry her mails. There's Romeo and Captain Blood, A dancer with fan and rosebudg It's really Monteen Dressed like those she 's seen, To earth We all come with a thud. We wonder what Cath'rine's thoughts As she sits and dreams, book ajar, Great giants in spats, Or plain dogs and cats, That send her mind iiying afar. Who is it at meals always wiggles? Could you ever guess by the giggles? Eek-eek, there's a car! Why Mary Ann Barr, So you are the one with the jiggles. Thcre's Helen who looks Very meek But into her eyes take a peek, The mischief that's there Will turn gray your hair And change all good English to Greek. Now Elva who tends t'ward the tall, Can never refuse food at ally Potatoes and meats, The spinach and beets, To plate after plate she will fall. There is a Sixth Grader named Grace Who has a round, jolly, young face: She 'd like school a lot If classes were not, This likeable, quaint Lady G race. 82 HTC xx Maxine ts fav'rite sayings are four- t'Oh, l've heard that same thing before My Mother is swell , My Sister's a belle , 'tl had that but not any more. Joanne who for last name has Rose, VVants curls on which to tie bows, That bright shining face, Eyes sparkling apace, Keep everyone upon her toes. Our Alice with eyes blue and round, Makes trips every day to the Sound, She wishes to ride Those billows so wide And Spring will find l1er swimming bound lt's Joan who collects as she goes, First fish, the11 it's stamps, then it's clothes, VVe hope she'll decide WVhich hobby to ride Ur we must move out as she grows. There is a young lady-Aileen, WVho's not ve1'y fat nor yet lean, From short to the tall, She'd regulate all, Such energy never was seen. Miss VVoodling whose nickname is Dart YVill certainly play on your heart, Her stamps are her joy, Some traders? Oh, boy! Uollecting with her is an art. ttllay l have a lift in your car T? NVe hear from the road where we are, lVith a lollypop cheek, Uarol looketh so meek, t There is none so sweet near or far. 83 Q3 it ' ' y n i. The wide eyes and long flowing hair Belong to young Frances so fair, Her mind skyward soars With musical scores, But Spelling is her bug-a-bear. Our Mary, no doubt, you have seen On some up-to-date magazine, For posing she goes, That tilt of her nose Will some day bring fame to this queen Carmela's as fine as a pearl And keeps all our heads in a whirl, She 's sunny and gay The whole live long day And always is helping some girl. There is a young lady named Ann, For old dolls she is a great fan, About them she knows, Exhibits at shows, Competing with lady or man. Young Muriel is quite the lass Who always wants school time to pass, So Jacks can hold sway, She'd play them all day, This bouncing and laughing young lass. 84 I 7 xx H N 3 fi f. Hifi, ' A-p lf Gray Court's Broadway Idiot's Delight . . . Brother Rat ,...4......, The Show Is On ..4...,.,. But for the Grace of God . . On Your Toes ..,....,,.. Tonight at 8:30 ..... Dead End .....t.... Red, Hot and Blue . .. Wingless Victory .... Reflected Glory ..... Eternal Road .... Anything Goes . . . Stage Door .... Boy Meets Girl ..... White Horse Inn .... Behind Red Lights . . , Awake and Sing ......... It Can't Happen Here .... Swing Your Lady ..... De-lovely ....,....... One in a Million ......... Pennies from H eaven ..... Fm in a Dancing Mood ,... The Way You Look Tonight Rap Tap on Wood ........ Tea on the Terrace ....,... 'Tain't Right ............. Foe Got Plenty of Nothing Plenty of Money afnd You . . One, Tico, Button Your Shoe After You'oe Gone ........ All Through the Night .,.. Beautiful Dreamer ..... Lonesoine for Horne . . . To Mary with Love ,... No Use Pretending .,.. You,'re All I Need ..., Gloria Lydia Christmas Play Seniors Pass Exams Madam Larrabee Bedtime Commencement Pep Meeting Basketball Series Hall Mirror High School In Study Hall Pantry Door Jacky and Gypsy Hatch's Daygirls trying to get to school on time Monday Morning Chorus A+ in History Class Dancing in the Living Room Miss Gray Miss Porter Allowances Madam Larrabee Commencement Night The Gong Lawn Parties Retakes After Vacations Our Fathers Joanne Rose Senior Class Before Exams Priscilla Smith Boarders Mary Wilsoii VVeek-end Alibis Passing Marks f xx - IJ was s f . , X s i Joiii the Party . ., ,,... ,,... Dicl You Meaii lt? ...,,.A,,,,... Keep that Twinkle in Your 131110 Make Believe Ballroom A.,.. . If'.s So Easy to Lose ....,..... Yoiihxe Tuwieal the Tables . . . . . I Feel Lilfe a Feather . . . . , TVO7.llflljCL Haife a Cap ofJaia with M You Can Tell She C'omes from Dixie lVith Thee I Swing . . . ....... . . . . Guess Who? .,..........i,...i..,, Speiwling Your Vacations iii Maine . Small Town Girl .........,...,,... ef.. Senior's Plea Honor Roll Miss Blockburger Anchorage Living' Assignments In Lunchroom Janet Givens Anchorage Mary Rose Scott Blvie and Dottie Hallowe'en Party Miss Grace Smith Virginia Gray What Would Happen If: The Seniors spent more time on French than History. Miss Grace Smith didn't lose her handkerchief. Everyone had her own assignment book. We all got on the Honor Roll. Janet suddenly found that she didn 't have peanut butter Jackie Tar didn't Want to go outside. We all didn't tease Jeannie Spalletta. We all had our book reports in ahead of time. We couldn't go home for week-ends. Jean and Mary Rose had no more magazines to read. Everyone had on her gym stockings for gym class. Gloria couldn't dance anymore. The mail man didn't bring us our mail. We had a quiet study-hall. There were no radio in t'Anchorage. Miss Blockburger ran out of original ideas. 86 Room for lunch lVhy WI15' VVhy VVhy VVhy lVhy 0 i. JBA.. We Wonder: Jean Spalletta won't tell the answer to her Priscilla is always late. Janet thinks Mondays are blue. riddle. no one claims the lost and found articles. the word station makes Ginny blush. nobody takes the best seat in the French Room. Mary Rose can't pronounce Massachusetts What Elinor knows about scruples. VVhy Jean Parry loves nature. lVl1y the Seniors have their own private dressing room for gym VVl1y Joan Dixon is being envied by all of us during the month of Wfhy May. lVl1y lVhy lVhy VVI1 y VVl1y VVI1 y Jean Spalletta likes mountain climbing. Gloria likes peanut butter so well. the Juniors always agree. so many unclaimed gym stockings are left in the locker-room Daisy likes Benny Goodman. the girls from Lunch Room are in a hurry to get downstairs The Perfect School My perfect school VVould be the one That bred good manners And taught us fun. The school that helped us lVhen we were down, lVl1ere teachers joined us lvlltbll we wanted to clown, lVhere we 'd always find friendships Of cvery sort. lVhore is this school? lVhy-here at Gray Court. 2-47 LYDIA TYN1-in -M4 , !..'j,4't f i neu, ,J y I., fgfgj if? QQ-bmi 'Dildo' Q Sally Brown to Gloria- Don't forget that I want a prescription to McCall's this year. Sally: Oh, I just finished the most wonderful book! Monteen: What's the name of it? Sally: 'A City of Two Tale-s,' by Charles Dickens. Mrs. Arnold in class to Joanne Rose: Listen to this poem and memorize it by next Monday. 'In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.' Joanne in class one week later: In 1492, Christmas Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Daisy: May I borrow your magnifying glass, Miss Porter, Iim looking for the Hague in France. Daisy: 4'Please Paula, you're driving me inane. Joan Stricker always has in the laundry pairs of Jim stockings. Daisy: Don't bother me. I'm in deep consultationf' fConcentra- tionj Mrs. Arnold: tfWho's making all that noise up there? Ruth: It's I, Mrs. Arnold. Everytime I squeak my bed moves. 88 s ' fl ill - 1 ' f'w'!' gs- 'f -ff .lbs HEARD IN PASSING: Yes, my mother makes all of my hats. She's in the Military busi- ness. In French the Past Definite is used for hysterical people. We wonder why Madge likes Crocodile Pears? Boners The people in that part of the state are i11 continual reverie. The propensity in the river was right near Tarrytown. I found myself among the more swankier places. The sky was a bright blue with a pink hue. Everything was in chaotic order. The purport of the child was all right. You should be benign like the rest of the girls. Oliver Cromwell overtook the government. C Instead of took over.l Jean Stone: I saw the boat sailing through the telescope. Our President is Franklin Delaware Roosevelt according to Jean Stone. 89 ,, 6' f n , , ,, af ., fd l -, i ii vegq ,, tt t - at 'rl S ' WW- Rx' it Q mi 'lil ul tags. Qffm 1' t 1 ' is gtltlll h e ' fx' .rf i A .. tv i Over the Teaeups Mary Barrett, '36, entered Marymount College at Tarrytown, N. Y., and is specializing' in Art and is Secretary of her class, getting along wonderfully well. Dorothy Eayer, '36, is attending: Randolph-Nlaeon College at Lyneliburg, Va., and enjoying her work very much. Has been elected to Alpha Delta Pi. Barbara Fox and Marion Hamill, '36, have just been enjoying each 0ther's society and the world in general this year, but Bobbie hopes to enter Randolph-lllaeon next Fall. Mary Parmenter, '36, secured a position with her home church in Hutlalo immediately upon her return after graduation and is still at it. Lucille Shine, '36, entered Katharine Gibbs School in New York City continuing her secretari al studies and has been working very hard. Dorothy Malatesta, '35, is still living in California. She had ex- pected to enter Oklahoma State College last Fall, but her plans had to be changed and she attended a business college in California instead. SFU f' Gi 1 AU Louise Mathews, '35, did not return to college last Fall, but spent the months up to Christmas in California, and since then has been in Florida. Golf of course, was uppermost in her mind Cplaying on Bobby Jones' Coursel and she played in the Sarasota Championship, and reached tl1e :finals with the champion. June Melville, '35 tMrs. Wm. J. Minsch Jr.l is living in Cam- bridge, Mass., this year as her husband is attending Harvard Law School. June is using up her spare time taking a Secretarial Course. Lois Mclntyre, '35, is working hard at the Grand Central Art School. Last summer she won the Sound sailing championship for her class. Margaret Parry, '35, was graduated from the Katharine Gibbs Secretarial School in New York City last June, and now has a nice posi- tion in Stamford. Margaret Dodge, '34, still has her fine secretarial position and is planning to be married in the near future. Marjorie Burrelle, '33, has a very nice position in the Appleton- Century Co. Dorothy and Henrietta Herck, '33, have been living in New York City this year, but are rather expecting to return to Canada to live. Katherine Mapp, '33, has been back here at Gray Court with us all year, taking charge of Study-Hall and looking after the afternoon games for the Lower School. Adele Spalletta, '33, is continuing in the nursing profession. Dorothy Sterling, '33, was married 011 December 31, 1936, to Mr. James P. Marco, and is now living at Baldwin, Long Island, N. Y. Ruth Coleman, '32, has been in Hollywood since last August and is making quite a success in pictures. Mr. Zukor of Paramount re- gards her as one of the most promising ingenues now working in Holly- wood. Marjorie Eberhardt, '32, was graduated from Barnard last June, and this year is doing special work in Hygiene at Wellesley and ex- pects to get her degree of Master of Science next year. Barbara Harding, '32, has been assisting in the Girl Scout Worlz at the Glenbrook Church and also in her father's office. Betty and Lou Mead, '32, will be graduated from Connecticut State College this June. Betty hopes to go into horticultural line, either in florist or landscape work, while Lou is planning to take up professional Girl Scouting. 91 AB L Dorothy Pickens, '32 fMrs. Merton Durfreej has a son born last Fall. Frances Reaves, '32, has gone back to Florida where she has a sec- retarial position. Grace Woodworth, '32, is still living in New London. Marion Coleman, '31, has a position in New York City and living at the Three Arts Club. Frances Hawkes, '31 QMrs. Barton Boltonj has a young son, Bar- ton, who is more than keeping her hands quite full at present. Ruth Paulsen, '30, is moving this month with her family into the new house which they have built at Fair Haven, N. J. Ann Brewer, '29 CMrs. A. H. Clistl still lives in New York City and is still managing editor of Art News -but just at present is much occupied with a few weeks old son. Frances Colton, '29 fMrs. Carl Buettnerj is very busy with two small sons-Jack is now five years old, while young Teddy is five months. Marjorie Kunkle, '29, continues to live in Mt. Vernon, but several days a week is doing clerical work at her father's office in New York City. Mona Jarrett, '29, has a very fine secretarial position in New York City and spends all her fair Sundays at the airport taking lessons towards acquiring a private pilot's license. Doreen Laurie, '29 QMrs. M. S. Noffsingerj is still living in Roa- noke, Va., and last September a small daughter was born to her. Her sister, Winifred, '29, is living in New Rochelle. Ruth Pritchard, '29, was married last August to Valentine M. Esel- groth and they are now living in Stamford. Emily Strawn, '29, is living in Larchmont and has announced her engagement and is planning to be married sometime very soon now. Doris Happy, '28, is at home, but busy with various Art projects. Cards have just been received announcing the marriage of Betty Shaw, '28, to Ford Rodman Carter, Jr., on May Sth at her home in Bay City, Michigan. Betty Happy, '26, plans to continue the management of the Kath- mere Inn, Old Greenwich, which has been most successful in the past summers. Rosamond Ryals, '26, has moved to Whitestone Landing, but is still commuting to New York. 92 f N xx ' in y A.. .,g.J,, f -ik Eleanor Jones, '25 QMrs. B. S. Tipplej has now a second small son to keep her busy. Lucy Oldrin, '24 tMrs. Kenneth Yeatonj has been much occupied with her Church and Concert work. Sally Dodson, '24 QMrs. Harry Dykmanj has now a small Sally born last November to keep young Diane company. She lives such a busy life, she only very occasionally gets away from New Haven. Helen Lowenbutt, '24 fMrs. Lawrence Scharpesj is so far west- living in Los Angeles, that we seldom see her, but her two youngsters are getting quite sizable. Margaret Dodson, '23 fMrs. Wm. H. Clark, Jr.j says she is doing nothing in particular-but we think managing a home and taking care of two active children is a lot. Dorothy Muller, '23, is still very busy in her work at Conde Nast -and her music. She had a radio audition this winter and has been promised the opportunity to sing at Andre Kostalanetz hour. Wilhelmina Frost, '22 QMrs. George A. Vaughan, J r.J is now living in Palmer, Mass. She writes that her daughter Priscilla is now a big girl, in the 6th Grade and very interested in the Girl Scouts. Of the remaining Alumnae, we have not heard, as they seem to be scattered to the four winds-even as far as Japan and J ava. 93 fi M lf f AIMS. i M Calendar Sept. 24-Gray Uourt is again ready for another year and started in today to receive some early arrivals. Sept. 26-The early birds celebrated Joan Stricker's eleventh hirthday today and was she surprised! Sept. 29-After four months of quiet and rest, Gray Oourt was once again stirred to life by the arrival of all the old a11d new boarders. Sept. 30-There was much confusion and laughter as the Day girls congregated with the Boarders to start another year of work. Our spare time was spent in relating to each other the summer's events. Oct. 1-We all became acquainted with o11e another and the teach- ers as we proceeded from class to class. There was much excitement in Gym as we all enjoyed ourselves by playing either basketball or tennis. Oct. 3-Our first Saturday here-but we Boarders could not re- sist going to the movies. Oct. 5-Our horseback riders we11t for their first canter with Mrs. Self, in New Oanaan, this afternoon. Oct. 6-There were votes and cheers as our Gray and Gold captains and cheerleaders were elected. Oct. 7-Our first step towards the making of the Point Log was the sale of delicious apples. Oct. 9-Miss Katherine Mapp, a graduate of the Olass of '33, paid us a visit this afternoon. t'Willie has a birthday! Many happy returns to you Willie. Oct. 15-Birthday greetings to Mary Wilson, very many of them. Oct. 30-Miss Gray gave us a very entertaining Hallowe'en Party in the HGYIIIH tonight. Elizabeth McDermott was awarded the prize for the prettiest costume. Two clowns, who had aroused everyone's atten- tion, proved to be Miss Mott and Miss Wilson, when all masks were re- moved. Several classes gave skits which were very amusing, and the Seniors served the refreshments. Nov. 14-Today is the Senior birthday, but we are waiting to hold our celebration tomorrow. Nov. 2-The Seniors celebrated their birthday by driving to the Spinning Wheel, in Redding Ridge, for luncheon. Miss Gray, Miss Porter, and Miss Blockburger were their guests of honor. 9-1 f xx -- 4 an . ai fi ' 4' 'A' I ' I Nov. 3-The Juniors challenged the Seniors in basketball. The Seniors won by a score of 32-22. Nov. 6-The Seniors played the Sophomores in basketball, and won again by a score of 30-22. Genevieve took her turn in having many happy birthdays. Nov. 12-The Economics Class took a trip to New York City, es- corted by Miss Grace Smith and Miss Helen Smith. After having lunch- eon at Schrafft's they made a tour of the Stock Exchange, then visited Hayden's Planetarium and ended the day with dinner at the Pickwick Hotel. They are now quite capable of buying their ow11 stocks CTU. The Sophomores played the Freshmen in basketball, and the Sophomores wo11. Nov. 13-The Seniors gave their first party for the year book this afternoon with an out-of-door Treasure Hunt. We all considered ourselves true out-door girls when the party ended after several hours of great fun. Nov. 18-Today is the J uniors' birthday and they are celebrating with a dinner at the 'tPiccadilly, with Miss Grace Smith as their guest of honor, after which they will see The Charge of the Light Brigade. Nov. 24-Our Thanksgiving Vacation starts today. Nov. 29-School re-opens after a short time at home. Great was our surprise to find that Miss Gray and Miss Blockburger had returned from their trip to Canada and were waiting to welcome us back. Nov. 30-The volley ball series started today. Come on Grays and Golds !! The final result was a victory for the Grays with a score of 6-3. Dec. 9-The annual Senior Fair was held today, and much to our delight proved very successful. Quite a number of our alumnae were present. Dec. 13-Kitsie gets the birthday songs this time. Dec. 15-VVhat a surprise for Martha tonight! Tomorrow is her birthday, but as there will be so many things happening then, for it will be our Christmas Play night, Martha just knew she could not have her celebration and she was such a good sport about it that Miss Gray put the birthday cake and cream on for tonight. You should have seen Martha's eyes! Dec. 16-The night of the Christmas plays has come and is actually gone. VVe have rehearsed so often and so long and now it is over in such a short time. The play was really an operetta adapted from Charles Dickens' 'tChristrnas Carol and under the direction of Mrs. Abell for 95 . qi, 1 d 'B ah., the musical side and Mrs. Woodling for the dramatics was a most de- lightful affair. The new special scenery added much to our pleasure and we all tried to give of our very best. Dec. 17-The girls of the lower grades were entertained at Anchorage this afternoon with a real Christmas party, i11cludi11g a tree and all the holiday decorations, and everyone seemed to have a most delightful time. . . This evening at 7:30, Miss Gray entertained the rest of the school with her usual jolly dinner party. We always look forward to this din- ner, and consider it one of our very happiest of all occasions. Of course all Gray Court of the present year attended twe wouldn't miss it for anythingl and very many graduates of past years were here also, in fact ten former classes were well represented. As usual each girl found at her place a handsome gift fprice ten centsl which caused much hilar- ity and which the singing of many class and school songs continued. After the dinner, there was a delightful program of songs by Lucy Cldrin Yeaton, and charming readings by Mrs. Woodling a11d some of her pupils and also by Mrs. Arnold. Dec. 18-Cur Christmas vacation starts today. Early this morning the Anchorage girls arose and went out into the frosty air and sang carols to the Gray House girls, who then joined them to sing to the girls of Sunset. All three sets of girls then came around and sang the various carols under Miss Gray's window, and each was then rewarded with a lucky penny. J an. 5-After a very eventful vacation, we all returned to another stretch of school. Jan. 13-Sally returned from her trip to California, and she was bubbling over with news from Hollywood, which we all took in with much pleasure. Jan. 15-The Seniors gave a make believe party which was a great success as the smaller children dressed as grown-ups and the older girls dressed as tiny-tots. Jan. 21-Much to the distress of all of us, Bobbie Gibney was com- pelled to part with her appendix this morning. Jan. 27-Rita has a birthday. How these birthdays do come along. J an. 28-Dolly Rouse followed in Bobbie's footsteps, and also un- derwent an operation for appendicitis. Our much-worried-over exams started today. 96 V ' xx ,- - v CQ .Xg,, . . ., 'f.,'j', i Jan. 29-Mrs. Eselgroth tPritchie to usj invited the Senior Class to 'tTea at her charming new apartment. We all had such a wonder- ful time that we hated to leave. Feb. 2-Exams are over at last, and we are all hoping that we did well. Feb. T-Madge's turn now for a happy birthday. Feb. 8-Today we started the Schlag series. Feb. 12-This afternoon the Seniors gave a most delightful and successful Valentine party for the whole school. Feb. 17-There was much excitement tonight as the Juniors and Seniors dressed themselves to withstand the frosty air-which they would encounter while skating at Bartlett's Pond in North Stamford. It was a happy adventure, in spite of the many spills. Feb. 18-This afternoon the Music Club under the direction of Mrs. Abell, met for the first time this year. Meanwhile the Sophomores had great fun as they went skating at Bartlett's Pond. Feb. 27-Today Mrs. Abell escorted some of her music class in to the City to hear Lucia di Lammermoorn with Lily Pons, at the Metro- politan Opera House. The girls returned most enthusiastic. Mar. 2-Dottie Stevens is the recipient of todayts birthday greet- ings. Mar. 3- Anchorage was full of gay chatter and laughter this afternoon as the Senio1's entertained the Faculty and girls at a Tea, Marcia celebrated her fourteenth birthday this evening. Happy birthday to you. Mar. 4-Today the Economics Class, accompanied by Miss Grace Smith, visited the Fidelity Title and Trust Company, and now they all know how to go about their bank affairs tflj. Mar. 6-Today Mrs. Abell escorted another group of her music pu- pils in to hear La Traviata at the Metropolitan. From the girls' ac- count, it was not only a lovely opera but also a wonderful occasion. Mar. 8--Much to everyo11e's pleasure, Dr. Floyd S. Leach, of N oro- ton, gave us a very interesting talk on Stamps and Stamp Collecting this afternoon. Every girl who owned a stamp album was right there on the front row with it firmly clutched to her. I think that our collec- tions beeame of even more importance to us than ever before and we are all eager to acquire a perfect collection. 97 f 45 -Qg' ' .sn..i JL. Mar. 10-Lower School Schlag series started, and after a long and hard fought battle the final result was a score of 7-5 in favor of the Grays. Mar. 12-Today is Jeanie Spalletta's birthday, she is all of seven- teen years old. Happy birthday, Jeanie. The Sophomores gave a comedy entitled t'Rooms to Let, and they proved themselves to be very good actresses, and we are very proud of them. Mar. 16-The whole school including also various of our parents were entertained by the Berleley Puppet Theatre, who, under the direc- tion of Florence Lowe, gave The Prince and the Pauperf' Everyone was fascinated by the beauty of the scenery and costumes, and were overjoyed at the reality of the puppets. Mar. 17-Today the Sophomores celebrated their birthday by driv- ing to Darien where they saw Lloyd's of London, and later went for refreshments. Miss Gray, Miss Porter, and Mrs. Sommers were their guests of honor. Mar. 18-A dark cloud has just crossed our sunny hours. Our beloved teacher, Miss Kathleen Day, who left us last June to take a college position, was killed today in an automobile accident. Mar. 18-Our Spring vacation starts, but it seems to us as if it were still Winter. Mar. 30-After our vacation, we returned today with vim and vigor for the following two months of school. To our surprise we found that Miss Gray had again. gone off for a trip, taking Miss Blockburger with her. It surely does seem strange when they are not around. Mar. 31-The Gold Team won the Schlag series today with a score of 7-5. Both teams fought bravely to the very end. Apr. 3--The Anchorage girls were hostesses at a real homelike party this afternoon, which was held to entertain everyone as there will be no trips to town during the epidemics in Stamford. Both the Faculty and the girls enjoyed themselves playing various games. Kick-It was the main attraction, being a new game which Ginnie Gray's father sent up to us. Mr. Gray certainly gets a great 'big vote of thanks for the many happy hours he has given us. Apr. 8-Happy Birthday to you-Ginnie dear. Apr. 10-The Gray House girls were hostesses for this Saturday party which was a jolly affair, and everyone had a gay time. 98 I N. N- ,- 'N -L -Qu , W ' a n April 11--This morning at breakfast we all received a thrilling sur- prise, namely, Miss Gray and Miss Blockburger came back on the early train from Canada. VVe had missed them so much! Apr. 16-The Freshmen gave an exciting Jack Tournament this afternoon. We got along very well considering that we had been practicing ahead of time. Very charming prizes were awarded to the winners. Apr. 17-Another Saturday and this time the Sunset girls were the ones to whom the entertainment of the others fell-and did they all have a good time. I'll say they did! All these Saturdays have been so enjoyable and different. ' Apr. 18-This evening the birthday cake with eighteen candles went to Gloria. April 20-Elva is next with an assortment of candles, all of thir- t6611. Apr. 21-The Eighth Grade put on a play The Mystery of the One S-cent, written and produced by Mrs. Arnold. The plot was based on the so-called murder of the Gray Court historian, and proved very amusing. Delicious refreshments were served after the play. Apr. 24-This afternoon the Seventh Grade, the Juniors, and the Freshmen were invited to a Barn Party at Sagamore Farm. The party started with a hayride from the School to the Farm. Once there, the girls enjoyed a baseball game, horseback riding, archery, and so on. When they returned they reported the best time they had had for ages. W'e know they will remember this occasion for a long time to come. Apr. 26-Genevieve Ursillo, our very talented pianist, gave us a very marvelous recital this afternoon. The music she played entirely from memory and was a wide selection, ranging from the classical down to the modern. We are all so proud of her. May 3-The Seniors have presented to the School an electric Grandfather clock. As it chimes every quarter hour, all have their ears cocked now, listening for the time for Study-hall to be over. May 4-The Seniors had a brand new scheme today with which to honor the Sophomores, their sister class. This was a progressive party. Early this afternoon they all went over to Old Greenwich, to Binney Park, and played tennis for an hour, after which they went for a long ride through the country. Then they had a progressive supper, first go- ing to Elinor's house in High Ridge and then back to Dolly's house on 9 9 7 xx .1 it ' 'Wg' has 'M' f f ,'t' -lub Glenbrook Road. The Sophomores said it was the best time they had ever had and tl1e Seniors certainly were glad to hear that, and in turn they can say the Sophomores are a delightful class to entertain. May 5-The Juniors and Freshmen had a co-operative party to- day in each other's honor. They took the ferry boat over to Oyster Bay and visited Theodore Boosevclt's grave and the bird sanctuary. They had a picnic lunch which they thoroughly enjoyed, and came back with smiles and laughter so that proves without anyone asking that they had a marvelous time. It was an original idea, and very clever, we thought. May 8-This morning the Sophomores took out the Seniors, who had no idea where they were going. And were they surprised and happy when they turned into Zilita's driveway in Fairfield, Connecticut. They had a superb time, cooking their food out of doors in the woods, and playing Badminton, basketball, deck tennis, and wound up with a Usearch party through the woods. The search was a most interesting event, as we were asked to go all through tl1e quite extensive grounds and discover the many names of very famous people which were written on the rocks, in a cave, and so on. Gloria and Betsy were awarded prizes for the search. The drive both ways was most delightful. May 10-We started the out-door basketball series today. In the Lower School the Golds won the Kick-ball series. This afternoon we were entertained by a short but Very interest- ing recital given by the music club. May 12-Tonight at dinner everyone was so surprised! A birthday cake appeared most unexpectedly. Mary Ann was the recipient, just a day ahead of time, for tomorrow we will all be too busy to have enjoyed it. May 13-This evening various members of the school presented the annual Spring plays under the direction of Mrs. VVoodling. The older girls gave The Nine Lives of Emilyl' which was extremely en- tertaining and most amusing and all the girls were surely most admir- able actresses-each one seemed so completely fitted to her part. 'tThe Sentimental Scarecrow given by the younger children was a very quaint, charming, yet amusing little play, and wonderfully well acted by the children. May 14-This morning we began to realize that the end of school is in sight, for the marching down the stairs has begun. May 18-Tonight Betsy gave a dinner at the Roger Smith in honor of the Seniors and Miss Gray, Miss Porter, Miss Blockburger, 100 ss , ,,. Q-QL I W ' lr ., tl' 'L' it fl-I D!!! 'U and Mrs. Arnold, and afterward she took us all to the Movies. VVe surely had a most wo11derful time. May 19-This afternoon the Music Club gave their annual Gar- den Party for the entertainment of both the Faculty and the girls. t'The Blue Danube and HA Summer's Day written by Miss Porter's father, were sung by the ensemble. Dorothy and Lydia sang a duet 'WVhen Twilight VVeaves, and Sally gave a solo dance. Refreshments were served on the terrace and in the gardens. The Club also presented very beautiful flowers to Mrs. Abell. May 20-Miss Porter, our advisor for the Point Log, invited the Point Log staff to go for a ride. On and on we went-not knowing where we were going-up through Ridgefield-on through Danbury and finally on to the New Milford Road and then we turned in at the VVhite Turkey where we had all wanted to go for a long time. After having t'Tea', we wandered all around the place, examining everything to be seen and finally tore ourselves away, and so returned to school. May 21-Evelyn, here's to you, and heartiest good wishes for your birthday. May 25-Our finals have started!! WVe are all praying for the best. May 28-What a full day! Exams are finally over-we hope! Then it is Mary Rose's birthday, happy greetings to you M. R., and next it is the night of Miss Gray's lawn party with supper on the South lawn. This we always so much enjoy. VVhy are suppers out of doors so extra good. VVell-we sure did have one good time. June 1-Commencement ! Z June 2-We are all very sad as we say our fond farewells to one and all. 101 ri 7 xx I - A H ff 44. 5. 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ABELL ROSALIND FOSTER ABELL Pianoforte and Vocaf fnstruction Steinway Hall Gray Court 113 West 57th St. Stamford, Conn New york City Compliments of THE CLASS OF 1939 I 'v NN .ff ,I ,. A HH' Q. .fl ff. ff, 51 Autugraphs 7x X- xx - ' ,U 'MXL Ju., .,fgf, , -fhfipfw Autngraqphs