Hamden Hall Country Day School - Perennial Pine Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1949 of Hamden Hall Country Day School, with complete lack of possessions - mental and material - do this first day of April, 1949, hereby present our Last Will and Testament, bequeathing the following items: First, to Mrs. Westerheldz Item: A lifetime supply of lime Lifesavers to sustain her fourth year Latin students Second, to Miss Stewart: Item: A strong yearbook staff to lean upon in the winter of 1950. Third, to Mr. Fauver: Item: Catalogs and applications to America's 1688 colleges. Fourth, we make the following bequests: 1. To Henry Edwards: Ray Blakeslee's box of Wheaties so he will be American Boy. 2. To Geraldine Kusterer: Jim Cave's alarmclock. 3. To Pete Fiskio: Jack Cronan's Cronanigans. l 4. To Sylvia Olson: Bob Davidson's perfect attendance record. 5. To Jim McKinster: Glen Furbish's auto gadgets. 6. To Alan Wright: Helmuth Krauses briefcase. 7. To Mayril Fowler: Loel Kaiser's mad passion for peanut butter. 8. 9. 10. 1 l. 12. To joy Davis: Lois Hall's attentive daydreaming. To Norma DeWolf: Sally Nichols's envelopes for her clippings. To Nelwyn Chaney: Tom Roche's lilibustering talents. To Lise Ore: Evelyn Rademacher's pretzels. To Esther Sloarman: Sue Wagner's startling scientific mentality. 13. 14. 1 5. 16. 17. 18. 19. To Tom Campbell: Fola Schaeffer's safety pin. To Anneliese Kluthki: Victor Richer's seat at the organ. To Barbara Halbing: Beverly Tata's confusing questions. To Freeman Sleeper: Joyce Slater's odes. To Carol Rice: Margie Wilkes's hyperbolic fabrications. To Nancy Dejon: Spanish III leaves El Sombrero de Tres Picosf' twenty-three To Carolyn Pierpont: The senior girls leave Margie Wilkes's locker. the next A11

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MARJORIE JANE WILKES Harte thee, nymph, and bring with thee jert and Youthful jollityf' A flutter of eyelashes, a pixie grin, a sudden flush of color, and we know only too well we are about to hear the latest Wilkes adventure thriller! No matter what has to be done, Margie is always willing to help, whether it be collecting money or taking charge of properties for the Shakespearean play, or listening to our myriad troubles. We know her friends at college will appreciate her carefree spirit and pleasant com- pany as much as we have. SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS Prerzdent Thomas Roche Vice-Prefident - Loel Kaiser Secretary Lois Hall Trearnrer - John Cronan Student Connczl Reprerentutiiuex Beverly Tata Raymond Blakeslee twenty-two

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CLASS PROPHECY -1949 Rushing out of my plush-covered office, and into my waiting helicopter, I ordered my pilot to drive me to 1108 Whitney Avenue. It was hard work being editor of the Wagner Daily News, but this was one job I didn't want to miss, a write-up of the dedica- tion of the new Hamden Hall gymnasium. My society editor needed the day off anyway, and it was going to seem good to be writing for Hamden Hall after thirty years. As the helicopter landed on the roof of the school's main building, I could see the glorious mass of architecture nearby. I noticed two important-looking men, both tall, one with graying hair, who were carefully polishing an already spotless piece of marble. I immediately knew that they were the proud engineers of the beautiful masterpiece- my old friends, jim Cave, and jack Cronan. Upon entering the ofhce I heard a pleasant voice speaking to someone on the tele- phone. Yes, this is Miss Nichols. I've been waiting for that order of soft lead pencils for two months. I've used up my last gross. Will it be possible to get some with erasers? Thank you, good-by. After a few moments of pleasant reminiscences, Sally and I walked over to the gymnasium, where the stage show and dedication services were to be held. As we arrived at the door, we heard a sudden ear-piercing scream, and as we rushed in we saw a slight, dark-haired woman suddenly pick up a knife, and with another shriek, stab herself, and fall to the floor. I gasped in horror and rushed to the stage, when the corpse suddenly arose from the dead and shouted to a would-be actress, That's the way the scene should be done, and that's the way I want it! Scream, don't yap! I should have known no one else could scream like Joyce Slater, but this time she was directing the Hamden Hall Dramatic Club. She looked very busy, and I decided to speak to her after the performance. The auditorium began to lill up, and I noticed a distinguished lady with glasses seating herself. She kept peering at the people around her and shaking her head sadly. Why, it's Evelyn Rademacher! Dr. Rademacher, B.S., M.A., Ph.D., D.D.S., Sally replied, one of the most eminent psychiatrists of New Haven, Connecticut. As I started towards her, I noticed an attractive woman bounding across the aisle calling, Dr. Rademacher, Dr. Rademacher! Why, Margie Wilkes, how are you? I haven't seen you since that session in my office about three years ago. Oh, Evelyn, I have a terrible problem! Could I have an appointment with you? It's about my son. I don't know what to do! The boy exaggeratesln Well, bring him down to my office next week and I'll speak with him. twenty-four