Hartridge School - Tempora et Mores Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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fashionable short skirts. he eight girls who entered then and are still with you are Elizabeth Embry, your class artist; and Mary Churchill Jungbluth, known for her winning manners, both from Louisville; the ‘Alices,”’ one of the soft voice and the other of striking appearance; your quietest and most studious member, Laura Warfield; and the peppy tri- umvirate, Nellie Dickinson, India Pickett and Marjorie Harbison. Many of you excelled in hockey and tennis, and your basketball team defeated all the teams except the invincible Seniors. In the fall Marjorie Harbison was admitted into the Dramatic Society, of which fact you were very proud. But as the greatest season of the year is always Spring, that Spring was no exception to the rule. After many dark hints on the part of the Seniors, you gave their class a delicious spread which, it seemed to me, as an interested spectator, you enjoyed as much as the Seniors. Next came the Fair and the privilege of running the candy table, and now and then tasting the candy to be sure it was quite good enough to sell. You made $193 at this table and helped greatly to swell the total. Soon June was ushered in by the Shakespearean play, 4 Midsummer Night’s Dream. Many of you had parts in this, and Laura Butterfield, as Titania, and Marjorie Harbison, as Helena, especially distinguished themselves. Finally graduation day confronted you. As it always falls to the lot ot the Juniors to decorate the auditorium for the graduation exercises, and the June dance that night, you exerted yourselves to the utmost, even to the extent of getting up at six in the morning and beginning work. I will leave the result of your efforts to be judged by those girls who graduated and also to those who came to the June Dance, for an old man like myself is unable to judge about such things. However, one thing I do know is that you vastly improved your ship that year and that it looked especially festive the night of the Athletic Banquet. At last you came to the culmination of your hopes, your Senior year. You started it with a weighty air, conscious of all your responsibilities and privileges. But soon your cares ceased to oppress you, and you revelled in your advantages, such as an extra week-end, Senior tea, and walking from Oakwood to the day-school alone in the mornings. The first event of importance was the election of your class officers, Julia Keedy, presi- dent; Marjorie Harbison, vice-president; and Laura Butterfield, secretary- treasurer. Then came Dramatic tryouts, after which Alice Knox, India Pickett and Annabel Lombard were taken into the Society. During the Page 31

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a my children, it did my heart good to see your beaming faces! And again, at your first June Dance, the few of you who went seemed to enjoy your- selves thoroughly. How little and unsophisticated you seemed to be going to dances, for I never can get used to how quickly the younger generation grows up now. As every year the membership of a class changes, only Dorothy Blancke, your president that year and the next, and Laura Butter- field, who has held many class offices during your five years, are in your class now, who were in it then. Freshman year Julia Keedy, your president Junior and Senior years, Charlotte Nichols and Kathryn Verlenden, the Katzengamer Twins, and Jeannette Strong, known for her sweet disposition, entered your class. The three events worthy of note this year are, first, that after the school play Alcestis, in which most of you took minor parts, Laura Butterfield was taken into the Dramatic Society; second, you made $73 on your table at the Fair; and third was the jolly spread that you and the Sophomores had together in the spring. Also, for the first time, you organized a class team, which was defeated in all its games. Of your present class, Annabel Lombard entered the next year, and Marion Drake, who had been in the school from the Elementary on, transferred, and joined you. By this time, you had settled down a bit and set to work in earnest. In the fall, several of you made the hockey team, and during the winter your keenest interest was your basketball team. The team won two victories for you over the first and second Academics, but was unfortunately defeated by the Juniors and Seniors. Then spring came with its excitement over the Fair and over Shaw’s play, Cesar and Cleopatra, which the Dramatic Society gave. Most of you were in the play, and the few of you who had speaking parts did your- selves proud. I know, my children, as I came down from my cliffs that night and heard every word of it. That year you had the refreshment table at the Fair, which is, perhaps, the most attractive looking but the most difficult to make money on. Gertrude Fearing was the president of your class and with the hearty co-operation of all of you, she managed the table very capably. In fact you made an even hundred dollars, which was more than had been made at that table previously. This year is greatly to your credit. When the fall of Junior year arrived, you were every inch upper class- men, in spite of your ridiculously young appearance, given to you by the Page 30

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winter your interest was again centered in basketball, and this year your team was rewarded by conquering all the other teams. What’a joyful day that was for you! It almost made up for your defeat at hockey, the previous fall. And now that the joyful but busy season of Spring has rolled around again, you have a new addition to your class, for Helen Palmer, a lovable girl from New Orleans, a short time ago was transferred to your class from the Juniors. As you are the oldest class in the school, and many of your members have been elected to positions of great responsibility, the most important activities, such as Field Day, the Banquet, and Shaw’s play, Androcles and the Lion, lie in your hands. But as these events and many others are yet to come, I cannot record them here. However, graduation day, that happiest day for the Seniors, and sad- dest one for the fleet, is still to come. For every year, after the graduation exercises, the radiant Seniors go down to the wharf, and midst wild excite- ment board their class vessel which is festooned with every kind and color of flower. Then after an impressive ceremony, the vessel leaves the rest of the fleet and sails off into uncharted seas. When you come to this moment in your career, may your ship cut the water with all the grace and dignity of a true battleship. And as you skim over the sea of life in your class vessel of influence, honor, and friend- ships, may you reflect upon the gleaming sands of your schooldays, forget the cliffs of exams, and many times come back to visit the town of Plainfield. TANG Nag, aba Miss Wells: ‘This new theory of the single tax will solve the taxation problem.” Li b: ‘But it seems to me all the bachelors would get married.” When Hay meets Hedges, what a rural scene! Tuttle: “Are your problems checked ?”’ Green: “No, striped!”