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

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C 3 xdmo iQ,',,,.,, , y X Wsauea.3lQ.e-D.hln1l' Uwxlt.. Aww, Waiysysunr wil' x.1kl:u.CSmqe,.U.H, ELIZABETH ANN WHITEHEAD E, A. 1340 Watchung Avenue Plainiield. N. I. Entered 1939 Smith Favorite expression: What do I do now? Usual occupation: Looking innocent Pet aversion: Pin-striped suits and what goes in them Saving grace: Complexion. A tall, teetering tower of history ref- erence books, swaying precariously off balance on shiny handle bars, is seen being laboriously pedaled by two small moccasin shod feet up the Oakwood driveway. Peering over the edge, chin thrust forward in an agon- ized Boy - how - l'd - swear - if-I-weren't such-a-lady look, puffing with what might be called slightly rapid respira- tion, we have our I-lartridge saving grace. Yes, friends, meet E. A., whose chief ambition is to spend a long morning in bed before relapsing into a tub of luxurious, soft, pink bubbles at the late start of her self-designed day of doing just what she wants, when she wants, and most important if she wants to do it. ' 32 Y Q I Class Hockey '39, '40, '41, '42, '43, Class Basketball '41, '42, '43, Var- sity Hockey '43, Glee Club '40, '4l, '42, Glee Club librarian '43, Art Club '42, '43, Dramatic Club '42, '43, Council representative '42, Secretary-treasurer of Aca- demic '43, Athletic representa- tive '43, Annual board '43. PAGE SEVENTEEN

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I IIII II IIIIIIIIIIIII I llllllll Class Hockey '40, '41, '42, '43, Green Hockey '40, '41, '42, '43, Varsity Hockey '41, '42, '43, Class Basketball '40, '41, '42, '43, Green Basketball '40, '41, '42, '43, Var- sity Basketball '40, '41, '42, '43, Varsity Baseball '40, '41, '42, '43, Glee Club '42, '43, Dramatic Club '42, '43, Art Club '43, An- nual Board '43, Library Commit- tee '42, '43, President Athletic Association '43, Athletic Repre- sentative '40, Captain of Green Team '42, Glee Club Treasurer '43, I IIIIIIIIIIII I I llllll ll I I UI IIIIIIIIIIII I I ll Il BARBARA LOUISE WEIGEL Wiggle, Nickie Inman Avenue Plainfield. N. I. Entered 1940 Skidmore Favorite expression: Oh, honestly. Usual occupation: Running errands for papa. Pet aversion: Bowling Saving grace: 1-lair. Seven seniors suppress choked gasps as we hear a well-meaning, in- dulgent dowager refer to Wiggle, our bundle of smouldering T.N.T. in a shapely skirt and sweater, as a sweet, blue-eyed reserve of innocence. We glare menacingly at her, sitting de- murely, hands folded, in a corner. That couldn't possibly have been a note she smuggled behind her back, could it? And, come to think of it, didn't the swish that efficiently whisked a sec- ond plate of ice cream from under Mrs. Martin's watchful eye bear a striking resemblance to Barbara? Having watched smooth perform- ances in all forms, are we to believe that her caging ability is confined solely to the basketball court? And by the way, maybe you didn't know she was a potential bowling cham- pion. lust wait till some one leads her to the right alleyl IIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII II ll I I I II I Ill I IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIII Illllllllllllllllllllll Illlllllllll II I I PAGE SIXTEEN

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CLASS PRQPI-IECY Homesick N. Y. C. tourists in Tuscon, Arizona, longing for a touch of Ye Olde Home Towne, flock optimistically to beckoning lights on the black hori- zon. Expectantly leaping up glass brick steps, they pause briefly as chro- mium-trimmed, transparent doors swing inwards, directed by the beam of a hidden electric eye. Forth glides the former Mary Quarles, the eminent brain surgeon, slimly svelt, having finally built up the necessary will power. For our fortunate intruders Have stumbled on one of the fortnightly dances spon- sored by Doctor Quarles for her nurses. Because of the electric bedmaker in- vented by her and her snakologist husband, the personnel of Quarles's Quiet Quarters for Quaint Quacks can enjoy many such spontaneous, spirited sprees. ,F ,F ak ak E-I-S-E-N-H-O-W-E-R, Eisenhower. Barbara gazed with satisfaction at the carefully grouped letters arranged from her red volume, Generals Whose Names are Most Often Miss-spelled. lust a minute, Steven, darling, she purrs to replica No. 6 of her dapper husband, noting with contentment that he is already acquiring that Princeton Campus strut. This is quite understandable considering the tiger rug on the floor of the third trophy room of the golf section, and the butler who trucks in, flouncing around in an autographed beer suit, gingerly syncopating his gait between dreaming setters. I-le balances the six graduated beer mugs clearly labeled in orange and black Nassau lettering, Moo juice. BK PIC P14 Pk Stalwartly plunging through a bombardment of accurately fired Coke bottles bouncing with deadly thuds off the bald spot of a swearing umpire, we pitched headlong into the nearest foxhole fto use MacArthur's approved terminologyl, to make an unceremonious crash landing in the no man's land of the Red Sox dugout. Through the sparkling red, white, and blue stars floating before our eyes emerged-lo, it must be an angel-a feminine figure! With a menacing brandish of a spare bat before the subdued eyes of her battling pennant winners, a barking of orders with a rapidity that would mortify a marine sergeant, stamped the fiery coach, manager, and owner of the Red Sox, the mother of the towheaded champion bat boy, in short, the former Edith Goddard. ak ak ak ,S At the vanguard of a long, undulating safari of trunk-laden redcaps wending its way down the platform at Penn Station, swept the mink-swathed Lady Cecil Neville-Smythe of London and the Union of South Africa. Having thrown into a dither the cream of Mayf-air's social climbers by the issuance of some of her sought-after, gilt-edged invitations, the former E. A. Whitehead further fired their ambitions by descending on Manhattan to preside per- sonally over one of her renowned cocktail parties. Five minutes after her heralded advent, New York's usually callous popu- lation was seen to gawk at a flight of shining black helicopters impressively bearing the proud Neville-Smythe coat of arms, alight on the lower garden terrace of the family's regal Park Avenue penthouse to deposit the mistress and all her impedimenta. 'IllIIIIIIIIIIlIIIllIllIIIIIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllll ll I I I I I PAGE EIGHTEEN