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

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CLASS PROPI-IECY Here, Hancock, Dix, Kilmer, Edwards. Four purring paragons of Per- sian magnificence pad into the glistening red and white kitchen. A flurry of long ruifly apron bows bustles in, plunks down four pans of luke-warm milk, and swishes from the room to hail the bus for the monthly executive meeting of the Philanthropical Fellowship for Faultless Felines of which she, the Mrs. Fort Iay, is secretary-treasurer. A hasty caution to junior not to tease little sister, a warning to both not to touch those tempting swirly sandwiches laid out for four o'clock tea, and the former Edith Copp dashes out the French doors. Pk Pk Pl! FK Right away, Dr, Brown. The official tone carefully inserted into the well modulated voice oi the hospital switchboard operator vanishes as she yanks out the ' Dr. Brown plug and launches again into her animated gossip with the third-floor attendant. Yeah, Maizie, no kiddin', I got it straight from Iamey. I always knew she wasn't all starch and crackle. But gee, a superin- tendent of nurses gettin' married, l'll never get over callin' her Miss Gray. Oh, oh. Speak of the devil. There she goes. H'm. Say, that disinfectant around here smells strangely of gardenia.-As I was sayin', my sister, lesse- she's the hat checker at the roof garden-says the super was there with him last night. She knows her on account of her appendix last year. Oh, oh. There's Dr. Brown again. l'll call you later, Maizief' Ik Pk Sk PF On the linoleum floor of the laboratory-nursery, Midge sprawls on her stomach, feet waving gracefully in the air, delightedly engrossed in the test tubes of the bright new Chemocraft number twenty-five, purchased for little Duguise's third birthday. Duguise's first reflection upon her juvenile dis- comforts was that her gingiva was irritated due to the eruption of the- gum tissue permitting the protrusion of her four incisors. Her first complete sen- tence was an opinion on the shortcomings of Darwin's theory of evolution, Possibly her mother's chairmanship of the Women for the Presidency or Else League originated with the prospect of this potential political dynamite for future campaigns. P14 PIC Pk ak The Citadel. a sleek white yawl, dipped its way into the East Blue Hill Harbor after a three months' cruise along the east coast. Iust as much at home at the tiller as on one of her famous horses, reigned the former Eliza- beth Rausch, mother of the little twin fishermen whose gleaming red hair is easily recognized by yachtsmen from Sea Island to Bar Harbor. Now that this trip is completed, will she hop right off again to the tenth reunion flight of the Smith Flying Club in South America, or will she satisfy her anxious public by perhaps publishing a supplement to her world-famed treatise Matchmaking, 101 Tried cmd Approved Methods? Anyway, she cer- tainly has retained her old habit of keeping everyone guessing. III IIIIIIIIIIII llIIllIlllllllllllllllllllll IIIIIIIIIII IIllllIlllIlllIIllllIlIIIllIllIIllIIIIlIIIlIIIllIIllIlllIIIllIIlllIlllIlllIlllIllllIllIIlllllllllllIIllIIllIIIIIIIllIIllIIllIIIIIIllllllllIlllIllllllllllllllllllllllll PAGE NINETEEN

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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

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Will and Testament We, the class of l943, having had our ego deflated, our talents belittled, and our questionable superiority utterly ignored by our tar from humbled underclassmen, resist the temptation to cut off this disrespectful following to declare this our last will and testament. Article I. Edith Goddard leaves to Marian her carefully acquired talent for maneuvering obstacles in tri-colored tweeds. Article ll. Midge leaves Norma her black satin slip, knowing Norma will do justice by it. Article Ill. Libby, lacking suitable possessions for Mary Alice, instead thanks her for her enlightening and obviously highly practised technique demonstrated for Hans. Article IV. A definitely bewildered senior class leaves Iohonet a much discussed copy of How to differentiate betwieen Toscanini and Koussevitsky in the ninth passage of the fourth movement of the tenth symphony by Beethoven by Hallford Roger, with confidence that she can decipher it better than we and pump the author for further details. Article V. Mary leaves to Ioann those convenient Wednesday afternoon dentist appointments knowing that loann will find that even going to the dentist has its compensations. Article VI. Copp leaves Brownie her silent-ringing bedside telephone that will be frightfully convenient for conveying sweet nothings from the wilds of ta New Iersey town more fascinating than Plainfield. PAGE TWENTY