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

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lllllllllllllunllllllllllllllllmllll I IulIIllIIllllllIIllllllIlllllllllllllllllIlllIlllIllIIllIIllIllIIIllIIllIIllIllIIllIIllIIllIIllIIllIIllllllllllllllllullllllllllllllllllllullIIlmIllIllullIIllllllIlllllllllllllllullulll I Books come and books go, plays come and plays go, and even countesses come and go, but Piercetone, the newly discovered element, goes on forever. Its discoverer, Dr. Joann Pierce, graduate of Hartridge and Cornell, has iust been acclaimed the greatest woman scientist since Marie Curie and is a potential candif date for the Wcvman of the Year ! Dr. Pierce, after defying the wind and weather of the Montana mountains for several years to get one ounce of this metal, is at last reaping her reward. Tonight she leaves on the clipper to receive the honorary degrees D.S.S., H.P., P.S.S., T.R.D., and C.B.A. at her old alma mater, Cornell. Through the glass roof of the studio the blazing sun poured, flecking with redfgold the hair of the famous originator of the Brokaw Pixies. Perched on a high stool, she was surveying with one cool, green eye her latest masterpiece. Echinacoccus and the Human Mind. . This one, explained Nannie, was done from a surrealistic point of view and, to get the proper effect, one must stand at a distance of approximately nine feet with the left shoulder slightly higher than the right. You see, Nannie continued, one must have just the right slant in order to see Echinacoccuslu Dr. Mziry Ellen -T is not only proving that marriage and a career do mix, but she also heads the new Outdoor School Program, the Restoration of the Fur-bearing Animals, and the Committee of Sea Animal Welfare. Concerned that many women thought this way of living impossible, Dr. -- is now writing a book called Husbands Do Not Hinder. Even we of Hartridge were surprised at this last occupation, and I still wonder where she Ends the time to cure the sick, bring up her children fages 4 to 81, write a book, and eat dinner with her husband! As I entered the penthouse I was greeted by the sound of music, muffled by confusion, gaiety, laughter, and the tinkle of ice in tall, frosty glasses. In the midst of the thickest crowd, surrounded by the gayest artists of New York, was the victim of success and acclaim. It was the author of those revolutionary plays that took the public by storm. I heard her exclaim in that famous voice of hers, But I was born to have fun! Then I knew Norma hadn't changed since Hart- ridgc days. She had been talking of her future plans abroad. New York is wonderful, she insists, but there's still nothing like Paris for inspiration! A new story crashed the headlines yesterday: ExfCountess Camillia Vaint SaintfGeorge Barhelesion, nee our own Beverly Braverman, has just bought the beautiful old chateau Carcasonne and is spending her time having it remodeled under personal supervision. IIllllllIIIIllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIHIllllllllllIIUIllIIIIIIllIllIllllIllIIllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllll IIllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllll 26

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Il III Illl I II I I I Unlike early mornings in her school days, the Countess now awakes in her satinfquilted, fourteenth century bed with the soft, shell-pink silk sheets fthe Countess prefers pastelsj and breakfasts on her customary French delicacies. Later she will rise to consider the difficult but urgent problem of decorating her new home. This is the latest: three of her many suites will be done in Q11 filmy grey' blue, Q21 shy orchid, and Q31 her own original creation, champagne saffron. I have the hardest time choosing colors which will suit my personality, says our member of nobility. There is something so jarring about harsh colors in the morning. The former Lois Lippincott, now known in every American home as the Chesterfield Girl of the Year, the Rheingold Girl of the Seasonf' and the Camay Girl of the Month, amazed family friends and John Powers by tossing up these titles. Her latest is The Girl I'd Most Like to Be Lost with in 1950. Said Miss Lippincott in that sweet mysterious voice, I've decided to give up all this tinsel for the sane realities of life! But what are the realities of life? I asked impatiently, frightened by Lois's philosophical change. The final answer, hidden beneath many long and unpronounceahle words, revealed that the sane realities were a Vermont farm, a ramshackle cottage, two' English setters, and a country doctor thrown in. Yes, the girl with the skin you love to touch has finally fallen, and that deep psychological change is just a bad case of love! After much urging on the part of fans, commentators, and women in general, Miss Evelyn jacob, the sparkling socialite and writer of that amazing column, Pourboires sur les Couvertsf' has finally published the sensational best' seller, Women vs. Men. We of Hartridge, of course, are not surprised, as even in her school days Miss Jacob was solving this problem. In fact, we are happy that someone has at last dared to write this controversial novel and has made it a success. Miss jacob modestly states that it really is not difficult if you only under' stand the material with which you're working. And we modestly agree. - She carefully washed each of the seven faces and fourteen hands, ran a comb through each curly head, and proceeded to march the seven strapping boys outside to the Princeton Forever station wagon. Then she lined them up and called out in that one and only voice, Charter! Cottage! Colonial! Dial! This went on up to Quadrangle, called Quby for short. After stopping a scrap between Ivy and Charter-they never did get along-she strapped them safely in and buzzed merrily down to the train to meet her husband, formerly a Princeton halfback. Said Marcia, when asked how she had accomplished all this and still kept that twinkle of laughter in her eye, I just keep thinking of the time when I can provide the Princeton football team with a powerhouse, the Republicans with seven more votes, and the Air Corps with a new flying formation. 'Hll Il IIIIII I I lllllllllllllllllllll I I llllllllll I I II lllllllllllllllllllll I Ill Illlllllllllllllll Ill I 27