Highland Hall School - Candle Yearbook (Hollidaysburg, PA)

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Tl-IE CANDLE Class Will E, the class of nineteen hundred and thirty-five, of Highland Hall Holli- daysburg, in the state of Pennsylvania, being of sound mind, memory, and understanding, do make and publish this our last VVill and Testament. First, we give and bequeath to the members of the present junior Class our dig- nity of mien, power of leadership, and profundity of wisdom, to be divided equally among them., if possible. Second, we give and bequeath to the following members of the Junior Class these, our material possessions:- The mask in Room 201 we give and bequeath to the President of the Senior Class of 1936. The lion in the cage in Room 220 we give and bequeath to the future occupants of that room. The geranium, which has somehow been lost, we give and bequeath to the one who can lind it. Our forgotten books we leave to be divided among those Juniors who most need them. Third, we give and bequeath to the following persons our personal characteristics in the hope that they may benefit the legatees. Though these gifts may seem but trifling bequests, we hope they will be received and regarded as constant reminders of our generous natures:- Betty Higgins gives and bequeaths her famous eyebrow to Kate Baird. Betty is sorry she cannot spare her dime. Maudie Xllarfel gives and bequeaths those big brown eyes to Dorothy Dann. Ruth Edwards gives and bequeaths her ability in basketball to Laura Morningstar. Mildred Gelstharp gives and bequeaths her subtle humor to Eleanor Edwards. Rebecca Patterson gives and bequeaths her innocence to Kate Baird. Marion Stone gives and bequeaths her figure to Betty .lane Hildorf. Polly Young gives and bequeaths her crutches to Ruthane Capers. Mary jane Lee gives and bequeaths her room in the inhrmary to Marian Edwards. Mercedes Gallaher gives and bequeaths her mastered accent to Susan Swartz. Doris Dougherty gives and bequeaths her treasured voice to Dorothy Dann. Harriet Leschey gives and bequeaths her size to Laura Morningstar. Marjorie Cook gives and bequeaths her quietness to Betty Jane Hildorf. Helen Hughes gives and bequeaths her skill as a back-seat driver to Eleanor Edwards. 22

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Tl-IE CANDLE Why I waited till the last to look at the front pages, I do not know unless it was a case of saving the best till last. Anyway, I was to receive a series of surprises when I turned to these headlines :- Marjorie Cook, first woman President of the United States, elected by a sweeping majority . Anne Greenawalt won the Blair County Pie-Eating Contest without diffi- culty consuming tifty pies in one houru. Pikeville College today celebrated the tenth anniversary of its experience under a woman President. Dr. Mary Jane Lee has done wonders for the school and is very popular with the student body . A perfect reproduction of the rubber plant has just been discovered by Helen Hughes, chemist on the staPf of Columbia University . Rebecca Patterson, head of the Girl Scouts of America, made a very im- pressive speech yesterday at the National Convention meeting in Chicago . Polly Young, accused of robbing a warehouse containing California lemons, has been acquitted on the grounds of temporary insanity caused by her craving for that fruit . And so I put aside the paper and think over the surprising items I have just read. It seems certain that my old class-mates are making their mark in the world. Senior, be just and good and fair. Take life seriously, yet see humor in it. Hold your head high and take care I1 ' 'N ' 1 lo be yourself-a benior every mlnute. Be wise. Don't lose your humility Be brave, and keep your courage bright. Don't be afraid to face reality. Be gay. In small things find delight. A Soft Answer Turneth Away Wrath. You say it's good-my criticism My writing you deplore. You like my humble witticism My style you like still more. You think my writing very bad My technique is still worse. Verbs and commas drive me mad. I'll try. Excuse this verse! Betty Barth. 21

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THE CANDLE Dorothy B. McCormick gives and bequeaths her imitation of Ben Blue also to Eleanor Edwards. Mary Frances Wright gives and bequeaths her personality to Betty jane Hildorf. Margaret Moyer gives and bequeaths her beautiful bangs to Katrine Barclay. Anne Greenawalt gives and bequeaths her daily correspondence to Susan Swartz. Martha W'etmore gives and bequeaths her good teeth, exercised con- tinuously on her finger nails to Marian Edwards. Betty Barth gives and bequeaths her poetic ability to Katrine Barclay. The combined appetites of Martha VVetmore and Mercedes Gallaher we give and bequeath to Laura Catherine Morningstar. In testimony whereof we have hereunto set our hands and seal this third day of June in the year nineteen hundred and thirty-live. THE SENIOR CLASS. Going Fishing HE trouble began when I accepted what I felt was a not too warm invi- tation from Daddy that one of the girls go fishing with him. If Dad was disturbed at the immediate acceptance of his suggestion, he did not show it, and along I went with him, never thinking I should be a nuisance. From the start things went badly-in fact went from bad to worse. Now, I had chosen my prettiest summer frock in honor of the occasion. Dad asked if I hadn't more sense than to wear a white one. Thinking he was concerned about my getting the precious dress dirty, I took no offense at the question, but I had to ask why he handed out to me a very old jacket, torn and rather the worse for wear. Don't you know, he asked, that the white would frighten the fish ? I looked at him and laughed, but found he was not joking. Then we had to iind a boat. The first we selected leaked badly and we began to sink as soon as we had taken our seats. The second choice was better and we rowed out into the middle of the dam. It was interesting to watch Dad casting. I thought it very graceful and quite easy, and was anxious to try my luck. In response to my eager request for a lesson I was told that the first thing I had to learn was to keep quiet. It seemed that my lesson in that particular was to start right away! After some minutes of silence I began to hum to keep myself company. A Shush! crushed me for a while. He was not in such a bad humor but he had lost three fish and was getting there. Some one on shore hailed us cheerfully. I turned round to shout an answer, and rocked the boat. Daddy dropped his line and I caught it. But I didn't catch Daddy. He has not repeated his invitation. MARY ANN HUTCHISON. 23