Hillsdale School - Telescope Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1951 volume:

EDITORIAL Hillsdule is like a moving train which, as Webster says, 'lis a series of parts working together. Just as the engineer keeps the train traveling ahead on the two steel rails at high speed,Miss Fessenden keeps her Hillsdule girls steaming post the milestones of school life into college. This year, there have been several iors and iolts along the track. Our engineer had to run the school from u'side-station, Holmes Hospital, and our History conductor had to be replaced during the first semester on the Ancient, Modern, and US. routes. Whenever we have hit a bumpy stretch, Student Council has smoothed out our problems iust us train detectives solve a case on the railroad. Often when we have veered off the academic track or when we have lacked initiative, our faculty has directed us away from the by-ways of devilment in eight, nonchalcmce in nine, and boredom in ten, by supplying sparks of inspiration with exciting new ideas. Some trains are more powerful and have greater capacities than others. Just so, the Seniors, Hillsdale's l'Super Chiefs , regulate the scheduled runs, head the committees, set the standards, and try to maintain the high aspirations of the school, scholarship, honor, and good sportsmanship. The Athletic Association might well be called the switchmen for they direct us of? the academic route into healthy team competition which for some girls is the most thrilling venture of all Hillsdale tours. This year, t t Operetta, H.M.S., Pinofore , has been one of the most impc' :t trip: as the Hillsdale Glee Clubs glided smoothly through the c .ic and melodramatic fields of Gilbert and Sullivan under the clex direction of Mrs. Matchette, our fireman. Last, but not least, is the . tl erd workin' on the railroad portraying the classes, our pass! rs, as they travel along the scenic route. The oldest class of Hillsdale chooses to dedicate its Annual to one of the youngest teachers, Mrs. Motchette, the fireman of our train. Her boundless energy, spontaneous wit and sparkling smile hove spurred us forward to better performances. Three years ago, when Mrs Matchette, then Miss Witherell, came to us from the Westminster Zheir hool, she become at once the sympathetic friend of the girls in Glee ub. Her unique ability to draw out our natural love for singing has c ie our Miracle Plays and Spring Concerts Cl joy to present. we Seniors el that Mrs. Motchette is our particular friend because she has SJ: ed and directed tirelessly our Operetta, H.M.S. Pinofore, to make it . istontiul success. Waves of romantic interest rippled through the school halls last September when Mrs. Mctchette returned ta. 3 w! wearing a lovely engagement ring, and on the night before Thanksgiving, n, was our thrill to be present at her wedding. To Mrs. Mctctett e the love, devotion and thanks of the Senior Class. THE ENGINEER. FLORENCE E. FESSENDEN Head Misfress MEMORML LIBRARH THE CONDUCTORS - FACULTY SEATED: Mrs. Christine Zorens, Recording Secretary; Mlle Denise Mauduit, French; Miss Redello Godfrey, Dieliciun, Cooking, Sewing; Miss Marta Caviezel, Study Hall Supervisor, First Aid; Miss Florence E. Fessenden; Mrs. Madeleine M. Rechiin, French; Miss Margaret Eppley, Physi- cal Education; Miss Almu Stanton, Latin,- Miss Marion Noble, Librarian, and Spanish. STANDING: Mrs. Beatrice M. Wagner, Accompanisi; Miss Marion Johnson, Mathematics,- Miss Doris Shellberg, Arts, Crafis; Mrs. Patricia Malcheffe, Music; Miss Ruth Ferguson, English; Miss Eleanor Carey, English; Mrs. Mary Moore, Science, Mathematics; Miss Mary Twining, Hisfory, Remedial Reading, Physical Education,- M'Iss Joan Huff, Dancing, Assistani in Physical Education; Mrs. Frances DeCamp, Lorin; Mrs. Barbara Carr, Financial Secretary lFirsf SemesterL ABSENT: Mrs. Katherine Atkinson, Mathematics; Miss May Eslel Forbes, Piano,- Miss Isabelle Fisk, History tFirsf Semesterl; Miss Barbara Sheffield, History Second Semesterh Miss Beny Bach, Financial Secretary mecond Semesteri. , 7 ,.A,,,,,,,,,,r m 7 7 7 , 7 77$. ....77-+'-: AN NUAL BOARD Editor-in-Chief ........................................................ Patricia Morrison Art Editor .................................................................... Joanne Heekin Liferory Edifor 2 Business Manager 3 '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' C' C' Slmpklnson The Annual Board wishes to thank Miss Ferguson, Miss Carey, Motly Marble, Gay Seybolt, Henrietfo Drew, Nancy Haydock, Befsy Tucker, Carolyn Rebhun and Anne Nieman for their help with the literary material. Sem'or Portraits by Harry A, Carlson lirhographed by Cincinnati Lifhographing Co. MARY ELLEN MARBLE Since the seventh grade when Molly was our first class president, she has been a leader. This year as president of the school she has kept up the standards of Honor by practicing her own high ideals and gently encouraging us to try. Whether directing a most successful Harvest Fair or organizing a notebook sale in the heat of summer, she could be depended upon to do a superior job. We shall always remember her charming orals on back-yurd tea houses and midnight drives. Her tales of the Tri-State Tennis Tournament and summers in Maine were topped only by those of college weekends. She played a terrific game of tennis herself giving foundation to the rumor that she could Wear out a racket in a day. We could always Find Molly under the basket in a basketball game or breaking through the Gold Team Fine with c: hockey bull. Her piano recitals were brilliant, bringing music to life. Student Council 7, 12, Pres., 8,9 Vice-Pres; Honor Roll 7, 8, 9, 10, H, 12,- Honor Study Hall 7, 8, 9, IO, 11, 12; Active A.A. 7, 8, 9, 10; H.A.G. 12; Laurel Hockey Team 11, 12; Palmer Courtesy Award 7,- Mercantite Library Membership 11,- Three Arts Award 11; Glee Club 9, 10, 1 1, 12,- Music Comm. H; Marshal Comm. 9; Cum Laude. .-..5,L HENRIETTA RUTLEDGE DREW Although Henrietta ioined us in her iunior year, her droll wit and spontaneous friendliness have made her beioved by ail the school. Besides her likeable characteristics of gay laughter, twinkling brown eyes and that southern drawl, Henrietta has also the good manners of the old South which won her the Palmer Courtesy award. She has been Cl great asset to our tiny class as vice-president this year and has been a lively participant in all our activities. You can pick Henrietta out on Sunday nights cheering for the Cincinnati Ice Hockey team or during the Week at the French table adding on individual touch to her conversation even en francais. She was a magnificent Fitzwilliam Darcy in C,P.S.'s t'Pride and Preiudice , and we at Hillsdale will remember her as a strutting guardsmon hand- ing out green glasses in The Wizard of Oz , and in innumerable everyday dramas on the bus and in the halls. Entered from College Preparatory School H; Sec. of Student Council; Sec. of 10th grade; Student Council 8, 9,- Mercantile LibraryAward; Honor Roll 7, 8, 9; Vice-Pres. of Drama Club,- Honorary Athletic Club. Hillsdalthice-Pres. of Student Council; Palmer Courtesy Award 11; Drama Club 11; Honor Study Hall H, 12,- Warden Comm. 11. NANCY ROSS HAYDOCK Nancy has been on outstanding member of the class of '51 ever since the seventh grade. Here at school her cthietic ability and sportsmanship were soon in evidence. Even as early as the eighth grade she won the Good Sportsmanship Cup which had never been given to one so young before. This year on her shoulders was placed the task of remodeling our Athletic Association to meet the changing needs of the student body. As president of this association she has done such a successful iob that the new organization has already been established. Next year when Nancy goes. on to Briar- clif'F her iolly manner and those laughing blue eyes will surely be missed. A.A. Pres. 12; Active A.A. 7, 8, 9, 10; H.AtG. 12; Athletic Council 7, 8, 11, 12; Sec.-Treus. Athletic Council; Laura! Hockey Team 11, t2 tcaptaint; Sportsmanship Cup 8,- Winner 21 H : Tournament 8; Assistant Green Team Captain 10; Class Pres. 10; Honor Study Hall 9, 10, H, 12,- Glee Club 9, 10, 11, i2; Marshal Comm. 7, 9. JOANNE WILLIAMS HEEKIN Known for her exuberant laugh and rolling eyes, she can often be seen out on the dance floor Charles- toning like mad, while others stand by Wondering where she acquired her endless supply of energy. Often all 107 pounds of her is seen dashing around the basketball, baseball or hockey field. Our last memory of Joanie at Hillsdale will be: as the School song leader, leading the school song at graduation. Joanne came to Hillsdule as a freshman and has shown herself to be a valuable member of the class. She has made the Honor Roll every time and in spite of this outstanding scholastic record is not the proverbial drudge; in fact she appears quite the opposite, Iight-heurted and a born comic. She has a good voice and has been 0 soloist in both the Miracle Play and H.M.S. Pinolore. This year she had a double responsibility as Chairman of the Art Committee and Art Editor of the Annual, which iobs she has done beautifully. Entered in the 9th Grade. Honor Roll 9, 10, H, 12; Active A.A. 9, 10,- Glee Club 10, H, 12,- Druma Club 10, H; School Song Leader 12; Soloist 12; Art Editor of the Annual Board 12; Cheerleader 10; Art Comm. 10, 12; Service Guild Comm. 11,-Cum Laude. JUDITH LYNN HYDE Judy came as a new girl to Hillsdale this year from Lancaster, Ohio Her ability to make friends was an asset from the beginning; she was not at a loss in a strange city. In fact, her immediate popu- larity with the Cincinnati boys caused a feeling of friendly envy. How she manages to have so many boys in love with her at one time amazes us. Aside from her social life and her complete enjoyment of being seventeen, Judy is a hard worker in school. Carrying fourth year Latin, third year Math, and oil her senior responsibilities is no easy task for anyone, but she has proved herself equal to it. An avid reader, she is o devotee of the Ruboiyat of Omar Khayyam. 1n appearance she is small, but in vitality she is tremendous. She tries very hard never to be childish, but the urge sometimes is too much to resist, and we see a silly and very funny Judy. We are glad she ioined our humble ranks, and dub her Short but Sweet . Entered in the 12th Grade. Lancaster High Schooltlatin Club; Big Sisters Assoc; National Honor Society; Girls Athletic Club; Hillsdule - Glee Club 12; Chairman of the Warden Comm. 12,- Honor Study Hall 12. PEN ELOPE TAYLOR KNOWLTON Vivacious, dramatic and reaIIy talented is Penny who came to us from New York for her Senior year. Do you remember when Penny delighted us with her dramatic oral which brought to life the busHing activities of the whurves at Essex, Connecticut? Penny is a versatile girl who has amazed us with her original musical compositions and who now omuses herself by playing the organ. President of the Glee Club and Chairman of the Music Committee, she has done a good iob this year. But these are only a few of her talents; there are her excellent history papers and her exquisite Scotch pIaId socks knitted in a week's time. The Gold Team was lucky to have Penny on the forward line in hockey where she exhibited skill in wrist manipulations to send the bull spinning down the Field. In basketball and volleyball, the Golds struck it rich when they drew Penny. Definitely, thetfuture holds exciting possi- bilities for Penelope Knowlton. Entered in the 12th Grade. Buxton School -- Honor Hockey, Soccer, Buse- ball Teams; A.A. 10, H,- Drama Club 10, 11,- Hillsdule School -- Laurel Hockey Team 12; Pres. of the Music Comm. MARTHA PATRICIA MORRISON Patsy's imagination has delighted us ever since she came to Hillsdale in the eighth grade with her scrambled egg abstractions 'm the art room, her poem on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and her lively conversations as she drove Leaping Lena, the grey '39 Chev which become our class taxi with a few mcior improvements. Patsy's persevering nature showed in the way she dedicated herself to her iob us Editor-in-Chief of the Annual, organizing, telephoning, convincing the recalcitrant and being the unsung heroine who made the rest of us do our iobs. She has displayed her dramatic ability once again in her wonderful impersonation, in HeM.S, Pinafore , us the pompous Sir Joseph Porter K.CB. reminding us of her former success as the splendid Wizard of 02. Courtesy Awatd 8; Student Council 9, Pres.; Honor Roll 9, 11, I2,- Drama Club 10, H; Glee Club 9, 10, H, 12,- Honor Study Hall 8, 9, 10, 11; Active A.A. 9, 10,- Foreign Policy Award 11,- Chairman of Luncheon Comm. 12; Laurel Hockey Team 12,- Marshal Comm. 8; Service Guild 10,- Marshal Comm. 11; Editor- in-Chief of the Annual 12. JANE VAN CLEEF PARRY Jane has beauty, dignity, determination and charm. She matches her natural beauty with attire, which is the result of her own craftsmanship, and she displays her grace, as a dancer and on the hockey Field. Her warmth of personality and loyalty should never mislead anyone into believing that she is easily influenced, Her feet have trodden the paths of earth, her eyes have seen the clouds of daylight, and her hand is one of steel within a kid glove , June brings iOY to those who know her and she gives pleo5ure to those who see her. What more can you ask upon this earth? A.A. Council 7; Active A.A. 7, 8, 9,- Drama Club 9; Shillito Sewing Board Representative 10; Chairman of Service Guild 12,- OfFIce Comm.8;Marshal Comm.10; TroFFic Comm. I 1. DOROTHY M. PETZHOLD Ever since our graceful stunning Dotty come to Hillsdule in the seventh grade, she has been an in- tegral part of the school and a great asset to the Gold Team. We shall remember her beautiful form in tennis, her accurate drives on the hockey field, her perfect shots from the middle of the basketball court and the way she portrayed a streak of lightning in modern dance. Moreover, she is an ardent fun for the Cincinnati Reds and an accomplished equestrian, Moreover, Dorothy Petzhold has a quick mathematical mind and a special skiH for writing clever Class Day songs. She always appears in a stylish. iaunty costume often wearing a Iuscious sweater which she has knitted herself. In our Miracle Play, this year she made a magnificent king. The S'enior Class is especially grateful to Dotty for her wonderful organization of our successfut skating party. We are sure she will be a qualified leader wherever she goes, and we wish her the best of luck. Student Cauncil 7, Vice-Pres.; Honor Study Hall 7, 8, 9, H, 12; Honor Roll 9, 10,- A.A. Council 1 1; Active A.A. 7, 8, 9, 10, 1 1; H.A.G. 12; Glee Club 9, 10, H, 12; Drama Club H; Laurel Hockey Team H, 12; Soloist 12; School Teams H, 12; Gold Team Assistant Capt. 10, ll; OfFIce Comm. 8; Decoration Comm. 9; Traffic Commth; Art Comm. H; Marshal Comm. 12. CAROLYN REBHUN Carolyn claims that she hardly ever has aching feet because of high heels. Thus she proves that it is an advantage to be toll and that she has a rare sense of humor. In addition to her ability to cook delectable dinners, she is outstanding in her willingness to work like a beaver. Proof enough is her accomplished piano playing, her many handknit socks and her queenly posture. The power and enthus- Easm behind her every spiked ball in volleyball and every intercepted pass in basketball have made her a much admired port of the teams. As an active member of Hillsdale's dramatic productions she was memorable as the white knight in Ah'ce in Wondertand, singing whimsically from a saw-horse. In the Wizard of Oz she played the part of the tin woodsmon who claimed he did not have a heart. How- 'ever, in real life Carolyn is definitely sincere and sympathetic. She has a matchless smile, a weakness for all babies and for her own dog with the kink in his tail. Student Council 11; Vice-Pres.; Glee Club 9, 10, 'H, 12,- Miriam Titcomb Award H; A.A. Council 9, IO; H.A.G. 12; Honor Study Hall 7, 8, 9, 10, H, 12; Music Comm. 7; Art Comm. 8,- Omce Comm. 9,- Marshal Comm. IO; OFFIce Comm. 12; Laurel Hockey Team 12. GAIL BOND SEYBOLT Gay has been in Hillsdale since the seventh grade, and has made a name for herself all along the line. She has been elected to Student Council and is now on the Athletic Council as Captain of the Green Team. Proofs of her athletic ability can be seen in basketball, baseball, hockey and especially tennis; she even plays ice hockey on the outside. In contrast to these energetic activities, she has c: clear strong soprano voice with on intangibte beauty. Being a soloist in the Mirucie Play and H, M. Pinctore gave her a chance to exhibit this. The mouth from which come such lovely songs can also give out a hearty laugh. The gorgeous white cable stitch sweater she has knitted is cm obiect of envy to every eye. Gay can be serious, but she can also be vivacious 0nd carefree to the 'nth degree. She is very limber, too, as anyone knows who has had one of Gay's legs kicked over her head. Student Council 11, Pres.; Honor Study Hall 9, 10, 11, 12; Honor Roll 10,- Active A.A. 7, 8, 9, 10, 11; A.A. Council 12; H.A.G. 12; Green Team Captain 12; Glee Club 9, 10, 11, 12; Drama Club 10, 11,- Laurel Hockey Team 11, 12; Tennis Cup 11; Ping-Pong Tournament 8, 11;-Soloist 10, 11, 12; School Teams 11, 12; Green Team Cheer-Ieader 10; Art Comm. 7,- Marshal Comm. 8,- Art Comm. 9,- Luncheon Comm. 10. SUSAN JANE SIDDALL Sue entered Hillsdole in her junior year, having gone to Wyoming up to that point. Our small class welcomed her eagerly and she became an important part of our school life. Having been in Hillsdale only one year, she was elected Gold Team Captain, a coveted honor. Since she is very modest, she in- sisted that she could never manage the job, but her expert leadership of the Golds contradicted this understatement. She is enthusiastic in everything she does, whether it be a basketball game, paper drive, or shopping; exuberance is her chief characteristic. During the past three summers, she has enioyed the outdoor life of Montana, which she will never forget because she left part of her own self there, not a piece of her heart as may be expected, but her appendix. She is 0 party girt in every way and loves a good time. Our last memory of her wifl be as she Fecves school after graduation in her own Red Plymouth convertible, The Fire Engine. Entered in the 11th Grade. Wyoming High School - Chorus 7, 8, 9, IO,- Cheerleader 8, 9; YvTeens 9, 10; G.A.A. 7, 8, 9, 10,- Dramo Club 10. Hillsdule - Glee Club 11, I2; Capt. of the Gold Team; A.A. Council 12; H.A.G. 12,- Laurel Hockey Team 12; Three Arts Club Award I I; Art Comm, H; Honor Study Hall 11. CAROLYN CLAIRE SIMPKINSON We insist on calling her CC. even it that precious diptomu and the equally precious driverts license insist on Carolyn Clare . This Simpkinson girl knows and knows - and knows. Also she has done an outstanding job as chairman of the truth: committee. As a result of her clever assembly in October, the three fleeting minutes between classes have become almost peaceful in our hulls. Then too, CC. has a flair for French. She is a son aise among those irregular verbs and idiomatic expressions. Sail- ing is Ticki's pet sport, the Kennebec, her pet river, and Merrymeeting her summer camp In basket- ball and hockey CC is a defense player to reckon with. In addition to all these other achievements she is both Literary and Business Manager of the Annual this year. Some iob. Some girl. Pres. of 7, 8; Honor Roll 7, 8, 9, 10, H, 12,- Honor Study Hall 7, 8, 9, 10, H, 12; Alliance Francaise H; Drama Club 10, 11,- Glee Club 10, H, 12; Shillito Sewing Board H; Literary Editor and Business Manager of Annual; Lunch Comm. 7; Traffic Comm. 8,- Art Comm. 9; Office Comm. 10; Lunch Comm. 11; Cum Laude. WILL - FUTURE FREIGHT TRAIN POINT OF DEPARTURE BAGGAGE DESTINATION Henrietta Nancy Joanne Judy Penny Molly Patsy Jane Dofiy Carolyn Guy Sue C.C. her wafer pitcher and French grades the Sigma lotus her inferiorify complex her blond streak the radio in her car anonymous felephone calls her parking place her hope chest and week-ends her taped tennis shoes her yawn Jerry The gleeful village of Wyoming! her $3.50's Beth Burchena l Jeannie Mcescher and Connie Castleberry Annie Richardson Ina Backmqn Holly Humphrey F.B.l. Investigation Committee the Thin Man whoever needs them Miss Eppley Mademoiselle Keno Emmy Richardson Miss Carr and Miss Bach INFORMATION 1 ' l T, NAME NICKNAME SAYS LIKES i 4L 1 Drew, Henrietta Henrie Hey, now, really Nectar of the Gods Haydock, Nancy Nance Have you ever? The Air Corps Heekin, Joanne Jounnie Bird! Wyoming Hyde, Judy Judy Ah-h-h! men and more men ! Knowlton, Penny Penny Geg! food Marble, Molly Moo-Moo Vassuh! to play the piano I Morrison, Patricia Pats Say now, how 'bout that! the male of the species Parry, Jane Kous Shut my mouth! pink puiumas PetzhoId, Dotty H.D. Defense! horses 1 Rebhun, Carolyn Rebhun By. gummy Wee Buits 3 Seyboli, Gay Gay I'll go beserk! biond men Siddall, Susan Suzie Rrrrrrrrr! ripe olives Simpkinson, C.C. Ticki I haddc do if. sailing J DESK THRIVES ON IS DESTINY ASSET One big toe bluscfr Southern France southern accent Cyranose huppy-go-lucky alligator caller hope chest Lexington crazy Confederate Army effervescence spaghetti and meatballs smiley bigamisf baby talk weekends a vamp the olfor sunny disposition Yale sedate points Easf fancy glasses revising the English language Colgate toothpaste college weekends Canada men over 21 bubbling drinks bouncing baby Boothboy boys sophisficated a party girl aihlelic stunning scintillating gorgeous whimsical Nash salesman Powers model President of Junior League Chef of the Waldorf The Copacabana to move Cincinnati to Montana counterfeiier fwo hollow fegs Stearn's maffress and Carteer underwear Tintair perfect pasture golden voice figure a sharp needle CLASS ELEVEN 151' ROW: Emily Richardson, Kathleen Huwe, Barbara Greer, Connie Castleberry, Jean Maescher, Amelia Kotfe, Phoebe Espy, Helen Schrofh, Grace DuBois. 2ND ROW: Beth Burchenal, Nancy Fuller, Lois Graeter, Leslie Buckner, Joan Petzhold, Betsy Tucker, Elizabeth Alexander, Nancy Aloe, Peggy Aulf, therine Herzog. 3RD ROW: Virginia Bieser, Mary Ann Hinsch, Inc Backmcn, Ann Robertson, Ann Beggs, Ann Brown, Carolyn Bremen, Anne Niemon, Joan Cracker, Hildegard Pokorny, Muryel Vogel. ABSENT: Sally Leonard, Jone Losfro, Valerie Richards, PaNy Roe. $lisvu-a unnam-Il . I' - ;- . . IEQI iST ROW, left to right: Susan Scherr, Delle Davies, Joyce Gill, K5012??? 2.37 frubgapNuncMshn, Loul Jacobs, Nancy Parish, Carole Bowman, Sandra Terry, Barri Schmidlapp. 2ND ROW, Jeff to right: Judith Wiefhe, Holly Humphrey, Lucy Thompson, Emii' Ie DancyiNx Susan Avril, Patricm Fox, Ann Richardson, Nancy McElroy, Kitty Don Crone. '23 3RD ROW, leff 10 right: Suzanne Partisan, Gwyneth Pease, Marcia Highlands, Nancy Jane Hu Elliott, Joy Lowman, Jane White, Susan Riggs, Bunny Shore. ABSENT: Janis Doppler, Sandr arm. h $5 : V15 w: y k3 ! .x WV- I 5' I ' :1 - Ix Ilevii: P am . wnIIII : .3 praise? NI '9 17;!- t IIWki F . ? 5-155! n, I s r is 3 e35 E; II? 1. IE I? 7' t? a CLASS NINE IST ROW: feff fo righf: Diana Greer, Lfoyd Dougherly, Mariorie Moreland, Bradley Strauchen, Marcia Tucker, Annie Rittershofer, Helen Herzog, Mary Jean Hewett, Marilyn Berger. 2ND ROW: Libby Benedict, Anne Botferberry, Katy Dohrmann, Pennie Hall, June Mitchell, Lefreda Schneider, June Hummel, Jerry Seybolt. 3RD ROW: Celia Wright, Louise Knauff, Lynne Martin, Connie Halversfudl, Ellen Caldwell, Olga Conroy, Joun Hinsch. CLASS EIGHT IST ROW: Sully Winkler, Mary Tallenh're, Peggy Forker, Ann Atkins, Jacqueline Pa'fison, Lynne Fry, Cynthia Cooper, Eieanor Vinke, Lydia Wyman, Mimi Andrews. 2ND ROW: Dair Aring, Fritz? Fields, Marilyn Gay, Betsy Dwighf, Louise Rifchey, Bonnie Boss, Leslie Bailey, Nellie Taft, Arlene Schroeder, Sully Muyfleld, Janet Knoop. 3RD ROW: Sally Klein, Barbara McElroy, Rosemary Cartwright, Mary Elmes, Lisanna Wiley, Sarah Jo Ames, June Hill, Jil! Hailerman, Jacqueline Adams, Sylvia Frey. ABSENT: Juliana Snow, Joanne Morgens. CLASS SEVEN 'IST ROW: Nancy Hogan, Nalalie Bosworfh, Cynthia Taylor, Barbara Knaufl, Francesca King, Cecile Drackeff, Roberta Dunville, Jane Slemmer. 2ND ROW: Gurrie Blaine, Mary Sue Hannah, Nancy Maescher, Martha Page Davis, Ann Schmidlapp, Linda Aloe, Pafricia Terrill. 3RD ROW: Louise Atkins, Linda Halversiudt, SuIEy Sturm, Marfhu Nichols, Carolyn Hummel, Lucky McCalmont, Janie Ames, Lucy Howard. ABSENT: Christie Barnard, Sybil Tietig. ANNUAL BOARD-Workin' On The Railroad Carolyn Clare Simpkinson, Literary Editor and Business Manager; Palricia Morrison, Editor-in-Chief; Joanne Heekin, Art Editor. STUDENT COUNCIL-Train Detectives ON FLOOR, left to right: Jackie Pattison, Vice-Pres. of Class 8; Lynne Fry, Pres. of Class 8. SEATED, left to right: Molly Marble, Pres. of Student Council; Marcia Tucker, Pres. of Class 9; Anne Rittershofer, Vice-Pres. of Class 9,- Nancy McCuslin, Vice-Pres. of Class 10; Louise Jacobs, Pres. of Class 10,- Joannie Petz- hold, Vice-Pres. of Class I l,- Betsy Tucker, Pres. of Class H,- Keno King, Vice-Pres. of Class 7 lHrst semestert; Barbara Knauft, Pres. of Class 7 lFIrsf semestert. ABSENT: Henrietta Drew, Vice-Pres. of Student Council,- June Slammer, Pres. of Class 7 l2nd semesterl; Cynthia Taylor, Vice-Pres. of Class 7 t2nd semestert. The busiest organization in the school is the Student Council which is made up of twa representatives from each class. Some of its many duties are: welcoming new girls, managing the Harvest Fair, sponsoring tax stamp drives, sending money from the School Chest to needy schools and other charities, and in general helping with the smooth running of the school. However, the main job of Student Council is to uphold Hitlsdole's high ideals of integrity, good sportmanship and citizenship and to award the privileges and freedoms of Honor Study Hall to girls who maintain these standards. ATHLETIC COUNCIL - Switchmen FIRST ROW: Ann Robertson, Secretary Treasurer; Gay Seybolt, Green Team Captain,- Nancy Huydock, Pres. of Athletic Association; Sue Siddall, Gold Team Captain; Lloyd Doughetty, 9th Grade Representative; Betsy Dwight, 8th Grade Representative; Marilyn Guy, 8th Grade Representative; Carole Bowman, 10th Grade Representative; Lucy Thompson, 10th Grade Representative; Marityn Berger, 9th Grade Representative; Louise Atkins, 7th Grade Representctive; Cecile Drackett, 7th Grade Representative. ABSENT: Linda Aloe, 7th Grade Representative lsecond semestert; Keno King, 7th Grade Representative tsecond Semestert. AFI girls in Hillsdale are members of the Athletic Association which is directed by emcers, representing each class. With the Director of the Physicat Education, these officers supervise the organization and activities and try to stimulate interest in athtetics as well as promote sportsmanship by arranging various events during the year. This Association is divided into two groups, to the First of which each girl belongs. The second group consists of girls who show above average ability in athletics; and girls who are not necessarily athletic, but who through effort, cooperation, spirit, and good- sportsmanship, become members. This second group is called the Honorary Athletic Group. J : .E. g... .. a .522 ExO mi 4.0 2:96 X! X X $47 J Q. 41 55 u 'rQH-z :54 E; T ESSENTIAL JUSTICE? IT was 2:16 pm. when The idea firsT came To Harry G. Lanley, bookkeeper of AlbrighT 8T CrofT TexTile Co. He did noT know iusT whaT had seT iT OH. Glancing across The oFTice, he saw Carl Rainer, The young and already successful adverTiser, lean down and, wiTh one hand complacenle covering h': mouTh, whisper inTo The manager's ear. Then The Two of Them laughed smugly, and suddenly all The resenTmenT which had buElT up over The years surged TorTh in Harry. The loremosT ThoughT in his head was To geT even wiTh These men who considered Themselves. Tso superior. Harry was sick of being The liTTle man'l, sick of being forever called l'good ol' TrusTworThy Harry , buT mosT of all, sick of being Taken for granTed. He had worked aT AlbrighT 8c CroTT's Tor TwenTerhree years, and was head book- keeper. AT TirsT Harry had considered This promoTion something To be proud of, buT now, looking aT Rainer, TourTeen years younger whose salary nearly doubled his own, The job seemed dull and hopeless. Harry's idea was noT an original one. Many people had used iT before his day, some unsuccessfully, oThers wiTh much prosperiTy. IT was complex and deTailed, and The very TacT ThaT iT was againsT The law did noT seem To maTTer To Harry. Some people call iT fixing The books ; oThers merely Term iT embezzlement STrangely enough, The odds were for Harry. His plan was direcT. In The TirsT place The company's funds were enTrusTed To his care. He had access To The Treasury and, moreover, The employers of AlbrighT 8T CroTT had infiniTe conTidence in Harry. He would waiT unTil his vacaTion came around, IeTTing his accumulaTion build up To a more Than appreciable amount, Then casually leave on his vacaTion, wiTh The money, for Florida, Bermuda, or maybe even HaiTi. No one could possibly discern his clever manipulaTion of The figures, 'br suspecT humble Harry of Tampering. His fraudulenT use of The money would be discreeT, unperceived. Harry was sure. For five monThs Harry CGlrled ouT his job meTicquusly, changing a number here, sub- TracTing a number There. TosThe employees he appeared The same. One of The young execu- Tives would Toss a sheaf of papers cn Harry's desk, saying, Be a pal, Harry, and finish These up for me TonighT. Good ol' Harry . . . His rancor pyramided. Finally The day arrived, The TirsT day of Harry's vacaTion. Have o'nice Time, Harry, called one of The young men. Harry leTT The office of 4:10 p.m., drove home, seemingly un- concerned. In The modesT from hell he picked up his bags which he had packed ThaT morn- ing and walked ouT The door, locking iT behind him. He hopped Iigthy in his car and drove To The New York airport, humming To himself: He checked his Tickets of The counTer and hearing his flighT announced by The voice over The loudspeaker, he mixed wiTh The crowd, walked ouT The runway and boarded The huge airliner. For The firsT Time in years, Harry G. Lanley was supremely happy. For The firsT Time in yearshhe TelT ThaT he had accomplished something. lT was The evening-of AugusT l, 1948, The nighT The American Airliner crashed ThirTy-Two miles ouT of New York, killing all passengers aboard. lna Backman - Class 11 DEG REES OF EXPECTATION As the taxi approached, the light blinked red. When the signal changed, precious moments had fled. There was no time to waste, the baby was near. They arrived at the hospital with a clashing of gear. Starched white figures whisked through the hail, And the father impatiently awaited the coil When a seeming-century had passed, The iittte white bundle was alive at last. The sick await visitors, athletes the score, The lonely a 'phone coil, sailors the shore,- Those in danger, the police for protection Politicians anxiously scan the election. School children watch mail for invitations And count the days till weekend vacations, A teen-ager yearns tiH driving's permitted, As a criminal waits until he's acquitted. Lovers await what the future wit! bring, The aged aspire to the promise of Spring. The khaki men played with cards and dice, Gambling their goods before sacrifice. Alert for the call, their summons to Hight To deliver a dispatch of death that night. As the pilots watched time, so did their wives, Praying and hoping for husbands' lives. When iHovoct' was cried, and propeHors droned, The hunted 0H hovered in their hoveis and grooned, To await the bomb with suspended tension e Huddied with numb terrified apprehension. Frigidiy vigilant with bated breath, For MORE waiting, anxiety, potential death. Elizabeth Alexander - Class H ACCOMPLISHMENT Aione ....... To muse and dream Of purpose, lite and worthiness, To muse ..... Alone. With friends . . . . To live and hope For power, love and happiness, To live ....... With friends With toes ..... To win and turn With tolerance and kindliness, To win ..... With foes Alone ..... AM this must I Accomplish to be satisfied, All this ....... Alone. Catherine HerzogeCIoss H MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF HILLSDALE When I was still in grade school at Glendale, I had several impressions of Hillsdale and its girls. One of my first impressions came every day when the bus rolled down the hill and screeched to a stop across the street from our house. From it a number of girls came staggering across the street under a load of books. Heavens! I thought, they certainly must give a lot of homework and no study bells to do it in. I was, however, impressed by the fact that in spite of all their books, they did not seem to mind it, and were always cheerful. Another impression was of the Hillsdale uniforms. These were something I obiected to very much. Every day when the girls came home, their uniforms looked as it they had been slept in or as it the girls had rolled across the hockey field in them. The winter uniforms were not as bad as they were dark green and did not show the dirt as the summer ones did, but they were still uniforms, and I still did not like them. My first impression of the school itself came one day when Mother made an appoint- ment to see Miss Fessenden. When we arrived at Hillsdale, someone ushered US into Miss Fessenden's office and while I busied myseltc looking at the pictures of the girls, Mother and Miss Fessenden talked. Before we left, I had seen the gym, Hill Manor, the tennis courts and various parts of the school. I was still puzzled and lost, and I thoughtl could never be able to go from one end of the building, through study hall to change books and out again within the time allowed between classes. Award Day gave me my First real idea of what Hillsdale would be like. Seeing all the badges, awards, and cups given, and finding out whether the Greens or the Golds would win for the year, I knew why all the girls had worked so hard to win points for their teams. So here I am, a seventh grader at Hillsdale, and this despite the fact that on my first meeting with Miss Fessenden when she asked me if I was coming to Hillsdale, I sincerely answered, No, I want to go to Doherty's. Mary Sue Hannah h Class 7 IT'S ALWAYS JUST OVER THE HILL Not long ago, I was writing a letter to a college, expressing my reasons for wanting to go to college. I explained that I had grown up with the expression, 'Iwhen you go away to college, Molly . As I was sealing the letter, a sudden feeling came that here at last I was approaching a great era without realizing it. I recalled milestones which I, with my classmates had only recently left behind. How we contemplated being a privileged senior who was to be allowed to walk with the first group into the dining-room, to sit at the language tables, to write senior themes and source papers. Could such amateurs as We at the Class of 'SI ever reach these heights of achievement and sophistication? Oh to swing on one's finger a key- ring, evidence to the world of the acquisition of the coveted driver's license, The ambitions of the seventh graders become the pOSsessions of the senior. As seniors, We talk on the level of college board exams, annual activities, economic as well as artistic, graduation decisions, clothes for college, and weekends in big cities. These are only the highlights in the senior year which we had anticipated. There were many thrilling moments, but they were all over too soon. As the last stage of our span of six years at Hillsdale approaches, we realize that these are not the only epics to look forward to, for just ahead of graduation lies a new on ex- citing course to be followed. And there, over the next hill, is a new path to the future. Molly Marble - Class 12 PEPPERMINT How dull it must be for one who is always closed in by the same four walls! What would Peppermint have thought of the wonderful outdoors it suddenly all its vastness had been placed before her at once? Peppermint was a stuFfed horse made of red and white candy-stripe cotton. She had perky ears, bright black eyes, a beautiful mane and tail of black yarn. Also, she was the proud possessor of a little red saddle. I am ashamed to say that she led a very sad lite, mistreated by everyone. But Peppermint had a sunny disposition, and even on rainy clays she never complained. Not being a very prompt person, I found each morning a series of hurried moments. Just before J was due in my early morning class, my blue bedspread was thrown over my pillows, and Peppermint was tossed on the bed. In her landing position, uncomfortable as it may have been, she was forced to remain all clay. In the afternoon when I returned to my room I found my poor horse tired from stay- ing in the same position which she had assumed that morning at my departure. As I began my studies she, too, tried to learn a little bit. I have often wondered which one of us Went to bed the more learned! Then, as l wearily climbed under the covers, Peppermint was shoved on my dresser in front of the mirror. Now, whether she slept at night or whether she admired herselic in the mirror with each passing hour, I shall never know. My alarm clock must have awakened her every morning for whenever I opened tired eyes, there she was, looking at me accusingly as if I had already missed half of the day. Rudely plunked on my pillow as I rushed out she then began all over again. Monotonous, . .2 wasnt it. Helen Herzog e Class 9 THE CHAMBER OF HORRORS I wake up in the morning feeling bright and cheerful, leap gleefully into my attrac- tive trock and am off to school in hopes of crossing new horizons, making new discoveries, filled with zestful expectation. However, in the midst of my eagerness a few obstacles meet me on my way. Upon boarding the bus, 0 gang at little Lotspeich ape men perform ener- getic gymnastics on the bars. I think such body-building exercises are wonderful for mus- Cular development, but we all have to draw the line somewhere, and when these yowling Neanderthal men leap from seat to seat, ignoring hte helpless victims, we have to say some- what bitterly Boys will be boys . From a large hole in our dilapidated bus seats pours forth ghastly exhaust which thoroughly fumigates my poor hypersensitive nose. Yet soon the gay chatter of those merry girlsl', Joanne Heekin, Henry Drew and C. C. Simpkinson, who ap- parently have no noses, momentarily makes me forget my grievances. As I start into the gymnasium to complain about my latest germ to Miss Eppley, a mob of wild-eyed demons attack me with swinging badminton rockets and iet-propelled birds which sometimes hit me in the eye. Without warning the weighty basketballs begin to conk me on my already aching head. They strike one in the back, two on the shoulders, and one speeding one that cauliHOWers my ears sending me stumbling to the floor. As if I Were another basketball, a mob of grinning shrieking sevens runs to and fro over my prone body, seeming to regard me as a piece of floor until the joyful note of the tirstbell rings. Ah, relief at last , I mutter insanely as I attempt to stagger away. However, in the contrasting silence a smile breaks out on my face, and I turn towards study hall thinking of the happy days Of ChlldhOOd' Kathleen Huwee Class II mmthEoU 8E0 A FISHERMAN'S TALE I'Pal, Daddy said one day, 'II think it's about time you went fishing with me. Oh no, Pops, come my prompt reply, I iust couIdnt cut up those little crabs . . . Five o'clock the next morning found me trudging along the sand next to my sportsman father. Over one shoulder hung my trusty, tcr-ricIcIen pair of sneakers; over my other shoulder protruded my mon-size fishing pole. This was awkward because it was at least as twice as big as I, and it had at least three or four hooks and sinkers dongiing. In my right hand was the pail full of iIl-foted bait. To cross from the beach to the fishing rock we had to go over a stretch of water with slime-covered rocks, and slippery seaweed embedded in the sand. This was all being churned up together inconveniently by the waves. I quickly put on my sneakers and sloshed through the briny waters. Of course as Iuck would'have it, I slipped, and the bait bucket flew up into the air. Need I tell you that half our bait was swallowed up in the sec. Dad rescued the other half of the crobs whiIe I sat woist-deep in seaweed. Soon he gollantly helped me to my feet and we continued on our way. We then reached the rock, and as the morning turned into the afternoon our luck or rather doddyIs Iuck increased as I had incessant little accidents, such as falling oft the rock into the water. At the beginning of high tide we got oft the rock and walked back along the beach toward home. I As I Iimply dragged myself to our cottage door, stiII carrying, pole, bait and sneakers, my triumphant father carrying the five fish, slapped me on the back and gleefully said, Well pol, let's try that again. My answer? Ohhhhhh.' Lydia Wyman eCIuss 8 REVERIE A slim white boat with a single billowing soil glided smoothly to windward through the quiet blue waters of Nantucket Sound while our spacious steamer cut its way into the beautiful harbor. From the upper deck we could see long stretches of gleaming sandy beaches and clustered groups of bothers viewing the peacefuI seene. Swooping guIIs hovered about the foamy wake of the ship in search of tasty tidbits. Usually they were successful, for innu- merable times the birds dived into the swirling depths. As we approached the island, the land- scape become clearer and more pronounced revealing weathered fishing boats and wharves. With many a creek and groan the Nantucket belching dark clouds of smoke, let out a re- sounding whistle and propelled itself toward the dock where roustobouts Were ready to heave the thick ropes dripping with brine on board. SIowa I found myself moving with the rest of the dusty passengers toward the main deck. What adventures the sunny afternoon held in store I could not tell; yet as I peered dOWn the narrow streets lined with stately mansions, thoughts of the romantic oIcI whaling days captured my mind. Anne Rittershotere Class 9 A HURRICANE From out of the already ominous horizon, a whirling wind biew furiously over the lake. We watched with wonder as the calm waters across the lake became a turbulent ocean, and the very water where we were swimming was churning angrily at our feet. Characteristic of all camp girls, we were eager to linger in the water and We did not climb on to the dock until a flash of lightning shot its threatening flame to the earth. A deadly Full! The sky blackened and. cast a giant shadow over the peaceful surroundings. Then the wind issued forth in roaring blasts. We suspected that this was not iust an ordinary storm, but a hurricane, and we sought refuge in the boathouse where there was a concrete Hoar. We shivered with cold and apprehension and huddled together in the center of the buiiding. Someone began to sing roundelay and in a few minutes we were shouting our favorite camp songs while the wind howled about the boathouse. At once there was rain, sleet, hail, wind, thunder, lightning and darkness. When a streak of lightning lit up the woods behind the boathouse, the silver-blue flash revealed huge pine trees swaying pain- fully in the wind, some sustaining, others groaning and crashing wildiy to the ground. Canoes which we had left only a quarter of an hour before, fairly Hewthraugh the air and piled upon each other. Surging sheets of sleet almost obscured from our view the three white sailboats rocking perilously at their moorings. The duration of the hurricane was not long and a new and more strange hush ensued. We crept thankfully out of the boathouse and looked about in awe. It was then five oiclock in the afternoon but an eerie greenish glimmer suggested late evening. The first sight which caught my eye was the mammoth pine tree now disastrousiy split down its center, resting humbly on the moist earth. Small bails of sleet caused my feet to slip as in an ice storm. A new spectacle attracted my attention! Seven or eight canoes were piled in such a way as to resemble the skeleton of a huge but yet unlit bonfire. The beach was littered with the debris, and a rowboat which belonged at the other end of the lake had drifted to our share, accompanying a curious array of flotsam and ietsam. A week later, at our Saturday night bonfire, we burned the canoes which had been demolished. The roaring ttames reminded us of the roaring wind ofa week before. That was six years ago, but even now the huge pine tree at the entrance of the path to the shore stands witness to the hurricane at Camp Runoia in 1945. Molly Marble - Class 12 MY TRIP TO TAHITI IN THE SOUTH SEAS I Flew from Cincinnati to California; from California we boarded a beautiful ocean liner en route to Tahiti. Tahiti is one of the Society Islands north-eust of the Cook Islands. It covers the area of tour hundred and two square miles of land in the French Oceania. The French took over the government of Tahiti one hundred years ago. The population, consist- ing of mostly natives, is ab0ut eight thousand five hundred. Once ashore we saw the natives who were once connibols but now were most gracious to us. They brought us horses and staged a ceremonial dance in our honor with gross skirts, leis lflower necklacesl and a three piece band. One native used an empty tin gasoline can for a drum. Fruit grew to the edge of the coast including coconuts, bread fruit, mangos, papaya, bananas, oranges, and other varieties unknown to us. The natives would not take money but would trade gross skirt and beads for cigarettes, combs, and jewelry. From Tahiti we visited other of the Society Islands, Marquesas, Fiii, and Twomotu Islands nearby in the Pacific. When we returned to Tahiti, we drove around this island. After the drive the natives pre- pared a dance and a feast for us. They roasted a pig in a pit covered with coconuts and banana leaves. They prepared Poi la drinkl out of papaya and flour cooked in Ti leaves, rolled in fresh sweet coconut cream. We also had a dish of raw fish similar to marinated herring. The natives baked bread fruit, bananas, taro root, yarns, and stewed chicken over on open fire. For drinks we had coconut milk, pineapple iuices, and orange beer. The table was covered with banana leaves and the plates were large Ti leaves to be held in one's hand. For knives and forks we used our fingers. The cups Were bamboo stalks cut short; the plat- ters were long trenches of green bamboo. Three days after that dinner we stood on deck sailing from the harbor as the native girls with the beautiful orchid and gordenio leis were dancing and singing while the boys were diving for coins we threw to them. Nancy Hogan e Class 7 LO ST AT SEA The girl was standing by the rail, looking out over the black, stormy seas while the crew rushed about preparing for the typhoon which was coming close with increasing violence. One of the sailors saw her there and shouted to her to get below and stay there. Unable to hear above the bellowing of the crew and the din of thunder and waves crashing against the boat, she let 90 her hold on the railing and cautiously started her trip across the slippery deck. Just as she was almost within hearing distance, an immense wave rolled across the deck, and there, before the sailor's horrified eyes, the girl was swept overboard like a feather in a cyclone. She had been carried too far from the ship torthem to reach her; indeed, they could not even see her head bobbing on the waves, although the searchlight immediately began to play all around the boat. As for the girl in the water, after the first shock of hitting the icy water, she began to tight the merciless buFteting waves. Somehow she managed to get her raincoat, shoes and skirt oft, swallowing a good deal of water. She knew it was hopeless, but still she endeavored to call for help. All she could manage though, was a feeble gurglet Even though she was frightened to death, scarcely able to breathe, and chilled by the icy water, the girl set her mind to one thing, and that was to stay up as long as possible. After what seemed hours, but in reality was only about ten minutes, she realized that she was growing weaker every moment. Her breath came in painful gasps, and bitter with salt water, filled her throat. The strongest swimmer could hardly have survived in the huge waves, and the girl was a trail person. She kept kicking determinediy, but Finally grew so tired that she knew she was going to drown. With a final desperate burst of strength she rose above the waves and got a huge mouthful of air. But it was no use. Her arms were numb; her Iegs seemed ieaden. All she could do was teebly move a few more times until she gave Up, and let herself sink down, down . . From t'The Boston Herald GIRL RESCUED AT SEA June 12 AP. - Marcia Hughes, a young girl, was picked up by the Coast Guafd last night in Boston Harbor. The storm had evidently washed her overboard some ships More dead than alive, she is now being treated for shock and exposure at General Hospital. She roused long enough to give her name. Jody Morgens e Class 8 One of the best beloved of Hilisdule traditions is the Christmas Mirac'le Play. This year, parents, graduates, friends and fellow towns- men gathered in the Hillsdale gym which was transformed to a fifteenth century manor house. Paintings of the Kings and ot Ieoded-gloss designs covered the windows while curtains at the front of the hall were an excellent reproduction of certain sculptured figures from the Cathedral of Chartres. The happy peals of Deck The Halts cm- nounced the arrival of the lords and ladies who came to make merry in gay revelry . The Lord of the Manor, Beth Burchenal, greeted the guests and the wassoilers who in old days came once a year to see the Miracle enacted. The merry-making over, the Friars entered singing a Latin melody which was followed by 'iPanis Angelicus with the thrilling solo sung by Guy Seybolt. Miss Fessenden read the story of the Nativity from the Bible, and as the Friars sang the response, the curtains opened, revealing the presentation of the Miracle. There were shepherds, a chorus of angels, and high above them all, the Angel of the Gable, Joanne Heekin, who proclaimed the birth of Jesus. Then Moryel Vogel, as Mary, song a lovely lullaby before the Lullaby Children came to adore the Child. The Kings, Dotty Petzhold, Leslie Buckner and Peggy Ault, arrived bringing their gifts and song the verses of 'iWe Three Kings . A full chorus of Gesu Bambino was foliowecl by the Friars' recessional. Whiie the final hush lingered in the audience, the beautifui strains of Silent Night sung by Hilde- gard Porkorny reached the hall, bringing in the Christmas holidays most effectively. Photos by Jeremy Foiger Simpson g Lords' and Ladies, Dance Angels and Lullaby Group Manor Group Friars' Group Manger Group THE LINE OF SUCCESSION The Earl of Luncan died last week at the age of seventy-six. Reading that name in a letter from England reminded me at my acquaintance with the earl and his family. We had iust been in London two days when we received a thrilling invitation to have tea the next afternoon with him and his Countess at the Houses of Parliament. His grandchildren had been friends of ours when they were in America during the war. It was arranged that we would meet our hosts at that stately building. Before we knew it, we were being escorted to a window table in the famous dining-hall by a friendly twinkling-eyed gentteman, leaning on a cane. From our table, carefully ordered in advance, we could see the famed Westminster Abbey. After tea he took us to have a look at the House of Lords and the bombed House of Commons. There we could see gray daylight through an opening in the root. The rubble of stones, woodwork, and glass had been partially gathered at one side, but no reconstruction had begun yet. We Finished our excursion on thetterrace restricted to titled Englishmen and their guests. Standing there overlooking the historic Thames, we thought of the great history of that building. Starting our visit with tea with an earl, followed by a personal tour of Parlia- ment, gave us a view of one of the aristocratic sides of England. Right in the same family, the late Earl of Lucan's son, Lord Bingham, gave us a ditterent picture. He was a tweedy Englishman with a soft mustache and quiet way. Now he has in- herited his father's dignified title and seat in the House of Lords. Lord Bingham, to the chagrin of his mother, is an ardent Laborite. His pride and icy, where we visited him, was a small square barge, mistakenly named Cleopatra's Barge . Having no motor, it was pro- pelled by a long punting pole or two mules, who slowly walked along the sides of the canal. It had a feaky canvas root, tiny cabin to sleep Five, built by the Binghams. The galley was a two burner charcoal stove and a cupboard. We joined the aged bearded captain with a cup of tea on the fashionable table, the bow deck. The not-too-shining tin cups and oFt-white bread, the only kind available at that time in England, matched the setting of the old barge. Haw four children, three adults, and two immense dogs titted on the small, but gallant ship, I do not know, but it is certain that the whole Bingham family loved the boat, and their vacations on it, spent touring tiny canals of England. Betsy TuckereClass H i i i l ,i A HOMELAND OF WHICH TO BE PROUD I awoke at about Five o'cIock on that June morning in 1948. The 5.5. Veendam was due to clock in Rotterdam, Holland, sometime during the earIy part of the day. Lying in my berth, I glanced out the porthole and saw that it was already getting light. Within a matter of hours I would set foot tor the first time on the shores of the great continent of Europe. By the time I was dressed and Up on the deck there were many passengers ready for the new day. They seemed as eager to participate in the proceedings of the early morning as I was. As the ship glided almost noiselesst along, I saw many canals stretching oft into the distance, with lush green grass and marshes in between. The wind-mills in the fields were so numerous that the land resembled a wind-miII paradise. I caught glimpses now and then of a lone figure toiling in a small field. The sun rose above the horizon, tinting the sky delicate shades of pink and blue. The water retIected the splendor of the sky, and rippled as the ship passed. On either bank there then appeared huge piles of rubble, so caretUIIy and neatly stacked that they did not mar the beauty of the landscape although they focused my attention on the grim desolation of war. These portrayed the most characteristic trait of the Hollander, the desire to have his country immaculate even in the wake of ghastly destruction, and the united effort necessary to bring about this desire. As the ship sailed on, the sun rose higher and the water became bluer. The stately trees at the water's edge bordered luxurious lawns which made a magnificent setting for the spotless houses, gleaming in the sunIight. I couId easily tell from an occasionaI rubbish pile and gaping hoIe where a comfortable brick home had once stood. In spite of having ex- perienced such horrors that we, the youth of America, shall never be able to understand fully, the Dutch had survived and were even then making their country a thriving homeland once again. - Marcia TuckereCIass 9 A BOY'S PERSPECTIVE ON SISTERS I am one of those lucky boys blessed with two sisters, a slightly unbalanced younger one, and an older one who I think believes herself to be bound for a dazzling career in the l'Met. Everyone tries to convince me that my older sister has a good voice, but if you had to listen to her bellow every morning and every night, you would change your mind. She seems to like to lullaby herself to sleep at night, but the roar is enough to deaten me, and my younger sister has threatened to soundproof her room. Not only is my younger sister unbalanced, but she talks with a strange accent all her own so that no one can understand her without an interpreter. Now, since I have acquainted you with these charming people, let us survey a typical day in my life. I need no alarm clock in the morning because I am usually blasted out of bed by the gorgeous pear-shaped tones of my older sister. When I arrive downstairs, my dog-crazy younger sister usually says, Pet the dog or you will hurt his feelings. Since my sisters are likely to be quicker than I, they are always downstairs before I am, so I am penalized to read the funny paper last. Our breakfast is hectic what with admiring Rip Kirby, watching the clock and eating quick bits of breakfast. I arrive home from school in the early evening, and I am greeted by two females dressed in green pleated tunics, tied loosely at the waist, giving the good Figure of girls a sack-like resemblance. Immediately I am ordered to pet the dog again, so that I shall not hurt his feelings. After supper I go upstairs to start my homework, for I am allowed only one hour and a halt to study. By then my older sister has her homework done and the evening concert begins. This is the crucial point in the whole day. I doubt it the firm founda- tion of our house will hold up against the constant slamming of the front door from the dog's going in and out and the vibration of my older sister's voice. When my older sister reaches her strongest register, the miniatures on the shelf of my younger sister's start to tremble. It is my younger sister's dismay that one china horse has only two legs. During this hour of familiar music I am often interrupted by the frequent visits of my younger sister who wants my help with her algebra. Then too, there are the arguments about who gets the car. Only those of you who have sisters or brothers who can drive can appreciate what i mean. Even though we have our little quarrels, living with two sisters is not too bad; iticould be worse; I could have three. Jerry Seybolt-Class 9 Clover There once was a young horse named Clover, Who lived in the limits of Dover, He was quite a smart tad, The best to be had, As you'll find out before this is over. Surely he knows the Green team is strong, At baseball, hockey, or ping pong, So then he joined the Green, They are really quite keen, And now they can never go wrong. He knew that the Green team was best, So he put on his pretty Green vest, Next he became a Green, Now he's mascot of the team, And he knows they will win any test! Goldie V Goldie's a sprightly young toss, She's quite the pride of her class, Atter the game is done, The Gold team has won, Because any old team they surpass. She is stuffed with cotton from head to toe, And in her hair she is lacking a how, This doesn't bother our Goldie V, She's quite a good sport as you can see. All day long she watches her team, Because of this they're right on the beam, So whether it's hot or whether it's cold, The team that will win is always the Gold. Jane Slemmer e Class 7 isfles Train Wh CLEE CLUBS - . 1453;51: . . Cr . v J . . , WK: . . .4. I. , ., , . . X .. A . l X, f N W XIX z I . lr .. A .f, a :4 , 7.1 f . 2,, ., 3 1 3: J. . .5. . ,2: . , . R A. .J ,K . h. 1 .u; . N, l;':..;.m-...-ur4 LAT . Aegwy- t A , SPRING FEVER The day is warm, The birds and bees Are lazy as The resting breeze. They have spring fever. There is no wind, And in the sky, Small white cfouds Float slowly by. They have spring fever. The tiny fh'es, Which usually buzz Are still today And iust because They have spring fever. Today's the day, When OH is stiH From little brook To chodH. AM have spring fever. Christie Barnard - Class 7 SUNSET The mountain sunset, gold and red, Shines in my eyes while I'm in bed, The Swallows glide across the skies While hawks swoop down on prey with cries. The bugle sounds o'er vote and hill Except for nature, 0 is still, SNOW FLAKES Hurry, hurry, little flakes, Cover the hiHs and parks and lakes. The air is cold; The wind is bold. The snow into a bat! is rotted. 'TWe want to coast, So for our sakes Hurry, hurry, h'ttfe flakes. Cover the woods and fields and lanes, And gently tap the window panes. Natalie Bosworth - Class 7 UNITY Life is fast 0 series of threats, Wishes, hopes, questions, and bets. Yet living here, under God above, We should O. feetI united In common love. NUMBER PLEASE Of a the times She's lifted her phone And said TNumber Please In a pleasant tone, I think only once Did she ever hear A voice which replied, Knit one, purl two, here. Helen Herzog H Class 9 THOUGWS ON A WINTER DAY A qule k of snowflakes Sifts m above. Thoughts tome sr'owly, one by one, C sol blue anUghTS of yesterday, Blark and white ones of tomorrow, Lovely, lonely and serene, A ioHy burst of sunbeams Streams from above. Now the day has changed its tune. Sparkling snowflakes seem to strike Notes of foy that make today Vivid, bright and oh, such fun. A rosy ray of sunset Glows from above. Like a king it leaves, and SM! In the darkness for 0H time There remains the memory of Silence and the metody. Corolyn-Ctore Simpkinson-Cluss 12 a MY CROWNING GLORY When I was born, so I am told, there was a great deal of crowing from the various relatives because I was a brunette. Since ail my grandparents and my mother had blonde hair, and since my father hadn't any, I was a rarity in our family. Because of this fact, my hair was brushed for hours every night, until every stroke was sheer agony for my scalp; Even though I had tight natural curls, my hair was often roiled Up on horrible IittIe curiers to make perfect ringlets. I can stilI feel those things poking into me in the middle of the night. Up through my sixth year, I was content to leave my hair parted on the side and shouIder length, but when I reached seven, I became a woman of the world and had to change my i'baby ways. What fiendish schemes the brain of a seven-year-old can con- coct! When Mother and Dad went out one evening, I took mother's pinking shears and began my work. After ten minutes, the right side was in fine shape, but as the left was shorten OFF came the right. Now the right seemed shorter. I tried again and again, but it always was unba'anced. At last I had two inches left, but it was even! When mother came home that night and saw my newa-sheared head on the pillow, she gasped, That's not my daughter! For the next few weeks, in disgrace, I was not allowed to wear a hat, and my work of art was pointed out to everyone. i thought my head was funny for awhiIe, but soon became so miserably ashamed of it that I dived under a bed whenever someone approached. At age nine, when I ne down with chicken pox, my scaip itched horribly. To make life easier, mother started a on French braids. These started from the forehead, and were pulled tight, taking about .itteen minutes every morning. No one dared say anything against them, but several years tater, one of my best friends told me contidentiaily that I looked Iike a peeled onion. This hairdo was at Iast discarded, when my hair finally reached to my waist and all signs of natural curl had disappeared. It was far too thick for any barretre to hold. What to do? We tried elastic bands for awhile, but I despised them. Of? come my long locks, and my coifiure was converted to its present style. Every time I wash my hair, it stands straight out from my head in all possible direc- tions. Once, coming downstairs in this state, I startled our neighbor's baby so badIy that she burst into tears. To this day she does not quite trust me. As I sit writing this essay, there is a pesky IittIe lock which insists on acting like a pendu- lum directly in front of my eyes. It's too short to go into a barrette, and no amount of coax- ing wiIl persuade it to stay neatly back. Hair is a problem. Dye it, curl it, do anything you please, it seems there is no end to a woman's woe. Louise Ritchey e CIas's 8 mu... m mw-r-w 447nrk--;.e.... THAT'S ALL BROTHER Any teen-ageigirl who has a younger brother has felt numerous mixed emotions toward his various activities. Naturally, small brothers are sometimes amusing and even entertain- ing, but there are those many other times when they can be embarrassing and annoying pests. Malcolm is a blond, blue-eyed boy of seven, who has the pot belly of a tifty-year old man and wears clothes that are three sizes larger than normal for a child his age so that they will fit him. He is an avid fan of the television set and spends a great part of his life watching the Lone Ranger and Hopalong Cassidy. Much of the remainder of his day is spent imitating rough and tough cowboys with five little boys his age who live in our neighbor- hood. For about two years now he has been a member of a club formed by all of his cowboy friends. The name of this club is the Wolf Pack, and every day they meet to dis- cuss their many petty problems and to play. When one member has a question to propose to the others, he goes out into his back yard and in cave-man fashion gives an ear-piercing yell of Ahooo . This the members decided would be a call to meon assemble immediately. 30 the minute one of these yells reaches our house Malcolm stops whatever he is doing and trots oft to council. For a long time we were unable to figure what the screams were for, but then one day my brother explained to us in detail about his club. Now whenever we wish him to come home all we have to do is give a strong yell, and he, along with the rest of his playmates, scurries boisterously to our house. When we inform the other hoodlums that Mal- colm is the only one we wish, they go their various ways and we have succeeded in finding Malcolm. This simplifies the process of rounding him up and removes the ordeal of bothering the other parents by telephoning them. i Malcolm is at an age when his vocabulary is increasing rapidly. He uses words in the oddest ways and sends our family into peals of laughter a hundred times a day. For in- stance, during a vacation he had a book that he was supposed to read. Mother had mis- placed it, and he was worried that it would not be found in time for him to finish. He looked about for it and being unable to find it, came to mother saying, 'lMom, it We dont Find that book, my goose will be tried. We roared at this and since then it has been my parents' favorite tale about him. These first incidents were told to reveal some of the better qualities in Hotshot, a nick- name we have used for him ever since he was born. Now I shall tell about a few of the myriad disturbing moments he has given me. For one, he has the bad habit of listening to my telephone conversations. Days after he has listened, he pops up with something he has heard, which many times proves embarrassing. At First he mystified everyone by his psychic manner but then one day we caught him in the act and made an end to the pretence. He sometimes induces my sister to help him in a plot, and they are usually successful in their at- tempts. One of their favorite tricks is for each of them to station themselves at my bedroom door while I am telephoning and on the count of three to go screaming through the room to the opposite door interrupting my conversation. This disturbance continues until I am so perturbed by the penetrating noise that I hang up. Only then do they stop and wander away gloating. Another of their favorite pastimes is to oFter to bring me a coke, and while fixing it, they just by accident naturally drop either a pinch of salt, an aspirin tablet, a carefully measured lid-full of Joy soap, or something equally as repulsive into it. Then with suppressed glee they bring forward the Concoction, and l, the naive guinea pig, take a large swallow. At these moments I am on the outs with Malcolm, but his good qualities, his sprightli- ness and vwacity, so outweigh his pestering, that I forgive him very soon, thinking how dull life would be without him. Nancy McElroyeClass 10 AN OBITUARY Two summers ago, the Riggs family acquired a tiny bundle of dog in the shape of a playful toy beagle puppy. After much discussion on the subiect ot a suitable name, this non- descript little imp was christened Sorrowful, because of his constant mourntul expression. During the autumn months, everyone in the neighborhood as well as the household became devoted to this active little morsel bearing an overdose of ticks, fleas, and numerous other undesirable companions of dogs, and especially puppies. To anyone but me, Sorrowfui probably iust appeared as an ordinary hound dog with an obsession tor licking the faces of his admirers, serenading the moon at various hours of the night, and exhibiting his mania tor chasing cars and delivery trucks down to the bottom of the hill and returning by way of every available mud puddle. i suppose every girl likes her own dog better than any other and I am no exception. 1 would never relinquish an afternoon of swimming in favor of a trip to the veterinarian for anyone else's pet. For a little over a year i'my favorite mongrel reigned over the family, misbehavior being his primary occupation. He was spoiled and admired, and seldom refused any desire. A few days otter the i950 hunting season, he failed to return home from his mischievous es- capades, and we decided he was probably OH in the woods somewhere and would be dis- covered romping about the yard in the morning. Unfortunately, our assumptions were wrong: he did not come home, nor was he to be found through the many advertisements that were placed in the papers during the tolfowing days. For the next month we dwelt in the hope that perhaps he had been picked up by some hunter and would eventually be returned. Again we were mistaken as we found out fast week when a small corpse was found floating in a lagoon, near the home into which it had brought so much happiness. Susan RiQQSeCIass 10 rem- A w. t..; thvn xx v. . ii . E l I THE NEW WORLD It was a beautiful day in May last year, I think it was a Saturday, when I came home from school and found a letter from the American Field Service International Scholarship Committee. That letter told me that my dream, to go to the United States, which I had never hoped to be fulfilled, would actually and soon come true. My first reaction was, that this was either a practical ioke or I had gone completely crazy. Forithe next few weeks I walked around in a dream. I forgot, for instance, to put my shoes on in the morning and started to go to school in my bedroom slippers, and I tried to eat cottee with a fork, until I Finally discovered that it might be easier iust to drink it. Usually vacations seem very short to everybody, and especially to me, but last year, for the tirst time, mine seemed endless. I counted weeks, then days and finally hours, until the fateful day arrived. By the way, my mother did the same thing, but with a different thought in mind. I was wondering from the very beginning how my mother felt about my scholarship award. Obviously she was proud, but on more than one occasion she implied that she would not mind at all it I were for some reason to stay at home. Well, thank God, I did not stay at home, but left on August twenty-second tor Brener- haven, a German port. From there I was to go on a boat to a country, of which I did not know much except what I had read in magazines and whatl had seen in the movies. It really was a new world for me, and I think, sometimes I felt as Columbus must have felt when he set out to find India and found America. IWell, you see I knew something about American historyll The ocean was beautiful and exciting and I enjoyed it fully and with all my heart. The only thing that depressed me a little bit in the beginning and more towards the end of the trip, was the fact that I could not understand a single word people said around me. I had an especially hard time at lunch and dinner. The menu, it written in Chinese, could not have been stranger to me than the one the waiter handed me the First day. But I was determined hanu e this situation as if I had been in such a one before. So I told the waiter that I had not decide '-t. He smiled at me with a somewhat understanding and pitying smile that made he blush. adeniy felt ill and not hungry any more, but when I looked at all the other people he s;- .I, eating and chattering, I knew that I would not be able to get up and walk across the man. to the door without being noticed and looked at, or bumping into a waiter. So I kept my seat, studying the menu with interest, when finally in the last line I saw sauer- kraut . l have to confess now that I do not like it too well, but I had never been happier to see any word in my life. Then the waiter came again, asking me what I wanted. IAt least I thought and hoped that that was what he askedl. All I said was: Sauerkraut please! I think he was a little surprised by this laconic order but he did not say anything and brought sauerkraut. I was glad he told me what it was supposed to be, because I would not have rec- ognized it. It certainly looked ditterent from the stuFt my mother prepared. In the evening I usually went to see a movie. Again I decided not to let people know that I did not understand what was going on, but laughed when everybody else did, although I was bored to death and not amused at all. It looks now as it the whole trip consisted of nothing but embarrassment and discouragement. But I assure you it was not that way at all. The climax of the journey was of course the arrival in New York. I shall never forget the first sight of New York. I arrived in the evening of Labor Day and therefore was forced to spend the night on the boat. I did not go to bed until late in the evening, but sat fascinated on deck watching the lights of advertisements and the cars driving along the coast, always with the thought in my mind: Now I am really in the New World . I did not realize then how new this world actually was to me. The next morning two members at the Field Service brought me to a hotel in New York where I was to stay for a short while. I was terrified by the traffic, the noise and, last but not least, the speed at which everything seemed to go. By the time we came to the hotel I was so tired and exhausted iust from looking out the windows that I felt like going to bed right away. But I was told that I would have to leave for Cincinnati in the afternoon. That was a hectic day for me, because I tried to see as much as possible in the short time I had. Finallyl left for Cincinnati, and I was for the first time since the beginning of the journey all by myself, alone in a foreign country, with people whose language I could not under- stand. People in the train Were talking and some even tried to talk to me, but in vain. I iust could not understand it, maybe, because I was so excited and trying too hard to understand, or maybe, I iust did not know enough English. I was sad and scared to death when I thought that in a few hours I would be in Cincinnati and meet the family with whom I should live for months. And then the next morning, I arrived in Cincinnati. I stepped out of the train and did nL know where to 90. To ask somebody I did not dare, because I was convince then that my English teacher in Vienna had taught me everything except English which ple were.- able to understand. Therefore I iust followed the crowd through a long c 'r-JJ'. a lady came towards me and asked Are you Hildegard? All I could say was 'Y6, rsncl believe me, I was surprised I had remembered that much English Hildegard Pokorny-Class II a , SONGS TO REMEMBER Henrie Drew Open the Door, Richard Nance Haydock ' One of the Rovin' Kind Joanie Heekin - I only Want 0 Buddy Not a Sweetheorf Judy Hyde -- I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now Penny Knowfron - HChorley, My Boy MoHy Marble -- 'The Loss with a Delicate Air Pots Morrison - Good Ole Mountain Dew Jane Parry - Cincinnati's Dancing Pig Dotty Pefzhold Hair of Gold, Eyes of Blue Carofyn Rebhun ' How High the Moon Gay Seybolf -- HHot Canary Sue Siddal! Smoke Gets in Your Eyes C. C. Simpkinson u Slaughter on 10th Ave. Seniors So long, '3 Been Good fo Know You Exams - My Hearf Stood Still Friday Lunches HOodIes of Noodles Homework -- If Isn't Fair Graduation Night- Use Your Imagination Graphs - Hlfs Too Late Now Marsha! C ommitfee Stompin' at the Savoy Uniforms -- The Thing Anonymous ALMA MATER Deep in fhe hearfs of a hundred girls One word Hillsdale is scrolled, Symbol of courage and steadfast love There to cherish and hold. Words meaning sacrificelrr'endshipmnd health, Confidence, honor, and truth, Alma Mater leading us On Building ideals of youth, Alma Mater leading us on Building ideals of youth.